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The call starts, “Is this Chris Bahng?”
He almost hangs up. A prank call, a stalker fan who managed to find his number. But the caller continues, “I’m calling about Han Jisung?”
Which. Shit.
“Is he okay?” Chan is already standing up, fumbling around for his bag and keys.
“Yeah? Yeah, mostly. I’m calling because he passed out during a piercing, and you’re his emergency contact listed on his consent form.”
Chan pauses, halfway out the door. “Jesus- Okay. Can you tell me the studio address? I’ll come pick him up.”
“Sure, I’ll send it to you now. He’s conscious, just a little dizzy.”
His phone pings with a message, a link to the piercing studio’s address. “Alright, I’ll be there soon.”
“Jisung-ah! Your hyung is on his way!” The piercer calls, “Okay, thanks man. See you soon.”
He rolls to a stop outside of the studio’s storefront. This area of Seoul isn’t one Chan is familiar with, and he can’t imagine what it is about this particular studio that would make Jisung come all the way out here.
Still, he steps inside and feels relief that at least it seems nice. White walls, shiny floors. It smells like bleach and chemicals, smells clean.
There’s a girl at the front desk with headphones on, and she looks up at him with bored eyes, disinterested in who he is. “Do you have an appointment?” She asks, pulling one side of her headphones off her ear. She has two silver studs below her lip, and one in the center of her cupid's bow. Her septum is filled with the thickest hoop Chan has ever seen.
“Uh. No? I’m here for-”
“Channie-hyungggg!” Jisung’s voice rings out from the back, all whiny and petulant.
“I’m here for him,” Chan finishes.
The front-desk girl giggles, smiling, “Ah, shit, yeah, he said his hyungie was coming. He dropped like a doll, man.”
A man comes out from the back then, smacking the girls shoulder. “I told you to stop being rude to strangers,” He scolds, but she looks up at him and grins.
“She’s fine,” Chan shakes his head, “Is Jisung-”
“Yeah, yeah,” The guy waves him over, “You can follow me.”
The hallway isn’t too long, and he leads Chan to the last room.
Inside, Jisung is sitting on a chair, a juicebox in hand. Besides the flush on his cheeks, he looks remarkably normal.
“Hyung,” He pouts, big blinking eyes and round mouth.
Hopelessly endeared, Chan can’t help but reach out to pat his head. “Hey, Hannie. How you feelin’?”
“Fine,” He sighs, “Better.”
The piercer lingers by the door, “He’s fine to go, if he’s ready. He didn’t hit his head, just slumped over in the chair, so we didn’t call an ambulance or anything.”
“Okay. You ready to go?”
Jisung nods, standing on wobbly legs.
They follow the piercer back out to the lobby.
“Cash or card?” The girl at the front desk asks, and Jisung fumbles for his wallet.
“Wait, you still got a piercing?” Chan frowns. Jisung’s ears look intact, only his lobe piercings visible. Nothing in his face, either.
Fear strikes as Chan’s eyes flicker down to Jisung’s chest.
“Card,” Jisung nods.
“‘Kay. It’ll be ₩225k.”
Jisung nods, and hands her his card. Chan feels frozen, confused, curious. He’s still looking over Jisung’s body, searching for tiny holes and new metal. But the transaction ends and Jisung is waving goodbye and thanking his piercer and pushing Chan towards the door.
“Good thing you parked on the street, I seriously feel like I could still fall over,” Jisung babbles, sliding into the passenger seat, “It didn’t even hurt that bad, honestly it was just the shock of it all.”
He’s still talking when Chan gets in the driver's seat, his hands falling into place on the wheel. “What piercing did you even get? I don’t even see anything, haha.”
Jisung goes quiet as the engine starts, and they peel off down the street. “Hm?”
“The piercing? At the studio where you just passed out?”
“Right, right. Um.”
“Um?” Chan laughs nervously, “What, did you get your nipples pierced?”
