In an unfamiliar place, between messy sheets and breathy moans echoing in the dark, Younghoon almost loses his focus. Hyunjae is like fire under him, scorching hot—skin to skin and swollen lips feverishly suck at Younghoon's neck. Hyunjae is soft in all the right places, and hard in all the right places too. And he is tight—so fucking tight, even as deep into the night, as Younghoon is inside of him.

A smirk chases over Younghoon's lips as he licks into Hyunjae's open mouth—catching his tongue, drowning his sweet moans. Who would have thought that the quiet, boring Lee Hyunjae could ever sound like this—could move his body this way. Could take Younghoon's cock so well, as if he has been absolutely starving for it.

It all feels so good, so good Younghoon forgets the actual reason as to why he made a move on Hyunjae to begin with. And when he suddenly remembers, it doesn't even matter that much anyway. He is using Hyunjae, but Hyunjae is using Younghoon as well. They both know that.

"I should have fucked you long ago," Younghoon whispers against Hyunjae's wet lips. He slows down the pace and pulls himself back, knees digging into the mattress, to feast on the view under him. The dark blonde hair sticks to Hyunjae's warm skin, glistening under the dimmed light. Red marks run all the way down his neck onto his chest. What a mess. An absolute, beautiful mess. Younghoon finally, kind of, understands why Juyeon is so smitten with Hyunjae.

One, long and slow, teasingly slow, thrust, makes Hyunjae's eyes roll back and Younghoon chuckles. Pleasure streams through his own body, as if it was the blood in his veins. He feels high, unstoppable. Shameless. His fingers stroke across Hyunjae's lower lip, one dips inside, lets Hyunjae greedily suck it, and Younghoon groans in his ear: "Shouldn't I?"

"Y-yes... God, fuck- " Hyunjae whines around Younghoon's finger. "Yes!"

Hyunjae is a good fuck, Younghoon has no regrets in this moment. Hyunjae might not be the one Younghoon's heart is longing for, but his body is pleased plenty. Younghoon isn't the one Hyunjae truly wishes was inside of him right now either, so who cares?

Under the moonlight his tongue draws lines like bridges burning all around him. There is no going back, but Younghoon doesn't want to either.

They can always just pretend.

When every little muscle tense up, when all his limbs are trembling and head spinning, Younghoon loses it. Eyes open, but he sees nothing at all. Hands desperately clawing at the sheet, at hair he no longer sees as golden. He kisses Hyunjae, but he tastes just like him. Like pouty cherry lips, and moonlight caught in ebony eyes. Like cotton candy hair twirled around Younghoon's fingers—like words Younghoon wishes he had never spoken, and words he wishes he had never heard.

"Tell me, will anyone else ever hold you like this?"

"No. No one else ever will..."

No one else ever will.

No one else.

No one.

It is late, when Younghoon lets Hyunjae snuggle up against his chest. Much is left unspoken in the silence, but they both agree. Younghoon knows from the way Hyunjae lies next to him, the way their skin touches but they are still so far apart. He strokes Hyunjae's hair, like either of them actually cares, listens to the way Hyunjae's breathing slowly becomes heavier until he falls asleep. Younghoon yawns quietly, but his free hand fumbles in the dark, reaching out towards the nightstand—searching for his phone.

Lee Juyeon
5:47pm
I need to talk to you

[1 Missed Call 6:05pm]

6:14pm
I'm serious
We need to talk
Call me back

6:21pm
Please

[1 Missed Call 6:36pm]

[1 Missed Call 6:59pm]

7:01pm
Younghoon

7:11pm
Things aren't what they seem, okay?
Just let me explain

[1 Missed Call 7:15pm]

[1 Missed Call 7:47pm]

8:04pm
Are you at Sunwoo's party?
Don't worry, I won't show up tonight
But we really need to talk
Okay, just call me

[1 Missed Call 8:21pm]

8:32pm
Listen, I might be overthinking here
Please don't tell Hyunjae anything, if you see him tonight
Please, Younghoon
Let's talk first

Younghoon smirks, reading the messages from Juyeon. He already read all of them earlier, and in all honesty he felt a little impressed by Juyeon's persistency. Lee Juyeon is usually more of a 'yes/no/okay' kind of texter. The first message rolled in around three hours after Younghoon bumped into Juyeon and Chanhee. Despite the spam texting, Younghoon does choose to assume it wasn't that important for Juyeon to explain himself, waiting hours before texting Younghoon. Must have been a nice date.

A scoff leaves his lips as Younghoon types a reply—when he finally responds to Juyeon's desparate stream of messages.

