Drunk & Hot
Han looked straight into Dex's eyes.
It wasn't the first time Dex had mentioned his "standards," and it irritated him more than anything.
Han didn't come from a wealthy family.
His parents work for Ren's family.
He had a somewhat difficult childhood, often feeling bullied.
It was Ren who always protected him.
That's why whenever someone mentions "standards," it hits him hard.
It makes him feel like he's not enough… not just for Dex, but for anyone.
What Han was feeling in that moment was intense, overwhelming even—but he refused to let it defeat him.
Right then, all he wanted was to release that pressure, that stress… and that's exactly what he chose to do.
He poured himself a glass of alcohol and downed it in one go.
"Slow down," Dex said, his voice firm and sharp.
Han didn't respond…
"What's wrong with this spoiled kid now? Why did he get upset?
Why is he sitting there so quiet, not saying a word?" Dex thought.
They spent some nice moments together, enjoying themselves, even though Han never once looked toward Dex.
At first, Jin hadn't allowed Smart to drink, but later, thinking that he was right there with him, he gave in.
Smart was almost drunk, hanging onto Jin's neck as he whispered softly,
"You're mine…
I'll kill you if I see anyone else near you."
Jin smiled, gently stroking him, taking in how cute he looked in that state.
"Babe, tonight you'll come with me.
We'll sleep in my apartment."
"Really…
Interesting…
Can I…?
You're not thinking anything naughty, right?" he asked, smiling with those big, beautiful eyes.
Jin grabbed his face and pulled him close.
"I won't do anything today—and do you know why?
Because when we do it for the first time, I want you fully awake… facing me for hours."
"Wow… that was intense," Smart said, then leaned in toward his lips.
"Let's see who can handle who."
Jin watched him, eyes darting quickly.
Drunk and playful… he even lightly tugged Smart's nose.
"Smart, who's at home with Zoi? Just… alone?" he asked, fully aware of how worried Smart was about Zoi.
"Hmmm… alone?"
"I don't know…
I don't remember," he whispered, cupping Jin's cheeks with both hands.
Dex and Han smiled, watching the scene unfold.
"Hey Han—
Is Zoi home alone?"
Han smiled, raising an eyebrow.
"Why? Want to take Smart to your apartment?"
Jin looked him in the eyes and smiled.
"Cute face… but clever."
"Eh, okay. Just because I'm the youngest among you doesn't mean I'm naive or clueless about life.
Zoi's with Nela, but don't worry—soon I'll go there too," Han said.
"If you can actually make it…" Dex thought, admiring Han's profile—it was almost perfect.
"Then Smart and I are heading out, since he's getting way too spoiled," Jin said.
"Hmmm… okay," Han replied with a smile.
"Take care of him!"
"Send me Zoi's number anyway, so I can let her know and she won't worry," Jin added.
Jin picked up Smart in his arms and headed toward the exit.
Now, Dex and Han were left alone.
Han poured himself a glass of alcohol and spoke without looking at Dex.
"I'll finish this glass, and then I'll leave…"
Dex moved a little closer.
"Did something upset you?"
"Upset me?
Absolutely not! I have no reason…
I just need to go."
"Is someone waiting for you?" Dex asked, curious.
"Hmmm… yes, someone who matches my standards," Han said, downing his glass of alcohol and standing up immediately.
Dex grabbed him at once and pushed him back down.
"Where are you going?
Is that why you're upset?"
Han was starting to feel a little dazed.
"I don't care about your standards… I like girls!
Remember this well—your words don't make me feel bad," he said, smiling even wider.
"Are you drunk?" Dex asked, looking him in the eyes.
"No—I'm perfectly fine," Han replied.
"Okay… let me call the driver so he can pick us up and take you home."
"No need. I can go by myself," Han said firmly.
"Stubborn kid… don't make me use force, okay?
Stay here. I'll be back soon," Dex said, leaving to make a phone call.
Han was now alone.
He took the chance to pour himself another drink, when suddenly his eyes landed on a pretty girl sitting across from him.
She was staring at him… without looking away.
Han smiled, lifting his glass slightly in greeting.
Dex… now I'll show you what my preferences really are, he thought, smiling.
