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The first time he said hyung, it was an accident—kinda. All the guys were doing it, making Jeongin do stuff for them. Hyunjin was the first one, arguably the most drunk out of all of them.

“Iyen-ah, get me another drink.” 

“Say it nicely, hyung, and I’ll think about it.” 

“What? You wanna be my hyung so bad, don’t you?” He asks, wrapping around Jeongin. Hyunjin’s logic is flawed, but the blush playing on Jeongin’s cheeks doesn’t look to be just from the alcohol anymore. “Jeongin hyungie, will you please get me another drink?” 

That got everyone's attention. 

What sounds like thousands of voices booms through the room. Hyung, hyungie, hyung-ah, any variation of hyung the guys can think of—Seungmin thinks he hears an oppa thrown in there by someone—is being said by every single one of them, except Seungmin. 

“If someone gets Hyunjin hyung off me, I’ll get some more drinks for us.” 

Jeongin breaks free from Hyunjin’s grasp and, surprisingly, goes to the kitchen to get everyone a drink. But he comes back with seven drinks—how Yang Jeongin is managing not to spill the drinks is beyond Seungmin—but he hands them out to everyone without a spill. 

As Jeongin sits down, Seungmin realizes he didn’t get a drink. Sure, Seungmin was the only one not to ask for another drink, but he still wanted one. 

“Hyungie,” Seungmin borderline whines, catching himself off guard, and Jeongin—his head whips around to Seungmin, the same blush from before spreads across his face—maybe slightly darker now. “You forgot my drink.” 

“Oh. I-I’m sorry, hy-Seungminnie,” Was all Jeongin said before walking back out of the room, his own drink still in hand. If Seungmin had been more perceptive and less inebriated, he might’ve noticed the slight hitch in Jeongin’s breath or the small stutter after he heard Seungmin say it. 

Luckily, the rest of the group did not notice his whine—or at least didn’t acknowledge it—but maybe he’s drunker than he thought. Another drink probably isn’t a good idea. He’s drunk enough for one night. Now he kind of feels bad for making Jeongin get him another drink, though calling him hyung seemed to work to get him to do it for him. He honestly thought Jeongin would laugh it off and tell him no. 

Maybe he should test this again sometime. Not tonight, but sometime soon. 

Seungmin gets up and walks into the kitchen, finding Jeongin pouring him another drink. “Sorry, Jeonginnie. I don’t actually want another drink,” Seungmin says, sitting on the counter next to him. “Could you pour me some water instead?” 

Jeongin finishes pouring the drink before speaking, “I’ll just give this to someone else.” He grabs a new glass and gets the pitcher from the fridge. 

“Is anyone else going to want my beer?” Seungmin giggles, furrowing his brow. “They’re all so stuck up.” He can feel the pout on his lips and can almost perfectly envision the pink on his cheeks as Jeongin looks over at him fondly. 

“I’m sure someone will drink it. It’s mostly Lix hyung who’s stuck up like that.” Jeongin finishes pouring Seungmin’s water. He walks over to hand it to him, but lingers closer than normal. He’s almost standing between Seungmin’s thighs by the time he hands the glass off. 

Seungmin takes a sip, watching as Jeongin’s eyes follow the glass to his lips. Once he puts it to his lips, Jeongin looks like he’s snapped out of a trance, shaking his head lightly and taking a step backwards. 

“We'd better get back,” Jeongin whispers, extending a hand to Seungmin to help him off the counter. He didn’t need to do that, and Seungmin was kind of enjoying the quiet for now, but if Jeongin wants to head back into the chaos, then Seungmin will follow.

Seungmin takes the unnecessary hand, getting off the counter with no issues. Their hands disconnect quickly, both picking up their respective glasses, forgetting the one that Jeongin had originally made for him. 

When they re-enter the room, Jeongin takes a new seat beside Seungmin, abandoning Hyunjin, much to his dismay. He doesn’t react too much, just a small pout on his lips while everyone else teases Jisung about some dumb joke he said. 

Seungmin and Jeongin sit silently together, watching the chaos unfold. 

They don’t talk about that night. None of them do—it’s not like they’re avoiding the conversation of calling Jeongin hyung, it’s just strange they never reference it. Maybe the jokes were never that funny. Seungmin thought they were. 

Seungmin also has a plan, and he’s going to test it again, but maybe he shouldn’t with the joke dead. 

Maybe.

Or. 

Anyway.

The second time he said hyung, it was fully on purpose. He didn’t have a set plan going into Jeongin’s room other than their loose plans to watch their drama together. 

Jeongin is sitting at his desk, flipping between writing and scrolling on his phone. He’s surprised to see Jeongin at his desk. Their rehearsal today lasted longer than any of the guys had expected it to. He looks surprisingly calm, and he didn’t notice Seungmin walking into his room, too consumed with the music playing through his headphones. 

Seungmin plops into Jeongin’s bed and drags his laptop out before Jeongin turns and notices him. He jumps in his seat, making an embarrassingly high noise of surprise. “Holy shit, hyung. You scared me.” 

“I told you I was coming home early for you,” Seungmin says, trying to guess Jeongin’s laptop password, and failing miserably. “What’s your password?” 

“Oh. It’s 0922,” Jeongin says. Seungmin is confused at first and then gives Jeongin a look, “Don’t read into it, hyung. Get the show ready, I gotta piss.” 

Seungmin inputs the password—his birthday, and it works. Jeongin said not to read into it, but Seungmin’s mind is racing. Is Seungmin really Jeongin’s favorite? All the other members claim they see something in Jeongin when he’s with Seungmin, but what do they know? 

This was from Jeongin, his password. It doesn’t matter, really, just a fun fact to use against Jeongin now. 

He puts the show on and pauses it before setting the laptop up near the middle of the bed and moving to his side of the bed, by the wall. Before he can dwell much more, Jeongin comes back into the room and lies down on his side of the bed. 

“Stop thinking about it, hyung. I needed a new password because Hyunjin hyung found out what mine was. As much as I love them, they don’t need access to my laptop.” 

“Still doesn’t explain why it’s my birthday. You just love me so much more?” He asks teasingly, poking Jeongin in hopes of tickling him.

“Sure, whatever you say, hyung,” Jeongin says, trying to be teasing, but Seungmin sees the blush creeping onto his ears. “What?” 

“Why were you at your desk?” 

“Writing lyrics. Well, editing lyrics and monitoring the song you recorded for me. There are some spots that don’t sound right to me. It needs to live up to the other songs you’ve done.” 

“So, you were so engrossed in my voice. That makes you not noticing me a little better,” Seungmin says with an unintentional pout on his lips. He doesn’t mean to be dwelling on this, and he wasn’t thinking about it before he, himself, had said something about it. 

“Was Seungminnie feeling jealous?” Jeongin asks, mimicking Seungmin’s pout. 

“Shut up.” It’s not true, obviously, he was just wondering what Jeongin was doing when they had scheduled plans, but he doesn’t deny it. He should deny it, but he doesn’t. Instead, he hits play on the episode and lies down. 

