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@han jisung He simply watched a for a moment, his eyes languidly shifting from the all too comfortable looking bedsheets, to the even more comfortable looking man, whose lap looked so tempting to curl up on. He did not know why, but he smiled when he saw the other take off his shirt, and was near tempted to reach out and just /touch/. A bicep, maybe, or his chest. But instead, as the younger pulled him close, he loosely hung his arms over his shoulders as a lazy smile lingered across his features. "Are you going to study while I sleep? Or are you going to sleep, too?"

@lee chan There was something so endearing about watching Chan grumble and mumble about and he led the way, pulling back his dark duvet and sheets to show just how comfy they could really be right now before sitting so he could get the both situated. He'd rather given up on studying for the night and instead tugged of his grey tee from the back, ruffling his own hair before gently leading chan to stand between his legs. "Sleep? You made it through the day in one piece, you deserve it."

@han jisung He followed shortly after, pushing off the chair with a little groan. He was already comfortable enough on the chair, he nearly complained about having to get up. But he knew that the bed was more comfortable, and he quite liked the idea of curling up against Jisung to take a little nap while he studied. "Okay. Bed."

@lee chan Whether he realized he'd said it in that moment or not, it dawned on him now and him smile fell sheepish. He was gonna stand firm in it though because the word rolled off him tongue so easily as if he'd been calling Chan this for years. He rubbed his thumb over the back of the dancer's hand and hummed in an affirmative reply before making to get up so they could find their way to bed. "I'm surprised you weren't already snoring, not gonna lie"

@han jisung There it was. That little pet name that Chan had only ever read in their messages, that he now had the opportunity to hear from Jisung's sweet, velvet voice. He smiled helplessly, shyly, and pressed his face against the younger's back while giving his waist and hand a squeeze. He feared he would never get used to hearing that. With a contented sigh, he pulled back, and loosened his hold around his waist. "Did you finish your food?"

@lee chan "oh I'm down for that and we could order takeout or something and make it a whole thing hm?" Most of his words can from behind his hand as he tried to be polite and cover up while chewing the last of his food, making sure to trash all his napkins and whatnot without disrupting their connection. He rested back s moment to simply enjoy being in Chan's arms and when he realized how intimate it was, his lips curled and he found one of chan's hands to hold in his own. "Baby we really should get you to bed."

@han jisung For a moment, he thought about Jisung's previous silence and wondered if it was entirely because he was eating and enjoying the food he brought for him. He liked that thought. Jisung being well-fed, and Chan being the reason why he was. He made a decision at that moment to frequently bring food for him, whenever he had the chance. He smiled giddily and pressed his cheek against the younger's back. "I would love to. My place? I have a nice TV, I promise. And we can watch on either the couch or bed."

@lee chan The kisses were unfortunately energizing for Han rather than lulling which seemed to be what they were doing for the older and he had to hold back an amused chuckle as he felt the warm press against his back, searching for napkins to clean his hands. He hummed at the answer, making a mental note as he picked at his fries. "I've never seen it. Should we watch it together soon?"

@han jisung He had begun placing mindless kisses along his back, the gesture nothing more than feather-light pecks of affection. When he grew tired of it, he laid his head right on his back, eyes fluttering shut as his arms held him securely. When the younger spoke, he hummed, then murmured, "Way of the Water. I haven't seen it, yet."

@lee chan Han didn't argue because Chan was warm and melting into him was easy, tangling their legs as they say in a comfortable silence while he finished his burger. He didn't want to keep chan awake but he'd also skipped alll of his meals and so he focused on one task at a time so he could give him every bit of attention. "Name a movie you'd want to see sometime"

@han jisung Jisung was anything but heavy. Sure, he had more muscle definition than Chan had in the moment, which was saying a lot considering that he was quite well-built, himself, but he was not heavy. No, he was a comfortable weight in his lap; a pleasing weight, really, because Chan wrapped his arms around his waist and pulled him closer until his back was fully pressed against his chest, desiring to be as close as possible in his sleep-ridden stupor. He shook his head and murmured, "This is perfect."

@lee chan He couldn't help the smile that crossed his lips as he watched. Something about seeing Chan comfortable in his clothes, in his space, made Jisung's heart flutter in a way that was innocent and pure. He waited until the other was comfortable before settling into his arms in his lap, shifting a bit as he got comfortable himself. "This alright? I'm not particularly heavy but still"

@han jisung Without another moment to spare, he sat down on the chair, shifting around a bit until he felt like he was comfortable. He patted at his lap, then spread his arms wide for the other to simply slot himself into.

