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Chan stares at the unfolding scene in front of him, the glass of whiskey neat on his table already condensing and dripping at the edges and onto the table. The music is lower than it was before, some 2000's jam that Chan can't recall. There's friendly chatter all around but he doesn't even hear it. He tugs at the seams of the hem of his dark red plaid shirt, the threads unravelling with each pull.
Changbin is sat at the bar counter talking lively with a bigger male, sharp jaws, dark blue hair, bulky belt. Straight out of a fucking omega verse manhwa, possibly alpha or even enigma. There's smoky eye shadow at the edges of his eyes, his brows are pinched together in interest and his pink-glossed lips pucker into a v-shaped smile at something the man said. The man says another thing which makes Changbin cover his face in shyness but Chan knows he isn't really affected by it. One, Changbin was almost never shy. And two, when he was, the tip his ears reddened and he never stood still, either shifting his weight from one leg to another or one of his legs jostled up and down.
Changbin is dressed, very pretty. Pink and black was the theme today. His striped pink and black choker matched his hair that curled at the edges that fell over his fore head, he had on a black leather jacket with a dark pink top and a black jean skirt that was a bit short, showing off his thick thighs that were clad in fishnet leggings. His nails were painted black, and it shone under the bar lights when he playfully patted at the man's chest. He could make a straight man rethink his choices. Chan would never tell anyone, but Changbin, plus a handful of people, was his bi awakening.
Once he saw Changbin do a one over with his eyes on the man's figure, he knew he wouldn't be sleeping well that night. Chan sighs before taking the glass and downing the remaining of the alcohol in one go, wincing at the burn down his throat. He pick up his phone and texts Changbin.
Daddy wolf: Target acquired?
He sees Changbin's phone light up before he excuses himself before answering. The male seemed to have no problem with staying quiet, and undressing Changbin with his eyes.
Bin-Bin~: Safely acquired and ready for extraction and transport. :)
Daddy wolf: Am I safe tonight?
Bin-Bin~: He looks vocal, I'm not sure. Will you sleep over at Sungie's?
Daddy wolf: And risk getting invited into a threesome? No, thanks. Can I borrow your noise-cancelling headphones though?
Bin-Bin~: Lol. Sure hyung. I can just let him off and we can watch a movie together if you're uncomfortable...
Daddy wolf: Nah, you haven't slept with anyone in a week, I need you alive so go replenish your sex-life bars.
Bin-Bin~: You make me sound like a sex deviant.
Daddy wolf: Do I stand to be corrected?
He sees Changbin roll his eyes.
Bin-Bin~: ...no.
Daddy wolf: Just don't break anything and no sex in anywhere but your room. That includes, but not limited to, my room.
Chan shivers at the distinct memory of when Changbin and some random guy barged into his room by mistake, thinking that Chan was sleeping over at someone's place, Changbin had just pushed the man on the bed before climbing on him when Chan screamed at the sudden weight on his body. Safe to say, he would be traumatized for a long time.
Bin-Bin~: That was one time!
But by then, the male was already tired of seeing Changbin smile comically at his phone, which Changbin notices and tucks his phone back into his pocket.
They talk some more before Changbin leaves with the guy out of the bar. Chan sighs, idles away on his phone for about 20 minutes before standing up, paying and leaving.
He enters the key code to the apartment he and Changbin shared and enters. As he's removing his shoes, he hears a moan coming from Changbin's room and he winces in regret, Changbin's noise cancelling head phones were still in his room and he couldn't get it now. Maybe he should've stayed with Jisung.
The noises go on from when he finishes his night skin care, to when he plays some games on his laptop, to when he's tucked in bed. He sleeps around 2am that night.
"Hey hyung!"
Chan walks out of his room, yawning and stretching his limbs. His eyes are still groggy and his limbs are heavy. His hair looks like a bird's nest. He feels and looks awful. Changbin, however is quite the opposite. His makeup has been cleaned and his puffy cheeks stand out unabashedly. His hair is slightly ruffled but elegant compared to Chan's. He's wearing a baby pink baggy t-shirt that falls at his right shoulder, exposing his collar bone, and black silk shorts that was almost covered by the t-shirt. He's sipping coffee while munching on some toasts. And he reeks of afterglow.
Chan feels like a goblin.
Changbin notices this as Chan grunts in response before pouring himself some water. He smirks and sips his coffee, eyes glinting with mischief, his signature look.
"Slept well?"
"Fuck you."
He laughs as Chan frowns, but somehow, the weird laughter he has that sounded like fucking syllables, made him somewhat... cute?
"I told you to go to Jisung's though."
"My mistake."
"A very big one, it seems."
"We're on night shift, right?"
Changbin and Chan worked at a luxurious 24/7 restaurant as waiters, and entertainers when it deemed well. It paid really well and the tips were the icing on the cake.
"Yup. Although, I've got too much energy right now so I might hit the gym."
"Glad one of us feels peachy.
"Try getting laid, saves lives."
"Hard pass. I'm going back to bed."
He drops the cup and trudges back to his room, in hopes of regaining some strength for the tedious night that awaited them. He drags the blanket over his head to block the sunlight and immediately drifts off to sleep.
