Fashionably late.
Jisung repeated this over and over again as he squeezed through the crowds. A small "sorry" escaped him every now and then when he touched someone.

This feeling was different from the one he had when streaming.
Not a pleasant one, which his voyeur himself felt. But a fearful, almost panic-like one.

Sure he knew that it was impossible, but it still felt like they were peering into his head and burning holes in his skin.
Jisung scrunched the tissue in his pocket.

What am I even doing right now?
Minho's oh –so nice "If y'all fuck in less than an hour make sure to buy me a meal atfterward" kept coming back, even if he tried to push it to the last corner of his mind.
Sometimes his teasing really gets on my nerves, I'm not gonna throw myself at anyone that easily... I have my standards.

Through his headphones, Google maps told him that his destination was right in front of him. He turned around to all sides, standing in the middle of the sidewalk. To his right was the main street but to his left... a fully plastered skyscraper.

The blond ripped his headphones out, stuffing them in his free coat pocket.

"Why are you blocking the way man? Get lost!" Some random Teenager screamed, getting hyped up from the little crowd surrounding him.

What a loser.
Jisung rolled his eyes and flipped the younger off.

"Looking lonely old man, need help walking?"

What the actual fuck? Do I look like some Grandpa to you?
Ignoring the statement he tried to pass the Teenagers, who on closer look fitted their stereotypes even better. One other kid of the group slurred something around the lines of "Girly boy" or something.

That made to male stop mid-walk.
Jisung exhaled loudly, dropping his head.
The group next to him started laughing but stopped as he turned his head to them.

"I could puke on your head if I wanted to and it would still smell better than you do dwarf. Close your dirty mouth and respect Elders," Jisung said.

It was true, the alpha male only reaching up to Jisung's shoulder. With a chuckle he pushed his way further to the entrance of the building, ignoring the 'your mom' comebacks they screamed after him.

—

As soon as the door closed behind him, a deep sigh left his lips and he relaxed his shoulders. Teens never change, do they? He wondered as he went to the elevator.
His high school experience was exactly the same as what happened prior, all bark and no bite.

The heavy metal door opened and he stepped into the small room.
"The Teahouse floor five..." he muttered, reading the elevator description.
Carefully, he pressed said button, the doors closing imminently.

Jisung checked his reflection. He brushed through his hair once more, pushed his glasses further up his nose bridge, and straightened his outfit. Looking sexy my guy.

With a ping! The door opened once again.

Familiar dirty tiles and tapestry that was probably once white; the hallway he stood in resembled his apartment building pretty much. The dark green (and very neat) door to the café he was told to look out for wasn't easy to overlook.

With a few steps, he had arrived in front of it. Before entering Jisung remembered what he planned out to say and deeply breathed in and out a few times. A little voice in his head kept on telling him that all of this was some kind of dream he had to wake out of.

He ignored it.

With a self-assured nod, he pushed the door handle down.

As soon as the door closed behind, his mouth fell open. It was tastefully furnished; on whichever wall he looked there were large dark bookshelves. Each of his breaths brought the typical warm café smell into his lungs. There was dark fitted carped under his shoes, muffling his steps. "Wow this place is nice..."

But he didn't have time to daydream. That's when he noticed someone hastily waving at him.

Jisung's head dropped. Fuck. Was it weird to say he didn't expect the other to look the same in real life? 

He hurried across the room to the corner the other sat. "Hi," BabeJinnie said.
Suddenly Jisung felt like breathing was unnecessary.
His voice is even smoother as through his headphones.

"Hi..." Jisung replied, not taking his eyes off the beauty in front of him.  "Should I take your coat?" Not waiting for an answer BabeJinnie stood up, walking around Jisung to slide the Coat off his shoulders.

He's so tall. The man was more than a head taller than him. The internet is lying to me. "Please, sit down." The other smiled at him, sitting back down on the dark green bench. He patted the space next to him and looking at Jisung with big brown eyes.

Jisung closed his mouth and swallowed out loud, blinking slowly. He slowly sat down. His thoughts played roller coaster.

A soothing jazz song was playing from somewhere. As Jisung looked at the one sitting next to him, he thought he came straight out of a magazine or movie.

