[Series]Betrayal -- A Prequel
Title : Betrayal - A Prequel, chapter 1
Author : freedomthisway
Rating : R for the usage of bad languages and mention of porn.
Character/Pairing : Eunhyuk, Yehsung, Junsu and other made up characters/YeHyuk, friendship HyukSu.
Word Count : 2563 words for this chapter
Warning : Bad, bad Yehsungie.
Genre : angst, maybe a bit of crack, and then angst again/Office AU
Prologue Summary : It’s the story about Hyukjae in the past, and there’s Yehsung, there’s a self-recorded porn, there’s betrayal, there’s a glorious career suddenly hit the bottom, and it’s all united to create the character of Hyukjae I need to build the story in the oncoming sequel the way I want it.
Oh, and there’s Junsu as Hyukjae’s knight in shining armor, platonically. :DD
Author’s note: At first, I don’t get YeHyuk. I mean, yes, Yehsung is hot and Hyukjae is adhagsdfsdvajk~! But pairing them together: never crossed my mind before. Yet lots of my LJ friends love YeHyuk and are always flailing around when a YeHyuk fic is posted by someone.
But then one day, I joined hyukaday, browsing through every picture, found lots of YeHyuk moments captured on camera, and finally I get it.
YeHyuk is indeed a very interesting and a total eyecandy pairing. Just imagine: an awkward cute boy and a mysteriously handsome fail man are in a relationship. Mmm… yummy.
Anyway, this prequel series is for xnhi a.k.a runawayxxlovee who has been so very awesome for helping me make my dream of creating an alive KangHyuk community finally comes true. And also I dedicate this for all SuJu fans out there who have YeHyuk as their kink, especially those in Nhi's LJ f-list(hello kiirohana16 and renichifreak…:D),
But I have to warn you that if the ending goes up as how I plan it, you guys might want to kill me when this ends. LOL
Hope you like it, Nhi~!
Lee Hyukjae is 24 this year.
And --thanks to his average face and his awkwardness that doesn’t disappear even after he no longer wearing that stupid high school uniforms and his face has been cleared from pimples-- he has spent 24 years of his life without having even a single God’s honest truth relationship.
Well, there was that asshole in his high school that made a move on him for a lousy bet. And that nerdy looking guy in his university days that declared his love for him forth and back just so he could get better marks in his subjects with Hyukjae on his back.
And then there was that scary bulky guy with terrifying moustache Hyukjae met a few months ago after chatting with him on-line for two weeks. Hyukjae still shivered at the memory of weird looking whips hung on his wall and various sizes of black dildos neatly placed on his bedside table and his question to the suddenly scared Hyukjae: Hey, before we start, what’s your safe word again?
To sum the story short, Hyukjae never knows the feeling of being loved. And to make things worse than it has been, he is still a virgin.
Ever since he started working in this advertisement company two years ago, Hyukjae has been bending over backwards to change that. He even starts to primp 15 minutes longer in front of his mirror before finally get off to work.
He also tries to get more attention from people by finishing every task given to him splendidly and racks his brain out the night before a meeting to be able to show up with bright ideas he can share with those people in the meeting room the next day.
But when you get views of seas of handsome men and beautiful women who dress stylishly and professionally and walk confidently as if they have clouds under their feet, you won’t even spare your eyes to notice a lanky-average-looking-closeted-gay-guy with even-more-average-clothes hunching over piles of paperwork in his desk.
The only good thing he gets from all of his effort is his promotion into HRD Head position, making him the youngest Department Head the company ever had.
And as much grateful Hyukjae is for his new position, things turn out to be even more difficult for him.
Oh, he is finally being noticed alright, now that he has this big shiny wooden desk and this large office with big glasses windows all over it and a full control over the fate of every employee’s career in the company.
But still, nobody looks at him with wanting eyes.
They look at him with respect, or jealousy, sometimes anger, and even worse they look at him with fear a couple of times.
Lately, Hyukjae is getting more and more certain that he’ll die with his virginity intact.
Until one day he meets Yehsung.
