Besfriend's Boyfriend | sunsun

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Breathe. Just breathe.

Everything was okay. Sunghoon was okay.

Focus on breathing. Focus on everything and anything else.

The shower turned off and Sunghoon's heart dropped before it went into overdrive. His hand ripped from his sweatpants like he had finally set aflame. Messily, he wiped it over the fabric, stomach spinning at the thought of what it was he was getting rid of.

Every dirty thought, every inappropriate need, ran through Sunghoon's mind again at double speed.

Now, without Sunoo's moans to drown out his panic and his hand to turn pain into pleasure, everything came crashing down on him.

Sunghoon had just came.

Sunghoon had just came whilst Sunoo was in the room next to him.

Sunghoon had just came whilst Sunoo was in the room next to him and coming as well.

Standing up so violently fast, like it was the bed that was on fire, Sunghoon stared at the bathroom door and listened to the sound of his heart beating throughout his body.

Sunoo was on the other side of that door.

Wet and naked and covered in cum.

No. Sunghoon wasn't thinking about that. He wasn't.

He had been. It had been all Sunghoon had thought about for an amazing thirty seconds before reality set in. But not now. And never again.

The door slowly began to open and Sunghoon felt his blood turn cold, yet his cheeks burned until they were flushed red.

"Oh-" Sunoo's eyes grew wide and his body seemed to still before he realised that he was naked, leading his hands to lift and cover his exposed chest.

Sunghoon followed the action, finally piecing together the images in his head with the reality of a naked, wet Sunoo.

Fuck.

Sunghoon looked away.

He didn't want to commit that image to memory. Sunghoon didn't care about how smooth Sunoo's skin was or how pretty his tattoos looked or how muscula-

"I didn't know you were-"

"Need to shower." Sunghoon rushed out, tense and choked as he averted his eyes and walked straight past Sunoo into the bathroom.

There was no way he could look at Sunoo for a second longer, not when he had been imagining that face screwed up in pleasure only moments ago.

He pushed into the room and slammed the door shut way too eagerly to not be suspicious but he didn't care.

With it shut, he fell against the door, forehead pressed into the wood. Thankful for the stability, sure he couldn't stand up on his own, Sunghoon fell into bewildered silence.

Sunghoon needed answers.

Before it was obvious, and now it was detrimental to his sanity. If he was confused before, now, with Sunoo's moans still echoing in his mind, Sunghoon wasn't even sure he was still conscious.

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Sunoo had spent his entire day trying to discern when Sunghoon had walked into their room. The reason that knowledge was so important was that his dignity and will to live relied on whether Sunghoon had walked into their room before or after he had cum.