둘. Did I have to sell my soul...
II - I
"YAH TAEKYEON! WHERE'S MY SHAMPOO?!"
Taekyeon yawns, switching to another TV program and reaching for his cup of coffee, choosing to simply ignore the younger. He almost drops his cup when said man bursts into the living room, hair and body dripping wet and nothing more than a towel around his hips. He looks angry.
"Taekyeon, I'm not joking. Where's my goddamn shampoo?"
"Why should I know where your shampoo is?", Taekyeon sighs, watching a few drops of water run down Chansung's chest. "By the way, you're dripping onto the floor."
Chansung looks down before looking at Taekyeon again, frowning a little.
"But I'm sure that it was in the bathroom... Are you sure that you didn't, I don't know... ACCIDENTIALLY threw it away to get me out of here?"
Taekyeon laughs, sipping on his coffee and turning his head towards the TV again where a guy from South Africa was explaining how to use a weird instrument called Vuvuzela.
"Why should I do something so childish to get you out of here? That would be pretty stupid... I know better ways. But I don't know where your shampoo is, period... Maybe you should be more careful with your stuff, don't you think?"
"But... I need to shower!", Chansung looks helpless and Taekyeon heaves a heavy sigh before motioning towards the bathroom.
"Then use my shampoo... You can go and buy some tomorrow, okay? But hurry up, other people also need to use the bathroom."
Chansung's face lightens up.
"Thank you very much, hyung!", he nods with a smile before disappearing again.
Taekyeon frowns looking at the now closed door. Weird. This has been the first time that the younger has called him 'hyung'. Even though they're both Korean something like honorifics never played a role in their conversations. Trying to keep it as distant as possible they both decided to talk in a neutral, way... and something like 'hyung' was definitely not neutral.
II - II
"Hyung?"
Taekyeon looks up from the floor plans lying on his desk, surprised to see Chansung in front of him. He looks at his secretary but she just shrugs and he nods, signaling her to leave the room and close the door.
"Chansung... what are you doing here?"
The younger scratches his neck and looks around.
"Wow, you have an awesome work place..."
"What are you doing here?", Taekyeon asks again motioning towards a chair.
"Aren't you curious about how I found you?", Chansung asks back, sitting down.
"Not really, actually.", Taekyeon leans back, folding his hands and looking straight at the younger with a serious expression. "So, what are you doing here?"
"Ah, you know... I was wondering if... well, I was... basically I did just... I was hoping..."
"What? God, Chansung... I have to work.", Taekyeon mutters rolling his eyes.
"Oh, yes, uh... well, I... locked myself out."
For a second Taekyeon is quiet then he starts grinning and Chansung looks away, obviously embarrassed.
"Oh really? Well, what a pity, don't you think?"
"Come on, hyung! You can't do this to me! Can I... can I have your keys? Please? I promise I'll let you in when you come home!"
Both of them are suddenly silent, looking at each other with a quite surprised expression forming on their faces.
"Home?"
"Eh, you know... the apartment and... yeah.", Chansung mutters lowly, still not looking at Taekyeon and scratching his nose awkwardly. "I won't lock you out. I promise, hyung."
The older grins.
"I didn't even think about that possibility... yet. But now I'm even more suspicious, you know?"
"Oh Taekyeon, seriously? I just wanted to go down because we've gotten this package for Miss Parmer and after giving it to her I realized that I've locked myself out. I had to walk all the way here because I didn't have any money with me!"
"And how do you know where I work?"
"HA! I knew you would be curious about that!"
Taekyeon rolls his eyes.
"So?"
"Well, a few days ago I took the mail out of the post box and there was a letter from your department... I could remember the adress."
"I see. Well, I can't give you my keys... but if you want to wait I can take you home with my car later..."
Chansung sighs.
"Okay, how long?"
"Um... 2 hours?"
The younger whines but finally gives in. It starts raining outside.
II - III
"Hyung?"
Taekyeon sighs, not even bothering to look up from the floor plans lying all over his desk. He recognizes the voice.
"Yes, Chansung?"
"I'm hungry."
"We'll eat as soon as we get home, okay? You have to wait."
"Ugh... but I'm also thirsty."
"Then ask Miss Foster for something to drink. Water, coffee, tea, whatever you want. Just... let me work please."
"Okay!", Chansung grins and gets up walking towards the door. "Thank you!"
