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Chanyeol opened his eyes as his room suddenly lit up. His head was still dizzy from waking up so fast. He looked at the clock on the wall which showed two o'clock in the morning. Who had turned on the bright lights like this?
He blinked, then widened his eyes again as he saw a glowing figure in his room. He was scared, but also curious.
"Who's that??" Chanyeol was still holding onto his blanket, afraid that the creature would turn around and have a scary face. Although Chanyeol doubted it had a face. But the figure was human-shaped, as far as Chanyeol could tell. So it must have a face, hopefully.
The neon-green glowing light turned around, hearing the voice of the boy who was still sitting on the bed, looking terrified.
The light slowly faded and disappeared, making Chanyeol pull down his blanket. The room became dark again like when Chanyeol was sleeping, and Chanyeol slowly got up to turn on the bedroom light beside the door. He could just run out of the room and barge in to his parents' room. He was tall, but not big enough to fight whatever came into his room.
But he chose to turn on the light.
The figure was now clearly visible, and thankfully, it looked more and more human. Human and could glow in the dark. The figure closed his eyes twice, and a light shone from them, scanning Chanyeol from head to toe.
"May I stay here for awhile, please?" it said in a deep, friendly tone.
Chanyeol raised an eyebrow. He expected the figure to say something cliché like,
'I come in peace,' or some other classic alien line.
Wait, he's an alien, right?
"Who are you?"
The figure grinned, "Pardon me. I'm J1401-94. My plane crashed in your yard, and it needs some time to repair itself. Can I rest here for a while?"
"Huh??"
What plane? In my yard? Mom and Dad would know if a plane crashed in front of our house! Also, what was his name? J fourteen, zero one, dash, what comes after dash? Huh???
Chanyeol shook his head. So much information he caught in this early morning. He wanted to look out the window, to see what plane had crashed, and why he hadn't heard anything because a plane crash would have made a huge noise.
Chanyeol also wanted to ask what name he had mentioned earlier, why it was all numbers that he couldn't remember. So he decided to ask the creature.
"Are you an alien?"
He grinned wider until his eyes narrowed.
"You earth creatures watch movies too often, don't you? You just know right away."
I'm pretty much sure he's an alien.
The creature then raised his hand, motioning for Chanyeol to come closer. Chanyeol remained stubbornly standing where he was, worried he would hurt him. However, he assured him it was harmless, so Chanyeol slowly moved forward.
Then he pointed towards his yard and Chanyeol's breath hitched. Plane debris was scattered all over his grass. The plane wasn't a large commercial passenger plane like the one Chanyeol saw in the sky. It was a small type of plane that can only carry one person, or one alien. The hardware there was also destroyed and emitting electrical currents, indicating a short circuit and no longer usable. Chanyeol then looked back at the figure next to him, who was now smiling resignedly.
Okay, he's definitely an alien.
"Oh God, that's- I have to tell Mom and Dad," Chanyeol said, turning around. He could grab his phone, news about aliens can make his TikTok account viral in an instant. Not to mention the TV stations that will come to publish it, it will definitely be a big deal if this is broadcasted throughout the country.
"Please don't!" The figure raised both hands and waved them in front of Chanyeol. "Don't tell anyone, it'll make things complicated."
"People will notice, look at those mess!"
"That's easy." The guy snapped his fingers. The scattered debris instantly vanished. Chanyeol's eyes widened, amazed at how clean his yard was, as if no plane had crashed.
"H-how is that possible?"
"I'll hide it for now, but the real thing is still there," he said, snapping his fingers again. Then the crashed plane was seen there again, just like when Chanyeol saw it the first time.
"What's your name?" the figure asked, seeing Chanyeol still open his mouth, stunned.
"Chanyeol. I'm Park Chanyeol." Chanyeol replied quietly.
"Human names are so short, aren't they? Anyway, If J fourteen zero one dash nine four feels too long, just call me Jongin."
Minutes passed quickly as the two of them got to know each other. His drowsiness vanished, replaced by a surge of dopamine from meeting the alien Jongin. All of Chanyeol's curiosity was answered as the two of them talked on the bed.
"What do you want to eat?" Chanyeol asked, being the good host he was. He didn't know what aliens ate, and he wasn't sure if his mom had any alien food in the kitchen. This was a good opportunity to ask what aliens ate. He couldn't have snacked on a meteorite, right?
"Flesh, of course."
"Uh, chicken or beef?"
"Human flesh, especially those with blood type A," said the alien casually. "Yum, delicious."
Chanyeol listened to Jongin's answer with his pale face. He'll be dead, eaten by an alien before his eyes. Chanyeol had blood type A, and he was also a human, a perfect target for him. He shouldn't have gotten so comfortable with the alien's presence. He should have chased the alien away when Jongin first landed, if he'd known he'd end up being eaten.
"Don't worry, I only eat humans that are only three days old."
