Jeongin and Jisung arrive at the club in Seoul, the bass from the music already thumping through their bodies. The place is packed, filled with a mixture of locals and the occasional celebrity. As they make their way through the crowd, they spot a few familiar faces: Wonho, Jungkook, Ryujin, Chuu, Fatou, and Jimin, all mingling and chatting with each other.
Jeongin and Jisung make their way to the bar, ordering a couple of drinks before finding a relatively unoccupied spot to stand and survey the scene. They see Wonho dancing with a group of girls, Jungkook chatting up a few guys at the other end of the bar, Ryujin and Chuu getting cocktails from the bartender, and Fatou and Jimin sitting at a table, deep in conversation. The atmosphere is electric, alive with energy and excitement.
"Oh man, look at all these idols," Jisung says, eyes wide as he takes in the scene. "It's like a mini-convention in here."
Jeongin nods, sipping his drink. "Definitely. Looks like everyone's here to dance and have a good time."
Just then, Wonho catches sight of Jeongin and Jisung and waves them over. "Hey, guys!" he says, grinning. "Come join us, we're having a blast!"
Jeongin and Jisung exchange a glance before shrugging and making their way over to Wonho and his group.
They're soon enveloped in the group, and before long, they're all dancing and laughing together. Jeongin and Jisung feel a little starstruck at first, but soon they're caught up in the music and the atmosphere, just having a good time like everyone else.
Jungkook turns to the group, a friendly grin on his face. "I'm heading to the bar to grab a drink, anyone else need one?" he asks, looking around at the group.
A chorus of "yes, please" and "me too" go up, and Jungkook chuckles before making his way through the crowd to the bar. He returns a few minutes later with a tray of drinks, handing them out to everyone with a charming smile.
Jeongin leans in close to Jisung, concerned. "Are you sure you should be drinking?" he asks, his voice low. "I know you don't handle alcohol well."
Jisung nods, grinning. "I'll be fine, don't worry! I'm just gonna have a couple to loosen up and have a good time with everyone. I won't overdo it."
Jeongin studies Jisung for a moment before finally shrugging. "Alright, suit yourself," he says, taking a sip of his own drink. "Just don't come crying to me when you can't walk straight in a couple hours."
Three drinks later, Jisung is feeling the effects of the alcohol. He's stumbling a bit, his words slurring together, and he's got a silly grin on his face. Jeongin is trying to keep an eye on him, making sure he doesn't wander off or do anything foolish.
"Jisung, maybe you should take it easy?" Jeongin suggests, placing a steadying hand on Jisung's shoulder. "You're already pretty drunk."
Jisung laughs, leaning heavily on Jeongin. "I'm fine, I'm fine," he insists, trying to wave him off. "Just a little tipsy, that's all."
Wonho, who's been watching the two of them with amusement, decides to chime in. "Yeah, Jisung, you might want to slow down," he says, taking a sip of his own drink. "You don't want to regret this in the morning."
Jisung pouts. "But I'm having fun!" he protests, trying to stand up straighter and almost losing his balance. Jeongin quickly grabs his arm to steady him.
"Alright, that's enough, Jisung," Jeongin says, his tone firm. "You've clearly had enough alcohol for the night. You need to call it quits now before you do something stupid that ends up on social media."
Jisung grumbles a bit, but he can tell from Jeongin's tone that he's serious. He nods reluctantly, leaning on Jeongin for support. "Fine, fine," he says, pouting again.
The others in the group chuckle and giggle at Jisung's pouty face, finding his drunken state amusing. Wonho, always the flirt, pipes up, "You know, Jisung's kinda hot like this," with a wink.
Jeongin's eyes widen at that, and he makes a "what the fuck" face at Wonho. He quickly shoots him a warning glance, his overprotective streak showing. "Back off, Wonho," he says firmly, tugging Jisung tighter to his side.
Wonho grins, throwing his hands up in surrender. "I'm just saying, it's a sight to behold," he chuckles. "No need to get all protective."
Jeongin rolls his eyes, trying to ignore Wonho's comment. He's more focused on making sure Jisung stays upright and doesn't embarrass himself in front of everyone. He leads him away from the group, muttering, "Come on, let's get some water."
He helps Jisung stumble over to the bar, where he orders two large bottles of water. While they wait for their drinks, Jeongin keeps an arm around Jisung, making sure he doesn't wander off or stumble into anyone.
Finally, the bartender hands over the bottles of water, and Jeongin quickly opens one of them, putting it in Jisung's hand. "Drink this," he instructs firmly, guiding the bottle to Jisung's lips.
Jisung grumbles a bit, not in the mood for water, but he takes a few sips under Jeongin's watchful eye.
"There, that's better," Jeongin says, wiping away a stray drop of water from Jisung's chin. "Now, let's find a quiet spot somewhere, and you can just chill out for a bit while the alcohol wears off."
He leads Jisung over to a quieter area of the club, finding a spot for them to sit down.
Jeongin settles Jisung in, making sure he's propped up against something so he won't fall over. He takes the other seat beside him, keeping a watchful eye on his friend.
"Just stay here and drink your water," Jeongin tells him. "I'm not letting you out of my sight until you sober up completely."
