Sunoo and Ni-ki were curled up on the dorm couch, the room dimly lit by the flickering light of a horror movie playing on the TV. Sunoo had prepared some DIY snacks for them to enjoy while watching, carefully arranging them in a small bowl between them.
But somewhere between the jump scares and suspenseful silence, Ni-ki had mindlessly eaten every last bite.
It wasn’t until the screen flashed again that he noticed something felt off—Sunoo had gone unusually quiet.
Turning his head, Ni-ki asked, “What’s wrong?”
Instead of an answer, he was met with the sight of Sunoo’s lips pushed into a pout, his arms crossed and eyes fixed on the screen in a way that made it clear he was not enjoying himself.
“Oh… sorry. I ate all the snacks, didn’t I?” Ni-ki said, realization dawning too late.
“Whatever,” Sunoo mumbled, standing up abruptly. “This movie’s boring anyway. I’m going to my room.”
“Hyung, wait—” Ni-ki reached out, but Sunoo had already turned and was walking away. Ni-ki quickly got up to catch up to him, grabbing Sunoo’s wrist before he could disappear behind his door.
“Are you really bored… or are you just upset I ate all your snacks?” he asked, looking into Sunoo’s eyes.
Sunoo rolled his eyes. “Dumbass,” he muttered under his breath, tugging his wrist free as he walked into his room.
Ni-ki followed him in without hesitation. “You’re really upset just because I ate your snacks? Seriously, hyung?”
Sunoo plopped down on his bed, crossing his legs with a huff. “Yeah. Why not?”
Ni-ki moved to stand in front of him, his expression softening. “I’m sorry,” he said. “I’ll make it up to you.”
“Oh yeah? How?” Sunoo asked, still pouting, though there was a flicker of curiosity in his eyes.
Without answering, Ni-ki leaned down and gently pulled Sunoo toward him, pressing a kiss to his lips. But this time, it wasn’t the rushed, rough kind they sometimes shared in stolen moments—it was soft. Slow. Deliberate.
A quiet apology in the form of a kiss.
One kiss turned into another… then another.
What started as a quiet apology slowly unraveled into something deeper, something neither of them said aloud—but both felt in the space between touches and breathless pauses.
Their clothes fell away piece by piece, forgotten on the floor, as they moved in sync, bodies pulled together like gravity had chosen them for each other.
The room was dim, quiet save for the soft rustle of sheets and the occasional, breathy moan that escaped Sunoo’s lips. Ni-ki’s movements were deep, steady, but unhurried—each motion intentional, his focus entirely on Sunoo. On every reaction he could pull from him. Every sigh. Every tremble.
Sunoo’s fingers curled against Ni-ki’s shoulder, his eyes fluttering shut as warmth bloomed low in his stomach. There was a tenderness in the way Ni-ki held him, kissed his neck, brushed his thumb along his side—like he was memorizing him, not just touching him.
Sunoo’s chest rising and falling in soft, stuttered breaths. His eyes were half-lidded, lashes trembling as they fluttered with every thrust of Ni-ki’s hips.
He looked dazed—lost in it.
The kind of lost that wasn’t frantic, but deep. Pulled under, willingly
Sunoo’s back arched, fingers curling tight into the sheets as the pleasure crested hard. His body trembled in front of Ni-ki, thighs twitching as he cried out—a sound raw and broken, his mouth hanging open in a silent gasp before it melted into a whimper.
White streaks painted across the bedsheets, warm and sudden, his entire frame shuddering as the orgasm rolled through him like a wave too strong to fight.
But Ni-ki didn’t stop.
He stayed buried deep, hips rolling in a rhythm that had softened but didn’t let up, dragging Sunoo through every aftershock—through every flutter and twitch, refusing to let him come down too fast.
Sunoo vision hazy with pleasure, lips parted as he tried to catch his breath.
And then he felt it—that warmth. Sudden, thick, spreading deep inside.
A low, guttural moan rumbled from Ni-ki’s chest, his head falling back as his release hit. His fingers dug into Sunoo’s hips, holding him close like he couldn’t bear to let go, not even for a second.
He stayed there, panting, their skin sticky, their hearts pounding out of sync.
For a long moment, nothing moved but their breathing.
Then Ni-ki looked down at him, still catching his breath, eyes dark but soft around the edges.
“You okay?” he murmured, voice low and rough.
Sunoo nodded slowly, still dazed, a small smile tugging at his lips. “You really made up for those snacks,” he whispered.
Ni-ki laughed—quiet, breathless, and totally wrecked. “I’ll bring you ten bowls next time.”
