#64: The Stranger On My Couch

[lordchen]

Prompt: #64
Title: The Stranger On My Couch
Pairing: ChenHun
Rating: NC17
Word count: 13.6k
Summary: It was around five in the morning when Sehun stumbled down the familiar road leading to his friend’s apartment.

There is no such thing as coincidence in life.
Everything happens for a reason - may it be a failed exam or two
complete strangers clashing into each other like fire and water.


It was around five in the morning when Sehun stumbled down the familiar road leading to his friend’s apartment. The concrete felt bitterly cold under his bare feet as he dragged them along.


His mind felt clouded, and he swayed from side to side as he walked, cursing under his breath for the world to stop spinning already. Maybe he shouldn’t have dared that one blond kid to down shot after shot until one of them passed out - he obviously had won that contest but his head had been giving him hell since. He could thank the higher gods if he managed to arrive at Jongin’s place in one piece.


Why were the birds already up at this ungodly hour. Those stupid animals couldn’t sing if they tried, anyway. Why wouldn’t they just stop trying and just leave Sehun’s drunken ass to suffer in silence?


“F--fuck, s-stupid shit!” he slurred irritably when his shoulder collided with the iron pole of a stop sign which had totally popped up out of nowhere - just for him to run into it!


Sehun had just turned twenty-four the other week and entered his last year of college - which meant he studied by day and partied hard by night.


Yesterday, one of his friends had thrown a big house party, and despise the fact that he had to start on his bachelor’s thesis soon Sehun had been the first to arrive.


He loved parties where he could lose himself in the heavy bass and drown his sorrows in alcohol within the equally-sloshed crowd, dancing their way to the next morning.


Luck was on his side, for his best friend’s apartment was only a few blocks away from where the party had been held, so Jongin had offered to let him crash at his place instead of moping around in front of the train station like a homeless person waiting for the first train to take him back home.


Left turn, and then right again. Sehun counted the steps in his head, giggling here and then to himself, earning him suspicious looks from the poor souls already heading to work.


After another ten minutes of clumsy tripping and cursing, Sehun finally arrived at the apartment complex he had been heading for.


The problem about these apartments was that all of them looked the same, and Sehun was left blinking at all the different levels and entrances that were spreading before his eyes.


He groaned, barely recalling something about it being the first floor, and the first or second door to his left. Pushing the elevator button at least fifty times, he slumped against the cold wall once he had entered, and almost drifted off if not for the loud ‘ding’ sound that announced his arrival on the first floor.


Sehun just wanted to sleep and his feet were already crying out for a break. Where had his sneakers gone? Not now - not when his brain was set on sleep and pink cotton candy-like elephants that (were dancing) danced over the sky.


He stopped in front of a white door and banged his fists against it - not caring that he’d probably wake up the whole neighborhood in the process.


“H-h-h-heeeeey! Joooooooooongin lemme in m-m-man.” The words tumbled out of his mouth as he accusinglyjabbed the door with his index finger as if it was a real person that stood between him and a comfortable bed.


After another three minutes had passed - it felt like an eternity to Sehun’s spinning head - he narrowed his eyes at the open window next to the entrance door.


Well, what other option did he have besides falling asleep on Jongin’s doorstep until some old lady’s high-pitched scream would wake him up two hours later?


Trying to make his limbs act according to his will, he climbed up the shelf only to inelegantly fall in face first - kissing the hard floor. He groaned and rubbed his aching cheek.


At least he’d made it inside.


Looking around, he spotted a couch and that was all he needed, especially with his vision blurring and a pair of tired legs that wanted nothing more but to be propped up. He somehow managed to shed his shirt on the way before plopping himself down on the couch.


Was there a cat lying by his feet? His mind was probably playing tricks on him, but he could have sworn that there was a black cat lying at his feet curled up, watching him with curious eyes. There seemed to be another one staring at him cautiously from afar - a brown one with stripes.


“Jonginyougotkittycats?!” His mouth spit out the rushed syllables before his heavy eyelids decided to kick him off to dream-land.


It wasn’t for another two hours - after the sun had fully risen and students were on their way to school that the front door was unlocked and Kim Jongdae pushed it open . He was still wearing his white coat, and he hid his yawn behind his small hand as he entered. Yesterday evening, a mother had rushed inside his praxis, carrying her injured daughter in her arms, and begged him in tears to save her.


Jongdae lived to save other people’s lives - he was a doctor by heart and so he didn’t care about the fact that the woman didn’t have any health insurance as he worked through the night with his team to save the little girl. To his luck, Baekhyun had been there with him to assist him so the operation went well, and the girl had been brought to another hospital where Jongdae’s friend Yixing was working at. She’d be fine.


He crouched down to scratch behind Missy’s ear; Missy was his beloved Bengal cat who’d trail behind him wherever he went.. The cat mewled and ran around in circles as if she was trying to tell him something. Jongdae’s brow furrowed as he followed her into the living room, expecting Mister Clover to have left another smelly present on top of his carpet - he couldn’t blame the kitten though, since he was still a baby. Clover was a black, long-haired ragamuffin breed - with good looks and the sweetest personality a cat owner could wish for.


What he did not expect was a half-naked man sprawled all over his couch - fast asleep. He had a broad, toned chest, milky skin, and from the way his bare feet were dangling over the edge of the couch, he must be far taller than Jongdae was himself.


Who was he? He was obviously younger than him. Had he tried to rob his place but passed out due to - Jongdae sniffed the air - heavy intake of alcoholic liquids? The boy reeked like a whole liquid store!


Besides his dirty, blistered feet, the guy didn’t look like your typical mugger - which he sometimes saw on the eight o'clock news with Missy lying on his lap while Clover was nibbling on his toes.


Maybe he should call the cops just to be sure. He pushed his hair back off his forehead and released a troubled groan, wondering why he had to run into trouble after working through the night.


After he had graduated from college and worked at a hospital for a year, he had finally saved up enough money to open up his own praxis and moved into this lovely apartment with his two cats. Even with his 29 years of age he was still considered a young doctor and he had to prove himself a lot back in his residence days.


But even with all these ups and downs in his life, never had he thought that one day he would come home to a stranger, a handsome one at that, asleep on his very own couch.


Maybe his mother was behind this situation. She kept telling him to settle down and not turn into one of these lonely doctors with a house full of kittens. He had to give his mother props though, for accepting his sexual orientation.


As Jongdae paced up and down his living room, distractedly running a hand through his hair and trying to figure out what would be the right thing to do now - either call his mother or the cops - he didn’t notice that the man was slowly stirring awake.


“Fuck my head. Joooooongin painkillersIthinkI’mgonnadie - oh.”


Sehun’s eyes widened in confusion before he blinked once - then twice at the handsome man in a white coat that was eying him like a potential threat.


“You are not Jongin,” he deadpanned, and Jongdae felt the inner urge to hit the kid over the head with a frying pan.


“I was already wondering since when my best friend got two cats, he is more of a dog person, y’know.”


“All I know is that you broke into my house - half-naked on top of that.” Jongdae crossed his arms over his chest and clucked his tongue in annoyance. Now that the stranger had woken up, he looked more like a kicked puppy than a thug.


“Um,” Sehun began, his voice hoarse and raw from the load of alcohol he had consumed the night before and the lack of sleep, “... must have taken the wrong turn?” he tried, pulling the most innocent facial expression he could manage.


Jongdae released the breath he had been holding through his nose, and tossed a white shirt that was lying over the armrest at him.


“Put that on and leave before I call the cops on your ass.”


Sehun grabbed the shirt and clumsily pulled it over his throbbing head - he should seriously consider cutting down on his alcohol intake. He slowly shifted into a sitting position before straightening up.


Jongdae gaped at him in surprise, obviously not expecting him to be this tall. Sehun scratched his head and tilted it to get a better look at the person whose apartment he had accidentally invaded.


