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There's only two certainties about Changbin’s schedule: that he's going to be in the gym six days a week, and that his Friday nights belong to Han Jisung. Changbin loves going out with Jisung.
There's something electric about Jisung at a bar, in his element, making introductions and buying drinks like he's been elected the mayor of whichever establishment they've ended up in. Changbin’s lost count of the times that Jisung staggered over to him, arms around a stranger, somehow already best friends with this mystery person even though they’d only just arrived at the bar. Jisung somehow knows every bartender in their neighborhood. He also, helpfully enough, knows Changbin's exact type: leggy, taller than him, pretty, with a full mouth and a sharp tongue. It’s like Jisung could pick Changbin’s dream date out of a police lineup.
Changbin's Fridays belong to Jisung because Jisung is the best wingman Changbin has ever had. He's always there, smoothly introducing Changbin to a dazzling bottle blonde or cherry-picking a duo for them both to talk to. Changbin's confidence is more of a slow burn that takes some stoking; Jisung's is a firecracker, and he deploys it with deadly precision on the nearest up-for-it boy or girl at the bar. He's got a near-perfect track record for finding a match for Changbin, and all he demands in return is a rundown of the hookup the next morning while they both lie hungover in their beds texting each other.
Seriously, Changbin’s body count would be, like. A fifth of what it is if he didn’t have Jisung by his side. He’s eternally grateful for his friend’s service.
Tonight, Jisung somehow maneuvered Changbin deep into a conversation with a gorgeous artist named Hyunjin, who keeps putting a casual hand on Changbin's forearm and laughing at even his dumbest jokes. Hyunjin is beautiful and seems sweet, so when he excuses himself to go to the bathroom Changbin turns to Jisung with wide disbelieving eyes.
"Dude," he says eloquently.
"Bruh," Jisung replies in the same tone. "Why do you look so surprised? You're hot!"
"Yeah, but I'm not… I'm not Hyunjin hot," Changbin says. "Like he’s… fwaaaaa, wow, you know? Legs.”
“I do know. I know your type, Seo Changbin.”
“You're not paying him to flirt with me, are you?" Changbin jokes.
"Oh, I very much am!" Jisung replies. "Two hundred thousand won! The things I do for my boy!"
Changbin rolls his eyes and knocks his shoulder against Jisung's, who squeezes his pec in retaliation.
The sound of breaking glass makes them both look up to see a server standing above an overturned tray, looking embarrassed and surrounded by shattered shards. The crowd parts around a tall figure and Changbin barely opens his mouth to call a warning before Hyunjin promptly slips on the spilled drinks and goes down hard on his hands and knees. Changbin winces and rushes to him, Jisung right behind, and lifts Hyunjin out of the glass. He carries him bridal-style to the bar and sets him on a stool, using the overhead bulbs to try to see the extent of his injuries.
"Ow," Hyunjin says with what sounds like surprise in his voice. His cuts aren't too bad, but both palms are bleeding. A bartender scurries over with a first-aid kit and starts to clean and bandage his hands, probably trying to prevent a lawsuit.
"That was some fall," Changbin says. He checks Hyunjin's knees - thankfully his (tight) jeans protected them from the glass. "You need to get those hands looked at by a professional."
"Ooh, so you carried me like a fireman and now you're a doctor too?" Hyunjin teases. Changbin doesn’t correct him on what a fireman’s carry is, because the poor boy’s been through enough. Hyunjin tries closing his fists and winces. "Yeah, you're right. Think it might be time for me to head home."
Hyunjin keeps flexing his hands, seemingly perplexed by the fact that he started the night whole and now he’s injured. Changbin keeps giving him what he hopes are comforting thigh pats while he calls Hyunjin a Kakao Taxi. When it arrives, Hyunjin gives Changbin his number with an expectant "You better check up on me, okay? Make sure I don't die in my sleep?" and some sultry eye contact then gets in the car and heads home.
Changbin stares at the door after Hyunjin leaves. Jisung is a warm weight against his shoulder.
"Bummer," Jisung finally says. "You were totally gonna tap that."
"I still might," Changbin says mildly.
"Yeah, but not tonight," Jisung says with a thoughtful look on his face. "I failed in my bro duties."
Changbin turns and looks at Jisung. He's standing close to him in the crush of the bar; his eyes are glittering. There's one sweaty lock of hair escaping his backwards snapback.
"Dude, you don't have to take on the responsibility of getting my dick wet. I'll be okay," Changbin laughs.
Jisung shakes his head. "Nah, I signed a contract in blood. We'll get you laid tonight. Just let Daddy work."
"I hate when you call yourself that," Changbin replies, but he's already letting Jisung lead him out the door and to the next bar.
The next bar is apparently exclusively populated by couples, and even Jisung seems intimidated by the idea of wrangling Changbin into a threesome, so when Jisung sighs and orders a Kakao Taxi for them to Changbin's apartment, Changbin shrugs and admits defeat. He really wasn't set on hooking up tonight anyway so he's happy to go home and keep drinking with Jisung instead. He’ll text Hyunjin, see if he’s doing okay, maybe make plans to see him again.