As soon as he's gone Taekyeon concentrates on the floor plans again, placing a wall here and a window there, calculating the cost for brickstones, wood, concrete and a lot more. He's so into his work now that nothing, or better, no one is bothering him that he doesn't even realize that someone steps into the room again. Miss Foster has to clear her throat loudly to get Taekyeon's attention.
"Mister Ok?"
"Oh, Miss Foster! Sorry, I didn't hear you... did something happen?"
"Um, well... this friend of yours..."
"What is he doing again?"
"He's... blocking the elevator, Mister."
Taekyeon rolls his eyes and gets up following his secretary through a few doors and hallways. She stops in front of the elevator looking at Taekyeon.
"He's probably somewhere above us right now."
"How long is he doing this already?"
"Half an hour."
"How often?"
"Around... 20 times already, Mister."
"This guy. Thank you, Miss Foster, I'll take care of him. Ah, and I'll leave now... please make sure that there's my coffee on my desk tomorrow!"
She nods with a smile.
"Tomorrow is not my first friday here, Mister Ok."
II - IV
"Chansung? What are you doing here?"
"This is a Korean club, the best club I can find here in Chicago! Plus, am I not allowed to go clubbing?"
"How old are you again?"
"Man... I'm 21 years old since we've met, idiot... now let me in, it's cold."
"I don't have to, you know?"
"But...", Chansung thinks for a second before grinning widely. "But we're friends, aren't we? And friends don't keep each other from having fun, right?"
For a second Taekyeon is quiet, simply staring at Chansung who is slowly feeling uncomfortable because the people behind him start to get angry. Then the older sighs and nods.
"Okay, you can go in... if you want to you can wait until my shift's over and I'll take you home with me... unless you want to leave the club before midnight to get the last bus. Because I doubt that you would want to walk... alone... at night... in Chicago."
Chansung swallows, stepping aside so that other people could finally get into the club. He gives Taekyeon a careful look trying to see if the older was joking or not.
"Is... Chicago really that dangerous? Because it seems quite calm, actually..."
"You're here for not even three weeks, remember. Yes, it is. It's a dangerous city, just like every other big city in the US."
"Then... okay, then I'll wait until you can take me home... I'm sure you'll find me!", Chansung smiles before waving quickly and disappearing into the club.
Taekyeon shakes his head with a smile before turning around to take care of a guy who was obviously extremly drunk and verbally molesting a group of girls.
II - V
"Taek?"
Taekyeon hands a passport back to a young man and motions him to go into the club before turning around looking at one of his co-workers.
"Yes?"
"You're shift's already over, didn't you notice?"
Checking his watch Taekyeon shakes his head in disbelief.
"Wow, really... then I'll leave those for you, buddy...", he grins nodding towards the people still waiting in front of the club.
Despite the fact that it was 1 in the morning they still wanted to get in. The Black Butterfly was definitely one of the most famous clubs of Chicago. Maybe it was so famous because the owner, Mister Kim, only employed handsome Asian guys. Taekyeon's Korean co-worker, Seulong, nods with a smile.
"Yeah, I'll take over now... and you better take care of that guy in there... he keeps yelling your name whenever someone asks him to leave. He's pretty drunk but fortunately not violent or something."
Taekyeon frowns but nods.
"Okay, I'll look after him... See you next week!"
He enters the club looking around for said guy in the crowds of people. He couldn't really make someone out so he pushes his way towards the bar, leaning over it and motioning the young Thai bartender to come towards him.
"Nichkhun! Seulong says there's a drunk guy saying my name all the-"
"Yeah, he's over there at the end of the bar.", the bartender says with his usual pretty smile, cleaning a class. "You better take care of him, he's pretty drunk. I only gave him my 'Tonic For Kids' at the end but he can't really take any alcohol at all. I think his name is Chansung or something like that... he murmured it a few minutes ago but I'm not that good at Korean, as you know."
"Ah, thanks man, I think I know who he-"
"Okay, then you better take care of him. Some customers are already annoyed."
"Nichkhun, you never let me finish my-"
"I know.", the bartender grins prettily and Taek turns around shaking his head with a smile.
He made his way towards the other end of the bar and places his hand on Chansung's shoulder. The younger looks up and grins.
"Hyung! There you are! I've been waiting for you all the time! My shampoo is empty, you know?"
Taekyeon rolls his eyes before grabbing Chansung’s arms and pulling him up on his feet. To his surprise the younger could still walk more or less on his own and Taekyeon waves the bartender goodbye before taking Chansung out of the club and towards his car. The younger was surprisingly quiet now and Taekyeon grins before pushing him onto the passenger seat. Walking around the car he climbs onto the driver seat, handing Chansung a paper bag.
