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Being teammates and housemates really meant spending almost all of their time together. Though Juyeon spent most of his free time working out or burying his nose in an intriguing read, other days they would all pile into the living room, having heart to heart talks, playing truth or dare, or watching shitty reality TV. Juyeon thinks he enjoys being in a big group — he’ll never run out of fresh perspectives and company. Plus, it really feels like a classroom sometimes.
But being in such a big group also meant that danger lurked around every corner. If it wasn’t Youngjae pulling the dumb pranks, it was Chanhee and Sunwoo — the package deal from hell. The pranks they pulled ranged from things Juyeon thought he’d seen the last of in middle school to full-blown hidden camera-esque situations that would usually result in someone (usually Jacob or Younghoon) bursting into tears.
And knowing the competitive nature of the team, Juyeon wasn’t surprised when the whole fiasco transformed into a full-blown competition.
Juyeon found himself getting involved too, sitting in on “brainstorming” sessions wedged in between an over-enthusiastic Changmin and a way-too-serious Younghoon as they plot to get back on Sunwoo and Youngjae, who had earlier hidden all their clean underwear.
Sangyeon had walked in then, a fond smile on his face as he shook his head in disapproval at his fellow teammates before excusing himself to do something presumably more productive.
Unknowingly, Juyeon found himself fully invested in the game. He had long broken free from the Changmin and Younghoon alliance, pranking them silly by hiding a fake hairy spider in their shared bed. Younghoon didn’t talk to him for two full days but Juyeon still thought it was worth it.
And when Jacob had gotten roped in too, Juyeon had pranked him by snapping all his guitar strings — of course, he already had replacement strings on stand by, ready to placate his best friend. When Jacob got back at him by cutting holes into his favourite sweatshirt, Juyeon knew he deserved it.
It made sense then, that Sangyeon eventually feared missing out and joined in on the fun.
Now, Juyeon feels like he’s living in a simulation as he stares at the whiteboard on wheels that Jaehyun had “borrowed” from their company.
“WHO IS THE PRANK MASTER?”
On the board are names and numbers scrawled messily, indicating points that they’d won through these pranks. It’s funny how Sangyeon, who was initially not fond of the idea, is now third on the scoreboard, Chanhee and Youngjae leading in front of him.
Youngjae: 21 points
Chanhee: 20 points
Sangyeon: 18 points
Juyeon had learned to wrap his head around the situation. Learned it when he’d seenSangyeon and Jaehyun lure Youngjae into the storeroom, locking him inside for a good half hour. Learned it when he’d spotted Sangyeon filling up water balloons in the kitchen sink, an over-excited Haknyeon cackling next to him. Learned it the exceptionally hard way as he realized that someone had snuck into the bathroom while he was showering to steal his towel.
He’s been a victim of Sangyeon’s pranks in more ways than one, and he needs to start thinking of ways to reclaim his spot.
“Woah, third place in a week? He’s intense,” Kevin chirps from behind him, startling him a little. Juyeon turns around, and Kevin has a spoon in his mouth, a cup of yoghurt in his hands. “Who knew Sangyeon-hyung could be so competitive?”
Kevin leaves him in the living room, mumbling something along the lines of disturbing Jaehyun, and Juyeon clasps his palms and rubs them together. The gears in his brain whirr noisily, already hard at work scheming something failproof.
“Who’d known indeed?”
-
They are in the middle of a break while filming when Juyeon decides to roll his plan out in full action.
It was a summer shoot and their stylist had dressed the group in the cutest beachwear. Juyeon was dressed in a sheer white shirt with navy shorts that came up to his mid-thigh and comfy flip-flops, a pair of sunglasses perched on top of his head, holding his bangs away from his face.
Their manager tells them to put on sunblock and everybody complies. The heat radiating from the sun was hot enough for anyone to cook a sunny-side-up egg on the roadside. Juyeon’s eyes darted around the beach, looking for a particular mop of soft blonde hair. When he spots him, Sangyeon is laying down on a beach chair, basking in the sun. He’s dressed in a yellow Hawaiian shirt and short khaki-coloured beach berms, the first two buttons of his shirt undone purposefully, leaving whatever lying underneath up to the audience’s imagination. Juyeon wastes no time jogging up to their leader, plastering a sweet smile on his face.
“Hyung, can you help me?” Juyeon asks hurriedly, already undoing the buttons of his shirt. He plops himself down by Sangyeon’s feet and the elder sits up, pushing the sunnies out of his face, revealing a deep frown. Juyeon shakes the tube of sunblock in his hand and Sangyeon scratches his head and gestures for Juyeon to pass it to him. Juyeon smirks to himself, undoing the rest of his shirt, shrugging it off gently.
“You’re wearing a shirt, there’s no need for you to put sunblock on your back,” Sangyeon scoffs, squirting sunblock into the palms of his hands. Sangyeon rolls his neck, stretching out the kinks, and Juyeon feels himself getting distracted by Sangyeon’s thick thighs in those shorts.
“Better safe than sorry,” Juyeon singsongs belatedly, scooting in closer, choosing to ignore Sangyeon’s judgmental gaze. Juyeon’s heartbeat quickens in anticipation, jittery from executing his plans.
The first touch of Sangyeon’s palms on his bare back has a shiver run down his spine. Juyeon bites his lower lip as Sangyeon smooths his hands over his shoulders. The heat coiling in his stomach was definitely not part of the plan. Well, at least he isn’t faking it, he thinks with a small smirk on his lips.
Juyeon lets a soft groan escape his lips and Sangyeon stills, hand hovering almost cautiously over the dimples on Juyeon’s back. Juyeon smiles, turning back to feign innocence once again.
“Hyung, why did you stop?” Juyeon whines, batting his eyelashes at his leader. Sangyeon is speechless. He licks his lips tentatively before spreading more sunblock on Juyeon’s back.
Juyeon hums in approval when Sangyeon’s hands continue slathering sunblock onto his skin. Juyeon continues to make obscene sounds, moaning and panting at every slight movement Sangyeon makes. After a particularly high whine, Sangyeon smacks his back lightly, snapping Juyeon out of his facade. Juyeon winces, turning around while pouting at Sangyeon.
“What’s wrong with you?” Sangyeon chuckles, albeit nervously.
“What’s wrong with you?” Juyeon bites back, a menacing smile on his lips. One look at the leader was all it took for Juyeon to know that he’s horny as hell.
“I’m done. You can do the rest on your own I believe,” He mumbles, avoiding Juyeon’s intent gaze on purpose, handing the sunblock back to Juyeon.
Juyeon chuckles to himself, loving this more than he thought.
“Help me with the front too!”
“Juyeon,”
“Sangyeon,”
“No, you’re fully capable of doing that by yourself,”
“But I want hyung to help! Plus, your hands are already dirty,”
Sangyeon rolls his eyes, yanking the tube of sunblock from Juyeon’s hands.
“Come here, you spoiled brat,” Sangyeon mumbles in mock annoyance and Juyeon scoots closer, completely unabashed. Juyeon’s chest was glistening due to the heat and Sangyeon looks at it with an indiscernible look on his face - Juyeon thinks it’s a weird cross of disgust and admiration.
“Did I miss something? Since when did you enjoy being babied like this?” Sangyeon chuckles, shuffling behind slightly to make room for Juyeon.
“Only you,” Juyeon whispers to himself, but Sangyeon catches it.
“Huh?”
“I only enjoy being babied like this by you, hyung. I wouldn’t want to be pampered by anyone else,” The words slip out of Juyeon’s mouth without a thought and Sangyeon chuckles, his cheeks flushing a rosy pink. Bashful looks good on him, Juyeon thinks, almost feeling sorry that he’s about to turn this whole situation around in a second.
Sangyeon is squirting a generous amount of sunblock into his hands, rubbing his palms together to thin out the viscous liquid when Juyeon inches in closer, making intense eye contact. Sangyeon chokes on his own spit, immediately coughing into the crook of his elbow. He lets his hands hover over Juyeon’s chest, almost afraid to touch him as if touching Juyeon would sear the tips of his fingers. In a small voice, Sangyeon asks for permission to touch him and Juyeon feels butterflies erupt in his belly. Sangyeon wasn’t making this whole pranking thing easy for him.
Juyeon eyes the beads of perspiration trickling down from the crown of his head, seeping into his sideburns. Sangyeon finally spreads the sunblock onto his chest and Juyeon shudders involuntarily when the heel of Sangyeon’s palms brush against his nipples. Sangyeon starts to squirm and Juyeon knows he’s on the right track.
When Sangyeon’s hands glide over his sculpted abs, Juyeon moans, letting his eyes fall shut.
Although this is all part of his little game, there’s no harm in enjoying himself while he’s at it. The moan seems to have distracted Sangyeon though, as he anxiously manoeuvres his hands back up to Juyeon’s shoulders, spreading the sunblock over Juyeon’s skin. Juyeon keeps moaning sinfully - alternating between soft whimpers and full guttural moans every time Sangyeon touches him.
“Hyung, your hands are magical,” Juyeon says as Sangyeon leans in closer, fingers gently skimming over Juyeon’s collarbones. Juyeon opens his eyes then and the look on Sangyeon’s face nearly wrecks him.
Sangyeon’s lips are slightly parted, his eyes dark with lust, and Juyeon can see his heaving chest peeking through his Hawaiian shirt.
