Jisung spent the entire morning in the café and only around lunchtime did he decide to return to his room, hoping with all his heart not to find the older boy there. He grabbed his phone and keys and left the café.
He reached his room, opened the door quietly, and looked around to see if the other was there—fortunately, he wasn't. He sighed with relief and entered, closing the door behind him.
He placed his keys and phone on his desk, took off his shirt to be more comfortable, put on his favorite playlist, and began unpacking his suitcases.
He opened his wardrobe and then the suitcase that was resting on the bed, took out some clothes, and started putting them in the closet as neatly as possible.
He organized the clothes on the shelves and, humming, began to hang the others.
When he finished with the clothes, he moved on to tidying the desk: he placed his laptop, his notebook for lyrics, various markers, and his beloved bag full of snacks for concentration, as he called them.
Once everything was arranged, he smiled satisfied, threw himself on the bed, turned up the music volume, adjusted the pillow to get comfortable, and closed his eyes, relaxing.
Slow Down by Chase Atlantic was his favorite song. Every time he went to the club, he found himself dancing very sensually to its rhythm, attracting all the attention.
For many, his choice to find someone different every night to have fun with was unusual, out of the ordinary, but he liked it.
He felt good and it was the only moment in his days when he didn't feel different and small compared to the rest of the world.
A little later, the door opened revealing the figure of the older. The younger ignored him, continuing to listen to his beloved playlist, lost in his thoughts.
"Brat, turn down that music. You're not the only one here," he looked at him sideways, sitting on the bed.
"Put on headphones if it bothers you," Jisung replied indifferently, playing on his phone.
"No, turn it off. We need to discuss some things."
"What if I don't want to?"
"How old are you? Five? Throwing a tantrum?" He mocked him.
Jisung huffed, gave him the middle finger, and turned off the music. He put his phone on the nightstand and sat cross-legged.
"What do we need to discuss?"
"Rules," he said seriously.
Good thing I'm the childish one.
"Haven't we outgrown the age of rules a while ago?" Jisung laughed.
"These are coexistence rules. It seems to me that neither of us is happy with this situation," he observed, taking a pen and paper.
"That seems obvious."
"Exactly. So, to live this coexistence 'as best as possible,' I thought of creating some rules."
"Let's hear them," Jisung looked interested. Sometimes something smart came out of his mouth.
"First of all, neither of us should invade the other's privacy. If one wants to bring someone here, they have to tell the other so they can leave the room—"
"Should I leave my comfortable bed and sleep in some random room just so you can have sex?" Jisung interrupted sharply.
"Exactly, and I'll do the same. Unless you're still a virgin," he mocked.
"I have sex more than you do, Lee," Jisung shot back sideways. "In that case, I'm in! Get used to sleeping elsewhere; I'll have lots of fun," he boasted, making the older laugh.
"Stop laughing at me, asshole!" Jisung glared at him.
"As you wish, brat," he laughed. "Continuing: if one of us has an exam the next day, no one should enter the room; if you want to see your little friends, you can always do it somewhere else. No one should touch the other's stuff, whether it's food, clothes, or anything else." He pointed to a specific drawer behind him and looked serious. "Touch that drawer and you're dead."
"Don't worry, I won't touch your My Little Pony collection," Jisung smiled crookedly.
"Fuck off," he looked sideways, making Han laugh.
"I'll think about it tonight, now go on."
"What a submissive."
"Happy to be, but for your information, I'm also a great dom," he winked.
"Useless info and not believable at all."
"Yah! Watch out, I can dominate you too if I want."
"You have to manage it first," Jisung smiled crookedly.
"Narcissist," he rolled his eyes.
"I know. Anyway, everyone has to keep their half of the room tidy, and last but not least: neither of us should fall in love with the other," he concluded, looking at him.
"What a stupid rule! Do you really think I'll fall in love with you?" Jisung laughed amused.
"Everyone falls at my feet; I wouldn't be surprised if you did too, brat. Better safe than sorry."
"Not even if you were the last man on earth besides me. Abstinence is better."
"That one hurt," he pretended to be offended.
"Sorry, princess," Jisung laughed before getting up to get his clean clothes.
"I'm not a princess!" He looked at him sideways.
"Oh yes, you are, Princess Lee," he laughed before locking himself in the bathroom.
"Fuck you, Han Jisung," he heard shouted.
"I will," he laughed before undressing and stepping into the shower.
[..]
Evening had come quickly, and the younger was getting ready for the big welcome party.
At that moment, he was standing in front of his wardrobe mirror, observing his reflected image.
In those clothes, he looked really sexy: the black jeans perfectly highlighted his round, firm ass, the tight black shirt tucked inside showed off his collarbones, the silver chain around his neck gave the outfit a daddy vibe, while the short red leather jacket made him even more seductive.
His brown hair was styled wavy and slightly wet to make him as attractive as possible, giving him that messy look, while the light makeup made his gaze more magnetic. He looked at his reflection in the mirror and smiled with satisfaction — that night he would drive anyone crazy.
The door to the room opened, revealing the figure of Minho. "When you're done admiring yourself in the mirror, you can free up the room, thanks," he said with a fake smile, throwing himself on the bed.
"Did you invite your little friends over to play My Little Pony?" He laughed, closing the wardrobe door.
"I'd tell you what we're going to play, but you're too young. I wouldn't want to stunt your growth," he winked.
"We're only two years apart!" The younger one shot him a glare before bending down to get his shoes.
"You're still the little one," the older one's gaze landed on the younger's ass and, unintentionally, he kept staring. He had to admit it was very inviting and firm.
No, wait. He couldn't have really thought that — it wasn't like him.
I haven't had sex in a while, he told himself, looking away.
"You're always an asshole, arrogant and narcissistic!" Jisung ran a hand through his hair, grabbing his phone.
"Always handsome, smart, and sexy. Yeah, I know," he smiled proudly.
"In your dreams! Don't take too long, I don't plan on sleeping on the stairs," he headed to the door.
"In that case, you'll get a beautiful lullaby," the older one chuckled.
"You're disgusting," the younger one said, leaving the room toward the lovebirds' room, while the older one's laughter echoed behind him, irritating him.