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It had been two months. Two months of silence between Inho and Gihun since their breakup.

Or something like that.

To be honest, Gihun didn’t even feel like they had truly “broken up” didn’t even feel like a break. No, this was a long, held out argument because Inho was being a stubborn asshole and wouldn’t say sorry first. Nor would Gihun.

They had been together for nearly 4 years now, and yes, they still were together. Because Gihun said so.

It was the strangest era of their relationship; it would get back to how it was eventually when Inho inevitably gave in and wallowed at Gihun’s feet. Gihun wasn’t even arrogant about it, he’d seen it happen several times in their relationship. The first time, Gihun “broke up” with Inho the man only survived a week before he ended up at Gihun’s front door begging for forgiveness and saying he couldn’t live without Gihun.

It shouldn’t turn Gihun on or give him butterflies but something about a man as powerful and strong as Inho crumbling for him was attractive as fuck to Gihun. He had been stubborn and let Inho in that night but didn’t say he forgave him until Inho ate him out for over an hour and made Gihun cum at least three times. And then they had sex so aggressive Gihun’s poor neighbors probably thought he was being brutally beaten to death by a psycho.

Gihun bit his lip thinking about that night. They weren’t just compatible personality wise, their sex was good, so fucking good. They had initially said they’d take things slow after meeting at a bar and hitting it off. They had both gotten out of long-term relationships and didn’t want to rush things.

But that flew right out the fucking window after their first date. They were like magnets to one another, during the date they couldn’t stop their lingering hands and gazes, Inho kept naturally digging his hand into Gihun’s hair, and Gihun kept finding himself using his fingers to trace the sinews of Inho’s strong and muscular thigh.

They had naively agreed they could definitely handle friendly conversation in Inho’s apartment over a glass of whiskey.

But they had jumped at each other as soon as the door closed behind them. In less than 30 minutes Inho had Gihun folded in half on his couch while he pounded into Gihun’s cunt-the man under him all but screamed in pleasure the entire time.

After that they became addicted to each other, always with one another, always flirting, talking, touching, and having sex on damn near every surface they could find. They had slow and boring moments too, where they simply watched a movie together, or cooked, went on dates. It was obnoxiously perfect and romantic.

Until an argument would start.

And damn were they good at those too.

Jungbae had told Gihun once that they deserved each other, that they were both so stubborn and petty it made sense that they’d stay together. Which was rude- but also not untrue. Gihun and Inho had always floundered other relationships because of this. Their previous partners saying they were impossible to deal with, that they were too much- and that was probably true too, but now, they had one another. And despite how they’d act on the surface, both of them reveled in the fight. They constantly toed the line between an actual argument and simply seeing who could hold out the longest before they caved and apologized.

Apologies were always easy because by then both were bored of arguing and just wanted to go back to being romantic, and also because make up sex was always fun.

So good, so hot.

They’d drive each other insane over insignificant squabbles, and staunch refusal to admit when they’re wrong but they had been inseparable for years and when they fought, their friends would shrug and say, “that’s just what they do, they’re fine.”

This most recent fight had been different. Because both had crossed a line. This wasn’t their usual, “pick your socks up and start putting them in the hamper.” Or “stop picking up extra shifts and prioritize us sometimes.”

Nope, this fight got dirty and below the belt fast. And not in a fun, sexy way…

Inho struggled with jealousy, a lot, usually in the sense that he saw Gihun as an ethereal prize no one would ever be worthy of (he was a little obsessed and even he would admit to that) but it never reached a point where he didn’t trust Gihun.

And yeah, sue him, Gihun found it pretty attractive when Inho would wrap a possessive hand around Gihun’s waist when someone stared too long, or left hickeys extra high on his neck so no collar of a shirt could conceal it. Everyone who knew Gihun, knew his boyfriend was intimidating and would sooner kill to protect Gihun than see him hurt or uncomfortable.

It was like everything else in their relationship, banter and practically some form of foreplay or flirting.

Until it wasn’t.

It started small, predominantly because an ex from Gihun’s past reappeared and began working at the same office building where Gihun was a receptionist.

Cho Sangwoo. Childhood best friend.

“Smartest man from Ssangmun-dong!” Gihun would cheerfully call him.

They had casually dated for a few years and mutually broke up after Sangwoo decided to pursue a degree at SNU and Gihun stayed behind. It wasn’t meant to be, and they remain close friends.

It bothered Inho, a lot. But he behaved himself when Sangwoo would come by to visit. He’d give tight and polite smiles, let the two have their space to talk. Never complained or grumbled when they’d call or text throughout the week.

Gihun said they were merely friends and Inho trusted Gihun, but not Sangwoo.

There was always an unspoken tension between the two that seemed to fly over Gihun’s head. Often small side comments only one another noticed. Such as the time Sangwoo insinuated that perhaps Inho would someday get tired of Gihun’s antics- like how messy and disorganized Gihun was compared to Inho.

And Inho had replied, “Is that what happened with you and him?”

Both stared at each other like they were grinding glass between their teeth while a Gihun obliviously scrolled on his phone and began talking about a cat café he wanted to go to.

Sometimes they’d have stilted conversations outside while they smoked or if Gihun was in the bathroom.

It usually revolved around Sangwoo being extra protective of Gihun and Inho interpreting it as Sangwoo trying to encroach on something that wasn’t his any longer.

Even though Gihun wasn’t his. Not his to control or keep. It was laughable, as though Inho could control Gihun, as though he could stop such a force of nature as him. He never wanted to either, he was often mesmerized by how free spirited Gihun could be, compared to Inho’s tight control and obsessive nature.

He had seen how much Sangwoo’s distance hurt Gihun, had been told how Sangwoo often belittled Gihun during fights growing up, and to Inho he sometimes acted like he was better than Gihun- which just wasn’t possible, no one was better than Gihun.

Gihun often defended his friend, explaining that Sangwoo was just hard to read, that when they fought like that it was because they were practically brothers, and he even reasoned Sangwoo was simply too busy to contact his best friend while he worked.

Inho disagreed, and because of this, anytime Sangwoo was around, he was on edge.

It was bearable because Sangwoo worked and lived two hours away. But now he lived down the road and worked in Gihun’s office.

It set Inho’s blood on fire, he found himself imagining all the things Sangwoo could be saying about him when Inho wasn’t there to defend himself. Did he reach out and touch Gihun in ways that could be written off as friendly but with underlying intent?

Did he think after the distance and harsh words he was able to take advantage of Gihun’s kindness all over again?

It only got worse as Sangwoo took up more of Gihun’s time. Gihun, ever the sweet person he was, invited Sangwoo over for dinner, or to drink, or whatever the fuck else that interrupted the time Inho and Gihun usually had for each other.

Inho couldn’t say no, Gihun was overjoyed that his friend was nearby. But seeing Sangwoo in his house, in his chair, next to his boyfriend, sent Inho into a spiral sometimes.

Not only this- but he had also just about had it with being blue balled by that arrogant son of a bitch.

Sometimes it was because Gihun and Sangwoo stayed up chatting until Inho had to go to bed for an early shift, sometimes it was because Sangwoo and Gihun drank until Gihun passed out.

The worst was when they went out and didn’t return until late. Usually, to visit with their other friends like Ali and Jungbae.

Gihun always tried to make it up to Inho. He would cuddle with him in bed after Sangwoo left, snuck in extra blowjobs on random days they had free time together. Always called and checked in on Inho while he was out with Sangwoo and friends.

But it just wasn’t enough to stop Inho’s mind from reeling.

The tipping point for Inho had been after they agreed on a specific time and place for a date. They’d had a small argument about Inho feeling left out now that Sangwoo was here, Gihun conceded and said they could have a day just for them, no one else, no other plans. Inho had organized the whole thing like always, excitedly left his shift the night before daydreaming about the day they’d have tomorrow. Only to come home and see Sangwoo there, not just there, but with an overnight bag, and an apologetic Gihun standing next to him.

“Hey baby, I hope you don’t mind, Sangwoo’s apartment is undergoing some maintenance for the next couple of days…” Gihun weakly explained.

Inho clenched his jaw hard enough to feel it click, “I see…and no one else could let him stay…?” He looked over at Sangwoo accusingly.

Sangwoo rolled his eyes, “Jungbae is married with a kid and so is Ali, it made the most sense to invite myself here, it’s not ideal but at least you two aren’t busy parents.”

Inho had to dig his nails into the meat of his hand to keep control.

“What about your mother? Wouldn’t she have liked to see you? And lives alone?”

“Inho.” Gihun said with an air of annoyance and warning. Inho glanced over at Gihun, his boyfriend’s eyes begging him to be cordial to his friend. “It’s not like he flooded his apartment on purpose.”

Inho scoffed, “No, but I just don’t understand why he couldn’t stay somewhere else or a hotel. We have plans tomorrow remember?” Inho sees Gihun cringe at the mention of them as Sangwoo turns to a Gihun with raised eyebrows.

“Plans? Am I interrupting? I can always leave, Gihun.”

And of course, Sangwoo would be extra apologetic now to Gihun while he flashed Inho with a glare. Inho was on the cusp of strangling him.

Gihun spoke in a flustered rush, “No! Not at all! In fact, we could all spend the day together, right Inho?” He looked pleadingly at his boyfriend.

And that was the straw that broke the camel’s back-fucking obliterated its spine into a thousand tiny pieces for Inho.

He stomped past the two of them and went straight the bedroom.

“Fuck this shit-so fucking stupid…” Inho seethed under his breath as he ripped clothes out of his and Gihun’s closet.

He wanted to be anywhere but here; he sent Junho a short text saying he was staying overnight and threw the clothes in his gym bag. He was about to grab his phone charger when he heard muffled voices and stomps approaching the bedroom.

The door slammed open to reveal a pissed off Gihun.

“What the fuck was that Inho!?” He yelled.

