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Hao wasn’t quite sure what to expect when he returned to the dorm.

The drive over had been filled with awkward tension between him and his manager. After the first night the entire trip was filled with quiet side eyes and disappointed head shakes. Almost as if he couldn’t believe Hao would willingly cheat on Hanbin. He’s been muttering snide comments under his breath. No doubt waiting to see just how Hanbin handles the situation.

But really there was no situation to handle.

Backing out had been the last thing Hao expected to do. He had Soobin right there underneath him. Hao had his lips on his, his ass grinding on top of Soobin's dick like it was the only thing that mattered. Yet he couldn't go through with it. He only wanted Hanbin. Deep down he knew Soobin wouldn’t compare. Somehow he knew no one ever would.

Climbing the stairs Hao checks his phone one last time. A text from Gyuvin pops up just as Hao reaches the front door.

G: out for the week
G: have fun
G: but not too much fun

Everything was coming together. He planned this perfectly. Operation make Hanbin jealous had been a success. Sure he purposely left out the fact that he and Soobin hadn’t done anything in the end, but he would apologize for that later.

Entering the dorm, Hao isn’t surprised to find Hanbin by the stove, the smell of something delicious wafting through the air. The smile he reserved for Hao is plastered on his face when he notices Hao’s arrival, squeezing Hao in a hug and going in for a kiss.

Call Hao greedy but one kiss simply isn’t enough especially after being away from Hanbin for so long. Hao tries to deepen it, pushing forward at the same time Hanbin pulls back.

“You must have had a long trip,” is what Hanbin says, reaching for Hao’s abandoned suitcase. He lifts the handle, rolling it further inside the dorm. “How about you shower and unpack first. Then you can tell me all about your trip.”

Frowning, Hao reluctantly agrees. Tossing his clothes into the washing machine and heading into the shower. Usually the warm water feels refreshing. Only right now standing alone in the shower stall Hao can’t help but feel like something is going horribly wrong with his plan.

When he’s dressed and his hair is blow dried he returns to the kitchen where Hanbin is stirring at a pot mindlessly. Hao takes a seat at their small dining table, watching Hanbin as he goes through the motions, adding ingredients here and there and tasting, making a pleased sound when it tasted the way he expected it to.

Turning around, Hanbin moves to grab a new spoon he notices back sitting there and jumps pressing a hand against his chest.

“You startled me,” Hanbin says, laughing nervously.

Hao doesn’t understand it. Hanbin should be fuming. He should be tense. He shouldn’t be able to even look at Hao right now.

Instead Hanbin grabs what he was searching for, spooning some sort of paste into the pot.

“So tell me, how was the trip?”

Eyeing Hanbin’s movements, Hao chooses his words carefully.

“It was fun,” Hao answers. “I barely left my hotel room.”

“Oh,” Hanbin responds, he’s still stirring, he doesn’t even turn around. “Is that so?”

If anything his response confuses Hao even more. This isn’t Hanbin at all. At least not the Hanbin that Hao was expecting to come home too.

“What’s up with you?” Hao asks suspiciously when Hanbin finally turns around. He has a spoonful of whatever it is he’s making, approaching Hao expectantly holding it out.

“Taste.”

Hao opens his mouth letting the spoon slip inside. It tastes amazing. He knew it would, Hanbin made it after all.

“Hanbin,” Hao says after he swallows. “You’re acting…weird.”

“Weird how?”

Hao looks around, flustered by Hanbin’s nonchalance. “I don’t know. I was expecting something, you know, different from what we’re doing right now.”

“What were you expecting?” Hanbin asks.

He’s messing with him. Hanbin smiles mischievously, watching in amusement as Hao’s plan crumbles in front of his eyes.

“I was expecting mind blowing sex not taste testing dinner,” Hao’s confusion quickly turns to rage when Hanbin huffs out a nervous laugh.

“I figured you had enough of that,” Hanbin tells him, he heads back to the stove, dropping the spoon on the pot cover and leaning against the counter. “You know since you spent all that time with Soobin in your hotel room. You said it yourself you barely even left. You must be tired from all that.”

