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A Guide by Bang Chan
Multiple Ships - Smau, Crack, Romance
(in progress - paused)
My Sun, My Moon and My Stars
Bang Chan/Lee Know - Romance, Mild Angst, Smut
(Finished)
Wrong Number
Bang Chan/Kim Hongjoong - Smut
(Finished)
Make it up to You
Bang Chan/Choi San - Smut
(Finished)
Teach Me Love
Jeong Yunho/Kim Seungmin - Slow Burn
(Finished)
Lock Our Love
Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh - Slow Burn
(Ongoing)
In Your Arms
Bang Chan/F!Reader
(Finished)
Spotlight
Seo Changbin/Jeon Soyeon
(Finished)
Lips Like Candy
Park Seonghwa/Choi Jongho - Smut
(Finished)
I Take Care Of You
Kim Hongjoong/Afab!Reader - Smut
(Finished)
Wrong Number
Bang Chan/Kim Hongjoong - Smut
(Finished)
Make it up to You
Bang Chan/Choi San - Smut
(Finished)
To Ten Million Fireflies
Choi San/Jung Wooyoung - Angst
(Finished)
Teach Me Love
Jeong Yunho/Kim Seungmin - Slow Burn
(Finished)
Milkyway Love
Kim Hongjoong/Jameela Kang(OC)/Park Seonghwa - Mild Angst
(Finished)
Slither Into My Heart And My Mind
TXT
Choi Yeonjun/Tentacles - Smut
(Finished)
How I Die My First Death
BTS
Kim Taehyung/Jeon Jungkook
(Finished)
Punchline
NCT
Jeong Jaehyun/Moon Taeil
(Finished)
Lock Our Love
NCT/Stray Kids
Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh - Slow Burn
(Ongoing)
Spotlight
Stray Kids/Gidle
Seo Changbin/Jeon Soyeon
(Finished)Â
Spirit Of Competition
Zerobasone
Kim Jiwoong/Kim Gyuvin/Sung Hanbin
(Finished)Â
Iâm Going Freaky
Xikers
Choi Sumin/Anonymus
(Finished)
Their legs were untied, but Jake stayed close. Jaehyun slipped his arm around Jake's shoulders to get him even closer, and then leaned in, breathing in cinnamon and sweat.
"I don't think we need to worry about most of the teams," he whispered.
Jake tensed. He whipped his head around so quickly, Jaehyun had to pull away to avoid collision. Big eyes got bigger and Jake bowed as much as he could with Jaehyun still standing close.
"I'm sorry!"
"Did I startle you?"
"No, IâŚ" Jake smiled bashfully.
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Jaehyun and Jake get paired for a variety show. They both find themselves enjoying their time together a little too much until the elephant in the room becomes too big to ignore. But figuring out you're not straight isn't as easy as some people like to believe, and Jaehyun and Jake are very new to this.
A/N:
It's been a while since I finished posting this fic on AO3 and I debated if I should post it here. In a compromise I will post the link to the fic at least! Please consider reading <3
AO3 Link - Masterpost
Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Â
Chapter Word Count:Â 3.6k
Status: Ongoing
Summary:
'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'
Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.
"What the fuck?"
"You have to read everything,â Doyoung said, giving his phone over.
Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make anysense.
Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down. Â
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Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them? Â
A/N:Â Â Any feedback is appreciated <3
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As the comeback related schedules faded away, the usual routine of various practices found its way back into their life. Unlike some, Johnny hated the routine. Always the same three rooms every day, never-changing white walls, his mind shutting down as his body moved by muscle memory alone.
A whole month went by in a flash. One of the few things Johnny remembered were the rare times he and the other members actually had time to go out, enjoy some free time. Like one Wednesday where he went for a walk along the Han River with Yuta and Jaehyun. How the latter ended up falling into the river, Johnny couldn't remember, but it was quite a story later that night on the phone with Changbin.
The one other thing prominent in between hazy memories of dance practices and language lessons.
Stray Kids got busy with their own comeback. Their once-a-week gym sessions were the only time they could see each other. Though, Johnny did notice that Changbin was trying to talk a lot more, even if that hindered his actual workout routine. But considering that Changbin went to the gym almost every day, Johnny doubted any major impact his presence could have.
With the lack of time, he valued every late night phone call a lot more. Every text message assuring Johnny that Changbin was eating warmed his heart. It somewhat became part of the routine as well, but strangely enough, Johnny enjoyed this daily check-in. Maybe because it wasn't work related, but Johnny knew that was just an excuse to feel less guilty.
At one point, Jaehyun asked Johnny about his problem again. He reaffirmed his opinion from that night, telling Johnny to go for it, but maybe if he knew who this was about, he would have reacted differently. So many what if's, so much to consider. Johnny caught himself a few times from asking other members for their opinion. Some of them had more thought than Jaehyun though, and would definitely figure it out.
Such an urge creeped up on him again during another dance practice. He had just been texting with Changbin, the exchange burning into his skull, leaving him unable to think of anything else. The music rattled him to the bone, the floor shaking under his feet, but it couldn't drown out his wandering mind.
[Strong Bunny]
'Did you listen to our new album yet?'
[Gym Buddy]
'Of course, bunny! I love it!'
'Before you ask, my favorite is 3Racha. Your deep voice is hot~'
[Strong Bunny]
'Thank you, hyung'
[Gym Buddy]
'I'm surprised tho. A whole album about love? Didn't you say none of you had a proper relationship yet?'
[Strong Buddy]
'That doesn't mean we've never been in love'
'Felix is especially bad. He always has someone new to gush about'
[Gym Buddy]
'And you, bunny?'
[Strong Bunny]
'I do like someone right now'
[Gym Buddy]
'Oh? Who?'
Johnny had sent that message an hour ago, but there was still no answer. He stared at his phone with a million emotions rushing through his body.
Sighing deeply, he dropped his hand beside him. The floor pressed cold against his bare arms. Laying on the ground wasn't exactly comfortable, and his aching muscles were probably going to hate him for it later, but he couldn't bring himself to crawl over to the couch. There wasn't much room between Jungwoo and Donghyuck anyway.
Johnny took a deep breath. His lungs burned, throat struggling against it. He also needed to consume some water. Taeil had thankfully lost his interest in Fanta, now bothering no one but the upper dorm floor with his new feng shui obsession.
"Hyung." Mark's face appeared at the edge of Johnny's vision, peering down at him.
"Oh! My favorite boy!"
"Have you looked at Twitter today?"
The serious tone of Mark's voice had Johnny sit up immediately. He glanced down to where Mark was holding his phone, then back up at the concern-ridden face.
"No? Why?" Johnny asked carefully.
Mark looked around, stopping for a moment at the sight of Taeyong fussing over an exhausted Doyoung. With a sigh, Mark dropped down on the floor next to Johnny, turning on his phone again. He frowned at the screen, hesitating, before holding it out for Johnny to read.
"Pretty sure Taeyong hyung doesn't know yet," Mark said, as if that in any way eased the way Johnny's heart dropped into his stomach.
'Once again, the rumors about NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Seo Changbin cook hot. One fan on twitter, going by the handle @seungmoooo, uploaded multiple pictures of the two together. They appear to be quite close, figuratively and literally.'
Johnny snatched the phone from Mark, eye's growing wide. He opened the Twitter post with the actual pictures and a familiar scene appeared, just from the other side of the street from behind a car. They very clearly showed Johnny's face when he had forgotten his mask the day before. It was easy to guess Changbin, his stature too obvious. One shot depicted their hug, another the moment right after when Johnny had leaned down to whisper something in Changbin's ear. He vaguely remembered what he actually said.
"What the fuck?" Johnny yelled, scrambling to his feet.
Mark followed a little clumsily. His frown had melted into worry, but Johnny couldn't spare his feelings at that moment.
"Fans! They call themselves a fucking fan! What fan just uploads pictures like that?"
Tension crawled under Johnny's skin as he walked up and down, slowly dragging himself through the comment section. Too many 'fans' spewed trash, as if they had any idea what the fuck they were seeing.
'@markiemark99
Wow, aren't they a bit too close? Sus'
'@chansnose
oh yikes pls tell me this is fake'
The only thing keeping Johnny from throwing the phone against the nearest wall was the fact that the majority of comments consisted of people with common sense.
'@reformingwjoong
What's weird is that you took these pictures. Jfc give them some fucking privacy'
'@scholarnoemi
Dating or not, who cares? Take your delulu ass somewhere else'
Johnny inhaled deeply, closing his eyes in the process. His free hand tightened into a fist at his side. Everyone's stares burned into his skin, and Mark's presence lingered at his side with overwhelming awkwardness. With the exhale, Johnny looked around the room. Taeyong approached with careful steps, as if approaching a feral cat.
"Do I want to know?" he asked, gesturing at the phone.
Johnny handed it over to him. "No, but you should."
Some of the other members peeked over Taeyong's shoulder. Various stages of concern twisted their faces. Johnny continued to pace, making his way over to his bag at some point. He pulled out his own phone. Some Dream members had spammed the group chat about the article, which was presumably how Mark found out.
But Johnny was more interested in the one message from Changbin.
[Strong Bunny]
'We should stop meeting'
Such simple words, but they had Johnny's stomach twisting in the most unpleasant way. He swallowed against whatever curse crawled up his throat. His thumbs hovered over the keyboard, but he couldn't find the right words in any of the languages he spoke. Any protest seemed wrong.
"Johnny," Taeyong said, drawing his attention back to the group, "why didn't you tell me you've been meeting Changbin?"
"It didn't seem important."
A very wrong conclusion in retrospect. In Johnny's defense, he really didn't want anyone telling him it was a bad idea. He was very well aware. He also didnât think that meeting Changbin would become a regular thing. But any sort of protest seemed futile against the disappointment washing over Taeyong's face.
"Johnny-"
"Yes?"
"-I trust you, you know that, but tell me you didn't lie about not dating Changbin."
"I didn't. I met him shortly after the whole rumor started, we exchanged numbers to, you know, plan what pictures we post. Just to be safe. But we hit it off, and now we're friends."
"Just friends."
"Just friends," Johnny reaffirmed.
Taeyong sighed deeply. He gave Mark his phone back, taking in everyone else's expression. While the concern had somewhat mellowed out, Mark and Taeil especially didn't look convinced of anything. Johnny couldn't blame them. He really should have told them.
"Are you sure you know what you're doing?" Taeyong asked.
"Honestly? No. I should have expected that someone would eventually see us at the gym together, but we don't really have any other option to meet up."
"But it's suspicious if you two get spotted alone together," Jungwoo said, as if he wasn't stating the obvious.
Maybe Changbin was right. Maybe this whole thing was a mistake. As much as Johnny didn't want to worry, the attention on the rumor still hadn't died down, and one more wrong move could ruin everything. And Johnny was sure he was going to make a wrong move. Changbin haunted his mind like Pandora's box, the temptation to open it too great.
Johnny looked down at his phone, at Changbin's message.
"I'm sorry I didn't say anything," he said, glancing back up.
"It's okay. Just don't do it again," Taeyong replied.
"That doesn't solve the issue though," Donghyuck chimed in.
"What issue?"
"That Johnny hyung can't meet Changbin safely," Donghyuk said. "Maybe if they didn't meet alone, it would be fine."
"You mean, they need a sort of decoy?" Doyoung asked.
"Yes! Someone who will go to the gym with them."
In perfect unison, everyone turned to Mark. He blinked, a cat caught in the snack cabinet, and slowly glanced behind himself. Looking back, he pointed at himself.
"Yo, what? You want me to join them?"
"Obviously," Jungwoo said.
"Changbin can invite Bang Chan. You two know each other, right?" Doyoung asked.
"Donghyuck knows him too," Mark defended, "he's more a friend to other Dreamies, anyway. Also, didn't Jaehyun hang out with him recently?"
Jaehyun scoffed. "I did, but it was Jungkook who invited him. We're not that close yet."
"Jae also a terrible workout partner," Johnny threw in. "No offense, dude."
"Same to you."
"But stillâŚ" Trailing off, Mark put his chin in his hands, eyes drifting over the floor.
"You don't have to," Johnny said.
"I know." Mark met his gaze again, a sparkle in the big doe eyes. "But I won't pass up an opportunity to see Bang Chan-hyung again."
Some laughter filled the room, the atmosphere now much lighter. New hope that everything could work out filled Johnny's chest. He only needed to convince Changbin. Perhaps involving the other members more was going to help. Fans couldn't possibly think Johnny and Changbin were dating when they didn't go out alone. Who would bring their friends on a date?
"Well," Taeyong clapped his hands together, "now that's that settled, we should continue our practice."
A collective groan hushed through the crowd, but they all followed the leader anyway. As worried as everyone had been before, the whole topic seemed to be forgotten the moment they got into formation and the first notes of music filled the space. Except Johnny caught Jaehyun's eyes in the mirror at some point, shivering at the intensity behind them. Like Jaehyun was trying to figure out the meaning of life.
Johnny ignored him. He had other things to worry about. But of course Jaehyun decided to be a pain in the ass, sticking his nose where it didn't belong.
After practice, Johnny immediately texted Changbin. He got straight to the point, explaining the plan, but the answer took a while. Johnny stared at his phone the whole car drive to the dorms, switching between biting his thumbnail and chewing his bottom lip.
From the corner of his eye, he occasionally caught a glimpse of Jaehyun next to him. He watched Johnny with hawk eyes. The pieces seemed to be falling into place for him, much to Johnnyâs dismay. Though, he supposed Jaehyun wasn't the worst person who could find out. He wasn't exactly one to gossip.
Johnny's phone vibrated as they stepped into the elevator.
[Strong Bunny]
'You think this will work?'
[Gym Buddy]
'Donghyuckie can be annoying, but his advice works out most of the time, as painful as it is to admit that'
[Strong Bunny]
'I trust you'
'I also want to keep meeting you'
Johnny released a shaky breath. Taeyong raised his eyebrows, but smirked after Donghyuck whispered something into his ear. Meanwhile, Doyoung wasnât listening to anything, but Jaehyun's attention cut as sharp as ever.
"Why are you with us, Jae?" Johnny asked, squinting.
"I forgot something in hyung's room."
"Is Taeyong still teaching you how to play that game?â Johnny knew the game full well. He played it himself, but seeing Taeyongâs eyes widen was too amusing. âWhat was it? Overpatch?"
"Overwatch," Taeyong mumbled, pursing his lips.
"Sure, that."
That somehow turned into a whole lecture about the value of Shooters, which lasted all the way into the dorm. Doyoung and Haechan scurried off to the hallway leading to the bedrooms while Jaehyun and Johnny pretended to listen to Taeyong. Though the moment Johnny's phone pinged with a message, he excused himself.
Donghyuck was nowhere to be found when Johnny slipped into their shared room. He probably joined Doyoung for some epic quest of avoiding any responsibility. Not that Johnny cared. His focus was only on his phone screen, where he had opened the chat with Changbin. Lost in the talk about Overwatch, Johnny had completely forgotten to answer.
[Strong Bunny]
'Channie-hyung said yes'
A grin tugged at the corners of Johnny's mouth. Success, he supposed. It was worth a try at least.
[Gym Buddy]
'Cool!'
'I'm glad you're in with this whole thing'
'I would have been sad if we couldn't meet again'
A pause. Three dots appeared at the bottom. Gone again. Johnny held his breath. They came back just to vanish once more. Nothing. Johnny dropped onto his pillows, and tugged his stuffed whale under his chin. If he had stared any harder at the screen, he might have gone blind.
A knock pulled him out of his trance.
"Come in!" he yelled, shutting off his phone.
Somewhere in the back of his mind, Johnny had expected it. The inevitable confrontation. He still startled a little as Jaehyun peeked around the corner.
"Do you have time to talk, hyung?" Jaehyun asked.
Johnny shuffled into a sitting position, whale plushie still squished against his chest.
"Do I want to have time?"
"No, but you should have it anyway."
There was no winning this one, because Jaehyun was right. Johnny was losing control over the situation. Maybe. It sounded dramatic though, and being dramatic felt right.
Jaehyun quietly closed the door behind him, hesitating before stepping further into the room. He glanced over at Donghyuck's bed. Still empty, still a mess from the morning. Apparently not enough of a mess, because Jaehyun sat down on it, absently wiping away some stray crumbs of whatever snack Donghyuck had decided to eat last night.
"SoâŚ" Jaehyun leaned back on his hands, gaze firmly set on the older man, "is Changbin the one you asked me about? The one you think would be a âmistake to pursueâ?"
Straight to the point, as expected. Just how Johnny liked it. No need to talk around the topic, draw it out, as if that would make anything easier.
"That was a month ago, why do you still remember that?"
"Why are you surprised that I remember?"
Johnny scoffed. "I wish you didnât."
"Too bad. I've been thinking about it a lot. You're usually so confident in everything, but now you have doubts about trying to fuck someone?"
"It's not about sex."
"Right, you're obviously hopelessly in love."
"You make everything sound awful," Johnny said, shaking his head.
"So is it Changbin?"
It would have been easy to deny it. Johnny was a great liar, all poker face and commitment, but as he clung to his plushie while staring at Jaehyun's open face, his mind failed him. Right then and there, the truth seemed like an open book. His heart laid bare on a silver plate.
Johnny sighed.
"Yes."
"Makes sense." Jaehyun hummed thoughtfully, "I wondered what could possibly hold you back. Dating as an idol isn't some impossible task, and you did it before-"
"Is there a point to your rambling?"
"I'm just saying that I was confused, but I get it now. But I thought you didn't know Changbin before?"
"I told you, I met him after the rumors started. We talked a lot, even met for sushi â don't tell Taeyong â and that night when we both texted, I agreed to meet Changbin at the gym for the first time the following morning I already knew a few days into texting that I'm down bad. It's ridiculous how easily I fell for him, I know, butâŚ" Johnny trailed off, no word good enough to describe the way Changbin captured his attention.
He looked over at Jaehyun again. A crooked smile decorated his face, that kind of shit eating grin that had anyone concerned about what plans were developing in that big head of his.
"What?" Johnny asked.
"Nothing."
"You look evil."
"It's just nice to see you like this. You really are down bad."
"Thank you, doc."
Jaehyun laughed, still looking like he won some grand prize.
"I mean it, though. Seeing you in love is nice. I'm really happy for you, hyung."
A warm metaphorical hug squeezed Johnny's heart. The sincerity stung at the corners of his eyes, but he controlled himself enough to keep it at that. He did give Jaehyun a smile, everything he possibly could have said behind the simple gesture. Jaehyun seemed to understand, smiling brighter.
"I'll stand by what I said before," Jaehyun continued, "you should go for it if you think he likes you back."
"I have no idea, I won't lie."
"Are you flirting with him?"
"Shamelessly."
Jaehyun chuckled softly. "Does he respond?"
"Yes? But it's hard to tell how genuine he is. Or if he even likes it."
"Maybe you should ask him."
"Of course," Johnny scoffed, "at that point I could just tell him my feelings directly. Dude, you don't ask a friend if flirting is okay. You just do it and stop when they seem uncomfortable. Asking about it just makes it weird."
"Yuta asked Mark if he minds the flirting," Jaehyun said.
"Yeah, but Yuta is a pervert. He gets a kick out of making things weird."
"True."
Beside Johnny, his phone vibrated again. He peeked at Jaehyun, but Jaehyun was staring at the ceiling, lost in thought. Johnny appreciated his help, really. He would have appreciated any member's help, but Jaehyun was the least annoying about it. Simple advice.
Johnny loosened his grip on the whale, opening the chat with Changbin again.
[Strong Bunny]
'I like talking to you'
'But I'm worried'
[Gym Buddy]
'I know'
'I'm worried too, but I'm ready to take the risk'
[Strong Bunny]
'I'll see you at gym next week'
That was a win, kind of. Changbin agreed to try at least, what else could Johnny ask for? But the hesitation was clear. The fear. Not that Johnny could blame him. He prayed Donghyuck's plan would work. If no other article appeared in the next month or so, they would be in the clear. Probably. Obviously, it wasn't that easy, but Johnny was a frog in a slowly heating pot.
Jaehyun huffed. "Are you texting Changbin again?"
"Yes."
"If you're so unsure about it, take some time to really observe his reactions to you. See the signs, or whatever people say."
"You should become a dating coach," Johnny sneered.
"Think about it, hyung. I've never seen you so hopeless, so you must really like him. Don't throw that away."
With that, Jaehyun pushed himself to his feet, and left. Not even a goodbye. Any other time, Johnny would have called him back to kick his ass, but he could only stare at the door. His mind struggled around Jaehyun's words, trying to break them apart and find an excuse to dismiss them.
Johnny glanced back down at his phone. Changbin had sent a selfie. Through half lidded eyes, he smiled at the camera, face barely illuminated. His curly hair was splayed out over the pillow, the only clear sign he was in bed. Changbin looked⌠soft. So fucking soft. Beautiful. Johnny carved every detail into his skull.
[Gym Buddy]
'Look at you~'
'What a sight for sore eyes'
Johnny added a selfie of his own, making sure to keep his whale out of the picture. He mimicked Changbin's peace sign, topping it off with a wink. Just as he sent it, the bedroom door opened again, and Donghyuck creeped inside. He stilled at the sight of Johnny, eyes wide.
"Sorry, hyung. I thought you were already asleep."
"Did Jaehyun ask you to stay out of the room?"
Donghyuck hesitated, like a deer caught in the headlights.
"Maybe?"
Johnny snorted in amusement. Of course Jaehyun did. Probably texted Donghyuck in the car or something. And Johnny thought they were a team, but no, theyâd shamelessly conspired against him.
He shook his head and dropped into his pillows, rolling onto his side. A small offended huff from Donghyuck filled the room, and Johnny hid his smirk behind his plushie. At least Donghyuck didn't ask why. Maybe he was planning to exploit the debt Jaehyun owed him now. Power over the older members always seemed to outweigh his need to know everything.
(AO3 Link)
Pairing: Choi Sumin/Anonymus
Rating: Explicit
Word Count: 4.8k
Tags: Anonymus Sex, Glory Hole, Blow Jobs, Anal Sex
Summary:
Sumin goes to the rumored Glory Hole at Inkigayo.
A/N:
I wanted to write some shameless quick smut and friends voted for Sumin, so here we are.
While I did write this with idols in mind, like for the ones that Sumin encounters in this fic, I delibrately kept it ambigious so you, dear reader, can imagine whoever you want. Either way, this is all about Sumin getting dick.
Please enjoy <3
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The door creaked as if foreshadowing doom, opening up to a quiet and dark bathroom. Sumin fumbled for the lightswitch to at least feel a little less like he was stepping into a horror movie instead of a porn video. Then again, the only porn he had watched had worse lighting than a Batman movie, and was the reason he stuck to Hentai for his weekly jerk off session.
But jerking off got boring after a while. And thatâs why he was here. In this deserted bathroom on the second floor of the Inkigayo building, the rumored place of many hook ups between idols and also one other thing.
Sumin slowly walked over to the last stall, hands squeezing into fists and loosening again to wipe sweat off his palms. He glanced at the mirrors as he passed, the question of why he was here again crossing his mind for a second, but the answer was pretty obvious. Jerking off was boring and Sumin hadnât had any luck with other people recently. And so what better way to proceed was to go with an anonymous glory hole specifically for idols?
Sumin had heard about the hole before. When they had first debuted and got acquainted with other artists and the inevitable question of relationships came up. For the most part, it was a kind of rumor. A possibility of existing but no one in Suminâs close proximity had the guts to confirm it.
Or so he thought, because it was Seonghwa who eventually mentioned that he had not only been to the bathroom, but also had been on both sides of the hole. Seonghwa had also immediately turned red and stuttered his way away from this topic, regretting that he ever said anything, but Sumin was solidly curious at that point. It didnât leave his mind for a good two weeks and after the tenth Hentai manga he read involving a glory hole, he couldnât take it anymore.
And so here he was, pushing open the door to either the best or worst idea he ever had. He thanked every god willing to listen that no one else was there yet. For once Sumin had changed clothes and wiped off his make-up quicker than his members, and now he had all the time in the world to get comfortable and calm down his nerves.
The door slipped shut behind him and he turned the lock, hands shaking. He wiped his palms on his shirt again, looking around.
His attention instantly zeroed in on the legend itself. The glory hole. Literally a hole, decently sized for any dick to go through and wrapped neatly with tape to cushion the edges. It was kind of underwhelming. Sumin wasnât sure what he had expected. It was certainly close to whatever pictures he had in his mind, and yet so much more boring.
He used his jacket to kneel on - very reluctant advice from Seonghwa. The bathroom didnât really smell like other bathrooms, which was nice. Biting citrus hung in the air and somewhere buried underneath was all the bad parts, but Sumin was too nervous to actually care much.
Every little noise had Sumin tense up. He shifted every few seconds, not sure how much time was passing, but he refused to look at his phone. Minjae had said that Sumin had an hour and he was determined to suck at least one dick in that time.
He was going to suck a strangerâs dick. What was he doing?
Sumin shook that thought off by slapping his cheeks. He knew exactly what he was doing, because oral sex was fun and it has been a while. The worse realization was actually that the dicks would not belong to strangers but other idols. No doubt sunbaenims. Sumin didnât even need to understand math to be sure of that, and thatâs all he would know, because it was all anonymous.