---00o00---
Hyukjae has just finished filling his cup full with coffee from the coffee machine in one of the corners of the office, when a hand pats his shoulder once from behind.
Hyukjae turns around and sees a grinning man. A very handsome grinning man, if Hyukjae may add.
“Hyukjae-sshi?” The man greets him and Hyukjae frowns at the expression of familiarity this guy used because, seriously, Hyukjae hasn’t been that lucky to have known guy this fine in his past.
“Excuse me?” Hyukjae asks back with half smile, his head is cocked to the side from the confusion.
Yet the man’s grin doesn’t falter. If anything, it only gets wider.
“I knew you wouldn’t remember me.” He says and reaches out one of his long arms towards Hyukjae. “I’m Kim Jongwoon, one of the senior in your high school. But please, just call me Yehsung.”
Hyukjae stares at the hand long before shaking it with his own. He still can’t remember this guy, though it is most likely due to his near zero socialization during high school, which of course, brings out an interesting question.
“You knew about me in high school?” Hyukjae asks, half unbelieving and half pleased that it makes him forget a bit about politeness.
Yehsung laughs shyly this time, and Hyukjae swears he could see a tiny tinge of pink on the older man’s cheeks. Hyukjae blames his awkwardness when he was suddenly blushing too at that.
“Yeah, well.” Yehsung clears his throat. “You were kind of hard to spot on back in high school. But I saw you sometimes when I went back from my basketball practice. You were in that empty gymnastic storehouse, trying out some weird dance moves.”
Hyukjae kind of wants to kill himself at hearing that.
Great, Hyukjae thinks, he saw me in my most nerdish moment.
At that time dancing was starting to be a hot stuff to do at school. All those ‘cool’ kids in Hyukjae’s high school could dance very well. And Hyukjae, being the popular-wannabe-nerd-kid that he was, was secretly busting his ass off to learn some dance moves.
At first, to become his schoolmate’s center of attention was the only reason for him to learn dancing. But then he fell in love to it and just couldn’t stop doing it until now.
Which was a regretful situation because if only Yehsung’s timing of seeing him dancing for the first time was right now, then Hyukjae won’t be feeling homicidal like this.
Although it has been years since he decided to dance only in private, Hyukjae can safely say that his dancing skill now: is not bad. But a few years back in high school, he must have looked like a clumsy and pathetic swaying stick.
Yehsung smiles again at Hyukjae’s expression. “You were really cute back then.” The older man says and he looks so sincere that this time Hyukjae thinks he really has every reason in the world to blush madly.
---00o00---
It turns out Yehsung is an employee of MK Advertisement, one of Hyukjae’s company competitors moving in the same business. But unlike some other competitors, MK Company and his company has been maintaining a pretty good relationship, though maybe it is because they haven’t met in a situation where they have to bump each other’s head yet.
Yehsung is here for a business cause. His company sent him to offer Hyukjae’s company, KOOL, a cooperation proposal in a project because it is too big to be handled by one company.
And since every guest in KOOL needs to pass Hyukjae before they get to meet the CEO, Yehsung is in his way of looking for him. Hyukjae’s assistant has said that Hyukjae is off a couple of minutes to get some coffee, so Yehsung was just strolling around the office, waiting for Hyukjae to come back.
“And that’s when I saw and recognized you.” Yehsung says with a grin. “I never thought that you are the HRD Head I was looking for.”
Hyukjae blushes again, and grins along with him.
And soon, thanks to the proposal that is finally approved by Hyukjae’s boss and the joint-project after, Hyukjae finds him and Yehsung getting to meet more often.
Yehsung is a very fun person to be friend with that Hyukjae isn’t surprised when they end up having lunch together almost everyday. But what makes Hyukjae surprised is the fact that day after day, Yehsung never ceases to show intense attention towards him.
It was weird, because (a) It was rare for a man, moreover a handsome man, to make a move on him, and (b) Yehsung’s attention has been making Hyukjae fly higher and higher with each day passed and it is so very addictive and Hyukjae is a little scared that one day he’d fall down hard, again, just like those times in his past.
