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The first time Wonwoo heard Lee Chan’s name being uttered by his friends was after his midterms.
It was a typical Saturday night, a little cold if not a bit gray. Wonwoo and his friends were cramped in Jihoon’s living room, having a drink for various reasons including but not limited to them flunking some of their exams.
Wonwoo ran his thumb across his sweating beer bottle before taking a swig. Failing an exam wasn’t a new concept to him, or to any of them, really. Though Wonwoo put an effort into studying and understanding all those ridiculous concepts and yeah, knowing that he failed instead was more than infuriating.
Seokmin barked a laugh at something Junhui said. As usual, the two were huddled on the poor metal bench right beside the window, probably talking about some random shit that would have embarrassed all of them if they were in public.
It was a relatively peaceful night. At least, it was until Seokmin suddenly said, “Lee Chan.”
Wonwoo froze, his beer halfway to his lips while Junhui tried not to die because his drink went into the wrong pipe.
The name seemed to also have caught the attention of Soonyoung and Jeonghan because now, their eyes were all on Seokmin, who just grinned and shrugged.
Finally, Junhui caught his breath and gave Seokmin the most incredulous look Wonwoo had ever seen. “Really? He’s your can’t have? Lee Chan is your number one can’t have?”
Seokmin shrugged once again before taking a sip from his cup. “What? Don’t judge. I can feel you judging.”
Junhui raised his hands. “Not judging, man. I just thought you’d say, I don’t know, a celebrity?”
“I mean, I’m pretty sure Lee Chan is like a celebrity at this point,” Seokmin pointed out.
Jeonghan seemed to think as well as he hummed in agreement.
Despite only being a freshman, everyone knew Lee Chan. Or at least, everyone knew what Lee Chan did, particularly on Saturday nights when drinking and partying were booming on the campus. Although most of those things were hearsay, Wonwoo wasn’t sure whether he’d be repulsed or impressed by the things he had heard.
Jihoon finally came back from the kitchen with a fresh batch of cheap ready-made pizza. He settled it on the table, and Seokmin and Junhui immediately grabbed their slices, not caring if they burned their fingers. Jihoon watched the two incredulously as he sat down next to Jeonghan before asking, “Did just someone say, Lee Chan? Why? What’s with him?”
“He’s Seokmin’s number one can’t have,” Jeonghan supplied.
“Can’t have?” Jihoon asked, his eyebrows raising.
“Apparently, it’s the person that you want but, you know, can’t have,” Soonyoung said, finally breaking his silence this evening. Wonwoo didn’t miss the amusement in his best friend’s eyes.
“Huh,” Jihoon huffed, leaning against Jeonghan’s side. There was a curious look in his eyes as he took a sip of his beer. “Chan’s your can’t have?”
Seokmin, whose pizza was halfway into his mouth, gave a dramatic sigh. “Yeah, yeah. Lee Chan is my can’t have. What about it, people?”
Wonwoo snorted, catching everyone’s attention. “Didn’t know rich party boys are your type, Seokmin.”
“Can you blame me?” Seokmin said through a mouthful of pizza, which was fairly disgusting as some bits and pieces flew. “Have any one of you seen him?”
As Wonwoo expected, the question was met with silence. Honestly, if Wonwoo hadn't seen Chan’s name on the top of the bulletin board of the dean’s list last semester, he would’ve thought that the guy was an urban legend. Hell, Wonwoo had never even caught a glimpse of the guy and Wonwoo practically shuffled between a lot of buildings due to his shitty schedule.
Junhui cleared his throat. “Well, I think I’ve seen him in the field once. Short guy, soft-looking hair, wearing a blazer and sunglasses. He’s friends with my captain.”
“Yep. That’s him,” said Seokmin. “You know that art course that I had to delay? He’s in that class with me and oh boy, let me tell you, he’s got a real pretty face. And Jesus, his ass looks fucking amazing in those skinny jeans.”
There was a collective groan from the group while Jihoon choked.
Though that didn’t stop Seokmin from continuing. “What? C’mon, Jun, you’ve seen him. You’ve seen his ass, right?”
Junhui hummed, nodding thoughtfully. “He does have an amazing ass.”
Jihoon slammed his beer on the table, startling almost everyone. He put up a finger and said, “Okay, that’s enough. I don’t want to hear you guys talk about my cousin’s ass ever again.”
Wonwoo frowned. Yeah, Jihoon may be a Lee and all that but he never knew Jihoon was related to The Lee’s. Apparently, none of them did because even Jeonghan was looking at Jihoon with a slight crease on his forehead.
Junhui sat up straight and then leaned forward. “Do you mean to tell us that we’ve been friends with a millionaire all this time?”
“Seriously, Junhui?” Jihoon rolled his eyes. “And no, all the money came from Chan’s mother. Unfortunately, that still makes me as broke as the lot of you so no, Jun, you can’t ask me for gas money.”
“Dammit,” Junhui muttered.
“Huh,” said Jeonghan. “Any more things that we should know?”
Jihoon gave him a sweet smile. “Nope. That’s it, really.”
Seokmin perked up and raised a hand. “Jihoon, can you introduce me to your cousin?”
Jihoon’s face twisted in a scowl and pointed a finger at him. “Your nasty ass better stay away from my cousin.”
“Fine. Whatever,” Seokmin muttered grumpily.
Wonwoo could only sigh as they resumed their conversation about can’t have’s, this time being Jeonghan’s turn. Well, this was an interesting night.
The first time Wonwoo met Lee Chan was at a dingy bar right outside the campus. Though calling it a meeting would be quite a stretch because Wonwoo only saw the guy and he was a good ten or so feet away from him.
Wonwoo had plans for tonight, which didn’t include wasting his time in a cheap bar with god-awful drinks, but his friends were really insistent and Wonwoo ended up agreeing. Not that he was easily bowed to pressure, his friends could be just really annoying. He didn’t want Seokmin and Junhui knocking on his door for hours so he could just go (it already happened twice before).
So that was how Wonwoo found himself walking into the bar, watching his best friend flirt with someone on the counter.
Soonyoung’s sexuality was not a topic that was always open on the table even though Soonyoung had always hinted about going both ways. Still, it was a little bit jarring to Wonwoo to see his best friend send that charming smile of his—the one he always boasted about working on women—to a man.
