The Education of Zico part 6/6
Pairing: ZiChan, BangLo
Rated: M
Length: 4.4K
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“So you never told me what you were studying?” Himchan leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes. “By the way those cookies were amazing. I’m not going to be able to eat supper tonight.”
Daehyun chuckled as he packed the leftover containers into his backpack. This was how all of their daily meetings at the bench had been going for the last couple months. They would sit in silence for about thirty minutes, the only sounds were the chewing of whatever food Daehyun had brought to share that day. Then they would have about ten minutes of mindless conversation before the younger boy had to rush off to his afternoon classes. “Do you really not know?” He sounded incredulous. “It isn’t obvious?”
“I’m too stuffed for this, just tell me.” Himchan reached over and pinched his thigh earning a high-pitched squeak.
“I’m training to be a chef. The home cooked food I bring you ever single day didn’t tip you off?”
Himchan shrugged. “I just figured you were taking out your homesickness on me. If you wanted someone to take care of I was going to let you use my belly.” He patted his belly and sighed. “You’ll be a great cook, Daehyun-ah.”
Blushing, Daehyun changed the subject to what classes they were going to take for the fall. Himchan being a math major wouldn’t be taking any with him. They were both a little disappointed, their regular meetings turning them into friends.
“I’ve got to head to class. Same time tomorrow?” Daehyun gave him a wide grin and squeezed his shoulder as he walked away.
Himchan stayed at his favorite spot for a while longer. Even though he had come to enjoy the talkative younger boy’s company, he would still rather be alone on his bench.
If Daehyun had to head to class then that meant it was almost four and he knew his brother would be starting to beg for supper. The one good thing about turning his cell phone off when they moved back into the dorm was that he didn’t have to listen to his whiny phone calls. Yongguk took pretty good care of the younger boy and Himchan was glad for that, but the one thing he lacked was skill in the kitchen.
“Hyung!” Junhong attacked him as soon as he walked in the door, just as expected. “Himchannie- hyung please fix me something to eat. Please, please! Gukkie burnt it again and I can’t eat it just to make him feel better!”
“Hey!” Yongguk growled, flicking him in the forehead. “You should be grateful I even attempt to fix anything for your ungrateful little ass. God knows you don’t deserve it!”
Junhong turned his large doe eyes on to his boyfriend and puckered his lips. “Do you really mean that, Gukkie?” He let his voice crack and even managed to squeeze a few tears out.
“Oh shit.” Yongguk looked petrified, his hands reaching to comfort Junhong. “Baby I’m sorry, oh god, don’t cry!”
Junhong rolled his eyes and pushed him away. “You’re too easy. Grow some balls, hyung.” He shrieked as the stronger boy swung him over his back and stormed off towards his bedroom. “What are you doing? I’m hungry! We can have sex later!”
Shuddering, Himchan grabbed his keys back off the counter and made a mad dash for the door as soon as he heard his best friend say something about “showing you who’s boss”.
He headed back towards the university and waited outside the front door for Daehyun to finish his afternoon class. The younger boy had mentioned before that he got out around five and then spend the rest of the night at home. Himchan figured they could go out and kill some time before he was brave enough to venture home again.
“Hyung?” Daehyun smiled widely when he saw Himchan sprawled out across the steps. “What are you doing here?”
Himchan stretched and jumped to his feet. “I was waiting for you. I thought we could go do something.” His nose wrinkled as they walked together. “My roommate is doing unspeakably disgusting things to my little brother right now.”
Daehyun laughed loudly. “I don’t blame you. Do you want to come back to my dorm? I can cook us something for supper.”
That sounded a million times better than whatever he would have thrown together at home. Daehyun’s food was always amazing and the thought of a home-cooked full meal from him was already making Himchan salivate. “Let’s go!”
Daehyun lived all the way across campus in a dorm much nice than Himchan and Yongguk’s tiny one.
“Wow.” Himchan craned his neck to look around the large kitchen and living room. “This is really nice. Do you share with a roommate?”
He nodded, rummaging through the drawers for the pans he needed. “Yeah I have one but I don’t think it’s going to last much longer. He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”
“Really?” Himchan was surprised. Daehyun was an extremely likeable person. He was always laughing, cracking stupid jokes, and bringing treats to share just to be nice. “Why do you th-“
Before he could finish speaking the front door opened, a smiling, chubby-cheeked boy stopping short when he saw Daehyun in the kitchen with someone else. “Who are you?” He demanded bluntly, his demeanor turning aggressive.
Himchan bowed slightly. “Kim Himchan. I’m one of Daehyun’s friends. You must be the roommate Daehyun-ah was telling me about.”
The brown-haired boy flinched at the informal speech, realizing the two boys must have known each other fairly well.
“Yoo Youngjae.” He muttered, anger making his cheeks ruddy and puffy. “I was just coming home to eat supper but I can see I’m interrupting.”
Himchan was uncomfortable with the amount of hatred in the stranger’s eyes as he stared him down. He thought for a second that Daehyun was right, this roommate couldn’t be a good fit for him, but when Youngjae’s eyes flickered to Daehyun and softened slightly, his lips curling up in the corners as he watched the skinny boy flail around the kitchen as he attempted to make a nice meal for them, Himchan guessed what the reason for his constant negativity was.
