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“Alright, good night, Atiny, don’t sleep too late, okay? I’ll talk to everyone again soon,” Seonghwa waves to his phone sweetly, his reflection looking more like a barely lit blob as he taps on the screen a few times before he ends the live.
As soon as he’s sure that he’s gone offline, his smile falls and his attention shifts to the other figure sitting at the corner of his bed, running his hand through his hair.
“Are you insane?” Seonghwa hisses, not wanting to be too loud just in case Mingi was already asleep. “You know exactly what the fans just might construe out of it. The ramen line? And the pushups, on me, no less?” Seonghwa narrows his eyes at San who looks anything but guilty, which only adds to Seonghwa’s annoyance.
San just laughs, tongue darting slightly out, his hand still bunched in his hair. “Hyung. I only asked if you wanted ramyeon or jjapaghetti. I was being completely serious, in case you were thinking otherwise,” San says with a slight pout, in a tone that Seonghwa has learned balances the precipice of coy and suggestive.
“Whatever. You said you wanted to eat, right? Then let’s go outside. You’re cooking, by the way, since you decided to be a menace in my livestream,” Seonghwa points an accusing finger at him, and San simply shrugs, slowly getting up from Seonghwa’s bed.
San heads out first, and Seonghwa pads out to the living room, spacing out just a bit. He would have wanted to stay in bed, but the prospect of late night ramyeon was too good to pass up. It’d been some time since he had treated himself to a classic supper of instant ramyeon anyways.
Seonghwa eventually tugs out a chair at the dining table, sitting down to watch San with a blank look as San flits around the kitchen, getting out the green onion kimchi from their fridge. Half of Seonghwa is inclined to get up and help, but San appears to be more than fine handling things on his own, getting out the stove and the pot for the ramyeon.
He sets it down on the table, placing the ramyeon packs on the side, the chilled plastic container of kimchi resting next to it. San pours some water into the pot and Seonghwa decides to help, turning on the switch of the stove with a click. He crosses one leg over the other, lazily observing San who adds the seasoning packets into the pot before covering it, to let it boil more thoroughly. It doesn’t take too long, and as Seonghwa watches San toss in both a pack of ramyeon and jjapaghetti, he can’t help his stomach rumbling.
“You hungry, hyung?” San asks, not looking up as he continues to stir the pot, separating the noodles. Seonghwa makes a wordless noise, nodding. “Just a bit more, and it’ll be ready soon.”
Meanwhile, Seonghwa takes out his phone, mindlessly scrolling through Instagram to pass the time while they both wait for the noodles to cook. It’s a companionable silence, as San taps some random rhythm on the table. The dorm starts to be filled with the aroma of instant noodles cooking, and San glances toward the direction of Mingi’s room door, wondering if the smell might wake him up. But it doesn’t appear to, and San assumes that Mingi must really be exhausted.
“I think the noodles are ready, San-ah,” Seonghwa says, leaning over the table to take the pair of chopsticks that San had been using to stir the noodles. San taps his hand lightly, taking over the chopsticks from Seonghwa, who lets him dish out the noodles. San makes sure that Seonghwa gets a generous, heaping portion of noodles and broth. He waits for Seonghwa to take his first bite, slurping up the hot noodles and nearly getting scalded in the process. San smiles, and then he tucks in too.
Seonghwa shifts the container of kimchi closer, taking out a piece and placing it onto San’s bowl. “Thanks, hyung,” San mumbles, voice muffled from having a mouth full of food.
“It’s good, San-ah,” Seonghwa remarks after a little while, nodding approvingly. San visibly melts under the praise, sitting upright, his smile catlike.
“Yay,” San says cutely, and it makes Seonghwa snort, more out of amused fondness.
It doesn’t take that much time for the both of them to finish the noodles, and after the pot has been cleared of both noodles and broth, the both of them slump backwards against their chairs, Seonghwa staring up at the blank ceiling.
“Good thing we don’t have any big schedules tomorrow,” Seonghwa says blankly as he pats his stomach, feeling slightly full from some good ramyeon. “I think I’ll probably be bloated in the morning.”