“No,” Jisung answers quickly, but truthfully. His ears are bright red when Chan spares a glance at him.
“So… what? Belly button?” That would suit him, Chan thinks. A pretty little silver bar, the metal against his tan skin. Even if the image makes Chan’s palms feel clammy, nervous in a way he can’t explain.
“Umm.”
“What is with the um’ing? Just tell me.”
“You won’t be weird about it?”
“Weird about it? Jisung, what the hell did you pierce?” He’s starting to really get nervous now.
They’re almost back to Chan’s dorm, the thought of taking Jisung to his own not having even crossed his mind.
“Maybe I want to keep it private!”
“Private?” Chan laughs, pulling into the building, “Jisung.”
He pulls into his spot, and they sit there for a minute in the quiet.
“I got my dick pierced.”
Chan is going to throw up.
“Hyung-”
But Chan is already out of the car, beelining to the apartment.
“Hyung!” Jisung calls out after him, and it repeats like this until they’re inside, and Jisung is following Chan to his room. “Hyung.”
“You got your fucking dick pierced?” Chan turns around, stepping forward until Jisung’s back is against the door. His eyes are huge, mouth pinched.
“You asked! You asked what I got pierced and I told you!”
“Your dick?”
“Yes!”
“Why?”
There’s a line of thinking that he should probably be following. It’s dangerous, the piercer could have recognized him, there could be pictures of his pierced cock on the internet by tomorrow. But Chan isn’t thinking about any of that. He’s too busy feeling his brain melt like candyfloss, a sticky puddle of Jisung’s dick. Jisung’s dick that now has metal pierced through it.
“I don’t- what? Because I wanted to!”
“What the fuck,” Chan laughs, and he realizes suddenly how close to Jisung he is. How his hands are on his shoulder, pinning him to the door. “Is that even legal?”
“To get a dick piercing? Why would that be illegal?”
“I don’t know! I don’t know any studios that do. That. That place Minho and Hyunjin go to definitely don’t.”
Not to mention that piercers all need a medical licence. Did the guy who pierced Jisung have one? Chan didn’t even ask, didn’t look for a certificate on the wall. Fuck, did Jisung get a black market cock piercing?
“That’s why I didn’t go to the place Minho and Hyunjin go to,” Jisung says gently, “It’s just a piercing, hyung.”
“Show me.”
“Show-?”
His hands are already on Jisung’s waistband. Fingers already curling into the elastic and tugging.
His shorts go down easily. Then his boxers.
“Hyung,” Jisung gasps, but he’s frozen. He doesn’t move or push Chan away when he sinks to his knees.
Chan doesn’t know much about dick piercings. But there isn’t one through the head. No stud or ring of bar. So he curls a hand around Jisung’s shaft to look at the underside, and there. Finally.
A little silver bar right beneath the head, pierced through the glans.
“What’s it called?”
“What?” Jisung wheezes, and Chan swears he can feel the throb of his heartbeat through his cock, right against his palm.
“The name of the piercing, Jisung, are you even listening to me?”
“Hyung, I’m-”
“Then tell me what it’s called,” He runs a thumb softly over the line of the piercing, careful not to irritate it.
“A frenum,” Jisung chokes, and his cock throbs again. It’s filling out in Chan’s hand, going warm with blood. “It’s-”
“I see what it is. Did they give you care instructions? Rules?”
He thumbs over the piercing again, the thin stretch of skin covering the center of the barbell. Jisung is almost fully hard now, and he still fits entirely into Chan’s palm.
“It takes, um. Four. Six to twelve weeks to fully heal,” His head thumbs back against the door, and Chan watches as his eyes slip shut, his throat bobbing. “Clean it twice a day. Um. Wait- wait a few weeks to have sex. And with a condom until it’s fully healed.”
Chan laughs, unable to help it. It comes out mean, disbelieving. In his hand, Jisung’s cock pulses. The tip is a mean red, a bead of pre-cum building in the slit.