Seungmin doesn’t even make it halfway through the first episode before he falls asleep. He thinks that Jeongin’s bed must be magic. Every time they watch their show in his bed, Seungmin falls asleep, and he fully blames Jeongin’s magic mattress. 

Seungmin doesn’t know how much time has passed, but he wakes up with Jeongin poking him while speaking some nonsense. It’s not until he looks at the window that he realizes it’s now dark outside. 

“Hyung? Hey, wake up,” Jeongin says, but he’s speaking softly, softly rubbing Seungmin’s waist, softly looking at him, with a soft blush spread across his face. “You should go to your bed. I let you sleep in mine for long enough.” 

Soft, soft, soft, soft, soft.

“Wanna stay,” Seungmin says, rubbing his eyes, still not fully awake. “Please, Innie. ’M sore and sleepy.” 

He just wants to take advantage of Jeongin’s magic mattress. Nothing else. 

Seungmin turns on his side so he’s facing the wall, away from Jeongin. “You’re just like a puppy,” Jeongin whispers, still soft. Seungmin can picture his teasing face perfectly. 

“No,” Seungmin whines and pouts, even though Jeongin cannot see his face. 

“Yes, you are,” He says, patting Seungmin on the head, like you would with a dog. “You’re pouty, whiny, and you wanna stay in my bed.” 

“What are you, my owner?” 

“W-What? Shut up and go to your own bed,” Jeongin stammers, taking his hand away from Seungmin’s head. Seungmin only replies with a whine, and he pushes his body more into the side of the bed. “Min.” 

Sure, the walk to Seungmin’s room is really short, but the rehearsal today was annoyingly long and exhausting, and it’s dark out, and Jeongin can totally share his magic bed. 

Wait. 

This is a perfect time to test out his theory. 

“Please, hyung?” Seungmin asks, still not looking at Jeongin. 

This time, he hears Jeongin’s breath hitch—probably in surprise. “Yeah, fine, you can stay. But stop calling me… that.” 

“Why? Hyungie doesn’t like it?” Seungmin just—he just wants to hear Jeongin’s reaction. Of course. 

“Seungmin, please. Just go back to sleep,” Jeongin says, and Seungmin can feel him getting off the bed. His goal wasn’t to drive Jeongin out of his own bed. 

“Don’t leave,” He says, turning towards Jeongin, a pout forming on Seungmin’s lips. “I’m sorry.” 

“I’m not leaving. Just changing.” Jeongin has the most gorgeous smile. “God, you really are a puppy.” 

This fucker. “If you call me puppy, I will call you hyung.” 

“Okay, puppy,” Jeongin replies while taking his shirt off and grabbing one of his hoodies. He doesn’t put the hoodie on, instead throws it at Seungmin. “Put that on. You’re gonna freeze with just that t-shirt on.” 

Seungmin knows Jeongin is telling him to do something, but his body is very distracting. Which—that. That is a weird thought. Seungmin sees his body all the time.

But Jeongin is undeniably gorgeous. His abs are very defined, his arms are strong, and his hands. His hands are veiny and large, a little bigger than Seungmin’s hands, and so perfect. He could wrap his hands around Seungmin’s wrist easily—wrap around his neck—his cock—

“Hey. Earth to the puppy,” Jeongin says, waving his hand in front of Seungmin’s face. “Too distracted by my beauty?” 

“No.” Yes. “You’re ugly,” he says, slipping the hoodie on, realizing that he is hard. This is a really unfortunate random boner. It was not caused by Jeongin… obviously. “Why did you give me this hoodie, but you’re shirtless, Innie? Won’t you get cold?”  

“Oh? Already moving away from your promise, puppy?” What? Oh right. Does Jeongin want him to call him hyung again? He can do that. For his test, of course. 

“Shut up, hyung.” Seungmin drags out the word this time. “Answer the question.” He is trying so hard to distract himself, looking anywhere but Jeongin’s body—maybe his face—his face isn’t much better. His lips are wrapped in a smile, a slight giggle escaping them; they look so inviting. 

“You run cold. Gotta cover you up,” Jeongin says, looking too pleased with himself. Does he know? “Good night, hyung,” 

“Night, Innie.”  

~~

Seungmin stays in Jeongin’s bed too often nowadays, but Jeongin won’t say anything. He doesn’t want to make Seungmin feel bad about himself or make him think Jeongin doesn’t like him. 

And if Jeongin is honest, he doesn’t want to kick him out. 

Seungmin’s gorgeous in general, but when he’s asleep, he’s divine. His lips—which are almost always in a pout—are in the faintest pout, almost begging to be kissed.

Jeongin wishes he could lean forward and connect their lips. Slide into Seungmin’s space and hold him. Instead, he’ll take a gentle hand down the side of his face, careful not to wake Seungmin, but enough to satiate Jeongin for the night. Or. 

Jeongin leans down, lightly pushing Seungmin’s hair off his forehead to place the softest kiss there. Seungmin stirs a little, so Jeongin gets up. He has to change anyway. “Come back,” he whines. 

Seungmin's whining is the best sound ever to grace Jeongin’s ears, but he needs—“Hyungie.” Fuck. That’s the third time Seungmin’s done that. 

Jeongin turns around slowly. Seungmin still has his eyes closed; he’s still asleep. “Hyung-ah.” But he’s still whining for his hyung, in his asleep state, he probably thinks he’s in someone else's bed. “Jeonginnie hyung.” 

Shit—Jeongin’s hard. “Hyung’s coming to bed, Seungie.” 

Seungmin seems to be happy with that response, humming lightly and turning around to face the wall. Jeongin lets out a shaky sigh, walking out of his bedroom as quietly but quickly as he can. 

He passes by Seungmin’s room—and it’s not a good idea—but, fuck it. 

He slides into Seungmin’s room, closing the door and locking it before going into his closet. He finds the hoodie that Jeongin gave him a couple of weeks ago. He’s surprised Seungmin kept it for so long. 

Jeongin won’t say anything about it, though. He knows Seungmin enough to know that if he says anything, Seungmin will give it back immediately. It might be a good idea to say something and get the hoodie back from Seungmin; it drives him insane. 

Seungmin looks so cuddable and ruinable, and Jeongin wants and wants and wants—

Jeongin sighs, backing away from the closet and lying down on Seungmin’s bed. Seungmin’s smell surrounds him. Jeongin doesn’t even know how he would begin to describe it, but it’s the best thing he’s ever smelled. 

His hand slides down his body, pushing past the waistband of his pants. He bites back a groan as his hand comes in contact with his cock—Jeongin feels guilty when he touches himself to the thought of Seungmin, even more while he’s in Seungmin’s room—but it happens so often since he started calling Jeongin hyung. 

He takes himself out of his pants slowly, dragging his thumb over his tip, spreading the precum that has collected there. It’s too rough to feel good—he can hear Seungmin’s voice in his head, whining about how hyung is hurting him—Jeongin’s hips punch forward into his rough hand. 

