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Author's Note: <\/strong>This movie is wonderful in all its weirdness (it's fluffy and light but with a surprisingly dark edge), and you can't tell me that Jin-hyeok wasn't well on his way of falling in love with Seon-woo.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

(Btw, note on the names: I've seen various versions, so in the end I went with the spelling from imdb<\/a> page.)<\/p>\n\n\n\n\n\n\n\n

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Chapter 1<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad you didn\u2019t. Kill yourself, I mean.\u201d The confession slipped \nout sounding much more sincere than he\u2019d intended, and Jin-hyeok quickly\n added more flippantly, \u201cThat would have been horrible for my karma, \nsince it was my rejection that drove you to it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The warm, almost \nshy smile spreading on Seon-woo\u2019s face told him his chef wasn\u2019t fooled \nby his bluster, but Jin-hyeok found he didn\u2019t mind so much. It wasn\u2019t as\n if anyone was around to see, after all, what with Ki-beom still in \nParis with that damn Jean-Baptiste and Su-yeong having been called home \nearly due to a burst pipe or something at his new place. Doubtlessly \nSu-yeong\u2019s fault somehow, just as the small fire last week and the \nbacked-up loo the week before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m glad, too.\u201d Seon-woo\u2019s head \nagainst his shoulder felt familiar at this point, maybe even \ncomfortable, although Jin-hyeok would rather have faced his nightmare \nshadow than admit it. Seon-woo added with forced levity, \u201cI don\u2019t think I\n would have much liked hanging myself. I don\u2019t even like breathplay \nduring sex.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYeah, it\u2019s not a nice way to die. And not a nice way not<\/em>\n to die either,\u201d Jin-hyeok murmured absentmindedly, the words simply \nslipping out. He only noticed he\u2019d spoken aloud when Seon-woo jerked \naway from him, eyes wide and watery with shock. Jin-hyeok could have \nslapped himself. He\u2019d been meaning to comfort the chef, who\u2019d seemed \ndown in the dumps recently, despite putting up a good front, not to make\n this about his own fucked up past. Without stopping to think, Jin-hyeok\n cupped Seon-woo\u2019s face in both hands, willing him to believe his \nreassurance: \u201cIt was a long time ago, and you know how much better I am \nthese days. I swear, the last cake you forced me to try didn\u2019t even make\n me barf. I'd go so far as to say it was almost<\/em> edible.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As\n he\u2019d hoped, this made Seon-woo smile, although it remained a bit \nwobbly. Later, Jin-hyeok wouldn\u2019t be able to say what prompted him to do\n what he did, except that they\u2019d still been standing so close, and \nSeon-woo\u2019s eyes, still shining with unshed tears for a mistake Jin-hyeok\n barely even thought about anymore, had flicked to his lips in what was \nprobably a reflex to close proximity to a male of \u201chis type.\u201d It used \nthe be that even a hint of Seon-woo's attraction to him made Jin-hyeok \nrecoil, now he had gotten used to it to the point that he felt something\n was missing if Seon-woo wasn't<\/em> occasionally giving him the once-over.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whatever\n it was, one moment Jin-hyeok\u2019s hands had been against Seon-woo\u2019s smooth\n cheeks in an almost-acceptably heterosexual gesture of comfort, the \nnext they\u2019d slid into the silky strand of the chef \u2019s pony tail, tugging\n him closer until their noses bumped, sliding against each other. Then \ntheir lips met, and Jin-hyeok swallowed Seon-woo\u2019s surprised gasp in an \nuncoordinated but entirely unhesitating kiss.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He\u2019d acted on \nimpulse, unthinkingly, so it took him a moment to register that Seon-woo\n wasn\u2019t reacting, Even his hands, which previously had been gripping \nJin-hyeok\u2019s elbows, had fallen limply to his sides. Jin-hyeok pulled \nback as if he\u2019d been scalded, feeling his cheeks heat up as he stumbled \nbackwards, cursing when his funny bone hit the corner of the kitchen \ncounter, adding shooting pain to his mortification. Doubling over, he \ncradled the aching limb protectively against his body, pretending it was\n this rather than humiliation that made hot tears prickle behind his \neyelids.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cJin-hyeok, Jin-hyeok, are you alright?\u201d Seon-woo\u2019s \nconcerned voice was followed by the gentle pressure of long fingers, \nstrong from kneading cake dough and nimble from creating all those \nintricate pastries, forcing Jin-hyeok\u2019s chin upwards. He was biting his \nlower lip worriedly, glasses slightly askew from Jin-hyeok\u2019s unfortunate\n attempt, some strands of hair escaping his pony tail, and Jin-hyeok had\n never wanted to kiss anyone more. Which was... ridiculous<\/em>, and Jin-hyeok shook his head violently, trying to clear his mind and dislodging Seon-woo\u2019s fingers in the process. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI\u2019m\n fine. Sorry if I startled you, I just wanted to distract you,\u201d he lied \nthrough clenched teeth. Forcing a laugh he asked, \u201cDid it work?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