And there is also that thing where Yehsung is ethically a forbidden fruit for Hyukjae, what’s with him being one of the executives in competitor’s company and all. If anyone in KOOL knows that Hyukjae is considering very seriously whether or not he’ll ask Yehsung to cut the shit and just fuck him on somewhere flat already, then his career will be damned for eternity.
But it has been so long, and what Yehsung seems to offer is maybe just the thing Hyukjae has desperately tried to find.
That was why, when one afternoon Yehsung calls him on his cell and asks if Hyukjae might want to have dinner for two in Yehsung’s house with Yehsung’s cooking, then all reasons inside Hyukjae’s head suddenly fly out the window and all he can think of is just wishing Yehsung does’t notice that he is out of breath and totally super excited when he says ‘Yeah, sure’ as the answer.
Because hell yeah, why not?
---00o00---
To tell the truth, Hyukjae never knew how he survived being a virgin for so long.
Hyukjae had made peace since long time ago with the fact that he, Lee Hyukjae, was actually a lustful man with wide imagination and handful of sex libidos, more than he could sometimes control.
At first he didn’t want to acknowledge it because his parents were a faithful Christian, thank you, and they raised him well and taught him enough manners to believe that having sex before marriage would definitely be your instant one way passport to hell.
With that said, he grew up as a man with dignity and morals.
Well, at least until he was 16 and realized that within the last 4 months, he had been jacking off to porn videos approximately 15 times a day. And not just any porn, it was a porn where you won't see any boobs.
Hyukjae kind of gave a new meaning to the phrase: horny gay teenager.
But even though most of the times the majority of his blood flowed towards his lower body didn’t mean that his brain was left with nothing.
Hyukjae was fully aware that displaying his lusty gay side to his parents wouldn’t be a wise act. He still wanted to finish high school and continue to university after all. And he wouldn’t be able to do that if his parents kicked him out of the house or disowned him or something. His part time jobs could only afford him his supply of gay porn videos anyway.
So Hyukjae spent his youth making a really good friend with his right hand and a locked room’s door. While in university, he had been more mature and controlled, which meant he was trying to bury all his desires and lusts under piles of books and journals. It succeeded in making him the best scholar graduate of the year with a nerdy reputation and tons of repressed sexual frustrations.
Even when he was in some fucked up relationships with that betting jock and the leeching nerd, the most he got was one or two random make outs due to his suddenly softened cock every time they started to get heated up. So all he could do was making his boyfriend come with his mouth just to end the date quickly and save him the embarrassment.
Perhaps his body was smarter than his brain and refused to be turned on by someone who secretly called Hyukjae names and sneered at him when he wasn’t around.
And Hyukjae wouldn’t even touch the story behind his one-night-stand-became-disaster-featuring-the-hairy-sadistic-bulky-guy with ten foot pole because seriously, Hyukjae still got the chill every time he remember the fear he felt as he was fumbling to make his escape from the guy’s bathroom window.
By the time he stood on his own feet, working and living separately from his parents, Hyukjae was actually ready to lash off all those sexual frustrations. But apparently competition for capturing a mating partner was even tighter in a working world and Hyukjae was forced to renew his friendship with his right hand if he didn’t want to get a serious case of severe blue-balls in his hand.
But tonight he is here, in Yehsung’s house, eating Yehsung’s cooking, listening with half awe as Yehsung asks him if he wants to accompany him watching one of Yehsung’s favorite, an 80s drama movie or something , later.
Hyukjae accepts the invitation, in a way he hopes to be sounded as casual as it can be. And he suddenly wants to choke himself because why in the world does it make him feel like a bride having her first night with her husband, for God sake?!
If only the reason behind Hyukjae’s saying yes to the offer was because Yehsung’s such a great cook and accepting his kind offer is just Hyukjae’s way of saying thank you, then perhaps Hyukjae won’t feel this jittery as he is finally sitting with Yehsung side by side on the couch.
Yehsung is leaning forward once and then twice as he grabs the remote off the coffee table in front of them and then puts away the flower vase that is blocking their view towards the giant TV, and Hyukjae’s unconsciously staring at Yehsung’s back where his muscles are flexing and contracting to accommodate his movement beneath the thin layer of his shirt. It’s a much bigger distraction then the vase --now that he thinks about it-- and Hyukjae misses a couple minutes of the first scene already by the time he’s forced his eyes to look at the screen.
