Minho held the door of the building open. "Come on, hurry up!" He whisper-screamed.

Jisung clung to Changbin's arm. "I don't want to."

"Then you don't care about your relationship with Hyunjin, not my problem."

"Get your ass over here and apologize!" Came it from Minho.

Felix stood aside during everything, pretending he had nothing to do with any of this. It didn't look very legal what they were doing. Apart from the fact that they were all just black shadows in the light of the night, even the billboards hardly brought any light here.

Reluctantly, Jisung slipped into the hallway.

Minho pulled the door shut behind him and stared at him through the milky glass with a menacing look.

The blond clutched the bouquet of Stargazer Lilies and roses. He glared at them as he climbed the almost familiar stairs as quite as possible. Stargazer Lilies meant I'm sorry.

"I'm sorry Hyunjin..." he whispered to himself. His breathing quickened.

Roses for, I love you. He reached the apartment. "I love you... a little too much..." Jisung's heart jammed between his ribs. Like it was trying to hide. Everything in his body couldn't do this yet.

He knocked.

At the same time, he needed to see his face. He needed to know he was okay.

"Felix I told you to get lo-"

The two stared at each other. Jisung couldn't believe he was really doing this. Actually, he was waiting for the punch. With an almost fearful feeling, he stared at Hyunjin, who was holding onto his door. His gaze scanned Jisung's face.

He held his breath. In a moment, he's gonna close the door, he's gonna close the door.

"I...I'm sorry." He brought out hoarsely, holding the bouquet of flowers up.

The hard expression fell. Hyunjin heaved a sigh. "Come in..."

Jisung did and would do whatever Hyunjin wanted him to do. If that meant he could spend two more minutes here. As you can tell he wasn't convinced that the plan to "get back together" with Hyunjin (even though they were never together) would bear fruit.

"What are you doing, huh?" Hyunjin rubbed his forehead. There was exhaustion hanging in his voice.

Tears welled up in his eyes. Everything in Jisung clenched, wanting to shrink to the size of an ant. Because he knew he was the reason Hyunjin looked so shitty.

"I wanted to apologize...I'm sorry." He repeated.

What else could he say? He should have thought of a long speech to try to show the other how sorry he really was, but he hadn't thought of that. "I'm glad...that you're okay," he then said.

"Do I look like I'm doing okay?" Laughed Hyunjin softly, just as hoarse as himself.

Ouch.

The two looked at each other. The hallway was dark as hell. Still, Jisung could see enough to chuckle at the statement himself, if only briefly and more bitterly than amused. "Not really..." With a wry smile, he turned his gaze to the tiles.

"But... well... at least now I know that..." What was he even going to say? His brain was blank.

The urge for Hyunjin's arms was too overwhelming. More so, to be held or to hold Hyunjin; to make up with actions, more than with his far too small seeming vocabulary everything he fucked up in the last 24 hours.

"There's not much left to make up for what I've done, is there?" Shit, he'd said that out loud.

Hyunjin's silhouette faltered.

"I... I'm just saying. I understand all the negative feelings you can have for me, especially now in this situation. I also didn't come here to do, I don't know, whatever now."

Jisung wanted to get that pressure off his lungs. To yell at Hyunjin and throw all the emotions he had at him. But he knew how that would end, by the reaction he had last time. The stems of the flowers stung his palm.

"Changbin and Minho made such a stupid plan for me to be here now, I don't really want to pester you and depress you, and anyway I know I'm probably the last person you want to see."

He searched the ground with his eyes as if the words would magically appear there.

"I just wanted to make sure you were okay... you know..."

Very slowly, he raised his head.

"I have to..."

Hyunjin's eyes were on him. They had probably never left him. They pierced through the dim light, yet only hit Jisung in a soft manner.

"I just needed to see you one more time."

That damn burden wouldn't go away. And somehow, without coordination with his heart, his head had understood that this was goodbye. Fair enough.

"Jisung..." The man sighed again. Out of what felt like nothing, a hand rose and gently grasped the flowers. His hand stroked his for a second. Warmth coursed through Jisung's body. His wet eyes widened. He watched the figure walk into his kitchen.

—

"What am I doing here..." Jisung whispered to himself. His hand was hot. As if it had been burned. He stumbled back a step until he was leaning against the wall. How low must he have sunk?

I don't want to lose him.

At that moment, Hyunjin stepped back into the corridor. Jisung stared at him.

What am I doing? I'm a stupid asshole. "Damn..."

He wanted Hyunjin. Every fiber of his body wanted him. How to interpret that wanting was another matter.

"Jisung..." Did the Man have anything to say other than his name?

Didn't matter to Jisung anyway. Hyunjin should say his name a thousand more times until Jisung took his last breath until he would suffocate in bedding. Until this addiction to a flight of fancy would kill him.

"What...?" He whispered.

The wall behind him served as good support as Hyunjin stepped closer. Stealthily. He stepped into a window of light, his brown eyes flickering dully as they stabbed into Jisung's sea of emotions. "What...what the fuck are you doing here?"

"Good question..." Didn't it matter what he said now, did it? Wasn't the fight over before Jisung even started? "I'm sorry."

Hyunjin shook his head. "Stop saying that." His eyes flickered around Jisung's face.

