advice starter for @loftyfalls
maybe it comes with being an older brother, but hyunwoo can be protective. yunseong isn't his younger brother, and they sure as hell aren't related by blood, but to hyunwoo, yunseong's pretty much family to him. he worries about him, like an older brother does, and he gives him advice, like an older brother would to.
"go slow," he says, and he lifts his hand up, moving his thumb in a circle-like movement. "if you go too fast, she'll hate it — it'll feel like a fucking jolt, and not in a good way," he places his hand down and takes a sip of his drink.
somehow, he's found himself giving yunseong sex advice of all things. not like he's ever shied away from these things, hyunwoo is the furthest thing from a prude. "do you use your tongue or is it all just... dick and hands for you?"
this probably isn't the best place to discuss it though, so openly at a bbq joint of all places. but hyunwoo, genuinely, wants to help, and he thinks he's being a good friend ( and older brother figure! ), by doing so.
yunseong had always wanted a brother, but he hadn't realized how much until attending university, where he'd found fraternity in the other young men of his skating team, or in the upperclassmen who walked in similarly elite circles as the rest of his family. hyunwoo was one of those who had graciously taken yunseong under his wing, seeing past both of their cool, collected chaebol facades and meeting yunseong's quiet bright-eyed curiosity with his own clear-faced candor.
what he hadn't anticipated, having grown up in circles dominated by understated elegance and quiet propriety, with very little time to actually socialize with his own peers outside of skating practice and study hall, was the locker room talk, the way masculinity in young adulthood manifested itself when there was no turned-up nose of society sniffing it out. there was humor to it, freedom, a kind of bawdy, unbridled expression that made it safe and acceptable to say and do whatever he wanted and know his brothers-in-arms would have his back.
was this what he had to look forward to when it would finally be time for him to retire from skating and enlist in the military? perhaps it wouldn't be so bad after all.
yunseong is on his own second drink, something sickeningly bittersweet that wouldn't look too girly in a clear glass. already, there is a rosy tint across his cheeks and the bridge of his nose. how else would he have been so willingly brazen when confessing to hyunwoo that the last woman he'd slept with had insisted, in less than enthusiastic tones, that, 'it wasn't bad, I just think I might be a lesbian.'
"my tongue? like my mouth?" he takes a moment to process the question after having spent the last several seconds watching hyunwoo's demonstration attentively, contemplates the fact that his only oral trysts had ever been with those of his own sex, and registers with a pang of visible embarrassment: "i guess I didn't realize that was an option."