Jisung, looking a bit dazed and out of it, speaks up quietly, his words slurring together. "I'm...sorry," he says, resting his head against Jeongin's shoulder. "I...didn't mean to get too drunk."
Jeongin pats his head gently, his expression softening. "It's okay, Jisung," he says gently. "You just had a bit too much fun, that's all. Just focus on drinking water and sobering up, alright?"
Wonho, who's still partying with some of the other idols and locals, throws mischievous glances and playful smiles towards Jisung and Jeongin. He makes some teasing gestures, like pretending to drink or raise a glass in their direction, chuckling to himself. It's his way of teasing Jisung for getting too drunk and relying on someone to take care of him. Jeongin shoots him a stern glare, not amused by Wonho's antics, but Wonho just laughs it off and continues dancing and enjoying himself.
Jeongin rolls his eyes at Wonho's antics, shaking his head. "Ignore him," he says to Jisung, patting his back. "He's just trying to mess with you."
Jisung chuckles weakly, nodding his head. "Yeah, I...I know," he replies, taking another sip of his water. "He...he does that a lot."
Jeongin nods, giving Wonho one last annoyed look before turning back to Jisung. "Just focus on sobering up," he says again, handing him another bottle of water. "You'll feel better soon."
Jisung takes the bottle, nodding gratefully. "Thanks," he says softly, sipping on the water as he leans against Jeongin. They sit there for a while longer, Jisung slowly sobering up and Jeongin keeping a watchful eye on him, making sure he's alright.
The two of them continue to sit and relax, enjoying a moment of peace away from the commotion of the club. Jeongin keeps a protective arm around Jisung, making sure he's comfortable as he sobers up.
Suddenly, Jeongin's phone buzzes in his pocket, breaking the calm atmosphere of their quiet nook. He fishes his phone out, seeing a text message notification.
"Hold on," he says to Jisung, quickly unlocking his phone to check the message. As he reads it, his expression turns serious, and he mutters a curse under his breath.
"What's wrong?" Jisung asks, leaning over to see the phone. His words are much clearer now, although he's still a little wobbly.
Jeongin quickly locks his screen, shaking his head. "Just some family stuff," he explains, not wanting to worry Jisung. "I need to take care of it right away, though. Are you good to sit here for a bit? I'll be back soon."
Jisung nods, understandingly. "Yeah, no worries," he says, offering Jeongin a reassuring smile. "I'll be right here when you get back."
Grateful for Jisung's understanding, Jeongin gives his shoulder a gentle squeeze before quickly making his way through the crowd and out of the club.
Wonho, noticing Jeongin's sudden exit and Jisung sitting alone, looks over to their direction. He raises an eyebrow, watching Jeongin disappear from sight before turning towards Jisung with a curious expression. "Hey, where's Jeongin off to?" he asks, making his way towards Jisung's spot. "Don't tell me he's leaving you here all alone, Jisung. You're still a bit wobbly on your feet."
Jisung lifts his head, flashing a small smile at Wonho. "Nah, he had to take care of some family stuff," he explains. "He said he'd be back soon."
Wonho nods, leaning against a nearby table. "Ah, gotcha," he says, scratching his head. "That kid's pretty responsible, isn't he?"
Jisung chuckles, nodding in agreement. "Yeah, he always is. He takes good care of me, though," he adds, a soft smile on his face.
Wonho chuckles in response, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, if he's not around, maybe I can take care of you for a bit," he offers with a smirk.
But then, as if realizing the innuendo in his words, he quickly follows up with a laugh. "I'm just kidding, Jisung. I know Jeongin would kill me if I touched a hair on your head."
Jisung lets out a soft giggle, shaking his head. "Yeah, he'd definitely beat your ass," he jokes, his expression amused. "He's protective like that."
Wonho grins, reaching out to ruffle Jisung's hair playfully, leaning in a bit closer than necessary. His belt is just a few inches away from Jisung's face, and he takes a moment to tease him.
"He's a good friend, that Jeongin," Wonho muses with a grin. "Though, he can be a bit...overprotective. Don't you think, Jisung?"
Jisung smirks, chuckling at Wonho's playful teasing. "Oh, you have no idea," he jokes, nodding in agreement. "He acts like my second mother sometimes, always looking out for me and nagging me to be careful."
Wonho nods, still grinning widely. "Well, someone has to keep you in line, Jisung. You're a bit of a handful, you know that?" he teases
Jisung laughs, feeling more lighthearted and relaxed thanks to the conversation. "Oh, don't act like you're any better, Wonho," he retorts playfully. "You can be just as reckless as I am sometimes."
Wonho laughs, playing along with Jisung's teasing. "Touché," he admits with a grin.
As he stands there, he begins to gently rub his fingertips into Jisung's scalp, the touch surprisingly soothing. He then slowly tightens his grip on Jisung's hair, tugging gently.
The gesture causes Jisung to shiver, his eyes widening slightly as he looks up at Wonho. He can feel the gentle pressure on his scalp and the slight tension in his hair.
Wonho chuckles softly, enjoying the reaction he's getting from Jisung. "You like that, Jisung?" he teases, his voice low and teasing. He continues to gently grip and tug on Jisung's hair, a subtle gesture that somehow feels both intimate and playful.
