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//T/W: SMUT AHEAD//

"F-Fuck- ngh- right there- M-Mingi ahh-"

The moans were desperate, and with each brutal thrust, he screamed his name louder. Hands clutching the sheets, with his entire form lost in a whirlpool of pain and pleasure, his thighs being tightly held in place as a leverage and his body being used again and again. The boy could hardly comprehend the reality. After all, he didn't want to. Being drowned in that surge of extreme pleasure was way too pleasing for him.

He could feel his orgasm growing, the pace of those merciless stabs increasing. His eyes were closed, streams of tears rolling down his temples, mouth slightly open, sharp yelps and sudden screams emitting from time to time. He could sense that he was close, and he was glad that he needed no permission.

Strings of the whitish fluid messed up the surface of his stomach and also landed in certain parts of the stomach and chest of the one above him. Yunho closed his eyes once again, relishing the pleasure mingled with deep breaths and tiny moans. The feeling of being all empty down there was back again, as the other one pulled out of him. He was exhausted, and yet, an amazing intercourse like this was quite enough for him to rearrange his thoughts and put him back on track.

"Yun," a deep voice called his name, as he felt two strong hands snaking around his waist, and a head placing itself against his chest, soft tufts of hair stroking against his bare chest, creating such a fuzzy sensation within him, "How was it, mn?"

"Brilliant," whispered Yunho, loitering his fingers around the other's back, tracing weird shapes, "It had been a while after all."

"Just two weeks, you silly," came the reply, followed by a short ripple of giggles from the two.

"We should do it often," Yunho spoke, his eyes blankly staring at the ceiling above him, "I like it."

"Mn you're right," the reply was quick and without any hesitation. The boy resting his head upon his chest now looked up at him with a slight smirk, quickly travelling back to his chest to litter it with small kisses, slowly crawling upwards, until their lips met and soon created another range of a filthy mess of rough explorations and intertwining tongues.

"Same place as today?" Mingi questioned, tracing his lips upon Yunho's, quickly stealing a smooch before the other could speak.

"Mnhm. Dad's not around at this time," Yunho breathed, "Sharp at 5 and out before 9."

Mingi smiled, "Enough time for me to make you feel ecstatic, baby," he went in for another rough kiss, their bare bodies lightly grinding against each other's. Yunho could feel quick sparks of a stinge of pain shooting up his spine and yet, he could care less.

"Gotta go now, Yun," Mingi whispered against his sloppy lips, "Let's keep the rest for tomorrow, shall we?"

"Hm. Oh- and Mingi?"

"Yeah?"

"No one should hear about this you kn-"

"I know Yun. I know really well."

Yunho turned his head to his side, as he watched Mingi get up from the bed and collect his clothes that scattered across the floor. Yunho loved his body, tall and thin yet with muscles at the right places, tattoos littered all across his pale skin and his prominent abs adding a lustrous look to his form. Yunho watched him pull up his boxers and jeans and put on his tshirt, quickly settling his messy hair with his fingers. With a final kiss and a goodbye, Mingi left.

Yunho slumped back on his pillow, closing his eyes and letting his mind drift in it's own pandemonium of a thousand thoughts. A sharp pang of a rising pain hit his chest, and he could already feel tears forming in his eyes. He smiled.

He will never be mine, no matter at what level my affections are towards him.

"Best friends who suck each other's dicks," Yunho laughed out loud with tears rolling down his eyes.

* * *

It was Saturday and everyone was taking a break from the monotony of life to indulge in their leisure- but with the prior exception of that one blue haired boy, who was currently brewing a hurricane within his room, his brother staring at him within genuine concern in his face.

"Joong, you sure you don't need a therapist?" Wooyoung questioned, propped against the pillows in his bed with a book in his hand, eyes fixated at his brother's antics. Wooyoung had been discharged from the hospital and it was soon going to be a week. Presently, he was doing better, even though his fatigue and frequently headaches had not decreased much.

"You do not understand, Woo," exclaimed the other, while struggling to carry a pile of almost ten books at once, "He is coming here. Literally him. The 'HIM'-"

"Who him? What him? Why him? How him? Joong can you be a little more clear about the subject?" Wooyoung asked, completely confused, "Who are you even talking about?"

"HIM! Park! That new dude! My- My project partner," Hongjoong almost screamed, "He is coming here today. We had planned to complete the task by the weekends and hence he'll be here."

"Oh- Ohkay and-" Wooyoung scratched the back of his head, "What's the deal about it all?"