Inho gave a humorless laugh, “Oh- I’m sorry I wasn’t thrilled that once again, your ex is invading our space and personal time!” He fired back.

Gihun gave an annoyed groan and rolled his eyes, “Well thanks to your tantrum Sangwoo felt bad and left to stay at a hotel.”

Inho threw his charger into his bag, “Oh fucking god forbid he uses some of that money he always brags about having- god forbid we have time to ourselves for once Gihun.”

Gihun crosses his arms over his chest with a pinched expression, “And there you go again- you always accuse him of being arrogant or bragging or whatever the fuck else you think he is- but you’re just jealous!”

Inho angrily zips up his bag and leaves it on the bed for now, “Yeah! I am jealous! Your ex-boyfriend- now best friend you praise 24/7 has been over in my goddamn house almost every fucking day! We just agreed to spend time together and then you go and make plans with him- without talking to me!”

Gihun slumps slightly, “I didn’t intend to ruin our plans- I felt bad-”

Inho started changing out of his uniform- it was a miracle he hadn’t ripped the fucking shirt and buttons apart with how shaky his hands were, “That’s your fucking problem Gihun- you are so naïve sometimes it’s fucking painful to see! He knows you won’t say no and takes advantage of it!”

Gihun glares at Inho harshly and stalks over to him, “I’m not naïve! I’m just not an asshole like you! I actually give a shit about people.” Inho pulled on a black t-shirt and leveled Gihun with a venomous look.

“Am I an asshole? Or are you easy to manipulate and have a soft spot for absolute jerks?” He spits back.

“Oh, is that why I’m with you then?” Gihun volleyed back- his mouth hung open like he wanted to take it back.

But it was too late, Inho glared at him, rage and hurt intermingling in his eyes.

“Don’t you ever fucking compare me to that piece of shit- or maybe you want to- maybe I’m not enough like perfect SNU graduate Sangwoo ‘Smartest man from Ssangmun-dong!’  for your liking.” Inho bitterly grabs the gym bag and starts to storm out of the room, Gihun hot on his heels.

“You’re being fucking ridiculous! You don’t trust me enough!? I tell you all the fucking time that I love you! Not Sangwoo.”

Inho spins around, “Well you haven’t been fucking acting like it- maybe I was wrong to trust you! Maybe your ex was right!”

And fucking shit did Inho really wish he hadn’t said that as soon as it flew out of his mouth. Years ago, Gihun had been with an absolute douche named Kim Gimin, real fucking piece of work. And he always accused Gihun of cheating, of “whoring himself out” to other men, had even escalated to threatening Gihun before they finally broke up.

Inho couldn’t even blame Gihun for the slap that swiftly struck his cheek. The crack of it the only noise that filled the tense silence.

Gihun stared down Inho with tears of rage in his eyes, “How fucking dare you.” He said with icy fury.

Inho felt the anger he’d previously had  leaving his body- but he also refused to budge- he still meant what he said.

He straightened himself and fixed his jaw resolutely, “I don’t know what else to fucking think Gihun- you keep asking me to ignore that you spend nearly all your time with him, to ignore how much he hurt you-”

“The only person that’s been hurting me is you! You’re worse than Sangwoo!” Gihun snapped. His eyebrows seemed to furrow as he realized the weight of his words, but he refused to add anything else to it.

And that was fucking it. Inho gave a huff of disbelief, recalling all the nights he held Gihun while the other had cried over what Sangwoo said. How often he’d watch Gihun’s face fall when he was turned down for invites by Sangwoo. How often Sangwoo didn’t let Gihun meet his coworkers or new friends because he was worried Gihun would embarrass him-and how Gihun would downplay how much that bothered him.

Inho slipped his shoes and threw his gym bag over his shoulder.

“Well- if I’m worse, you probably shouldn’t be around me anymore- in fact maybe you’d be happier with Sangwoo.” He ripped open the front door and looked over his shoulder to see Gihun still glaring at Inho, tears finally breaking free and rolling down his cheeks, “I’ll come back tomorrow and get the rest of my stuff, keep the apartment I don’t give a fuck- enjoy all the extra time you’ll have with Sangwoo.”

He spoke with a finality that made Gihun’s stomach twist, he tried to call after Inho, but the other slammed the door hard enough for the frame to shake and didn’t look back.

The first month was awful, both, without the other’s knowledge, barely left the house, both grieved like a part of them had died, to go from spending all their time together for years to radio silence.

Inho kept his word and came back the next day to grab his things, he wouldn’t even look at Gihun, the other choosing to ignore him as well. Gihun kept the apartment and Inho moved in with Junho a city over.

They both blocked each other on everything; they told everyone they were done- not kind of done- done done.

It had been genuinely jarring to their friend group to see the two this distant and apart for so long. Some of their friends really believed this was it for them, some- like Jungbae merely shrugged, he couldn’t really imagine them staying away from one another.

Gihun would never tell Jungbae how true that was.

After the first month hurt and anger turned to loneliness and yearning.

Gihun was practically going insane, it had been two months of not even a single message from Inho. At first, he had convinced himself he’d move on, he’d go out and let himself party or flirt with whoever.

But that stupid asshole was the only thing Gihun wanted.

He didn’t want another to talk to him, to make him laugh, to flirt with him, to fuck him.

He wanted Inho, badly.

But he wanted Inho to apologize more, and he wasn’t approaching the subject or unblocking him first.

He was lamenting this to Jungbae while the two of them sat at a bar one night.

His friend rolled his eyes and shook his head, “I agree- he fucked up big time but Gihun, you also said some mean shit, if you’re that lonely just unblock him for the love of god- I can’t keep hearing about this shit.” He grumbled into the mouth of his beer bottle as he took another swig.

Gihun scoffed, “No way, I only said that because he started it.”

“You did promise him a date and then brought Sangwoo to your apartment…not the wisest choice.”

“His apartment flooded.” Gihun defended.

“And his mom lives 20 minutes away Gihun- get real.” Jungbae said with raised brows.

Gihun slumped over and sighed dramatically, “I really did just want to help him- he’s my best friend, I said yes without even thinking about Inho or the date…” it was probably the only part Gihun regretted from that day, he knew how excited Inho had been- hell he had been excited too.

Jungbae pats his shoulder, “I know, Inho knows that too- but you two are ridiculous and act like you’re allergic to saying sorry.”

Gihun pouts, “I miss him- god I miss the sex more…”

Jungbae chokes on his beer and splutters, “yeah- okay- didn’t need to know that…”

Gihun looks off in thought before he sits up and looks at Jungbae excitedly.

“Jungbae, I need you to take a picture for me.”

His friend groans and puts his face in his hands.

Inho was scrolling on Instagram, mindlessly flicking his thumb on the screen and watching pictures of people and their lives flit past him.

It had been two months since he and Gihun broke up. And it sucked- but he wasn’t about to admit that. Junho had been surprised to get a text from Inho and even more surprised when Inho all but moved in completely less than a day later.

Inho stuck to a routine- like always- did his shift at the station, worked out after, came home and ate the same meal, and then sat on his phone until he fell asleep- and thought about Gihun constantly in between all of that.

Fuck he missed him so bad it hurt. He had shamelessly unblocked Gihun from Instagram and messenger, not that he could see anything, he was still blocked on everything, but he held out the slight hope maybe Gihun would bite and start a conversation first.

He hadn’t even tried to attempt going on a date or finding someone to use for a distraction- Gihun was it for him. There was no other Gihun.

Too bad his pride refused to let him give in and apologize, he was going crazy staying at Junho’s. Not just because he missed Gihun, but because Junho was the most irritating roommate.

Speaking of which his little brother stepped out of the kitchen with a bottle of water, he chucked one at Inho without warning and he barely caught it before it smacked his head. Inho snapped his eyes up to Junho in annoyance.

“The fuck was that for?”

Junho sighed and flopped into the chair across from Inho, “dude, this is pathetic to watch…”

Inho rolled his eyes, “I’m not doing anything…”

“Exactly! You’re just stinking up my apartment with your sad ass moping!” Junho accused.

Inho gaped at Junho, “What?”

Junho groaned and threw his head back, “Jesus Christ Inho, just call him- say sorry and fuck it out or something- this is embarrassing to watch. You know you want him back, you just gonna sit here like a lonely sack forever?”

Inho scoffed and turned away from Junho’s judging look, “I’m not saying sorry- he refuses to see my side of this.”

“You agreed with his abusive ex to be petty .”

Inho winced, “yeah…but he compared me to Sangwoo.”

Junho gave a humorless chuckle, “You’re fucking hopeless, I guess enjoy being alone forever if this is how you’re gonna act- I’m going to bed.”

Inho gave a noncommittal “night” and kept scrolling. After a few minutes he saw a blip on his screen that immediately caught his eye. It was Gihun’s profile, which means he was no longer blocked, which means… Inho didn’t know what it meant, but he clicked on the little icon to see what he had posted to his story. Then he immediately felt homicidal rage.

Gihun was dressed in a sinfully attractive outfit; tight, high waisted jeans that hugged his hips and ass unfairly- a sleeveless shirt so sheer you could see his milky expanse of skin and the faintest dusting of pink where his nipples were, his hair was so perfectly messy and a long rouge wave was splayed against his forehead, he wore leather boots with just enough heel to push his ass up and even perkier if that was possible, and jewelry adorned his thin and delicate hands, a choker around his throat. Inho felt his mouth go dry at the sight- Gihun had always dressed up when they went out, it used to send Inho into a frenzy. To be able to take his boyfriend out and show off to everyone the absolute gorgeous man on his arm- it used to make him lightheaded and all the more antsy to go home and rip those same revealing clothes off.

