⥽ yeonjun's penthouse

@Choi Yeonjun Jongup glares at the compliment given. "Next time I'll just shove my down your throat and see how you like that." He wasn't sure if he would or not personally. It just felt weird to have Yeonjun comment on his smile like that. His mind stewing on that weird feeling. This brooding mood shifted his relaxed calm, almost carefree appearance into a grumpy man dressed in black.
"I don't know. Depends... You gonna say disgusting things the whole time." Jongup knew he wasn't being subtle with his rejection of the compliment but he didn't care. For the most part Yeonjun indulged him fairly well. Not that he really ever tried to be a brat or act up around him. Still Jongup decided to keep up his stupid rejection of a small compliment.

@Moon Jongupᵇᵉᵗᵃ “And it was a great ,” Yeonjun counters without missing a beat, studying the food critically for a moment before grabbing one of the spring rolls and leaving the kitchen with it. He lingers in the doorway between the rooms, studying Jongup with amusement as he takes a bite. “It’s interesting to remember that the same mouth that gives such pretty smiles is the same mouth that brought me to my knees. Take the compliment, Jongup.”

He finishes the spring roll in two more bites, never once looking away from Jongup as he mentally catalogues the changes from the last time he'd seen the male. “What are you up for this time?” What do you need from me?

@Choi Yeonjun Jongup chuckled as he watched Yeonjun. He knew he should probably be upset with the human for calling him pretty boy and not respecting their age gap. He should. But Jongup was breaking a lot of his rules by being here with Yeonjun so why should minding the age gap matter much.
"You're just saying that cause I have you the in the shower last time."
His smile gradually becoming more and more relaxed and natural as he spoke with Yeonjun. It always took a bit to relax when he first showed up at Yeonjun's place.

@Moon Jongupᵇᵉᵗᵃ "I had breakfast." It's not really an answer, especially when coffee is generally his breakfast, but Yeonjun also won't choose for the other male. He returns Jongup's smile with one of his own, the expression amused and just short of coy. "It's fine, pretty boy. We both know that while I'm a good lay, you really come over because I'm an amazing conversationalist. Come for the , stay for the pillow talk. And the shower."

He's not unaware of Jongup's game. But Yeonjun's neither innocent nor easy, and Jongup will have to work harder than that to trip him up. He thinks about saying as much, too, but instead winks and heads for the kitchen to either eat or tuck the takeout away.

@Choi Yeonjun "Depends. The way you're eyeing me I think you might be more interested in waiting." Jongup tilts his head, his hair falling over his eye. Yeonjun was the only one that he dared show his smile to. Or even his mole. He usually tried to cover it up with concealer. It was an identifying mark. "One might think I only come over here to screw your brains out if you keep talking like that."
Teasing Yeonjun didn't feel as dangerous as it had in the begining. He had been worried about breaking him before. Now he liked seeing if he could make him blush with words alone.

@Moon Jongupᵇᵉᵗᵃ He snorts, leaning over the back of the couch as he eyes Jongup thoughtfully. "I wasn't asking about that. I was asking about /you/." Contrary to what seemed to be popular belief among the circles Yeonjun ran, he did care about his bed partners. He knew Jongup didn't like talking about the bull he was running from, and that was just fine with Yeonjun -- it means Jongup didn't ask /him/ about that , either. It was mutually beneficial.

"It's that time of the month," he says instead, "isn't it?" Yeonjun's eyes track the length of Jongup's bared arms before rising back to his face. "I was asking how /you/ are, and whether I have time to eat or if I should wait."

@Choi Yeonjun Jongup flashes Yeonjun a smile. "You don't want to know. I told you last visit."
He knew that it was common nature for people to ask but he didn't want to give him his pathetic sob story. The best thing about their arrangement was there was no getting attached. There was no expectations. Yeonjun just let things happen. Jongup appreciated that. He takes his blazer off revealing his bare toned arms. The black vest the only thing keeping his chest from being bare.

@Moon Jongupᵇᵉᵗᵃ "I didn't put in work," Yeonjun calls from the bathroom as he gently dries his face. "I have to eat sometimes. Food is a requisite for humans as much as it is for wolves." Work would be Yeonjun putting in the effort to get the ingredients to make something healthy and delicious instead of takeout or the exceptionally lazy ramen made from whatever he has in his cabinets or fridge.

Skincare done, Yeonjun wanders out of the bathroom, dragging a hand through his hair. "Sorry," he says by way of greeting, seeing Jongup perched on the couch. "My class ran late, but I've been pushing for this for so long I didn't dare raise a fuss about it. How you feeling?"

@Choi Yeonjun Jongup chuckles, a rare smile on his face as he watches the human stumble off towards the bathroom. He closes the door behind him. Slowly he made his way to the food and places everything out on plates. Jongup noted how this felt strangely less weird then his shared meal with his roommate. He wasn't sure what the difference was. He waited for Yeonjun to emerge from the bathroom.
He sat down on the couch to wait, running his tongue along his bottom lip. "You don't have to put in too much work."
Jongup taps on his leg staring down the door.

@Moon Jongupᵇᵉᵗᵃ Yeonjun doesn’t always know when Jongup’s dropping by, but he has learned when the other’s male cycle strikes -- a perk of being moderately close to the previous pack alpha meant that he wasn’t completely oblivious...for a human. But sometimes Jongup does just drop by, crashing on his couch or in his bed for an evening or two before disappearing again. Not that it matters. Yeonjun doesn’t have people over often, his life in the limelight enough to deter him from letting others close. Jongup had been an accident, a special case. Jongup is a special case.

He’s cleaning the makeup from his face, having just changed out of what he’d worn for the day’s schedules, when his phone vibrates on the sink counter. A glance at the lit screen shows a message from Jongup. Yeonjun swears, torn between finishing and going for the door. In the end, he goes, stumbling into furniture in his half-blind haste.

“Sorry.” It’s the first thing Yeonjun says after opens the door, delayed further by peeking through the peephole to verify his visitor’s identity. Jongup looks nice in his suit, the sort of nice that Yeonjun would expect from someone living or visiting in the building. It’s a shame that he’s still half blind and can't fully appreciate it.

“Come inside,” he says, opening the door further. “Close the door behind you, I just--” There’s a muffled swear of annoyance as, predictably, he runs into the edge of a table on his way back to the bathroom. “Let me finish cleaning up. There’s takeout in the kitchen if you want. Drinks.”

@Choi Yeonjun Jongup wore a black face mask to compliment his outfit. It was as nice as he could get, given his situation. A form fitting three piece suit. Well, he didn't bother putting a shirt under the vest. What was the point? He got the point across without needing the extra clothes. His silver chain hung from his neck to occupy the space. Jongup had a feeling that his outfit wouldn't matter when he was let inside. He ran a hand through his hair and texted him.
'I'm outside your door.'
He refused to ever knock on the door. He would only ever text Yeonjun to tell him that he was here. This was far quieter and stole less attention than Jongup banging on the door like a thug. Plus, Jongup tried to look like the type of guest Yeonjun would be seen with to make people ignore him. He only sent a second text if he never heard any movement inside the apartment. Jongup sighs and starts to type out another text to him.