#it's you

Am quite happy with the little differences i managed to show :) the show just used the same model for human Jim's (drawn on scars) but I happy to make him look older and buffer. And young again Jim less put together and overall bit more traumatized.

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“Who?” Jake was now completely folded at the waist. Did he have to make it so obvious, looking around the place like a lost meerkat? You said as much to him to which he responded with a light bat to your head. Of all the Dagger Squad, you might have been closest to him. Sure, Nat was your roommate but Jake was the one you called when you were bored waiting for your nails to dry.

“Darren,” you said with a sharp look in his direction. 

Jake scoffed, “Like he ever wanted to come here when you were dating.” 

“No, exactly!” 

He helped you off the floor, settling you into the stool opposite him as you smoothed down your hair. “You look fine,” he said.

“Fine is not great.” You snuck a peek at Darren over his shoulder, cringing when you make eye contact.

“I meant great,” he mumbled as he flagged down Penny.

“Please tell me he’s not coming over here.” You were feeling a bit desperate. You were over him, for the most part, but that didn’t mean you weren’t still sensitive about the whole thing.

“He’s not.”

“You’re lying.” You could always tell when Jake was lying; he almost looked sharper when he did.

Penny swatted Jake’s hand away from grabbing extra limes before setting two shots of tequila and a salt shaker in front on you. 

“Do you trust me?” He said. It was in these moments that Jake was most irresistible to you, when all of his focus was directed onto you and you alone, in these moments when he was waiting for you.

“Yeah,” you said. “Of course.”

You watched in fear and frozen awe as Jake brought your wrist up to his mouth and licked your pulse point. “One for courage,” he said and doused salt on the now glistening stretch of skin.

You went for it: sucked the salt, downed the shot, and bit into the lime wedge he held between his fingers. This was far from the most physically intimate you had been with him, you shared a bed after many a drunken night out, but unlike those times, you couldn’t seem to help the butterflies that erupted in the pit of your stomach.

“Ready?” He didn’t even wait for a response before he hooked the toe of his boot to the bottom rung of your stool to pull you closer. “I need you to face away from me,” he whispered and you did it without question. You weren’t sure if it was the burn of the liquor or the adrenaline of the moment but you were absolute putty in his hands. You swiveled away from him, gaping as he moved your hair away from your neck.

“Hey.” You’d been so distracted that you hadn’t even seen Darren standing right in front of you.

“Oh, hi.” You weren’t really the jealous type but he certainly was and you couldn’t help the sick satisfaction you got from the twisted look on his face. “How are you?”

You watched as his lips moved but couldn’t decipher any of his words as Jake began sucking on your neck. What the fuck was happening? Was this the trust? You watched Darren trail off, mouth agape in shock and discomfort, certain that you wore a similar expression but…you couldn’t deny Jake knew what he was doing. You uttered an unconvincing “that’s great,” hoping that it disguised you shifting in your seat—it did not, judging by Jake’s deep chuckle vibrating down the column of your throat. 

That should’ve been it, clearly you were occupied (ruse or not) but, to your horror, Darren just kept talking. You knew he was doing it to spite you, forcing you to sit in your shame and beet red face.

“Hey, do you mind?” Jake said, cutting Darren off. He was standing now, between you and your ex. “We’re kind of in the middle of something.”

“Yeah like the entire time we were dating,” Darren said. You peeked over Jake’s shoulder to catch the smug look on his stupid face. 

“No,” he said before facing you again. "Ready?" He held the lime wedge at your lips, patiently waiting for you to part them to hold it between your teeth.

"You don't have to do this anymore," you said. You were quite certain Darren had left and this entire charade could end. You were torn between genuinely enjoying yourself and his company and feeling no different from all the other heartbroken girls who dared to fall for Jake—not that that’s what he was doing. 

“You’re going to deprive me from doing a body shot off the most beautiful woman in the bar?” He looked at you so sincerely; you couldn't find it in yourself to deny such an adorable Jake, high off playing hero. You rolled your eyes but let him put the wedge in place. 

He sucked the salt off your neck in a way that was far more lascivious than it needed to be, took the shot, and pressed his lips to yours.

Your breath caught in your throat. Just as quickly as the contact was made, it ended. Your eyelids fluttered, trying to blink away whatever trance Jake’s pretty smile trapped you in. 