He begrudgingly takes his hand off, opening Seungmin’s bedside table to look for lube. Of course it isn’t there. Jeongin drags himself off the bed to look under it, and he finds a shoe box right at the edge. 

He did not expect to find the things he did when he lifted the lid. 

Jeongin finds an almost empty lube bottle and a dildo—a huge one. He holds off the thoughts of Seungmin fucking himself with that and looks deeper into the box. 

Jeongin might black out. Two, no—three skirts, one black, one white, and one light purple. All of them are folded nicely on the left side of the box. Seungmin wears small shorts around Jeongin all the time—but him in a skirt—even in Jeongin’s mind is about to make him pass out. 

Oh god, the right side has a pair of fucking fishnets—two pairs, one black and one white. Jeongin is going to see Seungmin in fishnets at least once in his life. The worst—best part is that the box still has more items in it. 

Under the fishnets, Jeongin finds a fleshlight and three buttplugs. And one of them has a fucking tail attached to it. The final item in the box is a collar at the very bottom, with ‘Good Puppy’ across the front of it. Jeongin is never letting go of the puppy nickname ever. 

This was enough to keep Jeongin hard for months. 

He puts back each item, except the lube, exactly where it was, and then slides back onto Seungmin’s bed. “Hyung’s sorry, Seungie,” Jeongin whispers into the empty room, dropping some of his lube onto himself and slowly stroking himself. 

Jeongin holds back a moan, picturing Seungmin’s long legs and thighs. Wishing he could mark up those clean thighs, or fuck those thighs. Fuck—Jeongin doesn’t let himself think about fucking Seungmin often—but the thought doesn’t leave his mind. 

Pushing through those soft thighs. Seungmin whining—not enough, hyung, please—Hyung’s sorry, Seungie. Just  a little more—

Paint the back of his thighs white, use his own cum to push his dildo into him—A whimper escapes him; fuck, he’s so close already. His free hand flies up to his mouth, muffling all his noises. 

Seungmin’s whines from before play in his head. The first time he said it, everyone else was saying it, but Seungmin was the one who got him hard. Hyungie. You forgot my drink. The second time was worse. Please, hyung?—Hyung will give you everything, pup. 

The ones from tonight. Half asleep, come back, hyungie. Hyung’s here, Seungminnie. He won’t leave you. Hyung-ah. Seungmin doesn’t even know where he is. Jeonginnie hyung. He knows. Please, hyung—Jeonginnie hyung—please—hyung—hyungie—

Jeongin comes all over his hand with a low groan. “Fuck, fuck, fuck.”  He hopes his noises were muffled by his hand. 

Jeongin’s not sure how long he lies on Seungmin’s bed, coming back to himself. 

But eventually he cleans himself off with the tissues that are on Seungmin’s nightstand, making sure to put the lube bottle back exactly as he found it. 

He takes one last look at the dildo in there—it’s actually just slightly smaller than Jeongin is.  

He’s not gonna think about that for too long. 

Jeongin should never think about this night ever again. 

Should, being the keyword. 

Instead, the same fantasies haunt his mind for weeks. 

And then Seungmin says it again. The fourth time, and it’s not even directed towards him. 

Chan and Minho decided to cook food for everyone. Seungmin and Jeongin showed up late after a day of vocal lessons, so everyone was already eating and having a good time. 

As soon as they walked in, Jisung pulled Jeongin over to him, and Seungmin got pulled by Felix. Seungmin lets himself be seated next to Felix, but Jeongin is hungry, so he pulls away from Jisung and goes to make himself a plate. 

He was going to make Seungmin a plate, but forgot once he got into the kitchen. He gets his plate and goes back into the room to find everyone sitting down and eating except Hyunjin and Chan. Jeongin decides to sit opposite Seungmin, not paying any attention to the seven people around him. 

Until. 

“Hyung, will you make my plate?” Jeongin’s head whips over to Seungmin, and surprisingly, he’s met with Seungmin’s eyes. He wasn’t expecting Seungmin to already be looking at him. 

Jeongin hears Chan say something about grabbing Seungmin some food, but Jeongin cuts in, “Give me your plate.” He holds his hand out, and Seungmin gives him the plate, not Chan. 

Jeongin can take care of Seungmin like any of the other guys can. He walks out of the room calm, not paying attention to any of the comments made. What was that?—Is there something going on between you two? Jeongin wishes. I’ll go check on him. 

Chan and another pair of footsteps follow him into the kitchen. “What was that?” So it was Changbin. 

“What was what?” Jeongin asks, he didn’t react dramatically in the dining room. Chan sighs, taking the plate from Jeongin. He almost says something, wanting to do it himself, but decides not to. He doesn’t want Changbin to have more reason to think something's wrong. 

“You stood up like someone had burned you and then demanded Seungmin’s plate.” 

Jeongin doesn’t think he was dramatic in any way before. He stood calmly, asked Seungmin for his plate, and walked away with it. “What?” 

“You did, Innie,” Chan says calmly while putting more food on Seungmin’s plate. “Is something bothering you?” 

Jeongin sighs, leaning against the counter. The same counter he stood between Seungmin’s legs a couple of months ago. The first time Seungmin made Jeongin feel insane to this degree. 

At first, it was just an isolated incident, but now it’s pretty often, and Jeongin feels like he’s going to explode if he doesn’t get what he wants. But he’s not going to make a move on Seungmin. He’s not gonna risk everything getting weird over a crush he has on his best friend. 

“I’m just.” Jeongin doesn’t even know how to phrase what he wants to say. “I’m fine, hyung, really.” Chan and Changbin look at Jeongin like he’s crazy. “I’ve just been tense lately.” 

“I could’ve told you that,” Changbin says softly, though he and Chan laugh lightly at his words. 

“I don’t even know what’s wrong.” Jeongin hopes he’s a good liar. “I’ve just been on edge lately.” 

Chan and Changbin both smile softly, seemingly believing him. “Okay, Innie.” Chan hands him Seungmin’s plate and walks back into the dining room. Jeongin adds a little more before walking back, maybe needing a moment, or maybe he just wants Seungmin to eat more. 

“Took you long enough,” Seungmin pouts, hand going up to take the plate. When is he not pouting? Jeongin loves hi—it. He loves that about Seungmin. 

After Jeongin hands off the plate, he realizes that Felix has switched their places at the table. Which is more than fine by Jeongin, as now he is sitting next to Seungmin. 

“Sorry,” he whispers as he slides next to Seungmin. 

~~

Seungmin blames… anything but himself for the fifth time it happens. 

They spent the whole afternoon together after the show. Shared a meal, then got massages just the two of them, and now are eating again. It’s given Seungmin the time he needed to relax. 

“You look pretty,” Jeongin says, handing Seungmin his food. 

He wasn’t expecting that. “I’m in the hotel robe.” Seungmin laughs, hoping that he’s not blushing visibly. 

