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“Sorry I missed our last date, babe, something came up.”

Seonghwa struggled not to roll his eyes. His so-called boyfriend didn’t even bother to lie about what came up.

Uzin went in to kiss him but Seonghwa ducked away. It's not like he was embarrassed to kiss in the club, it was of a friendly variety, he was still pissed.

It didn't help that he was sitting at the bar for half an hour already, contemplating if he was stood up yet again and if it was worth it going to the dance floor alone to recoup some of the time he spent getting all dolled up.

“It’s fine. But you could have warned me before I already got there and was waiting,” he said, making an effort to sound more pouty than bitchy like he actually wanted.

“Yeah-yeah, my bad, you will forgive me, though?” Uzin asked. Or more like presumed.

For a second Seonghwa imagined what would happen if he just said no. He actually won’t forgive it. How would it feel to observe that overinflated ego burst. He didn’t expect violence but an overconfident guy like that, suddenly not being able to get away with his bullshit as usual? The meltdown would be spectacular. Might get him permanently banned from this club.

God, he lived for imagining those moments.

But there was a period of busy work on the horizon, Seonghwa knew he would be in need of a regular stress-relief and too exhausted to search for a new partner. This had to do for now.

“Buy me a drink and we will see.”

He made a perfunctory effort to shape his smile into something genuine but could tell it was more of a grimace.

“Coming right up, princess,” Uzin said with a wink and no indication that he noticed anything awry. He walked away with a chuckle some might call fond and others condescending.

Seonghwa closed his eyes and slowly breathed out.

It was one of the days he questioned every life decision that led him where he was.

“Well, that was pathetic.”

Seonghwa startled, turning to look at the guy two seats down from him at the bar. Bleached hair, pretty face with a sullen expression, lots of rings on the hand holding a full glass of whiskey. Overfull even, like he let all the ice melt without taking a sip.

“Excuse me?”

“I have never heard more half-assed apology than that. Is that your boyfriend?”

The audacity of this stranger was unmatched.

“Who asks this kind of question?”

“Who dates a person that has zero respect for you?”

Seonghwa was speechless for a moment. It was just so blunt and rude.

Some other time that could almost be a pick-up line but the man looked downright disgusted. Disgusted with him. The hell.

“You presume a lot of things about people you know nothing about.”

“Oh, I know enough,” the man said cryptically, running a finger around the rim of his glass. He had one nail painted black, polish chipped but with a fashionably distressed long sleeved top and all the silver accessories, it looked grungy rather than unkempt. “That you have a pretty terrible taste in men, for example. Is there a single attractive thing about him?”

Seonghwa narrowed his eyes.

“Well let me think. Big dick, deep pockets, charm. Not something everyone can relate to, I know” he said, pointedly looking the stranger up and down.

He actually looked kinda hot, that stung a little. In other circumstances...

The man scrunched his whole face in what should have looked off-putting. “So the bar is low.”

“What’s your problem?”

The man turned away from him, finally lifting his glass to take a sip and Seongwa hoped it tasted like watered down shit.

With all the music and the noise he almost couldn’t hear him mumble: “People like you piss me off.”

Seonhwa was once again lost for words at the face of such blatant hostility and then Uzin was back with their drinks. Good timing, for the first time ever.

There was no way he was about to let some random guy ruin his night out. Seonghwa downed his cocktail in a few large gulps and tugged his boyfriend to the dance floor.

Uzin could hold the rhythm. It was the initial point of attraction for both of them. Seonghwa knew that when they danced, people watched. He liked that.

The music changed to some slower foreign song he had never heard before. It was perfect for the type of dancing both of them liked, all sensual sways and gyrating hips. They looked nice. He knew they did.

Seonghwa turned mid-move and sure enough, the guy was watching too.

It felt better than the words he couldn't find to rebuke him.

Seonghwa smirked and tossed his head back against Uzin, standing so close behind him that Seonghwa was practically riding his thigh. Both of them were getting too keyed up to dance, grinding more than swaying to the music.

When he looked back down, however, the guy at the bar was gone.

Seonghwa suddenly lost all interest in staying in the club. He wanted to be home, on his bed, spread on someone's fingers, on someone's cock.

Not someone's, he corrected himself. His boyfriend's. Right. Who was only happy to oblige, when he suggested changing locations.

And then they did. And they fucked. And it was... fine.

But looking at Uzin, gathering his clothes from the floor not five minutes after they were done, Seonghwa couldn't help but think that it was just so mediocre. Has been for a while. Maybe from the start.

And then Uzin fucked off.

Without a backward glance or a promise to meet up soon, without a fucking towel for Seonghwa to wipe his come off. Such a disappointing finale for such a charged night. And it wasn't even charged because of him. Seonghwa sighed at the ceiling. Maybe he should find something better after all.

***

The next morning Seonghwa went to grab a coffee with Wooyoung before his afternoon dance practice and complained all the way through it; about the rude guy, about his lackluster night and about his honestly pretty underwhelming relationship.

“It’s hard to listen about your dating life, hyung. It’s just like the documentary about the little turtles we’ve watched recently. It made Sanni cry,” Wooyoung said before inhaling half of his large americano and making a loud satisfied noise fitting a 70 year old farmer.

“A… what?”

“You are a little turtle,” Wooyoung supplied unhelpfully.

Seonghwa looked at him in silence, waiting for the words to click and start making sense. They didn’t. It was too early for this.

“A turtle,” Seonghwa repeated dubiously, making a sip of his own drink.

Wooyoung probably noticed how it still went over his head and squinted into the distance looking for more words. Maybe it was too early for him too.

“Yeah. Like when you watch them hatch out in their nests on the beach and start dashing for water and there are predators all around. And you really want to hold them tight and run for the ocean. But you know that it is the nature's way. The one that survives will learn of the danger.”

Seonghwa wasn’t sure he got all the nuances but the gist of the metaphor made him frown.

“And what am I supposed to do?”

“Finally learn your lesson and get out of the beach, I’m so tired of seeing you being hurt. I wouldn’t be able to shoot those documentaries,” Wooyoung said and scooped the large spoon of the cake they were supposed to be sharing.

Seonghwa ran a hand through his hair a few times.

“It wasn’t like bad, you don’t have to overdramatize one average lay,” he said, pretending like he didn’t get the broader scope of that observation.

Wooyoung looked at him for a long moment but despite what people often thought of him, he knew when to back off.

“I’m not even surprised he ditched you, he is a self centered prick who will treat you nicely only to the point when he gets what he wants and then vanish.”

Seonghwa pursed his lips. He had no arguments to counter that statement and Wooyoung has met Uzin only once. He had unnervingly sharp instincts when it came to fake people. It’s not like Seonghwa was blind to any of that either, that was kind of the point.

“Well,” he finally said, to say something. “Bad boy is a classic for a reason. There is something alluring in that, don’t you think?”

“I think that guy in the club was right, you always choose the worst.”

“Hey, whose side are you on here?” Seonghwa asked, stealing all of the cake, to get back at him. “And it’s “hyung” to you.”