Jesus Christ! Chanyeol thought, still frozen in horror.
"I'm kidding! No, I'm not the kind of alien that eats humans, relax."
Chanyeol breathed a sigh of relief. He didn't know aliens could joke around like humans. Jongin said aliens didn't eat on his planet, but he didn't know if they needed food on Earth either. He would find out while waiting for his plane to be repaired.
Chanyeol then asked why his plane had crashed. Jongin explained that he'd just gotten his driver's license, but this was his first time flying around Earth and wasn't familiar with the zone when a sudden solar storm hit. So he crashed and ended up on Earth, right in Chanyeol's yard.
"How old are you?" Chanyeol asked curiously. Maybe they are the same age, so they can talk more comfortably.
"Maybe a hundred years ago? I didn't count."
"Please do." Chanyeol insisted. He could just Google it and find the answer. But if the alien was right in front of him, why not just ask him directly?
The alien put out his fingers to count. "On my planet, it's about a hundred years, subtract the distance and time spent traveling in space, and when I arrive on Earth, my age will be..."
Chanyeol waited impatiently.
"...twenty years."
"Wow, you're two years younger than me!"
They both laughed.
When Chanyeol looked deeper, Jongin really does look like a human. He had hair like Chanyeol's, stunning caramel-brown skin, and other human-like features. He was handsome, even, for an alien.
There was nothing weird about him.
"Why aren't you weird?" Chanyeol asked curiously. "Aliens are weird."
The alien that Chanyeol knew all this time: had one (or three) eyes, scary fangs protruding from its mouth, also a sticky and slimy disgusting skin like the typical image of aliens on television.
"Have you ever met an alien anywhere else?"
"On TV? Yeah, nevermind."
"I'll show you something cool, but later." Jongin chuckled as he got up from bed. He stared out Chanyeol's bedroom window, observing the vortex surrounding his poor plane.
He looked at the percentage in the vortex's body, it was still five percent of the plane's completion. This was going to be a very long repair.
"Gosh!" Chanyeol shouted, holding his head. "It's four in the morning! I didn't have time to go back to sleep, what should I do?"
"Well, just go to sleep then." the alien replied casually.
"I'm not tired anymore! What if I sleep in the class?" Chanyeol asked, panicking.
"What time do you start?"
"Eight o'clock, there's morning class. But I haven't had breakfast, showered, and—"
"Easy. Just go to bed, I'll wake you up at seven. I guarantee you won't be sleeping on class." Jongin then approached Chanyeol and stroked his head while humming a tune Chanyeol couldn't understand. Slowly, his eyes grew heavy, and he fell into a deep sleep.
Jongin was right. Chanyeol woke up at seven in the morning and felt fresher than usual. He glanced out the window, and saw Jongin outside, observing the progress of his plane being repaired. Chanyeol then hurried off without saying goodbye to his new friend. He was going to stay in Chanyeol's room all day anyway, not going anywhere.
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That afternoon Chanyeol ran home, he didn't have time to relieve himself on campus because the sky was indicating it was going to rain soon. He'd actually been drinking a lot of water since morning because the weather was so hot, and he hadn't been to the bathroom all day. It suddenly got dark, so Chanyeol decided to pee at home.
"What are you doing?" Jongin asked as Chanyeol unzipped his pants and began to empty his bladder.
"YAHHH!"
"What's wrong?"
"Get out!!"
Jongin then came out from the gap in the bathroom door with his lips pursed. Jongin was surprised, Chanyeol wasn't angry with his presence since yesterday. Why was he angry now?
Not long after, the sound of the toilet flushing was heard, and Chanyeol emerged with a red face.
"Don't come in when I'm inside!" Chanyeol said, his hands on his hips. Did this alien have no manners?
"What's wrong? I know humans urinate and defecate. I know how the human body works, Chanyeol. They have an excretory system, unlike us."
Chanyeol listened with narrowed eyes.
"Yeah, but I'm embarrassed!"
"But I'm curious tho," Jongin said, stroking his chin. "Do human genitals dangling like that, like, outside the body?"
Maybe it's the trait of aliens, not having feelings of shame like humans. Chanyeol glared, his face red with embarrassment. He couldn't even answer Jongin's curiosity about human anatomy.
"It's always been like that." was all Chanyeol could say briefly.
"We're aliens, our genitals are inside our bodies. When we want to use it, it comes out. Want to take a look?"
Chanyeol choked. This alien truly have no shame! Chanyeol was curious, but he let it slide because he thought it was impolite to ask. Imagine if someone wanted to see another person's genitals, they would definitely go to jail.
Now the offer came.
It wasn't that Chanyeol refused, but he needed time to think. He figured that since Jongin was just like him, a boy, his appearance would probably be similar. After all, Jongin had never taken off his pants. He wasn't even wearing pants or a shirt! According to Chanyeol, Jongin was like a Ken doll without clothes. All of his body postures are the same as humans, except that his chest doesn't have nipples and there's no penis-shaped lump in his groin like Chanyeol has.