Maybe he could recognize them by voice. Maybe-
The front door clicked open. Sumin stiffened, eyes wide open as he stared at the hole. Footsteps grew closer way too quickly and a moment later, something black came into view in the other stall. A leg clad in tight jeans. It moved around a little, the stall door closed, and then the person cleared their throat.
âReady, baby?â the man asked, voice a low hush.
A shiver chased down Suminâs spine and he almost forgot he had to answer, but he was still rational enough to give a small noise of approval.
The stranger chuckled. A belt was opened, then a zipper. The manâs jeans dropped along his underwear, revealing the first glimpse of a thick shaft and unruly pubic hair. But there was no time to catch more as a big hand curled around the base of the cock and aimed the head down into the hole.
Sumin reflexively shuffled away as the growing erection slipped past the barrier, but he quickly drew closer again, drinking in the sight. It was kind of weird to just see the cock. As if there was no person attached, like a very realistic dildo built into the wall of the stalls. The shaft was insanely hot between Suminâs fingers and while not very long, it had a good girth, with two prominent veins snaking underneath the skin.
Sumin dipped out his tongue and into the slit, shuddering with the overwhelming taste of salt. It was just skin, pre-cum not yet dripping, but Sumin was also hit with musk and sweat, seeping into his senses until he completely forgot his fried nerves.
With nowhere to look but the white wall, Sumin closed his eyes and resorted to imagining who could be on the other side. With every inch stretching his lips and dragging over his tongue another famous idolâs face flashed through his mind. He was sure that he had heard the voice before, but he seemed to have forgotten everything but the handsome faces of all the men Sumin looked up to.
Right before his lips met the taped edge, Sumin pulled back again. He pressed his palms on the wall for some support and sucked around the tip, tongue swirling right under the head. The stranger groaned and his cock twitched.
Suminâs own dick strained against his pants already and he definitely would have been embarrassed how quick that was, but his mind was solely fixated on the weight on his tongue and trying to keep breathing through his nose. He did openly moan as he descended back down the cock, sucking until his cheeks hollowed out.
Another groan filled the room, followed by a fist banging on the wall. Sumin twitched in surprise and almost bit down, but stopped himself last second and pulled off the dick instead. The shaft glistened with a layer of spit and Sumin opted to curl his hand back around, jerking the cock with quick twists of his wrist and squeezing fingers.
âIs it good?â Sumin asked carefully.
âYes, baby. So fucking good.â
Sumin smiled, cheeks warm.
He kept up his slow back and forth for a good minute or so, using his tongue when only the tip stretched his lips. The man on the other side didnât complain once, only giving small noises every now and then. At one point he jerked his hips, but Sumin took the thrust like a pro, even deliberately moaning to get the stranger to do it again.
As the man repeated the motion over and over, Sumin fell into the same rhythm. He met the cock midway each thrust and they easily both picked up pace until the man was basically fucking the hole along with Suminâs mouth. The stalls rattled and when Sumin opened his eyes he caught sight of fingers gripping the top of the wall separating them.
Soon, the thrusts stuttered, losing in strength. Sumin sucked and sucked, pre-cum staining his tongue each time the cock pulled back. At some point the man stopped, groaning so deep that it shook Sumin to the bones. A moment later, cum flooded his mouth and he just kept sucking, milking and swallowing every last drop.
The cock slipped from his lips with a wet pop and a thin string of drool connected them, stretching until it snapped. Sumin took a deep breath, blinking through the haze. His own erection throbbed and he had to actually dig the heel of his hand into his crotch, easing the tension at least a little.
âThanks, baby,â the man said, and left the stall.
And Sumin still had no idea who he was. He had a theory at best. Somewhere in the back of his mind he was sure, but it probably wouldnât fully dawn on him until later in bed. In the moment, Sumin was more occupied with savoring the lingering taste and also pondering if he should masturbate or not.
He decided no when another person entered the stall. Same procedure, except this guy didnât say a single word. Fine by Sumin. The new cock was really pretty with the slight curve and cut foreskin, inviting Sumin to dig in right away even without any outstanding size.
The second person stayed quiet except for some little whines and muffled moans, but none of them clear enough to get any idea who it could be. He sounded cute though. More feminine than the first, and Sumin couldnât help but imagine Seonghwa in the place, because that was exactly how he imagined his hyung to sound like.
This guy also didnât really add anything to the blowjob, but that didnât bother Sumin. He was happy to take it at his own pace and indulge by not just sucking and swallowing, but also by using his tongue more. Every now and then he pulled off the lick along the shaft or dip into the slit, solely focusing on tasting the precum that freely dripped like a leaking faucet.
Sumin kept one hand on the stall wall again, but his other hand squeezed around his own cock. He was so hard and heat creeped under his skin. There was sweat gathering under his clothes, his guts twisting with each slide of the strangerâs dick over Suminâs tongue.
âC-close,â the man groaned, too muffled to really pick up the voice enough, but Sumin at least understood what was being said.
Sumin dove back in and sucked the tip between his lips. He brought his hand from his own crotch up to curl around the bare shaft, pumping up and down the minimal space available between Suminâs mouth and the edge of the hole. The cock throbbed and twitched, drooling more precum.
One swipe of Suminâs tongue over the head was the cherry on top. The stranger came with no noise, but hips jerked back. His cock slipped from Suminâs mouth in the process and spilled cum over plush lips. Sumin startled with the sudden change, ducking away from the hot liquid, but only ended up with more of it decorating his cheeks and the bridge of his nose.
The man on the other side released a shaky breath of relief. Sumin swore he caught a mumbled âThank youâ before the stranger left, but his focus was on the cum slowly running down his skin.
Sumin scrunched up his nose. It didnât smell, but the cum was rapidly cooling and started to feel more like glue. Still, Sumin left it there. He could have used some toilet paper to wipe it off and later in bed he would definitely feel disgusted at himself for not doing exactly that, but there was something weirdly exciting about it all.
Sumin would have paid to have someone call him a dirty slut or something for sitting there at a glory hole, in a public bathroom, with cum on his face. In a good Hentai that would be the moment the protagonist realized theyâre enjoying it. Sumin had realized that after the first dick, but it certainly helped decide that this, in fact, was one of his best ideas ever.
Another person came, but quickly left again. Sumin assumed it was someone who would have loved to take his place and he couldnât help but pride himself in the fact that he was here first. But it also reminded him of how long he had already been sitting there. He wasnât entirely sure how long exactly and he was afraid of looking at the time, relying purely on the timer he put in earlier, but he did use the moment to stretch his legs.
His knees ached and he was still hard. For a moment he just sat on the toilet seat, wondering if he should jerk off before the next person came. If there was another person. He hoped there was one more. It was surely more fun to masturbate while sucking someone off.
And like the universe heard his prayer, the bathroom door opened again. Sumin held his breath and slowly slipped back down on the floor, eyes stuck on the little space underneath the stalls to see if he could see the person. A pair of combat boots appeared right in the middle of Suminâs stall and the one next to his.
The person seemed to be waiting for something. Or maybe he was thinking. Sumin cleared his throat just to give a sign that he was in here.
The stranger chuckled.
âI wonder if we have met before,â he said, his voice like a cat purring.
Sumin shivered. âProbably.â
âYou sound cute.â The man moved into the stall and in front of the hole. âDo you also look cute?â
âIâŚI think so?â
Another laugh, almost mocking. âCan you even think all that much, angel?â
Sumin swallowed and squeezed his cock, whimpering with the sliver of pleasure the contact provided.
âItâs okay, angel,â the man cooed, âjust open your mouth and let me fuck your throat.â
âO-okay.â
Sumin could do that.
He shuffled closer, putting his palms back on the wall. While it felt weird, Sumin leaned in and opened his mouth like he was told to, lips almost touching the edges of the hole. It only took a few seconds before the tip of the new cock kissed Suminâs tongue. The first thing Sumin realized was this guy was much bigger than the other two. Definitely in girth and no doubt in length as well.
And as the man slowly fed inch after inch into Suminâs mouth, stretching his lips to the limit of comfortable, an overwhelming rush of excitement shook through Suminâs body. His fingers curled against the wall, nails dragging over the metal, and his eyes fluttered shut. The cock flattened his tongue and there was a distinct taste of something fruity. Like the shaft had been covered in something right before.
âThere you go, angel, so fucking good,â the man groaned, bucking his hips, burying the rest of his cock.
Sumin choked and reflexively pulled back. Tears stung at the corners of his eyes, erection begging to be let out of his pants.
âToo much?â the man asked, tone amused.
Sumin slowly shook his head. He could do this, he had to. When would be the next opportunity to suck a dick this big?
So Sumin bopped his head back down, but was quickly met with his limit once more. This time he was prepared and only pulled back as far as he needed to breathe. Inhaling deeply through his nose, Sumin tried again, swallowing against his own gag reflex.
Except he couldnât really swallow around the intrusion. Drool pooled around the cock, so much that it bubbled out from the corners of his mouth and dripped down his chin. So much of it coated the shaft as Sumin lifted his head again, enough that it was running down the wall of the stall.
The man on the other side sighed, satisfaction coating the edges, but also a mocking boredom.
âYouâre so slow, angel. Is it that difficult?â
Sumin whimpered around the thick cock and popped off the head with a disgusting wet sound. More drool spilled over his bottom lip, down his skin, and he desperately swallowed. He wiped at his face with the sleeve of his hoodie, sucking in a deep breath.
âCanât talk anymore?â the man asked.
Heat creeped into Suminâs cheeks and he ducked his head. âNo? I- I just⌠itâs so bigâŚâ
âHaving a hard time?â
âY-yesâŚâ
The man hummed. âThis might be a bit of a bold request, but can I come into your stall and fuck you properly?â
Sumin choked on his next breath, falling into a whole coughing fit. Every muscle inside of him tensed up and his eyes widened, cock twitching with interest.
This was real. This had to be real. Sumin begged the universe that it was real.
âYes! Y-yes, itâs fine. You can⌠Iâll open the door.â
Sumin scrambled to his feet and unlocked the stall, but didnât dare actually open the door. He just sat down on the toilet again, watching the boots move from stall to stall. The hinges creaked and the view opened up to long legs in blue jeans, the beginnings of a loose shirt halfway tucked into the pants-
Sumin squeezed his eyes shut. The man laughed.
âDonât wanna see me?â
Sumin shook his head.
âIs it more exciting if you donât know?â
âYes.â
As much as Sumin wanted to know, to have those bragging rights to his friends that this and that famous idol fucked him, there was also a sort of satisfaction in being able to imagine. The possibility of Sumin being disappointed with who he got dicked down by was slim, but not zero.
The boots squeaked on the floor and the lock of the door clicked close again, chasing a shiver down Suminâs spine. Radiating body heat and the faint smell of cologne was all Sumin had to know that the man was standing right in front of him.
âYou really are fucking cute. I like the green hair.â
Fingertips brushed along Suminâs jaw. He shuddered, hands tightening their grip on the toilet seat. His nerves were fried and somewhere in the back of his mind Sumin wondered how smart this was, letting a stranger get so close, letting a stranger outright fuck him.
But at this point, all Sumin knew was the desperation to cum and the fingers touching his face, his neck, dipping past the collar of his hoodie and leaving an invisible trail over Suminâs collarbones.
One hand cupped Suminâs cheek and a thumb brushed over some of the dried cum.
âSuch a dirty boy, but still a pretty angel.â
The thumb wandered lower, pushing into Suminâs bottom lip. His lips were probably swollen and red, they definitely felt like it, and Sumin indulged in the small bliss of remembering how the first guy fucked his mouth. He had kinda hoped the third would also do that, but now he was promised something even better.
As the thumb slipped deeper into Suminâs mouth, Sumin opened up, tongue flicking against the invading finger. Immediately, the grip on his face changed to a tight hold on his chin. The thumb pressed down on his tongue, forcing his mouth to open wider. This way, Sumin was once again struggling to swallow, and drool collected around the thumb.
âYouâre so lucky, angel,â the man purred, âjust earlier I fucked someone else and I still have some lube left.â
Sumin moaned, heart fluttering. He wasnât even embarrassed when the hold on his jaw loosened and he could actually close his mouth, and the first thing he did was envelop the thumb with his lips and suck on it. The guy was definitely wearing nail polish and Sumin was impressed at how smooth the paint was as his tongue dragged over the nail.
But then the man pulled away and clicked his tongue.
âI could watch all day, but unfortunately I donât have the time. So why donât you pull down your pants and bend over for me?â
Sumin didnât have to be told twice. He did fumble in the minimal space and with his eyes still closed, but eventually got himself in position. With his pants and underwear pooled around his knees, hoodie the only thing covering most of his ass, Sumin knelt on the toilet seat. He crossed his arms on the tank and buried his face into his sleeves, still damp with spit.
Fingers trailed the curve of both of Suminâs thighs up to his hips, pushing the hoodie until the bottom sat around his waist. Cool air brushed over skin and Sumin shivered, but it did nothing to cool the heat buzzing in his veins and twisting his guts.
âJust relax, angel,â the man said, one hand settling on Suminâs right cheek. The long fingers squeezed around the supple meat there and the edges of multiple rings dug deep into skin, no doubt leaving marks.
At the same time, Sumin caught the click of a bottle being opened. The faint scent of something fruity filled the space and the manâs hand slipped away. A moment later, the fingers came back, but this time finding their way between Suminâs cheeks. One fingertip dipped right into the tight hole and Sumin twitched with a rush of surprise.
âSo sensitive. Still want it?â the man asked.
Sumin quickly nodded. He would have begged if he could, but just thinking about forming a coherent sentence seemed impossible. Whatever nonsense he would have spilled if he tried to talk would have been even more embarrassing anyway.
The finger rubbed around the tight rim, pushing right into the middle, then soothing it again with a sort of massage. Sumin focused on breathing, inhaling, exhaling, all while his cock throbbed between his legs and drooled all over the porcelain.
For a moment, the hand pulled away, coming back with even more lube. When the man tried again to breach Suminâs hole, he succeeded, finger slipping in like a hot knife through butter. A small groan was pushed from deep within Suminâs chest and he bit down on his sleeve. The cotton was disgusting, especially with how much spit was already soaked in there, but the way Suminâs noises echoed in the bathroom reminded him of how much shame he would inevitably feel later.
With the first finger inside, it was smooth sailing from there. The second digit didnât wait long and with the third there was a tangible stretch that didnât just feel strange, but actually held some pleasure. It helped when the fingers thrusted as deep as they could and the tip of the longest finger brushed that part inside Sumin that had his whole body jerking with a wave of pure unfiltered pleasure.
âLook at you, angel,â the man whispered, more to himself than anything else, âtaking it so well.â
âP-please,â Sumin choked out.
Desperation clawed deep in his stomach and the urge to touch himself once again pushed itself to the front, but Sumin tightened his grips on his own biceps and just weakly wiggled his butt. He wanted more, needed more, but words didnât seem enough to articulate that.
The man understood regardless. With one more thrust, he yanked his fingers out. A little ruthless, but it punched another moan from Suminâs throat and he actually felt dizzy for a moment. It was so hard to keep up that when the tip of the manâs cock kissed his hole, Sumin actually peeked over his shoulder to see if this was really happening.
And it was.
Big hands gripped Suminâs hips tightly, nails digging hard enough that it would leave bruises. Before Sumin could accidentally glance up at the manâs face, his hole was breached by a new intrusion, stretching the rim to the limit and leaving Sumin reeling. His whole body seized up and his orgasm burned him from deep within before he could even comprehend that he was cumming at all.
Sumin sucked in a sharp breath, eyelids fluttering. His thighs twitched and his teeth clenched so hard around his hoodie sleeve that he should have been scared about breaking a tooth.
But then the man pushed his cock deeper and any thought melted away. All there was, was the way Suminâs insides stretched and molded around the thick shaft, taking inch after inch way too slow and also way too fast. Everything was hot and Sumin was so full, only getting fuller by the second.
âSo fucking tight,â the man groaned, finally bottoming out.
Sumin trembled with the lingering high of his first orgasm and the resulting overstimulation. His cock was already hard again, or still hard? He wasnât sure. But he was ready for more, ready for whatever his sunbaenim - hopefully sunbaenim - would give him.
âPleaseâŚhyungâŚâ Sumin whimpered, blinking against tears.
âOh angel, you sound so sweet. I could eat you up right now.â
âPlease please-â Sumin gasped as the man jerked his hips once. âPlease, hyung!â
âYou need it that badly?â
âY-yes! Yes yes yesâ-
A loud, shameless moan ripped from Suminâs throat at a harsh thrust. Another thrust pushed his mind back into a dizzying haze. Again and again, the man fucked into him, rapidly picking up speed like he also was impatient and desperate.
Sumin buried his face back into the crook of his elbow, biting his bottom lip to keep muffling high pitched and breathy noises. His cock was back to drooling over the toilet seat and his legs definitely hurt at this point, knees aching and thighs too tense, but the pleasure sparking in every crevice of his body drowned out any discomfort.
The man was merciless in his chase, his grip even tighter. There was no way Sumin wouldnât be bruised in the morning and he couldnât wait to see it, be reminded of how hard and deep he was fucked. By a big cock of an idol he didnât know. It would haunt him for weeks, maybe months, until the next opportunity came for Sumin to indulge like this.
As the thrusts turned sloppy, losing rhythm but not speed, fingers tangled into Suminâs hair and tugged him back, tugging until his back met the manâs chest. While the hand in his hair slipped down to grip his jaw, the manâs other arm snaked around Suminâs waist to keep him upright.
âFuck, I could fuck your tight little hole all day, angel,â the man growled right Suminâs ear.
âP-please do, hyung~â
âYou would like that? You wanna be my cocksleeve?â
Sumin dumbly nodded. It was all he could, tongue feeling thick and throat too dry. Talking was difficult and his brain barely comprehended the words anyway.
With the hand on Suminâs jaw, the man turned his head. Sumin tried to keep his eyes closed, but there were so many tears, he blinked out of sheer reflex, and just before their lips met, Sumin caught a glimpse of a familiar face. His surprised gasp was swallowed up by the manâs greedy mouth.
Tongues slipped together. Teeth nipped at lips. Noises and spit spilled between them, hot breaths mingling in the air. All while the man continued to drill into Suminâs hole, practically bouncing him on his cock in this position. Sweat stuck to their skin and both found themselves desperate, moaning and kissing and biting like animals.
The last push Sumin needed was the hand around his throat tightening. It barely cut off his air, yet, a wave of molten pleasure crashed over him and he crumbled apart like burned wood. More cum spilled over the porcelain, some catching on Suminâs thighs. His hole clenched around the cock and the man pulled away from the kiss, leaving Sumin to freely moan and whimper with the haze of another orgasm.
The man thrusted once, twice, burying himself to the hilt and then stopping. Another kind of heat spread in Suminâs guts and he twitched with one last spark of energy before falling limp in the other idolâs strong arms.
They slowly and carefully peeled apart. The man helped Sumin get dressed again and cleaned everything up, all while whispering sweet nothings, too many compliments to remember. But Sumin was hyper aware of the gentle touches and kisses, the way he was treated like fragile glass.
Everything inside him screamed to just look and see who was so nice, but Sumin kinda already knew. The small glimpse earlier had revealed everything. But also, he couldnât have opened his eyes even if he wanted to. He was so tired and needed at least ten minutes to recover.
Sumin leaned back against the toilet tank and just listened to the man shuffling to probably get himself adjusted as well. Fingers brushed over his forehead, tugging some loose strands behind his ear. Sumin instinctively leaned into the touch and the man chuckled softly, almost fondly.
âLetâs have some fun again, angel.â
Sumin meekly nodded. âSure.â
âMaybe next time youâll actually look at me, Sumin-ah~â
(AO3 Link)
Pairing: Kim Jiwoong/Kim Gyuvin/Sung Hanbin
Rating: Explicit
Tags: PWP, Dom/Sub, Pet Play, Vaginal Sex, Oral Sex, Overstimulation
Word Count: 6.2k
Summary:
Jiwoong and Gyuvin are annoying boyfriends and Hanbin wants to punish them. But he makes it a little more interesting.
A/N:
I had thoughts. I had to write a zb1 fic, I had to or I would have exploded. So here we are.
It's not specified if its an au or canon compliant, but I imagined it to be canon while writing. For the backstory I imagine that Hanbin and Jiwoong got together during boys planet and Gyuvin joined them early on into their debut.
I hope someone enjoys this <3
Comments and reblogs are very much appreciated!
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A sigh filled the room. Jiwoong swallowed, bowing his head deeper. He didnât need to look up anyway to know the disappointment on Hanbinâs face. Next to him, Gyuvin was in the same state, head low, hands in his lap. The urge to reach out to the younger man itched in the tips of Jiwoongâs fingers, but he was hyper aware of the third person watching him closely and any wrong move could get them deeper into trouble.
âSo,â Hanbin drawled, âdo you have anything to say?â
Jiwoong and Gyuvin exchanged a glance, both hoping the other would talk first. Finding the right words when kneeling in front of Hanbin like this, stuck under his scrutinization knowing full well where this was going, was impossible. But it was just as exciting to be in this position.
Jiwoong swallowed and lifted his head, but didnât meet Hanbinâs eyes.
âWeâre sorry.â
âAre you now?â
âYes.â
âYes what?â Hanbin asked, voice so firm, it chased a shiver down Jiwoongâs spine.
âYes, sir.â
âGood.â Hanbin stood up and stepped in front of Gyuvin. âWhat about you, puppy? Are you sorry?â
Gyuvin ducked his head. âY-yes, sir.â
âSafeword?â Hanbin asked, putting a hand on Gyuvinâs head.
âRamenâŚâ
âGood.â Hanbin moved in front of Jiwoong. âSafeword?â he asked again, stroking Jiwoongâs hair.
âMarshmallow.â
âBoth of you are so good for me, but that doesnât mean youâre forgiven.â
As Hanbin walked around the duo on the floor to his closet, Jiwoong and Gyuvin exchanged glances again. Out of sheer habit Jiwoong reached out and entangled fingers with Gyuvin, squeezing the younger manâs hand.
Since this kind of play was much more new to Gyuvin, Jiwoong was naturally hyper fixated on every little reaction from him. Just to be sure he was fine. So far, there had been no problems, but the nervousness was hard to shake off at the beginning. Even Jiwoong was still on edge as they waited for Hanbin to come back.
And when he did, Jiwoong let go of Gyuvin. Both put their hands back into their lap just as Hanbin stepped back in front of them.
âStand up,â Hanbin ordered, placing the box on the bed.
Jiwoong and Gyuvin both followed without hesitation. Jiwoongâs knees ached from kneeling, but it wasnât as bad as the last punishment, where he had to cockwarm Hanbin for a whole hour. The massage he got afterwards was absolutely worth it though.
Hanbin looked them both up and down, stopping at Gyuvinâs face. The youngest glanced back and forth between Hanbin and the floor, clearly chewing on the inside of his mouth. His fingers tugged at the bottom of his shirt, and Jiwoong wanted to reach out again.
But Hanbin was quicker. He put a hand on Gyuvinâs cheek, slapping lightly just to get his attention. Gyuvin blinked and met Hanbinâs eyes, and the latter smiled, but it wasnât a sweet smile. There was evil behind that. The kind of evil they only ever saw during play sessions. And even though Gyuvin was the one on the receiving end, Jiwoong was just as affected.
âPuppy,â Hanbin drawled, âare you going to cry?â
âNoâŚsirâŚâ
How could Hanbin make Gyuvin look so small when Gyuvin was so much taller? It was fascinating, and so hot, one of the reasons why Jiwoong was so happy about bringing Gyuvin into their relationship. Aside from just being hopelessly in love, of course.
âAre you going to beg for forgiveness or are you accepting punishment, puppy?â Hanbin asked.
âIâm accepting punishment, hyung- Sir.â
Hanbin hummed, nodding. He pinched Gyuvinâs cheek and then turned his attention to Jiwoong, but instead of slapping him, Hanbin grabbed his jaw and squeezed until Jiwoong was pouting. A little giggle came from Gyuvin, silenced with just a glare.
Hanbin leaned in closer to Jiwoong, towering with just his aura alone. âKitten, do you want to beg?â
Jiwoong shook his head.
âNo? You want to accept punishment as well?â
âYes, sir.â
âGood.â Hanbin smiled and let go of Jiwoong. âTake off your clothes. Both of you.â
âYes, sir,â Jiwoong and Gyuvin said in unison, exchanging a quick, amused glance.
But the amusement was forgotten as Jiwoong actually focused on getting naked. He folded each piece of clothing neatly and piled them on the desk. Gyuvin did the same with his clothes, placing them next to Jiwoongâs.
As if Jiwoong hadnât seen his boyfriendâs body before, he looked Gyuvin up and down, taking in every new bit of skin that was slowly exposed. It was hard to forget how different their figures were and there was something so infinitely intriguing about Gyuvinâs lean and tall body, not quite lanky per se, but long. Everything about him was long. He didnât have much muscle and his flat stomach exposed the edges of his ribs, but his skin was soft and Jiwoong liked to feel the hair along Gyuvinâs legs, a coarse texture as compared to Jiwoongâs clean shave.
But the best part was the happy trail leading down to a thick cock that never ceased to impress Jiwoong. Especially when it stood hard and proud like now, drooling at the tip with pre-cum that Jiwoong could already taste on his tongue. Just the thought and image had his insides clench and pussy dripping.