“S’ okay, hyung,” San lowers his gaze from where he’d been staring at a corner of the ceiling, to look straight at Seonghwa. “You always look good, anyways,” he says with a half smile.
“Tch,” Seonghwa clicks his tongue. “Right, we better clean all of this and call it a night,” he says, taking a long swig of water from his bottle, the salt from the noodles making him feel extra thirsty.
San gets up first, carefully cradling the pot and stove in his hands as he walks with slow steps to the kitchen. He places the stove on the kitchen counter next to the sink, while he places the pot down, first wetting it before getting the sponge to scrub out any remnants from the ramyeon. Seonghwa watches from a slight distance away, hands resting on his hips, taking sips of water in between. He checks the table, before picking up the container of leftover kimchi with one hand, going to the fridge to put it back, his body just barely brushing up against San’s side as he does.
Seonghwa then gets the kitchen cloth, while San scoots aside just a little to give him space to dampen the cloth. Their shoulders lightly brush against each other, but Seonghwa doesn’t seem to notice San sneaking a glance to the side to look at him while washing the pot and utensils. Seonghwa then proceeds to wipe the table down, not missing a spot. San moves away from the sink, keen to watch Seonghwa wipe the table. Occasionally he would bend down so that he was eye level with the table, checking for any stains or crumbs he might have missed out.
“Looks good,” Seonghwa mutters to himself as he brings the cloth back to the sink to wash. San is just about done with washing the utensils too, slowly stacking them back onto the dish rack just above them. He jerks back when some cold water droplets fall onto his face, his reaction making Seonghwa chuckle softly while he rinses off the cloth.
“Thanks for the food, San-ah,” Seonghwa says, patting San gently on the head, the corner of his lips perking up as he does. San blinks at him, looking like a mildly confused big cat, but soon he’s smiling too. “Good night, then,” Seonghwa nods as he heads back to his room.
Seonghwa must be so focused on going back to sleep, because he doesn’t even pick up on the fact that he’s being followed back into his room, and he only notices something is just a bit off when the door closes behind him and he wasn’t the one to place his hand on the doorknob.
“Huh,” Seonghwa mutters to himself, the back of his heels bumping against the bed frame behind him. The room is still dark, so he stumbles a little, before he falls down to sit on the bed, the mattress sinking down slightly.
“Hyung,” San hums, voice low in the dark as he leans over the bed, bracketing Seonghwa with his arms. He shifts closer, forcing Seonghwa to move backwards on the bed.
“San-ah,” Seonghwa says flatly. “Aren’t you going to bed yet?” He raises a brow, though he has a small inkling of why San is choosing to still linger in his room.
“Mm, maybe not just yet,” San hums as he adjusts his posture so that he’s sitting on his calves, hands resting on his lap. He sits there, looking like he’s waiting for something, while Seonghwa tilts his head, expression rather confused as he tries to read San.
“Is there something you want, San-ah?” Seonghwa asks.
San licks at his lips, glancing to the side as though he’s really thinking through what to say next to Seonghwa. “Well, uh, there was something,” he says vaguely with a shrug.
“On with it, then,” Seonghwa drawls, covering his mouth to muffle the loud yawn that was coming out. “Hyung wants to call it a night.”
“Hyung,” San says, voice suddenly all sweet, “wanna sleep here tonight.”
“Eh?” Seonghwa juts his head forward, eyes wide from pure shock. “You want to sleep in my room tonight?”
“Well,” San says, voice slightly uneven as he stretches out a hand to curl his fingers into the hem of Seonghwa’s sleep shirt, “maybe something else more too.”
“Really, San-ah,” Seonghwa says with a snort, folding his arms, forcing San to release his hold.
“Hyung,” San leans forward, pressing his weight onto his balled fists which press deeper into the mattress. “Please.”
“I’m really not sure what you mean, San-ah, you’re being awfully vague here,” Seonghwa says, feigning boredom in his voice though at this point he’s certain what exactly San is asking of him.
Pleading might be a better word in this case, Seonghwa thinks as he sees how round San’s eyes look as he stares at him.