She walked over and approached Han, asking if she could sit with him.
Han agreed immediately, and the girl sat down right on his lap.
For a moment, Han was caught off guard, but he quickly pulled himself together and took control of the situation… even though his head was still spinning.
Han leaned forward slightly, setting his glass down on the table, then wrapped both arms around her waist.
"A pretty girl like you… all alone tonight?" he asked.
"Hmmm… I'm not alone anymore—
now I'm with you… right?" she said, her voice soft and tempting.
Han tightened his grip around her waist, pulling her closer against him, and slowly whispered in her ear,
"Mm… right. Tonight, I'm all yours."
At that moment, Dex came back—and the second he saw that scene, the girl on top of Han… his gaze instantly turned sharp.
Damn it… even drunk, he doesn't miss a single chance.
Why do these girls keep throwing themselves at him?!
Without wasting a second, he walked straight toward them.
The girl smiled, then leaned in closer to Han's lips, stopping just short of touching them.
She wrapped her arms around his neck and murmured softly against his lips,
"I can't wait to see what this cute face can really do…"
"That cute face belongs to me.
He only gets to show me what he can do," Dex's deep voice cut in.
The moment the girl turned to look at him, he gave her a slight nod, signaling her to get up from Han's lap and leave.
The girl stood up immediately. Han tried to stop her, but the alcohol had weakened him, and he couldn't hold her back.
"Dex—what the hell are you doing?
You and Smart have decided to push every girl out of my life?
Are you trying to ruin my naughty moments?!"
"I'm the one who should be asking," Dex said, grabbing him by the neck and pulling him close.
"What exactly do you think you're doing right here, in front of me?"
"I was just meeting my standards…"
"Why? Didn't you like her?
Wasn't she up to my standards?"
"Okay… then let me show you what I can really do,"
He stood up, but Dex pushed him back down immediately—forcefully.
Han—enough! Behave, or I'll have to use my strength.
Aren't you ashamed, letting a girl sit on you right in front of me?
"Wow… tattoo man, now showing off muscles too."
"Ashamed? Why should I be ashamed? I didn't do anything wrong.
Ahh… and when you let those two guys get cozy behind you… hmm, that wasn't shameful for you?"
Dex grabbed his face firmly.
"Enough!—spoiled child!
Don't push me, or I'll lose my patience!"
"Ohh… so because you're older than me, you think you can do more than I can, huh?
But let me tell you something—
Yes, I'm younger than you, but that doesn't mean I'm any less skilled in that department!
I think you know what I mean," Han said, locking eyes with him.
"Ahh… too bad you'll never get to try it—since you're a guy," he laughed heartily.
Dex felt so strange at that moment.
His mind was spinning, and he couldn't control himself.
How could a baby talk like that—
Damn, he looked so tempting, sexy, irresistible…
"Don't think about things that will never happen," Han interrupted, moving slightly out of control.
The alcohol was taking over now.
Dex was too irritated to speak, so he poured himself a drink.
But Han grabbed it from his hand and drank it all
Han—enough, damn it, stop drinking!!
"The drink is speaking for you!" Dex shouted at Han.
"You've really pissed me off!" he added, his voice sharp and frustrated.
Han was already drunk, his body barely holding itself upright.
His head leaned lightly against Dex's chest, murmuring through clenched teeth,
"Why are you shouting at me? Why are you being so mean to me?"
Dex's heart started racing, too fast for him to slow it down.
He gently placed his hand on Han's head, running his fingers softly through his hair.
"Calm down—you won't hear me shouting anymore," Dex said.
"What's beating in there like that?" Han asked in a half whisper.
"It's nothing… just try to calm down," Dex replied.
"Wait… what's in there?""Han tried to lift Dex's t-shirt to see more.".
His hands now rested on Dex's strong muscles, moving lightly over them.
"Wow… what strong abs," Han murmured, lowering his gaze toward Dex's toned abs.
Dex was barely catching his breath at that moment.
Han's hands on his body made him shiver all over.
He gathered himself and grabbed Han's hands forcefully, pulling them away from his body.
"Stay still!" Dex commanded. "The drink is taking control of you.
