그 시절 아름다운 기억 ★/ chapter three.
Pairing: hunhan, baekyeol, kaisoo, krishan, taohun, xiuchen
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,235 words
Summay: Luhan and Kris, two of the best detectives, are up against the most destructive gang in L.A., lead by Byun Baekhyun, with Oh Sehun as his second hand man. When Sehun is caught, Luhan is lost, struggling with his past, his future, and how cute Sehun looks when he smiles.
Author's Note: There is smut this chapter and I don't normally write smut so I hope it's not too bad ~ And thanks for reading as well, of course.
Despite living in separate apartments, Kyungsoo finds himself in bed with Jongin once again. It’s three in the morning and they’ve barely come back from work. Long nights like these are the worst. It makes sense for Kyungsoo to just crash at Jongin’s as his house is much closer to the station than Kyungsoo’s. He also doesn’t mind the feeling of the boy next to him as he falls asleep.
But he can’t fall asleep. It’s been weeks since he last slept proper. And when he does sleep, well, he dreams. And they are not good dreams. When he was growing up, Kyungsoo had the sweetest dreams. He had one where he had a unicorn that flew him across the whole world. He’d have dreams where he was a merman, where he was a superhero. Kyungsoo had great, fun dreams.
Now all he has are nightmares.
He has Jongin, too, but the boy is asleep. He never seems to have problems and falls asleep so quickly after they’re home. They haven’t fucked in over a week because they’ve been so busy and it’s starting to become too much.
So Kyungsoo lies there, unable to sleep and horny, with his boyfriend sleeping next to him. What a fucking pain.
Kyungsoo lies as still as he can for another half hour, believing that if he acts like he’s asleep, it will just have to happen. It doesn’t. He decides to just get out of bed and watch some TV. Or better yet, one of the many porn videos Jongin has lying around his house. Anything would be good at this point.
As he’s getting up, he feels Jongin’s hand against his back. “Where are you going?” he mumbles, soft, his voice sweet. Kyungsoo turns around; Jongin is lying there, arm outstretched towards him, eyes half open. He looks so tired, so sweet and serine and Kyungsoo has never wanted to kiss him more than he does at that moment.
So he does. He gives in. He knows that really, the two of them should be sleeping and Kyungsoo kissing the outline of this collarbone isn’t really helping. It’s weird for him to be in this position - normally it’s Jongin who’s on top, who’s in control. It’s kind of nice, though, watching Jongin squirm beneath him as he kisses his way down his bare chest.
At this point, Jongin is no longer half asleep, but rather is running his hands through Kyungsoo’s hair, moaning with each touch of the older’s lips against his skin. Kyungsoo reaches the end of his stomach and is blocked by Jongin’s boxers. He stops and grins up at the younger boy before pulling down his boxers with his teeth.
Jongin’s breath is caught in his throat as Kyungsoo’s mouth becomes busy again, licking the precum that is dripping from his hard cock. The taste is sweet and Kyungsoo is lost in Jongin’s soft moans and as he whisper’s out the boy’s name. He likes being so in charge, having the younger boy under his control.
He licks up and down, taking time to swirl his tongue around the head. He keeps this going for a few minutes until Jongin whispers, his voice raspy, “Kyungsoo, please,” and Kyungsoo can’t say no to his dongsaeng.
Kyungsoo smiles and put the boy’s cock in his mouth, his mouth warm, wet, and Jongin calls out his name as Kyungsoo bobs his head up and down. He keeps this going, with breaks in between to lick across the boy’s shaft.
The older boy stands up, Jongin’s cock harder than ever. Kyungsoo grabs lube and a condom out of his dresser and then rushes back to Jongin, kissing him again, hungry. While every part of Jongin tastes good, nothing tastes as good as his lips, his tongue. They kiss, lips crashing. He licks the insides of his mouth, the other’s lips. Their kisses get sloppier the longer they’re going.
As they kiss, Jongin starts taking control again, his hands reaching out and grabbing hold of the other’s nipples, twisting them around, pulling, tugging. Kyungsoo moans into his mouth. Soon Jongin’s mouth leaves and joins his hands, sucking on one nipple as his hand plays with the other. He bites lightly and Kyungsoo moans. Despite his enjoyment of being in charge before, this is what Kyungsoo likes more.
