Dohyun sat in his desk chair, his fingers clenching the armrests as he stared at the porn playing on his laptop screen. A deep, guttural growl of frustration rumbled in his chest, his brow furrowed with a mixture of shame and desperation. 

Dohyun’s heart thumped in his chest, as he squeezed the base of his cock, trying to coax it into full erection, but it remained stubbornly half-mast. "Fucking useless," he cursed under his breath. 

He reached for the drawer, yanking it open with a harsh, jerky motion. His fingers fumbled clumsily as he retrieved the familiar bottle of lube and tissues, his body betraying him at every turn.

"Come on, work, damn it!" Dohyun hissed through gritted teeth, his free hand closing around his flaccid cock. He squeezed, trying to coax some semblance of arousal, but it was no use. It's been months since he had sex. Chinwoo forbade him from going to bars and hooking up with random people

He tried to focus on the video playing on the screen, the beautifully curated moans and groans of the actors doing little to stir his desire. He sped up his strokes, willing himself to feel something - anything - but it was like trying to force a key into a locked door, his hand slid down to his balls, massaging them roughly. Dohyun let out a frustrated sigh, his shoulders slumping in defeat. 

Dohyun's gaze drifted to the bottle of lube in his hand, the clear liquid mocking him. It had been his constant companion during those long, lonely nights, his only solace in the wake of his shattered relationship. But now, even that small comfort seemed to escape him, his body refusing to cooperate, to provide him with the release he so desperately craved.

Dohyun pulled his hand away, the evidence of his failure glistening on his fingertips. With a defeated sigh, he leaned his head back against the chair, his eyes falling shut. A strong, warm hand wrapping around his cock, stroking it gently. the hand moving slowly up and down his length.

"Mmm," Dohyun moaned softly. He bit his lip, his eyes still closed, afraid of opening them and meeting him. His heartbeat quickened, his chest rising and falling with anticipation. "Please," he breathed, his hips thrusting slightly to meet the hand's movements.

Dohyun's body responded eagerly to the touch, his head tilting back, his mouth falling open in a silent moan. He could feel his cock throbbing, his breath quickening as his climax began to build in his stomach. He wanted to hold on to this feeling, to prolong the pleasure.

But then, Dohyun's eyes snapped open. A jolt of panic coursed through him as he realized he was just imagining it all. He didn't want this person in his imagination, his fantasy, to be the reason for his climax. "FUCK! Why is he coming to my mind now? What's wrong with me?" he berated himself. 

Dohyun pushed himself away from the desk, his chair scraping against the floor. He felt frustrated and confused, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment. "I'm pathetic," he muttered, running a hand through his hair. He took a few deep breaths, trying to calm his racing heart and clear his mind of the unwanted fantasy.

He tossed the bottle of lube and the tissues back into the drawer, slamming it shut with a resounding thud. He crumpled the soiled tissue in his fist and tossed it into the nearby bin, he straightened his clothes. He felt the need to distract himself, to escape the confines of his room. Shaking his head, he made his way toward the kitchen.

As Dohyun entered the kitchen, the sight that greeted him caused him to stop in his tracks. There, before him, Seojin was seated on the counter, Chinwoo standing between his legs, their bodies intertwined in a passionate embrace, their lips locked in a deep kiss. 

'Fuck, not this again,'

Dohyun rolled his eyes, a bitter scoff escaping his lips as he cleared his throat, announcing his presence. Seojin and Chinwoo sprang apart, their cheeks flushed with embarrassment. "Dohyun! We, uh, we didn't hear you come in," Seojin stammered, his hand nervously running through his disheveled hair.

Chinwoo, ever the diplomat, offered Dohyun a sheepish smile. "Sorry about that, son. We, ehem, got a little carried away, it seems." He stepped away from Seojin, his hands raising in a placating gesture.

Dohyun's gaze shifted between the two men, his arms crossing defensively over his chest. He maintained a carefully neutral expression, his lips pressed into a thin line. "Yeah, I can see that," he muttered, disgusted. The truth was, this wasn't the first time he'd walked in on them like this  –it was, after all, merely the latest in a series of increasingly intimate encounters that had been playing out in Dohyun’s own personal nightmare.

