can't keep my promises by jungonebad on ao3.

On first of September, Beomgyu promised that he won't get in any trouble at school. Both of his parents heard that, as well as his half deaf grandmother, so he really needed to stick to his words. Especially because Beomgyu just got accepted to one of the best universities in Seoul - illegally.

After seeing his admission test results, Beomgyu cried in bed while eating two gallons of ice cream. His father, being a wealthy businessman he was, decided to do something about it and offered the rector a hefty amount of money. And just like that, Beomgyu got a false scholarship and a smile on his face. It wasn't that easy though, because just a single mistake could get him expelled. And while Beomgyu wasn't a bad kid, he got unwanted attention frequently, mostly because of his playful nature.

While others were focused on lessons like normal kids would, Beomgyu always had a tough time with that, and his thoughts unwillingly slipped away. Growing up, he was often seen disrupting other kids from work, as well as throwing paper planes around the class, just for the thrill of it. And while Beomgyu stopped being that obnoxious and turned a little bit more introverted, he still had a tendency to act out. Sometimes he wondered how much it would take for him to go down the wrong path. He felt like all he needed was a tiny bit of bad influence, and he'd fall down a rabbit hole without even realizing it.

Luckily for him, Beomgyu had Taehyun. His best friend was there for him all through high school, and he made sure to protect him from anything even remotely bad - maybe more than Beomgyu would like him to. But of course, he was very thankful to have him in his life, because Taehyun became one of the few people that Beomgyu actually trusted. Being that rich, it was hard to find friends that didn't like him just because of money.

On first of September, Beomgyu decided to keep his financial status hidden because of that reason.

Of course, Taehyun told him off.

"You can't do that," Taehyun shook his head. They were currently unpacking lugagge at their brand new shared dorm, because Taehyun was accepted to the same university as Beomgyu - legally. He was incredibly smart, plus he played basketball, so he could easily represent their university later on. Beomgyu wished that he was half as talented as Taehyun, but sadly, God had clear favourites.

"And why is that?" Beomgyu raised his eyebrows, sitting down on a bed that he chose as his own a few minutes ago.

"Because people will find out eventually, and you'll look like a fool," Taehyun responded so casually, like he was absolutely sure of his answer. And Beomgyu almost listened to him, but he was stubborn as hell, so he decided to do his own thing all over again.

"I promise they won't. It's fine, Tae."

.....

On first of October, Beomgyu broke one of his promises.

He really didn't mean to. The whole thing happened so quickly and Beomgyu wanted to dissapear from this world, forever and ever. He wasn't the person he made himself to be, and apart from being thoroughly embarassed, he couldn't stop thinking about that one person he met roughly a month ago.

It wasn't right.

Beomgyu didn't sleep around with people.

It all started when he met Yeonjun for the first time - a pretty boy archetype with hair slicked back and eyes full of recklessness, like he didn't give a damn about anything or anyone. He was a part of Taehyun's basketball team, a well established student whom everyone liked. Beomgyu could easily understand why, since Yeonjun was so charming even off court. He greeted everyone with a huge smile and a pat on their back, and wore outstanding fashion that hugely contrasted with Beomgyu's oversized hoodies and track pants. Simply put, Beomgyu was over the heels with Yeonjun from the moment he layed his eyes on that guy, and may have cheered for him louder than he ever did for Taehyun.

Of course, Taehyun noticed.

"I'm heavily offended," he muttered under his breath, eyeing Beomgyu up and down after their very first game. "If it was someone hotter, I'd accept it, but really... Choi Yeonjun?"

Perhaps Beomgyu would never even get the chance to talk to him, because he wasn't popular yet (and he actually regretted the decision of keeping his father's income a secret) but when Taehyun's team won a second game, there was an afterparty solely for the basketball team. Each player could invite at most two students, and of course, Taehyun chose him, together with some guy from his class.

"So Beomgyu, this is Soobin," Taehyun cheered, pointing towards his classmate, obviously in a good mood. "Now excuse me, I have to flex infront of the girls."

"But Tae-," Beomgyu trailed off, but by that time, Taehyun was long gone. Maybe if he didn't leave that night, Beomgyu wouldn't sleep with his teammate a few weeks later. That way or another, he was left alone with a shy Soobin staring down at him, already holding a drink. "He's an asshole, I hope you already figured that out."