“I’m always on your side, hyung. I’m not even saying that you have bad taste, because you know what you are doing all along, that makes it worse.”

Wooyoung actually looked sad saying that. Seonghwa fiddled with the napkin, he couldn't stand a sad Wooyoung.

"I like to know I won’t get attached,” he said, forcing a chuckle but also meaning it, showing the cake back on his side of the table. “It's easier that way. And really, I look at it almost as performing my civic duty. I can deal with dating assholes, so I can keep them away from normal people.”

Wooyoung said nothing but did scoop some into his mouth before decisively showing all it back.

“You are a creature of habit, hyung, and you hate conflicts. You may not get attached emotionally but you get stuck with each one of them for longer than you want.”

Seonghwa took a saucer from under his coffee cup and carefully divided the cake in two, giving the half of it back to Wooyoung. It was his favorite and he didn’t allow himself a lot of sweets these days.

“Fine, you are right,” he said, trying his best to alleviate the heavy mood. “But those are my own unhealthy behaviors that some guy in the club has no right to judge. I was mostly pissed about that, anyways.”

Wooyoung hummed, cramming the rest of the cake in his mouth and continuing before he could finish chewing it: “That’s pretty douchey, I give you that. But if a total stranger can see how bad it is...”

“Yah, let go of it already. Not everyone is meant for a romcom you have with San, you know.”

“Of course not, what we have is special,” Wooyoung said, unable to hold back a giddy smile, patting his tattooed thigh hidden under the denim.

And honestly, that was the whole reason Seonghwa brought it up. They were just so unapologetically happy, stuck in a honeymoon phase for a second year in a row.

“But of course you can’t get that, when you keep rejecting all the decent people,” Wooyoung continued, motioning at him, not completely thrown off course.

“What can I say, decent is boring,” Seonghwa said and winked at him.

“You are decent and not boring.”

“It’s like you don’t even know me, Wooyoung-ah.”

Wooyoung took his hand in his larger and warmer ones and Seonghwa felt his smile slowly fizzling out.

“You are a good person Seonghwa. Genuinely good. The best,” Wooyoung said intently, squeezing his hand.

“Stop it,” Seonghwa objected, but squeezed back.

For the umpteenth time Seonghwa lamented how they had absolutely no romantic attraction to each other. If there was one good asshole he has ever met, who he would actually try dating, it had to be Wooyoung.

But as it was not going to happen he preferred to stay in his comfortless comfort zone.

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Seonghwa has made it to the studio still lost in thoughts about his relationship habits.

He could hear Yunho talking excitedly from the changing room and couldn’t help smiling fondly.

They have only met a few months ago and Seonghwa could remember having reservations of working under someone younger than him. He wasn’t a stickler for the hierarchy or anything and one year wasn’t even that big of a deal but it still painfully highlighted how far behind he was.

Yunho already had lots of experience and a reputation in the field. It was a difficult but ultimately extremely rewarding decision. Not only because Seonghwa quickly secured his junior choreographer position but also because he got a dear friend out of it as well.

The way the man could seamlessly switch from a no-nonsense professional to an overgrown puppy created an environment where one could be serious about the job but have fun with it too. Seonghwa tended to fall too much into one or the other and that balance was yet another skill he hoped to gain through this mentorship.

All in all he valued both their working and budding personal relationship exceptionally high.

So when Yunho tentatively asked him out a month or so in, Seonghwa was extremely tempted. Despite Yunho being a living ray of sunshine, he still felt a strong attraction, unlike with Wooyoung. But it was his first gig as a choreographer and it would have surely interfered with their work.

And wasn’t it just an additional confirmation that he was not meant to be with a decent person after all.

Seonghwa had no regrets about that decision. The only thing that bothered him a bit was the realization that he could only forge meaningful platonic relationships with people, a weird notion for such a sexual person as he was but he was also good at compartmentalizing so that worked.

When he stepped into the studio, it quickly became clear that Yunho was equal parts excited and nervous. Far cry from his usually collected and easy-going self.

“Hyung! I have good news and bad news! Which one do you want first?” Yunho exclaimed as soon as he saw Seonghwa come in, not bothering with greetings. Seonghwa felt his heart sink a little.

They have submitted a choreography project for the end of the year music show. Independent dance studio performances have never happened at that scale before. There was a concept to the whole thing and some internal fight between a few different broadcasting groups that made it happen. He didn’t know much of the details, except that it was a one in a lifetime opportunity.

Their company was doing fine but this feature could really propel them in the industry. They were given just under two minute slot but almost half of that was supposed to be his first credited choreography. The show was in less than a month and they were anxiously waiting for the approval to come any day now. So that was probably it. But there was some bad news as well. Maybe his part was the one declined.

Seonghwa schooled his face and willed himself to smile at whatever he was going to hear. No reason to jump into the deep end however.

“Tell me the good one.”

Yunho put his hands over his own quickly reddening ears as if it could curb or hide his excitement.

“It was accepted! They loved our choreo! Absolutely loved it AND wanted to give us more time. Like six whole minutes!”

“Oh,” Seonghwa sucked in a breath. That was a huge amount of time for the broadcasting company to give away to a relatively small company like theirs. Wow.

“What’s the bad news then?”

“We have to come up with four minutes of a new choreo and get it ready in three weeks,” Yunho said, gripping Seonghwa’s shoulders, his face a mixture of horror and elation.

Oh, right, that. Seonghwa ran nervous fingers through his hair, probably messing up the small ponytail keeping it out of his face. Thoughts ricocheted inside his head. Was it even possible? Could they stretch the concept so far? And what about…

“The music!” Seonghwa exclaimed.

It was one of the best parts of their performance, what truly brought all of it together. The music was specially composed just for them by Yunho’s friend Hongjoong, whom Seonghwa has never met but who’s work he admired greatly. It was a piece of art in and of itself but it was exactly two minutes long.

“Yeah, I know,” Yunho nodded along, understanding his dismay right away. “I have called hyung as soon as I’ve found out. He says he can write the rest of it on time. He is coming to the studio later tonight so we can give him something to jump off, like timestamps at least.”

Seonghwa frowned. To choreograph and write music for it simultaneously was like flying a plane and building it at the same time. But hell… it was kind of exciting. He loved the challenge. Maybe not to that extent, not something he would have chosen for his first job. But it wasn’t like him to give up without even trying.

“Let’s get it then,” Seonghwa said, rolling his shoulders and retying his hair properly.

Yunho beamed at him.

It looked like Seonghwa would get over two minutes for his part. He was already mentally deconstructing the work he had done before, figuring which parts could be stretched, how to supplement them so they would get better, not just longer. He was running his dancers through each iteration again and again and they must have gotten tired very quickly but no one complained, all too aware of the stakes.

At first Seonghwa worried that he wouldn't get enough ideas but as soon as he started they flooded him and it was more of a problem to choose which ones to follow. In moments like this he usually asked for advice from Yunho but he was equally busy right now. He had the larger part of a performance on his shoulders and both most important opening and ending parts.

Seonghwa got so deep into the zone that a few hours later he didn’t even notice someone entering the studio until he heard loud cheering noises from Yunho.