BabeJinnie was wearing a black turtleneck shirt, which was extremely tight, the coffee next to him was drawing little white steam clouds in the air, one arm propped up on the table and his head laying in his hand.

He was obviously checking Jisung out.

"You look amazing," Jisung brought out, smiling at the other.

"Oh my thank you, you look even better though." The words danced in his ears, making him smile even brighter.

"I don't think I got the chance to introduce myself probably yet," the other started.
"My name's Hyunjin." 

"I like your name... a lot. I'm Jisung."

"Nice to meet you Jisung." Hyunjin smirked, taking a sip from his drink. For a second his eyes left the other, signalizing something to one of the workers. "You want something to drink right?" Jisung just nodded.

It was hard to find words when the man he'd been watching for months and had wild fantasies with every day suddenly sat next to him.

—

Jisung couldn't take his eyes off the scenario in front of him. Although his fear of heights plagued him, it was a breathtaking sight to look through the panoramic window.
The whole atmosphere was so relaxed, he didn't know if it was from the place itself, or Hyunjin next to him.

The short awkward phase between them was long over, their knees were brushing against each other and they were talking about everything and nothing.

Honestly, Jisung felt like he was part of Hyunjin's movie. 
He absently brought his fork to his mouth, chewing on a bite of delicate cheesecake.

Hyunjin, meanwhile, was typing away on his keyboard, always casting little glances at the other.
He let out a soft sigh. The comfortable silence between the two broke as he cleared his throat. "Shall we get started then?"

Jisung nodded, putting his fork aside and turning to the other.

Hyunjin turned his laptop more toward the younger one. "So..." His gaze scanned over what was written once more. "Would you be okay working with me in general?" He turned his pen in his hand, glancing at Jisung.

"I mean I'm down to give it a try," Jisung said.

"Great!" Hyunjin was so honest that Jisung wanted to slap Minho for scarring him from the male.

The other was professional. Much more professional than him. He noticed that in the next questions that followed.

"How many times a week do you film?"

"Well-" How was Jisung supposed to explain to him that he filmed whenever he felt like it, in other words whenever he was horny.

"In a different way, what do you think your limit is per week?" The words came from Hyunjin as if it was the most normal thing in the world. The brown eyes drilled through him, he thought that the other might be able to read what he was thinking. And it made him excited.

"Four times... I think?" Jisung just shrugged his shoulders and held the eye-contact with Hyunjin. Who nodded, licking his lips, eyeing Jisung's face up and down. Shit, he's hot. Like really hot.

Through a haze, the next words reached his ears. "Do you know your hard limits?"

That was something Jisung was familiar with. "Wax, Knife-play ummm,"
He counted along with his fingers.

"Domenating."
Jisung laughed at his own words. As if it wasn't obvious enough already.

"Understandable," Hyunjin grinned and added the hard limits to his own.

Hard Degrading, Breath/knife/wax-play, dominating (Jisung).

He changed positions to write easier, their legs touching more, not just a fainted brush but actual pressure.

Jisung wiped his sweaty hands off his pants, noticing how the other was bouncing one leg.

I make him nervous... I make him nervous?!
A little grin spread on his lips.

Hyuunjin nodded to himself as he finished writing. "How about turn-ons?"

And there was the warmth of his eyes on Jisung again, who literally resembled a mushroom as he blushed up to his neck and peeked out of his white shirt.

He stuffed the rest of the cheesecake into his mouth, staring at the table as if the most interesting thing was lying there. Hyunjin's bubbly laugh snapped him out of his trance.

"Should I start then?" Jisung exhaled through his nose in relief, his mouth still stuffed to the cheeks with cake as he nodded.

"Vocalness on both sides."
Oh, the younger one knew about what he meant. In every stream of Hyunjin's, he sounded like he was born to moan and beg. Jisung never got enough of it.
You had to make sure no one else was in the house when you watched a live one of him... besides that, you should anyway... because you know why you actually watched stuff like that.

"Getten ridden."
His breath caught in his throat and he struggled to swallow without coughing. The eye contact made Jisung lose his shit, internally of course.