The said man was leaning on his elbow, a little bit flushed on the neck. He was donning a blazer, which shouldn’t really feel comfortable in the heat and humidity of the place. The man was also wearing sunglasses in a fucking bar, in the middle of the night, like some kind of weirdo. He was high, perhaps? Wonwoo couldn’t help but raise an eyebrow at the strange outfit.
Then Wonwoo halted. He only knew one person who went with that getup.
Back at the counter, Lee Chan said something, making Soonyoung laugh. And Wonwoo could only watch as Lee Chan gave his best friend a quick peck on the cheek before sauntering off into the crowd.
“Shit,” Wonwoo said as he took a seat beside Soonyoung. “That was Lee Chan, wasn’t it?”
Soonyoung perked up and clapped a hand on his shoulder. “Yep.”
“You were flirting with Lee Chan,” Wonwoo said slowly.
“Yep again.”
Wonwoo opened his mouth and then closed it. The shitty music in the bar was resonating with his heartbeat. “Why the hell were you flirting with Lee Chan? Didn’t Jihoon threaten everyone to stay away from his cousin?”
Soonyoung sighed as if he knew this was coming. “First of all, Jihoon told that explicitly to Seokmin. Not everyone. Second, Chan approached me first. Gave me his number.”
And there it was, between Soonyoung’s fingers, a piece of paper containing a messy scrawl of numbers. Wonwoo’s eyes narrowed. “I can’t believe this shit.”
“Yeah, me neither,” Soonyoung said, pocketing the paper. Wonwoo took this time to order himself a drink. “Seokmin was right, you know. Chan is really pretty.”
With a sigh, Wonwoo downed his drink. “He was wearing sunglasses, Soon. You didn’t really see his face.”
“He doesn’t really need to remove those sunglasses for me to tell that he’s pretty.”
“Right.” Wonwoo eyed Soonyoung’s pocket which held the piece of paper. “You gonna call him?”
Soonyoung shrugged. “Probably not. I mean, I doubt he’d even remember giving it to me. It’s gonna be a shame though. He really has a pretty face.”
“Jesus Christ,” said Wonwoo with a groan, his face twisting in distaste. “No more talking about Chan’s pretty face or whatever. I think I’m gonna puke if you mention it one more time.”
Soonyoung, the little shit, only laughed at him.
Wonwoo ordered another drink, planning to nurse it this time. “Where are the others anyway?”
“I’m sure Jeonghan and Jihoon are kicking Jun and Seokmin’s asses at the pool,” Soonyoung answered over his drink. “Wanna beat them?”
That was the only invitation Wonwoo needed. With a grin, the two of them went to find their friends.
The first time Wonwoo saw Lee Chan’s face was at his apartment.
Wonwoo’s day wasn’t going well. He woke up later than usual and he had a scheduled quiz in his first class, prompting him to run as if his life depended on it. Failing the said quiz by one point didn’t really help to make his day better which caused him to invite Junhui and Jeonghan for a coffee.
Though as the patterns suggested, that one didn’t turn out well either.
Because for some goddamn reason, somebody who had a cup of iced coffee in their hand didn’t look at the path they were walking into and stumbled right into Wonwoo as he was just entering the shop. Well, Wonwoo did get coffee. It was just seeping into his favorite white shirt.
So there Wonwoo was, storming across the campus in his white shirt with a comical brown stain in the middle that somehow was in the shape of Barney according to Junhui. Wonwoo refused to look at it for fear that he would have to agree with his friend.
As Wonwoo opened the door to his apartment, a loud moan erupted from the room. Wonwoo stopped dead in his tracks, his eyes widening at the view before him.
In retrospect, there was nothing that could prepare him for this.
There was an unspoken rule in the apartment that there would be no sexual activities in the common area. Soonyoung—his oh-so-truthful best friend, slash, roommate—heavily implied the said rule. And again, Soonyoung did say that he wasn’t going to call Lee Chan.
Of course, Wonwoo believed him. After all, it has been weeks since that night at the bar and Soonyoung never brought up the topic of Lee Chan ever again.
But then maybe Soonyoung just never brought the topic up to Wonwoo.
Because here Lee Chan was, getting fucked in their living room. If it weren’t mortifying, Wonwoo would’ve found it funny how he knew it was Lee Chan by the line of his jaw.
The man was facing Wonwoo, his head tilted back slightly. There was a sheen of sweat on his neck, and Wonwoo watched as a bead traveled down to his collarbone. He was gripping the back of the couch, his pink, wet lips parted open, gasping for air. His hair was way messier than it was in the bar, some of it was stuck on his forehead. His eyes were a little bit glazed, his lashes fluttering.
Lee Chan looked so utterly fucked out to the point of incoherence. A string of moans and whines left his lips as he bounced, the slapping of skin like a scream into Wonwoo’s ears.
It certainly felt like there was something lodged in Wonwoo’s throat when Chan shook, a long whine stretching out. Though Chan didn’t stop. His grip on the couch only tightened as he rode harder and faster, his moans becoming louder.
Wonwoo didn’t know how long he stood there before he realized that Lee Chan was looking straight at him.
“Just like that, Chan. You feel so fucking good for me.”
Wonwoo grimaced and looked away. He didn’t really want to hear his best friend in the middle of fucking, out of all things.
Lee Chan’s head seemed to clear as he tapped Soonyoung on the shoulder. His bouncing didn’t immediately stop though and Wonwoo had to watch as the man slowly came to a halt.
“What? What is it?” Soonyoung asked, a little out of breath.
Chan only pointed at Wonwoo with his chin.
“Shit.” Soonyoung tried his best to turn around and look at Wonwoo but with a person sitting right on his dick, he really couldn’t. “Won? I thought you had a class right now?”
Clearing his throat, Wonwoo tried to sound like everything was normal. As if stumbling upon your best friend fucking the urban legend of the university wasn’t some kind of big deal. “Yeah. I just need to get something real quick.”
Before anyone could say anything, Wonwoo speed-walked into his room. As he put on a new shirt, he could hear Soonyoung and Chan’s muffled voices. He tried to zone it out, hoping that he could exit the apartment more smoothly than he had come in.
When he went back to the living room, Soonyoung was nowhere to be seen but Chan, now in his boxers thankfully, was still on the couch.
Wonwoo glanced at the bruises blooming on Chan’s chest like some sort of tattoo of flowers. When his gaze went up, he found the man looking at him with those glassy eyes.
Chan opened his mouth, probably to apologize but Wonwoo hated awkward conversations more than anything so he left. He may or may have not slammed the door too loudly on his way out.
