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*A few weeks later*
A yelp slipped past Jungwoo's lips as he fell backwards onto the bed, Doyoung climbing on top of him only seconds later. The younger looked utterly breathtaking from that angle, with his hair spread across the sheets beneath him, cheeks flushed, and lips parted and glossy as he let out small pants. He took in a long breath, his aching lungs finally receiving the oxygen then had been so desperately waiting for.
Gently placing a hand on his waist, Doyoung looked down at him and smiled, "Come here often?"
Jungwoo quickly nodded, paying no attention to the way his chest was heaving. It'd been awhile since he'd made out with anybody, especially for that long, he was definitely a little rusty. "Occasionally," he responded softly, smiling back up at the elder.
"When's your mom coming back, Darlin'?" The elder asked as his thumb rubbed small circled on the boys clothed waist.
"Hmm...she went to the grocery store then she's stopping at Ms Park's house...I'd say we have a good hour." Placing a hand on top of Doyoung's, Jungwoo gently took it off of his waist and placed it on the bed, "But I'm not ready for...that."
A small laugh slipped past the elder's lips before he hesitantly placed his hand back on the boy only a little higher this time, "I know. We still have a long way to go before that."
"So we can...continue...?" Jungwoo asked hesitantly, eyes wandering up to the ceiling to avoid possible rejection.
"Whatever you wanna do," he said quietly before leaning down to gently place his lips on the younger's, "it doesn't matter to me either way."
Jungwoo let out a small hum before looking back at his boyfriend. The boys brown eyes seemed to sparkle even if there wasn't a single light on in the room. Doyoung was just so beautiful in every way and it seemed to have taken the younger longer than it should have to realize that.
This was the first time Jungwoo was truly able to enjoy the moment without thinking about his sexuality or the fact he was with a man. He was with Doyoung and that was all that mattered to him.
Doyoung on the other hand didn't give a fuck about any sentimental feelings, he had one thing and one thing only on his mind: Jungwoo's body. Even the boy was still fully clothed, he was anticipating the beauty of the younger.
Not wanting to waste any more precious time alone, Doyoung's lowered himself just a bit so he press a soft kiss to Jungwoo's lips. Contrasting the cautious actions of the elder, he lifted his head up and kissed back unnecessarily rough.
Jungwoo liked to think he was a good kisser. He did have years of practice with his now ex girlfriends and he was always great at it. But this kiss felt different—and not because Doyoung's lips were like sandpaper compared to Soyeon's which were always smothered in sticky lipgloss. Ironically, it had nothing to do with anybody's lips whatsoever, it felt different in his body. His palms were growing sweaty and his heart was beating like he had just finished running a marathon. And the feeling bubbling up in his tummy—it was hard to tell if he liked it or not.
His whole life he just assumed all the movies over exaggerated the magical feeling you get when you kiss the girl of your dreams; but the movies never told him it might be the boy of his dreams. There was never anything wrong with him, he had just been looking in the wrong places all this time.
An involuntary noise slipped past his lips as Doyoung's hands tightened around his hips. He didn't seem to notice though, still focused on kissing the boy on top of him.
After a few minutes of mentally arguing with himself, Doyoung slowly pulled away only to relocate his lips onto Jungwoo's neck. He waited for the boy to tell him to stop, but instead, the younger reached up to put his arms around the elder. Pushing back into the pillows beneath him, Jungwoo tilted his head upwards, exposing his neck just a bit more.
Jungwoo reveled in the feeling of Doyoung's tongue lightly gliding across his skin. He'd never felt this way before, it felt as if there were fireworks going off within him. A breathy moan slipped past his lips which only urged the elder to keep going. Too caught up in the feeling, he failed to notice Doyoung's fingers slip past the waistband of his jeans.
Doyoung stopped kissing the boy as his eyebrows knit together in confusion. He ran his fingernails over the unfamiliar texture once again trying to pinpoint exactly what it was he was feeling. Hooking a finger under the surprisingly thin piece of material, he pulled it up above the boys jeans and pulled away from him to look at it.
Jungwoo's breath hitched as he looked down himself and saw Doyoung's index finger holding up the side of the red panties he stupidly chose to wear. He quickly grabbed Doyoung's hand and pulled it away from himself, pulling his jeans back up over the red material.
"Jungwoo...I didn't m—"
"Jungwoo, honey, are you home!?" Mrs Kim yelled as she walked into the house, her arms full of groceries, "Come help me with this!"
"Shit!" Jungwoo swore as he hurried over to his mirror to try to make himself look presentable. He glanced over his body once more just to make sure everything was taken care of, but froze when he saw an amorphous dark purple spot peaking out of his shirt just above his collarbone. "What the hell?" He hissed, turning to Doyoung for help, "How am I supposed to hide this!?"
Doyoung's eyes widened when he saw the spot he had apparently caused, "I...uh—I'll go help your mom, I'll tell her you're in the bathroom or something."
The younger just nodded, not having a better idea at the moment. He hurried into the bathroom and locked the door behind him. The second he turned to look at himself in the mirror, his eyes welled with tears. I'm so stupid, he thought as two tears raced down his cheeks.
He could just imagine all the things Doyoung thought about him now. Maybe that he was a freak trying to look like a woman. The elder was probably going to break up with him all because he wasn't smart enough to think things through.
Not being able to control his sobs anymore, Jungwoo's slid down the bathroom door and hid his head in his knees, just wanting to disappear from the world.