Soobin laughed softly, his eyes shining in the dim light of the room. If he didn't look so stereotypically straight, Beomgyu would develop another crush within an hour. "Thanks for letting me know."

"Uhm.. should we get something else to drink?" Beomgyu offered, seeing that Soobin already slurped down his drink in a matter of seconds. When the taller one nodded, Beomgyu led them through the sweaty bodies of sportmen until they reached a bar. He was never too behaved for a glass of cheap alcohol, no matter what situation he was in. Perhaps that was another one of Beomgyu's flaws, because he usually got drunk fairly quickly.

That's why he lost Soobin.

Beomgyu didn't even remember how it happened, he just knew that he appeared in the small kitchen and tried to pour himself a glass of water, because his stomach was churning with a feeling far too known. Beomgyu didn't eat anything beforehand, and that might've resulted in him feeling so nauseous. And when he turned around, Soobin was nowhere to be seen. Beomgyu wanted to cry, but instead he felt his mouth watering because there was an actual Choi Yeonjun standing behind him. It took Beomgyu a good few seconds to register that he was waiting for his turn at the sink, and when he did, his cheeks unwillingly turned rosy pink.

"Sorry," he mumbled, legs tied into one big knot when he tried to take a step, looking like a failed experiment instead. He heard a faint laugh beside him and almost vomited all over his shoes, because he just made the worst first impression ever. And he would run away from this situation as soon as possible, he really would, but he felt a poke on his shoulder and instictivelly turned around.

"You okay?" Yeonjun asked so nonchalantly, like he saw people in this state every day - and perhaps he did. He looked absolutely breathtaking though, even when dressed in their team jersey that Beomgyu previously thought looked ugly. And while the older took a sip from his own glass of water, Beomgyu realized that he actually expected an answer.

"Oh, yeah. I'm fine," he smiled at Yeonjun, his usual temperament fading away. The other one shrugged, but there was still a sly smile on his face. If Yeonjun wasn't so attractive, Beomgyu would've called him a pervert and ran away. This time though, he decided to stay.

"Good. I can't let anything happen to a cute freshman like you," Yeonjun grinned, and before Beomgyu could come up with an equally cringe comeback, the older took a hold of his wrist.

"What are you doing?" Beomgyu squinted his eyes in confusion, slightly panicking before he realized what Yeonjun was doing. He seemed to be writing numbers on his hand with a cheap pen, that Beomgyu swore appeared from nowhere. Yeonjun looked deep in concentration, lips curled into an adorable pout. It was obvious that Beomgyu wasn't the only one under the influence, given how long it took him to remember his own number. They were centimeters apart, and Beomgyu could smell his cologne mixed with sweat.

"Here you go," Yeonjun finally took a step back, and Beomgyu needed to calm down his feral thoughts when he saw how Yeonjun's grasp left a faint mark on his wrist. He looked up at Yeonjun, who seemed a bit more timid now. "Text me when you're sober."

"And I should do that because..?" Beomgyu raised his eyebrows, testing him. He may already have a crush on Yeonjun, but he wasn't going to act oblivious because of it. Yeonjun seemed a bit surprised by his answer, sheepishly rubbing the back of his neck. He decided to keep his cool boy image though, shrugging it off again. Beomgyu wished that he could see right through his tough facade, but Yeonjun was hard to read. He looked at him with that model face of his, and simply said: "You don't need to. I have admirers fighting for me every day."

And on eleventh of September, Beomgyu became one of those admirers.

☆

Nothing much happened that night, besides of Beomgyu scolding Taehyun and arriving at their dorm half deceased. The next morning he felt like an actual disaster, his whole body too heavy to stand up. Taehyun, who always took alcohol better than Beomgyu did, prepared him a glass of water and medicine right on the bedside table. He had classes early today, so Beomgyu was all alone. Perhaps Taehyun felt sorry for leaving him with Soobin, and he really should, because Beomgyu spent his first hour trying to warm up to him, only for the taller one to dissapear. And the next was history.

He could still feel the sharp pen digging into his skin, but the numbers were already faint and hard to read, so Beomgyu forced himself to write them down on his phone. The whole night was a blur to him, but he could still vividly remember Yeonjun's cocky smile and temper. He wasn't sure if he wanted to contact him again, given that Beomgyu was far more coy when not under the influence of alcohol.

☆

On twelfth of September, Beomgyu didn't contact Yeonjun. But on thirteenth, he did.

