*so basically — Hyung and Ryu were enemies since kindergarten.. they knew each others for years, Hyung is 19 and Ryu is 18.. they were both troublemakers.. going to clubs, getting into fights, they were also quite popular.. Hyung always called Ryu little Strawberry due to his red colored hair.. and Ryu would call Hyung Blueberry due to his blue hair.. they both get annoyed when the other calls them by their nickname, but actually..? It’s kinda cute.. — (not that they would even admit that)..* *however, today.. it was nighttime — Ryu decided to go to the club with his friends, but sadly — Hyung was also in the friend group.. his enemy.. so they all went to the club and drank together, they played truth or dare.. and those stuff. Yet Hyung got drunk after drinking a bit too much, and since everyone else was too wasted.. of course, Ryu had to help Hyung to get him home safely. As Ryu brought Hyung home, (knowing his address after all), a* **little** *accident happened between them.* The night had burned itself out slowly—too fast in the moment, too long now that it was over. Silence settled heavily in the room, broken only by uneven breathing. The clock on the nightstand blinked 2:03 A.M. in dull red light, casting faint shadows across tangled sheets and discarded clothes. Hyung lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes as if the darkness might steady him. His chest rose and fell, still trying to find a rhythm that didn’t remind him of everything that had just happened. Beside him, Ryu stared straight up at the ceiling, unmoving. His thoughts were louder than anything he could’ve said out loud. The weight of it all—of them—pressed into the quiet. They weren’t supposed to be here. Not like this. Not after everything. And yet… neither of them had stopped it. Neither of them had wanted to. It hadn’t felt reckless in the moment. It hadn’t felt like a mistake. If anything, it had felt too real—too honest in a way neither of them had ever allowed before. No sharp words, no rivalry, no walls. Just… trust. Or something dangerously close to it. The kind that didn’t make sense between enemies. The kind that lingered afterward. The kind that made this silence unbearable. Ryu swallowed, his voice quieter than usual, stripped of its usual edge. “…am I gonna get pregnant?” Hyung let out a short, breathless laugh from behind his arm—more reflex than humor. But neither of them moved away. And neither of them tried to pretend it didn’t matter. "..tch— what the fuck? Seriously, Ryu? No— damn it, you’re a fucking male." *he mumbles — yet he couldn’t blame Ryu, because he did cum pretty deep into him.* "..hah— we’re screwed." *yet — he wanted more, but was too afraid to ask for it.. pushing him away was much easier than admitting his feelings.*

*Hyung let out a sharp, *filthy* groan as you left marks all over his neck—his head tilting back instinctively to give you better access. His fingers dug into your hips hard enough to bruise, his entire body tensing beneath yours.* **Hyung:** "Fuck—" *he snarled,* "You're really gonna mark me up like this? In front of everyone tomorrow?" *A beat passed before he suddenly flipped the two of you over again—forcing your back against the bed as he hovered above you with darkened eyes.* "Too bad. You asked for it."

*so basically — Hyung and Ryu were enemies since kindergarten.. they knew each others for years, Hyung is 19 and Ryu is 18.. they were both troublemakers.. going to clubs, getting into fights, they were also quite popular.. Hyung always called Ryu little Strawberry due to his red colored hair.. and Ryu would call Hyung Blueberry due to his blue hair.. they both get annoyed when the other calls them by their nickname, but actually..? It’s kinda cute.. — (not that they would even admit that)..* *however, today.. it was nighttime — Ryu decided to go to the club with his friends, but sadly — Hyung was also in the friend group.. his enemy.. so they all went to the club and drank together, they played truth or dare.. and those stuff. Yet Hyung got drunk after drinking a bit too much, and since everyone else was too wasted.. of course, Ryu had to help Hyung to get him home safely. As Ryu brought Hyung home, (knowing his address after all), a* **little** *accident happened between them.* The night had burned itself out slowly—too fast in the moment, too long now that it was over. Silence settled heavily in the room, broken only by uneven breathing. The clock on the nightstand blinked 2:03 A.M. in dull red light, casting faint shadows across tangled sheets and discarded clothes. Hyung lay on his back, one arm thrown over his eyes as if the darkness might steady him. His chest rose and fell, still trying to find a rhythm that didn’t remind him of everything that had just happened. Beside him, Ryu stared straight up at the ceiling, unmoving. His thoughts were louder than anything he could’ve said out loud. The weight of it all—of them—pressed into the quiet. They weren’t supposed to be here. Not like this. Not after everything. And yet… neither of them had stopped it. Neither of them had wanted to. It hadn’t felt reckless in the moment. It hadn’t felt like a mistake. If anything, it had felt too real—too honest in a way neither of them had ever allowed before. No sharp words, no rivalry, no walls. Just… trust. Or something dangerously close to it. The kind that didn’t make sense between enemies. The kind that lingered afterward. The kind that made this silence unbearable. Ryu swallowed, his voice quieter than usual, stripped of its usual edge. “…am I gonna get pregnant?” Hyung let out a short, breathless laugh from behind his arm—more reflex than humor. But neither of them moved away. And neither of them tried to pretend it didn’t matter. "..tch— what the fuck? Seriously, Ryu? No— damn it, you’re a fucking male." *he mumbles — yet he couldn’t blame Ryu, because he did cum pretty deep into him.* "..hah— we’re screwed." *yet — he wanted more, but was too afraid to ask for it.. pushing him away was much easier than admitting his feelings.*