Post #10

[seoulfulness]

Apologies for the late posting anons; mod was a bit drunk last night and didn't want to create a HTML mess in the post so here it is! Next post should run on time by KST.

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Needle and Thread Infinite, Hoya/Sungyeol
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Speak JYJ, Yoochun/Jaejoong
From Afar; Reply 1997, Joonhee/Yoonjae
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Tuberose 2/?

[anonymous]

They stayed until the rain stopped and minutes more, making small idle talks because neither had wanted to go yet and eventually it was Luhan who first stood up, hauling up Jongin to place another languid kiss. At home he patted Yixing’s thigh as a form of gratitude and pecked him on the cheek for good measure. Yixing’s horrified look was almost as good as the sleep he had that night.

The following weeks were a game of keeping subtlety, which Luhan found Jongin growing increasingly worse at. It began with tiny strokes of the arm, to lasting touches and handholding Luhan was sure at least one student saw. He was glad his hand was at least quick enough to stop Jongin from kissing his shoulder.

“And you say I was indiscreet,” Luhan grumbled, bowing his head lower to give more access to his nape. Jongin bit on the protruding of his spine.

He tightened his hold on Luhan’s waist, hands stroking the low of his stomach. “I have needs.” Luhan was sighing as Jongin turned him around, and his fingers were quick to unbutton his pants.

Jongin’s eyes were hooded when Luhan pulled away from their kiss. There was a twinkle in them when Luhan kneeled, a gleam he would’ve called innocent if not for what he was about to do and it amused him how young Jongin could seem sometimes. He started with heavy wet licks he knew Jongin get off on the most, until his cock was fully erect, and engulfed the head with hands pressing on his hair.

Luhan had thought his days of rushed blowjobs in toilets were already over, but couldn’t find it in himself to complain when he stepped back just in time to see Jongin rolling his head back on the door, eyes closed and mouth open and panting.

He had also a fleeting thought it might work, looking at Jongin asleep on his shoulder, the two of them. That was two days before he glimpsed on a group of boys in uniform with Jongin trailing at the back, his blazer an identical shade of yellow.

“Wait up,” Jongin called out as he jogged to Luhan’s side. “You didn’t even talk to me in class. What’s wrong?”

Luhan swept him a tired glance. It turned hostile when Jongin grabbed on his arm.

“You’re a high school student,” hissed him, his teeth clenched. It was absurd to get angry because Jongin wasn’t the one at fault, but somewhere along the sex and everyday chatter his feelings obtrusively tangle in, and the betrayal felt, as untowardly as it was, was difficult to swallow down.

“Yeah so?” Jongin didn’t even bat an eyelash before leaning in for a kiss but Luhan was quick to push him away. He frowned. “If this is about studies and all-”

“No, Jongin, no. You don’t get it…” Luhan bit his lip, trying to force the words out of his mouth but only when he looked away did they spill. “I didn’t know. There’s this student, he joined in around the same time you did and he’s two years older than you, and I got the two of you mixed up. I thought you were older.”

He didn’t dare to raise his head, when the confusion on Jongin’s face changed into something else, something close to anger and maybe hurt. Instead he watched Jongin’s hand curl up into a tight fist, watched it jerk up with slight trembles and stop mid-way to fall back to his side, heavy.

“You’re not making sense.”

“Jongin I-”

“No. No no no, wait. So. What have you been doing these past three months? Just because I’m in high school you suddenly, what, lost all interest? I don’t get it.”

“It’s not ‘just’, I’m four years older than you.”

“So what!?” Luhan bit his lips when Jongin slammed his hand into the wall, the smack resounding loud in the empty hallway. “You wouldn’t care if you hadn’t known, would you?”

It was more of an affirmation rather than a question, and Luhan didn’t answer. Jongin dropped his head on Luhan’s shoulder and clutched at his waist, feeling something in him sting when the body beneath him tensed up. “You’re so unfair.”

“…I’m sorry.”

But Jongin shook his head, kept his lips sealed, and only when Luhan dared to settle his hand on the small of his back he whispered. When the fingers pressed hard into his skin and short nails scratched red lines he said nothing, because Jongin’s plead was of one more time.

Except one became two, turned into three and Luhan lost his count along the transition of fifth to sixth.