He wriggles beneath him as Jongin switches nipples. He is shaking and runs his hands through his hair, along his neck, the top of his back. His fingers trail lightly, leaving goosebumps across Jongin’s skin. Jongin soon makes his way further down, biting here and there and then licking the area, over and over again. Kyungsoo can’t stop saying his name over and over again. “Jongin-ah, Jongin-ah, Jongin-ah.” It only encourages Jongin on, who quickly flips the older boy over onto his stomach.
He quickly slides the other’s boxers down, throwing them aside. He attacks the boy’s ass, first with his hands, spanking him, the sound loud - and even louder as Kyungsoo yelps out in pain. He starts to kiss the red marks, before licking all across his bum. He spread the lighter boy’s cheeks apart and grabbing the lube that’s next to Kyungsoo, begins to prep his asshole.
He puts one finger in first, wiggling it around Kyungsoo’s warm hole and the younger boy shakes beneath him. He pumps his finger in and out as his free hand squees his asscheeks. It’s not long until he adds another finger in, stretching him out just a bit more. He’s much wider now than when they started dating, but Jongin loves this prep time. He loves stretching the boy out and watching him shake under him, his legs going weak.
And the third finger is in and Jongin’s hands are moving fast, rough, his other hand clasping so tightly to Kyungsoo’s ass, his fingers digging in deep. He hears Kyungsoo call his name out, loud, and Jongin knows he’s found the boy’s prostate and pumps faster.
Jongin flips Kyungsoo over so he can see the boy’s face. He pulls out and begins preparing his dick with a condom and lube. He spreads some on the boy’s ass as well. Jongin lift’s the boys legs up onto his shoulders so he has better access to the boy’s hole.
He looks at Kyungsoo, whose eyes are closed, face scrunched as Jongin puts the head of his dick inside of his ass. It goes in easy and Jongin starts slow, the feeling immense as he moans out. “Your ass is so tight, Hyung. You feel so... good,” he grunts out, his speed picking up slightly.
Kyungsoo has this look of complete bliss on his face that makes Jongin smirk. This is what he’s here for. He picks up speed, his dick almost completely coming out each time as he continues. Kyungsoo moves forward in sync with Jongin and Jongin finds himself deeper than before, and Kyungsoo moans louder than he had been.
Jongin leans down and kisses Kyungsoo as rough as he can, biting his lower lip, licking the lines on his face. He reaches down, grabbing hold of his hard cock and slowly slides his hand up and down. Kyungsoo’s moans are stifled by Jongin’s lips against his, but he’s still loud and it’s driving Jongin crazy.
They stop kissing and Jongin attacks the boy’s legs, his skin so creamy, so soft, as he bites it, leaving marks everywhere he goes. Kyungsoo squeaks out his name over and over again and, god, Jongin is so close to coming.
He can tell that Kyungsoo is as well, and Jongin responds to the boys groans with his hand speeding up just a bit and biting down as hard as he can on the boy’s calf. Jongin slows down a bit, wanting to keep this going for just a bit longer. It’s been so long - they’ve been so busy and Jongin is sick of having to take care of himself in the shower as they rush off to work.
He’s going to enjoy this.
The younger pulls out and pulls Kyungsoo off the bed and carries him across the room, throwing him up against the wall. They kiss more, and Jongin groans as Kyungsoo wraps his legs around his waist. They just kiss for a few minutes before Kyungsoo breaks them apart and mumbles, his voice raspy, “Aren’t you going to finish what you started?”
Jongin smirks at this and shoves himself back inside of Kyungsoo’s tight hole and starts off fast. His hands are busy holding the boy up so he uses his mouth to please Kyungsoo, giving special attention to his collarbone, leaving wet kisses along his way.
And he is so close - it’s been building up and Jongin knows he won’t be long, but he slows down. He wants Kyungsoo to come first. He wants to watch his boyfriend explode in front of him. He licks as much of the boy’s chest as he can, giving as much attention to the boy’s stiff nipples as he can, sucking, biting.