Things are getting worse for Hyukjae when it turns out Yehsung is a hyperactive bastard. The movie has been running for 30 minutes and Yehsung’s hand has unintentionally touched Hyukjae’s hand five times, his knee has bumped Hyukjae’s more than ten times, and his shoulder has stuck to Hyukjae’s for the last 15 minutes. Not to mention his smoky laugh every time one of the character, Jean-whatever (Hyukjae has not possessed enough concentration at the moment to catch up the name), makes some random jokes on the heroine. The vibration of his laugh feels inexplicably erotic on Hyukjae’s skin.
Hyukjae is hard as hell and the fact that he isn’t even watching porn at the moment makes him harder, and either Yehsung is very good at pretending OR he is too absorbed in watching the movie and is completely oblivious to Hyukjae’s thinning self-control.
But then all of a sudden Yehsung’s hand landed on Hyukjae’s thigh and Hyukjae stares at the hand hard when it doesn’t go away. The place where Yehsung’s palm meets his pants burns. The heat spreads like wild fire throughout Hyukjae’s body and it’s already too late for Hyukjae to do anything about it as all of a sudden he just growls loudly.
The growls are heard clearly in the room and Hyukjae is holding his breath as Yehsung turns his head to him. His thumb is still on the remote, over the paused button that he pressed a second earlier.
“Hyukjae?” Yehsung asks and he leans his face closer to Hyukjae. “Are you okay? Your face is red.”
And apparently, it’s the last rope unbind for Hyukjae’s lust because instead of answering, Hyukjae lurches forward and kisses Yehsung with all his might.
It’s very odd because for a second Hyukjae swears he can feel Yehsung’s lips form a smirk under his before Yehsung’s hands finally wrap around him and his mouth take control over the deepening kiss.
But Hyukjae has no more blood left in his brain to think about that.
That night, Lee Hyukjae finally loses his virginity and tastes the real sex.
TBC
Author : freedomthisway
Rating : R for the usage of bad languages and mention of porn.
Character/Pairing : Eunhyuk, Yehsung, Junsu and other made up characters/YeHyuk, friendship HyukSu.
Word Count : 2563 words for this chapter
Warning : Bad, bad Yehsungie.
Genre : angst, maybe a bit of crack, and then angst again/Office AU
Prologue Summary : It’s the story about Hyukjae in the past, and there’s Yehsung, there’s a self-recorded porn, there’s betrayal, there’s a glorious career suddenly hit the bottom, and it’s all united to create the character of Hyukjae I need to build the story in the oncoming sequel the way I want it.
Oh, and there’s Junsu as Hyukjae’s knight in shining armor, platonically. :DD
Author’s note: At first, I don’t get YeHyuk. I mean, yes, Yehsung is hot and Hyukjae is adhagsdfsdvajk~! But pairing them together: never crossed my mind before. Yet lots of my LJ friends love YeHyuk and are always flailing around when a YeHyuk fic is posted by someone.
But then one day, I joined hyukaday, browsing through every picture, found lots of YeHyuk moments captured on camera, and finally I get it.
YeHyuk is indeed a very interesting and a total eyecandy pairing. Just imagine: an awkward cute boy and a mysteriously handsome fail man are in a relationship. Mmm… yummy.
Anyway, this prequel series is for xnhi a.k.a runawayxxlovee who has been so very awesome for helping me make my dream of creating an alive KangHyuk community finally comes true. And also I dedicate this for all SuJu fans out there who have YeHyuk as their kink, especially those in Nhi's LJ f-list(hello kiirohana16 and renichifreak…:D),
But I have to warn you that if the ending goes up as how I plan it, you guys might want to kill me when this ends. LOL
Hope you like it, Nhi~!
Lee Hyukjae is 24 this year.
And --thanks to his average face and his awkwardness that doesn’t disappear even after he no longer wearing that stupid high school uniforms and his face has been cleared from pimples-- he has spent 24 years of his life without having even a single God’s honest truth relationship.
