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When Taehyung accepted to become Jeongguk’s roommate for the rest of the school year he never expected things would come to this. The ‘this’ in question being the fact that he can clearly hear every little noise the other boy is making even though the door of his room is shut. To be fair Jeongguk’s probably isn’t because he’s a menace and an exhibitionist, but Taehyung had to get used to it pretty quickly since it didn’t seem like the other would change that fact, even when Taehyung tried to bring it up a few months prior, when they had just started these cohabitation of theirs.
Even when they weren’t living together yet, Taehyung knew Jeongguk liked to have fun and sleep around, it really wasn’t that much of a secret among their friend group, especially since Jimin and Jeongguk just love to boast about how much cock they’re getting on the daily. It didn’t bother Taehyung that much then, and it still doesn’t, he swears.
But it’s three in the morning and Jeongguk hasn’t stopped screaming for at least half an hour, and Taehyung desperately needs to sleep at least a little more if he wants to survive his exam scheduled for that morning. Admittedly, if it wasn’t so early he would probably enjoy the boy’s noises, they’re just so breathy and dripping with need they would stir something up in any other occasion. Not that he would ever tell that to Jeongguk out loud, not because it would make him a pervert, but because the bitch is already too cocky for his own good, and Taehyung wants to avoid inflating his ego even further.
There’s no denying Jeongguk is probably the prettiest boy Taehyung has ever had the pleasure to meet, with his angelic features and toned body, sweet looking lips and long lashes blinking over gorgeous doe eyes. Taehyung had made the mistake of thinking the boy was a shy and innocent little thing when they first met, but that image quickly got destroyed when during one of their group hangouts he caught the boy on his knees, sucking on a man’s dick like that was his day job. Even then Taehyung couldn’t stop looking away from the scene, weirdly fixated on Jeongguk’s beauty when in the throes of pleasure.
One would call him obsessed, hopeless and revolting, but don’t people visit museums to appreciate art? He’s doing the same thing, but instead of looking at a boring abstract painting that could mean everything and nothing, he’s helplessly fascinated by the way Jeongguk moves, the way his body folds and stretches when he’s getting exactly what he wants, what he dreams about.
And yeah, a normal person would have probably made a move or shown their interest at that point, maybe tried to ask Jeongguk on a date or something, but Taehyung never claimed to be normal, he never wanted to be. However, for how beautiful the boy sounds and how hot those loud, squelching noises sound, Taehyung really, genuinely , needs to sleep. He’s a pervert but he wants to be at least a well educated one.
After rolling from side to side for the umpteenth time that night — morning? — he decides it is finally time to at least try asking Jeongguk to keep it down, which Taehyung bets is going to be a feat in and of itself. He heaves himself off the bed, staggering a little when his vision starts spinning from the bone-deep exhaustion he feels. When he reaches the door he takes a big inhale before yanking it open towards himself.
Their rooms are in front of each other, which is why Taehyung can hear the boy’s moans so clearly every time he brings someone home. So he expected to see a half open entrance, maybe a peek of the other’s bed too, but nothing more. What he did not expect is the door being wide open and the bed to be perfectly aligned with the centre of its frames. The dirty little slut must have moved it when Taehyung wasn’t home.
Taehyung almost startles wide awake at the sight of his friend straddling a stranger’s lap, bouncing eagerly on his cock, reverse cowgirl style, to the point the man is seriously asking himself if Jeongguk wasn’t secretly a pornstar in his off time.
His eyes meet glazed-over ones, and from there Taehyung knows he’s doomed, he will never get the sight of Jeongguk riding dick so desperately even if he tries. Which he knows he won’t, because why would he wanna erase such a wonderful view from his memory?
When Jeongguk sees him his lips stretch out into a blissful but cocky smile, even with his mouth open from moaning and panting he looks absolutely incredible. The more Taehyung looks at him the less he’s able to control himself, feeling his sleeping pants already too tight for comfort and his self-control wavering dangerously.
From the way the stranger’s groans get louder and louder Taehyung can only imagine how tight Jeongguk must be clenching his pussy, the fucking filthy whore. Taehyung would love to rush over there, grab the boy from those long, purple curls of his and pull him off that poor excuse of a cock to stuff his own inside.