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"Hyung."
They are on the train to Seoul, where the restaurant was located, and they've just been idling around on their phones and showing each other stupid Youtube videos.
"Yeah?"
"I've been working on this new beat and I was wondering if you wanted to hear it?"
Changbin's right leg is bouncing up and down on the spot and if it weren't for the hair falling over his ears, he would see the slight tint. Changbin was never comfortable showing people his creations, his parents had given him a very hard time and were always criticizing his hobby (among other things), which led him to just hiding it. Chan had made it clear he could be comfortable with showing him anything, he would never judge, but Changbin never seemed to grow out of the habit. To make him feel at ease, Chan smiles and accepts the headphones extended to him.
"I would love to."
He puts it on his head, the pouches are a little bit warm, and suddenly his ear drums are filled with steady drum beats and low bass, very unlike what he was used to. No wonder he seemed shy, it was new territory. But he likes it, it was very pleasing to the ears, softer, more likely to induce someone to a peaceful rest. Changbin looks at him with expectation in his eyes.
"It's not what you're used to but-"
"But it's great either ways, I didn't know you were that dual."
"I wanted to try something new."
"Well, I like it. Send me the file, maybe I could add a few touches to it, and forward it to Sungie, if you'd like of course."
"Why not?"
Changbin smiles and Chan feels very pleased with himself. He doesn't know why but who cares?
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"You're on, guys. I need a maximum of 30 hours of sleep, every time I close my eyes, I hear snooty laughter and clinks of glass and it's driving me crazy."
Wooyoung, one of their colleagues, handed them both their uniforms at the Staff Only room, iron pressed and neat to perfection. There are eye bags under his eye and he looks a second away from pulling his hair out.
"You should get San to give you a massage, he'd be happy to help." Changbin quips as he collects it.
"Don't listen to him, by massage, he means stress fucking." Chan rolls his eyes.
"Works either way, no?"
Chan scoffs as Wooyoung snickers before grabbing his backpack and leaving the premises, already on the phone with San.
The restaurant is not quite filled yet, it was basically just late night customers: the occasional husband and wife, or husband and mistress and vice-versa, or young idols on a date away from prying eyes and cameras, the usual. He and Changbin don't talk for a while, just passing each other with trays of food in their arms and the silent nods.
Chan was just coming out with another person's order when he spots Changbin over at the table next to the glass wall. He would've looked away but then he saw Changbin frown as the man swipes a hand over his, almost like he was caressing his skin. He tries to leave with a polite fake smile, but the man drags him back with a strong grip. God, he hated rich people who had the self-praising thoughts that they could have anybody they wanted because of their status.
"Any problem here?"
Chan approaches them with a fake smile on his face, his fists clenching and unclenching behind his back.
"No, this young man and I here were just having a friendly conversation."
"He has work to attend to, I'm afraid to say. He's always free after work hours, though."
"That wouldn't be necessary-"
"Uh, yes it would. I could lose my job." Changbin adds.
"I'm someone very respectable here, I'm sure your manager would have no problem with this, would you kindly step away?"
His grip was still tightly held around Changbin's wrist and Chan hated it.
He's just about to start cursing the man out when Changbin spoke up.
"Chan, that's okay. You may leave, I'll talk to our customer here until he feels it is enough."
"Fine."
He leaves the scene without looking back, enters the staff bathroom and punches the walls for a while until he could get out the mental image of the man's despicable hands on Changbin's pretty body.
"You looked mad back there."
They are on their break, and eating ham sandwiches that Changbin had prepared before they left. There's no one else there and the only constant sounds are the chewing and the faint buzz from the bulb on the ceiling.
"He was looking at you wrongly." Chan manages to mutter between each bites.
"Chan, almost everyone I meet looks at me wrongly, we both know that."
"It doesn't make it any less wrong."
"Aren't you a feisty little one?" Changbin coos as he reaches over the table separating them and pinches Chan's cheeks.
"Stop that."
He swats Changbin's hands away and they resume eating. The silence isn't awkward, nothing was ever really awkward with Changbin, they just clicked that much.
"You know, he offered to pay me if I slept with him. Even with the fact that I had served him and his wife last week."
"That's disgusting."
"Tsk, tell me about it."
"Should've punched him when I had the chance."
"No thank you, you're the only person here I'm truly close to."
"Well now that you say that, I guess I'll keep my fists to myself a little longer."
"Good boy."
Oh... That's...
"Ew."
Laugher erupts between the two before silence calms it down. It stays that way until Changbin speaks up again.
"Just so you know, I would never have slept with that piece of trash."
It comes out suddenly and Chan doesn't know what to do with that new piece of information, so he just hums in response and passes Changbin a bottle of water. He wasn't in that position in Changbin's life where Changbin had to assure him sex wasn't happening. But that doesn't mean it didn't make him feel better.
Changbin gets up after throwing the plastic wrapper into the trash bin nearby, then walks over to Chan and pecks his hair while his focus is on the video playing on his phone.
"I'll start work early, you can stay and finish up, Channie."
