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It all started with Kihyun reading out that comment during Midnight Idol.
Changkyun knew that the fans had all sorts of nicknames for him and generally, he didn’t mind what they called him because he knew it was out of fondness for him.
Kkukkung, Changkyunie, Kyunie, Wolfboy, Dannyboy, Daddy Daniel (coughcough)- overall he was fine with everything- even if some of the names made him question the sanity of their beloved Monbebes. He liked the creativity they put into comparing him with different things.
Even with this one- it wasn’t a bad nickname or an incorrect comparison per se.
In fact, the longer he thought about it, the cuter and more fitting he found it. If he had been the one to read out that comment, he would have embraced the nickname without a second thought or any embarrassment.
But Yoo fucking Kihyun had been the one to read it out and for some reason, he had to read it out like…
Like he was addressing his lover in bed or something…
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“My baby kitty,” Kihyun read out, “ah how cute.”
At once, heat rose to his cheeks, turning him into a bright red tomato. My baby kitty?! Unable to look Kihyun in the eyes, he tried to hide his expression as best as he could, wishing that the floor would swallow him. He knew that he had to respond but he had no idea what to say. My baby kitty? Oh god.
“They’re calling you my baby kitty.” Kihyun repeated, as if he hadn’t heard him the first time.
Changkyun started to stutter out a response.. “W-what does that-”
But Kihyun would not give him the time to breathe, smirking as he asked, “Do you like it? My Baby Kitty?”
Blank as his mind went at that, all he could utter was a “What?”
Kihyun AKA The Devil Incarnate continued to question him with his ever-present grin, “Is it right?”
“What?”
“Do you accept it?”
In that moment, Changkyun had wanted nothing more than to throw the tablet at Kihyun’s smirking face but they were filming so he had to hold back. “I- I suppose I should accept it as it is.” he mumbled with an embarrassed smile.
“Ah okay. Okay, okay, my baby kitty.”
Wishing Kihyun would shut up, Changkyun said, “Uh I see that they’re expressing their care for me in this- like this- through this criticism? Compliment?” Kihyun burst out into laughter, eyes crinkling and causing Changkyun to smile in spite of himself. “Anyway, thank you.” he finished awkwardly and thankfully they moved on to the next comment.
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Later, he found he had no memory of his response and he’d assumed it was for the best because he wanted nothing more than to forget the embarrassing incident.
But that’s when Kihyun started his torture.
They had no schedules the next morning so obviously his plan was to sleep in and erase last night from his mind but at ten, the door to his room opened with a bang and a fully dressed Kihyun appeared, smile too fucking bright for so early in the day.
“Did you sleep well, my baby kitty?” He asked with a shit eating grin on his face and Changkyun felt himself going red yet again.
“Shut up.” He groaned, pulling the covers over his head, hoping the singer hadn’t caught sight of his flushed skin.
Relentless, Kihyun laughed obnoxiously as he said, “Why are you so grumpy, my baby kitty? Do you not like your nickname? I think it’s just adorable-”
“Please get lost.” Changkyun begged, his heartbeat picking up inexplicably.
Why, why, why? Just why was Kihyun calling him that? Just why was it affecting him like this?
Snickering but thankfully unaware of Changkyun’s state of mind, Kihyun said something about breakfast being ready before leaving Changkyun alone in his misery.
Their afternoon schedules that day kept them busy enough for Changkyun to start to hope that Kihyun had forgotten about the stupid nickname. It was later that night, at the dorm when they were having dinner in tired silence when Kihyun suddenly and very casually said, “Pass me the chicken, my baby kitty.”
The coke Changkyun had just taken a sip of went down the wrong pipe and he started to cough, struggling for air. Meanwhile Jooheon and Hyungwon were staring at each other, completely lost at the sudden switch to English and the random words. Minhyuk on the other hand had tears of mirth in his eyes as he laughed-that bitch- clearly having heard of the incident.
“My baby kitty?” Jooheon repeated, “what’s that?”
“You better not be calling me that.” Hyungwon warned. “I won’t hesitate to-”
“He’s talking to Changkyun.” Minhyuk said through his laughter, reaching out and patting Changkyun on the back in aid (he was still struggling to breathe).
Jooheon raised a judgmental eyebrow at him and once again, blood rushed to his cheeks.
Recovering, he glared at Kihyun and snapped, “For the hundredth time- stop calling me that!”
Across the table Kihyun only smirked at him and asked, “Then what should I call you, my baby kitty?”
“Did a monbebe give him that name?” Hyungwon questioned. “Isn’t kitty like a baby cat? They’re calling him a baby, baby cat?”
The others all laughed at that and face burning in shame, Changkyun slammed down his glass of coke and briskly walked to the bathroom to wash his face, the members’ maddening laughter and Kihyun’s casual ‘my baby kitty’ still ringing in his ears.
