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Wonwoo is trying (and failing) so hard to be normal right now. But between being so far out of his comfort zone surrounded by all these people and the loud music and the lights, and the searing heat from the weight of Seungyoun's hand on his back, he knows he's a lost cause.
He leans into him, throwing up his usual thumbs up while Mingyu playfully pouts at them for the photo. The hand stays there while Mingyu whines at them — mostly Wonwoo — for not paying attention to him at his own party.
He knows Mingyu doesn't actually mind and is just playing up the clingy dongsaeng act for laughs, knowing that Wonwoo would prefer to stay on the sidelines rather than bounce around to every guest the way Mingyu and Seungcheol are somewhat required to. given that this is their subunit listening party. He's almost glad his own unit promotions were much more dialed down due to schedules — if this were the other option.
Soon enough, Jungkook arrives, properly distracting Mingyu enough for Seungyoun to move his grip to Wonwoo's waist and lead him away from the chaos of the party. To the detriment of Wonwoo's mental health, his hand stays there as they make their way away from the DJ booth.
Since Wonwoo's enlisted, he's spent the majority of his free time with Seungyoun. After his office days as a social worker, he's grabbing dinner with him, or hopping on to play a game with him. On weekends, when Wonwoo is too tired to go out, Seungyoun brings him takeout, and they watch dramas on that ridiculous couch Mingyu got. They've gone on trips, and they go to concerts together.
They also may or may not have shared, what Wonwoo feels are, extremely charged touches, some friendly kisses on cheek or forehead, and a tipsy cuddle here and there as well. But something about Seungyoun's hand on his waist and the way his lips brush against Wonwoo's ear when he leans in to talk to him over the bass feels… different.
Wonwoo wasn't initially planning on drinking anything other than the initial celebratory champagne, seeing as he has office work the next morning. But right now, he so badly wants to get so drunk that he can't feel Seungyoun's presence.
Before he can make his way towards the bar, they run into Joshua. Who's eyes of course immediately focus in on the hand on Wonwoo. The sickly-sweet smile he directs at Wonwoo after all but outright tells him that Jeonghan will know about this in the next ten minutes, and the rest of their group will within the hour.
Wonwoo elects to space out during Joshua and Seungyoun's conversation, it being mostly them catching up on life updates that he is already privy to, for the both of them. He finally lets himself take a good look at Seungyoun tonight under the guise of listening to the conversation, admiring the way the red tone of the lights shines off the highs of his cheekbones.
Wonwoo comes back to Joshua excusing himself to Mingyu's call to him from the DJ booth, probably to take some photos of their own. But before he goes, he glances back down to the hand that has remained firm on Wonwoo and smirks. Wonwoo feels his ears heat up. Busted.
"Wonwoo, do you want to dance?" Seungyoun leans in to speak directly into Wonwoo's ear, and he nearly jumps out of his skin. Seungyoun steadies him, now with both hands on Wonwoo. Wonwoo kind of wants to die, he thinks.
Wonwoo shakes his head. "No, I don't dance. You should go ahead if you want to though." Seungyoun raises an eyebrow, lips fighting to break out into a smile.
"Wonwoo, you've been an idol for ten years. Of course you dance!" He argues. Wonwoo scoffs.
"Well yeah, I can do a choreography once it's been drilled into my head for eight hours straight… But I don't, like, party dance." Seungyoun whines and shakes Wonwoo, still in his hold. Wonwoo doesn't know what to do with himself.
"Come on! You've had to fake party for music videos before, right? Just channel that, it'll be fun!"
Wonwoo finally agrees, and Seungyoun's whoop of excitement makes him break from the intensity of everything he's been feeling tonight to laugh. Seungyoun grabs Wonwoo's wrist and leads him to the dance floor. They're not quite in the center, thankfully. Wonwoo's ears heat up again as he realizes that Seungyoun probably did that on purpose, for him.
Seungyoun sends him a small encouraging smile, and places his bands back on Wonwoo's hips to guide his movements to the music. Wonwoo tries to let go and have fun, but the suggestiveness of their dancing leaves him a little shy.
Wonwoo is by no means a virgin. It's also not uncommon to casually hook up with friends in the industry, especially with the severe lack of both time and privacy that would allow idols to properly date. And while Wonwoo is no stranger to hooking up with friends, or against hooking up with Seungyoun specifically, he has to admit that he actually really likes Seungyoun and just wants to keep spending time with him, no matter how it looks.