The boy starts slamming his hips even harder, if that was even possible, eyes rolling in the back of his head as his pierced tongue swipes over his swollen lips, gathering all the drool that had dripped down the corner of his mouth. Tattooed hands wander down Jeongguk’s glistening body, pausing to briefly tug at his decorated nipples and to play with the pretty, golden jewellery hanging from his bellybutton.
They come to a halt when fingers finally reach the folds of his leaking cunt, all puffy and slick from the rough fucking. He spreads them obscenely, almost showing off to Taehyung what he’s missing out on, playfully teasing him without knowing the consequences of his actions. But what gets Taehyung to nearly lose every ounce of composure is Jeongguk leaning forward, lips parted and tongue out, a line of saliva dripping down his mouth to hit his own clit, making the hoop pierced right above it glisten from the glob of saliva.
The smirk he gets right after, proud and toothy, is what makes his resolve break. He almost growls when he yanks the pants off his hips, exposing his already hard, drooling cock to the air of the room. Now it’s Taehyung’s turn to grin cockily, Jeongguk’s pupils widening hungrily at the sight of his dick. It’s not empty confidence that makes Taehyung think he’s the biggest the boy has probably ever seen, he knows he is hung.
He’s made countless of his previous partners cry when they attempted to take him unprepared, and he’ll admit most of the time it is kind of an inconvenience since he can’t exactly rely on frequent hookups to release tension. But in the one off instance he gets with an actual size queen, he’s granted to have one of the best nights of his life. And from the greedy looks Jeongguk is throwing at him, he knows the boy is one too, not that Taehyung had any doubts on that.
The man starts jacking off to the same rhythm Jeongguk’s hips are moving to, moving his hand in quick, deep stroked, only pausing to occasionally show off the full length of his shaft and the heavy size of his balls, which he knows is driving the other boy wild.
Jeongguk’s whines get increasingly noisier the closer Taehyung comes to his orgasm, a string of “hyung, hyung, hyung”,“please fuck me” and “more”s falling from his lips. The poor dude under him must think the boy is referring to him because he tries to fuck deeper into him, with no success. And Taehyung would love to echo those moans with his own, but he doesn’t want this perverted fantasy to vanish, so he keeps his groans at a minimum.
Embarrassingly so, it doesn’t take him long to climax, gathering his cum in his own palm before stalking towards the other boy, unbeknownst to the stranger still driving into him, just to stuff his release inside Jeongguk’s waiting mouth.
The boy whimpers blissfully at the taste, lids flickering open and closed, lapping and sucking at Taehyung’s skin to get as much of his cum in his mouth as he possibly can. Once there’s pretty much no release left on the man’s hand, Jeongguk releases the digits with a lewd pop, lips parted open to show off the milky liquid pooling on his tongue, coating the silver ball of his piercings in it, before smiling and making a show of swallowing all down.
And if he weren’t so spent already, Taehyung would have gotten hard all over again, cock twitching painfully where it hangs, still exposed. Jeongguk is really planning on driving completely insane, but he’s not upset about it in the least. He can play that game too.
He shifts one hand to anchor into Jeongguk’s hair before he roughly tugs on it, forcing a gasp out of the boy and exposing the soft, flawless skin of his neck. Taehyung attaches his lips on it, sucking marks on every inch of his throat, not caring whether or not Jeongguk wanted it, or the man still laying under the other boy. Once he’s claimed him, the purple splotches matching the hue of the other’s hair, he moves towards Jeongguk’s ear, kissing the sensitive skin there, and taking his earrings between his teeth.
“You fucking love this don’t you? Being used like a fucking whore by some stranger while hyung feeds you his cum,” Taehyung whispers, sending a tremor down Jeongguk’s spine. He smirks against the other’s skin when he feels the boy frantically nod as much as he could in his hold, a garbled mess of noises falling from his lips.
“Fucking slut, I should’ve known that. You want to be hyung’s cumdump so bad don’t you, Jeonggukkie?”
A chant of desperate “yes, yes, yes” comes out of Jeongguk’s mouth, his pussy clenching hungrily around the pathetic excuse of a dick inside it. He wishes it could be Taehyung’s so fucking bad. Taehyung nearly growls out loud seeing how utterly gone he looks, eyes hazy and glazed over with tears, cheeks tinted ruby red and lips parted and panting so sweetly for him. Because he knows now, every single thing Jeongguk did tonight was to grab his attention only. It doesn’t matter if another cock is fucking into him, Taehyung has claimed him now and he won’t let anyone else touch him.