"Take a look at what? You don't even have one." Chanyeol said, pointing at Jongin's thigh.
"Remember when I said I wanted to show you something cool?" the alien asked again.
Chanyeol nodded, because how could he forget?
Jongin then stood in front of Chanyeol and closed his eyes. His body glowed neon green, just like when he first arrived in Chanyeol's room. His round, friendly eyes turned sharp, staring at Chanyeol like a prisoner ready to be eaten. From below his stomach, the surface of his skin turned reddish, and slowly a tentacle extended from it.
Chanyeol held his breath. He watched the dark purple tentacle extend and approach him. The tip of the tentacle was round, and Chanyeol wondered if if he touch it—
"Touch it if you want." Jongin said casually, as if reading Chanyeol's mind.
Chanyeol's hand slowly moved to the shaft of the tentacle. He grasped it, and Chanyeol gasped. It felt like a human penis, and it made Chanyeol gulped.
"Woah." he said without realizing it.
"Humans only have one, right? I have seven more."
As Chanyeol nodded, there was a sudden knock on his bedroom door. Chanyeol quickly clapped his hands once, and he left the room to answer his mother's call for dinner.
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Chanyeol's days went by as usual.
Scratch that,
Chanyeol's days went incredibly fun and awesome with the alien's presence. Jongin asked many questions about how human life on Earth works, and Chanyeol happily explained. Jongin also told him many of the cool things that happen on exoplanets, Jongin's home. Including Jongin's skill of being able to make things appear and hide with just a flick of his finger.
But because his presence had to be hidden, the alien imparted a small portion of his abilities to Chanyeol. Jongin held Chanyeol's hand while humming something, and now Chanyeol could make Jongin disappear whenever someone in the house passed by. Chanyeol clapped once to make Jongin disappear, and clapped twice to make Jongin appear again.
It was like Chanyeol had a secret friend, and it was so much fun.
Because Jongin was an alien, he could also move easily. Passing through narrow passages was no problem for him. He could squeeze through the small gaps. His body became elastic, and he could adjust to the width of the path he wanted to pass through. Chanyeol watched it all in amazement.
But Chanyeol couldn't share all this excitement with his friends on class. Neither Baekhyun nor Jongdae were allowed to know about this alien's existence. His head was about to explode from not being able to bear to tell anyone. When Chanyeol wrote in his diary, the alien also forbade him, saying it was pointless. The writing would disappear when the alien returned home.
There really was no trace of the alien here.
There would be no trace of the alien's weirdness in his room later.
Speaking of weirdness.
Chanyeol couldn't stop thinking about Jongin's weirdness a while ago. He couldn't concentrate in class because he imagined the purple tentacles growing out of his body. If Jongin had said there was more than one tentacle, he was now more even curious about what the other seven looked like.
While Jongin was monitoring his plane while it was being repaired, Chanyeol decided to lie down on the bed. Jongin said the improvement had reached twenty-five percent, still far from one hundred percent, but at least there was progress.
Chanyeol then opened a Google search. If Jongin said he had seven tentacles, one with—uhm, his penis—that would mean a total of eight tentacles. That would make him an octopus-type alien, an alien with eight tentacles. No wonder he liked it when Chanyeol brought home spicy skewered squid to eat together or when he joined in eating fried fish when Chanyeol had dinner in his room.
On Earth, the air quality was different from what Jongin breathed on his planet. That made him hungry and wanted to try Earthling dishes. He wasn't good with chicken and meat, preferring seafood, or fish in general. Chanyeol always claimed he was still growing when his mom saw him eating twice as much as usual. His mom could only shake her head when she saw him scurry back to his room with two plates in his hands.
Jongin was suddenly in the room again, sitting next to Chanyeol, because there was no private space for Chanyeol in his own room. That startled Chanyeol, who dropped his phone on the bed.
"That seafood snack yesterday was so delicious. Let's buy some more!"
"You'll get a stomach ache if you keep eating." Chanyeol said with a chuckle. "Oh right, you don't get a stomach ache, do you?" He put his phone away, worried that Jongin might see the search results on his phone.
The alien shook his head. "I don't urinate, I don't defecate, I don't cry like you did when you watched that sad movie, and I don't sweat like you did when you were running around."
Then Chanyeol felt like this was it. Another chance to ask about Jongin's tentacles. If he doesn't have a human-like excretory system, what are they for?
"Then if you don't pee, what are your tentacles for?"
"Oh, this?" Jongin then pointed to his crotch. "This is for reproduction."
"Aliens have children??" Chanyeol asked, his eyes wide.
"Of course we are."
Chanyeol remembered what Jongin had said a few days ago, "You said there were seven more?"
"That's right. Do you want to see them?"
