Desire (ATEEZ Boy x Boy Oneshots Book II)

C/M | Not Me | San x Jisung

"Oh!"

"Fuck!"

"Right there!"

Jisung stirred awake from his afternoon nap. And to his misfortune, bangs and moans were the first things he heard.

"Ugh..." he rolled his eyes. Which two of the members were doing this now?

"Y-Yongbok..." a voice groaned. He seemed to have hissed.

Jisung raised an eyebrow. The voice, more like a growl, sounded strange. He didn't recognize it. He didn't know who the person was.

Prepared to storm to younger's room, he stopped. The sounds fell quiet. Jisung ran to his bed and pressed his ear to the wall. Sure enough, whoever was with his friend must've stopped.

Curious and nosy, Jisung ran to his door, opening it with a slight crack until only his left eye could see.

"...call me later," Jisung heard Yongbok whisper at the door.

"I know." The second male replied.

Jisung cringed at the kissing sound before he heard the bedroom door close. Then footsteps came down the hall.

It was too fast to see, but Jisung caught a flash of purple hair and broad shoulders when the man left their dorm.

...

"Who was that?"

"Ah!" Yongbok shouted. He hugged his sheets closer to his body. "You're back from practice! W-Who are you talking about?"

"I never left. I was sleeping while you... were with whoever that guy was. Who was it?"

Yongbok looked down. "San," he quietly replied.

"Choi San?! The one from-" Jisung stopped. "Are you two dating?"

"What? No. Of course not. He doesn't want anything to do with dating. Neither do I."

Jisung frowned. "Oh."

"Besides, it's weird. Especially because San's slept with most of our group and other idols too."

"Not me."

"No, not you. You're always too busy sucking Minho."

Jisung didn't find an answer to that.

"Well? Did you hear much? Do you want me to tell you how it went?" Yongbok asked. Jisung shook his head — he wasn't sure what to do.

"You want his number?"
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Several glasses clinked together at a long table. Sixteen males sat around, laughing and chatting away with each other. It was the first time they'd done this; now that they were free from any corporate rules, they could have a well-deserved dinner.

San looked around when he thought he could feel someone's eyes on him. Yet everyone was talking or busy eating to focus on him.

"Hmph." He proceeded to half-eat and half-check his phone. He chuckled at what he saw on screen; San liked to entertain artists who yearned a night with him. Contrary to what they thought, he wasn't that easy to convince.

Again, the feeling returned.

San snapped his head up to see who it was.

"What? Put your phone away," Hongjoong scolded. "We're eating with our seniors."

San sighed and stuffed his phone away. He quietly kept eating, cursing his leader out in his head.

"Not my fault you're kissing Chan's ass-" San looked off to meet someone's eyes. His mouth folded into a smile.