Story in the Making [11/?]
Gonna give a warning cause...uh, heterosexual smut stuff going on in this one here.
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Weeks passed and Youngjae was just barely about to be functional enough to do his part of the group. The repackaged album, Crash, was just released and Youngjae found himself sleeping any time that he could. He was no longer able to help the maknaes with their homework, cook his best friend food or have philosophical discussions with the leader. Himchan had noticed such a change in the man that he had stopped teasing anyone when Youngjae was around to keep from stressing him more.
Daehyun spent a lot of time with his girlfriend. He still worried and cared for his best friend when he could, but he also wanted to be part of the relationship with Heehyoung. He couldn’t very well do that while he was home all the time holding Youngjae’s hair back while he got sick. Junhong helped with that a lot of the time.
One day, Youngjae felt a bit stronger than he usually did. He woke up in the evening as he had passed out the moment they got home from their work day, finding that the apartment was empty. Yongguk had probably taken everyone out to eat for a couple reasons; the maknae whined that he wanted to go out, Himchan wouldn’t stop annoying his best friend, or more likely, they didn’t want to guilt Youngjae since he hadn’t been able to cook for everyone in almost a month.
“Oh, oppa!” Youngjae’s eyes widened as he stepped from the bedroom, his gaze turning straight to the bathroom in which the moan originated from. That sounded scarily similar to Heehyoung’s voice-whom he had ended up meeting a couple times on the days where he felt he could leave the bed without throwing up.
“Oppa!”
There was a deep chuckle that followed and Youngjae would know that laugh anywhere, even if he had never heard it so…arousing. It was husky and deep, almost taunting in the way that he spoke just after that arousing chuckle. “Shh, baby. Youngjae is sleeping.”
Youngjae’s hand slapped over his mouth as he felt intensely nauseated all of a sudden.
“I c-can’t…your mouth is so…” She let out another moan, one that echoed through the whole apartment and obviously she wasn’t even going to try and keep it down.
He was frozen in place. He couldn’t find it in himself to move or go back into the room and while it didn’t seem like he was going to throw up any time soon, it also didn’t bode well for his being as a whole.
“Ah! I’m…oh, I’m close.”
Youngjae’s eyes shut tightly and that hardly helped. It was as though he could see his best friend with his head in between his girlfriend’s legs. He could see Daehyun pleasuring the woman with his mouth, holding her and teasing her, never stopping-or at least that’s what he guessed based on the moans that were increasing in volume and intensity.
“Oppa!” The final moan made it obvious just what had occurred.
Time slowed for Youngjae, his stomach in knots and his whole body aching and he didn’t even know why. Without aware how time passed so quickly, Youngjae saw the bathroom door opening and he didn’t even have it in him to move back into the room to hide the fact that he was awake and had heard everything that had transpired in the bathroom.
Heehyoung’s cheeks were flushed and her hair was lightly mussed. She had a skirt that started high on her waist and fell mid-thigh and a crop top, her shapely legs seemed to quake with every step she took. She was the first to exit the bathroom, her eyes widening as she comes face-to-face with Youngjae who she had been hoping would sleep through it.
“What’s the-oh, Youngjae-ah!” Daehyun stepped from the bathroom, wiping his mouth that held a cocky and satisfied smirk with the back of his hand, looking so very sexy that it actually took Youngjae’s breath away and he didn’t even know why he found his best friend sexy, especially at that moment when it was obvious that he had just gone down on this woman that was standing between them. “Sorry about that…” It was such a shitty apology and yet it didn’t seem like Daehyun cared in the slightest.
“I’ve…got to go.” Heehyoung said as she moved to walk past Youngjae, gasping softly as her hand was taken and she was suddenly pulled back to Daehyun’s strong chest. “Oppa-“ Daehyun kissed her lips softly and it caused her to flush and lower her gaze as she obviously got a distinct taste during such a kiss.
“I’ll call you later.” Daehyun suavely said, letting the woman go. She practically skipped to the door, slid on her heels and left the apartment.
This left Youngjae and Daehyun in the hallway, silence passing between them. Youngjae couldn’t take his eyes from his best friend’s lips that glistened with what he would rather never think about for the rest of his life.