A smug smile forms on Juyeon’s lips.
“It makes me wonder what else your hands are good at,” Juyeon leans forward, whispering seductively into Sangyeon’s ear, spreading his large hand over Sangyeon’s inner thigh. The older male shivers when Juyeon brushes his lips over the shell of his ear.
“Damn it, Juyeon,” Sangyeon whines, his breathing laboured. Juyeon’s eyes dart down to peek at Sangyeon’s khaki shorts, noticing the wet spot on his crotch. Sangyeon’s hard as a rock and in those shorts, there’s definitely no hiding it. Juyeon looks him in the eye, his hand travelling to cup Sangyeon’s hard-on brazenly.
Sangyeon’s mouth hangs open in a silent scream when suddenly, they hear the familiar crackle of the loud-hailer, snapping them both out of their daze.
“Everybody back on set in 3 minutes, please,” Their manager hollers through the megaphone and Juyeon is already standing up, putting his shirt back on.
“What the fuck are you doing?” Sangyeon seethes, his hard cock still straining in his shorts. It’s impossible to hide his monstrous hard-on in those shorts.
“See you later, hyung,” Juyeon winks, leaving the older male behind.
When Sangyeon shows up with an obvious boner and shorts obviously stained with pre-cum, he begs the stylist for a change of clothes. Unfortunately, they are already behind schedule, so the director insists that the show goes on.
Sangyeon unwillingly holds Chanhee’s giant floppy sun hat over his crotch for the rest of the shoot while staring lasers into the back of Juyeon’s head.
Juyeon - 1 Sangyeon - 0
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Juyeon beams with pride at the scoreboard.
Juyeon: 25 points
Sangyeon: 23 points
Chanhee: 22 points
It has only been a couple of days, but he’s managed to change the game entirely, shocking his members.
“It’s not fair, I just know Juyeon is playing dirty!” Youngjae had yelled over dinner the other day, startling everyone.
“Hate to break it to you kid, but there are no rules to this game,” Jaehyun replied around a mouthful of rice. Juyeon winced in disgust while Kevin mumbled something about table manners.
“It’s okay if he wants to play dirty, Youngjae,” Sangyeon spoke up, sipping on a cup of water. “As long as Juyeonie here is okay with us playing dirty back.”
Juyeon had raised his eyebrows, chuckling at Sangyeon’s comment andrunning his tongue over his teeth.
“Time will tell, Sangyeon hyung,” He’d replied, looking right at the older male sitting across from him, catching the sinister look in his eyes.
The atmosphere at the dining table grew tense. While Sangyeon and Juyeon stared each other down, they others exchanged knowing looks.
This wasn’t going to end very well.
-
It’s a regular day at the gym with the boys. It was legs day for Juyeon and Jaehyun, while Sangyeon and Youngjae partnered up for bench presses.
Neither Juyeon nor Sangyeon had addressed the beach situation, but it’s clear as day that it will remain unspoken about. Sangyeon speaks to him as if the incident had never happened, and Juyeon finds himself feeling slightly disappointed at that fact.
After two hours of sweating it out, Youngjae and Jaehyun head for the showers.
“My legs are jelly right now. Can you carry me?” Jaehyun whines at Youngjae, who simply pushes him from behind with a chuckle. Juyeon laughs at their antics, sprawled on the gym floor trying to catch his breath.
He catches sight of Sangyeon checking himself out in the gym mirror, lifting his shirt a little to look at his abs. The sight piques Juyeon’s interest, and he slowly makes his way to the unassuming leader.
Their eyes meet in the mirror, and Sangyeon turns to look at him with a smile on his face. His face is flushed pink from the workout and Juyeon feels his mouth water as he takes notice of Sangyeon’s sinewy arms.
He was not, however, prepared for whatever happened next.
Sangyeon lifts the hem of his shirt, revealing his abs to a surprised Juyeon.
“What do you think? Should I work more on my obliques?” Sangyeon asks, fidgeting slightly, almost making sure that the sight would burn itself into Juyeon’s brain.
For the first time in what seems like forever, Juyeon is at a loss for words. He’d usually have a witty remark or two waiting on the tip of his tongue, but this time, he had absolutely nothing.
No thoughts, head Sangyeon.
It’s not Juyeon’s first time looking at Sangyeon’s abs. In fact, he’d always sneaked glances at the older male whenever he thought he wasn’t looking. But having Sangyeon’s permission to ogle at his abs? That’s definitely a first.
But Juyeon remembers the game, and his defences are telling him to double down.
“Uh, I think your obliques are fine. They’re just like mine, see?” Juyeon lifts his shirt for a moment, flexing his abs at the leader with pride. Sangyeon nods, swallowing the lump in his throat. Juyeon lets his shirt go, a smug smile splayed on his lips.
Nice try.
“Okay, but feel this,” Sangyeon grabs Juyeon’s wrist to place his hand over his abs. Juyeon’s breath hitches, astonished by the leader’s bold gesture.
Fucking hell.
Sangyeon’s abs were solid under the pads of his fingertips. He could feel the muscles tense under his touch, the action sending blood straight to his nether regions. Juyeon’s head is spinning.
How is this moment even real?
“Are my internal obliques okay? I feel like I can get them to be harder though,”
“Yeah, I’m definitely harder,” Juyeon mumbles underneath his breath and Sangyeon squints at him.
“Sorry?”
“I mean, it can get harder — for sure!” Juyeon quickly reassures him. Sangyeon chuckles and the muscles of his abdomen quake underneath Juyeon’s fingertips, sending a shiver up his spine.
Juyeon wants to cry in embarrassment. Unknowingly, he finds himself tracing Sangyeon’s abs, hand splaying over his torso just to feel everything for himself, memorising every curve and bump, filing it straight into the wank bank department of his brain.
Juyeon’s fingers skim over the jarring v-lines, and only then does he realise what he’s doing, mumbling a quick apology, pulling his fingers away. Sangyeon grabs hold of his wrist and Juyeon snaps his head up to look him in the eyes. Sangyeon’s eyes are dark with lust, just as they were on the beach, and Juyeon thinks he’s going to cum in his pants.
“You can go lower if you want,” Sangyeon says, a sweet smile on his face, and Juyeon moans a little at how feverishly hot the older man makes him.
“You’re so—“ Juyeon exhales a shaky breath, unable to form a complete sentence.
“I’m listening,” Sangyeon says, voice low and teasing. Juyeon swallows the lump in his throat.
“Hyung, you’re driving me crazy,” Juyeon mutters in awe, eyes fixated on Sangyeon’s little happy trail, right below his belly button.
Sangyeon is all tanned skin and muscles, and it takes every cell in Juyeon’s body to stop him from devouring him whole, right there and then. He slowly moves his hand lower, mustering the courage to palm Sangyeon’s member with his hand, his tongue darting over his lips in anticipation.
“Yo, we’re here- What the fuck?”
Juyeon frantically pulls his hand away as Sunwoo enters the gym, a petrified Chanhee following behind him. Sunwoo then immediately gestures for Chanhee’s phone, a look of panic in his eyes.
“Don’t worry, it’s on mute,” Chanhee sighs exasperatedly, running his fingers through his hair.
“What is?” Juyeon asks curiously and Sunwoo shakes his head.
“The V Live, dumbass. Sangyeon told us that y’all were here and we thought we’d film your abs reveal but wow, that’s a whole other kind of reveal huh? I was not expecting whatever the fuck that was,” Chanhee mutters, clearly traumatised. Juyeon finds himself speechless for the second time that night, struggling to find the words to say.
Sangyeon cackles in the background, and that’s when Juyeon puts two and two together.
“I win this round Juyeon-ah, now we’re even,” Sangyeon says with a self-satisfied smirk, and Juyeon can’t decide if he wants to punch it off his face or kiss him until his lips bruise.
Defeat has never tasted so bitter.
Juyeon - 1 Sangyeon - 1
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To say that things went back to normal would be a flat out lie.
The sexual tension between them grows more and more unbearable with every passing day. Whether it’s the lingering glances when either of them steps out of the shower, or the fleeting touches they share underneath the dining table, it’s clear that they’re both out for blood.
It’s a Sunday and the boys get their day off. Sunwoo comes over to play video games with Jaehyun and Youngjae, while Jacob and Kevin whip up dinner in the kitchen. The rest of the members from the other dorm would be coming over and everyone was sick of ordering chicken and beer. Hence, the impromptu dinner plan initiated by Jacob and Kevin.
Juyeon is slumped against the couch clad in an oversized hoodie and shorts, static from the television crackling in the background. The television serves more as background noise while his mind runs at 100 miles per second, devising ways to get back at Sangyeon (and possibly even lure Sangyeon into his bed).
Recently, Juyeon has taken a serious liking to Sangyeon’s thighs.
There’s just something about them that capture Juyeon’s attention. They’re thick and taut, a little muscular from working out and countless dance practices, but God did Juyeon love them. If he could, he’d touch them, squeeze them, nibble them and—
“Hey cutie,” Sangyeon plops himself onto the empty space next to Juyeon on the couch, and Juyeon nearly groans out loud in frustration. Juyeon mutters a hello in reply, grabbing the remote control to change the channel or do something to distract himself from Sangyeon, who’s leaning his head onto his shoulder, the scent of his shampoo wafting into Juyeon’s nostrils.