Jisung lets out a soft chuckle, his eyes locking with Wonho's. "Y-yeah," he stammers, his voice betraying a hint of flustered surprise. "It feels...weirdly nice," he admits, not wanting to show how much he enjoys it.
Wonho's smirk widens as he continues to gently play with Jisung's hair, tugging just a bit harder now. He leans in a bit closer, his voice dropping to a lower tone. "You know, you make such cute little noises when I do this," he teases, obviously enjoying the effect he's having on Jisung
Wonho places his drink on a nearby table, his eyes never leaving Jisung's. He then reaches out and grabs one of Jisung's hands, guiding it towards his belt.
"There you go," he says softly, his voice low with playful mischief. "Feel that, Jisung? This is what you do to me."
Jisung stutters, a mix of surprise and excitement flooding his senses. He bites his lower lip, feeling the texture of Wonho's belt beneath his fingertips. "I-I..." he begins, struggling to find the right words, his voice unsteady. "I, uh, I can...feel it," he finally manages to say, his cheeks flushed.
Wonho chuckles softly at Jisung's stuttering response, clearly enjoying the effect he's having on him. He looks down at Jisung, a teasing glint in his eyes. "Good," he says simply, his voice smooth and confident. "I want you to feel it. To know what you do to me."
Jisung swallows hard, his heart pounding as he continues to feel the belt beneath his fingertips. He can't help but squirm slightly under Wonho's intense gaze. "Y-you...you're playing with fire," he stammers, his voice barely above a whisper now.
Wonho's grin widens, his eyes dark with desire as he leans in closer to Jisung. "Maybe I am," he murmurs, his voice dropping to a lower octave. "But you like it, don't you, Jisung? You like the thrill, the anticipation."
Jisung bites his lower lip, not wanting to admit how much he's enjoying the tension between them. He stammers softly, his voice shaking, "I-I...I don't-"
But before he can continue, Wonho acts swiftly, using his free hand to unfasten his belt. The sound of the buckle being undone fills the air as Wonho's other hand remains tightly wound in Jisung's hair, pulling slightly.
As Wonho slips the belt out of its loops, he lets it hang loose, the leather dangling tantalizingly close to Jisung's hand. He grins devilishly, his eyes dark with desire. "You were saying, Jisung?" he purrs, his voice dripping with seduction.
Jisung's face flushes an even deeper shade of red, torn between embarrassment and arousal. His gaze darts between the belt in Wonho's hand and the intense look in his eyes. Finally, he swallows hard, his words coming out in a breathless whisper. "I...I...like it," he admits, unable to deny the truth any longer.
Wonho's cocky smirk widens to a grin at Jisung's admission. "I knew it," he purrs, leaning in closer. "And what do you want right now, Jisung? Tell me what you want."
Jisung's breath catches in his throat, his heart pounding in his chest. His mind races with a swirl of desires as he looks up at Wonho, his voice trembling slightly as he replies, "You. I want you, Wonho."
Wonho leans in even closer, his voice barely above a whisper now as he repeats his demand, his tone leaving no room for uncertainty. "Do. Something. About it," he repeats, each word dripping with seduction.
The tension between them grows thicker by the second as Jisung shivers, his body reacting to Wonho's words and the way he is being held in place. He swallows hard, his heart pounding in his chest as he meets Wonho's intense gaze. Slowly, he reaches up and grips the lapels of Wonho's jacket, pulling him closer. "I will," he breathes, his voice filled with a mix of desire and anticipation.
Their faces are mere inches apart now, and Wonho's smirk turns even more playful. "That's what I like to hear," he murmurs, his breath warm against Jisung's skin. "I want to see what you're capable of, Jisung. Show me how badly you want it."
Jisung nods in agreement, his breathing growing more shallow as he starts to unfastens Wonho's fly, his fingers trembling slightly with anticipation. He meets Wonho's gaze, a mixture of desire and uncertainty in his eyes.
The sound of the zipper moving down fills the air, Jisung's hand working with a mix of nervousness and urgency. As he finishes, he slides his hand inside, feeling the warmth of Wonho's skin beneath his fingers.
"Wonho..." he murmurs huskily, his fingers exploring gently, his touch a mixture of excitement and tenderness. His eyes never leave Wonho's, his face flushed with arousal and anticipation. "Mmm...keep going, Jisung," Wonho encourages, his voice a low purr. "I want to feel what you can do."
Jisung takes out Wonho's cock, it's smooth pubes soft in his hands. He brings it closer to him, burying his face in it. As he does, his lips brush up against the tip. He lets out a little sigh, his breath warm and gentle against the bear. He starts kissing the tip over and over while looking up at Wonho.
Wonho watches Jisung with a lazy grin, his eyes dark with desire as he takes in the sight of Jisung kissing his cock. A low moan escapes his lips as he watches Jisung's lips caress the soft fabric. "You're such a tease, Jisung," he murmurs, his voice thick with arousal. He taps the tip on Jisung's tongue a few times.