When they were both completely naked, they walked back to Hanbin. He smiled at them, so very patient even with that dark glint behind blown pupils.
âPuppy, do you want your ears today?â Hanbin asked, holding out a headband with floppy dog ears.
Gyuvin visibly swallowed and nodded. Hanbin gently slipped the headband over Gyuvinâs hair, rubbing his real ears as he pulled away. Then he got another toy from the box. A fluffy tail attached to a butt plug.
âDo you also want your tail, puppy?â
Gyuvin slowly nodded.
âWords, puppy.â
âYes, sir. I want my tail, sir.â
âGood. Bend over the bed.â
Gyuvin got on all fours on the mattress, long legs hanging over the edge, toes flexing and rubbing together. His cock twitched as the tip brushed over the blanket, leaving a dark spot in the gray.
All Jiwoong could do was stand there, watching, waiting, hands on his back and thighs rubbing together. He was already so wet, and Hanbin knew that. He sat down next to Gyuvin and gave Jiwoong a look that told him to keep his eyes on the prize. And Jiwoong did, because he would never miss this.
With Gyuvin being more of a top, it was rare he ever let anyone touch his hole, rarely saying yes to the tail. While he did enjoy it, it was a rare type of enjoyment. Hanbin had fucked him twice before, once because Gyuvin was curious and wanted to try it out, another time when Gyuvin felt particularly needy, but didnât want to do any work. One time Jiwoong got to prepare him for the toy and he went so far to eat Gyuvin out, taking the punishment afterwards with pride.
Hanbin pulled out a bottle of lube from the box and put a generous amount over his fingers. He put the bottle back, then rubbed his clean hand over Gyuvinâs lower back, all gentle and comforting. Gyuvin leaned into the touch, whining a little.
âWhat do you say, puppy?â Hanbin asked.
âPlease, sir?â
âThatâs right. Such a polite puppy.â
With the lube warmed up, Hanbin circled Gyuvinâs hole with one finger. He dipped in once, twice, all while telling Gyuvin to breathe. With the third time Hanbin pushed against the pink skin, the rim gave in and the first finger slipped inside. A small noise of relief came from Gyuvin, hole clenching around the intrusion.
Hanbin placed a kiss on Gyuvinâs spine, and then another on his ass cheek.
Jiwoong was kind of jealous, but couldnât decide of who. But at the same time, excitement buzzed under his skin, hot and overwhelming, he couldnât help but whimper as a second finger breached Gyuvinâs hole.
Hanbin looked up at Jiwoong, cocking his head.
âDo you want to say something, kitten?â
Jiwoong quickly shook his head.
âNo? Are you sure? Feel free to share your thoughts.â
âIâŚâ Jiwoong swallowed, eyes darting between Hanbinâs face and where his fingers disappeared and reappeared inside Gyuvin. âI feel so empty, HanbinnieâŚsirâŚâ
Hanbin hummed. âCanât wait to have puppyâs big dick inside you?â
âY-yes, sir.â
âYouâre so selfish, kitten. What if I want to be fucked today?â
Jiwoong whined again. He couldnât help it. With their tight schedule lately to prepare for their first comeback, they hadnât had much time for more than some quick blowjobs and makeout sessions. So fingers had been the most Jiwoong got inside him this whole time and he was maybe a little desperate. And maybe he and Gyuvin had been annoying on purpose earlier, because they knew they would have time for a play session.
Hanbin slipped a third finger into Gyuvin, earning him a muffled moan. Hanbin looked away from Jiwoong to see why the sound was muffled and found that Gyuvin was biting down on his arm. Clicking his tongue, Hanbin pulled his fingers out, but only to slap one of Gyuvinâs thighs. A choked gasp filled the room.
âDonât silence yourself, puppy,â Hanbin said, giving the red skin another harsh slap.
Gyuvin moaned again, this time freely, but not any less embarrassed. Hanbin nodded with a satisfied smile and gave the spot he hit a kiss, getting a pathetic whimper out from Gyuvin.
Hanbin went back to fingering, but it only took a few more thrusts for him to stop again. He picked up the tail again and rubbed more lube over the actual toy. Then he pressed the metal tip against Gyuvinâs hole, free hand spreading his cheeks for a little better access. With a few more encouraging words, Gyuvin relaxed enough that the plug breached his insides and it was smooth sailing from there.
Jiwoong sucked in a sharp breath as he watched the pink hole turn a darker shade as it stretched around the toy. His pussy trembled, and it felt like he was dripping juices down his thighs, but he was sure it was either just sweat or his horny mind playing tricks on him.
Hanbin teased the thickest part of the plug in and out a few times. More whimpers filled the room, little pleas inbetween. A small puddle had formed under Gyuvinâs cock when Hanbin finally showed mercy and pushed the toy all the way inside. Relief shuddered through Gyuvinâs entire body and he fell slack, taking deep breaths, but otherwise he didnât move.
Hanbin patted his ass and then brushed over the fluffy tail.
âYou look so cute like this, puppy.â
Gyuvin shook his ass in response and Hanbin laughed, all genuine and bright. Outright fondness softened his expression and he stood up and gestured for Gyuvin to get up as well. For a moment, Jiwoong had hope that Hanbin would go easy on him, but the moment their eyes met, Hanbinâs face hardened back into a smile full of evil.
âNow, kitten,â he put a hand on Jiwoongâs chest, right above his heart, âdo you want your ears?â
âYes, sir.â
Hanbin took out another headband from the box. This one had fluffy cat ears with a little bell hanging from one like an earring. The band fit perfectly on Jiwoongâs head, measured and expensive. Like everything else in that box.
âDo you want your tail?â Hanbin asked.
Jiwoong glanced at Gyuvin, who looked back at him with the biggest eyes, full of anticipation. It probably would have been a little cruel to say no to the tail this time. So Jiwoong nodded.
âGood,â Hanbin hummed, âyou know what to do, kitten.â
Jiwoong climbed onto the bed in the same position as Gyuvin, legs spread a little wider to give a better view of his pussy. From the corner of his eye, he could see Gyuvin staring between like it was the first time he saw that part of him. Jiwoong supposed that his fascination with Gyuvin wasnât the only thing that didnât die after their first time.
Hanbin sat back down on the edge of the bed. The smooth material of his jeans surprised Jiwoong as their legs brushed together and made him painfully aware of the fact that Hanbin was the only one still wearing clothes. He never got naked until they actually started fucking.
Two fingers suddenly dragged between Jiwoongâs folds, digging deep into the most sensitive part of his body. He moaned lowly and dropped his head, squeezing his eyes shut. Hanbin repeated the motion, slowly trailing from Jiwoongâs clit over his hole to almost all the way to his asshole. Pleasure pinched Jiwoongâs guts and his thighs twitched.
âAlways so sensitive, kitten,â Hanbin mused.
Jiwoong was about to apologize when a whole new sensation shook through his body. He gasped, eyes growing wide open. But only the second slap right against his pussy let him fully realize what just happened. The third hit had Jiwoong reeling and moan, arms almost giving out underneath him.
Hanbin clicked his tongue.
âYou like that, donât you, kitten? I wish I could bruise you upâŚâ
Jiwoong mewled and arched his back, but Hanbin pulled away to get the bottle of lube again.
âMaybe some other time,â Hanbin said, âbut Gyuvin is going to mess you up enough.â
Another mewl. Jiwoongâs face heated up with shame, but he couldnât help it. His pussy clenched around nothing and the click of the bottle cap alone fueled the excitement already brewing deep inside.
And then Hanbinâs wet fingers pressed against his asshole, and Jiwoongâs whole body seized up. He didnât *cum*, but he was pretty close. And Hanbin knew that. Because he knew Jiwoong like the back of his hand.
Slowly, Hanbin eased the first finger inside. It didnât take much work and neither did the second finger, but if it was because there was a lot of lube or because Jiwoong was kind of a slut, unclear, but Hanbin didnât comment on it. He opened Jiwoong up with a gentle, deliberate pace, always sinking deep, but not deep *enough*.
By the time Hanbin pushed in a third finger, Jiwoong felt maybe a little desperate. It took all his willpower not to move his hips. Putting all his focus on breathing and staying relaxed did help a lot, but his patience was thin and Hanbin took his sweet time. Or maybe it just felt like a long time because Jiwoong was so unbelievably horny.
Finally, Hanbin replaced his fingers with another butt plug. The slender tail attached to it brushed along the back of Jiwoongâs thighs, making him shiver. But the actual toy stretching him open pushed a moan from the back of his throat and he was actually thankful that Hanbin didnât tease him like he had teased Gyuvin. One swift push and the plug found its place snug between Jiwoongâs inner walls.
Hanbin got up first, Jiwoong followed on shaky legs. Gyuvin watched him intently as he stepped back next to him, pupils blown, and lips red from biting. Jiwoong smiled at him, and for a moment, Gyuvin seemed surprised before he actually smiled as well.
He looked so cute with the floppy ears, even if they didnât quite match his hair anymore since they were dyed.
Hanbin clapped his hands together, bringing his boyfriendsâ attention back to him.
âNow the most important part.â
With a bright smile, Hanbin turned back to the box. Both Jiwoong and Gyuvin knew what was coming next, yet, a shiver of euphoria chased down Jiwoongâs spine at the reveal of two collars. Probably the most expensive parts of their collection. Custom made, and real leather. One was dark red with a little golden plaque that said âPuppyâ. The other collar was baby blue with a silver bell that matched the one on Jiwoongâs ears.
Hanbin gave the red one to Jiwoong, and the blue one to Gyuvin, expectations on his face. The same as all the times before.
âGo ahead,â he said, gesturing between the two naked men.
Jiwoong and Gyuvin turned to each other, both moving carefully to not jostle the toys. It was Jiwoong who breached the little space there was between them. Looking deep into Gyuvinâs eyes, he brought the red collar to the younger manâs long neck. He made sure it sat comfortably against the flushed skin, indulging a little in the picture, and then pulled away.
Gyuvin swallowed, the collar shifting under his adam's apple. He glanced down at the blue collar. Long fingers played with the buckle, hesitation evident in every little movement.
Jiwoong cupped Gyuvinâs face with both hands and pulled him down into a quick, but nonetheless sweet kiss. A small smile softened Gyuvinâs expression as they parted again, eyes big and sparkling, so full of love and adoration that hopefully reflected in Jiwoongâs eyes as well.
Carefully, Gyuvin put the blue collar on Jiwoong. The leather was soft and warm against his skin, the metal bits cold in contrast. It fit just right, not too tight, but tight enough to be a constant weight, a reminder. The little bell didnât actually make any noise, but Gyuvin played with it anyway for a moment.
They both smiled at each other, and giggled. Because thatâs what they always did when looking at the other. Like they shared a little special secret, and they kinda were, but that secret was also shared with a third person.
Jiwoong turned back to Hanbin, surprised to see him sitting on a chair next to the bed. The fact that Jiwoong hadnât noticed the change was probably not a shock, actually, but it still startled him a little.
Hanbin crossed his legs and folded his hands in his lap.
âYou both look so cute,â he said, genuine fondness behind something much more sinister. âBut I hope you didnât forget why weâre here.â
âNo, hyung- Sir,â Gyuvin mumbled, bowing his head.
âGood. But you know, I feel generous today. Only one of you will receive the punishment.â
Jiwoong and Gyuvin looked at each other, eyes growing wide. They quickly turned back to Hanbin, but Gyuvin shuffled closer to Jiwoong and took his hand, away from Hanbinâs view, but he probably still saw it. He didnât comment on it, though, just glanced between them.
âI thinkâŚâ Hanbin crossed his arms and put a finger to his chin, âit would be interesting to see who can last longer. The first to cum gets the punishment.â
A shiver chased down Jiwoongâs spine. Pure excitement. Hanbin rarely put them against each other like that, usually they just had to prove something on their own regardless of the otherâs involvement. The only other time where Hanbin had asked for a competition was after Gyuvin learned how to give good head early into the relationship and him and Jiwoong gave Ricky and Matthew blowjobs to see who could make them cum faster.
Jiwoong had won. To say he was determined to have a winning streak was an understatement. He was committed.
Hanbin gestured to the bed. âKitten-â
Jiwoong perked up.
â-get on all fours, get comfortable.â
Jiwoong nodded and crawled on top of the mattress, going all the way up to the pillows this time to lay down his head and chest. The buttplug shifted with every little movement and Jiwoong had to bite his tongue, swallowing against the noises bubbling up in the back of his throat. Pleasure electrified his every nerve by the time he was actually comfortable.
He glanced at Gyuvin over his shoulder, shuffling to spread his legs further. His pussy clenched and twitched against the cool air. To Jiwoongâs dismay, the Gyuvinâs gaze stayed glued on Hanbin, but the little shifts from foot to foot made it obvious enough that the youngest was struggling.
Jiwoong looked back at Hanbin as well and Hanbin smiled at him.
âSuch a pretty kitten. Are you still feeling empty?â
âYes, sir.â
âDo you want our puppy to fuck you?â
Jiwoong swallowed, tightening his hold on the pillows. He wanted to say no, for the sake of the competition, because getting fucked always got him coming the fastest, but he missed a dick inside him. He really did feel empty. Sucking off his boyfriends here and there just wasnât the same.
Hanbin cleared his throat when Jiwoong failed to answer. âDo you want me to fuck you, kitten?â
A choked gasp from Gyuvin instantly dissolved into a coughing fit, getting both a laugh from Hanbin and Jiwoong. Gyuvinâs face was deep red when he recovered and he couldnât look at either of them.
Hanbin smiled at them both. âYou heard our kitten, puppy.â
Gyuvin twitched, as if he wanted to move, but he didnât. Hesitation furrowed his expression as he looked between his boyfriends, but it was impossible to decipher what he was thinking. Expressing his needs without prompt was still difficult for Gyuvin, but Hanbin was a good dom, always so aware of their feelings.
âPuppy,â Hanbin said in this extremely gentle tone that almost sounded a little condescending, âare you worried about losing?â
Gyuvin pursed his lips. âNo, sir.â
âAre you worried about our kitten losing?â
A pause. Then slowly, Gyuvin nodded. âYesâŚsirâŚâ
Jiwoongâs chest tightened and he almost jumped up to pull Gyuvin into a hug, but patience was the key. He had all the time in the world to do that later.
Hanbin just laughed. âAdorable. You donât want kitten to get punished? But if I just give you the punishment, there is no fun in that, is there?â
Gyuvin shook his head. âNo, sirâŚâ
âRight. So, do you want to fuck Jiwoongie or not?â
âI-I do. I want to. Sir.â
âThen go ahead.â
The mattress dipped under Gyuvinâs weight. Jiwoong sucked in a breath, releasing into an exhale as familiar hands found their place on his hips. The broad palms acted like heating packs against his skin and the tips of Gyuvinâs fingers dipped into the little meat there was with just the right pressure.
They both shuddered as Gyuvinâs cock brushed between Jiwoongâs folds. It also made Jiwoong painfully aware of how strung up he was, intensely sensitive to every touch and too close to snapping. He had maybe felt a little confident at the competition proposal. A little. But that was gone.
Gyuvin carefully positioned the head of his dick against Jiwoongâs pussy. The hole was still loose from earlier that day when Hanbin fingered him in the changing rooms, denying him an orgasm. Now it was obvious why he denied Jiwoong that.
Slowly, but with conviction, Gyuvin pushed forward. Like a hot knife cutting through butter, he slipped inside Jiwoongâs wet insides. They both moaned, Gyuvinâs more of a grunt, while Jiwoong practically whined. For a moment, neither of them moved. Gyuvinâs grip on Jiwoongâs hips tightened and loosened, the skin tingling where nails dug in.
âPleaseâŚmore, please,â Jiwoong whispered, clenching his pussy.
Gyuvin groaned, eyes fluttering shut, and his cock twitched. But he caught his composure surprisingly quickly and inch by inch, he sank deeper between Jiwoongâs walls.
Just seeing Gyuvinâs big dick was already impressive, but feeling it? Like Jiwoongâs insides were wet clay and Gyuvin was molding himself the perfect space. And Jiwoong wanted him to. He wanted Gyuvin to mark him in every way possible, make him forget what any other dick before felt like, even Hanbinâs.
They both shuddered when Gyuvin bottomed out, filling Jiwoong to the brim and stretching him to the edge of too much. Gyuvin took a deep breath, grip loosening on Jiwoongâs hips for a moment.
âFeeling good, puppy?â Hanbin asked, startling both boyfriends who completely forgot they werenât alone.
âY-yes, sir.â
âAre you going to cum?â
âNoâŚsirâŚâ
âAre you sure? You look a little on edge.â
Curious, Jiwoong peeked over his shoulder. Gyuvin was indeed flushed all the way down to his chest, brows furrowed and lips pressed into a thin line. His chest heaved with every inhale and his hands kept shifting.
Jiwoong clenched his pussy and choked out a surprise moan from Gyuvin.
âHyung!â
âSorry, Gyubinnie, but youâre too cute~â
Gyuvin was about to retort, but Hanbin clicked his tongue and got their attention back to him. Jiwoong ducked his head back into the pillows, squeezing most of his face into the soft cloth, but leaving one eye open to look at their dom.
Hanbin leaned forward, leaning his elbows on his knees. With his legs spread and his arms basically a frame for his crotch, Jiwoong could see that Hanbin was hard, but the way his pants strained was the only indication. How he could always keep such a straight face when horny was beyond Jiwoong.
âPuppy,â Hanbin drawled, smile bittersweet, âI thought you wanted to fuck our kitten?â
âI do!â
âThen go ahead.â
âButâŚI..I mightâŚâ
âCum?â Hanbin so helpfully provided.
Gyuvin didnât say anything, but Jiwoong assumed he nodded because Hanbin sighed, leaning his chin on his tangled fingers.
âYou canât hold it in, puppy? Do you want to lose?â
âNo, sirâŚâ
âDonât feel bad for our kitten anymore if he loses?â
âItâs not thatâ-
Hanbin raised an eyebrow and that was all it took for Gyuvin to shut up.
âPuppy, is that the tone you should use with me?â
âNo, sirâŚâ
âCorrect. Now, go ahead and fuck Jiwoong or youâll get the punishment automatically.â
And like a switch was flipped, Gyuvinâs grip tightened again on Jiwoongâs hips. Jiwoong barely had the time to prepare himself when Gyuvin pulled back. Only a few inches of dick slipped out and then he thrusted back inside.
Jiwoong gasped, eyes fluttering shut.
Gyuvin repeated the motion, again and again, always pulling out not even half way before fucking back inside. Each thrust knocked another noise from Jiwoong. A moan, a whimper, something that might have been Gyuvinâs name if not for the slurred voice.
With Jiwoongâs pussy dripping wet and still loose from earlier, there was no pain. Instead, overwhelming heat washed over Jiwoong like electricity, awakening every nerve in his body. The butt plug also shifted with every bit of movement, adding another layer and driving Jiwoong crazy.
He desperately held onto the pillows as the pace picked up. His insides tightened like someone had wrapped a rope around it and kept tugging on both ends.
The bed started creaking and shaking as Gyuvin pounded Jiwoong harder, deeper, merciless in his chase for pleasure. He practically fucked out every coherent thought Jiwoong might have had, leaving him no choice but to submit himself to the pleasure filling his pussy down to his very womb.
He missed this. He missed Gyuvin, missed Hanbin. He missed their moments where it was just them, enjoying each otherâs presence and bodies, because if Jiwoong had to say it, his boyfriends knew him best. Gyuvin knew how hard to fuck him, how to grip his hips right to bruise them for a few days. Hanbin knew how to look at them, at Jiwoong, to get him begging, knew how to bring him to the edge without a single touch.
Jiwoong squeezed his eyes shut and tears spilled, burning on his skin. They soaked the pillow and his hair, and so did his spit, but he couldnât control neither the crying nor the drooling. He was so close. So fucking close. His whole body burned and he felt like a rubber band being stretched and stretched, ripping at the edge.
âHyung,â Gyuvin whimpered, hips stuttering but not faltering in their pace, âfeels so good, hyung, so good~â
Jiwoong mewled in response, because itâs all he could do, really. Even if he had tried to speak, the words would have made no sense. Gyuvin fucked him so well that Jiwoong was losing his mind.
And as Jiwoong met Hanbinâs gaze through a blur of tears, the rubber snapped. Jiwoong shuddered and twitched. He moaned, the sound drawing through his orgasm into the bliss afterwards. For a moment, Jiwoong was stuck floating, not feeling anything but a haze of content.
But Gyuvin kept thrusting. Jiwoong was pulled back to earth too soon, crashing with the overwhelming pressure of a big dick rubbing his insides. He was so sensitive that pleasure seeped into pain and he was trembling for a whole other reason.
He didnât pull away. He didnât say his safeword. He indulged in the dull ache growing between his legs, clinging to the remnants of pleasure, knowing he wouldnât be able to walk the next morning if Gyuvin kept this up.
But it was so worth it when Gyuvin eventually came to a halt. One last thrust and he buried himself to the base, filling Jiwoong to the brim. A new kind of heat followed, growing deep inside Jiwoong where the tip of Gyuvinâs dick bulged his stomach. Jiwoong clenched with his last bit of strength, milking his boyfriend of every last drop of cum, feeling so full as the sensation subsided.
Gyuvin collapsed with a heavy sigh. Jiwoong groaned as he was pinned under the younger manâs weight, but was too fucked out to attempt and free himself. It at least gave his pussy a break, even if it still stretched too much around Gyuvinâs dick.
âYou two did so well,â Hanbin said, now standing right next to the bed, looking down at them with fondness in his eyes and a smirk on his lips.
A cold shiver chased down Jiwoongâs spine. He lost. He came first and Hanbin knew that full well, even if Gyuvin might have not realized that.
And yes, Gyuvin really hadnât realized, because he looked up at Hanbin with big puppy eyes and said: âIâm sorry, sir! Please donât punish me!â
Hanbin hummed, crossing his arms. âYou think you lost, puppy?â
Gyuvin slowly blinked. âYes?â
âWell,â Hanbin looked down at Jiwoong, âI should technically punish you for not noticing that you made our kitten cum, but one punishment today is enough. Right, kitten?â
Jiwoong nodded.
âThatâs right. Puppy-â Hanbin nudged Gyuvinâs headband back into place, then scratched him behind his real ear. â-why donât you get off Jiwoongie so I can punish him?â
Gyuvin blinked again like a confused cat, but as he looked down at Jiwoong as well, realization seemed to dawn on him.
âOh! Hyungie lost!â
Gyuvinâs face brightened with a big grin. He quickly straightened his back, almost pulling out way too fast, but Hanbin stopped him. A bit of shame softened the happiness of a winner, but not nearly enough to make Jiwoong feel any better. An embarrassing moan slipped his tongue as well as Gyuvin pulled out, as if losing wasnât already humiliating enough.
And also very exciting. Because punishments were always exciting. Though, Jiwoong could not for the life of him think of what Hanbin could have possibly planned. They could never be sure. But the mystery was part of the fun.
Hanbin helped Jiwoong roll onto his back, then patted his thighs for him to open his legs. Almost immediately cum leaked from Jiwoongâs hole. He tried to tighten up, to keep it in and not get the tail underneath dirty, but Hanbin dipped two fingers between Jiwoongâs folds and opened him up for viewing.
Gyuvin sucked in a sharp breath, staring with big eyes and an open mouth. All Jiwoong could see was Hanbinâs hand. But he did feel the cum running down the sensitive skin.
âWant a taste, puppy?â Hanbin asked, free hand tugging at Gyuvinâs collar.
âTaste? Of- of hyungie?â
âOf your own cum.â
Gyuvinâs eyes widened. âMyâŚyou wantâŚâ
Hanbin smiled, hand slipping away from Jiwoongâs pussy and up his stomach. Right above the navel, he pushed down a little. Jiwoong shuddered and whimpered, barely stopping himself from closing his legs.
Gyuvin looked back down at the mess he himself created and licked his lips. Eyes on the prize, he got down on his stomach, head hovering between Jiwoongâs legs. Gyuvin took a hold of the older manâs thighs and shuffled even closer, close enough for his breath to brush over Jiwoongâs private parts.
Gyuvin glanced up at Hanbin, who smiled and made a face that said âGo aheadâ. And so Gyuvin went ahead. He dipped his head down and dragged his tongue between Jiwoongâs pussy lips, gathering any liquid he could get on the way. He made a show of showing his throat bobbing as he swallowed before dipping back down.
Jiwoong could barely breathe. Every lick had him shiver and mewl, hands grasping the pillow. He was less sensitive. The pain was gone and pleasure crawled back under his skin. It wasnât as nearly as overwhelming as getting fucked and Jiwoong could actually form a coherent thought, but his body still twitched and trembled with the attention given to it.
Gyuvin dipped his tongue into Jiwoongâs hole here and there, making obscene noises as he sucked and licked, trying to get every last drop of cum. To a sober mind, it would have sounded disgusting, but Jiwoong was pushed back to the edge of another orgasm, drunk on the electrifying pressure.
It didnât help that Gyuvinâs nose kept bumping and rubbing Jiwoongâs clit. If it was on purpose or not was unclear, but it added up and there was no break in the waves of pleasure. Jiwoong moaned and writhed against the sheets. Sweat coated his skin and new tears burned on his skin, leaving the air tasting salty and heavy.