"What should I text him?" Beomgyu whined, laying down on his unmade bed, making Taehyun roll his eyes dramatically. The other was busy doing his homework, the one that Beomgyu swore he would do, just not in that very moment.

"I don't know," Taehyun groaned, writing something down in his notebook far too aggressively. Beomgyu snorted, finding the whole situation quite amusing. "If it was up to me, I wouldn't text him at all."

"Don't be such an asshole," Beomgyu huffed, turning around in his bed, deciding to deal with the whole situation alone. He didn't even know whether Yeonjun remembered their whole meet-up, and imagined how embarassing it would be if he didn't. "I'll just text him casually," Beomgyu announced out loud, like Taehyun actually gave a fuck, and typed something on his phone furiously.

Hii, I don't know if you remember me, but you gave me your number at the afterparty :)

"This is so cringe," Beomgyu scrunched up his nose, feeling dissatisfied once he actually hit the send. Taehyun seemed more interested now, standing up from his place only to peek at Beomgyu's phone.

"Indeed it is."

"Taehyun!" Beomgyu shouted, hitting his friend lightly on the shoulder. "And that's why you don't get laid."

Beomgyu continued living through his day, attending classes and almost falling asleep in most of them. He even forgot about Yeonjun during the lunch break, but then he saw Taehyun talking to another teammate and the flackbacks of that night began. Beomgyu wondered why it took Yeonjun so long to reply - perhaps he wasn't interested in him anymore. That would be the worst outcome ever, because Beomgyu would have to face him at each game, knowing that he got rejected.

And just when Beomgyu ate his sandwitch, he felt his phone buzz.

Hey kiddo, idk if I can meet up today since I'm kinda busy, but just tell me your name. I gave my number to a few of students that day xx

Beomgyu didn't know how to respond. His heart felt a bit heavy because he thought that Yeonjun only gave his number to him, but he just took a deep breath and send a reply almost immediately. It might've made him look desperate, but Beomgyu didn't care.

I'm Beomgyu, but I don't think you know me by my name. I'm a freshman. We met in the kitchen while I was trying to get some water, haha

A minute later, his phone buzzed again.

Oh. Then meet me around 9pm, my dorm.

☆

"I can't believe he made time for me," Beomgyu squealed into Taehyun's ear, jumping up and down like a teenage girl in love. And perhaps he really was, because Yeonjun was just so attractive, more so than his other crushes in the past. Taehyun raised an eyebrow, obviously unsure whether this was a good idea, and Beomgyu would actually listen to him if he wasn't so delusional.

"I don't think you two are compatible," Taehyun frowned, eyes wandering around the room. "As you said, he gave his number to a few students. He's just looking for a quick fuck, Gyu."

"You don't get it," Beomgyu sighed, crossing his arms with a pout. "You don't understand how hard it is to find other queer people in a hellhole like this."

Around eight in the evening, Beomgyu was crying infront of his closet, unable to decide which clothes to wear. He ended up with an oversized sweather and a pair of blue washed jeans. After throughoutly brushing his hair and spraying tons of pefume on himself, he took a deep breath before leaving his dorm. He already knew where Yeonjun resides, since he forced Taehyun to spill it.

Dorm number eighty-one.

Beomgyu arrived a few minutes early, his hands shaking when he knocked on the door. He had no idea what Yeonjun wanted to do, since their curfew was set around two hours from now, and Beomgyu didn't want to get penalty points. He felt a bit nervous, waiting patiently before the door flew open, revealing a very hot Yeonjun, dressed in a tank top and sweats. It was unusual to see him so underdressed, considering that his fashion sense was usually extraordinady. Beomgyu smiled politely, his hands grasped together.

"Hi."

Now, he would expect Yeonjun to say absolutely anything, given how spontaneous that guy seemed, but his actual response left Beomgyu speechless.

"Hey love, the lube's in the second drawer."

"What?" Beomgyu spat out, standing frozen in place. He was completelly traumatized, mind turning off after he heard those words. Yeonjun can't be serious. No, he couldn't be serious, because sleeping together after one meet-up was ridiculous. Yeonjun didn't even ask him, he just thought it would be appropriate to tell him the location of his lube and assume that Beomgyu wanted the same.

"You thought I, or we... would- do that?" Beomgyu scratched the back of his neck, embarassed. Taehyun was right, Yeonjun just wanted to get laid, but Beomgyu didn't think it'd be that quick and obvious. The older one looked at him in confusion, like he expected Beomgyu to run inside and lube himself up or something. His cat like eyes were focused solely on Beomgyu, staring up and down at him.

