Dangerous Liaisons || HyunHo

Chapter 24

Really long chapter ahead.
TW : drug use
CW: sexual content, drug use, angst.

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In Pieces

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With one last powerful thrust, Chan buried himself deep inside Seungmin and let out a loud groan as he released, fingers squeezing the younger’s hips tightly. Seungmin didn’t move, his fingers white with how hard he was gripping the table; he was panting, sweat slowly running down his forehead, his neck, his back, his thighs, and a heavy blush spread on his cheeks and chest. The two boys remained still and silent, catching their breaths before Chan slid his hands to Seungmin’s stomach and slowly pulled him against his chest. The younger boy let his head fall back against Chan’s shoulder, closing his eyes as he did so, his chest rising and falling heavily, and placed one hand over Chan’s. 

“Are you okay?” Chan whispered against Seungmin’s cheek, placing a kiss there. 

“Yeah,” the younger breathed. 

Chan kissed the boy’s temple and slowly pulled out of him, his hands going back to Seungmin’s hips and pressed his lips on the younger’s nape. He then moved away and went to get his clothes to get dressed, Seungmin following. Once they were both wearing clothes, they started cleaning and tidying the classroom, double-checking for any trace of their activities or their presence here and headed out. 

“Thank you for today,” Chan said once they were outside the building. “I’m sorry I kept you even though your day was over.”

“It’s okay,” Seungmin smiled. “I’ll head home now. See you tomorrow?”

“Yeah, of course. Sleep well, Seungmin,” Chan said.

Seungmin walked back to the bus stop and waited for a few minutes before the vehicle arrived. He climbed into the bus and easily found a seat - the bus being almost empty -, leaning his head against the window and letting out a heavy sigh. He was tired - no, exhausted; and sore, in pain, so much pain, not only physically but also emotionally. His heart hurt so much as if it had broken - physically broken. Every time Chan used him, it felt like he tore Seungmin's heart, ripped it into pieces and stepped on it. The tears he wished he could let fall didn’t even pool in his eyes. He was in so much pain he wanted to cry it all out, but he couldn’t: his eyes were dry. 

Seungmin got off the bus and slowly walked to his house, his heart heavy as he knew his father was gone: it had been three months already. He opened the front door and let his backpack fall on the floor before kicking his shoes off. Turning the light on, he went to the kitchen and started looking around for alcohol, sighing in relief when he found several bottles of soju and cheongju, then vodka in the freezer. He was glad his father was someone who saw a lot of people and therefore always had alcohol provisions in case he decided to have friends over.

The boy took the bottles with him and went to the living room, placing the bottles on the coffee table before plopping down on the sofa. He stared into nothing for a long moment, head empty; suddenly, he got up, walked to the vinyl player and placed the large black CD on before gently placing the stylus on the object. He let his shoulders relax as soon as the sound hit his ears, soft and gentle, some kind of classic country music that his father loved. Seungmin went back to the couch and opened a bottle of soju, downing it quickly and letting out a sigh when it was empty, putting it on the coffee table.