They\n were still standing rather close together, so there was no missing the \nquick flash of hurt in his friend\u2019s eyes before they cleared and \nSeon-woo replied in his usual flirtatious manner, \u201cI\u2019m not certain - \nmaybe you should kiss me again, to make sure.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It wasn\u2019t a \nquestion, yet there was something hopeful behind that playful smile, \nsomething that Jin-hyeok chose to ignore in favour of stepping away with\n a grin that felt false stretching on his face. \u201cNope, sorry. You had \nyour chance, this was a one-time offer.\u201d He turned around, grabbing a \ncloth and wiping down the already spotless counter. Deliberately not \nchecking what sort of reaction his words had garnered, he added lightly,\n \u201cWe should go to the club once we\u2019ve finished closing up. You\u2019ll find \nmore than your fair share of willing kissing partners there. Or more.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood\n idea, boss.\u201d Seon-woo sounded normal enough, and Jin-hyeok risked a \nquick glance from under his lashes. He found his patissier further away \nthan he\u2019d thought, busily putting away the last of the clean dishes. \nHolding back a sigh, Jin-hyeok rubbed a tired hand over his eyes and \nleft Seon-woo to prep his station for the next morning, while he did the\n last check of the premises on autopilot, locking up and turning off the\n lights as he went.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

This was normal, routine, and he clung to it \ndesperately, because on the inside, he was in turmoil. He wanted nothing\n more than to excuse himself and go home, but on the one hand that would\n mean having to explain himself to Seon-woo and on the other hand, at \nhome he\u2019d have all night to stew over whatever madness had prompted his \nactions. Getting drunk was infinitely preferable to this, even if it \nmeant having to witness countless guys pawing at Seon-woo all night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not\n that Seon-woo had taken any of them up on their offers on the occasions\n when Jin-hyeok had joined him at the club, which had become something \nof a habit on their nights off or when there were no deliveries the next\n morning. Jin-hyeok had chalked it up to Seon-woo making a conscious \neffort to break the bad patterns of his past, and he\u2019d been pleased that\n apparently Seon-woo found his platonic company more fun than sexual \nadventures in anonymous hotel rooms. Or in the club bathroom, or \nwherever gay men hooked up. Not that Jin-hyeok had spent any time \nthinking about such details. Instead, he was rather proud of himself for\n having grown so secure in his masculinity that he didn\u2019t even mind \nanymore when people mistook him for Seon-woo\u2019s boyfriend, which happened\n with increasing frequency.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