Try to keep yourself together,
I don't want my dark, dangerous side waking up right now," he said, feeling like he was on fire.
Even he didn't fully understand what he was saying.
That heat was blocking his mind.
Han smiled and placed both hands on Dex's cheeks.
"Now that I'm looking at you closely… you're so cute," he said.
Dex stared into his eyes for a few seconds, then smiled and started teasing him.
"Am I really?"
"Hmm… yes. The tattooed man is both cute and cool," Han said, then rested his head on his lap.
At that moment, Dex was on the edge of losing it.
He tried to calm himself, murmuring over and over,
"Don't overthink this…
He's not your type…
He's just too young…
You're not into them anyway…"
Han moved his lips so cutely, his eyes nearly half-closed.
Sliding one hand around Dex's waist, he murmured softly between his teeth,
"Why… is he so cute?"
Why ??
Dex slid his hand into Han's hair, fingers threading through it as he leaned closer.
"Why the hell are you younger than me?
If you were my age, there's no way you'd have escaped my hands…
And I don't care if you're straight… I'd find a way to change that," he murmured, exhaling sharply with barely contained tension.
"Age… doesn't matter… right?
It's… the year 2000… hmm… 2000-somethin'!" Han slurred, his eyes half-lidded as he struggled to find the words, wobbling slightly.
Dex blinked, caught off guard, and couldn't help but chuckle at the drunk little mess in front of him.
After all, he knew Han was drunk, and whatever he said wouldn't be taken seriously.
"Dex!!" Han called out softly, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Tell me…
Does anything hurt?
How are you feeling?" Dex asked immediately, concern sharp in his tone.
"Mm… I feel like I'm gonna throw up… my stomach hurts," Han put his hands on his stomach.
"Fuck… with how much you drank, of course your stomach hurts!" Dex shouted.
"Mm… don't shout!
It gives me a headache when you yell," Han complained, turning his head away.
"Ok, ok… hang on, we're leaving now!" he said, lifting Han in his arms and heading toward the exit.
His bodyguard was there and offered to carry Han, but he immediately refused, saying he would take care of him himself.
The driver quickly opened the door for Dex to get in first.
Dex motioned for him to open the back door, and after he settled Han into the seat, Dex got in as well, sitting close to him.
The car started and drove toward Dex's apartment.
✧ — ✧ — ✧
Jin pulled into his private garage, a row of sleek, expensive cars already waiting inside.
He sent Zoi a quick message, letting her know Smart would be staying with him so she wouldn't worry.
Then he stepped out and moved to the other side.
Without a word, he lifted Smart into his arms and headed straight for his private elevator.
He was waiting for the elevator when he suddenly felt a light bite on his neck.
"Smart… what are you doing?"
"Mmm… I got a little hungry," Smart said with a teasing smile.
Jin couldn't hold back a laugh.
"Babe, if you're hungry, I'll cook for you," he said before stepping into the elevator.
Right then, Smart leaned closer and whispered softly,
"I'm only hungry for you…"
His lips brushed lightly against Jin's skin as he added in a low voice,
"Mmm… you're way too good to resist."
"But don't forget… you're only mine."
When Jin heard those words, he couldn't keep himself calm.
Holding Smart close, he pressed him gently against the elevator mirror, his eyes locking on his.
A slow, teasing smile curved Jin's lips as he murmured,
"Come on… tell me just how hungry you are."
Smart wrapped his legs tightly around Jin's waist,
and with the little strength he had left, he pulled Jin's body closer.
There was no more distance between them now.
He licked his own lips before leaning in toward Jin's.
"I want to taste these lips of yours so badly," he whispered, exhaling hotly toward him.
At that moment, Jin pressed closer, and Smart immediately felt the undeniable weight of his desire.
"Ah… someone just woke up," Smart murmured softly, letting his gaze drop toward Jin's body, half-closed.
Jin pressed him harder against the mirror, his voice sharp and commanding.
"Stick out your tongue and place it on my lips. Slowly. Now."
Smart flushed slightly at the words, though it barely showed—he was already a little red from the drink anyway.
He obeyed, slowly sticking out his tongue to brush against Jin's lips.
"Mmm… this taste… I can't even describe it… it's melting me," he murmured, eyes locked on him.