Later that evening, as Wonwoo expected, Soonyoung went to apologize to him.
“Look, Won. About what happened earlier,” said Soonyoung from the doorway of Wonwoo’s bedroom.
Wonwoo, who had been trying to finish his assigned reading, looked up at his best friend. He heaved an exasperated sigh and waved a hand. “It’s fine, Soon. Just, please don’t do it in the living room again. Or in the kitchen, for that matter.”
Soonyoung’s shoulders visibly became relaxed. “So you’re not mad or anything?”
“I mean, I was annoyed because, you know, in the living room,” Wonwoo said before giving Soonyoung a look. “Why would you think I’d be mad?”
“Because you don’t like Chan?” Soonyoung answered as if it was the most obvious thing in the world.
Wonwoo blinked at him. “What? I barely know the guy. How come I don’t like him?”
“I’ve seen your face, Won! You weren’t particularly impressed with Chan that night at the bar. You had your…” Soonyoung’s hands flailed as he searched for the words. “That look on your face whenever you don’t like something.”
“What look?”
“You know, the look,” Soonyoung supplied uselessly. Wonwoo gave him a pointed look and Soonyoung sighed. “There’s just this look on your face whenever you see something you don’t like. It’s subtle but it’s really there. It’s like you’re trying to be indifferent but there’s still a look of annoyance in your eyes.”
“Jesus.” Wonwoo ran a hand over his face. He definitely didn’t have that look. He refused to believe he even had that look. “Is this why you didn’t tell me about him?”
“Kind of.”
Wonwoo’s brows shot up in curiosity. “Do the others know? Does Jihoon know?”
“No,” Soonyoung said slowly. “It’s not that I’m afraid of Jihoon or anything. No. Definitely not. But you know, I just wanna see where it goes first before I say anything.”
Wonwoo nodded, understanding his friend’s predicament. “Okay. Just no more common area, alright?”
Soonyoung threw his head back as he laughed. “No promises, Won.”
“I am gonna kill you.”
Lee Chan’s appearance in Wonwoo’s life became frequent.
Whenever Wonwoo came home from classes, he’d find Soonyoung and Chan in the living room—decent and far from fucking, much to Wonwoo’s relief. Sometimes, they’d be watching those old space films on TV, which was a sight if Wonwoo would admit. God knew how long Wonwoo had convinced Soonyoung to watch those and yet here his best friend was, watching it with Lee Chan.
There were also times when they’d be buried in papers. Soonyoung would be in the armchair and there would be a faint look of confusion on his face as he read the paper in his hand. The look was creepily similar to that of his look when he found something disapproving. Wonwoo wondered if that was Soonyoung’s version of the look or whatever that fuck was.
Meanwhile, Lee Chan would be on the couch, feeling home as ever. He would be on his stomach, his legs dangling in the air like a kid. The concentration on his face would be so palpable that Wonwoo wondered if the paper in his hands ever did something wrong. If the man wasn’t muttering incoherent things under his breath then he would be chewing on his bottom lip, making it all red and chappy.
None of them would notice Wonwoo until he’d cleared his throat and offered dinner.
Sometimes, Soonyoung and Chan wouldn’t be in the living room. They wouldn’t be in the apartment at all, which should be a relief to Wonwoo but was nowhere near it. In fact, finding the apartment bare was more dread-inducing than otherwise because there was a high chance that Soonyoung and Chan would come back later in the night, a little bit tipsy and clumsy, thinking that Wonwoo was already asleep.
Wonwoo, already in his bed, would have no choice but to put his earphones on because he would be too tired to get up and fucking pound on Soonyoung’s door to remind them how thin the walls were in the goddamn apartment.
In the morning, Wonwoo would be in the kitchen, a fresh cup of coffee in his hands. Lee Chan would come out of Soonyoung’s room, his clothes and hair screaming that he was fucked last night. There would be newly formed bruises on his neck if they weren’t already there the other day. Wonwoo was certain that Chan would stink of sex if he ever got within the man’s five feet range.
Thankfully enough, Chan never said anything to him during those mornings. In fact, Chan never even gave him so much as a sideways glance. The guy would just leave the apartment as if he were going to be late for an important meeting.
Those mornings were a relief to Wonwoo, honestly.
It was a Saturday night and Wonwoo found himself again in Jihoon’s apartment with his friends. He was pouring himself a drink in the kitchen when Jeonghan approached him with a familiar ominous vibe on his every step. Wonwoo tried not to frown.
“Did you know Seokmin and Jun are planning to set you up on a date?” he said without so much as a preamble.
Wonwoo missed his glass and the liquid poured all over the counter. “Fucking hell.”
Before he could even put down the bottle, Jeonghan was already handing him paper towels.
Truthfully, Wonwoo should have seen this one coming. After all, Junhui and Seokmin weren’t subtle with their jabs about Wonwoo’s nonexistent love affairs. Or sexual affairs for that matter. Wonwoo bet that if any of his friends were in his shoes, they would be sick of sex too. Just thinking about it, familiar sets of moans ringing in his mind, made him shiver.
“Not gonna lie,” said Jeonghan as Wonwoo cleaned up the mess on the counter. “The man looked like your type.”
Wonwoo turned to him with a scoff. “No. I’m not doing this.”
Jeonghan shrugged. “Knew you would say that.”
“What are you doing here then?” Wonwoo threw the soaked-up paper ball into the trash and missed. He didn’t bother picking it up.
“Warning you like a good friend I am.” It should be dripping with benevolence and all that shit, though coming from Jeonghan, it sounded anything but. Jeonghan looked at the living room where Junhui and Seokmin stood up from their seats and obviously turned towards the direction of the kitchen.
“Dammit,” Wonwoo muttered. “I should leave, shouldn’t I?”
“Yup.”
That was all Wonwoo needed to leave the apartment. Though not without Junhui and Seokmin’s yells trailing after him.
The first time Wonwoo talked to Lee Chan was in front of his and Soonyoung’s apartment.
Wonwoo just came home from the gym when he found Lee Chan standing in front of the apartment. Chan was clad in his usual blazer though without the sunglasses this time. His hair was pointing in every direction, looking stiff and soft at the same time if that was even possible. He was staring at the door so hard Wonwoo thought laser beams would shoot out of his eyes.
His gaze landed on the paper bag in Chan’s hand.
“Soonyoung’s not here,” Wonwoo said, fishing his keys out of his pocket.