However, when they left Antique<\/em> a little while later with the promise to meet at the club once they\u2019d showered and changed, there was a glint in Seon-woo\u2019s eyes that made Jin-hyeok\u2019s stomach drop. Tonight, his friend was going on the prowl, he was certain of it, and he only hoped there was enough alcohol on offer for him to wash down the bitter jealousy that arouse in him at the prospect. He needed to get drunk enough to forget what he'd just done - and to forget that he wanted to do it again.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chapter 2<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lucky for Jin-hyeok there was indeed alcohol aplenty available, \nbecause his instinct had been correct: The moment they entered the club,\n Seon-woo disappeared into the crowd, only to reappear on stage, \ngrinding with what struck Jin-hyeok as an endless parade of guys in \nvarious states of undress. What was worse, Seon-woo had also lost his \nshirt at some point and gotten covered in glitter, which only served to \nenhance his demonic charm.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cGood to see him back in the saddle,\u201d the bartender remarked with his\n usual frankness. \u201cDid he ride you to exhaustion? A guy like him is...\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c...meant to be shared, yes I know,\u201d Jin-hyeok interrupted in disgust . \u201cAnd no, he most certainly did not ride me<\/em>, to exhaustion or anything else. We\u2019re just...\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201c...friends, you\u2019ve told me before, many times.\u201d This time the \nbartender was the one to interrupt, but since he accompanied his \nimpertinence with another glass of rather excellent bourbon, Jin-hyeok \ndecided to let it slide. He downed the glass much too quickly for \nsomething of this calibre and immediately gestured for more. The \nbartender obliged, although Jin-hyeok was almost sure he heard him \nmutter something uncomplimentary under his breath, and the drink came \nfrom a much lower shelf. Not that Jin-hyeok cared much anymore at this \npoint. Who needed quality if he could get quantity?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had managed to put away half a bottle of whatever was put in front\n of him by the time Seon-woo half-collapsed next to him on the stool \nnext to his. He was literally glistening<\/em>, sweat and glitter \nreflecting the pulsing lights from the dancefloor, enhancing his slim \nbut well-muscled torso, his high cheekbones. There was even some glitter\n caught in his long lashes, and before he could stop himself, Jin-hyeok \nhad reached out and removed it with a gentleness that belied his gruff \norder to, \u201cStay still, Seon-woo, you\u2019ll go blind.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cTh-thank you.\u201d Stumbling a little over his words, Seon-woo\u2019s eyes \nwidened at the small gesture and his tongue flicked out to wet his lips,\n making them glisten invitingly. There was no guile in this, no \ncalculation, and somehow it was all the more irresistible for it. The \nthought flitted through Jin-hyeok\u2019s mind, fleeting but undeniably real, \nmaking him grateful for the low lighting and the flush of alcohol to \nhide the blush in his cheeks. To distract himself, he quickly emptied \nhis glass and gestured for more, refusing to meet Seon-woo\u2019s eyes and \nwhatever he might be able to read in them. Which was why he jumped in \nsurprise when his friend\u2019s breath suddenly wafted against his ear, \nwhispering, \u201cOh, Jin-hyeok, do you know what you do to me?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jin-hyeok turned abruptly, coming face to face with Seon-woo, so \nclose their noses were almost touching. He recoiled, and Seon-woo\u2019s \nbeautiful features darkened. But only for a second, then they smoothed \nout, smile hiding in the corners of his mouth, and his grip on \nJin-hyeok\u2019s shoulder was firm and reassuring. \u201cI thought you were over \nthis.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cI... I am.\u201d Jin-hyeok cleared his throat and explained lamely, \u201cYou \njust startled me, that\u2019s all. I thought you\u2019d leave with one of your \nadmirers.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cThen who\u2019d make sure my boss gets home safe?\u201d The pastry chef\u2019s answer came with gratifying promptness.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jin-hyeok\u2019s heart squeezed painfully at the matter-of-fact caring in \nSeon-woo\u2019s voice. Fuck, he was in so much trouble. Still, he felt he \nshould at least put up a token protest. \u201cI\u2019m not that<\/em> drunk. I can take a taxi.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cStop arguing and let me take you home.\u201d Seon-woo\u2019s strong shoulder \nbumped gently into his, and this time Jin-hyeok didn\u2019t pull back.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

On the contrary, he might have leaned into it a little - but only \nbecause his balance was off, of course. Catching himself, he shook his \nhead and gestured for the bartender. \u201cNot yet. Let\u2019s have another drink \nfirst. Or two.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cSure. You\u2019re the boss, after all.\u201d Seon-woo laughed fondly but \naccepted the cocktail he was handed. They drank in companionable silence\n which Seon-woo ended up breaking with a funny story about Ki-beom\u2019s \nlatest KakaoTalk message, showing him the accompanying photos on his \nphone. Jin-hyeok listened and laughed, listing slightly sideways as he \nrelaxed, until their shoulders touched. This time he didn\u2019t move away. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

