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"What the hell are you doing?" Chanhee's eyebrows furrow when he sees Jaehyun fasten a leather collar around his neck and check himself out the mirror. It looks oddly misplaced in his attire: a combination of pink and white, a knitted vest on top of his dress shirt and skinny jeans.

Jaehyun had agreed to come with Chanhee to the mall and help him choose a new pair of shoes but here they are, looking over the catalogue of chokers and harnesses. This was never Jaehyun's type of thing; he would rather choose something cute and intricate anyday.

"I'm getting someone a birthday gift." Jaehyun switches between an array of collars, different in style but still over the top when it comes to design. He tries each of them out, saying he wants them to be comfortable to wear. Chanhee has nothing against it but the collars he picks out are concerning; who would want that as a birthday gift?

This one in particular had been the most questionable of all, yet Jaehyun looks satisfied when it wraps around his slender neck. It was leather just the same, thick with a buckle and a ring that sits in the middle. "It looks like it's meant for a pet dog." Chanhee quips when Jaehyun adjusts the tightness, fingers slipping under the metal parts and giving it a gentle tug.

His friend smiles sweetly, humming to himself in approval before he undoes the clasp and holds onto it dearly. "Maybe."

✷

The first time the name Juyeon was brought up, Jaehyun had been particularly distracted in their usual weekly study slash hangout. That day, they had agreed to go to the cafe. Younghoon, Chanhee, Sunwoo, and Youngjae had been giving Jaehyun certain glances when he kept checking his phone, typing, smiling to himself, putting it down, then checking it again several times.

How unusual. Knowing Jaehyun, he preferred to devote his whole attention to whatever and whoever is in front of him; Jaehyun always made sure no one felt left out, his friendly nature made him engage with everyone with relative ease. No one would have thought that Chanhee would be able to come in contact with someone like Youngjae if it weren't for him. 

"What's with you?" Chanhee finally speaks up. He was the only person among the four of them whom Jaehyun actually listens to (or at least with little resistance from him). Despite being the loveliest person on campus, being friends with Lee Jaehyun calls for never ending teasing.

"What do you mean?" Jaehyun glances up from his phone, finally shutting it off and placing it face down on the table. The casing was the color of lavender, like his favorite shade of purple and patterned with glittering hearts. He knows he keeps an old photo of him and Chanhee inside the phone case, back when they were classmates in middle school.

Chanhee gives the device a pointed look, "Are you fancying anyone, perhaps?" He snickers. It was about time, really. Jaehyun had been fifth wheeling ever since Sunwoo and Youngjae got together last semester while Younghoon and he had been dating for two years already.

There is a faint blush that colors Jaehyun's already naturally pink cheeks while he plays with a stray hair strand that pokes out of his beige beret. Oh, so he does fancy someone.

All four give Jaehyun a look of shock, ranging from a series of rapid blinking from Younghoon to a comical jaw dropping from Sunwoo.

He likes someone. Jaehyun who always received love letters from secret admirers left and right, grand confessions in different forms of serenades, life sized teddy bears, and balloons. The same Jaehyun who politely turned them all down and took no interest in every single one of them. Now, that very Jaehyun is biting his lip and turning away bashfully over this potential special someone.

"I guess you can say that." Youngjae almost falls off of his chair; everyone thought Jaehyun would die a virgin when they know he never entered any romantic nor physical relationship with anyone for as long as Chanhee could remember.

They all catch the contact name written at the top of the chatbox. Juyeon in thick bold letters with hearts on each side, it was almost disgusting to look at. But the fact that Jaehyun has someone he can care about and look after, above all the teasing he would be subjected into, they were happy for him.

For now, at least. This may be Jaehyun's first but that does not mean that they would let this slide. Everyone else has had their fair share of shitty romances and they definitely would not want to deal with a heartbroken Jaehyun in their hands.

Well, the girl should at least be pretty enough for Jaehyun but the four decide not to press it further.

✷

The more Chanhee thinks about it, the more he realizes that Jaehyun never talks about what type of person he likes. He always gives a vague answer, "as long as they're right for me." That sounds kind of lame, everyone is bound to some standard they have for themselves.

This is the first time he gets to witness Jaehyun in his stupid and in love state. Is he into timid girls? A responsible and independent girl would suit him more, with his passive nature and kindness. Seems fitting, Chanhee nods to himself.

"He would definitely like older girls." Sunwoo suggests. Chanhee imagines every senior he ever met, ruling out any of them who could fit Jaehyun's tastes, but even then, they were not spared from his apologetic smile and timid dismissal. But Jaehyun would like to be taken care of,  Chanhee could not afford to keep nagging at him every time he forgets to think about himself. Despite being the second oldest from their group of five, sometimes he acts even younger than Youngjae.

"I bet he's into girls with big asses and boobs!" Youngjae exclaims and the rest of them erupt into a fit of laughter. That is absurd. "No, no, really! You should have seen him. I saw him look at the girls' in swimsuits in the university newspaper!" Even with the dozens of confessions Jaehyun receives, there is no way he would be able to withstand a girl like that. Jaehyun is most of all, dainty and pliant, quite unlike a bold and charismatic girl who is not afraid to show herself off like the ones he ogles on published materials. Jaehyun really thought he was being discreet those times.

That is fine, Jaehyun is just like them who are still a bit in their hormones even in their early 20s. It was cute (weirdly enough) to see him blush and stammer a petty excuse whenever he gets caught. Guys his age are usually shameless when it comes to these things and have learnt to accept that it is just part of their nature. Jaehyun is still pure and innocent compared to anyone else who gives in to their guilty pleasures.

"But it makes sense," Younghoon interjects. "Opposites attract, don't they?" Ah, truly. Younghoon is likely to guess it right, a girl who is the polar opposite of Jaehyun. Jaehyun is, of course, a multidimensional person which means there are only so many attributes but Younghoon's conclusion narrows down a lot. Someone who complements and contradicts him at the same time… just like how Chanhee is with Younghoon. Yeah, Jaehyun would definitely be into a typical bad girl—

"What's all the fuss about?" Speak of the devil and he shall appear, or in his case, an angel; Jaehyun emerges from the door at the empty classroom the remaining four had invaded as their hangout spot of the week. He brought snacks, he always does. Ever the thoughtful person that he is. Chanhee wonders if the girl he likes would happen to be an insensitive bitch.

Sunwoo leans back on his chair, propping his feet up on the desk, "Ohhh, we were just talking about your crush." Jaehyun gives him a perplexed stare and finds a seat to accompany them in the set of desks pushed together to make a wider table. The second Jaehyun drops the pile of snacks on the wooden top, Youngjae almost immediately digs in and Sunwoo yells to leave some for him.