Oh right, their composer. But when he turned around, Seonghwa instantly recognized the guy from the night before.

“You!” Seonghwa exhaled, appalled.

The Hongjoong guy didn’t look surprised to see him at all. He smiled with way too many teeth and in a decidedly discourteous way.

Yunho looked at both of them curiously.

“You two know each other?”

“No”, Seonghwa said at the same time when Hongjoong said: “Yes. We have met.”

“One time!” Seonghwa objected.

“Whatever,” Hongjoong shrugged. “So the music?”

At that Yunho snapped back into working mode, explaining their predicament. The three of them gravitated to the resting area, letting the rest of the dancers off for the night. There wasn’t much to be done until the new moves came along.

Seonghwa watched with narrowed eyes how Hongjoong’s sharp smile softened every time he glanced at Yunho and things suddenly started making sense.

Hongjoong somehow knew him. Knew that they were working together and he was either Yunho’s boyfriend or… no, even more likely just a friend with a crush and all his dickish behavior was rooted in some petty jealousy.

Just to be an ass, Seonghwa sat as close to Yunho as he could when they got to their leather sofa and casually put his hand on his knee. The way Hongjoong was glaring daggers at him, the mystery of a rude rando was not much of a mystery anymore.

Personal grudges aside, the undertaking ahead of them was huge so soon enough Seonghwa got sucked into the discussion and too distracted for the excessive PDA.

When it got to his part Seonghwa jumped back on his feet.

“I think the opening is fine but the next part, as it is now, is too slow. If the rhythm could be more like 1-2-padada-3-4-papa-6-7-8,” he said, loosely demonstrating some of the moves he planned for the part. “And for the main part I think of a series of quickly interchanging formations and then pause. So it looks like a human mural and then quickly back into formation with a fast beat.”

Seonghwa paused and glanced back at them, dropping his hands from where he was waving them around. He got so enthusiastic while explaining that he probably looked like an idiot, jumping and babbling all over the place. Hongjoong would absolutely throw some snide remark at him.

Hongjoong didn’t. He was frowning in concentration, absentmindedly tugging at his numerous ear piercings.

“Wow, that’s an amazing idea, hyung!” Yunho said, giving him double thumbs up which didn’t even feel corny because he was radiating genuine delight. Seonghwa smiled at him, covering his mouth, slightly embarrassed at the praise.

“I was thinking of no hard beats for the second chorus,” Hongjoong said, typing something furiously on his phone. “We can do it, if I take out the drums though. Or maybe switch it up with the first, the anti-drop is too good to not use but it has to flow with the rest of it. Doable.”

Seonghwa was surprised by his off-hand admission that the idea was a good one. But he supposed that professionalism weighed more for Hongjoong than personal dislikes and that he could respect. Seonghwa had the exact same mindset.

Maybe their work together won’t be a total disaster after all.

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So it went on. The next few days became a flurry of video and audio clips sent back and forward to get a rough outline of the performance and then smooth out the kinks in it.

There was a time when Seonghwa rearranged the moves he initially planned and wanted the music changed. Hongjoong snapped at him on the phone and Seonghwa said that if he wasn’t able to deliver, he could have just said so. Hongjoong hung up but less than an hour later sent him a new file with the arrangement he asked for.

There was the other time when Hongjoong was grumbling how he hated the muddy connection between the parts and after some deliberation Seonghwa agreed and decided to change the ending of his segment to fit them better.

By the end of the week all of them were exhausted and annoyed but it was starting to shape up to something pretty impressive.

They were on their way to Hongjoong’s studio for the final major music review when Yunho sighed and put his phone away. Seonghwa looked at him quizzically.

“It’s nothing,” Yunho said smiling, though maybe a little less brightly than usual. “Had to cancel a date. I think it will take us some time to go through all of it today.”

“Oh, I didn’t know you were seeing someone,” Seonghwa said excitedly but immediately started second-guessing if that was something he was supposed to pry into.

After the rejection he could tell that Yunho tried really hard to not make it awkward between them. Seonghwa attempted to soften the blow by admitting to his strong preference for jerks but that felt like a wrong thing to say, because really, who would believe that?

It was a good excuse to complain about his shitty boyfriend later on just to make it clear that he meant it but when Yunho started giving him concerned looks he usually got from Wooyoung, Seonghwa stopped oversharing completely. So they were not really discussing personal lives for a while.

“It’s still kind of new,” Yunho said, smiling sheepishly. He looked around them but the subway car was half-empty, not flooded with office workers returning home just yet so he continued lowering his voice just a little: “But also not? We used to be best friends in school but then life happened. We reconnected recently and he confessed he had a crush since back then and we decided to try it out.”

Seonhwa pretended to look out of the window to hide a smile. Yunho tried to make it sound so casual but his flaming ears were a dead giveaway. And wasn’t it just the right thing for him? Reunited with a highschool sweetheart like something from a drama when he looked and acted like the main lead. It fit perfectly like he knew he never would have.

“It sucks that we are so busy right now, but he understands. Your boyfriend probably misses you badly too?”

Seonghwa hummed and vaguely nodded, wondering if his boyfriend even knew how busy he was these days. He swung by once for a booty call and that was honestly the most Seonghwa could have asked from him as a form of support, so props to him for that at least.

It suddenly occurred to him that the fact that Yunho was dating someone could have been the reason Hongjoong such a pain in the ass to deal with. Unless he was so aggravating by his nature.

No matter what it was, it made the next few hours an ordeal.

Hongjoong seemed perfectly capable of silently trying numerous changes suggested by Yunho but had a disparaging comment for anything that came from Seonghwa. It probably didn’t help that Seonghwa knew very little about music production and couldn’t express his ideas clearly.

Making it for many passive aggressive exchanges like:

“Can it be a bit moodier here?”

“Moodier how? Want me to add strings? Distortions? Can you please use words, Seonghwa-ssi, I’m not a mind reader.”

“Can you turn the bass down here?”

“There is no bass in this part??”

“I just want it to have more oomph by the end.”

“What the fuck is THAT supposed to mean?”

“Ok guys, I’m out,” Yunho finally said, rubbing his eyes. It was a long day of practice and production but Seonghwa suspected that he was more tired of trying to mediate the mood between them. “I’ll listen to my part tomorrow again, when I’m not half asleep but it sounds great so far. Thank you, hyung.”

Hongjoong grunted something in reply, still busy with mixing the part Seonghwa wasn’t happy with. They were on the ninth iteration already.

Seonghwa listened to the new sample and it wasn't right either. He sighed in frustration and Hongjoong threw himself back in his chair.

“You gotta be kidding me.”

“Can we come back to the second version?”

Hongjoong’s hands twitched on the controls and Seonghwa had a moment to wonder if the only thing that prevented him from throwing his MIDI pad at Seonghwa was the machine’s cost.

Tired and almost delirious, Seonghwa had to cover his mouth so Hongjoong wouldn't see him snickering. He wasn’t slowing the process on purpose but angry Hongjoong was kind of hilarious. He looked so serious, barefaced and swimming in the oversized gray hoodie. His sharp little fingers with chipped dark polish drummed on the table restlessly, tongue poking his cheek from inside. He was literally huffing and puffing in his large leather chair.