The more they drank, the less Jin-hyeok minded how his mind kept \nsnagging on thoughts about how nice it felt to sit close like this and \nhave Seon-woo\u2019s undivided attention. He always liked it when it was just\n the two of them, not just now but also at the Bakery, no matter how \nmuch he complained about having to do all the work himself. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

He only realised he was smiling to himself in a manner that didn\u2019t \nmatch the story Seon-woo was currently telling, when the pastry chef \nprodded him curiously, \u201cJin-hyeok, what\u2019s going on in that handsome head\n of yours?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cHandsome, huh?\u201d Jin-hyeok couldn\u2019t help the pleased grin spreading \non his face, although Seon-woo routinely flirted with him in much more \noutrageous ways. \u201cAm I more handsome than the guys that have gone to \ntheir knees for you?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOh, Jin-hyeok, I don\u2019t know what I\u2019d do if you were on your knees,\u201d \nSeon-woo laughed, but there was an edge to it, a darkness that made \nJin-hyeok shiver helplessly, even before Seon-woo added under his \nbreath, \u201cNot that I haven\u2019t imagined it.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He was almost certainly not meant to hear this, but the pounding \nmusic hit an unexpected quiet note just then, and Jin-hyeok breathed in \nsharply, his brain suddenly conjuring up the mental image of himself \nkneeling before Seon-woo with startling clarity. Next to him Seon-woo \nwas blushing fiercely and trying to hide his face behind the curtain of \nhis hair, and once again reacting without thinking, Jin-hyeok reached \nout and tugged the silky strands behind his ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Seon-woo\u2019s eyes snapped up, almost all pupil, and Jin-hyeok swallowed\n at the naked hunger in them, which he dimly realised was normally kept \nunder tight control. It should scare him, to see Seon-woo\u2019s desire so \nclearly, and maybe it would have if it hadn\u2019t been for the \nalcohol-induced haziness. Instead heat curled in his stomach, making it \nall too easy to lean in and whisper roughly, \u201cI\u2019ll do it. I could go to \nmy knees right here, right now. Do you want me to, Seon-woo?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

At some point he\u2019d rested one hand on Seon-woo\u2019s upper thigh, so he \ncould feel him jerk in surprise and noticed a bulge tenting those \nskin-tight leather pants. It made Jin-hyeok feel powerful, unafraid, and\n more than a little aroused himself. Why hadn\u2019t he done this earlier? He\n could no longer fault Seon-woo\u2019s admirers for their ardour, and he said\n so, the words slipping out unguardedly.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Immediately Seon-woo\u2019s eyes cleared, and with a quick shake of his \nhead, Jin-hyeok\u2019s hand was gently but firmly removed from its dangerous \nperch. Tangling their fingers together, Seon-woo slid off his bar stool \npulled Jin-hyeok to his feet as well. The world tilted dangerously \naround him for a moment, but Seon-woo was there, steadying him with an \narm around his waist. \u201cTime to get you home.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cWhat<\/em>?\u201d Jin-hyeok asked dumbly. Even through the fog of his \nintoxication he could tell that the statement was no preamble to \nseduction. He felt stupidly hurt by this, and it probably showed on his \nface, because Seon-woo\u2019s eyes softened.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Tipping his chin upwards with the hand not currently wrapped around \nJin-hyeok, the pastry chef fixed him with a small smile that hovered \nsomewhere between sad and promising. \u201cAsk me again tomorrow, Jin-hyeok, \nwhen you\u2019re not so drunk, and I might just say yes.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

After that he refused to say anything more on the topic, and Jin-hyeok let himself be manhandled into a taxi and finally into his bed, where he promptly passed out. The last thing he registered was Seon-woo\u2019s fingers carding gently through his hair.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

***<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Chapter 3<\/strong><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Finished this as part of Writer's Month 2019<\/a>. Day 15 - word prompt: first time.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jin-hyeok woke with a pounding head and cotton mouth, and for a long \nwhile he just lay there, groaning pitifully and wishing he was dead. Or \nthat Su-yeong still lived with him, to look after him or to be a target \nfor his foul mood, either would have been fine with Jin-hyeok. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead he finally forced his gritty eyes open and rolled onto his back \u2013 very<\/em>\n slowly, so as to not aggravate his head. Now he remembered why he \nrarely drowned his sorrows; the aftermath simply wasn\u2019t worth it. \nEspecially since he was starting to remember what he\u2019d said and done \nlast night.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFuck.\u201d He pressed the heels of his hands into his eyes. \u201cDid I really...\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