Chan jumped, a small yelp coming out of his throat. “Jesus. Do you just pop out of nowhere?”
Wonwoo only stared at him.
Chan cleared his throat, the paper bag being passed from one hand to another. There was a faint redness crawling up his neck and Wonwoo wondered if the heat and humidity were finally getting to him. Chan stared up at him with his bright eyes and pretty lashes. “So Soonyoung’s not home?”
“No,” Wonwoo answered and cocked his head to the side. “Aren’t you supposed to know that? Don’t you have each other’s numbers or something?”
“Yeah,” Chan said with a tight smile. “I didn’t tell him I’d be dropping by though. I just thought he’d be home.”
Wonwoo didn’t say anything as he watched Chan shift his weight from one foot to another, his cheeks turning red that matched the hue of his shirt. His lips—always in the shade of pink, Wonwoo noticed—were parted slightly and Wonwoo could clearly hear every breath that came out of them.
“Um,” Chan said after a while. He hastily put his hand up, practically shoving the paper bag into Wonwoo’s chest. “Give this to Soonyoung. He left it at my place.”
Hesitantly, Wonwoo grabbed the paper bag, his fingers brushing faintly against Chan’s. Chan pulled away, his face contorted into a frown, before leaving without uttering a single word.
A few hours later, Soonyoung arrived home as Wonwoo was just finishing up cooking.
“Chan had something for you,” Wonwoo said as some sort of greeting, jerking his head towards the general direction of the paper bag in the living room.
Soonyoung’s eyebrows shot up. “He was here? He didn’t tell me.”
“I said the same thing,” Wonwoo replied as he settled the dish onto their small raggedy table. “He said he just wanted to drop that off.”
“Right. Thanks, Won.”
Soonyoung started to make his way into his room, the paper bag in his hand. Wonwoo’s face twisted into a frown as he put two plates on the table. “You’re not eating dinner?”
“What?” Soonyoung said as he halted. It took a moment for him to register, his face morphing into an apologetic look. “I, uh… I already had dinner, Won. Just put the leftovers in the fridge, I’ll eat it tomorrow. Thanks.”
With that, Soonyoung holed himself up in his room.
Well, that was something.
The thing was, Wonwoo wasn’t really fond of parties. It was more of his friends’ thing—sans Jihoon, of course. The cheap alcohol wasn’t really worth it for all the noise and sweaty bodies bumping into his skin at every turn.
Despite that, Wonwoo always ended up at parties, all thanks to the invitations that Jeonghan got which automatically extended to his friends. The parties vary, depending on where and who hosted them. Sometimes, it was mild, just a few people with cold drinks and slow music.
More often than not, however, Wonwoo found himself in one of those extravagant parties full of good alcohol and designer clothes he couldn’t even name. Usually, Jeognhan’s congeniality got them in such parties but this time, it was Soonyoung who brought them along.
Jihoon whistled as they entered the compound. “Now, this is a house.”
“That,” Seokmin said, pointing a finger, “is not a house. That’s a fucking mansion.”
“How did you get invited to this again, Soonyoung?” Junhui asked.
With the slightest grin, Soonyoung said, “Through a friend of a friend.”
Sometime in the night, Wonwoo lost his friends through a round of tequila shots. Though he was certain it was Seokmin dancing in the middle of the room, the crowd cheering him on. Or maybe it was Jeonghan. He did have a few tricks up on his sleeve but Wonwoo doubted they included dancing or anything related to dancing.
The mansion was quite impressive but it wasn’t something that Wonwoo had never seen before. There were intricate vases here and there, the floors looked regularly polished, the furniture was firm and durable—if the people’s constant jumping on them were anything to go by.
Nevertheless, Wonwoo found himself wandering around, observing some people a few times. Not that it was his business or anything, but surely taking shots of vodka in between cartwheels was not as fun as they made it out to be.
When a fight erupted in what seemed like the family room, everyone ran towards the commotion instead of away from it. That was how Wonwoo found himself going up the stairs where the hallways were dark, deserted, and peaceful.
He traversed down the hallway with no definitive destination in mind. His feet moved on their own, taking him wherever that may lead. The music from downstairs felt distant as if Wonwoo was on another block.
But then a moan arose from the end of the hallway. It was not odd. After all, Wonwoo was at a party and people loved to hook up in foreign places, knowing that there were a lot of people in the next room.
What was odd, however, was the fact that Wonwoo recognized the moan immediately.
The sensible thing to do was to turn around and pretend that he never heard it. Walking towards the source of the sound was definitely not in the top ten list of sensible things. But hey, maybe Wonwoo was anything but sensible.
So here Wonwoo was, standing in the doorway of a dimly lit room, watching Lee Chan’s face twist into pleasure.
It was like deja vu. Or a sick twisted dream.
Wonwoo was about to turn away when he realized that the man buried in Chan’s neck was not his best friend. Unless Soonyoung had his hair dyed in the past few hours, then that man was definitely not Kwon Soonyoung.
There wasn’t time to think. Wonwoo strode the few steps to get him right in front of the couple. He grabbed the unknown man by the collar and practically threw him away, the man landing on the floor with a loud thud and a groan. Wonwoo didn’t really check the strength he put on that one.
Chan’s eyes widened, a squawk coming out of his throat as Wonwoo pushed him against the wall with a growl. Wonwoo heard the unknown man grunting from behind him but he didn’t pay him any attention. His eyes were burning holes into Chan’s, still so bright and glassy even in the darkness of the room.
“What the hell? What the fuck is your problem?” shouted the unknown man.
Chan tried to wiggle out of Wonwoo’s hold but he didn’t succeed. There was a look of panic slipping into his face, his hands flailing around until he finally looked at Wonwoo. Looked into his eyes.
“W-Wonwoo?” Chan exclaimed.
“Chan, you know this shithead?”
It took a lot of will for Wonwoo not to turn and punch the man in the face.
“Yeah. Yeah,” Chan said, nodding vigorously. “He’s a friend. Sort of.”
Wonwoo almost rolled his eyes.
Chan put up a hand towards the man as if trying to calm him down. “It’s fine, Seungcheol. We’re good here. We, uh, I guess we just need to talk about something. You can leave us.”
“Chan, are you sure?” the man asked cautiously.
Finally, Wonwoo turned, his forearm still pressed against Chan’s chest. He couldn’t really see the guy’s face in the dark but Wonwoo gave him a not-so-friendly smile just in case. “We’re good, pal. Didn’t you fucking hear him?”
