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[bbysboy]

— cheap thrills;

[bbysboy]

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sunan drummed his fingers on the table, giving jaehyun the necessary window of time to process the information he’d just been given. an unwanted wave of unease ran through his body, making him straighten his back unconsciously ⸻ what if jaehyun was expecting something else? was it his age? sunan didn’t think concealing his image could eventually become an issue, but jaehyun was wide-eyed and red-cheeked and, as endearing as it was, it made him unsure. he uncrossed his ankles under the tablecloth, moving a few centimeters back in his chair so as to provide the younger with some semblance of physical space as well.

“that is… mostly my fault. i didn’t give you much to work with, did i?” sunan reasoned, allowing a chuckle to make its way out of his lips as he eyed the boy with something that was half bashfulness half stubborn confidence. “i’m sorry if this is unsettling. in my defense, i did say you’d be surprised, didn’t i?” jaehyun’s body language was currently giving him a hint of what what going on in his mind, so he made sure the smile on his face was kind. he didn’t want their whole night to be something jaehyun felt he had to go through. they were both there to get to know each other in a comfortable atmosphere; the sooner they got through those first few awkward minutes, that handful of standard words humans tended to toss back and forth in situations like these, the sooner they’d be able to actually talk.

“i haven’t been here long, don’t worry,” the edges of sunan’s smile took on a gentler shape then, as he watched jaehyun hesitate before sitting down. it was all somehow very characteristic of the person he’d partially come to know through their messages up to that moment. despite being ninety-nine percent sure he shouldn’t be this aware of those small details already, he stubbornly kept his gaze on him. “go ahead. i’d pull out your chair and all but i think that’s sort of heteronormative.” wetting his lips, sunan considered if maybe he should refrain from saying the words on his tongue, but ultimately cleared his throat, deciding they could be helpful. “i know this feels very standard and formal, but i’m the guy you roasted because of shrek and you’re the guy who sends people he barely knows memes of himself,” his eyes glinted with mirth as he rested his chin on his palm. “although we do have some important things to discuss tonight, we’re still just us. with some fancy wine and ridiculous amounts of really nice food to stuff ourselves with.”

jaehyun cracked a smile, feeling the fog around his head dissipate just a little. “yeah, you really didn’t,” he agreed, accusation carrying as much of an edge of seriousness as his (endless, purposefully annoying) requests of just a picture, maybe; just a hint. things he genuinely wanted, but felt he had no real right to ask for. “yeah, i definitely am — but, like, not in a bad way! you’re —” very hot, “um. i’m positively surprised is what i mean,” the burn in his cheeks deepened until it scorched, likely brighter than his recently retouched pink hair. god, he just wanted to reassure sunan, because the man, too, seemed a little out of place, which did not fit him well. or maybe he was projecting.

there was the ghost of a laughter and jaehyun nodded, at last taking his seat. “i mean, i wouldn’t mind, but then you put it like that and any resemblance to straight people sounds disgusting,” cool. this is cool. every word to come out of his mouth still tasted of what the hell was he saying and shut up jaehyun oh my god, yet a conversation was starting to flow and his mind was somewhat more occupied, without a window to overthink everything into sheer panic. he certainly could not run out of there at that point.

any semblance of poise and focus as he listened to sunan was short-lived, dissolving in laughter. he hid his face behind his hands just for a moment, trying to drown his own noise out. “oh my god, you’re never getting over it, are you?” he shook his head, poorly-hidden amusement amidst disbelief. “you took this too personally; i’m worried. what do i even need to do so we’re even?” he leaned back against his chair, tension starting to melt from his shoulders. “i’m sorry. i know this is probably a standard night out for you, but i… i will settle into it eventually. by all means, lead the way,” he was still acutely aware of how out of place he was; how just the cutlery in front of him was likely more expensive than everything he owned put together and, to be fair, he was afraid to read the prices on the menu, but he couldn’t complain much. he just needed some time to recover his spontaneity and connect the persona he’d met through text to sunan’s (still a little unsettling and far too attractive) face.

[bbysboy]

— cheap thrills;

[bbysboy]

enamoureds‌:

sunan fiddled with his rings, too immersed in the mundanity of the task to take note of his surroundings. he was already familiar with the place, there wasn’t much to be seen that his eyes didn’t already know; the mauve silk curtains, the white roses at the center of each table (three in each, so as to catch the eye but not distract from the rest of the setting), the low lights and wooden tables—— it was a nice place, not fancy enough to be considered snobbish but definitely more expensive than most restaurants around this part of the city, owned by a friend who occasionally catered for mergers and conferences at the agency sunan worked for.