His admiring was interrupted when he realized there was another in the picture, a man’s body whose face was cut off. Gihun had his back to the camera, giving everyone a perfect view of that plump and full ass, he looked over his shoulder with a flirty smile at the camera, his body turned just enough to show off his chest and arms. What struck Inho was the faceless man who had a hand shoved down the back pocket of Gihun’s pants. Touching on Gihun- touching what wasn’t that man’s to touch.

Mine Inho’s brain growled out as he gripped his phone so hard he could shatter it.

How fucking dare that man think he had any right to touch someone as perfect and gorgeous and fucking delectable as Gihun.

He saw that Gihun had merely tagged the location of the bar he was at in the picture. Nothing more, nothing less. No information on who the fuck that was, nothing for Inho to gleam.

Had Gihun really moved on while Inho was wallowing away?

His blood boiled at the idea- rational thought flying out the window as he scrolled through his phone to find Gihun’s contact without thinking.

Gihun was biting his thumb with a devious smile as he posted the story, he couldn’t help the giddy giggle that came out of him.

Jungbae shook his head, “this is such a stupid idea…”

Gihun scoffed haughtily, “I’m just having some fun, relax.”

“Uhm…so…do you want to maybe dance?” The random man at the bar asked Gihun.

“Huh-what? Oh, uh, nope, sorry- just needed your height- you can go.” Gihun said without sparing the man another glance, he shooed the man away as he stared down at his phone, he watched the different profiles pop up to notify him who viewed his story.

His heart started racing when he saw Inho’s be added to the list.

Jungbae gave Gihun a look of astonishment, “You are fucking unbelievable…I’m not staying to see this shit show- be safe you absolute psycho.”

Gihun chuckled and waved bye to Jungbae as he watched the other leave. He was about to head to the bar and get a drink when he saw Inho’s contact appear on the screen with an incoming call. He felt his stomach clench in anticipation as he answered.

“What do you want?” He hopes he didn’t sound as breathless as he felt.

“Who the fuck is that in the photo?” Inho snarled out, he was pacing in the living room of Junho’s apartment, adrenaline having nowhere to go and needing to be worked out of him.

He heard a hum from the other line, “What? Oh! You mean my cute picture I took? Did you like it?”

“No, because you seemed to have decided to throw yourself at the nearest man you could find.” Inho said with spite.

Gihun felt heat flare in his stomach along side some irritation at the accusation- he might want to antagonize Inho and want the attention, but he wasn’t going down without a fight, “Why should you care? Wasn’t it you who said I’d be happier with Sangwoo?”

Inho stopped his pacing and felt his pulse race, veins in his neck bulging, “Is that him in the picture? You let him touch you like that?” He hissed into the phone. It was bad enough to think it was just a random man, but the idea of Sangwoo having his hands on what was Inho’s was making his body tremor with a violent need.

Gihun smirked, gotcha, “Doesn’t fucking matter- I’m not your’s anymore- you told me that yourself! Now I’m going to enjoy my night with whoever I want; it’s not like you’re here to stop me.” Gihun tacked on that last part as bait before he promptly hung up the phone. His cheeks hurt from the smile on his face as he all but floated through the crowd to get to the bar.

He ordered himself another drink and sipped on it as he watched the front windows of the bar, searching for a very specific car. He wasn’t done plotting- not if he wanted what he was after.

As soon as he saw Inho’s car peel into the parking lot he finished off his drink and slipped into the crowd of bodies dancing. He spotted the same man he’d asked for the picture of and decided to use him again. It was a shame, the man seemed nice, but he was also gullible.

He smiled flirtatiously at the man and started to back himself against him, grinding and dancing without a care in the world. The man smiled and let his hands wrap around Gihun’s hips, rolling against his ass.

Gihun would frown in disgust if he couldn’t see Inho stalking towards the entrance of the bar with a murderous glare. Gihun had to clench his thighs together to try and quell some of the arousal pulsing through his body. He threw his head back and let his arms reach up and around the man’s neck, continuing to sway his hips side to side. He heard the door open and close and pretended he didn’t even notice Inho as the man scanned the crowd.

He only glanced over as Inho was nearly on top of them, he feigned shock, “Inho? I told you to leave me alone!” He yelled over the music.

Inho didn’t even respond, he merely grabbed Gihun around the waist and yanked him away from the man. Gihun gasped, feeling his pussy already getting wet, god his hands were huge, always made Gihun feel so small when he was cradled between those hands. Fuck was he always that strong? Had he been working out more? His muscles look more defined-

“Hey man! He said he doesn’t want you- fuck off.” Oh, not only was the man gullible he was so fucking stupid Gihun thought in disappointment. He was about to tell the man it was fine when Inho stepped between them.

“Be smart and walk the fuck away- this doesn’t concern you.” He said, his voice had dropped a few octaves and there was growl underlying every word he spoke.

Gihun felt a shiver race up his spine and had to bite the inside of his cheek to keep from moaning and smiling.

God just fuck off already- I’m trying to get obliterated by this man. Gihun silently begged the man to leave the two of them alone.

Inho grabbed the front of the man’s shirt so hard his knuckles were pure white and pulled the man forward until they were inches apart, “I said, fuck off.” He gritted out with a promise of a threat in his tone. The man stumbled back after Inho let him go and scurried off.

Sorry sweetie, you were a big help.

Gihun wasn’t even going to pretend he felt bad as his whole body started to quake under the intense stare Inho gave Gihun.

Fuck his underwear was ruined after that little show.

He fixed his face though with what he hoped was a convincing expression of defiance, “You think you own me?” He said, but the bravado began to flag when Inho gripped him by the arm and started dragging him towards the bathrooms in the back.

Gihun felt his heart hammering in his chest and couldn’t stop the thrill that was rushing though him.

Inho nearly ripped the door off its hinges as he dragged them into the bathroom.

Two men peaked over to them from the urinals and Inho snarled at them with a “Get the fuck out!”  Which they promptly obeyed. He closed the door and locked it before turning back to Gihun. He gripped Gihun’s hips- as though replacing his hands with the man’s would erase it completely and backed Gihun against the dingy sink of the bathroom.

“What are you trying to do? You think I didn’t notice you unblocked me out of the blue? Just because?” He spoke lowly into Gihun’s ear.

Gihun had to fight himself to stop from jolting at the hot breath that fanned past his ear.

He stared at Inho with a smirk, “You saw my story- means you unblocked me first. Desperate?” He said breathily. He licked his lips and Inho’s gaze flickered to it- immediately drawn in.

He focused back on Gihun, “Maybe I knew you’d cave and start acting like a little attention whore-miss me that bad?” Inho argued back. His hold on Gihun’s waist tightened and the other couldn’t stop the whimper that slipped out of his mouth. Inho gave a shit eating grin.

“Only wanted me? Only wanted my cock?” Inho said right into Gihun’s ear. He let his lips barely graze Gihun’s jaw as he moved.

Gihun reflexively put his hands around Inho’s neck- they fit so perfectly there, could feel the hard and solid muscle hiding under Inho’s shirt.

“You think I haven’t been with anyone while you were gone?” Gihun asked flippantly, a small huff of laugh escaping his lips.

Honestly, he hadn’t, no one compared to the man in front of him. But Inho didn’t get to know that.

Inho’s stare hardened, and he grabbed Gihun by the hair, yanking on it and pulling Gihun impossibly closer to his face.

“I don’t believe you.” He growled out.

Gihun hoped his body trembling wasn’t obvious, he retaliated by digging his nails into Inho’s shoulders, smiling victoriously at the hiss Inho let out. Inho leaned forward to nip at Gihun’s bottom lip in revenge.

And then everything was a blur after that. Gihun moaned as Inho bit down, tasting a little bit of blood on his lips, he pulled Inho forward and the two were viscously kissing.

It was all pure lust and heat. Tongue and teeth colliding. Their shared moans echoing in the empty bathroom.

Inho’s grasp in Gihun’s hair tightened as he angled Gihun’s head back and dominated the kiss.

Fuck Gihun had missed this. He loved when Inho lost control and became greedy. Took whatever he wanted from Gihun.

Gihun let his hands slide down Inho’s chest, nails dragging painfully and causing Inho to jolt forward- just enough for his hardening cock to brush against Gihun’s thigh.

Gihun smiled into the kiss and pulled away- a line of drool connected between their bruised lips, “Already so hard from just a kiss? That’s embarrassing for you.” Gihun goaded. He reached down and let a fingertip brush against Inho’s cock that was pushing against his thigh.

Inho grunted and grabbed a handful of Gihun’s ass as he ground against Gihun’s thigh.

“You don’t think I didn’t notice how wet you already are? Don’t think I can’t smell how turned on you are?” Inho said as Gihun started rubbing back against Inho.

Gihun threw his head back with wanton moan.

“Ahh— you’re so arrogant- ever think it was that guy on the dance floor that got me like this?” Gihun said as he licked a long strip up Inho’s neck.

That was too fucking far for Inho, he ripped Gihun’s jeans down and all but threw the man up into the counter. Gihun yelped and barely stopped himself from tumbling over. Propped himself on his elbows and looked up as Inho wedges himself between Gihun’s legs, eyes burning with desire and anger.

“I know for a fact you wanted me-baited me into coming here. You’re so desperate for this cock- you still know who makes you feel good.” Inho leered as he let a hand wander across Gihun’s chest- he harshly caught a nipple between his fingers through Gihun’s shirt and pinched, Gihun mewled and bucked forward. His retort dying on his tongue as he felt his pussy throb from the stimulus.

Inho had a self-satisfied smirk as he leaned down and took Gihun’s other nipple into his mouth. Gihun buried his hands into Inho’s hair and pulled it with the intent to hurt, but Inho merely groaned and used his teeth to tease Gihun’s nipple raw.

Gihun felt his legs try to close to give himself some relief, his hips lifting up in search for contact every time Inho made another burst of pleasure explode in his core.