"Now I want it in my mouth," Jin said, breathing heavily, his gaze fixed on Smart's lips.
"Hmm… okay… but help me!" Smart murmured, "I don't think my tongue has the strength to do this on its own."
He slowly slid it out again.
Jin smiled at his words, then opened his mouth just enough for it to slip in and meet his tongue.
Smart started breathing heavily.
His tongue was now inside Jin's mouth, and he felt his heart race as if it might burst from the intensity.
Jin immediately took his tongue, eagerly kissing him back.
He placed both hands on Smart's hips, lifting him up and holding him tight.
Smart wrapped his legs firmly around Jin's waist.
"I feel like I'm about to pass out," he murmured as his lips roamed freely.
Jin nibbled his bottom lip.
"Don't worry… I'm right here. Just let yourself go…"
Their heated kiss went on for so long that they didn't even notice the elevator had stopped.
They were completely lost in each other.
Smart was nearly out of breath; his mouth was blocked every single moment.
"Why are you driving me crazy?" Jin whispered.
"Don't make me wait any longer…
Why are you torturing me when we both know how this ends?
One day… you'll be mine.
Why not sooner?"
Smart didn't speak, just let out soft moans of pleasure.
Jin slid his tongue along the side of Smart's neck, pausing there and sucking hard, leaving a mark immediately.
"You let Jake touch you here? Every inch of you… belongs to me," Jin thought, then continued nibbling.
"Ouch… that hurts… stop," Smart murmured.
"Let it hurt. You deserve it," Jin whispered, before pressing his lips back to Smart's.
He couldn't stop kissing Smart until Smart finally whispered in a low voice,
"Jin… don't yell… I think I'm going to throw up… I feel awful."
"Ah… I shouldn't have let you drink so much," Jin muttered, immediately scooping him up in his arms and carrying him to the bathroom.
After Smart vomited, Jin cleaned his face and carried him back to bed.
Smart changed into his pajamas, cuddled up against Jin, and then slipped under the blankets, nuzzling close for comfort.
Jin smiled, then went to take a shower.
After finishing, he came out to find Smart asleep.
He lay down next to him, wrapping him gently in his arms.
In that moment, Smart whispered in his sleep,
"Forgive me for every lie."
Then he shifted gently until he found Jin's chest and rested his head there.
Jin could feel Smart's breath the moment he laid his head down.
It gave the sense that Smart finally felt at peace.
Jin stroked his head, running his fingers through his hair.
"Every lie you tell bothers you, doesn't it?
I can feel it."
He kissed him on the head.
"I've forgiven you, my breath. Now sleep peacefully.
Your lies aren't dangerous.
If they were, believe me, I would have stopped them the moment I found out."
Jin took a deep breath, feeling a happiness that came from Smart sleeping beside him.
He turned off the light, but the room was still bathed in the glow of the moon and the stars beyond the glass wall.
✧ — ✧ — ✧
Han lay with his head on Dex's lap, his hands wrapped around his own stomach.
He was still drunk, yet a smile lingered on his face for no reason.
"Does your stomach still hurt, Han?" Dex asked, noticing where his hands rested.
"Mm… Dex, where are you?" he murmured, eyes closed, reaching out his hands as if to find him.
"I'm right here, beside you. Just try to calm down," Dex replied softly.
"Where are you? I can't see you…
Maybe I've gone blind, and I'll never see again," Han's voice trembled with sadness.
He leaned down toward Han's face and whispered,
"Open your eyes slowly."
Han's eyes fluttered open, gradually meeting Dex's gaze.
Their eyes locked closer than before, so close that their noses almost touched.
Dex felt caught in that gaze.
It was the first time he had ever looked at someone like that—in that position.
It was something entirely new for him.
Han smiled, then reached out a finger to gently touch Dex's nose.
"What a beautiful nose," he murmured.
A smile immediately appeared on Dex's lips at Han's little gesture.
"You're just a baby…
But such an adorable baby," Dex thought, gently stroking Han's eyebrows.
"Ah… it feels so good to have my face massaged!" Han murmured with effort.
Dex leaned back in his seat, just to keep himself in control.