Gyuvin pulled away at some point, but Hanbin gripped his hair and pushed him back down between Jiwoongâs thighs. A little whimper of surprise was all Gyuvin gave before going right back to eating Jiwoong out.
âYou can make hyungie cum again, puppy,â Hanbin said, sickeningly sweet.
Another orgasm. Jiwoong wanted one so badly, he actively grinded against Gyuvinâs eager tongue as it pushed into his hole.
Gyuvin snaked his arms tighter around Jiwoongâs thighs until his hands could reach his pussy. Warm fingertips tugged at the folds, opening them up for better access. And then he bit down on Jiwoongâs clit.
A sharp cry filled the room. Jiwoong arched his back off the mattress, eyes open wide. He fell limp with a gasp that dissolved into a moan as Gyuvin closed his mouth around the sensitive nub and sucked, and then sucked again. His tongue swirled around the clit, and Jiwoong tensed up.
His thighs quivered around Gyuvinâs head. If not for the tight hold, Jiwoong might have kicked his leg like a rabbit, too overwhelmed with his second orgasm. The intense pleasure hit him like a punch to the gut and he swore he blacked out for a second. Maybe not. He wasnât sure.
The crash was a lot more forgiving. Mainly because this time Gyuvin had noticed the orgasm and actually stopped. A proud grin stretched across his face as Jiwoong looked down, a bit goofy and also so fucking endearing. Even breathless and shaking, Jiwoong wanted nothing more than to pull Gyuvin into a kiss, but his arms refused to work and all he could do was pout.
Luckily, Gyuvin understood. He let go of Jiwoongâs thighs and then crawled up his body, catching Jiwoongâs lips in a kiss. They both melted into the touch immediately, still starved as if they hadnât just fucked. But kissing was different. It was nice. Slow and gentle. Gyuvin held Jiwoongâs face with both hands and took the initiative to guide them.
A hand tugging at Gyuvinâs hair pulled them apart. They both whined, but Hanbinâs firm expression shut them up. He didnât look angry, more disappointed, and that was a lot worse.
âDid I allow you two to kiss?â
âNo, sir,â Jiwoong mumbled, âIâm sorry, sir. It was my fault.â
âI know. I guess I have to increase your punishment.â
Jiwoong frowned.
âPuppy,â Hanbin said, guiding Gyuvin to kneel on the bottom of the mattress, âI want you to decide which toy we let our kitten play with.â
While Jiwoong held his breath, Gyuvin watched curiously as Hanbin brought back the black box. He placed it in front of Gyuvin and then pointed to, presumably, two things inside that Jiwoong couldnât see, but judging by Gyuvinâs reaction, it was quite the choice.
While the youngest thought about the decision, Hanbin put his attention back on Jiwoong.
âYour punishment was originally four orgasms-â
Jiwoongâs breath hitched.
â-but I wonder,â Hanbin continued, âif you can do five, kitten.â
âIâŚâ
âSafe word?â
âMarshmallow.â
âGood. Do you think you can do five, kitten?â
Jiwoong pondered for a moment. At the same time, Gyuvin bumped his head against Hanbinâs arm to get his attention and then pointed at the toy he had chosen. Hanbin smiled like he was proud and gave Gyuvin a kiss as a treat.
âWell,â Hanbin picked up the toy, âwhat is your answer, kitten?â
Jiwoongâs heart skipped a beat and his pussy clenched pathetically around nothing. What Gyuvin had chosen was Jiwoongâs favorite toy - A butterfly vibrator in a beautiful dark blue shade.
AO3 Link - Masterpost
Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Â
Chapter Word Count:Â 4k
Status: Ongoing
Summary:
'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'
Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.
"What the fuck?"
"You have to read everything,â Doyoung said, giving his phone over.
Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make anysense.
Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down.
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Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them? Â
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Johnny wasn't bad at math. Not the worst, at least, but that wasn't difficult with Yuta around. The bar was in the ground, and Johnny was lying face first on the floor. He seriously wasn't the worst, but also far from being the best. He miscalculated the simplest equations. Including the problem that was Seo Changbin.
Friends. That's all Johnny wanted. Yes, he was fully aware Changbin was hot, cute, funny, and talented when he offered him his number, but Johnny had a lot of friends who met these criteria. Fuck him for being optimistic. He expected a simple one plus one equals two. Two cool rappers equals one tight friendship. But Johnny didn't factor in the x Changbin added, the unknown variable â the way he made Johnny's heart struggle to stay in his chest.
The math had been completely off, and Johnny found himself staring at the digital clock on his nightstand at one in the morning. The minutes melted away so slowly, Johnny wondered if he was in some sort of time paradox. Every nerve in his body buzzed with excitement while anxiety tugged at his heart. He tossed and turned for a good hour, settling on his back like a starfish at the end. His blanket only covered one foot, and cold creeped along his skin, but it was the only thing soothing the fire of emotions roaring inside him.
Just five hours until he would meet with Changbin again. Their first session at the gym together. The high of their date at the sushi restaurant two weeks prior still clouded Johnny's mind with Changbin's laughter and smile and just everything that was him. Johnny had known he was fucked the moment Changbin had stared up at him with doe eyes in that stupid bathroom, but he had ignored the red flags, still convinced they could just be friends. They couldn't. Johnny made peace with that on his way home from the restaurant.
He sighed, closing his eyes. The red lines of the digital numbers danced behind his eyelids. He tightened his hands into fists, taking deep breaths, but the tension in his muscles only seemed to multiply.
Johnny gave up with a soft groan. He sat up, swinging his legs over the edge of his bed, and peeked over at Donghyuck. Blissful peace decorated his face. Johnny definitely didn't feel jealous. Not at all.
He pushed himself to his feet and sneaked out the room. There wasn't really any plan as he walked down the hallway, but stopped at the bathroom. He had no urge to really use it, but anything seemed better than trying to sleep and slowly losing his mind. So he did his business, washed his hands, and then stared into the mirror like a thriller protagonist on the verge of snapping.
He tightened his hands around the edge of the sink, counting every breath. His body vibrated with the need to move, to do something, so Johnny washed his face as well. With a wet hand, he pushed back his bangs, and watched a drop of water gather along his forehead.
What was he even doing? Maybe Changbin was right, maybe he didn't worry enough about the whole thing. But Johnny couldn't imagine ghosting Changbin now. It wasn't fair when he seemed so excited about a friendship with Johnny. Or maybe Johnny was just projecting, because that's what he wanted Changbin to feel. Excitement. About Johnny, about them spending time together, about every late night call they had.
None of this was going to work out well. Because Johnny was selfish, because he didn't know how to just be friends when he wanted so much more.
Johnny wiped down his face and hands. He slipped open the door, flicking off the lights as he stepped out. A deep sigh filled the silence as Johnny looked up. Right at Jaehyun.
Johnny yelped, grabbing his chest.
"What the fuck, dude?"
Jaehyun pursed his lips, as if he had any right to be offended. Not when he just scared the shit out of Johnny by standing quietly in the dark.
"At least warn me," Johnny continued, glaring.
"You would have jumped either way."
"Not true."
"Sure, Hyung."
Johnny huffed, wrinkling his nose. "What are you doing here anyway?"
"Oh, Taeyong-hyung was trying to teach me a video game. Decided to stay for the night."
"Right. What game?"
"I don't know. One with guns?" Jaehyun replied, clearly struggling.
"Oh yes, right, that one. I know that one," Johnny mused.
Crossing his arms, Jaehyun gave a short, sarcastic laugh. Johnny smirked. Maybe he would have woken up Donghyuck if Johnny had known talking to someone would make him feel so much better. Not great, but he took anything he could get.
"Why are you up this late?" Jaehyun asked as the silence stretched too long.
"Why are you?" Johnny retorted.
"Taeyong-hyung snores."
"Of course."
If he might say himself, Johnny was just as good at avoiding eye contact as he was at keeping it. Unfortunately, Jaehyun could be persistent.
"And you, hyung?" Jaehyun asked, leaning in a little closer.
"Couldn't sleep."
"You? Can't sleep?"
"What's that supposed to mean?"
Jaehyun scoffed. "The only times you can't sleep is when one of us has to play therapist."
Not true. Johnny had plenty of struggles with sleep, but he couldn't deny it now. He didn't get up for emotional counseling, but Jaehyun didn't look like he had any plan to leave. Arms crossed, expression open, he seemed to be waiting for Johnny to spill his heart out. At one in the morning, in the middle of the hallway.
Not as bad as that time Mark confided in Johnny about his homesickness in the middle of a grocery store though, so whatever.
Johnny sighed, and leaned against the wall next to Jaehyun. Curious eyes watched his every move, but Johnny stared straight ahead instead. He traced the vague shapes of PokĂŠmon on the poster that Taeyong had put up when he got offended that no one knew all 150 originals. Johnny memorized them against his will.
"Alright, if you really want to help me with my monthly sad boy hourâŚ"
"I always want to help you,hyung."
"Lies, but okay." Johnny adjusted his stance, as if that would save him from confessing. "Be honest, if you liked someone, but know for a fact that pursuing them is a bad idea, would you still do it?"
Jaehyun hummed. He crossed his arms, lifting one hand to scratch at his chin. A soft hum vibrated in his throat as his eyes wandered around them, as if the darkness had the answers. If only it was that easy.
"Yes," Jaehyun said, looking up at Johnny again.
"Yes?"
"Yes," Jaehyun repeated firmly.
"Why?"
"Why not? A bad idea doesn't mean it will end badly. Remember when I put chili sauce on strawberries?"
"Yeah, Taeil threw up."
Jaehyun nodded. An almost proud smile decorated his face.
"I enjoyed them."
"Of course you did, but you can't compare Gordon Ramsay's greatest nightmare toâŚ" Johnny gestured wildly around them, the words stuck in his throat.
"No, listen-"
"Please enlighten me, Jae."
"Taeil threw up. Taeyong and Yuta planned to kill me in my sleep. But that doesn't matter, because I enjoyed it."
"Ah. You mean I shouldn't care about what others say?"
Jaehyun nodded firmly, smile growing wider.
That was⌠any easy answer. Too easy. Or maybe too difficult, actually. How could Johnny just ignore everyone else's opinion when it could ruin everything?
"Youâre straight, dude. My problem is a guy, and I'm already in the public eye with rumors. One wrong moveâŚ" Johnny sighed, closing his eyes.
"You just have to be careful. Plenty of gay idols are dating and are fine. Like Wonho!"
"Eyes are on me. I can't just-" Johnny groaned. "Fuck. Not caring about other people's opinions isn't something I can afford right now."
Their eyes met. Sympathy sparked in Jaehyun's face. An apology crawled up Johnny's throat. It didn't matter that Jaehyun was straight, he lived long enough with queer people to at least understand their struggle enough.
"Sorry, dude. I just don't know what to do."
Jaehyun waved his hand. "You're right. It's not that easy, but I stand by that you should still try it. Just, you know, be careful, and you'll be fine."
"Be carefulâŚ" Johnny echoed, shaking his head.
"Hyung, at the end of the day your happiness is the most important thing. Whatever you decide to do, we're all on your side."
Blinking in surprise, Johnny looked at Jaehyun. A warm pressure settled in his chest as the words, combined with Jaehyun's smile, sank in.
What was it about late night conversations that got people feeling vulnerable and deep? Whatever it was, it was nice. Johnny liked this. Sure, he was always aware how much they all supported each other, but having a reminder that someone was standing in his corner was nice. Comforting. These simple words eased some of the tension in his muscles like a massage.
Johnny smiled back.
"Thank you, Hyunnie."
"I'm the best therapist, I know," Jaehyun said.
"Aaaand the moment is gone."
They both laughed, open and loud, unperturbed by the possibility of waking someone up. As they calmed, Jaehyun pushed himself off the wall towards the bathroom. They exchanged some last pleasantries, Jaehyun reaffirmed his encouragement, and then the bathroom door slipped shut.
Johnny released a shaky breath into the darkness. He dragged himself back to his room, sudden exhaustion tugging at his body. His mind ran wild with everything Jaehyun said, the questions it brought, the what if's and the scale Johnny used to weigh the pros and cons. As he snuggled back under his blanket, he still had no definitive answer.
There was only one thing he was sure of. He liked Seo Changbin. Whatever would come from it, he would take it.
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Against all odds, Johnny did actually sleep the remaining few hours. He had run on less, so he felt quite refreshed as he arrived at the gym. It was one Changbin frequently visited. Johnny felt a twinge of guilt for giving up his loyalty to his usual gym, but he would have done a lot for Changbin at this point.
The front didn't really give much away. Not even glass windows, just a simple sign above the metal door with the name. A few ads decorated the concrete wall, but it looked shady at best. If it wasn't for Changbin standing at the door, Johnny might have decided this was a trap for kidnapping him.
"Morning!" Johnny chirped as he approached his friend.
Changbin glanced up from his phone, eyes wide. They immediately narrowed into slits, the corners wrinkling, exposing his smile despite the mask.
"I'm glad you could make it," Changbin said.
Good, he sounded energetic too. Johnny wouldn't have known what to do if Changbin turned out to not be a morning person.
Changbin put away his phone, pulling out a card instead.
"This is Jisung's. You can't get in without a membership."
"I could just make my own."
"No, why? Jisung doesn't use his currently, and it's paid for by the company."
Johnny raised an eyebrow, hesitantly accepting the card. "Isn't this some sort of identity theft?"
"No one will ask, trust me. I got my friend Yeonjun into the gym before with Chan's card."
"The Yeonjun from TXT?" Johnny asked, glancing sideways at Changbin.
"The one and only. Do you know anyone from TXT well?"
When Johnny said no, it was like flipping a switch. Changbin fell into a full monologue about his friend and the other TXT members, spilling both praises and annoyances. Especially about whatever was going on between Beomgyu and some of the Stray Kids members. Johnny just listened. He could have listened to Changbin for hours, but it was only a few minutes before the outside was getting too cold and they decided to finally get inside.
Johnny missed this. As much as he loved all of the other NCT members, always seeing the same faces and hearing the same stories lost its touch at some point. Sometimes he just needed to hang out with someone outside of the group to reboot his social energy.
And Changbin was perfect. Witty, cute, and so in tune with Johnny's vibe it might have scared him if he hadn't already expected them to get along so well.
In the early hours, the gym was too quiet. Every noise echoed too loudly, the tune of some American pop song too quiet, like it was coming from another room no matter where Johnny stood. The woman at the counter smiled at them as they finally got inside, greeting Changbin like they were old friends. She only regarded Johnny with a curious glance. He bowed his head, and she giggled.
Their conversation quieted down as they assessed all the machines and different dumbbells before them, though Changbin was quick to decide where to go. Johnny went to the treadmill for a warm up.
For a while, the silence weighed comfortably around them. They each did their own thing, but Johnny did wonder why Changbin chose the gym to meet. Sure, it was easy, but it wasn't exactly the right etiquette to talk while working out. Johnny wasn't even that big on going to the gym. Sure, he did it because he deemed it necessary, and he enjoyed it, but just judging from Changbin's body, they didn't exactly take it seriously in the same way.
Johnny stepped off the treadmill and glanced over at Changbin. He had moved from the chest press machine to lifting dumbbells. As Johnny approached, he couldn't help but admire the way muscles bulged and strained against his tight shirt. Too impressive to ignore.
Johnny swallowed, and stepped closer. In that moment, Changbin stilled, and their eyes met in the mirror spreading along the wall. Johnny smiled, sitting down on the bench as well. Changbin slowly put the dumbbell down, eyes raking Johnny up and down, mouth hanging slightly open around soft puffs of air.
"Do you have a whole routine?" Johnny asked. "Or do you just do what you feel like doing?"
"Routine. Monday is chest, Tuesday is back, Wednesday is shoulders, and Thursday is leg."
"Wow. And your biceps?" Johnny shuffled a little closer, gaze fixed on Changbin's arms.
"I work on that inbetween here and there."
"Right. It's impressive, you know?" Johnny glanced up through eyelashes.
Changbin visibly swallowed.
"I mean, wow. Can I touch?" Johnny pointed at Changbin's arm.
"Yeah? Sure."
Slowly, Johnny lifted a hand, observing every reaction closely. He was ready to stop at any discomfort, but Changbin only stared intently at the hand drawing closer like it was the most interesting thing. Johnny's fingertips grazed the skin right underneath the short sleeve. Both their skins were warm, but Changbin's seemed to outright burn.
Johnny leaned in a little closer, fingers gently wrapping around Changbin's biceps. He squeezed once, barely putting in any pressure. The muscles easily molded under his touch, much softer than he had expected, but as he pressed a bit harder, he found the firmness he was looking for.
"IncredibleâŚ" Johnny whispered under his breath.
"It's not in..incredible," Changbin said.
Johnny couldn't help but coo at him. The change of tone when Changbin spoke English filled Johnny's chest with a warm fuzzy excitement. Like watching a puppy give paw for the first time. The hesitant higher pitch was just too cute. Though Johnny could definitely hear the influence from Felix and Chan in the way Changbin pronounced certain words. It added to how endearing it was.
"No, it's very much incredible. I mean, wow, what you lack in height, you make up for size."
"What do you mean lack? I'm 180cm. At least!"
Johnny huffed, and instantly stood up. "Let's compare!"
Hesitation crossed Changbin's face, quickly replaced by determination. He pushed himself to his feet, but instead of straightening up, he climbed onto the bench where he actually stood up properly. Johnny stared for what felt like a whole minute as Changbin proudly crossed his arms like a cat who got the cream. Like this, he actually had a whole head advantage over Johnny.
Johnny blinked a few times, his mind finally catching up. Immediately, he started laughing, wheezing as he grabbed Changbin's waist for support.
"Okay, but-" Johnny snaked his arms around Changbin's waist, tugging him closer. "-I like that you're shorter than me~"
With one swift tug, he got Changbin to lose his balance. His protests stumbled into a loud yelp as Johnny heaved him over his shoulder. For a moment, Changbin seemed to consider fighting, body tense, but then he fell slack, sighing heavily. Johnny patted the back of his thigh as he turned to face the mirror again.
Despite his morals, Johnny admired Changbin's backside for a good few seconds. The need to touch the gentle curve of his butt tingled in Johnny's fingertips, but he gripped the thick thighs tighter instead.
"You're much lighter than I expected," Johnny said.
Instantly, Changbin tensed up again. Silence stretched around them, uncomfortable, planting concern in Johnny's chest. Considering everything, he had expected some witty response, or at least a laugh, but Changbin remained as quiet as a mouse.
Johnny carefully put Changbin back on his feet. His heart sank at the expression Changbin had, furrowed brows, lips pursed into a pout. But it wasn't in the usual cute way, but genuine hurt tugged at the edges. He didn't even look at Johnny.
"Bunny, I just meant because of your muscles! I thought they would add some, you know, weight," Johnny said.
His hands hovered awkwardly over Changbin's shoulders, but with the sudden tension crackling in the air, he refused to actually touch. Though, he wasn't quite sure if it was the right move with the way Changbin stared at his hand, eyes narrow, sharp.
"I'm not heavy," Changbin whispered.
"Of course not! You're light as a feather-"
"But you expected me to be heavy."
Johnny swallowed. Oh, he fucked up.
"I- You know, it'sâŚ" Groaning, Johnny rubbed the back of his head. "I'm sorry, I really just meant your muscles. Not forâŚany other reason. I'll shut up now."
Changbin slowly looked up. A soft flush decorated his cheeks. His pupils trembled as he seemed to take in Johnny's face, like searching for something only he knew about.
"Do you think⌠Do I look heavy?"
The small crack in Changbin's voice broke something deep inside Johnny. He wanted nothing more than to hug Changbin, spill the praises until any doubt was drowned, but they weren't close enough for that. They weren't close enough for anything. What was Johnny doing?
He swallowed, shaking his head.
"No, bunny. Your body is amazing. I'm jealous, not gonna lie."
Changbin didn't quite look convinced. Johnny couldn't blame him. That they had this conversation at all, that Changbin let himself be vulnerable enough, that surprised Johnny much more than Changbin being insecure about his body.
How close were they really then? What even were the steps of a friendship? Johnny hadn't talked to any NCT member about childhood trauma until they had a full year together as a group, but he also knew that Yuta cried to Taeil about homesickness after only a week.
Johnny forced himself to smirk, leaning in a little closer towards Changbin. With the height difference, he actually had to bend over a little. Changbin's eyebrow twitched upward, anger slowly melting away in favor of curiosity.
"I bet-" Johnny continued. "-you can carry me too, bunny."
"Easy."
"Prove it."
The moment Johnny straightened his back again, Changbin stepped at his side. He put one arm around Johnny's back, and the other pushed against the back of his knees. Johnny was too surprised to think much about it. He dropped his arms around Changbin's neck just as his feet lost their connection to the floor. Changbin huffed with some effort trying to get Johnny comfortable in his arms, but he ultimately succeeded, and a smirk curled his lips.
Johnny looked down at himself with big eyes, then back at Changbin.
"Wow, am I heavy?"
"No," Changbin said, and just to prove it, he did a whole squat.
Despite how much Johnny got jostled with the move, his heart fluttered, like a rollercoaster dropping at the first hill.
"I was just about to ask if you can squat while carrying me."
Changbin laughed. His whole face brightened with the sound, chasing a warm spark down Johnny's spine. He couldn't help but laugh as well. Even as the sound died, their smiles lingered, eyes fixed on each other.
This time, the silence covered them like a fluffy blanket as everything else but them seemed to melt away. Maybe it was just Johnny whose chest tightened against his rapidly beating heart, but considering the way Changbin's face softened, he must have felt something too. Something! But was Johnny allowed to guess?
Voices echoed from the front of the gym. They both perked up. Johnny guessed it was another early gym member, and Changbin seemed to expect the same. He quickly put Johnny down. Though, he was a lot more gentle than any of the NCT members who tried to carry Johnny before.
They looked at each other for a moment longer, but with the tension cut, they both couldn't hold it. Heat actually creeped into Johnny's face. He was sure this was the first time he got overwhelmed from eye contact. Usually, he made it his mission to get everyone else uncomfortable. The things Changbin did to himâŚ
"We should continue our work out," Changbin said.
"Right. Yeah."
They both cleared their throat. Changbin sat back down on the bench, grabbing his dumbbell again. Johnny looked around a little lost for a good minute, unsure of what to do, instead watching the woman who just got here. She didn't pay the two men any mind, but Changbin was watching her with the slightest hint of worry.
They worked out for another hour or so. Here and there, they got engaged in some conversation when they spotted for each other, but Johnny realized that going to the gym together is not the best date idea. They had more insightful talks while messaging each other between schedules.
Still, the sense of something deeper lingered. Like this was where Johnny belonged, here, next to Changbin, laughing at a story about him and Jisung trying to bake a cake. They lost a bowl in the process, and nobody dared to try a piece of the cake.
It felt right. Changbin felt right.
As they stepped outside, they were greeted by a sky of blooming oranges and yellows. A gust of wind hit Johnny's face. He shivered against it, regretting that he didn't bring another set of clothes. Sweat soaked his shirt underneath the jacket, but thankfully the manager was already waiting for him. Changbin seemed to have found his ride home as well, waving at someone who at closer inspection turned out to be Bang Chan.
"Your dad is picking you up?" Johnny asked, leaning in so close, his breath brushed Changbin's skin.
A visible shudder chased through Changbin, and he jerked away. He lifted his hand to hide his ear, but hesitated as their eyes met, deciding to adjust his mask instead. Johnny smirked, and covered his face as well.
"Dad?" Changbin echoed.
"What? Do you not call your leader father?"
Changbin barked out a laugh, shoulders shaking.
"Jisung and Jeongin sometimes do as a joke, but that feels weird to me."
"Right." Johnny tilted his head, still close enough to see every little twitch in Changbin's face. "I bet you would rather have a daddy."
Changbin's eyes widened. He choked on whatever words he wanted to say, falling into a whole coughing fit. Johnny gently patted his back, proud of himself. Maybe there was a little guilt. Just a smidge.
"Should we- I mean-" Changbin cleared his throat. "This was nice. I mean, working out together. That was nice."
"Yeah. I'm just sad we didn't talk much."
"Maybe weâll get some time soon to go out properly again. I mean, meet up. To eat somewhere, or something."
"I would like that."
Until then, Johnny would take what he could get. And who was he to complain about watching Changbin get sweaty and work his incredible muscles? Besides, if this was making Changbin happy, Johnny would do it every day. Maybe not every day, but more than once a week.
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Pairing: Seo Changbin/Jeon Soyeon
Word Count: 4500
Rating: Explicit
Tags: Smut, PWP, Mirror Sex, Semi-Public Sex, Oral Sex, Vaginal Sex, Bisexuality
Summary:
After recording their dance challenges, Changbin and Soyeon make up for all the lost time that comes with busy schedules.
A/N:
I wanted to write some m/f smut again cause it's been a while and well. They dropped their dance challenges and my brain scrambled due to severe overdose of bisexuality. Speaking of. Both of them are explicitely bisexual in this fic and they talk about sex with other people. Are they dating? Are they just fwb? Who knows. Decide for yourself :3
Anyway, please enjoy! Comments and reblogs are as always very much appreciated <3
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They were done. Finally. Soyeon wanted to lay down and never do a tik tok again. Somehow, they had to re-record the dance challenge fifteen times before her manager was happy, when Changbin's manager had been satisfied with their third take. She was so close to cursing them out. That woman, their new manager, was a real pain in the ass, and only Changbin's cheery attitude stopped her from breaking something.
