chanyeol ignores the pounding fists just on the other side of the bathroom door as he pushes jongin into the dirty tiles, stained with yellow and brown splotches of questionable origins.

their kiss is angry, heated. all teeth and tongue and shared spit as chanyeol grabs jongin’s hips a little too hard, sure enough to leave behind a smattering of bruises, jongin pulling on handfuls of chanyeol’s hair, making him wince with pain.

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