"You're seriously not letting the last time go?" Jaehyun laughs, waits until everyone else has a snack in their hands because he always thinks about others before himself. Strawberry chocolate, just like the brown dye of his hair and the pink of his cheeks. Jaehyun can actually rival any other girl when it comes to being pretty but Chanhee will never say that out loud (it was a known fact among everyone who sets their eyes on him anyway).

For some reason, Chanhee has the urge to judge whether the girl he likes is even worth Jaehyun's time. Jaehyun is a standard himself, there is no way Chanhee would allow a bare minimum person into his life.

"We just wanna know more about her!" Younghoon beams, trying to pry something out of Jaehyun because Chanhee knows the Younghoon is unable to resist curiosity. With his elbows propped on the desk and his chin resting on his palms, he leans forward. "What's she like?"

"She—?" The familiar ringtone of his phone cuts Jaehyun off. "Actually, you should check it out for yourself." And the four watch him intently as he picks up the call. Chanhee feels a little sick hearing the words baby and love from Jaehyun but he has to admit that he and Younghoon have their moments too. Meanwhile, Sunwoo and Youngjae are fake gagging in the background because apparently their love language is hurling insults at each other all the time.

"I'll put you on speaker," Chanhee can faintly hear a stream of protests from the other line until he hears her voice loud and clear— no, his voice.

Chanhee should have known, Juyeon is a gender neutral name after all.

"Hello! Um, hyung, what do I say?" Hyung, well that nullifies the suggestion that Jaehyun is into older people. Chanhee tries to dissect what kind of person Juyeon is. His voice is soft, he talks slowly and sometimes stutters. He talks like an old person. Chanhee's brows furrow as he listens to Juyeon's voice that answers the dozens of useless questions the three shoot at him while Jaehyun could only smile in endearment.

Jaehyun, although loud and often whiny, knows the right things to say. Juyeon sounds like he carefully chooses each word that comes out of his mouth. That might not be the case, maybe he is trying to impress them solely because they are Jaehyun's friends and thinks of the best response as a way to keep them entertained. Chanhee hates that, hates how he has to put an act in front of them.

The way Juyeon speaks may be gentle but that voice is low and gravelly and it definitely contrasts Jaehyun's. It can be strong and commanding if he wants it to be, Chanhee has a bad feeling about it.

Juyeon is in his second year just like Chanhee. He is taking BS in Microbiology which meant his building was further away from any of them, hence none of them have ever seen or heard of Juyeon before. The sciences and arts sides of the university were never exactly on good terms with each other by some divine law or a feud among the fraternities.

Jaehyun is immune to that, though. Regardless of the circumstances, anyone is easily swayed by the charming boy who never has ill intentions.

"What makes you think you're worth Hyunjae's time?" Chanhee blurts out in the peak of his own thoughts. It was radio silent save for the phone line noise coming from Juyeon. Younghoon, Sunwoo, and Youngjae are looking at him like he grew three heads while Jaehyun is averting his eyes and chewing on his fingers.

"..."

"Can't I skip this question?" Foolish. Juyeon sounds like a guy who would take advantage of Jaehyun's kindness and Chanhee sure as hell would not want to deal with a crying and broken hearted Jaehyun afterwards.

"Why?" he scoffs, "Need more time to think of a good answer?" He can tell that Jaehyun is fidgeting in his seat but does not interject. Chanhee had the right to ask him. He was the most protective in their circle of friends, especially towards Jaehyun. They were closer together than anyone else in the room; their relationship was like that of brothers and Chanhee has the innate urge to protect Jaehyun all of the time.

"No," comes an immediate response. Not firm, not defensive, just as plain as it can get. "I'd rather show instead of tell. It's better to see for yourself than have me talk big, right?"

Hm, he was right. Chanhee would have to hold onto that because where Jaehyun is forgiving, Chanhee is ruthless. He is the one who always keeps his sensitive heart in check, one of the many responsibilities he has to fulfil for being best friends with one of the most popular students on campus. If Juyeon could not prove himself then he might as well not exist in Jaehyun's life.

The call ends with Juyeon saying that break time is over and had to go back to his basketball training. This implies that Juyeon is likely to be tall and fit if not quite muscular. Chanhee imagines what he would look like next to Jaehyun who tries to make himself look small in the hundreds of oversized sweaters and hoodies he wears.

"You didn't have to be so harsh on him, you know." Jaehyun says but he does not berate Chanhee for what he did. His tone was light; he knows exactly why Chanhee does it. "You almost scared him."

"That was the point."

✷

They have not heard from Juyeon for two and a half weeks. Chanhee keeps count of it. When Juyeon said he will show them his worth, he better mean it because Chanhee is sure as hell holding on to that.

It was Wednesday when Chanhee chanced upon Jaehyun who was waiting in front of the university conservation park. Younghoon's department is the closest to Jaehyun's so it is not a surprise that they would cross each other's paths every now and again even when Chanhee would frequently meet up with Younghoon more.

Jaehyun seems to be busy… or rather, occupied. Chanhee and Younghoon are going to witness yet another one of the hundreds of confessions Jaehyun receives. They will have to sit back and watch the entire scene unfold, keeping standby in case Jaehyun needed an exit.

Today is a boy, presumably younger. There is no way that could be Juyeon— his poise is tense, his body language is a dead give away. Jaehyun keeps a safe and friendly distance from him and, by the looks of it, he probably has never even seen this person before.

He looks average with a face that is easy to forget. Chanhee chuckles to himself, Jaehyun is definitely not into that type of person. It was cute to see him try and shoot his shot at the very least.

"Please accept my confession!" Jaehyun is already giving him that apologetic smile, rejecting him as politely as possible. It was astonishing how Jaehyun shows no sign of exasperation for having to deal with this so often. That guy has patience like that of a saint.

What happened next was abrupt. The boy is raising his voice, about to cause a scene for passersby while he hurls insults at Jaehyun simply to soothe his own fragile ego that he damaged by himself. Chanhee's jaw clenches at the sight, Younghoon turning to look at him.

"Should we help him?" Younghoon asks. They should, really, no doubt since they are friends who should stand up for him after all. Jaehyun looks uncomfortable but it was clear that he is forcing a smile, enduring having to hear how he is merely a shallow bitch with a pretty face.

This is still normal, believe it or not. There are more self-entitled people than one would think and this is only one of the many examples of it. "I think Hyunjae can handle himself."

But as soon as Chanhee utters those words, the boy shouts and grabs Jaehyun by the collar of his pristine white blouse. The grip was hard enough to have their friend choking and he is ready to strike a blow to his face. Chanhee and Younghoon are too far to stop him in time. He can feel rage crawling through his system, just because Jaehyun is used to this does not mean he deserves it.