“Close,” Kyungsoo mumbles out a few minutes later. Jongin smiles wide and replies, “Good,” as he starts to speed up once again, pushing up against Kyungsoo’s prostate with as much force as possible.
It’s not long before Kyungsoo is coming, shooting up onto his chest. Jongin feels the older boy’s body shake in his arms as the cum continues to shoot out. The darker boy smiles and begins to lick the boy’s chest with more fervor than before, eating everything that the boy had left for him.
And Jongin meets Kyungsoo’s lips again, sharing his tasty snack with the other. Kyungsoo tastes so good and that along with whatever the fuck Kyungsoo is doing with his tongue pushes Jongin over the edge and he’s coming, letting out a loud “Hyung!” as he does so.
His legs shake and the two find themselves on the floor, Jongin’s dick still in the boy’s ass. They eventually untangle themselves and Kyungsoo goes to the bathroom to get a rag to clean up their mess (because there’s no way that Kyungsoo is going to fall asleep knowing the wall has some of his cum across it).
After cleaning up, they move back onto the bed when the time catches Kyungsoo’s eye. “We have work in three hours,” he mutters, sliding in next to Jongin. He wraps his arms around the younger boy’s slim waist.
“It’s your fault we’re getting such little sleep,” Jongin replies with a laugh. Kyungsoo smiles into the boy’s neck but says nothing. It was his fault, he supposes, but it was also in part Jongin’s for being there, as sexy as fuck. How was he to resist this boyfriend of his?
Kyungsoo says nothing and instead lies still, listening to the slowing of Jongin’s breathing, the feeling of his stomach rising and falling with every breath. Kyungsoo falls asleep to this; he falls asleep to Jongin. And this time, when Kyungsoo dreams, he is a unicorn and Jongin is a fairy and the two use their magic to save the world.
It was a really good dream.
Sehun wakes up in Tao’s arms. His head is groggy and it takes him awhile for him to remember that he’s back in their apartment, that they had fallen asleep while watching some late night talk show Tao loves. His neck hurts and his legs shake as he stands, but Sehun is happy to be home - he’s happy to be anywhere that isn’t his cell, but mostly he’s happy to be in Tao’s arms.
He decides to make breakfast, something he never does. But Sehun is grateful. Sure he is a bad person, but Sehun is also a good friend. And Tao has always been the best friend he could have asked for.
There isn’t much in the kitchen, so Sehun settles for bacon and eggs. He’s not a bad cook, really. He just has a bit of a habit of things catching on fire - even when he doesn’t want them to. He sets the stove to a low setting and begins to cook, starting off with the bacon.
It’s not long before the smells and sounds (many of which are Sehun swearing as he trips and breaks almost the whole carton of eggs) wake Tao up. Sehun watches as the boy rolls off the couch and onto the hard floor. Sehun chuckles and returns his gaze towards the bacon (that’s almost burnt and Sehun has to run around finding a plate and some paper towels that he can lie them out on).
By the time he’s starting on the eggs, Tao is in the room with him, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. They stay like this for a few minutes, swaying back in forth a bit. Tao’s head is resting on Sehun’s shoulder and he kisses the boy’s neck lightly.
“Hyung,” Sehun whines, “the eggs are burning.”
Tao laughs and replies, “So?” but he lets go of the boy so he can finish up his cooking. “I can’t remember the last time you cooked me food,” he tells the other as he grabs plates out of the cupboard.
“I can’t either,” Sehun jokes, dishing the eggs out on the places Tao hands him. He adds some bacon to the plates as well and takes them over to the table. Tao scoops them rice and the two settle down.
It’s quiet except for the sound of them eating. Sehun adds too much salt to his eggs and not enough pepper, but overall they’re not bad. He’s proud of himself. Nothing caught on fire and no one is poisoned. It’s a good day. Tao normally cooks if they eat at home, but often they just opt for fast food and Chinese take out.
“It’s good being home,” Sehun whispers to himself as he finishes his food. Tao is still eating his rice and Sehun is watching him as he scoops large bites into his mouth. Tao catches Sehun watching and grins.
“It’s really not much of a home,” Tao says once his mouth is free of food. “But I’m glad you’re here too. It was just a few days, but the apartment feels so empty without you.”