dressed in a black dress shirt loosely tucked inside jeans with the hems rolled up, sunan hoped he’d be able to come off as someone respectable, yet unintimidating enough to make jaehyun comfortable. he bit his lip softly. making jaehyun comfortable from their first personal meeting was a priority, one which could dictate the entire rest of their relationship in the future. and the thing was that sunan wasn’t usually worried about looking intimidating, but being a sugar daddy hadn’t been his decision; a combination of elation plus a few drinks had led his coworkers to succeed in easing him into the idea, and as if being out of his element wasn’t iffy enough, it didn’t help that jaehyun was pretty. genuinely pretty, with nice lips and gently slanted eyes, and an aura that was compelling enough to entice even through the few pictures he’d seen.

some of the benefactors on the website had blurry shots of their conversibles or business portraits in stuffy suits as profile photos, but sunan found it all rather tasteless for a myriad of reasons; he knew he had enough money to be able to provide comfortably without showing off, and along with the matter of protecting his image and privacy, everything rolled up had led him to the decision of not uploading any truly personal content onto his profile. it was to be expected that jaehyun didn’t know what he looked like, which was why his only reaction to the boy’s confusion was to curve his lips into an amused smile. “your friend and i apparently share a name that’s not very common around here,” he paused, resting his chin on his fist. “unless you’re jaehyun, of course. and i have to say i’ll be very disappointed if you aren’t.”

frozen on the spot, eyes widened, jaehyun could do nothing but feel the drum of his heart against his ribcage and the heat that consumed his cheeks -- if from embarassment at his confusion or from the man’s smooth, implicit compliment, he couldn’t tell. too many different thoughts flooded his mind, colliding, hardly discernible noises. fuck. so it really was sunan. how?

not only his youthful appearance threw jaehyun off, so unexpected for someone who seemed to have already built his own empire, carrying two degrees to his name. the thing was, sunan was handsome. the kind of handsome that should have no problem finding a hookup; and as if his good looks weren’t enough, his brains, his playful yet sophisticated manners that made themselves felt even through text, should award him a number of wannabe suitors. in short, sunan was the kind of man who stayed single by choice. it didn’t make sense: why would someone like that, who could have anyone he wanted for free, choose to spend so much money on an arrangement such as a sugar companionship?

none of those waves of realization helped jaehyun feel like his wage was secured. if his sugar daddy was at least boarding his fifties, he could believe himself to be a fair, sufficient pairing. however, sunan couldn’t be further from that type -- in fact, if they’d met in any other context, jaehyun would probably be himself crawling after him, dreaming with at least one taste while painfully aware sunan would hardly notice him amidst his sea of options. his already thriving self-consciousness became painfully acute. he wasn’t the hottest guy, what with his lanky limbs that at times seemed to become entangled in one another, his pale tummy that outlined bones instead of abs -- too much of a twink, as his ex had put it -- and his lack of a substantial intellectual backbone. why would sunan want to follow through with him?

fighting the urge to run away like a scared teenager in front of their crush, jaehyun cleaned his throat as he forced his eyes to remain locked with sunan’s. “i’m sorry, i just… didn’t know what to expect,” his lips outlined a thin smile before he properly greeted the man, now with a proper curtsey. “i hope i didn’t leave you waiting for too long. hm, may i…?” a vague gesture to the chair behind him.

[bbysboy]

— cheap thrills;

even after noticing it and telling himself to be careful, jaehyun still tripped on the small step at the restaurant’s front door, earning a concerned look from the receptionist. fuck. he really was helpless.

he’d already fixed his hair with the aid of his reflex on the glass walls one last time, and maybe one last time before the last last one. he had his best clothes on and the smell of his most expensive perfume — which, granted, probably wasn’t that much —, everything to try and pass an image a little more impressive than just a lanky, broke university student, yet his confidence hadn’t been heightened at all. what if sunan found him disappointing? what if he turned out to be a 80-year-old creep with psychopathic tendencies? what if he fucked up and had his reputation ruined for the whole of the city to know? okay, all those options were pretty fatalistic, but he didn’t know what to expect. it wasn’t like he had received coaching on the career of sugar baby. he barely managed to believe he’d been allowed in a place of that caliber, damn it.

okay. alright. couldn’t leave him waiting all night, right? jae straightened his posture and walked in with all that remained of his dignity, eyes discreetly inspecting the numbers of each table. everything in that place emanated richness and sophistication, from the decor. it so wasn’t his element… even though he guessed he could get used to it, if that night didn’t go terribly wrong.

he spotted the number of the reserved table before even sparing a glance at who occupied it. “sunan?” he muttered. well, it should be him, shouldn’t it? considering the mesmerizing view outside the wide window, jaehyun surely hoped he was at the right table. he finally turned to look at his company, only to freeze on the spot, embarrassment making him stumble. he had a feeling he’d gotten the table wrong. it couldn’t be that guy, could it? he shouldn’t even have reached his thirties yet — and he was a little too hot and handsome as well, with warm doe-eyes that made him seem too nice for, well... that sort of arrangement. nope, he didn’t look like a sugar daddy in the slightest; at least not like that which jae had in mind. starting off well, aren’t we? “uh, i’m sorry, i’m... i confused you with a friend.”