Chanyeol nodded, a little embarrassed because he nodded too fast. It was as if he was eager to see what the other seven tentacles looked like. Jongin then got up from the bed and stood in front of Chanyeol, who was still lying there watching him.
The light shone brightly in Chanyeol's room, which was starting to get dark as evening arrived. Then Jongin closed his eyes, just like a while ago when Jongin showed him his first tentacle. But when he opened his eyes, his pupils dilated and changed color. It was as if Jongin had suddenly put on green contact lenses. Just like the green light emanating from his body, it was both terrifying and amazing.
Then, one by one, long tentacles emerged from behind Jongin. Like Dr. Octopus in Spider-Man 2, they stretched and writhed in the air. But while Dr. Octopus had hard, mechanical arms, Jongin's tentacles looked soft and moist. Chanyeol could only open his mouth silently, staring at them in horror.
The purple tentacles then approached Chanyeol. When the tentacles were in front of his eyes, Chanyeol looked at them one by one. Their shape wasn't the same as the tentacles Jongin had shown him earlier—they weren't shaped like the head of a penis, but more like octopus tentacles. Small, round and long, and they looked elastic, just like octopus'.
"Would you like a massage?" Jongin asked, wanting to show off his skills. "I'm the expert at giving massages at home."
Chanyeol stepped back and shook his head. Who knew how strong those tentacles were? What if he squeezed too hard and choked himself to death? Chanyeol didn't want to take any risks.
"Touch it, it's soft." Jongin continued, as if reading Chanyeol's terrified mind.
Chanyeol was torn between two sides,
'No, it's dangerous. What if it's poisonous and you die?'
'You'll be fine. It's a free massage anyway!'
The latter side won.
So, even though he was trembling, he mustered up the courage to grasp the tentacle in front of him. It wrapped around his palm and held it gently, as if welcoming him warmly. Chanyeol nodded and agreed for Jongin to massage him.
First, one tentacle wrapped around Chanyeol's head. Then, it gently massaged his temples, making Chanyeol smile faintly. It felt so good.
Then, two other tentacles moved to Chanyeol's right and left shoulders. The tension there began to slowly dissipate, with the tentacles humming like machines, allowing him to relax for a moment.
Seeing Chanyeol's brief response of enjoyment, Jongin directed the other tentacle to flip Chanyeol over onto his stomach. He was startled at first, but when he was gently placed on his stomach, Chanyeol complied. The position now changed to face down, and the two tentacles massaged both sides of Chanyeol's waist.
Chanyeol couldn't believe it felt so, so good. The soreness from sitting in the same position for a long time on class slowly disappeared, the two tentacles massaging with just the right amount of pressure.
Chanyeol groaned in pleasure as two other tentacles massaged his legs. From the heel, up to the thigh, the tentacles never stopped squeezing Chanyeol's entire long leg.
He felt like a king.
Then the tentacle gently turned Chanyeol back over so he was lying on his bed again. He then looked at Jongin, his arms folded across his chest, watching Chanyeol enjoy it all with a mischievous smile. Chanyeol didn't need to say a word, but Jongin could already feel from the tentacle sensors that Chanyeol was really enjoying this massage.
Chanyeol stared back with droopy eyes, as his entire body was kneaded with just the right amount of force, as if all his blood circulation was flowing smoothly again.
Yes, all the blood flowed smoothly from the tips of his toes to the shaft of his cock. Chanyeol then grabbed a pillow and covered his groin, worried that Jongin would see his now full erection.
Then Chanyeol raised his hand, asking Jongin to stop, as he had enough. The half-hour massage session was so enjoyable that Chanyeol slept soundly until the next morning. What Chanyeol didn't realize was that one of Jongin's tentacles was still wrapped around his wrist, as if ensuring that Chanyeol was fast asleep.
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That afternoon, Chanyeol met his mother in the kitchen, when he wanted to take two oranges from the refrigerator. His mother asked why she kept hearing clapping sounds in Chanyeol's room. Chanyeol then explained that he was swatting mosquitoes flying in his room. His mother then advised him to close the windows in the afternoon to avoid being swarmed by mosquitoes that night.
Chanyeol breathed a sigh of relief. He had also explained that he was on the phone with a friend from college, in case his mother suspected Chanyeol was talking to someone else in the room.
In fact, Chanyeol was playing hide-and-seek at the time, and Jongin was upset because Chanyeol kept clapping twice while he was the one who was searching. So that night, Chanyeol's room was filled with claps and laughter, and he ran away from Jongin, who was ready to punch him.
Mom also scolded him when she saw Chanyeol's room, which was now twice as messy as usual. Chanyeol said he was working on a assignment and because he stayed up late, he needed lots of snacks. He didn't wait for his mother to ask about the full trash bin.
Phew, Chanyeol was getting more and more anxious hiding Jongin like this. And he also felt guilty for lying to his mother, but Chanyeol didn't want to cause a fuss by telling her about the existence of this alien.