His little toy, he’s going to break Jeongguk so hard the boy won’t be able to recover from it ever again, forever addicted to the taste of Taehyung’s cum and to the shape of his dick. And he might already have an idea on how to do that.
“Hyung can’t wait to breed you so hard, baby,” he groans into Jeongguk’s ear, and the whimper he gets in response is so high-pitched and pathetic, Taehyung almost feels bad. Almost. “Come for me, doll. Squeeze that loose whore cunt of yours and come for hyung.”
Jeongguk does because how couldn’t he? Taehyung sounds so fucking hot in that moment, better than any dream the boy has had about the man. His cunt clenches tight and slick comes gushing out of him, his own pleasured scream ringing in his head as he does so. Taehyung keeps spilling praises against his skin even though he knows the boy can’t hear any of it. After the boy has come down from his high and he’s sufficiently calm, Taehyung puts some distance between their bodies, his cock already tucked back into his pants.
His hand untangles from Jeongguk’s hair to grip harshly at his jaw, forcing it open with his fingers under the boy’s cloudy eyes. Once the mouth is finally agape, he builds up a glob of drool on his tongue before spitting it into the other’s mouth, and tilting his chin upward, closing his lips shut once more. Jeongguk moans softly at the action, still too out of it to do anything but swallow everything his hyung gave him.
“Now be a darling, and shut that filthy mouth of yours, hyung needs to sleep.”
And then he turns back, walking towards his own room unperturbed by Jeongguk’s confused noise. Taehyung shuts the door softly behind himself, collapsing onto his own bed with a pleased but exhausted sigh. The last thing floating into his mind before he drifts off to sleep, is the reminder to ask Hoseok the number of that drug dealer friend of his.
Then all goes black.
An awful lot of teasing follows that night. Jeongguk does his absolute best to drive Taehyung to insanity by flaunting his gorgeous body around the house, and since he’s a whore at heart, that means walking around naked as much as he can.
Why wear any amount of skimpy clothes when bare skin is just as tantalising if not more? Not to mention that leaves him the freedom of playing with himself whenever he wants, wherever he wants.
More often than not when Taehyung comes back home from classes or from his job, Jeongguk can be found sprawled on their ratty couch, thighs wide open and facing the apartment entrance so that Taehyung gets the best view he can of that puffy, cherry red cunt, always gaping and drooling messily around Jeongguk’s pretty fingers.
And if the boys was noisy before, it’s nothing compared to how sluttily he moans now, bringing a new conquest back home every night just to let them fuck him in front of his open bedroom door, of course. He loves putting on a show for Taehyung, especially now that he knows the man desires him just as badly as he does, but mostly because Jeongguk is now aware of what Taehyung is packing. He’s never wanted to suck on a cock so much in his life, and Taehyung’s reluctance on letting him have it is irritating to say the least, so he throws himself into a different set of arms every day to fill that void — quite literally — even though his hookups are lacklustre at best.
And the fact that Taehyung doesn’t even pretend that he isn’t watching him is making him crazy, the entrance to the man’s bedroom snapping open whenever Jeongguk starts moaning, their eyes meeting as the boy gets railed by someone else and Taehyung stays there watching, legs spread as he strokes down his magnificent dick.
From his side Taehyung is absolutely loving the sight of a pouty, bratty Jeongguk, and while sometimes his cock hurts from how fast — and how frequently —the boy gets him hard, the sight of his desperate, needy tears at night makes every ache worth it. He’d love to just go there, snatch him from the umpteenth stranger he brought to the apartment, and fuck him right there and then, but he has a plan and not even the sound of the pleas falling from Jeongguk’s rosy lips is going to make Taehyung ruin everything.
The drugs he ordered are set to arrive next week, and he’s going to have to wait patiently until then. Even if his dick might potentially fall off until then. Even when he’s quite certain Jeongguk is about to pounce on him if Taehyung as much as breathes the wrong way.
It’s a normal Wednesday afternoon when Taehyung comes home early from classes, the little bag of pills hanging heavy in his slack’s pockets. Until then, the thought of drugging Jeongguk and fucking him open while he’s asleep had not yet settled in his mind, but the moment he paid for those little, white pills suddenly a wave of revulsion and arousal assaulted his senses, making his cock chub up a little inside his pants.