“You’re not interrupting anything, Youngjae-ssi. Himchan jumped up off the bar stool and smiled reassuringly at him. “Why don’t you two eat together and I just head home? I’m sure my little brother is starving and crying anyways.”
Daehyun looked disappointed but Himchan caught the hesitant smile he made towards Youngjae. “Will I see you tomorrow, hyung?”
He nodded and waved goodbye. “Bring me something with chocolate in it okay?”
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“So I talked to Zico yesterday.” Junhong threw out nonchalantly at breakfast a few days later. “I haven’t talked to him in a long time. Not since we left.”
Himchan’s head raised and his cereal plopped back into his bowl, milk dribbling down his chin. “What? You… You talked to him? What did he say? What did you say? How did he sound? Did he mention me?”
Rolling his eyes, Junhong waved his questions away. “You told me you wanted to move on, hyung. So I’m going to do you a solid and just not answer that.”
He narrowed his eyes at his younger brother, images of pounding his head against the wall in his mind.
Yongguk could see the exact moment he was ready to strike and jumped between the two boys. “Stop!” He shouted, deep authority filling his voice. “Himchan, you will not murder your brother. We’ve been dating a long time now and I’ve grown pretty damn fond of him. And you-“ He turned towards his boyfriend and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t be a bitch and just tell him. You know you want to.”
Sticking his tongue out, Junhong huffed and threw himself down in the empty seat. “He sounded fine. He passed one of his tests so he only has one left. Since we’ve been gone he’s been hanging out a lot with Jihoon.” Junhong grimaced. “Not a good choice in my opinion. That boy’s either completely insane or addicted to something illegal.” His eyes suddenly lit up and he smirked at his brother. “He was not happy to hear about your new boyfriend.”
Himchan sputtered for a moment until he caught his breath. “B-But I don’t… Are you talking about Daehyun? He’s not- I mean, we’re not… God, Junhong! Why would you tell him that?” What he really wanted to ask was how Zico took it. Even if it wasn’t true. “Did he…” Himchan swallowed. “Did he even sound like he cared?
Shrugging, Junhong pulled the half-eaten bowl of food towards him. It didn’t look like Himchan was going to be finishing anytime soon anyway. “I guess it depends on what you think I’m going to pull his liver out with my teeth if he’s fucking Himchan means.” He popped the spoon out of his mouth and pursed his lips. “There was also a mention of tying you to his bed and not letting you up for a week.””
A rush of heat shot through him making Himchan squirm uncomfortably in his chair.
“Oh!” Junhong continued, as if he had forgotten. “He’s coming up to visit this Friday. I told him I’d meet him somewhere so you won’t have to worry about seeing him. You know, since you don’t want to and all.” He blinked innocently at his brother.
Himchan had been doing decently the last couple months. The thought of Zico being so far away made things bearable. But if he was going to be in his city, so close to him?
He wasn’t so sure he was strong enough for that.
“So he’s not coming here?”
Junhong shook his head. “I told him to meet me at the bus station and we’d stay out in town for a while. He wants to visit the skate park and I thought Yonggukkie could take us to the movies.”
Himchan wrung his hands together nervously. He had only two days to prepare himself for Zico’s arrival in his town. Did he want to see him? Would Zico even care? Yeah, Junhong said he was upset, but his brother was a liar and he had learned at an early age not to believe anything he told him.
“You don’t have to make up your mind right now.” Yongguk patted his arm sympathetically. “If you don’t want to see him we’ll keep him away from the apartment, okay?”
He nodded. “Thanks Guk. I think I’m going to head to the library for the day. School starts back up in a couple weeks and I need to do some catch-up.” He shoved his chair back and shakily tied his shoelaces. “I’ll be back sometime tonight.”
Yongguk sighed. “He’s an idiot.” He mumbled when he left. “They’re both idiots.”
“I lied.” Junhong snickered into his cereal bowl. “Zico isn’t coming up to see me. As soon as I told him about Daehyun he flipped out. Said he’s going to come up this weekend and claim what’s his. He told me he’s dealt with Himchan’s silent treatment bullshit for too long.”
Yongguk slapped the back of his head forward. “Are you fucking stupid, Junhong? You know how he feels about Zico!”
“He loves him, hyung.” Junhong’s voice was steady and strong. “It’s been months and he’s still hung up over one night together. If it was just a one-time mistake then he wouldn’t be acting like this. Just trust me. Okay?”
Rubbing his thumbs over his temples, Yongguk finally nodded. “Fine. But if he gets more heartbroken then I’m blaming you.”
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“I think Youngjae is looking for a new roommate.” Daehyun ran his finger around the lip of his bottle. He looked devestated over the idea which should have been his first clue, Himchan thought.
“Why do you think that?” It was really hard to concentrate on Daehyun’s problems when he knew Zico was currently in the same town as him at this exact moment, walking around and breathing the same air he was.
Daehyun’s lower lip trembled and he wiped his watery eyes. “I heard him talking on the phone this morning. He said something about not being able to do this anymore. What did I do wrong, hyung?”
He quickly pulled him against his chest, pressing his cheek against Daehyun’s head. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Daehyun-ah. Trust me.”
The younger boy’s breath was hot on his shoulder as he tried to hold back his sobs. “I just don’t know what else to do, hyung! I cook supper for him every night even if he’s not home to eat it. I do his laundry without having to be asked. I even clean the apartment all by myself every weekend. Nothing I do makes him open up to me. What else can I do to make things right?”