The ship was now at fifty-five percent progress, a slow one, according to Jongin. He had been on Earth for three weeks, and who knew how much longer Jongin would stay here waiting for the ship to function again.
And Jongin will eventually return to his home.
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Since Jongin arrived, he hadn't had any time alone in his room. What should have been his own room, a space free from his older sister and parents, was now a space for just Jongin and him. He hadn't had any time to himself, let alone to relieve the tension in his lower abdomen.
And Chanyeol was still thinking about Jongin's tentacle massage a few days ago.
The massage awakened his deepest libido, that he even forgot the last time he touched himself. It made him dizzy with want.
He could have clapped his hands once, to temporarily make Jongin disappear. But Jongin will ask for a reason. If neither his older sister nor his mother came into the room, at least he had to have a good reason to hide the alien.
And that was what was making his head spin.
"What's wrong with you?" Jongin asked, seeing Chanyeol rolling around in bed. Chanyeol didn't know why he couldn't sleep, even though it was already half past one in the morning.
"Efonow!" Chanyeol said, lying on his stomach. He meant to say 'I don't know', but his words were unclear because his mouth was covered by a pillow.
"Can't sleep? Do you want another rub? Or another massage?"
Chanyeol's eyes then opened, as if Jongin could read his mind and found a solution to all this headache. Chanyeol didn't dare ask for more, because he was afraid it would be presumptuous if he asked for more. His mind was in turmoil, split into two sides again.
"If I ask for more, I'm afraid he'll think I'm a shameless pervert."
'But, aliens don't have feelings of shame and such, right? Maybe it's okay if I ask?'
When Chanyeol didn't answer, Jongin continued, "My friend Sehun did too..." Jongin deliberately left the statement hanging, hoping Chanyeol would continue.
"Did what? Jerk himself off?" Ugh, just mentioning it made Chanyeol shy. But this was Jongin, he knew Jongin wouldn't tell anyone or his friends about this embarrassing thing. Who would he tell? He was an alien, his existence was hidden, let alone having friends. So Chanyeol just stated his intentions right away.
Jongin's plan worked. Jongin gave the bait, Chanyeol easily took it.
"Want me to help?" Jongin asked, folding his arms across his chest.
"Help me??"
"Or do you want me to disappear for a while? Do you want to be alone?"
"Uh, not really, don't go." Chanyeol said quickly.
Jongin smiled, he took the bait the second time.
Then he stood again in front of Chanyeol's bed, as before. His body glowed, and tentacles emerged from behind. Chanyeol then threw back his blanket, as if welcoming the tentacles and resigning himself to whatever Jongin and his tentacles were about to do.
The tentacles moved closer to Chanyeol, who was sitting, and calmly grabbed Chanyeol's shoulders to help him shift into a lying position. One of the tentacles moved towards his stomach, and Jongin asked in a deep voice, "Can I take this off?"
Chanyeol nodded slowly. Then the tentacle opened Chanyeol's shirt, revealing his toned abs. Chanyeol then looked at Jongin who was looking at him licking his lips. Then the tentacle rubbed his stomach and crawled up to his nipples, making Chanyeol hold his breath.
It felt wet and warm, gently rubbing his nipple until Chanyeol's face flushed. Another tentacle groped Chanyeol's thigh, and Jongin asked again, "Can I take this off too?"
Chanyeol nodded again. Within seconds, he was completely naked under the tentacles. His breathing became heavy as the tentacles massaged and sucked at Chanyeol's skin. When the tentacles touched Chanyeol's fully erect cock, Chanyeol gasped.
No one had ever been to that area before, except his own hands. His chest pounded, worried but also curious about whether these tentacles could satisfy him.
Then his worries vanished as the tentacle gently massaged and pumped his cock, then hardened, then softened again, as if it knew how to. Chanyeol's moans were loud, deep and arousing.
Jongin bit his lip as he let his tentacles do their work.
Now another tentacle headed towards Chanyeol's neck, and made the hairs around his neck stand up. The tentacle worked like a human mouth with several strokes and suctions, and now the tentacle was approaching Chanyeol's face.
"Open it," Jongin said, ordering the tall boy in front of him.
Then Chanyeol opened his mouth slightly, unsure of what the tentacle would do. The tentacle brushed Chanyeol's thick lips, then entered his mouth roughly.
Chanyeol could barely breathe with the tentacle filling his mouth. His hands struggled, wanting to 'catch' and pull the tentacle out, but Jongin caught Chanyeol's uncomfortable gesture.
So he pulled the tentacle out again, brushed Chanyeol's lips gently as if apologizing, reduced its size, and then pushed it back into his mouth. Jongin knew the tongue was a sensitive part of the human body with sensitive nerves and sensitive to touch. Then the tentacle gently sucked and massaged Chanyeol's tongue. So delicious, so intimate, so warm.