“But—”
“It’s fine, Seungcheol. It’s really fine. I’ll talk to you tomorrow.”
Nodding hesitantly, the man finally retreated out of the room. Wonwoo glared at Chan as the steps faded away and it was just Chan’s heavy breathing in his ears.
Then Chan had the gall to screech at him. “What the fuck is wrong with you, Wonwoo? Are you drunk?”
Wonwoo pushed harder against the man, a wry laugh coming out of his lips. “What the fuck is wrong with me? What the fuck is wrong with you, Chan?”
Chan scowled at him. “Well, I’m not the mad guy attacking people out of nowhere!”
“Out of nowhere? Really?” Wonwoo could feel the heat crawling up his neck, and his free hand was clenched at his sides. In the little illumination within the room, all he could do was return Chan’s furious gaze. “Do you just really go around kissing other people?”
“Why the hell does it matter to you?” Chan tried to push him away but Wonwoo was like a solid wall against him.
“It matters to me because you’re betraying Soonyoung!”
Chan’s whole body went rigid before staring off into space. He sagged against the wall and let Wonwoo lean his weight into him. There was a moment of pure silence before Chan opened his lips again. “Oh. Soonyoung.”
“Yeah. Oh. Soonyoung,” Wonwoo retorted. “What? You’re gonna tell me you forgot about him?”
“He didn’t tell you?” Chan asked, looking up at Wonwoo. His brows were furrowed and his eyes held nothing but confusion and curiosity.
With a frown, Wonwoo hissed, “Tell me what?”
“Soonyoung and I are no more.”
Wonwoo took a step back, eyes wide in incredulity, finally releasing his hold on Chan. The latter doubled over as he gasped for air. “You and Soon broke up?”
“Not really,” Chan said with a groan. “Breaking up implies that we were ever together when we weren’t.”
Wonwoo scoffed. “You weren’t together? Am I really supposed to believe that when I have heard your moans enough to last me fifty fucking lifetimes?”
Standing up straight, Chan gave out a breathy laugh. “Aw. Wonwoo, were you listening to us? Did you enjoy it?”
Wonwoo’s nose flared up as he pointed a finger at Chan. “Fucking watch it.”
“Are you always this angry?” Chan quipped.
“You’re fucking insufferable.”
“Not the first time I heard that.”
“I fucking bet.”
Chan sighed and leaned against the wall. “But really, you had nothing to worry about, Wonwoo. Your best friend’s heart is still safe and intact, I promise you.”
“Well, that’s not reassuring,” Wonwoo grumbled.
“God, you’re dramatic,” Chan said with a roll of his eyes. “Soonyoung and I weren’t even serious anyways. We were just people who had a mutually beneficial relationship.”
Wonwoo looked at him pointedly. “You mean you two were fuck buddies.”
A grin split Chan’s face. “Yup. We were fuck buddies.”
“What the fuck.”
“But seriously. It’s all good. Soonyoung’s even the one who asked to stop this whole thing. He likes someone else.”
“Really? I’m not buying that.”
Chan rolled his eyes. He wiggled and fished his phone out of his pocket. The screen lit up his face as he scrolled through something. Then Wonwoo was blinded momentarily as Chan shoved his phone right at his face, showing off a thread of messages between him and Soonyoung.
The conversation was a little difficult to follow. After all, Soonyoung had a strange way of omitting characters and using slang that Wonwoo had no fucking idea about. Despite that, Wonwoo got the gist of it.
Which was: Chan and Soonyoung were indeed no more. In fact, there wasn’t even Chan and Soonyoung, to begin with.
Wonwoo shoved the phone away from his face and ran a hand through his hair as he turned on his feet. He heaved a sigh, closing his eyes and pretending that Chan wasn’t there.
Actually, he pretended that none of this was real. He was in his room, readying to watch a film and Soonyoung never barged in to drag his ass into this annoying party.
But then Chan snorted, and Wonwoo remembered where he was and what he was doing. He opened his eyes and looked at Chan with a scowl. Chan was watching him with a glint of mischief in his eyes. “You know, between you and Soonyoung, I thought he’d be the friend who shares all kinds of things. He’s so loud and talkative, I didn’t really think he’d be the secretive type. That seems to be your thing.”
Shaking his head, Wonwoo narrowed his eyes at Chan. “Has anyone ever told you that you look better with your mouth shut?”
Chan gave him a salacious grin, his perfect white teeth flashing in the dark. “Ooh. is that how you dirty talk, Wonwoo? Honestly, I’m flattered that you even think I look good—”
Then there was Wonwoo pushing his forearm against Chan’s chest once again, not caring as Chan choked on his words. “Shut up, Chan,” Wonwoo said through gritted teeth.
“God, you’re no fun,” Chan said, pouting.
“Seriously,” Wonwoo said, his voice so low and gritty it almost sounded like a growl. “Shut the fuck up.”
Chan leaned forward, eyes burning with amusement. This guy, Wonwoo realized, was one of those people who didn’t back down from a challenge. In fact, Chan seemed to revel in the way he was opposing Wonwoo, getting a rise out of him.
Wonwoo knew better though. All he needed was to calm down and step away. He wasn’t going to indulge Chan’s games, or whatever the hell this was. He was going to walk away like the mature person that he was.
Although mature, Wonwoo was weak in other aspects.
He felt the faint brush of Chan’s breath on his face, only to realize how close they were. Chan didn’t seem to mind as his lips stretched slowly into a grin. With the sultriest and silkiest voice Wonwoo had ever heard, Chan said, “Make me, Wonwoo.”
Wonwoo was so close to walking away but his gaze landed on Chan’s parted pink lips, a thin string of saliva stretching out in between. Wonwoo’s gaze trailed upwards, noting Chan’s smooth complexion. Then there were Chan’s bright eyes, fluttering open; a little bit hazy but pupils wide.
It was like a punch in the gut as images flashed in Wonwoo’s mind.
Chan in his living room couch, bouncing on a cock like he was trying to prove something. His face twisted in pleasure as if it was the best thing he has ever had; as if his sole purpose in life was to get totally fucked out of his brains.
Wonwoo swallowed the lump in his throat, now aware of his own hardening dick.
As if their proximity wasn’t enough, Chan tilted his head back, looking further up at Wonwoo. Their lips brushed faintly against each other and Chan’s breath hitches.