"So you don't want to have sex?" Yeonjun trailed off, clarifying the information he just heard. Beomgyu shrugged, completely flustered because it wasn't like he minded sleeping with Yeonjun. He wasn't a virgin, and he liked to occasionally get laid, plus Yeonjun looked like a total God of queers. Having sex with him would be actually a honour, but Beomgyu didn't like the idea of one night stands, especially at their dormitory when somebody could catch them. And Beomgyu absolutely hated the feeling of abandonment when the other person left him after sex, forgetting about his existence all together. He grew attached to people very quickly, so one night stands were really not his thing.

"Don't take it as an insult," Beomgyu muttered under his breath. "I like you, but I don't sleep around."

"Oh," Yeonjun let out, and if Beomgyu tried really hard, he could hear dissapointment in his voice. "Then, what did you expect us to do?"

Truthfully, Beomgyu didn't know that. He thought that maybe Yeonjun wanted to get to know him more, and then think about having sex. Obviously, he didn't tell him that. Instead, Beomgyu shrugged his shoulders, trying to be as nonchalant as the older. "I don't really know."

"Well, then..," Yeonjun hummed, suddenly seeming a bit awkward. It was quite a sight to witness. "Then I could make you a coffee, or whatever you like. I can't send you back like this."

"Oh, that's really not necessary," Beomgyu mumbled, finding the whole situation bizarre. "I'll just go."

Beomgyu ended up having that damn coffee at Yeonjun's dorm, sitting down on his bed and looking around in curiousity. The room was filled with colorful posters of edgy musicians, as well as basketball throphies. It was a strange combo, but it caught Beomgyu's attention. "So, you're fond of music, I see?"

"Eh, those posters actually belong to my roommate... but I like music too," Yeonjun responded, and Beomgyu could feel all of him - not physically, of course. He was sitting on the opposite side of the bed, but there was still a faint trace of Yeonjun in the air. Things like these couldn't be explained with words. It was just something so intimate, sitting on Yeonjun's bed, in a place where he spent most of the time in. Yeonjun's persona was written on the walls in elegant cursive, and Beomgyu could see pieces of him everywhere. A basketball rolling around the room, faint fingerprints on the working table or even a paper crumbled next to a trashcan. All of these things told a story, more significant than Yeonjun's public facade.

Beomgyu always felt too much. He considered it a gift, to be sensitive enough to see things that eyes couldn't, but sometimes it was more of a curse. Like when he focused on people that didn't actually care about him, because he was too blinded to see the obvious.

"What music do you listen to?"

"Uhm, I guess punk, rock and rap. Those kind of things," Yeonjun answered thoughtfully, taking a sip out of his coffee. Beomgyu couldn't tell whether meeting up with Yeonjun like this was common, or if he was just incredibly lucky. "What about you?"

"I like pop and rock too, I guess," Beomgyu smiled, keeping his gaze on the coffee. "I play the guitar, as well."

The whole meeting was stressful, because Beomgyu couldn't decide whether to admire Yeonjun's features or stick to his coffee, and he excused himself to leave early. Yeonjun told him to text him if he ever changed his mind, and Beomgyu almost hyperventilated. He couldn't tell whether Yeonjun's interest was genuine, or if he really wanted Beomgyu just as his another throphy to claim. It was confusing, especially in a new enviroment like this, where it was easy to associate yourself with wrong people.

☆

On fourteenth of September, Beomgyu made another promise to a worried looking Taehyun. "I won't sleep with him," he anounced while brushing his teeth. "You can trust me."

And now we're getting to the significant part of the story. You see, Beomgyu really tried his hardest to keep all of his promises, but it all crumbled on first of October, because that was the day of another afterparty.

Because on first of October, Choi Beomgyu slept with Choi Yeonjun.

That night, Beomgyu was determited to stay sober for two significant reasons: he had a big exam tomorrow, and didn't want to end up making out with Yeonjun on a couch. It was logical, because if Beomgyu wasn't under the influence of alcohol, nothing could go wrong... right?

