Hongjoong presses the door bell to the unfamiliar house then releases a nervous sigh. He looks down at himself and straightens out his striped black and white jumpet .

No sounds or sign of anyone even living there for a few seconds then he hears loud footsteps thud closer and closer towards the door. "Chohee can you get down from there! Go eat" He could hear the familiar voice through the door.

Suddenly he was face to face with Seonghwa again. The taller male smiles with relief. "Ah thank god, you made it" He steps aside for Hongjoong to come in. The red haired male returns the smile with his own tight lipped one then while gently running his hand through his hair.

"Nice place" He awkwardly comments, his body stiff. He stood at the door as if waiting for permission to venture further into the house.

Seonghwa chuckles at him. "Thanks? Come in, she's in the kitchen.. eating her lunch I hope!" He says the last part a little louder, most likely directed towards her.

Hongjoong shyly follows along while silently taking in his environment. A nice suburban home, fairly wealthy from what he could tell. Family of 5. He took note of the older looking female in a family photo hung up on the wall in the hallway. His older sister maybe? Then his younger sister whom he now knows is Chohee and finally his parents.

"How was the drive?" Seonghwa turns to him, a kind smile on his lips. "Wasn't too hard to find the house was it?"

Hongjoong looks at him with slightly widened eyes then shakes his head. "N-no it was fine" He says with a small wave of dismissal. Seonghwa nods in understanding.

They get to the kitchen and Hongjoong immediately puts on his 'im so excited to babysit you' face. He'd been practicing all night last night. Chohee looks up at him from her little pink plastic table set. Her chubby cheeks full with food and lips messily covered with the porridge she was eating.

"Chohee this is Hongjoong, he'll be watching you till mom gets back" Seonghwa says.

Chohee doesn't say anything. She looks Hongjoong up and down for a few very long seconds. Hongjoong wanted to leave. According to the text Seonghwa sent he knew he'd be there for at least 4 hours.

Seonghwa pats his shoulder. "If you have any questions just call ok?"

Hongjoong gulps then nods, a small smile on his lips. Seonghwa flashes his signature charming smirk before turning to leave. "I'm already late so I gotta go. See you later Cho!" He calls to his sister as he grabs his phone off the coffee table in the living room then goes to slip on his shoes at the door.

The door shuts and the house was engulfed with silence. Hongjoong looks back at the toddler. "H-hey-" He starts.

"I not hungry anymore" She babbles immediately after Seonghwa left, cutting off the male. "I want cake" She points to the fridge, her chubby fingers clenches a little.

Hongjoong forces smile then goes to the fridge to check for said cake. He finds a wrapped up fairly large leftover piece of cake with a note on it that said. "CHO, DO NOT EAT!" Hongjoong cringes. Oh brother..

"Um, you brother doesn't want you eat it" He says as slowly as possible, even squatting to her height. According to the video he watched the previous night, that was the best way to communicate with a child.

"No! I want cake" She yells. Her speech obviously not quite clear yet.

Hongjoong flinches back a little. "But you can't have any" He repeats a little more forcefully.

Then Chohee screams.

Hongjoong had never wanted to hit a child as badly he wanted at that moment.

San yawns tiredly on the couch while texting an old friend of his from years ago. The TV playing on a random channel but the audio nothing but background noise to San. He's the same friend San had been talking to a few nights ago when Wooyoung came in and jumped him.

They had contacted San first when they heard he applied to the same university and major. San had his hopes on that school but so far, no letter of acceptance.

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Bear 🐻

J:
No letter yet?

San:
sighh
no :((

J:
Keep ur chin up. It'll come in 🤧

San:
i really wanna get in tho
it's literally the closest school to home and tuition is so much more affordable

J:
😔
Not to sound selfish but I really hope you get in cuz I dont wanna be alone wtf
I'll have to room with some random weirdo who probably showers once every week
Or pees on the toilet seat 🤢

San:
LMAO
fingers crossed I guessed

J:
Yeah sigh

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At that moment Wooyoung saunters in from his room and to the kitchen. He makes a beeline to the fridge. San sits up from his laying position out of curiosity. He goes to the kitchen and stops at the door. Leaning on the door frame with his arms crossed, he watches Wooyoung in amusement as the younger shoves a spoonful of the leftover cake his mom made a few days ago.