San lets out a dragged out, frustrated whine. “I wanna…wanna fuck you, hyung,” San blurts, the words barely escaping audibly from his mouth.
Seonghwa laughs lightly at that, amusement in his eyes. “You really do, huh. Someone’s a needy boy,” Seonghwa teases San lightly, watching how San’s imposing, large frame shrank a little beneath his words.
“Please, hyung?” San asks, hand wandering to traverse up Seonghwa’s thigh. Seonghwa jerks back slightly again, laughing softly as San pouts at him, clearly wanting to touch.
“I want you to ask nicely, baby,” Seonghwa hums, leaning back to rest his weight on his hands.
San makes a grumbling noise, but soon his expression softens. “Hyung, please, let me fuck you, please,” San says, now having taken the hint and keeping his fists bunched on his lap.
Seonghwa grins, looking at San through half lidded eyes. “Alright. Since you were so sweet to me and cooked the noodles for me, I’ll allow it. But on one condition.”
At that, San keeps his posture ramrod straight as he focuses on what Seonghwa was about to tell him. “What is it, hyung?”
”You’re going to do all the work, San-ah,” Seonghwa hums, lying back down on the bed, nestling his head against the pillow as he stretches his legs. “Can you do that for me?”
San flinches, muttering something inaudible under his breath before he nods enthusiastically. “Yes, hyung,” he says, making sure he’s heard, as though afraid Seonghwa might change his mind.
“Good,” Seonghwa says with a slight nod. “Come here, then.”
San relaxes at Seonghwa’s cue, crawling on the bed to lean over Seonghwa before he bends down to kiss Seonghwa, slow and tentative. When he feels Seonghwa relax against him, pressing back his lips lightly, San pushes against Seonghwa, parting his lips to deepen the kiss. Seonghwa makes a soft noise, but San lifts his hands to cup Seonghwa’s face, thumb brushing against the smooth skin of his cheek.
San’s moved such that their bodies are now flush against each other, and he’s started to grind his hips against Seonghwa’s, swallowing down the soft sounds falling from Seonghwa’s lips. San turns his head, lips brushing along Seonghwa’s cheek and down to his jaw, as he reaches a hand down to tug Seonghwa’s sleep shorts off. Seonghwa relaxes, letting San pull down his shorts and flinging it to some random corner of the room.
“San-ah,” Seonghwa gasps softly when he feels San’s fingers curl around his hardening cock, working up a slow rhythm as he pumps his hand up and down the length. San pulls away from where he’d been kissing Seonghwa, bending down and looking up at Seonghwa’s eyes as his tongue darts out to lick lightly at the tip, before licking over the slit, then drawing circles around the tip.
“S-San - ah-” Seonghwa tilts his head back, resting against the pillow as San takes in more of Seonghwa into his mouth, the sounds loud and wet in the dark of the room.
“Mmh,” San hums against Seonghwa’s skin as his tongue licks along the length of Seonghwa’s cock, feeling the outline of the thick vein. He giggles when he feels Seonghwa’s hips start to stutter, fucking a little bit into San’s mouth.
“San-ah,” Seonghwa taps on San’s shoulder, making him pull off.
“Is something wrong, hyung?” San asks, licking over his lips.
“No,” Seonghwa says shortly, hand cupping at San’s chin, fingers tracing over his lips slowly. “I remember you said you wanted to fuck me,” he murmurs.
San swallows, blinking as he pushes himself up to sit on the bed. “Y-Yeah, yeah, hyung.”
“Get on with it then, San-ah,” Seonghwa says rather coldly. “Before hyung changes his mind.”
“O-Okay, hyung,” San mumbles as he fumbles around in the dark.
“Drawer to the left, baby,” Seonghwa cocks his head to the side, as San gets up from the bed rather clumsily, nearly falling sideways as he tries to find his way to Seonghwa’s bed side drawer. He digs through it, taking out the plastic bottle, and a foil packet from the box inside. With his back facing Seonghwa, he slides on the condom first, before he goes back to join Seonghwa at the bed.
