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Soobin fixed the coat that was draped over his shoulders and he prayed the clothes would stay intact throughout the night. His best friend, Beomgyu, had been kind enough to lend him an outfit for this gala, considering Soobin had nothing remotely as fancy to attend such an event. 

He wasn’t even sure how he was even allowed to attend this, considering he had nothing to do with it, but Beomgyu was allowed to bring people and he instantly thought of his best friend.

“So, you’re telling me you can bring anyone you want to this thing?” Soobin had asked skeptically. 

“Yeah, remember when I asked you if you wanted to come to New York but you refused?” Beomgyu said on the other line. 

“Uh,” Soobin tried to think and at the same time focus on not burning his dinner, “I think so? That was when I had no days off left.”

“Or maybe you were just too lazy to travel,” Beomgyu said and Soobin could almost imagine his condescending face staring at him. 

“Maybe,” Soobin easily agreed, making his best friend chuckle.

“Well, this is the same thing? But in a bigger scale, much fancier and in Paris,” Beomgyu summarised, “the main show is for celebrities only but the afterparty is more welcoming, everyone can bring a plus one because it’s held in this huge venue.”

“Okay, I’ll go,” Soobin agreed on a whim, so unexpected Beomgyu stayed silent for so long that Soobin had to check if the line had been cut off, “Gyu?”

“Are you serious?” His friend asked in disbelief, “are you really coming to Paris with me?”

“Yeah,” Soobin shrugged, “you know I’ve always wanted to see Europe, and this time I do have days off I can take.”

“I mean I asked you because I know you’ve wanted to come for ages, but I don’t know, this requires you to attend a social event,” Beomgyu reminded him. 

“You know what? Even if I start saying I won’t go to this party thing you have to remind me I have to get out of my comfort zone,” Soobin told his friend, “new year new me, and all that bullshit.”

“Noted,” Beomgyu laughed, “this is gonna be so much fun!”

So here he was, walking down the street from where he had been dropped off by the cab in a way too expensive outfit he had borrowed from Beomgyu to blend in seamlessly into the crowd. He trusted him with this since he was part of the staff that worked in the shadows of these shows, and he was a lot more used to seeing these pieces being put together in decent outfits, so he took the clothes and put them on. No questions asked. Also, who was he to question his stylist best friend?

Soobin felt his heartbeat picking up the closer he got to the venue, the crowd and bright lights signalling the entrance to the party, waiting for all kinds of celebrities to show up and get their picture taken. Would they let him through? Was there a risk of him getting mobbed? Was this even the event he was supposed to attend?

He balled his hands into fists and slowly approached the crowd, rounding it until he reached the glamorous carpet leading to the main door. There, one of the guards stopped him with a polite hand and asked for his identification, which Beomgyu had given him the previous day, so he showed it nervously, only for the guard to gesture him to proceed forwards with a polite head tilt. Soobin, still a bit insecure with the language, simply bowed as he usually would and walked the carpet, keeping his eyes to the ground and wishing he couldn’t hear people loudly talking. He was glad he didn’t understand any of it. 

Not really expecting it, the crowd suddenly roared excitedly as flashes went off and bodyguards surrounded the car that just parked at the front. Soobin turned and looked over his shoulder, he was curious who had just shown up, and he was almost excited to see his first celebrity of the night, even if he almost lived under a rock and didn’t know any of the people attending. 

When the newcomer started walking the carpet, Soobin gasped quietly to himself and turned his whole body to really take in the sight. Suddenly, it felt like the jet-lag was catching up to him, making him feel light-headed and almost as if he was seeing himself in the third person. Dressed in an oversized designer coat, was surely one of the most famous models, Soobin guessed, because everyone was screaming for him and at the same time he looked so gorgeous he couldn’t not be a model. Breath completely left his lungs when the celebrity’s sharp eyes locked with his for what felt too long, but had surely been just a second. A brief look the other male would surely not even acknowledge but it shifted Soobin’s life entirely.

A guard broke Soobin out of his haze and urged him to go inside and he was taken indoors where he sadly lost sight of the famous man, obviously not being able to make eye contact again. 

Walking into the event did nothing to distract him from the memory of the supposed model, not even the fancy decor and the pretty lighting could make him forget about those striking eyes. Soon enough, he had a glass in hand and his inner anxious introvert felt the need to find his best friend, but in his silent search for his friend his eyes landed on the model, gracefully greeting peers and taking pictures with others, smiling politely and his aura sucking Soobin in. He couldn’t take his eyes off of him and he was sure he wasn’t the only one. Soobin wasn’t going to check the crowd to make sure everyone else was watching him, because if he had done that the model’s eyes wouldn’t have locked with his a second time. 

This time the model didn’t look away and his lips twitched in a small smile that made Soobin want to double check if it was actually directed to him, however q pat on the shoulder and a familiar voice interrupted him and he turned to find his dear friend. 

“You made it!” Beomgyu cheered and Soobin smiled at him faintly, his brain still not catching up with what just happened, “sorry I couldn’t come with you, you know, I had to work a little bit so we could attend this thing for free.”

“Yeah, yeah, no problem,” Soobin dismissed, barely processing what Beomgyu had said and his eyes searched for the gorgeous man again, finding him at the speed of light. 

“Okay,” Beomgyu dragged out the word and rolled his eyes at his friend.

“Hey, what’s his name?” Soobin asked without looking away from the unknown man. Beomgyu looked that same direction and snorted at Soobin’s lack of knowledge.

“How do you not know who that is, hyung?” Beomgyu looked at him as if he was insane, “I swear to god, you have seen his face in a bunch of billboards for sure.”

“So that’s why he’s familiar, he is a famous model!” Soobin exclaimed. 

“Yes? He’s Choi Yeonjun, he’s the most famous model in Korea,” Beomgyu pointed out and Soobin’s eyebrows raised in surprise, “start checking Twitter or something, you need to be updated if you wanna come more to these things, you’re gonna embarrass me.”

“Whatever,” Soobin rolled his eyes, because Beomgyu was grinning at him and both of them were fully aware Beomgyu didn’t mean any of that. 

“He has been the guest of honour this year, since he’s Dior’s most important ambassador in the east, so he has been attending every event held by the brand,” Beomgyu explained, “Kim Jones is obsessed with him, but I get it.”

“Yeah, he is really eye-catching,” Soobin tried to say as casually as possible, because he was fully aware Yeonjun was more than eye-catching. 

“He’s hot, hyung,” Beomgyu spoke his mind, “he’s someone everyone wants to have or be, or both at the same time.”

Knowing this, Soobin obviously admired Choi Yeonjun from a safe distance the entire time, sometimes their paths would cross, but Yeonjun was always engrossed in some conversation or getting distracted by someone, so Soobin never managed to make eye-contact with him again, because that’s all he was aspiring to, to be honest, there was no way he was going to be able to talk to him. 

Soobin was reaching out for his second glass of champagne for the evening when someone approached him, exclaiming and resting a fond hand on his shoulder. He hoped for it to be Beomgyu being back from his bathroom break, but he had no such luck. 

“Oh my, honey,” a middle-aged woman said, she was beautifully dressed, her hair done up in an intricate hairstyle which was decorated with sparkly stones, her bold lipstick was still untouched although she seemed to have gone through a couple more glasses of champagne than Soobin, “look at you!”

“U-uh,” Soobin was so caught off guard he really had no idea what to say to the woman. Her English was a bit forced so he guessed she was also a foreigner. 

“Who dressed you up? You look gorgeous!” She asked really intrigued. 

“My friend,” Soobin replied shyly, “he helped me out with the clothes. I am not really good at doing that myself.”

“Well, that friend of yours is one lucky guy,” she wiggled her eyebrows, but Soobin’s eyes widened when he understood what she was trying to imply. 

“N-no! No, not at all, that’s not what it’s like,” Soobin reassured her, “he was kind enough to let me tag along, but I don’t really fit in these places.”

“Nonsense, honey, you look amazing,” she dismissed, “you’re so handsome as well, could even be one of the models and I would believe that!”

“Oh, thank you,” Soobin bowed lightly. 

“You’re so tall as well, and your skin is so pretty,” she went on, “I know some people around here maybe I can help you out if you want.”

“That’s not really necessary, ma’am, but thank you,” Soobin politely declined with a small smile. 

“That’s a shame,” a second voice said, and Soobin was shocked to hear that voice speak in his native language next, “I was hoping we’d end up working together.”

Soobin turned to gape at whoever guessed he was Korean, but words got stuck in his throat when he saw the one and only Choi Yeonjun smirking up at him, hiding his lips behind his glass. 

“Sorry?” Soobin managed to get out. 

“Oh, my Junnie,” the woman laughed loudly and threw her arms around Yeonjun’s middle, hugging him warmly, “how’s everything doing, darling?”

“It’s great, Mrs. Ortega,” Yeonjun replied with a smile and hugged the woman back briefly before she stepped back and kept a safe distance again, “really, this woman will help you go far if you want, she’s got a great eye for these things,” he told Soobin and even sent him what could only be described as the cutest attempt of a wink ever. 

“Our Yeonjun here wouldn’t be where he is if it wasn’t for me, dear,” Mrs. Ortega explained with a pompous tone, “I saw him and I knew he had the potential.”

“Ah, thank you,” Yeonjun chuckled. 

“No, honey, I swear, this world is tough, you always need some kind of inside help to get places, because there’re plenty of pretty people here, but none of them are half as successful as you are,” she rambled, “and it’s all thanks to me.”

“But it was all Yeonjun’s hard work that led him where he is, I think,” Soobin thought out loud, not really liking how she was taking all the credit. Yeonjun eyed him with a glint in his eyes and a small smile that was thanking him for saying that, Soobin smiled back at him and kept going without looking away from him, “doesn’t matter how much potential he has, if he doesn’t work hard things won’t work out, it’s his dedication and talent that lead him here.”

Soobin couldn’t look away from Yeonjun’s awed expression, but Mrs. Ortega made an indignant sound that made both of them break the eye contact. 

“Of course your help was very necessary,” Soobin rushed to say and she smiled, although, it didn’t reach her eyes, as if she was challenging Soobin to fix it even more, “and as I said, I know nothing about this world, I’m just here as a plus one.”