Wooyoung looks at him upon his entrance, cheeks stuffed and lips stained with a bit of icing. "What?" Wooyoung mumbles out. San points to his own lips as if to say "you've got a little something.."

Wooyoung licks his lips and smiles sofly at him before returning to the pastry on the counter. "I'm not gonna share so don't bother asking" He adds right before shoving another spoonful in his mouth. San thought he looked very adorable in his loose fluffy pajama pants and usual oversized shirt.

"I wasn't going to ask. Too sweet for my taste"

Wooyoung smirks a little. "Well then what do you want? Quit staring at me eat, it's distracting"

San walks up to him and Wooyoung snaps his attention back up the older. San stops Wooyoung and places his hands on his hips. His nose presses against the skin on Wooyoung's neck and he deeply inhales taking in the shorter's natural smell. He always smells so nice, like flowers and cotton candy with a mix of baby powder? I don't fucking know but I love it..

"Uhm.. what are you doing?" Wooyoung giggles, a little ticklish when he feels San's hands creep underneath his shirt and slither up and down his sides.

"Smelling you obviously"

"You've lost it" Wooyoung's lips get caught between his teeth and his angles his head, giving San more access to his skin.

Then San licks a strip from his shoulder to his neck. Wooyoung shivers, his grip on the spoon in his hand loosens. "Would you prefer I taste you?"

"I-I don't know. Whatever you want I guess" He manages to say. San latches his lips onto the pale skin then begins sucking, intent on creating a hickey. His hand slides down and into Wooyoung's pajama pants. He wraps his hand around Wooyoung's soft member then begins slowly pumping him.

Wooyoung releases a gasp and throws his head back. He drops the spoon on the counter then reaches his arm back to dig through San's thick dark hair.

Once San was done creating the art peice on his neck he pulls back. Wooyoung whimpers and moans against his touch, the lewd sound echoing around the kitchen.

San increases the speed of his hand and Wooyoung squeezes his eyes shut. "Please fuck me big brother, fast and hard on the counter" He moans out.

San immediately turns him around and joins their lips. They kiss roughly, tongues meeting repeatedly. The sweet taste of icing from Wooyoung's lips spiked his senses and lingered in the kiss. Suddenly San's phone rings out from his pocket. He tries pulling back but Wooyoung holds him in place by placing both hands on either side of his neck.

"Ignore it" He whispers briefly against San's wet lips. But San was more persistent.

"I h-have to check" He says, slightly out of breath. Wooyoung groans and leans back on the counter. San just laughs at his pouty behaviour.

"I'm expecting a call" He says as he quickly takes out his cell phone, hopeful that it was University calling him. He was slightly disappointed to see Hongjoong's caller ID. Nonetheless, he picks it up and moved to the living room.

"Hongjoong?"

"San, I need help" Sniff. It sounded like he was crying. San's brows furrow in concern.

"Hyung, what's going on? Are you ok?" San makes his way to the living room and Wooyoung follows close behind him.

"No I'm not ok. God, why did I agree to this shit?" Hongjoong says with a slight hiccup.

"Are you gonna tell me what's wrong?"

"I'm babysitting this kid and she's so... difficult"

San couldn't believe what he was hearing. He blurted out laughing and Hongjoong frowns at him. "What the fuck is so funny?"

"You're crying because you're babysitting a kid?"

"No, I'm crying because she's difficult. And mean and rude and horrible. I don't wanna be here anymore San. Fuck" Hongjoong mumbles. At that moment he was in the bathroom, seated on the floor with his knees pulled up to his chest.

"Jesus Joong, she's just a kid. How bad can she be? You're being dramatic" San runs his hand through his hair and looks back at Wooyoung who just enters the living room, an amused smile on.

"I knew I shouldn't have called you" Hongjoong mutters bitterly then ends the call.

San pulls back the phone from his ears in utter disbelief. I got cockblocked for that? For fuck sake Hongjoong.

"Don't even ask" San says just before Wooyoung opens his mouth to talk. "Anyways what was that you said about big brother fucking you on the counter?" He says teasingly as he tosses his phone on the couch. Wooyoung grins then pulls his pants down. Since he wasn't wearing underwear San could see his dick peeking out from underneath his shirt.

Wooyoung looks at him with dark eyes. With his pants now pooled at his legs he steps out of them then walks back to the kitchen. "Don't keep me waiting"

San smiles to himself then follows.

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next chapter tomorrow 👁