“The apartment? At least you weren’t stuck in jail, Hyung,” Sehun responds, hitting the other lightly on the arm. He takes their dishes into the kitchen and starts filling up the sink with water. Sehun even wants to wash dishes. There is definitely something wrong.
He adds soap to the water and bubbles form. “I guess next time you go to jail I’ll have to go with you.”
Sehun turns around and looks at Tao, his face stern. “Don’t even joke about that. You can’t go to jail, Tao. I won’t let it happen.”
Tao looks at the smaller boy and smiles. He reaches out and touches the boy’s face, stroking it lightly. “I won’t let you go to jail ever again, Sehun-ah. I promise.”
“Good, you better not.”
“Yeah? And if I don’t? What will you do?” Tao questions, laughing.
Sehun grins and says, “This,” as he splashes the water from the sink onto Tao, the bubbles clinging to his skin, water drenching his white tank.
Tao’s eyes grow wide and he shakes his head. “Just remember you started this,” he says and splashes more water back onto Sehun. The two continue to fight, filling glasses up with water just to pour on the other, smothering the bubbles into the other’s face, until they eventually are rolling around on the kitchen floor, clinging to each other, soaked.
Sehun is the first to burst out laughing, his laugh loud, radiant and it’s only a second before Tao is joining in as well, his laugh a little bit more reserved than his dongsaeng. Sehun is in Tao’s arms again, his head against the other’s chest.
“We should dry off,” Tao suggests a few minutes later. “And shower for you, Sehun-ah. You really smell.”
“Yah!” Sehun responds, but chuckles anyway. “You should shower, too; don’t want you catching a cold.”
Tao nods and the two get up off each other, Sehun helping to pull the other off the floor. Their hands stay locked as they make their way to the bathroom and squeeze into the small shower together. Sehun can’t help but smile - and smile wide. Things feel good with Tao. Things fit together with Tao. Sehun almost feels like he’s a normal guy living in a shit apartment with his boyfriend. He’s not - he’s so far from it - but Sehun clings to that thought.
Kris feels wrong kissing Luhan. He’s not sure why. The kiss itself feels good, the two so in sync that Kris curses himself for waiting so long to hook up with Luhan that first time. But it feels weird, off, out of place - he feels so wrong.
Okay, fine. Kris knows what it is. Because no matter how good this kiss with Luhan is - and it really is phenomenal; Luhan really knows what he’s doing - his thoughts keep bouncing back to Zitao. Fucking Huang Zitao.
Luckily for Kris they can’t kiss long and have to read to work, the two struggling out of bed. Kris watches as Luhan runs in out and of the bathroom, slowly putting his clothes on. Kris eventually gets up as well, throwing on the only clean clothes he has at the time. He is the worst at laundry and Luhan refuses to do it for him (“I won’t always be around, Kris. You need to learn how to take care of yourself.”).
They head for work, hands locked once more. It feels so nice and Kris wants to keep his thoughts on Luhan for as long as they can - at least until he gets to work and has to start thinking about murder and arson and gangs. Kris keeps glancing over at the smaller boy and smiles. He won’t let himself think of Zitao. He won’t. What good would it do anyway? None. Absolutely no good.
It’s just... seeing him for the first time in so many years was so hard and surprising. They hadn’t left on the best of terms either and maybe that’s what Kris wants - a chance to make things up to him. Kris knows he hurt the younger boy; he also knows there is nothing he can do it totally make up for it, but he should try. Right?
So that settles it in Kris’ mind. He’ll call Zitao, they’ll hang out, Kris will say he’s sorry, ask what he can do to tell, help him, and that’s it. Kris will not be pulled under the boy’s charm and not smile every time he laughs or hold his hand as they head to the movies or have him rest his head on his shoulder.
Kris shakes his head, shaking the thoughts. No. None of that is going to happen. Kris has Luhan. And while what he has with Luhan isn’t anything specific and may not be permanent, it’s something. It’s real and substantial and Kris can’t hold onto this boy he hasn’t seen in years.
Instead Kris continues to hold on Luhan’s hand. Because Luhan, really, is everything he wants.