Well, there was that asshole in his high school that made a move on him for a lousy bet. And that nerdy looking guy in his university days that declared his love for him forth and back just so he could get better marks in his subjects with Hyukjae on his back.
And then there was that scary bulky guy with terrifying moustache Hyukjae met a few months ago after chatting with him on-line for two weeks. Hyukjae still shivered at the memory of weird looking whips hung on his wall and various sizes of black dildos neatly placed on his bedside table and his question to the suddenly scared Hyukjae: Hey, before we start, what’s your safe word again?
To sum the story short, Hyukjae never knows the feeling of being loved. And to make things worse than it has been, he is still a virgin.
Ever since he started working in this advertisement company two years ago, Hyukjae has been bending over backwards to change that. He even starts to primp 15 minutes longer in front of his mirror before finally get off to work.
He also tries to get more attention from people by finishing every task given to him splendidly and racks his brain out the night before a meeting to be able to show up with bright ideas he can share with those people in the meeting room the next day.
But when you get views of seas of handsome men and beautiful women who dress stylishly and professionally and walk confidently as if they have clouds under their feet, you won’t even spare your eyes to notice a lanky-average-looking-closeted-gay-guy with even-more-average-clothes hunching over piles of paperwork in his desk.
The only good thing he gets from all of his effort is his promotion into HRD Head position, making him the youngest Department Head the company ever had.
And as much grateful Hyukjae is for his new position, things turn out to be even more difficult for him.
Oh, he is finally being noticed alright, now that he has this big shiny wooden desk and this large office with big glasses windows all over it and a full control over the fate of every employee’s career in the company.
But still, nobody looks at him with wanting eyes.
They look at him with respect, or jealousy, sometimes anger, and even worse they look at him with fear a couple of times.
Lately, Hyukjae is getting more and more certain that he’ll die with his virginity intact.
Until one day he meets Yehsung.
---00o00---
Hyukjae has just finished filling his cup full with coffee from the coffee machine in one of the corners of the office, when a hand pats his shoulder once from behind.
Hyukjae turns around and sees a grinning man. A very handsome grinning man, if Hyukjae may add.
“Hyukjae-sshi?” The man greets him and Hyukjae frowns at the expression of familiarity this guy used because, seriously, Hyukjae hasn’t been that lucky to have known guy this fine in his past.
“Excuse me?” Hyukjae asks back with half smile, his head is cocked to the side from the confusion.
Yet the man’s grin doesn’t falter. If anything, it only gets wider.
“I knew you wouldn’t remember me.” He says and reaches out one of his long arms towards Hyukjae. “I’m Kim Jongwoon, one of the senior in your high school. But please, just call me Yehsung.”
Hyukjae stares at the hand long before shaking it with his own. He still can’t remember this guy, though it is most likely due to his near zero socialization during high school, which of course, brings out an interesting question.
“You knew about me in high school?” Hyukjae asks, half unbelieving and half pleased that it makes him forget a bit about politeness.
Yehsung laughs shyly this time, and Hyukjae swears he could see a tiny tinge of pink on the older man’s cheeks. Hyukjae blames his awkwardness when he was suddenly blushing too at that.
“Yeah, well.” Yehsung clears his throat. “You were kind of hard to spot on back in high school. But I saw you sometimes when I went back from my basketball practice. You were in that empty gymnastic storehouse, trying out some weird dance moves.”
Hyukjae kind of wants to kill himself at hearing that.
Great, Hyukjae thinks, he saw me in my most nerdish moment.
At that time dancing was starting to be a hot stuff to do at school. All those ‘cool’ kids in Hyukjae’s high school could dance very well. And Hyukjae, being the popular-wannabe-nerd-kid that he was, was secretly busting his ass off to learn some dance moves.
At first, to become his schoolmate’s center of attention was the only reason for him to learn dancing. But then he fell in love to it and just couldn’t stop doing it until now.
Which was a regretful situation because if only Yehsung’s timing of seeing him dancing for the first time was right now, then Hyukjae won’t be feeling homicidal like this.