And then he's off and Chan's face is on fire. Curse Changbin for being so affectionate with his friends.
-
Changbin has a love-hate relationship with horror movies.
That's the conclusion Chan decided on since Changbin had ordered Movie Night and the said movie was some new horror film that the internet kept raving about. He should really teach Changbin about peer pressure one of these days because this was the 3rd time in 20 minutes that Changbin had spilled popcorn on the chair at every jump scare. The same Changbin who had assured Chan that he would handle it like an adult, since almost everything was CGI. He has to credit the movie crew and actors though, he'd jumped a few times too, though it was nothing compared to Changbin's screams.
By the time the movie is done, Changbin's face is pale and he almost looked scared to go back to bed. When Chan asked him about it, he just laughed it off and went to his room after taking a shower and saying goodnight.
Chan was just dozing off when a knock on his door woke him up.
"Come in." He says loud enough with a knowing grin on his face when the door clicks and opens, and Changbin comes in with his stuffed, worn-out, teddy that he'd had since he was 7.
"What is it, Bin?" He feigns ignorance.
"I- I was uh... Well- C-can I stay with you tonight, hyung?" He stammers out, holding the teddy closer by the time he's done. And Chan? He's gotten a terrible, fatal case of cuteness aggression.
And he's also very gay for the man standing at his door.
He sits up on his elbows, his eyes trailing over Changbin's figure. He's pink tonight, pink shorts with bow ties at the hems, a hello kitty night top and his hair is frizzy and so fucking cute. Chan needs help.
"Why?"
"Well, um." Chan does not need the lights to know that Changbin was blushing. "The movie... well-"
"Aww, is Binnie scared?" He coos.
"Hyung!"
"Sure, you can stay with me. No zombie huntsman spider will get you in my room."
"Shut up." He manages to say, without any venom in his tone.
Chan scoots over for him to make space as Changbin walks over to his bed and lies next to him, facing the other way. Thankfully, his blanket is big enough for both of them to share.
He's hesitant to touch Changbin, not wanting to make him uncomfortable, but then Changbin shifts closer until his back is flushed against Chan's.
"I wanna be the little spoon, is that okay?"
Chan smiles, Changbin didn't need to ask him that, anything would be okay. "Sure, can I hold you?"
"Yeah."
He drapes a hand over Changbin's waist and his leg in between Changbin's just a bit. Changbin grabs his hand and intertwines it with his own on top of his stomach.
And maybe Chan was stupid, and lovesick, but just as he's closing his eyes, he can't help imagining that him and Changbin were already together and could do so much more than just cuddling after a scary movie. But this was fine too.
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Chan wakes up to some slight movement. At first he think he's still dreaming, but then a soft whimper fully pulls him out of it. Changbin was rutting against the leg in between his thighs. How his leg got even higher, Chan did not know. But what Chan knew was that he could feel something hard on his leg too. Fuck, Changbin was humping his leg.
He should've stopped him, told him off or something. But Chan pretends that he's still sleeping, shifts a little bit until his leg was even higher which makes Changbin let out an even louder whine, barely stuffed by his teddy.
He just hopes Changbin can't feel that he's getting hard too.
"F-fuck, hyung." Changbin whimpers out, again, still barely muffled by his teddy bear.
He ruts after until he freezes and shudders, before slumping on the bed with loud gasps, and Chan knows he had just came. Unfortunately, Changbin slowly slips out of his bed, much to Chan's dismay and leaves the room, closing the door behind him quietly.
But that meant he had enough privacy to get off on whatever that was. And he finishes embarrassingly fast, Changbin's name spilling out of his lips as he comes on his hand, wishing it was Changbin's lips.
He needs some professional help or else he's going to run mad with how Changbin kept driving him crazy.
After discarding his dirty boxer and putting on a new one, he goes outside his room to see Changbin drinking coffee while leaning on the kitchen counter. As soon as Changbin spots him, he stands straight too quickly and soon starts shifting his weight from one leg to another.
Fuck, he's cute.
"Morning." He greets as he gets his own mug and pours some coffee into it.
"Morning hyung."
"How did you sleep?" He asks as he takes in Changbin's now disheveled figure and pushes away the thought of bending him over the counter and ravishing him even more.
"Um good. You?"
"Yeah, I slept well."
"Nothing woke you up?"
"Well, apart from the constant memes from Felix, nothing really."
Changbin lets out a sigh and Chan pretends not to hear it. "Good. I mean good because you really need to catch up on your rest."
"Yeah."
"I'll go shower now."
"Okay."
"Okay."
And with that Changbin, leaves and Chan also comes to the conclusion that he's down bad for his bestfriend.
-
Why Chan kept doing this, he didn't know.
By 'this', that means existing as Changbin flirts with another guy at another bar and he's left to suffer in silence. He was given many opportunities to decline, so in conclusion, he's very stupid.
But then Changbin leaves the guy, after pouring his drink on his obviously expensive shirt and flipping him off. He plops on the seat next to Chan and downs his drink, to which Chan wasn't even keen on drinking in the first place.
"What happened?"
"The guy's a dick."