Again, Taehyung never claimed to be a perfectly normal, sane dude, he is quite the opposite in fact. Jeongguk is already beautiful the way he is, all confident moves and teasing smirks but Taehyung thinks he’ll look all the more lovely when he’s pliant and unconscious, a perfect little sex doll for him to use however wants. He said he was going to mould the boy however he wished to, and that’s exactly what he plans to do. From that night onwards, he was going to get Jeongguk addicted to him only, ruin him for anyone else. All of that without him even knowing how it happened.
Taehyung throws his back carelessly into the corner of his room, taking the bag of pills out of his trousers to hide them in his sock drawer, somewhere he knows Jeongguk would never look for.
The dude that sold them to him said that one pill is potent enough to get him the desired effect, and that they didn’t have any detectable adverse effects aside from a little drowsiness upon waking. Taehyung has made sure of that because while he’d do anything to make Jeongguk his bitch, they’re still friends and roommates at the end of the day, and he doesn’t wish to cause any actual harm to the precious boy.
Wednesday means that Jeongguk’s schedule runs the longest today, his classes finishing anywhere between six to seven in the evening, and it’s usually the only time the boy doesn’t bring anyone else home since he’s already too exhausted from the day’s workload. Taehyung picking that exact day was not a coincidence of course, today he has the best chance to make those pills work, and even in the remote possibility they don’t actually function properly, Jeongguk is going to be too tired to actually wake up in the midst of Taehyung fucking him.
He turns his head to look at the clock on his nightstand, flinching when he realises it’s already five thirty and he has yet to start dinner for both of them. Taehyung rushes towards the kitchen then before turning back again and slipping a single pill out of the bag, slamming the drawer shut right after.
Turns out the drug works wonderfully, after a dinner consisting of instant ramyeon and prepackaged kimchi, and a small white pill for one of them — the best Taehyung could whip up in a time crunch and with his limited cooking skills — Jeongguk knocks out right there and there on the sofa, the tv remote slipping out of his loosened grip. In fact the drug might be working a little too well since now Taehyung has to carry the boy to his room and strip all the clothes off of him if he wants to fuck him full.
He gathers the limp body in his arms, staggering a little under his weight when he straightens back up, breath coming a little heavy as he does his best to be quick. It feels as if his arms are about to drop off but he manages to lay Jeongguk down on his bed, and from there he starts immediately stripping him of his jeans, underwear and shirt, leaving his wonderful skin bare to Taehyung’s hungry eyes.
He doesn’t waste any more time and yanks his own clothes off as well, quickly spreading Jeongguk’s thighs to crawl in between them. Jeongguk already looks like an angel normally, but that rings particularly true when his body and face is rendered pliant by sleep, pale complexion glistening enticingly under the moonlight, especially when it hits the boy’s piercings just right .
Taehyung has always admired Jeongguk’s jewellery from afar, longing one day to lick and suck on it as he did that night with the boy’s earrings. But now that the other is at his complete mercy he doesn’t have to suppress that urge anymore, let it consume his mind from the inside as anticipation already builds in his veins, and cock.
Taehyung’s breaths already come out fast and shallow, nothing to do with the fact he’s just carried the boy’s dead weight from the living room to the bed, and everything to do with the fact that he can’t wait to put his own hands on him, caress and mark every single inch of his body so that anyone that comes across Jeongguk in the future will know that he’s already claimed.
He leans down towards his chest, the puffs of hot air hitting Jeongguk’s nipples and making them perk up greedily, almost as if they knew Taehyung was aching to take them into his mouth. The man doesn’t waste any more time and dives in to do exactly that, taking a rosy bud in between his teeth and lapping at it until it’s all swollen and of a brilliant red.
“Mhh, doll you taste so good.” Taehyung’s voice echoes in the silence of the room even though that couldn’t have been any louder than a murmur. “Your body’s so greedy already, look at your tits, baby,” he continues, his own filthy praises riling himself up even more when compared to Jeongguk’s quiet breathing, and the lewd way his body responds to his touches.
“I wonder if they’re going to swell if I play with them more,” Taehyung wonders out loud, big, greedy hands moving to cup at the soft skin of Jeongguk’s chest, making it jump and jiggle as he roughly kneads it with his palms. “We’ll just have to see, won’t we doll?” His grin widens when no reply comes. Perfect.