Jisung's tongue darts out, playfully chasing after the tip as Wonho taps it against his mouth a few more times. He meets Wonho's gaze with a teasing glint in his eyes. "Am I?" he purrs, his voice laced with seduction. "Or am I a little bit irresistible?" He continues to kiss the tip, his tongue occasionally darting out to lick at his pubic hair.
Jisung carefully reaches for Wonho's balls underneath his cock and quickly brings them to his mouth, stuffing them in as stealthily as possible. He looks up at Wonho, a mischievous sparkle in his eyes, a muffled laugh escapes around the candy, making his cheeks puff out like a chipmunks.
Jisung starts to suck on Wonho's balls, his cheeks puffing out even more as he does. He maintains eye contact with Wonho, a mischievous glint in his eyes, as he flicks his tongue out to tease him. The sound of Jisung's cheeks smacking together and the suction of his mouth fills the room.
Wonho takes a step back, a devilish grin on his face as he looks Jisung over. "Get up," he says simply, a command in his voice. When Jisung complies, standing up, Wonho grabs his hand and leads him toward the bathroom.
Wonho pushes Jisung gently into the stall, closing the door behind them. He doesn't bother to lock it, his focus completely on Jisung. "You're so easy to tease," he murmurs, his voice low and husky. Without waiting for a response, he moves closer, his lips finding Jisung's in a fierce kiss.
Jisung reciprocates eagerly, his arms wrapping tightly around Wonho's neck as he pulls him closer. Their bodies press together and their tongues tangle hungrily, both of them caught up in the intensity of the moment.
Wonho's hands find their way to Jisung's waistband, his fingers grazing over the fabric teasingly. He slides his hand downward, slipping under the cloth of Jisung's pants and undergarment as if it was the mostnatural thing in the world.
Jisung shivers at the touch, a soft gasp escaping his lips as he feels Wonho's fingers against his skin. He instinctively presses closer, wanting more of that touch, his breathing growing heavier with each passing moment.
Wonho works quickly, pushing Jisung's pants and underwear down his thighs, making sure to keep the mood subtle yet charged with anticipation. His eyes never leave Jisung's, his desire evident in his gaze.
The sound of fabric rustling fills the stall, followed by Jisung's quick intake of breath as he feels the familiar sensation of exposure. He breaks eye contact for a second, looking down at himself then back up at Wonho, a mix of embarrassment and arousal evident in his expression.
Wonho's hand connects with Jisung's backside, the sound echoing through the stall. It's not a hard slap, but it's enough to make Jisung's eyes widen in surprise. He jumps slightly at first, but then his cheeks flush a deeper shade of red, and he bites his lower lip. The sensation sends a thrill through his body, his fingers clenching as he fights back a moan.
Wonho watches Jisung's reaction closely, a smug grin on his face. He leans in closer, his lips brushing against the shell of Jisung's ear as he whispers, "Did you like that?" His breath is warm, his voice sending a shiver down Jisung's spine.
Jisung can only nod in response, his body responding to Wonho's touch and words. His breath comes out in shallow gasps, and he rocks his hips slightly, seeking more of that delicious friction. He can feel the heat pooling in his stomach, the anticipation building with every heartbeat.
Wonho pulls away slightly, his eyes scanning Jisung's face, his voice low and husky as he asks, "Do you want to go in my car instead? It's a bit crowded here." The suggestion hangs in the air between them, both of them fully aware of what that would entail.
Jisung nods, the agreement unspoken but undeniable in his eyes. "Yes," he says softly, his voice tinged with excitement and arousal. "I want to go to your car." The words are barely above a whisper, but they seem to hang in the air, carrying with them the weight of anticipation.
The scene now shifts to the inside of Wonho's car. Jisung's upper body is half in, half out of the open window, his voice loud and unrestrained as he cries out in pleasure. His body jolts as the car moves, his grip on the window frame tightening. Despite the intensity of the moment, the scene is still relatively discreet, the passing cars and pedestrians outside none the wiser to the intimate moment taking place within Wonho's vehicle.
The windows are tinted, providing some privacy, but the sound of Jisung's moans and the rhythmic jolt of the car are unmistakable to anyone who might be paying attention. Wonho's gaze is locked on Jisung, a wicked grin on his face as he savors the sight and sound of him coming undone.
"You look so good," Wonho purrs, his voice heavy with desire. His hand reaches out, gripping Jisung's thigh firmly, his fingers digging into the soft flesh. Pleasure and intensity build, the rhythm of the car's movement only adding to the sensations coursing through both of them.
Jisung's voice is a mix of moans and groans, his breath coming out in gasps as he struggles to find the words to respond. He manages to gasp out, "Don't stop, Wonho. Don't stop." His eyes are half-lidded, his face flushed with pleasure as he clings to the window frame for support.
"I won't," Wonho promises, his grip on Jisung's thigh tightening as he accelerates the rhythm of his thrusts, matching it to the car's jolting motion. Waves of pleasure wash over him, but the sight of Jisung's pleasure only drives him further. He whispers hot, lust-filled words of praise and encouragement into Jisung's ear, stoking the fire between them.
Jisung's voice raises, a string of curses falling from his lips as the intensity builds. His eyes are wide with pleasure, his whole body tensing as he grips the window frame even harder. He can hardly think, hardly speak, his mind consumed entirely by the sensations coursing through him.