Hyunjin was almost eye-fucking him, not that he minded but it was hard to suppress ...well himself. The problem is that they were in a café, a public café, with other people surrounding them and the other one was probably not even doing this intentionally.

But no, Jisung decided to get turned on.

The brown-haired man grinned knowingly as he continued.

"Ropes, blindfolds stuff like that... If we really work together then we'll have plenty of time to explore more."
The wink at the end was Jisung's death sentence.

—

But two can play the game.

"I'll just start?" Jisung questioned, Hyunjin nodding as answer. 

"Public Sex, being restricted, edging."
He propped an arm up on the table too, his cheek resting against his hand.

No, he won't let Hyunjin escape his gaze. He held them right there, continuing talking.

"My servant-kink, size kink—"

"Okay Okay I got it, just... just write them down yourself." Hyunjin huffed.

But Jisung couldn't be angry. Not if the other was breathing so loud, his posture suddenly on point, and his cheeks glowing red.

"Sure," the blond said in a sing-song voice. He slid the laptop closer to him, typing what he just said, adding more.
Peeking over the edge of the machine he could see Hyunjin fiddle with the rings on his fingers, glancing around. Jisung raised an eyebrow.

—

"Funny that you're acting all confident and top, while being hard," Hyunjin murmured as Jisung slid the laptop over to him.

His mouth fell open. Shit.

He quickly and eyed the other one up and down, smiling even though he was quite embarrassed. "Say's you?" Hyunjin licked his lips, shifting a little in his seat. "Says me," he then shot back, raising an eyebrow at the way the other was looking at him.

They stared at each other, fully aware of the tension that surrounded them. Jisung studied the face in front of him, trying to get rid of the thoughts that made it even harder to calm down.

"You know what...?" Hyunjin whispered.

"Hmm?"

"I think we should get out of here."

Before the Blond could say anything the taller stood up and went to the counter.
Jisung starred at the other, how he leaned against the wood to make his state less obvious.

"You're finished right?"
A female voice snapped him out of his thoughts. Jisung's eyes widened.

He felt like he was caught doing something illegal. So that he could only nod as answer. The girl giggled. "So you're the boy Hyunjin was talking about so highly?"

"I guess...?"

"Don't worry, I'm no harm."
She patted his shoulder, walking away with their empty stuff. Well that was confusing...

As Hyunjin came back, they got ready to leave in telepathic silence. He gave Jisung his coat back and slipped into his own. Both pulled their clothes discreetly over their lower half and as the taller bid his goodbye to some of the workers they left.

—

The silence in the elevator was holding Jisung in a chokehold.
They wanted to say something, anything to be honest.
But their minds and body's had other plans, craving a little more than just a conversation. And to make it even worse, they couldn't keep their eyes off each other.

What are we gonna do? What did he even mean by that? If we were in the club or something, I would let this man do anything to me and I would do anything he ordered. But for real I-

Ping! Jisung flinched. 
How long have we been in this thing...?

They walked out of the building, making sure to leave a certain distance. The familiar traffic drifted along loudly as ever.
It was a little chilly outside and the sun was setting already to the point you could say it was dark outside.
Little white clouds flew around them as they spoke or exhaled.

"See you around, huh?" Hyunjin asked, turning to the other. The latter nodded.

So we aren't going to do anything. Okay, understood.
Jisung sighed, a little laugh following the air. All of this was oddly comforting and natural.
Even though the reason behind the meet-up was for work, it seemed like the tall one was great company... And even more charming than he had imagined.
And sexy and a total turn-on, but that's beside the point.

"Oki, bye bye... Hannie." Hyunjin whispered the last part into his ear, before hugging the smaller.

Then he turned around and left.
Just like that.
Once again he turned and waved to the other.

Jisung just stood in the same place as if ordered and not picked up, and waved back barely noticeably.
And if there wasn't a bunch of other people around them, Hyunjin would have realized the other one was blushing like crazy.
Not even because he was hugged in public (I mean that's normal isn't it) but also because the other one turned him on, just by using a. single. word.

That's the moment Jisung properly realized what kind of thing he just agreed to.

( i was rewriting this and at some point i just went 'whatever' and yeah... this is what came out of it )
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