“That’s right, honey, you don’t know anything about the fashion and modelling world,” she agreed and fixed the purse on her elbow. Yeonjun threw Soobin an amused smile and wiggled his eyebrows, pulling a silent giggle out of Soobin, but he had to cover his lips with his glass of champagne to avoid being caught by Mrs. Ortega, “I’m gonna go greet some friends of mine, see you, darlings. It was nice meeting you…”

“Soobin,” he filled in for her, “Choi Soobin.”

“Soobin,” she nodded, “nice to see you, too, Yeonjun, have a great night.”

“Likewise,” Yeonjun bowed his head and lifted his glass in salute as she walked away. 

Soobin filled the silence that fell between them by taking a sip of his drink, but Yeonjun was fast to turn back to him and use a hand to lower the glass so he could see Soobin’s face. For some reason the model had stepped closer to him, and now he was slightly peering up at Soobin with an expression Soobin would like to understand. 

“So, Choi Soobin,” Yeonjun started, switching back to Korean, “what do you do for a living since you know nothing of this world and yet you’re here in a fashion event?”

“I’m the most basic office worker you will ever see,” Soobin said. 

“Hm,” Yeonjun tilted his head to the side as he pouted, “I disagree with that statement.”

“How come?” Soobin raised an eyebrow. 

“You’re not basic at all,” Yeonjun’s eyes scanned his entire face, falling on his lips for a beat longer, before checking him out fully very quickly. Soobin’s face heat up at that but he tried to pretend he hadn’t noticed. 

“I work in the Finance department in Hyundai,” Soobin said, “it sounds fancy but my position is pretty low.”

“You’re probably the most handsome Hyundai worker, though,” Yeonjun smirked. Was Choi Yeonjun flirting?

“Uh, there’s no way of knowing that,” Soobin chuckled nervously. 

“You said some really nice things about me before,” Yeonjun quietly said. 

“Y-yeah, well, that woman was talking as if you did nothing to deserve this,” Soobin scratched his neck. 

“I mean, she does know a lot about the business,” Yeonjun chuckled, “you have no idea who you just talked to, I can tell.”

“As I said, I know nothing,” Soobin looked down embarrassed. 

“She’s married to one of the richest men in the world, they own a huge amount of fast-fashion brands, but they’re highly influential in the modelling business, especially her.”

“Got it,” Soobin nodded, the puzzles pieces clicking, “did I overstep then saying it was all your hard work?”

“Not at all,” Yeonjun smiled shyly at him, “she did put out the word for me, but if I hadn’t worked my ass off I wouldn’t be here, so you’re very correct. Not a lot of people manage to see that, though, so thank you.”

“I think she hates me now, though,” Soobin chuckled and Yeonjun laughed along with him. 

“I’m not gonna lie to you, she probably does,” Yeonjun giggled and Soobin’s heat burst at the sound, “but it’s okay, she’s probably more mad at the fact that you rejected her modelling offer.”

“Really?” Soobin was shocked to hear that, when he had basically stomped on her ego, “why?”

“She knows a good model when she sees one, and she just missed the chance of probably discovering the best model of all time.”

“I thought that was you,” Soobin tried to ignore the fact that Yeonjun had given him a compliment he didn’t deserve at all. He was just a normal office worker. 

“And thank you for rejecting the offer,” Yeonjun teased, “you would’ve left me jobless, Choi Soobin.”

“You’re overreacting,” Soobin dismissed bashfully and Yeonjun shook his head as he laughed fondly. 

“You said you came as a plus one,” Yeonjun changed the topic, taking Soobin by surprise because somehow the model wanted to keep talking to him, “is it out of place if I ask who you came with?”

“My best friend works as one of the assistant stylists in this event, so he invited me to come with him,” Soobin explained, “and I just needed an excuse to book an overpriced trip across the globe, really, I’ve always wanted to visit Europe.”

“How do you like Paris so far, then?” Yeonjun asked, looking down as he played with one of the buttons on Soobin’s coat. It took Soobin a couple of seconds to reply, his eyes having dropped to the slender fingers attached to his coat. 

“It’s very picturesque,” Soobin said with a sigh, his heartbeat picking up at the body language the model was displaying, “everything looks like a set from a movie.”

“It does, yeah,” Yeonjun chuckled and looked up to lock eyes with him, “it has a very romantic feeling to it.”

“I agree,” Soobin nodded and Yeonjun’s dropped to his lips for a fleeting second, “it must be a great place to visit with someone you love, there’s plenty of romantic corners around here.”

“I know the perfect café in a quiet neighbourhood for that,” Yeonjun quietly commented, “too bad every time I come I’m busy or too single, or both.”

“Have you visited Paris a lot?” Soobin asked, wanting to know more about the model as well. He also tried to ignore the fact that Yeonjun was leaning closer by the second and on top of that he was disclosing his relationship status. 

“Not as many times as I would like,” Yeonjun said as he put his champagne glass down, “I love it here, but I’ve only visited for work purposes, so the amount of free time I have to explore is pretty limited, there’s still so many places I wanna see.”

“You’re making me want to see the entire city before I leave,” Soobin thought out loud, setting his glass down as well. The model smiled at the gesture, probably liking the fact that Soobin had freed his hands completely. 

Yeonjun’s eyes scanned Soobin’s face again, stepping even closer and Soobin he allowed himself to also take in Yeonjun’s features this up close, soaking up the fact that he was talking to one of the most important models in the room. And somehow, Yeonjun’s attention seemed to be all on him. 

“Do you have someone you wanna come here with?” Yeonjun asked after a pregnant pause. 

“Are you asking me if I’m single?” Soobin smirked triumphantly when Yeonjun blushed a deep red as he nodded, “you’re cute.”

“Just cute?” Yeonjun giggled. 

“Do I have to tell you you’re beautiful? I think your job says enough about that already,” Soobin joked around. 

“I’m a model, I need to be complimented at all times,” Yeonjun played along but his expression told Soobin he really wanted to get those praises from him. 

“You’re cute,” Soobin started and lifted his free hand to use his index finger to softly tilt Yeonjun’s head up to peer at him better. Yeonjun’s breath hitched and Soobin’s eyes dropped to his parted plump lips for a second, “and gorgeous. You have a charm that’s hard to find, because you’re fatally sexy but adorable at the same time.”

“What else?” Yeonjun whispered, “what do you like the most?”

“Your eyes,” Soobin replied without a hint of hesitation, “they’re fierce but warm, they strike you straight to the heart but when you think you’re bleeding out a warmth spreads and heals you from within.”

“Is that what you felt at the door when I saw you?”

“I didn’t think you would notice me at all,” Soobin admitted.

“I have been keeping an eye on you all night, Choi Soobin.”

“Why?” Soobin wanted to die because he was sure this was not real. 

“I feel like there’s something else you really like,” Yeonjun grinned, ignoring Soobin’s question and going back to the previous topic. Soobin, obviously, was pulled back to that conversation, following Yeonjun’s lead mindlessly and scanned his face again. With the side of his index finger still under Yeonjun’s chin, he reached up to the model’s bottom lip with his thumb, grazing it with a feathery touch, “my lips?”

Soobin stared at the way Yeonjun’s lips pouted around the word while Soobin’s thumb was still there, and the model was brave enough to give it a kiss and beamed when Soobin gasped softly and made eye contact with him again. 

“So, are you?” Yeonjun prodded. Soobin’s mind reeled because Yeonjun was all over the place but Soobin was so eager to meet him wherever he wanted to be. 

“Am I what?” Soobin asked, letting his hand fall but Yeonjun was quick to grab it again with his own and tangled their fingers. 

“Single,” Yeonjun clarified, “are you single?”

“I am, yes,” Soobin replied, his gaze dropping to their linked hands for a second before meeting Yeonjun’s eyes again, his heart sped up at the obvious tension between them, the huge hall around them had disappeared, and he only saw him, “is it legal to ask Choi Yeonjun if he’s single?”

“I am single,” Yeonjun giggled, “and contrary to popular belief, I haven’t had a partner in a long time.”

“Is it too late to tell you that I had no idea who you were until an hour and a half ago?” Soobin confessed, scared he would offend Yeonjun in some way, but the model simply laughed and let his head drop on Soobin’s shoulder, taking the taller male by surprise. Instinctively, Soobin’s free hand found its place on the small of Yeonjun’s back. 

“You really know nothing, huh?” Yeonjun giggled as he lifted his head from his shoulder. With his other hand he played with the flaps of Soobin’s coat.  

“Sorry, I don’t really keep up with what’s trending,” Soobin apologised, “you did look familiar, though, your face is everywhere in Seoul, I just never stopped to look up who it was.”

“Funny how the world works sometimes,” Yeonjun stepped even closer, their chests almost touching, and Soobin’s hand on his back hugged him firmly, in case the model thought of stepping back, “you ignore the annoying guy in every billboard and a few months later you have him in front of you begging you to kiss him.”

Shit. Oh, fuck. 

“For the record, I didn’t find you annoying,” Soobin clarified, “I still found you pretty even if I didn’t know who you were.”

“So I’m also pretty?” Yeonjun asked and Soobin laughed as he untangled his hand from Yeonjun’s fingers just to boldly tuck a strand of hair behind his ear. Yeonjun’s sucked in air, surprised at the move by Soobin, and he shakily let it out as his eyes watched Soobin closely. 

“I can make a list of all the compliments for you if you want,” Soobin said and Yeonjun’s now free hand rested on Soobin’s chest next to the other, Yeonjun bit his bottom lip at Soobin’s words, stopping the obvious smile forming on his lips, “there’re too many.”

“You can do that after you kiss me,” Yeonjun looked up at him with pleading eyes. 

“Is that okay?” Soobin asked and when Yeonjun looked at him with a confused expression, he clarified, “making out with a stranger in the middle of an event, I mean.”

“It’s not recommended” Yeonjun chuckled, “but I feel like if I don’t do it now I will lose you in the crowd and never see you again.”

“So it’s now or never?” Soobin raised an eyebrow. 

“Yeah, and also I don’t think I can wait until we are alone,” Yeonjun admitted, gripping the fabric of Soobin’s coat to tug him closer, “I’m very impatient.”