"Oh, fuck!" he cries out, his voice echoing through the car as Wonho hits just the right spot, sending a jolt of pleasure coursing through him. His breathing is ragged, harsh gasps mingling with half-formed curses and moans. He can hardly control himself, losing himself completely in the moment.
The rhythm of the car adds an extra layer of sensation, each jolt causing Jisung to lose control further. His back arches, his body begging for more as he shamelessly vocalizes his pleasure. Wonho's thrusts become more frantic, his grip on Jisung's thigh almost bruising as he pushes them both closer and closer to the edge.
"F*ck, Wonho!" Jisung gasps, his voice cracking as Wonho's thrusts become almost merciless, driving him mad with pleasure. He doesn't even care who might hear them - the world outside the car might as well have disappeared.
Jisung can't think, can't focus on anything but the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him. His body is taut as a bow, every nerve ending on fire. His curses turn into a stream of half-moans, half-words, a jumbled mixture of profanity and need. Each thrust sends another wave of intensity through him, threatening to shatter him. He's teetering on the edge, the tension building to a fever pitch.
"Wonho," he manages to gasp out, the single syllable almost lost in the mix of sounds coming from him. "Please, I can't-" But he doesn't finish, doesn't know how to, his body and mind completely overwhelmed by the sensations. It's too much, too intense, and he's on the verge of breaking.
A distant voice calls out Jisung's name, the sound muffled by the window and the fog of pleasure clouding Jisung's mind. The voice sounds familiar, but Jisung can't place it, his senses too overwhelmed by Wonho and the sensations surging through him. He tries to turn his head to see who's calling, but the only movement he manages is a slight twitch before Wonho's thrusts drive him back into a frenzy of pleasure.
The voice sounds closer now, and the tone has shifted. The voice sounds panicked, angry, and scared. "Jisung!" the voice repeats, sharper, more insistent. It cuts through the haze of pleasure, reaching Jisung in a way that makes him pause, his body still trembling on the edge of release.
He blinks, trying to gather his wits about him, but the pleasure is still overwhelming him, still threatening to shatter his senses. He tries to call out, to answer whoever is out there, but all that comes out is a strangled moan. The voice outside calls out again, this time even closer.
Wonho's rhythm slows briefly, concern creasing his brow as he peers out the window. "Someone's looking for you," he murmurs, his voice low. He doesn't want to stop, but he also knows they can't ignore the voice that's getting ever closer. He looks at Jisung, waiting for his response, his fingers gently caressing Jisung's thigh, trying to keep him grounded.
Jisung's mind is foggy, but the concern in Wonho's eyes brings him back to reality a bit more. He nods, his breathing ragged, still fighting the swirling sensations coursing through him. He manages a hoarse, "Yes," his voice shaky as he blinks a few times, trying to clear his vision.
The voice from outside sounds panicked now, almost at the car. The sudden change in tone and volume sends a jolt of anxiety through Jisung, snapping him out of the fog of pleasure. He's still trembling, still on the edge, but the urgency of the situation tugs at him. He needs to answer, needs to respond, but his body feels like it's made of lead.
Wonho quickly rolls down the window, his movements deft and practiced, despite the situation. As the window lowers, Jeongin's face comes into view. His expression is a mix of relief and anger, his eyes darting from Wonho to Jisung, trying to take in the scene before him.
"Jisung!" Jeongin's voice is sharp, full of frustration and worry. As he peers into the car, his gaze flitting from Wonho to Jisung, his expression hardens. "I don't want to talk to you right now," he tells Wonho, his hand coming up to gently push Wonho's face to the side so he can see Jisung more clearly. Then his voice becomes more stern, his eyebrows furrowing as he asks, "Jisung, why did you leave the club?"
Jisung blinks, struggling to focus on Jeongin's face as he speaks. His voice comes out as a croak, his body still trembling slightly, still on the edge. "I... needed air," he finally manages to reply, his voice barely audible. He's still hazy, still reeling from the near-overwhelming sensations, but the concern in Jeongin's eyes snaps him back to reality a bit more.
Jeongin's eyes narrow, his gaze locking onto Jisung's face. "Why the f*ck are you lying?" he demands, his voice sharp, almost accusatory. He's not angry, not really, but the worry and confusion are evident in his tone. He's trying to understand what's happening, why Jisung would leave the club, and why he's in Wonho's car in a state like this.
Jisung tries to speak, his voice shaking as he begins, "I was-" but Jeongin cuts him off, his voice firm, "You were what? Because I told you I was going to be right back after that call," Jeongin's tone is sharper now, his frustration evident. It's clear he's upset about being left behind at the club, and he wants answers. His eyes dart to Wonho momentarily before returning to Jisung, his gaze intense as he waits for his response.
Jisung's voice seems to catch in his throat for a moment, but then he blurts out, "Fine, we went here to have sex. It's not that big of a deal." His words hang heavy in the air, the honesty in his voice cutting through the tension. He's telling the truth, but there's a hint of challenge in his tone, as if daring Jeongin to react.