They get to Changbin's just after midnight, and they're both still full of energy, so Jisung makes them both a cocktail (he knows his way around Changbin's bar cart) and leads them to the couch. Changbin takes out his phone and sends Hyunjin a concerned text asking about his health and, after a moment’s consideration of whether or not it’s too cheesy, offering to kiss it better next time they meet up. Then he puts his phone away, dedicated to bro time.
Jisung doesn’t mention the texting at first. They shoot the breeze for a bit before Jisung fully turns to look Changbin in the eye and asks, "What would you be doing with Hyunjin right now?"
“Ah, come on, dude. I’m bummed he got hurt, but I’m not mad we’re hanging out instead.” Changbin gives Jisung a friendly pat on the back.
“I know,” Jisung brings his cup to his lips. He drinks while he looks like he’s considering what else to say. “But, like. If he hadn’t gotten hurt, and things had gone the way you’d hoped.”
“I don’t know what he’s into,” Changbin shrugs. “Maybe he just wanted to paint me nude or something. Maybe we’d just kiss and hold hands and then I’d go home with blue balls. Who knows, right?”
“But, like,” Jisung says again, louder this time. “Dream scenario. Say he is DTF, which, obviously he would be, look at you. What would you be doing?”
Changbin snorts and tips his head back against the couch. "He had a really nice mouth. So…"
"Got it," Jisung smirks. He throws the rest of his drink back, lean line of his neck flexing as he swallows, and gets off the couch onto his knees on the carpet.
"What are you doing?" Changbin blinks, then starts to get off the couch too. Are they sitting on the floor now?
Jisung pushes him back onto the couch and Changbin lets him, surprised as always but how much stronger Jisung has gotten from their regular gym sessions.
"You were supposed to get a blowjob tonight," Jisung says. His eyes are dark, nearly all pupil now. He licks his bottom lip. His snapback is still on, and Changbin can’t stop noticing that. "Can't let a homie go home alone."
"I-" Changbin says without any idea of what to say next. Jisung crawls forward between his knees, watching his face the whole time. Changbin feels sweat beading at his neckline. Jisung slowly lets his lips part open, sticks his tongue out to the side until his sharp canine presses an indent into it.
Changbin reaches up a hand to maybe – maybe stop Jisung, or ask if he's sure, but then he sees the lamplight glint off of Jisung's wet tongue and he's gripping the back of his neck. Jisung makes a little "mmph" sound and goes straight for Changbin's fly, no preamble or foreplay.
It's rough, when he gets his mouth down Changbin’s dick, and it's quicker than Changbin would've liked it to be, it's hot and slick and good around his cock. Changbin hears himself making some truly embarrassing grunts, but he doesn’t want to be silent, that seems weird, and he doesn’t want to open his mouth and accidentally compliment Jisung’s mouth, that seems weirder, so grunts it is. He grabs for Jisung’s shoulders and gasps at the firm swell of them, the thick muscle where there used to just be tendon and bone.
It’s like he doesn’t know where to touch. He gets his fingertips on Jisung’s lips, taut around his cock, and jerks his hand away like it’s been burned because that just feels too intimate. It’s too much for how close he was already feeling. When it's over and Jisung has swallowed (holy shit) and there's still a little spunk on his lips ( holy shit ), Jisung just laughs and gets up and grabs a beer.
"Game of FIFA?" he asks, plopping down on the couch where Changbin is still halfway out of his jeans.
Changbin blinks up at him, dumb and disbelieving. Jisung’s so sweaty that his snapback is darker at the edges and his neckline is clinging to him. He’s bulging in his jeans, obviously turned on, but his face is calm and collected.
“Uh,” Changbin says.
“Don’t be weird,” Jisung says, which is rude because that’s all Changbin has been trying to do for the past [redacted to preserve his dignity] minutes.
“I’m not,” Changbin says blankly. He belatedly starts tucking himself back into his jeans. Jisung finally licks the last speck of cum off his full bottom lip and Changbin starts feeling insane all over again.
“It’s not weird. You don’t let me skip leg day. I don’t let you go home alone. It’s bros helping bros,” Jisung laughs (laughs!). Changbin’s head feels fuzzy. He’s hyper-aware of his dick, now sticky in his underwear. He’s also hyper-aware of Jisung’s dick, which is still hard.
“Um, thank you,” Changbin says, then feels like he was too formal, so he adds on, “Dude.”
“No problem, dummy,” Jisung says, and slugs him on the shoulder. He gets up and pulls out Changbin’s PS4, easily navigating his way into the start menu even though it’s Changbin’s TV in Changbin’s living room (and Changbin’s dick he just sucked, what the fuck).
They play until it’s early in the morning, and Changbin offers to let Jisung crash but Jisung’s already halfway out the door, still wired despite the late hour. Changbin brushes his teeth and changes into his pajamas and completely forgets to check his phone for a reply from Hyunjin before he’s asleep.