Before the clenched fist could collide with Jaehyun's cheek, a large hand captures his wrist and stops the blow. "Is everything alright?" The words are enunciated slowly, carefully but with an underlying threat. The hand tightens around the wrist in an almost bone crushing grip. Clearly, the person would not take no for an answer. His voice is strong and commanding just like how Chanhee had remembered it, but well directed to things that need it.

Standing next to Jaehyun, the person was tall, dark, and handsome. And by dark, he was stone cold and intimidating that even without flashy clothing, his presence was overwhelming. Emerging from the gymnasium just a few blocks away from the park, his jet black hair was drenched in sweat but changed into fresh and dry clothes just as black as the studs and piercings that glimmered from his ears even from afar.

It takes no rocket science for Chanhee to figure out who it is but the arm that wraps around Jaehyun's thin waist tells everything he needs to know.

Jaehyun was relatively tall but Juyeon was even taller by a few centimeters, perhaps around the same height as Younghoon and he towers over the boy with a brooding stare. His sharp and feline eyes could kill from a single glance and it makes the other cower in fear for what he can do with those large hands and muscular arms. "Would you mind repeating what you just said to my boyfriend earlier?"

Boyfriend? Jaehyun has a lot of explaining to do but with the way the other male stammers and bows apologetically to Juyeon before skipping away will have to do for now. Chanhee turns away before either Jaehyun or Juyeon catch sight of them, Younghoon following soon after.

They were right, Juyeon would be his polar opposite. Where Jaehyun is bright and pastel, soft and petite, Juyeon is daunting and gloomy, sharp and angular but perhaps tender only for their friend and no one else. Their differences fill each other's gaps and Chanhee can tell even from a mile away that this is what Jaehyun would have wanted, like a damsel in distress being saved by a dark knight in shining armor.

"Shouldn't we greet Juyeon?" Younghoon asks, looking behind them to see Jaehyun whining while Juyeon only smiles sweetly and kisses his forehead. Juyeon is charming and attractive in his own ways, it would be no surprise if he had his own share of grandiose proclamations of love.

Chanhee shrugs, rather content with what he had seen from Juyeon. There was no hesitation when it came to protecting Jaehyun, he was calm and controlled under the situation. Chanhee finds comfort and assurance in that; Jaehyun had someone competent enough for him. 

"Let's just wait for Hyunjae to introduce him to us."

✷

Their one on one (or one on four, in this case) introduction comes sooner than expected and definitely unplanned. They all decided to come over to Jaehyun's place as the hangout spot of the week. It had been ages since they had been to his apartment and there had been noticeable changes in the interior, things that show that Jaehyun had definitely been living with another person.

Jaehyun is in his house clothes, hair pulled up with a fluffy headband but even then, he is still pretty without the clear lip gloss and the faint blush on his cheeks. Jaehyun looks flawless bare faced, his natural beauty shining through while his features are contorted in concentration as he plays on his Nintendo switch.

The ambience in the room is different. His personal belongings are unusually tidy for someone who likes to laze around all day on weekends. Around the living room, there is a pair for everything. A pile of encyclopedias lie next to Jaehyun's old psychology textbooks, a larger pair of combat boots sits beside his white sneakers at the doorstep, and the most notable was the polaroids that hang from a string. It had been a collection of Jaehyun's memories with Chanhee and the others but now they were accompanied with a different set of pictures stuck to the wall with thumbtacks, Jaehyun and Juyeon smiling candidly in every shot.

However, what sticks out like a sore thumb is how Jaehyun is wearing a dark blue Metallica sweatshirt that is a size too large on his frame and scented too strong and musky for someone who had always smelt like flowers and honey. It was obvious by then that Jaehyun and Juyeon were really dating, rather than just a little blooming crush that could fade by next semester.

The four of them want to say something about it but by some sort of godly restriction, none of them could bring it up. That is until Juyeon enters the flat in all of his leather clad glory, stopping in his tracks when he finds more than one person huddled in a circle at the carpeted floor of the living room.

Despite having seen him before, Chanhee still could not help but stare with an expression that mimics Sunwoo's shock and Youngjae's awe. The way Juyeon presents himself is a lot to take in. Juyeon could only be described as your typical goth bad boy.

He was decorated in black from head to toe, only adorned with a tinge of deep red. Chanhee worries how Juyeon is able to go to classes without feeling like a human sauna (but then again, the university had a favoritism towards science students and installed air conditioning units to all of their lecture halls, Chanhee sours at the memory).

Juyeon dresses himself in layers and layers of clothing that it was hard to work out every detail. His jacket was covered with pins and studs, distressed pants that look like it got torn inside a shredder, there was a hint of fishnets peeking from underneath. His shirt reads Iron Maiden, Chanhee had only heard of that band from other people. He watches as Juyeon takes off his piercings one by one and swiftly slipping each of his rings off of almost every finger. He keeps the collar on, however, despite looking heavy on his long neck. Chanhee says no word about it.

"Oh, Juyeon, you're back early. I was having some friends over." Jaehyun gets up from his seat, greeting Juyeon with a kiss to his cheek while he unlaces his chunky and heavy boots. The two look like miles apart from each other, the only thing that ties them together is the unbearably apparent boyfriend sweater that Jaehyun is wearing.

Jaehyun introduces them to Juyeon and the male greets himself. As menacing as he seems, Juyeon is quite the extrovert when he manages to click well with Youngjae. He has all the aspects that make him so likeable, everything he does with Jaehyun is seeping with love and adoration Chanhee almost feels sick simply looking at them, but who was he to judge? Both Younghoon and him have their own cringey lovesick moments.

Chanhee does not say much for the most part, watching the rest of his friends shoot question after question for finally seeing Juyeon in the flesh. Jaehyun looks proud of him, for someone who did not even mention his romantic relationship to his closest friends for five months.

"Hyung prefers to keep it private," Chanhee is in no place to say anything about that but he figures that would have been the best option. Jaehyun being in a relationship with a basketball player would be the talk of half the university and draw unnecessary attention. Juyeon does not seem to mind staying away from the public eye, he seems to be respectful with what Jaehyun wants.

The aforementioned sits beside him, watching Juyeon converse with the others with utmost enthusiasm. He is friendlier than Chanhee would have thought. "What do you think of him?" Jaehyun asks, glancing at him for approval. He chews on his lower lip as he anticipates his response. Chanhee had long come into terms with his image of Juyeon after that encounter in the campus park.

"He's okay, didn't think I would like him at first." He lays back, eyes flitting back and forth every now and then. As much as he wants to scrutinize Juyeon, he knows he could feel his gaze if he lingers too long. "He seems genuine even if he looks like an ass."

Jaehyun laughs, and knows Chanhee well enough that he means Juyeon passed the test. Chanhee bites the inside of his cheek, observing his manners. Juyeon is tall and lean with his collar bones jutting out of his maroon tee, Chanhee squints. Is that a hickey?