It was the last straw.
Wonwoo clashed their lips together, swallowing in the needy whine that came out of Chan’s throat. Chan was quick to return the kiss, his hands reaching everywhere as if looking for something.
It was all heat and tongue and Wonwoo took all of it with a growl. He removed his forearm between their chests, pressing their bodies even more closely. There was something hard against his dick, and Wonwoo groaned. Slowly, he ground his hips against Chan’s, relishing the shaky moan that came out of the latter, kissing him harder to consume it all.
His hands gripped Chan’s waist, so tiny that Wonwoo didn’t want to let go. He thrust forward again, Chan’s head thumping against the wall, and Wonwoo couldn’t help the grin stretching his lips when Chan started to gasp, eyes shut and hips trying to jerk forward.
Wonwoo pulled away, his breathing now as hard as Chan’s. The hunger in Wonwoo’s eyes was intense as he watched Chan bare his neck, and he fought the urge to leave purple marks on the supple skin, so smooth and glowing even in the dark. “Fuck. Not here,” Wonwoo muttered.
Chan’s eyes fluttered open, and he already looked so fucked out after just one kiss and a few dry humping. The image shot straight to Wonwoo’s dick and he couldn’t help but thrust one more time.
Hands snaking around Wonwoo’s shoulders, breath gasping for air, Chan tried his best to form his own words. “Your place? Or mine?”
Without a second thought, Wonwoo answered, “Yours.”
Wonwoo had no idea what he was doing but all his mind could think was that he wanted to fuck the living daylights out of Chan. Wonwoo needed to fuck him. He wanted to ravish him until it was just Wonwoo’s name he was muttering over and over again.
He couldn’t remember much of the ride on the way to Chan’s place. It was like being presented with an addictive candy and he couldn’t even do much as to pull away for a second, his lips nibbling the soft spot on Chan’s neck, his hands groping everywhere.
When they reached Chan’s apartment, Chan didn’t even bother to turn the lights on. He just dragged Wonwoo and led him into his bedroom, shoving him into his bed.
Chan dipped down and kissed him with so much need. Wonwoo’s hands found their way onto Chan’s ass and squeezed them, chuckling at the way the younger man trembled above him. His hands traveled up Chan’s waist, fingers grazing the soft skin underneath his shirt.
Wonwoo sat up, his mouth leaving wet kisses along Chan’s jaw. “Undress for me, baby,” he murmured along the skin, not missing the shiver that his hoarse voice sent to Chan.
The thing was, Wonwoo soon realized, Chan didn’t need to be told twice. He immediately took off his clothes, practiced fingers swiftly unbuttoning his shirt and jeans. The actual removal of his clothes was not as smooth but Wonwoo did his best to help him.
The second thing that Wonwoo realized was that Chan was completely hairless.
“Fuck,” Wonwoo said under his breath.
Chan couldn’t help the hefty laugh that came out of him, his right hand covering his mouth. “That’s what we’re trying to do, aren’t we?”
“You had your hair removed?”
“Some people don’t like it. Gets in the way or something,” Chan said with a shrug.
Wonwoo pressed a kiss onto Chan’s collarbone, his thumb tracing the V-line of Chan’s hips. “Well, I wouldn’t mind it at all. I think you’re fucking gorgeous either way.”
He watched in awe as Chan preened, his eyes glinting. He thought that Chan would’ve been used to compliments by now. After all, complimenting Lee Chan seemed to be the default way of talking to him and talking about him. Every piece of information that Wonwoo knew about him was through compliments from other people.
So seeing how Chan could easily fold with sweet, genuine words, Wonwoo couldn’t help but pull him closer and cut his breath short with a kiss.
He ran his hands along Chan’s thighs. So delicate yet so powerful under his touch. He squeezed it, chuckling as Chan squirmed against him with a needy whine.
Finally, Wonwoo spat on his palm and wrapped his hand around Chan’s cock. Chan shuddered, a gaspy breath coming out of his spit-licked lips. Wonwoo stroked Chan’s cock slowly, it was short but quite thick, so hot and heavy in his grip. So perfect in his hand.
Chan started to thrust into his hand but Wonwoo immediately held him still by the waist. A needy whine spilled out of Chan’s lips, his hands holding onto Wonwoo’s shoulders for support.
“Wonwoo, c’mon.”
“C’mon, what?” Wonwoo gave him a cheeky grin.
“Do it faster. I swear I’m going to have blue balls from this.”
Wonwoo hummed. “But I’m enjoying this.”
“If you do it faster and make me come this instant, I’m gonna let you fuck me however you want.”
This made Wonwoo pause, a glint passing in his eyes. “However I want?”
Chan sobs from the sudden lapse. “Yes, however you want!”
And so Wonwoo pumped his cock faster. Chan cried out, jerking forward and burying his face into Wonwoo’s neck. Chan’s small moans and hard breathing were all Wonwoo could hear and he wanted more. He gave Chan’s cock a squeeze, enjoying the long whimper that Chan gave.
It didn’t really take long for Chan to have his release. His cum spurted all over Wonwoo’s hand, his tiny body trembling against Wonwoo.
“You sure you can still take me?” Wonwoo asked with a chuckle, spreading Chan’s cum all over his dick.
Chan gave him a glare. “Fuck you.”
Wonwoo grinned, not wanting to pass up the opportunity. “No. But I am going to fuck you.”
Before Chan could completely roll his eyes, Wonwoo flipped them over. A yelp came out of Chan as he bounced on the bed. Wonwoo couldn’t help but admire his body once more, fingers itching to feel every inch of Chan’s skin.
“Lube? Condom?” Wonwoo asked.
“Bedside table. Second drawer,” Chan answered, slightly breathless. There was already a sheen of sweat on his chest, glimmering even with only the streetlights outside as the room’s source of illuminance.
Wonwoo took off his clothes in a hurry. Then he scrambled for the side and rummaged through the drawer, grabbing the things he needed. He positioned himself between Chan, pushing the younger’s legs further apart. There was a tiny whimper from Chan as he covered his face with his arm.
“Hey, none of that,” said Wonwoo, pulling Chan’s arm. “I want to see your face, gorgeous.”
There was nothing Chan could do but keen again. Wonwoo coated his fingers with the cold lube, his breathing deep with eagerness. He slightly lifted Chan’s hips up, presenting his hole, and carefully massaged the rim with a lubed finger.
Chan shivered. “Ah! That’s cold.”