He had sharp facial features, high cheekbones and a very feline-looking mouth. Brown, ruffled hair and hazel eyes. Sehun found himself staring a little too long as the stranger cleared his throat.


“If by Jongin you mean Kim Jongin, then he lives right next door.”


Jongdae stepped aside and picked up Clover to cuddle him close to his chest - eyes never leaving those of the stranger.


Sehun got the message and moved one foot after another to where he assumed the exit would be. Well, this was awkward. He turned the doorknob and paused, throwing a curious gaze over his shoulder(,).


“I’m Oh Sehun - sorry for the trouble mister... ?” His voice rose hopefully at the end of the sentence, but the other just glared at him.


“Apology accepted - now, goodbye.”


Sehun was about to throw a witty remark at that when the shorter man pushed him outside and shut the door in his face. He eyed the door in disbelief before shoving his hands into his back pockets and shuffling next door.


He kept ringing the doorbell until a pale-looking Jongin almost tumbled into his arms.


“Dude - the fuck were you last night - I thought you got run over and died a pitiful death like some street rat - “


Sehun just groaned as he pushed past his friend and walked straight into his kitchen where he assumed the painkillers to be. He easily reached the top drawer and fetched himself a glass to fill it up to the brim with water.


Jongin trailed after him, brow furrowed as he playfully slapped his best friend’s butt, “Lost your voice, bubbles?”


Sehun almost choked on his water. Jongin hadn’t used that nickname since their last year in high school. Wiping away some drops of water that were trailing down his chin, he simply shrugged.


“To cut it short - I got so piss-drunk that I broke into your neighbor's apartment and crashed on his couch.”


He leisurely searched through Jongin’s cupboards until he found what he was looking for: Advil 3000 - bingo!


“Y-you are joking right?” Jongin was nervously stammering, shifting from one foot on to the other. His friend had always been a little on the wimpish side.


“Nope,” came the short answer with another shrug and Jongin was close to kick his best friend right out again.


“Which one? The one living on the left or right to me?”


Sehun heard Jongin calling after him as he was dragging himself into his friend’s bedroom to get a few more hours of sleep.


“The hot one, to your left?”


Sehun was releasing a content sigh when he pulled the soft blanket over his body and completely ignored Jongin’s horrified screech from outside the door.


“You broke into Mr. Kim's apartment?!”


“...shutupmyheadhurts,” Sehun mumbled from under the blanket, before the words finally started to sink in, and he lifted it a little to peek up at his friend with one eye.

“...wait, did you say Doctor?” Well, that would at least explain the white coat.


“Yes, you lame excuse of a best friend - he is well known for his skills and also his kindness around here. I can’t believe you caused such a disaster.”


Jongin was running his hands through his own hair pacing up in down in front of his own bed which only caused Sehun to feel even more dizzy and nauseous. The throbbing inside his head felt like a hammer continuously trying to strike a nail to make it fit.


“I never fucked a doctor,” Sehun hummed, his eyelids heavy. Meanwhile, Jongin had stopped and was eyeing the bundle under the blanket, completely outraged and scandalized.


“That guy helped me move in when you were busy seducing our professor’s daughter and bending her over some desk in the lecture hall! Keep it in your pants, man.”


Jongin snorted as he dropped down next to Sehun and rested a hand over his cheek. Oh Sehun was a handful. Yet, he couldn’t deny that the other had always been there for him when it counted, so maybe his last words had been a little bit too harsh.


“Look what I meant to say was - Sehun?” A loud snore and a leg thrown over his own announced that the other had already drifted off again.


Jongin was at loss for words - maybe he should grab a marker and draw all over his friend’s face like Jigglypuff would have done.


He decided on using his time for better purposes, and went in to his kitchen to cook himself a proper meal - that idiot would probably be whining for food in about an hour and he surely did not want to deal with that.


And exactly like Jongin had predicted, a sleepy Sehun dragged himself back into the kitchen one hour later.
Jongin snorted at his friend’s appearance - hair sticking up in all directions and eyes blood-shot.


“You look awful, man.”


Sehun just flipped him off in reply.


Jongin grabbed two bowls and two pairs of chopsticks, placing them on the table. He had managed to cook some kimchi jjigae with the hope that it would somewhat cure Sehun’s hangover.


The other’s eyes lit up at the sight of the hot, steaming pot in front of him, and at just that moment his stomach released an angry roar indicating how hungry he was.


Jongin filled their bowls with rice and their cups with freshly-made green tea.


“Thanks, darling.” Sehun winked at his friend seductively who smacked him over the head with his cooking spoon.


“Just eat, you dumbshit.”


They ate in silence; Sehun was inhaling the food as if he had been starving for weeks, while Jongin kept nagging at him to eat slowly, almost like a worried mother hen.


“So, tell me more about Mr. Kim.”


Jongin was taken aback. He found it quite surprising that Sehun hadn’t already forgotten about his neighbor. He rose to his feet and placed their used bowls and chopsticks into the sink - rinsing them out with hot water. Grabbing the blue towel next to the sink, he dried off his hands first before sitting back down across the table from his friend who was glancing at him expectantly.


“Why?”


“Just because.”


“That’s not an answer, Sehun, “ Jongin paused, but seeing how the other just simply shrugged and scratched the back of his head he decided to at least tell him some facts he knew. “ His first name is Jongdae, he is twenty-nine - pretty young for a doctor, and he owns his own praxis in the Hongik-dong area.”


Sehun looked up from his tea. “Oh, so he works close to our university?” He set his cup down and drummed his index fingers cheerfully on top of the table.


“What are you planning?”


“Nothing”


“Bullshit - if you embarrass yourself again then I’ll officially quit being your best friend!”


“Will you still wash my socks though, mum?” the playful smirk that spread over Sehun’s face was so infectious he couldn’t help but chuckle - of course, not without slapping Sehun’s shoulder hard in the progress.


They sat together for another hour just talking about university assignments, before Jongin shooed Sehun off to shower with some of his clothes in tow.


While his friend was washing off the scent of old cigarettes and alcohol - Jongin was lying on his stomach on top of the couch - arms pillowing his head.


It would be great if Sehun would find someone who’d give him security and help him find his place in this world. His friend had been stumbling through life without a plan since they had first met and Jongin couldn’t help but think that behind his tough mask hid a boy that was scared of the future.


Scared of the uncertainty, and whether he had chosen the right path. In Jongin’s opinion it didn’t matter if one had a plan or not, but he thought it was important to choose every step wisely so that one wouldn’t wake up with regrets one day.


Sehun spent the nights at parties and in bars when he wasn’t studying for exams. He had slept with both women and men but nothing ever lasted more than a month. What Sehun needed, in Jongin’s opinion, was a person who’d reach out for him, offering him a guiding hand and the support his friend was silently asking for.


“Jongin? I’ll be leaving.”


Sehun’s hair was still wet but the jeans and shirt Jongin had lent him fit him perfectly. Jongin didn’t bother getting up - he just waved at his friend.


“See you at class tomorrow, and try to not get lost on your way home, this time.”


Jongin didn’t need to look up to see that Sehun had flipped him off once again - that ungrateful bastard.


~*~


Jongdae stopped his car in front of Starbucks and quickly went inside to grab a cup of coffee - after the random incident yesterday, he really needed it. Back in the car, he placed the paper cup in the mug holder and drove the last five minutes to his private praxis while listening to random pop songs played on the radio.


He was already dressed in his white coat as he walked through the main door to greet his partner who was currently talking to their female receptionist.


“Byun Baekhyun are you wearing a wig and a - “ Jongdae paused to eye the other from head to toe, “...a nurse’s outfit – a very slutty one at that?” The scene in front of him had almost cost him his precious coffee.


