Random Oneshots Pt. 2

L. Sanghyeok x K. Hyukku: {.. Well} [M-ish]

And here, the ship that, for some reason, is lowkey not talked abt (I'm a ChoKer main, but, I can make room for DeftKer)

POV: 3rd Person

  Hyukku, or well, Deft, has always been indifferent towards his former school classmate, Sanghyeok, or now, Faker. The man is, of course, very well known, and Deft wasn't so offline to where he doesn't know about the 'Mapoduo' status between the two of them. They don't usually talk about each other unless prodded to, and while Hyukku is indifferent, Sanghyeok seems very light when he talks about his former class friend.

  The public thinks that they're probably not even close.

  Not even their fellow teammates think that they're close either. Like enemies, but what they don't realize, is that Hyukku and Sanghyeok are sneaking around when nobody's looking, finding solace in each other's arms.

  Like now, when Hyukku had gone into the T1 dorms when Sanghyeok notified him that his team was out eating at some new restaurant that had opened and Sanghyeok unfortunately didn't feel too much like going out.

  But now, the older was pinned against the living room couch, fluffy long hair strewn (He needs a haircut, but his team said that he had looked cute), glasses lopsided on his face and his lips are swollen, bruised and bitten. Sanghyeok tries catching his breath, but finds himself unable to when Hyukku's lips are back on his, knee pressed against between his legs and pushing further to elicit a soft sound from the shorter.

  "H-Hyuk-" A gasp leaves his lips, pale slender fingers grasping at the male's shoulders who kisses at his neck, careful to not leave marks lest he wants the team to find out and get jumped by the two big guards. While Hyunjun (Doran) and Minseok were his former teammates, Sanghyeok had a way to make anyone protect him. "A-ah, wait, not here." And Hyukku frowns, grumbling against the older man's neck, gripping at his hips to keep him there while he grinds against the man who all but moans.

  The door to the dorm was just across from where they were, multiple unorganized shoes in the way of the entrance, and anyone could walk in right now to catch them like this. With the Lee "Faker" Sanghyeok moaning his name, telling him to stop but still grinding against his growing erection. For some reason, it seems to send the both of them on a thrill.

  "You're so pretty like this, under me." He stares down at the cat-eyed man who looks up with wide eyes, the flush creeping up from under his T1 uniform that he never takes off, up his neck, and spreading from his cheeks to his ears. So pretty. Hyukku knows the man can barely even see his expression because his glasses are not on, falling down to the tip of his nose, but the way he looks into his eyes, pupils dilated, spreads warmth all over him.

  With a single hand, he gathers Sanghyeok's wrist, pinning them against the arm rest and grinds himself against the fellow Mid-Laner, earning strings of moans and soft whimpers that make the man turn away with embarrassment. His other hand trails up the loose shirt, kissing up his abdomen - to which the older had flinched at - and up to his chest, bunching the shirt against Sanghyeok's neck. He kisses just against the man's nipple, and he jerks, grinding down for more friction.

  Hyukku pins his hips down, earning a small whine. "H-Hyukku!.." He breathes out harshly, his glasses fogging up, and he's so adorable like this. So cute when he breaks free from his grip and pulls down his shirt to cover himself shyly. They've been together for about years - harboring crushes since Mapo, and Sanghyeok is still so shy.

  "Hyung, what are you so shy for? I've f*cked you in every position bef-" And he's cut off by a hand that slaps against his mouth, Sanghyeok looks away, flustered at such vulgar wording, as if he was a Victorian exposed to something so outlandish like ankle. Hyukku only laughs and pries his hand away. "Sorry, I won't say it again."

  Sanghyeok finally lets him in, lifting his shirt over his head and revealing his pale skin for Hyukku who licks his lips and dives back in. The door's mechanical buttons being pressed are drowned out by Sanghyeok's one high-pitched moan, and suddenly, the door slams open with Hyeonjoon (Oner) who's wide-eyed and wary at the sound. "Hyung! What happened?! We heard-" He slipped off his shoes and meets Hyukku's face, eyes mirroring his own with how big they were.

  Minhyung was next to his side in an instant, gasping at Sanghyeok's bare chest that was starting to bloom in reds and purples. "You!-" Hyeonjoon screams, "what are you doing here?! And- and- Sanghyeok-Hyung!" He grabs Hyukku by the shirt and pulls him up in such a swift motion that the man felt like he floated for a moment. "Why are you hurting him?!"

  Sanghyeok covers himself with his shirt, pulling it on and getting manhandled to stand behind a tall-standing ADC.

  They are now subjected under the prying eyes, of course, with Sanghyeok getting the: "Oh, honey! Don't be sorry, you're not in trouble!" And poor Hyukku getting the full glare down of a Hyunjun and Minseok - both his former children, that says: "You hurt him, and it's over." In Minseok's small hands is a Kakaotalk group chat of every single LCK player, and with a ready-to-send message of something that would get Hyukku on the LCK's hit list.

  "Minseok-ah.. let's think about this, yeah? I'm not- Sanghyeok isn't hurt, he's not forced - don't send it." Minseok's hands are dangerously close to the button, and Hyeonjoon is pushing him back against the couch, forcing air out of his lungs, and he would've probably mauled him if not for Sanghyeok's slender hands grabbing his wrist.

  "I'm okay, really. We've been.. in a relationship for a while now."

  "What!? For how long?" Minhyung frowns, crossing his arms. There's nothing that Minseok would ever miss, and if Minseok doesn't know, no one else does.

  "We don't.. know. It just happened. It's been a few years, and he's really good, okay?" He clears it up. They were going to tell their teams at some point, but they've never found the right time, and they... well. They liked the thrill of sneaking about, it was mutual, even as neither of them had said anything about it.

  "Can I tell them?" Minseok wiggles his phone and Sanghyeok breathes in, giving Hyukku a look. They're both ready, at least now, Boseong wouldn't be so adamant on getting the man's number.

  They give each other a light nod, a smile spreading on both of their faces, and they're unable to look at each other due to the fluttering butterflies within them. Sanghyeok flushes, and he hums, collecting himself. "I think we can tell them now."

  .. Well. It's safe to say that Boseong walked around like a kicked puppy for about a few months.

  But he did finally get Sanghyeok's number, on friendly terms.

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Author's note: Heh..