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1.Felix
Left. Right. Next to the makeup noona and…gone. Minho deflates like a balloon struck with a needle, fingers twitching as he mourns the loss for a few seconds, face game down to an impassive look with bored eyes trailing across the room as a cover against the momentary lapse his face night have done as kim Seungmin's stupid smile suggests so.
Minho sits down next to him, opening his phone to play something and puckers his lips when makeup noona gets to him.
He makes sure to stare at Seungmin, who unsurprisingly was already staring at him and the pink gloss stick in her hand. Minho fights the urge to give him a smug smile, smacking his lips instead and enjoys the myriad of thoughts that seems to go through Seungmin's mind, his face sporting a constipated look.
A victory is what it signifies. He preens a bit at that, relaxing on the chair as noona leaves him and watches Seungmin get his eyes done, a pretty shade of blue in the corners.
Seungmin smiles, eyed still closed and Minho narrows his eyes, going back to the game. He hears a woosh next to him as he sees Seungmin get up from the corner of eyes, leaving for outfit trials.
The chair is empty only for a few seconds before Jeongin takes seat, spinning it until he is facing Minho and gives him a cheeky grin that makes the sixth sense in him beep, abort and fumble.
"Hyung can you get me my outfit too when you change yours ?" He asks, face devoid of fake innocence or usual mischief, lacking anything that might point to his actual intentions.
Damnit. Minho thinks. It's hard to say no to a mischievous Jeongin, sure, but even more to a sincere one.
So he heaves a sigh, rolling his head as he hears his neck crack and gets up with a show, making sure to get it across how much of a pain in ass his maknae was being.
Jeongin kept that foxy smile, dimples popping so hard Minho swore in his head, resisting the urge to poke them like a dumpling.
"Fine but you owe me dinner." He says when everyone in the room knows he will be paying afterwards either way.
Jeongin nods, taking it in stride and Minho is stuck with a little bit of Deja Vu, with the way how Jeongin seems to be like Chan in so many ways. He contains the fond smile and turns around, eyes moving to the outfit cart.
The third one must have Jeongin's name tag in it, he had-
His thoughts are cute short by the loud sound and the slight burn of hands left in its wake.
He turns around, accusatory eyes on the perpetrator who seemed to be too pleased with himself.
He feels another one on his left cheek, followed by a chuckle and feels his ears burn and catch fire.
"Kim Seungmin. This was your plan all along wasn't it?" He asks, eyes narrowed as he sees seungmin plop next to Jeongin on the same chair, the poor thing barely holding it's fort together.
"What can I say hyung? It was right there?" He replies with a cheeky smile, repeating Minho's own words from weeks ago.
"You two" He points between them "are going to pay for this. Dinner tonight and I'll be eating whatever i want." He says.
"Sure hyung. I'll love to take care of you instead once." Jeongin says and Minho hisses at the two.
"Shut up. I'll toast you Kim seungmin." He says, miming to bite something, when seungmin laughs.
"Three meals on you Yang Jeongin." He then points to Jeongin and turns around. This time fast enough to maintain a distance that doesn't provide them any more opportunity to smack his ass.
The wolf whistle and feel of eyes on him however is something he can't prevent.
He can't say he minds it either.
2.Jisung
He fixes his in ears, movement rigid and probably coming out frustrated but he doesn't care, he is tired of them working 2/5 times in concerts and ruining his fun.
Maybe the whole management staff truly does have an agenda against him.
He rolls his eyes, turns around and moves behind Jisung. In ears working or not he has a stage to perform.
He eyes the crowd, moving himself right with the beat, in control and hitting the angles just like he wanted but they end up straying to Changbin showing off his biceps, a bit jealous of the crowd and takes a mental note to room with him tonight.
The flurry of hair in front of him distracts him again, and he finds himself drawn to Jisung, smiling fondly at his cute head bobs.
Sensing the fond stare and being a subject of it, Jisung looks behind, giving him a cute gummy smile. Minho smiles back, but then sees him shake his ass behind him.
Cute perky small butt shaking left and right and then off rhythm in front of him and Minho is only a man in his twenties, the sight of his boyfriend's butt enough to skew his track slightly off.