At first, Beomgyu tried his best to stay with Taehyun, sticking to him like they were glued - but Taehyun found another friend, this time a guy called Huening Kai, and he couldn't stand being the third wheel. Seriously, it was like Taehyun forgot that he was supposed to be Beomgyu's best friend, soulmate, pookie, first love and partner in crime all at once. Kai was actually nice and friendly, but Beomgyu couldn't stop his jealous ass from turning around and walking around the party alone. He was telling himself that he didn't want to run into Yeonjun, but Beomgyu knew all too well that wasn't the truth.

So when he saw Yeonjun sitting alone at the bar, looking like a truck just ran over him, Beomgyu decided to take action.

"You okay?" Beomgyu asked, and it reminded him of their first talk together, when Yeonjun asked him the very same question. The older turned around, giving him the most depressing look that Beomgyu had ever seen.

"No," Yeonjun grumbled, and Beomgyu was slightly surprised by his attitude. Yeonjun wiped his eyes, and he looked like he was close to crying. "We lost the game, if you noticed."

"Yeah, I did," Beomgyu bit his lip, confused about what he should do. He wanted to say that it was just a game, and that Yeonjun was still a great player, no matter the results, but that probably wouldn't be too compassionate. Instead, he patted Yeonjun on the back, quite instinctivelly, and whispered; "Wanna talk?"

Beomgyu didn't know what he expected, but it was not a talk with Yeonjun behind the dormitory. He hoped the older would shoo him away, because Beomgyu didn't want to get close to him. He couldn't, because he knew what Yeonjun was looking for, and Beomgyu was not that. He was far from a quick hook-up, and it took him his whole high school years to realize that he deserved more - an actual relationship with someone who loved him.

"I'm useless, Beomgyu," Yeonjun wailed, and the younger widened his eyes upon hearing that. Was Yeonjun really dumping on him, or did Beomgyu have hallucinations?

"You're not," he responded, and it felt so strange, because Beomgyu and Yeonjun were not close at all. It was obvious that the older already had a drink, because his words were far too sentimental and he looked like he was going to vomit on Beomgyu soon. "Even the best basketball player can't win every game."

"That's bullshit," Yeonjun huffed, looking down at the ground. "You know, I'm here just because of a scholarship," he confessed, and Beomgyu held his breath. "I've been messing up on games lately, and basketball is the only reason why I'm here."

"It's not like they can expel you," Beomgyu comforted him, trying to distract himself from the fact how pretty Yeonjun looked under the moonlight. Prominent cheekbones, pillowy lips and naturally blushed skintone. He realized how feminine Yeonjun's features were, and it was beautifully unique, contrasting with his very strong temper. Yeonjun looked at him with slightly raised eyebrows, and Beomgyu's heart rate accelerated. "Right?"

"They can," Yeonjun whispered, and at first glance, he didn't look that bothered. However, his eyes told a whole different story, the one that Beomgyu couldn't quite comprehent yet. "I have done stupid things in the past. I'm not smart either, my grades are terrible..."

"You'll work it out," Beomgyu assured him, looking at Yeonjun through his eyelashes, and at that moment, he considered going down the wrong path - just for Yeonjun. "I know something that will make you feel better."

"What is it?" Yeonjun asked.

"How many drinks have you had?"

"Zero, why?" Yeonjun frowned, looking a bit thrown off. So he was sober this whole time? It seemed astonishing, and Beomgyu hoped that Yeonjun was actually lying, because there was no way that he acted so vulnerable without alcohol.

"I changed my mind," Beomgyu trailed off, unable to believe that he was actually saying those words out loud. He knew that he would regret it later, but for now, he focused only on the present. "If you want to, we can hook up."

Yeonjun's eyes widened, his lips forming into that sly smile all over again. "Really?"

And before he could say anything else, Beomgyu already pressed his lips against Yeonjun's, desperate to finally feel him - this time, physically. Yeonjun let out a surprised sound before pulling Beomgyu closer, their lips falling together like lost puzzle pieces. Beomgyu hadn't kissed anyone in a while, and starting the year with Yeonjun was apparently the best idea he could have. He tasted like mint and faint cigarettes, which didn't seem like a great combination (and Beomgyu had to ask Yeonjun if he really smoked later), but somehow, it worked out wonderfully.

"My dorm?" Yeonjun asked, and when Beomgyu nodded, they basically ran into the dormitory. It was already late, almost the curfew hour, so they had to be careful. Some people were already leaving the afterparty, so it wasn't that hard to sneak Beomgyu into Yeonjun's room. Especially because Beomgyu was a male. He didn't want to know how Yeonjun did it with girls, who weren't permitted at the boy's side of the dormitory.

