SEXYBACK : hyunsung ✓

𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐍

Hyunjin wanted more of it. That was, later on in the taxi ride back home, Hyunjin's realization. BDSM is too much to describe in words. And Hyunjin knew that the second he looked at any other man, nobody could ever give him what Jisung did. Just from that night, his respect for the Dom stacked higher.

The first step into the penthouse apartment compartment was heavy. But we know Hyunjin, he was not afraid to show what he had done. If someone asked him why he was walking so weirdly, he would give them a detailed account of what happened at Mr. Han's mansion.

But no one asked. Meanwhile, Hyunjin took two steps at a time and couldn't wait to see Jeongin again. This was the longest the two had been apart since they met. "What's my favorite person doin' without me?" Hyunjin hummed to himself as he opened the door.

"Don't you dare let me hear a word you say." He hadn't imagined Jeongin's welcoming committee to be this cordial.

Hyunjin puffed his cheeks out and shuffled sock-footed to the living room table. His shoes and bag were left outside the door. "But-"

Jeongin held up a finger. "No."

The boy had half a forest's worth of paper lying around him. Four different textbooks; one thicker than Hyunjin's resume if recorded in detail.

"Later?" The dancer batted his eyelashes.

"Let me think for a second..." Jeongin's voice was about as dry as toast left in the toaster for ten minutes instead of two. "No."

Hyunjin sniffled and drifted off, pouting. Then the next second he was flat on the floor. "Such a fuckin' shit my fuckin' nose I'm goin' to..." The culprit? Jeongin's charging cable. But Hyunjin didn't get any sympathy for that either.

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Still, the other dancer woke Hyunjin up from his "power nap" before they got ready. "Your stages should have all stayed the same, by the way..." Jeongin remarked one of Hyunjin's headphones in his ear as the two set off.

Hyunjin bristled. "What's supposed to change?"

He shrugged his shoulders in response. "I didn't notice it myself, but somehow one of us was supposed to complain and then Kira was screamed at by the boss."

Hyunjin locked the door behind the two. "What does Kira have to do with this?"

Jeongin popped his gum bubble. "I bet whoever did this wanted it to look like it was her fault."

"People are disgustin'."

"You got that right..." Jeongin suddenly stopped in front of the automatic door at the entrance and performed movements that resembled a seizure. But as quick as it started, it was over and Jeongin continued walking as if nothing had ever happened. "Have I told you how much homework I have?"

Hyunjin rolled his eyes playfully. As if he hadn't seen that.

Jeongin didn't mind his silence and continued his narrative. "Anyway, this one geezer from my reading felt he had to catch up on the subject matter he can't teach himself.... and how? We have to read the whole booklet by ourselves! Until next week!" His arms flew through the air. As he did so, he bumped into a dancer entering the penthouse next to them. Half-assed, he bowed and apologized. "I'm telling you, this guy is out of his mind," he cursed.

Hyunjin yawned as they jogged down the stairs to the locker room. "I woke up 'n hour ago, calm your tits.... please." Jeongin continued to mutter.

They walked to their seats and changed. Hyunjin yawned again and rubbed his eyes. Then he remembered: I still have to do my makeup... He groaned and squeezed his feet into the high heels he had randomly grabbed from the closet.