“Let’s watch Spongebob!” Sangyeon exclaims, grabbing Juyeon’s wrist to stop him from incessantly clicking on the remote. Juyeon jumps at the contact, almost hating how warm Sangyeon’s palm feels against his skin. Sangyeon pulls away, shifting his position on the sofa. He adjusts himself, back leaning against the armrest as he shoves his feet into Juyeon’s lap. Sangyeon’s shorts have ridden up from when he was propping his legs up, and they expose his thighs and a sliver of his boxers. Juyeon feels his mouth go dry.
This is bad, Juyeon thinks as he imagines his hand running up and down the smooth and supple-looking skin of Sangyeon’s thighs. He imagines grabbing and digging his fingernails into the flesh until the taut, tanned skin blooms red. He sneaks a peek at Sangyeon, and he’s too busy laughing his head off at something Patrick and Spongebob did to even notice Juyeon staring at his thighs. Sangyeon shifts again, his foot accidentally lifting Juyeon’s hoodie, brushing against his bare stomach.
Juyeon curses underneath his breath.
That’s it.
Juyeon wraps his large hand around one of Sangyeon’s legs, his thumb drawing circles around the ankle softly. Sangyeon instantly brings his attention to Juyeon, his mouth hanging open. He worries his lower lip into his mouth and Juyeon takes in the beautiful rise and fall of his heaving chest.
Juyeon smirks, heat pooling in his stomach. He cocks an eyebrow at the older male who’s actively avoiding his gaze.
“What’s wrong, hyung?” Not feeling so confident anymore now, huh?
Sangyeon tries to pull his ankle away but Juyeon tightens his grip instead, his pointer finger tracing the bump of Sangyeon’s ankle teasingly. The moan that rips out of Sangyeon’s throat is more than satisfactory, and Juyeon mentally pats himself on the back.
“Nice try, but I think I’ve won this time,” Juyeon chuckles, finally letting his ankle go.
Sangyeon glares at him before storming out of the room angrily.
Juyeon - 2 Sangyeon - 1
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Juyeon: 26 points
Sangyeon: 25 points
Sunwoo: 23 points
Jacob slips into the empty seat next to Juyeon at the dining table, clearing his throat noisily. Juyeon pauses the Netflix show on his phone, looking up at the boy next to him expectantly. Jacob smiles sweetly at him, gesturing for him to take out his AirPods. Juyeon complies, putting them away.
“Is there something going on between you two?” Jacob starts, glancing at their leader who’s sitting on the living room couch. Juyeon chokes on his spit, reaching out to violently sip on his iced Americano.
“What makes you say that?” Juyeon chuckles nervously, bewildered by the accusation.
Was his crush on Sangyeon that obvious?
“I didn’t realise it at first, until Jaehyun and Younghoon brought it to my attention. Ever since the games started — y’all reek of sexual tension,” Jacob mutters, taking a sip of his coffee. “I’m used to catching you ogling at our leader, but this time, it’s really different.”
Juyeon frowns, folding his arms. He looks at one of his hands, avoiding Jacob’s perturbing gaze.
“I have no idea what you’re talking about,” Juyeon mumbles, fiddling with the rings on his fingers. It’s no denying that he and Sangyeon have taken this game to another level, but it had never crossed his mind that the other members would take an interest.
“You can lie to me, but don’t lie to yourself,” Jacob chuckles, putting an arm around Juyeon’s shoulder. “Look, I know winning is important to you—“
“It is not important to me,” Juyeon fights back, and Jacob raises his hands in defence.
“Hear me out, Juyeonie,”
Juyeon unfolds his arms, relaxing his tense shoulders.
“Fine,”
“Winning may be important to you, and I’m all up for silly games,” Jacob continues, the tone of his voice growing serious. “But I am not up for my best friend getting hurt,”
The sincerity in Jacob’s eyes reaches the depths of Juyeon’s heart.
Juyeon sighs dejectedly, running his fingers through his hair. He hears loud laughter from the living room and looks up, only to witness Sangyeon pulling Eric into his lap, jabbing at his sides playfully. Juyeon averts his gaze, albeit bitterly, and Jacob shrugs at him with a knowing look on his face.
He knows Jacob is right: he always is. But Juyeon is enjoying this little game with Sangyeon a little too much to put everything to a stop. If this was the only way for his crush to notice him, then so be it.
-
“Hey hyung, we’re heading out, do you want anything?” Juyeon opens the door to Sangyeon’s room, only to find the older man all curled up in his sheets, groaning and shivering. He sneaks a look at the aircon remote — it’s turned off. Almost instantly, he drops his bag on the floor, going to Sangyeon’s side. The night lamp pouring over Sangyeon’s body and the layers of blankets make him look extra tiny, and Juyeon feels his heart jump into his chest.
Sangyeon grunts when Juyeon’s cold hand touches the fiery skin of his forehead, and Juyeon sighs, running his fingers through Sangyeon’s damp hair. Yeah, there’s no way Juyeon was going to leave Sangyeon alone in the dorms like this. Plus, the game could wait. Sangyeon being sick definitely called for a time out.
He grabs his phone, quickly dropping a text in the group chat.
Juyeon
Not coming, Sangyeon hyung is sick TT
Youngjae
oh no :( we’ll get soup on the way back!
Jaehyun
how long do you want us gone? just asking…
Juyeon
???
Kevin
Jaehyun’s right, it’s the perfect time for you to make your move and get your man <3
Juyeon
he’s SICK???
Jaehyun
So??? Be a man of opportunity Juyeon
just be sure to let us know if y’all are banging
I have to protect Jacob’s eyes… my sweet little baby TT
Jacob
who’s your baby? lol
Jaehyun
you know you want me 😘
Youngjae
we’ll go and watch a movie or something ^_^ don’t worry hyung~
Jacob
yeah, just take care of our leader for us!! <3
Kevin
be sure to take care of him EXTRA ;)
Juyeon
i changed my mind... Y’ALL are the sick ones
and please delete the texts before sangyeon hyung wakes up…
Juyeon shakes his head, pocketing his phone before rushing to the bathroom to retrieve a small pail of water and a washcloth. Whilst wringing the cloth in his hand, he can’t stop thinking about Sangyeon and how he never tells anyone anything. If Juyeon hadn’t come into the room to check in on him, everyone else would have assumed that Sangyeon was watching videos on his laptop or catching some shut-eye. Still, Juyeon pats himself on the back for going to check on him. At least now, his Sangyeon hyung can be taken care of.
The first touch of the cold washcloth has Sangyeon hissing through gritted teeth, his eyes blinking open slowly. Juyeon opens his mouth to say something, but he settles on being quiet instead,
“Juyeon? What are you doing here?” Sangyeon croaks, the raspy sound of his voice making Juyeon’s eyebrows furrow in worry.
“What does it look like? I’m taking care of you, hyung.”
“You don’t have—” Juyeon presses a finger to Sangyeon’s lips, shutting him up. Sangyeon wants to fight back, the response clear in his eyes, and Juyeon anticipates a scolding but instead, Sangyeon falls silent, his once tense body almost melting into the cool sheets underneath him. He closes his eyes again, presumably falling back into sleep.
Juyeon’s heart warms at the sight. God, Sangyeon really is the most precious when he’s like this.
Don’t get him wrong, he absolutely adores him when he’s leading the team ferociously, pointing out their every mistake without a doubt and encouraging them to bring their very best to each stage, regardless of how big or small. But Juyeon prefers this vulnerable side of Sangyeon just a tiny bit more. When he’s barefaced, all sleepy, with little to no fight in him but still so warm and mysterious, just in need of a little more affection and care.
And although the game has caused so much unspoken tension between them, Juyeon still wants to take care of Sangyeon. Because Juyeon isn’t the kind of person who seeks affection or attention all the time, but Sangyeon still showers him with so much of it anyway.
Juyeon remembers last December, when the group had planned a short trip to a ski resort. Everyone was excited about it, especially Juyeon, who couldn’t wait for a change of scenery. He was sick of rotating between the dance studio, the recording booth, and their dorms. Unfortunately, he caught a cold and was bedridden for days. He followed them to the resort but had to stay in bed. He couldn’t even take any photos for the fans. Sangyeon had voluntarily taken care of him while the others lived and enjoyed their holiday to the fullest.
Juyeon doesn’t blame them. He would have done the same.
But it’s during those moments that Juyeon’s feelings for the older male solidify. He’s just so selfless — always giving and showering everyone else with love and affection, without ever asking for even an ounce of it back. If Juyeon could return just a fraction of whatever Sangyeon has done for him, he would do anything to make sure that Sangyeon would receive it.
Juyeon drags the washcloth over Sangyeon’s neck, eliciting a soft moan from the drowsy male. It startles him completely.
“Sorry, I’m just a little ticklish there,” Sangyeon belatedly explains, and Juyeon nods, suddenly feeling his mouth go dry. He abruptly stands up and excuses himself from the room to go get some water, nearly knocking over the pail by his side.
Juyeon
no need to get the soup, i’ll just order something in for him
Jaehyun
how is he doing?