“I didn’t say the outfit was pretty.” Jeongin shrugs, sitting down next to Seungmin and opening his phone. Jeongin is giving this nonchalant vibe, but Seungmin—curious and needing to make sure—takes a look at his ears and face and sees a decently deep blush spreading across his face. 

Seungmin smiles, holding back a laugh, and fumbles in his bag for some chopsticks. Instead, he finds cards for a game that the staff had given them for a live stream. Seungmin thinks they were supposed to do it with a staff member in the room, but. 

“Wanna go live while we eat?” Seungmin asks Jeongin out of nowhere, really. “We have those cards from the staff that we could play.” 

Jeongin shrugs, still looking at his phone, the blush finishes spreading and slowly dissipates. “We can if you want, hyung. I don’t care what we do.” 

Seungmin doesn’t care either is the problem, but this is a way to keep them together or a little longer. “Let’s do it.” Jeongin smiles softly, giggling while setting up a phone for the live stream. “What?” 

“Nothing,” Jeongin says, mumbling something after that Seungmin didn’t hear. He doesn’t dwell on it too much, only tilting his head in confusion as Jeongin fumbles a little with the phone until he gets the live going. 

They sit and talk about nothing while the live gets going, and Seungmin pretty much forgets about his food until Jeongin starts to open his. Again, he looks around for chopsticks but finds that Jeongin has both pairs. 

“Hyung, will you give me some chopsticks?” Well, that slipped out. 

Seungmin watches the blush reappear on his cheeks and ears, and cascade down on his neck. “No,” Jeongin complains, but he hands the ones he had in his hands already, and the ones he was going to use to Seungmin. 

“Thank you,” Seungmin says in an annoying tone, trying to diminish the blush all over Jeongin. In a way, he hopes that the camera is picking it up, but it’s probably not, and he doesn’t want the questions that will come with that. 

Now that he thinks about it, what would be his answer to those questions? 

Seungmin knows he loves Jeongin—he loves all the guys—but it feels… different? He’s always seen Jeongin as his best friend, his little brother. Why has that changed over the last year? 

Or has it changed? It feels like something has changed. 

Jeongin feels older, wiser, and more mature—like a hyung. A couple of months ago, Seungmin had vivid fantasies about Jeongin. It was late, and he was about to sleep, so he didn’t think anything of it—it could’ve happened with anyone. 

But it didn’t happen with anyone; it happened with Jeongin. He couldn’t think about any of the other guys like he thinks of Jeongin. 

Seungmin is going to have to talk to Jeongin about this. He understands Seungmin in a way he doesn’t understand himself—he knows Jeongin loves him—but could he love him? Well, he could—does he? is the question. 

He’s always known he loves Jeongin. He probably has known that since the day they met—Jeongin and lovable stay in the same sentence. The rest of the guys would, and have, described their relationship as more. 

Seungmin’s not sure what they totally mean, but Jeongin has been more to him as of recently. Jeongin is the person he goes to most often to unwind or get out of his head. 

It’s not like Jeongin does anything differently than the rest of them; he just is calming and loving—and they do nothing, but they do everything together. 

Seungmin promises himself that after the live stream is over, he will talk to Jeongin. 

~~

When they finish the live stream, Jeongin expects Seungmin to waddle back to his room pretty quickly, but he’s just been sitting there. To be fair to him, Hyunjin only left ten minutes ago. 

“You okay, hyung?” Jeongin asks, sitting next to him on the couch. 

Seungmin doesn’t respond, seemingly stuck in his thoughts. So, he’s not okay or thinking about something important. “Hyung-ah,” Jeongin says softly, rubbing Seungmin’s back lightly to get his attention. 

Seungmin hums, looking over at him. Jeongin keeps his hand on his back. “I just—I’ve been thinking, and we need to talk.” That never means anything good. Jeongin takes his hand off his back and sits a little straighter. 

“About what?” he replies, trying to hide his nervousness. 

“It’s not bad—just.” Seungmin takes a moment to find his words. “You love me? Right?” he blurts out the question, not seemingly ready for the answer. 

“I do love you,” Jeongin answers sincerely, grabbing Seungmin by the wrist to play with his hand. He lets his hand be played with, and he looks a little calmer with a distraction. 

“Well, I mean like.” He takes another pause, laying his head on Jeongin’s shoulder. Jeongin is going to melt, he’s so cute. “I think—and I’m not entirely sure, which is why I’m asking you, cause you know me better than myself—I think I’m in love with you.” 

Correction, Jeongin is bursting with love from how cute that was. He sounds small and insecure, and he’s… wait. “Hyung.” He thinks what? “You think you’re what?” 

“I thought this might be bad,” Seungmin whispers, trying to pull away, but Jeongin keeps a hold on his hand, lacing their fingers together. “It’s fine, Innie. You don’t have to pity me—” 

“Seungmin.” Jeongin cuts him off, taking his other hand and cupping Seungmin’s face. He maneuvers Seungmin so he’s looking him in the eyes—and Seungmin looks like he’s going to cry. “Can I kiss you?” 

Seungmin’s watery eyes fade into surprise. He nods, leaning into Jeongin’s space. Jeongin teases him, pulling back slightly until he whines and pouts—more than he already is—and he just has to give in. 

Jeongin has thought about this for years, and still, his dreams have never been as good as this. Seungmin’s lips are soft, and he’s still pouting into Jeongin’s lips. It’s a short and sweet kiss, but it got that adorable pout off Seungmin’s lips. 

“So,” Seungmin starts. He looks like he might cry again. Jeongin doesn’t know if that’s a good thing or not. 

“Do you know the answer to your question now?” Jeongin asks, rubbing the side of Seungmin’s face with his thumb. He melts into the touch, nuzzling his hand—almost like a puppy would. 

Jeongin wants to shake him. 

“Maybe.” 

Jeongin hums, pressing their lips together again. A soft, smiley kiss. “I think you should know.” Jeongin gets closer, almost whispering into Seungmin’s mouth. “I’m in love with you.” 

Seungmin leans forward again, one more soft kiss. “I am ninety—no—ninety-nine percent sure that I’m in love with you.” Jeongin laughs, scooping the other boy up and into his lap. “What?” he asks, blushing and trying to hide in Jeongin’s neck. 

“That’s just such a you response,” he says, kissing Seungmin on the cheek, then the jaw, slowly moving down to his neck, which is pink with a new blush. Jeongin keeps kissing him on the neck, almost sucking on it, but not enough to make a mark. 

“Careful…” Seungmin starts, but his words quickly slide into a low moan. 

“I will be,” Jeongin whispers into his neck. “But just know I don’t want to be.” 

Seungmin giggles, and it fades into a whine as Jeongin bites at his neck. God, Jeongin wants to see Seungmin in those things he found that night. He wonders if Seungmin has it all—but it’s Seungmin, so he most likely doesn’t. 

“You don’t know how hard it has been—and I have been—for the past couple of months.” 