No way.

Before Chanhee could even jump into conclusions, Youngjae is already asking Jaehyun and Juyeon those types of questions. "So, since you two have been living together for two months now…" Youngjae starts, slinging an arm around Juyeon's shoulders. Chanhee could see the exact moment his eyes darted right around the collar of Juyeon's shirt and he could tell that he noticed the marks too.

"Have you two, you know…?" It was Sunwoo who continued for him, wiggling his eyebrows before the couple turned to each other and snickering. Younghoon looks equally as invested in this as everyone else is. Chanhee turns to Jaehyun and his face is beet red and lets his boyfriend do most of the talking.

Juyeon bites his lip, more nonchalant than he is bashful when he gives a nod. Absolutely no fucking way. Everyone looks at Chanhee— oh, did he say that out loud? He clears his throat.

"There is no way! I've never even seen him try to kiss anyone for the ten years that I've known him." Younghoon is stoked upon hearing it, he was always sheepish when it came to topics like this. His eyes are round and wide with awe when he looks pointedly at Jaehyun who says no word and fidgets in his place.

Apparently, this implies everything.

"Oh." Youngjae starts and it takes a second for everyone else to follow.

"Oh."

"You took his virginity!" Younghoon points at Juyeon accusingly. Chanhee feels a gush of cold air hit his entire body, or perhaps a 10-ton anvil dropped on his head. You mean to say, Juyeon popped his cherry, and Jaehyun, his longtime childhood friend, did not even tell him anything about it?

"What the fuck!?" He yells in frustration and utter mortification. Disbelief, he is in complete disbelief. Chanhee himself never even got to that stage with Younghoon even after two years and here, Juyeon is being frisky with Jaehyun a few months into their relationship? Jaehyun? Of all people?

Chanhee shakes his head in denial. Jaehyun, his darling little innocent and charming and lovely best friend that he had known longer than anyone else. Chanhee feels somewhat betrayed; maybe people change drastically through the years. He snaps his head towards Jaehyun, whose face is flushed all the way to his neck, showing how guilty he is of his acts. "I don't believe you."

Jaehyun only gives Chanhee a tight lipped smile before Juyeon speaks up, taking his hand and enveloping his boyfriend's dainty wrist with his palm. "You're actually quite loud, aren't you, hyung?"

"Juyeon, what-"

Chanhee needs time for this to sink in. Jaehyun has a soft and melodic voice, even if he tends to whine and talk a lot, his voice never comes as close as Youngjae's. Loud? This is information he does not need to know but at the same time, Chanhee really should have known that Jaehyun would be that type of person.

Now, Juyeon himself started teasing the lad. Sunwoo whistled loudly, Chanhee could feel his embarrassment across the entire room. They are like a bunch of teenagers fumbling over a stash of porn DVDs, but then again, this is the 21st century, everyone is too desensitized to act demure.

"Hyung is a real pillow princess, he definitely loves to be spoiled." The aforementioned shoots his head up, steam could be emitting from his ears with how red and fuming he looks. Juyeon only grins knowingly at him, holding an obvious secret the two of them share. "The sweetest thing in bed!"

Chanhee thinks he is slowly being turned into stone the more he listens to Juyeon's words. He looks like he is enjoying teasing Jaehyun (who wouldn't? Jaehyun is always so cute when he is being teased). He could tell how much his best friend tries to stay silent about it, doing his best to stay neutral but it was obvious how antsy Jaehyun is being.

The rest of them find it amusing, encouraging Juyeon to keep going but Chanhee knows he could only say so much. "Everyone else is after my precious hyung. Just a few days ago, someone I didn't even know tried to hurt him! I felt so upset, maybe I should mark him to show all of them that he's taken." Juyeon grins mischievously. Processing everything is like trying to swallow a large stone and Chanhee only feels bile rising to his throat.

Juyeon's hand makes it to Jaehyun's thigh, large and possessive and caressing in a way only a lover can do. The male leans forwards; from where Chanhee is sitting, he can see right underneath Juyeon's shirt and finds that there are multiple hickeys scattered along Juyeon's chest.

Jaehyun tenses when his boyfriend comes close enough to his neck, lips brushing against the collar of the sweatshirt and his friend fumbles for an escape.

"Haha, I think that's enough games!" Jaehyun interjects with a forced grin, pushing Juyeon away who was only left dumbfounded and confused before tugging both Sunwoo and Younghoon by the arms. Chanhee had never seen Jaehyun more on edge in his life.

"It's getting late, isn't it? Don't you guys have to walk your dogs or something? It would be a shame if you keep your dogs waiting! Go, go!" He says as he pushes them all out of the door, Chanhee and Youngjae had no choice but to follow after their boyfriends after being ushered outside.

"Dogs? We don't even have any dogs-" Youngjae protests, standing in front of the doorway while Jaehyun is halfway through closing the door on them. Jaehyun glances to the side, gritting his teeth.

"Um, yes you do. It's time for you to go, goodbye stay safe mwah!"

SLAM!

The four of them stand in silence, staring at the carved out designs of the wooden door as they hear the lock click shut. "Did he just kick us out?" Younghoon asks, blinking dumbly at his boyfriend. Chanhee has half the mind to get the cue before he tugs Younghoon's sleeve and walks back home, Sunwoo and Youngjae following after.

"You guys probably took it too far. Juyeon did say Hyunjae likes to keep it private." He explains with a dejected sigh; the sky was only starting to dim as they tread the neighborhood.

Sunwoo and Youngjae part ways with them when they reach a gas station, saying Youngjae's parents will be picking them up there. Younghoon suggested they pass time at a nearby cafe as a short date, 6.30am is too early for them to be back in the dorms anyway.

Chanhee stares at the window and watches pink and orange hues of the skies turn into a deep blue; his mind going elsewhere as he ponders on his relationship with Jaehyun after all these years but he does not dwell on the thought for too long. Perhaps Jaehyun is different when it comes to his love interests. The dichotomy between friends and lovers is almost as stark as black and white after all.

"You know…" Chanhee starts, stirring his iced coffee with his straw. Younghoon hums, lips wrapped around his own straw and sipping diligently on his matcha flavored frappe. "I was wondering when we'll get to have sex too."

Younghoon chokes on his drink.

✷

Jaehyun's slim fingers linger on the doorknob while he leans his ear next to the door, making sure his friends had actually left before turning around to face his boyfriend, who was looking at him with a grin etched on his face. Jaehyun makes his way to Juyeon, still sitting on the floor, as a displeased scowl paints his otherwise soft features.

Juyeon shifts in his seat, ready to get up and wrap his arms around Jaehyun like he had been aching to do since the moment he got home. "Your friends are nice-"

"Down, boy."