"The lube is still in the second drawer. Condoms too," Yeonjun announced once he locked the door, making Beomgyu a tiny bit nervous, because he actually didn't know what to expect. Yes, Beomgyu was not a virgin, but he wasn't experienced, either. Sleeping with Yeonjun, who seemed like he had a secret OnlyFans account, could be seriously embarassing. Beomgyu was able to imagine Yeonjun kicking him out of the room, just because he didn't satisfy his needs.

"So? Which one of us is gonna get fucked?" Yeonjun asked once Beomgyu got the lube, so carelessly that he wanted to laugh, only if his hands weren't shaking violently. It was a valid question, the one that ran through Beomgyu's mind many times when he thought about them having sex. Not like he did that often - he certainly didn't jerk off to Yeonjun at night. No, that would be gross and desperate.

"Earth to Beomgyu! Cat got your tongue, honey?" Yeonjun laughed lightly, and Beomgyu wanted to bury himself under the ground. He didn't know what he was supposed to answer, honestly.

"Uhm, so...," Beomgyu muttered, clearing his throat before answering. "I'm not cleaned, so I guess you?"

Yeonjun snorted. "Why do you have to make it so awkward?" he responded, shaking his head in disbelief before laying down on the bed, looking way more comfortable than Beomgyu ever was during casual sex. "Here, have at me. I'm all yours tonight."

Beomgyu took a deep breath and mentally hyped himself up before crawling onto the bed, right on top of Yeonjun. The older had a challenging look on his face, like he was daring Beomgyu to come closer, to really prove that he was worth it.

"If you feel ever uncomfortable, just tell me," Beomgyu whispered, feeling Yeonjun's faint breathing on his face. He looked even more eternal like this, lips parted and tank top slightly falling down his shoulder. Beomgyu didn't even know how he achieved to get laid by a person like him. "I will stop, no matter what."

"Thank you love, that's cute," Yeonjun answered, and he giggled afterwards.

Beomgyu wanted to squish his cheeks and tell him how adorable he was, but that might've been too much, so he just playfully hit his shoulder. Yeonjun grinned, pulling Beomgyu closer by the hair, and the younger almost fainted from how good that tug felt. "The same applies to you, of course."

"Right," Beomgyu choked out, and Yeonjun kissed him again, but this time, it was more urgent and messy. They were both desperate, and Beomgyu's hand traveled under Yeonjun's top, resting on his delicate waist. He was the first one to pull away, straddling the older while trying to pull his tank top off of him. Afterwards, he took his own sweather off, and watched in fascination as Yeonjun undid his belt. "Excuse me, mister," he laughed, pulling Beomgyu off of his lap just so he could pull down his pants, together with boxers. Yeonjun was just so shameless, and that didn't sit right with Beomgyu, because he was insecure about his own body.

"Should I do that too?" Beomgyu asked, not actually looking down at Yeonjun yet, because it was all too overwhelming and he didn't know what to do first. He felt Yeonjun patting his shoulder, and a hand removing strands of hair from his eyes.

"Yeah, that'd be nice," Yeonjun answered, voice soft like velvet, and only then Beomgyu realized how contrasting they were in every sense. Beomgyu never particulary liked his voice, because he sounded like an old grandpa with a deadly disease, at least that's what he thought - but Yeonjun's tone was just too unbelievably sweet and reassuring. "By the way, don't feel pressured to do this. We can pretend that it never happened and you'll sleep here, yeah?"

And while Beomgyu thought that Yeonjun was being very considerate, the fact that he already had his dick out told Beomgyu that he wouldn't be too happy to stop. Besides, Beomgyu didn't want to stop. He just need a second to recover himself from feeling all too much, once again, and then they can continue. "No, it's fine. I'm okay, just let me take this off."

Yeonjun nodded, and unfortunately watched Beomgyu as he took off his pants together with his underwear, making this situation a thousand times worse. For a mere second, Beomgyu thought about the possibility of Yeonjun not liking his body, but that thought quickly dissapeared when he saw the smirk on Yeonjun's face. "Come 'ere, love. Come fuck me good."

Beomgyu listened more than he thought he would, instinctivelly sitting down on Yeonjun's lap, breathing faster and his junior sprouting to life. He leaned down and pecked Yeonjun's jaw, leaving small trails of kisses alongside his neck. He liked the thought of marking Yeonjun all up, but he couldn't do that, so instead Beomgyu pulled himself up, each hand on one side of Yeonjun's face. "Uhm.. are you prepped?"

