The Great Pretender

An End to Pretending

Seunghyun felt like he'd had more sex in one night than in the rest of his life combined. Jiyong was insatiable, reaching for him again and again throughout the night, eager to teach Seunghyun everything he knew over the course of one lesson.

Seunghyun woke in the early hours of morning with Jiyong's mouth on the jut of his hip. He groaned as he rubbed the sleep from his eyes. "Aren't you tired, yet?"

Jiyong giggled as he pressed a soft kiss next to Seunghyun's groin. "Not really," he said. "I'm making up for lost time." He gave the skin there a sharp suck.

Seunghyun's hips jerked under Jiyong's ministrations. "Did you just give me another hickey?" he asked, incredulous.

"Noona said to keep them where people wouldn't see."

Seunghyun was about to bite off some retort when Jiyong's mouth found its way to his cock. The words caught in his throat, mouth open on a soundless gasp.

Whatever. It wasn't important, anyway.

There was something appealing about the idea of waking up in each other's arms. Seunghyun hadn't even realized he'd had that fantasy until he was denied the reality. Instead of waking up to warmth of Jiyong's skin, he was roused by Jiyong's hand on his shoulder, demanding he get up.

"Hyung, wake up. We have a schedule."

Seunghyun frowned against his pillow, not ready to be torn from sleep. He cracked open bleary eyes and saw Jiyong hovering over him wearing nothing but Seunghyun's Spongebob t-shirt. He remembered how much he liked seeing Jiyong like this the last time and pulled him back to bed.

Jiyong laughed as he toppled over into Seunghyun's arms. "We have to get up."

Seunghyun ignored him, cuddling him like a teddy bear as he tried to go back to sleep.

"Hyung."

When Jiyong wouldn't stop squirming, Seunghyun rolled them over and pinned him underneath him, and Jiyong sighed and let him have five more minutes.

Jiyong won in the end, however. He tugged Seunghyun out to the kitchen where breakfast was waiting for them, as well as their other members. Youngbae was wearing this sour look on his face, and Daesung wasn't looking at them at all. The one time Seunghyun caught his eye, Daesung blushed and looked back down at his plate. Seunghyun thought about how loud Jiyong must've been last night, how thin the walls were, and slid awkwardly into his seat.

Seungri was the only one who didn't seem affected. He was munching happily on his breakfast, not paying them any mind, rattling off the details of their itinerary.

Seunghyun hunched over his plate and began to eat, hoped the uncomfortable air would pass. It took a moment, though. When he looked up again, he saw Youngbae staring across the table at Jiyong with his jaw clenched while Jiyong stared back coolly, smile sharp, just daring him to say something. Surly, Youngbae finally backed down and focused his attention back on his food.

They ate mostly in silence, with only Seungri trying to fill the space with words, but that didn't mean there wasn't communication within the quiet, with glances and smiles instead of speech. Jiyong touched him like he was entitled to, as if the elephant in the room didn't exist, moving with ease throughout the tension. He scooped out an extra serving of rice once Seunghyun had picked his bowl clean, squeezing Seunghyun's thigh when he smiled in thanks. Jiyong watched Seunghyun's mouth as he chewed and grinned when Seunghyun caught him looking.

Youngbae's surliness slowly subsided, but Jiyong's smile never did. He just kept smiling at Seunghyun and touching him till Seunghyun finally realized that it was more than just a display of affection; it was a message to the others: get used to it. He sort of admired Jiyong for it, the way he could normalize a situation by sheer force of will.