At least I'm going down in the fight.

"Hyunjin, can't you at least be angry with me. Yell at me one more time. Be as angry with me as you want to be." Jisungs clenched his hand around the sleeve of his own sweater. "I don't want you to stop feeling something for me, and if it's hate, it's hate..." He nodded to himself.

Hyunjin shook his head again. "Be quiet," he said.

With one swift movement, their bodies were pressed against each other. Hyunjin's large hand on the back of his head.

Quick, unrhythmic breath fanned across his lips.

Jisung stared at Hyunjin, determined and not afraid. Their lips met.

Fuck what he did, fuck what the consequence of this was.

Jisung threw both arms up, holding Hyunjin's face in an iron grip between his hands. He needed Hyunjin. His lips moved against Hyunjin's. Hyunjin poured all his anger into the kiss, while Jisung was doing nothing but take what he was given, gladly.

They gasped. Teeth clacked against each other. Mouth so wide open, you'd think Jisung was trying to devour Hyunjin. His fingers left his face, guilt building in his gut for a moment before he felt Hyunjin close the space between them, his arms wrapping around Jisung's neck and pressing their stomachs against each other.

"Stay." That was all Hyunjin said before he kissed Jisung again.

Their tongues entwined, heads tilted far to the side, spit running down their chins. Jisung was getting hot. He spun them around, Hyunjin against the wall. He threw his entire body into Hyunjin, pressing him into the cold stone with gentle force.

A helpless sound fell from the taller man's lips. His hands clung to Jisung's shoulders and were pulling at his curls; searching all over his body. As if making sure he was there.

"Hyunjin..." Jisung breathed against his neck, forehead resting on his cheek.

"Hyunjin..." He buried his face in his neck.

"Hyunjin, Hyunjin, Hyunjin." Growling, he kissed and caressed the skin.

The other moaned softly, his head flying back.

—

As if in slow motion, they wandered down the corridor. Like glued together, they kissed, clinging to each other, more and more clothes finding their way to the floor.

They were wild, giving no consideration to their surroundings; stumbling against side tables, throwing pictures off the wall while one pushed or shoved the other against it.

At some point, they fell onto Hyunjin's bed, tightly wrapped around each other.

The latter crawled back up to the headboard and kicked the blanket and pillow onto the floor. The next second Jisung was back with him, between his legs.

He littered his entire chest, collarbone to his belly button, with kisses, licking over the skin. His hands squeezed everywhere he could reach. Nothing but his name flew out of Hyunjin's mouth.

His thighs locked around Jisung as he slid further down, nosing the hairs on his belly all the way to his cock.

Jisung licked up his entire length and the tip clean from all the pre-cum. It was like he was starving. He almost threw himself into putting as much of it in his mouth as he could. Without regard for himself, he began to move his head.

Hyunjin cried out and pressed his feet into the mattress.

Jisung worked the rest of his length with one hand, holding his legs open enough with the other so Hyunjin wouldn't choke him. His spit was running all over his face, he had to look terrible. Two of his fingers, using his spit as a lubricant, began to loosen Hyunjin up.

Jisung himself was on fire. His cock rested furiously against his belly, throbbing with every move he made. His eyes never left the man beneath him.

How his head was craned so far back that his Adam's apple bounced with every moan, how his muscles flexed and sweat ran down his torso.

"J-Jisung..." He squealed. Their eyes met.

Hyunjin looked fucked out, his hair stuck to his face. He only made a hand gesture, but Jisung thought to understand. For a second he waited, sucking hard again before he lifted.

But he wasn't going to miss Hyunjin's cock for long, just as long as he turned around, his ass now hovering over Hyunjin. Without thinking, he went back to work.

Hyunjin gripped his thighs, kneading them as his moans grew even louder. Jisung smiled, the salty taste in his mouth being like sugar.

Hyunjin shut himself up as he buried his face between Jisung's ass cheeks and licked over his entrance. "Fuck Hyunjin." He gasped breathlessly.

They worked each other, not pausing for breath, wanting to satisfy and have the other as close as possible.

"I can't take much more," Hyunjin whimpered . Jisung was three fingers deep inside him, also unable to respond with more than a moan as Hyunjin thrust into him again with his tongue and two fingers.

—

Long story short, they spend the rest of the night and the following morning doing this. Jisung loses track of positions, movements, and time, not to mention that all it took to start over was one word, one look at Hyunjin.

They kissed. Couldn't keep their lips off each other.

Never again did Jisung want to lose this feeling, of his lips and his body, Hyunjin with him. Like a huge down comforter that wraps you up until you're drunk because of the lack of air.

His lips were swollen and burning. Jisung stared at the ceiling.

The other man was lying next to him, the blanket from the floor pulled half-assed over their (almost steaming) bodies. The panoramic window lit the room in the orange morning light, but the two of them didn't feel like getting up.

On the contrary, his eyelids were so heavy that he could no longer fight against them and they fell closed. Hyunjin moved to his side and put an arm over his chest.

"There are many things we need to clarify..." he murmured into his skin before Jisung was overcome by sleep.

( I drank half a bottle of wine to write this, so it turned out accordingly... )

( happy birthday hyune <3 )