Kim Younghoon:
3:12am
Fine. Let's talk in the morning
I'm at the AC
My usual room

9 in the morning. The sun filters through curtains lazily drawn halfway closed, painting everything in warm tones—so simple and beautiful, as if the entire room didn't reek of sex. Younghoon wakes up before Hyunjae, quietly rolls out of bed and heads for the bathroom.

The reflection in the mirror isn't worth more than a simple roll of his eyes. He looks like a mess, but he feels fucking great. Every part of his body hurts, and Younghoon loves it—feels all of it when he turns on the shower and the warm water streams down his skin. Through his hair, down his neck, glossing over bite marks, red spots from Hyunjae's soft lips, and long scratch marks decorating his back.

Younghoon takes his time in the shower, could even have jerked off in there, had it not been for his poor cock actually feeling sore. He chuckles, fingers through his wet hair and down his skin.

"Not bad, Lee Hyunjae," he whispers with a grin. "Not bad."

His phone buzzes against the sink, and Younghoon turns the shower off. He quickly dries himself, then throws on one of the hotel robes, while reading the new message on the screen.

Lee Juyeon
9:33am
Thank you. I'll be there in ten

Ten minutes? Younghoon cocks a brow as excitement fills his body. Oh, the timing could not have been any better. Younghoon smiles to himself in the mirror, before taking a deep breath, and as he breathes out he lets the corners of his lips fall. He practices his best 'surprised, heavily embarrassed, but trying to hide it' facial expressions, over and over, until he hears a faint knock on the door to the hotel suite.

It's showtime.

"Juyeon?" Younghoon's eyes widen, and he frantically pulls the robe tighter around his chest—well aware that it isn't enough to cover all the marks left on his skin. "Shit, I'm sorry, didn't know you'd come by this early."

"I texted you." Juyeon, as hard to read as he always is, stands freakishly still on the other side of the doorstep, eyes slowly dropping lower and lower, following the marks on Younghoon's neck.

"My bad, I was in the shower, haven't looked at my phone this morning." Not stepping aside, Younghoon laughs nervously, avoids eye-contact, keeping his voice down—playing out the scene perfectly with every lie leaving his lips.

"Is this a bad time?" Juyeon asks, and his eyes suddenly narrow, when he stares at the floor. At Hyunjae's shoes right next to Younghoon's. "...You're not alone?"

But Juyeon already knows the answer, and Younghoon fights to swallow a gloating smile. Juyeon gifted those shoes to Hyunjae for his last birthday, Younghoon clearly remembers how Juyeon dragged him from store to store, despite his nonstop complaining about not giving a shit.

"Actually, I-" Younghoon pauses, on purpose. Obviously. He rubs the back of his neck, inhales deeply, only to exhale without any words.

"Who's here?"

"Juyeon. Bro... "

"Who is here, Younghoon?"

"Okay, listen, don't get things twisted, the party was crazy, everyone got so wasted," Younghoon's voice turns higher, desperate. Oh, what a humiliation it would be, should his best friend find out he slept with a guy. Younghoon holds both hands up in front of himself, as he stares at Juyeon. Frightened.

He really should win an Oscar for this brilliant performance.

Of course Younghoon doesn't give a shit if Juyeon knows he likes guys. Chanhee probably told Juyeon already anyway, probably fucked both of them in one day, compared them to each other. And obviously he preferred Juyeon.

"H-he just crashed here okay. It's not what you think."

"Where is he?" Lee Juyeon is known to rarely show much emotion on his face, in his voice, at all. But this is new. His face is cold and his voice even colder. He glares at Younghoon like he could kill him.

With a heavy sigh, exaggerated just for the fun of it, Younghoon steps aside and lets Juyeon inside the room. And Younghoon leads the way right into the hell he made just for Juyeon. For his best friend.

"Oh, you're awake?" Younghoon asks, even though the answer is obvious. Hyunjae sits on the bed, looking confused and dazed. Until-

"What the fu-" Juyeon says. It is loud but silent at the same time.

There is nothing to misapprehend. The messed up bed, the golden wrapper from the condom on the floor—the entirety of all that is Lee Hyunjae, all messy hair and marked skin, and the way his cheeks flush before he hides his face with his hands.

"You didn't..." Juyeon is whispering, his voice is shaking. His question just hangs in the air, for whoever wants to answer it.

"Why do you even care?" Hyunjae suddenly hisses from the bed. His hands fall to grab around the sheet, wrapping it around his waist as he gets out, scrambling over the floor while snatching his clothes. "Excuse me."

He disappears into the bathroom, the door slams shut behind him. With that, Younghoon slowly turns—a devilish grin grows, as his eyes meet with Juyeon's.

Juyeon glares at Younghoon, lower lip trembling, fists clenched at his sides.

"You fucking didn't..."

"Oh," Younghoon chuckles. "I most certainly, fucking, did."

