Ship/Member: Jeonghan/Chan Major Tags: N/A Additional Tags: AU, implied (?) infidelity, brief sexual content Permission to remix: Please ask
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Jeonghan finds Chan in the usual place. The bass is loud, the lights are neon green, and Chan is dancing like he’s putting on a show. It’s clear he’s made his rounds. Men and women hover around him like they’re waiting for him to notice them again. It’s a look Jeonghan knows well.
It’s one he’s caught on his own face in the mirrors that line the dance floor.
Chan locks eyes with him as the song fades out, something darker, heavier taking its place. He makes his way to a secluded corner. Jeonghan follows him.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Jeonghan says.
He has to lean into Chan to say it. His cologne is warm on his skin, wood and spice. Jeonghan can’t avoid breathing him in.
The light shining on Chan’s face should make him look sick. Instead, he looks ethereal.
“Neither are you,” he answers. “But we’re both here anyway.”
Chan’s hands find their way to Jeonghan’s hips. Their bodies come together naturally. It’s hard to tell who is leading and who is following.
It hardly matters. It ends the same way every time.
“What happens now that you’ve found me?” Chan asks him. In his boots, they’re nearly the same height. It makes Jeonghan’s face burn, thinking about Chan looking up at him, those few precious centimeters.
“You should leave. Pretend this didn’t happen.”
“Fine.” Chan’s hands tighten against his hips. “If that’s really what you want.”
The bass pounds against Jeonghan’s temples when Chan kisses him. It’s not the first time they’ve done this. No, the first time it was Jeonghan eyeing Chan on the dance floor, catching his eye and leading him to a dark spot just like this. Whispering sweetly against Chan’s mouth, baby if it feels good, then it can’t be bad. The nearly imperceptible tremble in Chan’s shoulders when he breathed out in the space between them.
Jeonghan knew from the first time that he was already in too deep. The night club on the edge of the city is a place outside of time, their own private world. Whatever they are, it only exists here, in the dark.
Jeonghan winds his hands around Chan’s shoulders, slides his tongue into Chan’s mouth. They’re still moving to the music, or maybe creating a beat of their own. Chan’s hands move to his ass and Jeongha thinks of Chan on his knees, Chan’s lips stretched around his cock, the way his eyes shine when he’s dancing in front of strangers. He wants him in a way that always thrills down his spine. Hot and nauseating.
They should not be doing this. They cannot seem to stop doing this. Weeks into months of coming to the same club to kiss the same stranger. He wonders again if Chan is really supposed to be here. If he’s the only one craving something he’s not supposed to have.
Chan is the one to break the kiss, stepping back from Jeonghan while his fingers trail across his skin.
“You wanna fuck me right now.” Jeonghan fights back a shiver. Chan’s mouth grazes the side of his neck. “You want me.”
“I always want you,” is the truth that slips from Jeonghan unbidden. “Even though I shouldn’t.”
He can feel Chan’s smile against his neck, the thudding of his heart where they touch. This is the most honest he’s been with himself in a long time. They’re going to do this until they get caught, until they finally have to lie down in the bed they’ve made in the dark.
“Don’t tell me,” he says, voice so low Jeonghan almost misses it. “If you hate me.”
Chan walks back to the center of the dance floor. Jeonghan catches his wrist.
“I changed my mind. Let’s get a drink. See where the night takes us.”
Chan gives him a warm, dangerous look. The neon lights bleed across his face. Jeonghan wants him so much he can’t breathe. He fits their hands together and leads them toward the bar.
[Fill] you wanna ____ me right now
Major Tags: N/A
Additional Tags: AU, implied (?) infidelity, brief sexual content
Permission to remix: Please ask
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Jeonghan finds Chan in the usual place. The bass is loud, the lights are neon green, and Chan is dancing like he’s putting on a show. It’s clear he’s made his rounds. Men and women hover around him like they’re waiting for him to notice them again. It’s a look Jeonghan knows well.
It’s one he’s caught on his own face in the mirrors that line the dance floor.
Chan locks eyes with him as the song fades out, something darker, heavier taking its place. He makes his way to a secluded corner. Jeonghan follows him.
“You aren’t supposed to be here,” Jeonghan says.
He has to lean into Chan to say it. His cologne is warm on his skin, wood and spice. Jeonghan can’t avoid breathing him in.
The light shining on Chan’s face should make him look sick. Instead, he looks ethereal.
“Neither are you,” he answers. “But we’re both here anyway.”
Chan’s hands find their way to Jeonghan’s hips. Their bodies come together naturally. It’s hard to tell who is leading and who is following.
It hardly matters. It ends the same way every time.
“What happens now that you’ve found me?” Chan asks him. In his boots, they’re nearly the same height. It makes Jeonghan’s face burn, thinking about Chan looking up at him, those few precious centimeters.
“You should leave. Pretend this didn’t happen.”
“Fine.” Chan’s hands tighten against his hips. “If that’s really what you want.”
The bass pounds against Jeonghan’s temples when Chan kisses him. It’s not the first time they’ve done this. No, the first time it was Jeonghan eyeing Chan on the dance floor, catching his eye and leading him to a dark spot just like this. Whispering sweetly against Chan’s mouth, baby if it feels good, then it can’t be bad. The nearly imperceptible tremble in Chan’s shoulders when he breathed out in the space between them.
Jeonghan knew from the first time that he was already in too deep. The night club on the edge of the city is a place outside of time, their own private world. Whatever they are, it only exists here, in the dark.
Jeonghan winds his hands around Chan’s shoulders, slides his tongue into Chan’s mouth. They’re still moving to the music, or maybe creating a beat of their own. Chan’s hands move to his ass and Jeongha thinks of Chan on his knees, Chan’s lips stretched around his cock, the way his eyes shine when he’s dancing in front of strangers. He wants him in a way that always thrills down his spine. Hot and nauseating.
They should not be doing this. They cannot seem to stop doing this. Weeks into months of coming to the same club to kiss the same stranger. He wonders again if Chan is really supposed to be here. If he’s the only one craving something he’s not supposed to have.
Chan is the one to break the kiss, stepping back from Jeonghan while his fingers trail across his skin.
“You wanna fuck me right now.” Jeonghan fights back a shiver. Chan’s mouth grazes the side of his neck. “You want me.”
“I always want you,” is the truth that slips from Jeonghan unbidden. “Even though I shouldn’t.”
He can feel Chan’s smile against his neck, the thudding of his heart where they touch. This is the most honest he’s been with himself in a long time. They’re going to do this until they get caught, until they finally have to lie down in the bed they’ve made in the dark.
“Don’t tell me,” he says, voice so low Jeonghan almost misses it. “If you hate me.”
Chan walks back to the center of the dance floor. Jeonghan catches his wrist.
“I changed my mind. Let’s get a drink. See where the night takes us.”
Chan gives him a warm, dangerous look. The neon lights bleed across his face. Jeonghan wants him so much he can’t breathe. He fits their hands together and leads them toward the bar.
If it feels good, then it can’t be bad. Right?