She glared at the manager as she and the rest of the staff left the room, at least giving the idols some space to talk before they had to move on. They rarely got to meet up with their busy schedules. But Changbin had always been one of her favorites since their first time and she couldnât wait to use every last second of their time together.
Just as the door closed, he turned to her, a bright smile on his face. Soyeon smiled back.
"Good job, Changbin-ah."
"You too, noona."
Soyeon huffed. "One more take and I would have snapped the phone in half."
"Would be easier with a flip phone."
"I don't know. I'm pretty strong."
Changbin pursed his lips, looking her up and down. His path stuttered at her chest. She wasn't even wearing anything where he could see her breasts, but maybe that irritated him.
"I don't believe it," Changbin said, meeting her eyes.
"No?" Soyeon slipped off her hat and ran a hand through her hair, smile curling into a smirk. "Wanna bet I can lift you?"
"You can try."
"You don't believe me."
Changbin hummed. He leaned back as Soyeon stepped closer, putting his hands on his hips. His eyes trailed her form again, probably trying to remember the slim body underneath the shapeless hoodie and pants, but it had been a while.
A reminder would do them both good.
"I betâŚ" Soyeon drawled, stepping closer, "you want to pick me up instead."
Changbin's throat bopped. He must have missed her too.
"Maybe-"
She curled her fingers around Changbin's tie and tugged. He practically stumbled into her arms.
"-I'll let you. You could pin me up against the wall-"
Soyeon squeezed her arms around Changbin's waist, drawing them chest to chest. Changbin watched her with dark eyes.
"-or maybe you can fuck me against the mirror. I always wanted to watch myself during sex."
"You've never done that?" Changbin asked, voice barely above a whisper.
"No, but a girl I slept with kept talking about how fun it is."
"I have done that."
Soyeon's smirk grew, and her eyes widened, excitement buzzing under her skin. Of course Changbin did that before. He always liked the attention.
"Yeah?" Soyeon slipped one hand lower, and hooked a finger in Changbin's waistband. "And with who?"
"Aren't you too curious?"
"You know I love hearing about your sex-capades."
Changbin laughed, the sound rumbling in his chest, and shaking Soyeon to the core. She pushed herself even closer, as if that was possible. Changbin inhaled sharply and his eyes dropped down to where her breasts squished against his front, as small as they are, Changbin felt them. He chose to feel them. He was so easy.
Changbin dropped his hands on Soyeon's waist, digging his nails into her hoodie as if trying to rip through the fabric.
"Do you like get off on hearing about who else I fuck?" he asked.
"You say that like it's a bad thing."
Changbin scrunched up his nose, almost as if embarrassed. "I'm not. It is kinda hot."
"Right? Because men or women-" Soyeon slowly dragged her finger along the inside of Changbin's waistband, all the way to the front. "-imagining you with someone else is so much fun."
With deft hands, Soyeon unbuckled Changbin's belt and popped open the jeans button. He openly shuddered at the first touch of her fingertips. She trailed the curve of his half hard cock through the thin briefs, big and hot, forcing Soyeon to swallow excessive spit.
Changbin narrowed his eyes, lips pressed thin. He watched her as intently as she watched him, their faces so close, their breathing falling into the same rhythm. Changbin's hands slipped down to cup Soyeon's ass and she pressed her mouth to hisâ.
It really had been too long. They both dove into the kiss as if coming out of the water to gasp for air. All teeth and tongue, drool instantly coating their lips and dripping down their chins. Soyeon nipped at Changbin's bottom lip to keep herself afloat, eliciting a groan from deep within his chest.
Again and again, their tongues curled together. Soyeon grabbed a fistful of Changbin's hair just to keep him closer, closer, as close as possible. He seemed to have the same idea. Squeezing her ass, he tugged her hips against his', trapping her hand against his dick. She took the opportunity to take better hold of his heavy shaft. It twitched in her palm and she swore she could actively feel it grow harder.
"Binnie, Changbin-ah," she panted, "need youâŚ"
Changbin groaned. "Need you too, noonaâŚ"
Like a thirsty man in the desert, Changbin latched onto her neck, lips still wet. Soyeon leaned her head back with a soft sigh. He immediately sucked on her throat, a hint of teeth and tongue grazing the skin. She squeezed around his cock encouragingly and he bit down for real.
"No marks," Soyeon hissed.
"I wish I could," Changbin mumbled, and licked over the spot.
"You can bruise other places, babyâŚ"
At that, Changbin perked up, eyes big and eager like a puppy. Soyeon giggled and kissed him sweetly. Then she stepped back, shuddering with the cold creeping over her without Changbin's body heat.
Keeping direct eye contact with Changbin, Soyeon gripped the edge of her hoodie and slowly, but surely pulled up. Bit by bit, skin was unraveled and Changbin had to look down. He swallowed visibly, and his hands twitched at his sides.
Soyeon smirked. Looking past Changbin, she could see herself in the wall mirrors, drinking in her own tiny waist and soft tits as if it wasn't her own image. She sped up to get the hoodie over her head, and threw it aside. Her eyes wandered back to Changbin.
"I don't show this part to fans," Soyeon drawled.
Changbin pressed his lips thin, and after a moment of just staring, he sipped off his own sweater. He didn't take his time and almost ripped the buttons on the second shirt, discarding it in the blink of an eye. It didn't make the reveal any worse though, because no matter how many times Soyeon saw Changbin's thick body, it made her insides curl hot without fail.
They both took a step closer at the same time, but it was Changbin who reached out first. His hands found their place on Soyeon's waist again and tugged her closer. She complied, her knees buckling at the sting that his fingers left. It had to leave bruises and just the thought of it had her squeeze her thighs together.
Their chests met again, bare skin on skin this time, and Soyeon melted with the new warmth. She wrapped her arms around Changbin's neck and arched her back. Nipples rubbed against nipples and they both moaned, encouraging Soyeon to press harder, practically grinding where their naked skin met. If her mind wasn't so hazy with need, she might have found it funny that their chests were almost the same size, but now it was just hot.
"Noona," Changbin groaned, hands slipping lower, over Soyeon's ass to the top of her thighs.
Soyeon understood perfectly well. With one swift jump and the strong hold of Changbin, she found herself in his arms, legs wrapped around his hips and arms tightening around the back of his neck. Again, Changbin's lips explored the expanse of Soyeon's skin, focusing on her shoulders this time. At the same time, he carried her over to the wall mirrors.
The glass pressed cold against her back, but heated up in no time. Her sweat and heat clouded the mirror right around where she touched like it was trying to paint her shape on its surface. She wanted that. Fuck, she wanted everyone to know what Changbin did to her.
"Bin-ah," she moaned at a particular hard bite right in the curve connecting throat and shoulder, "mark my tits, Changbinnie~"
Changbin groaned and his teeth dug deeper. Soyeon whimpered, and a hot throb pulsated between her thighs.
Out of sheer reflex, she rolled her hips, and through the layers of her pants and panties, her pussy rubbed over Changbin's stomach. Soyeon did it again, and then a third time, shuddering at how her damp panties clung to her sensitive skin. The urge to touch tingled in the tips of her fingers. She tightened her hands into fists, and bit her tongue, and luckily, Changbin's kisses distracted her enough.
"Come on," Soyeon moaned, puffing out her chest, "don't you want people to know who these tits belong to?"
That definitely got Changbin. His grip tightened on the back of her thighs and he hoisted her higher, high enough that she could kind of support her legs on the swell of his ass. Maybe one day she would actually explore that part of Changbin.
The train of thought completely derailed as a warm tongue dragged over her right nipple. A soft mewl slipped her tongue. Changbin repeated the motion before latching his lips around the pink bud, enveloping it hot and damp and chasing shivers down Soyeon's spine. He sucked, and swirled his tongue, until the pressure had Soyeon moan, and shudder.
Changbin carefully maneuvered Soyeon to hold her up with only one arm. It obviously tested his strength, but his dilated pupils and little happy sighs, he probably would have tried to keep her up with one finger just to sweetly torture her tits.
Soyeon moaned at the first pinch on her left nipple, so different from the gentle mouth and tongue on the other side. Changbin's fingers twisted and tugged at the sensitive nub in rhythm with his sucks and licks, like trying to create a symphony. The melody vibrated through Soyeon's body, curling hot in her stomach.
She arched her back, pushing her chest into Changbin's touch, outright panting. Changbin's fingers loosened and slipped away, just for him to cup her breast in his palm and squeeze. Soyeon's tits fit perfectly between his fingers, like molded by Changbin personally. He definitely treated them like they belonged to him. Soyeon wasn't going to disagree.
"Come on, baby," she purred, fisting his hair, "mark your property."
Changbin groaned and with a wet pop, his lips pulled off Soyeon's chest, making her giggle in between the haze of need. He glanced up at her with big, sparkling eyes, teeth grazing along the curve of her breasts.
Soyeon tightened her grip on Changbin's hair and drew him closer. He looked so perfect with his face in her cleavage, worshiping her and her body.
Soyeon smiled, hand loosening on the black curls, but not pulling away.
"Don't be shy, binnie~"
"NoonaâŚ"
"No one's gonna see my chest."
Changbin pursed his lips into a pout and pushed them against soft skin, as if kissing, but Soyeon would have never called that a kiss.
"I wannaâŚ" He scrunched up his nose and leaned back a little. "I wanna mark your thighs."
"Oh?" Soyeon blinked.
That was new.
"Okay," she said, lips curling into a smirk, "but you have to eat me out while you're already down there."
"Yes! Yes, please!"
"So polite, baby. Then let me down and kneel."
Changbin scrambled to follow her words, almost dropping her in the process. He apologized and let her down more carefully, ears red, and hands shaking.
As Soyeon leaned back against the mirror, Changbin got down on the floor. He reached out for her pants, but she slapped his hands away.
Changbin watched closely as she played with her sweatpants, teeth digging into her bottom lip, biting away a smirk. First she pulled, then let the waistband snap back into place, repeating the action all while staring at Changbin's dick. Even through the black jeans, the outline of his erection was impossible to miss. How did he hide that thing on a daily basis?
Soyeon giggled at that thought. Changbin glanced up at her, like a confused puppy, and Soyeon almost felt guilty for making him wait. Maybe a little guilty. Which is why she kicked off her shoes and finally pushed down her pants. Past her knees, it slipped down all on its own, and all Soyeon had to do was step out and shove the pile of cotton aside.
Changbin visibly swallowed. His hands twitched where they curled and uncurled on top of his thighs. He was always so patient.
Soyeon lifted one leg, and Changbin shuffled closer, until Soyeon could lean her leg over his shoulder. And then he drew even closer. And closer. Both his hands grabbed the back of Soyeon's thighs and his muscles flexed with restraint. He was so close his breath ghosted over Soyeon's clothed pussy.
"Noona," he mumbled, looking up through lashes.
Soyeon smiled. "If you want to fuck me, you should use your hand too."
Changbin quickly nodded. He still didn't move any further. So Soyeon pushed at his back with the heel of her foot, rolling her hips at the same time. Her clit brushed Changbin's nose in the process and she shuddered, clenching around nothing, but hopefully around his dick soon.
Changbin slipped his hand up the leg hooked over his shoulder, calloused skin leaving a prickling trail until his fingertips found the edge of soaked panties. Soyeon rolled her hips again as encouragement, and slowly, but surely, Changbin tugged the wet cloth aside.
Cold air brushed her sensitive skin, quickly replaced by warm breath as Changbin leaned in. Anticipation buzzed under Soyeon's skin as if she was about to step on stage. But the only fan worshiping her today was Changbin and he broke the tension with a kiss to her clit.
Soyeon was about to laugh, but choked on the noise bubbling in the back of her throat as his tongue licked a long stripe between her lips. The cough dissolved into a moan with another lick. Over and over again, Changbin dragged his tongue over her pussy, groaning and sighing like eating a five course meal.
"Binnie, Changbinnie, oh fuck," Soyeon mewled, slipping her hand back into his hair.
Changbin dove deeper in reaction. The tongue was assisted by lips and teeth, sucking and biting at every bit of sensitive skin he could reach. It was sloppy, but god, if he wasn't eager. He always was.
Soyeon tugged at Changbin's hair in between overwhelming shivers.
"Use your fingers, Binnie!"
Changbin huffed, right against her clit. Soyeon twitched and clenched, painfully aware how much her juices dripped. As if Changbin knew that as well, he licked again, from back to front. There he curled his lips around the sensitive nub and was right back to the sweet torture he had already put on her nipple. At the same time, he pushed two fingers past her hole, digging deep all in one go.
"Fuck, so good," Soyeon mewled, nails scratching at the mirror.
That reminded herâŚ
"You- oh- still haven't told me who you had mirror sex with."
Changbin hummed, clearly trying to buy time to keep building the heat already twisting deep in her guts. But when Soyeon tugged at his hair again, he pulled off.
"What if I don't wanna tell you?"
"And disrespect- oh fuck- your noona?"
"Maybe."
Changbin thrusted his fingers deeper, faster, and Soyeon's thighs twitched violently around his head. A smirk twisted Changbin's face. He teased her hole with a third finger, earning him another moan, much to Soyeon's dismay.
"I guess I can tell you," Changbin drawled, tilting his head towards one of her thighs, "it was Mingyu."
"Shit... Seventeen's Mingyu?"
Changbin nodded, lips brushing bare skin, open and showing hint of teeth. Soyeon swallowed another noise, clenching around Changbin's fingers.
"He's hot. Probably got a big dick- Oh fuck!"
A particularly harsh thrust in her pussy stretched her out further with a third finger. She arched her back, shivering, pleasure tugging at every nerve.
Changbin pursed his lips against her skin, slowing down his hand.
"He does."
Soyeon closed her eyes to imagine. Changbin and Mingyu. The way Mingyu must have dwarfed Changbin while fucking him against that mirror, with Changbin probably on his tip toes. Fuck, Soyeon would have had to stand on a chair for Mingyu to fuck her standing.
"I would love to ride that dick someday," Soyeon mewled, rolling her hips to encourage Changbin's thrusts, "I'm sure he's even more submissive than you- Fuck!"
She glared down at Changbin, and he glared back, teeth digging deeper into Soyeon's thighs. Like a feral little cat, he had no intention of letting go, even when Soyeon pulled at his hair.
"Does Changbinnie want to show Noona how dominant he can be? How much of a big boy he is?"
Changbin growled and bit harder, chasing another wave of pain down Soyeon's leg. She would have been mad if not for the heat it left along the path, spreading and fueling the heat buzzing all over her body.
She gasped with relief and disappointment as Changbin let go, but was pushed back into the deep end by his fingers picking up speed, fucking her deeper, harder. Her muscles tightened with the assault and if not for Changbin, Soyeon's legs would have already given out.
Changbin huffed against her slit again, and she twitched.
"Noona," he said, pouting, "since when are you into tall guys?"
"Always- oh- always have been."
"You want him that badly?"
Soyeon scoffed, chest heaving. "Jealous, baby? As if you aren't into tall guys."
"I'm also into short women though."
And as if to emphasize his point, Changbin enveloped Soyeon's clit with his lips again. He sucked, and swirled his tongue around the nub, again and again, leaving Soyeon trembling and writhing.
"Fuck! Wait!"
Changbin pulled away with one last lick, and looked up at her with innocent eyes and a smirk. Soyeon huffed. Lifting her leg off his shoulder, she readjusted her stance, closing her legs off to Changbin. He pursed his lips, and leaned back.
"Wasn't I good, noona?"
Soyeon barked out a breathless laugh, struggling to keep herself on shaky legs.
"You were really good, butâŚ" She dropped to her knees and crawled into Changbin's lap, teeth digging into her bottom lip. "I want to cum on your dick."
As if that clicked a switch in Changbin's mind, he grabbed her waist and like she weighed nothing, he flipped her around before anything else could be said. She barely had time to find a steady posture on all fours when Changbin yanked at her hips. Gasping, her chest met the cold floor, chasing shivers down her spine.
Changbin's fingers dug deep into skin, keeping her ass in the air. He shuffled closer, pushing his knees and then his thighs between Soyeon's legs, spreading them for his viewing pleasure.
She only had the strength to steady herself on her forearms, nerves taut and muscles trembling. Her pussy clenched around nothing and she was so fucking wet, it felt like the juices were dripping down her thighs. But all she could really do was stare ahead atâŚherself.
Oh fuck. The mirror. She had almost forgotten about that.
A dark blush crept from her face down her throat all the way to her cleavage. Purple and blue bloomed around teeth imprints and phantom traces of fingers. It was beautiful. She was beautiful. And that's what her partners all got to see for free?
Soyeon's eyes caught Changbin's in the mirror. Dark and narrow, they trailed from Soyeon's reflection down her arched back to her ass. His grip tightened on her hips for a moment. One hand pulled away and Soyeon watched as Changbin unzipped his pants. Though, she felt more than saw as his hard and heavy cock smacked her bare skin.
Changbin groaned and tugged his pants and underwear lower, but only enough that the zipper wouldn't rub Soyeon's skin raw. He was openly trembling as he grabbed her hips again, eyes never leaving the goal.
"Ready?" Changbin asked, licking his lips.
"Ready~"
Soyeon wiggled her ass for good measure and Changbin's hold tightened into an iron grip, leaving no room to do anything but take what he was about to give. And oh, he was going to give a lot.
The tip of his cock kissed her wet lips, hot and thick. So fucking thick. Soyeon took deep breaths as the dick pushed forward, slow and steady, probably testing Changbin's own patience if his furrowed brows and pressed lips meant anything. Soyeon's pussy easily molded under the pressure though, giving away to her hole. The tip popped in and both of them moaned.
Soyeon dropped her head, releasing a shaky breath. Heat crawled under her skin, over her skin, in her veins, tugging and setting flames to her most sensitive nerves. Her body shuddered as Changbin's cock slipped deeper. Like a hot knife in butter, it dug its space between her tight walls, all the way until Changbin's hips met her ass.
"So fucking hot," he groaned.
"I missed you," Soyeon mewled, actively clenching her pussy this time.
Changbin gasped and twitched as if he wanted to pull out. He didn't. He rolled his hips instead, fucking only a few centimeters of cock in and out. Soyeon moaned high and open, watching her own face in the mirror.
Changbin huffed, slowly pulling back, but not out.
"You're so pretty, noona."
"I know- Ah!"
Soyeon's whole body shook with Changbin's powerful thrust. He repeated the motion, once, twice, always pulling out until only the tip stretched Soyeon's pussy. Each thrust jolted her forward until her arms trembled.
"Oh fuckâŚBinnieâŚOh-" Soyeon mewled and tried to move her body with Changbin, his hands like shackles. "Please! Please, oh fuck, justâŚ"
"Just what?"
"Fuck me faster, Changbinnie!"
And Changbin listened, because he always did, because he loved making his partners feel good above anything else.
The thrusts cut shorter, quicker, deeper. Changbin only pulled out a few centimeters before fucking back inside. He never lost his strength, always punching all air from Soyeon's lungs.
Over and over again, Changbin buried himself deep. The room filled with wet squelches and their desperate noises, echoing and mixing like a pornographic orchestra. Buzzing heat strangled Soyeon inside and outside. Her nerves stretched taut like a bow string, and all she was waiting for was for the arrow to fly.
When her eyelids didn't flutter from overwhelming pleasure, Soyeon's gaze bounced between herself and Changbin. While her mouth hung open, panting against the mirror and leaving the glass damp, Changbin had his lips pressed thin. Sweat trickled down his red skin, glistening on his face and chest. Plush muscles strained everywhere with the effort, and veins peeked around his biceps and neck.
Soyeon was nothing less than impressed at his strength, the way his thrusts never faltered. She wanted to see more, test him, so she shifted her arms to keep her weight on only one, and stretched out her other hand towards Changbin. Their eyes met in the mirror and his eyebrows furrowed in confusion.
"Binnie, baby, hold me," Soyeon moaned.
Immediately, Changbin grabbed her biceps, and yanked her up against his chest. His other hand came around her waist and looped his arm over her stomach, right over the bottom of her ribcage. The hand on her biceps then slipped away to take hold of her breast, squeezing and kneading until new colors bloomed on her skin.
Not once did Changbin's thrusts falter.
"That's good, Changbinnie~"
Soyeon slipped a hand into Changbin's hair, tugging his face into her neck. She put her other arm over the one tied around her torso and Changbin's grip tightened, biceps bulging.
Again and again, Soyeon's insides molded around Changbin's cock. He was so thick, and her stomach so flat, that there was an actual outline under her belly button each time Changbin fucked into her. She watched breathlessly, feeling dizzy, and too hot. Sweat dripped down her own body and every inch seemed to be dusted with blush.
Everything inside her screamed at the building pressure. Every thrust punched another moan from deep within her chest, fueling the heat, and leaving her trembling and gasping. It built and built and built until one particularly hard push released the arrow.
Soyeon choked on a scream. Her grip tightened on Changbin's hair, enough to make her last bit of rationality worry his hair was going to rip out. But that part drowned out easily in the pure, unfiltered ecstasy shaking her all the way down to her bones.
Changbin fucked her through the orgasm. And then he fucked her a little more, pushing her into overstimulation. Pleasure creeped into something less comfortable, edging at pain, but before that line could be crossed, Changbin's hips stuttered. A deep groan rumbled in his chest and he silenced himself by biting Soyeon's shoulder. The sharp sting distracted her long enough to endure his sloppy last thrusts.
Changbin stilled with a muffled moan. A split second later, a new kind of heat spread in Soyeon's abdomen. She sighed shakily and put a hand over the cock bulge, pretending as if she could actually properly feel Changbin's cum filling her up.
They both collapsed gasping, chests heaving. Soyeon twitched once more, eyes falling close. She leaned back, letting Changbin's broad body hold her, and in return, she held him. They sat like that for a good minute or so before Changbin found the strength again to move.
He helped Soyeon off his cock and onto the floor where she stretched out like a starfish. A pleasant cold soaked into her skin, cooling her down enough that she didn't mind when the floor warmed up underneath her.
Changbin laid down next to her a few moments later.
"Are you okay?" he asked.
Soyeon nodded, and rolled onto her side, shuffling closer until she could kiss Changbin's shoulder. When their eyes met, they both laughed, the last bit of tension melting away.
"We need to stop fucking in public spaces," Soyeon said, looking back at the ceiling.
"Not my fault you can't stop being horny- Ow!"
Soyeon pursed her lips and smacked Changbin's shoulder again. He dramatically cried and shoved her back, much gentler than anything she did.
"Please," Soyeon scoffed, "you're not slick, Binnie. You wanted me naked the moment you saw me."
"In my defense, I missed you."
Soyeon laughed, heart fluttering. "I missed you too."
They locked eyes again, smiling, and Soyeon couldn't help but kiss Changbin's shoulder again. He pulled her into a hug in response, getting another giggle out of here.
"But you know, noona," Changbin said, as they settled again, "if you really want to fuck MingyuâŚ"
"Absolutely I want to fuck him.â
"Last time I saw him, he talked about wanting a threesome~"
Soyeon gasped, and before she could really think, she kissed Changbin.
Out of curiosity, how did you decide on how to price commissions? Like thatâs âŹ50 for a 5k fic - how did you get to that mark?
Well, mostly because writing takes time. Even on a good day, writing 1k can take an hour. I also do editing and I offer to change parts of the fic if the person who commissioned it isn't fully satisfied. Or even rewrite the whole fic. I am open to negotiate prices tho, especially the higher ones.
Pairing: Bang Chan/Female Reader
Tags: Fluff, Angst, Unrequited Love (but itâs not actually unrequited), Love Confessions, Implied Sexual Content
Word Count: 4k
Summary:
Youâre in love with your friend Bang Chan, but youâre afraid to confess.
A/N:
This is a commission for @thefangirloncrackÂ
Also the second time I wrote a reader fic (Technically the third, but we donât talk about the first), but it was fun to write! I should write more reader fics. Itâs different and trying out different things is always good.
Anyway. Please enjoy!
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Bang Chan smiles at you over the table. Bang Chan, your friend, and the bane of your existence, who agreed to sit down and study with you despite being busy with his own school projects.Â
You know he has an essay due this friday, and yet, here he is, in the library, with his gentle eyes and warm aura. His body heat radiates where your ankle is squished between his legs. You have given up freeing yourself from his grasp ten minutes ago. His puppy eyes are hard to resist. It also doesn't help that his friend Changbin drags him to the gym every week.
Chan taps his pen on the back of your hand the moment you look away. You would never complain if he saves you from a headache that comes with trying to comprehend another academic text.
"Do you need something, oppa?" you ask.
"Y/n," he drawls, "are you free this weekend?"
"Depends."
"On?"
"What are you planning?"
Chan's smile molds into a grin. "A party! Well, it's not my party, but I'm invited."
"And you don't want to go alone?"
"You like parties!"
He isn't exactly wrong, but not right either. You don't hate parties. You can stomach them every now and then, but only because most of them involve Chan. He has made a habit of inviting you when you never said no before. You can't start now.
"I guess I have time," you say carefully.