It was also somehow hot, a thought that Seonghwa refused to examine at the moment, writing it off as his admiration for people at the top of their game operating in their element.

“Ok, so the second one is the closest,” Seonghwa said, tugging the huge headphones down, after giving it another listen. “But if it can get the.. the vibe of the last one? I don't know how to explain it better.”

Hongjoong tssked at him but his fingers were gliding over the controls again. Not five minutes later he had a sample sounding just like Seonghwa wanted it.

“Yes, that’s it, exactly!” Seonghwa exclaimed, throwing his clenched fists in the air. After literal hours of tweaking his perfectionist heart was finally satisfied with that small section of the melody.

Hongjoong crossed his arms on his chest, smugness radiating from him and for once Seonghwa didn’t begrudge him that.

“You have a good ear and instincts,” Hongjoong allowed. “But god-awful communication skills.”

“Well I’m a dancer not a musician,” Seonghwa retorted and stood up to stretch, muscles aching after hours of dancing first and hours of sitting next.

When he turned, Hongjoong’s eyes conspicuously snapped away. Seonghwa smirked at him but Hongjoong was collecting his phone and keys from the table, pointedly not looking anywhere near him.

“It’s late,” Hongjoong said suddenly, fiddling with the keys. “Want a ride home?”

Seonghwa looked at him, not trying to hide his surprise at the suggestion. Hongjoong looked back, some emotion showing on his face but Seonghwa didn’t know him good enough to figure out what it was: “Well?”

Well indeed.

“Fine, if it's not too far out of your way, Hongjoong-ssi. Sure.”

Riding the elevator down in complete silence, Seonghwa was already doubting his decision. It would make for a pretty awkward car ride.

His worries were unfounded though, when he realized that the drive he was offered didn’t involve a car.

“You drive a motorcycle?” Seonghwa asked, a little bit shocked, a lot impressed. Hongjoong mhmed at him, going through the storage compartment or whatever it was, to give Seonghwa a spare helmet.

Then he hopped on it and pointed behind himself like it was nothing. The way the corners of his lips kept twitching upwards through, he was obviously pleased by Seonghwa’s reaction.

Seonghwa has never actually rode a motorcycle before. He wasn’t even embarrassed to cling to Hongjoong as much as he did during the ride. It was kind of scary and kind of exhilarating at the same time.

Seonghwa blamed the motorcycle when later on he tried to sleep but despite being very tired couldn't stop thinking how their antagonism could be a sign of compatibility in bed. Couldn’t help wondering how Hongjoong liked it.

With a defeated exhale Seonghwa slid his hand into his boxers, wrapping it around his already half-hard length.

Hongjoong was so laser-focused and single minded whenever he worked, Seonghwa could imagine him fingering someone for hours. But then again, he would snap and hiss impatiently at any little thing going wrong so maybe not. Maybe he would be the bare minimum prep and straight to business kind of guy. That was equally thrilling.

The thought made his toes curl and his hand go faster. Would Hongjoong be a selfish lover or his meticulousness reached outside the studio and permeated his sex life as well?
He had such an animated face, always running through various micro-expressions. Seonghwa wondered how he would look like receiving a blowjob. Would he get completely lost in the feeling, like he did with music? Or keep focus on his partner, giving directions with that infuriating toothy grin?

Would he want to be in complete control or at the mercy of his pleasure? Or maybe lazy and indulgent, not willing to expend an effort, making his partner ride him while he looks half asleep already.

It really shouldn’t be arousing, Seonghwa hated being neglected in bed, but somehow it was. All of it was, each and every version he could come up with was alluring in its own way.

Hongjoong might pull back or take charge and what could happen then, Seonghwa had yet to imagine, because by the time he got to that thought he was already coming.

After wiping himself off with a dirty shirt Seonghwa asked himself if he was ashamed. He wasn’t.

Hongjoong tingled his asshole magnetism from that first encounter and who didn’t rub one out to the thought of their nemesis, really?

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“And 1 and 2 and 3,” Seonghwa counted loudly for his dancers to follow. “Good. Just make sure when you turn that you end up in the right position for the next part. Let’s run it from the start again.”

“How is it going, hyung?” Yunho asked, materializing next to him, hooking his chin on Seonghwa’s shoulder and resting all his weight there, clearly tired. Seonghwa stood up straighter just so he didn’t have to hunch as much. They were working separately for now but soon both groups would have to merge for the full on rehearsals to start.

Seonghwa tried his best not to tense as Yunho scrutinized the routine he came up with. With the complete remastering on the fly and under time constraints he honestly couldn’t tell whether he did a good job or not. One moment he was sure that it was the best thing he has ever done and the next he couldn’t help thinking that all of it was very basic and unimaginative.

“Whoa, hyung,” Yunho exclaimed, slapping his shoulder suddenly reinvigorated. “The formations? So cool. I see that it’s finished yet but love where it’s going!”

“Thank you,” Seonghwa said, rubbing at his shoulder, excited Yunho didn’t exactly measure his strength. He felt relieved though, Yunho never said that he liked something if he didn’t.

“My favorite part is when they split and dance to different parts of music. Loved that idea from the start, honestly. Where are you going to be during it?”

“Oh, with one of the groups I suppose, I didn’t try it with them yet, we are still learning the forms.”

Yunho had his focused face again, nodding slightly to the beat of a looped song.

“Have you thought of having a little solo instead? You could be doing moves from both parts, basically bringing them together by the end when there is a pause and they all freeze.” Yunho said, clearly thinking out loud, watching the dancers splitting into two groups once again. Then he shook himself and turned to Seonghwa raising his hands. “Not trying to bud in, into your choreo! Totally up to you.”

Seonghwa frowned, he really didn’t think much about his own position yet, too busy with the general picture. It would make a nice reflection of Yunho’s piece where he was definitely having a solo moment.

The overall theme was freedom of emotion and breaking out of metaphorical restraints. While Yunho’s finale was all about that, Seonghwa was leading up to it by all the almost militaristic formations, it was about the inescapable uniformity so he didn’t think about adding a character. But now presented with the idea he couldn’t help wondering.

“Won’t it be too chaotic with two parties on different rhythms and then me doing yet another one?”

“Hm, depends on execution I guess. Wanna try?”

And well Seonghwa always preferred the experimental approach anyways. He didn’t have the exact idea of how to combine different parts in a coherent manner so he was just freestyling it for a bit, trying what felt right, not really thinking about it.

Watching himself on Yunho’s phone afterwards, Seonghwa had to admit that the idea had some potential. If he could do it correctly, the focal point could actually benefit and ground the performance.

“It’s hard to go on two different counts, though,” Seonghwa said, noticing his uneven jumps from one flow into the other and back.

“The separate melody or at least a beat would help a lot,” Yunho nodded.

Seonghwa buried his face in his palms with a groan. Hongjoong would be thrilled to get more work because he changed things up again.

He said as much to Yunho who tapped away at his phone with no care in the world.

