Seonghwa hasn't been this bad in a while. It was a combination of things, really, that lead to the fall. It always is. Hongjoong's deep inside of him, forcing his back to arch. "So pretty, Seonghwa," he groans, hands skimming down Seonghwa's body. The praise doesn't set him on fire the way it normally does, the coil in his abdomen feels less like arousal and more like some sort of dread. A dead weight. He screws his eyes shut. "So pretty for me, baby," Hongjoong whispers right into his ear. Seonghwa doesn't believe it for a second.

Hongjoong had been in love with Seonghwa for years. Maybe even since the first day they met. So what would happen if Hongjoong showed up at Seonghwa's doorstep at 1 a.m., completely drunk? ----- Well, I'm shit at writing descriptions, sorry. English's not my first language so please bear with me but I still hope you'll enjoy the story!

Hongjoong knows he's falling for his FWB, but he's failed every relationship he's been in and he's afraid to fuck things up. Seonghwa knows his FWB is not a relationship guy, but he can't help but pine over him anyway. They can't risk what they already have in case they lose what they really want, so they use their mouths for kissing instead of talking.