"Great!"Â
Chan practically bounces in his chair as he gives you the details, and doesn't stop beaming until you both decide to leave the library. He gives you a hug before you part, like he always does. You might never learn how to not melt into his warmth. Your heart also never stops aching when he pulls away, and you swear that one day you'll break and keep him close for just a little longer.
When you first noticed it, you had just decided to try dating again. Chan was so encouraging. He had been ever since you met, that fateful day where you were crying in the back of the library over some stupid guy from history class. And he kept being there for you when no date went well.
But that's the problem, isn't it? Chan is sweet. So annoyingly sweet. No man had a chance when you started comparing them all to Chan. It's all too easy with him. Including falling in love.
That's how you find yourself rummaging through your closet on Saturday evening in a fruitless search for a good outfit. Whatever a good outfit means. Does it even matter what you wear? It's not like Chan will care. Every other girl at that party is going to be much prettier-
Fingers snap right at your ear. You shriek and jerk away, tripping over a pile of shirts. Minho just watches you fall with something akin to guilt. Or maybe boredom. You can never tell with him.
"Okay, that answers my question," Minho says.
"Question? What question?"
Minho sighs. "If you're listening."
"Oh. Sorry. I was-"
"Thinking about Channie-hyung?"
You shut your mouth immediately. Heat rises into your cheeks, and you bow your head, but Minho's attention is relentless.
"You know, y/n, maybe you should just tell him."
Eyes growing wide, you perk back up. "Absolutely not!"
"Words are a powerful tool. Bla bla. Whatever. He's not a mindreader."
"I don't *want* him to know!"
Minho rolls his eyes and takes his seat back on the bed. With his suffocating presence gone, you push yourself back to your feet, and continue your search. But building that pile of clothes won't help you.
You stare down at the shirts and pants, a colorful mess so unlike Chan. He once said that he appreciates your style. It's a nice contrast to his neverending closet of a black void. He seems to appreciate a lot about you, always giggling and blushing when confessing these things.Â
You haven't returned those words yet. They always linger in the back of your throat, but the many things you appreciate about him marinate in something much deeper than they do for Chan. If you dare to spill your thoughts, there is no saying what else might bubble up with it.
You glance at Minho.
"What if he doesn't like me back?"
Minho smiles as if youâre a puppy left in the rain. "Then you can move on at least."
"But what if-"
"Y/n, you think too much. Give your pretty head some rest and just do things."
Just tell Chan? It sounds so much easier than it is. You can't help but imagine all the ways this could go, and none of them end with you in Chan's arms. You want to be in his arms. You want to-
Minho scoffs, pulling you out of your wandering mind.
"If you don't tell me now, it might be too late."
You frown. "And if I do tell him, he won't be my friend anymore."
"Chan? Not your friend? Please." Minho waves his hand. "He'll get over it. You both will. And then you can go and find someone else."
A sigh falls heavy from your lips. Minho is right. You have been looking for the right outfit for an hour now, and for what? Chan won't have a moment of utter awe like a guy in a teen movie when the girl comes down the stairs in her prom dress. If he doesn't feel the same as you already, there is no hope it will change.
Admitting defeat took bravery, and you like to think you're very brave.
"I'll tell him tonight."
Minho gives you a thumbs up. "You got this!"
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You absolutely do not got this. The moment you arrive at the party and Chan hugs you, it's over. All that confidence from before dissolves like cotton candy in water. He's so warm and his voice vibrates through your whole body and his smile has you weak in the knees.
"Hey, y/n! I'm so glad you're here," he says, guiding you into the house that was already overflowing with drunk college students.
You let him push you, because your body refuses to do anything else. Chan is wearing a tight black shirt and leather pants, and you can't help but take in his muscles. With his collection of hoodies, you rarely get the chance. But it also reminds you of how unbelievably attractive Chan is. He's kind and hot, and there is no way you can compete.
As you slip through the crowd towards the kitchen, you hold onto Chan's hand like a lifeline. There is a constant buzz under your skin like a colony of ants and your head overflows as you try to remember your plan. You can't pick through your thoughts with the constant booming music and the heavy mix of sweat and alcohol in the air.Â
Itâs too much. You canât focus. You canât-
It all melts away when Chan turns back to you, beaming brighter than the sun. Heâs so close, you can smell him. Sharp and woodsy, like wandering through the forest after it rained. It grows stronger as he leans in even closer, hot breath stroking your ear, and chasing a shiver down your spine. You hold your breath.
"Do you want alcohol or water?" Chan asks.
You exhale softly, ignoring the disappointment nagging at your chest.
"Alcohol," you say, tilting your head so your lips brush his cheek.
Chan tenses. You feel it where you're still holding his hand. His expression is impossible to decipher as he pulls back, but you're sure there is something akin to the excitement filling your nerves.
He smiles.
"I'll mix you something!"
You nod, and follow him to the kitchen counter. Dozens of different bottles cover the top along with packs of plastic cups. Chan takes one of the cups. You look away when he reaches for the vodka bottle. It's more fun if he surprises you.
You watch his face from the corner of your eye. His brows are knitted together, and the tip of tongue peeks out between his teeth. He's so concentrated, you don't dare to say anything, but the music alone is distracting enough to keep your thoughts at bay.
His bright smile is back when he hands you your drink. You accept the cup, but hesitate at the green liquid that's actually in there. Chan watches with many expectations and you take a careful sip. Apple and vodka immediately overwhelm your senses. You shudder, but swallow anyway, and Chan laughs.
"Too much?" he asks.
"No," you purse your lips like you've just bitten into a lemon, "it's good, just a bit strong."
"I can make you another!"
You laugh and quickly pull his hand away from your cup. Just to prove your point, you drink more, and hope that the kick of alcohol will help you later.
"See? It's fine. Thank you, oppa."
Chan laughs too. "You should thank my friend Jaehyun. He taught me how to mix."
"I'll keep that in mind if I ever meet him."
"You might today. He's around here somewhere."
"Later." You hand Chan an empty cup. "It's your turn."
"I have to drink too?"Â
You pat his shoulder, giggling. "You should try your own concoctions."
"Fine, but only because you complimented me!"
You keep giggling as Chan gets busy mixing again, but your insides are twisting like you're on a rollercoaster.
Everything that is Bang Chan holds you hostage. You can't look away from him even when you try. Like a moth to flame, you lean into the heat oozing from his body. The urge to trace his muscles tingles at your fingertips. You grip your cup tighter, and it crumbles a little, spilling some of the liquid.Â
Minho is more than right. You need to know, before you lose your mind. If Chan doesn't like you back, you at least know, and maybe get over your feelings. Otherwise, if you don't say a word, there is always that small chance that maybe Chan feels the same. And you know that as long as that chance persists, your feelings and yearning will persist as well.
"Oppa."
Chan meets your eyes. You take a deep breath.
"Oppa, can we go somewhere more quiet? I need to tell you some-"
"Chan!"Â
You freeze at the melodic voice carrying through the kitchen. At the same moment, you also watch Chan's expression change. He smiles. He smiles like he so rarely does, only when he's incredibly happy and excited. And he smiles like that for the girl joining you at the kitchen counter.
And then she kisses Chan.
The plastic cup cracks and deforms between your tightening grip. More liquid spills over, sticking to your fingers, but you don't care. No one points it out. Chan is too busy hugging that girl that you've never seen before. Or maybe you have. She's beautiful. You would have remembered her, wouldn't you?
She looks at you with cupid bow lips curled into a sweet smile.
"Are you y/n?" the girl asks.
You nod.
"Oh!" The girl claps her hands together. "Channie told me so much about you! It's so nice to finally meet you. I'm Sana!"
You stare at her, blinking. She holds out a hand, but as you fail to take it, Sana slowly pulls back, expression faltering. Both of you look at Chan. Realization seems to finally dawn on him.
"Oh shit! I'm sorry!" He bows his head, laughing nervously. "I wanted to introduce you to Sana today, but this is not how I planned it."
Sana gasps. "You didn't tell her about me?"
"Well, no? I wanted to!"
"What⌠WhoâŚ" You inhale sharply. "And who are you, Sana?"
"Chan's girlfriend!"
Girlfriend. Girlfriend. Girlfriend-
The word bounces in your head until it throbs at your temples. Your next breath stutters, your throat tight. Whatever you could have said gets stuck and even as you swallow, you feel like choking.Â
What even was there to say?
You straighten your back and slowly put down the cup on the nearest surface. Concern twists Chan's face, but you can't look at him for more than a few seconds. Your eyes burn at the edges. You take another deep breath, swallowing, chest tight and heart heavy.
"I need. I need some fresh air."
That's all you can get out, and even then your voice breaks at the end. Whatever protest Chan tries to give, it doesn't reach you through the white noise building in your ears.Â
You squeeze yourself through the crowd. You try to remember where the front door is, but your vision blurs and your head hurts. Somehow, you do actually manage to get out of the house, and a sob breaks out from deep within your chest.Â
You blindly walk away from the music, the voices, and Bang Chan. Alcohol buzzes hot in your guts and you feel sick, but you can't stop. Your feet carry you all the way to your dorm and even then your body refuses to just throw up. All you can do is fall into your bed and succumb to the tears.
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Minho was wrong, actually. Knowing for sure about Chan's feelings doesn't help at all. It's actually worse. As they say, ignorance is bliss. It gives you all the room to be delusional, to cling to a hope that maybe there could be more.Â
There can't be more.
You're not even sure that there can be anything anymore.
You can't call Minho that night. He's just as much as Chan's friend as he's yours. You burdened him enough with the knowledge of your feelings. Crying to him was only going to make things worse.Â
So you don't. You don't tell anyone. You ignore their messages and calls. Chan even comes knocking on your door. You bury yourself under your blanket until he leaves. On Monday, you avoid Chan like the plague. Minho is harder to dodge. He outright hunts you down during lunch break.
It's nice. Telling someone. It doesn't take away from the weight on your heart, but it soothes your mind. A little. Just enough that you don't feel completely insane for crying about this. Minho holds you and it's the first time in so long that it's not Chan who comforts you through a heartbreak.
It's also Minho who invites you to another party two weeks later. 'Inviting' is a strong word. He knocks on your door two hours before the party starts and tells you to pick out an outfit. You don't ask why. You're too tired to argue. Maybe going out helps. Maybe you can drown yourself in alcohol until your heart stops aching.
This party is again at a stranger's house. You find some familiar faces from college, but you don't know half their names. Minho drags you to get some drinks and then leaves you for 'important business'. Not that you particularly care when youâre here to drink anyway.
You sit on the kitchen counter and watch everyone else enjoy themselves, because what else are you going to do? Try to dance and mingle with the crowd? You donât know them. You donât want to know them.
You're halfway into your second beer when a guy takes the open space next to you. His knee bumps yours and you meet his eyes. You vaguely remember him.Â
Hyunjin? He's definitely one of Minho's friends, but you never really talked. He's pretty though. You want to run your fingers through his blonde hair, but that might be the alcohol speaking. It has loosened both your heart and mind, not enough that you can't make decisions, but enough that you can actually smile back at Hyunjin.
"Hey," you say.
"Hey," Hyunjin says sheepishly, clinging your beer bottles together, "you look a little lonely."
"So you thought you would give me some company?"
"Maybe."
You snort, amused, but not really that endeared. Not that you don't appreciate it, but you're not really in the mood to talk. But you don't really have to talk.
"I would feel less lonely with a kiss," you drawl, not sure if this was the right way to go.
But Hyunjin leans in closer and his hot breath ghosts over your lips and you just want to forget. So you slip a hand into his hair, tugging at the soft strands. Your mouths and tongues meet in a touch devoid of emotion.Â
This is to scratch an itch. Nothing more. Yet, guilt eats at the back of your head. You kiss Hyunjin harder, but that small voice won't shut up, and Hyunjin tastes like beer and cookies and you wonder if Chan would taste better.
You pull away, breathless. Hyunjin stares at you with expectations that you can't fulfill. You slip off the counter, about to say something that could get you out of this, when you suddenly catch sight of Chan.
"Y/n."
"Chan."
"YouâŚ" He glances at Hyunjin, lips pursed, and then meets your eyes again, "Can we talk?"
You don't want to. That's a lie. You really want to talk, but you're scared. Your body is on fire and yet icy cold as you wrap your arms around yourself.
Chan steps closer and reaches out. Hesitantly, you mimic him, and he takes your wrist.
"Sorry, Hyunjin-ah," Chan says, but you know he doesn't mean it.
Then he moves. Still held by his strong hand, you follow. He squeezes through the crowd and you barely keep up. When you stumble, he catches you, smiling faintly.Â
"Where are we going?" You ask.
"Somewhere more quiet."
âChan-"
"Y/n, please."
You slowly nod, and Chan resumes walking. He only slows down as the crowd thins out and you reach the bottom of a staircase. For just a moment, Chan looks at you, eyes darting all over your face as if trying to find something. He seems to have found it and smiles again.
The upper floor is almost empty. Only a group of girls are standing in front of the bathroom. One of them is talking through the door, probably to a friend. They give you concerned looks as Chan pulls you past them towards another room. You wave at them, smiling, and one girl nods and gives you a thumbs up.
If this was worthy of a thumbs up remains to be seen.
Finally, Chan stops. He lets go of you and closes the door. You take a few deep breaths, your heart running a whole marathon, and it definitely doesn't help that Chan dragged you into a bedroom. A quiet place for sure, but you feel dizzy from the sudden wave of thoughts crashing over you.
"Sorry."
You look at Chan. "What?"
"I'm sorry," he repeats, scratching the back of his head.
"Why are you sorry?"
"I- Well- Maybe we should sit down."
You hesitate as Chan takes a seat on the bed, but he pats the space next to him and his puppy eyes still make you weak. So you sit with him. Your shoulders brush together, and you're immediately filled with his body heat. As your heart flutters, you close your eyes and indulge in that sensation that youâve missed so much over the last two weeks.
Yeah, there is no way you can get over Chan any time soon.
Chan clears his throat.
"I didn't plan to do it like this, but then Minho said you're here andâŚ"
"Of course. This is why Minho dragged me here."
Chan chuckles. "He really wants us to make up."
"You don't even know what you did wrong."
"I do, actually."
Probably Minho's doing too, but right now, you can't blame him. You would probably do the same.Â
You sigh. There is no way out now.
"You didn't actually do anything wrong, oppa."
"I kind of did."
"No," you insist, "I should have told you sooner."
"I should have realized sooner," Chan says.
"To be fair, I really tried to be subtle about it-"
"That's not what I mean," Chan puts a hand on your thigh and the touch burns through your pants, "I should have realized my own feelings sooner, y/n."
You whip your head around so quickly, you're surprised your neck doesn't break. It does hurt a little, but you can't spare a thought for it, your mind too busy trying to comprehend what Chan just said.Â
*His* feelings. His feelings?
You blink slowly, eyes wide, but your brain refuses to understand anything. If you're wrong, if you misunderstoodâŚ
Chan looks away. A red hue dusts his cheeks and the tips of his ears. You mindlessly reach out and pinch one of his ears, getting a giggle out of him. He also manages to meet your gaze again and his eyes spark with so much honesty, your heart stops for a moment.
"Y/n."Â
His voice is so low and he's so close.
"I really like you, y/n."
Is this real? You pinch yourself, but no, you don't wake up. Chan is still there, an expression of so much hope and guilt andâŚlove.
You swallow hard.
"What about Sana?"
"I broke up with her."
"Oh."
"Yeah."
"When?" you ask, very much ignoring the crack in your voice.
"A few days after the party. Well, she broke up with me." Chan laughs a little. "I don't know. I think she could tell what was up with you and she told me to really think about what you mean to me. It was kind of bizarre, but yeah, I did think. A lot. And then Minho came to me andâŚnow weâre here."
You can't help but laugh as well. Of course Sana could tell. And of course Chan didn't get it. You wonder if it would be weird if you thanked Sana for this and decide that yes, it would be weird. It's enough if you thank her in your head.
You sigh softly and cup Chan's face, thumbs tracing his warm cheekbones.
"I'm sorry for avoiding you. I was so upset, but like not at you. At myself. I thought⌠I thought it was all lost."
Chan nods. "It's okay, but you don't have to worry. Nothing is lost."
He tilts his head and presses a kiss to your palm. The spot tingles, his lips plush. You want to kiss him so badly.
"I like you too, Bang Chan," you whisper.
Chan giggles and envelops your hands with his'. He's so warm all over. His smile, his laugh, his touch.Â
You pull him closer and his eyes widen in surprise. This time, you giggle.
"Oppa, will you be more than my friend?"
Chan hums thoughtfully. "And what should I be?"
"Come on! Don't make me say it!"
"Nope, no idea what you want from me~"
You huff, pouting, and you refuse to play along with his game. So instead, you breach the last bit of space between you and finally kiss him.
It's gentle. That's all you can think of. It's gentle and almost hesitant, like you're both not quite sure how this works. Chan's lips are as soft as you imagined and he tastes like cherry chapstick that probably belongs to Minho. You tried it once, but it was too sweet. Not this time, though. Not on Chan.
Slowly, you pull away, and Chan leans his forehead against yours.
"I want to be more than your friend," he whispers.
"What does that make you then?" you tease and he laughs.
"Your boyfriend?"
"I would like that very much."
You kiss again, not sure who leans in first. It doesn't matter. Chan wraps an arm around your waist and pulls you so close that you feel like you're melting together. Every piece of clothing that is taken off heats you up more until you're dizzy again.
You don't care whose bed it is when Chan rolls on top of you, your lips slotting together like two puzzle pieces. His hands roam your body and it's hot, so hot. You're candle wax in Chan's arms, molding under his flame and sticking to his fingers.
It's where you belong. It's where you always belonged.
AO3 Link - Masterpost
Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut Chapter
Word Count: 6k
Status: Ongoing
Summary:
'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'
Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.
"What the fuck?"
"You have to read everything,â Doyoung said, giving his phone over.
 ohnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make any sense.
Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down.
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Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them? Â
A/N:Â
Important note: While it's not a very explicit part, I have given Changbin body insecurities. They come up a few times, starting in this chapter. Though it really is a small thing. The chapter is very light hearted, but it felt important to mention.
Please enjoy this chapter! Any feedback is very appreciated <3
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Case 143 was released. With it came a fresh batch of news articles. One among many mostly spoke about the potential for the new album, how Oddinary had so much success, and if Stray Kids was going to deliver. But they couldn't help themselves. They mentioned the rumors right at the end. Everyone was waiting for a statement.
Changbin wondered why people were so stuck on this rumor of all dating rumors.
"It's about two men," Felix had said, "not the first gay rumor, but I guess people have decided there is enough evidence to take this serious. Everyone wants to know if you two are the first openly gay kpop couple."
Could that even work? Changbin didn't want to think about it. He didn't want to waste any thought of any kind on this, if he didn't want to lose his mind.
And what better way to distract his mind than to lock himself in Chan's studio and drown himself in work. Of course Chan had given him a weird look when Changbin requested some privacy, but he had eventually given in. With the promise that Changbin wouldn't forget to eat and sleep. This time, Changbin swallowed any teasing he could have thrown back.
The promise didn't last long. As soon as Changbin sat in the studio chair, editing program open and a notepad in front of him, he lost himself in the sharp tunes of a potential new song. The notes rang in his ears as he guided the pen over the paper. He played the track over and over, words coming together with the music. Fast. Rhythmic. Every beat buzzed through Changbin. His mind molded a dark theme from the elements, spilling into lyrics full of deep rooted metaphors and symbolism.
A message popped up. Changbin froze, dizzy from the sudden stop of the ride. He thought he had muted all chats.
Two A.M. blinked in the corner of the computer screen. Changbin licked his lips, swallowing, frowning at the dryness he found. He got the water bottle from his bag that Chan had given him, still unopened. Changbin cracked the lid open, and downed half of the contents in one go. A shudder chased through him as he let go. He inhaled deeply, closing his eyes.
One. Two. Three.
Changbin exhaled, and rolled the chair back to the desk. He finally opened the message.
[Johnny hyung]
'Why is 3 am always the most creative time?'
Changbin scoffed softly.
[Bunny]
'It's 2 am, hyungâ
âBut youâre rightâ
âIâm still at the studioâ
Maybe it was the lack of sleep, or perhaps the weird mood he was in from working on the track, but Changbin snapped a quick selfie. Nothing fancy. Just him in his oversized hoodie, leaned back in his chair. A peace sign covered half of his bare face, and his hair was a mess of curls. Only the computer screen illuminated him, bright enough to make out details.
The answer didn't come immediately this time.
[Johnny hyung]
'Shit you're cute'
'Did you eat?'
[Bunny]
'Do I not get a selfie back?'
[Johnny hyung]
'Did you eat?'
Changbin huffed, but right at that moment, his stomach growled.
"Traitor," he whispered.
[Bunny]
'I'll see what I can get'
[Johnny hyung]
'Send me another selfie with you holding food and you'll get a selfie in return'
[Bunny]
'You drive a hard bargain'
[Johnny hyung]
'It comes with living with Donghyuck, you need to be just as stubborn as him'
All Changbin sent back was a laughing emoji. He couldn't exactly relate. Most of his members could be stubborn at times, but no matter how much they pretended to hate Changbin's puppy eyes and pout, they were all weak to it.
The benefits of living in a big city was that places were open at the most obscure hours of the day. Changbin put in an order, and then got up from his chair.
His bones creaked like unoiled metal scraping together, muscles protesting against the sudden movement. He was going to have to wait for food, but if he tried to work on his music again, he would forget about it. So, as he stretched, he decided to take a walk around the building. Maybe he could find something in a vending machine to bridge the time. They needed to stock up their studio supply anyway.
Silence yawned before Changbin as he stepped outside. He closed the studio door behind him, wrapping himself in darkness. Only faint light from the end of the hallway stopped Changbin from abandoning the plan. His footsteps echoed eerily, but he bravely trudged forward.
He pulled out his phone again for some distraction, definitely not to light up the path. A new message. He smiled. Maybe there was a bit of guilt nagging in the back of his mind that he wasn't reading anything from his members. He did hope Chan would go to bed if he thought Changbin was asleep as well.
He sighed, and opened the chat with Johnny.
[Johnny hyung]
'Are you getting food?'
[Bunny]
'I ordered something. Trying to get my hands on snacks now, but the building is creepy at this hour'
[Johnny hyung]
'Aww are you scared bunny? Want me to call you?'
[Bunny]
'Yes'
Changbin typed without hesitation, and immediately regretted it. How embarrassing. Like he was a child going home alone after school for the first time, needing his mother to be on the phone with him.
Johnny's name flashed across the screen a moment later. Changbin swallowed, and looked around, but he was still very much alone. So he picked up.
"Hey, Hyung," Changbin said.
"Morning, bunny, what snacks are you getting?" Johnny asked, voice so low, Changbin might have not heard him if the building wasnât so quiet.
Not to mention how the soft tone chased a shiver down Changbin's spine.
"Why are you whispering?"
"Jungwoo is sleeping next to me."
Changbin stopped.
"Like in your bed?"
"Yeah. He likes to cuddle."
"Don't you share your room with Haechan?"
"Right. He's here too, I guess, but I don't care if he wakes up."
"Do you and Jungwoo cuddle a lot?" Changbin asked.
He cringed at his own tone, way too accusatory, as if Johnny owed him an explanation. Ridiculous. Changbin sometimes crawled into Chan's bed to cuddle. This was a perfectly normal thing to do for friends.
Johnny snorted softly.
"Usually he goes to Mark, but Mark is⌠Actually, I don't know where he is and I probably donât want to know."
Changbin hummed in acknowledgement. He rolled his shoulders, and continued on his path.
Further down the hallway, he finally reached the bit of light. It was barely anything. Whatever street lamps and car lights reached through the wide window along the wall. He stole a peek at himself in the glass as he passed, a bit horrified at the frown decorating his face. From the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of a moving shadow. Changbin reeled with surprise, squeaking.
"You okay?" Johnny asked, concern swaying with the whisper.
"Maybe a little?" Johnny said hesitantly. "But I would be freaked out too."
"No way. You?"
"Says you, with your big muscles. You could just punch the ghost."
Their shared laughter eased Changbinâs nerves a little.
He took a deep breath, looked around again, and then continued to walk. There was still some tension tugging at his insides, but he didn't see any more shadows. Even as their conversation died down, it was comfortable. Johnny's soft breathing filled Changbin's ears, drowning out anything else, soothing his mind like a fuzzy blanket.
When Changbin reached the vending machine, a quiet murmur echoed through the phone. Johnny chuckled, deep and low. Fond.
"Don't worry about it," Johnny whispered.
"Worry about what?" Changbin asked.
"Oh, sorry. That was for Jungwoo. He asked who I'm talking to- No, just sleep, Woo-yah."
"Should we end the call?"
"No no, don't worry. I don't think Jungwoo is actually awake. I wanna make sure you're okay, bunny."
Heat crept into Changbin's cheeks, and he thanked whoever listened that no one was around.
"I- Actually-" Changbin cleared his throat. "I bet my delivery is almost here. I'll call you when I'm back in the studio."
"Are you sure?"
"Very sure. Bye."
Changbin barely caught the beginnings of Johnny's protests as he pulled his phone away from his ear. He ended the call, sighing heavily into the sudden silence. His reflection in the vending machine mocked him with a dark blush. He shook his head, and rolled his shoulders, glaring at the glass. It glared back.