He slowly moved his hands over Han's face, gently caressing him.
Then his fingers rested on Han's eyebrows, giving them a relaxing little massage.
Han, still caught in the moment of relaxation, started speaking again.
"Dex!" he called.
"Han—just enjoy it and try to calm down.
I know your stomach hurts, but hang on a little longer until we get there.
Don't talk too much, the alcohol is speaking for you!"
"Dex, do you know that I'm really your fan?!"
Dex heard it and felt a spark of happiness inside.
"Hmm… no! You didn't say that!
I'd like you to tell me when you're sober!"
"I really am your fan.
I love the beat you make!
Your voice! Your performance!"
Dex grew curious, knowing that in a normal moment, Han might never reveal these things.
A desire sparked in him to tease him even more while he was drunk.
"Why didn't you tell me when we first met?"
"Hmm… I don't know…
Can't really remember why…
Don't ask me such hard questions…
But I remember feeling really happy inside…
Just didn't wanna tell the tattooed guy this—hee… so, did I figure it out?"
Dex gently ran his fingers through Han's hair, trying to follow his words.
But Han was already rambling, barely making sense now.
"Do you know—" Han started again, but Dex cut him off right away.
"No, I don't. Just stay calm, okay? Don't tire yourself out talking."
"I… I'm gonna be… a DJ…
A super DJ… everyone's gonna be shouting my name non-stop…"
"Mm, okay, okay… when you become a DJ, I'll be there screaming for you," Dex said, not paying much attention to his words.
"I actually… started becoming a DJ just because I admired you…
To play your music…"
Dex was surprised, unsure if Han was really telling the truth.
"Really?" he asked.
"Hmm… yeah… but I didn't make it…
I didn't… I don't even know what I'm trying to say…
Whatever…
My thoughts are slipping away…
I don't know where they went…"
"Okay, okay… forget it. Just rest and get some sleep."
"I even… played once… at a pub…
I covered for a friend… a DJ friend of mine…
Yeah… a friend…
And you know what I did that night?"
"What?" Dex asked calmly, thinking Han was probably dreaming now.
"I played all your songs…
Yeah… I think I did!
Not a single track except yours…" Han laughed.
Dex was left speechless in that moment.
It suddenly reminded him of a night last year, when someone had played only his music, sparking his curiosity.
Could it have been Han? he wondered.
"Han… what were you wearing that night?" Dex asked right away.
"Wearing what?
Of course I was wearing something!
What, was I supposed to go out naked in front of people?
Dex, are you crazy… dirty mind…" he mumbled, closing his eyes.
"Han, don't fall asleep—
Tell me, were you wearing a mask that night?"
Han smiled and lifted his head toward him, his eyes half-closed.
"Hmmm…
That's right.
How did you figure it out?"
Dex's heart almost stopped in that moment.
His thoughts drifted back almost a year, to the night he had been at that pub, trying to find out who the masked DJ was—but he never managed to.
No one knew anything about him.
He looked at Han, still unable to believe it.
That DJ from that night… was Han.
The one he had searched for all night… was lying right beside him.
"Fuck… what is this now?" he thought, feeling unsettled.
A rush of mixed emotions stirred inside him.
Han smiled and rested his head against his chest.
"If I were a DJ again… I'd still play your songs…" Han murmured under his breath, then drifted off to sleep.
Dex started feeling strange during the drive, unable to think clearly anymore.
As soon as they arrived at his apartment, he immediately took Han to the bathroom, trying to wash his face and hands a little, then brought him to his room.
Han started talking nonsense again, even moving his hands around as he spoke.
Dex laid him down on the bed, covered him, then lay down beside him.
He decided to stay until he was sure Han felt better.
Han smiled in his sleep, then wrapped his arms around Dex's waist, pulling him close.
He probably thought he was a pillow.
Dex's heart was already pounding like crazy.
"Damn… my first time sleeping next to someone and doing nothing," he thought, gently stroking Han's hair.
Dex looked at that small, cute face, eyes sparkling.
His finger gently brushed Han's lips, caressing them softly..
I wish I could just tear down every wall I've built for myself…
Ah shit.. why does this feel so damn hard?
Dex muttered, then drifted off next to Han.
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