Inho pulled off to examine his work- he felt a swell of possessiveness at the sight of Gihun’s nipple so puffy and reddened through the sheer shirt he was wearing. The man was a mess- panting through split glistened lips, hips twitching desperately, pants hanging off one ankle as he let his legs splay open.

Inho couldn’t stop himself from hungrily kissing Gihun again- feeling a rush at the sight in front of him.

Gihun moaned into the kiss, wrapping his legs around Inho’s hips and dragging him forward until his bulge rubbed against Gihun’s underwear clad pussy.

Both of them let out gasps of shock at the feeling.

Fucking shit Gihun felt like pure fire even through Inho’s jeans. He felt dizzy with want- wanted to tear off the rest of their clothes and use Gihun until he couldn’t think anymore.

But he was here to prove a point- he was going to make sure Gihun was ruined. Make sure he could never look at another man without remembering how hard Inho could make his legs shake.

They rocked together for a few minutes, littering each other’s necks with deep bruises and harsh bites. Inho eventually pulled away and yanked Gihun to the edge of the counter.

The other whined in protest but quickly felt tremors of anticipation as he watched Inho kneel down on the floor in front of him.

“You better remember who the fuck owns this pussy- who makes you feel this fucking good.” Inho sneers out as he literally rips Gihun’s underwear apart and throws the pieces of it behind him somewhere.

Gihun feels himself practically drip from the rough treatment- mind already fuzzing over as he feels his breathing get heavier.

Inho moaned and had to palm his own dick at the sight to keep from cumming on the spot.

Perfect. So fucking perfect. Gihun was spread out in front of Inho- so wet it was smeared on his inner thighs and making a mess on the countertop. His clit so swollen and pulsing from need- he couldn’t help himself as he brought his hand down to deliver a swift smack to the overly sensitive organ.

“Fuck! What the fuck Inho?!” Gihun wailed, the slap sent searing tingles through him.

Inho felt himself get impossibly hard- finally hearing his name tumble out of those beautiful lips- swollen and pink from all the abuse of Inho’s teeth and kisses.

He let a finger lightly trace Gihun’s clit, rubbing it every so often. Too light a touch to be anything other than unsatisfying torture.

Gihun mewled and tried to push down onto Inho’s finger and was given another punishing slap against his pussy. His legs straightened up in jerky response to the pain. It was so addictive.

“You’ll take what I give you- now fucking behave.” Inho demanded as he continued to tease him. He rubbed the pad of his fingers in a circle over and over again over Gihun’s clit.

“Ohhh—fuck- fuck!” Gihun whimpered out as he was finally given at least some relief. Inho drank in the noises he was pulling from Gihun. Inho had wanted to tease him for longer, but he was getting hungrier to have his mouth on Gihun after not tasting him for two months. He threw Gihun’s legs over his shoulder and buried himself between those plush, milky thighs.

“FUCK!—oh fuck-ahh baby.” Gihun moaned out. Inho pushed his tongue as deep as he could into Gihun’s soaked pussy. He flattened it and let it drag up through Gihun’s wet slit. Gihun felt his legs already shaking as that scorching hot tongue started to swirl and dip inside of him. Inho’s nose was pressed right up against Gihun’s clit. Making it so no matter how Gihun writhed he felt an onslaught of pleasure that had him clenching down on the tongue prodding and lapping at his moist walls.

Inho groaned, finally having a taste of Gihun after months away from it, he felt like a man stranded in a desert getting a drop of water. He opened his mouth to push as much of his tongue into Gihun as he could, until his jaw ached in protest- but that didn’t fucking matter, what mattered was the wanton and slutty gasps spilling from Gihun.

The man above him dug his fingers into Inho’s hair and held on like it was a lifeline, he tossed his head back- not even noticing when his head thumped into the mirror behind him. He was so overwhelmed with the euphoric feeling.

Inho pulled his mouth off and moved to begin to suck mercilessly on Gihun’s clit while his tongue flicked at it teasingly. He took his thumb and let it press around the edge of Gihun’s hole before it slipped it without any protest.

Inho felt like his heart was going to give out- his pulse thundered through his veins, and his cock was achingly hard.

He felt shreds of his sanity slipping away as he let his thumb feel and explore inside, his cock twitched every time he swiped his tongue at Gihun’s clit and made the man whine.

He felt lightheaded knowing he was the one causing this.

Mine, mine, mine. He obsessively chanted in his mind.

He thrust his thumb in and out of Gihun and redoubled the pressure of his tongue sucking on the sensitive nub.

“Yesss- ahh- fuck-yes— !” Gihun moaned out as he forcefully pulled Inho by the head and started to grind against Inho’s tongue, thrusting down to chase more friction.

Inho half out of his mind kept up and started to thrust his thumb faster and harder into Gihun.

“Oh god—! There-! Don’t stop—fuck-! Oh fuck- close!” Gihun pleaded as he started grinding against Inho’s face harder.

Inho broke away from Gihun and couldn’t stop the evil grin on his face when he heard Gihun groan in frustration.

“What the fuck! God—you’re such a stupid asshole!” Gihun hissed out in anger. He didn’t have the chance to hurl more insults as Inho manhandles him; he flips Gihun so he’s facing the mirror. He looks beyond debauched, chest heaving and flushed, nipples swollen and bright red, his hair was a mess, and spittle had fallen down his chin from their sloppy kisses.

Inho used a forceful hand between Gihun’s shoulder blades to push him down until he was being held up by his elbows.

Gihun knew where this was heading and arched his back for Inho. He looked up at Inho through the mirror and gave him a challenging look.

“Ever think about if I’ve done this with someone else while you’ve been gone?”  Gihun taunts. Inho delivers a cruel and sharp slap to Gihun’s ass- he hissed out in pain and couldn’t stop himself from bucking up- they never got this rough while dating.

Inho had a malicious look as he grabbed Gihun by the jaw and wrenched his chin up, so he had to look at Inho in the mirror.

“Fucking slut, doesn’t even fucking matter if you have—none of them make you feel like this.” He spoke smugly.

The man below him had to fight to hold back the whimpers that wanted to spill out.

“Trying to make me jealous with a guy you just met?” Inho mocked.

Gihun gave a simpering smile to Inho and laughed teasingly “You think we just met?”

Inho’s eyes darkened until they were nearly completely black and slammed Gihun’s face into the counter, he haphazardly undid his pants.

Gihun felt his teeth rattle from the impact and his heart race. A high-pitched and needy whine fell out of his mouth as he felt the head of Inho’s cock slap against his entrance.

“You keep talking shit but here you are- spread out in a bathroom like a cheap whore-because of me- not him.” Inho spat as he let his cock rub between Gihun’s folds, collecting all the extra slick juices and spit from earlier to lube up his cock.

Gihun tried to bare down onto the thick cock teasing him, but his hips were held in a bruising grip by Inho. He huffed frustratedly and stared down Inho who only gave him a look of indifference.

“Should I go get the other guy—!” Gihun’s remark was cut off as Inho thrust all the way into Gihun. His cock brutally stretching out Gihun as it forced its way in.

“Shut the fuck up.” Inho seethed.

Gihun keened, his stomach was shoved into the edge of the counter-but he hardly noticed as Inho bottomed out. It actually kind of pissed Gihun off when Inho somehow perfectly hit the spot inside him that sent his insides ablaze, that made his cunt throb and clamp down greedily.

Like he was specially made for Inho and only Inho.

Inho craned his head back and let out a guttural moan after finally-fucking finally getting inside Gihun. Fuck it was still just as perfect as before.

He didn’t even pause for a moment before he set a punishing past, slamming into Gihun.

Wet plaps and moans ricocheted off the tiled walls- neither giving a singular shit if it could be heard from outside in the bar.

“Ahh—shit-! Fuck- so fucking tight—you missed this huh?” Inho groaned out. He felt hot chills travel up his neck and scalp. The warmth of Gihun’s cunt and grip sucking in Inho. So tight that the head of his dick kept getting caught on the ridge of Gihun’s entrance every time he pulled out just to thrust back in with full force.

Gihun was panting, “Fuck off—! Oh!- you’re the d-desperate one! Hah fuck!” Gihun’s voice was punched out of him every time Inho pushed in and deep enough to hit Gihun’s cervix.

Gihun whined out as he pushed back against Inho’s rocking. He could feel his stomach coil tighter and tighter.

Inho gave an arrogant scoff, “Desperate? Shit—oh shit— you started this-fuck so good!”

Inho grabbed one of Gihun’s legs and put it up on the counter so open him up even more. He leaned back for leverage and set an even more punishing pace, his balls slapping hard enough against Gihun’s ass that it stung.

“FUCK!! Fuck—!” Gihun cried out as he was jolted forward and yanked back into Inho with every thrust.

Gihun scrambled to try and keep himself upright on the wet sink counter as he was jostled around, his hand suddenly slipped but Inho reflexively caught him-wrapping his arms around his chest and holding him upright. Never stopping his unending pace inside Gihun.

The new angle made it feel like Inho was actually fucking right up into Gihun’s stomach. He leaned his head back and found it resting on Inho’s shoulder. The other started attacking his neck with sucks and kisses.

“Hah-ohhh- so deep…s-so good-!” Gihun slurred out, he felt his eyes going out of focus and his mind becoming a blank space. Nothing else but the pleasure consuming him.

Inho made sure to leave a deep, dark bruise right under Gihun’s jawline-unavoidable to miss.

“Mine.” He growled out.

Gihun moaned, “K-keep telling yourself that…” but deep down it sent a shot of electric warmth straight to his core. To know even after everything he had this man wrapped around his finger- it was addictive.

Inho slowed his pace and began to push in as deep as possible, grinding slow and deliberate circles right against Gihun’s spot. Both melted into it, sagging against one another as sparks spilled through where they were connected.

Gihun already getting close reached his hand up- caressing Inho’s neck before tangling it into his hair. He turned his face into Inho’s neck to hide the wrecked noises bubbling out of his throat.