"Don't you dare to puke in my car. Don't you dare."
Chansung manages to grin.
"I don't feel like throwing up, thank you."
"Great. Then I'll just drive us home, it's late."
II - VI
It takes them just a few minutes to get home and more or less elegantly they manage to reach their apartment. Taekyeon half leads half drags the younger into the small kitchen to place him on a chair.
"Hyung..."
"Hm?"
"Do we have some water?"
"Finally feeling like throwing up?", Taekyeon grins getting the younger a bottle of cold water out of the fridge. "You shouldn't drink that much alcohol if you can't handle it."
Chansung nods downing half of the bottle.
"I know that. You know... I played a game... with your bartender."
Suddenly things made sense for Taekyeon and he shakes his head with a grin.
"So you fell for him too."
Looking up surprised Chansung frowns, closing the bottle. He suddenly felt a little more sober again.
"Fell for him?"
"Ah, I've been working with Nichkhun for quite a long time now. I should've told you before, sorry.", Taekyeon smiles sitting down in the huge armchair. "You know... Nichkhun loves to play games. Sexual games."
Chansung swallows, looking away.
"Well... I can't remember everything... but it was... kinda something like that, you're right."
"Nichkhun is... a bitch, to be honest. He's a nice guy, don't get me wrong, he's just... he likes to have fun. And usually he doesn't give a fuck about other people's feelings."
"So... you fell for him too?", Chansung asks and Taekyeon nods with a grin.
"I think almost every halfway handsome guy who came to the club more often than just 2 or 3 times eventually fell for him. He likes to play his 'drinking game' with everyone who's worth it in his eyes. So being chosen as his game partner is kind of an honor, in the end. I've seen his heavy make-out session one the bar quite a few times already."
"How far did you go?", Chansung suddenly asks with a serious face and Taekyeon looks away. "Come on, tell me... I'm curious!"
"Curious? Forget it, Chansung. You better go to sleep because your hangover will be epic."
Taekyeon gets up to take off his jacket and shoes and Chansung grins behind him.
"You know... as long as you don't tell me I'll make my own conclusions."
Turning around again Taekyeon frowns.
"You're annoying, you know?"
"Yeah... now tell me please! I promise I won't laugh or something!"
Taekyeon shakes his head and sits down again looking straight at the younger.
"I don't think you want to know this... but you're drunk and won't remember most of it by tomorrow, so...", Taekyeon nods slowly. "You're right. We went quite... far."
"THAT far?"
"Yes."
"I envy you."
"Ye-what?"
"You know...", Chansung grins slightly playing with Taekyeon's car keys lying on the kitchen table. "This guy... Nichkhun... he's really hot."
For a second they just stare at each other in silence before Chansung looks away and clears his throat.
"You have a crush on one of my co-workers.", Taekyeon says slowly and Chansung shakes his head.
"No! It's not like that, it's not a crush... just... I think he's hot, okay? Am I not allowed to think he's attractive? You slept with him!"
Taekyeon couldn't help but grin. The bashful self-defence of the younger was seriously too cute.
"Yeah, okay. It's the 21st century after all, right? I'm just surprised because... you don't seem like that."
"Gay? Oh, I'm not gay. Genders just... don't matter for me, you know? I just like goodlooking people. What about you?"
"What?"
"Well, I'm, drunk, far from tired and too curious to sleep, so... tell me about your preferences! Let's be friends and just talk a little, okay? Right here."
"My... preferences? Are you nuts?"
Taekyeon shakes his head in disbelief and is about to get up from the couch when Chansung stops him.
"Hey, wait... I'm sorry but I thought... we could get to know each other better, okay? I mean, we're living together and barely know anything about each other... isn't that kind of sad?"
Taekyeon frowns looking back at Chansung. Talking with him was nice, sure. It was just... Taekyeon was afraid that he would end up talking about things he never wanted to talk about again. And that would be embarrassing. Taking a deep breath he nods.
"Oh fuck it, let's talk. I'm not tired either so... what do you want to talk about?"
"Can I ask you some questions?"
"Eh... sure? About what?"
"Ah...", scratching the back of his head Chansung gets up to place two glasses and another bottle of water on the kitchen table. "About a lot of things I've been curious about for some time already, actually."
"Okay..."
"So...", sitting down again Chansung looks straight at the older. "You slept with him."
"Is that a question or something? Because I thought we already talked about that."
"Eh, basically... you just told me that it happened."
"Do you want to know the details or what?"