“It’ll warm up soon,” Wonwoo cooed, pushing his finger in gently. Chan gasped, breath catching in his throat as he tightened around Wonwoo’s finger. Wonwoo stopped immediately, running his other hand down Chan’s thigh. “You gotta relax, Chan.”
“Y-Yeah. I know, I know. Just give me a sec,” Chan breathed. After a moment, he tapped Wonwoo’s arm and nodded at him to continue.
Chan became more relaxed as Wonwoo worked to open him up, inserting another finger that had him moaning high and loudly. Wonwoo’s cock is painfully hard now against his abdomen, bulging and begging to be inside Chan already, but Wonwoo knew he needed more preparation.
He started scissoring his fingers, stretching Chan open with noises so deliciously obscene. He curled his fingers a little, rubbing against a little spot that had Chan emitting moans that Wonwoo could recognize anywhere.
Not long ago, these moans were the biggest adversity of Wonwoo’s life. He had heard them almost every night, keeping him awake as every tone and every pitch was ingrained in his mind. Though all of those couldn’t compare to now, the mixture of Chan’s low- and high-pitched moans sounded like music to Wonwoo’s ears as he continued his ministrations.
Wonwoo inserted another finger, watching closely how Chan’s face twisted in pleasure in the dark. Chan was becoming more breathless by the minute, slightly trembling as Wonwoo maintained his pace.
“Wonwoo, c-come on…”
That alone would be enough to convince Wonwoo to stop and shove his cock deep inside Chan, but Wonwoo was a man on a mission. He grinned at Chan. “Didn’t you say I can fuck you however I want?”
“God—”
Before Chan could continue his words, Wonwoo pressed against his prostate once more, causing him to scream, his back arching beautifully. “No need to call me god,” Wonwoo said, grinning wide.
Chan couldn’t even roll his eyes as another moan escaped his lips. “Who would’ve thought you were so cheeky? You’re even worse than Soonyoung,” he said, voice hoarse and panting.
“Speaking of someone else while fucking yourself on my fingers?”
Wonwoo didn’t let him speak as he started to fuck Chan with abandon. Chan couldn’t stop the litany of noises coming out of his throat. He tried to cover his face with his arm again but Wonwoo grabbed his wrist and pinned it above his head.
“Wonwoo, I’m going to come again!” Chan cried.
“That’s the plan,” Wonwoo said, still continuing his pace.
Chan writhed, head turning in every direction, hips moving in sync with Wonwoo’s fingers, moaning a little breathless Wonwoo, Wonwoo, Wonwoo. Then as Wonwoo pressed a little firmer, Chan’s body jolted, shuddering as his lips opened in a soundless scream. Wonwoo didn’t stop thrusting, dragging out Chan’s orgasm until he started to shake.
There was a faint mewl from Chan when Wonwoo pulled his fingers out. As he gave Chan a moment to recover, Wonwoo took the condom packet and ripped it with careful urgency before rolling it on his cock.
He looked at Chan to find the man already watching him, eyes fixated on his hard length. Wonwoo couldn’t help the surge of ego in his chest upon seeing the glint in Chan’s dark eyes.
Wonwoo put more lube on his dick, stroking it a few times before asking Chan. “You still good?”
“Don’t think so highly of yourself,” Chan retorted.
Wonwoo raised an eyebrow, lining himself up on Chan’s hole, the head of his cock pushing against the rim. “Still not satisfied with two orgasms?”
“Just fuck me already.”
And so Wonwoo obeyed.
He pushed his cock inside, hissing as the tight heat of Chan’s walls hugged his length. Inch by inch, he thrust his cock in, letting go of Chan’s wrist to hold onto his waist. Wonwoo knew he had fairly large hands but he didn’t expect it to engulf Chan’s waist so easily.
Wonwoo felt the supple skin underneath his palms before giving it a squeeze. Chan looked so fucked out, hair sticking on his forehead, lips spit-slicked and parted like it was begging to be taken.
Dipping down, Wonwoo captured Chan’s lips and kissed him with exigency. Chan responded with a matched fervor, almost submissive but not quite, still wanting to take the reins even when he was being fucked senseless.
Wonwoo didn’t know why, and frankly, he couldn’t understand why he was in such a state. There was just something about Chan that made Wonwoo lose all his senses. It didn’t help that it was so easy to get drowned now that he had a taste—Wonwoo couldn’t get out even if he wanted to.
He held onto the back of Chan’s knees and pushed them forward, effectively bending Chan in a mating press. He kissed Chan again, licking into his mouth, before leaving more kisses against his jaw.
“Trying to put a baby in me?” Chan asked with a smirk when they pulled away briefly for air.
It was impossible but nevertheless, a tiny jolt of electricity ran down Wonwoo’s spine. The idea just made all his senses go haywire. He tried to hide it with a frown but Chan’s cheeky smile already told him that he knew.
“You’re insufferable,” Wonwoo grunted.
Chan only let an airy laugh. Then he wrapped his arms around Wonwoo, fingers digging into his back. “I know you can do better than this,” Chan whispered into his ear.
Wonwoo knew better than to take the bait but he couldn’t help it. Chan just knew how to get under his skin. So he fucked him harder. Deeper. Every thrust was accompanied by a loud slap of skin, by squelching noises that shouldn’t be as hot as they sounded.
Air was punched out of Chan’s lungs with every plunge of Wonwwo’s cock, the warmth of Chan’s breath tickling his cheek. Chan felt otherworldly around him, so fucking tight, walls clamping down on his cock as if he wanted Wonwoo to stay there forever.
The thing was, Wonwoo knew deep inside him that he wouldn’t even object. He would like to blame it on the alcohol in his system but he wasn’t really drunk enough. He wasn’t even drunk at all.
Clear mind or not, he’d stay there. Wonwoo would keep fucking Chan, buried into his tight heat until it consumed him whole. He’d keep listening to his moans, incoherent noises that almost sounded like a prayer, devouring every inch of him like his life depended on it.
He really couldn’t understand what was so special about Lee Chan, but maybe now he did. It was addicting—Lee Chan was addicting, and Wonwoo couldn’t do anything but get pulled into the endless pit that was his heat.
A hard thrust had Chan pushed farther up the bed, his moan strangled in his throat, spit dribbling down the corners of his lips. Wonwoo couldn’t hold back the groan coming out of his chest, his hips relentlessly fucking into Chan. It was the prettiest sight he’d ever seen, his breath taken away along with every cant of his hips.