“Hm, that’s interesting,” Soobin stalled, clearly teasing the model by now. The latter rolled his eyes but still couldn’t help but chuckle nervously. 

“Are you going to make me beg you a third time?” Yeonjun asked quietly, “you’re gonna make me throw away my pride to get you to kiss me.”

“Is it worth it, though?” Soobin whispered, his eyes dropping to the model’s lips again.

“I don’t know, I haven’t kissed you yet,” Yeonjun grinned, “you keep stalling, for some reason.”

Soobin smiled and cupped the back of his neck, leaning in and capturing the model’s lips with his own. Yeonjun sighed against his mouth and kissed back a second later, almost as if he had to process the situation before proceeding. One of Yeonjun’s arms draped around Soobin’s shoulders, pushing him closer as his other hand gripped his waist for dear life. 

“Fuck,” Soobin mumbled against his lips when Yeonjun started using his tongue to deepen the kiss. 

“So fucking worth it,” Yeonjun managed to say between their lips. 

That seemed to wake the model up slightly because he pulled away from the kiss for a second, looking around and dragging Soobin towards one of the columns in the hall, making them hide behind it. There were barely any lights hitting that spot and he doubted anyone would even bother looking that way. When they were out of sight from the crowd, Yeonjun leaned against the solid wall of the pillar and dragged Soobin down by the front of his coat to meet his lips, this time the kiss taking a less innocent turn and being a lot hotter. 

Soobin fell deep into the intoxicating feeling that was Yeonjun himself and pressed the model against the wall as he allowed his hands to hold his waist in place, one leg slotting between Yeonjun’s. The model moaned into his mouth and with rushed hands he opened Soobin’s coat to feel his body a lot better and pull him even closer.  

“Shit,” Yeonjun cursed when Soobin started kissing down his neck, trying to be as careful as possible. The model cupped the back of Soobin’s head, trying very hard not to mess up his hair. Soobin wanted to ruin him but he knew he couldn’t, not here. God, he needed to get Yeonjun out of there now. 

The model seemed that he didn’t really know what he wanted more, because one moment he was pressing Soobin’s lips to his neck and the next one he was bringing Soobin’s face up again to smash their lips together once more. 

“Want you so bad,” Yeonjun breathed out, “shit, you feel so good.”

Soobin shut him up by kissing him again, and this time he pressed their crotches together in a way that had them both groaning into the kiss. Soobin felt heat spread all over his body and he needed to take off his clothes before he ruined them all. 

“Fuck,” Soobin whispered and attached his lips to Yeonjun’s neck again. 

“Should’ve kissed you the second I saw you,” Yeonjun gasped, making Soobin grin against his neck. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful, you sound so pretty,” Soobin said and Yeonjun hummed, preening at the praise. 

“Soobin,” Yeonjun called breathlessly, “give me your phone.”

“What?” Soobin pulled away and panted for air as he watched Yeonjun lean his head on the wall behind him as he tried to catch his breath as well. 

“Do you have your phone here?” Yeonjun asked and opened his eyes with stare at Soobin, half-lidded and pupils dilated. His lips were bruised and the make up on them had been completely removed, his hair was also messier and the way he was panting made Soobin see the stars. The latter nodded dumbly as he lost his focus, his brain zeroing on Yeonjun’s plump lips, “give me your phone.”

“Why?” Soobin asked but he still dug into his pocket and took the device out. He handed it to Yeonjun after unlocking it for him. 

“This is my number, I’m gonna text myself from your phone, ok?” Yeonjun said and Soobin paused to stare at Yeonjun as he did as he said, only taking him less than a minute to do so. He locked Soobin’s phone and gave it back to him, but Soobin received with a kiss in return, making the model giggle. 

Yeonjun wrapped his arms around his shoulders again and brought their foreheads together, pecking Soobin on the lips before he spoke again. 

“This is the famous way of saying ‘let’s get out of here’,” Yeonjun grinned, “it’s a lot more complicated but we can make it work.”

“Oh,” Soobin’s hands squeezed Yeonjun’s hips, making the model blush. 

“Yeah, oh,” Yeonjun parroted, “I have to get out of this place through the front door so paparazzis can get their pretty pictures, so it’s best if we head out separately to avoid raising any kind of unwanted attention towards you.”

“Okay, yeah, thanks,” Soobin nodded and Yeonjun smiled at him. 

“You’re gonna text me the address to the place you’re staying at, and I will tell my driver to take me there. Is it very far away?”

“My place?” Soobin asked in shock. 

“Paparazzis are camping in my hotel,” Yeonjun explained with a wince, “I told you this is complicated, sorry.”

“Hey,” Soobin cupped his cheek when he saw Yeonjun started deflating, his arms had even started dropping from around his neck, but he refused to let that happen, “I don’t mind complicated. My airbnb is like a twenty minute drive from here.”

“I will call you a cab,” Yeonjun said and before Soobin could complain, the model held the hand cupping his check and sent him a pleading look. 

“You look very fucked out, though,” Soobin said with a smirk, “the paparazzis will eat this look up.”

“I am gonna get myself fixed before heading out,” Yeonjun giggled, “I will text you when your cab is here, ok?”

“Hold up,” Soobin tugged at his wrist before Yeonjun disappeared in the crowd. He held Yeonjun’s head between his hands and kissed him intensely for a few seconds, wanting to keep the lingering feeling of Yeonjun’s lips on his, just in case none of this actually ended up happening, “I really hope I see you later.” 

“You will,” Yeonjun promised as they locked eyes and somehow Soobin believed him. Why should he when he was a famous model who could get anyone he wanted? He was aware he was being naive, but didn’t care, he had nothing to lose. 

Soobin left their hiding spot after Yeonjun left to find his stylists, praying that he didn’t look that messy. He needed to find Beomgyu to tell him he was heading off early, which wasn’t something weird for him to do, so he knew his friend wouldn’t question any of it. 

“Where the hell have you been?” Beomgyu asked him when they finally found each other, “I’ve been looking all over for you.”

“Sorry, got caught up talking to someone,” Soobin explained and when Beomgyu raised his eyebrows and gave him a questioning look, he knew he had to tell him more details, “I was talking to Choi Yeonjun.”

“Yeah, right,” Beomgyu scoffed. 

Could Soobin tell Beomgyu about him and Yeonjun making out in the corner? The model didn’t mention anything about keeping it quiet, but Soobin guessed it was common sense he wasn’t supposed to be telling people about this. But this was Beomgyu, he trusted him with his life, to be honest, and given the reaction he just received, he wouldn’t believe him anyway. 

“I am gonna leave soon,” Soobin opted to ignore his friend’s response to it. 

“I knew you were gonna leave earlier, this is not a surprise,” Beomgyu chuckled, “I am shocked you lasted this long, what kept you here for so long?”

“I told you already, but you don’t believe me.”

“Ah, Choi Yeonjun, right? Well, you sure were staring at him a lot before so I guess you’ve been entertained doing that,” Beomgyu rolled his eyes, “text me when you get to the airbnb, ok? I think I’m gonna be home late, so don’t wait up.”

“Got it,” Soobin nodded. 

“Tell Choi Yeonjun I’m a huge fan,” Beomgyu mocked him but Soobin smirked and crossed his arms over his chest. 

“Will do,” he smugly said, knowing fully well his best friend thought this was all bluffing, “do you want me to get an autograph as well?”

“Yes, that’d be sick,” Beomgyu laughed. 

Soobin’s phone buzzed in his pocket and he took it out to check the screen. 

‘your cab’s here ^^

im gonna be heading out in 10 so I’ll see you there, ok?’

‘got it

good luck with the ‘razzis <3’

‘thank you bby <3’

“Who are you texting with that dumb smile?” Beomgyu skeptically eyed him but Soobin quickly pocketed his phone. 

“It’s Choi Yeonjun,” Soobin grinned and before Beomgyu could make fun of him again, he patted his arm, “my cab’s here, don’t come into my room when you get home or I will kill you.”

Soobin made his way outside as quickly as he could, avoiding all cameras and crowd waiting out. Thankfully he managed to get to his cab smoothly and in no time he was at his accommodation for the trip. The taxi driver thanked him for the tip, which made Soobin wonder just how much money Yeonjun had spent on this ride, and once he got out of the car he texted Yeonjun letting him know he had made it to the destination, his heart skipping a beat at the thought of seeing the model again. 

Once he made it inside he didn’t forget to send Beomgyu a dumb meme to let him know he had made it safely, only to receive one back from his friend just a couple of minutes later. Soobin tried to tidy his room as fast as he could before Yeonjun got there, also removing the long coat over him to move around more comfortably. 

Before he even had time to check the clock, his phone buzzed again. 

‘I’m outside, gonna walk to the door now’

‘I’ll buzz you in’

Soobin buzzed open the door and waited for the noise of the door from the hall opening and closing. He opened the front door to the apartment and peered outside, waiting for Yeonjun to appear at any second, and when he did, the model had put on a long padded coat over his fancy clothes, the hood of it covering his head and the shadow of it covering pretty much the entirety of his face. It made sense to Soobin then that he had done that in order to avoid being recognised in the short walk to Soobin’s door. 

However, when Yeonjun looked up Soobin could see the glint of his fox-like eyes, so unique and breathtaking, even under the artificial lighting of the apartment building hall. The spark was still there, despite the change of scenery and taking it to a very lowkey place. Soobin finally confirmed it was Yeonjun who made him feel this way and not just the fact that they were in a luxurious event hiding from everyone else. 

Yeonjun uncovered his face a bit more and stopped in front of Soobin, smiling up at him with a childlike charm to him. Soobin felt his heart skip a beat and he hoped it was the last time that night, but he knew he was doomed to fall for the model no matter what. Soobin took his hand and brought him inside, his other hand reaching up to pull the hood down as the grip from the other moved from his hand to his hip. The latter melted to the touch and immediately allowed his hands to rest on Soobin’s chest, getting comfortable in that position. Yeonjun looked up and locked eyes with Soobin. That intense feeling hit Soobin again, the warmth filling his heart as he felt himself fall deeper for the model. 

“Hey there,” Yeonjun whispered, his lips just a breath away from Soobin’s. 