Juyeon freezes in his tracks but he knows better than to disobey. He stops all attempts to make a move and stays on the floor. Right from the tone of Jaehyun's voice, it was obvious that he was upset. Juyeon keeps his head down.

"Glad that you still know your place after acting like a brat in front of everyone earlier." His demeanor had changed entirely, a complete 180 degree turn from who he was before and it sent a shiver down Juyeon's spine. "Still, I can't let you go without a punishment, can I?"

Juyeon wants to object, it was simply a bit of teasing but he remains silent and keeps his hands neatly placed on his lap. Jaehyun crouches down on one knee and the hand that grips Juyeon's collar almost startles his conscience out of his body from how tight he pulls against it. Juyeon could barely breathe, "Better strip and get into position, kitten. I expect you to stay in place once I come back."

And with that, Jaehyun lets go of Juyeon and retreats to their bedroom. He inhales shakily, chest heaving from the shock. Juyeon had never seen his boyfriend look this pissed at him though there was no denying that it was arousing.

Juyeon bites his lip in anticipation of what he could possibly do to him while he sheds himself of all of his clothing. He keeps the collar around his neck because knows how much Jaehyun likes it when he wears it.

He sits on his calves and keeps his posture, perched in the middle of the living room; the air is cold against his bare skin and he feels his hairs at the back of his neck stand on their ends, the only comfort he gets is the smooth material of the faux fur carpet underneath his legs.

Jaehyun takes his time in fetching god-knows-what in their bedroom, leaving Juyeon to guess what he could possibly take from their wide array of sex toys the longer he sits in the emptiness inside the walls of their apartment.

"There you are." A voice snaps him out of his reverie, his eyes glancing towards the source and he finds Jaehyun emerging from the doorway with lube, a leash, and a roll of bondage tape in his hands. Juyeon lets out a breath he didn't even know he was holding; he had half expected the other male to come out with all sorts of devices to torture him but he assumes Jaehyun might be more forgiving tonight.

Jaehyun stands in front of him, clasping the leash to the metal ring that lies at the center of his collar. His skin flushes, Juyeon is humbled into his position having Jaehyun loom over him. "The collar I bought for you suits you so well." He says smugly, the name tag with Jaehyun engraved on the silver has also found its place on the collar and it glimmers proudly like a medal.

Like this, Jaehyun could see all the hickeys he had left on Juyeon prior to this day, trailing from the dip of his collarbones all the way to his chest, dark and blooming blue and purple. What stands out more than the love bites against Juyeon's otherwise flawless skin, however, is the series of red stripes lathered all over his body. Jaehyun was pretty ruthless when it came to handling the belt and each mark still stings as painfully as it did the first time.

Jaehyun tugs on the leash, forcing Juyeon to look up at him. His gaze was anything but forgiving, his round almond eyes unrecognizable. "Tell me, Juyeon, who owns you?" A sweat breaks down his forehead and down the side of his cheek. Juyeon knows firsthand from the multiple welts he had received that Jaehyun expects nothing but obedience from him, so his shoulders slack and lose their tension.

"M- Master does, master owns me- ah!"

The older pulls him harshly by the leash and prompts him to crawl around the room, knees scraping the bare floor. It was hard to keep up with his wide strides, Juyeon pathetically fumbling on his limbs without any coordination whatsoever but Jaehyun finally situated himself on the sofa.

Juyeon is kneeling between the other male's open thighs, staring at the hand that palms Jaehyun's groin through the fabric of his shorts and watches as the material tents with his growing erection. His mouth waters, seeing the outline of his boyfriend's cock forming against his clothes that he could feel his own member twitching at the view.

"Do you want to touch me?" An enthusiastic nod. Jaehyun rewards him by tugging both his shorts and underwear down and letting his cock spring free of its restraints. It stands thick and erect, already dripping a few drops of precum that travels down its long length. Juyeon has to hold back a whine.

Jaehyun looks breathtaking from where Juyeon is kneeling, a hand around his girth while wearing his own sweater. His brown eyes are dark and filled with lust, sharp as they gaze down on him without any mercy. This is the Jaehyun no one else ever gets to see, not even his friends, not even Chanhee.

"Ah," Jaehyun clicks his tongue, "I don't think you deserve it though." The glide of his fingers along the veins of his cock is delicious and Juyeon watches it hungrily. Of course, Jaehyun had trained him well enough to want nothing but his cock inside his holes. Being denied of it elicits a needy whimper from the back of his throat.

Juyeon paws at Jaehyun's bare thigh, though softer than his own, it was still notably muscular for someone who barely goes to the gym. "I'll earn it, please,"

His other hand makes its way through Juyeon's dark locks, pulling his head forwards until his lips are mere inches away from Jaehyun's manhood. The boy thinks he might be drooling at this point, desire easily filling his senses like an overflowing dam. He could bring his tongue out, press it flat against the curve of his cock right now and suck him off like his life depended on it, but he refrains.

Jaehyun strikes him across the cheek, hard enough for it to sting as soon as it hits him. Juyeon's breath gets caught in his throat as he holds back a cry.

"Whose bitch are you, then?" He tilts his head to the side, voice monotonous with his expression unreadable. It urges Juyeon to do better, to be a good boy for him with the want to garner a better reaction out of his master.

"I-" he squeaks out, "I'm master's bitch."

He catches the lopsided smirk that comes after his response, smearing the wet head of his cock across Juyeon's lips and he's oh-so tempted to take it into his mouth. His bottom lip quivers with the unbearable need to do something.

Jaehyun pulls him up by the leash, Juyeon was sure it would leave angry red marks around his neck the following days. He shivers, knowing this is only the beginning. He is no longer sitting on his calves but Jaehyun prompts him to stay on his knees, his cock brushing against the center of his chest.

"So let me fuck your tits."

The male's brows furrow, perplexed yet his face burns redder at the idea. It was hard to wrap his head around what Jaehyun wants but the thought of him rubbing his dick on his body like he is nothing but an object makes his stomach churn. "But-... But I don't have any-"

Jaehyun grabs him by the jaw, gripping it tightly. Recall that there should be no room for complaints; what his master wants, Juyeon shall give. The older male spits on his face and Juyeon barely has enough time to shut his eyes before saliva lands on his cheek and a bit on his eyelash.

"You're my bitch, aren't you?" His heart is beating erratically, Juyeon wonders if Jaehyun could even feel it thrumming in his ribcage when he grinds his length against his sternum. "Squeeze 'em."

With trembling hands, Juyeon does exactly as told and squeezes his chest together until it makes a cleft tight enough for Jaehyun to fuck into. The other male hums in delight, the sound morphing into a groan as he finds a pace to move his hips to. Juyeon keeps his eyes closed, shame creeping into his body as Jaehyun treats him exactly like the bitch he is.