The clarity came when he dropped the rind into the empty shot glass. You felt off balance and ridiculous. “Sorry,” you mumbled. 

He pinched your cheek, “Over too soon?”

Sudden rage surged through you. How he could look so smug with the glitter from your lip gloss still on his lips? You had no idea.

“I think it worked,” he said, subtly gesturing to a sulking Darren in the corner of the bar.

“Great,” you said. You slipped off your stool, forcing him to take a step back. You needed to get away from him and possibly ignore him completely until you were forced to interact on Monday at work, but he had other plans.

“Aw come on,” he said, pulling you back to him with a warm hand on your wrist. “Don’t be like that. I should have been more responsible with my irresistibility—“

You stomped on his foot. 

Jake winced, folding a bit, but kept you caged you against the bar. 

“I knew you were self-obsessed but this is ridiculous.”

“You’re just lucky I didn’t actually kiss you.” He licked his lips in a way that gave you the distinct impression that he was playing with his prey.

“Oh?” You pressed yourself against him and blinked, feigning innocence. Two could play at that game, one with a slight quiver in her voice. “And why’s that?”

“‘Cause you would be so gone.”

And, without thinking, you grabbed a fistful of his shirt and slammed your lips to his. He kissed back immediately, wrapping he arms around your waist and pulling you impossibly closer. 

You were a good kisser. So good, in fact, that you could’ve listed it on you resume under special talents. But Jake wasn’t so bad himself—you practically shuddered when he lapped into your mouth. It’s like his hands were everywhere, hot under your shirt and roaming your back. He groaned when your nails dragged through his hair and, like being touched for the first time, an incredible heat pooled at your core. 

A gentle poke from Penny snapped you back to reality. You pushed him away and, against every impulse, kept him away when he went in for more. “Don’t,” you said. You needed to get away, just a second to yourself before you burned up inside.

“F-fuck!” You hyperventilated in a bathroom stall. You and Jake were friends. Friends. Coworkers. But you could still feel him on you and all those times before when you woke up next to him, with his arms tight around you and his heart beating in your ear. You hated waking up next to Darren, frigid blanket hog, and would sneak out late at night after you were certain you had fallen asleep. You even slept in your car a couple times and returned before he woke up, so as not to hurt his feelings. It was Jake massaged the kink out of your neck the following morning. “Fuck.”

“Julep?” Nat called (it was a cute call sign now but was given after a particularly rough night involving about six of them.) “Are you alright?”

You burst out of the stall, “I think I like Jake.”

“No shit.”

“No, like like like him.”

“Yeah, I know,” Nat said, smoothing the line of her hair in the mirror. “Everyone knows.”

“What?” You bit your thumb nail. Did he know? Was he just messing with you?

“It’s insufferable watching Hangman mope around base on your days off. And even Javy, saint that he is, is so over hearing all the ‘will they won’t they’ anxiety warbling.”

You cleared your throat and straightened the hem of your skirt. You could do this, and if he laughed in your face then you’d only let these feeling surface for twenty minutes and could easily shove them back down, deep. 

You stepped into the hall, emotionally prepared to scan the bar for Jake. 

“I knew you were into him.” Darren. 

“Please, spare me your paranoid fantasies.”

“It was always ‘Jake and I had Chinese last night.’”

“That was one time.” The bar had gotten significantly more crowded and the people seemed to blur into one another. Your courage was finite and whatever you were going to do needed to be done now. If only you could find him…

“Are you looking for loverboy?”

You looked at Darren then. His eyes were darker than you remembered, his shadows more prominent. You nodded, hesitantly. 

He didn’t say a word, only pointed. You smiled and eagerly pushed past him, rushing his direction. As you approached, Jake’s golden hair came into view above the other patrons. You called his name, squeezing between your last obstacle, only to find him and his tongue interlocked with a woman's in red cowboy boots. 

Your eyes burned but you couldn’t move a muscle. You weren’t exactly shocked, having prepared yourself for the possibility that this was all just a game, but you did think that Jake felt some emotional responsibility towards you. 

“Did something happen?” Jake asked. He must’ve seen Darren hovering behind you because he led you out onto the sparsely populated deck and repeated his question. 

“No,” you laughed bitterly. “I’m just an idiot.”

“You’re not an idiot,” he said. “Darren's the idiot.” He moved to touch your cheek but you flinched and he dropped his hand limply at his side. 