Seungmin emerges from Jeongin’s neck, looking him in the eyes. “Why, hyung?” he asks, feigning innocence. That’s the sixth time Seungmin has called Jeongin hyung, and he can finally do something about it—after his brain turns back on. “Hyung~” 

One more reboot. 

Jeongin grabs onto the robe Seungmin has on over his normal clothes and slowly pulls it off him. Slow enough that Seungmin could stop him if he wanted to, but he doesn’t. Once it’s off, Seungmin folds it and places it on the couch next to them. “I’m gonna lift you.” 

Immediately after those words leave his mouth, Jeongin lifts him and carries him over to the bed. “More of a warning would have been nice,” Seungmin says, holding onto him like he’s going to fall and die. To be fair, accounting for Jeongin’s clumsiness is a fair concern, but Jeongin is the most careful he’s ever been. 

“Hyung’s not going to drop you.” Jeongin already wants to say that forever, and the way Seungmin shivers in his arms is making him want to say it even more. “You like it, too?” he asks, setting Seungmin down on the bed. 

Seungmin doesn’t respond—his eyes give Jeongin the answer he needs anyway—full of lust. 

His eyes slide down. And down. And while he’s sitting on his knees, his hands slide up Jeongin’s legs, ghosting touches over Jeongin’s cock. 

A groan slips out of Jeongin as he opens his mouth to speak. “Oh—I have a confession to make.” He puts a hand under Seungmin’s jaw, making him look up at Jeongin. “I found the shoe box in your room.” 

Seungmin gasps, backing away with an embarrassed flush spread across his face and neck, disappearing under his shirt. “Did you open it?” he asks bashfully. 

“Yes, and I have never been more intrigued.” Jeongin crawls onto the bed and over to Seungmin, pushing him down into the bed so he can’t move. “Do you have it?” 

He takes a second. “Not all of it.” Jeongin lights up. 

“What do you have?”

“Hyung,” Seungmin whines, not wanting to answer the question. “All I have is the lube.” 

Fuck. Jeongin really wanted Seungmin in a skirt. “Hyung has an idea. Do you trust me?” 

Seungmin looks at him like he doesn’t, but nods yes anyway. Amazing. Jeongin doesn’t say another word before basically running over to his suitcase. He rummages around in his suitcase before finding a skirt—which he hasn’t worn yet for his stage, but he has it. 

“Seungminnie, my puppy, my baby,” he says while slowly walking closer to Seungmin, hiding the very short black skirt behind his back. 

“You’re scaring me.” 

“But, in like a sexy way, right?” Seungmin laughs, but nods, still anxious about what Jeongin’s hiding. He waits a second for Seungmin to audibly tell him it’s in a sexy way, but it doesn’t happen. 

So he slowly shows Seungmin the skirt. “Wear it for me?” Jeongin pouts, hoping his pouting power will work on Seungmin. 

“Jeongin.” He seems apprehensive, but Jeongin has hope. He leaves the skirt on the edge of the bed and crawls back on top of Seungmin. This time, Seungmin pulls him down into a kiss. 

Jeongin immediately pushes his tongue through Seungmin’s lips and into his mouth, exploring it, savoring it. Seungmin takes it greedily, moaning into Jeongin’s mouth, his hands sliding under Jeongin’s sweatshirt. 

Seungmin’s hands explore his body as his tongue explores his mouth, both of them taking it slow at first, fading into something more lustful. 

Seungmin tugs on his shirt more, wanting it off. Jeongin pulls back, giving Seungmin one extra kiss before pulling his shirt over his head. “I’ll wear the skirt, but you can’t make fun of me.” 

Jeongin gasps as Seungmin sits up, sliding a hand up and down Jeongin’s chest. “Hyung would never,” he says, helping Seungmin take his t-shirt off. 

His hand glides down Seungmin’s chest and tummy, not minding Seungmin’s shiver. He’s lean but pudgy, and Jeongin wants to kiss and bite and squeeze him everywhere. “God, you’re perfect.” 

Jeongin knows what Seungmin is about to say, something self-loathing, but Jeongin doesn’t let him, shushing him as he opens his mouth. One of his hands pushes him back down on his back, and the other comes up to appreciate his chest. 

Seungmin squirms a bit, but lets Jeongin touch everywhere. “You said careful earlier, but can I—” 

“Yes, hyung-ah,” he breathes out high and strained, cutting Jeongin off. “Yes, please.” 

He immediately leans down to kiss Seungmin, he tries to get more than just pecks, but Jeongin doesn’t give him any more. He knows himself; if he gets caught up with kissing, he’ll get too distracted to fully appreciate Seungmin. 

Seungmin—of course—starts whining and pouting. Jeongin doesn’t think he will ever be unaffected by that sound. 

He moves down—missing Seungmin’s whines as he does—kissing along his jaw, his neck, and quickly moves on to his chest. 

He sucks the first hickey into Seungmin’s chest, then places a kiss on Seungmin’s nipple. Seungmin whimpers, immediately arching into the touch. Jeongin needs to hear more now. 

Jeongin pays extra attention to his nipple, licking and nibbling, relishing all of the noises he’s pulling out of Seungmin. 

“Jeong—please,” Seungmin eventually gasps, pulling Jeongin’s hair lightly to get him off. Jeongin follows, moving back up to kiss him again, but puts his hands on both of his nipples, still stimulating him. 

He moans and whines into Jeongin’s mouth, and Jeongin swallows all his sounds greedily. 

“Just—ahh—stop,” he whimpers into Jeongin’s mouth. He stops, pulling away from Seungmin completely with one last peck. “Give me the skirt and turn around, hyung.” 

Jeongin sighs shakily, handing him the skirt, and begrudgingly turns around so he’s sitting on the bed facing the other direction. “Thank you, Seungminnie.”

Jeongin is usually patient, but he is practically vibrating out of his skin while waiting. 

“You can turn around, hyung.” 

Jeongin’s jaw drops, and his dick is very interested. Seungmin’s boxers are a little longer than the skirt, but his thighs are on full display. He sits with his legs hanging off the bed and beckons Seungmin closer. “You’re gorgeous.” 

His hands—almost not wanting to touch him as if he’ll break under his touch—glide over his thighs, all the way up to the bottom edge of his boxers. “Can hyung take these off?” 

Seungmin puts his hands on Jeongin’s shoulders, grounding himself. “Yes, hyung-ah.” 

Jeongin slowly slides his boxers off Seungmin, making sure he doesn’t change his mind. Once he’s out of them, Seungmin crowds into Jeongin’s space, pulling him into a kiss. This time, Seungmin uses Jeongin’s distracted mind and hands to explore Jeongin’s mouth. 

Jeongin grabs the back of his plush thighs, both of them moaning into each other’s mouths. Their kiss turns more into just breathing into each other’s mouths as his hands reach Seungmin’s ass. He kneads and squeezes the plush skin there, teasing his hole with one finger but not pushing in. 

Jeongin does it again with a little more pressure, and Seungmin breaks the kiss with a loud whimper, his head falling onto Jeongin’s shoulder. He grinds forward onto Jeongin’s chest, and he can feel his cock through the small piece of fabric. 