Despite how worked up he was feeling before — he still feels — Taehyung takes his time thoroughly exploring the boy’s body, learning what makes him tick, what action gets the biggest response out of Jeongguk’s unconscious body.
He quickly learns that his nipples and inner thighs are his most sensitive areas, aside from his pussy of course, and that if he kisses right behind his ear Jeongguk’s skin breaks into a myriad of goosebumps. Taehyung’s already fully hard and leaking when he reaches the little treasure between the boy’s legs, the folds of his cunt already soaking wet and gaping even though the man hadn’t touched it even once.
He circles the hood of his clit, pressing hard down on it until he sees Jeongguk’s legs twitch. Taehyung noses at the skin there, taking in the scent of pure ‘Jeongguk’ that lays there, parting his lips to wrap them around the piercing there, tugging on the metal hoop with his teeth. He’s not delicate, nor soft, he simply plays with the boy’s body however he wants and he’s sure that if he were awake right then beautiful, pained tears would streak his ruddy cheeks. Not that Taehyung would mind that, he’s certain that the boy would look delightful even when he cries.
Taehyung finally decides that he’s had enough teasing for the day, his cock throbbing and aching when it lays against Jeongguk’s bed sheets, leaving a trail of precum behind. His hands shift to part the boy’s cunt lips and expose his pretty pink insides and the pearly shape of his clit. Impatience explodes inside him and Taehyung lets it overwhelm him, diving in to lap, suck and slurp at Jeongguk’s soaking pussy, marvelling at the fact that it’s so wet despite the boy being thoroughly unconscious.
“Fuck darling are you that much of a whore? Even when you’re sleeping your cunt is just a greedy little thing,” he groans out, deep and throaty as he starts fucking two of his fingers in the loose hole. He gathers a glob of saliva on his tongue — just as he had done that night — and spits it right against the cunt’s entrance, fucking it inside. The digits slide in smoothly despite having done little to no prep, and if anything that’s just another argument as to why Jeongguk was born to take cock. His cock.
“Do people really want to stick their dicks inside this dirty little thing? Even when it feels so used and open? It’s truly a wonder those tiny cocks you bring home get any friction out of this,” he drawls on, voice getting increasingly thicker and rougher the more his fingers pump in and out of those silky walls.
“Don’t worry though, doll. Hyung is gonna fill you up with his fat cock of his until your pussy tears apart completely.” Surprisingly, Jeongguk’s cunt clenched tightly at the words, the first, proper reaction of the night. “Oh, what’s this?” Taehyung chuckles darkly, easily slipping a third finger inside the slick entrance. “Want hyung’s cock to ruin you forever? To stretch your cunt apart so much you won’t be able to clench it shut ever again?” The boy’s pussy tightens even harder at that.
Taehyung hums, pleased. His mind is so clouded by his own desire he doesn’t even realise that Jeongguk shouldn’t be able to react to his words, as the drug’s main effect is precisely to put him to sleep and make him forget everything the day after. Taehyung finally draws the fingers out, considering the boy prepped enough to at least start taking the tip of his dick.
He shifts upwards, caging the boy’s body with his own against the mattress, aligning his hips with Jeongguk’s and finally plunging in with his cock. Predictably, he doesn’t go very deep at first, only the head of his dick encased in the tight heat, but with a little bit of coaxing and a many rough thrusts later, the whole thing is inside, the walls of Jeongguk’s pussy spread so wide and thin, Taehyung’s convinced that one wrong move could really tear him apart. He lets the boy’s body as much time to adjust to his size as he can — albeit is not much considering how close he already feels to his orgasm — before his patience inevitably breaks and he’s back to snapping his hips.
After that there’s a flurry of frantic movements, quick shallow thrusts of his cock, the sweaty skin of their body sliding against each other and smouldering heat building between them. Even though Jeongguk is unconscious, Taehyung can't help but want to kiss those sweet lips, so he does. He pries them apart with his tongue, holding him by the jaw as the man explores the unresponsive mouth, its stillness driving him absolutely insane since it’s further proof that he’s using Jeongguk as though he were a blowup doll, a simple toy moulded to his own satisfaction. He meets the boy’s tongue with his, sucking it inside his mouth and moaning when the other’s piercing catches his lips for a brief moment.