“You can start with taking your hands off of my boyfriend.”
The two boys jumped apart, Himchan falling off the bench in shock when he heard the familiar voice. “Z-Zico?” He gulped, hand coming up to cover his heart as it pounded wildly in his chest at seeing the much dreamed about boy again after more than two months apart. His dark hair was shorter and his clothes hung a tiny bit looser on his body, but it was still the same Woo Zico that he had been fantasizing about all summer. “What are you doing here?”
He coked his head to the side and glared at Himchan with such anger that he winced from the intensity in his eyes. “Are you done?” He asked coldly, taking a step towards him. “Are you done being a stubborn little bitch?”
Daehyun glanced between the two boys in worry and confusion. “I’m going to go, hyung. Thanks for the help. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“No.” Zico hissed. “You won’t. Himchan’s going to be busy the rest of the weekend.”
Himchan heard himself whimper embarrassingly loud. “I’ll call you, Daehyun-ah.” He said softly to the nervous boy. “Just go home and tell Youngjae exactly what you just told me.” He smiled knowingly. “His reason for acting like this may not be as bad as you think it is.”
Even though he didn’t look like he believed him, Daehyun nodded anyway, keeping a wide berth of the scarily intimidating boy behind them as he left.
Once he was out of view, Zico stormed the rest of the way towards him, shoving his back against the tree and caging him in with his arms. “I gave you two months.” His voice was tired and judging by the dark circles around his eyes he hadn’t been sleeping any better than Himchan had. “Two entire months for you to accept the fact that you slept with me.”
Himchan refused to move, too terrified to even breathe. He was afraid that one wrong word or movement would send the other boy away again.
“Princess…” Zico’s breath was hot in his ear, hand cupping his neck carefully, as if he was made of glass. “I’ve missed you. Missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too.” Himchan whispered, his tongue swiping over his dry lips. “I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”
Zico shook his head. “I was pissed off, hyung. I get mad and I say things I don’t mean. It won’t be the last time.” His body flattened against Himchan’s, both boys eyes closing at the feeling. “Next time just shut me up.”
“How?” Himchan’s thumbs dipped under his baggy t-shirt, brushing carefully against his skin, knee lifting up just slightly to nudge against the other boy’s jeans.
A growl sounded in his ear, the grip on his neck growing tighter. “Just like that.”
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The front door flew open, slamming against the wall as the two boys stumbled inside, bodies attached with firm grips and mouths pressed tightly together.
Junhong rolled his eyes from his position on the couch. “Thank you God.” He muttered sarcastically, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and hauling him towards the door. “We’ll be back tonight.” He called out, completely ignored by the other two.
Zico had Himchan halfway to his bedroom, hands fumbling with his belt. “I painted you.” He mumbled against his lips, finally managing to yank the leather strip out of his pants and tossing it behind him. “Over and over. Your eyes, your face, the way your body was spread out underneath me. But they were never good enough.”
His mouth dropped open as Zico’s tongue lapped at his Adam’s apple, fingers subtly working on the button to his jeans. “Bedroom.” He gasped out, hand pointing somewhat in the direction of his door.
His back hit the bed, Zico’s body quickly covering his. “Zico-yah…” Himchan mewled when warm hands palmed their way up his chest, thumbs flicking harshly over his nipples. “Hurry?”
Zico chuckled and sat back on his knees. “You’re quite impatient considering I’m the one who came to you.”
He didn’t have the strength to even argue with him, his body so weak with the need for Zico’s touch that he barely had the willpower to pout pathetically. “Want.” He whimpered, bucking his hips up.
“What do you want, Princess?” Zico asked, voice dropping until it was deep and dark and went straight to Himchan’s dick. “What do you want from me?”
“I-Inside.” He resorted to cupping his own erection, his own touch not near as good as the other’s but it was serving its purpose. “Want you inside.”
Zico bit back the groan as he watched Himchan pleasure himself, eyes half-closed and body arching under him. “Tell me what I’ll be doing when I’m inside you.” He ordered, stilling the needy boy’s hand and replacing it with his own. He cupped him through his jeans, putting just the slightest amount of pressure on him.
“Claiming me.” Himchan bit down into his fingers, trying to distract himself from exploding right then. “Making me yours, leaving your mark all over me so everyone knows, just please hurry up and fuck me!”
He sighed in relief when his jeans were suddenly ripped down his legs, boxers quickly joining them leaving Himchan in just his shirt. A moan sailed through the room as his length was quickly engulfed, Zico’s lips stretching tight around him, drawing him so deep into his mouth that the younger boy gagged but refused to stop.
Himchan shakily gripped onto the dark hair and tried his hardest not to thrust into his mouth. The tongue swirled lazily down the side and back up again, a teasing peck on the head before Zico was back on top of him, pinning his arms above his head as he roughly rutted his jeans against Himchan’s sensitive skin.
“Too many clothes.” Himchan panted. He tried to flex his arms out of the strong hold, whining pitifully when he failed. “Please don’t tease me, not now.” His head lolled to the side as Zico nudged his legs apart and settled himself closer, tongue darting out to press against his pulse.
“So impatient.” He murmured, releasing his hands to tug his jeans down while Himchan jumped at the chance to yank his own t-shirt off. They were left with Himchan completely bare but Zico still in a shirt and boxers.