Although it has been years since he decided to dance only in private, Hyukjae can safely say that his dancing skill now: is not bad. But a few years back in high school, he must have looked like a clumsy and pathetic swaying stick.
Yehsung smiles again at Hyukjae’s expression. “You were really cute back then.” The older man says and he looks so sincere that this time Hyukjae thinks he really has every reason in the world to blush madly.
---00o00---
It turns out Yehsung is an employee of MK Advertisement, one of Hyukjae’s company competitors moving in the same business. But unlike some other competitors, MK Company and his company has been maintaining a pretty good relationship, though maybe it is because they haven’t met in a situation where they have to bump each other’s head yet.
Yehsung is here for a business cause. His company sent him to offer Hyukjae’s company, KOOL, a cooperation proposal in a project because it is too big to be handled by one company.
And since every guest in KOOL needs to pass Hyukjae before they get to meet the CEO, Yehsung is in his way of looking for him. Hyukjae’s assistant has said that Hyukjae is off a couple of minutes to get some coffee, so Yehsung was just strolling around the office, waiting for Hyukjae to come back.
“And that’s when I saw and recognized you.” Yehsung says with a grin. “I never thought that you are the HRD Head I was looking for.”
Hyukjae blushes again, and grins along with him.
And soon, thanks to the proposal that is finally approved by Hyukjae’s boss and the joint-project after, Hyukjae finds him and Yehsung getting to meet more often.
Yehsung is a very fun person to be friend with that Hyukjae isn’t surprised when they end up having lunch together almost everyday. But what makes Hyukjae surprised is the fact that day after day, Yehsung never ceases to show intense attention towards him.
It was weird, because (a) It was rare for a man, moreover a handsome man, to make a move on him, and (b) Yehsung’s attention has been making Hyukjae fly higher and higher with each day passed and it is so very addictive and Hyukjae is a little scared that one day he’d fall down hard, again, just like those times in his past.
And there is also that thing where Yehsung is ethically a forbidden fruit for Hyukjae, what’s with him being one of the executives in competitor’s company and all. If anyone in KOOL knows that Hyukjae is considering very seriously whether or not he’ll ask Yehsung to cut the shit and just fuck him on somewhere flat already, then his career will be damned for eternity.
But it has been so long, and what Yehsung seems to offer is maybe just the thing Hyukjae has desperately tried to find.
That was why, when one afternoon Yehsung calls him on his cell and asks if Hyukjae might want to have dinner for two in Yehsung’s house with Yehsung’s cooking, then all reasons inside Hyukjae’s head suddenly fly out the window and all he can think of is just wishing Yehsung does’t notice that he is out of breath and totally super excited when he says ‘Yeah, sure’ as the answer.
Because hell yeah, why not?
---00o00---
To tell the truth, Hyukjae never knew how he survived being a virgin for so long.
Hyukjae had made peace since long time ago with the fact that he, Lee Hyukjae, was actually a lustful man with wide imagination and handful of sex libidos, more than he could sometimes control.
At first he didn’t want to acknowledge it because his parents were a faithful Christian, thank you, and they raised him well and taught him enough manners to believe that having sex before marriage would definitely be your instant one way passport to hell.
With that said, he grew up as a man with dignity and morals.
Well, at least until he was 16 and realized that within the last 4 months, he had been jacking off to porn videos approximately 15 times a day. And not just any porn, it was a porn where you won't see any boobs.
Hyukjae kind of gave a new meaning to the phrase: horny gay teenager.
But even though most of the times the majority of his blood flowed towards his lower body didn’t mean that his brain was left with nothing.
Hyukjae was fully aware that displaying his lusty gay side to his parents wouldn’t be a wise act. He still wanted to finish high school and continue to university after all. And he wouldn’t be able to do that if his parents kicked him out of the house or disowned him or something. His part time jobs could only afford him his supply of gay porn videos anyway.
So Hyukjae spent his youth making a really good friend with his right hand and a locked room’s door. While in university, he had been more mature and controlled, which meant he was trying to bury all his desires and lusts under piles of books and journals. It succeeded in making him the best scholar graduate of the year with a nerdy reputation and tons of repressed sexual frustrations.