"Isn't that what you're looking for?"
"Ha Ha, very funny." Changbin dead pans.
"Want to go home?"
"Yes please."
"Let's go then."
They walk out of the bar and Chan is grateful Changbin didn't find someone today.
"Hyung, I don't think I was going to sleep with anyone today." Changbin confesses.
"Hm? Why?"
"I don't know, it just all seems dumb now, I wanna settle down."
"Who are you and what did you do to Changbin?" Chan jokes.
"Shut up."
"Sorry."
"But seriously, though. Plus, there's someone I've been having my eyes on recently."
"Who?"
"Someone, he works at the restaurant too."
And Chan can count fifty guys who work at that restaurant that might as well be models. And he hates himself for even thinking it was him. But he wants to be happy for his friend.
"I hope you guys make it."
"I hope so too." Changbin sighs.
The rest of the walk is in silence, and Chan does not cry in his bed that night.
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"Hyungs!"
Jisung hugs them both as they enter the apartment. The place is cozy and three cats loiter around lazily. Minho is in the kitchen making his specialty fried rice and tiramisu cakes for the four of them to eat for dinner. Since Chan and Changbin had the night off, they decided to hang over at Minho and Jisung's place.
The hug is tight and Chan can smell two colognes at once, but he recognizes Changbin's almost immediately. Then Jisung drags them both to the living room before showing them the ring on his finger which shone under the blue LED lights Chan had helped them install last month.
"It's beautiful, isn't it?"
They're both so proud of Jisung. He was like their little son, their perfect addition. He'd come a very long and painful way, from getting kicked out by his parents for being gay at the ripe age of 18, to almost being homeless if Chan and Changbin hadn't picked him up and allowed him to stay at theirs, even though they were total strangers, to meeting Minho, an aspiring law student, in the café where he worked to sponsor his education, having to struggle with his mental issues and forced internalized homophobia, refusing to accept who he truly was because of the trauma, to fighting through it with the help of therapy, friends and drunk confessions and getting engaged to Minho.
"Very pretty, Sungie. Very pretty." Chan pats his hair as he looked at them back with wide, wet eyes.
"I- I just can't believe it, you know? I never even thought I would make it past 20."
"We know, and we're proud of the amazing, yes flawed, but amazing person you are now." Changbin hugs him again and lets him cry on his shoulder for a while.
"Thank you guys, you've helped me so much."
"We're just happy you're okay. Tell me, how did he propose?" Changbin asks.
Jisung smiles and blushes as he wipes the last of his tears with a smile on his face. "That pabo, he forgot the ring he was supposed to take during our one week vacation and we had to make do with pink and green rubber bands we'd bought from a store."
"I can hear you guys shaming me by the way!" Minho calls out from the kitchen which causes them to laugh.
"And when we got back, Soonie had a stomach problem and we had to take her to the vet and it turned out..."
"No..."
"No fucking way, she-"
"Swallowed the ring by mistake, it had fallen from Minho's pocket. Which meant she had to barf it out and we had to watch."
"Fucking hell!" Changbin throws his head back and laughs with all his might.
"We got it so cleaned that it shone when the lights were out. It was so funny."
"Oh god, this is such blackmail material."
"Okay, get out of our house, I will not accept this shame."
Minho comes back with a scowl on his face even though he hugs Changbin and Chan, patting both their butts.
"But we're so hungry, hyung." Changbin's lower lip juts out in mock begging and he unfortunately gets dragged into the kitchen to help Minho 'prepare his brains for the rice' to add flavor.
Jisung sits back next to Chan with a knowing smirk on his face.
"So, when are you going to tell him?"
He should've seen this coming.
"Tell him what?"
"That you have a big fat crush on him and every time you see him with someone else, you're about to lose your mind, and it makes you feel so insecure about yourself with the ringing thought that he was just going to see you as someone he could just get laid with. That sums up most of it, no?"
"He likes someone else."
"How are you so sure?"
"He told me."
"Damn, that sucks. You should still tell him though."
"Nah."
"Pussy."
"Fuck you."
"Can't hyung, I'm taken," He shows off the ring on his finger. "Should've done that when I had a crush on you back when I was staying with you and Binnie."
"Want me to tell Minho that?"
"God no. My ass is still sore."
"Good, then shut up."
"Okay~" He sing-songs.
"I think Minho should be banned from proposing." Changbin says as they laugh over Minho's misfortunes. "Sorry Sungie, guess you're stuck with this one forever."
"I guess, but I don't think I'll have it any other way." Jisung says as he gives Minho heart eyes from across the table which makes Chan and Changbin fake barf.
They're already eating dinner and catching up on things, Minho had just recently joined an important law firm, Jisung has a gig coming up for a very respectable club and everything was going smoothly.
"So, Chan, when are you going to ask him out?" Jisung asks, in the middle of everyone.
All eyes are on him almost immediately and Chan is tempted to strangling Jisung that instant as he almost chokes on his wine.
"What? Hyung? Likes someone?" Changbin has a weird look on his face, somewhat like bewilderment and... distaste?