Especially when hooking up for Wonwoo has historically ended up being awkward, and he can admit that it's usually his own fault. When he and Changkyun hooked up as rookies, it took him six months to be able to look at him in the eye again. He doesn't want that with Seungyoun.
Seungyoun suddenly brings Wonwoo closer, their chests touching. Wonwoo loses his balance and catches himself on Seungyoun's shoulders.
"Having fun?" Seungyoun, shouts over the music, checking in. Wonwoo just nods. Seungyoun smiles at him. Wonwoo finds himself smiling back. Wonwoo, brought back from his overthinking, realizes they're very much grinding on each other, In public. In front of their industry peers, colleagues, and other professionals who probably should not be seeing this. He also realizes that he's halfway to popping a boner in public.
Now the hands on his hips, the feeling of Seungyoun pressed up against his whole front, the music, the lights, the people, it's all too much. Wonwoo rips himself away from Seungyoun, muttering some half assed explanation of needing to go to the bathroom and all but running away.
The bathroom is thankfully empty, but Wonwoo has no time to celebrate that fact as he rips his hat and glasses off before shoving his face into the sink to splash cold water on it. He's barely in there for a minute before he hears footsteps coming up behind him. He already has the excuse of the champagne getting to him ready on the tip of his tongue when the person speaks up.
"You okay?" It's Seungyoun. Wonwoo just nods, not trusting his voice. He hears Seungyoun take a step closer, then his hands and back on his hips. Wonwoo startles and looks up, meeting Seungyoun's eyes through the mirror. He lifts and eyebrow, almost challenging, as he reaches one of his hands towards the tightness in Wonwoo's jeans. Seungyoun takes a deep breathe.
"Wonwoo, if I've been reading this wrong… Tell me no and I'll stop right now." He says, and Wonwoo feels arousal blooming in his gut. "I-I'll drive you home, and we can just pretend this never happened." Wonwoo nods again, wanting so bad he can't even say it. Seungyoun tsks, displaeased, and his grip tightens. Wonwoo manages to barely whimper out a pathetic sounding "Please" and Seungyoun must find that good enough, because he spins Wonwoo around to face him and leans him against the sink.
Seungyoun wastes no time and immediately presses his lips to Wonwoo's, the taste of the beer he had earlier heavy on his tongue. Wonwoo hands find themselves at the nape of Seungyoun's neck, fingers threading through the hair peaking under his hat. Wonwoo grinds down, desperate for friction, and the sensation of his hips meeting Seungyoun's causes him to gasp into his mouth. Seungyoun swallows it up, and uses it as an opportunity to spread his mouth open and let his tongue explore his mouth.
Wonwoo tries to grind his hips into Seungyoun's again, but Seungyoun smirks into the kiss and leans his hips away. Wonwoo huffs into Seungyoun's mouth, ready to break away from the kiss and give him a piece of his mind about teasing. But then Seungyoun presses his palm, warm and firm, onto Wonwoo's dick, and he's breaking away anyway when he throws his head back and moans way too loud for where they are.
Seungyoun separates himself from Wonwoo entirely now, and before Wonwoo can react, he's grabbing him by the wrist and leading him into the first stall. Once the door is locked he presses Wonwoo up against the door then drops to his knees. Wonwoo flinches at the sound of the impact, but Seungyoun seems unperturbed.
"I'm going to suck your dick." he states quite simply, turning his hat around. And before Wonwoo can respond with something playfully snarky or sarcastic like 'I gathered that' like he usually would with Seungyoun, the comment gets swallowed by a whimper when the other starts unbuttoning his pants and getting his cock out. He's now fully hard and starting to leak with precum.
Seungyoun smiles sweetly up at Wonwoo, and Wonwoo's chest hurts. He manages back a smile that probably looks closer to a less-attractive grimace, and then Seungyoun is taking Wonwoo's entire dick into his mouth. Wonwoo's eyes roll to the back of his head and knocks his head back against the stall door when Seungyoun buries his nose into his pubes. He has to throw one of his hands up to hook onto the door before he completely collapses.
He pulls off until just Wonwoo's tip is in his mouth and swirls his tongue around, and Wonwoo has bite into his free hand to prevent the embarrassing mewl that would escape his lips otherwise. Wonwoo in his day-to-day life is pretty quiet, but in bed, to his embarrassment, he gets incredibly whiny and loud. He suspects it's from increased sensitivity, that derives from touch starvation, caused by Wonwoo's accidental self-branding as someone who doesn't particularly like skin ship. It's only increased in the past few months, no longer being constantly surrounded by the twelve most affectionate people he's ever met.