Hao can’t believe this. He can’t believe Hanbin. Not his reaction or the words coming out of Hanbin’s pouty lips.

“We didn’t even…” Hao bites his tongue. Hanbin’s eyebrows raise, a move so attractive Hao has to remind himself the Hanbin in front of him clearly has no intention of fucking him tonight.

“How about I tell you how my days spent away from you went,” Hanbin says when Hao frowns deeply.

“To start, I didn’t think you would try to fuck him on the first night.” Hao freezes. “Actually I was so sure you wouldn’t, I went to sleep thinking he wouldn’t, not tonight at least. So imagine my surprise when I got a panicked call from our manager saying you might have gotten him off in some restaurant.” Hao winces. “Which you didn’t tell me about by the way.”

Hanbin chooses his words carefully. Each one is like an arrow to Hao’s heart despite the lighthearted way Hanbin is saying them. Hao doesn’t dare to respond, something tells him Hanbin is just getting started.

“I guess I should be thankful you did call me, you know, after you got back to the hotel and were already doing god knows what to him. I did wonder what you were doing to make him moan like that.”

He did do that. Guilt-ridden, Hao looks down, unable to meet Hanbin’s piercing gaze.

“But it was late and I figured, I should just think about it in the morning. No need to get upset now.”

Hao exhales. So he isn’t too upset after all.

“But then, after your failed attempt to sleep with him, he calls me three hours later apologizing because he didn’t want this to affect our friendship.”

Hao does not like the tone Hanbin is getting in his voice. It’s starting to sound anything but calm. Like Hanbin is trying his best not to feel exactly what he felt in that moment but bringing it back up only makes him relive it.

“Of course I forgave him. It wasn’t his fault. And I actually felt bad for getting upset about it.”

So…he isn’t mad?

“But just when I thought this was all over, the next day his manager called me wanting to get ahead of any tension this might cause between our two groups.”

At this point who didn’t call Hanbin? More importantly, why do so many people have Hanbin’s number?

“I guess I should be grateful we have so many people who care so much about our relationship. And I don’t blame him for falling prey to your advances.”

Hanbin pauses, Hao glances up, finally daring to meet Hanbin’s eyes. When he does Hanbin is looking at him with such understanding Hao feels more than just bad. He regrets everything.

“So I figured we should just get this out of the way.”

It takes a second for Hao to process Hanbin’s words. Get what out of the way? The conversation. Him forgiving for being a horrible boyfriend.

“I was talking with Yeonjun about the whole thing yesterday actually. Soobin ran home and confessed everything.”

Of course he did. Hao might not have understood Soobin and Yeonjun's relationship but he was under the impression that Yeonjun was the one in charge over there.

“And I figured Yeonjun should just be my celebrity choice.”

Hao’s heart drops. Forget whatever plan he had before he couldn’t believe Hanbin would…why would he ever?

“What are you saying?”

“We go on tour in a few days and Yeonjun leaves with his group for a schedule the day after tomorrow so,” Hanbin shrugs “the opportunity has presented itself. I want Yeonjun to be my person.”

Nothing about what Hanbin is saying processes well in Hao’s brain.

Opportunity presents itself.

My person.

As Hanbin spoons the soup into two bowls Hao feels sick. He lost his appetite. There’s no way he can stomach anything after what Hanbin just said to him.

“What do you think?” Hanbin asks, placing the bowls down on the counter. He doesn’t bring it over to Hao, not yet, keeping his distance as he lets Hao think over his proposition.

“I…” Hao stutters, his heart breaking in two at the idea of Hanbin sleeping with anyone other than him. “If you…” he can’t even say it. His eyes well up with tears so fast that he can’t blink them away.

All he can manage is a weak: “Are you sure?” To which Hanbin’s smile drops instantly.

“Hao?”

“If you want to…” Hao says next but he’s already sniffling. He hates when he gets this way. His own jealousy isn’t rough and aggressive like Hanbin’s but heart wrenching sadness. He’s always been like this, quick to tears when his emotions become too much. He found out shortly after dating Hanbin that his reaction to Hanbin only doubled.