“What are you doing?” Seonghwa asked, suspicious.

“Sending him the video. Even if he grumbles, I don’t think… Yep, already agreed. He will work on it tomorrow so you can come to the studio in the evening to finish up.”

Seonghwa had to wonder if Yunho knew of his crush and was milking it shamelessly or if he was just like that on his own.

“On a Sunday, really?” he had to ask. “After we already made him work overtime the whole week?”

“When hyung starts something he literally won’t be able to rest until it’s as near to perfect as it gets,” Yunho said and gave Seonghwa a pointed stare. “Reminds me of a certain someone.”

Seonghwa raised his hands up, guilty as charged, not even trying to argue it. He announced a fifteen minute break for the dancers, not getting one himself, too busy with thinking how to weave his part into the structures that were already there.

***

Seonghwa entered his apartment, took his shoes off but didn’t bother with the coat and dropped on the couch in total exhaustion. He knew he went too hard, it was the end of week one and there were still two to go. It was not smart spending all his energy so early but he hoped that after the choreographing part was done it would get somehow easier.

He contemplated sleeping then and there but still in his coat he was starting to overheat. Also becoming uncomfortably aware of the stale sweat from hours of dancing on his skin. As soon as he noticed it he couldn’t stand being filthy anymore and got up with a groan and shuffled to the bathroom.

Standing under the blissfully hot water spray Seonghwa reminded himself that there was only early morning practice tomorrow as Yunho insisted on giving everyone at least some semblance of a break. He still had to go to Hongjoong’s studio in the evening but that left the whole afternoon free. He could finally rest and maybe even spend it all napping and playing on Switch.

Or, Seonghwa thought, getting out of a stall and glancing towards the overflowing laundry basket, he could get back on track with the chores. His house was not dirty, he couldn’t stand the idea and no amount of overwork could prevent him from having clean floors. But it was getting messy with piles of clean laundry waiting to get ironed and all the trash sorted but not taken out. He knew he won’t be able to properly rest in a cluttered environment and had to deal with it before the start of the next week.

Seonghwa just finished blow drying his hair and started on skincare when the door intercom rang. He didn’t order any delivery and had to wonder if someone put in the wrong apartment number and if he should just ignore it. But it kept on ringing and taking him out of the gentle winding down routine he tried to follow so he answered it before his peace could morph into annoyance.

“Hey, Seonghwa-yah, it’s me,” came in a distorted but still recognizable voice.

It was Uzin. Seonghwa pushed the button to let him in, still bewildered at the sudden visit. He couldn’t remember if he ever came along without an invitation. It wasn’t like Seonghwa particularly minded; to think of it, he was tired but he was also tense and still buzzing with energy. He wouldn’t actually mind getting some of it out of his system.

It soon became very clear that he won’t be getting a quickie before sleep, though.

Uzin came in and motioned for three other guys, Seonghwa vaguely remembered as his friends, to come in as well. All of them were unsteady on their feet and struggled with taking their shoes off.

“Hey babe, we were in this pub nearby and some dipshit was making a fuss and he started it but they threw US out. Can’t fucking believe it. I remembered that your place is near so we brought the party home,” he said, while the rest of the guys at least bowed and gave an uneven choir of greetings.

For a second Seonghwa didn't even know what he was feeling, exhausted to the bone and now saddled with a bunch of guests he hardly even met before. Pissed was maybe an understatement. He squeezed his fists, inhaled some air and made a valiant decision not to cause a scene.

“Sure, come in. I have work early tomorrow,” Seonghwa made a long pause looking directly at Uzin. “So I won’t be able to host for long but you can come for a bit.”

The guys, looking a bit unsure now, shuffled in. Still all of them answered positively to an offering of beer.

Seonghwa went into the kitchen to see if he had enough for everyone.

“That wasn’t very welcoming,” Uzin said quietly, coming right after him.

“Well I wasn’t planning on receiving guests tonight,” Seonghwa answered, in a similarly hushed tone. “You could have called at least?”

“Why are you such a stuck up all of a sudden? It’s Saturday night, what’s wrong with a little hang out?”

“I just got back from practice like an hour ago. I was working all day and I have to be at the studio by nine tomorrow,” Seonghwa hissed, his patience running very low. “So sorry that I’m not thrilled to be hosting an unplanned party right now.”

He took out the beer bottles and slammed the fridge closed. Uzin was looking skeptical at him.

“Since when do you work weekends?”

“Since I got this big project that I have been working on for the past month. We are on a deadline now and I’m pretty busy. You would have known, if you asked me anything ever.”

“Eh guys? Are we in the wrong time?” One of Uzin's friends was hovering awkwardly in the doorway.

“No it’s fine, he is just throwing a hissy fit because I haven’t called first.”

Seonghwa has had enough. He absolutely loathed the idea of being a shitty host but this was uncalled for, all of it.

“No, you know what. You are at the wrong time! I’m tired and I want to sleep. Sorry guys.”

“Eh no, yeah, sure, sorry. We're just gonna... go.”

The dude quickly backed away from the kitchen and herded the rest to the entrance and after another wave of awkward bows and goodbyes they were gone.

Uzin just glared at Seonghwa during this whole process and said nothing until they were out of the door.

“Are you happy now? The subway is closed. Do you know how much the taxi would cost them? I said we can crash here! You just embarrassed me in front of my friends.”

“I think you have managed to do that yourself.”

“You know what, Seonghwa-ah. You have to seriously rethink your behavior if you want to stay in this relationship.”

Seonghwa felt his eyebrows shooting up. “What?”

“Yeah. If you think a pretty face and an okay sex is enough to keep the relationship going, then think again. You have to work for it and honestly, I don’t see much dedication from your side. It’s all about your friends, your work, your problems. And one time I needed your help, it turns out I can’t rely on you.”

“You wanted to crash somewhere with your drunk buddies.”

“It just goes to show that how it is in small things, it is in big too. So I’m asking you, are you going to behave like a spoiled child or are you willing to change something?”

Seonghwa took a moment to appreciate the irony.

“I don’t think anything in me needs changing,” he said insead. Uzin sighed deeply and so theatrically that Seonghwa had to wonder how he managed to stay in his company for so long.

“Then it’s not going to work between us.”

“Then it won’t.”

From a bit stunned reaction Seonghwa could tell that it wasn’t going the way Uzin expected it to go. The poor man. He slowly went to get his shoes on, get his coat, his scarf. Seonghwa was not in a hurry to beg him to stay so eventually he had to open a door and step out, looking over his shoulder to say: “Goodbye Seonghwa. Wish you all the best.”

“Bye,” Seonghwa said and closed the door.

Seonghwa sighed with relief. He wasn’t even that mad about the whole situation anymore. Wooyoung was so right. This relationship was done for long ago and he convinced himself that it was still convenient when the fact was that he just didn’t like to initiate “the talk”.

Seonghwa took his phone and wrote Wooyoung on Kakao: “Uzin just dumped me!”

Response came less than a minute later. “Finally!!! Congratulations!!!” With a long string of celebrating emojis in the end.