“You couldn’t help yourself for twenty minutes,” you mumbled but you knew he heard you. The noise from the bar was muffled to the extent that you might hear a pin drop if you knew it was falling. 

“Twenty minutes?” he repeated.

“Your ego is so fragile, you had to make out with some random just because you got told no?” You folded your arms over your chest. The distance between you had grown enough that it felt as if you were on opposite sides of the deck. 

“I get rejected all the time!” You weren’t sure if you had ever heard Jake raise his voice. Always so cool and collected and gentle, at least with you. 

“But getting rejected by me, that’s too low of a blow…” Tears welled once more and it was everything in your power to keep them at bay. He couldn’t see this, he couldn’t know how much he had hurt you. You still had to work together and there was no universe in which it was acceptable for him to think you weak. So you turned on your heel and left. 

“It's not like you're interested!” You heard him shout but ignored it, tear streaming down your face.

You didn’t interact until Monday at work, when you had to. You and Jake had been trying to get Maverick to pair you up for months and, of course, today was the day he’d finally given in. Fortunately, you were working on positioning drills so the entire team was in the air—you would only had to interact with him for takeoff checks so far which were professional if not stilted and awkward. 

“J, I found the perfect guy for you last night,” Fanboy’s voice crackled through the comms. You pinched yourself to keep from audibly groaning. The day had gone so smoothly thus far; you were certain nobody knew about your tense interchange with Jake and when Nat got home and asked about your intended declaration, you just told her you chickened out.

“I doubt she’s interested,” Payback said, for which you were grateful. You crossed your fingers that that would be the last of it.

“Sorry Fanboy, she already has her eyes set in another direction,” Nat practically sang. What choice did you have but to remain silent? You weren’t sure you were capable of making some quip without all your unresolved emotions bleeding into it.

“Please tell me it’s not that Darren loser again,” Rooster said. 

“It better not fucking be.” Jake sounded bitter. Your heart seized in your chest.

“Focus up.” Maverick ended it which should have been a relief but only left you more frustrated.

You were exhausted by the time you were dismissed. Training felt hours longer than it should’ve and was conducted in silence, Jake’s uncharacteristic anger ringing through all your ears. 

You weren’t sure how you were going to get home as Phoenix shouted a quick “Hangman will drive you” over her shoulder as she walked out with Bob. She didn’t want to wait until after Jake finished talking with Maverick and you both wrapped up your checks and, frankly, neither did you. 

“Done?” You asked squinting up at him as he completed your deplaning checklist, the sun was setting bright in your eyes. It was just you and he now and you wanted to get out of there as quickly as possible. 

“Yeah,” Jake nodded. You took a few steps in the direction of the locker rooms until you were stopped by the sound of his voice. “Just tell me it’s not Darren.”

“It’s not Darren.”

“Really?” He too a few steps closer and you let him. “You’re not just saying that?”

You shook your head. Jake shifted, blocking the sun with his shoulders. You could see his expression and your heart broke at how solemn it was.

He wiped his face with his hands and groaned. “I want to know who he is.”

“No you don’t.”

“I do. I really do.” A metallic clang echoed through the hangar and Jake cringed. “Can we go somewhere more private?” And you followed him into the empty men’s locker room because part of you, beyond what was sensible, yearned to be in his proximity. 

“I-I don’t understand what you want me to tell you.” You underestimated how claustrophobic you would feel amidst all the green lockers, overwhelmed by the warmth radiating off his body and sweet smell of his sweat.

He took in a ragged breath, “I want you to tell me that you want me more. That you think I’m funnier and better looking and-and more than—”

“Fuck, Jake.” You wiped your face with the sleeve of your flight suit. “I kissed you.”

“I know-I know.”

Anger surged through you at how pliable he was. “You kissed some other girl right after! I mean, what the fuck was that?”

“You pushed me away! What was I supposed to— ”

“You were supposed to wait the twenty fucking minutes for me to— ” This had taken so much out of you. You slumped onto the bench and Jake fell to his knees in front of you, desperate. You weren’t going to do this. You were going to shove all this down and gaslight your way to platonic. 

“You win,” he said. “I’m pathetic and jealous and so ridiculously into you that I had to come up with some stupid ploy, involving Douchebag Darren of all people, just to kiss you.” He wasn’t looking at you, but your lap. “And then I got scared—”

“Scared?” It came out like a squeak. 