Changbin looked down at his phone, at the chat with Johnny, and wondered how they had gotten so close so easily.
Maybe there was some truth about fate. Maybe it was about the right time, the right person. Either way, it felt right, despite the circumstances, despite that small voice nagging in the back of his mind. Johnny was nice. Changbin liked him. What else mattered?
Changbin got to the front desk just in time. He paid the delivery guy, thanked the security guard, and went back to the elevators. Going all the way for a second time turned out to be less scary. His eyes had gotten used to the dark hallways, and cheerful music played from somewhere nearby. The urge to call Johnny again still tingled in the tips of his fingers.
Changbin sighed in relief as he finally closed the studio door behind him. Back in a secure environment. Plus some delicious smelling food.
He dropped into his chair like falling into a loverâs hug. The chair rolled a few inches back, hitting the edge of the desk. Changbin pushed the keyboard aside to lay out all his food. A mouth-watering smell filled the room instantly, making Changbin's stomach growl. He really should have listened to Chan.
Changbin's phone lit up with another message from Johnny. That man had incredible intuition apparently, asking if Changbin was already back in the studio. He didn't have to know that Changbin almost forgot to call him again, despite how much he wanted to five minutes prior in the dark hallway.
Changbin snapped a picture of the food and sent it to Johnny. It was immediately marked as seen. An incoming call flashed across the screen. Changbin huffed softly, and accepted.
"It looks amazing," Johnny said.
"You're not whispering anymore, hyung."
"Oh yeah, I snuck out of bed. Now I'm taking shelter in the bathroom."
Changbin chuckled. "What about Jungwoo? Didn't he come to cuddle?"
"I gave him my whale plushie."
"A whale plushie?"
Johnny groaned in clear embarrassment.
"I don't cuddle with it any more, if that's what you're wondering. I just haven't gotten rid of it yet."
"It's okay if you cuddle with it, hyung. I have some plushies too."
"Really?"
The genuine shock, mixed with relief, that echoed with this one simple word, had Changbin laughing again. Maybe he should have expected Johnny to be a bit defensive about masculinity. He seemed like the type. It still baffled Changbin that someone like him would be ashamed of something so many adults did. Kinda cute, actually. If Changbin could help him overcome the shame, he might get a chance for a selfie of Johnny with the whale, and that image was even cuter.
"Yeah," Changbin said, "I'll send a picture of them some other time. If you want."
"Oh yes! Definitely!"
They easily fell into conversation about everything and anything. Though most of it consisted of Johnny repeating what he said, because Changbin got too focused on eating. If it bothered Johnny, he didn't show it. Rather, he laughed every time, more endeared than really amused. Or so Changbin hoped.
In this later hour, alone in the studio, with just Johnny and him talking, Changbin forgot what had gotten him here in the first place. A safe little bubble wrapped around him, drowning out any worry, any fear. He listened to Johnny ramble about Fanta, and how Yuta made Jaehyun buy so much pudding, they were set for a month. Changbin talked about a horror movie Minho made him watch. He couldn't remember most of it, his rambles disconnected pieces of a plot that probably had made sense at some point, but Johnny followed along with every word.
Changbin put all the empty packages back into the bag, storing it under the desk for later cleaning. Turning on the computer, it immediately opened up to the editing program. Changbin also got his notepad and pen again, but staring down at the lyrics already written, he wondered what demon had possessed them, and why that demon was so untalented.
"What are you working on?" Johnny asked.
"Nothing much, really. It's just another song that's going to end up in the 'maybe' folder. Which means, it will never be used."
"Sad. Can I hear it?"
"I'm not done with the lyrics yet."
"Ah, of course," Johnny said, a smile shining through. "I also worked on a song earlier. The lyrics at least."
"Oh right! You told me that you're getting more into song production. That's cool."
"Is it? I'm not sure about any of it."
There it was again, this uncertainty that laced more of Johnny's words than Changbin expected. Here and there, he had caught them in their text exchanges, but talking properly really let them shine through. Insecurities might have been too big of a word, but that didn't mean they were insignificant.
"MaybeâŚ" Changbin hesitated, "Maybe we could give each other some feedback."
"Sounds good!"
"Do you have your lyrics in reach?"
"Nope, not right now. They're in Mark's room. But you know-"
Johnny's voice cracked. He cleared his throat.
"-if we do this, it might be better if we meet face to face. Doing it over the phone feels insincere, you know?"
Was Johnny nervous? No, Changbin had to imagine. He was asking to meet up, what reason could he have to be nervous about it?
Oh. He was asking to meet up.
Alarm bells went off in Changbin's mind. Suddenly, everything was crashing down on him again. His stomach dropped, his mind a mess of 'what ifs'. He opened his mouth. The words got stuck in his throat.
This was such a bad idea-
"Okay," Changbin said.
"Okay?"
"Let's meet."
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They eventually decided on a restaurant Johnny recommended. One of the favorites among NCT members, fancy, with reservation, probably expensive too. He didn't tell Changbin the name, saying he wanted it to be a surprise, so Changbin couldn't even look anything up. Only when he was literally sitting in the company car did Johnny give an address. At that point, Changbin didn't want to ruin the surprise anymore. He had waited a week for this, he could wait a few more minutes.
Changbin pulled his cap deeper down his face as he got out of the car. The first cold strokes of autumn air in the last breaths of summer nuzzled whatever bare skin it could touch. He tugged his hands into the front pocket of his sweater, peeking between mask and hat.
Before him towered a big gate. Old fashioned, Japanese style. The doors opened to a rocky smooth part along a koi pond on one side, and a small zen garden on the other. He followed it all the way to the big building that matched the architecture from the front. A few lanterns decorated the front porch, with words he couldn't recognize. He made a mental note to freshen up on his Japanese studies.
The inside was pretty much what he expected. Soft yellow light flooded the room, illuminating wallpapers with more Japanese. Some of it made more sense to Changbin. Trust. Loyalty. Every surface sparkled squeaky clean. The only other soul was a young woman behind a counter, smiling at Changbin as he approached.
"Hello," he said, bowing his head.
"Welcome. Do you have a reservation?"
"Y-yes. Johnny Suh?"
The woman gasped knowingly.
"Of course! He's already waiting in room 3. Just down the hallway," she said, pointing to the left.
Changbin thanked her. Hesitantly, he followed the direction. He kind of expected the wood to creak under his every step. If he didn't trust Johnny, he might have felt like the first to die in a horror movie. Set up the ghost with a good first kill. Not the worst way to go, at least it would be interesting. A much better story for all the gossip news.
Changbin stopped at the right door, marked by a wooden sign. Through the thin material of the door, he could see the faint shadow of Johnny, standing and swaying to music. A smile tugged at Changbin's mouth. His heart eased into a much healthier rhythm.
Johnny was just a guy, hopefully a friend at this point. He had called Changbin at two in the morning, and listened to him eat while they talked about all kinds of embarrassing childhood stories. It didn't matter how famous either of them were, the wins and views, or that people were speculating about their dating preferences. None of it was important right here. They were just two friends hanging out.
Changbin took a deep breath, and slid open the door. He immediately met Johnny's eyes as the older man perked up. The music stopped, and Johnny scrambled to put his phone on the table, while trying to walk over to Changbin at the same time.
"Hey, dude! I'm glad you could make it," Johnny said, smiling.
He reached behind Changbin, ushering him deeper into the room to close the door. Changbin looked up at him, swallowing.
Fuck, Johnny was tall.
Of course, Changbin knew that. Even before they met at the music show. Though it really hammered it home when Johnny towered over him in that bathroom, gaze unyielding. Not even Yeonjun ever made him feel as small as Johnny did, deliberately or not.
Maybe it was the added bonus of attraction.
Not that Yeonjun was ugly, far from it. Obviously. But Changbin had never spared much thought for him beyond what a good friend he was. With Johnny, Changbin couldn't help but think about his incredible body, how these muscles might flex under a curious touch, or the deep voice from their late night phone call, possibly whispering filthy nothings.
It didn't matter how much Changbin scolded himself for his wandering thoughts. The mention of Johnny always led him astray all over again.
Johnny raised an eyebrow, tilting his head.
"You okay? Did the staff give you trouble?"
"What? No!" Changbin bowed his head to escape Johnny's piercing gaze. "No. The woman at the front desk was really nice."
"Good. All the staff here is nice, at least to us. I mean, the NCT members."
As Johnny talked, he slowly stepped away from Changbin, almost hesitant. He took with him the heat of his body, but the sharp citrus scent of his perfume lingered. Changbin breathed as little as possible while taking off his shoes and jacket. All the while, Johnny watched him from his floor seat at the table.
"I hope this restaurant is okay," Johnny said.
Changbin just finished placing his shoes next to Johnny's - simple sneakers next to sleek leather shoes wasn't a great look, but Changbin wasn't going to think about that.
He cleared his throat and joined Johnny at the table, kneeling opposite to him. The cushion underneath gave just enough support to avoid knee damage, but Changbin quickly switched over to crossing his legs instead. It was definitely not because he was nervous, and his whole body vibrated with his fight or flight instincts.
"I like Japanese," Changbin said finally.
"Good! We're regulars here, so the staff knows us, we know the staff. I trust them not to sell us out to the next journalist."
Changbin snorted in surprise. "So you are worried about anyone seeing us."
"You say that as if it's a bad thing."
"No, I'm glad you're trying to be careful too, hyung. It's just-" Changbin met Johnny's eyes, shuddering under the attention. "So far, you have been very nonchalant about the whole situation."
"Right. Honestly? I'm trying not to think about it. We know it's not true, the companies know it⌠Besides," Johnny leaned over the table, chin propped up on his open palm, "now we're friends, and I count that as a win."
Heat creeped into Changbin's cheeks, tightening his throat. He ducked his head down to look at the plate in front of him.
"Did you already order?" Changbin asked.
"Yeah. I didn't know what you like, so I got a bit of everything."
Eyes widening, Changbin lifted his head again. Johnny smiled.
"You like to eat, right?"
Changbin hesitated. Unconsciously, he dropped a hand on his stomach, pressing down. Even through the sweater, the softness became obvious. Johnny followed the motion with his eyes. His smile wavered for a moment, but was right back as their gazes met again.
"Eat as much as you want, bunny," Johnny continued, "I'll pay."
"No. Let's split the bill."
"Why? Am I not allowed to spoil you?"
Changbin huffed, looking away. From the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of Johnny's smirk. His lips moved as if he was saying something, but no sound reached Changbin.
"And what did I do to deserve being spoiled?"
Johnny hummed, jokingly thoughtful. "Where to startâŚ"
"Go wild." Changbin smiled.
Johnny chuckled, his whole body shaking with the deep rumble. As he calmed, his face darkened. Back was the smirk, knitted eyebrows raised in a mock.
"You're so eager for compliments, bunny."
A shiver chased down Changbin's spine. Just when he thought all his confidence was back, he deflated again under Johnny's attention. The power this man held over Changbin was dangerous. Maybe a little concerning.
"I⌠Maybe. I'm just curious." Good save. "I can pay for my own food."
Johnny scoffed dismissively. "I know, rich boy. Your family is well off, but that doesn't mean you can't get something free once in a while."
"You looked me up on the Internet."
A cheeky grin spread across Johnny's face. "I need to know stuff about my boyfriend, don't I?"
Changbin choked on his breath, startled into a coughing fit. While Johnny reached over to pat Changbin's back, he also laughed, maybe a little guiltily, but he didn't stop until Changbin took a sip of his water. He cleared his throat once, twice, taking deep breaths in between. A hint of concern softened Johnny's amused expression.
"Sorry, I couldn't resist," Johnny said.
"I take everything back. You're not concerned at all."
Despite the bitterness swaying with his words, Changbin couldn't find it in himself to be mad. He couldn't expect Johnny to deal with this the same way. On the contrary, Changbin admired him, glad that Johnny didn't have any issues. His much less miserable attitude definitely helped with some of Changbin's tension.
"But I like being called boyfriend," Changbin continued, his small smile the only hint of teasing.
"Yeah? You seem like the type who wants to be considered the nation's boyfriend," Johnny said.
"It means you're doing everything right."
"But doing right is so boring."
A spark of something Changbin couldn't, or didn't want to, grasp fleeted across Johnny's eyes. It left a shadow in his gaze that burned right into Changbin's skin, through his flesh, right down to his bone, as if trying to bare his deepest insides to the man before him. Changbin could barely breathe through the heat. How he held eye contact, he didn't know, but Johnny tilted his head with curiosity.
Thankfully, their food arrived before Changbin had to seriously consider a response. The whole topic got forgotten as their table was filled with different types of sushi. Their delicious smell crawled into Changbin's nose, and his stomach growled. He swallowed more saliva than he liked to admit as they waited for the waitress to finish. He had half the mind to say yes to some sake that Johnny requested.
The door slipped shut again, and Changbin grabbed his chopsticks. He instantly went for one of the salmon ones, taking the whole thing in one bite. An explosion of salt and something spicy filled his mouth. Changbin hummed, shaking his shoulders and fists in delight. It was only when he was halfway through the second bite that he stopped and looked at Johnny.
Amusement softened Johnny's face all over, but Changbin didn't miss the fondness woven into it. Though, he wished he missed it. It set flames to his face all over again, tugging at his heart with interest he didn't want.
"I'm sorry, hyung, I-" Changbin cleared his throat, carefully putting the sushi on his plate.
"What are you apologizing for?"
"I got a little too excited there."
Johnny huffed softly. "I was joking earlier, but you really do like food, huh?"
Changbin caught himself from touching his stomach again. He tightened his free hand into a fist, the other hand playing with the chopsticks.
"I just appreciate a good meal."
"It's okay if you like food. It's cute. Your little happy dance, just now," Johnny said, mimicking the 'happy dance'.
Changbin wished the ground would swallow him whole.
He honestly had no idea why he was so embarrassed about it. He never was. No matter how much Jisung or Seungmin teased him. But they were his friends, his younger brothers. Johnny? All Changbin could think about was his incredible body, barely hidden under the white shirt. It hung loose off his shoulders, but with the sleeves rolled up and the first few buttons opened, Changbin saw enough to be reminded.
"I do like food," Changbin said carefully.
"Then go wild, bunny."
Johnny gestured over the table, smiling so sweetly, a whole new rush of emotions flooded Changbin's body. He still hesitated, but eventually picked up the abandoned roll again. Johnny watched him intently with his chin resting in his palm, head tilted, smile never faltering.
As the initial excitement over the food died down, Changbin asked about Johnny's week. Johnny asked him about his week. They fell quickly into a casual exchange, laughing and complaining about practices, their members, whatever else they could think of. Changbin recounted how Minho argued with the dance teacher, which Johnny countered with Jaehyun flirting with their teacher.
"I mean, she's hot, for sure, but his flirting is like a car accident. Awful, but you can't look away," Johnny said.
"Do I wanna know what he said to her?"
"If I quote that, I might die from cringe. Just trust me, we all wanted to slap him. Taeyong actually did when she was gone."
Something about Johnny was so easy to get lost in. While he had Changbin tense from head to toe with just a simple glance, his voice lured Changbin in, stripping him of any defense. It was a rollercoaster that had Changbin's heart leap with each curve, each twist. He let Johnny guide him, lost in his words, his eyes. Any worry slipped away under Johnny's attention.
They eventually settled on the topic of songwriting. The reason they were here in the first place. At this point, they had also acquired the sake, and with some alcohol in their blood, they both agreed to perform their raps live. Johnny had to start three times, because they kept giggling. Changbin only started two times. Afterwards, they let each other read the lyrics for some proper scrutinization.
"WowâŚ" Johnny whispered.
"Yours are amazing," Changbin said, glancing up.
"Mine? No dude, if mine are amazing, yours are likeâŚ" Johnny gestured vaguely towards the ceiling, "they're something words can't describe."
"Now you're exaggerating."
"Maybe, but itâs still great. You really are a genius."
They switched notes back. Changbin swallowed any pride he felt from Johnny's words. It would just get to his head if he thought about it too long. Though, maybe it was already getting to him, considering the smile he couldn't wipe off his own face, or the warmth buzzing under his skin. He couldn't even look at Johnny, eyes fixed on his plate.
"Is that going to be a proper song for a future album?" Johnny asked.
Changbin glanced up. "No. Probably not. The next next album after Maxident is already planned. I'll probably hate what I wrote here when we start planning for another album."
"Right. You guys are incredible though. 3Racha, right?"
Changbin nodded.
"I watched some of your performances," Johnny continued, "I mean, not just of 3Racha. Though my favorite might be your Colors performance on Kingdom."
"Really?"
"I'm lying. It's any performance where you get a lot of rap," Johnny said, smirking.
"That's- Thank youâŚ" Changbin bowed his head.
Johnny chuckled. "Cute."
"Cute?"
"Yeah, you're cute, bunny. Your aegyo is the only one I can tolerate. Even like, at times."
Changbin stared, blinking. Only slowly did he process the words, but as they settled, his body reacted all on its own, his brain like five steps behind.
"Da da da~" Changbin purred in the cutest voice he could muster, accompanying the words with a cheek heart.
Johnny stilled, eyes widening. As silence stretched between them, Changbin found it in him to wish for a quick death, but he didn't drop his hand or smile. Maybe if he didn't move, Johnny couldn't see him.
Suddenly, the shocked expression crumbled, and Johnny bursted into laughter. He threw back his head, his whole body shaking. He barely kept himself up with one steady hand on the floor. Instead of fueling his embarrassment, Changbin got a spurt of motivation.
The moment Johnny looked back at him, Changbin pulled out the first cute gesture he could think of. Again, Johnny laughed, but this time he kept his eyes fixed on the other man. Changbin really went all in with the aegyo for a few more rounds, puffing his cheeks, making sounds, pouting his lips. Johnny was barely breathing inbetween.
"Okay, okay, enough! I yield!" Johnny gasped eventually.
Changbin dropped his hands, grinning.
"Oh wow-" Johnny wiped a tear from the corner of his eye. "-you're good at this, bunny."
"Did you like it?"
"Mh yes. You're adorable~"
Changbin huffed. The words still tugged at his heart, and mind, but he could actually think through it this time.
"Now it's your turn, hyung," Changbin said.
"Me? Aegyo? Easy!"
"Prove it. Do the 1+1 song."
Johnny scoffed, waving dismissively. He straightened his back, closing his eyes, and took a deep breath. Like preparing for a battle. Might as well be true. It's a competition.
Changbin watched as Johnny started singing. He pitched his voice higher, hands moving effortlessly as if he had done this a thousand times. A twinge of cringe hit Changbin, but it was quickly overshadowed by sheer glee over Johnny's surprising cuteness. But even now, the edge of sexiness persisted. Changbin was hypnotized, a goofy smile plastered on his face the whole time.
Johnny finished with a glimmer of regret as he hid his face on his elbow. He sighed, probably wondering what led him to this. Changbin clapped for his bravery.
"That was incredible, hyung," Changbin cooed.
"Thank you. Iâll charge you the money later."
They both laughed. Changbin's heart fluttered like a leaf on a breeze. His cheeks hurt with how much he was smiling, the food an afterthought as they slipped back into talking about whatever came to their mind.
Mostly it was about their time as trainees, about the different people that came and went, the horrible dorms and how they snuck out for better food. Changbin talked about the survival show. He only briefly touched on the days in between Felix and Minho leaving and coming back. He very much avoided mentioning the elephant in the room. The one that had been plaguing Changbin's mind for over two years.
They had never really talked about it.
Curiosity sparked across Johnny's face every time Changbin stuttered as he tried to circle around the person he didn't want to name. Johnny didn't ask though, something Changbin was eternally grateful for. Avoiding the topic was not going to help. Especially now, with the articles, the rumors, but Changbin wasn't going to cry over sushi when he could eat it instead.
They shared the last two maki rolls in a love shot. Johnny's idea. The skin prickled hot where their arms touched, and Changbin avoided eye contact like his life depended on it. Which might as well be true, considering the way Johnny stared holes into him. Even without looking, he could feel it, burning all over his skin.
They both pulled back with a smile. Johnny seemed a lot more satisfied, while Changbin probably looked like he just ate a lemon and was pretending it's not sour.
"This was great," Changbin said, rubbing along his jaw.
"It was. Thank you for coming here, bunny.â
The absolute sincerity of the words chased a shiver down Changbin's spine. Combined with the sweet smile curling Johnny's lips, Changbin felt like he was intruding on some private moment, one he was actually part of, but didn't think he should.
He took a deep breath, and looked at his phone. They had been at it for two hours.
"I should go back. Chan-hyung needs some help in the studio."
Johnny hummed. "Right. Don't be a stranger though."
Changbin perked up. "Do you want to meet up again?"
"Obviously."
"Me too," Changbin said hesitantly, "but I don't think I have much time to go out eating like this on a weekly basis."
"You want to see me every week?" Johnny asked, voice innocent, but his smirk betrayed him.
"I mean⌠That's not-"
Johnny laughed. "I'm joking. You're adorable, bunny~"
Changbin huffed playfully cute, and reached out to gently box Johnny in the shoulder for good measure.
"You're so mean, hyung!"
"Aww! Cute, bunny! So cute~"
"Is that the only reason you want to talk to me? For my cuteness?" Changbin pursed his lips into a pout, crossing his arms.
"No, but it's an added bonus."
"I know~"
Another burst of laughter filled the room. Changbin relaxed even more, and he could actually breathe through the nervousness. The alcohol definitely helped as well. But looking at Johnny's simple, but incredibly sweet smile, Changbin wondered why. Who was he to deserve this?
And what did it mean?
Johnny stole a glance at his phone as well. He drew his eyebrows together, and went to type something.
"Sorry," Johnny put down his phone, "Seems like I have to go and help my leader as well."
"Everything alright?"
"Taeyong is having a dispute over schedules with our manager. Doyoung is the only other person there, and he is struggling."
"Oh. WellâŚ" Changbin drawled off, looking around, as if he could find an excuse to stay just a little longer, on the empty plates.
"I wouldnât mind seeing you weekly though," Johnny suddenly said.
Changbin's eyes widened, a choked sound of surprise spilling between his lips.
"Really?" Changbin asked in disbelief.
"Yeah. I had fun today."
"Me too, butâŚ" Changbin frowned. He looked up at Johnny through his eyelashes, his voice careful. "You go to the gym, right?"
"I do."
"How often?"
"Twice a week."
"Okay, maybe-"
Changbin shuffled in his seat, pulling his legs underneath him. Like that, he could better lean on the table. Johnny watched him closely.
"-Maybe we could go to the gym together, hyung. Every now and then when our schedules align."
"Oh!" Johnny pointed excitedly. "I love that! Yes!"
AO3 Link - Masterpost
Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut
Chapter Word Count: 4k
Status: Ongoing
Summary:
'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'
Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.
"What the fuck?"
"You have to read everything,â Doyoung said, giving his phone over.
Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make any sense.
Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down.
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Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them? Â
A/N: I forgot to say at the beginning of the first chapter, but I started writing this at the beginning of december and so I ignored some things that happened the last few months for the sake of the plot, mostly world tours and that one incident where some of the 127 members got hurt during a photoshoot. I just generally played a little fast and loose with the timeline, and also who in NCT knows who in Stray Kids. This fic is so self indulgent, my dudes.
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For years, Changbin had been worried about getting involved in a scandal. And then it happened and he decided it wasnât a big deal. Sure, he had a bit of a heart attack when Jisung bursted into the kitchen early in the morning. Changbin also wished he would wake up from whatever nightmare he found himself in when he had read the article. But denial was a powerful tool, and Changbin had become quite talented with it.
Everyone assured him. Even when the second article came out, Changbin told himself it was fine. As long as the company didn't deem it worthy of their attention, it wasn't a big deal.
Except, it very much was. As Changbin stared at the picture of some random couple that only vaguely looked like him and Johnny, he worried. The moment people started lying, it could only get worse. It opened the floodgates and before Changbin could find a place to hide, the water would rise and drag him away.
Changbin smiled with every question. Each bit of assurance. The way everyone pitied him. He smiled, because thatâs what he always did.
All the while, anxiety crawled under his skin like a colony of ants that Changbin couldn't shake off. Sleep turned out to be almost impossible. His mind kept wandering to all kinds of what-ifs. None of the songs he wrote during that time had any value. No rhythm or rhyme. Just mindless ramblings that were buried in the depths of Changbinâs closet with all his other failures.
Actually meeting Johnny in a random bathroom at a music show seemed surreal. For a moment, Changbin thought his sleep deprivation had finally caught up to him. Maybe he had finally succumbed to the hallucinations Wooyoung had warned him about. Even as he talked with Johnny, the reality of it all didn't quite settle in until later that day in bed.
The first message made it all too real.
[NCT Johnny]
'I'm sorry if I was a little too forward. I can delete your number again, if you want.'
Changbin took a deep breath, rubbing his eyes. He typed out an answer. He deleted the whole thing. Rinse and repeat. Nothing quite felt like the appropriate answer. It didn't seem right to tell his senior to never talk to him again. Especially because Changbin respected him so much, and just exchanging numbers didn't mean anything. A lot of idols he wouldn't consider friends had his number. So many of whom he had only texted once, then never again.
But the possibility was there. Changbin walked on a tightrope with no net underneath him. But he was already on it, he might as well go all the way.
[Dwaekki]
'It's okay. I'm not gonna complain about a chance to talk to you.'