"Oh, no, it's nothing." Chan tries to diverge.
"But it isn't just nothing though, Chan's been eating my ear off about him." Jisung smirks.
"Jisung shut up."
"You never told me that, hyung." Changbin says, his eye brows pinched together.
"I- I just didn't want to bother you." Chan replies and sends scathing glares at Jisung's direction.
The rest of the dinner is in silence, and Chan just can't help but notice that Changbin was quiet. Which was odd because Changbin was almost never quiet unless something bothered him.
"Thanks for having us for dinner." Chan says as they start putting on their shoes, ready to leave.
"No problem. Come back any time, hopefully next 15 years." Minho replies.
Jisung drags him to the side and whispers to him. "Take the chance now, hyung."
Chan just scoffs and hugs Jisung and Minho and then leaves with Changbin who was still a bit too quiet.
They started walking back home, the moon just starting to rise. Chan can't seem to find something to talk about, so instead he just focuses on the way his breath puffs out in white vapor due to the chill of the night.
There's not much sound anywhere else, the occasional barking of nearby dogs, crickets, passing cars and their footsteps. Until Changbin speaks up.
"So... you like someone, huh?"
Chan bites the inside of his cheek before answering. "Yeah."
"How long?"
That question, Chan can't even answer. When did he start liking Changbin? When he first met him at a first year mixer in his black oversized hoodie and so-called 'darkeu personality' or when they first went to the gym together, realizing that they both liked working out, or when Changbin first got laid with Chan being his number one supporter, or when Chan had his heart broken by a senior and Changbin cuddled with him through the whole night, or many more highs and lows and midpoints that Changbin had gone through with him. So he answers as truthfully as he can.
"I'm not sure."
"Oh okay... why didn't you tell me?"
"You... kind of know the person very well." Why Chan was not getting straight to the point was, he himself didn't know.
"Oh? But you know me, hyung. I would never intrude in what's your business just because I know the person."
"No, it's not that." Chan sighs.
"Not that? Have I slept with the person before? You should've told me, then."
"Well, if you consider masturbating as sleeping with yourself then..." Chan mutters under his breath, with Changbin not hearing him.
"Chan..." Changbin whines.
"I can't."
"Chan..."
"Stop that."
"Chan-
"Just drop it already! For all I know, you'll just end up fucking me and then leaving to get another toy to play with. You've been good at that, no?"
And Chan grimaces as soon as the words left his mouth, practically calling Changbin a slut. He didn't think of Changbin that way, so why did he even say that? Did Changbin hear him? Of course he did.
And Changbin certainly did. Chan notices that Changbin had stopped walking and was now glued to the pavement with his mouth gaped open a little bit.
"W-what?"
Chan had always thought Changbin looked cute like that, dumbfounded and too stunned to speak. But he just can't bring himself to coo at it now. Especially when you know rejection was inevitable.
"Shit, Changbin, I'm so sorry, I didn't mean that."
"Chan... do you think of me as a whore?" The look on Changbin's face breaks his heart.
"Never, I just..."
"You just what?"
"I'll go ahead, we're almost home."
And with that, he starts walking ahead of Changbin, not willing to look him in the eye, he could feel his nose clogging up and his throat tightening.
As soon as he enters the apartment, he enters his room and hides his head under his pillow to block the sound of Changbin knocking on his door. After a few minutes of that, he texts Jihyo, their manager, asking her for day shifts which she agrees to. Changbin and Chan always did night shifts since they were more on the nocturnal side, but now, he can't seem to handle the sight of Changbin knowing fully well that he now knew about it.
He sheds off his clothes and goes to sleep with unshed tears in his eyes.
He wakes up at 6 in the morning, and he hates it. This was usually the time he went to sleep. After brushing his teeth, and taking a well needed shower, he takes his bag and leaves the house quietly, thankful that Changbin wasn't informed about the change of shifts.
As he enters the restaurant, he immediately wants to start crying, the place has twice the amount of people during the day. He spots Wooyoung, who looks surprised and confused too see him there. He apologizes to the nearest waiter who looked a bit mad to have a fellow colleague leave during a busy hour and drags Wooyoung to the kitchen.
"What are you doing here? You always do night."
"Yeah, about that, well, I'm doing day shifts from now on."
"What happened?"
"Uh, something came up between me and Changbin."
"Oh? Did you guys fight?"
"No. Yes. Maybe?"
"You finally confessed you had a crush on him?"
Chan did not see that coming. Did everyone know? Was he that obvious?
"What? Did you think I was blind? You practically look at him like he's a million dollar lottery."
"That's not true... I think?"
"Well, you must be really bad at thinking. Even the janitor knows. And he's half blind."
"Okay, okay. The thing is I told him and I know he's going to reject me and then be all weird around me so I want to save him and me the trouble."
Wooyoung sighs and rolls his eyes. "Did he say that?"
"He doesn't need to say that. I'm just trying to make this easier for the both of us."
"Why?"
"I may have indirectly called him a slut, even though I didn't even mean it."
"You are really stupid, Chan."
"What?"
"That's like the worst thing you tell someone, especially a good person like Changbin, and now you're running away from your actions."