Inho only pushed in harder, deeper, with every thrust. They both were strung out- after two months of no touching both wouldn’t last much longer. He reached down and started to rub at Gihun’s clit. He felt Gihun’s pussy clamp almost painfully down on Inho.

“Close—! Don’t stop-ahh! Fuck.” Gihun hiccuped out as he felt his abdomen start to quiver and cunt start to pulse as he got closer and closer to the edge.

Inho used his other hand to pull Gihun into a wet and messy kiss. More tongue than lips, their heated breath puffed back and forth into their mouths as they both chased pleasure.

“No one else can make you feel this good- no one-say it.” Inho snarled out as he rubbed harder and faster against Gihun’s clit.

Gihun almost collapsed from how tight his body had become- he was about to burst but he staunchly refused, biting his lip to keep quiet.

Inho started to slow his teasing hand and pulled nearly all the way out of Gihun, “I’m not asking again, say it, or I’ll leave, and you really will have to ask that guy to finish you off.” Inho threatened.

Gihun wanted to scream- this stupid, stubborn, fucking hot, arrogant prick. He tried to move but Inho had him pinned between the counter and himself. Gihun’s begged for him to give in, to let himself be fucked until he came hard enough that he wouldn’t see straight.

Inho raised a brow at Gihun- despite how equally fucked out and crazed he looked he started to step back as though to leave.

Gihun whimpered, “No one…no one makes me feel as good…” he said quietly, he almost hoped Inho didn’t hear it but of course he had.

He felt hot shame churn in his stomach as Inho moaned appreciatively.

“Good boy-fuck- so good for me- always so fucking good.” Inho said as he quickly shoved back into Gihun.

Gihun felt tears prick the sides of his eyes as he was filled again. He’d never get used to feeling Inho stretch him.

Inho delivered brutal thrusts and went back to getting Gihun off with his hand, his over sensitive clit almost burning from Inho’s touch.

“Mine- you’re fucking mine Gihun- gonna make sure you feel this—shit—feel this for weeks.” Inho gritted out.

Gihun could only let our watery cries Inho punched out of him with his thrusts- his eyes rolled back as he got painfully close.

“Inho—! Gonna cum! Fuck—fuck!” He wailed out as he finally felt a flood of bliss pour over.

He felt like all the air had been knocked out of him as his walls wrapped so tight it was suffocating around Inho’s cock, wave after wave of pleasure crashing into him as he finally came.

Inho only lasted a few more minutes after Gihun and made sure to bury himself as deep as possible before he spilled into Gihun. His cock spasmed as he came, it felt like it went on forever. After a while both finally seemed to return back to reality after being so lost in one another.

They were both panting- gulping down air and trying to regain some control of their bodies again. Gihun groaned as Inho slid out and immediately began to feel cum dripping down his thigh.

Inho chuckled at the sight, “Whoops…” he said breathlessly.

Gihun shot him a pissed off glare, it wasn’t very convincing as he held himself up on shaky arms and legs. His face bright red, hair and clothes disheveled.

Inho seemed obnoxiously back to normal as he tucked his softening cock back into his jeans. Gihun eventually went to grab his pants- he gave an annoyed huff.

“These pants are gonna be ruined now because you ripped my underwear like a fucking animal.” He spat at Inho.

Inho cooed mockingly, “Oh no, guess you can’t stay here for much longer then- better head home- sorry to interrupt you flirting with strangers.” He had a shit eating grin as he spoke.

Gihun grimaces as he slid his tight pants on, the material rubbed against his cunt that was swollen and raw. He looked in the mirror and tried to fix his hair.

“Oh- just fuck off-I just wanted to let off some steam and you’re easy to use.” Gihun said.

Inho scoffed, “Sure, whatever helps you feel better…” they both exited the bathroom to a bunch of pissed off faces that clearly had been waiting to use it.

Gihun rushed past feeling his face heat with embarrassment, Inho walked with his head held high, a self-congratulatory smile on his face.

By the time he got out to the parking he saw Gihun heading towards the sidewalk.

Hell no.

He rushed over and grabbed his arm. Gihun whipped around, “Stop fucking grabbing me like you own me.” He hissed but Inho started pulling him to his car, ignoring his petulant comment.

“You’re not fucking walking home alone.”

Gihun ripped his arm away from Inho’s grasp, “I’ll be fine- you might think your dick is that good, but I can still walk you know.”

Inho opened the passenger side door and stared at Gihun with an intensity that left Gihun a little breathless.

“It’s the middle of the night and you’re a fucking walking accident without heels on. Get in the damn car, I’m tired and need to take a shower.” Inho’s tone didn’t leave room for arguing and Gihun knew from past interactions that Inho absolutely could and would manhandle Gihun into the car when he tried to be stubborn.

Gihun pouted and then rolled his eyes as he sat in the seat, Inho slammed the door shut and got in the driver's side.

Neither spoke, nor addressed what the hell had just happened. Instead, they both stared straight ahead at the road as Inho drove to their old, shared apartment.

For the briefest moment Gihun could imagine they were simply heading home together after a date. They’d go inside together, probably would shower together and sit in bed in their pjs while they scrolled on their phones, and talked about nonsensical things until they got tired.

His heart clenched slightly knowing that was no longer reality, at least for now, at least until Inho apologized for being such a dickhead.

Which he hoped was soon because now that he was reminded of how good they felt together, he wasn’t sure he’d be able to stay way another two months.

They eventually arrived at the apartment, Gihun got out and turned back around to face Inho.

“This didn’t mean anything, lose my number and don’t expect to be unblocked in the morning.” Then he slammed the car door shut before he could hear whatever retort Inho would’ve gave.

He tried to ignore the flutters in his stomach when he realized Inho stayed parked and watched until Gihun safely got to the door and unlocked it- only then did his car drive away.

He was such a charming, stubborn, nerve grating asshole... Gihun already missed him again.

He sighed tiredly and kicked his boots off, he barely made it into bed, merely shucking off his pants that were now stained and ruined, he pulled on some shorts to sleep in and collapsed onto his bed.

He sent Jungbae a quick text letting him know he had made it home safe- and that he had such a fun story to tell him.

Across the city Jungbae blearily opened his eyes at the bright screen flashing in his dark bedroom. He glanced at the time- two am. His eyes eventually adjusted enough he could see the message and for a moment he wished he had never met Seong Gihun. He closed his eyes, mentally preparing for a long winded and ridiculous tale from the man as he drifted back to sleep.

To be continued…

Chapter Text

Gihun wouldn’t outright say he thought about that little fiasco at the bar constantly.

Just anytime his mind wandered, or he smelt something that reminded him of Inho’s cologne, or he went into a public bathroom…

Okay- he thought about it 24/7 and it had only been a week since it all happened. He had excitedly retold the entire night to Jungbae over the phone on his lunch break.

Jungbae had merely sighed and called Gihun an idiot. But he didn’t really care- he was on cloud nine.

He once again let his mind wander to the burning gaze in Inho’s eyes, how he had thrown him around like he was a rag doll, about his big di-

“Gihun! We’re heading out for lunch- wanna join us?” His coworker Hyunju asked excitedly. She was the head of HR at their company and was loved by just about everyone.

Gihun smiled and checked the time, he could definitely head out now without it causing too many issues, the other receptionist, Junhee, would be back from her break in a few minutes.

“Yeah, okay! Lemme get my things!” He said as he got up.

Sangwoo came down the hall and towards them, “Lunch?” Hyunju nodded, “Mind if I join?” Gihun shrugged and grabbed his blazer laid over the back of his chair.

“Doesn’t bother me, but you all have to listen to my fun and sexy story the entire time.” He wiggled his eyebrows with a mischievous look. He hadn’t gotten to tell anyone else but Jungbae about the bar- sure he’d exclude a few details here and there for these two, but it was too good not to share.

Hyunju laughed, “You’re not the only one with a fun and sexy story…”

Gihun gasped, “Ohhhh? Hyunju, I’d never expect that from you!” He said dramatically.

Sangwoo only rolled his eyes at the two of them and checked his phone.

Hyunju hummed, “Oh stop, it wasn’t anything crazy, this morning-”

“You telling Gihun about the super hot cop that pulled you over?” Their other coworker Semi joined in. Hyunju blushed and looked at her feet with a bashful look.

Sangwoo raised an eyebrow, “Why’d you get pulled over?”

Hyunju scoffed, “That’s what interests you in the story?” The group laughs and all head out of the building, Gihun listens with rapt attention- however, he has a slight feeling of trepidation as she speaks.

“Well, for starters, I didn’t do anything illegal- he actually pulled me over to let me know my plates had expired today.”

Semi groaned dramatically, “yeah-yeah, who CARES tell them what he looked like!”

“Ohhh- was he tall and handsome?” Gihun prodded, heart beating a little harder.

Hyunju chuckled, “He was kind of short actually.”

How short we talking? Gihun thought with a little eye twitch.

“Like he had to be almost a head shorter than me- doesn’t matter, he was hot!” Hyunju continued.

Semi smirked, “She claims he looked like Lee Byung-hun.” She didn’t look convinced.

Hyunju playfully swatted at Semi’s arm, “he really did! Do you guys believe me!?” She turned to Gihun and Sangwoo. Both men had pinched expressions.

Because yes, yes, they did believe her. Because it sounded like a certain officer they were both well acquainted with.

Gihun gave a tight smile, “I could believe it, I feel like I’ve seen him around a few times…” Sangwoo looked at Gihun with concern.

During the four years Gihun and Inho had been together he hadn’t been super public about his boyfriend, he never tried to actively hide him (he did, and it was because he just knew someone would try to steal Inho if they saw him.) but also never went out of his way to flaunt Inho.