The head of his cock brushed at a certain angle, causing Chan to shiver and let out a mewl. Wonwoo had to grip the back of Chan’s knees tightly, the sudden tightening of Chan’s walls around his length almost sending him over the edge.
“‘M close,” Chan said in a gasp. He sounded like he was begging, and Wonwoo’s cock twitched inside his hole, the idea of Lee Chan begging him was sending him down in a deeper spiral. “I’m close, Wonwoo.”
“Again? Fuck. You love this, don’t you? You love getting used like you’re just some hole. Love a cock making you full, breaking you until you’re a crying mess.” Wonwoo didn’t even know where the words were coming from—he completely had no grasp of his senses now. It was like Chan had flipped a switch on him, and something had taken over. Something that wasn’t him but still like him. Underneath him, Chan squirmed and moaned, begging for more. “I bet you can cum without even me touching your dick.”
Chan choked out a sob, head falling to the side, broken moans spilling out of his throat as Wonwoo fucked him in earnest. And it didn’t take long for him to come undone for the third time that night, his whole body convulsing, crying out, his high voice dragging out into a silent scream as his dick jerked against his stomach, decorating his skin with ropes of his cum.
Wonwoo slowed down for a moment just to watch Chan, puffing out air from his parted lips, his ears thrumming with blood. “There you go. Good boy, you’re doing great.”
Chan looked so beautiful like this—reaching his high, chest heaving as he tried to catch his breath, skin glistening with a mixture of sweat and cum. Maybe some other time, Wonwoo would lick it off, taste him, and he could already imagine it vividly, sweet and heady on his tongue.
Unable to help it, he kissed the corner of Chan’s mouth, not waiting for the younger man to reciprocate before picking up his pace again.
Still so fucked out, Chan couldn’t do anything but whimper, overstimulated and helpless as Wonwoo chased his own release. Chan managed to wrap his arms around Wonwoo’s torso, blunt nails clawing on his back as pulled him closer. Wonwoo didn’t need Chan to say it out loud—needy and demanding as ever, of course, Chan was begging for more. Already spent and sore and fucked senseless and he still wanted more.
Heat pooled in Wonwoo’s core, his thrusts stuttering, and he felt it creep in. Slowly—then all at once.
Wonwoo barely managed to pull out with the way Chan was still holding onto him tightly. Groaning, he spilled his cum into the condom, heaving as if all the frustration left his body. He hadn’t felt like this before after a fuck.
He slumped down on the bed next to Chan, panting heavily. Chan was already exhausted next to him, hair disheveled, eyelids drooping but legs still spread out, his cum-stained abdomen glistening even in the darkness of the room.
After a moment’s rest, Wonwoo decided to get up. Only then did he feel the ache in his limbs. He went to the bathroom and got a towel to clean himself up. Grabbing another fresh towel, he went back to Chan, the man barely staying awake as he cleaned him up.
“Come on. We can get breakfast tomorrow,” Chan murmured suddenly after Wonwoo discarded the towels.
For a moment, Wonwoo thought that maybe he was just sleep-talking, but then Chan rolled over the bed to make more space for him, arm raised up as if to say, Get in here with me.
They already passed the point of awkwardness. He had jerked Chan off, fucked him, made him cum thrice, whispered lewd things that he would never think he’d say in his ear, and yet Wonwoo couldn’t help the sudden heat on his neck.
Never did he think he’d get in a situation like this with Lee Chan. Not too long ago, he didn’t even know if the guy actually existed. But then Chan suddenly crashed into his life—slipped in would be the better word choice, because that was how it happened.
Chan slipped in and ultimately disrupted his world with his loud moans and amazing ass in skinny jeans and pretty fucking face that just begged to be fucked. He made havoc, and Wonwoo was as defenseless as a ruined fortress, crumbling down in his presence.
And now, they just fucked and Chan was obviously asking him to stay.
Wonwoo must have been silent for too long because Chan’s eyes fluttered open, his brow creased in confusion.
“Wonwoo?”
“Hmm?”
“If you’re thinking about doing another round, you gotta wait another thirty minutes. I don’t think I can come again,” Chan said.
“S-Shut up,” Wonwoo said, rolling his eyes. Though he couldn’t stop the corner of his lips from pulling up. “I’m not thinking about that.”
Chan blinked at him innocently. “You’re not thinking about fucking me again?”
And there went the blood rushing down his dick again. “You’re such a little shit, aren’t you?”
Grinning, Chan patted the bed. “Just get in, will you? I’m beat. You can fuck me again in the morning before breakfast.”
“You’re so insufferable.”
“Yeah, you keep telling me,” Chan said, chuckling. “You like it anyway, don’t you?”
Shaking his head, his lips still pulled into a grin, Wonwoo finally got in the bed. There was a smile on Chan’s face, wide and satisfied as if he had just won.
And maybe he did. Wonwoo wasn’t really keeping tabs.
Either way, Wonwoo felt like he had won too.
Wonwoo shut the door slowly, careful enough that the door only clicked faintly. He crept into the apartment, making sure that he was being as quiet as possible. If Soonyoung ever saw the state of him now, he’d never hear the end of it.
“I’ll be damned! Jeon Wonwoo doing the walk of shame? Who are you and what did you do to my best friend?”
Flinching, Wonwoo whirled around and waited for the inevitable. Soonyoung stood in the kitchen with the biggest grin on his face, a hand on his hip as he took a sip of his coffee.
“You look like you had fun,” Soonyoung said.
“Shut up.”
“So…how was Chan?”
Wonwoo froze and choked on his saliva. All the while, Soonyoung burst into laughter, almost spilling his drink on the floor.
“Did Chan tell you?” Wonwoo asked.
“Nope,” Soonyoung said smugly.
“Then how did you know?”
Soonyoung’s smile went wider. He took another sip of his drink before answering. “Because I’m smart and observant like that. Anyway, I assume you don’t hate Chan now? Since you two fucked it out and everything.”
Wonwoo rolled his eyes. “I told you I don’t hate him. I never did.”
“Sure,” said Soonyoung, wiggling his eyebrows, totally unconvinced. “The hate sex must’ve been amazing for you to say that.”
“Shut up. I’m going to sleep some more.”
He was about to enter his room when Soonyoung called him. “Hey, Won.”
“What?”
“No fucking in the common area, okay?”
Wonwoo flipped his best friend off. “Fuck off.”