The lube feels cold when it drips all over his pecs and it makes the slide of Jaehyun's cock squelch obscenely. The glide is smoother when the older begins to piston hips with much more force and finesse.

The head of his cock occasionally touches Juyeon's lips and he dares himself to bring his tongue out. When it licks over the slit, Jaehyun lets out a groan and it encourages the boy to do more by letting his mouth envelop the head. He wills himself to look at his master, silently asking for affirmation but oh, Jaehyun is grunting lowly; he is so much into this than Juyeon initially thought.

Juyeon tries again, pushing his mouth further down the length but Jaehyun abruptly stops. "Enough."

Before he could even wonder what he could have done wrong, Juyeon is being pushed face down the wooden floorings and the sound of tape being ripped out echoes through the room. Jaehyun takes both of his arms behind his back and tapes them together, Juyeon could only move his fingers but they were as good as useless.

Jaehyun has his knee pressed against his back and that prevents Juyeon from even trying to move away (not like he would, Jaehyun can make him submit one way or another). "What color are you, kitten?"

Juyeon takes a few breaths, moving his head to the side so he could glance up at his lover. One of his hands is caressing the swell of his ass, goosebumps making their way to the course of his skin. He mewls, shaking his hips with need. "Green, sir."

"Good." Jaehyun lifts his knee but the younger male stays put. Face down and ass up is exactly where he belongs. Juyeon's hole clenches when he feels the blunt tip of his boyfriend's member tease along his rim. "I reckon you're still loose from yesterday?"

He is, Jaehyun had fucked him enough times that he could still feel his cock inside his walls, but that didn't mean that the stretch would be painless this time around. Jaehyun's member is large enough to have Juyeon crying just by the first thrust. All he could do is let out a small sound, because Jaehyun knows he could handle the pain; he is master's obedient fuck hole before anything else.

The older male pushes in, slowly but still overwhelming Juyeon's insides with how easily he fills him up. The boy is trembling by the time Jaehyun is fully sheathed inside, his own cock neglected and leaking between his legs but Juyeon is almost never touched right where he needs it. Fucktoys are only fucktoys, Juyeon is lucky enough to even be able to come with his master's cock alone.

"Such a nice little whore, letting me fuck your pussy whenever I want to." Jaehyun coos, his palm spread over the small of Juyeon's back while his free hand fishes for the handle of the leash once again. His hips are still, Juyeon's knees are aching and numbing the longer he stays in place but his walls accommodate the cock inside him like he was made for it.

Jaehyun only moves when he pulls and pulls on the leash, lifting Juyeon's upper body off the floor as the boy struggles to breathe with the collar restricting his airflow.

What Jaehyun does is not fuck into him, instead, he tugs Juyeon's body onto his length. Each time his cock is pushed deep inside him, the collar tightens around his throat and it makes Juyeon lightheaded the more he gasps for air. Only choked out sounds are ripped out of his throat.

"Hmngh— fu- fuck! God, oh god-," Juyeon keens, his torso and knees straining for being the only things that keep him upright and he cries from the brutal thrusting of Jaehyun's hips, his cock battering his insides as if they weren't abused a day before. He was still sensitive after yesterday and his pitiful cock twitches as it weeps with precum. Juyeon tries to blink the tears away but it was futile when they run hotly along his cheeks, moans and cries spilling from his mouth while Jaehyun fucks him like a rabid animal.

It makes him dizzy, a little bit drunk with how easily he would submit to the other. It makes him feel small and owned, exactly how he wants to be, with someone as dear and tender as Jaehyun rendering Juyeon into a brainless mess. Jaehyun grumbles through gritted teeth, biceps flexing from the force he exerts to make Juyeon sink further onto his length, the drag was rough and sloppy but the rawness of it makes him ecstatic. Jaehyun is stronger than most would think; if given the chance, he could even manhandle Juyeon like a simple ragdoll if he wanted.

Juyeon struggles against the binds, arms aching but they are bound tight and firm by the tapes. All Juyeon could do is be an open hole for Jaehyun to use. His insides stir, the other’s cock touches him in places that drive him absolutely mad. When it grazes his prostate, Juyeon lets out a hoarse shout that manages to reverberate through the entire room. “Master— master!!” Juyeon trembles, voice barely above a whisper when he tries to force his words out, calling for him weakly.

Jaehyun pulls him closer, clothed chest pressed flat against Juyeon’s sweaty back. “What is it, slut? Can’t handle a bit of cock?” Jaehyun laughs menacingly against Juyeon’s ear, pulling back and then thrusting once more just to hear him cry. “But isn’t this what you wanted, Juyeonie? Acting like you can just do whatever you want with your master in hopes that he would punish you and fuck you hard.”

Juyeon shakes his head, frantic but it is difficult to get a coherent word out when Jaehyun continues to abuse his prostate. He takes a bit of pity when the boy starts wheezing, loosening his grip on the leash and only holds on tight enough so Juyeon does not collapse to the floor. “I’m s- sorry… ungh, k- kitty is sh-orryy..”

Jaehyun purses his lips, his hand finds leverage on the younger’s waist. Jaehyun is obsessed with his waist because of how small it is and how easy it is to grab onto. His fingers trace over the faint finger-shaped bruises that were left on his skin, planning to add more when he digs his digits into the flesh. “Hmm, but you don’t seem sorry enough. Maybe you shouldn’t really come at all today.” Yet Jaehyun keeps thrusting his hips into the other at a moderate pace, fucking into Juyeon deep enough for him to feel the shape of his cock being engraved into his walls.

"No, please- wanna come… I'll do what m- my master wants-" Juyeon pleads and that seems to do the trick for Jaehyun. Handing himself on a silver platter, Jaehyun is bound to do sinister things.

He lets go of the leash in favor of getting both of his hands on Juyeon's nipples, twisting and tugging them hard enough to make the boy's cock jump in interest. "A- Ah- what—"

"Since you're my bitch, I'd like to see how many times you can come without me touching you." Juyeon could practically sob the moment Jaehyun's pace picks up in speed. His chest had been thoroughly violated by him, fucking his tits and now pinching them. "Look at your cute and tiny tits, all for me to touch and fondle."

He quakes like a leaf, his body is on fire and it sings every time Jaehyun bumps against his prostate or tugs his nipples a little too harshly. "What a fucking sissy," Juyeon breaks.

"Gonna come— gonna come-" His hole clenches impossibly tight around the girth and it urges Jaehyun to slow down or else he, too, would come soon enough. The older male proceeds to harass the reddened buds, bringing Juyeon into a shattering orgasm. His cock shoots ribbons of cum all over the floor, painting it with white as he reaches his climax with a call of his master's name.