“Hyung, please,” Jisung whimpers.
“Please?”
“Just-” He takes a shaky breath, “If you keep. If you keep doing that I’m gonna cum.”
“I haven’t even done anything.”
“I know,” Jisung whines, more pre-cum gathering, “Fuck. Hyung, I’m serious.”
“Are you even allowed to cum yet? I thought you can’t have sex for a few weeks, right? All because you wanted to make your cock all pretty.” His thumb swipes over the wet head of Jisung’s cock without thinking.
Jisung’s hips kick, trying to thrust into the ring of Chan’s hand.
“No penetrative sex,” Jisung gasps like he’s losing air, shaking when Chan uses his other hand to press his hips against the door. “I can jerk off after a few days. Fuck. Fuck, I’m really-”
“It’s only been an hour,” Chan cocks his head watching as Jisung struggles against him. “Maybe two.” So he pulls his hands away, lets Jisung’s cock go and laughs when it barely drops, hard enough to poke out straight.
Jisung cries out, hiccuping. His hips push forward again like he’s trying to fuck into something, and Chan is stuck on watching the glint of metal with each pathetic thrust.
“Hyung, please.”
“Why did you pierce your cock?”
“I told you, because I wanted to!” Pre-cum blurts from his cockhead and Chan swipes it away, sticky on the pad of his thumb.
“Why your cock? Not an ear piercing, or nose, or belly button.”
“I don’t know! I saw it online- saw someone with it online and I liked how it looked!”
Chan twitches, hand reaching out to hold Jisung’s cock again. He holds it up, presses it to Jisung’s pelvis.
“No other reason?”
Jisung wails, leaking into his pubic hair.
“I heard it felt good,” Jisung finally admits on a hiccup, and Chan can see the way his balls tighten, how the vein running along his shaft throbs. He might cum from this alone, he thinks. Barely a hand touching him. “I heard-” He sucks in a shaky breath, “I heard it made it feel good.”
“Yeah?” Chan’s heart pauses, and he squeezes Jisung’s shaft, hand circling the base of his cock. He tries to seem calm and normal, and not like the idea of Jisung getting his cock pierced so sex feels better is ruining his life. “Feel good for you or them?”
“Them?” Jisung's eyes blink open finally, looking down at Chan with tears building.
“The people you’re having sex with, Hannie. Does it make it better for you or them?”
“No, hyung- better for me! I’m not- I’m not having sex!” He’s shaking his head, pulsing in Chan’s hand, “It’s supposed to make jerking off better, too. It’s not for anyone. Just for me! I promise, hyung, I promise. Fuck. Fuck, I’m so close, please, Channie- hyung, let me cum.”
Chan is somewhere far, far away from here. His brain is cotton, his mouth is dry. He’s outside of his body, listening to himself tell Jisung to cum and lifting a hand up to catch it in his palm.
Jisung is crying as he spills, his piercing nudging against Chan’s fingers as he does. It feels like it’s gone on for so long when it finally ends, Jisung crumpling to the ground until he’s finally at Chan’s level again.
“I-”
“What is wrong with you!” Jisung shouts, pushing Chan’s shoulders until he falls flat on his back, “Are you crazy!”
His cum is still in Chan’s hand. Chan blinks at him, mouth gaping. “I don’t know-”
“Jesus Christ,” Jisung is saying, climbing on top of Chan. “You’re fucking insane. Do you know that?”
“I’m sorry,” He shakes his head, “Holy shit. Jisung-”
“Freak!” But then Jisung is kissing him, furrowing his brow as he licks into his mouth. It’s brief, but messy. Dirty. “Fuck. Come on, you are so helping me clean this!” He pulls back, tugging his shorts back up his hips and standing. He holds out a hand to help pull Chan up, shouting when Chan reaches back with the hand still covered in cum. “And wash that shit! Pervert.”