"I know..."
"You messed up big time."
"Just please don't tell Changbin."
"He's going to find out sooner or later, Chan."
"I know. Just, please."
Wooyoung squints his eyes at him for a minute before sighing and nodding his head in answer.
"Thank you. I'll go change at the back."
As he clocks out during the evening, he can feel a dull ache at the back of his head and his hip, and his stomach was empty since he hadn't eaten since yesterday. He's just walking out of the restaurant with Wooyoung when Changbin comes into view, with his own backpack and his headphones on the neck. His expression is almost lifeless, hair unruly and dark eye bags becoming prominent. At least until he sees Chan, because he somehow seems to lighten up a bit, before he dims down too.
"Chan?"
"Hey..."
"W-what are you doing here? I've been calling you."
"Uh. I just finished my shift. I forgot to charge my phone."
"Shift?"
"Um, yeah, I'm on day shift now."
"Why?"
"I..." Chan really doesn't know what to say, you can't expect him to tell his best friend that he was avoiding him because he confessed his feelings to him and at the same time, insulted him.
"Never mind. I'll go inside now."
And Changbin passes through the small space between Chan and Wooyoung and enters the restaurant.
"Hey, Chan-"
"Don't. Please."
He ignores Wooyoung's empathetic looks and heads to the train station. He plays Changbin's new beat on repeat, because he's down bad.
Ever since the change of shifts, their schedules weren't aligned anymore. When Changbin was going to bed, Chan was leaving to work. When Chan was ready to sleep, Changbin was packing his backpack and heading to the train station. Until Jisung invites them for a night out without Minho.
At first, Chan wanted to decline, but when Jisung threatened to ban him from his upcoming wedding, he sighed and agreed with a frowning emoji next to his text. Jisung already knows things have been strained between Chan and Changbin and Chan can only anticipate how weird the outing was going to be. Mostly because Changbin and him haven't had a proper discussion in almost 2 weeks. And it had drained Chan more than he thought it would.
"Changbin and I are already at the bar."
Chan is just entering the train while he's on the phone with Jisung. He'd already changed into something slightly better than his original outfit this morning. He was supposed to have an off day today, but Changbin was going to be at home and he just couldn't.
The street to the bar is a very familiar one, since he, Changbin and Jisung have been going there since college. Yet, he can't help the dreadful pit that forms in his guts at the thought of facing Changbin's gaze.
By the time he makes it, the sun is setting and the streetlights and neon signs illuminated the area. He enters the bar where they were supposed to meet up and immediately spots Changbin. His eyes were tired-looking and his black hoodie was too big for his body. His lips were pulled in a tight line that Chan winced at. If this was a normal day, Changbin would yell Chan's name as he barreled through the crowd to pull him into a bear hug.
He sighs and walks towards them, drops his backpack on the booth seat and slides next to it. There are already drinks on the table but they almost looked untouched.
"Hi hyung." Jisung greets.
"Hey Jisung. How's it been?"
"Cool cool. You?"
"Okay."
He hears the faint sound of Changbin scoffing.
"Good, let's get straight to business."
"What?"
"Chan apologize for calling Changbin promiscuous."
As if Chan, hadn't been trying to do that for a long time. "I'm sorry Changbin. I truly am."
"Then why did you say that, hyung?"
Changbin's voice was soft and almost scared and it broke Chan's heart. But he had to do this, even if it was to save the meagre remains of his friendship.
"I- I like you Changbin. Fuck, I've had a crush on you for so long now. And seeing you sleep with all those guys who were ten times better than me and then dumping them, it made me feel insecure about myself. Like it was a stupid, dumb thing to even like someone as perfect as you. And when you kept asking me, those thoughts, they just morphed into something ugly... and then that. I'm truly sorry for what I said Changbin. And if you can't forgive me just yet, I'll understand. But I don't think I cannot not have feelings for you."
By the time he's done, his chest his heaving to catch up lost breath, his eyes are teary and he has to blink them back and his hands are practically shaking. But what he can't deny is the huge weight lifted from his shoulders.
"Chan..."
He looks back up to see Changbin's cheeks dusted a dull pink and his legs jostling up and down on one spot.
Jisung silently stands up and heads somewhere Chan can't bother to notice.
"Chan hyung, you are such a dumbass."
"I know, I realized that and I-"
But then he hears familiar laughter before soft hands grabs his jaw and pulls him to even softer lips. Changbin's lips are soft and too fucking fluffy that Chan felt as though if he was to nip a bit, blood will spill. His thumb idly strokes Chan's jaw, coaxing him into kissing back with such soft intensity that Chan can't deny makes him feel floaty. Before it could get messy though, Chan pulls back and stares in confusion.
"I fucking like you, Chan."
"W-what?"
"Oh my. Chan are you that blind? You're the guy I was talking about, from the restaurant."
"Huh?" His brain must be lagging. Yeah, because, huh?
"All those guys you thought I was sleeping with, I wasn't."
But that can't be possible, he-
"But the moans."
Changbin laughs again. "We don't engage in anything except mutual handjobs."