But unfortunately he was pretty damn sure that he had, in fact, \nreally propositioned Seon-woo. And had been rejected. With another \nmuffled curse, he rolled back over, intending to hide under the covers \nuntil he no longer felt like dying from mortification. However, as he \ndid so, he caught sight of a bottle of water on the nightstand, a yellow\n post-it pasted to its side.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Wincing, he sat up carefully and peered at Seon-woo\u2019s scrawled note: Stop freaking out and drink this.<\/em><\/p>\n\n\n\n

At the bottom Seon-woo had drawn a smiley face and an arrow pointing \nto the left of the water bottle. Only now did Jin-hyeok notice the small\n can of the popular hangover remedy Dawn 808<\/em> that had been put \nonto the nightstand by thoughtful hands that he knew almost better than \nhis own. Warmth washed through him, touched by Seon-woo\u2019s kindness, and \nhe could feel a dopey smile splitting his face.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He tossed back the bitter draft obediently and washed it down with \nplenty of water. Despite this it took him another half hour before he \nmanaged to convince his body that it would definitely benefit from a \nshower. Once clean, he brushed his teeth and pulled on some clothes \nbefore making his way downstairs, all the while very pointedly not<\/em> thinking of the night before.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

For a while he succeeded quite well, focusing instead on everything \nhe needed to get done at the bakery today. Unfortunately, thoughts of Antique<\/em>\n invariably led to thoughts of Seon-woo, the two inextricably linked in \nhis mind. And right now he was leaving his chef to fend for himself, \nwhich was rather unfair, no matter how much Jin-hyeok would have liked \nto postpone the moment he had to face him indefinitely.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Sighing he shrugged on a jacket and headed towards the kitchen, \nintending only to grab a banana on his way out. However, once \ndownstairs, the familiar and comforting smell of bugeoguk<\/em>, \ndried pollack soup, greeted him. Realising that this was yet another \ncaring gesture from Seon-woo, Jin-hyeok\u2019s heart did a funny little \nflip-flop, and he approached the stove, which had remained cold since \nSu-yeong had left, almost reverently.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Lifting the lid of the pot, the smell of dried fish and anchovy \nintensified, mixed with tofu and egg, the soothing broth kept warm at \nthe lowest setting. It looked home-cooked, not store-bought, and \nJin-hyeok stared in amazement. How long had Seon-woo stayed at his place\n last night, looking after him?<\/p>\n\n\n\n

As if in answer, his gaze fell on the couch, where a neatly folded \nblanket sat that definitely hadn\u2019t been there the day before. Oh.<\/em>\n Jin-hyeok had to swallow hard past the sudden lump in his throat, \nblinking furiously when tears rose unbidden to his eyes. Only Su-yeong \nhad ever cared for him like this, and while yesterday\u2019s kiss and the \nhumiliation at the club had unsettled Jin-hyeok, now he felt terrified. \nThis was about so much more than sex, and if he knew anything, he knew \nthat he was a disaster when it came to relationships.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Except Seon-woo knew all that, and yet he\u2019d stayed, never demanding \nanything, simply fitting himself into Jin-hyeok\u2019s life as if he\u2019d always\n been there. Their relationship, be it professional, as friends or, did \nhe dare think it, as lovers, shouldn\u2019t work \u2013 but it did. It could.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Taking one lasts look at the bugeoguk<\/em>, Jin-hyeok shook \nhimself out of his reverie and turned off the stove, leaving the soup \nuntouched. There was no way he could eat something, the turmoil in his \nstomach completely unrelated to the last vestiges of his hangover. He \nwasn\u2019t sure what he\u2019d do once he reached the bakery and saw Seon-woo, \nbut he knew he\u2019d do something<\/em>. He just hoped he hadn\u2019t misread the signs horribly. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was precedence for this, after all \u2013 but as Jin-hyeok forced \nhimself to pay attention to traffic on his way to the bakery, even his \npanicky brain couldn\u2019t imagine Seon-woo ever being casually or \ndeliberately cruel to him. It was the only thing that stopped him from \nturning tail. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