“Hey,” Soobin replied and Yeonjun blushed very visibly under the light, “blushing already? I didn’t even do anything, yet.”

“I’m wearing a coat indoors,” Yeonjun rolled his eyes as he chuckled along with Soobin.

“Well, that’s easy to fix,” Soobin stepped back enough to have room to unzip the model’s coat  for him and taking it off his shoulders. He let it fall on the bench next to the door and his hands went back to Yeonjun’s body, holding his waist this time and enjoying the fact that Yeonjun had also lost his long coat from the outfit, displaying his simple yet stunning shirt and slacks underneath it, both pieces of clothing hugging his figure perfectly. 

“Like what you see?” Yeonjun asked, smirking up at Soobin. 

“Very much,” Soobin leaned in again and pushed their bodies closer. 

Yeonjun didn’t waste any time in kissing Soobin as he melted against him, his tongue easily licking along the seam of Soobin’s lips to ask for permission to explore him more freely. Obviously, Soobin allowed him in, and soon the small space they were sharing was filled with the sound of their lips gliding together. The privacy of the place allowed them to let go and make any sounds, which greatly pleased Soobin. Yeonjun’s soft hums and moans filled his surroundings and he was getting drunk on that alone already. 

Desperation started clogging his mind, wondering for how long he was going to be able to enjoy Yeonjun’s company. He completely expected the model to stay for just the necessary time for them to do whatever and then leave to go on with his life. With that thought in mind Soobin gripped his sides tighter and deepened the kiss even further, wanting to feel as much of him as he possibly could, get him under his skin, have him lingering there for as long as possible.

“No need to rush, baby,” Yeonjun whispered when he pulled away, making Soobin complain weakly as he tried to chase after his lips, “I’m yours for the whole night.”

Soobin kissed him again, this time walking them further into the apartment. He chose to first go to the living room, since it was closer than the bedroom he was sleeping in, and Yeonjun managed to get the idea because he was the one to push Soobin down to the couch and climb on his lap. Soobin took this moment to admire Yeonjun from this angle, taking in how the model was perfect from this side as well, body feeling like jelly already and pupils blown wide as his lips plumped up because of Soobin’s kisses. 

Yeonjun leaned in and started peppering Soobin’s face with small kisses, starting off at his exposed forehead and going down his eyes, nose and cheeks, bypassing his lips to kiss down his jaw and neck. Soobin hugged Yeonjun’s waist as he let him do as he pleased, humming pleasantly to show Yeonjun he was enjoying this very much. With a shuddering breath Yeonjun went up to his lips and kissed him as he held his face delicately, being extremely gentle with Soobin. When he pulled away, Soobin’s eyes fluttered open while he still felt the ghost of Yeonjun’s lips on his own. The model was staring down at him with an unreadable expression on his face, his eyes bright and deep. Soobin wished he knew him better to know what was going through his mind at that time. 

“Is everything okay?” Soobin asked, not wishing for Yeonjun to feel uncomfortable in any way, “do you want to stop?”

“No, I don’t,” Yeonjun shook his head slowly and with one of his thumbs he traced Soobin’s bottom lip while his eyes followed the motion. Soobin watched him closely and his heart skipped a beat once again, the proximity and intimacy of the moment suffocating him in the best way possible. 

“Are you okay?” Soobin asked, hoping he would finally get a hint of what the model was thinking about. 

“I’m really nervous about this, Soobin,” Yeonjun admitted after he took a deep breath and a few seconds to let the words out. 

“May I know why?” Soobin asked quietly, “it’s okay if you don’t feel comfortable telling me.”

“It’s just…” Yeonjun trailed off and Soobin patiently waited for him to keep going, kissing Yeonjun’s thumb just like the model had done to him back in the event, “I’ve never done this before, this crazy but exciting thing with a stranger, so it’s kind of nerve-wracking when I allow myself to process it.”

“Does it make you feel anxious when you think about it?” Soobin asked and Yeonjun locked eyes with him and immediately a small smile appeared on his lips. 

“Not really,” Yeonjun whispered, “I just don’t know what to expect.”

“Me neither,” Soobin admitted, “but it’s a new experience, I guess?”

“Sleeping with someone you barely know?” Yeonjun asked between giggles, “I only know your name, I don’t even know how old you are.”

“I’m 23,” Soobin said as he felt himself smiling.

“I’m 24,” Yeonjun smiled back. 

“I should speak to you formally, then, hyungnim,” Soobin smirked and Yeonjun smacked his chest weakly, making both of them laugh. 

Silence fell between them as they stared at one another, but this time small smiles decorated their faces as the unsettling nerves dissipated in the air. The heavenly weight of Yeonjun on his lap was making Soobin feel light-headed, but it was proving to him that this was very much real. 

He allowed his hands to drift down Yeonjun’s body, his hands reaching his hips and he pressed their bodies closer, feeling Yeonjun’s heat through his clothing. The model closed his eyes and threw his head back, a deep sigh making his chest puff out and relax as he breathed in and out. Soobin took that opportunity to leave feathery kisses on his neck, slightly licking the skin and hoping Yeonjun liked everything he was doing. The elder’s hands caressed the back of his head and pulled him away slightly to look at him. Soobin stared at him with wide eyes, scared he had done something he didn’t like, but Yeonjun simply smiled and kissed him softly. 

“You’re very cute, did you know that?” Yeonjun broke the silence making Soobin giggle.

“I’ve been told here and there,” Soobin admitted, “shouldn’t I be signing an NDA or something?”

“Why?”

“I don’t know, I think one of us is a world famous model,” Soobin shrugged and Yeonjun bit his lip stopping a smile from showing up, “but I’m not too sure, I’d never heard of him until tonight.”

“Well, now you’re gonna remember him for the rest of your life,” Yeonjun whispered. 

“For sure,” Soobin agreed and brought Yeonjun closer to him, their lips brushing ever so slightly and making Yeonjun whine, needy for more. 

“Am I stupid for trusting you too much?” 

“You’re a bit reckless, to be honest,” Soobin said, making Yeonjun laugh, “but I promise I’m a nice guy.”

“I can tell,” Yeonjun hummed. His eyes started searching all over Soobin’s face. Soobin couldn’t help but lean closer as well, almost going cross-eyed when their noses brushed together. 

“What if I’m not?” Soobin whispered between their lips. 

“I don’t care,” Yeonjun’s eyes had finally focused on Soobin’s lips as he licked his own. 

Both of them surged in and crashed their lips together, pulled by an unknown force. This time their kiss was more desperate but comfortable, any hesitation already gone. Soobin’s hands dropped to Yeonjun’s butt, squeezing it which earned him a muffled moan by the elder.  

Yeonjun started climbing off his lap, but the arms around Soobin’s shoulders basically forced him to stand up along with the other male. 

“Which one’s your bedroom?” Yeonjun asked between kisses.

Soobin didn’t waste another second and quickly walked them to the bedroom. The door closed behind them and before he could even acknowledge what was happening, the model was unbuttoning his shirt as his lips attached to his neck. Soobin attempted to help him out, but Yeonjun swatted his hands away with a smirk. Soobin smiled, amused at the attempt of taking control of the situation, and allowed him to undress him, watching him closely as he did so. 

As soon as Yeonjun left him in just his underwear, the model pushed him to sit on the bed way too forcefully and almost making him lay on his elbows so he could keep watching him. The elder stared at him with an almost predatory look as he started to slowly undo his own pants. Soobin raised an eyebrow while he admired the view and Yeonjun bit his bottom lip. 

“Keep looking,” the model ordered. 

“I’ll never stop looking,” Soobin admitted a bit too truthfully and drank the view before him, getting drunk on it. 

Yeonjun slowly peeled off his clothes, each item flying in a different direction of the room. The last one flew directly towards Soobin, falling softly on top of his lap, and the younger male simply eyed him before sending Yeonjun a pointed look. 

“That’s your seat,” Soobin smirked and Yeonjun’s expression almost faltered to melt to the ground. 

Although he kept his bedroom eyes on, his legs wobbled when approaching Soobin and removing the clothes from his lap. Soobin took pity of him and sat up enough to free his hands and used them to hold the sides of Yeonjun’s thighs. He looked up at him as Yeonjun combed through his hair, messing it up. Soobin smiled and closed his eyes when he felt the soothing feeling of the elder’s fingers on his scalp and dipped his head to kiss all over the model’s flat stomach. The underwear sat low on his hips, so Soobin kissed along his skin until he reached the band of it. When he did, he opened his eyes to check on Yeonjun, who had been looking at him all this time.

“Let’s take our time,” Yeonjun reminded him quietly, his thumb caressing under Soobin’s eye. 

Soobin kissed his belly one more time before pulling at the elder’s thighs and made him sit on his lap. Yeonjun dipped his head enough so that their noses were brushing together, and slowly tilted his head so that his lips started kissing all over Soobin’s face. Slowly covering every feature in it with a feathery press of lips, making Soobin’s heart falter each time. When the model pulled back slightly, Soobin opened his eyes only to find Yeonjun grabbing one of his hands and bringing it to his cheek. Soobin got the message and brought him down to press their lips together. 

“You okay?” Soobin whispered, and Yeonjun simply nodded, his eyes full of emotion, “wanna lay down?”

“Yeah,” Yeonjun croaked out. 

Soobin was extremely careful when bringing them to lay on the mattress, holding Yeonjun by the back of his head and the small of his back while the model hugged his shoulders tightly. When the elder’s back met the bed he didn’t let go of Soobin, so he hovered over him as he kissed him again. Yeonjun parted his legs to allow Soobin to lay between them, but with a desperate hand he pushed their crotches together, making them both gasp into the kiss. 

“Take it off?” Soobin asked with a grin. 

“Please,” Yeonjun gasped and Soobin was quick to get to work. 

He slowly slid Yeonjun’s underwear down, revealing a perfectly shaven crotch, smooth looking as his dick stood half-hard. 

“Why are you pretty everywhere?” Soobin asked in a teasing tone, “that’s unfair.”

“Shut up, darling,” Yeonjun lifted his chin with two fingers and sent a pointed look towards Soobin’s still covered groin, “I know you have something great under that.”

“Wanna check?” Soobin smirked and Yeonjun didn’t even hesitate to push him to sit up on his knees. 

