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—  𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐨  ღ  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐥  —

 ‘‘  what  would  the  fun  be  in  that  ?  c’mon  ji  ——  you’re  gonna  tell  me  ,  your  best  friend  ,  to  get  his  own  sweater  ?  ’’  with  a  roll  of  his  eyes  ,  haneul  shoves  the  other’s  shoulder  playfully.  ‘‘  shouldn’t  have  invited  me  over  in  the  first  place  ,  then.  what  is  it  that  you  wanted  to  hang  out  ,  anyway  ?  ’’  

♡ ˙ 💌 ✧  —  ‧ you’ve got mail!! … ‘‘ 𝐲𝐮𝐫𝐢 & 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐦𝐢𝐧 ‘’

           ‘‘  don’t  eat  that.  ’’  words  escape  from  male’s  mouth  before  he  realizes  as  he  continues  to  eat  the  popcorn  his  roommate  tried  to  steal.  ‘‘  it’ssssssssss  …  poisoned.  ’’ / @feelbloom​

—  𝐣𝐢𝐡𝐨  ღ  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐞𝐮𝐥  —

          a  smile  too  affectionate  for  his  own  good  is  thrown  in  jiho’s  direction.  ‘’  no  worries  ,  ’’  he  tells  the  younger  ,  sitting  down  next  to  him  and  draping  an  arm  around  his  shoulder.  ‘’  you’ll  get  it  back  …  one  day  …  or  not.  would  it  be  that  bad  if  i  kept  it  ?  ’’

              ‘‘  wearing  what  ?  ’’  a  brief  glance  down  the  clothing  item  worn  (  read  :  stolen  )  ,  before  his  eyes  meet  with  jiho’s.  ‘‘  your  sweater  ?  fits  me  better  ,  bigger  ,  comfier  …  should  i  go  on  ?  ’’

      at this point, prince is convinced the powers that be must HATE him . it’s understandable , really , he’s a cocky little shit and he hates himself most of the time , but that doesn’t give them an excuse to send THE MOST IRRITABLE and cute assistant his way to both annoy and captivate him in equal measure . it just isn’t fair — pretty boys aren’t supposed to work in big corporate office blocks for the social elite , they’re supposed to BE the social elite .

      for the most part , prince ignores noah when he walks in . he’s taken to not even acknowledging the formal address that he’s fairly sure the other does JUST to piss him off ; he’s realised he doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction . he eyes the coffee as it’s placed on his desk , wondering whether it’ll actually be what he asked for . he takes a sip . it’s not , obviously . the sweet taste hits him and he grimaces , sigh leaving his lips as he turns his attention back to the very important task he’s completing on his computer — a thrilling game of minesweeper . 

      “ yeah . yeah i’m ready . ” he finally speaks to the other , although what he says is a blatant lie . his long hair is pulled back into a messy bun and he’s wearing the supreme hoodie he slipped into as soon as he got into his office this morning , suit jacket discarded on cream leather couch . “ maybe they’ll finally cut me off and i’ll never have to see you again . ” he looks up from his computer , playful smirk on his lips .

       NOAH WATCHES CLOSELY AS PRINCE TAKES HIS FIRST SIP, childishly eager to see his reaction to the sickeningly sweet taste. he isn’t disappointed — while prince’s reactions are nowhere near as strong as they were when noah first started working for the khims, they’re no less rewarding. it’s hard not to smirk as he watches the other boy grimace, nose scrunching cutely at the coffee’s unpleasant taste, and he has to feign a cough in order to cover the amused huff he almost lets out at prince’s resigned sigh.

       he arches a brow at prince’s answer, eyes sweeping over the boy’s uncaring form as he remains focused on his computer. it’s not that prince looks bad — on the contrary, noah thinks that prince looks regrettably attractive when he’s more casual. noah will never admit it, but men in buns really do something for him. however, he very much doubts that the board of directors will share that sentiment. he lets out a sigh at prince’s joke, something about the casual way prince speaks about getting disowned striking noah as sad and uncomfortable as it always has. still, he refuses to acknowledge any sort of sympathy for the other man. 