Except, he admits only in the furthest part of his mind, he’s not Zitao.
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 3,235 words
Summay: Luhan and Kris, two of the best detectives, are up against the most destructive gang in L.A., lead by Byun Baekhyun, with Oh Sehun as his second hand man. When Sehun is caught, Luhan is lost, struggling with his past, his future, and how cute Sehun looks when he smiles.
Author's Note: There is smut this chapter and I don't normally write smut so I hope it's not too bad ~ And thanks for reading as well, of course.
Despite living in separate apartments, Kyungsoo finds himself in bed with Jongin once again. It’s three in the morning and they’ve barely come back from work. Long nights like these are the worst. It makes sense for Kyungsoo to just crash at Jongin’s as his house is much closer to the station than Kyungsoo’s. He also doesn’t mind the feeling of the boy next to him as he falls asleep.
But he can’t fall asleep. It’s been weeks since he last slept proper. And when he does sleep, well, he dreams. And they are not good dreams. When he was growing up, Kyungsoo had the sweetest dreams. He had one where he had a unicorn that flew him across the whole world. He’d have dreams where he was a merman, where he was a superhero. Kyungsoo had great, fun dreams.
Now all he has are nightmares.
He has Jongin, too, but the boy is asleep. He never seems to have problems and falls asleep so quickly after they’re home. They haven’t fucked in over a week because they’ve been so busy and it’s starting to become too much.
So Kyungsoo lies there, unable to sleep and horny, with his boyfriend sleeping next to him. What a fucking pain.
Kyungsoo lies as still as he can for another half hour, believing that if he acts like he’s asleep, it will just have to happen. It doesn’t. He decides to just get out of bed and watch some TV. Or better yet, one of the many porn videos Jongin has lying around his house. Anything would be good at this point.
As he’s getting up, he feels Jongin’s hand against his back. “Where are you going?” he mumbles, soft, his voice sweet. Kyungsoo turns around; Jongin is lying there, arm outstretched towards him, eyes half open. He looks so tired, so sweet and serine and Kyungsoo has never wanted to kiss him more than he does at that moment.
So he does. He gives in. He knows that really, the two of them should be sleeping and Kyungsoo kissing the outline of this collarbone isn’t really helping. It’s weird for him to be in this position - normally it’s Jongin who’s on top, who’s in control. It’s kind of nice, though, watching Jongin squirm beneath him as he kisses his way down his bare chest.
At this point, Jongin is no longer half asleep, but rather is running his hands through Kyungsoo’s hair, moaning with each touch of the older’s lips against his skin. Kyungsoo reaches the end of his stomach and is blocked by Jongin’s boxers. He stops and grins up at the younger boy before pulling down his boxers with his teeth.
Jongin’s breath is caught in his throat as Kyungsoo’s mouth becomes busy again, licking the precum that is dripping from his hard cock. The taste is sweet and Kyungsoo is lost in Jongin’s soft moans and as he whisper’s out the boy’s name. He likes being so in charge, having the younger boy under his control.
He licks up and down, taking time to swirl his tongue around the head. He keeps this going for a few minutes until Jongin whispers, his voice raspy, “Kyungsoo, please,” and Kyungsoo can’t say no to his dongsaeng.
Kyungsoo smiles and put the boy’s cock in his mouth, his mouth warm, wet, and Jongin calls out his name as Kyungsoo bobs his head up and down. He keeps this going, with breaks in between to lick across the boy’s shaft.
The older boy stands up, Jongin’s cock harder than ever. Kyungsoo grabs lube and a condom out of his dresser and then rushes back to Jongin, kissing him again, hungry. While every part of Jongin tastes good, nothing tastes as good as his lips, his tongue. They kiss, lips crashing. He licks the insides of his mouth, the other’s lips. Their kisses get sloppier the longer they’re going.
As they kiss, Jongin starts taking control again, his hands reaching out and grabbing hold of the other’s nipples, twisting them around, pulling, tugging. Kyungsoo moans into his mouth. Soon Jongin’s mouth leaves and joins his hands, sucking on one nipple as his hand plays with the other. He bites lightly and Kyungsoo moans. Despite his enjoyment of being in charge before, this is what Kyungsoo likes more.