Sangwoo chuckled, “So, did he act like a total asshole the whole time he gave you a ticket?” Gihun glared at Sangwoo. His animosity towards Inho became known as soon as the two broke up- and yeah, maybe Inho had been right when he said Sangwoo probably felt the same way in secret while they dated.

He’d never admit that to Inho though. He’d rather die than ever tell that arrogant douchebag he was right about something. Gihun could see it now, he’d be insufferable for the rest of his life and remind Gihun about it constantly.

Hyunju sighed almost dreamily, “Oh, the complete opposite, he was so charming. And funny, he said he liked my blouse and earrings. Ugh, so polite.”

Who died and replaced the real Inho- I don’t think I’ve ever seen that man so much as smile at a stranger. Gihun’s mind supplied bitterly.

Semi smiled, “And he didn’t write her a ticket.”

Gihun could feel his fist clench reflexively. That little shit.

He might’ve told Inho that what happened at the bar didn’t matter but it absolutely did, and Inho knew that. He knew damn well just who he belonged to.

Me, he belongs to me, and he is supposed to act like it. Gihun thought angrily.

He couldn’t even blame Hyunju, she was tall and beautiful, and the blouse really did look amazing on her.

But Inho, he knew better- Gihun had him trained better than that.

He schooled his features into feigned interest, “He try to get your number or anything?”  

For my sanity's sake please say no.

Hyunju frowned, “Well, I thought about asking, we talked for a few minutes. He noticed my military ID and asked about my service, told me that it was impressive that I was in special forces, and then we compared funny boot camp stories. Found out he’s great at cooking…but I don’t think it’s meant to be, he was cute, but he doesn’t seem like the relationship type.”

Semi snorted, “Who cares, if he’s the ‘hit it and quit it’ type you could’ve at least had a fun night.”

Hyunju got flustered and chastised Semi while she laughed.

Gihun was screaming internally.

Yeah, he can cook, and clean, and absolutely drive you insane.

Sangwoo leaned over and spoke quietly enough for only Gihun to hear, “Sounds like he’s trying to move on, guess that isn’t a bad thing, right Gihun?” Gihun saw red and felt his heart seize in his chest.

Like hell he is, I’ll be damned if he thinks he’s allowed to run around and do anything but be obsessively desperate for me.

“Gihun!” He snapped his attention back to Sangwoo.

“Huh—?” Sangwoo rolled his eyes at the other.

“I asked what the story is you wanted to share with us at lunch…?”

Oh yeah, that, the fact that’d he had let Inho blow his back out in a public restroom and now the man was apparently showboating around like he wasn’t wholly devoted to Gihun. He must’ve been aware just how sexy he looked in his police uniform.

They had role played a couple of times at Gihun’s request and Inho had kept that uniform on. And now he thinks he can try that shit with someone else?

Inho- fucking dickhead, he wasn’t getting away with this.

Gihun stopped mid stride with the group, slapping a hand on his head, “Oh! I forgot I promised to bring some food to my Eomma on my lunch break! Sorry, I’ll have to join you all next time!”

Hyunju and Semi shrugged and said bye as they continued walking, but Sangwoo didn’t look convinced.

“Gihun…”

Gihun gave Sangwoo a confused look, “What?”

Sangwoo shook his head, “Don’t…”

Gihun scoffed, “Don’t what? See my own Eomma? Honestly Sangwoo- don’t worry about me.”

Sangwoo opened his mouth to speak again but Gihun turned on his heel with a quick, “gotta go, bye!” And started to walk down the sidewalk in the opposite direction of the group- heading towards the police station in town.

Inho had returned from his shift of patrolling and now he was stuck in the office filling out paperwork. You would think being a cop was a lot cooler, but there were so many forms and reports that had to be completed for every arrest and traffic stop- It was ridiculous.

He glanced at the clock and was relieved he would be leaving soon.

To say he’d been tense lately would be an understatement- everyone at the precinct noticed it. He was snapping at subordinates more often, was somehow even more intense, managed to impossibly be more withdrawn from people.

His mind had already been consumed by Gihun- and now that he’d gotten another taste of him- saw him with that fucker at the bar…he was beyond obsession at this point.

He had barely handled the two months apart. Now merely a week had passed, and he felt himself fighting the urge to see Gihun again.

Desperate for even a glimpse of him.

He had spent nearly every night looking at old photos of Gihun that he still had on his phone until he went to bed.

It was pathetic.

But, after what happened at the bar Gihun hadn’t messaged him- when he checked his socials he was once again blocked. Was Gihun serious when he said that night was the last time?

He hadn’t really taken the threat seriously, confident Gihun would come back to him, but as the days went on, he grew more and more nervous.

He huffed out in frustration and tried to get his eyes to focus on the form in front of him. He tapped his pen against his temple as he read through it again.

Only a few minutes had passed before he heard muffled voices speaking outside his office door, then it opened. Junho peaked his head in and waved.

Inho did not like the look he was giving him.

“You got a visitor…”  Junho motioned behind him.

Inho raised an eyebrow with a confused expression, “Think they’ve got the wrong officer.”

Junho shook his head, “doubt that.” He stepped back and Inho’s heart raced as Gihun stepped through the door.

First, he felt a swell of euphoria at the sight of Gihun, then he saw his face and felt anything but happy- he peaked over Gihun’s shoulder to see Junho closing the door with a smirk on his face.

Leaving just the two of them.

A tense silence filled the office, Inho furrowed his brow.

“Is there a reason you’re here? You know I can’t do you any legal favors if you got yourself in trouble.”  Inho could only assume that’s why his “ex” was standing here.

Gihun’s face turned icy, “Don’t play dumb.”

Inho threw his hands up, “I really don’t know what you’re implying or why you’re here.”

Gihun stomped over to the front of Inho’s desk, “You’re so upset you can’t have me, so you tried to hook up with my coworker? And for what? To prove a point!?”

What the fuck? Of all the fucking-

“Uh-no? Who told you that? I thought your coworkers didn’t even know me that well.”

Gihun crossed his arms over his chest, “She didn’t outright tell me, instead she told me about the hot cop that pulled her over today for expired plates.”

“Wow, who would’ve thought that I, a police officer, might pull someone over.” Inho’s voice dripped with irritated sarcasm.

Gihun’s eyes narrowed at him, “Stop fucking around- it was you, right?”

Inho thought back to his morning patrol, yeah, he had pulled a woman over to notify her to renew her plates, they had a friendly conversation about the military and how bad the food was at boot camp. He hadn’t thought much about it afterwards, it was just the day-to-day bullshit of his job. Wait-

“She thought I was hot?” He asked, he had to stop himself from laughing at the face Gihun was making.

“Really? She told me alllll about your guys’ conversation, you said she looked good in her shirt.”

Inho shrugged, “No, I didn’t say she looked good because that could be considered harassment, I said her shirt was nice- wait—this is fucking ridiculous- why do you care?”

Gihun rolled his eyes, his cheeks began to pink, “I don’t-I… I just think it’s childish of you to try and get to me through a coworker.”

Inho was about to rebuttal- explaining he didn’t know the woman was his coworker and didn’t really care…until he realized this was an opportunity he simply couldn’t pass up. Especially after the bullshit Gihun had pulled last week.

He put on an air of indifference.

“Or I wasn’t trying to get your attention, ever thought maybe I was simply interested in her?” Inho felt his stomach swoop in excitement when he could see Gihun’s eyes hardened in fury.

“You literally fucked me in a bar bathroom a week ago.” He spoke harshly- failing to conceal his frustration.

“And you said it was nothing- I agree, if it was nothing then it shouldn’t matter who I’m trying to date or fuck.” Inho said flippantly and pretended he was far more interested in the form he was filling out than Gihun’s reaction.

He heard the other splutter indignantly and had to fight to keep a grin from forming on his face.

“You-you…” Gihun fumbled his words, flustered from all the irate anger in him now.

Inho sighed and rolled his shoulders to get some tension out before fixing Gihun with a bored look, “If that’s all you came here to say, you can leave. I have an hour of my shift left and have to finish this report.” He motioned to the door behind him.

He was taking a gamble; there was a slight chance Gihun would believe his bluff and simply walk out. But he was banking on the fact that underneath Gihun’s usual bubbly and charming personality, was a jealous, possessive man just as bad as Inho.

Gihun stood in shock for a moment before his face darkened and he rounded Inho’s desk.

“You think after what you did last week, I’m gonna believe that?” He spoke under his breath; he stood in front of Inho and then sat atop his desk- right on that damn report paper. Inho swallowed and couldn’t stop his eyes from tracing up and down Gihun’s body.

“You think you’ll find someone better than me?” Gihun spoke frustratedly.

Inho scoffed, “They don’t have to be better they just need to be someone other than you.” And then he chuckled as he leaned back in his chair.

Gihun felt pure, white hot malice course through him. The fucking nerve of this man was astounding. He picked up his leg and ground his foot right into Inho’s crotch. The man sitting hissed and grabbed Gihun by the ankle in a brute hold.

“What the fuck is your problem!?” Inho seethed, but the flush starting to crawl up his neck told a different story.

Gihun had a mocking smirk, “you think someone else will be enough for you? You think after all the times I watched you pathetically beg to touch me, to taste me, you’ll be able to move on?” He pushed his shoe harder into the bulge forming in Inho’s pants.

Gihun laughed, “You’re already getting hard, just from this? You’re even more pathetic than I thought…”

Inho glowered at Gihun and threw the man’s leg off of him- before he could fully stand up a hand was forcefully pushing him in the chest and sending him tumbling back into the chair. Gihun took advantage of the motion and sat in Inho’s lap.

Inho felt a thrill licking up his spine, fire already starting to kick up in his stomach. His hands naturally went to grasp Gihun’s ass.

Gihun leaned over and bit Inho- hard, the other grunted in pain and wrenched Gihun off his neck by the hair.

Gihun studied his work proudly- deep set teeth indents that were already red and bruising, far too high above Inho’s collar to hide it.