"Kind of," Yeonjun shrugged, running a hand through Beomgyu's hair. It made him feel good, to be under Yeonjun's touch. "You can prep me, if you want to. I don't mind."

"Okay," Beomgyu breathed out, clearly nervous as he crawled out of Yeonjun's lap. The older one turned around, giving him a nice view of his plump, round ass. "I'll be careful."

"You don't need to," Yeonjun huffed, and Beomgyu opened the bottle of lube to get some on his fingers. He positioned them before pushing one inside of Yeonjun's entrance. He was careful to stay still at first, letting the older one adjust.

"Does it feel okay?" Beomgyu asked, and Yeonjun only gave him a thumbs up, which made Beomgyu snort. He slowly started moving his finger, groaning at how tight it felt inside of Yeonjun, hearing the older one's soft whimper underneath him. "Fuck," Beomgyu breathed out, adding another one since Yeonjun wasn't lying about being stretched out. Beomgyu could just imagine him prepping himself up beforehand, and that thought made him go feral.

"It's good love, keep going," Yeonjun sighed, and the compliment made Beomgyu swoon, filling his stomach with actual butterflies. After adding a third finger, Yeonjun started to squirm, getting a bit impatient. "Pull 'em out baby, I'm ready for the real thing," he whispered, and Beomgyu's head felt a bit dizzy because he certainly wasn't used to talking that much during sex. And Yeonjun called him a baby, a nickname that felt so intimate.

"Could you.. maybe..," Beomgyu trailed off, making Yeonjun turn around, facing him with a curious look. He couldn't really get it out, because that thought was just so, so thrilling it sent shivers down his spine.

"Could I what?" Yeonjun asked, stroking Beomgyu's waist, and he wanted to cry because nobody treated him like this during sex before. Yeonjun was just so caring and thoughtful. "Say it, you've got nothing to lose. I'm really into anything."

"Well, I thought that maybeyoucouldrideme," Beomgyu spat out, quicker than he contemplated to. "But if you don't want to, that's fine."

"I didn't catch that," Yeonjun huffed, obviously amused. He was enjoying it, while Beomgyu quite literally suffered.

"Maybe, just maybe you could ride me?"

And just like that, Yeonjun sprung up from his previous position, pushing Beomgyu to lay down on his back. Now he was the one straddling him, looking down at Beomgyu like an actual daredevil. "That sounds like a great idea."

"Wait, really?" Beomgyu choked out, surprised that Yeonjun actually went along with it. The older one nodded, grabbing the condom and opening it with his teeth. He touched Beomgyu's cock with his cold fingers, making him moan before he put the condom on. Of course, Yeonjun didn't forget to lube it up, his fingers quickly working his way on Beomgyu's cock.

Afterwards, he positioned himself so that he was above Beomgyu, making the younger one breathless. Just by watching Yeonjun do that, Beomgyu thought about a possibility of him being a voyeur, but that was something to sort out later. Right now, there was a real Yeonjun lowering himself on Beomgyu's cock, and the younger one couldn't stop panting like a fucking dog.

"Ah, hyung," Beomgyu panted, closing his eyes just for a mere second before opening them again, feeling his cock stiffen at the feeling of being pushed into Yeonjun's entrance. Beomgyu thrusted his hips upwards, making Yeonjun let out a strained sound, but he quickly reassured Beomgyu that he was absolutely fine. "Hyung, it feels so good..," Beomgyu mumbled, resting his hands on Yeonjun's slim waist. "Keep going, just like that-"

Suddenly, Yeonjun highered himself before landing right on Beomgyu's cock again, and Beomgyu almost stopped breathing completely. His mind turned empty - the only thing that Beomgyu could think about was his dear hyung, Yeonjun. The older started working his hips up and down, basically bouncing on Beomgyu's cock, and the sight was far too heavenly for Beomgyu's own good. "You're good hyung, taking me so well-"

Yeonjun whined, way louder than Beomgyu expected him to be during sex, but he didn't mind. Maybe Yeonjun liked to be praised - it wasn't that crazy of a thought, considering how cocky he presented himself as.

So Beomgyu tested it out.

"You look so pretty today, hyung," Beomgyu trailed off, his grip on Yeonjun's waist tightening. The older one visibly shivered, his bouncing only growing more desperate. "The prettiest boy in dormitory, and I get to have him all for myself."