“Go do a spin for hyung, pup,” Jeongin whispers in his ear, giving his ass one last squeeze before letting go. He takes a second, then backs up—and the skirt tenting is Jeongin’s breaking point. He grabs Seungmin and basically throws him back on the bed. 

Jeongin knew he shouldn’t have taken the boxers off yet… Oh well, he’ll just have to fully appreciate Seungmin in a skirt later. 

Seungmin makes a sound of surprise, but he quickly quiets down as Jeongin flips his skirt up. This time, Jeongin is smart and doesn’t look at his cock, instead focusing on his thighs for now. 

Seungmin’s legs part on instinct, but Jeongin still says, “Sorry, Seungie,” before he starts kissing Seungmin’s thigh. He sucks a couple of marks in one thigh, giving the other one matching attention before even letting himself look at Seungmin’s cock. 

He switches back to the first thigh, licking and almost biting there, almost teasing with his teeth. “Innie—ahh. Please,” he whines, hands flying to Jeongin’s hair, trying to tug him closer to his cock. 

Jeongin licks from his thigh up to the very tip of his cock, letting the salty precum collect on his tongue, making eye contact with Seungmin as he swallows it down. “How many times can you come?” 

Seungmin’s hips twitch, grinding upwards into Jeongin’s chin—which Jeongin very quickly shuts down, holding him down by the waist with one of his hands. “I—hyung. I don’t know.” 

“More than once?” Jeongin asks, using his free hand to rub Seungmin’s inner thigh. Seungmin nods, one of his hands coming up to cover his mouth. Jeongin doesn’t like that, but he doesn’t say anything for now. 

Now he can look at Seungmin’s cock. 

And it’s perfect—just like the rest of him. Even better than Jeongin’s imagination. He’s shorter than Jeongin, but around the same thickness, maybe. Jeongin wants to swallow him, he thinks, forgetting that he can, and this isn’t a dream. 

He looks up at Seungmin while hovering over his cock, making sure this is okay. Seungmin nods, threading his fingers through Jeongin’s hair. “Please.” 

With that explicit consent, Jeongin swallows him down instantly—he can tease later. Right now, Jeongin needs this just as much as Seungmin does if his noises are anything to go by. Jeongin digs his hands into Seungmin’s thighs, hoping they’ll bruise over the hickeys there. 

“Fucking—Jeonginnie,” Seungmin whines, hips twitching up into Jeongin’s mouth. 

Seungmin’s cock fits nicely in his mouth. He doesn’t gag, as Jeongin has never had a strong gag reflex, so he sets a fast and intense pace. He relishes the way Seungmin’s fingers dig into his scalp, the way his body arches into his mouth, and especially the way he’s pulling and pushing Jeongin’s head. 

He’s trying to fuck Jeongin’s mouth, but he is clearly not experienced with it, so Jeongin keeps his control. “Hyung-ah, fuck. Jeongin hyung. Please.” 

Jeongin moans at the use of the honorific with his name, bobbing his head faster for a second before going up to tease his tip. “Plea—please.” Seungmin’s going to have to beg better than that. He runs his tongue around his tip, fully tasting the precum that’s been leaking out of him. 

“Hyung, please.” Do better, Seungminnie. Jeongin pops off his cock, but doesn’t tell him what he wants; instead, he runs his tongue from the base of his dick all the way up to his slit, digging in. As he does that, he drags the hand not on Seungmin’s dick down to his hole, teasing a finger there. 

“Fuck—no. S-sorry,” Seungmin moans, coming all over Jeongin’s chin. He tries to catch most of it in his mouth, but doesn’t. Most of it runs down his chin, threatening to drip off him and onto his skirt. Seungmin quickly catches it all on his fingers before it can fall. “I’m sorry. Hyung, I—” 

“It’s okay, baby,” Jeongin says, sitting Seungmin up and sitting up to kiss Seungmin once. He knows Seungmin tastes himself—wait. Jeongin grabs Seungmin's wrist, putting his hand in front of their faces. “Clean up your mess.” 

“What—Jeongin. I don’t.” 

“You don’t have to, pup,” Jeongin says softly, cutting Seungmin’s sentence short. He grabs Seungmin’s wrist again, dragging his hand closer to his own face before Seungmin jerks back and licks up only some of it—he doesn’t give much reaction before shoving his own fingers in his mouth so fast he gags. “Careful, puppy. Can’t have you hurt.” 

Jeongin wants to stuff his mouth full of more than just fingers. Wants to see him gag on something else—Jeongin wonders if he ever practiced sucking on the dildo he has—alone in his room, trying to shove it down his throat. 

Seungmin whimpers around his own fingers, bringing Jeongin back to the present. After a moment, he slowly takes them out, showing Jeongin how clean they are. “Good boy, Seungie. Though you left hyung all messy,” he says with a slight pout on his face. 

He looks confused for a second before realizing that there is still cum on Jeongin’s face. He leans forward, licking it all up before plunging his tongue into Jeongin’s mouth. He has never thought Seungmin was more perfect for him than tonight. 

“Hyung’s all clean now,” Seungmin whispers, still centimeters from Jeongin’s face. “Can…treat?” Seungmin reaches between them, pawing at Jeongin’s cock while speaking. “Please?” 

As much as Jeongin wants to say yes and have an opportunity to feel Seungmin’s perfect mouth—especially after that whole show Seungmin gave—he shakes his head no. Seungmin looks like a fucking kicked puppy. He makes it so hard to say no. “I don’t think I’ll be able to go again, and I need to fuck you, pup.” 

“I don’t think you’ve ever told me no.” Seungmin’s hand fades from pawing to grabbing him through his pants. Now he’s looking down, and he looks surprised. “Take off your pants.” 

“Ask hyung nicely,” Jeongin says, putting one of his hands on the back of Seungmin’s head, tugging on the hair there so he looks up at him. Seungmin whimpers, eyes going wide and hazy. 

“Hyungie.” He doesn’t even need to continue talking; how he just whined that out has Jeongin twitching under his hand. Seungmin breathes in, probably shocked about how much Jeongin enjoys that. “Will you please take off your pants?” 

Jeongin smirks, slipping away from Seungmin’s wandering hand to stand up. He takes off only his pants, leaving his boxers on. Seungmin pouts, dragging his knees up to his chest. He’s so fucking cute, Jeongin can’t handle it—and neither can his cock. 

“You should take those off too, hyung,” Seungmin whines, pointing at Jeongin’s boxers. He shrugs in response, not taking them off, and instead opens the side table to throw lube onto the bed. “Why do you have that in there?” 

“Got bored earlier,” he shrugs again. 

“I was with you all day.” Jeongin crawls across the bed, over to Seungmin’s side. Is he really going to admit this? 

Jeongin contemplates not telling him, but… “You left for a shower,” he whispers, fiddling with the lube bottle. 

“Hyung.” Seungmin grabs one of Jeongin’s hands, putting it in the middle of both of his. “I love you, but I was out of your sight a total of maybe twenty minutes today.” 