The horrific play-by-play of Yeonjun and Hanbin shacked up in one of their dorms. Hanbin holding Yeonjun the way he would him, it only makes it worse.

“Hao I didn’t mean it,” Hanbin says, kneeling in front of him. “You know I didn’t, just like I knew you wouldn’t have done anything with Soobin even though I said okay.”

Wiping away his free falling tears Hao looks at Hanbin’s face.

“You knew?”

Hanbin nods his thumb brushing away Hao’s stray tears. He tilts his head up, capturing Hao’s lips in a tender kiss. It tastes like Hao’s tears and the soup Hanbin had been making. It only makes Hao cry harder. He can’t believe he asked this of Hanbin and he can’t even handle the idea himself.

“I’m sorry,” Hao says meekly. “I shouldn’t have asked for it in the first place.”

Hanbin kisses him again languidly, pouring all the love he has into it. It really isn’t the time for Hao to feel the familiar heat stirring inside of him.

Tears drying as he cups Hanbin’s face in his hands finally deepening the kiss the way he’s wanted too since he arrived.

“You won’t do it with Yeonjun, right?”

Hanbin laughs, pecking his lips before answering. “I won’t, I just said it to get back at you.” Then his face drops. “I’m sorry too.”

They meet halfway again, unable to let the other go. Both are still trapped in their minds.

“Since we’re both sorry,” Hao starts, he slips off the chair, still kissing Hanbin as he pushes him back maneuvering him until his back is on the ground. He presses his hand on the ground letting Hanbin’s head fall on it carefully, sucking Hanbin’s bottom lip and releasing it with a wet pop.

“I thought you were sad,” Hanbin groans when Hao settles on his lap, sitting directly on his dick and rolling his hips gently. It’s far different from the way he had been pressing against Soobin, but this is Hanbin and Hao knows Hanbin.

Hao whines, lips surging against Hanbin’s as their kiss grows in intensity. “I’m not sad anymore,” Hao confesses, gasping when Hanbin slides his hands down Hao’s body, finding his waist and pulling him down as he grinds up against him.

“Can we just skip to the make-up part of this?” Hao requests. They’ve already started. If the way Hanbin is rubbing against him is anything to go by.

“Here?” Hanbin asks, inhaling sharply, when Hao’s lips find his neck, sucking lightly, careful not to leave any marks. The kitchen floor is far from the ideal location to beg for forgiveness but Hao doesn’t want to leave Hanbin for a second.

“Right here,” Hao confirms.

Hao lets Hanbin flip their position, undressing him quickly and tossing his clothes wherever he sees fit.

Hao hisses when his warm skin touches the cool wood under him. Moaning in relief when Hanbin crawls on top of him replacing the cold with his own warmth. Wrapping his arms around Hanbin’s neck Hao let Hanbin do as he pleases, kissing his skin slowly as if he were memorizing the feeling of his lips on him.

“I wanted you the whole time,” Hao tells him when Hanbin caresses his skin, his warm hands feeling Hao’s soft thighs, making him shiver.

“I want you all the time,” Hanbin confesses, sealing his words with a kiss that makes Hao want to cry all over again.

Hao likes this, the feeling of Hanbin on top of him just kissing mindlessly, unhurried as they just enjoy each other.

He also likes the feeling of Hanbin inside of him which sheds light on a new issue.

“Wait, how are we going to do this? We don’t have lube.”

“Ah,” Hanbin says, looking around. Usually they have some lying around somewhere. But the closest location he can think of is by the couch which, craning his neck back, looks farther than he’s willing to go right now.

Taking in their current position, Hanbin considers, “It would be more comfortable for you if we moved.”

It would be. But Hao wants Hanbin as quickly as possible. He also knows Hanbin isn’t going to do this if he thinks Hao is going to complain about it tomorrow.

So couch it is.

Getting up Hanbin pulls Hao to stand, moving quickly as Hao situates himself on the couch letting Hanbin slide between his legs. Reaching under the couch Hanbin retrieves the item they’re looking for, laughing when he sighs in relief when he notices the bottle is still full.