He wriggles beneath him as Jongin switches nipples. He is shaking and runs his hands through his hair, along his neck, the top of his back. His fingers trail lightly, leaving goosebumps across Jongin’s skin. Jongin soon makes his way further down, biting here and there and then licking the area, over and over again. Kyungsoo can’t stop saying his name over and over again. “Jongin-ah, Jongin-ah, Jongin-ah.” It only encourages Jongin on, who quickly flips the older boy over onto his stomach.
He quickly slides the other’s boxers down, throwing them aside. He attacks the boy’s ass, first with his hands, spanking him, the sound loud - and even louder as Kyungsoo yelps out in pain. He starts to kiss the red marks, before licking all across his bum. He spread the lighter boy’s cheeks apart and grabbing the lube that’s next to Kyungsoo, begins to prep his asshole.
He puts one finger in first, wiggling it around Kyungsoo’s warm hole and the younger boy shakes beneath him. He pumps his finger in and out as his free hand squees his asscheeks. It’s not long until he adds another finger in, stretching him out just a bit more. He’s much wider now than when they started dating, but Jongin loves this prep time. He loves stretching the boy out and watching him shake under him, his legs going weak.
And the third finger is in and Jongin’s hands are moving fast, rough, his other hand clasping so tightly to Kyungsoo’s ass, his fingers digging in deep. He hears Kyungsoo call his name out, loud, and Jongin knows he’s found the boy’s prostate and pumps faster.
Jongin flips Kyungsoo over so he can see the boy’s face. He pulls out and begins preparing his dick with a condom and lube. He spreads some on the boy’s ass as well. Jongin lift’s the boys legs up onto his shoulders so he has better access to the boy’s hole.
He looks at Kyungsoo, whose eyes are closed, face scrunched as Jongin puts the head of his dick inside of his ass. It goes in easy and Jongin starts slow, the feeling immense as he moans out. “Your ass is so tight, Hyung. You feel so... good,” he grunts out, his speed picking up slightly.
Kyungsoo has this look of complete bliss on his face that makes Jongin smirk. This is what he’s here for. He picks up speed, his dick almost completely coming out each time as he continues. Kyungsoo moves forward in sync with Jongin and Jongin finds himself deeper than before, and Kyungsoo moans louder than he had been.
Jongin leans down and kisses Kyungsoo as rough as he can, biting his lower lip, licking the lines on his face. He reaches down, grabbing hold of his hard cock and slowly slides his hand up and down. Kyungsoo’s moans are stifled by Jongin’s lips against his, but he’s still loud and it’s driving Jongin crazy.
They stop kissing and Jongin attacks the boy’s legs, his skin so creamy, so soft, as he bites it, leaving marks everywhere he goes. Kyungsoo squeaks out his name over and over again and, god, Jongin is so close to coming.
He can tell that Kyungsoo is as well, and Jongin responds to the boys groans with his hand speeding up just a bit and biting down as hard as he can on the boy’s calf. Jongin slows down a bit, wanting to keep this going for just a bit longer. It’s been so long - they’ve been so busy and Jongin is sick of having to take care of himself in the shower as they rush off to work.
He’s going to enjoy this.
The younger pulls out and pulls Kyungsoo off the bed and carries him across the room, throwing him up against the wall. They kiss more, and Jongin groans as Kyungsoo wraps his legs around his waist. They just kiss for a few minutes before Kyungsoo breaks them apart and mumbles, his voice raspy, “Aren’t you going to finish what you started?”
Jongin smirks at this and shoves himself back inside of Kyungsoo’s tight hole and starts off fast. His hands are busy holding the boy up so he uses his mouth to please Kyungsoo, giving special attention to his collarbone, leaving wet kisses along his way.
And he is so close - it’s been building up and Jongin knows he won’t be long, but he slows down. He wants Kyungsoo to come first. He wants to watch his boyfriend explode in front of him. He licks as much of the boy’s chest as he can, giving as much attention to the boy’s stiff nipples as he can, sucking, biting.
“Close,” Kyungsoo mumbles out a few minutes later. Jongin smiles wide and replies, “Good,” as he starts to speed up once again, pushing up against Kyungsoo’s prostate with as much force as possible.
