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It’s been five days.

Five days without his Jisoo.

Jeonghan sighed as he rolled in his bed, a bed that felt so empty without his other half filling in the space beside him. He’s never been like this—never so attached, never so clingy, never felt lonely about being alone. That is, until he realized his feelings for his best friend more than a year ago.

Call him possessive, that’s fine. But who wouldn’t be when it’s his Jisoo.

Groaning, he looked at the clock at his bedside table. It read, 11:18pm. It was just less than an hour until his birthday. A birthday he might not be spending with his boyfriend who was still on a trip with his family.

Surely he loved Jisoo’s family. They’re sweet and warm and always welcoming, his second family. But they’re hogging Jisoo right now and he can’t help but feel the tiniest bit resentful for that (he loves them though, he really does).

He’s frustrated.

He missed Jisoo a lot.

And he’s very, very horny.

Sure, lots of people would say, Wonwoo included, that he was being so dramatic. “He’ll be back by next week, hyung,” Wonwoo said, exasperated by Jeonghan’s constant complaints. “You’re acting as if you’re in an LDR. You’re not. That’s me. If anyone has a right to be sighing and groaning every five seconds, that’s me.”

Jeonghan sighed, unbothered. “You’ve adapted to the long distance. Good for you. I haven’t.”

“I hope Jisoo-hyung’s family decides to extend their trip.”

“I hope Soonyoungie extends his student-exchange program for another year.”

“I hate you.”

Well, they’re still friends anyway.

Jeonghan looked at the clock once again. 11:27pm.

Just then, his phone rang. A familiar ring tone he assigned to only one person. He sat up immediately, grabbing his phone and swiping just as fast.

“Hey, baby,” a sweet voice and a beautiful face greeted him. It was a video call.

Jeonghan couldn’t help but smile. “Baby,” he said.

“Did I wake you up?” Jisoo giggled, seeing his boyfriend’s disheveled hair from all the rolling he’s been doing on his bed.

Jeonghan shook his head. “On the contrary, I couldn’t sleep, baby.”

A pout made its way to Jisoo’s face. “Waiting for your birthday?”

“Not really. Can’t sleep because you’re not here.”

“Aww. My poor baby.”

“Yes, your poor baby. Aren’t you feeling sorry for me, love?”

Jisoo laughed, his voice echoed in the emptiness of their bedroom. “Gosh, this is not you, Yoon Jeonghan. Acting all helpless. I’ve only been gone for a few days.”

It was only then that Jeonghan noticed Jisoo was lying down on a bed.

“But I miss you,” Jeonghan frowned. Jisoo almost could not believe this was the confident man who once teased him after being caught pleasuring himself with a toy.

“I’ll be there soon,” Jisoo smiled.

“So, what did you do today, love?” Jeonghan asked.

Jisoo excitedly told him all the touristy things his family did that day, bringing his grandmother around Jeju for the first time. She was an immigrant in the US and was visiting Korea, so his whole family had to adjust their schedule to spend time with his aging grandmother.

“We went to all the places Seungkwan recommended,” Jisoo said, pleased with himself. “What about you, babe?”

Jeonghan turned to his side, fixing the phone so the camera was still capturing him properly. “Nothing as interesting as what you did, baby. I just played some video games earlier, got beaten by Wonwoo, obviously, so I annoyed the heck out of him, and my parents dropped by to bring us food.”

Jisoo hummed, letting Jeonghan know he heard all that. “But you’re still visiting them tomorrow?”

The older one responds with a nod. “For lunch, and maybe until dinner. Depends. You know? Since my boyfriend won’t be waiting for me at our apartment.”

There he went again. Jisoo visibly rolled his eyes. “Jeonghan!”

“Five days, Shuji!” Jeonghan cried dramatically. “It’s been five days.”

“I’ll be back sooner than you think,” Jisoo chastised, but he doesn’t sound the least bit angry. He’s amused even.

“But still. Do you know how sexually frustrated I’ve been these past few days without you?” He tried to look like a kicked puppy.

“Oh my god, Jeonghan!”

“It’s true. Classes have been stressful, Hansol’s been insufferable, and you’re not here.”

“Do you miss me just for the sex?” Jisoo’s voice was flat and Jeonghan can’t tell if he’s pushed it too far.

“Of course not, babe!” Jeonghan said, sitting up suddenly as if being upright would help him show his sincerity. “I just… We’ve never been apart for this long. You know? Not since we’ve gotten together. Sure, I’m horny. Perpetually so. What college student isn’t? But I also just miss my boyfriend. My pretty, pretty boyfriend.”

Great. Leave it to Yoon Jeonghan to say something obscene and sweet at the same time.

Jisoo visibly sighed on the other end of the call, the ends of his lips curving into a small smile.

“Really?” Jisoo asked.

“You know I do.”

Jisoo hummed. Teasingly, he added, “Do I?”

“Babe,” Jeonghan frowned. “Would I be moping minutes before my birthday, wishing you were here instead, if I didn’t?”