I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you I love you—

“Jeongin.” 

“You were either showing off your thighs or moaning in my ear.” He grabs Seungmin’s legs with both of his hands, sliding them down so he’s sitting with them flat on the bed, and begrudgingly has to take the skirt off now. Jeongin has to tell himself he will have Seungmin in a skirt again to keep sane. 

He should have sat on his hands so he could fully appreciate Seungmin. Instead, he was overtaken by his fantasies. He slides the skirt off Seungmin slowly, keeping his fingers in contact with Seungmin’s skin as he does, throwing it onto the side table. “We chilled and got massages.” 

“Exactly, baby,” Jeongin whispers, moving so he’s sitting between Seungmin’s legs, they open without him having to ask. He runs a hand over the hickeys he left with one hand, opening the bottle of lube with the other. Seungmin stays quiet, but Jeongin can hear his breath catching. “Can hyung open you up?” 

“Yes, please, but no teasing, hyung.” He looks like he’s contemplating saying more, so Jeongin stays quiet, still caressing his thigh. “It’s been a while… And—and I’ve never come that fast. Ever. So, I'm nervous.” 

Jeongin coats his fingers in lube, circling Seungmin’s hole with one finger. “Just tell me if it’s too much, or not enough, baby.” 

“Yes, sir—hyung. Yes, hyung.” 

Jeongin’s movements still in an instant. “I don’t have time to unpack that.” 

“Unpack what, sir?” Jeongin pushes his finger in in retaliation, loving how Seungmin gasps and tries to glare at him. Unfortunately for Seungmin, his glare is as effective as a small puppy’s would be with a finger inside of him. 

“Stick to hyung.” Seungmin nods, hands digging into the sheets under him. 

“Yes, sir.” 

“I’m just going to. Shut up.” 

Jeongin tries to keep Seungmin comfortable while still going quickly—but it proves to be a challenge. As he works the second finger into Seungmin, his cock starts to get hard again. “More, hyung,” he whines, moving back onto Jeongin’s finger. 

He slowly pushes in the second finger, watching Seungmin’s face closely for signs of pain or discomfort, but all he sees is pleasure and bliss on his face. “Can I—fuck—can I admit something?” Seungmin asks, still trying to move back on his fingers. 

“Of course,” he says softly, now searching for Seungmin’s prostate. 

“When—when I. The reason I came so fast before was—fucking—” Seungmin’s sentence trails into a loud moan, his back arching off the bed. Found it. He tries to glare again. Jeongin can’t hold back his smile as his face folds into pleasure again. 

Jeongin keeps massaging the area for a couple more moments, wanting to hear Seungmin whimper like this forever, before focusing on stretching him again. “Sorry, Seungie. Continue.” 

“When I jerk off or—fuck—I don’t really touch my cock—like until I’m about to come.” He eases a third finger in while Seungmin’s talking. His breath gets shakier, but he continues, “I guess I—I should’ve told you that before.” 

He can tell Seungmin’s still embarrassed, even with his eyes a little hazy. If Jeongin’s honest—and he is going to be—it was one of the hottest things he’s ever seen. “It was my goal to get you to come before we started this anyway,” he says, grabbing one of Seungmin’s hands and placing a kiss on it. “And it was one of the hottest things I’ve ever seen.” 

Seungmin flushes even more than he is, squirming on Jeongin’s fingers. “Hurry up, hyung,” he whines, ignoring Jeongin’s statement. That's gonna have to be worked on. Jeongin’s puppy must have the best of manners. 

“I saw the collar you have.” He doesn’t stop stretching Seungmin, and he does not hurry up. “You want to be hyung’s good puppy?” Seungmin clenches around his fingers, not looking Jeongin in the eyes anymore. That’s enough of an answer for now. “Then be patient.” 

Jeongin takes a little longer than necessary stretching Seungmin, making sure he’s fully prepped—and to see if Seungmin can be patient. He slowly guides his fingers out of Seungmin, muttering quiet apologies in response to Seungmin’s whines. 

He takes his boxers off, cringing at the way his cock bounces back to his stomach—but Seungmin looks very intrigued. “You kept this from me?” He sounds pained. 

Jeongin doesn’t respond, instead grabbing the lube—fuck—“I just realized, I don't have a condom… Do you? Is that okay?” How could Jeongin forget a fucking condom in all of this? That’s like pretty fucking important. 

“I mean, I was clean the last check the company did, and I haven’t slept with anyone since,” Seungmin shrugs. He can tell Seungmin is trying to downplay his nervousness about Jeongin’s answer. 

“Same—I’m clean. I’m also fully okay without a condom, but knowing you—are you sure you’re okay without?” The last thing Jeongin wants to do is make Seungmin think he has to do anything. 

“I’m more than okay with this,” Seungmin says shyly. 

Jeongin sighs, full of relief. He cannot believe he got so swept up in Seungmin that he forgot protection. “You’re sure?” 

This time, Seungmin sighs. “Yes. Now, please, put your stupidly big dick in me.” Jeongin can’t control how his cock twitches at Seungmin’s words as he opens up the lube. “Oh? Hyung liked that a lot.” 

Jeongin lubes his cock up, watching Seungmin’s eyes glide up and down with his hands. And in a breath, so quiet Jeongin almost doesn’t hear, he says, “It’s not gonna fit…” Jeongin lines himself up, using all of his self-control not to slam into Seungmin. 

“You ready, Seungie?” 

“Yes, hyung.” 

He pushes in slowly, watching Seungmin stretch around him—addicting is the only way he is able to describe the sight. He grabs one of Seungmin’s hands blindly, his gaze locked down until he bottoms out. 

When he looks up, he sees Seungmin’s cheeks wet with tears. And the sight doesn’t turn him on any more than he already is. “Are you okay?” he asks, rubbing the back of Seungmin’s hand with his thumb. 

“Yes—I’m just feeling emotions. I just love you so mu—” Jeongin’s hips kick forward by accident. He immediately stills himself after, but feels bad when a moan rips itself out of Seungmin’s throat, stopping him from talking. 

“Sorry, sorry, sorry,” Jeongin mutters, hiding in Seungmin’s neck, placing an apologetic kiss there. “Hyung’s sorry.” 

“Fucking—talk later, please, hyungie. Need you,” Seungmin whines, probably with a pout on his face as he digs a heel into Jeongin’s back. “Want you. Need hyung-ah.” 

Jeongin starts slowly—if not for Seungmin, then himself—wrapping Seungmin in a kiss. It’s more of breathing into each other’s mouths than kissing, but it’s keeping Jeongin from coming too soon.

He stays slow, just grinding movements, until Seungmin starts moving against him. He threads his fingers in Jeongin’s hair to pull him into a real kiss as Jeongin speeds up slightly. 

Jeongin tries to keep control of the kiss, but his pace slips from him, so he lets Seungmin explore his mouth. 

Seungmin throws his head back abruptly—his hands falling out of Jeongin’s hair. “There, there. Right there, hyung.”