The model was now sitting with Soobin’s crotch at eye level, and he skilfully removed the last piece of clothing covering him. As soon as he discarded the underwear, he stared at Soobin and without saying a word he grabbed his semi and immediately guided it to swallow it whole. 

“Fuck,” Soobin hissed and his hand was quick to hold onto Yeonjun’s hair, “a little warning.”

“Hmm,” Yeonjun simply hummed around his cock as he sucked as if he was starved. 

“What happened to taking it slow, god,” Soobin moaned. 

After a few seconds, Yeonjun gasped as he let go of it, and with his hands he jerked it off as he looked up at Soobin. 

“Delicious,” Yeonjun said with a dorky grin, making Soobin chuckle. 

“Keep sucking, then,” Soobin smirked. 

Yeonjun didn’t complain at all and did as told, giving Soobin the best blowjob of all time. His lips closed around his dick perfectly, so plump and inviting, as he bopped his head to cover the entirety of his length. Spit trailed down Yeonjun’s chin and his lips were messy with fluids, but the model didn’t seem to care, he kept working on Soobin’s dick while the latter kept losing his mind. To catch his breath Yeonjun would let go of his dick just to lick up and down the length, teasing the tip with his tongue before he swallowed it once again. 

“Oh god,” Soobin moaned, “Jun, you’re so good.”

The praises only worked as fuel to make Yeonjun work even harder at pleasuring him, and soon Soobin had to stop him before he came all over his face. Yeonjun didn’t seem to mind being removed from his dick, because as soon as he did, he brought Soobin back down to lay in bed with him and attached their lips in a sloppy kiss, begging Soobin to touch all over him. The latter did as asked, of course, and he didn’t waste any time in wrapping his hand around Yeonjun’s already hard dick, pumping it while the elder moaned in his mouth. 

“Lemme go get the lube, baby,” Soobin breathed out, and Yeonjun kissed him hard before he let him go. 

It took Soobin less than a minute to come back with lube and condoms, and as soon as he was close enough to the bed, Yeonjun grabbed his hand and made him drop to the mattress again, continuing where they left off. Now Soobin had lubed up his hand to make the glide a lot smoother, and that made Yeonjun moan even louder as the wet sounds filled the room. 

With a shaky hand, Yeonjun moved Soobin’s lubed hand towards the back, making his fingers glide between his butt cheeks. Soobin understood what Yeonjun was asking and soon he found his rim and started tracing circles around it feeling it pulsate with the tip of his fingers. The way Yeonjun was shaking in his arms was making this even more exciting for him, but he had to be calm, otherwise he would devour him too fast. 

“Bin,” Yeonjun shuddered, “stop teasing.”

Yeonjun was very impatient and before Soobin even started to move, he used his own hand to press Soobin’s finger inside himself, moaning loudly and sinking his nails in Soobin’s back when the latter finally slid the entire finger inside. 

“More,” Yeonjun desperately said when he had barely adjusted to one finger. 

“Ssh,” Soobin tried to soothe him, “enjoy this first, baby.”

Soobin started thrusting his finger in and out, showing Yeonjun he could feel pleasure with a single finger alone first. The elder bit his bottom lip and looked at Soobin with teary eyes, whimpering as he felt the beautiful drag of the digit sliding in and out. Soobin smiled fondly at him and kissed his forehead, making Yeonjun gasp silently.

“Good?” Soobin asked in a small voice. Yeonjun couldn’t seem to voice out any words, and simply nodded. 

However, he grabbed Soobin and made their mouths crash, licking into Soobin’s desperately. The latter allowed him to do as he pleased, and before they parted, he added a second finger. The gasp that Yeonjun let out made them break the kiss and moan quietly. This time Soobin started thrusting right away, driving Yeonjun insane and receiving more dents in his back from the grip of Yeonjun’s fingers on his skin. 

It didn’t take long for Soobin to add a third finger, he was growing impatient himself and the way Yeonjun was kissing him and begging for him to give him more wasn’t helping.

“Binnie,” Yeonjun gasped, the model’s body shaking in his arms with anticipation, “just do it already, please.”

Soobin obeyed right away, not very willing to drag this on any longer and quickly put on a condom and lubed up his shaft before positioning himself at the entrance. He bent Yeonjun’s legs so his thighs touched his chest, presenting him allowing him to slide in without much resistance. 

“Ah, fuck,” Soobin groaned when he bottomed out. 

“Jesus, you’re perfect,” Yeonjun’s eyes rolled to the back of his head as he laughed weakly, “hmm, that’s so good.”

Soobin bit his bottom lip and tried moving, earning matching moans from the both of them. Soon he picked up a pace, drilling into Yeonjun without holding back, and leaving both of them breathless in every thrust. 

“Lay down,” Yeonjun gasped out when he felt Soobin’s pace falter slightly, “let me do it.”

Soobin immediately fell backwards on the mattress, not even bothering to go to the head of the bed, and Yeonjun was quick to sit on his hips. Before he even did anything, he bent down, kissing Soobin deeply and bringing Soobin’s hands to his backside so he parted his cheeks. He pulled away from his lips and sat up so he could reach back and slide Soobin’s cock back into him, sitting on it and throwing his head back in pleasure. 

Yeonjun started moving his hips sinfully, rolling them and smirking down at Soobin as he did. His hands started feeling all over the younger male’s chest, playing with his nipples and making Soobin moan at the touch. In retaliation, Soobin planted his feet on the bed and started moving is hips himself, the fast pace making Yeonjun fall forwards so he was hovering over Soobin as he cried loudly at the sudden move. 

“Shit, fuck,” Yeonjun cursed, “oh my god, you’re gonna kill me.”

Soobin kept going until he felt himself getting too tired, slowing down progressively until he finally rested his hips down on the mattress again. That’s when Yeonjun took over again, but he stayed laying on top of Soobin as he rode him calmly but deeply. 

“Tell me when you’ve caught your breath,” Yeonjun kissed him, “I want you to do that again.”

“I’m gonna come if I do that again,” Soobin chuckled. 

“I’m so fucking close right now, Bin,” Yeonjun admitted and he made a particularly harsh move, the tip of Soobin’s dick hitting his prostate spot on, “oh, fuck.”

“Hm, right there?” Soobin asked with a mischievous grin. 

“Yes, god,” Yeonjun moaned when Soobin shifted himself enough to hit it again, lifting Yeonjun’s ass himself and bringing him down. 

“Let’s see,” Soobin said and he planted his feet on the bed again. 

He gave a thrust, trying out the angle himself and when Yeonjun gasped silently and gripped at his shoulders life a lifeline, he knew he had found the perfect spot. 

“Please,” Yeonjun weakly begged. 

Soobin turned his face and kissed him square in the mouth, drinking from him one last time before he started abusing his prostate. He reached the pace he had before, but this time he was hitting that spot over and over again without fault, making Yeonjun moan loudly to the point his voice started breaking slightly. It only took Soobin a couple more thrusts to come in the condom himself, moaning into Yeonjun’s neck. 

“I wanna come on your face,” Yeonjun admitted when Soobin slowed down and he had grabbed his own dick to start jerking himself off. 

Soobin didn’t need to be told twice. In a quick motion he had them changing positions, Yeonjun’s back laying on the mattress as Soobin laid between Yeonjun’s legs, his face at the same level as his crotch and taking matters into his own hands (and mouth). Without even being asked, he immediately started licking up and down Yeonjun’s still rock hard dick and he enthusiastically let it slide into his mouth. He sucked him off almost matching the pace he had set a few minutes ago when fucking Yeonjun, his hand always following where his mouth had been, and Yeonjun was soon gripping onto his hair tighter by the second, his breathing becoming more laboured the more Soobin worked on him. 

When Yeonjun pulled at his hair a bit harder than he had done before, Soobin let him slip his dick out of his mouth and let it rest on his cheek, coming all over his skin and lips, with a silent gasp. Soobin smiled, proud of himself for making the model feel so good, and he took the tip between his lips to clean it off as the last few drops of cum dropped out. 

Soobin traced patterns on Yeonjun’s skin with his fingers, his head comfortably resting on his chest as the model massaged his scalp. 

“My friend is a huge fan of yours,” Soobin suddenly remembered, “can you sign something for him?”

“Sure,” Yeonjun shrugged, “I will do that later.”

“Thanks,” Soobin kissed his chest. Yeonjun tugged at his hair enough to catch his attention, and Soobin looked up from his chest and rose to his elbow to look at Yeonjun. 

The model brought him down to let their lips meet in a slow kiss, and Soobin allowed himself to melt on top of Yeonjun, kissing back. Soobin rolled them over to have both of them laying on their sides so he avoided crushing the model. 

“Did you get me into bed just so I sign stuff for your friend?” Yeonjun raised an eyebrow and Soobin snorted at the ridiculous idea. 

“Should I remind you that you were the one that came onto me?” Soobin smirked and Yeonjun rolled his eyes. 

“That’s not true,” Yeonjun pouted and Soobin laughed loudly, because that was complete bullshit. 

“Oh, baby, it is true,” Soobin giggled and Yeonjun hid his face in Soobin’s chest, complaining loudly. Once again Soobin felt his heart skip a beat at the cute display from the model, and suddenly he felt the need to cuddle him more and keep him forever. 

Soobin managed to remove Yeonjun from his hiding spot, only to cradle his cheeks and dip down to capture his lips in a fond kiss that quickly escalated to intense making out as Yeonjun hugged him closer and rolled over so the younger male was laying on top of him again. Soobin ran his fingers through Yeonjun’s hair while the latter held his face with one hand, their lips never leaving each other. Yeonjun’s other hand clung desperately onto Soobin’s back, and the kiss turned almost into a longing exchange that Soobin didn’t quite understand. 

When they pulled away, it was with a shuddering breath from the elder, his eyes closed for a bit longer and teeth biting his bottom lip. The hand on Soobin’s cheek moved to the back of his head and fisted the hair there gently as he brought their foreheads together. 

“Don’t call me baby,” Yeonjun whispered and Soobin noticed his tone was sad, “unless..”

“Unless?” Soobin asked quietly, wishing Yeonjun would open his eyes and look at him. Soobin heart was beating too fast, nervous at how that sentence ended, hoping it ended the way he wanted. 

