WEAK SPOT [YEONBIN]

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Soobin squeezes his eyes shut. Yeonjun presses his palm deeper into the tent of the other's pants.

"You like it? hmm?"

Soobin stays quiet. He keeps his eyes shut until he feels Yeonjun's weight shift. His eyes open, Yeonjun's on his knees in between Soobin's parted legs. The blonde seems to be in a trance, eyes fixated on the task at hand and he smoothly zips the fly of Soobin's pants.

The view makes Soobin's heart skip a beat. He can feel the heat rush into his cheeks.

"I can't believe this is happening." Soobin swallows. Mouth suddenly dry.

Yeonjun gaze darts upwards, meeting Soobin's. "What do you mean?" He says as he begins to tug on the boy's pant leg.

"A-All of it. But this- ah! T-This..." Soobin's eyes flutter shut, lips agape as Yeonjun licks a strip up his still clothed shaft. "Mmm?"

"T-This. Seeing you... like this."

Yeonjun falters, pausing. He looks up again, Soobin immediatley misses the warmth.

Yeonjun cracks a smile, eyes looking black.

"Like this... why?"

Soobin swallows. "Like... I never thought I'd see you on your knees like this."

Yeonjun chuckles, he looks away from Soobin and bites his lower lip. Soobin tenses a bit, noticing Yeonjun back away. "I really wish you didn't say that."

The boy stands.

"W-What-" Soobin's speech is cut by a firm pressure on his neck. He looks up at Yeonjun, eyes widening.

Yeonjun stands now, hand wrapped around his best friend's neck. He squeezes firmly, leaning in close so the tip of his nose touches Soobin's.

"Don't you dare fucking say some stupid shit like that again. Or this cute little friends with benefits thing going on is fucking over. Not just over, but it'll be hell."

Yeonjun squeezes harder. Soobin's speechless, eyes turning bloodshot from the fear and pressure on his neck.

"You got it?" Yeonjun nearly spits. Soobin nods to the best of his ability. Yeonjun releases him, pushing him a bit more into the bed.

Yeonjun stands looking pissed. Chest heaving slightly.

"I... I can't- ugh. Fuck. Just, never mind. I'll see you later." Yeonjun groans, seeming to clear up a bit, it reminds Soobin to take a breath. Yeonjun heads towards the door but seems to pause.

"Wait."

Yeonjun halts completely at the doorway, but doesn't turn to look at the speaker.

"Y-Yeonjun..." Soobin's voice shakes.

"You... you ever touch me like that again. You'll never see me again. I swear."

Yeonjun turns around at this, arms crossed, leaning against the frame.

"Not the first time you've said that. Definitely not the last" Yeonjun shrugs his shoulders.

"Bye, Soobin."

Yeonjun turns, and walks out of the room. 

Soobin sits there in disbelief. He raises his hand, fingertips dancing across the inflamed skin of his neck.

What the fuck.

Soobin groans, eyes squinting shut. The pressure is intense, and his eyes water.