Seungcheol got up and looked at the person lying next to him.
"Good, as always." Jihye stretched and smiled lazily.
The air smelled musty, of sex, sweat, and cigarettes. It was a cheap love hotel that Jihye had randomly picked. The receptionist did not care if they were underage.
"Wanna stay the whole night?" Jihye asked.
"What about your boyfriend?" Seungcheol queried.
"He's away on a work trip." Jihye shrugged. "I told him to buy me something nice."
"Does he know you're cheating on him?" Seungcheolwas curious.
jihye blinked in surprise and then laughed. "Do you care?"
"Not really." Seungcheol reached out to light up a cigarette.
"Didn't think you would." Jihye sat up as well and snatched the cigarette away from him.
Seungcheol glared but let him be. He lit up another.
They smoked in silence for a few minutes before Jihye spoke up.
"He knows. He sleeps with other people too, you know."
"Well, at least it's honest," Seungcheol commented.
"He takes me to fancy places. Buys me nice things. Gives me a good allowance," Jihye said cheerfully. "We have fun together."
A strange unease wavered inside Seungcheol. Then again, who was he to judge?
"Whatever works for you," he told Jihye honestly.
He felt a kiss on his shoulder blade. An odd gesture coming from Jihye.
"Mr.choi?"
Seungcheol looked sideways and to his surprise, Jihye had a thoughtful look on his face.
"If I'm rich one day, can I buy you?"
"What?"
"Just answer me."
Seungcheol was pretty sure that even for them, this was a fucked up conversation.
"No," he answered coolly.
That pretty face twisted in an amused smile. "Thought so."
Before Seungcheol could say anything further, Jihye had pushed him down and climbed on top.
It was clear what he wanted. Jihye had always been aggressive.
A sudden thought crossed Cheol's mind.
What would Jeonghan be like in bed?
How would those black eyes look at his lover in the midst of sex?
Not that he'd ever know, Seungcheol told himself, unreasonably angry before he pulled Jihye towards him roughly.
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Jeonghan stared at his pants with wide eyes,
His brain and his bedsheet in a mess.
"Crap," Jeonghan muttered in resignation. He had to clean up and get ready for school. He should dump the bedsheet into the washing machine Immediately.
A knock on his bedroom door caused him to jump.
"Han!," his mother's stern voice called out.
"Y-yeah?" he squeaked.
"Breakfast is on the table. I am leaving first."
It was good that along with therapy, she had started to work again. It had been hard to return to the workforce but his mother had reputation, talent and connections behind her.
"Thanks! Have a good day!" he said almost too chirpily. The stains on his underwear stared at him accusingly.
"You too."
Jeonghan sighed in relief as he heard footsteps faded.
He forced himself to get out of bed and went through the routine like a robot.
A cold shower. Tick.
Incriminating evidence in the washing machine. Done.
A good breakfast. Sorted.
Then there was the chilly air blowing through his face on the way to the train station.
His mind was still swirling.
The dream had been so real. So real that his body was still remembering the contours of hardened bare skin against him. The details were now fuzzy but the intensity which shook him as he came remained.
His imagination was, for once, a liability.
He didn't have any experience to compare with but he couldn't help but wonder about the real thing.
He groaned in frustration.
Was he really fantasising, on a bright Wednesday morning, about sex with Choi Seungcheol?
His mobile phone rang just then. Jeonghan peeked at the screen and gulped.
He considered not picking it up.
Then did so anyway. He was so whipped and the other boy didn't even know. Pathetic.
"Hello!' he greeted cheerfully.
"Are you coming or not?"
"W-what?!" Jeonghan nearly shrieked.
Seungcheol enunciated every word with patience. "You wanted to head to school together. I'm at the station."
Damn. He had forgotten after being a wreck all morning that he had extricated a promise from Cheol to actually turn up for the first class.
"Yes, coming," he replied and felt a flush rising in his cheeks. "I'm nearby."
"Okay. See you," Seungcheol returned sullenly and hung up.
Jeonghan squared his shoulders and took in a deep breath.
He needed to appear normal. At least for now.
What would Seungcheol do if he found out that he was the subject of Jeonghan's very hot wet dream?
"Kill me, probably," Jeonghan mumbled to himself.
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