"NOT A BIG DEAL?!" Jeongin's voice rises, his frustration boiling over. "You should have said, 'I'll be right here when you get back.' Instead, you left to fuck Wonho in public. What if stays saw you here?!" His face is flushed with anger and concern, his words fierce as he confronts Jisung with why his actions were more than just 'not a big deal.' He's upset, worried, and the raw emotion in his voice makes that very clear.
Jisung shrinks back against the seat, the intensity of Jeongin's anger and worry hitting him full force. He knows he messed up, knows he should've told Jeongin where he was going, but in that moment it seemed like a good idea. Now, with Jeongin standing there, eyes full of hurt and confusion, he feels guilty and ashamed. "I'm sorry," he manages to mutter, his voice soft and filled with remorse. "I didn't mean to... I just..." he trails off, unsure of how to explain himself.
"JUST WHAT?!" Jeongin's voice raises, shaking with emotion. "I have to keep my eye on your ass every single day. I shouldn't have to do that. YOU'RE 24! I'M YOUNGER." His words echo through the car, thick with frustration and a hint of hurt. He's trying to make Jisung understand, to drive home the point that his actions were irresponsible and hurtful. He cares for Jisung, but he also needs to be able to trust him, and right now that trust feels broken.
"CHAN-HYUNG IS WORRIED ABOUT YOU!" Jeongin's voice echoes, sharper now, the frustration and fear evident. "I was worried about you. I thought you could've gotten stuck in a bad situation. NO. YOU'RE f*cking. You're doing this over some dick? REALLY?!" His words are harsh, slicing through the air, filled with the pain and disappointment he feels. He loves Jisung, he worries about him, but at that moment his concern and anger override his usual kindness.
Jisung flinches, the harshness of Jeongin's words hitting him like a slap. He knows he messed up, but hearing it like this, laid bare, hurts. "I..." He pauses, swallowing hard, trying to find the words. "I didn't mean to worry you," he finally says, his voice small and remorseful. "I'm sorry." His gaze drops, unable to meet Jeongin's eyes, the weight of his actions settling heavily on his shoulders.
Jeongin's voice is cold, his words firm, leaving no room for argument. "I don't care! Put your clothes on and get in the car. And Wonho, shut the f*ck up. Don't say anything because I don't want to hear your voice right now." He's furious, hurt, and his anger is now directed at both Jisung and Wonho. He's made up his mind, and there's no changing it right now. Jeongin's protective and angry side is in full view, and he's not going to be swayed.
Jisung moves quickly, pulling on his clothes, the silence in the car thick with tension. Wonho, clearly aware of the line he shouldn't cross, doesn't speak. As Jisung gets dressed, the weight of the situation settles heavily on his shoulders. Once he's fully clothed, he glances back at Jeongin, who's waiting by the passenger door, his expression a mix of anger and concern. Jisung takes a deep breath, preparing himself for what comes next.
Jeongin opens the door, his movements sharp and quick. He seems to be trying to control his anger, focusing on getting Jisung back to his dorm safely. Jisung climbs out of the car, his pace slow, his heart heavy with the weight of his actions and the consequences they've brought. The two of them walk in silence, the tension from earlier still palpable, both of them lost in their thoughts.
As they approach Jeongin's car, the tension between them is still thick. Jeongin moves angrily, getting into the driver's seat with a huff, making it clear that he's still upset and frustrated. Jisung follows, climbing into the passenger seat, his movements slower, his eyes downcast. The silence hangs heavily in the car, neither of them speaking as Jeongin starts the car and begins driving.
The drive is quiet, the tension between them almost tangible. Occasionally, Jeongin will glance over at Jisung, his gaze hard, his emotions still raw. Jisung, in contrast, keeps his eyes fixed on the road ahead, his silence an admission of his guilt and regret. The only sounds are the low hum of the car engine and the occasional rustle of clothing as they shift in their seats.
Eventually, they arrive at Jisung's dorm building, the journey coming to an end. Jeongin pulls into a parking spot and cuts the engine, the silence in the car now deafening. Jisung sits there for a moment, his eyes fixed forward, his fingers fidgeting nervously in his lap. He wants to say something, to apologize, to explain, but the words won't come. And Jeongin, still silent, remains still, waiting for Jisung to make the next move.
The moment stretches out, the silence in the car only broken by the soft sound of their breathing. Jisung finally turns to Jeongin, his expression pained. "Innie..." he begins, his voice barely above a whisper, but Jeongin cuts him off with a sharp gesture, his face still set in a stern expression. "Just go inside," he says, his voice clipped. Jisung nods, the hurt evident in his eyes, and gets out of the car without another word, walking slowly and limping to the building entrance. Jeongin watches him go, his face still betraying no emotion despite the turmoil raging inside.
As Jisung disappears inside, Jeongin clenches his jaw, the fight to maintain his composure now over. His hands grip the steering wheel tighter, his knuckles turning white, his body finally expressing the full range of emotions he's been holding back this whole time. Anger, hurt, frustration, fear, it all washes over him in waves, and he sits there, fists clenched, trying to grapple with the whirlwind of emotions he's feeling.
Jeongin suddenly blurts out, "I need a cigarette, wine, baguette, beret, and a f*cking ticket to France, goddamn!" His voice is filled with frustration and a touch of desperation, his pent-up emotions finally bubbling to the surface. He leans his forehead against the steering wheel, his breathing heavy, the outburst leaving him momentarily spent.
