Glub glub. "I'm trying," says Jongin, picking up his pencil and tackling the problem again as Joonmyun's breath blows hot on his neck.


"Joonmyun-hyung takes his tutoring gigs very seriously," Zitao says. "You know he was my Korean tutor last year, right?"

"No!" Jongin says, and then a horrible, soul-splitting thought enters his head and he says it before he can silence it. "Did you—"

"No," Zitao says. "He didn't find it necessary to blow me to get me through my classes." Sehun, who is sitting on Chanyeol's bed, laughs so hard he has to lean forward to catch his weight. He's wearing the pink floral panties. This just isn't Jongin's day.

"I really like him," Jongin says. "You can laugh at me or whatever," Jongin hopes they don't, though, even if he deserves it, "but I really like him. Like in a boyfriend way."
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Jongin cannot imagine how that conversation would go. 'Oh hyung, did you know you have an amazing resemblance to my favorite porn star? Yeah, I've followed his career for four years now, and while I was blowing you on Monday I compared your cocks and--

"Earth to Jongin? This is Seoul calling, can you rejoin the conversation?"
Did…Jongin voice that thought out loud?


When in doubt: "Shut up, Sehun."


Jongin does not understand his own taste.

But then Joonmyun looks up at him again, eyes bright and helpful, and Jongin remembers that Joonmyun is 1. incredibly patient and indulgent of Jongin's complete inability to concentrate, and 2. really, excruciatingly handsome in a way that makes Jongin want to put a giant sign on his forehead that says 'mine' to distract from just how handsome he is. Despite the hair. Yeah.


Every time Joonmyun leans into him, Jongin leans back. Every time Joonmyun breathes on Jongin's bare neck, Jongin accidentally brushes his fingers along Joonmyun's forearm. He is rewarded with hitches in Joonmyun's breathing. Once, when Jongin licks his own lips right when Joonmyun turns to look at him, Joonmyun's eyes widen slightly, and he forgets his sentence halfway through.
JONGIN, YOU MOFO TEASER. YOU. DO YOU KNOW WHAT YOU HAVE DONE?

"You flirt like a high schooler," says Joonmyun, and Jongin freezes. "Why is it so effective?" He sounds frustrated and confused. Jongin is vindictively pleased that he has managed to confuse Joonmyun. Especially since it is Joonmyun's life goal, apparently, to confuse the shit out of Jongin.
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"It has never been this hard to ignore, before," says Joonmyun. Jongin almost doesn't hear him, even though they are sitting impossibly close together, Joonmyun's arm around Jongin's back and Jongin's hand on Joonmyun's knee.

"What do you mean?" Jongin asks, and Joonmyun cuts his gaze at Jongin. Jongin's heartbeat stutters, because it's a Suho look, and Jongin has read that everyone in the world has a doppelganger but this is ridiculous. If Suho and Joonmyun were remotely similar in personality, the resemblance would be scary.


"If I fuck you now," Joonmyun whispers in Jongin's ear, "afterwards, will you focus on your Finance homework?" Joonmyun's voice is cracking. His other hand is now sliding higher on Jongin's thigh with intent. He wants Jongin really badly. The tension in Jongin's belly unfurls at the flush of desire that stains Joonmyun's neck.

It is good to know Joonmyun wants him, too. It gives Jongin the confidence to move from his chair onto Joonmyun's lap. He keeps some of the weight on his own feet, because Joonmyun is slight and small, but what he does let rest on Joonmyun, Joonmyun doesn't seem to mind. Joonmyun groans. The eyes he turns up toward Jongin are like lava.

"I promise," says Jongin. Joonmyun's hands cup his ass and pull him in closer. "I promise, I promise, I promise."
This is what My Sense of Irrationality do while my everything is what the other man is doing.


Kissing Joonmyun is something Jongin feels like he could spend a healthy amount of time perfecting.
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