Seonghwa had to question why it wasn’t an unusual exchange for them to have. But he didn’t, because he was tired and sleepy and unattached. The last part opened him the world of opportunities he might have wanted to pursue.

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With all that commotion in the evening and early rise the next morning, Seonghwa didn’t get much sleep but the practice woke him up as it always did. Afterwards a few dancers stayed behind to practice where they were still lacking, because they had an amazing and professional crew. Seonghwa stayed with them of course and before he knew it the day was gone and he had just enough time to take a shower before getting to Hongjoong’s music studio. Seonghwa knew he would regret not taking his rest while he could but what else was new.

The track wasn’t supposed to be altered much and Seonghwa had few additional suggestions from finishing his choreo during the day, so he hoped that they could finish it up quickly.

Hongjoong apparently was bored on this particular weekend, however; there was no other reason why he came up with four alternative versions of the song. Seonghwa honestly tried focusing on them but subtle beat variations escaped him and after listening to the third version he couldn’t really say how it was different from the previous one and had to play it again.

“Are you even paying attention here?” Hongjoong asked, when he finished the second play and embarrassingly, still didn’t hear the difference.

Seonghwa rubbed at his burning eyes, cursing his decision to wear contacts instead of glasses out of some stupid vanity. For once Hongjoong had a reason to be pissed, he was working on the weekend and Seonghwa’s attention was all over the place.

“Ah sorry, it was a long week, I will focus now,” Seonghwa said, reaching for the headphones again.

“Didn’t you guys have like half a day off today?”

“We did but I stayed up to help some dancers and then worked on the solo and the time flew by.”

Hongjoong gave him a look.

“I’m no dancer but it sounds pretty dumb.”

“Aish, I know, you don’t have to rub it in,” Seonghwa groaned.

Hongjoong sighed and got up. “We are not getting anything done like this, let’s have a break. Have you eaten anything yet?”

“I had lunch.”

Hongjoong pointedly looked at his left wrist with a few slim chain bracelets on it. “It’s nine p.m.”

“You don’t even have a watch there,” Seonghwa said but he could feel the involuntary grin spreading at his antics. Why did he have to be so extra?

“And yet I know that it’s half past should-have-had-dinner o’clock. Wait here,” he said and walked out of his mixing booth.

Seonghwa was pretty sure Hongjoong was the type to skip dinner when in the zone too. But he didn’t have enough data to call him out on his hypocrisy.

Seonghwa waited for a few minutes and since Hongjoong wasn’t coming back from his bathroom break or whatever it was, he put the headphones back on and started the tracks over. Now that he snapped out of his tired haze a little the differences were clear, though in his defense, they were pretty miniscule. Still he could understand how the small samples here and there made for slightly different moods.

He was rewatching the final recording of his solo with the version of music he thought suited it best, when Hongjoong came back carrying some takeout containers and a cup holder with an ice coffee and a tall paper cup.

“Oh. What are you...?” Seonghwa asked but after an impatient nod from Hongjoong, scurried to help clear out a space on a coffee table.

“It’s just some tteokbokki and ramyeon from 7/11 downstairs,” Hongjoong explained, without actually explaining himself. He placed all the things he was holding in front of Seonghwa and started taking the covers off. He grumbled under his nose not looking up from his task: “I don’t know what you like so I got what I usually get. We can share.”

Seonghwa didn’t know what it was suddenly all about but he could tell how viscerally uncomfortable Hongjoong was, even if it was a situation entirely of his own making. So while tearing the paper away from his chopsticks he said instead: “I have listened to it again and I like the second version most.”

Hongjoong made a vaguely agreeing sound while sipping his ice coffee before even touching the food.

“I actually like the third more but the second fits better,” Seonghwa corrected himself, chewing through a mouthful of delightfully spicy rice sticks. He didn't have a habit of talking while eating but after the first few bites it became clear that he was actually starving. “I don’t think it needs to be changed. There is only this small part at 2:15 but I like it, I will adjust the movement so it matches it.”

“That's good,” Hongjoong said, finally putting the coffee down and digging in as well. “I will add it to the mix, go through all of it again and send the final version tomorrow.”

For a few minutes they were just eating in silence. Seonghwa inhaled his pile of instant noodles in one swift motion as he always did when he was really hungry and Hongjoong gave him a slightly horrified look. It wasn’t the first time someone reacted like that and Seonghwa learned to respond with a smug smile instead of embarrassment.
Also if someone was supposed to be embarrassed it was Hongjoong, holding his chopsticks with the finesse of a five-year-old.

After finishing his part of the meal, Seonghwa reached for the paper cup, assuming that one was for him and was pleasantly surprised that it contained some fruit-smelling tea. He wasn’t much of a tea drinker and would absolutely love to have some caffeine but it would inevitably mess up his already unsteady sleeping schedule and he was grateful for the opportunity to avoid that temptation.

The tea was warm and rich and exactly what he needed after a long day.

“Thank you for the meal, Hongjoong-ssi,” Seonghwa said and meant it. He felt a bit unsure of his footing, though. Their sniping at each other was easy to navigate, the late night treats not so much. Seonghwa felt the need to stir it back into familiar territory so he drawled: “Ah, but I just started thinking that you were attractive and you had to spoil it by all this being nice thing.”

He expected Hongjoong to be thrown off by it or to get flustered at least but he only stole a quick glance up and continued his meal. His movements were a little frantic but they were always like that. Looking to the side he said: “That's hardly a compliment, if your boyfriend reflects your taste.”

“Ex-boyfriend,” Seonghwa corrected, fighting the urge to roll his eyes at his mere mention.

“Oh?” Hongjoong looked up from arranging empty food containers. “As of? Sorry, not my business.”

“Yesterday,” Seonghwa said, shrugging. “But it was a long time in the making. You saw.”

There was a long pause. Containers neatly stacked. Iced americano shakened and finished off as well as the tea. Seonghwa was wondering if it was a wrong topic to turn the conversation to.

And then Hongjoong looked him straight in the eyes and said with the smallest of smirks: “I can stop being nice.”

Seonghwa felt his breath hitching.

“Hongjoong-ssi,” he raised his brows, fake-scandalized, trying desperately to get ahold of himself and the conversation, “do you want me to keep finding you attractive?”

Hongjoong cocked his head to the side and looked down at him. It wasn’t fair how his work chair was so much higher than the low couch Seonghwa was sitting on.

“Do you really like assholes that much?” Hongjoong asked and there was no teasing in his voice, no inflection at all. He could be genuinely curious or he could be just giving him an opening. In any other situation Seonghwa would have worried that he was reading too much into it but that tension between them wasn’t new, it built and built with every interaction until it was almost crackling in the air.

Seonghwa licked his lips and saw Hongjoong following the movement with his suddenly hooded eyes.

“Yeah.”

Come to think of it, Seonghwa mussed, it was very different from his usual play. In a way that Hongjoong was kind of an asshole but he also knew that it was a thing that attracted Seonghwa, so rather than cover it with false niceness he didn’t bother and maybe even capitalized on it more.

