In a matter of seconds, Yixing found himself under Jongin’s body on the house-owner’s bed. , squirming and helplessly clutching into the tanned male’s dark locks. It all happened so fast, one minute he was asking Jongin to unlock the door and leave and in the other he was kissing and breathing nothing but the bronze-skinned teen’s musky scent. Nothing, but Jongin’s name and a few small ‘ah’s escaping his abused lush lips.

He was still clad in his super-tight boxer briefs, and fortunately so was Jongin. The Chinese male wasn’t going to lie and say he wasn’t enjoying what was happening but at the same time it didn’t feel right. It felt horrible actually, Yixing felt like he was being used. Sadly, not for the first time but for the second and if he doesn’t push Jongin off him soon, the same thing might happen again and again in the near future. Yixing didn’t want that, Yixing didn’t want that at all.

Kim Jongin, for him, was way more than a casual .

Zhang Yixing first met Kim Jongin the second day he arrived at Seoul. The Chinese male was still clueless and lost about all that is Korean; eyes wide and mouth gaping at every little thing his vision fell on. He couldn’t help but feel like he didn’t belong every time someone gave a judgmental look at how he pathetically stuttered broken Korean words or made a wrong move that Korean people didn’t tolerate. Like how he mistakenly didn’t bow a 90-degree bow for an elder one time or how he offended a barista once by giving him a generous tip. His first day in Seoul was literally a living hell and the second one wasn’t any better for his miserable luck.

Luhan, his cousin, introduced his Korean boyfriend to him in the second day and explained how it was their anniversary and how it was immensely important for his doll-faced cousin to celebrate it by throwing the biggest party of the year for everyone to attend, so they could admire and at the same time envy his and Sehun’s perfect relationship. He proudly clarified how his relationship with Oh Sehun was ‘goals’ for the other students at their school. Even teachers worshiped them as a couple, Luhan smugly informed Yixing. 

Yixing was happy for his cousin, surprisingly he didn’t envy him, not one bit. Because Sehun was a stunning young man but wasn’t the pale Chinese male’s type at all. Not even close. Oh Sehun fit perfectly with Luhan, because Luhan was one of those people who liked it when others did things for them and Sehun was the type to enjoy doing stuff for others. Thus, they were the perfect match for one another. Sehun was cold and mean to others but sweet and romantically caring towards Luhan, and the latter being the attention- he was, was more than satisfied with that treat his boyfriend seemed to have.

The party was going great at first, people drinking and having fun. Minding their own business in other words. Until a bunch of boys decided that messing with Yixing would be even much better than fooling around with familiar faces. They cornered him, mocked him, pushed him around and even tried to have their ways with him. Yixing wasn’t weak, but at the same time he kept reminding himself that if he didn’t keep his cool and kicked their asses, Luhan’s party would probably get ruined and he didn’t want that, especially since he just recently got to Seoul. Getting into fights and ruining his cousin’s anniversary party was not something Yixing wanted to be associated with his name from the very beginning. He tried to push his way out from them but the stronger taller one between the five Korean boys grabbed his wrist with a tight grip and towered over him in a way to scare and make him stop resisting. The Chinese male gritted a ‘let go of my hand’ to who he assumed was their leader with a glare but was rewarded by a firm shove against the wall and a couple of humiliating slurs that racistly hinted to his Chinese background. Yixing had enough and was about to punch the guy’s teeth off when someone got ahead of him and did it on his behalf. The guy’s jaw made loud cracking noises and his fellow members gasped in a mix of horror and shock at the out of nowhere iron-like-punch. Yixing wasn’t any better himself if he had to be honest; he gaped in total amazement at the boy who heroically came to help him out and blinked with saucer like eyes at the said boy as he kept on punching the ‘gang’ leader’s ugly face.

“If you don’t like Chinese people and think they should stay in their ing country then why the do you bother on coming to a Chinese guy’s party, huh? Racist !” Another punch, a shove and a spit out of disgust and everyone else vanished. It was like they were never there; the taller one of them hurriedly got up on his feet, apologized to Yixing with a deep bow and run for his dear life.