He met your gaze then. “Because if I lost you, your friendship, your existence in my life over this… I couldn’t live with myself.”

You were leaning forward in your chair, inches from him. “Then why did you—”

“Because I thought— I wanted to downplay it.” His voice was barely above a whisper, “I thought I ruined us.” 

You kissed him and he deepened it. Jake pulled you down into his lap, sinking his teeth into your bottom lip and eliciting your gasp. Your head was swimming, consumed with nothing but him. He kissed down your neck, mumbling sweet nothings in between. “God, we could have been doing this all weekend.”

Your laugh quickly dissolved into a moan as he tugged down your shirt.

“Wait,” he paused, fingers creeping beneath your bra. “Who’s the guy?”

Hongjoong’s eyebrows furrowed and he attempted to blink his tired eyes open, but he wasn’t given any time to process this before he felt something warm and thick probing right up against his rim. His body swallowed the intrusion up easily, effortlessly, and electricity sparked all the way up his spine at the realization as to what was happening.

He turned his face into the pillow and moaned. Loud. Unabashed. His voice was scratchy from sleep, but that didn’t stop him from sounding absolutely wrecked already.

Hands curled around both of his where they were resting on either side of him underneath the pillow. “You’re going to wake the rest of the dorm.” He could hear the smile wrapped around those words, and the statement was punctuated with a smooth roll of the hips behind him, dragging another low sound from his throat.

“Fuck—Seonghwa-ya, oh, my God—jagiya—”

A quiet laugh was pressed into the back of his neck. It melted over him like honey, warm and delicious and absolutely wonderful.

“You’ve been so good for me, yeobo,” Seonghwa hummed. The pace he set was slow and deep, reaching into some of the furthest corners of Hongjoong’s body, and he could already feel his mind and his body turning into mush underneath every single thrust that penetrated him. Seonghwa was always so attentive, so meticulous. He paid very close attention, and he had long since learned exactly how to pull Hongjoong apart, layer by layer until he was reduced to nothing but carnal need and a plethora of helpless pleas.

It was his words. That voice. Truthfully, he could probably turn Hongjoong into melted putty just with the low timbre of his baritone alone.

“Been good?” he managed to breathe out. He wanted to hear it—wanted to feel the praise as it washed over him and seared itself into his mind.

“So, so good.” Seonghwa sounded a little bit breathless, and Hongjoong could feel the increasingly rapid thud of Seonghwa’s heartbeat against his back. A soft pair of lips wandered down between his shoulder blades, trailing a path of open-mouthed kisses as he went. “Your body opened right up for me. I think it knew I needed you.”

“Fuck.” Hongjoong was moaning all over again. “How long…?”

He was dying to know just how Seonghwa had touched him—had used him.

There was a thrust inside of him deep and punishing enough to rip a strangled whimper right out of Hongjoong’s mouth. “Too long.”

And then Seonghwa suddenly stilled.

A frustrated sound escaped Hongjoong’s lips at the vague answer—at the pause in stimulation—and Seonghwa chuckled again. Hongjoong felt the graze of his teeth along his spine, and it was enough to a send a violent shiver rocketing throughout his whole body. His skin felt like it was buzzing with a fire that was simmering just underneath the surface, and Seonghwa’s teasing was only stoking the flames.

“Please—tell me?” Hongjoong would have hated how desperate he sounded if he were in the right state of mind, but right now he really couldn’t bring himself to care.

“Mm, no. That’s just for me.”

Hongjoong rolled his eyes with a huff. Seonghwa loved to be a tease, if only because it drove Hongjoong absolutely crazy.

“Then tell me what brought this on, at least,” Hongjoong offered instead.

“You really want to know?”

Seonghwa’s voice was laced with another smile. Hongjoong could imagine it perfectly—the small upturn of one corner into something warm and teasing, a knowing look sparkling in his round eyes that always led to something much more dangerous and made Hongjoong’s stomach flip with anticipation.

“Yes—please—” His plea was torn from his throat when Seonghwa retracted his hips and then thrust himself immediately forward, sharp and unforgiving and so fucking good.

Seonghwa hummed as if considering—coquettish, cruel—and he released one of Hongjoong’s hands to instead run his fingers through Hongjoong’s hair. “I had a dream about you.”

Hongjoong’s heart skipped a beat as his curiosity flared. “A dream?”

