The challenges between non relation

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After finishing his call with Jake, Jungwon decides to keep himself busy around the house, trying to push away the lingering anxiety about his father’s impending return. He moves through the spacious halls, dusting and tidying up as he goes. Jay, however, is relentless, trailing behind him with a smirk plastered on his face.

Jay starts with small provocations, making snide remarks about Jungwon’s singing career and their father’s favoritism. Jungwon clenches his jaw, trying to ignore him.

As Jungwon moves to the living room to straighten up, Jay steps in front of him, blocking his path. "Why so serious, little brother? Afraid Daddy’s going to scold you for missing your schedule?" Jay taunts, his voice dripping with mockery.

Jungwon's patience wears thinner. He brushes past Jay, heading to the kitchen. Jay follows, knocking over a vase on the way. "Oops, my bad," Jay says sarcastically, not even attempting to help clean up the mess.

Jungwon's anger simmers, but he tries to maintain his composure, cleaning up the broken vase pieces. Jay leans against the counter, continuing his barrage of insults. "You’re such a goody-two-shoes, Jungwon. Always trying to please everyone. It's pathetic."

Finally, as Jungwon moves to the library to organize some books, Jay steps in front of him again, shoving a book off the shelf. Jungwon’s temper snaps. He drops the books he’s holding and shoves Jay back, causing him to stumble and fall to the floor. Hovering over Jay, Jungwon’s breath comes in harsh bursts.

In this moment of heightened emotions, Jungwon’s anger morphs into something confusing and intense. He feels an unexpected rush of intimate feelings as he looks down at Jay, sprawled on the floor. Jay’s eyes widen, a mixture of surprise and something else—something almost like approval.

Jay’s expression shifts subtly, a slight, almost imperceptible flush coloring his cheeks. He masks it quickly with a sneer. "What’s the matter, Jungwon? Finally getting tired of being the perfect son?"

Jungwon hesitates, his heart pounding. The room feels charged with unspoken tension. For a fleeting moment, he notices a flicker of something in Jay’s eyes—perhaps a hint of satisfaction, almost as if Jay enjoyed provoking this reaction.

Shaken by his own feelings, Jungwon steps back, releasing Jay. He feels a tumult of emotions—anger, confusion, and a disturbing sense of attraction. Jay gets up slowly, brushing off his clothes, his usual mask of disdain back in place.

"Watch yourself, Jungwon," Jay mutters, though his voice lacks its usual venom. He turns and walks away, leaving Jungwon standing there, grappling with the strange, conflicting emotions that have just surfaced.

Jay continued his relentless taunting and annoying behavior. He played loud music, deliberately left his things scattered around, and frequently barged into Jungwon's personal space. He made snide comments about Jungwon's interests and mocked his attempts to focus on tasks. Each time Jungwon tried to concentrate or relax, Jay seemed to have a knack for disrupting him.

Jay also kept asking personal questions about Jungwon’s friends and habits, probing into his private life with a smirk that made it clear he enjoyed pushing Jungwon’s buttons. His constant, irritating presence and the way he seemed to take pleasure in Jungwon's frustration only added to the tension between them.

Jungwon’s frustration reached its peak as Jay continued his relentless taunting. Every remark and sneer seemed designed to push Jungwon’s buttons further. Jay’s mocking tone, his derisive laughter, and the way he deliberately invaded Jungwon’s personal space were too much to bear. Finally, with a growl of anger, Jungwon’s arm swung out in a furious arc, his palm striking Jay's face with a sharp smack. The sound of the slap resonated through the hallway, and Jay staggered, a red handprint already forming on his cheek.

Jay’s eyes flared with rage. He straightened himself, his expression darkening. Without a word, he advanced on Jungwon, his movements swift and purposeful. He grabbed Jungwon by the shoulders, his grip tight and unyielding. With a powerful shove, Jay pressed Jungwon back against the wall, his body pressing close, their faces inches apart.

