seventeen; oneshots

jihoon almost gets laid and soonyoung almost dies

If Jihoon had a mystical genie who could grant him a single wish, he'd most likely wish for true love (of course he'd try to wish for an infinite amount of wishes first, but that never works), not whatever soap opera he got into. Sure, Seungcheol and his boyfriends gangbanging him every Thursday was nice and all, but it wasn't what he wanted. Cuddles at 2 am, holding hands in the rain, being pinned against the lockers of the gym Seungcheol work at; that's what he wanted every day, unfortunately he only got that on Wednesdays. Speaking of which, isn't Wednesday today?

Seungcheol bit hard on his neck, large possessive marks littering his petite chest which will probably get him punched later, but it's all worth it for the dicking. Jihoon moaned a bit too loudly in response, uncaring for the echo spreading throughout the home containing no other souls other than the two topless boys who were hornier than the devil (and a poor dog that has to deal with the noise). 

Hands travelled all over his body before reaching his jeans, the teasing hands hovering over his zipper for a long three seconds until he finally decided to stop his torture. The whole process of undressing was excruciatingly slow when it came to Seungcheol but after the tent in his boxers was more than evident, he wasted no time in removing his pants entirely.

"Fuck Jihoon-" The older whispered in his ear, pulling him up onto his lap, feeling him all around.

"Cheollie, fu-fuck me-" A pathetic whine left his lips and it was just the thing to get Seungcheol riled up and start kissing the boy with even more passion than before.

It was as if the sex gods hated him or something because his phone just happened to be off silent this one and only time he got to be alone with Seungcheol in the entire week. And- Oh god why the hell is Mingyu calling him in at 8 pm?

He reached towards the bedside table, but instead of picking it up he instead put it on speaker, too caught up in Seungcheol teasing his body. 

"What do you-" His shit of a boyfriend decided it was a good time to bite him on the shoulder so lo and behold an embarrassing whimper left his mouth, followed by absolute silence on the other line. "What do-do you want Mingyu? Kind of rea-really busy right now."

"Ji-Jihoon," The boy on the other line sniffled, breathing heavy, "Soonyoung got into a ca-car accident and- and-"

Jihoon froze in place, along with Seungcheol who in all honesty, barely knew Soonyoung in the first place, but it still struck him surprisingly hard.

"I-In an ambulance hea-heading to E-Elk Rue Hospital-"

"I'll be there in ten." He hung up, a rush of fear finally hitting him. Oh my fucking god Soonyoung is hurt.

Seungcheol carefully got up, passing the shorter his clothes, silently trying to calm him with a hand on his back. The now panicking boy threw on his clothes, so fast that he put his shirt on backwards (The older helped him put it on properly despite his protests of "I don't care Cheol! Who gives a shit when my friend might be fucking dying!" His boyfriend just shushed him and just did his thing).

When the two were finally dressed, they hurried over to the older's car, wasting no time as they sped off, Jihoon's heart beating faster than ever before.

He didn't even notice his tears until the older wiped them away, eyes still on the road. "Hoonie, he's going to be okay."

"You- You don't know that." He tried to counter, pushing away the gentle hand on his cheek. 

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The second they got there, it felt as if Jihoon's heart was about to jump out of his chest. He needs to see Soonyoung.