“Do the rest.” Himchan demanded, leaning over the bed to run his fingers under the mattress searching for his bottle of lube. The last one he had left in his bedside drawer and it somehow ended up in his roommates room. He hissed when Zico’s hand cracked down on his backside before he could roll back over. “You fucker, that hurt!”
Zico shrugged, kneeling over him in just his boxers. “Don’t put your sexy ass in my face then.” His eyes trailed over the completely open body below him, eyes darkening in arousal at the way Himchan lifted his knees, hooking his hands around the thighs that Zico had spent eight hours trying to commit to canvas.
His fingers were soon covered in the cool liquid and he wasted no time in preparing him, loving the way Himchan’s eyes fluttered with every thrust and curl, his whimpers and cries becoming the background music to Zico’s visual art.
“Enough baby.” Himchan stilled his wrist and looked up at him with teary eyes. “I want you.”
The suddenly nervous boy nodded, carefully removing his fingers. “Do you have condoms?” He chewed on his plump bottom lip and mentally prayed for a no. The need to feel Himchan’s smooth walls enveloping him with nothing in between them was so strong he was near shaking.
Himchan shook his head, missing the slump of relief. “I’m not… I mean, I haven’t needed them.” He winced awkwardly. “I’ve not been with anyone since you.”
Zico grinned widely, using the time he kissed Himchan to slick himself up, already positioned against him before Himchan even realized what was happening. “Good.” He whispered, carefully sliding in, bit by bit by bit. “I already want to kill that skinny little dark-skinned brat.”
His brain told him to defend his closest friend (because let’s be honest, Yongguk no longer counted), but by the time the sentence caught up to him he was so wrapped up in Zico seated completely inside of him that he couldn’t do anything but tremble, wet lips dropped open in a silent moan.
“Princess…” Zico breathed out heavily, his eyes glazing over but still refusing to tear them away from Himchan’s gaze. He leaned down, hips just barely moving. Just enough to give the other boy a slight jolt of pleasure with each thrust. “I love you.” His whisper was reverent against Himchan’s lips, fingertips counting up his ribs one by one by one.
The words were foreign on Himchan’s ears. Even his own family had never spoken them to him before. It made his whole body flush with heat, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. He stilled Zico’s hips before wrapping his legs around his waist and using what little strength he had left to flip them over.
He smiled softly down at the boy who had laid his whole soul out right at his feet for him. Zico had been trying to show him his true feelings every day for those two weeks they had together and he was too blind or too afraid to see it.
Himchan brought his palm up to his lips and pressed a kiss to it before braiding their fingers together, free hand gripping tightly onto the sheets for leverage. “I love you, too.” He smirked as he carefully lifted his bottom up and slamming himself back down so hard it earned him a deep groan. “You little fucker.”
Zico gave a warning growl low in his throat and ripped his hand away, gripping onto Himchan’s hips, leaving nail marks in his pale skin. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you till you’re cross-eyed.” He warned, not letting the older boy move at all as he bruisingly started to buck his hips up, grinning at how he made Himchan instantly drop his head and whine his name.
His hands cupped around the back of his neck, lifting up and meeting Himchan halfway to messily kiss his cries away. The both knew they wouldn’t be able to last long, this was just meant to get it out of their systems, they had all the time in the world to make love or tangle sweaty limbs together all night. But right now the only thing on Zico’s mind was the desire to see Himchan’s face when he came, the need to feel their belly’s sticky and warm. He wanted to collapse on top of Himchan’s heaving body and curl around him, not letting go until the sun was rising in the morning.
“Mine.” He whispered into his panting mouth.
Himchan somehow managed to snort, even when he was barely able to keep his head up. “You said that last time.”
“Yeah.” Zico switched their positions again, lifting the other boy’s knees and pressing them tightly to his chest. “But this time I’m not going to wake up alone.” He pulled back until just the very tip remained, slamming back in so hard that it scooted Himchan up the bed. “I’m going to wake up tomorrow and you’re going to be next to me. Aren’t you, hyung?”
Himchan nodded frantically, his mind a million miles away, he just wanted to concentrate on the way Zico felt inside him, filling him, making him complete. “C-Close.” He muttered, biting down on his lip. His stomach had already started tightening and Zico hadn’t even touched him once.
Zico managed to hold out for a few more thrusts but as soon as Himchan started flailing on the sheets, his name pouring out of the heart-shaped lips as their chests were covered in his cum, he lost it.
“Himchan!” His dick pulsed a lot longer than he wanted to admit to, too tired to even find the time to get himself off much lately. He emptied inside of him, waiting until the last appropriate second to pull out, quickly using Himchan’s t-shirt to clean them off.
Sweaty arms wrapped around his belly and yanked him back to the bed, Himchan’s damp body cocooning warmly around him. The messy black hair nuzzled against his chest, open-mouthed kisses sloppily left on Zico’s skin before he bit down painfully and nibbled on the sensitive skin around his collarbone.
“Mine.” Himchan mumbled sleepily, finally releasing his sore skin and settling against his neck. “Love… You…” Zico watched with an amused tilt of his lips as Himchan’s expression slowly started to relax, breaths evening out against his skin.
“I’ve loved you for more than two years, hyung.” Zico whispered, brushing his hair off his forehead. “You’re stuck with me forever. I love you, too.”
Rated: M
Length: 4.4K
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“So you never told me what you were studying?” Himchan leaned back against the bench and closed his eyes. “By the way those cookies were amazing. I’m not going to be able to eat supper tonight.”