It was only when he’d locked the door behind him and looked into the mirror to assess how red he was that he realized that some of the discomfort he’d been feeling…
Was due to how hard he was…
Eyes widening at the realization he swore under his breath, lifting his hoodie and shaking his head at the distinct tent in his pants.
He was hard? What the fuck?
Why?!
The bathroom handle turned loudly, making him jump three feet in the air. “W-what?! I’m in here!”
Thank fucking God he’d locked the door.
“Changkyunnie?”
He breathed out a sigh of relief. “What is it, Jooheon hyung?”
“Come out.”
“Ya just- give me a minute.”
He breathed out slowly and pulled his hoodie lower to hide his semi-boner. Not that the boys hadn’t seen each other hard or walked in on one another masturbating- it was impossible not to when they were together 24-7- but being hard right now would take on an entirely different meaning Changkyun was not ready to face yet. He continued to deep breathe until his heart wasn’t beating as loudly and then pulled the lever to flush and washed his hands for good measure. Ignoring the uncomfortable tightness of his pants, he unlocked the door and stepped out. “I had to pee.” He lied.
Jooheon shrugged. “I just came to tell you that I like the nickname. It’s cute.”
Changkyun bit his lip and nodded. It was cute and that should be the end of it… then why did it have him- his body- reacting like that?
Why did Kihyun have to say it like that?
“I guess it’s cute.” He said to break the silence.
Jooheon smiled in agreement, dimples appearing on his cheeks. “Let’s go eat ice cream.” He suggested and Changkyun agreed quickly, tugging his hoodie lower once again (just in case) as he followed Jooheon into the kitchen to see that the others had thankfully moved onto discussing something else.
The next few days were worse and better at the same time. Kihyun was now calling and referring to him as ‘my baby kitty’ every time they were off camera. In fact, he once called him that on camera too, slyly whispering it in his ear and then laughing innocently when Changkyun turned beetroot red and tried to hit him. Changkyun wished he could say he’d gotten used to it but the truth was- it was only getting worse.
He’d be brushing his teeth, tired after a long day and Kihyun would sneak up behind him and whisper some shit like, “Don’t forget to floss, my baby kitty!” or “Don’t neglect your skin, my baby kitty.”, before cackling loudly and disappearing, leaving Changkyun gripping his toothbrush with way more force than necessary.
Or he’d be playing games with Jooheon and Kihyun would enter randomly and cheer him on (‘You can do it, my baby kitty!’) even going as far as to massage his shoulders- resulting in his immediate demise (virtually and physically).
Luckily he hadn’t popped a boner since that first time but he knew that if the massage had gone on any longer, he’d have had to run out of the room a second time.
He didn’t know and didn’t have the emotional capacity to question why he was getting turned on at the mere mention of three words from one of his band members but he knew he couldn’t let this fester any longer. The last thing he needed was for Kihyun to realize that he was getting turned on when he called him by the stupid nickname.
Because he’d realized that though it was embarrassing when Minhyuk or Jooheon referred to him by the same nickname- it never felt so damn… sexual. It never made his skin tingle or gave him shivers or left him craving for something he’d never even had.
One week and several exchanges of ‘my baby kitty’ and ‘don’t call me that!’ later, Changkyun had a dream that made it hard for him to look Kihyun in the eyes for three whole days.
The dream was very realistic because it started with him being asleep in his room and Kihyun barging in as usual- come to wake him up.
The dream Changkyun groaned, shutting his eyes tighter and pulled his blanket higher up his chest, not yet ready to get out of bed.
To his surprise, instead of being roughly shaken awake or being pulled out of bed as happened normally, he felt the sinking weight of someone climbing into bed with him.
He opened his bleary eyes which widened instantly at the sight of Kihyun lying so close beside him, face resting on an upturned palm. His unfairly clear skin was free of makeup and his disheveled bangs were falling into his eyes- which were fixed on Changkyun’s mouth. Changkyun’s own eyes drifted to Kihyun’s pinker-than-roses lips and the mole he had at right-hand corner of his upper lip which, in Changkyun’s opinion, made him even more attractive. Realizing he was staring, he looked away quickly, a faint pink dusting his cheeks.
But what was Kihyun doing there? He opened his mouth to ask him that but all thoughts left him when Kihyun reached out with his other hand and started to stroke his face gently, lips stretching into a soft smile.
Changkyun’s eyes fluttered close as he relished the feeling of gentle fingertips on his skin, feeling sleep approaching once more.
This isn’t strange or unusual at all, he thought. My heart isn’t racing, nope.
“Did I wake you up, my baby kitten?” dream Kihyun asked, so softly that Changkyun could have purred. At times like these- when Kihyun’s voice was deep from sleep or fatigue, all he wanted was to drown in his voice.
Was it possible to drown in someone’s voice?