Unless you’re mine. 

The elder took a deep breath and gazed up at him, finally, and Soobin could see the swirling thoughts in his eyes, so deep and complicated, so heavy weighing on Soobin’s back. Those unspoken words hung heavy in the air, and Soobin could almost taste the way they sounded, as if they had been on Yeonjun’s lips this entire time and Soobin had been kissing them during the night. Promising Yeonjun that’s how it was going to be. 

But reality was heavier than wishful thinking, and never in a million years someone like Yeonjun would be involved with someone like Soobin. They lived opposite lives, dressed the opposite way, probably had very different opinions, so when Yeonjun shook his head with a sad smile on his lips, Soobin understood he didn’t need to say anything else. Instead he dipped down again and kissed Yeonjun again, making the most of it, savouring that kiss as if it was going to be their last. 

“I’m guessing you’re sharing the apartment with your friend?” Yeonjun asked when they pulled away. The air was still a bit stiff, the seriousness of their unfinished but very important conversation still hovering over their heads, but they decided to ignore it, they had to. 

“Yeah, I hope you don’t mind,” Soobin said and moved again to lay down next to Yeonjun, “I mean, you can stay the night if you want, but I understand if you don’t, but you have to know he will be here in the morning if you decide to sleep here.”

“I don’t mind it,” Yeonjun whispered and turned to his side to face the younger male, “I wanna stay the night.”

Why? So it’s even more painful when you leave?  

Soobin hoped for the model to reject his invitation to stay the night, although he wanted that so bad, he knew it would backfire in the end. He was starting to regret agreeing to having this night with him. It had been amazing, perfect even, but the way it played out looked like Soobin would end up being hurt. Their time together had an expiration date, it was meant to be a one time thing, and Yeonjun had decided it would end the following morning. 

But honestly, Soobin didn’t want this to end, he wished he could see Yeonjun again, multiple times, get to know him, understand his facial expressions, learn his pet peeves, watch him dressed down in some comfy clothes as he moves around the comfort of his own house, meeting up with him in a café, laughing with him as they hold hands and share a meal. But it was never going to happen. That wasn’t Yeonjun’s life, he was busy, he travelled, he met important people, posed for cameras, got amazing opportunities, he worked hard, and he didn’t have time for someone like Soobin. 

“Okay, sounds good,” Soobin nodded and turned his face towards the elder, watching him closely as Yeonjun lifted a hand to feel Soobin’s exposed skin on his chest. 

“Does he know that I came here?” Yeonjun nervously asked. 

“He didn’t even believe me when I told him I talked to you,” Soobin rolled his eyes and Yeonjun giggled, “that’s all I have told him, by the way. I didn’t know if I was allowed to say anything else.”

“Thanks,” Yeonjun smiled, “you’re very considerate.”

“I just don’t want to cause you any unwanted trouble.”

“See? You’re a good guy,” Yeonjun’s hand reached up to Soobin’s cheek and the latter turned his entire body to face Yeonjun properly. 

“I try to be,” Soobin whispered. 

Yeonjun smiled softly and his hand played with Soobin’s bangs. The latter winked one eye when he felt the air getting into it and Yeonjun giggled at the cute expression on his face. Soobin wondered what it would be like to wake up to this every day, having Yeonjun in his arms like this and looking this soft. He could only imagine. 

In the far back of the apartment, the front door opened, indicating Beomgyu had just got home. Yeonjun turned and eyed the door with an alert expression, but Soobin was quick to turn him back to him, holding him and kissing him, reassuring him they had nothing to worry about. 

“It’s my friend,” Soobin said against his lips, “he won’t come in.”

“Okay,” Yeonjun nodded. 

Soobin kissed his forehead, just in case, and hugged him closer. Yeonjun welcomed the cuddle and hooked one of his legs over Soobin’s waist, lifting his head and asking for more kisses from the younger male. Soobin did as asked and quickly the heat of the kiss increased. Soobin moved Yeonjun to sit on his hips while he sat up enough to avoid moving away from his lips. Yeonjun accommodated in his lap, his arms wrapping around his neck and kissing back hungrily. 

“Got another condom?” Yeonjun asked breathlessly. 

The moment Soobin heard that, he felt his entire body get hot, blood rushing down and desperation making him move fast. With practiced moves, he reached down to Yeonjun’s backside, his fingers easily finding the already familiar entrance and feeling around it, being careful in case it was sore, however, Yeonjun simply moaned against his lips and moved his hips so that their cocks rubbed together, already hardening at the sudden shift in the mood. 

“Got like four more,” Soobin smirked up at him when he parted enough to speak. Yeonjun bit his bottom lip as he smiled. 

“Someone came to Paris thinking he’d get lucky,” Yeonjun teased. 

“And I did,” Soobin raised his eyebrows and his finger slipped into the model, making him gasp.

“Wanna use them all?” Yeonjun challenged him with a lingering kiss on his lips. 

“And not sleep?” Soobin chuckled and Yeonjun rolled his eyes. 

“We got all night and all morning,” Yeonjun pointed out. 

Soobin almost growled and reached out blindly to another condom, holding packaging with his teeth as he ripped it open. Yeonjun removed the empty wrapper from Soobin’s mouth and threw it to the side, replacing it with his lips, licking into his mouth and making it difficult for Soobin to put the latex over his already rock hard dick. When Yeonjun noticed he has having a bit of difficulty, he pulled away and used both his hands to slide it on as he jerked off the shaft. Soobin moaned quietly, painfully aware that they were no longer alone in the apartment, and he bit his lips as he threw his head back when Yeonjun lifted himself up on his knees to slide Soobin’s cock into himself. 

“Shit,” Yeonjun gasped when his ass met Soobin’s crotch, full to the brim, “you’re perfect, so fucking perfect, will never get tired of this, of you.”

“Move, please, Jun,” Soobin begged. 

Yeonjun smirked when he noticed Soobin’s desperate tone and he was nice enough to do as asked. He moved his hips expertly, pumping Soobin’s dick in the best way possible, and the latter followed the movement with his hands, his brain already going fuzzy and the pleasure reaching his senses at the speed of light. 

Dread filled Soobin’s mind when he heard the bed frame starting to make too much noise, these cheap airbnb’s always having the weakest furniture ever, so before they drew more attention to themselves and risked being interrupted by Beomgyu, Soobin gently stopped Yeonjun from moving and lifted him carefully, stepping out of bed and bringing them to the window. Soobin was fully aware they could be seen, but it was too late and dark, and the Eiffel Tower was visible from there, making this even more exciting. 

He pressed Yeonjun’s back to the glass and started moving himself, the elder smiling at the change of scenery, and kissed Soobin passionately to avoid being too loud. When his arms were starting to hurt a little he let Yeonjun down as smoothly as he could and the model was quick to turn around to face the window himself, smiling back at Soobin when he realized the famous landmark was the view from there. He bent over just enough to show Soobin how he wanted it next, and Soobin was quick to slid back into the elder and continued fucking him. 

It took a few hard thrusts and a lot of holding back for them to reach their climax, coming almost at the same time, Yeonjun holding his own dick and trying to avoid making a mess of the place, the fluid sliding down his shaft. Soobin fell on Yeonjun’s back when he came down from his high, his head resting on his shoulder. Yeonjun brought Soobin’s arms to wrap around his middle and leaned his head back to rest against Soobin as well. 

“I think we can cross fucking with a view of the Eiffel Tower from our bucket list,” Yeonjun breathlessly said, and Soobin laughed against his neck. 

“Did you have that on your bucket list?” Soobin asked, still a bit light headed. 

“No, but I added it as soon as I saw the view and then I crossed it,” Yeonjun admitted, “that was so romantic of you.”

“It wasn’t on my bucket list either, but it’s definitely an amazing experience,” Soobin agreed, “would do it again.”

“Give me a few minutes, darling,” Yeonjun turned his head and kissed Soobin’s temple. 

Soobin turned Yeonjun around and kissed him again. He still couldn’t get enough of him, he had no idea if it was the place, the context, the fact that he was gorgeous, his lips, or the way they had connected immediately, maybe it was all of it. Maybe it was the fact that Yeonjun was everything he ever wanted: funny, gentle but so fierce at the same time, witty and mischievous, adorable but sexy. It drove him insane. 

Yeonjun pulled away and pecked his lips again before stepping back and walking to the bed. Soobin watched him curiously as he removed the condom and tied it shut, and chucking it into the bin next to the bed. Yeonjun cleaned himself up and in the blink of an eye he had grabbed all the pillows from the room, dropping them around Soobin’s feet. Then he took the duvet and the extra blanket in the room and approached Soobin again. The latter raised his eyebrows, pleased at the idea Yeonjun had. He sat on the carpeted floor and helped Yeonjun arrange everything, guessing the model wanted to create a sort of cozy pile of blankets and pillows to use for the rest of the night. 

Once everything was placed correctly, Yeonjun sat in front of him, their legs falling on either side of each other, his hands feeling Soobin’s legs as he leaned in to kiss Soobin slowly. 

“Tell me about yourself?” Yeonjun asked in a hopeful tone when they pulled away, and Soobin hated the fact that he was so weak for this man. He was already doomed to be heartbroken, so another mistake wouldn’t make a difference anyway. 

“What do you wanna know?” Soobin asked as he got comfortable on the pillows, bringing Yeonjun with him to cuddle together as they covered their bodies with the thick duvet. 

“Everything,” Yeonjun replied. 

He knew Yeonjun knew. They were both aware they were making a mistake, but they couldn’t help it. Not when this felt so good, so right. 

They ended up making it back to bed after they had fallen asleep on the floor, arms around each other. Soobin had woken up feeling slightly sore in the early hours of the morning to find both of them still laying on the floor, Yeonjun sound asleep on his chest. He had gently woken him up, telling him to get back into bed before they caught a cold or pulled a muscle, and the model still half-asleep had nodded cutely and let Soobin do all the work after dropping to the bare mattress. Soobin worked fast to put the bed back together, and the moment his body laid on it, Yeonjun’s arms found him, spooning him and kissing him in his unconscious state. 