“Blankets,” Hanbin instructs, making enough room for them to tug one of their blankets underneath him. “Gyuvin is going to kill us if we get this couch dirty,” Hanbin reminds him.

“You would think he bought it,” Hao sighs when he feels Hanbin move closer to him, coating his fingers in lube and grazing his finger along Hao’s rim. The act has Hao’s eyes closing, heart hammering in his chest with anticipation.

When Hanbin slides his first finger in, Hao reaches for the first thing he can find, fingers flexing against the couch cushions as Hanbin pushes his finger all the way in nudging against his sweet spot and immediately reminding him that this is exactly why Hao is so attached.

“Don’t look so smug,” Hao stutters when Hanbin bites back his smile, fingers massaging inside of him and eliciting tiny whimpers from Hao who shoves his hips down, eager to have Hanbin’s fingers filling him up.

The second finger slips in and then the third. By then Hanbin found his groove, fingers fucking inside of him loud and fast. Clenching around Hanbin’s fingers, Hao's mouth parts moaning desperately as Hanbin works him to completion.

Hao shakes as his orgasm quickly approaches. He doesn’t want to come like this. Not with Hanbin still fingering him. But he doesn’t have a choice. Not when Hanbin is staring at him with such intensity, fingers shoving inside of him with such precision.

It’s that very look that tells Hao he’s closer than he thinks. Hanbin bites his lip, curling his fingers inside of him and shoving them so deep Hao feels the stimulation tingling through his body.

“Hanbin,” Hao sobs, feeling the wet splatter of his come on his abdomen. Hanbin works him to completion, fingers prolonging the feeling as tremors wrack through Hao’s oversensitive body.

He whimpers when Hanbin slips his fingers out clenching and unclenching around absolutely nothing. He’s exhausted from just this, Hanbin knowing just how to touch him, just how to tire him out without even needing to fuck him.

Hao lets out a deep breath calming himself just as he feels Hanbin’s wet dick press against him.

“Wait, but I just came,” Hao whines when Hanbin slides the thick head of his cock along his rim. He doesn’t push in teasing the fluttering hole. Despite his words Hao inches towards him, the feeling of Hanbin hard and leaking rekindles Hao’s desperation.

Hanbin pressed in just enough for the head to slip in and Hao gives.

“Do it,” Hao says, “I want you in me.”

It’s too soon. They both know if Hanbin does it now Hao won’t be able to handle the extreme pleasure of his first orgasm and the feeling of his second one approaching far too soon.

Yet neither of them seem to care when Hanbin sinks in him, hips rolling into Hao with a dirty thrust that has Hao arching into it, gasping for air when Hanbin’s skilled hips drive into him, grinding flush against him.

“Yes,” Hao moans when Hanbin does it again. The smooth rhythm of Hanbin’s practiced thrusts send sparks shooting through Hao. “Closer.”

Wrapping his arms around Hanbin’s neck Hao pulls him where he wants him. He needs to feel him everywhere. Desperately craving every gutteral moan and shaky breath that Hanbin lets out.

There isn’t anything Hao needs to ask for. Tightening his legs behind Hanbin’s back Hao feels him shift, bracing himself against the couch and driving into Hao so hard he bounces in his hold. The couch shifts, inching forward as Hanbin pounds into him.

It isn’t the rough jealousy fuck Hao had expected. It’s better. Hanbin’s dick grinding inside of him hitting his prostate with every single move.

Lifting his hips slightly, Hanbin sinks into him. In an odd moment of clarity, the moment when Hao’s head rolls back against the couch cushion feeling the motion of Hanbin inside of him, Hao thinks: he fucks similar to how he dances.

His movements are effortless. Perhaps it’s the amount of times they’ve done this or simply Hanbin’s ability to magnify the feelings of ecstasy spreading through Hao with each thrust.

“It’s so good,” Hao stutters, sobbing as his eyes roll back, “oh fuck, Hanbin, oh fuck.”