It was liberating in a way that Seonghwa didn’t have to pretend being nice either but it felt a little dangerous too, like he was giving a little bit too much away. He wondered for a moment what mask he should be putting on for him but Hongjoong had already known him from a professional and even somehow personal side and wouldn't be buying the majority of his usual ones.

Wouldn’t it be wild to go with the most intimate one, the mask he had mostly for himself? The one of a needy manipulative slut that gets off on being better than the person he is with.

There was no place he felt more powerful than on his knees so he went down on them. Still holding Hongjoong’s unblinking stare, Seonghwa crawled the short distance dividing them, ignoring the tiny voice of uncertainty inside his head. To be rejected like this, would be so humiliating. But he knew this game, he read the room and more importantly, he had never met a man who refused him when he got on his knees. Kim Hongjoong was not an exception.

Hongjoong’s face was expressing so many things but Seonghwa couldn’t understand a single one of them. Only that he was not opposed to what was happening. The way his breathing was picking up, his fingers flexing on the armrests and his knees slowly spreading, gave Seonghwa all the confirmation he needed.

After settling between his ripped jeans-clad thighs and opening the top button, Seonghwa smirked up at him and tugged the zipper down with his teeth. It was a skill to do it in a sexy and not ridiculous way and Seonghwa was very skillful. Hongjoong let out a shaky breath and if it was not a sound yet, it wouldn’t stay like that for long. Seonghwa was very confident about his blowjob giving prowess.

If he needed any encouragement, Hongjoong was almost fully hard by the time he was freed him from his jeans and underwear. Seonghwa stroked him to the full hardness, appreciating the way he fit into his palm. Slightly smaller than Seonghwa’s own but very shapely and already weeping. Seonghwa collected the moisture from his cockhead with his index finger and put it in his mouth, savoring the tangy taste.

Suddenly there was a hand in his hair, grabbing his little ponytail lightly but firm enough to push him closer.

Seonghwa didn’t moan but it was close. The way Hongjoong was looking at him, when their eyes met, his reaction was noted and appreciated.

“You don’t have to,” Hongjoong said in complete opposition to what his hands were urging him to do.

Seonghwa shot him a slightly annoyed glare and proceeded to wrap his lips around him and suck hard. This time Hongjoong’s breath definitely left him with a sound. One could even classify it as whimper.

Hongjoong tugged at his hair again, maybe without even meaning to but Seonghwa felt his eyes rolling a little from the sting of it.

“Oh, you like that?” he tugged at it harder and this time Seonghwa definitely moaned.

“That’s what I thought,” Hongjoong said breathlessly but Seonghwa decided that he was way too coherent and went to work on him for real.

Seonghwa loved giving head, not just the power trip it gave him but the taste, the smell, the mechanics, all of it. He licked up and down in broad swipes, then took it in his mouth, made the head poke at his cheek from the inside while his teeth were ghosting over the shaft.

Seonghwa didn’t mind following instructions but since he wasn’t getting any he did all his favorite things instead. He liked it wet, he liked it messy, liked gagging a little. When he went down low enough to feel it in his throat, Hongjoong keened and got both hands into his hair, not pulling this time but getting fistfulls of it and holding tight.

Seonghwa looked up and did his best attempt at smiling around the cock in his mouth, knowing what a sight he was making.

Hongjoong stared at him, looking like he was afraid to blink and miss a single second of it.

“Your lips are just so,” he muttered. Seonghwa swallowed around him and Hongjoong threw his head back with a muffled curse. Just a few moments later he was coming in Seonghwa’s mouth.

Seonghwa let go with a filthy pop and tucked him in. He wanted to make a joke, something about thanking him for another meal but he was too breathless from the exertion and his own arousal and then the moment was gone.

Hongjoong slithered down from his chair, all sharp knees and elbows and immediately reached his hand into the front of Seonghwa’s pants, squeezing him hard and setting a fast ruthless rhythm that had him squirming and trying to match it.

With his other hand Hongjoong cupped his jaw and circled his thumb around and over his lips, through saliva and come, not bothered, rather mesmerized with all the mess, eventually plunging it inside Seonghwa’s mouth.

It took very little from there.

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Seonghwa went home, woke up the next day, received the final version of the song and continued practicing it with his crew. All the time waiting for it to start feeling weird, start feeling like he made a huge mistake. But it just never happened. He had a good time, a great time even and in fact he wanted more of it.

It didn’t bother him one bit that Hongjoong had a crush on Yunho as long as he wasn’t standing between the two of them and he knew that it wasn’t the case. If anything, it actually put him at ease.

Maybe that was an answer to his troubles all along: stop trying to date people he despised and just fuck them in a mutually beneficial agreement instead.

He wasn’t sure if Hongjoong shared the same outlook or if it was just a spur-of-the-moment thing for him but there was only one way to tell.

So after three days of no contact, Seonghwa showed up at his studio. The evening practice left him tired but keyed up just the right amount to not care about the ways it could go wrong.

Hongjoong let him in without a question, not surprised to see him in the slightest, which Seonghwa took as a sign that he was expecting a visit. It stung a bit, to be predictable like that and Seonghwa contemplated coming up with some music-related conversation just to be contrary. Some other time he might have, but as it was, he was tired, it was late and he had more work tomorrow and every day for the foreseeable future.

At least both of them remained standing, Hongjoong didn’t get back to whatever he was working on after letting him in and exchanging perfunctory greetings.

“So I was thinking,” Seonghwa said, tugging the zip of his fanciest black coat slowly down, then shrugging it onto the nearest piece of furniture. “About the last time.”

If there was no way to be subtle about it, he could just as well get straight to the point.

Hongjoong scoffed at him but he also stepped closer. It forced him to look up but he didn’t look bothered by it, maintaining intense eye contact.

“And if you are not too busy,” Seonghwa continued, leaning into him but stopping just a breath away. “We might...”

Hongjoong made some kind of annoyed sound and Seonghwa didn’t have time to get indignant about it because he was getting kissed.

Nice, they didn’t get to kissing last time. Seonghwa was wondering if Hongjoong was the type to hook up but leave the kissing for his romantic partner but obviously that wasn’t the case. That was very fortunate, because Hongjoong was a pretty good kisser. He set a slower pace than his initial pounce would warrant but it didn’t feel cold or unsure or anything like that. He wasn’t thrown off by Seonghwa taking some initiative back and neither tried to dominate the kiss nor shied away from it when it got progressively more filthy. It felt exploratory but in a fun way, like a conversation.

One of his hands was cradling Seonghwa’s chin, the other found a way to his hair. It was safe to assume that Hongjoong really liked his hair.

Seonghwa settled his hands on Hongjoong’s narrow hips for just a moment, letting himself get distracted with the kiss. It was a very nice kiss. But it wasn’t why he came all this way.

He slipped his hands under Hongjoong’s loose shirt, finding the buckle of his belt. Before he could do away with it, however, Hongjoong leaned back and gripped at his wrists.

“We are not doing it in the studio.”

Seonghwa smiled sweetly at him, his lips still tingling from the kisses.

“We already did it in the studio.”

Hongjoong didn’t budge, still holding his hands safely away from his crotch area.