“I didn’t think we’d wake you. I’m so-“ Youngjae promptly turned and walked back into the bedroom finally, shutting the door behind him before Daehyun could even finish his apology. This caused Daehyun to stare in shock as the door was closed on him.
The younger man went to lay down on the bed that he had been sleeping on for weeks before quickly changing his mind. He had been sleeping with Daehyun for weeks because the comfort from his best friend helped him sleep and actually feel rested. That wasn’t going to be something that was possible that night. Youngjae grabbed his pillow from that bed and moved the bucket that he had spent a lot of time with to his side of the bedroom. Sitting down on his bed that hadn’t been unmade in weeks, he kept his head down as Daehyun walked into the room, his face wet as he had splashed it with water and his mouth brushed so it wasn’t so obvious what he had done.
“Precious boy…” Youngjae looked up and glared. It didn’t hold the same venom that it would if he wasn’t so sick. “Come on…I was trying to apologize.”
Youngjae quickly shook his head and moved to sit against the headboard of his best, watching as Daehyun moved over to sit on the edge of the bed.
“We couldn’t very well come in here…”
“Stop. That’s…that’s not even what the issue is.” His voice was weak and the emotion that Daehyun heard caused the elder man to move closer, his eyes wide with shock.
“Then why did you move from my bed?” Daehyun inquired gently, his hand placed on his best friend’s ankle to have some physical connection with one another.
Youngjae didn’t answer. He didn’t think that he could bring himself to after what he had just witnessed.
“Come on, precious boy…”
When it was obvious that Daehyun wasn’t going to get anything out of Youngjae, he sighed and rose from the bed. He had opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and instead moved to his own bed and sat down. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, nor did he know what Youngjae wanted from him. Though, he guessed that it was kind of selfish of him to assume that Youngjae wanted something. The man was ill and could just be having a bad day.
“I’m sorry.” Daehyun finally whispered softly. It didn’t matter if the apology was accepted or not. It was right to say it.
“Whatever.” Youngjae mumbled and laid down in bed, uncaring that he hadn’t eaten anything that day and it was too early for any sensible person to go to sleep. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
He pretended not to hear the sigh that Daehyun gave, seeming disappointed.
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Previous Chapter
Weeks passed and Youngjae was just barely about to be functional enough to do his part of the group. The repackaged album, Crash, was just released and Youngjae found himself sleeping any time that he could. He was no longer able to help the maknaes with their homework, cook his best friend food or have philosophical discussions with the leader. Himchan had noticed such a change in the man that he had stopped teasing anyone when Youngjae was around to keep from stressing him more.
Daehyun spent a lot of time with his girlfriend. He still worried and cared for his best friend when he could, but he also wanted to be part of the relationship with Heehyoung. He couldn’t very well do that while he was home all the time holding Youngjae’s hair back while he got sick. Junhong helped with that a lot of the time.
One day, Youngjae felt a bit stronger than he usually did. He woke up in the evening as he had passed out the moment they got home from their work day, finding that the apartment was empty. Yongguk had probably taken everyone out to eat for a couple reasons; the maknae whined that he wanted to go out, Himchan wouldn’t stop annoying his best friend, or more likely, they didn’t want to guilt Youngjae since he hadn’t been able to cook for everyone in almost a month.
“Oh, oppa!” Youngjae’s eyes widened as he stepped from the bedroom, his gaze turning straight to the bathroom in which the moan originated from. That sounded scarily similar to Heehyoung’s voice-whom he had ended up meeting a couple times on the days where he felt he could leave the bed without throwing up.
“Oppa!”
There was a deep chuckle that followed and Youngjae would know that laugh anywhere, even if he had never heard it so…arousing. It was husky and deep, almost taunting in the way that he spoke just after that arousing chuckle. “Shh, baby. Youngjae is sleeping.”
Youngjae’s hand slapped over his mouth as he felt intensely nauseated all of a sudden.
“I c-can’t…your mouth is so…” She let out another moan, one that echoed through the whole apartment and obviously she wasn’t even going to try and keep it down.
He was frozen in place. He couldn’t find it in himself to move or go back into the room and while it didn’t seem like he was going to throw up any time soon, it also didn’t bode well for his being as a whole.
“Ah! I’m…oh, I’m close.”