The receptionist just chuckled as Baekhyun twirled his fingers into his long brown wig. He was wearing a white dress, with some lacy red pattern here and there and a pair of red heels to it. Jongdae set down his coffee and felt like questioning why his life was treating him like this.


“Change. This is a doctor’s office and not a cosplay convention,” He muttered through his teeth and even though Baekhyun tried to pull his best puppy eyes look at him he pressed on.


“If it wouldn’t be for your skills - I would have fired you the time you made out with one of my patients.”


“B-but Mr. Park was so hot and, “


“Go. Change. Now.” The low growl had Baekhyun running into one of the empty rooms nearby to change into his regular uniform.


It was still half an hour to go until the praxis would officially open but Jongdae always preferred to sit down and study the profiles of their scheduled patients for the day ahead of time.


He took the files from his receptionist and thanked her with a warm smile that had her melting in a puddle of emotions before he walked inside his personal office.


Sipping on his coffee he flipped through the first file. It was one of his newest patients - a teenage boy who liked to tell him about his crushes while Jongdae had to yet again stitch up a wound the boy earned during another baseball match.


Today’s appointment was just a yearly check-up though.


Jongdae groaned in disappointed when he nipped on the rim of his cup in the realization that he had already emptied it. Why wouldn’t the cup magically refill itself whenever he eyed it pleadingly?


He shook his head over his own childishness and pretended to be a basketball player when he threw the empty paper cup into the trash can across the room. It scored in and he waved his arms around gleefully like a little kid, abruptly ceasing the motion when Baekhyun stumbled through the door - without knocking, of course.


“Why do you never knock?!” he pointed out, quick to fix his tie - which was pointless in Baekhyun’s eyes since it stayed hidden under the white coat anyway.


“Because... friends don’t need to knock?”


“Since when are we friends?”


“Since middle school, you cold hearted dweeb.” Baekhyun’s whiny voice was so high-pitched that Jongdae had to cover his ears every time the other doctor would use it on him.


They had come a long way together, from middle school to medical school up until Jongdae decided to go into business on his own. He’d never admit just how grateful he felt towards Baekhyun for choosing his small praxis over a better paid spot at one of the local hospitals. It made the loneliness he felt deep inside more bearable.


“Hey doc, are you listening?”


Jongdae snapped out of his thoughts and offered his friend an apologetic grin which had Baekhyun huff at him in a playful scandalized manner. The clock was almost about to strike eight in the morning now - their first patients would be arriving soon. His assistant cleared his voice to gain the man's full attention this time.


“I said, there’s a handsome—and god, is he to die for, more legs than anything—man, who says he’s hit his head, and if you could just take a look at it, rule out the possibility of a concussion—”


“So he probably doesn’t have an appointment?” Jongdae put on his black-rimmed glasses and folded his arms over his chest.


Baekhyun couldn’t suppress a chuckle as he shook his head,


“I asked him the same question but he said - he didn’t need one.”


Jongdae rose an eyebrow suspiciously. Unless the person was a relative or a close friend, there was no way that someone could just walk in here and say that they didn’t need an appointment.


Sure - Jongdae would never turn a sick or injured person down that would show up at his praxis but to bluntly say it out loud was something new, he had to admit.


“... send him into Room One, I’ll be with him in a minute.” he tapped his foot under the table now curious what was waiting for him in that room.


Life seemed to have a lot in store for him lately.


Sehun was aware of the way the man who introduced himself as Doctor Byun was eyeing him up and down like he was today’s lunch special but he stayed emotionless - just slightly bowing in his direction after he was told to go inside Room One and wait for Doctor Kim to attend to him.


Since he had returned from Jongin’s apartment he somehow hadn’t managed to get the handsome doctor whose apartment he’d accidentally stumbled into - out of his head. He remembered his glistening brown eyes, his narrow shoulders and a mouth that reminded him more of the one of a stray kitten that would sometimes sneak inside Sehun’s apartment and which he would feed milk to.


There was something about the man that had drawn him in since their eyes first locked. It was a feeling he couldn’t describe, like something was possessing him - consuming him. He had laughed it off and blamed it on the rest of the alcohol in his system but when he woke up this morning he knew he had to look for the other again.


So, without any hesitation he turned on his laptop and searched the Hongik-dong neighborhood for private praxes and he was lucky that there were only three in existence, and only one owned by a certain Doctor Kim Jongdae.


Sehun wasn’t a great actor when it came to pretending to be sick - his mother had never believed him but he was aware that a real doctor could never turn him down - no matter how obvious his lie was.


Plus he was not completely lying because he apparently had smashed his head against a hard object on his way back to Jongin’s ‘place’ which had left a small cut over his eyebrow.


Absentmindedly he trailed his index finger over the cut - too immersed in his thoughts that he didn’t even notice that the door was being gently pushed open.


Jongdae was wearing his trademark hundred-watt smile as he entered, white coat billowing behind him. He was turning around to greet the patient but as he did his smile was quickly replaced by a disbelieving scowl.


“You again - are you some kind of crazy stalker, or what?!” Jongdae cursed the high-pitched sound that had just left his throat, nevertheless his grip around his black clipboard tightened.


Sehun sheepishly scratched the back of his head before biting his bottom lip - trying to fake innocence even though they probably both knew that he was anything other than innocent.


“No, Jongin told me that you were a doctor and I needed someone to check this cut,” he pointed at his face before clearing his voice, “... and I never really got the chance to apologize properly for breaking into your apartment, Doctor Kim.” he pretended to have read the name of the man's name tag.


Jongdae stood rooted to the spot, he was inwardly cursing his desperate single life hormones for liking the way “Doctor Kim” rolled off the boy’s tongue like honey.


He placed both of his hands on his hips, still eyeing the kid suspiciously, “I already accepted your apology yesterday and you could have gone to any other doctor to check on that cut.” this came out harsher than he had intended but one had to teach kids their place these days.


“Your office was the closest to my university and I’d really appreciate it if you would take a look at my injury since that’s kinda your job.”


Two could play this game and Sehun sure was enjoying it already. The glasses looked good on the older man and Sehun was already imagining how he’d carefully take them off just to toss them aside. The white coat was a little bit too big on the doctor’s tiny frame and Sehun thought it was endearing how the other was trying to act all tough when he was visibly shaken up by his mere presence.


Jongdae for the first time in his life felt the urge to use his stethoscope to not save a life but to strangle someone with it. First this cocky brat breaks into his apartment and robs him of another hour of sleep and then he waltzes into his praxis as if he owns the damn place.


Nevertheless - he was a patient and Jongdae would treat him.


“Come and sit down on the stretcher, I’ll take a look at it.”


Sehun’s mischievous grin widened as he trailed after the other to obediently sit down on the stretcher. He already knew that the doctor was too short to reach him even though he was sitting down so he parted his legs for the other to stand in between.


Jongdae wished for nothing else but to wipe that shit- eating smirk off Sehun's face. That kid was fully aware of his handsome features and impressive body and obviously enjoyed shoving it into his face.


He didn’t let it show on his face though, simply taking a few steps closer until his thighs were in contact with the edge of the stretcher in between Sehun’s legs.


To his slight contempt, Jongdae had to lean in closer to get a good look at the severity of the injury.


Sehun immediately relaxed when soft fingertips ghosted over his pale skin - holding his head in place as the doctor used his free hand to run a disinfected cotton ball over the cut - the contact burned slightly but Sehun was too distracted by Jongdae’s minty breath fanning over his cheek.


The doctor was so close to him he was mesmerized by his full lips, his long lashes and the little mole that was almost hidden by his eyebrows. He was beautiful and Sehun found it adorable how he kept biting his tongue in concentration.


