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Never be like you

How do I make you wanna stay?
Hate sleeping on my own, missing the way you taste
Now I'm fucked up and I'm missing you
He'll never be like you

The rain came down in sheets, blurring the neon lights outside Taesan's apartment window. The city pulsed with energy, but inside, the only sound was the heavy rhythm of his breathing. His fingers curled around the glass of whiskey, the burn in his throat doing nothing to drown the fire already raging in his veins.

Leehan was gone. Again. And this time, Taesan wasn't sure if he was coming back.

Their love was never simple. It was tangled in unspoken words, in the heated glances across a crowded room, in the way Leehan would push him away only to pull him back in with a kiss that left Taesan breathless. He should've known better than to crave something so intoxicating—to let himself be consumed by a man who thrived on control just as much as he did.

Leehan's fingers trembled as he unlocked the door to his own apartment, his body still thrumming with the memory of Taesan's touch. He dragged a hand through his damp hair, his lips still swollen, his skin tingling in all the places Taesan had claimed.

He dropped onto the couch, exhaling shakily. He shouldn't have left. He knew it. He knew it the moment he saw the way Taesan's smirk twisted into something darker, something hungry. But Leehan didn't know how to stay. He didn't know how to admit that every time Taesan touched him, whispered filth into his ear, he unraveled.

His phone buzzed. He didn't need to check to know who it was. He hesitated before finally giving in.

Taesan: "Come back."

Two words. Simple. Direct. Commanding.

Leehan's breath hitched. He clenched his thighs together, his body already betraying him. How many times had he sworn he wouldn't go back, only to end up under Taesan again, moaning his name like a prayer?

"He'll never be like you..." he whispered to himself, his voice hoarse. He had tried. God, he had tried to replace Taesan—to find someone else who could make him feel this wrecked, this desperate, this utterly addicted. But no one could ever compare.

Taesan didn't sleep. He just sat on the couch, legs spread wide, his mind replaying the way Leehan had looked at him tonight—like he wanted to be ruined. The door clicked open just past 2 a.m.

His lips curled into a knowing smirk.

Leehan stood there, rain-soaked and breathless, his pupils blown wide. Taesan's gaze dragged over him slowly, deliberately, watching the way Leehan shivered under his stare.

"How do I make you wanna stay?" Leehan asked, his voice rough. "I hate sleeping on my own. I miss the way you taste."

Taesan leaned back, spreading his arms across the couch. "Then why do you keep running?" he asked lazily, though the heat in his eyes told a different story.

Leehan swallowed hard. "Because you ruin me."

Taesan chuckled, low and dangerous. "You love it."

Leehan bit his lip, and that was all it took. In a second, Taesan was on him, pressing him against the wall, hands gripping his wrists, lips tracing the curve of his jaw.

"Stop looking at me like that," Leehan breathed, his body arching into Taesan's.

"Like I own you?" Taesan murmured against his skin. "Because I do."

Leehan whimpered as Taesan's hands roamed lower, his control unraveling with every touch. "Tell me everything's okay," he begged, gasping as Taesan nipped at his throat. "Because I got it now. I get it. I can't lose you."

Taesan grinned against his skin, dragging his fingers down Leehan's trembling body. "You won't. But tonight... you're mine."

Leehan didn't argue. He never did.

And as Taesan pulled him into the bedroom, shutting the world out, he knew he never would.

The morning after was always a blur. Tangled sheets, sweat-slicked skin, and the lingering heat of the night before. Leehan stirred first, his body sore in the best way possible. The sunlight spilled through the curtains, casting golden hues over Taesan's sleeping form.

Leehan studied him, the sharp angles of his face softened by sleep. His heart clenched. He didn't want to leave, but he didn't know how to stay without losing himself completely.

Taesan shifted, eyes cracking open as a lazy smirk played on his lips. "You're staring."

Leehan huffed, rolling onto his back. "Shut up."

Taesan propped himself up on one elbow, reaching over to brush a thumb across Leehan's bruised lips. "Thinking about running again?"

Leehan hesitated. "No."

Taesan's brow lifted in amusement. "Good. Because you belong here, with me."

Leehan exhaled, letting himself sink into the warmth of Taesan's embrace.

Taesan wasn't satisfied yet. He knew Leehan was still teetering, still uncertain. And that wouldn't do.

He rolled over, trapping Leehan beneath him, pinning his wrists above his head. "Last night wasn't enough?" Taesan whispered against his lips, his breath hot, teasing. "You still need me to remind you who you belong to?"

Leehan gasped, his legs parting instinctively as Taesan pressed closer, his weight sending a shiver down Leehan's spine. "Taesan..."

"Say it," Taesan demanded, trailing his lips down Leehan's throat, leaving fresh marks over already bruised skin. "Tell me you're mine."

Leehan arched into him, his breath hitching. "I'm yours."

Taesan smirked. "Good. Now prove it."

And Leehan did. Again. And again.

By the time the sun had fully risen, Leehan wasn't just breathless—he was completely undone.