"Deal? What's the deal?" Hongjoong gasped, eyes big, mouth open, "Woo you don't understand. He's- He's literally the-"

"Joong honey, someone is here to see you," their mother called, and no sooner did Hongjoong hear the call, than he collapsed on the floor.

"He's here! He's here!" he panicked, "And I- I haven't arranged anything! Nothing. Oh my god- Woo what should I do now-"

"What am I supposed to say?" Wooyoung immediately retorted, "You were the one to shit talk throughout the time and delay your task."

Hongjoong kept up with his rant unless Wooyoung had to remind him that whoever came to visit him had been there waiting for almost five minutes. The blue haired immediately got up and dashed out of the door, feet clattering down the stairs in a hurried motion and he bolted into the front room. And there he was, his visitor, sitting upon the couch and having a light chat with his mother.

Hongjoong's arrival was loud and both the visitor and his mother turned to look at his dishevelled self. Hongjoong quickly froze.

"Oh Joongie your classmate here," his mom spoke, turning her gaze to the boy sitting opposite to her, "Please make yourself at home, honey. Hongjoong will take you to his room and-"

"Mom we could work here itself," Hongjoong immediately responded, as soon as his thoughts travelled back to his dishevelled room.

"Joongie, not here," his mother replied, "I'll be working in the kitchen and it might be a nuisance for your work. Why not take him upstairs to your room and finish your project works there?"

"But mom-"

"Come here, sweet," his mom called the boy, as he  stood up with his bag and smiled at the woman, "Go upstairs and work at your ease. Hongjoong will show you his room, okay? Now Joong, go go."

Hongjoong made a face at his mother and then turned around to face the other boy. Park wasn't wearing anything too special, a sky blue sweater with perhaps a white tshirt underneath, peeking out of his sweater from the neckline. His trousers were brownish and he had white socks on. A simple attire and yet, Hongjoong could feel his heart beating faster.

The walk up the staircase was a silent one and upon reaching the door of his room, Hongjoong quickly spun around and looked up at the other.

"I hope you would not mind my room being in sixes and sevens. We two humans can easily scrap out some space for ourselves so I pray you not to judge my room."

Hongjoong quickly turned around to face the door without waiting for any response from the other boy and the first thing that caught his eyes was the disappearance of his brother from his bed where he was previously lying.

"Your room is oka- ouch!" Park yelped, something stinging into his foot as soon as he stepped inside the room. He looked down at the floor, a small yellow lego piece right under his foot. Park was disgusted.

"You stay right here, okay," the blue haired yelled, as he quickly disappeared out of the room.

"What-"

Hongjoong ran to the room adjacent to his and pushed the door open. There, upon the sofa with a small blanket covering his legs and a book in his hand was Wooyoung, his head rested upon a few plump pillows.

"Woo, why are you here?" questioned Hongjoong, walking up to his brother, looking worried, "This room is not in a good condition tha-"

"Joong, are you crazy?" the response was quick, "How can I be an intruder between the two of you in your room?"

"But Woo you-"

"Don't worry about me Joongie," Wooyoung assured him with a soft smile, "I'll be good here. And if I have any trouble, I'll shift to mom's room, okay? Now go, don't be late."

"Call me instantly if there's any need, okay?" Hongjoong said, and after an affirmative nod from his brother, he walked out of the room.

* * *

Weak fingers turned the pages of the album, each sheet containing relics of a past he had lived, a past he had cherished and still did. Wooyoung's smile was mild, yet he could not deny the little tears forming in the corners of his eyes.

The sweet smile of the boy he was hugging from the back in a particular picture took him back to the time when he had taken his beloved boyfriend to his favorite place, a cheap yet a pretty cafe. And he loved it so much. Wooyoung could almost hear his giggles through the images, his shy smile after receiving the flowers everyday and his never ending talks with a piece of croissant or any food in general inside his mouth. He was such an adorable boy.

Tears rolled down his face, as he looked at each picture upon the album and every single one of them brought back so many memories to him, still fresh and alive in his mind. The text book was left forgotten, and presently all his attention was devoted to the album he was holding.

"I like him."

Wooyoung suddenly felt himself go paralyzed. The words echoed right back to him, reverberating within himself. That conversation with his brother back in the hospital. The sudden confession about his liking for his savior on that one particular day. Yes he did. He did like him. But, what about-

His fingers traced the pictures, especially the face of the person he once loved. He smiled, a broken smile, with tears streaming down and chest squirming into an unexplainable pain.

"Even if I like him, why can't I still move on from you, Sangie?"

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