When he reached Antique<\/em> he parked in his usual spot and took\n a deep, steadying breath, which did absolutely nothing to calm him \ndown. Still, he managed to get out of the car, unable to suppress a fond\n smile when he noticed that Seon-woo had opened by himself and was \ncurrently being mobbed by no less than five<\/em> school girls. He \nwas smiling politely, but Jin-hyeok easily recognised the tension in the\n set of his jaw and the way in which he kept tucking non-existing \nstrands of hair behind his ear.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Not giving himself time to panic, Jin-hyeok quickly entered the \nbakery and joined Seon-woo at the window, smoothly taking over. Selling \ncake was something he could do in his sleep, even if his stupid stomach \nfluttered a little when Seon-woo shot him a grateful look, pressing \nhimself against his side for a moment before retreating back into the \nkitchen. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a steady flow of customers all morning. A part of Jin-hyeok\n was grateful for the distraction, but another, surprisingly large part \nbecame increasingly impatient as time went by without a chance to do \nmore than hand over cake orders or shout for Seon-woo to lend him a hand\n when necessary. He barely had time to eat, only able to stuff a steamed\n kimchi bun into his mouth because Seon-woo literally shoved it into his\n hand and shooed him into the back for five minutes.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jin-hyeok finally flipped the sign on the door to Closed<\/em> at \n8pm, even happier than usual that he no longer had any reason to keep \nthe bakery open at night. He cleaned the front in record speed, always \nperipherally aware of Seon-woo\u2019s presence in the kitchen. As he\u2019d hoped,\n he managed to finish before Seon-woo had left \u2013 however, when he \napproached the kitchen door, he found himself suddenly reluctant to open\n it. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Instead he stared through the glass opening, warmth welling up in him\n as he caught sight of his pastry chef diligently checking that \neverything was ready for the next day. When Seon-woo absentmindedly \ntucked some stray hairs that had escaped his pony tail behind his ear, \nJin-hyeok\u2019s fingers twitched with the urge to repeat the gesture. As if \ntaken over by some outside force, his hand lifted and he pressed it \nagainst the window, still rooted to the spot. Which was of course when \nSeon-woo looked up, eyes widening when he took in Jin-hyeok. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cShit!\u201d Cursing at being caught in the act, Jin-hyeok tore his \ntreacherous hand away and stumbled backwards, promptly landing on his \nbutt, right on his tailbone. Whining to himself at the pain shooting up \nhis spine, he almost missed Seon-woo opening the door, carefully \navoiding stepping onto him. He offered him a hand, but Jin-hyeok only \nstared at it dumbly, his body apparently having forgotten how to move.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Unperturbed, Seon-woo leaned down and pulled him to his feet quite \neasily, reminding Jin-hyeok of the lean muscle he\u2019d seen on display when\n they\u2019d been clubbing. Well, when Seon-woo was clubbing, and Jin-hyeok \nwas watching him like the least straight straight guy in the history of \nstraightness. Blushing in hot embarrassment, Jin-hyeok quickly turned \naway, mumbling some sort of apology.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