Jongdae must have felt him staring because he suddenly removed his attention from the wound and met his gaze. Hazel eyes locked with dark brown ones. Their gaze was so intense that Jongdae could feel goosebumps forming all over his body - he broke away and took a step back. Creating some space between them and staying in his safety zone,


“The cut is nothing serious - it isn’t infected and I’ll put a bandage over it so that it can heal on its own.” he explained briefly before walking over to the cabinet to pick up a white bandage.


Sehun just hummed in reply - still too taken aback by the fast rhythm of his heartbeat. It felt exactly like riding a roller coaster, and those were his favorite.


Jongdae rummaged through the cabinet until he found the ones he was looking for - an evil grin spread over his face at the sight of the cute penguin named Pororo.


He turned around to face Sehun with a bright smile, strutting over to him as if he had just won the lottery.


“We ran out of bandages so it seems, I hope you don’t mind the motif.” He didn’t wait for Sehun’s reply though and plastered it over the wound.


Sehun’s mouth went dry when Jongdae was once again leaning into his personal space and skin met skin. His fingers trailed over the plaster and he simply snorted when he saw the cartoon character gracing his eyebrow.


He had a hard time believing that the other was actually already 29 years old and not some teenage boy trying to provoke him in the most childish way possible.


“Look - since you didn’t make an appointment nor are you a regular patient - I need you to fill out this form.” Jongdae adjusted his black glasses before handing Sehun the sheet of paper.


“Yes, doctor.” The later replied mockingly.


Jongdae tried to suppress the shiver that ran down his spine due to the other’s teasing tone and forced his gaze towards the window instead.


It was a clear day with no clouds in sight which had him sighing regret of being stuck inside the praxis for the whole day.


He came to realize that he had to get rid of his daydreaming habit because when he snapped out of it he found Sehun’s face only a breath away from his own,


“Here. Is. Your. Formula.” He dragged out every word as if he were talking to a child and not a doctor and this time Jongdae couldn’t help but lightly hitting the brat with his clipboard.


“... a doctor shouldn’t cause but soothe the pain!” Sehun groaned while nursing the abused spot with one hand.


“My hand slipped.”


“... sure.”


Sehun’s deep chuckle that followed somehow drew Jongdae in - it was like an invisible string pulling him closer to the stranger who had crashed down on him like a strong wave, stirring up the calm sea.


Such irrational thoughts didn’t belong inside a doctor's head though, so he opened the door, a forced smile back on his lips as he ushered Sehun outside,


“I’m glad that we could help you today Mr. Oh,” he had almost choked on his own spit when he read Sehun’s full name on the patient sheet, “... and I hope that you’ll stay healthy so that there is no need for you to stop by any time soon again.”


Sehun tilted his head aside. His blond fringe was falling slightly over his dark brown eyes as a mischievous smirk built up on his face,


“I can’t promise that doc.” he shot the dumbfounded Jongdae a wink before leisurely walking through the exit door without looking back.


As if he could smell his friend’s confusion, Baekhyun popped up right next to him - a shit-eating smile plastered all over his face,


“Teach me your ways, master.” he giggled and playfully nudged Jongdae in the side. Jongdae briefly entertained thoughts of drowning him in the pond in their frontyard before he remembered that even a three year old boy could stand up straight inside it.


“Shut up and take care of Mrs. Kwon - she’ll be here any minute now.” he instructed instead, massaging his throbbing temple.


“He did have a glorious ass though - you gotta admit that! Like a big round peach, ready to be eaten out and sav- “


“Get outta my sight or I’ll disown you.”


“You ain’t my dad!” Baekhyun screeched in a high-pitched voice and Jongdae’s gaze darkened,


“No I’m not but if you keep that behavior up - I’ll call your real dad and make sure he’ll disown you for real!”


With that said he flung his clipboard onto the counter, giving his poor receptionist the shock of her life since she had been busy talking on the phone and taking new appointments, before strutting off to his office.


Some days, it would indeed be better to just stay at home in bed.


~*~


Sehun was sitting inside one of the Caffe Bene - his favorite coffee shop that was located the closest to his university, watching small raindrops slide down the glass panes of the window.


He absentmindedly stirred his hot chocolate, completely lost in his own little world, until someone dropped into the vacant seat across him.


“Mr. Park dragged out the lecture once again - just to brag over his perfect daughter and son-in-law - how do such people become professors?” Jongin muttered as he took a spoonful of his chocolate cake, “Earth to Sehun - why did you order me to come here?” he then proceeded to say, after not receiving any reaction from Sehun sitting across of him.


“I’m gonna get my prostate checked.”


Loud coughing broke through the soothing atmosphere and soft tunes of orchestral music coming from the speakers of the shop as Jongin tried to not choke on a piece of cake that was currently stuck in his throat.


“...w-why would you do that for?!” Jongin coughed again, wiping a tear out of the corner of his eye as he slowly calmed down.


“Just a precautionary measure.”


Sehun was dreamily nibbling on his straw and Jongin raised one eyebrow in utter disbelief. There was no way that his best friend would willingly allow anything near his ass just for a precautionary measure.


“Sehun,” Jongin felt like a mother pep-talking her young teenage boy who was about to have gay sex for the first time, “... you have never bottomed before and now you are telling me that you are willing to let some old fart shove a finger up your ass?”


Next to them a young lady covered the ears of her little girl before throwing them a judgmental look that Jongin bluntly ignored.


Sehun, however, simply rolled his eyes and crossed his arms over his broad chest.


“‘Course not - I was thinking of a young doctor with a feline smile instead.” he deadpanned and Jongin was glad that he hadn’t taken another sip of his drink otherwise he might have really suffocated this time.


“You - what?! Sehun that’s not his job!”


“He is a doctor.”


“Yes, but not an urologist!”


The lady next to them rose to her feet, cursing something under her breath that sounded like, “spoiled youths,” before she took her daughter and tugged her along out of the coffee shop but not without sending Jongin and Sehun another deadly glare.


After a moment of silence which Sehun spent pushing the marshmallow floating on top of his hot chocolate from one side of the cup to the other as Jongin tried to sort out the string of thoughts inside his head, the later finally raised his voice,


“... you must really like him.” Sehun met Jongin’s eyes at that before he pierced his straw through one of these fluffy, white marshmallows just to pop it into his mouth it,


“He’s interesting - a challenge.” he answered after happily munching on the sweet treat.


Jongin bit back a laugh - for as long as Sehun had known him, he had never had to ask for anyone to sleep with him. There were boys and girls lining up to get under his best friend, so hearing Sehun talk about a “challenge” made him grin triumphantly.


“Well,” they were playing Beethoven’s Ninth Symphony in the background making the whole cafe seem more antique as it actually was, “He told me that he usually gets his morning coffee here so you might rather consider that as your next plan instead of... you know.”


“Imagine his face when I tell him to touch me there though. His cheeks will flare up in an adorable pink while the corners of his eyes crinkle in embarrassment.”


“He is my neighbor - please stop putting these disturbing images into my head.”


“... Better come up with a plan for what you’ll do when I fuck him so hard that he is screaming my name with the headboard hitting against the wall. I’ll make sure we are loud enough so that you won’t feel lonely while eating dinner next door.”


Jongin felt very tempted to take off his sneakers and throw them at Sehun’s rude face but the fact that those were new Jordans held him back. He threw an ice cube from his drink instead - luckily without getting caught by one of the waiters working at the cozy shop. It hit Sehun right in the forehead, but he didn’t even budge, already too deep in thought again.


~*~


Jongdae doesn’t know how he survived medical college and all the extra hours at the hospital when he was still a resident. He dragged his tired feet into the coffee shop, ready to feed his body some deserved caffiene.


He was wearing a pair of slim jeans and a beige sweater to keep him warm since it had gotten quite chilly in the mornings.


The lady at the counter greeted him with her usual dashing smile as if she could think of nothing better to do but work at the coffee shop at 7a.m.