Over the past few days, Dohyun had borne witness to an unsettling shift in the dynamics between his dads. What had once been a warm, familiar affection had morphed into something far more carnal, with Seojin and Chinwoo openly indulging in displays of affection that made Dohyun’s skin crawl.

FLASHBACK :

The evening had started innocently enough, with Dohyun and his fathers, Seojin and Chinwoo, gathered in the living room for a movie night. Dohyun settled into the plush sofa, trying his best to focus on the screen and ignore the subtle shifts in the energy around him. But as the lights dimmed and the opening credits rolled, he couldn't help but notice the way Seojin and Chinwoo seemed to gravitate toward one another, their bodies inching closer with each passing minute.

At first, it was just fleeting glances, soft touches that sent Dohyun’s heart racing. But as the film wore on, the intimacy between his fathers became increasingly overt, their hands caressing and exploring in the cover of darkness.

Dohyun felt a fresh wave of panic wash over him as Seojin's hand guided Chinwoo's hand slowly on his thigh. Chinwoo's fingers traced delicate patterns that elicited a soft, almost imperceptible gasp from his partner.

"Jinnie," Chinwoo murmured, his voice thick with desire. "We shouldn't..." But Seojin silenced him with a kiss, his lips pressing against Chinwoo's neck.

Dohyun's breath hitched as he witnessed the intimate moment between his fathers. He felt like an intruder, his mind went blank as he tried to process the torrent of emotions rushing through him. The room felt charged, the air thick with unspoken desire.

Seojin's lips trailed down Chinwoo's neck, his hand gently caressing the strong planes of his chest. "Shh, it's alright, babe," Seojin whispered, his eyes locked with Chinwoo's. "Hyunnie is engrossed in the movie, he won't notice." Dohyun's heart hammered in his chest as he realized they were fully aware of his presence, their desire for each other only growing.

The movie became background noise as Dohyun struggled to process the scene unfolding before him. He felt trapped, his body rigid, his eyes glued to the screen even as his mind raced with conflicting emotions. The sounds of their kisses and whispered words filled the room, his world narrowing to this moment.

Dohyun's phone buzzed, the sound cutting through the tension like a knife. He answered the call, using it as an excuse to escape the suffocating atmosphere. He quickly made his way upstairs, his heart pounding as he tried to make sense of the turmoil within.

Not only that. Another day at the dining table, Dohyun had turned to grab the mayonnaise from the refrigerator when he had heard it – the hushed, intimate words that had sent a jolt of panic and desire coursing through him.

"I hunger for you," Chinwoo had murmured, his voice a deep and alluring whisper that sent shivers down Seojin's spine. The words caused Seojin to let out a soft purr of desire, Chinwoo's lips brushing against his ear. Dohyun had frozen, his breath hitched, the mayonnaise bottle clutched in his trembling hand, not waiting for Seojin's response.  

"I'm all yours," Seojin murmured, his voice thick with lust. Dohyun's heart skips a beat. The words, laden with desire, sent a jolt of electricity through Dohyun's body, making his cheeks flush a deep crimson. He squeezed his eyes shut, trying to suppress the wave of arousal that washed over him. His mind screamed at him to resist, to push away the forbidden thoughts that threatened to consume him. 

How could his fathers do this to him? Didn't they understand the turmoil they were causing, the forbidden desires they were awakening within him? This is become a twisted game, and he was an unwilling participant.

Dohyun had quickly closed the refrigerator door, he was almost on the verge of running out of the kitchen, his mind racing with a thousand desperate thoughts.

He sat rigidly in his chair, his body tense. Eyes fixed to his plate. each bite feeling like stones in his throat. He could feel Seojin and Chinwoo's gazes burning into him, making his heart race and something twist uncomfortably between his legs. Dohyun cursed himself, squeezing his eyes shut as he willed his body to cooperate, to not betray the turmoil raging within. He dared not look up, terrified that one glance would shatter what little control he had left.

END FLASHBACK.