“Mhm.” Seonghwa’s lips moved up, trailing up the back of his neck and then straying toward his ear, where his voice dipped into something just above a whisper. “We were backstage at a show. And you… you just couldn’t wait. You needed me.” He took Hongjoong’s ear between his teeth, lightly nibbling on his earlobe. “Felt so good that I woke up and decided to return the favor.”

“Fuck—please, jagiya, please—”

The words tumbled from his mouth into the pillow in one quick breath of air. He was feeling a bit on edge, a bit unhinged from the teasing, knowing that Seonghwa was filling him up but not actually doing anything about it. He found himself leaning backward into the presence behind him, trying to garner something—anything that he could.

Seonghwa shushed him again, quiet and tantalizing and infuriatingly patient, which only made it worse. So much worse.

“Seonghwa-ya, I swear to God…”

“What?” Another series of kisses back down the side of his neck. “What will you do?”

Hongjoong arched into the touch and muttered breathlessly, “I’ll kick you out.”

Seonghwa tightened his grip in Hongjoong’s hair, just enough to guide his head to the side and pull a sigh from his lips underneath the gratifying pull along his scalp. “No, you won’t.”

The softest of kisses was placed directly on the corner of Hongjoong’s mouth, and Hongjoong swallowed down the petulant whine that nearly made its way up his throat.

“Fucking hell,” he said instead. “You wake me up with your cock up my ass just to tease me?”

“Pretty much.”

Seonghwa was smirking at him. Hongjoong couldn’t see it, but he could feel that smile all the way down into his bones.

“Awful,” he mumbled through a sigh. “Terrible. Actually the worst.”

All at once, Seonghwa rolled his hips, pulling them back and then snapping them forward without warning; the angle of this one was just right—so right that a ragged moan was yanked from Hongjoong’s jaws without his permission and echoed off the walls of the bedroom.

So much for not waking everyone else up.

Seonghwa offered another roll of his hips and then another, nuzzling into the crook of Hongjoong’s neck. “Still the worst?”

Hongjoong suddenly found it hard to think past the fire ripping through his abdomen with every continued thrust behind him, and he squeezed the hand still enwrapped with Seonghwa’s so tightly that it was starting to hurt. “The absolute worst—ohhh, fuck—”

“You’re going to break my hand, Joong-ah.”

“S-sorry, Jesus, fuck—”

Seonghwa’s pace quickened just enough for the flames in Hongjoong’s body to erupt into a molten wildfire, and he completely folded underneath the sensation. A series of high-pitched ‘ah, ah, ah’s dripped from his mouth unbidden, punctuated with the slap of skin meeting skin behind him, and he scrabbled desperately at the sheets with his free hand underneath the insurmountable pressure building inside his body. He began meeting every thrust with his own small hitch of his pelvis, adding some delicious friction along the length of his cock trapped underneath his body, and he pressed a particularly shrill whimper into his pillow at the lightning that mercilessly zapped through him.

“Gonna cum already, yeobo?”

Hongjoong couldn’t find the willpower to answer him at first. The electric sensation jolting up his body was just too good, too much, everywhere. He felt caged in underneath the overheated body overtop of him, and yet he wouldn’t have it any other way.

Truly, he could get used to be woken up like this, with Seonghwa’s teasing and all.

“Can’t help it,” he finally managed to say. “So fucking good—”

His mouth dropped open around another helpless moan.

“It’s good for me, too,” Seonghwa hummed. Hongjoong could hear his hushed panting right beside his ear. “You always feel so good, Joong-ah.”

The words molded over him, soft and tender and perfect, accentuated by the warm press of Seonghwa’s lips along his jawline. Seonghwa released his hold on Hongjoong’s hair to instead wander down the curve of Hongjoong’s body, eventually curling underneath the point of his hip, where he subtly pulled Hongjoong further into him with every thrust.

It was then that Seonghwa released a soft, barely-there whine into the skin just behind Hongjoong’s ear.

Hongjoong’s whole body felt like it exploded into flames.

“Fuck—Seonghwa—”

“Hongjoong…”

God, Seonghwa sounded breathy, so affected, so wanting—and Hongjoong was the one making him sound like that.

He suddenly felt so desired—like the most desirable person in the world.

He couldn’t take it anymore.