Juyeon writhes, wanting to arch his back but also curl away from the fingers that circle around his nipples. All Jaehyun does is watch him with delight, "What part did you come with, Juyeonie?"

"M… My-" his tongue feels heavy on his mouth, still taking time to come back from his high. Jaehyun pinches both of his buds, too impatient to wait for Juyeon to even return to his senses. "Ah-! My- n.. nipples, sir! I came from my nipples-"

"Good girl. See? That wasn't so hard to do," the older male pulls out, turning Juyeon around so he lays on the floor though a bit awkwardly because his arms hinder his back from completely touching the wooden surface. Jaehyun smooths his palm over his lean stomach, feeling the muscles give under the pressure of his hand before he slides back home in one swift motion.

"Now, you'll have to come from your prostate." Jaehyun smiles at him, that sweet and tender smile everyone is used to but Juyeon cowers at the sight. A lewd moan spills from his lips when the other starts moving his hips erratically without any warning. He is terribly sensitive, his insides feel tingly and it tickles the ends of his spine in an odd way, Juyeon tries to wriggle away for a speck of relief.

Jaehyun is unamused, but it was cute to see the taller male struggle and squirm underneath him, not caring about his own spunk sticking to his skin the more he moves. He keeps Juyeon's legs spread, knees locked beside his hips and he watches the way the boy's cock bobs against his pelvis, throbbing at the stimulation that bullies its way into his walls.

Juyeon's spent cock springs to life when Jaehyun finds his prostate again, hardening at the constant prodding over the bundle of nerves. Juyeon weeps, turning his head to the side. His handsome face is utterly debauched, skin flushed and glistening with a mixture of sweat, tears, and spit. Unsightly, if you were to ask Jaehyun, but this is when he likes him best. Who would have thought that the harmless sweetheart could make the tall and strong male crumble so beautifully?

The older male fucks him in a steady rhythm, slowly letting his arousal build up until Juyeon is moaning and whimpering wantonly again. Jaehyun couldn't help but chuckle to himself, recalling Juyeon teasing him about being loud earlier yet here he is, wailing like a bitch in heat.

Jaehyun raises his hips but presses Juyeon down by the hip, "Look closely." He mutters, Juyeon could only blink and watch through wet lashes. Jaehyun drags his cock that feels like it was scraping the boy's insides. "Look at how deep I'm fucking you." Juyeon can actually see it, his stomach bulging each time the other pushes his cock into him and it presses right against his prostate- oh, Juyeon doesn't know what to do other than cry and arch his back lamely.

Despite being thoroughly abused, his velvety walls still hug Jaehyun's length warmly and envelop him better than any fleshlight would. Juyeon is perfect, just the perfect fucktoy he could shove his cock into. He goes especially tight when overstimulated, his cavern twitching upon every drag of his member, Jaehyun could burst at any second.

"Gonna come for me again, kitten?" It was no real question. Jaehyun gets to say when and if Juyeon gets to come every single time. "Coming just from your cunt getting fucked?" It always gets to Juyeon, makes his eyes shut tight from hearing those words, being treated like a girl when he is typically seen as masculine by the public.

"Who can fuck you like this, bitch?" Jaehyun drills his cock deeper inside him, deeper than he could even fathom; Juyeon swears he could feel his cock punching the back of his throat from how harshly he pistons his hips, he is sure that his ass would be bruised right after.

"M- Master! Uagh— only J- Jaehyun-hyung can fuck m- me!"

Juyeon doesn't know if he is imagining it but he feels something lightly graze his swollen cock, as nimble as Jaehyun's fingertips and that was enough to rip another orgasm out of him. His second climax hits harder than the previous albeit the amount of cum that spills from his poor member is significantly lesser; he tightens deliciously so and Jaehyun comes not long after, filling his already full cavity with his sperm and burying it deep inside him.

He looks like he had been fucked dumb at this point, body convulsing as Jaehyun pulls out and he is left dirtied on the cold wooden floorings. The older male watches Juyeon's lips open and close shut, as if wanting to say something but only shallow breaths come out. Jaehyun didn't even break a sweat even after making Juyeon bend to his will.

Though on any other day, he would lift Juyeon up and cradle him in his arms by now but Jaehyun was a devil in disguise, shown in the way there was no mercy in his eyes the second his foot touches Juyeon's limp dick.

Juyeon's eyes widened in shock, "No… no more- please," wriggling under the press of his sole. His member aches, still throbbing from coming twice in a row and here Jaehyun is again without any breaks.

"Color, baby." Jaehyun gives him time to respond, a few minutes to catch his breath. Though he does not move, he keeps the younger pinned to the floor. He looks like a mess, all splayed out on the ground, wet and sticky with his cum and with Jaehyun's own leaking out of his hole.

"...Green,"

He starts dragging his foot along the length, up and down, up and down. Jaehyun had foregone the lube when Juyeon's dick was so wet from how much precum it had let out. It was exhilarating to see Juyeon fall apart and so vulnerable under his ministrations, how his body seizes and tenses when the tips of Jaehyun's toes brush along the underside of his length.

"Too soon- ahh, hyung…" Juyeon whimpers weakly, eyes clouded and glossy with his own tears but all Jaehyun does is scoff and spit on his face once more. Juyeon is itching to get out of the tapes— despite his protests, his dick seems to betray him when it starts to harden upon the insistent pressing of his master's foot.

The boy's sweat makes his hair stick to his forehead and his facial features contort at the sensation. "Too soon? You only came twice. You're lucky your useless dick even gets the attention. I would've made you scream with just my fingers."

Like this, Jaehyun looms over him and overwhelms his entire being. He still has his sweatshirt on, engulfing his torso but Juyeon feels smaller than he has ever been with his boyfriend.

"You look so cute underneath me, Juyeonie. If only you could see yourself right now, you'd realize that you're the sweetest thing ever when it comes to sex." His hips stutter helplessly. Each syllable is uttered slowly, dripping with honey and wine, and it makes Juyeon dizzy.

He is so, so embarrassingly aroused. Jaehyun stroked his cock with his feet before, with his shoes, too, many, many times, but never like this alone where he is forcing an orgasm out of Juyeon who teeters right at the edge of his own resolve. Such simple praises can get to him so easily, seeping into his system and filling his mind, and all Juyeon wants to do is give Jaehyun what he wants.

But this isn't enough. Juyeon may be good but he is also a little greedy. Shakily, he brings his knees up, bending his legs and lifting his hips in search of petty friction. He gazes at the older male with a darling stare, unknowing if the pet is allowed to ask his master for more.