"Well...", looking away again Chansung clears his throat quickly. "As I said, I'm curious."
For a second Taekyeon is quiet than he starts to grin widely. His smile gets even brighter when a slight blush creeps over Chansung's face.
"Waaaaait... let me guess."
"Eh, what?"
"I bet you never did it."
"Did what?"
"IT."
"Oh."
"So?"
Chansung keeps looking at the wall next to him as if the solutions for all his problems were written there and Taekyeon could almost feel his embarrassement. Martering his head for something cool to answer he bites his lip.
"Well... I... kind of."
"Kind of as in... not in there yet?"
"I can only guess what you mean, but... yeah."
"So you bottom."
"Eh... yeah..."
"So... no experience with being on top."
"Yeah, that's right... that's why I said I'm jealous."
Taekyeon leans back in his chair crossing his arms and grinning at Chansung.
"And now you're curious about how it goes, am I right? You want to know what it is like."
"The way you say that makes it sound a lot more innocent than it probably is, you know."
"Ah, don't be like that! You're drunk and asking me perverted questions so you have to deal with my answers."
"But hyung, it's really important for me... I know I'm drunk but this is really what I think! And I feel like I need some experience... don't you think? Maybe I should ask Nichkhun... I'm sure that he could... show me some stuff."
"Show you some stuff? He could show you things you never even imagined in your dreams. You would top him, that's for sure. Everyone he chooses does, he doesn't like to top. But in my case you would bottom, sorry."
"Wha-ha-ha-ha-no! Never, hyung! I wouldn't, that's for sure."
"You would, believe me Chansung."
"In your dreams, baby!"
"Do you want to give it a try then?"
II - VII
"This... feels weird."
Taekyeon grins and points towards his bed.
"Why? I thought you did this a few times already?"
"I did! Just... not with a friend."
"Just one-night stands?"
"Basically."
"Ah, I see. Well, that makes it more interesting."
"I won't bottom this time!"
"We'll see, Channie."
"Did you just call me... Channie?"
"Yeah... it's cute, just like you."
"Are you sure you're not gay, hyung?"
"Being gay doesn't immediately mean being girly... at least in my case. I would still top you, darling, believe me. I can be careful if you're scared but I think the alcohol would help you."
"I already feel pretty sober and... wait! This is not settled yet!"
"For me it is, Channie. Now... do you want to do it or not?"
Biting his lower lip Chansung avoids Taekyeon's intense stare. Yes or no, that's the question. The bed looks comfortable... but Taekyeon is a friend! It is a tough decision, definitely. Taking a deep breath he sits down on the bed, stroking the pillow before looking at Taekyeon. He doesn't say something but his smile is enough.
II - VIII
Chansung knows that it's a dangerous game he's playing. He knows that it might not end well and that such a one-night-stand would definitely change something between them. They would look at each other differently from now on. And besides that... his hangover later would be the most epic hangover ever experienced on this planet. He doesn't even remember all the shit that's now making him feel relaxed and comfortable.
It doesn't matter, actually. He's far too distracted because there's a soft mattress under his body and a strong hand holding down his chest. With his eyes closed Chansung enjoys the wet feeling of a tongue running up his throat and he licks his lips.
"You taste good."
Chansung can't help but grin, opening his eyes as soon as the warm tongue leaves his skin. Looking right into dark eyes he swallows.
"You feel good."
Earning a slight chuckle Chansung smiles. It feels good, much better than expected. He always felt kind of weak when someone else had the control and despite the fact that he always enjoyed good sex it always felt weird to submit to someone else. And now... it just felt good. Not just good, great. Really, really great.
"I don't want to hurry... but you look really delicious."
Chansung grins looking at the older.
"I've been thinking..."
"Now?"
"I think... it's okay."
"What?"
"To... eh, bottom."
A wide grin spread over Taekyeon's face and he bends down to place another hungry kiss on Chansung's neck.
"So... despite the fact that you're drunk and that you won't gain any experience you still want to do this?"
"I think... by now we're both far too horny to stop.", Chansung answers with a shy smile and Taekyeon nods.
"That's pretty true, babe..."
II - IX
"I don't want to hurry... but you look really delicious right now."
Taekyeon's rough deep voice makes Chansung shiver but at the same time he comes back to his senses again. A little bit at least.
He doesn't know where his shirt went and apparently there are lips pressing against his stomach. Something wet dips into his belly button and he groans lowly, squirming a little but his wrists are tightly pinned down and so he can't just grab that black hair and shove him down to where his body is longing even more for his touch.