However, she just gestured him over to the end of the counter where one usually picked up their finished orders which had Jongdae furrow his brow in confusion.


“The usual, right?” she asked in her sing-song voice, long black hair tied up in a ponytail and long slender fingers working on the coffee machine. Women are indeed beautiful creatures; too bad Jongdae had never felt attracted to them in a sexual kind of way.


“Yes, please.” he mumbled, already pulling out his card to pay for his order when the waitress placed his steaming black coffee and a chocolate muffin on the wooden surface in front of him.


“Someone already paid for it yesterday.” she explained as Jongdae shot her a confused-puppy look, “Looks like someone is trying to woo you, Doctor Kim.” her voice was soft and yet Jongdae could hear the slightly envious tone in it.


He quickly got out a “Thank you.” before snatching his coffee cup and the muffin - one should never waste free food, old college student rule - and stumbled back inside of his car.


Who would actually notice someone like him and even go that far to buy him coffee without leaving a single trace? It wasn’t like he was drop-dead gorgeous or anything like that - he hardly stuck out amongst the grey crowd of people who walked in and out of this coffee shop day by day.


Jongdae wasn’t sure if this was the start of a good or rather bad day - he didn’t have another option but to just find out as the hours ticked by.


When he arrived at the praxis Baekhyun was already seated on top of his desk, scattering crumbs of his (bagle) bagel all over the surface but since Jongdae received free food this morning he decided to let it go for once.


Ignoring Baekhyun’s curious glances at the chocolate muffin - since he usually hated sweet things - Jongdae takes off his coat and allows himself to fall into his armchair.


Spreading his sore limbs he yawned audibly.


“I’d ask you if you are on your period or pregnant but since I’m a doctor and that wouldn’t be biologically possible - let me ask you who bought you breakfast instead.” Baekhyun crossed his legs and looked over his shoulder, watching his boss taking a small bite of the muffin.


“I don’t know - the waitress said that someone already paid for it yesterday.”


Baekhyun’s eyes grew wider than they ever had and Jongdae was questioning if the other had been a owl in his previous life,


“Someone is hitting on you in such a romantic way,” he folded his hands like he was Virgin Mary in person, “...it’s like in one of these romance novels where he watches and yearns for you from afar - desperately waiting to be noticed.”


“This ain’t Hollywood but a praxis - get your head out of the clouds!” Jongdae savored the last bite and swallowed it - making an internal note to buy muffins more often from now on.


“I should rather be careful to not be poisoned, besides what if it was a woman and not a guy?” he pointed out while grimacing at the bitterness of his coffee.


Baekhyun huffed at that before he broke into a fit of laughter - rolling over the floor and holding his stomach.


“Kim Jongdae - by all means - there is no way that a woman could put up with all of your sass and rationality.” he panted out before throwing his bagel wrapping into the trash can.


“What about the kid from yesterday or rather the guy - ‘cause I checked his profile and he is already 24 years old.”


Jongdae bit his tongue, hissing as he also spilled some of the hot liquid over his jeans - lucky him that his white coat would hide the spot.


“Never - he is still young – even at 24. Why would someone like him - ”


“... what do you mean by someone like him? “


“Don’t cut me off - I meant to say that someone who looks like he just walked down a Giorgio Armani runway - can’t possibly be into something like me.”


“... okay, you’ve got a point there.” Baekhyun admitted while giving him a mocking once-over which earned him a well-deserved punch against the shoulder.


Their bickering stopped when the receptionist poked her head through the door, waiting for the two men to notice her presence before she gave up and knocked against the wooden frame which had both their heads snapping up immediately.


“Sorry to interrupt you,” she paused to shoot a curious gaze at the two flustered men before she continued, “....but there is a young man outside who says he isn’t feeling well so I asked him to sit in the waiting room. He is currently flipping through some kind of children comic book about fairies - maybe you should really examine his head.”


Jongdae’s eyebrows rose but he immediately reached for his black glasses and shrugged on his white coat. Baekhyun’s hand came up to help him snap in the last two buttons before playfully hitting his chest,


“Go do your job, doc.”


The receptionist chuckled but fell silent when Jongdae shot her a warning glare. He followed her outside completely ignoring the fact that Baekhyun could have taken care of that patient as well but since he was well aware that the other’s first patient of the day was Mister Park - he decided to have mercy on him for once.


Jongdae walked into the waiting room, hands hidden in the pockets of his white coat as he almost dropped his stethoscope that was dangling around his neck,


“...why are you here?”


“Stupid question. Because I’m sick.” Sehun lowered the fairy book down onto the table and shot Jongdae a wide grin.


“No, you are not.”


“... I have a fever!” the last statement sounded more like a stubborn child trying to force his will onto him but Jongdae sighed in defeat and gestured for the other to follow after him. Some elderly woman had just entered the waiting room and he didn’t want to leave a bad impression on her.


The grin on Baekhyun’s face that formed when he spotted Sehun tailing after his best friend grew even wider and he shot his best friend a little wink before disappearing into one of the treatment rooms.


“Do you believe in fate?”


Sehun paced over to the chair and sat down - gaze lingering over Jongdae expectantly, who carefully closed the door behind them,


“As a doctor I do not believe in such irrational things such as fate, so no.” he paced through the room to rest the back of his hand over Sehun’s forehead - his skin prickled under the touch but he kept a straight face.


“Fair enough, though I do think that it was meant for us to meet.”


“I was about to say you have no fever and are good to go but maybe I should keep monitoring you for what you just said.”


“Does that include you pampering me?” Sehun’s finger was playfully pulling on Jongdae’s white coat. Jongdae felt his breath hitching,


“Never mind - go to class kid.”


However, Sehun wouldn’t back off easily this time so he quickly reached out and forced the shorter to straddle his lap while one hand found Jongdae’s neck to gently pull their foreheads together.


Jongdae could hear his heartbeat loudly beating inside his chest - Sehun’s breath was ghosting over his face and his body was trembling when the ran his thumb over his high cheekbones,


“You have to run a proper check-up on me, Dr. Kim.”


Sehun enjoyed how Jongdae’s tiny hands had come to rest on his shoulders in the heat of the moment, and how his small body fit so well between his palms. Their noses were lightly brushing against each other and as Jongdae tried to pull away he felt Sehun’s grip on his neck tightening - keeping them close,


“Did you enjoy your free coffee this morning?”


“How - ?”


“It’s almost cute how slow you are - do you usually not notice when someone is hitting on you?” Sehun chuckled before his thumb outlined the plush lips - he was even more beautiful and breathtaking from up close.


In all these 29 years, Jongdae could not remember a single person who had caused his heart to beat this fast - no one else had lit his body on fire with a single smirk or just a lingering gaze that he could feel on him. It was embarrassing and thrilling at the same time, how Sehun could make his cheeks burn a faint red.


Sehun was a stranger - someone whom he had found on top of his couch a few days ago and yet it didn’t feel wrong to be so close to him.


“I’m older than you!” Jongdae tried to reason but was cut off by a pair of lips ghosting over his own.


“... so what?” Sehun closed the last bit of distance between them and pecked the full lips - once, twice before he felt how Jongdae’s arms circled around his neck, intensifying the kiss. He allowed Sehun to coax his mouth open and lick inside hungrily.


Only a breathy moan pulled Jongdae back out of his daze and he pushed Sehun away, stumbling backwards until his back hit the white wall behind him. His chest was rising quickly and his face was completely flushed.


Why did he lower his guard? What made him allow such intimate body contact?


“Get out.” his voice was shaking while his eyes met Sehun’s pitch-black ones.


Sehun sighed, but stood up and walked over to him - one hand resting over Jongdae’s head against the wall while the other was almost gently stroking over his cheek,


“You are pretty cute when you try to act all superior.”