“Hmm,” Jisoo sounded noncommittal. Jeonghan saw him raise his body a little, straightening up against the board of his bed. “So, I was there with you right now, what would we be doing?”

“Well, it’s almost midnight, so we’d be waiting for my birthday,” Jeonghan answered thoughtfully. “We would have eaten dinner that you cooked. I bet it would have been my favorite– sundubu jiggae because it’s my birthday. I would have had a few cans of beer while we watched Culinary Class Wars , since you’re very into it lately.”

Jisoo chuckled. “Well, I’d be watching Culinary Class Wars . You, on the other hand…”

“You got me,” Jeonghan grinned. “I’d probably be doing something to annoy you.”

“You’re like a child, always looking for attention.”

“Only from you.”

“So,” Jisoo swallowed, seemingly choosing his next words carefully. “What would you be doing to get my attention?”

The smile on Jeonghan’s face was mischievous. He was able to read Jisoo so easily, foreseeing where this was going. And Jisoo initiating this felt thrilling.

“Well, I’d be pulling you close to me, you’d be between my legs, comfortably leaning on me,” Jeonghan started, his voice getting lower. He loved how Jisoo fit perfectly against him, like he belonged to Jeonghan. “I’d be kissing your neck, soft, small kisses at first. The ones you don’t really feel.”

“Then?”

“Then, when you’re really into the show, I’ll start licking just under your ear. You know the spot,” Jeonghan dared knowing Jisoo loved the foreplay just as much. “You’d squirm in between me so I hug you in place tighter. At this point, you tell me to stop. But I know you never mean those.”

Jisoo exhaled. “Of course I don’t.”

Jeonghan smirked. “Then I start sucking on your skin, just between your neck and shoulders. You know I love to mark you, right?”

“Possessive asshole,” Jisoo rolled his eyes.

“When it comes to you? Of course.”

“Then what?”

“Wait, you’re alone in your room, right?” Jeonghan suddenly asked.

“Duh, Hannie! Do you think I’d have you on loud speaker if I wasn’t” Jisoo said, feeling a little hot now.

“Just making sure.” He continued, “My hands would be itching to touch your bare skin. So they make their way under your shirt—well, my shirt. You’d probably be wearing one of my oversized shirts. You always look so good in them.”

“Yeah. I know. That’s why I’m always wearing one of yours at night,” Jisoo said coyly.

“God, if you were here—my hands would be all over you. Love the way you feel, your skin, your nipples, they’d be so hard. Love them, love them more in my mouth.”

“Hannie–” It was a soft moan, barely audible.

“Are you touching yourself?” Jeonghan asked, raising an eyebrow. Jisoo nodded on the screen. “Fuck, Shuji. Can you show me?”

Jeonghan saw Jisoo scramble to place his phone a little farther away, against something Jeonghan couldn’t quite see to make sure it’s stable, just enough to give Jeonghan a better view.

“Take off your shirt, Shuji,” Jeonghan instructed, his throat dry as Jisoo followed.

Once he settled back against the headboard, Jisoo placed his slender fingers on his pert nipples. “Go on, you were saying?”

“Fuck, babe.” The view made Jeonghan’s dick twitch. “Your nipples look so good right now, all hardened up. Wish I was there to suck them for you.”

“Me too,” Jisoo said, a strangled moan caught in his throat as he pulled on his own buds.

“If I were there, I’d be kissing your mouth, making you quiet,” Jeonghan said, biting his lips as he started palming his hard on over his grey sweatpants. “You’re always quite loud, you know? Sometimes I think you want our neighbors to hear.”

“Shut up—ah—as if you don’t like it when I’m loud,” which was absolutely true. Jisoo’s moans and constant calling of Jeonghan’s name was always a welcomed ego boost.

“You look so pretty, touching yourself,” Jeonghan continued, watching Jisoo enjoying himself. “Wet your fingers, baby. That’ll make it feel better.”

“Then what?” Jisoo asked through half-lidded eyes, looking at Jeonghan’s face on his phone. “What would you be doing now if I were there?”

“By now you’re probably wet down there, always so easily wet,” Jeonghan said, Jisoo squirmed a little hearing that. “You are, aren’t you? From your nipple, my hand would make its way down. First, I’d massage your thighs. You’d be so frustrated at this point. You’re already aroused and no longer paying attention to the show, but we’re not quite there yet.”

“Hannie—” Jeonghan could see how Jisoo’s hands moved with his words.

He licked his lower lip, watching, eyes glued to every inch of Jisoo’s body his eyes could see. “I’d take my time teasing you and you’d grip my hand to take it where it needs to be. Right, baby?”

Jisoo nodded eagerly. “I need you to touch me.”

Jeonghan smirked. “I’m not there, baby. You’re going to have to do it yourself. Go ahead, touch yourself.”

Jisoo squirmed out of his shorts and panties.

“Show me how you touch yourself when I’m not with you, love,” Jeonghan said, voice hoarse with restraint. In a way, he can’t believe they’re currently being reduced to phone sex. But better than nothing. And better than he thought it would be.

Jisoo moved to angle himself better on his camera, naked as can be. He sat on his calves, shyly spreading his knees apart for Jeonghan’s better view.