San coats his fingers, hands trembling a little as he parts Seonghwa’s legs with his hands, Seonghwa watching him keenly as San works his hole open with his fingers. Seonghwa bites down on his lower lip as San speeds up the thrusting of his fingers, but soon Seonghwa has his hand wrapped around San’s wrist between his legs.
“M’ready, San-ah,” Seonghwa rasps with a sharp exhale. “S’enough.”
San purses his lips, before he rests his hands on Seonghwa’s knees, pulling him close to tuck his legs in the crook of his arms as he slides his cock into Seonghwa with a low groan.
“H-hyung,” San moans. “Feels so -”
“Just fuck me, San-ah,” Seonghwa leans down to glare at San. “I need you to move,” he says, words coming out bitingly.
San doesn’t say another word, continuing to thrust into Seonghwa whose eyes are on San’s cock fucking in and out of him. Seonghwa’s lips fall slightly open, clenching down tighter around San, making San grit his teeth, letting out a hiss.
“Fuck, hyung,” San grunts. “So fucking tight.” The sight of Seonghwa’s hard cock, leaking precome on his stomach as skin slaps against skin is dizzying for San, and he lets go of one hand to touch Seonghwa’s neglected cock, wet and leaking.
“Oh, San-ah,” Seonghwa bites down hard on his lower lip.
“Feel good, hyung?” San asks breathlessly between thrusts.
“Y-yeah,” Seonghwa clenches his eyes shut, the feeling of San’s cock in him, San’s hand on him about to send him over the edge.
“Gonna come, hyung?” San grunts, slowing down the movement of his hips to fuck deeper into Seonghwa.
“Mmh,” Seonghwa throws his head back when he feels San’s cock hit his prostate. “S-San, I - I can’t - last - oh fuck,” Seonghwa cries out as he clenches down around San as he comes, San letting go of his hand to watch Seonghwa spill onto his stomach, cock spurting come onto his skin. San continues to fuck into him, his breathing uneven with the sight of Seonghwa wrecked beneath his touch.
“Fuck, hyung, you’re so - so much, fuck -” San rasps and soon, he comes too, lowering his body to capture Seonghwa’s lips into a messy kiss as his cock twitches, still inside Seonghwa, filling the condom. As the adrenaline starts to fade, San feels like his bones are going soft as he lies on top of Seonghwa’s chest, leaning to the side as he catches his breath.
Seonghwa reaches up a hand to rest on San’s back, lazily running his hand up and down as he feels at San’s toned back muscles.
“You good, San-ah?” Seonghwa turns halfway to place a kiss to San’s temple.
“Mm,” San hums, unable to string words together. “Need to - need to rest for a moment.”
Seonghwa giggles, the tremors running along bare skin. “Alright, baby.” He gently pats San’s back, San nuzzling closer into his touch.
“Was - was it good for you, hyung?” San asks seemingly out of the blue, sounding rather unsure of himself. Seonghwa just leans in to kiss him again on the temple, and leaves another, and another.
“Mm-hmm. It was good, San-ah,” Seonghwa hums, letting out a soft yawn, feeling the stretch of his jaw.
San starts to move, wanting to pull out so that he can discard the condom and help clean the both of them up, but he pauses mid-movement when he feels Seonghwa tap him lightly on the back.
“Want you to stay a while,” Seonghwa hums. “Like this.”
San feels his throat go dry at Seonghwa’s insinuation - that he still wanted to feel San inside him for a while, as they rested.
“Uh. Hmm. O-Okay, hyung, I can do that,” San blurts, and Seonghwa feels himself amused and endeared over how sheepish San seemed.
Seonghwa moves his hips a little, feeling the light brush of San’s cock, starting to harden again in his walls. San hisses at the touch, hands clutching tighter onto Seonghwa’s shoulders.
“Rest,” Seonghwa says firmly, patting San on the back again.
San nods slowly against the bare skin of Seonghwa’s shoulder, before he closes his eyes, body thrumming with a slow simmering pleasure, the feeling of Seonghwa so close to him, the feeling of him being inside Seonghwa.
And San thinks perhaps, this just might be close to his own image of paradise.