Jungwon's breath hitched as he felt the pressure of Jay's body against his own. The intense proximity, the heat radiating from Jay, and the sheer force of the encounter made Jungwon’s heart race. The angry scowl on Jay’s face was juxtaposed with the undeniable physical tension between them. As Jay leaned in, their faces were dangerously close, and Jungwon’s mind raced with conflicting emotions.

Despite the anger, a deep, aching need surged within Jungwon. The rough treatment, the way Jay’s body pressed against his, stirred something primal inside him. The frustration of the past few moments morphed into an intense, almost desperate longing. Jungwon tried to suppress these feelings, but they fought their way to the surface, making it nearly impossible for him to maintain his composure.

Jay’s breath was hot against Jungwon’s face, his eyes locked onto Jungwon’s with an intensity that made Jungwon's pulse quicken. The anger in Jay’s eyes seemed to blend with an underlying, unspoken tension, and though Jay’s demeanor was one of fury, there was an undeniable attraction in his gaze that Jungwon couldn’t ignore. For a moment, the line between hate and desire blurred, leaving Jungwon both enraged and inexplicably drawn to Jay.

Jay’s face twisted into a sneer as he took in the tumultuous look on Jungwon’s face. “Oh, I see it now,” Jay taunted, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “You’re actually turned on by this, aren’t you? All this anger and frustration, and yet you’re just a hair’s breadth away from giving in to whatever this is.” His smirk widened, clearly enjoying the effect he was having on Jungwon.

The mocking words pierced through Jungwon’s rage, pushing him to the edge. In a burst of uncontrollable fury and conflicting desire, Jungwon acted out. His teeth clamped down on Jay’s neck with a sudden, fierce bite, leaving a dark mark that contrasted sharply against Jay’s skin. The bite was hard, almost punishing, and the sensation of teeth on flesh seemed to convey a tumult of emotions Jungwon could neither fully comprehend nor control.

Jay recoiled, a pained yet enraged shout escaping his lips. He instinctively reached up to touch the stinging mark, his eyes blazing with fury. “You think you can just—”

Before Jay could retaliate, Riki’s voice cut through the heated moment. “Enough!” Riki’s authoritative tone was like a sudden gust of cold air, halting the confrontation instantly. He stepped into view, his gaze sharp as he addressed both boys. “Your father’s home. This needs to stop now.”

The tension in the hallway was palpable as Jay glared at Riki, his anger barely contained. Jungwon, still breathing heavily from the encounter, struggled to regain his composure. The arrival of their father loomed as a reminder of the consequences that awaited them, forcing a reluctant pause in their volatile exchange.

The three of them sat around the expansive round table, the atmosphere thick with tension. The room was quiet except for the clinking of cutlery and the occasional rustle of dishes being moved. Jungwon, feeling Jay's intense glare on him, decided to push back against the simmering hostility.

With a mischievous glint in his eye, Jungwon began to play with his food in a deliberately provocative manner. He pretended to “accidentally” smear a dab of sauce around his lips, making exaggerated gestures as he ate, almost like he was performing a suggestive act. His movements were calculated to irk Jay further, and he could see Jay’s anger simmering just below the surface.

Their father, noticing the odd dynamic between the two, eventually broke the silence. “What’s that mark on Jay’s neck?” he asked, his tone curious but neutral.

Jay quickly answered, his voice steady despite the tension. “It’s a hickey,” he said, forcing a casual tone. “My girlfriend gave it to me.”

Their father nodded, assuming Jay’s explanation and turning his attention elsewhere. Jay, clearly displeased with the entire situation, abruptly stood up from the table. “I’m tired. I’m going to bed,” he announced, his voice curt as he left the room in a huff.

Once in his room, Jay shut the door and leaned against it, trying to calm his racing thoughts. He realized with a start that he was still aroused, the sensations from earlier still lingering. The intensity of the situation, combined with the friction between him and Jungwon, had left him with an unexpected and unwelcome physical reaction. Jay sighed heavily, frustrated and conflicted by the emotions and physical sensations that he now had to contend with alone.

As he looked down he whined unexpectedly.
He was hard.