Daehyun chuckled as he packed the leftover containers into his backpack. This was how all of their daily meetings at the bench had been going for the last couple months. They would sit in silence for about thirty minutes, the only sounds were the chewing of whatever food Daehyun had brought to share that day. Then they would have about ten minutes of mindless conversation before the younger boy had to rush off to his afternoon classes. “Do you really not know?” He sounded incredulous. “It isn’t obvious?”
“I’m too stuffed for this, just tell me.” Himchan reached over and pinched his thigh earning a high-pitched squeak.
“I’m training to be a chef. The home cooked food I bring you ever single day didn’t tip you off?”
Himchan shrugged. “I just figured you were taking out your homesickness on me. If you wanted someone to take care of I was going to let you use my belly.” He patted his belly and sighed. “You’ll be a great cook, Daehyun-ah.”
Blushing, Daehyun changed the subject to what classes they were going to take for the fall. Himchan being a math major wouldn’t be taking any with him. They were both a little disappointed, their regular meetings turning them into friends.
“I’ve got to head to class. Same time tomorrow?” Daehyun gave him a wide grin and squeezed his shoulder as he walked away.
Himchan stayed at his favorite spot for a while longer. Even though he had come to enjoy the talkative younger boy’s company, he would still rather be alone on his bench.
If Daehyun had to head to class then that meant it was almost four and he knew his brother would be starting to beg for supper. The one good thing about turning his cell phone off when they moved back into the dorm was that he didn’t have to listen to his whiny phone calls. Yongguk took pretty good care of the younger boy and Himchan was glad for that, but the one thing he lacked was skill in the kitchen.
“Hyung!” Junhong attacked him as soon as he walked in the door, just as expected. “Himchannie- hyung please fix me something to eat. Please, please! Gukkie burnt it again and I can’t eat it just to make him feel better!”
“Hey!” Yongguk growled, flicking him in the forehead. “You should be grateful I even attempt to fix anything for your ungrateful little ass. God knows you don’t deserve it!”
Junhong turned his large doe eyes on to his boyfriend and puckered his lips. “Do you really mean that, Gukkie?” He let his voice crack and even managed to squeeze a few tears out.
“Oh shit.” Yongguk looked petrified, his hands reaching to comfort Junhong. “Baby I’m sorry, oh god, don’t cry!”
Junhong rolled his eyes and pushed him away. “You’re too easy. Grow some balls, hyung.” He shrieked as the stronger boy swung him over his back and stormed off towards his bedroom. “What are you doing? I’m hungry! We can have sex later!”
Shuddering, Himchan grabbed his keys back off the counter and made a mad dash for the door as soon as he heard his best friend say something about “showing you who’s boss”.
He headed back towards the university and waited outside the front door for Daehyun to finish his afternoon class. The younger boy had mentioned before that he got out around five and then spend the rest of the night at home. Himchan figured they could go out and kill some time before he was brave enough to venture home again.
“Hyung?” Daehyun smiled widely when he saw Himchan sprawled out across the steps. “What are you doing here?”
Himchan stretched and jumped to his feet. “I was waiting for you. I thought we could go do something.” His nose wrinkled as they walked together. “My roommate is doing unspeakably disgusting things to my little brother right now.”
Daehyun laughed loudly. “I don’t blame you. Do you want to come back to my dorm? I can cook us something for supper.”
That sounded a million times better than whatever he would have thrown together at home. Daehyun’s food was always amazing and the thought of a home-cooked full meal from him was already making Himchan salivate. “Let’s go!”
Daehyun lived all the way across campus in a dorm much nice than Himchan and Yongguk’s tiny one.
“Wow.” Himchan craned his neck to look around the large kitchen and living room. “This is really nice. Do you share with a roommate?”
He nodded, rummaging through the drawers for the pans he needed. “Yeah I have one but I don’t think it’s going to last much longer. He doesn’t seem to like me very much.”
“Really?” Himchan was surprised. Daehyun was an extremely likeable person. He was always laughing, cracking stupid jokes, and bringing treats to share just to be nice. “Why do you th-“
Before he could finish speaking the front door opened, a smiling, chubby-cheeked boy stopping short when he saw Daehyun in the kitchen with someone else. “Who are you?” He demanded bluntly, his demeanor turning aggressive.
Himchan bowed slightly. “Kim Himchan. I’m one of Daehyun’s friends. You must be the roommate Daehyun-ah was telling me about.”
The brown-haired boy flinched at the informal speech, realizing the two boys must have known each other fairly well.
“Yoo Youngjae.” He muttered, anger making his cheeks ruddy and puffy. “I was just coming home to eat supper but I can see I’m interrupting.”
Himchan was uncomfortable with the amount of hatred in the stranger’s eyes as he stared him down. He thought for a second that Daehyun was right, this roommate couldn’t be a good fit for him, but when Youngjae’s eyes flickered to Daehyun and softened slightly, his lips curling up in the corners as he watched the skinny boy flail around the kitchen as he attempted to make a nice meal for them, Himchan guessed what the reason for his constant negativity was.
“You’re not interrupting anything, Youngjae-ssi. Himchan jumped up off the bar stool and smiled reassuringly at him. “Why don’t you two eat together and I just head home? I’m sure my little brother is starving and crying anyways.”
