-'n' Night Stands-🔞

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Three days. That's how long it took for Doyoung to recover from that, well, great night with a stranger named Haruto. Honestly, for him, that was one hell of an experience. The pain, the pleasure- all very new to him. He'd lie if he said he didn't want it one more time, but he was scared. No, not of the pain but of the stranger. He was intimidating, wrapped in an uncomfortable mystery that Doyoung feared to unravel. He feared getting close to him, cause he was not, in any way, ready to let in such a striking human being. He knew Haruto was danger, and he wished to keep that at bay.

Doyoung actually had a pretty good life. With caring family and friends. His closest were all older than him, except one whom he exceptionally adored. He himself was rich, being the son of doctors but his best friend was way richer. Bang Yedam, the aspiring producer in the music industry whom people admired and feared, he was, in some weird game of fate, Doyoung's childhood best friend. Doyoung loved him a lot, although they didn't get to meet very often.

As if to compensate for the lack of communication between, Yedam asked Doyoung to join his late night party with some other friends of his- of various profession. Having nothing better to do, Doyoung agreed. He liked hanging out with and getting to know new people. Besides, he'd have Yedam, probably drink the night away with his dear friend. What more could he ask for??

He did not know one thing though, second time's a miracle, but never not needed.

Doyoung dressed himself in a white shirt, with sky blue swirls of waves near the bottom. He wore a sky blue jeans, a bit darker than the shirt. He had a black watch and a black bracelet on both of his wrists, shiny jewels on most of his fingers. He styled his brown hair with slight perms at the end. As a final touch, some cologne- and yep. He was satisfied with the way he looked. Well, he wasn't planning to steal hearts, but who knows. Maybe he will. I mean, he must, right?

Doyoung attended the party a little after 10 pm. He was an adult already, his parents didn't mind. Like boy had a life to live! Yedam greeted him like the sweetest guy he is, hugging his friend tight with the brightest smile on his face.

"Dobby!!" He cupped Doyoung's face and left a kiss on his nose, "I missed you!!"

Doyoung smiled, "Missed you too, Yedammie hyung." Yedam hugged him again. That's the thing about him- he certainly likes skinship! Doyoung once was quite uncomfortable with that, but with time, he realized- that was how Yedam showed his love. And he was happy being on the receiving end.

"Come join my friends!" Yedam pulled him by the hand. He had his little 'producer gang' drinking on a couch. Doyoung joined them. They all welcomed him, Yedam even praised his dancing skill and all. Doyoung liked the attention for a while, but soon, he got bored with all the terms he did not know. And the attention diverted from him thanks to his quietness. Doyoung started glancing here and there, thinking about what to do. Yedam tried talking to him a few times, but Doyoung's replies were half hearted. Soon, he stood up, whispering to Yedam that he was gonna take a piss. Yedam nodded.

Doyoung aimlessly walked through the room. Yedam knew a lot of people! Of different kinds as well. He found some interesting, talked to them, well, basically flirted. Some of them he liked, some he didn't. But none raised his interest like that hot guy from days ago. He felt disappointed cause he expected another one night stand.

He found a man though. A bit shorter than him, with sleek black hair brushed back. His face was small, fingers long and slender. He wore a black suit, and had that gorgeous dimple on him when he smiled. Doyoung found him pretty. Very very pretty. So, he went to talk. That guy was standing with a group of people, all holding wine glasses. They seemed to be quite immersed in the conversation. Doyoung joined in with a little cough. All of them looked at him in surprise.

"Hi." Doyoung politely said. A lady in silver dress greeted him back. The guy spared a single glance at him, then focused on what he was doing before- listening with a poker face. Doyoung took a wine glass from a nearby waiter. He was about to take a sip when a man standing right across him caught his eyes.

Would you be surprised if I said it was Haruto? Well, maybe not. But Doyoung was. He was so shocked that he audibly gasped, earning loads of concern from the group. Thankfully, Haruto wasn't looking at him. Doyoung quickly delivered the wine glass to where it was and rushed out of the spot. But well, the silver lady called him in concern and her considerably higher voice alerted Haruto.

Who caught one glimpse of that brown hair and he didn't fail recalling his absolute pleasurer- Doyoung. With a smirk, he went after the said guy.

Doyoung fled to the nearest washroom, not knowing he was being followed. He sighed in relief, apparently fooling Haruto. No, he did not wish to cross paths with that handsome devil again! That was not good for any part of his body!

'Damn! Why's he here?? Does Yedammie hyung know him? Fuck! What should I do??'

Doyoung didn't even process his thoughts, before that, a hasty looking Haruto walked through the door. His face lit up as he smiled a filthy one, "Heyyyy." He called with a smirk.

"What do you want?" Doyoung asked, quite surprised.

"Nothing." Haruto shurgged, "Just greeting an old friend."

Doyoung rolled his eyes. Dammit! It wasn't good how his heart beat fast again! There was this thing about Haruto- it makes him weak. Makes him wanna give up, submit himself to those tender touches. It wasn't okay.

Haruto came closer to him, Doyoung stepped back until his back hit the marble walls. Haruto trapped him. He wasn't that close though, he gave Doyoung space, space enough not to let their breaths mix.

"Why didn't you call me?" He asked in a whisper, almost at Doyoung's ear. Doyoung gulped, but replied with spice, "Should I call someone I don't wanna meet again?"

Haruto stepped back, observed Doyoung closely. His eyes moved all over Doyoung's curled up body. The amount of irrelevance of his body language to his speech made Haruto chuckle. Doyoung tried too hard. But his pants said otherwise.

"Why? Got scared, little one?" Haruto teased. Doyoung frowned, "You weren't even that good, okay?"

Haruto raised a brow, "Oh really?" He came closer, his nose touching Doyoung's cheek. Doyoung looked away. He couldn't take it. Meeting eyes with Haruto was already defeating him in the game.

"Then tell me what to do tonight, baby boy." Haruto whipered at his skin, "I'll show you who's the best."

Doyoung shivered first, but then pushed Haruto away. He looked bothered, but not repelled. Funny how Haruto saw through that. He smirked.

"There won't be a second time to that, Haruto." Doyoung sternly said, "It's better if you leave now."

Doyoung walked past him, intentionally bumping his shoulder with him. However, Haruto on his back smiled on his own. Oh the restraint! The small try to win against his own body! Kim Doyoung was a gem! A fucking toy to play with.

Haruto followed him, quickly catching up. Doyoung was walking fast. Haruto managed to walk by his side. Leaning down to his ear, he spoke, "Bet you wanna cover that up, sweety."

And Doyoung looked downwards, only to see a huge tent poking out of his sky blue jeans.

'Oh fuck! Why now??'

He put both of his hands to his front, hiding the obvious turn on- something he got by talking to Haruto a second time. Great. And what's worse- Haruto followed him like a shadow; like a predator waiting for his prey.

Great. Kim Doyoung's life was fucking great!