Soobin, being a light sleeper, was the first one to wake up again a few hours later, which gave him the advantage of watching Yeonjun sleep next to him. The sound of plates in the kitchen snapped him back into reality and a sinking feeling settled in his gut. They would have to say goodbye soon and he was not ready for that. He had no idea what time it was, what time Yeonjun had to leave, but he didn’t care, he wanted to stay like this forever. 

With careful hands he combed Yeonjun’s hair, uncovering his forehead and allowing himself to drop a soft kiss on the skin there. 

“Time’sit?” Yeonjun slurred without even opening his eyes. 

“No idea,” Soobin whispered. 

Blindly, the model reached up to Soobin’s face, accidentally poking him too close to his eyes, so Soobin helped him find his cheeks and leaned in himself to kiss Yeonjun. When they pulled away, Yeonjun finally managed to open his eyes and smiled at him. 

“Good morning,” the model greeted. 

“Good morning,” Soobin said back. The words ‘my love’ echoed in his brain, and he tried to push them away as far away as he could.

“Please tell me you have some food in this place,” Yeonjun yawned, “I’m starving.”

“Yeah, I have food,” Soobin chuckled and allowed his hands to hug the elder’s waist as he stretched himself awake, reminding Soobin of a tiny cat. 

“Thank god,” Yeonjun sighed and hugged Soobin back once he was done stretching. 

Yeonjun stared at Soobin, his eyes searching for his face and kissed him slowly a moment later. 

“We used up all the condoms, right?” Yeonjun asked when he pulled away. 

“Yeah,” Soobin giggled, “I thought you were starving.”

“I am,” Yeonjun smirked at him playfully and Soobin rolled his eyes. 

“Let’s get out of bed before you start making worse jokes, please,” Soobin started pulling away from Yeonjun, but the model clung onto him. 

“Okay, sorry,” Yeonjun laughed, “we should get out of bed, I really am very hungry, didn’t eat anything at all yesterday.”

“What?” Soobin asked in shock, “Jun, don’t skip meals.”

Yeonjun pouted and Soobin kissed it away, but still he held a firm expression, trying to get his message across. 

“I won’t,” Yeonjun promised, “that was the last time I skipped a meal, I promise.”

“Good,” Soobin nodded. 

“Let’s go eat, then,” Yeonjun smiled cutely and rolled out of bed. 

He headed straight to the closet keeping all of Soobin’s clothes for the trip, comfortably going through them. Soobin watched him fondly and couldn’t help but join him and hug him from behind, kissing his cheek. 

“Can I wear this?” Yeonjun asked holding up a black hoodie that happened to be Soobin’s most prized possession. 

“You can if you promise to be careful with it,” Soobin said and Yeonjun turned to look at him with a taken aback look, “it’s a limited edition hoodie from Jujutsu Kaisen, they released only a hundred of these and they sold it in Japan for just one day when they released the new season of the show. I travelled to Japan just to get this.”

“I will treat it as if it was my first-born child, I promise,” Yeonjun said. 

“Wear this as well,” Soobin passed him a pair of sweatpants. 

Yeonjun nodded happily and kissed his cheek as he skipped away to put on the clothes. Soobin opted to put on another set of comfy clothes and when he finished dressing Yeonjun was sitting on bed, legs criss-crossed and watching Soobin with a small smile. The hoodie was swallowing his entire frame but he looked so good in it Soobin was glad he allowed him to wear it. 

“Your ass is so pretty, Bin,” Yeonjun said, making Soobin crack up at the random comment. 

“Thanks,” Soobin said and approached him. 

“I will bite it, I’m serious,” Yeonjun kept going, and Soobin had to stop himself from falling for him even more. 

“I believe you,” Soobin said as he matched his serious expression. 

He pulled at Yeonjun’s hand to make him stand up, the model hugging him immediately and kissing him for the nth time. Soobin’s hands comfortably slid under the hoodie and held his bare waist, hugging him back. When they pulled away Yeonjun kept his eyes closed for a few seconds before he stared back at Soobin, his eyes full of those swirling thoughts Soobin had seen the previous night, however, this time, the model looked more vulnerable, the mask he was trying to hold up cracking slightly. 

“You’re my favorite person in the entire world,” Yeonjun quietly admitted, a whispered secret he shouldn’t be voicing out. 

Soobin’s heartbeat faltered, not knowing how to respond to that without confessing just how much the model meant to him already despite having met him the previous night. He opted to kiss him again, not daring to risk saying something he wasn’t meant to say. Anything he admitted now would make him hurt even more later, painfully aware the damage so far was so huge he didn’t know if he’d be able to go back to his life as he knew it. 

“Let’s go get some breakfast, hm?” Soobin said when they pulled away, stopping Yeonjun from saying anything else. 

The look they shared told Soobin Yeonjun understood perfectly well why he was avoiding the topic, sad smiles and a quick kiss almost worked to make them ignore the sinking feeling. They needed a distraction. Food. 

“Okay,” Yeonjun nodded and pulled at Soobin’s hands to guide them outside of the bedroom, “hold up, I need the toilet real quick,” Yeonjun said before they started making their way towards the living room. 

“It’s that door right there,” Soobin pointed out, “I’m gonna go to the kitchen, okay?”

“I’ll be there in a second,” Yeonjun flashed him a bright smile before heading the opposite direction.  

Soobin walked into the kitchen and, as expected, Beomgyu was there having his own breakfast. His friend eyed him, raising an eyebrow and obviously judging Soobin’s appearance. 

“Why do you look like shit but at the same time you look too good?” Beomgyu asked, “you look like you slept nothing at all but like you don’t care that you didn’t sleep.”

“How was the event last night?” Soobin asked, faking nonchalance and ignoring his friend’s questions entirely, he had no idea how to drop the bomb to his friend, but he had an idea of how Beomgyu would react even if he told him Choi Yeonjun had slept in their airbnb. 

“Good,” Beomgyu replied shortly, “now are you gonna answer my questions?”

“You won’t believe anyway, so what’s the point,” Soobin shrugged and opened the fridge to check what they had, “you got home pretty late.”

“I told you I would,” Beomgyu slowly replied, “were you up when I came back?”

“Yep,” Soobin smiled a dimpled smile. 

“Why?” Beomgyu fired. 

“I was talking to Choi Yeonjun,” Soobin said, testing the waters. 

“Stop it with the Yeonjun joke, it’s not funny.”

“Okay, whatever,” Soobin shrugged. 

“Who were you talking to just now?” Beomgyu asked, narrowing his eyes at his friend, Soobin opened his mouth to reply but his friend beat him to it, “if you are gonna say Choi Yeonjun again I’m gonna punch you in the face.”

“Hm, but it was me, though,” a third voice said behind Beomgyu, and Soobin watched the situation with an amused smile. 

His best friend, pale in the face, turned around slowly, as if he was the main character of a horror movie. The moment he saw Yeonjun’s bare face, standing at the door dressed down in Soobin’s geeky clothes, he froze. 

“Son of a bitch,” Beomgyu said, his eyes never leaving Yeonjun, who was blinking in shock at the reaction. 

“Uh,” Yeonjun was taken aback and his eyes searched Soobin. 

“Don’t worry about him,” Soobin dismissed, “give him a few minutes.”

Yeonjun giggled and walked in, quickly joining Soobin’s side, suddenly shy at the fact that Beomgyu was intensely staring at him and seeking some sort of reassurance from the younger male. Soobin sensed this mood and wrapped an arm around his waist and the model almost rubbed his entire face on Soobin’s shoulder as if he was a kitten. 

“I used your stuff to wash my face, by the way, I hope you don’t mind,” Yeonjun told him quietly, a pretty pink decorating his cheeks, as he tried to ignore Beomgyu’s gaze. 

“It’s fine,” Soobin kissed his temple, “what do you want for breakfast? I’m afraid I don’t have much to offer.”

“Toast is fine, if you have some,” Yeonjun hummed. 

“Coming right up,” Soobin smiled at him, “you can join Beomgyu at the table, it won’t take me long.”

“Okay,” Yeonjun nodded and bashfully pulled Soobin down for a quick kiss. 

The elder stalled for a second, staring at Soobin up close and not letting go at all. 

“Or do you want to help me with breakfast?” Soobin asked quietly, sensing the model was feeling shy. What he cared about the most right now was making Yeonjun feel comfortable no matter what. 

“I can wait with Beomgyu, it’s okay,” Yeonjun reassured him. Soobin beamed at him and the model once again kissed him before turning to join Beomgyu at the table, who was still staring at them in shock, his mouth gaping. 

Yeonjun sat across from him a bit awkwardly, but still smiled politely. 

“You must be Beomgyu,” Yeonjun said, “Soobinnie’s told me so much about you.”

“I’m sorry, but what the fuck happened here?” Beomgyu asked. 

“Hm, right, this might be pretty shocking,” Yeonjun giggled, “Soobin told me you’re a huge fan, I will definitely sign something for you later, I won’t forget!”

“How? Like, you weren’t bullshitting me when you said you were talking to Choi Yeonjun,” Beomgyu turned to his friend. 

“Not my fault you didn’t believe me,” Soobin shrugged, “and don’t be rude to Yeonjun hyung, he was talking to you.”

“Why would I believe you? Jesuschrist,” Beomgyu cursed under his breath and turned back to Yeonjun, “sorry, I’m being so rude, this is just… unexpected.”

“Don’t worry about it,” Yeonjun laughed, “it’s fun to watch.”

“Wait, hyung?” Beomgyu asked in disbelief. 

“Yes?” Soobin asked. 

“No, Yeonjun hyung,” Beomgyu tried to explain and then it clicked for Soobin.

“Gyu, are you aware that he is wearing my own clothes and spent the night here?” Soobin levelled his friend with a deadpan look, “you saw us kissing just now? I’m not gonna call him Yeonjun-ssi.”

“Ugh, please don’t,” Yeonjun shuddered, “since you’re Soobinnie’s friend you can also call me hyung.”

“For real?” Beomgyu gaped at him. 

“Yup,” Yeonjun nodded cutely and Soobin had to stop himself from squeezing him again. 

“I am a huge fan, by the way,” Beomgyu told him, “I’ve been following your work since the very beginning, you’re so talented.”