"F*ck." Jeongin grips the steering wheel, his face flushed with anger and frustration. "I need to—" He pauses, swallowing his pride for a moment before admitting, "I need to f*ck the sh*t out of someone." His voice is low and tight, the words tumbling out as he finally gives voice to the restless energy and pent-up frustrations that have been simmering beneath the surface. As soon as the words are out, he turns the key in the ignition, and the engine roars to life. He slams the gear into drive and pulls out of the parking spot, leaving the dorm behind, The car speeds off, Jeongin's foot heavy on the pedal as he races through the darkness, desperate to escape the confines of his own thoughts. As the dorm building recedes into the distance, a part of Jeongin hopes that the night will bring some semblance of peace, but deep down, he knows that the only thing that might help is a release for his built-up frustrations. The city lights zip by outside the window, a blur of colors and sounds reflecting the turmoil within Jeongin's heart.
Jeongin speeds through the city, his mind still reeling with the day's events. He glances at the clock on the dashboard, the neon numbers flashing 2:00 am in bright red digits. The streets are quieter now, the night settling in, but Jeongin's restless energy remains. He weaves in and out of the sparse traffic, his thoughts a jumbled mess. His mind flashes back to Jisung, the anger and hurt still fresh, then to Wonho, and finally, to the hollow ache of loneliness that seems to follow him everywhere he goes.
Jeongin glances down as his phone buzzes on the passenger seat, the screen illuminating with a text notification. He reaches out and lifts it, the glow of the screen casting a pale light on his face. His eyes narrow as he reads the message, his expression hardening, and he lets out a soft curse under his breath.
Curiosity and irritation both tug at Jeongin's heart as he stares down at his phone screen. The text waits patiently, an unknown number on the display. His fingers tap absently against the steering wheel as he debates whether or not to open it. His mind is racing, the events of the night still replaying in his mind, and this unexpected intrusion leaves him feeling even less in control. With a resigned sigh, he unlocks his phone, tapping to open the message.
The text is simple and straightforward, the words on the screen sending a jolt of shock and confusion coursing through Jeongin's body. He reads the message once, then again, and again, his mind processing the words, unable to fully grasp what they mean. The words are short, but they carry a weight that he wasn't prepared for, especially not at this time of night, adding another layer of complication to the already chaotic mix of emotions roiling within him. With a deep breath, he sets the phone down, the words echoing in his head, the night suddenly seeming even more tangled and uncertain.
The text reads, "Hey, it's Wonho. Can we talk?" The single sentence seems to hang in the air, its simplicity belying the storm of emotions it stirs within Jeongin. The name and the request hit him like a punch to the gut, stirring up anger, confusion, and a hint of intrigue. He's surprised, conflicted, and definitely caught off-guard. For a moment, he just stares at the screen, his thoughts racing as he considers how to respond.
The phone buzzes again, another text from Wonho popping up on the screen. "I know it's late, but I really don't think this can wait," the message adds, the urgency in the words apparent. Wonho's persistence is both irritating and intriguing. Despite the late hour and the roller coaster of emotions Jeongin's been on tonight, there's a part of him that's curious about what Wonho could possibly want to talk about that can't wait.
Conflicted, Jeongin grits his teeth, his fingers hovering over the phone. The thought of engaging in a conversation with Wonho right now makes his stomach flip-flop, but he can't deny the pull of curiosity either. He hesitates for another moment, then finally taps out a response, his thumb almost trembling as he does so, the words, "What is it?" seeming to hang in the air before he finally hits send.
The message sends with a soft swoosh, and Jeongin sets the phone back down, his heart racing. He's not sure whether he's just made a big mistake or if he's about to open a door he can't close. As he waits for a reply, the night continues to darken around him, the quiet city whizzing by outside with a speed that seems to mirror the swirling chaos inside his own mind.
Another buzz from his phone, and Jeongin's heart leaps into his throat. He picks up the phone with slightly unsteady hands, unlocking it to find Wonho's response. "It's important, trust me. Can you meet me at our usual spot? Please," the message reads. The 'please' adds a touch of sincerity, and Jeongin finds himself wavering, torn between telling Wonho to leave him alone and the irresistible pull of wanting to know what's so important that it can't wait. With a deep breath, he types out a response.
"Fine. I'll be there," he types and sends, the decision made in a moment of weakness, a moment where he needs answers more than he needs peace. The phone buzzes again, another message from Wonho, this time just an "okay," but it holds a weight that Jeongin can feel in his bones. He sets the phone down heavily in his lap, bracing himself for whatever is to come. The city streets blur past him, the distance to their 'usual spot' feeling both too long and not long enough.
The car pulls up to the familiar location, and Jeongin switches off the engine, the silence in the cabin suddenly deafening. He stares through the windshield, the familiar silhouette of Wonho standing under a streetlight ahead. Jeongin's heart pounds in his chest, his knuckles white as he grips the steering wheel, wrestling with the mix of anger, confusion, and curiosity churning within him. He's not sure what he might find out here tonight, but one thing is for sure: it's bound to be a conversation he'll never forget.
