who tops?? | seongjoong

c22 - Melted Ice Cream

"Oh my God, Jongho, stop!" Hongjoong giggled, the taller boy tickling his body mercilessly. 

Jongho laughed, his voice triumphant and sarcastic, "Never!" He continued to tickle his friend, listening to the sound of his giggles. They'd gotten close recently, and it felt strange at first (how touchy they were), but soon the two grew accustomed to the feel of each other's hands. Not in a romantic way, not at all, but they had gotten quite close.

Finally, Jongho flopped back on the couch, tired and giving up. "Hyung?"

"Yes, Jongie?"

Jongho looked at Hongjoong as if he were about to say something important, his face serious and almost sad. Almost. "Can we cuddle and watch Frozen II?"

Hongjoong silently let out a breath he didn't know he was holding, giggles escaping from his lips again. "Sure." He opened up his arms, and Jongho scooted over, fitting himself in between them. 

As the movie began to play, Jongho's eyes blinked closed; he seemed tired. But Hongjoong's eyes stayed locked on the screen until the sound of the front door opening broke the silence of the house.

"Baby? I'm here. I brought you ice cream!"

Hongjoong smiled brightly. Something about the thought of ice cream and his boyfriend's lips seemed inviting. "I'm in here with Jongho."

In the entryway, Seonghwa's face hardened. Jongho? Again? Recently, his boyfriend had been spending way too much time around his friend, and now it was starting to piss Seonghwa off. Almost every time Seonghwa wanted to make plans with his boyfriend, the response was the same: I can't tonight. Sorry, Hwa. I already made plans with Jongho. 

Damn him. 

Seonghwa wasn't going to have this behavior continue. He set down the plastic bag from his hands on the cadenza in the entry hall as he stormed into the living room. Frozen II was on the screen, paused, and Hongjoong looked as if he had just flopped down on the couch. Jongho was sleeping peacefully.

Seonghwa pointed his finger at Hongjoong. "You. Come here. Now."

Hongjoong looked startled by his significant other's sudden change in behavior, but he did as told. "What's wrong, Hwa?"

Seonghwa dragged Hongjoong into his bedroom, pushing him hard against the door. "Baby boy, do you expect me not to get jealous when you spend every waking hour of the day with Jongho? I'd bet Yeosang's not pleased either, but all he's missing is dick up his ass. I want my baby boy back. No excuses."