Good- don’t forget who owns you. Gihun thought, feeling a little deranged.

“That fucking hurt you bitch.” Inho spat out as he retaliated by tightening his hold in Gihun’s hair. It made his scalp sting and his body jolted from it.

“Ah— good luck trying to hide that- hope anyone desperate enough to fuck you sees it.” Gihun said breathlessly as he tried to reign his body in, already feeling himself get aroused just from the hand in his hair.

Inho pulled Gihun’s head towards his, so they were inches apart, noses nearly touching, “You come to my job, sit in my lap like a dog in heat, and want me to believe you aren’t desperate?”  He chuckled smugly and smacked Gihun’s ass hard, the man in his lap gasped and squirmed.

“Did everybody else realize that someone already ruined your pussy for the rest of them?” Inho snarled out with a prideful smile, he repaid Gihun for earlier and sucked a bruise into where his neck and shoulder connected.

Gihun whined and rolled his hips- dragging his hot core across Inho’s cock. The other man’s breath stuttered, and his own hips bucked up into Gihun without thinking.

Gihun leaned forward to suck on Inho’s earlobe before whispering, “bet you didn’t stop thinking about me, about how it felt inside me this whole week.” He kept the steady rhythm of his hips going in a perfect fluid pattern. He felt the hand on his ass dig harder into the fleshy mound that was now thrumming tenderly from the smack.

Inho grit his teeth, refusing to give Gihun the satisfaction of the noises that wanted to spill out.

“What about you—ah shit— coming all the way here because I talked to someone.”

Gihun scoffed- it came out more like an airy whimper, “you can pretend you’re not obsessed with me- oh- ahh- b-but I know you.”

A noise outside suddenly made the two of them realize what they were doing-and more importantly where.

Inho pushed his chair back and shoved Gihun off of him, “You’re fucking insane- I’m on the clock- were in public!”

“You sure didn’t give a fuck about that when you ate me out in a public bathroom.” Gihun spoke haughtily.

Inho titled back in his seat with a tired groan- he had a boner, was pissed off, horny, and so fucking confused all at the same time, “Listen, you-”

A knock at the door made them both jump- they looked at one another, both were flushed, hair a mess, marks on their necks.

Inho sat up in his seat muttering a panicked, “fuck” under his breath.

Gihun paused and then gave Inho a dangerous look, he dropped to his knees and crawled under Inho’s desk to hide.

Inho’s eyes bulged out of his head, “the fuck are you doing?! Get the fuck up now.” He whispered with venom in his voice. Gihun merely smiled mischievously and folded himself up until he was fully wedged underneath it. Inho didn’t get a chance to say much else as the door swung open.

Inho ran a hand through his hair and tried to calm his breathing, he slid further under his desk to try and conceal the fucking idiot hiding there.

“Ah- Inho! I was hoping I’d catch you before your shift ends.” The chief said as he entered into Inho’s office.

Fuck my life- just fuck my entire existence. Inho thought to himself in a frenzy of panic.

He cleared his throat and sat up straighter, “Sorry, sir, just can’t seem to focus enough to get this report done- end of the day fatigue, I guess.” Inho said with a leveled and controlled tone.

The chief chuckled and sat in a chair across from Inho’s desk. The same desk where someone was sitting underneath it. And that someone was mere inches from his hard cock.

“Oh, I understand completely- believe me, when I’m in a hurry to head on home I contemplate leaving all the extra work for the morning.”

Inho gives a tight smile- god, he hopes the chief can’t hear just how loud his heart is slamming in his chest.

“So, how can I help you, sir?” Inho asked.

Gihun wriggled quietly against Inho’s legs, they had him pressed with his back against the desk, his head was laying against Inho’s knee, and he had a direct view of Inho’s crotch- pervert was still hard.

Gihun smirked to himself. He was bored and still annoyed with Inho. He let his fingers start to caress and rub on Inho’s knee closest to him.

Inho clenched his jaw and kept a straight face as the chief spoke. The fuck was he doing down there?

“Well, I came to ask about the offer I told you about a while ago- have you given it some more thought?” The chief asked.

Inho swallowed, “I have, sir, it’s quite the opportunity, but I wasn’t so keen on relocating…”

Gihun paused to listen, relocating? He thought to himself as he eavesdropped.

The chief nodded, “I see, I can understand your hesitation, it would be over two hours away in a separate precinct. But they like you Inho, they really want you to take the detective position.”

Gihun’s mouth hung open, the entire reason Inho had ever joined the police academy in the first place was to become a detective.

Just take it! What are you doing, Inho? Gihun thought to himself.

Inho shifted his pen and paper around on his desk as he hummed in thought, “I’m grateful, truly, it’s precisely the position I’ve wanted and worked for. But…I can’t, for the same reasons I had last time…”

The chief chuckled, “Got a girl or something? You said it was too far, that you had someone here that you wouldn’t leave.”

Inho felt his stomach clench, “Or something... If the offer is ever on the table again and is here, I’d take it in a heartbeat, but I can’t go that far…” he felt his face and neck heat up as he spoke. This is not something he needed Gihun to hear, there’s a reason he had never told him about the offer in the first place while they were dating. He had tried to find a time to talk about it to Gihun, but frankly he was afraid what Gihun might say, if he’d actually be willing to uproot the life they had here so they could stay together.

He had turned down the offer the first time almost four months ago, right before they’d broken up, it hurt, but not as much as it would’ve hurt to be long distance with Gihun.

The man in question sat under the desk and felt his chest tighten.

Idiot. He thought as his pulse picked up. He knew damn well what, more importantly who kept Inho here and felt his insides melt a little at the admission of it.

Why didn’t you say something? I would go anywhere for you…or no- I would have but you had to go off and act like a total jackass.

The anger Gihun wanted to feel was overshadowed by the utter flattery and a rush of heat hitting him in the gut.

How was he supposed to just sit there after that? Inho should know he couldn’t just make that kind of declaration and expect Gihun to behave- not happening.

Inho tried to listen as the chief rambled about his own family, how he would have made a similar choice. But he could only hear his pulse thumping in his ears as he felt hands trail up his thighs.

Fuck- Gihun- stop what you’re doing you can’t be that horny—!

Inho jolted ever so slightly as he felt wandering fingers rub across the bulge in his pants. His throat clicked as he swallowed dryly. He nodded along to the chief’s words and clenched the pen in his hand hard enough it was a miracle it didn’t turn to dust.

The light touches continued, eventually putting more pressure on his cock- the stupid fucking thing was betraying Inho, already stiffening more at the attention.

No-bad- boss right in front of me- down boy.

Inho’s dick really didn’t give two shits about who was in the room. Especially not as Gihun slowly and silently pulled Inho’s zipper down and palmed his cock through his underwear.

He inhaled shakily through his noise and tried to tune into the conversation. Giving quick replies and curt nods to the chief.

Gihun’s hand was so warm, adding more heat to his already pulsing cock, blood rushing south and making him even harder. He could feel more pressure press down on it and had to stop himself from bucking his hips into it.

“Well, seems I can’t convince you yet, any other way I could persuade you? You’re aware there is a pay raise involved as well, correct?” The chief asked as he stood up from the chair.

Inho tried to even out his breathing before speaking, “Ye-yes sir. Unfortunately, I still must decline the offer. Relocation—j-just isn’t possible at the moment.” He had tried his best to sound unaffected, but Gihun now had pulled Inho from his boxers and had a wet hand wrapped around his bare cock. Slow and languid strokes causing bolts of pleasure to shoot through his body.

The chief nodded, “Maybe I can pull some strings- you’re one of our best and I want to give you this opportunity. Don’t give up on it just yet.” He turned and headed to the door, Inho was thanking any and all gods that existed. The chief looked over his shoulder and motioned to the form on Inho’s desk.

“Seriously, Hwang. Just leave that for tomorrow, go home and relax.” He chuckled and left, closing the office door behind him.

Inho finally let out the groan that had been clawing at his chest to escape. He leaned back and yanked him and Gihun out from under his desk.

“You fucking idiot- you trying to get me fired—!” The sharp words died on his tongue as Gihun lurched forward and stuffed his mouth full of Inho’s cock.

“Fuck-! Wha—? Gihun—shit ahh—!” Inho panted out, he should be pulling Gihun off and throwing him out of his office. Instead, his legs spread to give Gihun more access and his hands buried in that nest of dark waves atop Gihun’s head.

Gihun whined around Inho’s cock, tongue swirling and circling it as his throat constricted while he sucked it down greedily. He felt his hips grind against nothing, thighs clenching to keep his own arousal at bay.

Stupid asshole- what do you mean you stayed here for me? Ugh, idiot- absolute idiot who is making my heart race.

Gihun thought to himself as he pushed his head even further down, taking as much of Inho as he could- his airway barely allowing the smallest amount of oxygen into his body.

Inho watched Gihun below him with rapt attention, lost in Gihun’s glassy eyes- his own pupils blown out in bliss.

“Fuck, gorgeous…so fucking gorgeous on your knees for me…” Inho muttered, his hips began to cant forward, pushing his cock in and out of that perfect, wet heat.

Gihun felt drool starting to escape out of the side of his mouth and down his chin- but he could care less, not when he had all of Inho’s attention- it was his, always would be- no one else could have him.

He bobbed his head to match Inho’s thrusts and used his hands to pulls Inho’s slack and underwear further down his thighs, he let one of his hands roll and pinch at Inho’s balls.

The other threw his head back, “shit—! Ah-fuck- the fuck has gotten into you?” Inho let out a breathless laugh, Gihun merely continued what he was doing, feeling a rush when he noticed Inho’s legs were trembling slightly.

He couldn’t help himself, head clouded by lust, he reached down into his own pants to tease his clit- chasing his own release.