His body capitulated. He groaned loudly as his body convulsed, sudden and almost violent as several tremors wracked through him, and he felt the sticky warmth of his release as it spread underneath his stomach. Every slide of Seonghwa’s cock inside of him seemed to push the sensation further and further throughout his body, pleasure seeping into every corner of his abdomen.

It didn’t take much longer for Seonghwa’s body to follow suit.

“Oh—fuck, Joong-ah—”

Even after the aftershocks had faded—even once everything had turned sharp with overstimulation—Hongjoong let himself be used as Seonghwa chased his climax. This was perhaps one of his favorite parts—finally getting to see Seonghwa’s perfect control slip, how his breathing would grow heavy and ragged, the way his movements would become even more assertive and demanding.

And the way he would moan—fuck, he always sounded so pretty when he moaned. Hongjoong would never, ever get enough of hearing it.

“Just like that, so good to me, so perfect—”

Hongjoong felt the moment that Seonghwa finally let himself collapse, the snap of his hips faltering just enough to give away how close he was, his grip around Hongjoong’s waist tightening to the point of pain, and then his mouth dropped open around one of the most devastating sounds Hongjoong had ever had the delight of hearing.

It was worth it. Every single moment of torturous teasing was worth it just for that sound.

Hongjoong could feel the warmth filling his insides as Seonghwa tipped over the edge. His pace slowed but didn’t stop, pulling himself through the waves as they crashed through him, and he released Hongjoong’s hand only to run his fingers down the length of his arm and then back up again.

The touch felt so affectionate and tender that Hongjoong’s chest constricted with an all-consuming warmth.

And then Seonghwa finally came to a stop, and the whole world slowed to a standstill.

There was a long moment of quiet filled only with the hushed exchange of heavy breathing and their intermingled heartbeats, then Seonghwa leaned forward and captured what he could of Hongjoong’s lips with his own.

“I love you, Hongjoong-ah.”

Hongjoong’s heart swelled nearly to bursting, and he swallowed down the sudden thickness he felt in his throat.

“I love you, too, Seonghwa-ya.” He tilted his head a bit further back to make eye contact with Seonghwa for the first time that morning. He looked about as disheveled as Hongjoong felt, his hair wild from sleep and his eyes still a bit tired, but he had this unbearably fond smile on his face and this wonderful flush in his cheeks that gave away just how affected he was by what they’d just shared.

He looked beautiful like this.

Hongjoong hummed, and then added with a challenging twitch of his eyebrow, “Even though you’re a fucking tease.”

Seonghwa rolled his eyes, his smile widening on both sides. “Stop complaining. You like it when I tease you.”

“No, I don’t.”

“The cum I will find under your stomach would suggest otherwise.”

Hongjoong tried to fight his own smile, but he most certainly failed. His words lacked any bite when he snarked in English, “Fuck you.”

Seonghwa scrunched his nose in a cute, little pout, and then he leaned forward again to press another kiss to Hongjoong’s lips. “You’d like that, wouldn’t you?” When he pulled away, the most delightful little smirk danced across his lips.

Hongjoong huffed and let his head fall back onto his pillow, refusing to grimace at the sudden loss of fullness when Seonghwa pulled out of him. He wouldn’t give Seonghwa the satisfaction of responding to that comment.

Seonghwa planted a kiss along Hongjoong’s spine as he retreated, then another halfway down his back, and then one more just above the swell of his ass before sitting upright. “Let’s go. We’re probably already running late.”

Hongjoong made a loud sound of protest. His limbs felt tired and loose in the most wonderful way, and all he wanted to do was simply fall back to sleep with Seonghwa’s warm body curled all around him.

There was a sharp swat across Hongjoong’s ass that made him look back up with an indignant furrow to his brow. Whatever Seonghwa saw on his face made him laugh, and then Seonghwa said with a gesture of his chin toward the bathroom door, “Come on, yeobo.”

When Hongjoong didn’t budge, Seonghwa clicked his tongue and added with a coy smile, “If you hurry, you can join me in the shower.”

He didn’t wait for Hongjoong’s response to that, already standing and making his way toward the door, likely because he already knew what his response would be.

Hongjoong sighed dramatically, but the temptation was enough to finally get him to roll over and rise from the bed. The two of them were probably in for a long day full of teasing from the others given how noisy they had been, but he didn’t let himself dwell on it; for now, he would simply enjoy a bit more time just with Seonghwa.

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