       ( not while he’s in front of him, anyway. )

       EFFY HATES GROUP PROJECTS. it’s not that she isn’t capable of working well with others, she just ... prefers not to do so. besides, it’s always exhausting to deal with other people’s schedules and foolish ideas — and that’s assuming they even make an effort to help at all in the first place. all that being said, she was less than pleased when her professor announced that they will indeed be working in groups for her psychology class this semester. even worse, the groups are assigned. she had hoped that she would get at least a somewhat useful partner assigned, but she quickly realized that that hope was in vain once she found out that eevie is her partner.

       it’s not that she necessarily has anything against the other girl, but— okay, maybe effy judges her. just a little. it’s just so clear how little the other girl cares about this class, and effy cannot for the life of her understand being so content with failure. 

       it doesn’t help that, currently, eevie is late meeting her at the library.

       NOAH ENTERS PRINCE’S OFFICE IN A WHIRLWIND, smile stretched across his face both wide and fake as he approaches the other man’s desk. “ good afternoon, mr. khim, ” he says cheerfully, ignoring ( as always ) prince’s distaste for being addressed so formally. “ don’t forget your meeting with the board of directors is soon. are you nearly ready ? ”

       without waiting for an answer, noah carefully sets prince’s fourth coffee of the day down on his desk, eagerly awaiting the moment that prince takes his first sip and realizes that noah has gotten it with several pumps of sweetener again. it’s typically about a 70/30 chance whether or not he gets prince’s coffee order right— not because he’s an idiot, but because he is petty, and this is one of the few ways he can take a vague, spiteful joy from his job on days when prince is being a particularly large thorn in his side.

          A  SMILE  THAT  CAN  ONLY  BE  DESCRIBED  AS  TRIUMPHANT  appears  on  haneul’s  face  ,  expression  all  smug.  he  always  gets  what  he  wants  ——  always  has  jiho  right  in  the  palm  of  his  hand  and  he  knows  the  other  is  aware  ,  which  is  why  it’s  always  amusing  to  see  the  younger  return  to  him  no  matter  what.

          ‘‘  yeah  ?  you  think  so  ?  ’’  he  bites  his  lower  lip  ,  hands  itching  to  get  in  touch  with  jiho’s  glistening  skin.  the  water  still  drips  down  his  toned  ,  sun-kissed  body  ,  spending  many  hours  outside  during  practice  and  damn  ,  did  those  exercises  pay  off.  ‘‘  better  show  me  and  get  me  to  behave  ,  then.  ’’

          the  itch  worsens  and  before  he  knows  it  ,  he’s  got  a  hand  hooked  around  jiho’s  towel.  one  simple  tug  and  it  would  be  gone  ——  one  simple  tug  to  get  his  mouth  on  jiho’s  member  ,  but  he  seems  …  hesitant  ,  cheeky  eyes  looking  up  at  jiho.  ‘’  you  know  me  so  well  ,  ’’  he  whispers  ,  tugging  once  ,  twice  ,  but  not  hard  enough.  he  instead  opts  for  a  different  route  ,  his  hand  lowering  to  brush  past  the  other’s  crotch  to  below  his  towel.  haneul’s  bold.  always  has  been.  had  he  not  been  ,  he  doubts  jiho  would  stick  around  and  linger  around  him  the  way  he  does  now.  he  knows  the  other  enjoys  it  ,  or  this  wouldn’t  have  been  the  nth  hook-up.