If eyes could kill. Juyeon, who is known for his beautiful sharp features, for his unreadable expressions. Juyeon, who has narrow, catlike eyes, is staring at Younghoon like he really wants to kill him. Cut Younghoon into pieces, with every sharp part of his own being.

The door to the bathroom opens and Hyunjae comes stumbling out. He ignores the stares suddenly directed towards him, pushes himself past both Younghoon and Juyeon to gather the rest of his personal belongings. As Hyunjae stuffs his phone into the pocket of his pants, he is already heading for the door.

"Hyunjae." It is Juyeon who speaks first, Juyeon who usually keeps quiet, suddenly has so much to say. And it amuses Younghoon. "He is just using you."

"Rich coming from you." Hyunjae turns, and just like that, it is Juyeon who is in danger of being cut. The harsh tone is new, and even Younghoon feels shivers when he hears it. "We haven't spoken for weeks . Why do you even care?"

"Because I-"

"Because, you what?" Younghoon mocks, when Juyeon pauses for a little while too long. Brow arching. Arms crossed, stepping closer.

"I-I... I- just..."

The air is thick, hard to breathe in—Younghoon is certain, as he looks from Hyunjae to Juyeon. Back and forth, Juyeon's guards fall lower each time.

"You just what?" Hyunjae asks.

"I mean... Because... You're my friend."

The taste on Younghoon's tongue is sweet, victorious, when Juyeon says all the wrong words—when Hyunjae's eyes light up with rage.

"Right. I'm your friend." Brown eyes roll towards the ceiling and Hyunjae spins on his heels.

"Hyunjae, wait." A long stare of disappointment towards Juyeon, and Younghoon rushes past him to catch Hyunjae in the hallway. "I'm sorry, I had no idea he would show up here."

"It's fine..." Hyunjae puts his shoes on in a hurry, fumbling with the shoelace. "And, whatever he says. Don't worry, I'm not an idiot. Last night was fun, but I won't get attached."

Suddenly surprisingly calm, Hyunjae pats Younghoon on the shoulder—and then, he leaves. And Younghoon hates that he in fact hopes Hyunjae really feels everything is fine.

"Is this a prank?" Juyeon asks the moment Younghoon is back in the same room as him. "You guys didn't really... Did you?"

It all started with ill intentions, of course it did, Younghoon is not going to pretend it wasn't so. He wanted to hurt Juyeon, just a little—just enough for his perfect facade to crack. Did Younghoon cross a line, sleeping with Hyunjae? Possibly. Does he regret it? Not at all.

"You're out there, getting your dick sucked by some other guy. Why do you fucking care?"

And Younghoon actually truly wonders, why does Juyeon care so much? Juyeon's pining stares, whenever Hyunjae is close to him, fades with the visions of his fingers intertwined with Chanhee's. Greedy, greedy, greedy Juyeon.

"Or maybe you don't care?" Younghoon chuckles, getting closer—close enough to place a hand on Juyeon's shoulder, to whisper poison into his ear. "Maybe you're just jealous, that I got to fuck Hyunjae before you did. Seemed like he really needed it."

Younghoon nearly chokes on a gasp, when his back slams against the wall. Anger burns into his eyes, Juyeon presses him against the wall, firm grip around the fabric of Younghoon's black robe. Younghoon is impressed. A little. Intimidated? Not at all. He smirks, observing Juyeon up close. The rage in his sharp eyes, the tremble of his lower lip, and how his chest rises and falls with slow, but shaking breaths.

"What? You're gonna kiss me now?" Younghoon mocks. "If you're lucky, maybe you can still taste him on my tongue."

"Fuck you, Younghoon!"

Fist against chin, teeth into soft flesh. Younghoon tastes the blood in his mouth. Juyeon stumbles back, fist shaking as it falls towards his side. Younghoon slides down the wall, dumps down onto the cold floor. He feels Juyeon's eyes on him, staring at him in horror. Younghoon groans, rubbing his fingers against his lips. They're stained red instantly. Lips and fingers both.

"Nice one," he says with another groan.

"I-I'm sorry... I-" Juyeon sounds absolutely desperate. Hands are shaking, diving aimlessly through his dark hair. His long limbs seem to be all over, but he keeps standing in the same spot.

"Whatever man. Just get out."

Younghoon has wished for Juyeon to lose control, to let his guards down and crumble. Just a little. But, he never expected this to happen. Deep down, Younghoon feels proud, but he will save that feeling for later.

A couple of seconds later, Juyeon slowly turns to leave.

"Why did you do it?" he asks, without looking back at Younghoon. "Because of Chanhee?"

"What the fuck are you talking about?"

"I told you, things aren't what they seem... You fucked up, Younghoon. You really fucked up."