yongguk/daehyun: the one with a permanent scar
the one with a permanent scar.
yongguk/daehyun
r, au
the one with a permanent scar.
college is crazy and messy and yongguk learned about everything in the first few weeks. he's supposed to be going to his economic class but himchan's dragging him somewhere cool so yongguk pretends that classes aren't important, because friends are supposed to be forever.
they ended up in a club just down the streets and around the corner, and this is everything yongguk's afraid of; everything he had given up for his parents is here and yongguk doesn't think he can resist himself but himchan's dragging him everywhere. then they settled at the bar and yongguk breathed out heavily with guilt.
there's the music that beats into yongguk's veins, there's the dancers that shivers yongguk's spines, and then there's this boy, right in the middle of if all, that reminded yongguk of his all of his little secret, like how he only thought about boys while all of his friends are trying to peek under a girl's skirt.
and then himchan is coming back with the boy and yongguk felt a little more lightheaded then he's supposed to be so he focused on the glass in his hand.
"this is daehyun," himchan said, his eyes a little too bright for yongguk's liking.
daehyun's a singer. he sings in the club and he has a fucking beautiful voice, yongguk noted. he's also just fucking beautiful, especially when he smiles and his eyes would crinkle. yongguk isn't sure if there are actual stars in them or maybe the lights are just playing tricks.
yongguk doesn't remember how but somehow he ended up in a spare room in the club, hands fumbling with his own belt as daehyun's mouth covered his body with kisses. they are frantic and urgent and hot, so fucking hot that yongguk thinks he might be melting.
yongguk grabbed daehyun's hair and pulled him away from his neck where he had been sucking furiously. his eyes met with daehyun's and he can see stars and moons and so many beautiful universes in them; its another world that yongguk's stepping into. he's a little scared, but he also doesn't want to stop.
so yongguk kissed daehyun, hard and brusing. somewhere in between clothes are falling to the floor, and they fell onto the bed, legs tangled in a hot mess and breaths taken painfully.
the rest of the night is blurred and all yongguk can remember is how hot daehyun's mouth is, wrapped around his dick, sluppery and sloppy and when he kiss him he can taste the bitter taste of his own cum. he can remember how daehyun writhed underneath him, moaning and groaning and screaming his name, and when he comes in the boy, yongguk thinks he might be finding the answer to everything he had been questioning, so he might have stayed a little longer in daehyun, but daehyun doesn't seem to mind, judging from the way he wrapped an arm around yongguk and they kissed, hard, before yongguk closed his eyes.
when he wakes up he's alone in the bed, sheets somewhere down his waist barely covering him. yongguk stared at the ceiling and counted to ten. he just had sex, with a boy, with daehyun. yongguk isn't sure what he's supposed to do now. everything he tried so hard to hide is now out in the open, and there's so many things that yongguk thinks no, this is not ever going to be alright.
he looks to his right and sees his phone, screen bright with a new message.
if you find me, you could be my favorite.
it's from an unknown number, but somehow yongguk knows who it's from, and so he tighened his grip on his phone and smiled a little smile, because fuck it, nothing is ever going to alright anyways.
author's note:
does the brief sex even counts as smut???? lol
not beta'ed
yongguk/daehyun
r, au
the one with a permanent scar.
college is crazy and messy and yongguk learned about everything in the first few weeks. he's supposed to be going to his economic class but himchan's dragging him somewhere cool so yongguk pretends that classes aren't important, because friends are supposed to be forever.
they ended up in a club just down the streets and around the corner, and this is everything yongguk's afraid of; everything he had given up for his parents is here and yongguk doesn't think he can resist himself but himchan's dragging him everywhere. then they settled at the bar and yongguk breathed out heavily with guilt.
there's the music that beats into yongguk's veins, there's the dancers that shivers yongguk's spines, and then there's this boy, right in the middle of if all, that reminded yongguk of his all of his little secret, like how he only thought about boys while all of his friends are trying to peek under a girl's skirt.
and then himchan is coming back with the boy and yongguk felt a little more lightheaded then he's supposed to be so he focused on the glass in his hand.
"this is daehyun," himchan said, his eyes a little too bright for yongguk's liking.
daehyun's a singer. he sings in the club and he has a fucking beautiful voice, yongguk noted. he's also just fucking beautiful, especially when he smiles and his eyes would crinkle. yongguk isn't sure if there are actual stars in them or maybe the lights are just playing tricks.
yongguk doesn't remember how but somehow he ended up in a spare room in the club, hands fumbling with his own belt as daehyun's mouth covered his body with kisses. they are frantic and urgent and hot, so fucking hot that yongguk thinks he might be melting.
yongguk grabbed daehyun's hair and pulled him away from his neck where he had been sucking furiously. his eyes met with daehyun's and he can see stars and moons and so many beautiful universes in them; its another world that yongguk's stepping into. he's a little scared, but he also doesn't want to stop.
so yongguk kissed daehyun, hard and brusing. somewhere in between clothes are falling to the floor, and they fell onto the bed, legs tangled in a hot mess and breaths taken painfully.
the rest of the night is blurred and all yongguk can remember is how hot daehyun's mouth is, wrapped around his dick, sluppery and sloppy and when he kiss him he can taste the bitter taste of his own cum. he can remember how daehyun writhed underneath him, moaning and groaning and screaming his name, and when he comes in the boy, yongguk thinks he might be finding the answer to everything he had been questioning, so he might have stayed a little longer in daehyun, but daehyun doesn't seem to mind, judging from the way he wrapped an arm around yongguk and they kissed, hard, before yongguk closed his eyes.
when he wakes up he's alone in the bed, sheets somewhere down his waist barely covering him. yongguk stared at the ceiling and counted to ten. he just had sex, with a boy, with daehyun. yongguk isn't sure what he's supposed to do now. everything he tried so hard to hide is now out in the open, and there's so many things that yongguk thinks no, this is not ever going to be alright.
he looks to his right and sees his phone, screen bright with a new message.
if you find me, you could be my favorite.
it's from an unknown number, but somehow yongguk knows who it's from, and so he tighened his grip on his phone and smiled a little smile, because fuck it, nothing is ever going to alright anyways.
author's note:
does the brief sex even counts as smut???? lol
not beta'ed