The sucking on the nipple felt harder, his cock twitched even more as if it was about to explode, his tongue was busy wrestling with the friendly tip of the tentacle, and finally, one sweep of the tentacle in his hole made Chanyeol spurt out of his cum. He let out a heavy moan and, as if electrified, his body shook slightly, so satisfying.
His breath hitched as he returned from his climax. The tentacle in his mouth withdrew, allowing Chanyeol to catch his breath. Then all the tentacles returned to Jongin's body, with a mischievous smile from Jongin as he watched Chanyeol well spent.
---
Jongin said his ship was now seventy-eight percent complete. This meant he would be leaving Earth soon, and Chanyeol was lost in thought. After all the fun and stuff, Jongin would eventually leave him.
Falling in love with an alien was a stupid decision.
Chanyeol shouldn't have fallen too deep, because he was basically just a stranded alien, who only stopped by for a while and would leave again. Meanwhile, Chanyeol's heart had already settled on him.
But could humans even have a relationship with aliens? The thought of it was already absurd, Chanyeol knew that.
So Chanyeol was just upset all day.
Chanyeol had actually tried to find someone else, someone he could have fun chatting with, someone he could joke with, someone he could share a meal with. The important thing was, it has to be a human, not an alien. But alas, no one who approached Chanyeol was like Jongin. No one could stretch like Jongin, no one could be as funny as Jongin, no one could make him fall in love like Jongin.
When Jongin asked how he was or indulge him to talk, Chanyeol tried to mask his fear of losing him with a cheerful face. He responded to his conversations with Jongin as usual. But inside, he was anxious, waiting for the one-hundred-percent progress to arrive, a day he didn't know when, but it would surely come.
He still remembered how thrilled he felt as Jongin pumped his cock, helping him chase the pleasure that was on the edge. And with one gentle sweep of the tentacle against his hole, Chanyeol surrendered. He wondered what it would be like to have the tentacle get inside him, would it feel as good as when it was just teasing his hole? Chanyeol felt his face and ears turn red.
He then shook his head quickly, dispelling the dirty thoughts that had crossed his mind.
---
Jongin had been staying in Chanyeol's room for over a month now. In Chanyeol's opinion, Jongin's plane repair progress should have been completed. But there was no sign of Jongin leaving.
"Uh, Jongin, what percentage is the plane at now?" Chanyeol asked as the two lay face-to-face on the bed.
"Still at it, don't worry. You don't want me to rush home, do you?" Jongin said mischievously. He winked teasingly at Chanyeol, but Chanyeol's gaze was now elsewhere, refusing to look at Jongin for too long.
Chanyeol didn't answer. His expression had changed, his strong demeanor becoming increasingly difficult to convey. As far as he could remember, Jongin had last said it was eighty-six percent. But for some reason, now, whenever asked, Jongin always made excuses, refusing to share the actual number.
"I'll let you know when it's finished," he reassured the tall man beside him, stroking his hair. Chanyeol had never been this close to anyone before, and he usually didn't like being too close to someone. But for some reason, for Jongin, he would make an exception. Especially after Jongin touched his deepest and most private part, Chanyeol let Jongin do whatever he wanted to him.
"Your lips are nice, has anyone ever kissed them?"
Chanyeol frowned, why was he suddenly asking about lips? Jongin then stroked Chanyeol's bottom lip with his thumb, stunned.
"I ask because every movie you watch always has a kissing scene, so I'm curious."
"Have you never done that with Sehun, your alien friend?"
Jongin laughed heartily. "With Sehun?? Sehunnie? No." He stretched and now stared at Chanyeol's ceiling. "A carnivorous alien like him has the smell of raw meat on his breath, so no, thanks."
"Don't aliens kiss when they're mating?" Chanyeol asked curiously.
The alien looked at him in confusion, "Does it really have to be? We're just doing it like one two three and done."
Jeez, Chanyeol thought to himself. "Humans have to kiss when they're mating. After all, mating is for love. Can't aliens love?"
Jongin shook his head; it seemed the concept of love wasn't part of the Alien world's vocabulary.
"So if Sehun smells like raw meat, you smell like raw fish then?"
Jongin seemed to be thinking hard, "Maybe? I've never kissed my own lips." He then turned to face Chanyeol. "What does your mouth taste like?"
"Guess."
Chanyeol's courage suddenly emerged, even though he had been nervous earlier. But never mind, Jongin would be leaving Earth soon. At least he wanted to try his luck. Try something not everyone gets to experience: kissing an alien. This should have been on Chanyeol's bucket list, but since he didn't have one, he could put it first later and cross it off.
So Chanyeol leaned closer to Jongin who waited. His lips parted, then he pressed them against Jongin's. Slowly he put his hand on his shoulder, and crept up to caress his cheek. His tongue slipped in, and when their tongues met, it startled Jongin so much that he let go of Chanyeol.