“Leave, or I’ll use this stethoscope to strangle you.” Jongdae mumbled stubbornly - mouth pulled into an adorable pout which made Sehun laugh before placing a soft peck on the doctor’s forehead.


“Later.”


The ticking of the clock hanging on the wall grew louder as Jondae slid down the wall - head falling on top of his knees while he tried to calm down his raging heartbeat.


If he was like the calming sea then Sehun was the wind causing the storm to rise within him.


He dusted off his white coat, grabbed his black clipboard and asked his receptionist to send in the next patient for the day. All he could do now was bury himself in work and hope that his heart would eventually calm down - which it didn’t.


On top of that he could stop touching his own lips when he caught his own reflection in the mirror - he kept recalling the feeling of warmth but also a yet unknown desire that had flooded his body the moment Sehun had closed the distance between them.


The following week seemed to be taken right out of some cheesy drama where the male lead was trying his hardest to win over the heart of the female lead - in this case, Sehun kept buying Jongdae coffee in the morning and disturbing the during his office hours.


He sometimes came by because of a stomach ache but the most ridiculous excuse had been that his heart couldn’t stand the distance for any longer.


Jongdae was slowly starting to wonder if the was attending his lectures properly yet he couldn’t deny that he enjoyed the attention that was being showered upon him. However, Sehun kept his distance and only went as far as kissing the back of Jongdae’s hand as he walked him home one day after work.


It felt like a new chapter was beginning in his trifle life but Jongdae had yet to decide if he’d allow it to be written or to just keep it all in his head.


~*~




A week had passed and Jongdae couldn’t help but peer hopefully into the waiting room each time he walked through the small hallway that connects his office with the patient’s room. He was so immersed in his own thoughts that he bumped into Baekhyun who stumbled backwards with a loud groan escaping his lips. Holding onto his hurting shoulder he threw Jongdae a knowing grin,


“Looking for someone in particular?”


Jongdae snorted and crossed his arms in front of his chest,


“No, just checking if my first patient of the day has already arrived.”


Baekhyun rolled his eyes at that before snatching the clipboard out of Jongdae’s tight grip, who desperately tried to get it back, but Baekhyun already dashed behind the counter of the reception using the poor receptionist as his shield,


“Your first appointment will come in at 9 am and it’s only 7:30am - so who are you trying to fool here?”


“Byun. Baekhyun. You give that back now.”


The stern look on Jongdae’s face only threw Baekhyun into a fit of laughter - waving the board in the air like some dumb trophy as he kept chanting,


“Jongdae and Sehun sitting on a tree~” he started to chirp but didn't get very far with his little song before Jongdae tackled him onto the floor and they rolled around pulling each other’s hair like teenage girls fighting over a pair of shoes.


The receptionist just grabbed her coffee and decides on ignoring her childish boss and the other dumb fellow - it’s hard to believe that both men had an IQ above average of the normal population.


She looked up at the door and noticed a young man slowly walking up to her - he was handsome with broad shoulders, and he was and carrying two take-out coffees in his hands. Lost in his attractive eyes, she twirled her black hair around her finger,


“May I help you?” she almost purred but the man was paying no attention to her as he leaned over the counter to look at her boss instead.


“Am I interrupting something?”


If Jongdae was a cat his ears would have perked up at the familiar voice but since he wasn’t his head shot up and hit the reception desk - whining at the throbbing pain that followed. Baekhyun fixed his clothes before jumping back to his feet as if nothing had ever happened.


“No, we just had a serious conversation about...genitals and their importance in life.” Baekhyun pointed out - hitting his fist onto his palm to prove his nonexistant point.


Jongdae just walked around the table and grabs Sehun’s arm to drag him inside his office and away from Baekhyun’s mischievous gaze.


“I was quite surprised that you didn’t show up for a whole week.”


“Did you miss me?” Sehun pushed one coffee cup into Jongdae’s hands before sitting down on the mocha-colored couch.


The coffee felt nice and warm in his hands and the corner of his eyes crinkled in delight as he took his first sip. His tastebuds welcomed the bitter liquid now sliding over his tongue and down his throat - one coffee was never enough to completely shake him awake so Jongdae was glad for the second cup.


“No, but I did miss the free coffee.”


Sehun laughed at that and crossed his long legs, jeans clinging to his thighs perfectly and Jongdae felt his mouth water - okay, maybe he did miss the other’s head popping in to his praxis just a little bit.


The younger was curiously running a finger over the headrest of the couch tracing it as if looking for dust to swipe off.


“I was thinking…”


This is already a bad sign if he’s tried to use his brain - Jongdae noted, recalling the one session where Sehun had told him that he felt like a piece of wood just drifting along the stream without a certain goal in mind.


“... to get my prostate checked - by you.” Since he knew that Jongdae was rather slow - he made sure to add the by you in the end. Sehun placed his coffee cup onto the small table made of glass while Jongdae almost dropped his own onto his favorite magenta carpet.


He played it safe, crossing the room to set the plastic cup down onto his working desk - this way only a few important documents would be ruined by coffee stains which Baekhyun would be in charge of retyping on his laptop after working hours.


Jongdae leaned back against the table, fingers laced together, along with a ‘you must be kidding me,’ expression sprawled across his face.


“Sehun, “ he massaged his throbbing temple, “I will absolutely NOT shove my digitus up your rectum.” Well phrased, Jongdae - that sentence was a piece of art - He internally patted his own shoulder before he met Sehun’s head tilted aside, mouth slightly open,


“Digi... Digi- what? I don’t want that but your slender finger inside of me - just as a precautionary measure of course.”


The door suddenly burst open, which had both men flinch a little only to adjust their gaze to the floor where a certain small doctor had just kissed the floor. Baekhyun quickly scrambled to his feet - finger pointing from Sehun to Jongdae as if his whole life had been a lie,


“You do not look like a bottom AT ALL - are you this thing called ‘top but bottom’ because I read about it a-and swore myself to never judge a book by its cover again but then Jongdae is an obvious bottom so you two would be like - lesbians?!” Whatever these things meant that stumbled out of his best friend’s mouth - Jongdae decided to put an end to it.


“Baek…” his voice was low and dangerous, “....were you eavesdropping?”


Baekhyun suddenly fell silent, nervously fumbling with the hem of his scrubs while guiltily chewing on his bottom lip like a little boy who had eaten all the candy even though his mother had told him not to.


“Just a little... because I overheard the word ‘prostate’ and thought it might get interesting so - “


“Go and treat Mr. Lee - he’ll be here soon.”


It looked like Baekhyun’s eyes were almost popping out of his head at that statement - he held up his hands like he was praying and whined like a kicked puppy ready to lick his master’s toes,


“My lord - please do not make me treat that evil man - with his bad breath and greasy hair! He smells like a piglet that just went all out in the cesspit!”


“You had it coming - enjoy washing that little piglet - goodbye, Mister Byun!” he motioned over to his receptionist who simply grabbed the flailing Baekhyun by his collar and dragged him outside, ignoring his wailing noises.


“... you two have a weird relationship.”


Sehun was now standing behind him - gently massaging his shoulders, and Jongdae allowed himself to lean into the touch a little more.


“He is my bad excuse of a best friend - but back to you, why for heaven’s sake do you want me to check your ‘special bundle of nerves’?”


If it was possible for your eyes to roll out of your head - it would surely have happened by now - Jongdae was like a naive church boy who thought that the word ‘sex’ alone could even impregnate a male.


“Easy - I just want your hands inside my pants - preferably your mouth but one finger would be a good start.” Oh god, now he is gaping at me like a goldfish - Sehun would have never expected a doctor to be this innocent but the red cheeks spoke for themselves.