Juyeon
gave him a sponge bath, he’s resting up
waiting for the fever to break, fingers crossed
Kevin
👀
Youngjae
👀 👀
Jaehyun
well..there’s another way to….y’know
Kevin
make him sweat his fever out ;)
Juyeon
oh
really?
please let me know!! i’m willing to try anything TT
Jacob
oh baby…
Jaehyun
you called? 😍
Jacob
juyeon sweetie, they’re asking you to...um
Youngjae
fuck it out of him!
Juyeon
.
i hate y’all
Juyeon stands at the kitchen sink for a full minute, staring blankly into space. His friends are useless, his head is all over the place, and he still needs to recover from the lewd sound that had left Sangyeon’s mouth. Juyeon looks down at the little chub growing in his pants, and sighs loudly, running a hand through his hair.
Seriously? We’re getting hard over a fucking moan?!
He turns on the tap, splashing cold water onto his face in hopes of calming himself down.
When he gets back to Sangyeon’s room a few minutes later, the older boy is sitting up and rubbing his eyes. Juyeon prays his phone isn’t with him and that he hasn’t seen the monstrosity that is their group chat.
“Hyung, can you lie down? I’m still not done,” Juyeon says, beady eyes looking for Sangyeon’s phone. Thankfully, he finds it charging on the other side of the room.
Sangyeon throws the covers off of him, laying back down as instructed. There’s just something about his obedience that makes Juyeon’s stomach churn, and the thoughts in his mind run wild.
Sangyeon looks at Juyeon quietly as he wipes the cloth over his arm when suddenly, Sangyeon pushes his hand off him.
“Will it be easier if I take this off?” Juyeon whips his head up so fast, his neck nearly snaps. But it’s too late, Sangyeon is already shrugging out of his sweater and Juyeon really wishes he hadn’t. He is all smooth skin, defined pecs and broad shoulders, and Juyeon can feel his mouth watering at the sight of Sangyeon’s sculpted chest.
This was going to be one arduous task.
Juyeon clears his throat uneasily, wringing the cloth in his hands. He could feel the tips of his ears turning pink. Hesitantly, he brings the cloth over the rise of Sangyeon’s chest, dabbing at it ever so gently. Juyeon stills when a faint whine slips past Sangyeon’s lips, eyes darting over to look at Sangyeon.
Fuck it, Juyeon thinks as he musters enough courage to properly wipe Sangyeon’s chest, dragging the cold cloth over Sangyeon’s hard nipples.
Hyung needs to get better, get a fucking grip, Juyeon chides himself. When Sangyeon falls quiet, Juyeon sneaks a look at him only to be greeted by such a sinful sight. Sangyeon is biting his lower lip so hard that it looks like he’ll draw blood any minute, his damp bangs were plastered to his forehead.
Juyeon instantly stops his ministrations.
“Hyung? Are you okay? Am I hurting you?” Juyeon asks, looking up at the older man with concern. His eyes are now shut, head facing the wall next to him and Juyeon can see the droplets of sweat dripping down his neck. He swallows the lump in his throat.
Inhaling a shaky breath, Juyeon drags the cloth lower, smoothing over Sangyeon’s sculpted abs. He can’t help but stare at the older man’s body. His hard rock chest, his teasing v-line, the jut of his hip bones — Gosh, isn’t he tired of being perfect?
Juyeon licks his lips when he moves the cloth back up again, his knuckles brushing lightly over the older boy’s pecs. He doesn’t miss the way Sangyeon’s abdomen tightens, feeling the muscles tense up underneath him.
Well, at least Sangyeon is enjoying this too, Juyeon thinks to himself when he spots the growing wet spot on the crotch of Sangyeon’s grey shorts. However, Juyeon quickly looks away, not wanting to build a tent in his own pants.
It’s a natural reaction, Juyeon.
“Juyeon!” Sangyeon shouts, and Juyeon drops the cloth onto the bed in surprise. Sangyeon’s face is flushed red all the way to his chest.
“Uh, I’m sorry, I’m just feeling a little cold,” Sangyeon stutters, turning his body to the side, the skin of his arms tightening with goosebumps. The smooth skin of his back, his broad shoulders, his pretty waist - Juyeon is especially fond of Sangyeon’s shoulder blades that seem to jut out so prettily, as though wings were about to unfurl from them at any second.
Juyeon has a better idea.
The bed was not made for the two of them, but Juyeon slips in next to Sangyeon anyway.
“W-what are you doing?” Sangyeon gawks, clearly flustered. Juyeon shushes him, pulling the blanket up to cover both of them. He wraps his arm around the older male, feeling him shudder against him. He smirks.
“I’m just helping you keep warm, hyung,” Juyeon teases, nuzzling his nose against Sangyeon’s warm cheek. Juyeon smiles at the familiar scent of Sangyeon’s aftershave, Acqua Di Gio. Sangyeon sighs, finally giving in and letting himself relax in Juyeon’s arms. Juyeon pulls him in closer, tucking Sangyeon’s head underneath his chin.
This isn’t something new to Juyeon. He’s used to cuddling with Youngjae and Sunwoo but with Sangyeon? This might be a first. Everyone knows that the older male was never fond of skinship, always alternating between firm pats on the back and occasional side hugs. So when Sangyeon relaxes against his chest, Juyeon finds himself humming in contentment—almost feeling lucky that he’s the chosen one.
Juyeon noses into Sangyeon’s damp hair, taking in the sweet smell of his sweat mixed with some bougie lavender shampoo. It’s probably disgusting, but Juyeon finds himself breathing more of it into his nostrils, filling his lungs with Sangyeon’s familiar and comforting smell.
Sangyeon has always made him feel at ease, and Juyeon has long acknowledged this fact.
Regardless of whatever Sangyeon did, warmth always seemed to emanate from his pores. Whether it’s his calming voice, soothing touches, or genuine gaze, there’s just something about Sangyeon that reels Juyeon in. Sangyeon was like the cold inviting waves crashing against the shore on a hot summer day, and Juyeon just wanted to swim in it. Heck, he wanted to drown in him.
Juyeon was just about to fall asleep when the house bell rang, signalling the arrival of the food that he had ordered earlier. Juyeon looks at the sleeping boy next to him, slowly pulling his arm away from his body. It's no use, Sangyeon jolts awake from the lack of warmth around him, whining at Juyeon and asking him where he is going. Juyeon can't help the smile that forms on his lips.
“I’m going to get your food, hyung,” Juyeon explains, caressing Sangyeon’s soft brown locks in an effort to lull him back to sleep.
“You’re coming back to bed, right?” Sangyeon mumbles sleepily, and Juyeon chuckles at how domestic he sounds.
“Yes, hyung. Just a minute,” Juyeon promises, pressing a soft kiss to Sangyeon’s exposed shoulder. Juyeon is stunned, wondering why in the world he’d done that. He shrugs, jogging to the living room to retrieve the delivery. He sets the food on top of the kitchen table and hurries back inside to keep Sangyeon company.
“I’m back,” He whispers against the shell of Sangyeon’s ear, pulling the blankets back up to cover both of them. Sangyeon grunts, reaching out for Juyeon’s arm and wrapping it around his waist. Juyeon is pleasantly surprised at the initiative, but he doesn’t question it, choosing to tighten his hold around Sangyeon’s waist, hugging him closer to his body.
Juyeon wakes up a full two hours later to Sangyeon’s sticky, clammy body sticking to his clothes. He checks his phone first, wondering if the other boys will be back soon, but there aren’t any new notifications from them. Juyeon feels Sangyeon’s forehead with the back of his hand, relieved to find that the fever has subsided. He gets up slowly, heading into the kitchen to warm up the soup for Sangyeon. He pops the bowl into the microwave, stifling a yawn. When did he get so tired?
Juyeon hears the light shuffling of feet into the kitchen and looks up, only to be greeted by the most precious sight. Sangyeon has a blanket draped over his shoulders, his grey shorts hanging dangerously low off his hips, and he’s wearing his padded bunny slippers. Sangyeon’s bed hair is atrocious, his natural messy curls making him look like a soft little poodle.
Juyeon smiles warmly at him.
“Are you feeling better?” He asks, padding towards Sangyeon to place a hand on his forehead again. Sangyeon nods, rubbing his nose gently. “Go and take a shower, okay? I think your fever is mostly gone, I’ll bring the food into your room later,” Juyeon says, pushing Sangyeon away. Sangyeon pouts, heading to his room to get his towel.
When Sangyeon comes back into the kitchen again, Juyeon nearly chokes on his own spit at Sangyeon’s barely-dressed self.
“You should take a shower too, you’re drenched in my sweat,” Sangyeon chuckles, closing the bathroom door behind him. Was that an invitation?
Juyeon doesn’t move. He’s not going to swing open the bathroom door only for Sangyeon to scream at him.
The bathroom door cracks open and Sangyeon’s head pops out, shower already running in the background. Juyeon swallows the lump in his throat, and that’s when he sees the playful smile on the older boy’s lips.
“Are you coming?”
Juyeon nearly breaks the glass dining table when he abruptly stands up, banging his knee against the table loudly. Sangyeon chuckles, leaning against the door frame, still clad in his grey shorts. Heat pools in his stomach, and Juyeon knows he’s absolutely done for.
Hurriedly he takes off his sweater, and then his shirt, littering pieces of clothing that trail to the bathroom. When he reaches the door, he’s only clad in his stark red boxers. Sangyeon chuckles at his enthusiasm, pulling at his wrist to invite him inside.
