feels like floating (when i'm with you) - hohong

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"So let me get this straight, even though this is far from the straight category," Wooyoung starts, palms facing Hongjoong's exasperated expression as he mulls over his next words. San sits at his side with an equally perceptive stare, but Hongjoong doesn't bother to look at the latter man. "You want your student's father's dick up your ass?"

"Wooyoung, no!" Hongjoong protests in an instant, already midway to dropping his head on the granite countertop. How he could afford an apartment with such granite is mind-boggling, but he's never been one to look a gift horse in the mouth, as the saying goes.

"Then you want your dick up his ass? Look, hyung, it's either one or the other. You can't have both at once, maybe you can alternate days or something but—"

"I wonder if you could though," San chirps. He shifts to look at his lover who sends a confused glance in his direction with little other acknowledgment. Hongjoong already knows where this conversation is headed without needing San to continue it at all, but the man must not pick up on Hongjoong's mental screams for him to stop. "I suppose the actual asshole and dick are too far apart for that to be probable... unless you've got a toy. Then you can simultaneously ride a toy and fuck someone and have the best of both worlds."

"Why are we having this conversation? We do not need to be having this conversation! At all!"

"Dipshit, just have a threesome at that point," Wooyoung remarks before shifting to smack San's arm hard with the back of his hand.

"Is that your way of saying you wanna invite Seonghwa over?"

"No, you idiot, Seonghwa is engaged." Wooyoung rolls his eyes as though San has just said the unspeakable, then returns to staring Hongjoong down with sharp eyes. He pauses a moment there, seeming to remember something, and chimes up once more, "Besides, I dipped my toes in those waters, and Seonghwa is far too gentle and vanilla for my liking. I'm sure Yeosang absolutely adores that himself, but I need to be demolished in the bedroom."

"Gross, just – too much information, Wooyoung!" Hongjoong groans. The man in question just lifts his hands to his head as though to defend himself.

"Okay, first of all, I will personally body you just for saying that in front of Hongjoong. Secondly, when the fuck did you sleep with Seonghwa?"

"Like... um, a couple months before he and Yeosang got together? I don't really remember it all too well because – well, it was boring, okay? Don't tell him I said that, he'll rip me a new one."

"I would pay to see Seonghwa fight you honestly." San glances over Wooyoung's smaller frame, eyes narrowed in a way that shows he's mentally measuring Wooyoung up with Seonghwa, who is far taller than him to begin with so that's just a disaster waiting to happen.

"I know you would, which is why I'm not giving you head for the next three days just for that."

"God, you two are so gross."

"Three days? Come on, isn't that a bit harsh?"

"Hello, um, can we talk about my gay panicking instead?" Hongjoong pleads, motioning towards himself with flopping hands, and Wooyoung only snorts in response at first. San huffs out a sigh but relents in the discussion. He leans towards Wooyoung, chin coming to a rest atop the man's shoulder, and despite all Wooyoung's insistence that he was annoyed, he just leans into the touch. A hand reaches up to comb through San's black hair.

You see, Hongjoong might be fascinated by the love a parent harbors for their child, but there is something else that sends him reeling far more often. The most daunting and terrifying kind of love is the romantic one that he runs from so often. Maybe that is why he can't bear to be around Wooyoung and San as much as he used to because they display it with such ease and carelessness, like love doesn't hurt or burn or ache the way Hongjoong knows it does. He has had many a relationship in all his time on Earth, and unfortunately, they have all ended in a crashing burn of flames and chaos – quite literally for his last relationship – so forgive him if he is a bit bitter and scalded by those failures.