Daehyun looked disappointed but Himchan caught the hesitant smile he made towards Youngjae. “Will I see you tomorrow, hyung?”
He nodded and waved goodbye. “Bring me something with chocolate in it okay?”
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“So I talked to Zico yesterday.” Junhong threw out nonchalantly at breakfast a few days later. “I haven’t talked to him in a long time. Not since we left.”
Himchan’s head raised and his cereal plopped back into his bowl, milk dribbling down his chin. “What? You… You talked to him? What did he say? What did you say? How did he sound? Did he mention me?”
Rolling his eyes, Junhong waved his questions away. “You told me you wanted to move on, hyung. So I’m going to do you a solid and just not answer that.”
He narrowed his eyes at his younger brother, images of pounding his head against the wall in his mind.
Yongguk could see the exact moment he was ready to strike and jumped between the two boys. “Stop!” He shouted, deep authority filling his voice. “Himchan, you will not murder your brother. We’ve been dating a long time now and I’ve grown pretty damn fond of him. And you-“ He turned towards his boyfriend and crossed his arms over his chest. “Don’t be a bitch and just tell him. You know you want to.”
Sticking his tongue out, Junhong huffed and threw himself down in the empty seat. “He sounded fine. He passed one of his tests so he only has one left. Since we’ve been gone he’s been hanging out a lot with Jihoon.” Junhong grimaced. “Not a good choice in my opinion. That boy’s either completely insane or addicted to something illegal.” His eyes suddenly lit up and he smirked at his brother. “He was not happy to hear about your new boyfriend.”
Himchan sputtered for a moment until he caught his breath. “B-But I don’t… Are you talking about Daehyun? He’s not- I mean, we’re not… God, Junhong! Why would you tell him that?” What he really wanted to ask was how Zico took it. Even if it wasn’t true. “Did he…” Himchan swallowed. “Did he even sound like he cared?
Shrugging, Junhong pulled the half-eaten bowl of food towards him. It didn’t look like Himchan was going to be finishing anytime soon anyway. “I guess it depends on what you think I’m going to pull his liver out with my teeth if he’s fucking Himchan means.” He popped the spoon out of his mouth and pursed his lips. “There was also a mention of tying you to his bed and not letting you up for a week.””
A rush of heat shot through him making Himchan squirm uncomfortably in his chair.
“Oh!” Junhong continued, as if he had forgotten. “He’s coming up to visit this Friday. I told him I’d meet him somewhere so you won’t have to worry about seeing him. You know, since you don’t want to and all.” He blinked innocently at his brother.
Himchan had been doing decently the last couple months. The thought of Zico being so far away made things bearable. But if he was going to be in his city, so close to him?
He wasn’t so sure he was strong enough for that.
“So he’s not coming here?”
Junhong shook his head. “I told him to meet me at the bus station and we’d stay out in town for a while. He wants to visit the skate park and I thought Yonggukkie could take us to the movies.”
Himchan wrung his hands together nervously. He had only two days to prepare himself for Zico’s arrival in his town. Did he want to see him? Would Zico even care? Yeah, Junhong said he was upset, but his brother was a liar and he had learned at an early age not to believe anything he told him.
“You don’t have to make up your mind right now.” Yongguk patted his arm sympathetically. “If you don’t want to see him we’ll keep him away from the apartment, okay?”
He nodded. “Thanks Guk. I think I’m going to head to the library for the day. School starts back up in a couple weeks and I need to do some catch-up.” He shoved his chair back and shakily tied his shoelaces. “I’ll be back sometime tonight.”
Yongguk sighed. “He’s an idiot.” He mumbled when he left. “They’re both idiots.”
“I lied.” Junhong snickered into his cereal bowl. “Zico isn’t coming up to see me. As soon as I told him about Daehyun he flipped out. Said he’s going to come up this weekend and claim what’s his. He told me he’s dealt with Himchan’s silent treatment bullshit for too long.”
Yongguk slapped the back of his head forward. “Are you fucking stupid, Junhong? You know how he feels about Zico!”
“He loves him, hyung.” Junhong’s voice was steady and strong. “It’s been months and he’s still hung up over one night together. If it was just a one-time mistake then he wouldn’t be acting like this. Just trust me. Okay?”
Rubbing his thumbs over his temples, Yongguk finally nodded. “Fine. But if he gets more heartbroken then I’m blaming you.”
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“I think Youngjae is looking for a new roommate.” Daehyun ran his finger around the lip of his bottle. He looked devestated over the idea which should have been his first clue, Himchan thought.
“Why do you think that?” It was really hard to concentrate on Daehyun’s problems when he knew Zico was currently in the same town as him at this exact moment, walking around and breathing the same air he was.
Daehyun’s lower lip trembled and he wiped his watery eyes. “I heard him talking on the phone this morning. He said something about not being able to do this anymore. What did I do wrong, hyung?”
He quickly pulled him against his chest, pressing his cheek against Daehyun’s head. “You haven’t done anything wrong, Daehyun-ah. Trust me.”
The younger boy’s breath was hot on his shoulder as he tried to hold back his sobs. “I just don’t know what else to do, hyung! I cook supper for him every night even if he’s not home to eat it. I do his laundry without having to be asked. I even clean the apartment all by myself every weekend. Nothing I do makes him open up to me. What else can I do to make things right?”
“You can start with taking your hands off of my boyfriend.”