"Fuck, Gyu," the older muttered under his breath, and Beomgyu rolled his eyes in pleasure, because Yeonjun just clenched around his cock. It all felt too good to be true, and Beomgyu contemplated whether he was only dreaming, but Yeonjun was truly there. Everything about his presence was so overwhelming, and that couldn't be depicted in a dream. "Gyu, baby, come for me," he heard Yeonjun sing-song, and only then Beomgyu realized that he was truly reaching his climax. "Fill me up like I'm yours."

And with that, Beomgyu grasped the sheets as he came, cum dripping down his legs. His eyes stayed close, whimpering as Yeonjun used him to come himself, still bouncing up and down on his dick. It hurt a little bit, cock oversensitive from ejaculating moments ago, but it was a good kind of hurt. The one that made Beomgyu's head turn off and focus only on the physical. He rarely did that, and it was refreshing to just lay down and feel what the other one is giving you, pliant and receptive.

He merely felt a new wave of cum on his tummy before Yeonjun pulled away, whispering something in his ear - but Beomgyu wasn't able to catch that. He blindly searched for Yeonjun's shoulder, pulling him down just to have this feeling of being loved before it dissapears forever, because Yeonjun wasn't going to get attached to him like Beomgyu just did. Another mistake that was going to bother him a few hours later. Beomgyu's stomach actually hurt, because he couldn't imagine Yeonjun sleeping around with other students after this, and not just being someone exclusively for him. Beomgyu knew that he was being an utter asshole about it, but he couldn't help himself.

"Babe, I need to go get the wipes," Yeonjun whispered when he noticed that Beomgyu wasn't letting go of his shoulder. The younger one opened his eyes, looking at Yeonjun with evident confusion, but eventually let him go. Yeonjun came back with actual wipes and cleaned the cum on Beomgyu's tummy and legs, before doing the same thing to himself. He threw the condom somewhere in the room and layed down next to Beomgyu afterwards.

"You know, nobody actually did this to me after sex," Beomgyu muttered, watching Yeonjun's elegant figure in the darkness. "Thank you."

...

You may be wondering how Beomgyu broke another one of his promises - the most important one that he gave to his parents and a half deaf grandmother.

Well, it was quite simple; the morning after their hook up, a cleaner knocked on the door of Yeonjun's dorm. The older sprung out of the bed immediately, covering sleeping Beomgyu with a blanket before searching for some clothes to put on. He opened a door, just a millimeter to avoid the cleaner from seeing the innapropriate scene.

"Good morning miss," Yeonjun scratched the back of his head, unable to tell what the cleaner was doing there.

"Good morning, I was cleaning the dressing room and saw these pants. They had Choi Yeonjun written on them," she responded, making Yeonjun's cheeks turn pink when she showed him bright red pants, indeed his own. Yes, he wrote name on all of his belongings, and that was how he never lost anything. The same couldn't be said about his teammates, though.

"Thank you miss, I truly appreciate that," Yeonjun smiled, grabbing his pants. "Have a good day."

"You too- wait, is that a condom on the ground?" she gasped, and Yeonjun immediately went pale, not even daring to turn around. "Choi Yeonjun, is that boy naked in your bed!?"

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"Rule number one hundred and two," the rector announced, looking quite appalled. His hair was balding, and Beomgyu wanted to laugh, but Yeonjun looked horrified so he just kept a neutral face on. "In the dormitory, the students are prohibited from doing sexual activities with one another, even in the private places."

"I thought it only applies to opposite genders," Beomgyu responded casually, and Yeonjun looked like he wanted to slap him. "I'm just a freshman, and I lured dear Yeonjun here, so please let us go."

"That's unnaceptable," the rector shook his head, eyes wide. He probably wanted to read out another paragraph, listing in his ancient book, but Beomgyu stopped him before he could do so.

"Ten thousand won."

Beomgyu smiled sweetly. Yeonjun frowned in confusion. The rector sat down.

"Twenty thousand if you don't tell our parents."

"Deal."

"What the fuck Gyu, you have that much money!?"

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And that's how on second of October, Beomgyu became a professional promise breaker - the one that makes bad decisions, and of course, regrets them later on. Yeonjun wasn't a mistake though - he was just a right person that Beomgyu met at the wrong time.

Because on second of October, Beomgyu felt.