"What about some hickeys I see on you? And your blissed-out look in the mornings."
"For the afterglow, handjobs can happen multiple times simultaneously, and the hickeys, if you noticed, were only like one or two because I asked them to, to..."
"To what?"
"To make you jealous." Changbin admits.
"Oh..." Now Chan just felt stupid, and happy and a bit aroused that Changbin went through all that trouble for him. "I'm sorry."
"For being a blind bat and hiding your feelings for so long, or calling me a slut, or changing our shifts just to avoid me? About that shift thing though, I didn't like it, I missed you."
"I'm sorry for all of it and more, and I'll text Jihyo to change my shift back."
"Thanks."
"Don't thank me."
"And I'm sorry I made you feel like you weren't good enough for me, you're perfect for me."
"Thank you. And half of that was just my own insecurities, none of your fault."
"Good."
Changbin is just about to pull him into another kiss when Jisung comes back with a grin on his face.
"All cleared out, hyungs?"
They smile at each other before facing Jisung again. "Yeah."
"Good, because I still need you both for my wedding."
They laugh and the tension in the air sizzled into something warm and affectionate and just... right.
That night, they cuddled together, seeking the warmth that lulled them both to a nice slumber.
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Chan considers himself a very self-preservative person. It was why he never really engaged in vices back when he was in school, and why he didn't have a large circle of friends. He liked being on the safe, bounded side, with all the assurance that he won't get hurt or anything close to that.
But it seemed as if those preservation skills eluded him the moment he and Changbin started dating. Because why was Changbin waiting for him on his- their bed in pink lace panties and a pink hello kitty sweater that hung down his shoulder, exposing his collar bone. And of course, because it seems Changbin hates Chan's existence very much, he has this prominent blush on his cheeks that's a little too blushy and his hair is a little too shiny. His thighs are a little too... thigh-y for Chan's health.
He must be dreaming. Yes, that's what is happening right now, he must have hit his head on the shower stalls at the gym and passed out, and his brain conjured up the sinfully cute live image of Changbin being sinfully cute.
If Changbin notices the effect he has on Chan, he revels in it as a small smirk tugs at his lips.
"Hyung, back from the gym already?"
"Fuck Changbin..." Chan tugs a hand through his unruly curls, his brain still trying to process... what this was.
"That's not an answer." Changbin tuts.
"You told me to come home early."
"And I'm glad you did. Want to know why?"
"Why?"
So yes, Chan can no longer boast of his self-preservation skills. Especially when it came to his cute roommate/best friend/boyfriend. Because Changbin shifts down from the headboard to the bed and then turns around and gets on his knees, in a way that his back arched and the sweater rode up to expose some of Changbin's perfect milky skin. If that wasn't enough, even with the material of the panties, there was a prominent fluffy butt plug peeking out through it, which meant that Changbin had cut a hole in, and then stuffed himself full with the plug. And Chan is nothing if not a very, very gay man for Changbin.
"Fuck Binnie." He drops his gym bag and walks over to the bed, kneeling at the edges and raising a hand to let it explore and grab at Changbin's ass. Because they were there, and too perfect for him to resist groping.
"I got myself ready, hyung. Stuffed myself and waited for you to come back, I didn't even touch myself."
If Chan got to die like this, he wouldn't even complain.
"Yeah? You were good? Waited for me like the good boy you are?"
Changbin whines into the sheets, and Chan is completely, painfully, hard.
"Yes. Please, need your cock so bad."
"Is that so?" He ignores his boner and tugs at the panties, pulling them down, causing the plug to shift slightly which made Changbin whine again.
"Yes."
Chan tugs at the fluffy base of the plug, pulling it out slowly to bask in Changbin's strings of whimpers from being so sensitive. He curses on his breath with the squelching sound that follows, no doubt what it was from the globs of lube trailing down Changbin's thighs. Once it is fully out, he throws it somewhere he can't bother to focus on and zeroes in on Changbin's pink, puffy, gaping hole glistening under the lights.
He doesn't hesitate as he leans in and licks a fat stripe across his hole causing Changbin to full on moan, with his hole clenching around nothing. He places a soft kiss on his ass before diving back in and immediately latching unto Changbin's rim, tasting all of him like a starved man. And he has to support Changbin with a hand around his waist because his knees had given out.
"Nngh... please hyung... y-yes there, fuck!"
Strings of moans filled the air as Chan ate Changbin out like his life depended on it. As if he could survive on just Changbin forever and never have to lack again.
He knows the tell-tale signs of Changbin about to cum, shudders rip through his body, his moans get broken, he grinds his hips into Chan's face with more fervor. And Chan pulls away just in time, causing Changbin to let out a loud whine in complaint of having being denied of his orgasm.
"You don't get to cum unless it's on my cock, Binnie. Now be a good boy and turn around for me."
Changbin slowly turns around and lifts his hips so that Chan can fit a pillow under it. He looks so cute and fucked out like this, his breaths are heavy and slight tremors pass through his body, and Chan is obsessed.
"Condom or no condom baby?"
Changbin whines again which causes Chan to chuckle before placing a soft peck on Changbin's stomach.
