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Wrapped in Yoon Jay’s arms, skin against skin, Lee Yoohan woke slowly. The sunlight, peeking through the window, landed on his face. He winced and tried to turn away from the offending light, but the grip around his body was ironclad.
He squirmed, but the hold didn’t loosen. Resigning himself to his position, he let out a frustrated sigh. The ache in his bones reminded him how uncomfortable it was, yet sleep called to him. So, he closed his eyes again, falling back into the familiarity of the warmth and the weight of Jay’s embrace. After all, he was used to it now.
He wakes once more to the cool touch of fingers tracing his cheek, skimming along his jaw, before gently brushing his lips with a thumb.
"Yoohan?"
Yoohan groggily cracked open an eye, seeing Jay already sitting on the edge of the bed, fully dressed, looking like he was ready to leave.
"You’re leaving already?"
"Mm-hmm," Jay replied, his voice laced with that quiet amusement Yoohan always found irritating. "You didn’t think I was going to stay in bed all day, did you? Hm.. maybe you were hoping i would?"
"What nonsense are you spouting?"
Yoohan groaned, trying to sit up, already feeling the stiffness in his lower back. Jay offered a hand, but Yoohan refused with a shake of his head, too proud to accept help. He pushed himself upright, though his body protested.
"Are you alright?"
Jay’s voice was soft and teasing, with a hint of smugness.
"Maybe I was too harsh on you last night?"
Yoohan rolled his eyes, tempted to kick the annoying bastard out of the room (it technically wasn't even his room), but he lacked the strength. Besides, the cool hand that rested on his back felt too good to resist. Not that he would ever admit that. So, he let the teasing slide.
"I’m fine," Yoohan muttered, rubbing the sleep from his eyes and glaring at Jay.
"Are you sure?" Jay’s lips quirked, clearly enjoying himself. "Because you looked pretty sore when I checked a few hours ago."
Yoohan shot him a pointed glare.
"Why don’t you go before you make it worse?"
To his surprise, Jay cupped his face with his rough hands, leaning in to place a tender kiss on his lips. The kiss lingered, warm and familiar, long enough for Yoohan to feel the heat spreading through him.
“Yoohan.”
Jay’s smile was a little too knowing, his dimples deepening as he looked at him. His eyes softened as he gently settled his hands on Yoohan’s wrists. Yoohan braced himself, expecting Jay to pull him in closer, to hold him just a little longer. But instead, Jay moved away, and Yoohan was left with a strange feeling he didn’t quite recognize. Disappointment? He should feel relieved — he was uncomfortable anyway, right? But part of him couldn’t shake the disappointment of seeing Jay pull away.
"I’ll be back late tonight. Make sure to eat before you go to bed."
Jay stood, picking up his phone from the bedside table. Yoohan swallowed, still reeling from the kiss.
"I don’t need a babysitter," he muttered, though the words felt weak even to him.
Jay chuckled, standing up and grabbing his phone from the bedside table.
"You say that, but you never seem to care about eating."
"It's not that I don't care," Yoohan shot back, crossing his arms. "I just forget."
"I don't."
Jay looked at him silently, his words tinged with a hint of ice.
"I don't forget. So make sure you eat."
Yoohan watched him blankly, ruffling his own hair absently. He didn’t have much to do today, aside from practice. Walking toward the door, Jay paused and turned around.
"Sleep on the bed, even when I’m not here."
With that, he was gone, and Yoohan stared blankly at the door, the space Jay had left feeling strangely too wide.
***
Yoohan was in the middle of pouring coffee for two when the sound of footsteps echoed from behind. He didn’t need to turn to know who it was. The familiar presence of Yoon Jay filled the room before Jay even spoke.
“What’s this?”
Jay asked, his voice casual, though his tone hinted at curiosity. He approached the table with his hands folded behind his back, but not before brushing their elbows together on purpose. Yoohan could feel the slight pressure.
“I made coffee.”
Yoohan replied, his voice flat. He was used to Jay’s fleeting presence now, used to him coming and going as he pleased. Moving in with Jay had meant learning how to adjust, how to live around his unpredictable habits.
“Seems like you’re about to leave for work.”
Yoohan added, half-stating, half-asking. He was about to set the second cup aside, figuring Jay wouldn’t have time for it, but Jay snatched it from his hand with a broad smirk.