Even when he was in some fucked up relationships with that betting jock and the leeching nerd, the most he got was one or two random make outs due to his suddenly softened cock every time they started to get heated up. So all he could do was making his boyfriend come with his mouth just to end the date quickly and save him the embarrassment.
Perhaps his body was smarter than his brain and refused to be turned on by someone who secretly called Hyukjae names and sneered at him when he wasn’t around.
And Hyukjae wouldn’t even touch the story behind his one-night-stand-became-disaster-featuring-the-hairy-sadistic-bulky-guy with ten foot pole because seriously, Hyukjae still got the chill every time he remember the fear he felt as he was fumbling to make his escape from the guy’s bathroom window.
By the time he stood on his own feet, working and living separately from his parents, Hyukjae was actually ready to lash off all those sexual frustrations. But apparently competition for capturing a mating partner was even tighter in a working world and Hyukjae was forced to renew his friendship with his right hand if he didn’t want to get a serious case of severe blue-balls in his hand.
But tonight he is here, in Yehsung’s house, eating Yehsung’s cooking, listening with half awe as Yehsung asks him if he wants to accompany him watching one of Yehsung’s favorite, an 80s drama movie or something , later.
Hyukjae accepts the invitation, in a way he hopes to be sounded as casual as it can be. And he suddenly wants to choke himself because why in the world does it make him feel like a bride having her first night with her husband, for God sake?!
If only the reason behind Hyukjae’s saying yes to the offer was because Yehsung’s such a great cook and accepting his kind offer is just Hyukjae’s way of saying thank you, then perhaps Hyukjae won’t feel this jittery as he is finally sitting with Yehsung side by side on the couch.
Yehsung is leaning forward once and then twice as he grabs the remote off the coffee table in front of them and then puts away the flower vase that is blocking their view towards the giant TV, and Hyukjae’s unconsciously staring at Yehsung’s back where his muscles are flexing and contracting to accommodate his movement beneath the thin layer of his shirt. It’s a much bigger distraction then the vase --now that he thinks about it-- and Hyukjae misses a couple minutes of the first scene already by the time he’s forced his eyes to look at the screen.
Things are getting worse for Hyukjae when it turns out Yehsung is a hyperactive bastard. The movie has been running for 30 minutes and Yehsung’s hand has unintentionally touched Hyukjae’s hand five times, his knee has bumped Hyukjae’s more than ten times, and his shoulder has stuck to Hyukjae’s for the last 15 minutes. Not to mention his smoky laugh every time one of the character, Jean-whatever (Hyukjae has not possessed enough concentration at the moment to catch up the name), makes some random jokes on the heroine. The vibration of his laugh feels inexplicably erotic on Hyukjae’s skin.
Hyukjae is hard as hell and the fact that he isn’t even watching porn at the moment makes him harder, and either Yehsung is very good at pretending OR he is too absorbed in watching the movie and is completely oblivious to Hyukjae’s thinning self-control.
But then all of a sudden Yehsung’s hand landed on Hyukjae’s thigh and Hyukjae stares at the hand hard when it doesn’t go away. The place where Yehsung’s palm meets his pants burns. The heat spreads like wild fire throughout Hyukjae’s body and it’s already too late for Hyukjae to do anything about it as all of a sudden he just growls loudly.
The growls are heard clearly in the room and Hyukjae is holding his breath as Yehsung turns his head to him. His thumb is still on the remote, over the paused button that he pressed a second earlier.
“Hyukjae?” Yehsung asks and he leans his face closer to Hyukjae. “Are you okay? Your face is red.”
And apparently, it’s the last rope unbind for Hyukjae’s lust because instead of answering, Hyukjae lurches forward and kisses Yehsung with all his might.
It’s very odd because for a second Hyukjae swears he can feel Yehsung’s lips form a smirk under his before Yehsung’s hands finally wrap around him and his mouth take control over the deepening kiss.
But Hyukjae has no more blood left in his brain to think about that.
That night, Lee Hyukjae finally loses his virginity and tastes the real sex.
TBC