@lee chan There was a hum in his throat as he wasted no time in unpacking the burger so he could take the biggest bite, opting to mind his business to give Chan some semblance of privacy. He was caught off guard those as he approached and his full lips curled up at the use before he gestured for the older to sit in his gaming/desk chair.

@han jisung He smiled gratefully at the younger and returned the kiss with one of his own, however planted hastily on his cheek before the latter turned away. Turning around just to have a little bit of decency, he began to undress, starting off with the grey, knitted sweater he haphazardly thrown on earlier that morning, followed by his jeans. He stared at the sweats he threw on the bed for a moment, as if he was seriously contemplating foregoing it, before ultimately picking it up and slipping it on. Instead of laying down, however, he crossed the room to approach Jisung as he inspected the contents of the bag. "Thank you. But bed will feel empty without you, anyway. Sit on my lap while you eat? So I can hold you, for a change?"

@lee chan "no need for apologies, you had a very long and draining day." Following his nod, he turned fully to eye the bag before giving Chan the most grateful grin he could muster before pecking his temple and leaving him to it as he went to open up the bag for the burger. "You really didn't have to do all that. Especially after your exam and being with your friends and dropping them off and coming back here. Thank you so much sweetheart. Oh I bought you tiramisu cheesecake but I left it downstairs so we save it for later?"

@han jisung "Oh," he made blankly, staring at him for a second before eliciting a shy little chuckle, knowing full well that he was embarrassing himself in front a guy he really liked. "Sorry," he apologized with an equally shy smile as he gently pulled the sweats free from Jisung's grasp. He then nodded to the bags on the latter's desk. "I got you a burger, fries, and a chocolate shake. I figured you should eat a lot if you're going to be studying a lot. I also stopped by the store to get snacks. There's Pocky, chocolate pretzels, chips, and fruit gummies."

@lee chan Han blinked a moment at the gesture before realizing what he meant and nodding along, already on his way to his drawer to pull out a pair of sweats for Chan. He crossed the room to stand in front of the boy, wanting to have a quick check in to make sure he wasn't asleep on his feet. He cupped his chin, thumb brushing just under his lower lip before holding up the pair of sweats with a warm smile. "you could always skip the pants entirely. go ahead and get comfy and I'll eat and join you soon?"

@han jisung Chan blinked slowly at the bags Jisung took from him, following them on their path to his desk. When the latter pointed to the bed, he shook his head, pointing at his jeans, which was what he had been wearing outside for the past few hours. Chan never liked climbing in bed in his outside clothes. "Do you have sweats I can borrow?"

@lee chan The exhaustion was almost palpable as it radiated off oh Chan but he didn't say much of anything about it, wanting to get him comfortable before anything. As cute as he was when he was tired, it tugged on the part of Han that worried like his grandmother, doting as ever. He led them into the room before closing the door and taking both bags to set on his desk, gesturing for Chan to sit on the bed. "Take off your sweater and lie down. want me to grab you anything?"

@han jisung Chan did not mind it, really. He did not mind standing there, if it meant lingering in the younger's warm embrace. But it was best they get inside as soon as possible, not only because he had food with him, but because he was, admittedly, exhausted. He may just crash on Jisung's bed the moment he stepped foot inside. With a small nod, he followed the man's lead, blankly staring at the steps in front of him as he ascended them. "I'm okay," he responded a few moments too late. But at least he answered. "Tired." Clearly.

@lee chan There wasn't even a chance of him denying that he missed the male in his arms and if that wasn't tooth rotting, he didn't know what was. He wondered when or even if that feeling would ever subside and whether he wanted to or not. For now he carried on like a puppy and gave him a gentle squeeze before pulling away to press a chaste kiss to those lips that kissed him goodbye just that afternoon. "I did and I hope your day was alright. Sorry lemme get you inside and comfortable" he murmured before escorting them inside and upstairs with his hand on the older male's back.

@han jisung Maybe he was too tired to process things as quickly as they happened, but Chan swore that he blinked for a second and all of a sudden Jisung was embracing him. Not that he complained. Quite the opposite, in fact, his entire body deflating as he lifted both arms to embrace Jisung, too. "Missed me?" he murmured, pressing a kiss to the latter's shoulder.