Did the temperature inside his office rise or did someone literally light his pants on fire and he just hadn’t noticed it yet? Jongdae swallowed before turning around to meet Sehun’s suggestive grin - he didn’t receive a warning before he was picked up and seated on his table and yes - Baekhyun would have to work overtime tonight because the documents were basically having a pool party in the puddle of coffee.


“How about this - “ Sehun’s thumbs were circling over his sharp hip-bones as he leaned in closer to speak right into Jongdae’s ear,


“...you’ll touch me and if I get hard then I’ll accept that as proper treatment.”


“An erection has nothing to do with your pros - ah” a wet tongue outlined the shell of his ear and Jongdae’s voice broke into a small mewl, hands clinging onto the sharp edge of his table.


Sehun’s hand found his and slowly guided it to his pants, making it stroke over his growing bulge inside his pants.


“Y-you are already h-hard.”


It was adorable how a 29 year old doctor could stutter like a young boy asking for his first blow job - Sehun found it so very endearing - and that honey dripping voice, he had to have him.


“Are you sure?” a growl broke through the student’s lips as he unbuckled his belt with his free hand while the other was guiding Jongdae’s trembling one inside and under his briefs - releasing a shuddering breath in the progress.


Jongdae could have screamed for help or sent a hard kick to the other’s nuts but something was holding him back - made him crave for more. Sehun’s small pants and throaty moans had him stop hesitating and wrap his delicate fingers around the other’s erection, slowly stroking it.


He was pulsing and growing in his hands - how would it feel pressed inside of him, tearing him open, Jongdae whimpered at the mere thought and his own jeans grew tighter. He knew that Sehun was smirking at him but chose to ignore it – Sehun was eagerly circling his hips, bucking up into his hands obviously looking for his release.


Jongdae’s heart was thumping against his chest, precome was smearing all over his hand and making an obscene sound every time Sehun’s length slid through the tight ring his hand was forming. The (latter) had rested his forehead on his shoulder, groans breaking through the silence of the office before his muscles contracted and he blew his load into Jongdae’s hand and own briefs.


Their lips crashed together, teeth clashing and tongues met in a heated battle for dominance.


“Tell me you’ve got spare boxers with you.” Jongdae mumbled in between kisses and he could feel Sehun’s cheeky smile as he trailed kisses over his jawline.


“Who says you can’t go home without those - my pants look presentable after all.” he pointed out before sinking down onto his knees, pulling Jongdae’s zipper down with his teeth.


“We are inside my office - someone could hear - “ Everything he had thought of saying slipped out of his mind as a warm mouth embraced him and he threw his head back in a low, needy moan.


Sehun’s mouth was wet and the tip of his tongue was so sinfully good at sucking around his crown - there was no point in attempting any rational thinking at the moment. All he could feel was that delicious heat and skilled tongue swiping around his dick.


One hand fisted into Sehun’s blond hair while the other supported his weight on the table, the other’s possessive growl sending electrifying jolts down his erection, making him buck up his hips for more. The prickling sensation that was running over his spine reduced him to nothing but a mewling mess under the other’s ministrations.


A small whine echoed from the walls when cold air hit his cock, that was colored an angry red and curved up to his stomach - Sehun was stroking him agonizingly slow.


“S-sehun... more…” he wet his lips before biting down on the bottom one - gaze avoiding Sehun’s whose free hand had found its way to his neck.


“Go out with me.”


Give their current situation, Jongdae had not seen that question coming and he just wanted to hold up a big neon sign that pointed to his neglected cock which was crying out for attention. The other seemed to read his thoughts as he quickly added,


“... or I might have to leave you like this.”


Spawn of Satan - I will ram a shot up your rectum if you - EVIL! Jongdae swallowed his thoughts and tossed all his responsible, adult-like thoughts out of the window along with his pride as he shyly nodded his head,


“F-fine, but please, don’t stop.” he hated how weak and desperate he must have sounded but there was just a certain amount of blue balls a man could handle and Baekhyun would definitely never let him live this down.


“This Sunday, Gangnam Movie Theater at 8pm.”


There was no need or rather no time for any reply because a moment later his cock slid back into the wetness and warmth it had already been missing. Jongdae fisted both hands into blond hair this time and thrusted forward - not caring about being too rough since that brat had been having his way with him since the very beginning.


Sehun controlled his gag reflex and swallowed around Jongdae’s cock when the tip hit the back of his throat - he loved the sounds he drew from the other and how easily he had him melt under his palms.


He bobbed his head a few more times and allowed Jongdae to use his mouth as he pleases to reach his high - spurting his come down his throat which Sehun greedily swallowed. The grip in his hair loosened and he licked the corner of his lips - tasting him on his tongue before leaning in for another lazy kiss.


“I’ll see you on Sunday.”


It was a mere whisper against his lips but despite feeling boneless and completely exhausted, Jongdae reached out to apply a small slap to Sehun’s ass who winked at him over his retreating shoulder.


Jongdae wasn’t quite sure how this happened but whatever made Sehun chose him - he was damn lucky and like a giddy teenager he couldn’t wait for Sunday to come faster.


~*~


Fancy foreign cars passed him by as Jongdae locked his own silver Mercedes and left it in the parking lot that was located close to the movie theater where he was supposed to meet Sehun in about thirty minutes. He was early but he always was when he was looking forward to something.


Baekhyun had invaded his apartment this morning like a plague and dragged him out for some proper shopping because, “What hot-ass model guy would date a country bumpkin,” as his wise friend had spoken. So despite not being a morning person - Jongdae had been shoved into one expensive designer boutique after another until Baekhyun had finally picked out an outfit he was content with. Black tight jeans, a white tank top and a black leather jacket to escape his usual ‘stuck up’ self - Jongdae is still questioning why Baekhyun had become his best friend in the first place.


Especially since after their lunch break the other had insisted on checking out this new pet shop and almost talked Jongdae into buying him a white cockatoo so he could name her ‘Carissa’ since he would be awfully lonely now that his one and only best friend was flying high on cloud nine.


To Jongdae’s question why he would pick a Western name for the cockatoo, Baekhyun had simply shrugged and pointed out that he could teach her English - which had Jongdae hide his laughter behind one hand - because one reason why Byun Baekhyun had become a doctor was the fact that he had failed his English Literature class two years in a row.


The streets in Gangnam weren’t too busy and he enjoyed the different colors the district was illuminated with, a mix of blue, white and gold. He sat down on the stairs that led up to one of the most expensive yet famous dating spots for couples within Seoul. Jongdae was wondering how a mere college student could actually afford taking him to a place like this but then again he didn’t know all too much about the other yet - besides the fact that his every cell was craving for him.


It almost felt like he represented Alice in a way, lured through a rabbit hole into a whole new world that pulled him out of his safety zone step by step, and Sehun was the one leading him on to fly even higher.


He checked his silver watch - only ten more minutes to go and the inside of his tummy was doing little flips at every minute that ticked by. More couples passed him by and Jongdae couldn’t help but let his gaze flicker over every person that was getting off a taxi or exiting the bus stop across the street.


After the clock announced that Sehun was already ten minutes late - he started playing with his phone, trying to calm the insecure feeling that was nibbling on his heart. Maybe the other had simply missed the bus or was stuck in traffic - wouldn’t be that surprising on a Sunday night when every working soul was trying to get the most out of the last day of their weekend.


The night air was chilly and he pulled the leather jacket tighter to his shivering body - bypassers were eyeing him curiously but Jongdae simply ignored them.


One full hour had passed without a message from Sehun and a bitter smile had replaced his cheerful one from earlier. Maybe the other had just played with him after all - looking for a kick during his boring university life.


It had started to rain, small raindrops were hitting his nose and sliding down his cheek - he should head home, heat up some leftovers and study the cases that he would have to deal with tomorrow. Missy and Clover would probably be delighted if he’d spend a few more hours cuddling with them anyways - since he had been working a lot of overtime lately.