“Work can wait.”
Jay said, his voice light but firm. Despite the words, Yoohan had no doubt that whatever Jay had to do was important — but for now, he didn’t mind indulging him.
Yoohan let out a small sigh, but there was a warmth that spread in his chest, unexpected and sweet. It was a fleeting feeling.
They sat together at the table, Yoohan talking about the movie he was preparing to audition for, outlining his thoughts on the character, the plot, and his approach. Jay listened, his gaze never leaving Yoohan, his attention unwavering. Yoohan caught the way Jay’s eyes softened when he spoke, how it felt like the world narrowed to just the two of them, in that small moment, in that small space.
Every now and then, Jay would chime in with a remark or a question. It was comfortable, even with the knowledge that it wouldn’t last long.
The conversation continued until Jay's phone rang. Jay sighed, the sound heavy with annoyance as he reached for his phone. His expression shifted, the easygoing mood replaced by the sharpness of someone on a tight schedule.
“I have to go.”
Jay muttered, smoothing down his suit. He looked at Yoohan with a quiet intensity before stepping forward, standing just behind him. Yoohan was in the middle of cleaning up, placing the teacups carefully onto a tray.
Before Yoohan could even react, Jay moved quickly, trapping him against the table. Yoohan froze, surprised, and tried to shift away, but Jay had already leaned in, capturing his lips in a swift, practiced kiss.
Yoohan turned his head, trying to avoid the kiss, but Jay’s hands were firm, holding him in place, as he always did. It had been a month since Yoohan moved in with him, and every day, without fail, Jay had kissed him before leaving for work. And every day, Yoohan would try to avoid it. But it always ended the same.
Flushed, Yoohan couldn’t help but wonder when — if — he would ever get used to this. To them. Despite living with Jay for a month now, he still couldn’t bring himself to feel comfortable in Jay’s house.
Jay pulled back slightly, his face still close, his voice low and filled with something Yoohan couldn’t quite place. "Let’s have dessert later, hmm?" There was an edge of something more, something unsaid, a promise of what was to come later that night. Yoohan’s chest tightened slightly at the thought, but before he could respond, Jay was already pulling away, heading for the door.
***
They wake up at the same time, Jay draped over Yoohan like a dead weight against his back as he moves. Yoohan tries to straighten up, but Jay stays firmly attached, leaning into him as if he’s the only warmth in the world.
With a quiet sigh, Yoohan bends, attempting to move, but Jay doesn’t let up. He’s utterly useless this morning, but Yoohan’s too tired to argue. He finishes pouring the last of the bathwater into the tub, frustration flickering across his face.
“Get in,” Yoohan nudges Jay, but Jay stays put. “Yah, you’re gonna freeze me out. All this work for nothing.”
Jay grumbles something against his neck. Yoohan doesn’t bother listening — he knows Jay’s just being annoying — but eventually, Jay shifts off him, pulling off his pants. The expensive material falls to the floor, and Yoohan follows suit, letting his own shorts drop.
Jay sinks into the tub and pats the space in front of him. Yoohan hesitates but climbs in anyway, the water a bit tight between them, but it’s manageable. Jay wraps his arms around Yoohan’s waist without saying anything, and Yoohan rolls his eyes.
“Should’ve gotten a bigger tub.”
Jay mutters, then dumps water over Yoohan’s head without waiting for an answer.
“I can wash myself,” Yoohan says, swatting his hand away. “I’m not a damn child.”
But Jay doesn’t listen. He continues, pouring water over Yoohan’s hair like he’s done it a thousand times before. Yoohan can’t help but stiffen, irritated. He’s not a kid — he can wash himself just fine.
“You can wash my hair too. We’ll take turns.”
Yoohan raises an eyebrow.
“Who said I wanted to wash your hair?”
Jay looks at him like he’s just broken his heart, making Yoohan want to smack him.
“You don’t?”
Yoohan opens his mouth to snap something back, but the words catch in his throat. Instead, Yoohan just sighs and turns to face the wall. Arguing with this madman is impossible anyways.
“Whatever,” he mutters, annoyed.