It was only Seon-woo\u2019s gentle but firm grip on his wrist that stopped\n him from running. He stopped in his tracks, immobilised by the \nsensation of Seon-woo\u2019s thumb tracing circles against his wrist. Who\u2019d \nhave thought the skin there was so sensitive? Entranced, he almost \ndidn\u2019t hear Seon-woo ask, \u201cJin-hyeok, are you alright?\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cOf course,\u201d he replied gruffly, immediately regretting his harsh \ntone of voice and adding more peaceably, \u201cThanks for looking after me \nyesterday.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He couldn\u2019t quite bring himself to meet Seon-woo\u2019s eyes, but when his\n gaze fell downwards, all he could see was that he still hadn\u2019t let go \nof his hand; a sight that wasn\u2019t any less fraught with danger than the \nsoftness he just knew<\/em> would be visible on Seon-woo\u2019s face, even\n before he said reassuringly, \u201cAlways. No matter what happens between \nus, you don\u2019t have to worry about that.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jin-hyeok gulped for air, finding it suddenly quite difficult to breathe. Of course<\/em>\n Seon-woo would know why he was panicking \u2013 he was probably the only \nperson in the world who did. It had little to do with the fact that \nSeon-woo was a guy and everything to do with Jin-hyeok\u2019s disastrous \ntrack record with relationships. He was dimly aware that Seon-woo was \nstill holding his wrist, and with another deep breath, Jin-hyeok turned \nhis hand, sliding his palm against the other man\u2019s. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cYes, I know.\u201d Trembling only a little, he tangled their fingers \ntogether and finally risked a peek at Seon-woo\u2019s face. What met him \nthere was a look of such stunned happiness, Jin-hyeok\u2019s heart skipped a \nbeat. He\u2019d done that. With something as simple as holding hands he\u2019d \ncaused this. It gave him the courage to lift his head and meet \nSeon-woo\u2019s awe-struck eyes head-on, even managing a bashful smile.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The next moment he was pulled forward by a decisive movement of \nSeon-woo\u2019s hand, half-falling against the other man with a startled, \n\u201cOof!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Whatever he might have said next was swallowed by Seon-woo\u2019s lips \nagainst his. A part of him must have waited for this, because Jin-hyeok \nimmediately reacted, his entire body coming to life as Seon-woo \npractically devoured him. They clung together for dear life, as if \nthey\u2019d both waited for this moment forever, and Jin-hyeok decided right \nthen and there that he\u2019d been eminently stupid to not have done this \nright from the start.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Although, if most of his blood wasn\u2019t so busy rushing downwards, he\u2019d\n probably have admitted that it probably only felt so incredible because\n of everything that had come before. Not that Seon-woo wasn\u2019t a great \nkisser to start with, because he most definitely was, especially when he\n tangled one hand in Jin-hyeok\u2019s hair and slipped the other up the back \nof his shirt, pressing their bodies together.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

From one second to the next Jin-hyeok was achingly, embarrassingly \nhard, but luckily Seon-woo wasn\u2019t far behind, as he proved when he slid a\n thigh between Jin-hyeok\u2019s legs. They both groaned when they rocked \ntogether, but neither wanted to stop kissing, so they blindly fumbled \ntheir way through the kitchen door. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Jin-hyeok barely noticed that he banged his elbow against a wall and \nhis hip against a table, too busy fumbling with the many, many buttons \non Seon-woo\u2019s chef\u2019s whites. Finally he gave up and simply tore at the \nshirt, cursing into Seon-woo\u2019s mouth when the fabric proved too \nstubborn. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

Laughing, Seon-woo tore himself away quickly, dropping the offending \ngarment to the spotless floor, and went back to kissing the living \ndaylights out of Jin-hyeok before the latter had time to protest. \nSeon-woo had more luck with Jin-hyeok\u2019s shirt, doubtlessly due to \ngreater practice, sliding it off his arms in one decisive motion. It \nlanded on top of the work surface, which Jin-hyeok only noticed because \nSeon-woo pushed him back onto it, climbing up after him. Something \nsuspiciously like a squeak escaped Jin-hyeok as he found his body \ncovered by a very determined and very aroused pastry chef, but it most \ndefinitely wasn\u2019t a complaint. On the contrary, now that he\u2019d stopped \nbeing so damn scared, all he could think was that he wanted \u201cMore, \nplease, Seon-woo!\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cAs you wish.\u201d He could feel Seon-woo\u2019s smirk against his skin as he \nbegan to mouth his way down Jin-hyeok\u2019s neck and across his chest. Every\n touch of his lips made Jin-hyeok gasp and squirm, until Seon-woo \nimmobilised him with the weight of his body and two firm hands on his \nwrists. Jin-hyeok could<\/em> have gotten free, of course, but he \nfound that he very much didn\u2019t want to, especially when Seon-woo\u2019s teeth\n gently grazed his nipples and moved further down.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He had to let go of Jin-hyeok\u2019s hands when he reached his jeans, \nallowing Jin-hyeok to slide his hands into Seon-woo\u2019s hair, pulling the \nlast of it out of the remnants of his pony tail. It fell like silky \nblack curtain over the pastry chef\u2019s face, and Jin-hyeok pushed it back,\n partly because it felt nice, but mostly so he wouldn\u2019t miss one second \nof this: Seon-woo kneeling between his legs, opening his zipper and \ntaking out his erection. He cradled it in his dextrous hands for a \nmoment, and Jin-hyeok had to remind himself to breathe, even before \nSeon-woo fixed him with a playful smile and swallowed him whole.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cFuck!\u201d Jin-hyeok arched upwards, his grip in Seon-woo\u2019s hair \ntightening. He quickly let go and apologised, but Seon-woo just shook \nhis head and went back to work. Work in this case apparently being the \ntask of sucking Jin-hyeok\u2019s brain out by way of his cock \u2013 and as \nalways, Seon-woo was nothing if not diligent, soon reducing Jin-yeok to a\n whimpering mess.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