Jeongin pulls up from the kiss, pulling his hand away from Seungmin’s to grip onto his waist. Seungmin’s perfect fucking waist. He shifts so he can hit Seungmin’s prostate dead on, pushing ah-ah-ah’s out of Seungmin. 

“Oh—fuck—you’re perfect.” Jeongin groans, watching Seungmin’s tummy bulge up very slightly every time he thrusts in. He slides his hand over the bulge, feeling himself through Seungmin’s skin. 

“I—I doubt that.” Seungmin hasn’t even noticed yet, and he’s still so self-deprecating—Jeongin wants Seungmin to see himself the way he sees him. He has to wait for that conversation, though. Instead, he grabs Seungmin’s hand to show him the bulge. “Wh—what? Is that?” 

Jeongin leaves his hand there, moving back to keep a—hopefully—bruising grip on his waist. “God—I love you.” Seungmin gasps, pushing down on where the bulge keeps popping up. Jeongin moans as loudly as he has tonight, and Seungmin’s eyes sparkle at it. 

“Choke me, hyung?” Seungmin asks with the most innocent eyes. That was not what Jeongin was expecting to come out of that beautiful mouth. “Please, hyung, please.” 

He’ll do anything Seungmin wants or needs. 

Jeongin slows down to ask, “Do you have a nonverbal safe word?” Seungmin grabs onto Jeongin’s forearm, tapping him twice. “Do it once if I ask and you’re okay.” Seungmin taps him once in response, silently begging with his eyes. 

Jeongin gets his pace back to what it was before, tracing patterns with one of his hands up to Seungmin’s neck slowly. Seungmin keeps his hand on Jeongin’s forearm, squeezing it there in an attempt to speed things up, but Jeongin goes slow. 

Circling the skin around his bulge, circling both of his nipples, and sliding around the hickies covering his chest before resting his hand over Seungmin’s throat. He doesn’t put any pressure, but Seungmin is already shivering under his hand, begging for it with his body. 

Jeongin puts the smallest amount of pressure, and Seungmin comes with a high noise. “Hyung, hyung, Jeongin hyung-ah.” He takes away the pressure, but keeps his hand there, still thrusting into Seungmin until he’s whining from overstimulation. 

“You made another mess,” he whispers, trying his best not to move. “Hyung’ll have to clean this one up, hmm?” 

Seungmin’s chest falls up and down a few times before he looks at Jeongin. “You didn’t. No, no, no, no.” He sees Seungmin’s eyes start to fill with tears. “Hyung-ah, ’m sorry. I’m sorry, sorry—”

Jeongin cuts him off softly after the first tear falls from his eyes. “Hey, it’s okay, baby.” This was about Seungmin anyway—and if Jeongin wants to fulfill some long-time fantasy of fucking Seungmin’s plush little thighs, that’s just a benefit to the situation. “Can I be so honest with you?” 

Seungmin sniffles, wiping the right side of his face off—Jeongin gets to the right before he can. “Yes, hyung.” Seungmin pouting and crying and calling him hyung and everything is too much and he feels like he might blow his load before he gets to those gorgeous thighs. 

“I really, really—and I mean really want to fuck your thighs.” Seungmin smiles, but is still crying. 

“You planned this, didn’t you, hyung?” Jeongin glares at him, but they both cringe as he slowly pulls out of Seungmin. Jeongin quietly apologizes, lifting Seungmin’s legs and kissing the back of his thighs. Seungmin folds his legs all the way to his chest. 

“You are perfect, my love.” Seungmin makes a sound of disagreement. Jeongin chooses to ignore it for now. He can train him to take it better later. “I wouldn’t tell you so if you weren’t.” He couldn’t resist saying something. 

Jeongin is going to actually ignore the disagreeing noise that comes from Seungmin this time. Instead, he grabs the lube and puts it on himself and Seungmin’s amazing thighs. 

He grabs Seungmin’s legs to put them over his shoulders and positions himself between his thighs, slowly pushing through, making sure everything is—this is everything he dreamed of and more. He wants all of Seungmin. 

“Jeongin, are you—hyung, are you sure this feels good?” 

“Every fucking thing I have ever wanted and more, my sweet puppy,” he replies, his hands wandering all over Seungmin’s plush thighs. He wants to sink his teeth into them again. 

He’s unreal—Seungmin can’t be real. He’s a figment of Jeongin’s imagination here to tempt him. “Hyung, hyungie.” Definitely not real. 

“Hyung does love this so much. Oh, hyung—” Seungmin curiously slides his hand up toward Jeongin’s cock, playing with his tip as he thrusts out. 

“Seung—Seungie, baby. Please, hyung’s gonna.” Jeongin watches as Seungmin’s cock starts stirring back. He wasn’t kidding when he said he could do a lot. “Oh, fuck—baby.” 

Jeongin thinks he sees god in the form of Seungmin’s tear-ridden face as he comes all over his chest, adding another layer there. 

Seungmin works him through it when he loses the strength to thrust into his thighs anymore, pulling away at Jeongin’s hiss of over-sensitivity. “You’re perfect—fucking. So perfect.” 

Seungmin goes to speak—but Jeongin already knows what he’s going to say. “Shhh, let me appreciate and love you.” 

Seungmin stays quiet, letting Jeongin collapse beside him. “Jeongin, I’m sticky,” he says after a moment or two of silence. 

He waits for the impatient whine to come before asking, “Bath or shower?” 

“Shower and then bed.” Jeongin can do that. 

“With me?” 

“Of course, hyung.” 

~~ 

After the shower, Seungmin has never been happier to be in a bed with Jeongin. He finally figured out that it wasn’t the mattress that was helping him sleep. 

“You have to take me on a date before we’re dating," Seungmin whispers into Jeongin’s chest. 

Jeongin wraps his arms a little tighter; he doesn’t want him to ever let go. “Why do I have to treat you?” 

“I thought you were my hyung.” Seungmin pouts even though Jeongin can’t see him—he can probably feel it. 

“Hyung’ll treat you to whatever you want.” He can hear the smug smirk on Jeongin’s face, and all he wants to do is kiss it off him. 

“I’m gonna hold you to that, hyungie~” 

~~

Hyunjin [10:28] 

our babies are finally together !!

that being said don’t go to innie’s room, you’ll hear sounds you wish you never did

Chan [10:28]

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Felix [10:29]

I CALLED 

THAT SHIT

MONTHS AGO

Changbin [10:31]

Chan and Minho, you both owe me money

Jisung [11:25]

minho hyung owes me money too 

Felix [11:26]

ME TOO LMAO

Minho [11:32]

i thought i was gonna win big 

Jeongin [2:08]

i hate you all

seung also hates you all 

and you have to share your earnings with us

Seungmin [12:48]

It’s morning and I still don’t have money in my account 

Seungmin [1:23]

So you’re all active last night, but now we're ghosting this chat? 

Jeongin [1:43]

sick and twisted 

they hate us seung