Seungyoun doesn't seem to mind though, grabbing onto Wonwoo's hips after they twitch for the nth time and fucking his mouth on Wonwoo's cock in earnest. Wonwoo doesn't know what to focus on, the wet heat encasing his dick, or the feeling of it hitting the back of Seungyoun's throat, or just the fact that his close friend is on his knees with his dick in his mouth at what is technically a work event. Wonwoo lets out a shuddering breathe.
It's not much later when Wonwoo cums, shout muffled by his hand, climax happening so suddenly he could barely give a warning. Seungyoun takes it in stride, helping Wonwoo ride out his orgasm and swallowing down his cum. Bordering on overstimulation, Wonwoo places a weak hand on Seungyoun's head, and he releases Wonwoo's softening cock, wiping his mouth on his sleeve. He smiles up at Wonwoo again, and he feels something stir in his gut.
Seungyoun tucks Wonwoo back into his pants, then he's standing up and grabbing Wonwoo's face, dropping a kiss onto the pout that forms.
"My place?" he asks once he pulls away. Wonwoo, still reeling a bit from his orgasm, just nods and next thing he knows his hat and glasses are being placed back onto his head and he's being led out of the party by a hand on the small of his back. He makes the mistake of looking over his shoulder, where Joshua catches his eye from across the room and just winks. Wonwoo looks away. The tips of Wonwoo's ears burn as Seungyoun opens the door for him, and they leave.
Wonwoo's back arches off the bed, hat and jacket discarded somewhere in Seungyoun's living room, when Seungyoun's teeth graze the pulsepoint on his neck. His hands are back in Seungyoun's hair, scrambling for purchase. Seungyoun grinds their hips together as he sucks a mark onto Wonwoo's neck, and Wonwoo's fingers tighten in his hair as unintelligible pleas fall from his lips. He's already hard again, even more sensitive than before.
Seungyoun detaches himself from Wonwoo to grab the hem of his shirt and pull it off before reaching for Wonwoo's and freeing him from the garment. It gets caught on his glasses, and he hears Seungyoun let out a giggle that makes his cheeks heat up before he helps Wonwoo get the shirt off. Wonwoo leans back on his elbows and lets himself properly look at Seungyoun. Down the expanse of his torso all the way down to the pistol tattoo on his side that leads down past the waist of his jeans.
Seungyoun smirks at Wonwoo checking him out so unabashedly, and slowly runs the palms of his hands up his torso. Goosebumps break out onto his skin and a chill runs up Wonwoo's spine. He lets out a shuddering breathe.
"What are you begging so prettily for, Wonwoo-yah?" Seungyoun asks, then he takes Wonwoo pecs into his hands and squeezes. Wonwoo jolts. "Tell me." A dam breaks in Wonwoo, and he lets himself ask for what he wants.
"Ah, Seungyoun... Fuck me, please. " Wonwoo pleads. "I-I need it." Seungyoun smiles, then pinches both of Wonwoo's nipples and drops a kiss onto his chest between his pecs, making Wonwoo cry out.
"I was hoping you'd say that." he replies, getting Wonwoo out of his pants and underwear in one fell swoop. He reaches over into his night stand and grabs a condom and a bottle of lube. He warms up some lube on his fingers and is pressing into Wonwoo only a moment later, clean hand rubbing soothing circles on Wonwoo's hip bone. The slide is easy, due to Wonwoo having a busy idol who is also a social butterfly as a roommate, giving him some more time to truly address some of his… needs.
It doesn't take long for Seungyoun to work up to three fingers, expertly avoiding Wonwoo's prostate. Wonwoo is already begging again, words slurring and jumbling up in his mouth while tears begin to prick at his eyes. Seungyoun decides to take pity on Wonwoo, and makes quick work of removing his own pants and underwear, and rolling the condom on.
He grabs Wonwoo's hips and slowly pushes in, holding firm ye contact that makes Wonwoo squirm. But he doesn't look away. Once he bottoms out, Seungyoun closes his eyes and takes a shuddering breathe. Wonwoo realizes this is the first time tonight he's gotten any proper stimualtion. If this doesn't completely fuck up their whole friendship and they never speak again, and they decide to do this again or something, Wonwoo'll have to return the favor and at least suck his dick. He'll even top next time, he's not picky.
Wonwoo basks in the feeling of being completely filled for a moment, then squeezes his thighs against Seungyoun's waist, giving him the go ahead. He starts fucking into Wonwoo in earnest, coming out the gate hard and steady, and Wonwoo's already falling apart. He punches out high pitched staccato moans at each thrust, eyes squeezing shut.