With a deep breath, Jeongin opens the door and steps out of the car. The cool night air hits his skin, his jacket rustling against the quiet of the empty street. His steps are slow, measured, as he makes his way towards Wonho. The tension in the air is palpable, each footfall feeling like the lead up to a confession. As he gets closer, Jeongin steels himself for what might come next, his emotions still a tempest, but now, a quiet determination begins to rise to the surface.
Jeongin stops a few feet away from Wonho, the streetlight casting shadows over their faces. A moment of silence passes, both men sizing each other up, the intensity of the moment almost tangible. Wonho is the first to speak, his voice echoing in the quiet night, "We need to talk." His tone is serious, the same urgency from his texts hanging in the air. Jeongin nods, his jaw clenched, his eyes fixed on Wonho. "So talk," he says, his voice firmer than he feels.
"I'm sorry," Wonho starts, his voice soft but firm. "For taking Jisung when you had to attend to your family situation, and for the...the thing in the car afterward," he continues, his gaze flicking down almost shyly at the memory. He takes a step closer to Jeongin, sincerity in his eyes. "I should have respected your situation and not acted on...whatever that was. I'm sorry."
Wonho's words hang in the air for a moment, the sincerity and regret evident in his tone. He doesn't press for forgiveness or understanding, he simply offers the apology and leaves the rest to Jeongin. The silence is charged with unspoken emotions, the vulnerability of Wonho's admission echoing in the quiet night. Jeongin lets the words sink in, his expression unreadable as he considers Wonho's apology. He doesn't speak at first, just stares at Wonho, the anger and confusion still present but now tinged with a hint of something else, something he's not quite ready to name.
Jeongin is silent for a moment, his jaw clenching and unclenching as he takes a breath. "Why?" he finally asks, his voice quiet but laced with hurt and confusion. "Why did you do that? You knew I'd have to come back and drive him home." His eyes search Wonho's, a mixture of pain and exasperation reflected in his gaze. "What were you thinking?" His questions hang heavy in the air, the vulnerability of the moment bared between them.
Wonho inhales sharply, the rawness of Jeongin's questions hitting him like a punch to the gut. He struggles for a moment, his gaze dropping to the ground before lifting to meet Jeongin's again. "I...I wasn't thinking, not really," he confesses, his voice barely audible. "I was caught up in the moment, in my own frustration, and I acted impulsively." He takes a step closer, his expression earnest. "I didn't think about how it would affect you, or Jisung. It was...selfish, and inconsiderate."
"Well, I'm not sure how it affects Jisung, because he sure seemed to be thoroughly enjoying himself," Jeongin snaps, his tone laced with sarcasm and bitterness. "But I'm definitely not happy, and neither is the rest of my group, with either of you." His words hang in the air, the tension between them almost palpable. Wonho's apologetic demeanor falters slightly, the defensiveness creeping into his tone as he responds. "Jeongin, I've already apologized. I know I was wrong. I wasn't thinking straight," he repeats, his words laced with frustration and regret.
"Aw, did the soju drinks affect your brain that badly that you make such dumbass decisions?" Jeongin mocks him, his voice dripping with acid. His fists clench and unclench by his sides, the anger simmering so close to the surface it's nearly palpable. He doesn't wait for Wonho's response, the frustration and hurt still raw in his veins.
Wonho's temper flares at Jeongin's mockery, his eyes narrowing. "Look, I've already given you an apology," he retorts, his tone sharper now. "I don't think I should have to apologize for something that's not a crime. Two grown men having sex isn't a criminal offense, last time I checked." His words are laced with defensiveness and frustration, the tension between them reaching a boiling point. The night grows tense, each man glaring at the other, the anger and resentment thick in the air.
"But taking that same man, knowing full well I had to bring him home and we have jobs to do?" Jeongin's anger simmers, his voice rising with frustration. "Yes, we do." Jeongin continues, his jaw clenching. "We have responsibilities, and he's a 24-year-old man with responsibilities," he snaps, his tone sharp, cutting through the night air. Wonho's defensiveness wavers, his expression faltering. There's a moment of strained silence before he speaks again, his voice quieter now. "I know," he admits, bowing his head slightly. "I was out of line, and I shouldn't have taken him. It won't happen again." His sincerity is evident, his regret echoing in the air. The tension between them remains, a palpable reminder of the anger and hurt still simmering just beneath the surface. Both men stand there, the night around them having grown considerably darker, the weight of their words hanging heavy in the silent street.
"You know what, Wonho," Jeongin says, his voice softer now, but still laced with a hint of frustration. "I need to go. Have a good night." He turns on his heel, heading back towards his car without waiting for a response. The night air is cool against his skin, a stark contrast to the heated conversation he's just left behind. As he slips into the driver's seat, he takes a deep breath, the silence of the car a much-needed buffer from the tumultuous emotions of the night.
With that, Jeongin pulls away, leaving the tension and unresolved issues behind. He knows he'll need time to process everything that happened tonight and decide what step to take next. But for now, he focuses on driving, the familiar road taking him away from the complex emotions of the evening and towards the clarity of the morning. The story ends with Jeongin driving away, the night still young, his heart heavy with a multitude of unresolved feelings.
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