He pulls his hand back, adjusting the angle and admires it one more time before striking. He laughs at the yelp he gets from Jisung who turns around with offended eyes as he mouths "it hurts whyyyy?"
Minho grins and shrugs, moving aside to break the formation and takes his place right ahead Chan.
He squats down, counts in his head and gets ready to stand up when a burning smack on his butt makes him fumble, somehow still managing to keep his composure and only turns to glare when he is done singing.
The culprit, Bang Chan, gives him a innocent dimpled smile as if he hadn't left him limping the night before. Striking right where it hurts ? Too low and something he never expected from him.
Revenge he thinks and waits for his turn to sing, making sure to hit extra hard right before his turn and smirks when he hears the strain in his voice at the first syllabi.
He keeps his claws and hand to himself for the rest of the concert, satisfied at hunting not one but two asses.
3. Hyunjin
Hyune
Hyung are you free ?
Minho
Depends
Hyune
Oh well :(
Here i was hoping you would like to apply some moisturizer on my bare skin :(((((
Minho
Bare
Hyune
Yeah me and felix had just taken a bath together
Minho
I'll be there in two minutes
Hyune
But i thought you were busy?
Little shit. Minho thinks, getting up from his couch and takes the key card before closing the door.
Minho
What kind of boyfriend will i be if i can't make time for my boyfriend's wishes huh
Hyune
A bad one
I'll be waiting hyungie ;)
He is there within a minute, knocking on the door incessantly.
He grins when an exasperated felix opens it, covered in a bathrobe and lets him inside.
His eyes narrow when they land of Changbin, lying on the couch with hyunjin's leg on his lap.
Minho scowls.
"What are you doing here?" He says, opens his arms to let felix snuggle into them, voice revibrating like a cats purr.
"Felix and Hyunjin wanted help for some massage." He says, lips curled up in a grin.
He pauses after that, mouth wishing to say more but stops. Minho feels felix leave his arms and stares at them.
"Well I get the first turn." Of whom ? He doesn't care. His hot boyfriends in one room in different states of undress makes his head wonky.
He feels felix's arms around him, pulling him into his chest as he tusks near his ear.
"First turn ? Sure. But not the way you must be expecting hyung." He purrs, and then presses himself into his ass, loosely grinding behind him.
Minho's mouth open in a silent moan, hot pleasure thrumming in his lower stomach as watches both of them stand up and come near him.
Changbin's hands goes to his ass, simply resting there.
Minho breathes deeply, feels him spread his cheeks apart and Yongbok grinds right there. He moans, half of it echoing in the air, half swallowed by hyunjin's lip as he messily kisses him.
"Love your ass hyung." Felix moans, hips bucking into him and Minho feels himself stumble into Changbin who tightens his hold and brings his other hand to his chest.
He cups him right there, tight and hard and Minho feels faint as he tries to push them together.
"God your tits too." Changbin groans.
Hyunjin pulls away, a little thread of saliva connecting him and Minho, which breaks and falls on his chin and neck when he licks his spit covered lips. Mi ho swoons just a bit at the sight of them.
"Not more than his ass though.That lovely non existent barely there cute little ass." Hyunjin emphasises and coos somewhat derisively. Minho burns with embarassment and arousal.
"I think we have neglected it way too much." Felix murmurs, and pulls away.
"Tell me hyung how many slaps?" He asks, stares at him with dark lidded eyes and Minho feels small and mushy and god.
He groans weakly.
"Fifteen." He says weakly, the number they had agreed upon previously and hears Hyunjin snicker. He gives him a withering glare in return.
A hand on his jaw stops him, turning it back to Yongbok.
"Answer loudly Minho-yah." Changbin demands. Minho feels his knees buckle.
"Fifteen." He whines out and sees him grin. Like a cat who got the cream.
He knows he is in for it tonight.
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He feels their eyes on him when he comes back after the water break .
He tugs his ear lobes and glares at the main source of it, the most blatant of all.
"What?" He snaps, Chan grins and hold his hand up in peace.
"Nothing. You seemed to have fun last night." He teases and Minho almost sneers at him but control it in, turns around and limps to the centre.
"Okay enough with distractions. Let's get started."
It was going to be a big ass challenge to get anything done.