Sangyeon locks the door behind them and Juyeon slams him into the door, wrapping his arms around Sangyeon’s waist, hands wandering aimlessly before grabbing his ass. Juyeon has waited for this moment for way too long. Sangyeon gasps when Juyeon presses his lips into the crook of his neck, peppering soft kisses onto sensitive skin.
“Take these off, I want to see you naked,” Juyeon commands and Sangyeon, although startled, quietly complies, ridding himself of his shorts. Juyeon takes in the sight of Sangyeon’s naked body and feels himself shuddering.
“So fucking beautiful,” Juyeon mutters, mostly to himself before tugging at the waistband of his boxers. The audible thwack of Juyeon’s hard cock has Sangyeon pushing Juyeon into the shower until his back hits the cool bathroom tiles. A delicious moan rips out of Juyeon’s throat, and Sangyeon leans in to kiss him fervently. Juyeon keens when he feels Sangyeon’s tongue explore the warm cavern of his mouth, returning the favour by sliding his tongue into Sangyeon’s mouth, trying to suppress his moans. Sangyeon was just so fucking hot like this, and it made him dizzy.
When Sangyeon pulls away, Juyeon chases him, his head leaning in, feeling unsatisfied by their seemingly short kiss. Sangyeon chuckles almost mockingly at him, cold fingers cupping his cheek.
“Let me suck you off, okay baby?” Sangyeon says with a flirtatious sparkle in his eyes, and Juyeon feels his heart twinge in excitement. He nods eagerly, watching as his leader gets down on his knees for him. Only for him, he inwardly hopes.
Juyeon’s cock twitches at Sangyeon’s first touch, and Juyeon turns the water off, wanting to see Sangyeon sucking his dick in clear view.
“Your dick is so pretty,” Sangyeon mutters, his voice echoing and bouncing off the bathroom walls. Juyeon blushes, his hips bucking forward involuntarily.
“Thank you for taking care of me today,” Sangyeon smiles up at him, so sweet and so pretty, and Juyeon wants to laugh because Sangyeon is saying all that with his pretty fingers wrapped around Juyeon’s weeping cock. Before Juyeon can comment further, Sangyeon parts his lips, taking Juyeon into his mouth. The groan that escapes past Juyeon’s lips is beyond mortifying, and he scrambles at the wall behind him, trying to get a grip on something, anything.
Sangyeon takes notice of Juyeon’s awkward scrambling and directs Juyeon’s hand onto the top of his head, a clear green light for the younger man to grab his hair. His dilated, dark pupils make Juyeon's knees weak, and all Juyeon wants to do is cum all over that pretty little face.
A fucking slut, Juyeon thinks to himself, threading his fingers through Sangyeon’s wet locks.
Sangyeon’s mouth is so warm and slick, and Juyeon curls his toes when Sangyeon hollows his cheeks around his girth, wanting to accommodate more of Juyeon into his pretty mouth. A particularly harsh tug has Sangyeon moaning around Juyeon’s cock, the vibrations sending delicious spikes up his spine.
I’m not going to last for very long, Juyeon thinks, closing his eyes and moaning into the back of his hand, hips bucking aimlessly into Sangyeon’s mouth. Sangyeon places his hand over the fingers that Juyeon has in his hair, pushing himself down onto Juyeon’s cock, nose pressing against Juyeon’s pubes. Juyeon’s eyelids flutter open, and he curses when he sees Sangyeon’s dark orbs looking right at him.
“Hyung, just like that, please,” Juyeon begs, fucking into his leader’s mouth without breaking eye contact.
With his lips stretched over Juyeon’s cock, brows slightly furrowed in concentration and eyes glazed over with lust, Juyeon decides that Sangyeon looks really good with a cock in his mouth. More so, with his cock in his mouth.
“You’re made for this, aren't you? Such a cockslut,” Juyeon moans, watching as the elder bobs his head faster around his dick. Juyeon tends to blabber a lot when he’s close, and Sangyeon can’t help but notice that as he continues to mumble gibberish under his breath. Juyeon grunts, his thrusts getting a little sloppy.
“I’m gonna cum,” He mutters, gasping when Sangyeon slips off his dick to press the flat of his tongue against Juyeon’s sensitive slit. Juyeon comes all over Sangyeon’s face, white spurts coating his cheeks. Sangyeon presses a small kiss to the tip of Juyeon’s cock, and he mewls from over-sensitivity.
Laboured breathing fills the air as Juyeon comes down from his high, and he can only look at Sangyeon with hazy eyes as the older male stands up to turn the shower back on. Once again, he flashes Juyeon the prettiest smile as he washes Juyeon’s cum off his face.
Juyeon feels a surge of excitement run through his veins, and it pushes Juyeon to shove the older male against the cold bathroom tiles. Sangyeon gasps in shock, moaning when Juyeon presses his mouth against his. The hot water sluicing down their bodies gets colder as Juyeon lets his hands tug at the wet strands of Sangyeon hair so he can kiss him better, delve into his mouth deeper. Juyeon boldly grabs Sangyeon’s half-hard cock into his hand, long and deft fingers squeezing at the base. Sangyeon grabs his wrist to stop him.
“This was all about you, baby,” Sangyeon coos, leaving a gentle kiss on the tip of Juyeon’s nose. A small smile forms on Juyeon’s lips at the intimate gesture.
“But I want to help you,” Juyeon pouts, leaning in to kiss the sensitive spot at the back of Sangyeon’s ear. Sangyeon shudders, hands grabbing tightly onto Juyeon’s arms, his sharp nails digging into wet skin.
“Not like this,” Sangyeon coos at Juyeon, licking his lips tentatively and turning the water off. He reaches for his towel, leaving Juyeon in the shower cubicle alone. Sangyeon looks at him, and Juyeon doesn’t miss the playful glint in his eyes, the equally playful smile splayed on his lips.
“Maybe next time,” Sangyeon promises with a wink, shutting the door behind him.
Juyeon blinks in confusion.
“Oh, and Juyeon?” The door opens again, prompting Juyeon to look up.
“That’s one more point for me,” Sangyeon chuckles, closing the bathroom door with a loud slam. The sound echoes in the empty bathroom and Juyeon stares at his feet.
He turns the shower back on, standing there with betrayal and hurt heavy in his chest — like a fool.
Juyeon doesn’t feel like playing anymore.
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Juyeon rolls out of bed the next morning feeling like utter rubbish. The all too familiar sound of wheels on laminated flooring has him rubbing the fatigue out of his eyes. He stands up and opens the door just a bit to peek into the living room. Jaehyun and Sunwoo are snuggling on the couch, a large blanket over them. They probably woke up there after last night’s movie marathon, which Juyeon had skipped out on.
“Oh come on! Really now?” Sunwoo groans, and Jaehyun jeers loudly, burying his head into the blanket.
Juyeon sees Sangyeon pulling the scoreboard into the middle of the living room, wiping away the previous scores and jotting down the updated numbers.
Sangyeon: 27 points
Juyeon: 26 points
Sunwoo: 23 points
Jacob walks into the living room then, a towel over his shoulders. He takes one look at the scoreboard and scoffs.
“What is it, Cobie?” Sangyeon cocks an eyebrow, intrigued by Jacob’s reaction.
“Nothing, I’m just surprised that it’s gone on for this long and y’all still haven’t fucked each other.”
Sunwoo chokes at Jacob’s comment and Jaehyun grimaces in disgust, pulling the blanket away from him.
“I second that actually—the sexual tension between you two is something else,” Jaehyun belatedly adds.
Half of Juyeon wants to step into the room right then to stop the conversation, but the other half of him wants to hear what Sangyeon has to say. He scratches at his neck uncomfortably, leaning in closer to hear his members better. After what feels like an eternity of silence, Juyeon hears a soft chuckle and then Sangyeon is speaking up.
“It’s just a game, don’t overthink it,” Sangyeon says with a shrug, and Juyeon feels his heart sink in his chest, the pain slow and unbearable. He thinks he’s going to be sick.
Without hesitation, he shuts the door, not wanting to hear any more.
Juyeon leans against the door, his heart pounding loudly in his chest. He slumps to the floor and fresh tears pool in his eyes. He hates every waking moment of this.
He hates coming to terms with his emotions, hates admitting to himself that he isn’t the strong boy that he makes himself out to be. Juyeon hates that he’s crying over a stupid crush and fuck, does he hate that he turned out to be the victim of his own game.
He fucking hates himself.
After night falls and everyone has gone to bed, Juyeon tiptoes out of his room to erase his name from the scoreboard, wiping it away with the sleeve of his sweater.
Game over.
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“What’s wrong?” Sangyeon ambushes him as soon as he steps out of the shower the next morning. Juyeon looks at his feet, shaking his fingers lightly through his wet hair to feign nonchalance.
“Nothing,”
Sangyeon stretches his arm out across the corridor, not allowing Juyeon to move past him. Juyeon huffs in annoyance.
“Hyung, I’m going to be late,”
“Why did you remove yourself from the game?”
Juyeon wets his lips nervously, feeling his skin set ablaze by Sangyeon’s intent gaze.
“I just don’t feel like playing anymore,” Juyeon mumbles, pushing past Sangyeon’s arm with a hard shove.
“What do you mean? You were in 2nd place.”