"Someone's eager..."
Panting heavily Chansung stares at the older in disbelief.
"No wonder, you're driving me crazy..."
"That's nice to hear..."
The younger leans back his head, inhaling deeply and trying to steady his breath again, just to moan louder than before when Taekyeon finally opens his jeans... with his teeth.
Biting his lips Chansung waits for the touch he's been longing for but to his surprise Taekyeon shifts a little, forcing his hips between the younger male's thighs and pinning his hands down above his head. Grinning he bends down a little until their noses almost touch. Chansung can't help but stare, feeling Taekyeon's hot breath against his own lips. He urges to lift his head just a little bit to kiss him but his stare kind of paralyzes him.
"How far would you go?"
"I... I d-don't know..."
A smile and Taekyeon bends down pressing their lips together, invading that hot mouth with his tongue again. There's the bitter taste of alcohol and the slightly sour taste of Nichkhun's special 'Tonic For Kids' and something sweet, maybe a snack from the club... and then there's this taste that's hard, impossible to describe. Maybe Chansung himself.
Chansung feels hands running down his sides towards his hips and he realizes that his own hands are free again. Still keeping up the messy mouth-to-mouth contact he wraps his hands around Taekyeon's neck, running them through his hair and pulling ever so slightly whenever Taekyeon's fingers make a sudden, more forceful motion on their way down. He pants heavily, sucking in oxygen whenever he's able to without their lips losing touch too often and then a hand slowly pulls down his shorts and he has to break away, biting his lips painfully and swallowing a deep growl.
"Don't hold it back."
Chansung nods, barely able to breath since Taekyeon's amayingly talented hands are working their magic down there. He looks up and straight into the older man's eyes. They stare at each other intensly for long seconds, with Taekyeon supporting his own body with one hand next to Chansung's head and Chansung's nails digging into Taekyeon's shoulders even deeper with everytime his breath catches in his throat until the younger turns his head away because there's too much friction, too much sensation, too much pleasure.
Taekyeon watches closely as he could feel the tension building up in that goddamn hot body beneath him.
"P-please hyung." Chansung said softly through his raspy pants. "Please don't stop."
"That's not my intention.", the older answer lowly.
He bends down, outlining Chansung's slightlly swollen lips with his tongue and swallowing his gasps. He starts sucking his jaw and decides to leave his mark just an inch under his right ear, right where the skin was very thin and sensitive and so he sucks a little bit of that soft, white skin between his lips and teeth, sucking and biting gently, breaking a few little veins until he can see a violet-reddish spot forming there.
"Ah, fuck... hyung~"
Taekyeon grins, knowing that the younger was close to his climax. He could tell from the way his back arches off the mattress and his hands clench into the bedsheets. He licks Chansung's lips, jaw, throat, collarbones and then back to his lips, moving his hand with more force, stroking him harder.
Squirming underneath the older, unable to prevent his hips from thrusting into Taekyeon's hand Chansung pulled the bedsheets forcefully, almost ripping them. His breath catches in his throat before he could suck in enough oxygen for a sustained moan.
II - X
"Hyung?"
"Hm?"
"Nothing."
Chansung sighs, rolling around on his stomach, turning his head to the side to face Taekyeon. The older inhales to say something but Chansung is faster, pressing his lips into Taekyeon's slight smile, one of his hands sliding around his neck to pull him closer. He deepens the kiss, allowing the older male's tongue to invade his mouth again, sucking it suggestively before pulling away again.
"I thought... maybe I could... or should..."
Raising an eyebrow Taekyeon grins, running a hand through Chansung's hair and interrupting his talk with a quick kiss.
"I think we should clean up.", he says, sitting up and looking down at the younger. "Are you feeling better?"
"Ah, I'm just waiting for the headache...", Chansung murmurs, pouting a little. "What time is it?"
"Uh... almost 3am."
Just when Chansung wants to answer the doorbell rings. Looking at the younger Taekyeon heaves a sigh before getting up and into his jeans quickly while rushing towards the door. He could hear Chansung's low chuckle and can't help but grin before opening the door.
"Miss Parmer?"
"Mister Ok, do you know what clocktime it is?!"
"Eh, sure. 2:56am.", he answers slowly, scratching the back of his head in confusion. "Why?"
"Because some people here want to have their well-deserved sleep!"
"Yeah, but what... ?"
"The next time you pick up one of your 'public women' why don't you make sure that your neighbours don't have to hear what you're doing?!"
"Eh, what the-"
"It's disgusting, Mister Ok. Good night."