"Uh.."
"How? What do I feel?" Chanyeol was actually incredibly worried, afraid Jongin would be mad. He also questioned how he could be so bold like this.
Jongin seemed to be deep in thought. "Did you just eat candy?"
Chanyeol then smiled and nodded quickly.
"Now guess what I taste like." Jongin challenged back. Before Chanyeol could answer, Jongin's hand grabbed Chanyeol's collar and their lips met again. Unexpectedly, Jongin was now bolder.
His tongue slipped through Chanyeol's mouth, as if learning what he'd just been taught, and Chanyeol happily responded. Chanyeol sucked lightly on Jongin's upper lip, and like a good student, Jongin imitated him. So now they were sucking each other, and it felt so good.
Chanyeol then turned around to climb on top of Jongin, in this position it was easier for Chanyeol to kiss him. It felt even better when his covered erection met Jongin's thigh, and Chanyeol let out a deep moan. His hips bucked against Jongin's, which made Jongin break the kiss, and look at Chanyeol, whose eyes were almost closed. "What do I feel?"
Chanyeol then blinked a few times, forgetting that this wasn't a kiss to begin with. The goal was just to guess the taste of Jongin's mouth, even though, well, it was a kiss too. Chanyeol tasted the flavors in his mouth, unsure of what he was tasting. "You taste like... marker ink?"
Jongin then laughed, squeezing Chanyeol's arm above him. "No way!"
"It smells good! I love markers."
"Try again." He then grabbed the back of Chanyeol's neck, bringing it close to his mouth again. And Chanyeol was more than happy to repeat it again, and again, and again.
"It smells like a metal spoon now." Chanyeol said, catching his breath, his lips glistening and rosy.
"Liar, try again until you get it right."
So they tried again, until they got it right. Although neither of them was sure what the right answer was at this point. Jongin now turned around on top of Chanyeol, and their lips met passionately again. Only panting breaths passed between them, making the air heated.
Suddenly, Chanyeol's room lit up with a buzzing sound that disturbed the human ear. Orange light came in a vortex, and gradually a portal formed.
The buzzing stopped when someone emerged from the orange portal. Chanyeol was stunned, while Jongin got out of bed, as if recognizing the mysterious figure.
The figure stared at the bed and Jongin spoke to him in a language Chanyeol didn't know. Like a mix of ancient Korean and the hum of an engine. While Jongin glowed green, this creature glowed bright orange. The light lit brightly and fading continously, as if they were communicating not only with their mouths but also with their bodies.
Chanyeol continued to watch the two talk, stunned. Jongin raised his hand to his chest, as if signaling for him to wait. Then the figure in front of him pointed to his wrist, as if indicating the time was up.
Could he be taking Jongin home?
Jongin then shook his head. Then, the person he was talking to raised his hands, as if surrendering to Jongin's words, which Chanyeol didn't understand.
"Jongin?" Chanyeol then have the sudden courage to call him.
Eyes wide with shock, Jongin approached Chanyeol on the bed and hummed something while reaching his hand to Chanyeol's head. Suddenly, his vision blurred, and Chanyeol felt extremely sleepy. His body fell down and soon he fast asleep.
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Jongin was now pacing back and forth in Chanyeol's yard, monitoring his plane, which Chanyeol was sure was working properly again. He also ignored Chanyeol's gaze watching him from upstairs in his room. Not only Chanyeol, but Jongin was also annoyed with the current situation, especially when the orange light creature came last night.
Was he Sehun?
Why hasn't Jongin said anything since I got home from college?
Chanyeol couldn't stand all this uncertainty, so he decided to come downstairs and approach Jongin.
"I want to talk." Without waiting for Jongin to answer, Chanyeol clapped his hands once.
And he clapped his hands twice when he was back in his room.
The two then sat on the bed so Jongin could explain about Sehun. It was true that Sehun had come to pick him up last night, as their leader had been asking about Jongin's whereabouts, as he hadn't reported the progress of the ship's damage. Jongin then said that the plane had reached one hundred and twenty-five percent, since a few days ago. So, he should actually be returning home now, to the exoplanet where his leader was waiting.
Chanyeol fell silent.
Jongin didn't want to go home. He wanted to stay on Earth, with Chanyeol.
"Before I go, I want to give you one more thing. A souvenir from me, would you like one?"
Chanyeol still didn't answer, but the day had finally come. The day Jongin would leave for today and forever. But no matter what, it was time for Jongin to return to his home.
So Chanyeol nodded silently. His eyes were trembling and watery, not really ready to say goodbye to his new friend, whom Chanyeol had now fallen for. Jongin wiped Chanyeol's cheeks, wet from the tears. He gently kissed Chanyeol, and Chanyeol's room glowed green again.