@lee chan If there a record in the house for getting down the steps the fastest, Han would hold it, opting to skip most of them and jog the rest down til he was finishing himself skidding to the front entrance of the house. He'd composed himself enough to not look silly as he opened the door but before anyone could even get a word of greeting in, he bypassed all of the bags to work his arms around chan's waist, his face buried in his neck as he held him snug. "Hey lovely"

@han jisung He was exhausted out of his mind. He had not gotten a proper night's rest, and yet he found himself on the parking lot in front of the Sigma house, plastic bag in one hand and a paper bag in the other. He tried his best not to appear too tired when he approached the front steps, a small smile curled at the edges of his lips.

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@lee chan As much as he was already a night owl, he knew his own schedule called for him to at least be up at a semi-decent hour, usually and he barred the thought as it crossed his mind because what was a schedule to time well spent? And the older came all this way, risking getting hell from an entire house of frat boys to occupy the cool spaces of his bed with him. One night didn't hurt anyone, especially not do-no-wrong-president-nim who was on his best behavior this semester out of pure acquired habit.

If he'd known he'd be in this exact position earlier that day, he'd have been more prepared, a better host in the least but he figured being seen in his natural habitat, in his natural state was for the best, gym shorts rising against his own skin as he brought it up to kneel next to chan so that he could close that gap in one lean forward. it was nothing fancy but it got his desire across, lips meeting the pair in front of him shortly before he drew back to sit next to him with a inviting smirk and a beckoning tilt of his head. "you're here but you're not in my lap, getting rid of that shirt and that's a shame. change it?"

@han jisung Chan could not begin to fathom how absurd and out of the ordinary this all was. He was a man of routine—he always woke up early in the mornings, went to the gym, showered, made himself breakfast, then spent the rest of the day in classes and studying until night time, which he took the time to unwind with dinner, another shower, and either a book or a good show before falling asleep. And he always slept early to repeat that routine the next day, afraid he would fall a few steps back if he did not keep up.

Yet, here he was, sitting in the bedroom of a fraternity house twenty minutes from his own apartment, in the presence of who was essentially a stranger before today, whose fingertips felt like hot stones where he touched, breath tasting like mint in his own mouth, and his voice like a siren's song—calling to Chan, drawing him away from that need for a routine to instead shift his focus on something that may be less important later on but was much more enticing in this moment, as he tilted his chin up and leaned forward, craving the taste of something he never had before.

Jisung was something else, for sure. Like a demon of temptation sent his way.

Chan should be asleep, now. It was late, and while he did not have responsibilities the next day, he should not break his sleep schedule. But his mind drifted off, for a moment, to the messages he exchanged with the man before him. To hell with that schedule.

"That is entirely up to you," he whispered, looking into those dark eyes with earnest in his own pair. "I'm here, aren't I?

@lee chan If seeing the person he'd only imagined through a few videos was nerve wrecking, seeing them in your space was a different kind of monster entirely but he played off lingering gazes with a playful simper, venturing so far as to invade the same space freely as he crossed the room to stand in front of the older male. At this angle, he was less sharp edges and toned muscle and more pearly smiles and dark orbs that held a glimmer of something he wanted to visit and explore.

"Up to me hm?" His fingers grew curious of just how soft chan's locks were, brushing them back to frame his face as opposed to covering his forehead and he found himself silently memorizing little details of his visage, commiting them to memory like lyrics from his own works. And as his eyes wrote about the shape of chan's lips, he drew closer until their faces were a breath apart, losing momentum just before landing to speak up before doing anything wreckless. "I don't think I'm tired yet, no. How could I be with you serving yourself up so nice hm?"

@han jisung Chan followed closely behind him without another word to spare. He let his eyes wander the abode, taking in the interior as best as he could, although he knew that he would forget it all come morning, when the sunlight would make the house look different. He was curious, nonetheless, however he grew bored of it in an instant, choosing to instead focus on the body walking ahead of him.

Broad shoulders, made especially broad because of his tiny waist, giving him a rather attractive figure to look at. His arms were not too big, not like a body builder's, but Chan could tell he was probably strong. His hair looked soft, with a slight shine underneath the hallway lights they walked underneath, and his complexion like fair honey. Chan let his eyes travel downward, too, at the round, perky little bum, and smiled secretively to himself. He would point that out, later.

He looked up just in time to smile at his host when he proudly presented his room. "Cute," he remarked, walking over to the bed. He sat down at the edge without a second thought, instantly bringing his eyes to Jisung's. "Tired, yet? I'm asking because we can either go straight to cuddling, or...?" He smiled, eyes twinkling with impish suggestion. "Up to you, really."