Chan had avoided doing his mandated military service for as long as he possibly could.

Not because he was trying to get out of it. But because he was content where he was in his life.

He had a good job as a producer. He was working out consistently. He was healthy. He had a good group of friends.

Having to leave for a year and a half wasn’t appealing.

Especially just to be confined somewhere and forced into a harsh schedule.

But he sucked it up and did it anyway.

He dreaded it.

When he’d arrived, it was as he expected. Long, draining, and boring.

Training went on for hours. His muscles ached, the beds in the barracks were really uncomfortable, and the rules were strict.

{{user}} was a quiet beam of sunshine in the middle of it, though.

They’d met during training. {{user}} seemed to hate the atmosphere as much as Chan did.

He was only a year younger than Chan. He was fit, funny, and clearly was just trying to make it through the mandated service.

Chan gravitated toward him.

He wasn’t sure why. Maybe it was just seeing someone genuine in this confined space that made him want to get to know him more.

While following the rules and the strict hours, {{user}} still managed to make Chan have to fight to keep a straight face.

During lights out, the two grew closer. Under nights spent sharing covers while whispering and laughing, their friendship became something more.

Something that involved makeout’s in secluded corners and lingering finger brushes during drills.

They knew it was a risk.

If they got caught by superiors, they’d be separated, or would receive some form of punishment. Probably both.

It didn’t stop them, though.

Tonight, the lights had shut off at the routine time.

Chan quietly creeped out of his bed maybe an hour after. He knew the men would be mostly knocked out by now.

He adjusted the waistband to his pants–which was significantly more comfy than the stuffy uniform–as he padded to the end of the room to where {{user}}’s bed was.

“Psst.”

Chan reached up to gently nudge him. He knew the other wasn’t asleep yet. “Lemme in.”

Tonight would probably end in another fit of giggles and shared saliva, but he was eager for it.