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[ c - hoonsol ] dont pretend

TAG: stop pretending you like girls- I KNOW YOU LIKE BOYS AND YOU LIKE ME.
(hoonsol - i know u like me it's just getting sad at this point; stop lying to yourself and everyone else)

actually the first romantic hoonsol i've ever thought of and written out hmm

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out with friends, gonna be at wonwoo-hyung's; don't wait up <3

was hansol's last text at around 8pm. it's now 12am and jihoon is still waiting up. of course he would. jihoon doesn't listen to hansol ever and he knows that very well. so why isn't he home?

coming home soon?

jihoon asked once what hansol and his boys do and if he could ever come. hansol put the butter knife down slowly and looked jihoon in the eyes, "don't come. you shouldn't." it was all so ominous that jihoon never asked to go again.

hansol eventually told him that what they talk about is usually girls, games and shit talking trends over alcohol. jihoon cringed when he heard. hansol affectionately pet his head and assured him nothing will ever go wrong.

"but why can't i come?"

hansol pinched his cheek, "i can't have them know about you." and this is how jihoon found out none of his friends knew hansol did not, in fact, like the girls they seemed to frequently talk about.

jihoon laughs at the thought as it burst like a bubble in his head. it's a little pathetic, actually. he also knows that hansol turns jihoon into some girl when he talks to his boys about his relationship. jihoon ponders what they could be doing now as he sits on the couch, legs curled up under him and his arm on the back of it. he lets himself lie on his arm.

he checks his phone. after twenty something minutes, hansol hasn't responded. jihoon decides he wants to make a little mischief tonight.

taking a taxi to wonwoo's address, jihoon walks out to the apartment complex with warm sweatpants, a plain white t-shirt and an oversized blue and yellow checked flannel. fluffing up his brown hair, he makes his way to wonwoo's unit.

the only reason why he knows wonwoo's address is because hansol has asked to be picked up from there before. it's when jihoon learnt very drunk hansol is not fun to deal with.

after making sure he got the right unit, jihoon rings the doorbell. the bumping bass quietens down a little. someone asks "who's there?" but jihoon doesn't respond. he waits for someone to grumpily get out of a chair to come open the door for him.

"who the hell are y-"

jihoon pushes him roughly aside to bypass into the apartment. the stench of alcohol floats in the air and the rooms are darkened, only lit by neon signs and pink LED tape lining the ceiling.

he spots his target.

"jihoon?"

"hey that sounds familiar... isn't that your girlfriend's name? jiyoon, right?" someone asks, giggling drunkenly. hansol seems very sober at this point and he laughs nervously.

"seriously? that's what you chose?" jihoon rolls his eyes. hansol winces apologetically.

"hey, dude seriously, who the fuck are you?" asks the man who opened the door.

jihoon looks at hansol expectantly. he looks nervous and stunned. he clearly doesn't know what to do. 'friend' would do a disservice to jihoon and more than likely piss him off. 'boyfriend' would have hansol permanently uninvited and probably beat up.

seeing as hansol isn't going to do anything, jihoon groans and rolls his eyes, striding toward hansol seated on the couch. the places next to him are empty.

"you're hopeless."

jihoon straddles him and grabs a fistful of his shirt. he silences hansol's surprise with a deep kiss. hansol's arms find their natural place around jihoon's lower back and his fingers just have to crumple jihoon's flannel. it just feels right and so natural. he only focused on jihoon's lips hungrily chasing his...

hansol nearly forgets his friends.

so he pushes jihoon off to one end of the couch, "hey!" he yells with a scared look on his face

jihoon laughs crazily, wiping at his lips with the back of his hand. he lounges on the corner of the couch and watches hansol look around nervously at the rest of his friends.

"...hansol are you-"

"no!"
"yeah,"

hansol and jihoon lock eyes.

"i'm not!"

jihoon sighs, leaning back, "you liked it though,"

"what are you doing?" hansol whispers, looking genuinely terrified and jihoon is only a little bit more than sorry. it's okay though, he'll make it up to him later tonight.

"i just think it's quite pathetic of you, sol. trying to hide yourself like this," jihoon's clothes are rumpled up from all the action. his aura is something like still water of a lake; very calm but so unpredictable.

"i thought it was funny how you talk about this wonderful and, i'm assuming, graphic little relationship you have without actually putting my name into it." jihoon's voice is sultry and provocative. hansol trembles.

"what does he tell you?" jihoon asks one.

"uh... well, he did mention how well his name sounded from her..." the one sitting next to jihoon on the floor answers nervously and wide-eyed. he drinks from his can. jihoon hums and looks back to hansol, raising an eyebrow.

he smirks, "you're quite right, i do enjoy the way your name tastes on my tongue too,"

"what else?"

it's a bit like torture, hansol thinks. how he has to sit through jihoon exposing him and picking his lies apart one by one. it's also kind of new and... truthfully, exciting.

"okay stop-!"

"shame, i think i was about to hear something very naughty."

"jihoon what do you want? what was this for? to embarrass me? to out me? why would you do that?"

jihoon sits still for a moment. "because i hated you telling my stories but not using my name. you tell these assholes 'jiyoon this and that, jiyoon did this, jiyoon did that'- i'm sick! you're scared of them?" jihoon points to the three other men around. they look afraid at being called out.

hansol hangs his head, "...yeah, actually."

the guy who opened the door speaks up, "w-why? we... don't hate you for this, you know? at least i don't." the other two are quick to agree. hansol raises his head.

"yeah, we don't have a problem with you being gay," another laughs. "just who you are." he crushes his can and makes the shot into the trash bin, letting out a soft "yes!"

"told you." jihoon says. he sees the relief flood hansol and goes to hug him.

"don't be scared of yourself, baby. it's your first friendship filter to the rest of the world." he whispers.

"so, you're his boyfriend?"

jihoon nods, "three years. by the way, hansol never let me join you guys. said you were a tough crowd."

they all laugh, "it's just excessive alcohol, to be honest. hansol doesn't drink much anymore since the other time he had to be picked up." jihoon chuckles at the memory.

"but you're always welcome to join."

jihoon turns to hansol, still recovering from the whole experience. he laughs at the state of his boyfriend and asks if he's okay with his eyes and his smile.

hansol nods, "i love you."

"alright, if you're gonna PDA it in here then you'll be uninvited." one jokes. hansol comes back into it and sits up with his hands surrendering, "hey, sorry about that. i'll try, but jihoon does get a bit handsy with alcohol in him."

2/1/22 - 3:25AM

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watch for mega indulgent soonhoon