(A/N: iiiiif you haven't read the spin-off "Alone together" which is the backstory of Hyunjin and Yeosang, I suggest to doing so before reading this! You can find it, after the ending in "Just as we are")

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The outer might fool the eye, but underneath the tailored suit, the signs of the wicked still remains - engraved into Hyunjin's skin, as a deranged tale of who he used to be.

And most likely still is.

Yeosang's fingers run slowly across all over them, as he undresses Hyunjin on their way to the bedroom - lips testing each other out, tongues tasting every part of the other's warm mouth. Soft moans are exchanged, while their hands get greedier for the feeling of each other's skin.

"I've wanted you for so long," Hyunjin whispers, his eyes and words burning into Yeosang's soul. "And I never stopped loving you. Never."

Hwang Hyunjin never understood the word love, what it meant or how someone should react to it. He didn't back then, and he probably still doesn't.

Or maybe it's Yeosang who has misunderstood it all along?

Being pulled on to sit on Hyunjin's lap, both of their bodies naked and eager, Yeosang starts to believe that the latter is the truth. Hyunjin had come so close to being Yeosang's first, and maybe he should just have let him. Just let him take him as he pleased, body, mind and soul. No one had understood Yeosang the way Hyunjin did - and he had been so selfish to push him away.

Yeosang had told himself he was better off without him, even if that meant he would be alone. But in this very moment, with their lips pressed against each other, he realizes that it is better this way - they, are better this way. Together in the loneliness.

Hyunjin hums into Yeosang's hair, as he slowly starts pushing into him, and Yeosang bites his lower lip as the pain of being stretched out runs through him. Soft hands are stroking against his skin, trying to ease the hurt, and soft kisses and placed all over his shoulder blades.

"H-Hyunjin.... Ah..." Yeosang gasps, moving his body with the pace Hyunjin is setting.

"I've waited so long, for you to say my name like that," Hyunjin breathes against Yeosang's neck, fingers diving into his hair, pulling his head backwards.

Each time Hyunjin pulls out, only to fill him up again in a instant, Yeosang feels like this is the thing he has been needed all his life. No chasing after the unattainable, unrealistic form of being loved. Just this.

But one thing is missing. Hyunjin is careful, almost too careful - although there is something about the way his nails dig into the skin at Yeosang's hips; impatiently.

"Harder," Yeosang gasps, pushing himself against Hyunjin's hips.

"What if I hurt you?" The words seem concerned, but the tone of Hyunjin's voice reveals his true intentions.

"Why do you think I'm here?" Yeosang asks, looking over his shoulder to catch Hyunjin's eyes. "I want you to hurt me. I want to feel the pain, with you. I... I need it..."

"Oh Sangie..." A dark smirk plays at the corners of Hyunjin's lips, as he leans down over Yeosang. "I've waited ten years for you to realize this..."

His teeth sink into Yeosang's shoulder, just as he thrusts himself inside - all the way, and hard. Yeosang arches his back, choking on a moan when the pleasure is completely taking over his body, as the pace gets rougher.

Their bodies slam together, wilder and harder for each time, and their moans blend together - fighting with the sound of their skin slapping against each other, on which is the loudest.

Hyunjin leaves several bite marks around Yeosang's shoulders and down his back, the teeth dig deep, and are releasing a whimpering moan from Yeosang's lips each time. Something about having sex with the person he has hated for so long, turns him on way more than he would like to admit.

But hate and love is strange, and Yeosang tells himself that he's just gotten it wrong all along. And as Hyunjin continues to fuck him hard, pull his hair till his roots scream, and leave marks all over him - the madness that used to be Hwang Hyunjin suddenly seems like the very thing Yeosang has been missing all along.

When Hyunjin turns him around and pulls him up to sit up top, Yeosang is already about to reach his climax. With his legs shaking mildly under him, he lowers himself over Hyunjin, and gasps loudly as the hard cock fills him out once again.

While riding him, Yeosang runs his hands all over Hyunjin's chest - and the scars and burn-marks that are decorating his skin like an artwork of self-mutilation.

"I want you to mark me," Yeosang whispers, leaning down to capture Hyunjin's lips in a kiss.

Their tongues met, dancing around each other to the sweet sound of the moans that are coming from both of them. Hyunjin then places his hands on Yeosang's hips, holds him still while thrusting in and out in an almost brutal pace.

Yeosang breaks the kiss with a whine, strings of saliva still connecting their lips, and he is seeing stars behind his eyelids from the way Hyunjin is fucking him.

"Haven't I already?" Hyunjin smirks, his hips rolling under Yeosang, making him hit all the right places.

"No... I..." Yeosang pants, his vision blurred up and his head spinning. With his hand slamming way harder than intended against Hyunjin's chest, Yeosang looks down at him. "I mean... Like this..."

Hyunjin's eyes follows to where Yeosang is drawing circles around the scars on his chest, and the fire in his eyes light up once more, ready to swallow Yeosang whole. A needy whine runs between Yeosang's lips, when he feels Hyunjin's fingers wrap around his length, stroking and pumping it slowly.

"Don't worry, my love," Hyunjin chuckles, but the darkness that is luring in his voice no longer scares Yeosang, "We can make that happen... As soon as we are done here..."

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"Where have you been?" Wooyoung calls out, right on queue, as Yeosang steps through the door the next morning.

Yeosang sighs, and as he hangs his jacket in the hall-way he already regrets coming home. His phone has been turned off since he decided to go to Hyunjin's place, and it is still stuffed into his pocket in that same state.

He borrowed a turtleneck from Hyunjin, to cover up the love bites that are painted all over his skin, and he tugs it carefully before turning to look at Wooyoung - makes sure everything is securely hidden.

"Just out," he replies, as usual, his next words held under his breath, "Relax, mom."

"How did the job interview go?" the blonde asks next, and although it's only been one day - Yeosang has completely forgotten about the interview, about Hongjoong and everything.

"Fine. Why didn't you tell me it was Hongjoong I was going to meet though?" he mumbles, trying to make his way to his room, with Wooyoung following right behind him.

"You wouldn't have went if I told you, would you?"

And Wooyoung has a good point. The job interview would most likely never have happened, if Yeosang had known. And as everything comes back to him, he still isn't sure if he should take it or not.

"He's not friends with Seonghwa anymore..." Wooyoung suddenly says, just as Yeosang is about to close the door between them. "He told me that... None of them are..."

With his head briefly resting against the doorframe, Yeosang looks at the blonde, chewing his lip while taking in what Wooyoung just told him. That would make things easier after all... Perhaps that job wouldn't be a bad idea - and, he really needs the money.

Yeosang nods slowly, and a wry smile is sent Wooyoung's way. But just as Yeosang thinks that he finally will get the chance to get some privacy behind closed doors, Wooyoung raises a brow at him.

"That's not your shirt?" he says, eyeing the beige turtleneck that is covering up things that would shock him beyond belief. "Did you go shopping?"

"No," Yeosang replies, and his next words leave his lips, at the same time he closes the door shut. "It's my boyfriend's."