The fact that Seon-woo was visibly enjoying himself didn\u2019t help, and \nJin-hyeok finally came with a hoarse shout when a nimble finger found \nits way behind his balls, teasing him in a way that Jin-hyeok realised \ndidn\u2019t repulse him half as much as he\u2019d thought. Or at all, really, as \nhe hazily admitted to himself once his brain had recovered enough of its\n faculties to form coherent thought.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He became aware of cool air on his sticky cock when Seon-woo released\n it slowly from his mouth, the smile on his face blinding. Jin-hyeok \nmanaged to smile back, albeit still a bit fuzzy around the edges. \n\u201cWhat\u2019s so funny? You didn\u2019t get yours yet, after all.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cNothing\u2019s funny,\u201d Seon-woo replied with a chuckle and slid up the \ntable so they were face to face again. \u201cAnd I\u2019ve gotten more than I ever\n thought I would.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

Did he really think Jin-hyeok would just leave things like this? \nShaking his head in exasperation, he murmured, \u201cThat must be the \nstupidest thing you ever said,\u201d and kissed Seon-woo in a way he hoped \nwould dispel any stupid notions he might still harbour.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

A hickupping sigh of relief escaped Seon-woo, and he kissed back \npassionately. They were aligned from head to toe, so there was no \nmistaking the hardness rubbing against Jin-hyeok\u2019s leg. Moving back a \nlittle, he wormed his hand between their bodies, happy to discover that \nthe chef\u2019s trousers were much easier to open than his shirt had been. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

There was a second during which Jin-hyeok hesitated, but then \nSeon-woo\u2019s teeth caught his bottom lip between his teeth. With a moan \nJin-hyeok let go of the last of his scruples, wrapping his hand firmly \naround another man\u2019s cock for the first time. Seon-woo\u2019s entire body \nshuddered, and Jin-hyeok was once again awe-struck by the effect he had \non this beautiful \u2013 and very experienced \u2013 man.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

He began stroking Seon-woo, trying to remember how he himself liked \nto be touched, all the while continuing to kiss. However, this soon \nbecame close to impossible, on one hand because Jin-hyeok wanted to \nfocus to make this good and on the other because Seon-woo\u2019s breath \nstarted to become more and more uneven. Little gasps and moans escaped \nhim, which Jin-hyeok found entirely captivating \u2013 and very, very hot.<\/p>\n\n\n\n

His cock gave a tired twitch, and if he hadn\u2019t just come, he would \ndefinitely have gotten hard again when Seon-woo dug his fingers into his\n shoulders and came with a should of his name. Jin-hyeok held him \nthrough his orgasm, delighting in the way he first stiffened and then \nmelted against him. Resting his head against his shoulder, Seon-woo \nmurmured sleepily, \u201cI\u2019m so glad you decided to open a bakery.\u201d<\/p>\n\n\n\n

\u201cMe too,\u201d Jin-hyeok answered without hesitation. Pulling Seon-woo \ncloser to himself, he glanced around the kitchen. From a hygiene \nstandpoint they really shouldn\u2019t make a habit out of this \u2013 but he had a\n feeling that this might have been the first but by far not the last \ntime they\u2019d get carried away here. And he didn\u2019t mind. At all. <\/p>\n\n\n\n

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