“Shit baby,” Taehyung pants out in between kisses. “You take my cock so well. My perfect little slut.” His movements get increasingly rougher as his climax builds and tightens in his lower abdomen.
“I wonder how many times I need to fuck you before you notice. Mhh, maybe I should just do it until I finally knock you up, your pretty little belly all swollen with my cum and children.” Jeongguk’s pussy clenches painfully tight at the filthy words, the same way it did earlier, and Taehyung almost loses the grip on his control right then.
“Oh doll, you like that idea that much? Your hyung raping you every night until your belly hangs so low and heavy with the kids I fucked into you. So big you can barely walk and I need to chain you to this very bed.” The rush of liquid squirting out of the boy’s pussy takes him by surprise, and he’s so stunned he pauses his thrusts for a brief moment, enjoying the whole-body shivers shaking Jeongguk’s limbs, before he’s back into driving his dick even deeper, faster than he was doing earlier.
“And once you pop those ones out, hyung is going to drug and rape you over and over. Until you’re knocked out with more kids again.” And with that last sentence Taehyung lodges his cock deep inside Jeongguk’s womb, completely bypassing his ruined cervix to dump his release where the boy’s the most fertile.
Taehyung’s body slumps with exhaustion then, careful not to crush Jeongguk’s sleeping one underneath despite it. He doesn’t leave the boy’s cunt immediately, plugging him up even though his dick has long gone soft, shifting them around until they’re spooning, Taehyung’s broad body bracketing Jeongguk’s toned one.
Safe to say that drug was a great purchase and Taehyung can’t wait until the next night, when he gets to do it all over again. Maybe tomorrow he’ll try Jeongguk’s tight, little ass too, or maybe he’ll use his mouth instead. The possibilities are endless, and Taehyung is a very creative man indeed.
Jeongguk wakes up all alone as per every morning, body aching pleasantly from the activities of the prior night. It’s been three weeks since Taehyung drugged him for the first time and it’s truly a wonder how a smart man like him hasn’t yet figured out those pills are a complete scam.
Sure, the first time Jeongguk ingested one of those he was startled, but he quickly caught up on what the other man was trying to do and let his body be used like a human flashlight, delighted by how aroused Taehyung seemed to be at his unresponsiveness. Having no control over one’s body while the mind is perfectly aware of everything else should be terrifying, but Jeongguk has accepted long ago that he wasn’t like everyone else.
He’s always loved being used, and the drug Taehyung feeds him every night simply takes that preference on a whole other level. A very addicting one too. He stretches himself against the mattress, joints popping from the stiffness that still permeates his limbs. Faint cum streaks start trickling down from his gaping cunt and ass, running down his thighs and legs. Taehyung must have been pretty tired the night before since the clean up is not nearly as thorough as it usually is. Not that Jeongguk minds, he loves having his pussy and abdomen bloated with cum, especially if it comes from the man of his dreams.
Speaking of, for how much he loves getting ruined like a blowup sex doll, he’s getting a little tired of this one-sides game of cat and mouse. He needs to figure out a way to tell Taehyung that the pills he’s using are nothing more than aphrodisiacs mixed with tranquilisers, and, most importantly, that he hasn’t been taking his birth control since that first night the man used him.
Jeongguk slips a glass plug into his cunt and keeps getting ready for the day, the sound of pots and chopsticks clacking coming from the kitchen. The epiphany comes to him as he’s tugging a shirt over his head, and a small, sly smirk spreads on his lips at the plan forming in his head.
What better way to tell Taehyung he knows everything than to let him have a taste of his own medicine?
Jeongguk carefully puts his head out of the door, making sure Taehyung is sufficiently distracted with preparing breakfast, before tiptoeing into said man’s bedroom, softly sliding the entrance shut behind him.
By this point the boy has a pretty good idea of where Taehyung keeps the drug, and he’s proven right when his fingers touch a small, plastic bag when he runs his palms under the piles of rolled up socks.
Perfect , Jeongguk can’t help but think. Hand dipping inside to take a one pill out, putting the rest back into their original place. He carefully puts that into the pocket of his pants, making a mental note to walk by his room and wrap it in some tissue.
Then he casually walks out of the room as if nothing’s ever happened, pretending that he just got out of his own bedroom.
“Hey hyung, what’s for breakfast?”