Jay chuckles softly, but Yoohan doesn’t react. When he glances over his shoulder, though, Jay’s not laughing anymore. His eyes are focused on Yoohan’s hair like it’s the most important thing in the world. Yoohan narrows his eyes at him, suspicious.
“What? You like my face that much?”
"..........."
Jay smiles with his eyes but doesn’t say anything further, and they finish the bath in silence, taking turns washing each other. Yoohan’s wound is mostly healed, so he doesn’t need to worry about it. They take their time dressing after.
When Jay’s ready to leave, he kisses Yoohan—quick and easy, as if it’s just part of the routine. Yoohan’s used to it, or at least he should be by now. Jay steps back, adjusting his suit, even though there isn’t a single wrinkle, just like he always does. But this time, Yoohan’s eyes linger on him longer than usual. Jay’s hair is perfectly in place, his suit immaculate, and despite seeing him like this every day, Yoohan still feels that low heat pooling in his gut. It’s a familiar feeling, but no less intense.
“Wait for me, Yoohan.”
His voice is low. Yoohan’s face flushes, and he turns his head away quickly.
Idiot. What else can I do but wait?
***
Yoon Jay hadn't seen Lee Yoohan in a week. He had been away on a business trip, and though he longed to get back home to Yoohan, there was too much work awaiting him at the office. He knew the president would be on his case if he didn’t take care of it right away, and he’d prefer to get it all done now so that when he finally did go home, there wouldn’t be any distractions.
But the moment he entered the office, he was caught off guard. Yoohan was sitting on the couch, casually scrolling through some papers, as if he had been there for hours. Jay’s heart skipped a beat, but he masked it with a quick, playful grin.
"You've been waiting for me?"
"You wish. I didn’t wait for you."
A lie. It was obvious enough, in the way Yoohan sat there, a little tense but not entirely surprised.
"I just got back from a week-long hellhole of a business trip, and this is the warm welcome I get?"
Jay didn’t waste another second. His tiredness faded in an instant, replaced with a sudden, familiar surge of need. He walked over, and before Yoohan could say another word, he was pulling him up to his feet. Without hesitation, he cupped Yoohan’s face, kissing him hard, like he had been deprived of it for too long.
Yoohan’s breath caught, but he melted into the kiss, his body pressing against Jay’s. The warmth of his touch, the urgency of the kiss — it all rushed over him. He’d gotten used to this — the way Jay always seemed to crave him, like there was no room for anything else in the world but the two of them. It had become routine, in a way. A kiss before Jay left, a kiss when he returned.
Jay wastes no time and takes Yoohan right there in his office in the middle of the day. Their kisses rough and urgent. Yoohan struggles to keep a steady pace, riding Jay's hard cock. Jay grips his hips tightly, guiding him when he loses control.
He couldn’t keep track of how many times he’d come. His body felt heavy with the effort, his muscles burning with exertion, but Jay wasn’t done yet. His stamina was something else... It wounded his pride as a man, knowing he was on the verge of passing out.
"How do you even have the energy for this?"
Yoohan managed to get out, struggling to keep his voice steady as Jay pushed into him even further.
Jay’s answer was just a low laugh. "Don’t act like you’re not keeping up." His grip on Yoohan’s hips tightened, his cock repeatedly thrusting in and out.
Yoohan clenched his jaw. A hand grips his hair and yanks it back, the pace they had settled into now quickening. Yoohan gasps, overwhelmed by the force of the thrusts pushing him to his limit. Desperate for something to hold onto, he grabs Jay's shoulders, his nails digging into the flesh. He’s certain he’ll leave marks behind.
His orgasm hits him like a punch, a choked-out cry of Jay's name the only sound he can manage. Moments later, Jay follows, pushing deep into Yoohan, filling him once more, his actions frantic and relentless.
They catch their breath together, Jay, ever the cuddler after sex, trying to press his body into Yoohan's, which is nearly too hot to handle.
Jay chuckles softly, breathless and content, his hands wandering along Yoohan’s soft skin, squeezing his ass just enough to hear the low whine escape his lips.
“Yoohan—”
But the moment of peace was shattered by a sharp knock on the door.
Yoohan shot up into a seated position, his body reacting immediately to the sudden interruption. He winced when Jay’s cock, still softening inside him, slipped free. He glared at Jay, whose expression was anything but pleased with the sudden intrusion.