Youngjae’s eyes shut tightly and that hardly helped. It was as though he could see his best friend with his head in between his girlfriend’s legs. He could see Daehyun pleasuring the woman with his mouth, holding her and teasing her, never stopping-or at least that’s what he guessed based on the moans that were increasing in volume and intensity.
“Oppa!” The final moan made it obvious just what had occurred.
Time slowed for Youngjae, his stomach in knots and his whole body aching and he didn’t even know why. Without aware how time passed so quickly, Youngjae saw the bathroom door opening and he didn’t even have it in him to move back into the room to hide the fact that he was awake and had heard everything that had transpired in the bathroom.
Heehyoung’s cheeks were flushed and her hair was lightly mussed. She had a skirt that started high on her waist and fell mid-thigh and a crop top, her shapely legs seemed to quake with every step she took. She was the first to exit the bathroom, her eyes widening as she comes face-to-face with Youngjae who she had been hoping would sleep through it.
“What’s the-oh, Youngjae-ah!” Daehyun stepped from the bathroom, wiping his mouth that held a cocky and satisfied smirk with the back of his hand, looking so very sexy that it actually took Youngjae’s breath away and he didn’t even know why he found his best friend sexy, especially at that moment when it was obvious that he had just gone down on this woman that was standing between them. “Sorry about that…” It was such a shitty apology and yet it didn’t seem like Daehyun cared in the slightest.
“I’ve…got to go.” Heehyoung said as she moved to walk past Youngjae, gasping softly as her hand was taken and she was suddenly pulled back to Daehyun’s strong chest. “Oppa-“ Daehyun kissed her lips softly and it caused her to flush and lower her gaze as she obviously got a distinct taste during such a kiss.
“I’ll call you later.” Daehyun suavely said, letting the woman go. She practically skipped to the door, slid on her heels and left the apartment.
This left Youngjae and Daehyun in the hallway, silence passing between them. Youngjae couldn’t take his eyes from his best friend’s lips that glistened with what he would rather never think about for the rest of his life.
“I didn’t think we’d wake you. I’m so-“ Youngjae promptly turned and walked back into the bedroom finally, shutting the door behind him before Daehyun could even finish his apology. This caused Daehyun to stare in shock as the door was closed on him.
The younger man went to lay down on the bed that he had been sleeping on for weeks before quickly changing his mind. He had been sleeping with Daehyun for weeks because the comfort from his best friend helped him sleep and actually feel rested. That wasn’t going to be something that was possible that night. Youngjae grabbed his pillow from that bed and moved the bucket that he had spent a lot of time with to his side of the bedroom. Sitting down on his bed that hadn’t been unmade in weeks, he kept his head down as Daehyun walked into the room, his face wet as he had splashed it with water and his mouth brushed so it wasn’t so obvious what he had done.
“Precious boy…” Youngjae looked up and glared. It didn’t hold the same venom that it would if he wasn’t so sick. “Come on…I was trying to apologize.”
Youngjae quickly shook his head and moved to sit against the headboard of his best, watching as Daehyun moved over to sit on the edge of the bed.
“We couldn’t very well come in here…”
“Stop. That’s…that’s not even what the issue is.” His voice was weak and the emotion that Daehyun heard caused the elder man to move closer, his eyes wide with shock.
“Then why did you move from my bed?” Daehyun inquired gently, his hand placed on his best friend’s ankle to have some physical connection with one another.
Youngjae didn’t answer. He didn’t think that he could bring himself to after what he had just witnessed.
“Come on, precious boy…”
When it was obvious that Daehyun wasn’t going to get anything out of Youngjae, he sighed and rose from the bed. He had opened his mouth to say something, but closed it and instead moved to his own bed and sat down. He didn’t know what he was supposed to do, nor did he know what Youngjae wanted from him. Though, he guessed that it was kind of selfish of him to assume that Youngjae wanted something. The man was ill and could just be having a bad day.
“I’m sorry.” Daehyun finally whispered softly. It didn’t matter if the apology was accepted or not. It was right to say it.
“Whatever.” Youngjae mumbled and laid down in bed, uncaring that he hadn’t eaten anything that day and it was too early for any sensible person to go to sleep. It didn’t take long for him to fall asleep.
He pretended not to hear the sigh that Daehyun gave, seeming disappointed.
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