It’s not long before Kyungsoo is coming, shooting up onto his chest. Jongin feels the older boy’s body shake in his arms as the cum continues to shoot out. The darker boy smiles and begins to lick the boy’s chest with more fervor than before, eating everything that the boy had left for him.
And Jongin meets Kyungsoo’s lips again, sharing his tasty snack with the other. Kyungsoo tastes so good and that along with whatever the fuck Kyungsoo is doing with his tongue pushes Jongin over the edge and he’s coming, letting out a loud “Hyung!” as he does so.
His legs shake and the two find themselves on the floor, Jongin’s dick still in the boy’s ass. They eventually untangle themselves and Kyungsoo goes to the bathroom to get a rag to clean up their mess (because there’s no way that Kyungsoo is going to fall asleep knowing the wall has some of his cum across it).
After cleaning up, they move back onto the bed when the time catches Kyungsoo’s eye. “We have work in three hours,” he mutters, sliding in next to Jongin. He wraps his arms around the younger boy’s slim waist.
“It’s your fault we’re getting such little sleep,” Jongin replies with a laugh. Kyungsoo smiles into the boy’s neck but says nothing. It was his fault, he supposes, but it was also in part Jongin’s for being there, as sexy as fuck. How was he to resist this boyfriend of his?
Kyungsoo says nothing and instead lies still, listening to the slowing of Jongin’s breathing, the feeling of his stomach rising and falling with every breath. Kyungsoo falls asleep to this; he falls asleep to Jongin. And this time, when Kyungsoo dreams, he is a unicorn and Jongin is a fairy and the two use their magic to save the world.
It was a really good dream.
Sehun wakes up in Tao’s arms. His head is groggy and it takes him awhile for him to remember that he’s back in their apartment, that they had fallen asleep while watching some late night talk show Tao loves. His neck hurts and his legs shake as he stands, but Sehun is happy to be home - he’s happy to be anywhere that isn’t his cell, but mostly he’s happy to be in Tao’s arms.
He decides to make breakfast, something he never does. But Sehun is grateful. Sure he is a bad person, but Sehun is also a good friend. And Tao has always been the best friend he could have asked for.
There isn’t much in the kitchen, so Sehun settles for bacon and eggs. He’s not a bad cook, really. He just has a bit of a habit of things catching on fire - even when he doesn’t want them to. He sets the stove to a low setting and begins to cook, starting off with the bacon.
It’s not long before the smells and sounds (many of which are Sehun swearing as he trips and breaks almost the whole carton of eggs) wake Tao up. Sehun watches as the boy rolls off the couch and onto the hard floor. Sehun chuckles and returns his gaze towards the bacon (that’s almost burnt and Sehun has to run around finding a plate and some paper towels that he can lie them out on).
By the time he’s starting on the eggs, Tao is in the room with him, wrapping his arms around his waist from behind. They stay like this for a few minutes, swaying back in forth a bit. Tao’s head is resting on Sehun’s shoulder and he kisses the boy’s neck lightly.
“Hyung,” Sehun whines, “the eggs are burning.”
Tao laughs and replies, “So?” but he lets go of the boy so he can finish up his cooking. “I can’t remember the last time you cooked me food,” he tells the other as he grabs plates out of the cupboard.
“I can’t either,” Sehun jokes, dishing the eggs out on the places Tao hands him. He adds some bacon to the plates as well and takes them over to the table. Tao scoops them rice and the two settle down.
It’s quiet except for the sound of them eating. Sehun adds too much salt to his eggs and not enough pepper, but overall they’re not bad. He’s proud of himself. Nothing caught on fire and no one is poisoned. It’s a good day. Tao normally cooks if they eat at home, but often they just opt for fast food and Chinese take out.
“It’s good being home,” Sehun whispers to himself as he finishes his food. Tao is still eating his rice and Sehun is watching him as he scoops large bites into his mouth. Tao catches Sehun watching and grins.
“It’s really not much of a home,” Tao says once his mouth is free of food. “But I’m glad you’re here too. It was just a few days, but the apartment feels so empty without you.”