The two boys jumped apart, Himchan falling off the bench in shock when he heard the familiar voice. “Z-Zico?” He gulped, hand coming up to cover his heart as it pounded wildly in his chest at seeing the much dreamed about boy again after more than two months apart. His dark hair was shorter and his clothes hung a tiny bit looser on his body, but it was still the same Woo Zico that he had been fantasizing about all summer. “What are you doing here?”
He coked his head to the side and glared at Himchan with such anger that he winced from the intensity in his eyes. “Are you done?” He asked coldly, taking a step towards him. “Are you done being a stubborn little bitch?”
Daehyun glanced between the two boys in worry and confusion. “I’m going to go, hyung. Thanks for the help. Will I see you tomorrow?”
“No.” Zico hissed. “You won’t. Himchan’s going to be busy the rest of the weekend.”
Himchan heard himself whimper embarrassingly loud. “I’ll call you, Daehyun-ah.” He said softly to the nervous boy. “Just go home and tell Youngjae exactly what you just told me.” He smiled knowingly. “His reason for acting like this may not be as bad as you think it is.”
Even though he didn’t look like he believed him, Daehyun nodded anyway, keeping a wide berth of the scarily intimidating boy behind them as he left.
Once he was out of view, Zico stormed the rest of the way towards him, shoving his back against the tree and caging him in with his arms. “I gave you two months.” His voice was tired and judging by the dark circles around his eyes he hadn’t been sleeping any better than Himchan had. “Two entire months for you to accept the fact that you slept with me.”
Himchan refused to move, too terrified to even breathe. He was afraid that one wrong word or movement would send the other boy away again.
“Princess…” Zico’s breath was hot in his ear, hand cupping his neck carefully, as if he was made of glass. “I’ve missed you. Missed you so much.”
“I missed you, too.” Himchan whispered, his tongue swiping over his dry lips. “I thought you didn’t want to see me anymore.”
Zico shook his head. “I was pissed off, hyung. I get mad and I say things I don’t mean. It won’t be the last time.” His body flattened against Himchan’s, both boys eyes closing at the feeling. “Next time just shut me up.”
“How?” Himchan’s thumbs dipped under his baggy t-shirt, brushing carefully against his skin, knee lifting up just slightly to nudge against the other boy’s jeans.
A growl sounded in his ear, the grip on his neck growing tighter. “Just like that.”
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The front door flew open, slamming against the wall as the two boys stumbled inside, bodies attached with firm grips and mouths pressed tightly together.
Junhong rolled his eyes from his position on the couch. “Thank you God.” He muttered sarcastically, grabbing his boyfriend’s hand and hauling him towards the door. “We’ll be back tonight.” He called out, completely ignored by the other two.
Zico had Himchan halfway to his bedroom, hands fumbling with his belt. “I painted you.” He mumbled against his lips, finally managing to yank the leather strip out of his pants and tossing it behind him. “Over and over. Your eyes, your face, the way your body was spread out underneath me. But they were never good enough.”
His mouth dropped open as Zico’s tongue lapped at his Adam’s apple, fingers subtly working on the button to his jeans. “Bedroom.” He gasped out, hand pointing somewhat in the direction of his door.
His back hit the bed, Zico’s body quickly covering his. “Zico-yah…” Himchan mewled when warm hands palmed their way up his chest, thumbs flicking harshly over his nipples. “Hurry?”
Zico chuckled and sat back on his knees. “You’re quite impatient considering I’m the one who came to you.”
He didn’t have the strength to even argue with him, his body so weak with the need for Zico’s touch that he barely had the willpower to pout pathetically. “Want.” He whimpered, bucking his hips up.
“What do you want, Princess?” Zico asked, voice dropping until it was deep and dark and went straight to Himchan’s dick. “What do you want from me?”
“I-Inside.” He resorted to cupping his own erection, his own touch not near as good as the other’s but it was serving its purpose. “Want you inside.”
Zico bit back the groan as he watched Himchan pleasure himself, eyes half-closed and body arching under him. “Tell me what I’ll be doing when I’m inside you.” He ordered, stilling the needy boy’s hand and replacing it with his own. He cupped him through his jeans, putting just the slightest amount of pressure on him.
“Claiming me.” Himchan bit down into his fingers, trying to distract himself from exploding right then. “Making me yours, leaving your mark all over me so everyone knows, just please hurry up and fuck me!”
He sighed in relief when his jeans were suddenly ripped down his legs, boxers quickly joining them leaving Himchan in just his shirt. A moan sailed through the room as his length was quickly engulfed, Zico’s lips stretching tight around him, drawing him so deep into his mouth that the younger boy gagged but refused to stop.
Himchan shakily gripped onto the dark hair and tried his hardest not to thrust into his mouth. The tongue swirled lazily down the side and back up again, a teasing peck on the head before Zico was back on top of him, pinning his arms above his head as he roughly rutted his jeans against Himchan’s sensitive skin.
“Too many clothes.” Himchan panted. He tried to flex his arms out of the strong hold, whining pitifully when he failed. “Please don’t tease me, not now.” His head lolled to the side as Zico nudged his legs apart and settled himself closer, tongue darting out to press against his pulse.
“So impatient.” He murmured, releasing his hands to tug his jeans down while Himchan jumped at the chance to yank his own t-shirt off. They were left with Himchan completely bare but Zico still in a shirt and boxers.