The string of curses he lets out leave even Hanbin shocked, the surprised laugh that hits his ear as Hanbin groans-

“Yeah, I know. I know exactly what you like.”

Hao can give him that one. He’s earned that kind of confidence with each powerful thrust, hitting his sweet spot every time. Hao still doesn’t know how he does it. Clutching Hanbin for dear life, the rough moan Hao lets out conveys it all. Hanbin really is the only one for him.

“I’m gonna come,” Hao whines, clenching down on Hanbin’s dick. “Shit…Hanbin…” he moans as Hanbin looks up, face flushed red and sweaty.

“Come,” Hanbin tells him reassuringly. “I want you too, you look so pretty when you do.”

He holds him tighter, the wet sound of Hanbin fucking into him faster, head buried into Hao’s neck as if he never wants to let him go. It’s enough to have tears rolling down his face for the second time that night, trembling as he comes and clutching Hanbin just as tightly.

Hanbin doesn’t stop, gliding in and out of Hao with minimal resistance. Hao feels him throbbing inside of him, so close to coming. Then it happens, Hanbin clutches Hao’s thigh, holding it tight against his hip as he slides in and out of him, murmuring incoherently. Hanbin always looks beautiful when he comes, eyes squeezed shut and mouth parted as he fills Hao just the way he likes.

Then he opens his eyes and kisses Hao sweetly like he does every time and Hao is forced to try everything in his power not to cry all over again.

“I love you, you know that right?”

Hao nods, kissing Hanbin back just as carefully.

“I love you more, if you couldn’t tell.”

Hanbin laughs softly, kissing him one last time.

“Impossible.”

Combing his fingers through Hanbin’s damp hair Hao just had to make sure.

“So we aren’t doing this ever again, correct?”

The look Hanbin gives him is one Hao has deemed Hanbin’s psycho eyes. A hard stare with so much emotion behind it Hao holds his breath.

“Don’t even think about it.”

Hao’s breath hitches.

There he is.

*~*~*

Entering the living room Hao nearly runs smack into Gyuvin. He’s standing there looking at the living room, eyes shifting from the couch to the coffee table and then to the rug.

“Is there something different here?”

Glancing around their living area Hao shrugs. It looks the same to him. Nothing has moved as far as he’s concerned.

Hanbin exits his own room, nearly running into Hao. His hands shooting out to stop himself from crashing into Hao’s back.

“What’s going on?”

“Gyuvin says there’s something different about the living room,” Hao tells him, pointing to where Gyuvin has now moved, standing between their coffee table and the couch.

“No, there is something different.”

He walks around the coffee table in circles before turning to the couch suspiciously.

“Did you two move the couch?”

Hao’s heart drops.

Did they?

“No,” Hanbin says immediately. He sounds sure. Sure enough that Gyuvin, for a moment, second guesses his own words.

Then Gyuvin walks to the side of the couch sitting on the armrest and stretching out his legs before standing.

“You did move it!”

“How can you tell from just sitting?” Hanbin exclaims. “It’s fine, it’s exactly where it was when you left.”

Gyuvin shakes his eyes, eyeballing them suspiciously. Before his face pinches in disbelief.

“The couch?!” It isn’t a question. He’s sure of it now. “Oh god we need a new couch.”

“Nothing got on it,” Hanbin insists. It only makes the situation worse as Gyuvin eyes the furniture wearily. He moves past them both sitting on one of the dining chairs before jumping out of his seat pointing at it accusingly.

“You two didn’t defile the chairs too, did you?”

Hanbin covers his face with his hand. “No, just the couch.”

Gyuvin shudders in disgust. Opting for the location he deems the only safe place in the dorm, his room.

“With the way he’s acting you would think he doesn’t have a boyfriend of his own,” Hanbin says, shaking his head and heading to the fridge.

Later that night when Hao lies in his bed he opens his chat with Ricky.

Haohao: didn’t you and Gyuvin fuck on our couch???

Rickyyy: I’m not allowed to tell you the amount of things we’ve done on that couch…

He knew it.

That little hypocrite.