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Haechan stared out the window, looking at the unfamiliar neighborhood the younger was driving through.

"Where are we?" he asked as Sungchan carefully parked the vehicle.

"My house." he replied, getting out of the car. "Come on, I'll show you something." Haechan nodded, following the younger.
 
  
  
  
    
 
"Oh? You're home late, Sungchan." a voice said, as the two entered the living room. The younger pouted slightly, "Sorry," he replied. Haechan giggled softly, causing the oldest to look over behind Sungchan.

"And may I ask who you might be?"

Haechan paused slightly, opening his mouth to speak, but no words leaving.

Taeyong chuckled, shaking his head. "Don't worry, you're one of Taro's friends, right?" he asked. Haechan blinked in disbelief. "Oh, yes, I am." the shorter replied. Sungchan looked back at the older, smiling softly. Taeyong noticed this, speaking up.

"Since when did you have friends?" he spoke, catching the latter off guard. Haechan watched as the younger shrugged his shoulders, trying to come up with a reason. The older grinned slightly, throwing his arms over the taller.

Sungchan blinked, his hands hovering the older's waist but not coming in contact.

"Y-Yah, what are you-" Haechan chuckled, looking at Taeyong.

"He brought me here to fuck." he smiled.
  
  
   

The oldest gaped, looking at the smaller, then looking at Sungchan, whose eyes were widened as well.

The youngest quickly brought his hand over the smaller's mouth, muffling his voice.

"D-Don't worry, hyung, we're, I'm just helping him with a p-project-" Haechan quickly pulled the younger's hand from his mouth, grinning mischievously as he let out a, very dramatic, moan.

"S-Sungchan ah! C-Can we go upstairs haah, n-now?" the sunkissed boy spoke, grabbing onto the taller's collar, causing Sungchan to break out in a sweat. He tried shushing the smaller, only to be interrupted by another, hot, moan.

"D-" Sungchan's eyes widened as he brought the smaller's face into his chest, muffling his words once more.

Taeyong raised a brow, looking at the boy. "Sungchan, I don't know how you managed to do this while looking like a Korean Flynn Rider, but I'll just talk to you after you help him. I'll leave the house, so be as loud as you want." he said, grabbing his coat and keys.

Sungchan shook his head as he watched his hyung leave the room.

"W-Wait! It's not like that!" he was cut off by the front door closing.

The youngest sighed, looking down at the smaller who was giggling hysterically into his chest.

He quickly flicked Haechan's forehead, causing the giggles to be replaced by a groan. Haechan frowned, looking up to a flustered Sungchan.

"W-What was that?" he asked, embarrassed from the older's jokes. Haechan shrugged, playfully grinning at the taller.

"Mmmm, how bout that project?" he asked, changing the subject. Sungchan stared at the older is disbelief, shaking his head as he grabbed the smaller's hand, leading him up to his bedroom.

a/n this chapter is really short sorry

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