“Whatever, it’s not like there’s a real prize or anything,”
“What’s the matter? You’re not winning and suddenly you’re chickening out?” Sangyeon scoffs, and the words tumbling out of his mouth feel like daggers aimed straight at Juyeon’s heart.
Juyeon stills, fingers frozen over the doorknob of his room. His heart hurts like a fucking bitch, he has a schedule to go to, and he really doesn’t want to have this conversation right now. Juyeon turns to glance at Sangyeon over his shoulder, only to see that fucked up smirk on his face and something inside him just snaps.
“But it is just a fucking game, right hyung? You said so yourself. Who cares if I’m winning or losing?” Juyeon seethes, finally releasing all his bottled-up frustration. He slams the door behind him, hoping that he won’t run into Sangyeon when he leaves the dorm later.
And true enough, Juyeon does manage to avoid Sangyeon when he leaves for his schedule with Jaehyun. In the van, Jaehyun incessantly pries for information like the busybody he is, but Juyeon chooses to ignore him, leaning his forehead against the window in the hopes of getting some sleep.
When Juyeon gets back to the dorms later, it’s a little after midnight and he can feel the exhaustion seeping into his bones. He’s tired and cranky, and not even Jaehyun’s jokes can make him feel better.
Juyeon just wants to lie down in bed and stare at the ceiling while Lorde plays in the background.
After a quick shower, he connects his phone to the Bluetooth speaker and decides to listen to a little bit of Cigarettes After Sex while he dresses for bed. The lights are off and Juyeon is nestled comfortably in between his sheets when he suddenly hears the door of his bedroom crack open.
He’s too tired to look up or offer a response, so he simply stays still, facing the other side of his room. It’s probably Kevin or Jaehyun, coming in to leave his clean laundry by the wardrobe.
But when the unmistakable smell of Acqua Di Gio wafts into his nostrils, he instinctively looks up. True enough, Sangyeon is standing at the edge of his bed in a sweater 3 sizes too big and his stupid grey shorts. Upon noticing Juyeon’s stare, he crawls into his bed from underneath the sheets, catching him off guard.
“Hey, you,” Sangyeon says as he comes face to face with Juyeon, and Juyeon finds it hard to breathe.
How could I ever be mad at you?
“Can I help you, hyung?” Juyeon asks, his voice laced with irritation. He flicks his night lamp on as Sangyeon rolls over to the empty side next to him, propping his head up with an elbow.
“What’s wrong, Juyeon? I don’t think I’ve ever seen you that mad at me before,” The warm light pouring over them makes Juyeon wish that he’d never turned the lamp on. It only further highlights the worried and sad look in Sangyeon’s eyes. It makes Juyeon’s heart sink and his knees wobble.
“I’m sorry about what I said earlier, you’re right—it’s just a game and I shouldn’t have provoked you, well, at least not to that extent,”
Juyeon snorts, a wry smile forming on his lips.
“To what extent exactly, hyung?” Juyeon questions, feeling a little pissed off that Sangyeon is doing all he can to not address the elephant in the room.
“Well, uh, all the blue-balling and the, uh, sexual innuendos—”
“Sangyeon, you sucked me off in the bathroom,” Juyeon deadpans and Sangyeon shrieks, burying his face into his palms. Juyeon blinks at the older male, a certain fondness blooming in his chest. He’s never seen this side of Sangyeon, and he can’t help but feel as if he’s been let in on a little secret.
Juyeon finds himself treasuring this tiny moment amidst the chaos.
“Yeah, that too. Look, I’m sorry if I made things between us all weird. I care about this friendship a lot—”
“Are you fucking serious right now? Friendship?” Juyeon bristles with anger and Sangyeon’s face falls.
“Because a friend gives you blowjobs in the shower, right? Sorry, I forgot how friendly that is! Guess I’ll go ask Sunwoo to suck me off next,” Juyeon spits angrily, the overwhelming bitterness in his heart leaving a sour taste in his mouth. He throws the covers off, ready to kick Sangyeon out of his room.
“That’s rich coming from you! Like you considered ‘friendship’ when you begged me to lather you in sunblock? Batting your pretty eyelashes like that and expecting me not to get hard? What are you, the spawn of Satan?” Sangyeon shouts back, getting out of bed to march towards Juyeon. Juyeon can almost see the smoke coming out of Sangyeon’s ears when he inches closer to meet him face to face.
Juyeon can’t fathom how Sangyeon manages to look beautiful at a time like this, and it’s driving him insane.
“You talk a lot of shit for someone who’s had my cum on their face,” Juyeon says, fingers grippingSangyeon’s chin, hard enough to hurt but not bruise. Sangyeon bats his hand away, driving an accusatory finger into Juyeon’s chest.
“I’m not the one who went hyung hyung just like that fuck, like a fucking whore.”
“Fuck you,” Juyeon seethes, his words having no bite whatsoever.
“Yes, please,”
Juyeon blinks, not sure if he’d heard the older male correctly.
“Fuck me, or I’ll get someone else to do it. Youngjae seemed free,”
Oh, fuck no.
Juyeon wants him, so fucking bad. His fingertips ache, wanting so much to touch the man in front of him, to pull him into a bruising kiss, to yank and tug at his blonde locks.
But he knows better.
“No, I’m not falling for your stupid tricks. I told you, I’m done with the game—“ Sangyeon interrupts him bypushing them onto the bed, straddling him with those thighs. Juyeon’s mouth goes dry when Sangyeon’s hand brushes up his arm, the anger in his eyes mostly gone, replaced by something else. Something soft, genuine and gentle.
“Game’s over, Ju. I want you for real,” Sangyeon whispers, cradling Juyeon’s face with his hands before closing the distance, pressing their lips together. Juyeon doesn’t fully register what’s happening, but who can blame him? He has a lapful of Sangyeon, a head full of unanswered questions, and a heart that is threatening to leap out of his chest. Oh, and let’s not forget the straining boner in his pants, yearning for Sangyeon’s touch.
Juyeon moans into the kiss, fingers brushing against the hem of Sangyeon’s sweater, yearning to take it off. Sangyeon pulls away to pull off his sweater, but Juyeon catches his wrist to stop him.
“You mean it?”
Sangyeon tilts his head in confusion, and Juyeon wishes he’d never said that. He wants to dig himself a hole and hide in it forever. But it’s too late to take back his words now.
“That you want me for real,” Juyeon breathes anxiously, and Sangyeon chuckles at him before pulling Juyeon into his chest, pressing a soft kiss to the top of his head. The gesture melts Juyeon into a puddle, and he wraps his arms around the older male, not wanting to let go, holding on to him as if he’s afraid that Sangyeon will float away and vanish into thin air if he fails to hold on tight.
It’s useless—he’s got it bad for this man.
“If I could, I’d want you for life, Ju,” Sangyeon says, his thumb stroking Juyeon’s cheek lovingly. Juyeon scrunches his nose in embarrassment, the apples of his cheeks flushing pink.
“That was very sappy, hyung,” Juyeon chuckles, another snarky comment threatening to tumble out of his mouth. But it dies on the tip of his tongue when Sangyeon pulls him by the collar, knocking the air out of his lungs, leaning in to kiss him, slow and languid.
Juyeon never wants to stop kissing him.
“Can you just take your shirt off so that I can play with your nipples, please?” Sangyeon asks nicely when they pull apart, and who is Juyeon to deny such a request? He takes off his t-shirt in a hurry, and Sangyeon wastes no time pushing him down onto the bed, hands eager to feel up Juyeon’s chest.
Juyeon’s breath hitches when his eyes meet Sangyeon’s—his lustful gaze sending shivers down Juyeon’s spine.
“You look so beautiful lying underneath me like this,” Sangyeon whispers, pressing a chaste kiss to Juyeon’s rosy cheek. He pushes Juyeon’s bangs away from his face and starts to pepper kisses all over his face—starting from his forehead, to his brow bone, the bridge of his nose, his cheeks, the sharp line of his jaw. He kisses him everywhere, and Juyeon feels a heat pool in his stomach.
Juyeon whines when Sangyeon nips playfully at his collarbone, mumbling a promise to leave hickeys all over his body next time, kissing along the lines of his shoulders, his lips brushing gently onto the skin. All the attention is dizzying, and Juyeon can only pray that Sangyeon doesn’t laugh at how much pre-cum he has leaked into his sweatpants.
Sangyeon kisses down his neck, finally finding his chest. He presses a tender kiss over the rise of Juyeon’s sternum lips grazing slightly over a nipple. Juyeon’s hips buck upward involuntarily, startling Sangyeon into a chuckle.
“Eager aren’t we, baby?” Sangyeon teases with a wink before his face contorts into a puzzled frown, “Wait, can I call you that? Or are you not into it?”
Juyeon wants to put his fist through a wall.
“Hyung, you could call me a piece of trash and I promise I’d still cum hard, but can you please focus?” Juyeon is all for pet names and being sickeningly sweet with his potential lover, but he’s also horny as fuck right now. And there’s always a time and place for everything.
And right now, he just wants Sangyeon to kiss, lick, and suck at every inch of his skin.
“For the record though—if you were trash, I’d definitely pick you up,” Sangyeon says, laughing at his own joke.