With more clarity of mind than he thought he’d have he mumbled, “Please don’t call me that,” unknowingly leaning into Kihyun’s touch.
“Why,” Kihyun asked, “does it turn you on, baby?”
Changkyun’s eyes flew open at once and he shook his head vehemently, pulling away from Kihyun’s hand. “Why would you think that? Of course it d-doesn’t!”
Unfazed at his outburst, Kihyun went on in the same soothing voice, “There’s no need to lie. I can see.”
“What do you mean you can …?” Changkyun trailed off, realizing that it suddenly felt a lot airier than before. In fact, he could feel the bed cover against his side like… like there was no layer in between. He looked down, shocked as he became aware of his lack of clothes and the very noticeable, throbbing boner between his legs. “Fuck,” he swore. He’d definitely gone to bed wearing clothes… why was he suddenly naked? Where was his blanket- hadn’t it been there just a few moments ago?
And there Kihyun was lying next to him- fully clothed and staring at his naked body with something akin to tenderness.
“Fuck. Fuck.” Changkyun swore again, covering his eyes because he had nothing to cover his dick- like a child closing his eyes at the sight of something scary as if not seeing it would make it go away. “This can’t be happening.”
“Sssh,” Kihyun went on in the same tender voice, “it’s okay kitten.”
“No, it’s not.” He groaned, not daring to uncover his eyes. “This isn’t- it’s not normal.”
“It’s perfectly normal, my kitten.” Kihyun said and Changkyun’s dick twitched in response.
“Stop calling me that!” he begged. “Can’t you see it makes it worse?”
“But I love calling you my baby kitty.”
Changkyun pulled his hand away from his eyes and groaned again. “Can’t you just go away?”
“I can’t go away,” Kihyun said, “but I know how to make it go away.” And then before Changkyun could register his words, Kihyun reached out and wrapped his fingers- the same pretty fingers that had been stroking his face earlier- around his dick.
His immediate and shocked gasp was drowned out by the sound of Kihyun saying, “You’re so fucking hot.”
Golden skin now flushed red, Changkyun grabbed hold of Kihyun’s wrist before he could do any further damage even as his dick stiffened further, aching and throbbing with need.
“I…I…fuck- hyung-”
Apparently, just the sensation of Kihyun touching him was enough to jam his fucking vocal chords- making it impossible to string even a simple sentence together. He tried to shake his head instead.
“It’s okay, kitten.” Kihyun repeated knowingly, prying his hand loose and then gently moving his hand up and down the length of Changkyun’s dick, rubbing and squeezing, making Changkyun gasp harder, hand coming up to his mouth to stop the sounds from escaping him. “Doesn’t it feel good?”
Changkyun wanted to sob- that’s how good it felt. Heart thudding loudly in his chest and cheeks red from embarrassment, he nodded minutely and Kihyun took it as a sign to move his hand faster, using the leaking precum to lubricate his dick. At the increased friction, Changkyun’s fingers curled around the bed sheet to keep him from holding onto Kihyun instead and a needy whine escaped through the gaps in his fingers that covered his mouth. The sight of Kihyun’s hand- which he’d seen enough times to memorize- moving up and down his dick was both obscene and mesmerizing. Had Changkyun been a mere observer on the side he would have been unable to look away. However, the mounting pleasure and the need to be quiet made his eyes roll back into his head.
He wanted to beg Kihyun- for what even he didn’t know but he kept his mouth shut, lest he moaned out his name or said something he couldn’t take back. When Kihyun first touched him, he’d had a million questions swimming through his mind- why had Kihyun come here at this hour? Where were his clothes? Where was Minhyuk? What on earth were they doing? What would happen next?
But all questions and doubts disappeared one by one as Kihyun continued to jack him off, whispering compliments, calling him his kitten and urging him to come. In spite of the fact that he was naked, the room continued to feel hotter and hotter as Kihyun flicked his wrist over and over again and Changkyun found his gasps and erratic breathing turning into moans- the intense pleasure driving out any thoughts of shame or of being quiet.
As the pleasure continued to build, the familiar sensation of being too full filled him along with the realization that Kihyun would be the cause. He started to call out in warning, “H-hyung I’m-”
But Kihyun didn’t let him complete his words, suddenly leaning forward and connecting their lips together. The initial shock at the unfamiliarity of Kihyun’s lips on his quickly gave way to a euphoric sensation in his belly and he came, moaning against Kihyun’s mouth, hand clutching Kihyun’s shirt as he continued to jerk him off till he was through.
And that was when he woke up in the semi-darkness, chest rising and falling rapidly as he came down from the high of his orgasm, his clothes wet- soiled from what he realized had been no more than a wet dream.
An amazing and mortifying wet dream.
A wet dream about Yoo Kihyun of all people.
Changkyun groaned and dragged himself out of bed to clean up, wondering how on earth he would face Kihyun after this.