“I fucking told you!”
Yoohan hissed, his voice low and frustrated.
Jay’s grip on him tightened. He wasn’t letting him get up — not yet. "Damn it..." Jay muttered, his annoyance evident. He glared at the door, irritation flashing across his face.
Another knock, more insistent this time. Jay scowled, Yoohan’s frown deepened as he shifted uncomfortably, still caught in Jay’s grasp.
“Wait, let's clean u-”
The person knocked again, but this time there was a hesitation before the sound came. Jay growled, pushing himself off the couch but keeping a tight hold on Yoohan as he tried to pull away.
“What the fuck?!”
Yoohan hissed, struggling against Jay’s hold. He was naked, exposed. Meanwhile, Jay — clad in his business clothes, though disheveled — looked anything but composed. His shirt was half undone, and his hair was a mess. Jay opened the door just enough to get a glimpse of whoever was on the other side, but it wasn’t enough to reveal Yoohan’s naked form.
Jay stood at the door, his glare so intense it could’ve melted the metal. The person on the other side hesitated, clearly intimidated by the fury radiating from him. They stammered, catching a glimpse of Jay’s exposed chest as he opened the door. Yoohan felt the familiar twinge of irritation, but he quickly suppresses it, turning his focus back to the task at hand.
"Uh... D-Director Yoon," the person managed to get out, voice shaky, "t-the meeting with the president. You’re supposed to be there."
Jay remained silent for a long moment, his eyes still locked onto the person as if daring them to say anything else. Finally, with a frustrated noise, he gave a brief nod. "I’ll be there," he muttered, and without another word, he slammed the door shut.
Yoohan, still in Jay’s arms, buried his face in the crook of Jay’s neck, his face burning with embarrassment. His whole body flushed at the realization of how exposed he had been.
"Definitely firing that piece of trash,” Jay’s voice was gruff, annoyance edging his words, but his hands were gentle as he carefully lowered Yoohan back onto the couch. He straightened up, adjusting his appearance, quickly pulling himself together.
“They were just doing their job.”
“I don’t care. I clearly ordered them not to interrupt me.”
Yoohan just shut his mouth, knowing Jay wouldn’t listen to him no matter what he said now. He could only silently pity that person. Jay turned to face Yoohan again, his gaze softening just enough for Yoohan to notice. But before he could say anything, Jay stepped forward, his hands already reaching for him, intending to clean him off. Yoohan scowled, pushing himself back into the couch as his cheeks flushed darker.
“I can do it myself,” Yoohan grumbled. But Jay didn’t even flinch. He moved as if he hadn’t heard him, and before Yoohan could protest further, Jay was already wiping away the the cum on his chest and bottom. Yoohan’s breathing became shallow, but he didn’t dare look Jay in the eye. He was annoyed, but part of him was just... used to it.
Jay helped him into his pants, his touch firm and precise. Jay picks up his own jacket, and for a moment, Yoohan expects him to put it on himself. Instead, Jay places the expensive coat over Yoohan’s shoulders.
Yoohan instinctively pulled it tighter, not wanting to appear too desperate, but the sensation of the jacket over his shoulders was comforting, even though it was just a small gesture. He shifted uncomfortably on the couch, the sticky feeling between his legs making him wish he could just go home. He wanted to clean up, to wash everything off, but he knew Jay still had some work left, so he waited.
Jay didn’t look up as he gathered his things, his focus entirely on the task. “I’ll be back soon,” he muttered, his tone flat.
Yoohan nodded, eyes lifting as he tilted his head up. Jay, without hesitation, leaned down, pressing a brief kiss to Yoohan’s lips. Then Jay was gone, leaving him alone in the silence of the office.
***
Yoohan lies still in bed, the soft hum of the morning barely reaching him. He listens to the familiar sounds of Jay moving around the room — his footsteps light but purposeful. Jay’s clothes rustle as he pulls on his shirt, the quiet click of his cufflinks following shortly after. Yoohan can hear the faint sound of Jay’s tie being adjusted, the soft tug of fabric as he fastens it in place.
Yoohan wonders, if Jay will bother waking him up for a goodbye kiss.