"Words baby."
"No."
How Chan had survived being without Changbin baffles him to no ends. Because how could he have let this be on hold because of some stupid insecurities.
"Okay baby. You know what to do when you want a pause right?"
To answer him, Changbin pats his right arm twice.
"And if you want to stop?"
He answers with two pats on his left arm.
"Good boy."
Ever since they started dating, Chan had discovered that Changbin usually got into a bit of a subspace whenever sexual stuff happened. And Chan would be lying if he said he didn't thank whatever angel sent Changbin his way. Changbin had thought himself weird for that, and was so sure Chan would be not so approving of it. And Chan had proved him wrong by fucking him into oblivion.
He settles between Changbin's thighs, relishing in how they seemed to tighten around him the same time Changbin arms came to wrap around his neck. He aligns himself with Changbin's hole and surges down to capture Changbin's lips with a kiss as soon as he thrusts in, effectively swallowing Changbin's moans from his mouth. With every push inside, they kiss heatedly, tongues finding themselves and intertwining hot, messy and totally perfect. By the time he was fully sheated in Changbin, it was less of a kiss and more of panting into each other's mouth.
As much as the heat of being inside Changbin tempted him into thrusting again, he had to wait for Changbin. And also had to stop himself from finishing too fast, because why the fuck did Changbin feel so perfect wrapped around him and basically trying to suck him in further?
"Move."
And Chan did. He pulled back until the head of his cock tugged at Changbin's rim before shoving back right in, loving the way Changbin scratched at his back with his blunt fingernails and a loud moan ripped through his throat. He did this several more times, until he finds a steady rhythm that had Changbin a writhing and moaning mess. Each drag felt so good as Changbin's inner walls tried to drag him back inside, gripping him with such intensity that Chan had to bite his lip to ground himself. Changbin had to cum first.
And while he preferred Changbin coming untouched in his arms, it didn't mean he couldn't stimulate other places as well. And that was what he did. Leaning all his weight into his left hand and using his free one to tug at Changbin's nipples, because Changbin is such a sensitive, whiny baby.
"You like this, don't you?" He pants beside Changbin's ear, noticing the shudder that passed through the male under him. "So sensitive. My sensitive little slut who just craves cock so much. Did you edge yourself? Soothing it with the thought that I would come back home and fuck you like you deserve?"
Another loud moan, followed by quieter whimpers and Chan could feel Changbin nodding. "Yes, so much."
"I know baby. I know you like nobody else does. You portray yourself to everyone as a level headed person who can get everyone he pleases. But underneath all that, once a cock enters your tight little hole, and you get fucked senseless, you're no better than a little bitch in heat, just desperate to be pumped full of cum."
A dribble of pre-come comes out of Changbin's dick at Chan's words, pathetically rubbing at Chan's torso, begging for attention. But Chan won't grant it.
"But you're mine. My little whiny desperate baby. Only I gets to see you like this."
He bites into the side of Changbin's neck, before soothing the sting with his tongue, and then ministering to the other sides of his neck, hell bent on marking what was his.
"Y-yes. Only you- fuck! Right there!"
And Chan obeys, increasing his speed as he fucks into Changbin, high on the intense feeling of the inner heat of Changbin. He leans down to suck on Changbin's nipple, choosing not to pay attention at the way Changbin tightens around him.
"M'gonna- gonna come."
And that was the only warning he got before strings of hot cum spurts out of him, landing on both him and Changbin. Chan shudders before he increases his pace, chasing his own release and Changbin first goes boneless before he starts to whine again from overstimulation. He lets out a curse before spilling inside Changbin, filling him with his seed.
He shakes and falls on Changbin who just wraps around him tighter, both of them reveling in the high of their orgasm, too spent to do anything than enjoying each other's presence. But they had to clean up. Chan groans as he slowly pulls out from Changbin, and curses when he sees his cum slowly seeping out of the even puffier hole.
"Hyung, keep it in." Changbin says, his voice little spent from all the moaning. And Chan has to pinch himself from getting hard again at the sight of Changbin truly fucked out.
He finds the plug at the corner of the room, and bites back his groan when Changbin whimpers from getting cum stuffed back into him.
He then grabs a towel and cleans both of them up, whispering soft praises to Changbin while littering his face with soft, caring kisses. After he's gotten water for both of them, he joins Changbin back in bed and pulls him close, allowing the male to nuzzle his face into his neck while a leg was splayed over his own.
"This was nice, hyung." Changbin sighs into his neck, his breath hot on Chan's skin.
"Yeah?" Chan asks as his hand threads softly through Changbin's soft curls as he silently wondered what prayer he must have sent to get this kind of blessing.
"Yeah. But next time, I'm riding you."
Chan huffs a soft laugh, before pulling Changbin even closer to him, almost as if he wanted to merge with the male. Well, that wasn't too bad.
"I love you." Chan confesses, his heart light and happy.
"I love you too." Changbin answers back.
And Chan loves that he gets to have this. As Changbin's breaths evens out, he smiles, placing a soft kiss on Changbin's forehead before drifting off to sleep.