“You alright?” The tanned, stunningly beautiful male asked while worriedly checking if something happened to his expensive looking watch. Yixing hummed; heart about to escape from his chest. “Cool, don’t mind what they said. Not everyone in here is as ignorant as them.” The Chinese male was about to thank the handsome faced male and maybe even ask him for his name when the said guy mumbled a ‘have fun’ and walked swiftly away from him towards a few girls and boys who were patiently waiting for him. Yixing felt like his stomach was about to burst with wild fluttering butterflies; his own heartbeat disturbingly pounding in his eardrums.

A thing led to another until the Chinese male found himself limping back to his own house at the wee hours of the morning with tears streaming down his face. Tears of both shame and massive regret.

Jongin on a hard and toyed with the other one using his long thin fingers, making Yixing let out a muffled moan at that and tighten his grip even harder on the tanned male’s brownish soft locks. Their boxer-clothed members touched with every ; both painfully hard and erected with sinful pleasure. The room was getting hotter and hotter by the second and Yixing felt his skin burning with every touch or move Jongin made. Dirty whispers making him whimper in content under the tanned male’s sculpted body.

“I’ll make you feel so good.” The sun-kissed male and nipped and until Yixing couldn’t feel anything but Jongin. Jongin’s warm caramel skin against his creamy one, Jongin’s manly scent, Jongin’s hot breath mixing with his, Jongin’s hard throbbing bulge against his own aroused one.

“Jongingh,” Yixing’s ecstatic mewl turned into panic when Jongin slipped his fingers under the thin fabric of his boxer-briefs. His eyes widened and the pleasure that clouded his senses vanished like smoke. “S—stop!” Jongin lifted his gaze up from the Chinese male’s clothed to his alarmed red face.

“What’s wrong?”

“Not again. Stop, please. I don’t—I don’t want to,” Yixing took a deep shaky breath before pulling the duvet over his half body. “I don’t want to go through the same pain again, please just—just stop.”

“What pain? What are you talking about?” Jongin’s dark eyes were half-lidded and his voice came out unusually throaty and immorally deeper; making him look and sound even much more appealing then he already was to Yixing’s ed up luck.

“I’m so stupid, I’m so so stupid.” The Chinese male mumbled under the white duvet with occasional groans; his long legs kicking Jongin’s body off of him in the process.

“Hey, what’s wrong? Do you not want this?”

“Of course I do want this but not—not like this Jongin.” Yixing sighed.

“What do you mean?”

“You asked about what happened after I took you home that night right? Well to finally satisfy your curiosity, we ed that night Jongin.” Jongin’s eyes widened at that. “We ed and when I saw you the next day you ignored my whole existence and treated me like I was ing invisible.”

“Wha—what?”

“I lied when I said we were classmates, I’m sorry, but we do go to the same school Jongin.”

“I was drunk, why didn’t you confront me with what happened?”

“Because I was obviously nothing more than a casual to you Jongin. You couldn’t even remember me the next day and I did try to talk to you once. Remember when Luhan and Sehun asked you for a guys’ night out last Friday, I walked over to you and asked if we could talk for a minute but like the jerk you were you didn’t even spare me a glance. You just shooed me off like I was a freaking annoying insect.”

“I—I don’t remember ever seeing you…I’m…sorry?”

“It doesn’t matter anymore.”

“I’m sorry if I’m not supposed to ask this, but why did you let me use you while I was drunk? Or did you use me? Did you even know me before whatever happened happen?”

“I,” Yixing’s face turned red with embarrassment, his body moving even deeper under the duvet in shame. “You probably don’t remember, but you stood out for me against some bullies that were making fun of me because I’m Chinese, I know it’s silly but I kind of, I don’t know I just—I think I admired what you did for a stranger whom you had nothing to do with. You didn’t have to do what you did but you did it anyway…”

“I think I remember punching some guy, but I don’t remember who it was that I defended.”

“That’s because you didn’t even look at me, you just told me to have fun and forget about it but how can I have fun when I couldn’t stop thin