The sound of Jay’s footsteps grows closer, and Yoohan holds his breath, deliberately slowing his heartbeat. He wants to stay still, to appear as though he’s still asleep, though a part of him feels a bit foolish for pretending. The quiet shuffle of Jay’s shoes on the floor brings him to the edge of the bed, and Yoohan can practically feel the warmth radiating from his side. He waits.
“Yoohan?”
Jay’s voice is soft, like he’s not sure if he should disturb him.
When there’s no answer, Jay leans down. His lips brush Yoohan’s with the familiar warmth of a quick, chaste kiss.
Yoohan can feel the soft press of Jay’s lips even after he pulls away. The moment Jay’s footsteps fade, he pulls the blanket over his face, sinking into the remaining warmth on Jay’s side of the bed.
***
“My Yoohan is such a good cook.”
“Who’s your Yoohan?”
“Are you not my Yoohan?”
“Stop saying bullshit and eat.”
Yoohan snorts, crossing his arms. Lately, Jay has been asking Yoohan to make something for him more often. At first, it was just a passing comment. But now it’s almost a ritual. Yoohan used to feel like he was the only one on the receiving end of things — always the one who needed help, the one who felt indebted whenever Jay brought or made something for him.
Despite Jay's words, Yoohan couldn’t shake the discomfort that bubbled up inside him. There’s something unsettling about being taken care of. He feels off balance, too often. But at least with the cooking, it eases some of that tension.
Jay had noticed, of course. He wasn’t blind to Yoohan’s discomfort. So, he came up with a solution: asking Yoohan to cook for him. At first, it was just to give Yoohan something to focus on—to feel in control of. But then Jay realized something else.
He liked watching Yoohan cook.
There was something about the way Yoohan’s focused expression softened as he worked, the way his hands moved with precision. Jay found it... oddly endearing. His gaze would linger a little too long, and his dick would stir, his mind wandering in ways he knew Yoohan would probably get mortified at if he ever found out.
Yoohan only knew how to cook a few dishes, so he had spent the previous night meticulously following tutorials, determined to get the dumplings just right. All morning was dedicated to perfecting them, testing each fold and filling until they were presentable. He told himself it wasn’t for Jay’s sake — just something to do. But watching the madman devour them now, Yoohan sipped his tea with a faint satisfaction he refused to name.
Jay, on the other hand, leaned back in his chair, swirling the wine he had poured the moment Yoohan walked into his study with the plate. His free hand picked up another dumpling, and his eyes gleamed as if the meal had been served on a silver platter.
“You’re spoiling me.”
He said, smirking over the rim of his glass. Yoohan didn’t look up, his focus on the tea in his hands.
“You’re imagining things.”
“Am I? You made these for me, spent all night perfecting them. Admit it.”
“I was craving them.”
“You’re a terrible liar, you know that? You wouldn’t go to this much trouble for yourself even if your life depended on it.”
Yoohan didn’t respond, but the slight twitch of his eyebrow gave him away. Jay knew better. Yoohan would never indulge himself, not when guilt weighed him down over every little thing. Even if he did crave something, there was no way he’d spend hours making it just for himself. Jay teased, eyeing the plate as if it were a masterpiece.
“These,” Jay continued, motioning to the plate, “are clearly for me. You’ve got guilt written all over your face, like usual.”
“Then don’t eat them.”
Yoohan shot back, finally looking up. Jay shrugged, picking up another dumpling.
“Too late….. But lucky for you, this just makes me painfully horny."
"............"
"Or was that your goal?"
“You should be institutionalized.”
“Bet you can't spell that.”
This madman really knows how to push my buttons.
He decided to ignore him.
Yoohan leaned back, his gaze briefly landing on the stack of documents Jay had pushed aside when he entered. The papers had been scattered across the desk earlier, clearly important enough to keep him holed up here for hours. Now they lay abandoned, and Yoohan knew the man wasn’t coming to bed anytime soon.
He pushed the thought aside, sipping his tea as the room settled into a rare, comfortable silence. Jay occasionally glanced at him between bites, a small smile playing on his lips as though he were enjoying more than just the food. After a while yoohan couldn't take it and raised an eyebrow.
“Nothing.”
Jay said, popping another dumpling into his mouth. He chewed slowly, his eyes glinting with amusement.
“Just thinking how cute you look when you’re pretending to ignore me.”