Inho noticed and moaned at the sight. “Yeah? Ahh— getting worked up from me—fuck ahh— fucking your throat?” Inho held Gihun’s head in place and started to thrust up and forcefully into Gihun’s mouth.

Gihun whimpered, he practically was humping his own hand while his throat was used by Inho.

“Shit—shit! Fuck- all because you can’t handle me with someone else.” Inho said in a mocking tone.

Gihun narrowed his eyes at Inho and let his teeth briefly scrape against the sensitive skin of Inho’s dick. Inho hissed in pain.

“Fuck! Still trying to pretend you aren’t acting like a complete slut for me—?” Inho gritted out.

He was getting close already, he stood up from his chair to get better leverage and started to truly fuck into Gihun’s pliant throat.

Gihun mewled loudly, the pace of his hand getting faster, he was already so close, brain nothing but static as he was choked by Inho’s cock.

Inho let out a litany of “fuck” “close” “there-baby there.” As he felt himself teetering on the edge. His breath came out of him in heaves and his face felt like it was on fire.

He could feel stinging, blinding pleasure grow from the tip of his dick all the way into his abdomen, he felt himself twitching as his hips mindlessly moved, solely focused on coming.

“Shit! —ah fuck, baby—gonna cum—you want it? Does my little slut want my cum?” He growled out in a dangerous and low tone.

Gihun frantically nodded, moaning wantonly as he brought himself closer to orgasm. He needed it- needed to taste Inho- be marked by Inho, make Inho fall apart for him and only him.

“Fuck—fuck! Ahh—!” Inho titled his hips and buried himself into Gihun’s mouth until his pubic bone slammed into Gihun’s nose, Gihun choked and fought to stop himself from gagging as Inho shot straight down his throat.

Inho let out a long moan, hips spasming from after shocks as more spurts of cum dribbled out.

He looked down at Gihun- he was wrecked, desperately rubbing his pussy as he swallowed down Inho’s cum, his eyes glazed over, cheeks flushed a dark crimson.

Fuck, he’d never seen anything more beautiful.

He grabbed Gihun and sat back in his chair, manhandling him into his lap. He slapped Gihun’s hand away while the other whined in protest and quickly replaced it with his own hand. He started rubbing furious circles on Gihun’s clit with his thumb while he stuffed two fingers into Gihun’s dripping cunt. The man in his lap threw his head back with a cry of ecstasy.

“So fucking dirty- you like when I use you? Fuck— made me cum so fucking hard.” Inho snarled into Gihun’s ear. The other hardly comprehended Inho’s words- too busy blindly riding the fingers inside of him, bucking against the thumb on his clit.

“Ah-fuck! Yes! Harder please—!” He yelled out, Inho wrapped his other hand over Gihun’s mouth.

“Shut up- fucked you so stupid you forgot where we are.” Inho hissed out as he thrust his fingers harder into Gihun- he felt around until the pads of his fingers brushed against a certain spot in Gihun that had the other doubling over and howling against Inho’s mouth.

“Ohh- there it is- feel good? I can tell- pussy drooling on my fingers…” Gihun could only nod along as he felt the knot in his core coiling tighter and tighter. His mewls got higher pitched and louder as he reached his peak.

Inho leaned over and whispered into Gihun’s ear with heated breath “cum for me.”

It was all it took- Gihun screamed- barely able to be muffled by Inho’s hand, as he clamped down around Inho’s fingers, his walls seized up and tried to pull Inho in deeper as waves of euphoria crashed over him. His legs shook while sticky and hot fluid burst out of his pussy and onto Inho’s hand.

Inho groaned appreciatively at the sight and couldn’t help himself as he brought his fingers to his mouth to suck on them.

Gihun watched him while breathing heavily, “y-you’re fucking disgusting…”

Inho hummed and raised an eyebrow at Gihun, “You just swallowed my cum…”

Gihun squirmed and looked away- face and neck bright red.

Inho smiled darkly, “Guess you’re just as disgusting too.”

Gihun rolled his eyes and slumped in Inho’s lap, head resting on the man’s shoulder as he panted. Inho leaned back in his seat and melted under Gihun’s weight, closing his eyes as his chest rose and fell rapidly from how winded he was as well.

The office was filled only by their breaths and heart beats as they both calmed down.

Eventually Inho opened his eyes and glanced at his watch before he spluttered and rubbed at his face.

“Damnit— I was supposed to leave and have my reports done 30 minutes ago- the chief is gonna fucking kill me…” he jostled Gihun off his lap.

“Get up you absolute fucking menace- if I lose my job because of you I’m gonna be pissed.” Inho grumbled as he stood up to fix his clothes and zip up his pants.

Gihun scoffed and did the same with his clothes, “As if- sounds like they just adore you here…” he recalled the conversation Inho and the chief had earlier.

He shuffled a little where he stood, “Why uhm…why didn’t you tell me about the promotion?” Gihun swallowed thickly as he looked at Inho.

Inho shrugged, “Didn’t get the chance to- every night we had off together you were with Sangwoo. Then we broke up, so it didn’t really matter…”

Gihun bristled, “So you kept something that big to yourself- for what? To prove a point? Because of Sangwoo?” Gihun frowned, he moved closer to Inho and stared him down.

“You did this shit all the time when we were dating- never told me a damn thing and then got mad at me when I didn’t know how to help, Inho!” Gihun snapped at him.

Inho rolled his eyes and started gathering up his things, “Again- we aren’t together- so it really shouldn’t fucking matter- right?”

Inho felt bitter anger rising in his throat, even now, Gihun still couldn’t just admit Sangwoo got between them. Nothing had changed.

Gihun threw his hands up in frustration, “I would’ve moved, you know me-”

“No! I don’t know you, Gihun. To be honest, I figured you’d chose Sangwoo over me. During the date I planned for us- before all the bullshit happened, I was going to tell you about the job offer then, but you let Sangwoo get in the middle of that too.” Inho spat as he stalked to the office door, he opened it and motioned for Gihun to leave as he stomped out.

Gihun growled under his breath and went after Inho, both missing the face of confusion Junho made at them as they walked out together.

Inho headed to his police cruiser parked in the back lot, refusing to look at Gihun.

The other chased after him, “Inho! Stop being so fucking childish and walking away! You can’t just say that shit and leave!”

Inho turned to face Gihun with a viscous face. Eyes that had been staring at Gihun with adoration and lust mere minutes ago we’re now hardened.

“You don’t make any fucking sense! You come to my office to throw a tantrum because I just happened to pull your coworker over- but when you and Sangwoo were practically spending every fucking day together I’m in the wrong for getting upset?” Inho scoffs and opens the door to the cruiser, throwing his gym bag in it, he glares over his shoulder at Gihun.

“You’re unbelievable- I’m not doing this bullshit with you, not today. Just fuck off and go back to Sangwoo- sure he’ll have so much fun hearing about you throwing yourself at me.” He climbed in his car and sped out of the parking lot, leaving a shocked and deeply hurt Gihun behind.

The brief happiness he had felt was dashed away, replaced by a familiar frustration blooming in its wake.

“Fucking idiot…” Gihun spoke under his breath as he checked the time on his phone. Not only had he gone an hour over his lunch, but he also had multiple texts and missed calls from Sangwoo.

He didn’t want to deal with that or any of this shit. He pocketed his phone and decided he’d call in for the rest of the day, consequences be damned, he needed a drink.

And for Inho to pull his head out of his ass.

A drink was much easier to get right now than that.

He started walking towards his apartment, bitterly thinking about what could’ve been if he had just told Sangwoo no, or if Inho had been honest with him months ago- if Inho had just talked to him for once.

Inho on the other hand was furiously jogging on a treadmill at the gym, hoping if he ran long enough and hard enough, he could forget the entire fucking day.

He was so lost in his anguished thoughts he didn’t notice when someone got on the treadmill next to him.

“So- why was Gihun at the station?” Junho asked, startling Inho and making him almost stumble mid jog.

“Fucking hell Junho- thought you got off earlier and already were home…” when the two of them ended their shifts at the same time they’d go to the gym together, so that they had time to see and visit with one another. They started the routine when Inho first moved in with Gihun years ago…

Inho shook his head, “What? Oh- he was asking me if I grabbed some of his stuff accidentally when I moved out… guess he lost something. I don’t know.” It was a really shitty lie, but Inho was mentally and emotionally checked out.

Junho didn’t look convinced, “It took him almost an hour to ask you that?”

Inho grimaced as his lie unraveled before his eyes, “No, the chief came in at some point to talk to me and we finished the conversation afterwards.”

Junho raised his eyebrows in surprise, “What did the chief want?”

Inho went quiet for a moment, “He asked about me taking the detective position again…”

Junho paused his treadmill to fully turn to Inho. “And?”

Inho looked down at his feet swiping forward and backward on the ever-moving treadmill. “And I said no…”

Junho spluttered out “Are you serious?! Why?” He had an incredulous look as he gaped at his older brother.

Inho sighed, “I didn’t want to leave you or Mal-soon-”

Junho scoffed, “Oh no- don’t try to use us as an excuse- now it’s making more sense…did you tell him?”

Inho swallowed heavily, “Well, he overheard the conversation and asked about it, he was pretty pissed off that I never told him when we were dating.”

Junho rolled his eyes and started back up the treadmill. “Shocking, truly, that your long-term boyfriend of four years was upset you shut down and didn’t tell him life changing news- shit Inho it’s a miracle you got that man in the first place.”

Inho sighed heavily as he stopped his treadmill to get off and head over to the weights. “Doesn’t matter now, we’re not together, I told the chief no, life goes on…” he mumbled blankly.

Junho gave a “tsk” and kept jogging, “Keep telling yourself that- you two are both idiots, how long you going to keep this up, Inho?”

But his older brother didn’t answer and merely walked away to the other side of the gym. Head and heart heavy with so much turmoil it made his stomach hurt.

To be continued…