Overwhelmed, Wonwoo pulls Seungyoun down for a kiss. Their lips smash together in a way that should probably feel gross, but they're both so turned on they just let their lips brush as they breathe heavily and moan into each other's mouths.
"Fuck." Seungyoun pants. "You're taking it so well." he praises, hands tightening on Wonwoo's hips. He angles his hips upward, and immeditaely finds Wonwoo's prostate. Wonwoo's getting close already.
"It's like you were made specifically to take me" Seungyoun babbles, "Feels so good." Wonwoo feels his eyes well up again. He shakes his head, it's just dirty talk. Seungyoun suddenly grabs Wonwoo's dick, making him yelp.
"I'm close" Seungyoun announces, breathless. "Together?" Wonwoo nods and Seungyoun starts jerking him off in time with his thrusts. If Wonwoo thought he was loud before, this is really taking the cake, practically shouting now. He moans relentlessly, throat starting to get sore, as the familiar heat and pressure build up in his stomach.
"C-close." Wonwoo chokes out, white knuckling the sheets. Seungyoun fucks him faster, urging him on.
"Come on, Wonwoo-yah." Seungyoun encourages "Cum for me, baby." At the pet name, Wonwoo gasps and he's spilling over Seungyoun's hand. Climaxing so hard some of it gets on his collarbones. Then when Wonwoo clenches down, Seungyoun is spilling into the condom with a groan, face tucked away in Wonwoo's neck. Seungyoun starts to slow down his thrusts, riding out both of their orgasms.
Seungyoun holds Wonwoo by the jaw with his clean hand, kissing him sweetly as he pulls out. They kiss langudly for a few moments, letting both of them come down from their highs. Seungyoun is then dropping a kiss on Wonwoo's forehead, and saying he'll be right back.
Once Seungyoun is out of the room, Wonwoo curls up on his side and buries his face into the pillow. God, what the fuck is going on? What's wrong with him? He has a hard enough time making friends, and when he finally has a close friend that isn't contactually obligated to him on some way, he fucks them. Seungyoun's gonna wake up tomorrow and realize what a mistake this was, if he hasn't already, and never speak to Wonwoo again.
Seungyoun comes back a moment later, now condomless and holding a damp wash cloth. He stops in his tracks, noticing Wonwoo's state.
"Are you okay?" he asks, brows furrowing. Wonwoo startles, so deep in his thoughts he didn't hear the other come in. He returns to laying on his back and nods, letting out a raspy 'yes'. Seungyoun kneels onto the bed, searching Wonwoo's eyes for something, like he doesn't believe him. But he drops it in favor of focusing on cleaning the cum off of Wonwoo's chest. Wonwoo keeps his eyes glued to Seungyoun's hand, watching his minstrations.
Seungyoun lets out a wet sounding laugh. Wonwoo shifts his gaze to his face, he's avoiding eye contact.
"I did this all in the wrong order, huh?" he asks, now wiping down Wonwoo's stomach.
"What… what do you mean?" Wonwoo asks, leaning up on his elbows.
"Wonwoo, I…" Seungyoun starts, eyes lifting to finally make contact with Wonwoo's. There are tears threatening to spill, but Wonwoo feels like he's being held down onto the mattress. "I've been really loving all the time we've been spending together the past couple of months." He wipes at his eyes, and Wonwoo wishes he was the one doing that.
"You know, back before when I was closer to just Mingyu, and Vernon. I really admired you. I was so happy when we started talking." he says, discarding the washcloth and wringing his hands together, like he doesn'y know what to do with them. "I really really like you Wonwoo. And, I'm sorry. I'm feeling really just gross right now, like I took advantage of you."
Wonwoo is so relieved, he has to stop himself from laughing directly in Seungyoun's face. He looks up at Wonwoo, brows furrowed in confusion. Before he can get the wrong idea, Wonwoo sits up and places a soft kiss to the corner of Seungyoun's mouth.
"You have no idea how much I like you." he confesses. "Just now, I was freaking out that I had just completely fucked up our friendship by being a weirdo who pops a boner over some dancing. I like you so much Seungyoun. I feel like I should be the one begging for your forgiveness and to be giving me a chance."
Seungyoun laughs and tackles Wonwoo back onto the mattress, capturing his lips into a kiss. It knocks the wind out of Wonwoo and he all but wheezes straight into Seungyoun's mouth. He separates, letting Wonwoo catch his breath and smiles at him, eyes turning into little crescents. Wonwoo finds himself smiling back.
"So," Seungyoun starts. "How do you like Busan?"