Jeonghan grunted at the sight of Jisoo’s glossy folds. “Fuck, Shuji. God—what I would give to eat you out right now.”

Jisoo let out a breathless moan as he pressed on his clit.

“You’re thinking about it too, right? Look at how you’re getting wetter,” Jeonghan said, pride in his voice. “Fuck—how easy it would be to open you up because of how goddamn wet you are. I’d take my time, wetting my finger with your juices before rubbing your cunt—there, that’s right, Shuji.”

Jisoo did as Jeonghan described, pressing against his sensitive bundle of nerves, rubbing it in a circular motion, tugging it gently. He groaned as waves of electricity coursed through him.

“Put a finger in, Jisoo, the longest one—hmm… beautiful.” Jeonghan watched Jisoo slowly fuck himself with his fingers. How he wished he was there to do it himself. But, damn, what an experience it was to see Jisoo follow his words like that.

“Can’t believe we’re doing this, Hannie,” Jisoo mumbled shyly in between moans. He watched Jeonghan on his phone and noticed his lust-filled eyes looking at him on his own screen and suddenly he felt so bare. Meanwhile, he can’t help but feel it unfair that Jeonghan’s only showing his face. “Tell me—no, show me what you’re doing too,” he demanded, stopping his movements.

Jeonghan grunted at the interrupted show and immediately scrambled to stand up, placing a stand on his bed to hold his phone upright. He stood in front of his phone, taking off his sweatpants, his half-hard cock standing tall and proud.

“You see this,” he gripped his length, stroking it to full mast, pre-cum leaking from its angry tip. “I’m preparing this so it can enter your wet hole, Shuji. If you were here, I’d be using your mouth instead of my hand. After all the times we’ve done this, you’ve learned to blow me so well, babe. My good boy.”

Jisoo gulped as he watched Jeonghan, throat dry and itchy, red-faced and heated all over. Unconsciously, he started fingering himself again, inserting another finger in an attempt to copy the girth of Jeonghan’s cock (not even close).

“Ah—” Jisoo moaned, pushing his fingers deeper. “Jeonghannie—need you—ah—"

“You’re opening yourself up for me well,” Jeonghan grunted as he continued to stroke himself. He spit on his hands to make the glide better, but he’d rather have Jisoo’s natural lubricant around his raging dick.

Jisoo hummed in pleasure. “Don’t stop—talking—”

“I’d turn you around, and lift your ass up—damn, you have the best ass I’ve seen in my life, Jisoo. I’d spank you a couple of times, watch you whimper, before I start putting my dick inside you.”

“Hannie,” Jisoo moaned out loud, closing his eyes shut with his fingers working faster, chasing a sensation easier achieved with Jeonghan’s cock.

“That’s right. You’d be calling my name, begging me to do you faster, harder,” Jeonghan’s voice was ragged, thoughts running wild. “Your wet hole is so perfect for me, Shuji. Wet and warm and tight—so fucking tight even if I’ve fucked you so many times to count, babe.”

“Baby, more—”

“Fuck, Jisoo. You’re so fucking hot—ugh—close—”

“Hng—Hannie!”

“Say my name, Shuji—”

“Jeonghannie—” Jisoo almost screamed, his other hand’s fingers pressing and rubbing his clit, getting closer to his high, finally finding that spot and trying to abuse it with his fingers. 

Jeonghan’s strokes have become erratic, rushed almost, and sloppy altogether. They were in that moment, trying to capture each other’s presence in the most intimate way even if they were kilometers apart, even if just through the screen. Almost there—

“Jisoo!” a different but familiar voice called out loudly, making Jeonghan stop.

“What the—”

“Jisoo!” the voice called again. “I’m coming in, son!”

“Oh my god, mom, no! Don’t!” Jisoo screamed, frantic.

From Jeonghan’s view the video became a sequence of unrecognizable movements and shapes until it turned into black.

“No, Shuji—argh—”

And just like that the video call ended.

Great. He was almost finished but—damn.

He laid down back on his bed, frustration and defeat sinking into his bones (and boner). He’d try to call Jisoo again, but he didn’t want to get in the middle of what could possibly be him explaining to his mom that they were having phone sex (before they were, quite frankly, rudely interrupted).

After a few minutes, he decided to take a cold shower instead but a ping from his phone made him stop on his tracks.

Happy birthday, baby!

Oh, right. He checked the time, it’s past midnight. Jisoo followed up with another message and he ignored all other incoming greetings.

Sorry we weren’t able to finish.

Don’t worry. Mom didn’t catch me.

Us. Lol. That was scary.

I love you.

Suddenly, his tense muscles soften. A warm feeling filled his heart.

He was about to text him back, with his own declaration of love when another text from Jisoo came.

Here’s my advance birthday gift. And a sorry for not being there right now. I’ll make it up to you soon.

He opened the picture and he felt his blood rush down back to his dick. It was Jisoo, naked and in the most provocative position he’d ever seen him in a picture.

Well, fuck. Guess he can finish himself off after all.