“Sangyeon hyung,” Juyeon props himself up on his elbows, ready to warn Sangyeon with his vicious glare when he suddenly feels the hot sensation of Sangyeon dragging his tongue over his nipple. The act catches him off guard, and Juyeon finds it harder and harder to keep himself up by the elbows. With every swipe of Sangyeon’s tongue, Juyeon feels the last bits of sanity leave his body as his fingers clutch aimlessly at the sheets underneath him.
“Fuck me, hyung. You’re too good at this,” Juyeon moans, relishing the way Sangyeon skilfully switches between his two nipples, licking them with sheer enthusiasm. He never leaves a nipple untouched—if it’s not in the wet heat of his mouth, Sangyeon is rolling it between his deft fingers.
“I’ll fuck you next time, sweetheart. I promise,” Sangyeon mumbles in between kittenish licks, and Juyeon feels more pre-cum dribble out of his slit. He’s too far gone to be embarrassed at this point, leaning up against the headboard and crying out for Sangyeon to take off his pants.
Juyeon watches as Sangyeon yanks his pants down, both their eyes widening at the state of his boxers.
“Oh baby, what a mess…” Sangyeon chuckles, and Juyeon sits up, back leaning against the plush pillows. He groans into his hands, humiliated and Sangyeon crawls up towards him and straddles his waist. Juyeon feels Sangyeon’s dick twitch in his shorts and he leaks even more pre-cum, some of it even getting on Sangyeon’s sweater.
Sangyeon cradles Juyeon’s face in his hands, leaning in close to place a soft kiss on the bumps of his knuckles. Juyeon instantly removes his hands from his face and is met with Sangyeon’s salacious smile—the playful glint in his eyes still there, almost sparkling.
Juyeon leans in to kiss him messily—all tongue and spit with zero finesse. He thinks he might go crazy from the feeling of Sangyeon’s sharp fingernails digging into his scalp, the mixture of pleasure and pain sending sparks of delight straight to his weeping cock.
“I think I’ll stick to baby—you like that?” Sangyeon asks in between kisses, and Juyeon nods aggressively, threading his fingers into Sangyeon’s blonde locks, wanting to kiss him some more.
“You blush so prettily when I call you that—you want to be my baby so bad, Juyeon-ah?”
Juyeon nods aggressively, groaning in pleasure when their cocks brush against each other.
“Yes, daddy,” He whines softly, and the noise that erupts from Sangyeon’s throat makes Juyeon wish that he was the one getting fucked today. But that’s for next time, he reminds his greedy self as his hands come up to grab the globes of Sangyeon’s ass, smacking at them playfully. He feels Sangyeon shudder in his arms, and a wicked grin forms on his face.
Without any warning, he turns them both over, so that he’s the one hovering above the older male. He strips the older male of his clothes, and once he’s completely naked, Juyeon wastes no time pressing his lips to the column of Sangyeon’s neck.
“Fuck, Juyeon. You’re going to be the end of me,” Sangyeon moans as Juyeon sucks a painful bruise into his neck, biting and licking frantically at the soft flesh. Juyeon wipes his mouth with the back of his hand when he’s done, a self-satisfied smirk on his lips.
That should be clear enough—ain’t nobody’s gonna touch my baby.
Sangyeon is shaking underneath him, ever so beautifully, and Juyeon is certain that Sangyeon can hear the sound of his heart hammering against his chest. Juyeon stills, taking a second to admire his lover’s body. He can’t wrap his head around the fact that this is all his.
“Baby?” Sangyeon asks, his voice laced with concern, noticing that Juyeon had grown quiet.
“You’re so beautiful, do you know that?” Juyeon replies, leaning down to press his lips against Sangyeon’s forehead. He travels lower, kissing him gently in between his eyebrows, the pretty moles on his brow bone, his flushed cheeks.
When Juyeon pulls away, Sangyeon yanks him back down, connecting their lips in a searing kiss, and Juyeon feels like he’s in heaven. Sangyeon pushes him away, mumbling something feverishly.
“What is it, my love?” Juyeon asks, a soft chuckle escaping his lips when Sangyeon’s eyes widen at the pet name.
“P-please touch me, Ju.” Sangyeon exhales a shaky breath, and a crazy idea strikes him.
“Touch you where exactly, babe?” Juyeon rests his fingers on Sangyeon’s chest, his thumbs flicking at his hard nipples. Sangyeon shouts, his hips bucking involuntarily. A weak hand grabs at Juyeon’s wrist, trying to push Juyeon away from his sensitive nipples. Sangyeon fails miserably, and Juyeon takes pity on the harsh moans leaving his mouth. Sangyeon’s voice was getting hoarse.
“No? What about here?” Juyeon takes his hands off Sangyeon’s chest, moving lower to stroke at Sangyeon’s sides with his fingers. Juyeon is inches away from Sangyeon’s hard cock, but he ignores it completely, relishing in the way that Sangyeon devolves into a moaning mess from just his touch. He drags a fingernail over Sangyeon’s jutting hip bone experimentally, and Sangyeon is screaming.
If he screams again, someone’s going to come knocking, and the thought alone is enough to send Juyeon’s brain into overdrive.
“Juyeon, fuck. I’m gonna cum untouched if you keep playing dirty like this,”
“But you didn’t mind me playing dirty during the game, babe.” Juyeon scoffs, kissing down Sangyeon’s happy trail. “What was it you said—as long as I can handle you playing dirty back, right?”
A guttural moan rips out of Sangyeon’s throat when Juyeon suddenly bites on the flesh of his thigh, painfully. Juyeon looks up at his lover then, and Sangyeon looks like he’s about to curse at him but Juyeon is already folding him over, large hands holding the backs of his thighs, pushing Sangyeon’s knees towards his chest. Sangyeon’s back is raised against the bed and it’s a pretty uncomfortable position, but Juyeon has longed to devour him in this exact position for ages.
Juyeon experimentally drags his tongue over the crack of Sangyeon’s ass, and Sangyeon’s sharp yelp is the green light he’s looking for. Juyeon spits at Sangyeon’s crack before delving his tongue deep into his hole, pausing a few times to bite playfully at the meat of his ass.
Sangyeon thrashes underneath him, frantically chanting Juyeon’s name on his lips like it’s a fucking prayer. Juyeon takes a hand off Sangyeon’s thigh, slowly prodding a finger past the tight ring of muscles, and he’s fascinated at how tight the older male is, revelling in the way his finger disappears into the puckered hole.
Juyeon feels Sangyeon shiver underneath him, the muscles of his body growing tense, and suddenly Sangyeon is cumming all over his stomach with a shout, toes curling. Juyeon lets go of his thighs and Sangyeon melts into the sheets, coming down from his high.
“Oh fuck, I’m sorry,” Sangyeon apologizes weakly, his voice all scratched up and hoarse. Juyeon kisses the inside of his thigh lovingly.
“No apologies needed, my love,” Juyeon flashes his lover a reassuring smile.
“I still want you to fuck me though,” Sangyeon sighs into the air and Juyeon shakes his head, chuckling at him. Sangyeon props himself up with his elbows, looking Juyeon straight in the eye. “No, I’m serious, do you have lube?”
Amused, Juyeon reaches for the stash of lube underneath his bedside table. He squirts a generous amount onto his hand, rubbing his fingers together to warm it up.
“You can start with two fingers, I can take it,” Sangyeon breathes, reaching out for a pillow to rest his head on. Juyeon cocks an eyebrow at him.
“You sure?”
“Yeah, I play with myself a lot,” Sangyeon admits, a little shyly. Juyeon raises his eyebrows, intrigued.
“Interesting, babe. Care to invite me next time?”
“No, I’m throwing Jack away after this,” Sangyeon mutters mostly to himself, but Juyeon heard him loud and clear.
“Who the fuck is Jack?” Juyeon frowns at him, and Sangyeon raises a hand in defence, trying to explain himself.
“Chill out, he’s just my dildo,”
“Wow, I’ve learnt so much about you in the last hour than I did during the time I spent crushing on you,” Juyeon laughs, shoulders shaking lightly. Sangyeon blinks at him, taken aback.
“You were crushing on me?”
Juyeon nods. “Yeah, I still am. I thought it was pretty obvious. Anyway, I figured you had a thing for Youngjae so I never shot my shot,”
“Are you kidding? Youngjae’s like my kid brother.”
“Well, you almost wanted your kid brother to fuck you earlier,”
“Hey, I only said that to rile you up! And for the record, you oblivious dummy—I like you too,”
“Yeah, I kinda got that when you popped a boner on the beach,”
Sangyeon rolls his eyes, but a burst of tinkling laughter slips past his lips and Juyeon finds himself laughing too. Sangyeon is just too precious for his hands to hold.
“Come here, baby,” Sangyeon gestures, and Juyeon swoops forward, careful to not smear lube on Sangyeon or the sheets, pressing his lips to Sangyeon’s. The kiss is slow and gentle but still so riveting, and something about it makes his stomach tighten.
“Can you finger me now, please?” Sangyeon asks when they pull apart, and Juyeon gets right to it, sliding his lubed hand down to meet Sangyeon’s puckered hole. He douses more lube onto his hand for good measure before pushing two fingers into his lover, as requested.
Juyeon notices Sangyeon’s growing chub and traces a teasing finger along the line of his cock. Sangyeon whines, fingers grabbing at the sheets, and Juyeon twists his fingers inside him, brushing at the little bundle of nerves.