“That was spontaneous and I wasn’t sure you would want to relocate.”

“I don’t want to relocate now,” Seonghwa said, pouting at him, trying not to show how much he preened at Hongjoong’s admission that he was forgoing his rules just to let the last time happen.

“Now I know that you want this. And you can get this not in my studio.”

Seonghwa let the silence stretch to give an impression that he was thinking it over. He wasn’t that desperate, at least he didn’t want to look that desperate.

“My apartment is literally ten minutes away.”

The pause went on for a little bit longer and finally snapped.

“Fine,” Seonghwa sighed and stepped away to grab his coat and put it back on. “Let’s go, then.”

To Hongjoong’s credit, he took almost no time to get ready. He only waited for his computer to save all the changes in whatever he was working at, tapping his foot impatiently all the while the program did its work.

It didn’t occur to Seonghwa at first that ten minutes away meant ten minutes on a motorcycle. Which was still admittedly hot but also very uncomfortable with a semi he still had from their kissing.

The powerful machine rumbling between his legs and the coarse leather of Hongjoong’s jacket that Seonghwa clung to, didn’t help him to calm down at all.

Half way through their ride, he noticed Hongjoong’s usually pretty dainty hands with their permanently chipped polish squeezing black rubber handles hard, veins bulging and all. Probably harder than was strictly necessary, so maybe he wasn’t the only one affected by this mode of transportation. The realization hit him like an electric shock down the spine and got him fully hard. Seonghwa half heartedly tried to will it away, but the whole thing: them barely standing each other yet riding on the bike through the night streets with a sole purpose to fuck, it just got to him in the best way possible.

When they got to their destination and were going up in the elevator, Seonghwa tried to imagine how it was going to go. If Hongjoong would offer him coffee or beer, if he had to pretend to be interested in the decor, while trying to move them along closer to the bedroom. Was he giving off a vibe of being too easy and more importantly, did he care?

All of his worries didn’t matter in the end. Because as soon as the door was closed behind them, Hongjoong pushed him against it, kissing him again, a bit more urgent this time. They didn’t even take their shoes off but worked together to ditch the coats. Hongjoong pushed a knee between his legs and Seonghwa moved one of his, so they could slot against each other better, and had to muffle a moan in the other’s lips at how good it felt. Seonghwa had some personal preferences, meaning that usually he liked bigger, more muscular men. But somehow even with Hongjoong being shorter than him they just fit together so nicely.

Hongjoong moved lower to mouth at his neck, his hands working Seonghwa’s slacks open. His voice was deliciously low right next to his ear: “Do you mind marks?”

There was no way Seonghwa could admit that he really-really loved them so he just breathed out: “Mmm, don’t care.”

Hongjoong sucked at his neck, licked over the place and sucked at it harder again. Seonghwa felt his hips jerking forward to rub against a thigh still lodged between his. He wasn’t helping with getting his pants open, moving like that, but who could blame him, honestly.

Eventually Hongjoong grunted something in annoyance and pinned Seonghwa’s hips to the door, tugging his zipper all the way down. Then tugging both his slacks and underwear down as well. Seonghwa yelped at the sudden feeling of a cold door against his naked ass. The events were moving faster than he anticipated, he still had his shoes on!

Hongjoong was unbuttoning Seonghwa’s shirt from the top down with a determination of a man on a mission, kissing and nipping at every inch of newly exposed skin, until promptly dropping to his knees on the floor. Wrapping a hand around his cock without a hint of hesitation.

“Oh, okay,” Seonghwa said, struggling to keep up with the program. Hongjoong wasn’t slowing down at all, nuzzling at him enthusiastically.

Seonghwa bit down his lower lip, enjoying the view. He always felt a little too vulnerable receiving blowjobs but that didn’t mean he disliked them, oh no.

Hongjoong worked down the shaft with quick kitten licks, then took just a head in, sucking at it slightly, stroking the rest of the length with his hand. All the while not glancing up even once. One could almost think that he was too shy, if he wasn’t so assertive in his every move, one of his hands coming up to grope at Seonghwa's waist and lightly defined abs.

Hongjoong didn’t seem comfortable with taking too much of him into his mouth but it didn’t stop him from doing everything else leaving no room for complaints.

Feeling himself getting closer, Seonghwa grabbed at his shoulder with one hand, digging his fingers in. He wanted to bury his hands in Hongjoong’s bleached hair, wondering if it was corse or soft but he wasn’t sure he could keep himself from using it as leverage to fuck his mouth. With his free hand Seonghwa tugged at his own hair instead, moaning: “Nng, Hongjoong-ah.”

Hongjoong jolted at that, looking up at him for the first time. He didn’t look like he minded the casul address, though, he looked delighted.

Seonghwa was biting at his lips to keep in the rest of the noises he wanted to make. Mind too hazy with pleasure, he wasn’t sure why he bothered to restrain himself, probably something that had to do with them being just a door away from a public space. Watching over his struggles, Hongjoong hummed and Seonghwa swore. Obviously pleased by the reaction, Hongjoong hummed some more, stroking him faster.

Seonghwa had been worked up since before he got to the studio, then there was all the kissing, and a mad ride, now a sudden blowjob, he wasn’t surprised at all when just between one stroke and the other he was coming hard.

It wasn’t like his legs couldn’t hold him anymore but it felt so good to slide down until he was basically in Hongjoong’s lap, breathing hard, twitching with aftershocks. He wouldn't mind being kissed, come taste and all but Hongjoong was leaning back and Seonghwa didn’t feel like moving after him.

He wasn’t completely without manners, however.

“Lemme just,” Seonghwa said, reaching for his belt again, and again Hongjoong stopped him.

“Don’t worry about it,” he said, looking almost unaffected, only slightly out of breath and his face shinier with perspiration. Seonghwa frowned at him and Hongjoong looked back with a calculating expression, poking his tongue at the corner of his mouth. “So are you too tired now or do you want more?”

Suddenly Seonghwa wasn’t as lax and boneless as he thought he was.

“More?”

“It’s ok if you are done for tonight, I know how busy you are with rehearsals. But if you are not...”

“What then?” Seonghwa asked, intrigued.

Hongjoong looked him straight in the eyes and said slowly and thoughtfully: “I want to fuck you.”

The sudden surge of arousal that went through him was almost painful. His cock made a valiant effort to get hard right away and while it was way too soon, Seonghwa knew he would get there in no time at all.

“I’m not tired,” he said, smiling wide.

Hongjoong smiled back with a surprisingly cute mischievous smile.

“Good. Up you go,” he said, nudging Seonghwa off his lap, picking up and hanging their coats. Both of them finally took their shoes off. “You can speak casually to me.”

“You can call me hyung,” Seonghwa said, suddenly delighted to be older.

“Yah, we are both ‘98.”

“You know that they changed the law and now we go by international age?”

“No one is using that!” Hongjoong countered, sounding genuinely outraged.

Still riding his post-orgasmic high Seonghwa giggled some more.

“Whatever you say, Hongjoong-ah.”

It was kinda funny how after everything, that was what made Hongjoong’s ears go red.