Staring at her back Taekyeon couldn't believe what he just heard. He shook his head in disbelief before shrugging it of and entering his apartment again, closing the door behind his back. Stepping into the bedroom again he notices the empty bed and frowns.
"Chansung?"
There's no answer and a slight grin developes on Taekyeon's face. You wanna play a game? Sure, why not? He sneaks into the bathroom, but it's empty. Same with the kitchen. Grinning he sneaks towards the living room. The younger must be there. Waiting for him. He wants to play a game? Well then, there you go. Pushing the door open he steps into the dimly lit room, slowly and carefully.
He's about to call Chansung's name again when something moves next to him and the next second he's shoved towards the couch and pushed down, the younger sitting down on his lap just in his shorts, his hot lips pressing against Taekyeon's. He sucks his tongue before pushing it back and invading Chansung's hot mouth until the younger breaks away and looks at him.
"What now?", Taekyeon asks lowly, trying his best to suppress his grin and Chansung tilts his head a little smiling seductively.
"I thought... I could return the favor."
With his hands on Taekyeon's shoulder Chansung leans down for another long kiss before the older is able to say something, his hands immediately sliding down Chansung's sides and coming to a rest on his hips. He stopped kissing him and began to suck on his nipples. Chansung moans , enjoying every second of it.
"You like that baby, huh?", Taekyeon asks lowly and Chansung grins.
"Yeah~"
He winks before sliding down on his knees in front of the older, starting to breath against his now rock hard cock through his jeans. Taekyeon moans and the fact that he was moaning urges Chansung to continue doing it.
He unbuttons his pants and unzips them, thanking God for not making him wear his shorts again when he answered the door earlier. He grabs his cock with his right hand and slowly begins to suck on the tip, just teasing him a little. All the moans, breaths and curses only encourage Chansung to suck even harder.
This was not his first time giving a blowjob but he was still more nervous than usual. Maybe because it was Taekyeon. He slowly removes his hands, taking even more into his mouth, his tongue sliding over a pulsing vein. He feels fingers running through his hair.
"F-fuck... you're good..."
II - XI
Chansung fell asleep as soon as his back hits Taekyeon's bed again. Now the older lies next to him, staring at his handsome face and stroking his reddish hair. He knows that he can't sleep anymore tonight so he decides to spend the hours until the younger would wake up with constantly staring at him and admiring him. The bedroom was dimly lit, throwing sharp shadows. It makes Chansung's eyelashes look longer and darker, outlining his soft lips and giving his handsome face sharper features. Taekyeon places the tip of his index finger right between Chansung's eyebrows, slowly stroking down towards the tip of his nose before stroking his lips with his thumb.
Smiling he gently kisses his forehead before turning around on his stomach again and pulling Chansung closer, deciding to let the younger sleep a bit longer, already pondering about what to do against Chansung's hangover later.
II - XII
"Oooh God, hyung~"
Chansung's pained moan rang through the apartmen and Taekyeon couldn't help but grin widely, getting a glass out of the cupboard and filling it with cold water and dropping an aspirin into it before leaving the kitchen and entering the bedroom with a cheerful smile.
"Finally awake?"
Chansung shoots him a death glare before rolling around on his stomach, burying his face in the pillow.
"Shut up and stop grinning like an idiot."
"That's not what you said last night.", Taekyeon grins, sitting down next to the younger and holding out his hand with the glass. "Here, drink this. For your headache."
"Urgh...", grabbing the glass Chansung empties it in one go before placing it on the nightstand and turning his head to look at Taekyeon. "Thank you."
Bending down Taekyeon kisses his lips quickly.
"No problem. I know what it's like to drink too much.", he chuckles. "Remember... Nichkhun."
Chansung manages to chuckle.
Eeeeeh. Yeah... I'm sorry for the crappiness of this lol. I don't even know... and I also have no clue why this took me so long OTL Please forgive me~
Anyways... this is the second chapter! YAY! ㅋㅋㅋ I think maybe... just MAAAAAYBEEEEE I'll write a third chapter of this... with more Nichkhun for both of my guys ㅋㅋㅋ. Since Chansung is still waiting for his experience of being on top ㅅㅂㅅ
So yeah~ thank you for reading and supporting me! Especially you, Gina! I'm so sorry for being the epitome of procrastination OTL Thanks for bearing with me being so unprofessionally.
All my readers thank you for reading obviously! And comments will of course be loved and answered ㅋㅋㅋ. I need to know what you think about the possible sequel~
Love, Alice! <3