Sangyeon cries out in pleasure, encouraging him to keep going. Juyeon is three fingers in, knuckle-deep when Sangyeon begs him to fuck him.
Juyeon spreads lube all over his cock enthusiastically, lining himself up with Sangyeon’s hole. He looks at Sangyeon to check on him and the older male is nodding frantically, urging him to get inside.
The first push has both of them groaning, obscene sounds leaving their mouths as Juyeon struggles to enter Sangyeon’s tight hole.
“How are you this tight, baby?” Juyeon moans when he finally bottoms out, the heat clenching around him making him dizzy. He wraps his fingers around Sangyeon’s weeping cock, spreading his pre-cum all over his length. Sangyeon sighs, wiping at the drool pooling at his chin. Juyeon beams in pride at one of his many triumphs of the night.
“Please, move,” Sangyeon hiccups, and Juyeon compiles, hips moving to fuck his lover senseless. They fill the room with all sorts of noises—breathy and desperate moans, the incessant creaking of the bed, and the lewd and obscene sound of Juyeon fucking into Sangyeon’s perky ass.
The tip of his cock brushes against Sangyeon’s sweet spot, startling a cry out of the older male as he sinks his fingernails into Juyeon’s arms. Sangyeon clenches hard around him and Juyeon lets out a garbled moan.
“I’m gonna come, hyung,”
“Cum inside,” Sangyeon moans breathlessly, looking Juyeon dead in the eyes. Juyeon feels a shiver run down his spine.
“Look at you, hyung. Such a fucking whore,” Juyeon snarls, reaching down to fist his lover’s cock. They’re both so close, and Juyeon can feel it in the way Sangyeon’s abs tense up, muscles contracting gently.
“Please baby, I want you to fill me up,” Sangyeon begs and Juyeon picks up the pace, pounding into him mercilessly.
“Wanna be my personal cumdump so bad, huh?”
Sangyeon’s eyes roll back in pleasure and Juyeon slows down his thrusts, pushing into him slower but so much deeper, and Sangyeon is coming with a cry of his name. Juyeon follows suit shortly after, filling Sangyeon up as promised.
They each catch their breaths, chests heaving and bodies glistening with perspiration.
Carefully, Juyeon pulls out, moaning at the sight of his cum trickling out of Sangyeon’s gaping hole.
“Don’t move, I’ll be right back,” Juyeon says, pressing a chaste kiss to Sangyeon’s crown. He ends up putting on Sangyeon’s shorts in his rush, sneaking off to the bathroom to get a washcloth. Juyeon makes it to the bathroom safely and wastes no time retrieving everything he needs. But when he swings the door open to return, Kevin is standing there, a shit-eating grin on his face.
“Busy night, Juyeon?”
“One more word out of your mouth and I’ll make sure we’re fucking on your bed next,” Juyeon warns quietly, glaring at his groupmate. Kevin chortles, shaking his head and pushing past him.
When Juyeon returns to the bedroom, Sangyeon is lying face down on his bed, his body sprawled out, limbs sore from being thoroughly fucked. He’s facing the other side of the room, and should anyone have decided to walk in, they’d have seen Sangyeon in all of his naked glory.
Juyeon frowns at the thought, making a mental note to keep his room door locked from now on.
Juyeon wants to sneak up and scare him, but Sangyeon has already turned his head, a dazed smile on his lips when he sees the washcloth in Juyeon’s hand.
“Aren’t you a little sweetheart?” Sangyeon coos, making Juyeon blush. He plops himself down next to Sangyeon, pushing his sweaty bangs out of his face.
“Let’s get you cleaned up, baby,” Juyeon presses a gentle kiss to his forehead and Sangyeon hums in approval, scrunching his nose cutely. Juyeon can’t help but swoon over him.
“I’m sleeping here tonight, yes?” Sangyeon peers at him with curious eyes, and Juyeon decides to fuck with him just a little.
“No,” Juyeon spots the flash of panic in Sangyeon’s eyes, and he can’t help but chuckle, instantly feeling sorry for him. He pulls the older male into his arms. “You’re sleeping here forever, my love,”
Sangyeon fake gags at Juyeon’s cheesy line, prompting them to laugh together in glee.
“And I’m the sappy one?”
“Shhh, we both are,” Juyeon yawns, pulling the covers over them. Sangyeon turns to look at him expectantly, and Juyeon can’t resist cupping his lover’s face gently to leave a small kiss at the corner of his mouth. “What is it, babe?”
“Does this mean we’re…y’know?”
“Boyfriends?”
Sangyeon nods and Juyeon chuckles at him fondly.
“We can be anything you want, babe,”
“Boyfriends sounds nice,” Sangyeon decides, snuggling up to Juyeon’s side. He presses a chaste kiss to the line of Juyeon’s jaw, wrapping an arm around Juyeon’s waist. “Goodnight, boyfriend.”
Juyeon looks at the man in his arms, sighing in contentment. He kisses the top of his head before intertwining their fingers together.
“Goodnight, my love,”
-
“Wait, so who won?” Haknyeon giggles as Sunwoo tells him about the pranking competition. Haknyeon had been missing in action for a bit, busy with his solo drama schedules. He’d only taken part in two pranks before he was whisked away to Chuncheon.
“It was a tie,” Jaehyun sighs, cracking open a can of beer. Haknyeon frowns.
“Between who?”
Sangyeon and Juyeon walk into the dorm then, holding hands and laughing gleefully at something Juyeon had said. Haknyeon looks at Jaehyun and then at Sunwoo — both of whom nod at the same time, and suddenly, the chopsticks between Haknyeon’s fingers fall to the floor.
“Oh, Hakkie, you’re back! how was your trip?” Sangyeon asks, hand still clasped in Juyeon’s tightly. Haknyeon smiles at them awkwardly.
“Uh, it was okay, a little cold,” Haknyeon replies good-naturedly. He opens his mouth, contemplating if he should say something more, but Sunwoo is giving him the most intense side-eye he’s ever received. “By the way, did I miss something? Are you two-“ Haknyeon is interrupted by Sunwoo kicking him in the shin underneath the table.
“Yeah, we’re dating,” Juyeon replies, circling his arms around his lover.
“I fucking called it,” Jaehyun stands up abruptly, slamming his palms on the table. “I accept both cash and wired transfers, thank you,”
Sunwoo groans dramatically, thudding his head against the table as Jaehyun hollers for Changmin and Younghoon to pay up in the background.
Sangyeon shakes his head at their antics while Juyeon furrows his brows.
“The audacity for them to place bets on us...” Juyeon mutters, pulling Sangyeon into the direction of their room. Sangyeon laughs at his boyfriend, amused at his reaction.
“Wanna fuck on Jaehyun’s bed later as payback?” Sangyeon asks with a wicked grin on his lips. Juyeon raises his brows clearly taken aback but very impressed by the idea. He gives Sangyeon’s ass a playful slap and the older male yelps in surprise.
“What was that for?” Sangyeon scowls at him, pushing their bedroom door open. He throws their shopping haul on the floor, ready to pounce on the bed but Juyeon’s hands around his waist stop him.
“For always coming up with the craziest ideas,” Juyeon whispers into his ear, dropping his bags on the floor. Sangyeon turns around, wrapping his arms around Juyeon’s shoulder, a flirtatious smile on his face.
“Oh please, don’t act like you don’t like them,” Sangyeon says, leaning in closer to his boyfriend. Juyeon chuckles, nuzzling their noses together.
“True, you’re the sexiest when you’re up to no good,” Juyeon says, closing the distance to press their lips together.
“Whoa, it is real!” Haknyeon exclaims, alarming the couple who pull away from each other in shock. Juyeon had made the mistake of not closing the door behind them.
“Oh come on, some of us are single in this dorm you know?” Sunwoo whines from beside him, stomping his feet dramatically.
“Some of us are also blind, apparently,” Haknyeon mumbles, mostly to himself, walking away grumpily.
Sunwoo scrunches his nose in confusion.
“Hey, what do you mean by that? Wait, Haknyeon!” Sunwoo yells, chasing after Haknyeon hurriedly. Juyeon shuts the door, more than ready to enjoy some much-needed peace and quiet with his boyfriend.
“You think Sunwoo will figure it out?” Sangyeon asks, plopping himself down onto the bed.
“I’m giving it 3 months,” Juyeon replies, lifting the covers to snuggle up to his boyfriend.
“Sucks to be them,” Sangyeon says, pulling Juyeon close, pressing a soft kiss on the top of his head. Juyeon blushes, throwing an arm around him.
“This could be them if they weren’t dumbasses,” He mumbles sleepily.
“100%,” Sangyeon agrees, stroking his hair lightly, lulling him to bed.
“But this is us,” Juyeon yawns, tucking the blanket under their chins.
Sangyeon nods, “We put the 'us' in trust, baby,”
Juyeon squints up at his boyfriend in disapproval.
“Sangyeon, no,” He warns and Sangyeon breaks into a soft, sleepy smile, leaning in to kiss the top of his head.
“Sangyeon, yes,”
Juyeon shakes his head with a smile, finding Sangyeon’s dad jokes more tolerable with every passing day.
“Goodnight, hyung,” Juyeon plants a wet kiss on Sangyeon’s cheek, shutting the leader up effectively.
“Goodnight, darling,”