“If I’m ignoring you, it’s not pretending.”
“Sure, sure. By the way, these dumplings are really good. You might as well start calling them ‘Yoohan’s Love Bites.’”
Yoohan nearly choked on his tea, glaring at him.
“Stop naming my food. Or talking.”
“You made them for me, didn’t you? You’re practically confessing your undying devotion.”
“Keep talking, and I’ll dedicate my next dish to poisoning you.”
"Haha... You like me too much to do that."
"..........."
When the last dumpling disappeared, Yoohan stood, collecting the plate and Jay’s empty wine glass. “I’ll leave you to your work,” he said, his tone neutral.
“You don’t have to leave, you know.”
Without warning, he gently kisses Yoohan’s hand. Yoohan flinches, his breath catching despite himself. His gaze sharpens, the sensation lingering on his skin like a spark. He pulls his hands back quickly.
“You’ve got things to do,” he said finally, motioning toward the papers. “Don’t let me distract you.”
“You’re always a distraction.”
Jay quipped with a lazy grin. Yoohan turned his back to him, hiding the faint twitch at the corner of his mouth.
"Good. Maybe you'll finish faster."
Jay laughed, the sound filling the room.
***
Yoohan made sure he had everything needed for his long trip. A three-week filming stint in Malaysia. His manager, along with Hansoo, was already preparing for the journey, making sure all logistics were in order. The schedule was tight, and the days would be long. He hated to admit it but the thought of being away from Jay for so long made the trip feel heavier than it should. Even though this wasn't the first time they had been separated.
He wandered into the living room, where Jay was waiting for him. Jay was lounging casually on the couch, eyes following Yoohan's every move with that familiar, intense look.
“How long will I be separated from you again?”
Jay asked, a dramatic tone in his voice as he slowly reached out, taking Yoohan’s face in his hands. His fingers glided over Yoohan’s smooth skin, thumbs tracing his cheekbones, a touch that felt both familiar and possessive.
“I’m not sure. But what I am sure about is that you’ll be fine without my presence.”
He couldn’t help but add,
“You’re no kid.”
“How am I supposed to sleep at night without you there?”
“By closing your eyes.”
“No fun."
Yoohan tilted his head up slightly, expecting the usual kiss goodbye. But instead of the soft press of Jay’s lips, there was nothing.
He stood still, waiting, wondering if Jay was messing with him, as usual. Still nothing.
“Yoohan.”
Yoohan opened his eyes to find Jay grinning like a cat, that mischievous glint in his gaze. Yoohan frowned and stepped back, suddenly feeling timid. Embarrassment crept up on him, though he couldn’t quite explain why. It was just the madman, after all.
“Have I spoiled you with kisses so much that you expect one every time we part?”
Yoohan froze. Yes, he had gotten used to that. And yes, he liked it. A lot. But now, the question made him feel exposed. It pissed him off, not just because Jay pointed it out, but because he had let himself fall into the routine.
Yoohan's jaw tightened. He wanted to run, wanted to walk out without another word, leave Jay to stew on his own. But instead, he just stood there, fists clenching at his sides.
“Shut up, you bastard. You don’t have to…”
Yoohan’s words faded, his frustration rising. He took a step back, but Jay closed the distance, never losing that smug grin.
“No, I don’t have to,” Jay said, his voice smooth and silvery, sending a shiver down Yoohan’s spine.
“But I want to and you are just too cute.”
Before Yoohan could react, Jay crushed him against his chest, his mouth coming down hard on Yoohan’s in a bruising kiss. Yoohan’s heart raced, and for a moment, he forgot the anger. His hands pressed against Jay’s chest, trying to push him away, but Jay wasn’t having it. He shoved Yoohan against the counter, kissing him like he needed air, like Yoohan’s breath belonged to him.
“Jay,” Yoohan gasped, pulling back, but Jay followed, kissing him deeper, his hands roaming as if he couldn’t get close enough.
Yoohan’s breath hitched, his hands slipping under Jay’s shirt, but he quickly yanked them back, his face flushed.
“Stop… ngh—”
Unfortunately, Jay was never good at following directions, and by the time it was finally time to leave, Yoohan was thoroughly fucked, struggling to clean up the loads of cum inside him.