          ‘‘  i  want  you  so  bad  ,  ’’  a  quiet  voice  ,  the  tip  of  his  tongue  peeking  out.  gentle  fingers  manage  to  wrap  around  jiho’s  shaft  ,  the  warmth  and  stiffness  making  haneul  groan  and  lean  forward.  he  plants  his  lips  on  jiho’s  lower  stomach  ,  making  the  other  think  he’s  here  for  the  soft  stuff  when  he  bares  his  teeth  and  teasingly  bites  down  on  his  skin.  ‘‘  c’mon.  ’’  haneul  starts  shaking  his  legs  rather  impatiently  ,  making  the  towel  around  his  own  waist  loosen  and  slowly  fall  away  from  his  thighs.  he  whimpers  ,  hand  rubbing  jiho’s  cock  with  utmost  care.  ‘‘  don’t  you  want  me  ?  jiho  …  please.  ’’

         WITH DARK EYES, JIHO WATCHES IN SILENCE as haneul inches closer and reaches out to tug teasingly at his towel, the older boy a combination of coy and shameless that jiho finds intoxicating. as always, he’s horribly easy for haneul, already mostly hard before he’s even been touched. arousal burns sharp and heady in his gut, but his lips twitch upwards with amusement when haneul speaks. “ you say that as if it’s hard,” jiho says. “ like you don’t love being good for me. ”

         he sucks in a breath when haneul slips his hand below the towel and starts stroking him, one of his own hands moving on autopilot to grip haneul’s soft, fluffy hair when he leans forward to start kissing and nipping at jiho’s abs. haneul looks like something out of one of jiho’s wet dreams, still damp and glowing from the showers, flushed with arousal and just as pretty as he always is as he slowly lets his towel slip away to reveal more and more smooth, perfect skin. 

         don’t you want me? the question would almost be enough to make jiho laugh out loud, if everything about the situation didn’t have him so fucking keyed up and turned on. of course jiho wants him. isn’t it obvious? if jiho didn’t want him — if haneul wasn’t so hot, so sweet, so annoyingly irresistible — he wouldn’t be here at all. he would have brushed haneul off and gone back to his dorm by himself, the way he should have, instead of being so stupidly irresponsible and letting haneul touch him like this here where any one of their teammates could return at any moment, even though jiho usually works so hard to keep this part of himself hidden away.

          OH  ,  HOW  FUN  IS  IT  to  play  with  jiho.  you  wouldn’t  say  haneul  is  the  older  out  of  the  two  ,  acting  like  he  just  enrolled  into  college  and  not  about  to  graduate.  he’s  still  to  be  found  at  every  single  party  on  campus  ,  being  as  cheery  as  ever  and  getting  to  be  his  mischievous  self  with  jiho  is  all  just  a  bonus.

          ‘‘  hm  ,  you’re  right.  always  so  kind  ,  wanting  to  help  me  out  ,  ’’  he  bats  his  eyelashes  ,  the  grin  on  his  face  growing  as  they  enter  the  dressing  room  ,  the  first  few  of  their  teammates  already  hitting  the  showers.  haneul  is  being  a  little  slower  on  purpose  ,  eyes  flickering  to  jiho  every  now  and  then  before  going  absolutely  butt-naked  into  the  showers.

          time  genuinely  couldn’t  go  any  slower  ,  haneul  sighing  softly  as  he’s  got  his  back  turned  to  the  rest  with  his  head  thrown  back  under  the  shower.  slowly  but  surely  ,  the  laughter  and  talking  dies  down  ,  causing  haneul  to  finally  open  his  eyes  again  and  look  around.  there’s  just  jiho  still  and  perhaps  two  more  lingering  friends.

          ‘‘  move  ,  ’’  he  told  them  ,  waving  to  the  door  while  wrapping  a  towel  around  his  waist  once  he  was  done  washing  himself  up.  then  a  silence  follows  ,  haneul  sitting  down  on  the  bench  with  his  legs  a  little  spread  as  he  peeks  past  the  wall  of  the  showers  ,  trying  to  spot  jiho.  ‘’  you  know  what  i  want  ,  right  ?  ’’  he  makes  sure  the  other  can  hear  ,  his  voice  echoing  through  the  empty  room.