“Thank you,” Yeonjun blushed slightly, and Soobin watched him fondly from the counter, “Soobin told me you’re a stylist yourself.”

“I’m just an assistant for now,” Beomgyu explained, “but at some point I’d like to be head stylist.”

“Maybe if we’re lucky we can work together some day, it’d be fun to see a familiar face,” Yeonjun cutely said. 

Soobin soon approached the table, carrying their breakfast. 

“Bon appétit,” he said with a forced French accent and Yeonjun looked up at him with a beautiful smile, thanking him for it. 

Soobin smiled back at him and kissed his forehead as he sat next to the model, serving him some juice to go with their toast. Yeonjun happily accepted everything and started eating as the conversation among the three of them flowed easily. 

“So…” Beomgyu started after eyeing the way too domestic exchange, “how did this even happen?”

“Well,” Soobin started, suddenly feeling very self-aware that they had been extremely lovey-dovey in front of his best friend. 

“I saw him as soon as he reached the event last night,” Yeonjun interrupted, coming clean from the start. Soobin simply closed his mouth and watched Yeonjun as he explained, “we made eye contact and I found him extremely attractive, fast-forward to a couple of hours later and I see him talking to Mrs. Ortega.”

“He basically saved me from that,” Soobin interjected, making Yeonjun giggle. 

“And when that was happening I basically found out he was not only the hottest man I’ve ever seen, but also funny and extremely kind, so I couldn’t really stop myself.”

“Wait,” Beomgyu paused, raising a hand from the table, “you came onto him?”

“And very straight-forwardly,” Soobin said and side-eyed Yeonjun teasingly. The model simply rolled his eyes and kept eating. 

“It worked,” he shrugged. 

“Do you have to leave soon?” Soobin asked quietly from his comfortable position on Yeonjun’s chest. 

After breakfast they had managed to get some more time alone, cuddling in bed after they washed up properly and made themselves more presentable. The moment they stood side by side in the cramped bathroom made Soobin ache, the domesticity of it sending him to an impossible future with Yeonjun by his side on their shared living space, sharing minty kisses with ridiculous headbands pushing their hair away from their faces. 

It didn’t help that Yeonjun had grabbed his hand shyly after that and walked him back to the bedroom, where he made Soobin sit so he could get comfortable on his lap and cling onto him as if he were a koala bear. The model had stayed there, hiding his face in his neck for a few minutes, before he started kissing the skin there and eventually reached his lips. The kisses they had shared then made Soobin’s heart break. They felt so final, so filled with something he couldn’t quite comprehend. There was longing, desperation, and even a bit of regret, but the moment he locked eyes with Yeonjun he knew he’d do it all over again if given the chance. 

They fell into conversation when they pulled away, but always in a small voice, as if sharing secrets. They smiled, unwillingly most of the times, because Soobin found Yeonjun so adorable, his pouty lips ever so present when he spoke, that he couldn’t help but smile at the sight. Yeonjun smiled back, his joy so contagious and always asked Soobin why he was smiling, only to receive a sweet kiss and a shake of the head as a response. 

Eventually they ended up laying in bed, cuddling as they had done the previous night multiple times, but the buzzing of Yeonjun’s phone had finally burst the bubble they had been in for way too long now. 

“Yeah,” Yeonjun sighed, “the car is almost here.”

“Oh,” Soobin sat up and looked at Yeonjun, who was avoiding his eyes, but a gloomy expression had quickly replaced his relaxed one from a few seconds ago. 

“I’m gonna change, okay?” Yeonjun whispered and Soobin nodded, not daring to say anything because he knew he would not hold it together. 

Yeonjun moved around the room as he collected his clothes from the previous night and put them on. When he stopped hearing sounds of him changing, Soobin turned to see Yeonjun dressed in his fancy slacks, watching him with sad eyes. 

“I’ll walk you to the door,” Soobin managed to get out, and Yeonjun nodded silently. 

Soobin stood from the bed and grabbed Yeonjun’s hand as they walked to the front door. When they reached it Yeonjun let go of him and hugged himself, looking down as he took a deep shuddering breath. Soobin grabbed his long padded coat and put it over his shoulders. Yeonjun wore it properly and allowed Soobin to zip it up for him. 

“Don’t skip any meals, ok? You promised,” Soobin whispered. 

“Okay,” Yeonjun barely managed to say. 

“And rest, hm? You’re working too much,” Soobin kept going. And don’t forget me. 

“I will,” Yeonjun nodded. 

Finally the model lifted his gaze and locked eyes with Soobin, both of them close to tears, but holding back since they knew this was coming. They did this to themselves, they were aware this was gonna happen, but Soobin never expected it to be this painful, even after everything he’s been feeling since the night before. The models phone buzzed, notifying him his car was waiting for him. Yeonjun gasped weakly and Soobin reached out to hold onto his coat sleeves, gripping onto it, begging him to not leave just yet. 

Yeonjun made yet another mistake and kissed him, the wound in Soobin’s heart splitting open and making him bleed out, knowing this was their last kiss. 

“Good bye, Bin,” Yeonjun whispered against his lips, “thank you for everything.”

Soobin nodded as he rested their foreheads together for the last time. 

“I have to go now,” Yeonjun’s voice sounded broken, but Soobin didn’t dare look up to meet his eyes. 

The fabric between Soobin’s fingers vanished as Yeonjun stepped back from him, the model grabbed the door knob and twisted it to open it. It was then that they looked at each other, both of them with tears down their cheeks, unspoken words hanging in the air once again, and two hearts flat-lining the moment Yeonjun stepped into the hall. 

“Bye, baby,” Soobin whispered. 

When Yeonjun closed the door, he didn’t see the way the model crumbled to the floor, hand to his mouth as he silently cried. Another buzz in his pocket forced him to get back on his feet and pull the hood over his head, covering the entirety of his head and half of his face. When he entered the car he ignored any questions from his manager, still hiding his face in his hood as he cried all the way back to his hotel. 

When he reached the huge hotel he was lucky there was no paparazzi there, but he still kept his head down and finally broke down the moment he was alone in his room. 

Soobin walked back into the living room, unfocused eyes watching the way his socketed feet glided on the floor. Beomgyu, completely unaware of the state of his friend, started commenting excitedly what had happened. 

“Dude, you’re insane, like who would’ve thought you could pull a model? Let alone Choi fucking Yeonjun,” Beomgyu laughed loudly.

Soobin sat on the couch and covered his face, and his friend took that as a sign of embarrassment, so he threw himself on top of Soobin and laughed again. 

“Don’t be shy, come on!” Beomgyu loudly exclaimed. 

Soobin sobbed, hard, completely breaking down in front of his friend. 

“Woah,” Beomgyu was taken aback and quickly shut up, watching his friend in fear, “uh, are you okay?”

Soobin didn’t say anything, but instead kept crying, not really knowing what to say at this point. 

“Obviously you’re not,” Beomgyu carefully said, “what happened?”

“I’m dumb, that’s what happened,” Soobin finally said. 

“Please, elaborate,” Beomgyu asked, “I’m getting pretty worried, so tell me, for real.”

“I made a mistake,” Soobin shook his head, “I was aware I was making several mistakes the entire night.”

“But I thought it was amazing?” Beomgyu was confused. 

“It was,” Soobin laughed painfully, “actually, it was perfect. He’s perfect, he’s literally the man of my dreams. Everything I’ve ever wanted, in the form of a gorgeous and stunning world famous model who doesn’t have time for a normal guy like me.”

“Oh, shit,” Beomgyu was at a loss for words, “I get it now… did he dump you?”

“There’s no need for him to dump me, Beomgyu,” Soobin rubbed his face, “this was a one time thing, it’s over, I knew what I was getting myself into but I didn’t expect it to go this way, okay?”

“Fuck, you fell for him,” Beomgyu gasped, a hand coming up to cover his mouth. 

“Yeah, no shit,” Soobin scoffed. 

“This is not good, man,” Beomgyu sounded deeply hurt as well, “I’m so sorry.”

“Not your fault,” Soobin sighed. 

“Kinda is, I invited you here,” Beomgyu winced. 

“I don’t regret coming,” Soobin shook his head, “I would make the same mistakes again even if I knew this was the outcome.”

“Why would you think it would be a good idea to try pulling a model, though?” Beomgyu asked and Soobin glared at him. 

“I didn’t start this, remember?” Soobin deadpanned, “I just went along with it, very willingly.”

“Yeah, I just find that hard to believe,” Soobin glared at his best friend again. 

“Gyu, he’s not only gorgeous,” Soobin fisted his hair, “he’s also funny, kind and a bit of a dork, he’s easy to talk to, he’s so humble and he feels so… normal.”

“You have to see him again,” Beomgyu rushed to say, “come on, you have his number, right?”

“Yeah, but…” Soobin trailed off, “he’s busy, it was a one time thing, ok? I won’t be delusional and pretend he feels the same for me.”

“He wore your religious hoodie,” Beomgyu suddenly remembered and Soobin took a deep breath to stop himself from punching his friend. 

“I am aware,” Soobin flatly said. 

“You never let me breathe near that hoodie,” Beomgyu kept going, “and you allowed him to wear it.”

“Please, shut up.”

“No, but, dude,” Beomgyu turned his entire body towards him, “don’t you think he’s worth the fight? You had great vibes together, I didn’t manage to see much since I wanted to give you privacy but seeing you together felt right.”

“Of course he’s worth it,” Soobin said in a defeated tone, “he’s worth all the pain, he’s worth more than anything in this world, fuck.”

“Why don’t you fight for him, then?”

“I would only do that if he had told me he wanted to see me again,” Soobin shook his head, “I won’t bother him no matter how much I want him.”

“You’re being stupid,” Beomgyu harshly told him, but Soobin didn’t care, nothing could hurt him more than having Yeonjun disappear from his life. 

“I don’t care,” Soobin stood from the couch, “I’m gonna take a shower and I will stay in today, don’t really feel like going out.”

“Okay,” Beomgyu looked so unsure of this, he wanted to do something for his friend but he didn’t know what to do, “tell me if you need anything.”

Soobin waved his hand as he headed to the bathroom. Beomgyu didn’t see him at all until the following day, when they had to fly back home.