“The apartment? At least you weren’t stuck in jail, Hyung,” Sehun responds, hitting the other lightly on the arm. He takes their dishes into the kitchen and starts filling up the sink with water. Sehun even wants to wash dishes. There is definitely something wrong.
He adds soap to the water and bubbles form. “I guess next time you go to jail I’ll have to go with you.”
Sehun turns around and looks at Tao, his face stern. “Don’t even joke about that. You can’t go to jail, Tao. I won’t let it happen.”
Tao looks at the smaller boy and smiles. He reaches out and touches the boy’s face, stroking it lightly. “I won’t let you go to jail ever again, Sehun-ah. I promise.”
“Good, you better not.”
“Yeah? And if I don’t? What will you do?” Tao questions, laughing.
Sehun grins and says, “This,” as he splashes the water from the sink onto Tao, the bubbles clinging to his skin, water drenching his white tank.
Tao’s eyes grow wide and he shakes his head. “Just remember you started this,” he says and splashes more water back onto Sehun. The two continue to fight, filling glasses up with water just to pour on the other, smothering the bubbles into the other’s face, until they eventually are rolling around on the kitchen floor, clinging to each other, soaked.
Sehun is the first to burst out laughing, his laugh loud, radiant and it’s only a second before Tao is joining in as well, his laugh a little bit more reserved than his dongsaeng. Sehun is in Tao’s arms again, his head against the other’s chest.
“We should dry off,” Tao suggests a few minutes later. “And shower for you, Sehun-ah. You really smell.”
“Yah!” Sehun responds, but chuckles anyway. “You should shower, too; don’t want you catching a cold.”
Tao nods and the two get up off each other, Sehun helping to pull the other off the floor. Their hands stay locked as they make their way to the bathroom and squeeze into the small shower together. Sehun can’t help but smile - and smile wide. Things feel good with Tao. Things fit together with Tao. Sehun almost feels like he’s a normal guy living in a shit apartment with his boyfriend. He’s not - he’s so far from it - but Sehun clings to that thought.
Kris feels wrong kissing Luhan. He’s not sure why. The kiss itself feels good, the two so in sync that Kris curses himself for waiting so long to hook up with Luhan that first time. But it feels weird, off, out of place - he feels so wrong.
Okay, fine. Kris knows what it is. Because no matter how good this kiss with Luhan is - and it really is phenomenal; Luhan really knows what he’s doing - his thoughts keep bouncing back to Zitao. Fucking Huang Zitao.
Luckily for Kris they can’t kiss long and have to read to work, the two struggling out of bed. Kris watches as Luhan runs in out and of the bathroom, slowly putting his clothes on. Kris eventually gets up as well, throwing on the only clean clothes he has at the time. He is the worst at laundry and Luhan refuses to do it for him (“I won’t always be around, Kris. You need to learn how to take care of yourself.”).
They head for work, hands locked once more. It feels so nice and Kris wants to keep his thoughts on Luhan for as long as they can - at least until he gets to work and has to start thinking about murder and arson and gangs. Kris keeps glancing over at the smaller boy and smiles. He won’t let himself think of Zitao. He won’t. What good would it do anyway? None. Absolutely no good.
It’s just... seeing him for the first time in so many years was so hard and surprising. They hadn’t left on the best of terms either and maybe that’s what Kris wants - a chance to make things up to him. Kris knows he hurt the younger boy; he also knows there is nothing he can do it totally make up for it, but he should try. Right?
So that settles it in Kris’ mind. He’ll call Zitao, they’ll hang out, Kris will say he’s sorry, ask what he can do to tell, help him, and that’s it. Kris will not be pulled under the boy’s charm and not smile every time he laughs or hold his hand as they head to the movies or have him rest his head on his shoulder.
Kris shakes his head, shaking the thoughts. No. None of that is going to happen. Kris has Luhan. And while what he has with Luhan isn’t anything specific and may not be permanent, it’s something. It’s real and substantial and Kris can’t hold onto this boy he hasn’t seen in years.
Instead Kris continues to hold on Luhan’s hand. Because Luhan, really, is everything he wants.
Except, he admits only in the furthest part of his mind, he’s not Zitao.