         LIKE A MOTH TO A FLAME, jiho finds himself getting drawn into haneul’s not-so-subtle attempts at teasing once again. no matter how determined jiho is to remain unaffected— no matter how many times he finds himself taking the walk of shame back to his dorm, cheeks flushed and hair tousled, swearing to himself that that was the very last time—  haneul has proven to be a bit of a weak spot for jiho’s already lacking self control. 

        even though, for the most part, he is ignoring the other boy as they enter the locker room, jiho keeps catching himself looking over at haneul as they strip out of their sweaty uniforms. the moment they inevitably make eye contact, jiho simply rolls his eyes and looks away, playing at indifference— but he can feel his ears reddening, the early beginnings of heat curling in his stomach from haneul’s coquettish behavior already. he tells himself that he isn’t lagging behind everyone else on purpose— isn’t intentionally slowing his movements to match haneul’s pace— but really, jiho is right where he wants to be as follows haneul into the showers, his eyes slowly drifting over the boy’s lean, naked, beautiful body.

         ripping his eyes away from haneul’s ass ( regretfully, and only because he is hyperaware of the few teammates who still linger around them ), jiho forces himself to focus on washing away the sweat and grime from practice. he does his best to tune out everything around him as he scrubs at his skin, and it works— until haneul’s sharp voice jolts him, shooing away their last remaining teammates unapologetically.

         jiho finally turns to face the other boy once more, eyebrows raising as he watches haneul leave the showers to go sit down. grabbing a towel of his own to wrap around himself, jiho follows him, standing in front of the bench with his arms crossed.

        “ you’re such a fucking brat, ” he says finally, sounding much less annoyed about it than he means to. “ don’t be bitchy to our teammates just because they let you get away with it. ” 

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          HANEUL  IS  THE  TYPE  OF  GUY  that  likes  to  tease  ,  likes  to  get  on  people’s  nerves  and  make  them  downright  loathe  him  for  his  behavior.  it’s  not  like  it  can  do  him  anything  ,  or  possibly  hurt  him  ;  the  majority  of  the  people  so  happen  to  love  him  for  it.  

          he  is  just  not  quite  sure  about  jiho.  despite  being  a  couple  years  younger  than  himself  ,  they  find  each  other  only  one  year  apart  in  college  and  first  bumped  into  each  other  at  the  first  baseball  practice  of  last  year.  ever  since  then  ,  it’s  been  a  weird  kind  of  …  on-and-off  thing  ,  jiho  claiming  things  that  haneul  would  pretend  to  play  along  with  only  so  he  can  get  his  hands  on  the  younger.  it’s  a  fun  game  and  haneul  likes  to  win.  so  whenever  the  other  baseball  player  lets  him  ,  haneul  feels  absolutely  victorious.

          today  is  no  different  ,  haneul  ready  to  pull  off  a  few  of  his  antics.

          ‘‘  jiho  ,  ’’  haneul  sing-songs  ,  walking  behind  him  as  the  entire  baseball  team  makes  their  way  back  to  the  dressing  rooms  ,  ready  to  hit  the  showers.  his  eyes  are  on  the  other’s  lower  parts  ,  being  a  bit  too  familiar  with  them.  he  finds  his  hand  going  to  squeeze  a  cheek  ,  but  decides  against  it  and  places  an  arm  around  jiho’s  shoulders  instead.  he  shoots  the  other  a  cheeky  grin.  ‘‘  you  got  some  time  ?  i  need  your  help  with  something.  ’’

          JIHO HAS MANY FLAWS. he’ll be the first one to admit it. however good his intentions may be— and, generally, he has only the best— their results are often riddled with missteps and blunders. one of jiho’s biggest flaws is no doubt his impulsiveness. he’s well aware of this, too— and yet, he seems unable to help himself.

          meeting haneul certainly hasn’t done much to help matters.

          the other boy has a nasty habit of pulling out some of jiho’s... lesser sides, one could say. haneul plays games, to put it frankly, and jiho always seems to find himself playing with him without ever making the conscious decision to do so. it’s a little dangerous for jiho, who has a very carefully crafted facade that haneul seems hell-bound to crack open and lay bare. jiho knows he should put a stop to it all— stop indulging it, stop giving in, stop letting haneul see parts of him that he shouldn’t.

          but jiho is flawed. impulsive. lacking in willpower. so when haneul calls his name, teasing and maddeningly smug, jiho doesn’t brush him off like he probably should— even if he knows exactly where this is going.