WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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"Why the hell did Meg run from your house."

"Huh?"

Yeonjun quirks his eyebrow. Soobin stands on his porch, leaning against the wood. An unamused gaze rests on his face.

"You can't just keep coming to my house like this. Especially after you fuck someone else then threaten them for whatever reason."

"Uh, I didn't do anything. She was late for something. You're so fucking weird, just let me in before your dad comes home." Yeonjun huffs at the bottom of the steps, Soobin stands there annoyed.

"I hate you."

Yeonjun rolls his eyes and begins walking up the steps, brushing past Soobin.

"I know."

The door closes behind them, Yeonjun stands at the center of the dark living room. Shadows of trees outside the window dance across the floor. Yeonjun noticed the yellow glow at the top of the staircase. He looks back at Soobin whose eyes are fixated beside the latter. Soobin walks in his direction, beginning to walk around Yeonjun

"Hey!" He grabs the boy's arm. "What!" Soobin groans, snatching his arm back, backing into the direction of the stairwell. "Can you just chill out. I want to be in my room. I didn't say you couldn't come."He continues, shaking his head. Yeonjun smiles.

They walk up the steps. Soobin starts to feel a bit hot. Maybe from earlier, he thinks. Seeing Meg from his window leave Yeonjun's apartment in a rushed manner had him feeling hot and uncomfortable in his chest. Body all tensed.

But she was gone, Yeonjun kicked her out for him. No, don't think like that. Soobin can't understand what he feels at the moment, his hot best friend walking up close behind him, up the stairs to his bedroom.

God, I'm actually so mad at him.

"I can't believe you slept with her and now I'm letting you sleep in my bed right after, unbelievable." Soobin huffs, ducking into his room.

Yeonjun's face twists up, "Huh? What?"

He enters the room, looking at the bed. Soobin's not looking back. "What'd you say?"

Soobin sighs and kicks off his shoes, "What? What do you mean what?" he rubs his thighs, looking up at Yeonjun who stands in front of him.

Yeonjun was mesmerized by the way his fringe fell into his face, or the way eye contact hadn't been broken yet.

Yeonjun cracks a small smile, one side more quirked up than the other.

"I didn't fuck her Soobin. I ended it."

What?

He what?

"R-Really?" Soobin's eyes widened.

"Yeah..."

"That's why she was crying?!"

Yeonjun scoffs, "Obviously"

Soobin breathes in deep. More of that sweet, hot feeling rushes over him.

"O-Oh. Wow. Okay. Cool."

Yeonjun nods.

It gets quiet. Yeonjun looks away

Just say it.

"Yeonjun..."

He looks back, Soobin can't catch his breath. Yeonjun's gaze is razor sharp, eyes so beautiful but cold, something indescribable. Surreal.

Yeah surreal... definitely,

"Come. You can sit next to me?"

Yeonjun's eyes widen, expression softening. "Oh. Yeah, awesome." He sits next to Soobin, eyes glancing immediately down at the boy's pants.

Soobin looks down and gasps.

Yeonjun throws his head back, unable to contain his laughe. "No way, you're hard right now. This can't be real."

This can't be real, Soobin's face flushes a deep pink, he twists away but suddenly there's a hand on his knee.

"I can... you know?"

Soobin's eyes widen. He slowly looks over at Yeonjun who, to his surprise, has the same soft expression.

"Really? Are you serious?" Soobin manages to say. Yeonjun bites his lip and sighs. Soobin watches the other's eyes divert to his pants again, and a smile begins to form on Yeonjun's face.

"I could put my mouth on you?"

Soobin pauses, nearly choking once more. M-Mouth?

"I'll do whatever you want. I don't mind choking on it. It's whatever, it's chill." Yeonjun shrugs.

Soobin takes in a sneaky breath. Yeonjun waits for answer.

After a moment. Soobin nods ,

Yeonjun effortlessly slides off the bed and onto his knees in front of Soobin. Like it was natural. The vulnerable yet powerful display was unexpected for Soobin. He almost wishes Yeonjun never said or did anything tonight. Instead, he complicated things.

But it feels so good. Like nothing he's ever felt as Yeonjun places his palm over the bulge, pressing down. He extends and swipes his thumb from side to side against the fabric causing Soobin to throw his head back.

Yeonjun watches Soobin who seems enthusiastic about this sexual encounter.

It reminded him of when they used to play doctor in childhood. Yeonjun loved that Soobin was already loving it. Beautiful.

Yeonjun pulls his hand back, licking his lips before leaning forward, gently pressing his lips against Soobin's crotch.

"I'm gonna get that asshole. Gonna call the fucking cops! Fucking loser, drug dealing, satan, fucking, fucking fuck, ever!" Meg screams. Kicking her desk chair, It falls with a bang.

Meg yelps, clutching her ankle.

"Fucking bitch."

She grits her teeth.

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(3/27/2022)