[completed. just a simple smut story, don't take it too seriously]
Yeosang's touch was like fire, and the taste of his lips cherry sweet - so addicting, that Wooyoung soon found himself longing for more than just their random hook ups. But the olde...
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"You like that, baby boy?"
Wooyoung kept his eyes closed, carelessly letting the wet tongue twirl around his own while the deep voice was echoing in his ears. He did like it, to a certain degree - enough for his body to react to it at least, but it wasn't the same.
It wasn't the same, as it had been with Yeosang.
But several weeks had passed since he so foolishly had gotten his hope up, and he was now left with an uncomfortable feeling inside - with an emptiness where his heart should be, and with another random stranger between his legs.
He hadn't heard from the older since he got the news that Yeosang was planning to move away, and if the move had happened already was unknown to him. And although Wooyoung had gotten the rights to be the one to take initiative too, he hadn't taken advantage of it yet.
It all just hurt way too much.
Messy kisses and a rough pace on the sheets, while their bodies slammed together with moans so loud that Wooyoung could have fooled anyone, including himself.
Still, his mind kept drifting off to another place - another time, with a different male touching him, kissing him and letting his heart believe in his own self-made and unsaid promises.
Wooyoung remembered him so clearly; the cerise hair and the brandeis blue eyes with the pretty details of lemon shades. The fair skin, which felt like the softest silk under his fingertips - and the crimson lips that would kiss him so deeply.
Every color would explode behind his closed eyelids, and take him back to the memories he knew he should just forget. They weren't meant to be, and Yeosang never cared about him - and Wooyoung could only blame himself for falling for someone like that.
It was the same thing every time; Wooyoung would pick up a hot stranger from whatever nightclub or bar he ended up in, get a good one-night stand like so many times before - but he would always end up lost in the aching pictures in his mind, painted with all the colors he had come to love so heartbreakingly much.
And every morning when he stumbled through the busy streets, ignoring the judgmental stares, all the colors had vanished into a drowning black.
He would walk down the sidewalk and empty the bottle of vodka he had held onto from the night before, and roll his eyes at the mothers who shielded their children's eyes as they passed him by. But when he returned to his small room at Yunho's place, sitting alone in the silence as his cousin had left for work - loneliness came to claim him.
Wooyoung hid himself under the covers, snuggled up with his pillow in his arms and tears about to break loose.
But this time was different from the previous ones. Even after a long shower he still felt the last stranger's hands on his skin, he heard the deep groans echo through his ears, and his heart broke into pieces at the reminder that it wasn't Yeosang's name he had called out when he came all over himself.
Suddenly, he felt fed up with himself - with feeling so powerless and naive. Wooyoung had had enough of one-night stands picked up from the random bars, while he deep down so desperately hoped he would run into the handsome lawyer.
There was just one problem; he was the only one who could change it.
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"Wanna go out tonight?" Yunho asked, looking rather concerned, as he leaned his tall body against the doorframe to Wooyoung's room.
"Nah, not in the mood..." Wooyoung mumbled back from his bed.
His laptop was on the nightstand, with some random movie running - but he didn't even notice what was happening on the screen.
It was the forth weekend in a row that Wooyoung declined the offer to join his cousin on a night out - something so uncommon for him that even Yunho, who used to think Wooyoung partied too much, was starting to worry.
Yunho left shortly after, leaving Wooyoung alone with his movie and his thoughts.
A lot of things had happened during the past four months; Wooyoung had gotten his first full-time job at a supermarket, nothing fancy at all and it clashed with his old lifestyle of partying till dawn. But that was another change, he didn't feel the need to go out and get shit wasted anymore, and he would go to bed early with no regrets to get a good night's rest for work the next day.
He had dyed his jet black locks dark blonde, and cut the length a bit - and he didn't even bother to wear any kind of makeup anymore.
His life had changed, but when he was alone he couldn't run from the reality that he only did all that to hide the hurt he still carried with him.
Wooyoung rolled out of bed about an hour after Yunho had left. He felt hungry and grabbed his jacket and keys to go out to buy some take away food. But when he opened the door to the apartment, he didn't get far.
Standing on the other side, hand raised and ready to knock on the door - looking as handsome as ever - was no other than Kang Yeosang.
"Oh," the older said surprised, and his hand slowly fell to his side again.
"W-what are you doing here?" Wooyoung mumbled, while he stared at the older in complete shock.
"I was in town and wanted to check up on you," Yeosang replied. "Haven't heard from you in a while..."
"Haven't heard from you either, so..." A shrug fell from Wooyoung's shoulders, as he tried to look as careless as possible, but he was sure that the pain was as visible as lasers from his eyes.
"Are you going out?" Yeosang then asked, and it might have been Wooyoung's imagination - but the older did sound a bit disappointed.
The keys were clinking against each other, hanging from Wooyoung's hand while he moved around a bit uneasily. He shrugged his shoulders again but instantly realized that the small move didn't make sense as a reply.
A brief moment of silence snuck in between them, and Wooyoung slowly lowered his head to stare at the floor.
"You dyed your hair?"
One nod - that was all Wooyoung was able to let go of, but he still didn't look up.
"It looks good," Yeosang hummed and his voice was causing a wrecking storm of emotions to erupt inside of Wooyoung. "You look good."
How the following happened was unclear to Wooyoung, but suddenly he was sitting on the couch with Yeosang next to him - the silence between them was uncomfortable and heavy, and stopping the all the things Wooyoung wanted to say.
In a weak moment Wooyoung turned his head and looked at Yeosang - let his eyes catch onto all the wonderful colors that he had missed so much. His hand was itching from the longing to reach out and dive through the pink hair, and his lips nearly trembling from the need for the older's cherry sweet, addicting taste.
Yeosang then turned his head as well, and his eyes burned directly into Wooyoung's with a stare that didn't let go. And Wooyoung was falling even harder than he already had, straight to the bottom of the ocean he had lied to himself about having overcome.
He was still drowning, swimming in dangerous waters - but in that moment he didn't care at all.
His lips was pressed against Yeosang's only seconds later, finally getting what he had been wanting for months now. His heart was filled to the brim with feelings he shouldn't allow himself to feel, but it was impossible when Yeosang's hands slid down his body and their tongues met once again.
Wooyoung got hard right away, and he left impatient moans on Yeosang's tongue while their bodies were grinding against each other. He felt high despite being completely sober, and that was when it hit him...
Maybe he wasn't in love with Yeosang - in that very moment it was hard to tell - but he couldn't run from the fact that he was completely, and utterly addicted to him.
