No one in their right minds should ever call someone else to come over past midnight on a Sunday unless it was an emergency. Wonsik thought that exact thing, no matter his circumstances—it was just cruel.

What was even more cruel was that nearly every Sunday night, past midnight into Monday—when he had to work—his phone would ring. Strike two was the fact that he treated the call like it was an emergency and yes, he would go over to where he was called.

The culprit was the person he was hopelessly head-over-heels for: Jung Taekwoon.

The door opened moments after he knocked on it. Taekwoon appeared, disheveled in a pair of sweats and a long sleeved shirt that curled over his knuckles, his hair tied back messily with flyaways framing his face.

Wonsik begrudgingly thought about how beautiful he was.

Taekwoon stepped into the chilly night air to hug Wonsik, arms wrapping around his shoulders with an almost desperate tightness. Wonsik's arms habitually circled around his delicate waist, not being shy about pressing their bodies together while Taekwoon buried his face into his scarf and neck.

They stood there a few long moments before Wonsik could feel Taekwoon begin to shiver.

"You're barefoot." he mentioned. Taekwoon nodded against him. "We should go inside." Taekwoon shook his head against him. Wonsik sighed. ". . . Do you want me to carry you in?" Taekwoon nodded again.

He tapped Taekwoon's hip for him to hop up and he did, wrapping his toned legs around his hips. Wonsik carried him in and Taekwoon pushed the door closed behind him, neither of them bothering to lock it. Eased, Wonsik made their way to the bedroom and wasn't gentle about dumping Taekwoon down. He turned away to remove his scarf and jacket and then toe off his shoes, even though he should've done that before moving through the door anymore.

When he turned around, his breath caught in his throat at the sight of Taekwoon splayed on the bed, head turned to the side with the thin, creamy shirt riding up his belly. He hadn't noticed how low the sweatpants were sitting on his hips until his hipbones were revealed.

"Do you like what you see?" Taekwoon asked in an almost dreamy voice.

Wonsik swallowed his abashment. "Don't I always?" The answer was, unfortunately, yes. "What's a matter?" he began as he crawled into the center of the disgustingly large bed. "Jaehwan didn't want to stay with you tonight?"

Innocently, Taekwoon wiggled up to curl closer to him. "No." he answered truthfully. "There was something about Hongbin I didn't want to know about."

"Figures." Wonsik snorted. He didn't try to hide his resentment, but he knew better than to be too blunt about it. Taekwoon would only push him away, and he might die if that happened. He sighed his patience into an even, calm line. "Did you at least have a good day?"

Taekwoon's lips quirked at his attempt to remain cool. He loved leading him on by a thread. "I did. I missed you."

Wonsik knew it was the bait, and he wanted nothing more than to take it—but if he did, the hook would puncture him. "Sure you did, love."

With one sly leg sliding between his, thick thigh rubbing up against Wonsik's crotch, Taekwoon placed one hand on his upside cheek. "I like it when you call me that."

"I like calling you that."

"I know. Even if it doesn't make sense."

"Why doesn't it?"

"Because you don't love me."

There it was again: the bait. Taekwoon was trying to provoke him into something a little stronger; anger maybe, he didn't know. All he knew was that he had to be careful with his emotions around Taekwoon, keep them in check. Wonsik may have adored every fiber of Taekwoon's being, right down to the hand twisting the serrated knife in his gut, but he'd learned better by now than to give him a chance to disembowel him even more.

His hand dipped into the waistband of the unfairly low sweats. He appreciated the way Taekwoon shivered from his touch instead of the cold.

"Should I stay here until you fall asleep?" Even though he had work tomorrow? Even though he had an entire, healthy life outside of Taekwoon? (Healthy life—the thought wanted to make him snort. It was all just a distraction until Taekwoon let him see him again.)

Taekwoon's thigh put a little pressure on his groin and he could feel his arousal flicker in interest.

"I . . . had something a little different in mind." Taekwoon said, caressing his cheek. He began to lean in and Wonsik didn't bother leaning back.

"Of course you did." Wonsik murmured, lips grazing against Taekwoon's because of how newly close they were. He reached around to squeeze Taekwoon's . "Of course you did." he repeated.

And as Taekwoon kissed him, long and hard and greedy, he smiled.

okay so i'm seriously not sure what's up or how i've completed five of these in only three days but i can only hope for the best in posting more lmao. again, i have been updating this rapidly, so if you haven't read any of the last four chapters, please do. (or don't, if that's not ur thing).

i'd seriously like to thank everyone who comments, it makes me so happy to have your thoughts on what i wrote. ♡

also, so sorry that this one was like. unrequieted angst yall know that's totally not my thing but it feels good to hurt every now and then l o l