His heart felt like it was cramping and he felt like laughing over his own naivety especially since he would turn thirty next year.


Fairytales, fate - as expected, these things seemed to belong into cheesy novels or movies only - not a person’s head.


Jongdae opened the door of his Mercedes, throwing his bag onto the passenger’s seat as he combed through his slightly wet hair. Sliding into the driver’s seat and starting the engine he almost didn’t notice his phone that was buzzing inside his bag.


He hesitated, but then curiosity won over as he fished it out of his bag - eyebrow rising at the name that popped up on the screen,


“Jongin?” he and his neighbor were on good terms and despite having each other’s number for the younger boy coming over to cat-sit sometimes - they didn’t exchange more than formal greetings in the morning so there was only one reason why the other could be calling: Sehun.


“Doctor Kim - I-I don’t know what to do…” the other sounded frustrated, almost close to a panic attack and Jongdae used his calming voice as he asked him to tell him the reason why he was calling.


“S-sehun, he was beaten up badly and I just found him in the rain behind our university - I don’t know what to do please - “


“I’m on my way - for now just get both of you out of the rain!”


Jongdae’s head was spinning, he could almost feel the adrenaline pumping through his veins as he sped over the highway - engine roaring angrily at the aggressive way he was pressing down on the gas pedal but he couldn’t care less.


The police could have tried to pull him over and he’d have kept going - to the hell with a ticket or a trashed motor - all that he could think of was Sehun and that kept his foot glued down on the gas.


He reached Hongik University faster than he had ever reached work from where he lived and didn’t bother locking the door as he rushed straight into the direction of the place Jongin had texted him over the phone.


Jongdae immediately spotted the two boys sitting under the canopy on the stairs that led up to the main entrance. Sehun was more or less leaning on Jongin who had thrown something that looked like an old blanket around his friend.


When he came into sight - Jongin immediately helped Sehun stand and Jongdae slipped his head under Sehun’s arm to help Jongin carry him over to his car.


The bruises on the Sehun's face were already colored a deep purple and Jongdae felt his inside twisting - hopefully they were just bruises and nothing serious.


No words were exchanged during the car drive - Jongdae had decided to treat Sehun over at his place since Baekhyun usually took the key for the praxis over the weekend. He was glad that his apartment was a little praxis in itself and he had all the necessary utensils to treat the other properly.


Jongin was a nervous mess, tapping his shoes on the floor and biting his nails - Jongdae would send the boy to his own apartment or he would be in his way.


By the time they arrived at the apartment complex Sehun had regained consciousness and was groaning at the pain that was welling through all of his body. He blinked at two pairs of eyes that were scanning over him full of concern.


“How are you feeling - what happened?” Jongin immediately threw at him but Sehun just motioned him to be quiet - his friend could be super loud in the most unfitting situations.


“Jongin,” Jongdae’s voice was calm and reserved as he gently patted the other’s shoulder, “His injuries don’t appear to be that severe so you can go rest in your apartment while I’ll take care of disinfecting his wounds and checking for further damage.”


“But - “


“Rest - I will come and see you in the morning. Don’t worry.”


That statement was enough to make Jongin’s shoulders slump down in submission and he nodded his head. Sehun was supported by the other two and lowered on top of Jongdae’s couch in the living room before Jongin hesitantly left his best friend’s side to get himself dried up in his own apartment.


A heavy silence filled the room at first - Jongdae soaked a cloth into hot water and carefully wiped the blood stains off Sehun’s emotionless face. Clover was sitting right next to him - the small cat was watching his every move intensely as if he was making sure that he wasn’t doing anything wrong to the other human.


Jongdae felt guilty for his thoughts earlier while waiting for the other - he shouldn’t have lost faith this quickly.


“I’m sorry.” Jongdae looked up and met Sehun’s brown eyes resting on him. What was the other even apologizing for?


“Why are you apologizing? You were obviously held off.”


He gently trailed one finger over Sehun’s handsome face and said person caught it to lace their fingers together,


“... some people from my university have apparently been following me lately,” Sehun’s expression was shadowed, “So they found out about you and my interest in you which ended up in them calling us trash and a shame for the human race.” his other hand formed a fist and Jongdae could almost feel the anger that these words had freed inside of him.


“I wanted to ignore it because I was already running late but they kept on calling you names and I just snapped.” he sighed and rested his arm over his eyes. Jongdae sat next to him on the floor quietly, the cloth slowly slipping out of his hand as he sat up to press a chaste kiss onto Sehun’s lips gaining the other’s full attention,


“It’s sad how society hasn’t fully accepted to what seems different to their eyes - it wasn’t worth getting beaten up over but I do have admit that your bravery makes you even more attractive.”


He didn’t knew where these words had come from and the next moment he clamped a hand over his mouth while Sehun had sat up an amused grin playing over his lips.


“Now, I think it was totally worth to get these bruises if it coaxes such things out of you, Doctor Kim “


The desire to punch Sehun was strong but Jongdae settled for a fake glare since the other was indeed injured this time. He grabbed the balm and the bandaids and carefully applied them to the open cuts.


“No Pororo motifs this time - I’m disappointed, doc.”


If Sehun was already able to crack jokes again then Jongdae didn’t have much to worry about and his chest felt lighter again. A small chuckle escaped him and Sehun used this moment to pull him on top of him which had him release a very unmanly, high-pitched squeak,


“You are injured!”


Jongdae’s arms flailed as he was pulled closer against Sehun’s broad chest by two strong arms but he just hushed him by bringing their mouths together in a slow kiss.


“Never too injured for this.” he hummed cheekily as one hand snuck underneath the other’s shirt - finally feeling the warm skin he had been craving for since the first time he had woken up on this couch and caught sight of him.


“M-my cats are watching - Clover is still a kitten - he’ll be traumatized.” Well done, Jongdae. He’ll surely leave now, taking you for some crazy cat person.


However, Sehun simply rolled them around and pressed Jongdae further into the couch, lips out mapping every fiber he could reach, sucking on the milky skin to mark what from now on would belong to him - only at a quizzical mewl did he look at two cats staring up at him.


“Alright Clover, how about you and your buddy grab a cup of milk in the kitchen while I’ll take good care of your owner?”


Jongdae was at loss for words - if Oh Sehun had not already opened the door to his heart he now would have torn it down in one blow.


To his surprise Missy was wrapping her tail around Clover’s knowingly and with her sassy nose held up high strutted into the direction of the kitchen with a struggling Clover being dragged behind her.


“At least your cats listen well,” Sehun pointed out before gently nibbling on Jongdae’s earlobe, enjoying the small gasps he received in return.


They could both feel their sizzling chemistry in the atmosphere - like two missing puzzle pieces that had finally found each other to complete the full picture.


And maybe - only maybe, did Jongdae believe, for the first time in his life that something silly as fate could actually exist.


He pulled Sehun down for another kiss, mouths melding together and bodies burning up in something that would fully consume them over time - but that was alright.


“I think,” Jongdae paused to meet Sehun’s intense gaze on him, “I might keep you.”


Sehun’s answer came in the form of more kisses pressed down along his neck, chest, collarbones and wherever the could reach. There was still a long way for them to go but Sehun thought that maybe, for the first time in his life had found a harbor - one he would always return to no matter where his path would lead him in the near future.


Next door, Jongin had just heated up some meat stew when he heard the headboard crashing against the wall followed by a deep growl and drawn-out moan - he grabbed his jacket and texted his friend Kyungsoo that he was spending the night at his house.


Oh Sehun was indeed a handful.


The End

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Author's note: I LOVED YOUR PROMPT and I would have fought anyone to write it. To be honest I got a little bit too excited and carried away but I still hope that you'll enjoy reading it. Shout out to T. who beta-ed this story and to all my friend's on twitter who held my hand.

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