“Do the rest.” Himchan demanded, leaning over the bed to run his fingers under the mattress searching for his bottle of lube. The last one he had left in his bedside drawer and it somehow ended up in his roommates room. He hissed when Zico’s hand cracked down on his backside before he could roll back over. “You fucker, that hurt!”
Zico shrugged, kneeling over him in just his boxers. “Don’t put your sexy ass in my face then.” His eyes trailed over the completely open body below him, eyes darkening in arousal at the way Himchan lifted his knees, hooking his hands around the thighs that Zico had spent eight hours trying to commit to canvas.
His fingers were soon covered in the cool liquid and he wasted no time in preparing him, loving the way Himchan’s eyes fluttered with every thrust and curl, his whimpers and cries becoming the background music to Zico’s visual art.
“Enough baby.” Himchan stilled his wrist and looked up at him with teary eyes. “I want you.”
The suddenly nervous boy nodded, carefully removing his fingers. “Do you have condoms?” He chewed on his plump bottom lip and mentally prayed for a no. The need to feel Himchan’s smooth walls enveloping him with nothing in between them was so strong he was near shaking.
Himchan shook his head, missing the slump of relief. “I’m not… I mean, I haven’t needed them.” He winced awkwardly. “I’ve not been with anyone since you.”
Zico grinned widely, using the time he kissed Himchan to slick himself up, already positioned against him before Himchan even realized what was happening. “Good.” He whispered, carefully sliding in, bit by bit by bit. “I already want to kill that skinny little dark-skinned brat.”
His brain told him to defend his closest friend (because let’s be honest, Yongguk no longer counted), but by the time the sentence caught up to him he was so wrapped up in Zico seated completely inside of him that he couldn’t do anything but tremble, wet lips dropped open in a silent moan.
“Princess…” Zico breathed out heavily, his eyes glazing over but still refusing to tear them away from Himchan’s gaze. He leaned down, hips just barely moving. Just enough to give the other boy a slight jolt of pleasure with each thrust. “I love you.” His whisper was reverent against Himchan’s lips, fingertips counting up his ribs one by one by one.
The words were foreign on Himchan’s ears. Even his own family had never spoken them to him before. It made his whole body flush with heat, his heartbeat roaring in his ears. He stilled Zico’s hips before wrapping his legs around his waist and using what little strength he had left to flip them over.
He smiled softly down at the boy who had laid his whole soul out right at his feet for him. Zico had been trying to show him his true feelings every day for those two weeks they had together and he was too blind or too afraid to see it.
Himchan brought his palm up to his lips and pressed a kiss to it before braiding their fingers together, free hand gripping tightly onto the sheets for leverage. “I love you, too.” He smirked as he carefully lifted his bottom up and slamming himself back down so hard it earned him a deep groan. “You little fucker.”
Zico gave a warning growl low in his throat and ripped his hand away, gripping onto Himchan’s hips, leaving nail marks in his pale skin. “Don’t think I won’t fuck you till you’re cross-eyed.” He warned, not letting the older boy move at all as he bruisingly started to buck his hips up, grinning at how he made Himchan instantly drop his head and whine his name.
His hands cupped around the back of his neck, lifting up and meeting Himchan halfway to messily kiss his cries away. The both knew they wouldn’t be able to last long, this was just meant to get it out of their systems, they had all the time in the world to make love or tangle sweaty limbs together all night. But right now the only thing on Zico’s mind was the desire to see Himchan’s face when he came, the need to feel their belly’s sticky and warm. He wanted to collapse on top of Himchan’s heaving body and curl around him, not letting go until the sun was rising in the morning.
“Mine.” He whispered into his panting mouth.
Himchan somehow managed to snort, even when he was barely able to keep his head up. “You said that last time.”
“Yeah.” Zico switched their positions again, lifting the other boy’s knees and pressing them tightly to his chest. “But this time I’m not going to wake up alone.” He pulled back until just the very tip remained, slamming back in so hard that it scooted Himchan up the bed. “I’m going to wake up tomorrow and you’re going to be next to me. Aren’t you, hyung?”
Himchan nodded frantically, his mind a million miles away, he just wanted to concentrate on the way Zico felt inside him, filling him, making him complete. “C-Close.” He muttered, biting down on his lip. His stomach had already started tightening and Zico hadn’t even touched him once.
Zico managed to hold out for a few more thrusts but as soon as Himchan started flailing on the sheets, his name pouring out of the heart-shaped lips as their chests were covered in his cum, he lost it.
“Himchan!” His dick pulsed a lot longer than he wanted to admit to, too tired to even find the time to get himself off much lately. He emptied inside of him, waiting until the last appropriate second to pull out, quickly using Himchan’s t-shirt to clean them off.
Sweaty arms wrapped around his belly and yanked him back to the bed, Himchan’s damp body cocooning warmly around him. The messy black hair nuzzled against his chest, open-mouthed kisses sloppily left on Zico’s skin before he bit down painfully and nibbled on the sensitive skin around his collarbone.
“Mine.” Himchan mumbled sleepily, finally releasing his sore skin and settling against his neck. “Love… You…” Zico watched with an amused tilt of his lips as Himchan’s expression slowly started to relax, breaths evening out against his skin.
“I’ve loved you for more than two years, hyung.” Zico whispered, brushing his hair off his forehead. “You’re stuck with me forever. I love you, too.”