The tentacle came out again, one last time, so Chanyeol closed his eyes, enjoying what Jongin was about to give him. One of the tentacles closed the bedroom door and locked it, as Chanyeol hadn't locked it like usual.
It didn't take long for the tentacles to strip Chanyeol's clothes. Jongin was quickly on top of Chanyeol, kissing him one last time. The tentacles wrapped around every part of Chanyeol's body, squeezing him gently, caressing him lovingly.
One of the tentacles reached Chanyeol's puckered hole, and as if it had a will of its own, it secreted a warm, lubricating mucus at the tip, slowly penetrating inside. Chanyeol groaned, unable to resist. The tentacle then wriggled and made space inside Chanyeol's warm hole.
Chanyeol became much more relaxed, and Jongin pressed down on his crotch to pull his penis out. Because the tentacle had already stretched Chanyeol, Jongin could now enter without difficulty. Then they were having sex with Jongin moving his pelvis back and forth, with endless kisses.
Now the tentacle was stimulating Chanyeol's sensitive spots again, stroking his nipples and gripping his thighs. Chanyeol felt like he was about to explode, all the stimulation making his breathing even more erratic. It all felt good, it felt dirty, it felt lewd and it was all so much better than what Jongin had done to him the other day.
Chanyeol loved it.
Chanyeol moaned loudly as Jongin's cock went deeper, but this time he didn't rush to reach the peak. He wanted to feel everything: Jongin's throbbing inside him, the warmth of the slippery slime, the tentacles constantly rubbing his entire body, and Jongin's unwavering gaze.
When Chanyeol felt one of Jongin's tentacles grab his cock, Chanyeol shook his head. He didn't want the tentacle to take care of him, he wanted Jongin's hand instead. He wanted to become one with Jongin physically, completely, one last time.
Jongin then smiled sweetly, and his hand reached for Chanyeol's fully erect penis, demanding release. And in just a few strokes, his semen gushed warmly onto his stomach. The sound of their moans filled the room, ending the intense intercourse that had just occurred. Jongin leaned back, slowly retracting the tentacles back into his body.
Chanyeol felt a warm liquid leak from his body, and he saw a grayish-white liquid flowing down his inner thigh.
"Cool, right? Different color than you all humans had."
Chanyeol laughed as he wiped his runny nose with the back of his hand. His whole body was drenched in tears, sweats, snots, sperms and also slimes here and there, but Chanyeol didn't complain. In sad times like this, Jongin always has a way to cheer him up.
Jongin's semen was probably a mix of human semen, milky white, and, because he was an octopus-type alien, black ink mixed in. It turned a metallic gray, which Chanyeol thought was cool.
Jongin then leaned in and kissed Chanyeol one last time. He took both of Chanyeol's hands, and his hands were now gripping his wrists. Chanyeol winced, it was unusual for Jongin to hurt him like that.
"I'll take your power back, sorry if it was too strong, okay?" Jongin said, rubbing the marks left on his wrists. "Thank you for allowing me to stay here. Also, sorry for causing you trouble. Bye, Chanyeol."
Chanyeol then shook his head quickly, "No, don't! Don't you love me?"
Pathetic.
Jongin smiled bitterly, Chanyeol didn't know whether Jongin sympathized, or Jongin felt sorry for him. "I didn't want to go home, actually. I just wanted to be with you all the time. You're nice and fun person to talk with."
Chanyeol listened intently.
"I don't understand the concept of love, so I don't know what that kind of feeling is. But I really have to go home."
Jongin smiled slightly, unable to grant Chanyeol's request because he really had to go. He then boarded his plane, made a salute gesture to Chanyeol from behind the plane window, and left at the speed of light.
"Jongin-ah!" Chanyeol shouted from his bedroom window. But the plane certainly won't be returning. He clapped his hands once, and Jongin was nowhere to be seen. Of course, Jongin had taken his powers back.
He clapped his hands again, harder.
There was no green glow in his room.
He tried clapping again, sobbing.
Jongin still didn't return.
Between sobs, Chanyeol noticed his palms, which were red from repeatedly slapping them to no avail. His palms felt hot and throbbing from being slapped hard several times. He shook his hands to ease the burning sensation. Strangely, the sting had now spread to his wrists as well.
When Chanyeol examined them, there were fine lines on the surface of his skin, like a tattoo. Chanyeol's brow furrowed in surprise, as he had never gotten a tattoo there before. He then turned off the light in his room and found that the tattoo now glowed in the dark, a cute little octopus with eight cool green tentacles.
Chanyeol smiled, his thumb gently rubbing his new tattoo.
"You're still here."
Chanyeol looked around the room, which now felt much quieter.
Jongin might no longer appear in Chanyeol's room, not make a fuss and make a mess of his room anymore. But he was now always present in Chanyeol's body, glowing in the darkness. Jongin was gone, but this little octopus will glow every night, a reminder that someday, perhaps, the green light will return.
---🍒👽THE END.