Jaehyun trails his foot downwards, dragging in an excruciatingly tedious motion, with the tip of his toes touching the base of his cock. Downwards, and downwards, towards his perineum and then against Juyeon's puffy rim. His thighs almost close in on each other, "O- Oh-... mgh, sir!?"

"How about we make a deal?" His master leans forward, his foot swirls against Juyeon's hole and it clenches instinctively despite being ruined with cum. "I'll help you come, finger you and even touch your dick. But in exchange…" Jaehyun is now at eye level with Juyeon, a hand gripping his jaw tightly solely to make sure he would get his words through.

"You'll have to wear my clothes for a week."

It sounds easy. It should be, but there is no way he could go outside in lace trimmed blouses and frilly shorts. Juyeon is lanky, limbs a bit too long for his body and his muscles are sinewy. When he feels Jaehyun's fingers ghost over his length and his hole, his current desperation makes no room for negotiation and Juyeon is left nodding before he could even think of the consequences.

"Good girl." Jaehyun plunges two of his digits into the loose rim, squelching obnoxiously with the spunk that spills out of Juyeon; his body caves in when the heat of the other's palm wraps over his girth. Jaehyun knows his body better than himself and it takes only two thrusts for him to find Juyeon's prostate.

He squeezes his legs together, thankfully Jaehyun lets him. The sensation is just as overwhelming as it is rewarding, heat pools at the pit of his stomach so quickly. It was evident with how much Juyeon thrashes and convulses in his position, wailing under Jaehyun's skilled fingertips.

"Close already?" Juyeon nods, frantic. Jaehyun digs his thumb against the slit of his cock, his head is particularly sensitive and it renders Juyeon into a pile of mush. The older male angles his fingers, crooking them upwards and fiddles with the swollen prostate. Juyeon could not even tell if he is allowed to come yet.

"Plea- ase?" He tries, voice cracking and breaking into a lewd moan. Jaehyun is relentless, stroking his cock in time with his thrusts and all that changes is the build in momentum. Juyeon's toes curl and uncurl, "I- I've been good."

Jaehyun stills his fingers, pressing them firmly against the bundle of nerves right when he whispers, go ahead, baby, and Juyeon finally lets himself go. He comes with a broken cry of Jaehyun's name, emptying what was left in his cock and dirtying his master's fingers in white substance.

He lets Juyeon ride out his high, slowly fisting his cock until he tries to move away from his hands. "Ngghh..."

"Shh, it's okay, love. I got you," Jaehyun kisses the side of Juyeon's head as he retracts his fingers as gently as possible. He helps the younger male sit up, arms supporting his weight as Jaehyun cuts the tape.

"Did so well for me, honey," he whispers, cradling Juyeon in his embrace while he massages the boy's forearms to get his blood flowing properly. Juyeon sniffles, too tired to even move but he still hums in acknowledgment. He takes Juyeon to lay on the long couch, rubbing ointment on the harsh marks that he had left on his body. Jaehyun is back to being soft and kind, "Wanna take a bath?"

No response. His boyfriend is already fast asleep, Jaehyun gives him one quick peck on his forehead before getting up and cleaning everything, deciding that he should let Juyeon sleep for a while. He changes into more comfortable clothes, even though Juyeon's sweater had been the most comforting, he has sweated a great amount through the material and opts for a plain white tee and loose joggers instead.

Right when Jaehyun is about to throw the used tape and tissues to the bin outside, he is greeted by two people trying to tiptoe away from his doorstep.

"Chanhee? Younghoon?"

The two freeze in their tracks like deers in headlights, slowly turning their heads to face Jaehyun with cheeks evidently red even in the evening. "Why are you two still here?"

Younghoon smiles tightly, dismissively waving his hand, "Well, Chanhee left his jacket-"

"But! We're just about to leave actually!" Chanhee butts in, already trying to pull Younghoon away but Jaehyun isn't buying any of it. He casually throws the trash into the bin and turns to the couple with an unimpressed look.

"Okay, how much did you hear?" Jaehyun crosses his arms and the two bow their heads in defeat. He could see how red the tips of Younghoon's ears are but he has to admit, Jaehyun himself can feel his own cheeks heating at the fact that his best friends must have heard them in the act.

Chanhee scratches his temple, "More than enough…" and Jaehyun sighs in exasperation, pinching the bridge of his nose. Chanhee is the last person Jaehyun would want to find out about what he and Juyeon do. Well, it is what it is.

Jaehyun brings both of his hands to hold each of their shoulders. The two lift their heads up to look at him and Jaehyun gives them a forgiving smile, "Let's keep it a secret."

EXTRA:

"Do I really have to wear this?" It was just Juyeon's head that peeks out of the bedroom door, eyeing Jaehyun with a worried look. The older male is sitting comfortably in the living room wearing Juyeon's clothes. He has to admit that his boyfriend looks undeniably hot in leather and studs, sat with his legs apart and he can see the way his thighs bulge against the tight fabric of his pants.

He had promised to wear Juyeon's clothes too since the younger had insisted he wanted to see how he would look. He originally thought Jaehyun would be cute like before, with his large sweater becoming oversized on his boyfriend's figure and practically swallowing his body. But Juyeon realizes that maybe Jaehyun really had this sort of appeal, he could be sexy and intimidating if he wanted to.

"A deal is a deal, princess." Jaehyun laughs smugly, slowly approaching Juyeon who simply wants to scurry away and hide. Thankfully, he stops midway, digging his hands into his pockets instead of prying Juyeon out of the bedroom, "Or do I have to show you who's in charge again?"

His limbs still ache from the last time, knees bruised and Juyeon thinks there is no way his dick can handle any more torturing, so he sucks in a breath and steps out of the room.

Standing before Jaehyun is Juyeon, wearing a light pink polo with floral embroideries tucked into high waisted white shorts that perfectly accentuate his thin midriff. The shorts are enough to cover Jaehyun's legs but Juyeon's are long like that of a model's and the hem falls in the middle of his milky thighs.

When the older male's eyes scan further downwards, he finds that Juyeon also wore his knee high socks. Jaehyun himself barely even wears those socks because they are a pain to put on whenever he rushes late for classes. They had a tiny bow at the top and Jaehyun had never wanted to destroy a piece of garment more in his life.

Jaehyun is utterly gobsmacked at the sight. Juyeon has his hair down, fiddling with his fingers and shifting his weight from one foot to another. It was a tell that he was nervous but his shyness definitely makes him want to devour Juyeon whole.

The younger male worries his bottom lip between his teeth, turning his head away from the other as it blooms a pretty shade of red, "I look ridiculous, don't I?"

Jaehyun takes a pregnant pause— he finds a silk ribbon tied around Juyeon's neck and that was all it took for him to give in.

"Hm, I changed my mind. Maybe I do want to fuck you," Jaehyun declares and tackles Juyeon to the floor.