That wasnât the correct response either, but there was only so long Changbin could write and delete until it became suspicious. If Johnny was even bothering to stare at the little bubble that indicated Changbinâs struggles.
The immediate answer hit like a punch in the throat.
[NCT Johnny]
'Yeah? Have you already fallen madly in love with me?'
Changbin choked on his own spit, falling into a whole coughing fit. It was bad enough that Chan asked through the wall if Changbin was okay. He wasn't. Not at all, but he gave the wall a thumbs up, yelling a quick "All good" back.
Taking a deep breath, he looked back down at his phone. Although, reading the message for a second time didn't help.
[Dwaekki]
'You're really chill about this whole thing'
[NCT Johnny]
'Yo, chiller than Elsa.'
'I don't think anything else is gonna happen'
'Just think about how this is bringing us together. Two talented and handsome rappers.'
Changbin chuckled, relaxing into his pillows. He relaxed! For the first time since that first article came out, Changbin's heart beat a little lighter. Unlike everyone else, who could easily preach about not worrying, Johnny was sitting in the boat with Changbin. Him saying they wouldn't drown eased the fear of the cold waters.
[Dwaekki]
'Thanks, hyung.'
A happy emoji was all he got in return, but it mattered more than Changbin liked to admit. He wasn't going to worry about the dizzying height or the deep abyss if it meant finding a new friend.
Everything was going to turn out fine anyway. Stray Kids had survived worse. Changbin had survived worse. Overreacting wasn't going to help him. Frankly, it was embarrassing when the other person involved didn't seem to be swayed at all by everything.
It was just a rumor at the end of the day. The world would forget about it the moment a different idol gets caught in a scandal.
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Another article released the day they had an interview for their upcoming comeback. Changbin caught it at breakfast. Just more baseless speculation, repeating what people said on twitter, mentioning the lack of statement. As if that was proof of anything.
Yet, even later on in the dressing room, preparing for the interview, Changbin was still hung up on it. Like trying to find the answer to the meaning of life, he read every comment and twitter post. Encouragement. Insults. A whole spectrum of opinions about Changbinâs personal life.
"Stop reading this," Jisung said as he snatched Changbin's phone.
"I should know what's being said about me."
"No, because it's all fake anyway." Jisung skimmed over the article with a deepening frown. "They still believe that dumb picture is real. I hope the company finally makes a statement, so this rumor can die."
"Can I have my phone back now?"
"Promise you won't look at this shit again?"
"Language, Hannie. We're in public."
Jisung stuck out his tongue like the child he was. Changbin retaliated with a mocking mimic of the gesture, earning himself a slap on his outstretched hand.
"Ya! You little brat!"
Changbin jumped to his feet. He reached for his phone, but Jisung ducked away.
"Language, hyung!"
At his second attempt, Changbin caught Jisung by the collar. He yanked him closer. Jisung twisted until they were chest to back. Changbin wrapped his arms tighter around the other's torso, grabbing at Jisung's wrists. All it did was make Jisung curl further into himself. Curses and laughter filled the space until they were both on their knees, breathless, sweaty. Jisung begged for a truce. Changbin used the moment of weakness, and stole his phone back. Gasping, Jisung fell forward on all fours, laughing and catching his breath.
Changbin huffed.
"You're a real pain in the ass sometimes."
"Aww, hyung, I love you too~"
Jisung only laughed more at the slap on the arm. Eventually, Changbin joined in. They only stopped when one of the stylists got them both back into their chairs to fix anything damaged by their little wrestling match.
Unperturbed by the hands fussing over his hair, Changbin put his attention back on his phone. The article was closed. Instead, Changbin was greeted by a message from Johnny. A smile creeped onto his face as he opened the chat. A quick 'Good luck' with a follow-up message complaining about his dance practice.
It only had been somewhat over a week, but with them using any free minute to text, they had already gotten pretty close. So Changbin bravely teased Johnny about him possibly dancing shirtless. He had seen the clips of Johnny doing it before.
There was no instant reply this time. Regret settled in record time.
Then a picture opened up in the chat. One that had Changbin slam his phone to his chest. He looked around. The stylist was already gone again, and Jisung was occupied with annoying Hyunjin.
Swallowing, Changbin dared another glimpse at the picture. A selfie, to be exact, of Johnny in the dance practice room in front of the mirror. Another member was sitting in the background, slumped over his phone. Changbin wondered who, but he knew he was only trying to distract himself from the real issue at hand.
Johnny's bare chest and stomach.
Warm toned skin stretched over a slim torso, and firm lines of muscles. Sweat glistened where the light hit Johnny's shoulders perfectly. Some of his tattoo peeked out along his biceps, trailing to his collarbone, enticing the viewer to look closer. He had one hand in his hair, caught in the motion of ruffling the black mess. Most of his face was hidden by the phone, but Changbin recognized the sharp jawline peeking underneath.
Changbin inhaled deeply. All kinds of very inappropriate thoughts twirled in his mind. None of them were any help for what he could have said in return. Just another reminder that Changbin couldn't take what he liked to give, no matter how much he thought he could. But teasing was a two way street, and Johnny hadn't exactly been shy at any point. If Changbin wasn't suffering because of it, he would have admired that boldness.
Thankfully, an excuse came in the form of Bang Chan, who called all his members together. Changbin slipped his phone into his bag and joined the group.
"Everyone ready?" Chan asked.
Agreement hushed through the crowd, some more enthusiastic than others. Changbin tried to be part of the first group. Tried. But his heart was running a marathon, his mind close behind as fear crashed over him. He tried to think about Johnny, about one of the jokes he had made this morning, but as Changbin sat down, everything melted away under the blinding lights.
As if he had never done interviews before. It was the same old set up. Two rows of chairs, Changbin squeezed in the front between Hyunjin and Jeongin, with some guy he would never see again seated before them. Most of the staff wasn't even listening, focused on keeping everything running. Besides, all the questions had to go through their manager first.
It was fine. Everything was fine.
"Please," the interviewer waved towards them, "tell us about your new album."
Predictable.
Changbin adjusted his posture, following the eyes of the other members as they decided on the sacrifice. It ended up being Minho, who gave the barest, and easiest answer possible. Chan added a few words just to fill some more space.
"Every song explores a different type of love. They all have a unique sound, which hopefully means STAYs will find at least one they enjoy."
The interviewer hummed, smiling, drawing out the moment as he waited for anyone else to say something. When they didn't, he chuckled a little.
"I assume all of them are focused on romantic love, yes?"
"Yes, in a way," Chan carefully said.
"How much experience do you guys have with this?"
Changbin stiffened. Looking around, he found that he wasn't the only one taken aback. Jeongin and Jisung exchanged panicked glances with the older members. Some gave restrained laughs for the sake of being polite, but even the managerâs eyes bulged with shock.
"Well, experience is a difficult thing to define, isn't it?" Felix laughed nervously.
"Is it?" The interviewer raised an eyebrow.
A cold shiver chased down Changbin's spine as their eyes met.
"There has been a lot of speculation about you, Changbin-ssi. Do you want to give a comment on the matter?"
Changbin's heart sank.
The interviewer smiled as he continued.
"I'm sure you want to clear things up about the whole affair. Most importantly about the question if you're gay, right?"
Changbin opened his mouth. All that came out was a heavy exhale, like someone had punched all the air from his lungs. Heat crawled into his cheeks. A million ants under his skin. They filled his throat and chest, weighing on his breath. The lights seemed to get brighter, and his vision blurred, but he blinked through it, desperate to stay focused.
This was nothing. So simple. Inhale. Exhale.
"I don't think this is appropriate to ask," Chan said, frowning.
This seemed to wake the manager up as well and he walked over to the interviewer. They exchanged a few words, too quiet to catch everything, especially with the blood rushing in Changbin's ear.
As the two men parted, the interviewer pursed his lips. It immediately switched back to a smile, and he looked down at his notes.
"Well, let's move on to the last question then-"
As the man continued, his voice fizzled into white noise.
Changbin gripped the edge of his seat, as if he could slip if he let go. He swallowed against the sick sensation crawling up his throat. Everything seemed to pull away from him, and only a small voice in the back of his head reminded him to stay cool. The sweat running down his forehead could be blamed on the lights. No one could hear his heart rattling against his ribcage. They only saw his pressed lips, not the clenched teeth behind.
This was nothing. It didn't matter.
Changbin powered through the last bit of saying goodbye to everyone. The interviewer gave him a weird look. Everyone seemed to stare. Like the jury in a court, deciding Changbin's fate. It was Chan's gentle hand on his back that kept Changbin grounded. The warmth of his palm burned along his spine like a reminder.
Makeup off. Clothing changes. One more word with the manager. The car drive home. It all flitted by in a haze. Changbin knew it all so well, sparing no thought for his actions as he got swept along with it all. He was only vaguely aware of the way his members looked at him. He caught their quiet assurances and gentle touches, but none of it stuck.
The front door closed on its own behind them as they stepped into the dorm. Chan took a deep, very audible breath. Both Jisung and Hyunjin looked at him fully, while Changbin only gave a side glance. With the exhale, Chan threw his bag on the couch.
"What the fuck was this guy's problem?â
"Hyung-" Jisung tried.
"Fuck that dude!" Chan continued. "Our fucking manager explicitly told him not to ask anything about the rumors! Did he really think we were gonna tell him anything?"
The three at the door watched their leader pace up and down the room. His curses switched between English and Korean in no clear rhythm. While Hyunjin looked a lot more concerned, Jisung cowered against the wall. Any other time, Changbin would have stopped Chan. Then Chan would have apologized to Jisung. He would have calmed him down. Everything would have been fine.
But Changbin's throat tightened as he opened his mouth.
Glancing at Jisung, then at Hyunjin, Changbin gave them both an apologetic look. He bowed his head, and walked away. Almost immediately, Chan's rambles died. They were replaced by Changbinâs name. Chanâs steps echoed close behind Changbin, his voice careful.
"I don't wanna talk about it," Changbin said.
"We should-"
"I don't want to!"
Changbin swallowed, taken aback himself by the strength behind his words. Chan stopped a few meters away. They stared at each other for a moment. Concern tugged at every corner of Chan's face, weighing guilt on Changbin's heart when he looked away. He slipped into his room, shutting the door, and locking it. Gentle knocking echoed through the wood. Chan called out to him, but Changbin ignored it.
He leaned against the door, heart jumping in his chest. Soft footsteps reached him from the hallway. Hyunjin's hushed voice followed, but the words drowned in the white noise buzzing in Changbinâs ears.
He slid down the door all the way down to the floor. The moment he was sitting, he shuddered with the first sob. Squeezing his eyes shut, Changbin took a shaky breath. Tears stained his palm as he rubbed a hand over his face. He stared at the damp spots in the dim light of his room, frowning.
Changbin wiped away some of the tears with his sweater sleeve, swallowing, breathing deeply. Looking down, he realized he was still wearing his street shoes. He sighed. Absently kicking them off, he pulled out his phone from his almost forgotten bag, and unlocked the screen. Immediately, he was greeted by more messages from Johnny.
A weak smile tugged at Changbinâs lips.
[NCT Johnny]
'Yo, you good?â
âDid I scare you? Sorry'
'Was it too much?'
'Is your interview going well?'
'Taeil just rambled about fanta again'
'Did you know fanta was invented in germany?'
'If I drink any more, I'm gonna fucking puke'
The last message was a picture of a half empty Fanta bottle. One of Johnny's big hands was wrapped around the body, thumbnail picking at the label edge. Changbin gave in to the smile, sniffing.
[Dwaekki]
'I like the picture'
'The one from dance practice'
'But the bottle one too'
Almost immediately, the messages were marked as seen. Changbin's heart skipped a beat. He gripped his phone tighter, watching the bubble at the bottom.
Had Johnny waited the whole time for Changbin to text back? Or was he just conveniently on his phone?
Changbin shook his head. What did it matter? It shouldn't. It was dangerous thinking.
[NCT Johnny]
'Please drink the fanta for meâ
âI can't take much more'
'How was your interview tho?'
How was the interview? Changbin leaned his head back, one hand pressed to his chest. He counted each beat of his heart, his breathing naturally falling into rhythm. Looking back down at his phone, he hesitated.
But Johnny would understand.
[Dwaekki]
'It was terrible. The guy asked about the rumors'
[NCT Johnny]
'For real???'
'People need to learn how to mind their own damn business'
'You okay?'
[Dwaekki]
'Not really'
The second Changbin sent that answer, he wanted to take it back. They weren't that close, no matter what had brought them together in the first place, but his fingers had typed faster than his mind could consider. He was ready to apologize and insist he was actually okay. But the screen lit up, and he froze.
A call. From Johnny.
Changbin's thumb hovered over the answer button. Something hot crawled up along his spine, igniting a new surge of energy like a runnerâs high. He couldn't say what it was. He didn't want to say. He didn't have the time.
The call ended and Changbin immediately started another one. Johnny picked up only a split second later.
"Hey," Johnny said.
"Hey, Hyung."
"And here I thought you don't wanna talk to me."
"Ah, sorry. I was just surprised."
Johnny hummed. Another voice echoed in the background, asking who Johnny was calling. A yelp followed, and the stranger complained about a pillow getting dirty.
"Get out! Go bother someone else.â
A pause.
âI don't care!"
The unknown voice mocked Johnny's tone, but the words itself didn't quite reach through the phone. A door slammed shut, Johnny called the other person a brat. Silence. Changbin just got back on his feet when Johnny cleared his throat.
"Okay, I'm finally alone."
Changbin huffed a small chuckle. "Who was it?"
"Jaehyun. He's hiding from Yuta."
"Oh?"
Changbin vaguely knew the other NCT members from everything the others have told him. And also from the few - many - searches online to find out more about Johnny.
"Something about pudding," Johnny said, "I think Jaehyun ate Yuta's last one. Oh? Yuta is yelling-"
There indeed was a loud voice somewhere in the background. Changbin listened carefully. Johnny probably did too. It was hard to make out anything, and Changbin quickly gave up, sitting down on his bed instead. Exhaustion hit him instantly, awakened by the soft mattress. He laid back with a soft sigh.
"Well," Johnny finally said, "Jaehyun is dead. Very sad. Anyway."
Changbin laughed, body shaking with the sudden burst. A soft noise of surprise spilled through the phone.
"I can still hear Yuta yelling. It was definitely about the pudding," Johnny continued.
He sounded much more cheerful than his words warranted.
"Isn't it way too late to yell?" Changbin asked.
"It wouldn't be our first noise complaint. Though, I think our neighbors gave up after Taeil got into metal."
"Sounds fun."
The image of Johnny throwing a hand over his chest flashed before Changbin's eyes as Johnny sighed overly dramatic.
"You have no idea. Enough about the others though. How are you, Bunny?"
Changbin choked. "B-bunny?"
"Oh. Is that okay? I read about your little furry personas and Dwaekki is cute."
"Right. Yeah. It is. Bunny is okay."
Maybe. Hopefully. Changbin couldn't be entirely sure.
"Cool, cool," Johnny continued, the smirk shining through his tone. "So, how are you, bunny?"
"Good."
"Yeah? Thanks to me?"
"Maybe," Changbin said, equally smug as Johnny.
The older man's deep laugh rumbled through the phone, chasing a shiver down Changbin's spine. He put a hand over his chest, sinking deeper into the mattress. His heart stuttered in sync with Johnny humming.
"If you ever need someone to talk to, you can always call me," Johnny said.
His voice dripped like rich dark chocolate, melting right into Changbin's ear.
"Are you sure?"
"Yes. The other members- I'm sure they're great friends, but I assume you don't want to burden them with your problems. I also better understand what you're going through."
"Obviously," Changbin whispered.
"Obviously," Johnny chuckled softly.
"You can talk to me too, if you need it," Changbin said.
"Thanks. I like talking to you, bunny."
There it was again, the low voice that had Changbin's heart skip a beat. It burned itself deeper into his mind with every word. Like everything else about Johnny. From his intense gaze in the bathroom, to his incredible body, Johnny had dug himself a hole in Changbin's brain like it was fine sand. His voice was just yet another part that pulled at the tightrope Changbin was walking on, threatening to push him off.
Changbin took a deep breath.
"I like talking to you too, hyung."
"Good. You should get some rest now. I need to see if Yuta has snapped and killed everyone."
Changbin snorted, shaking his head. "Be careful, then."
"Always! I'm the final girl of this movie."
"Aren't final girls normally virgins?"
Johnny gasped dramatically. "I need to hide. Wish me luck."
"Fighting!"
And with that, the call ended.
Silence wrapped heavily around Changbin much faster than he could prepare for. He swallowed, and glanced at his phone where Johnny's chat had opened up again. Before his mind could wander again, he scrolled up.
Changbin stopped at the dance practice picture for only a moment, now sure it was Mark sitting in the background. He continued his journey through their excessive text exchange to a picture from the day before. Also a selfie, but this time of Johnny sitting in a cafe, holding a mug. A wink accompanied his smirk, framed by his soft, long hair.
[NCT Johnny]
'The coffee is awful'
'But Jungwoo likes one of the waitersâ
âHe gets too nervous and I'm forced to come along'
'The things we do as hyungs'
Re-reading the messages, seeing Johnny's smile, it had a pleasant warmth bloom in Changbin's chest. Between all the schedules for their comeback, and his worries about the rumors, Johnny was exactly what Changbin needed.
Because Johnny was right. Changbin didn't want to go to his members with his problems. They had enough on their plates. He didn't want them to add by worrying about him.
Besides, Johnny was nice. Funny. Handsome. Talented-
Changbin was fucked, but he wasn't sure of the awareness of it made it better or worse. At least he knew about it and so had the opportunity to go against it. He wasn't that easy. This wasn't a drama. Love at first sight was a myth.
AO3 Link - Masterpost
Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut
Chapter Word Count: 4k
Status: Ongoing
Summary:
'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'
Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.
"What the fuck?"
"You have to read everything,â Doyoung said, giving his phone over.
Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make any sense.
Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down.
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Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them?
 A/N:
Welcome to the first chapter of this whole thing :3c
Any dialogue in italics is said in english
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Johnny never had a scandal. Donât ask him how he did it. Popular idol, member of a popular group, and part of one of the biggest companies in K-pop, and all that, should have gotten him in trouble at least once. Between all the attempts at drugs to various hookups, he had expected to be caught, despite how careful he was. But nothing.
He counted himself lucky for all those years, but looking back, the universe had just built up his bad deeds to get him all at once.
And on a Monday fucking morning, of all things.
"Hyung, you won't believe this!" Doyoung said the moment Johnny stepped into the kitchen.
Johnny frowned through the haze of sleep clouding his mind. He was not built for serious talk five minutes after waking up.
âYou need to see this,â Doyoug said firmly.
Johnny waved dismissively as he walked over to the coffee machine.
In his current state, he actually would have believed anything. He was still floating in a comfortable bubble of dreams and wasn't even sure he was actually awake. He had that kind of dream before. Though in that one, Taeyong was a big, pink elephant for some reason.
"Hyung!" Doyoung insisted, waving his phone.
Johnny squinted against the lights, rubbed his eyes trying to read from afar, but gave up almost immediately and indulged in a bitter kick of adrenaline. Closing his eyes, he took a deep breath. His heart jumped as the caffeine worked itself into his bloodstream or however this fucking worked. He wasn't going to read up on that. Some things are best left to the imagination. And in Johnny's sleepy imagination, there were little gnomes in his chest that drank the coffee, so they could run in their little hamster wheels faster, making Johnny's heart pump.
With one last big sip, he emptied the mug, shuddering at the last note of bitterness that had collected at the bottom. He placed the mug back into the sink, taking another deep breath. With an exhale, he turned around, finally meeting Doyoung's eyes.
"What's up?" Johnny asked.
"Hyung, you-"
"You're awake! Finally!" Taeyong interrupted.
Not an elephant this time. Good. Probably.
Though, Taeyong didn't look or even sound all that exciting. Unusual. He always greeted every member with a smile in the morning, but now he looked like he just escaped a saw trap. A bit traumatized, with a pinch of concern, maybe some doubt about his life decisions.
Taeyong stepped closer, gesturing wildly as he rambled.
"I just had to lie for you like my life depends on it. Which it kinda does. All of our lives, actually. Do you even realize the things I do for you?"
Johnny raised an eyebrow. "What did I do?"
Taeyong stopped. His eyes widened as he looked between Johnny and Doyoung, the latter one only shrugging his shoulders. The concern twisted into surprise and then into panic as his focus settled back on Johnny.
"You don't know."
"Know what?"
Doyoung raised his phone again. "This!"
Johnny sighed. Perhaps this was more than a cat meme after all. But was it really worth the mental breakdown from Taeyong?
'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'
Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.
"What the fuck?"
"You have to read everything,â Doyoung said, giving his phone over.
Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make any sense.
Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down.
'Twitter went wild when two popular idols posted an Instagram update, but not for the typical reasons. On the xx.xx, Stray Kids' Seo Changbin posted a selfie of himself at the N Seoul Tower with the caption "Let's get a lock for our love". Stays thought nothing much of it, just another love proclamation assumed to be for them from their favorite idol. An hour later though, NCT member Seo Young Ho aka Johnny, also posted a selfie of himself at the tower with the caption "I wanna get a lock with all my fans". Almost immediately, both nctzen and stays pointed out the similarity between the two posts. When user @taeyussy pointed out that it appears the two selfies were also taken in the same spot, Netizens everywhere were taken by storm. It was only a matter of time for the rumors to start.'
Johnny tightened his hand around the phone as he dropped onto the nearest chair. He opened his mouth to say something, anything, but he could only gape like a fish.
Dating Rumors. Because of a damn selfie? Johnny laughed, almost hysterical. He scrolled back to the selfie from Seo Changbin that was included in the article, alongside his own picture.
Fuck, they really did take a selfie in the same spot.
"Hyung, are you okay?" Doyoung asked carefully.
Johnny slowly looked up, but words failed him again. All he could do was nod. He glanced at Taeyong.
"Is this real?" Johnny asked.
Taeyong huffed. "Yes. Our manager already called me to clarify if it's true."
"What? That I'm dating Seo Changbin?"
"Yes. Is it?"
"No! Of course not! Why would you-" Johnny groaned, and rubbed a hand over his face. "I mean, seriously? Because of a fucking selfie?"
"Hyung-" Doyoung leaned over the table, carefully taking his phone from Johnny. "- fans have suspected a relationship with far less evidence."
Frowning, Johnny snatched the phone back. He pulled up the selfies again and waved the screen in front of both Doyoung and Taeyong's eyes.
"Evidence? What fucking evidence?"
Taeyong pursed his lips, and grabbed Johnny's wrist, pushing his arm down on the table. Johnny pursed his lips in protest, but let it happen. These two were the last people who deserved his anger, no matter how wrong they are.
Beside Taeyong, Doyoung chewed at his bottom lip, like a kid caught stealing a cookie from the cookie jar.
"You have to admit, this is a big coincidence. Not only the selfie, but also the caption and the timeâŚ"
"You've got to be fucking kidding me."
"Johnny," Taeyong put his palms flat on the table, staring intently at Johnny, "are you dating Seo Changbin?"
"No! I never even talked to the guy, dude! I didn't even know his name until now-"
"You don't know Stray Kids?" Doyoung asked.
"Of course, I know Stray Kids. I just don't know their names, except for Bang Chan, because Mark won't shut up about his fucking abs. As if I don't have amazing abs."
"Bang Chan's abs are amazing, you have to admit that."
Johnny huffed, glaring at Doyoung. But he finally let him have his phone back while turning back to Taeyong. His poor leader, who looked like he was going to bite into the nearest glass just to feel anything again. Johnny couldn't imagine the stress he was under after that phone call.
"Dude-" Johnny put a hand on Taeyong's shoulder. "-I swear, if I was dating someone, I would have told you."
"Right. Yeah. Okay, you're right."
A deep sigh slipped Taeyong's lips, and his shoulders slumped. He fell back into his chair, eyes closed, fingers rubbing at his temple. Johnny got the mug from the sink again and filled it with some new coffee. It wasn't nearly as warm as earlier, but Taeyong didn't seem to mind as he downed it all in one go.
He glanced up at Johnny. "The manager said they won't say anything for now. It's only one article, but you need to be careful. Both the fans and any gossip news outlet are going to watch your every step now. At least until the next dating scandal."
Doyoung raised a hand. "Want to make a bet on who is gonna be involved in the next scandal?"
"No," Taeyong said firmly.
"I say someone from Seventeen," Johnny threw in.
Doyoung smirked. "I say Twice.â
âUnless Bang Chan posts a shirtless selfie, then it's Mark."
They both laughed, while Taeyong could only spare a bitter chuckle. It was enough to take some of the weight of Johnny's heart, though. But he really wished he could go back to bed and sleep until this whole thing was forgotten. He yearned for the pink Taeyong elephant.
Despite that, and despite his better judgment, Johnny used the next available free time to dig deeper. Between dance practice and some photoshoot for a magazine he didn't care for, he logged into his secret Twitter profile and searched up his own name. Not the first time he was doing it, but any idol who said they never did this was a filthy liar. Though usually Johnny just wanted to see some cool edits or funny memes, perhaps get a giggle out of all the thirst tweets.
This time, he was there for the tea, dammit.
And his search was bountiful, for sure. Right at the top, the first tweet, was a retweet of the tweet mentioned in the article.
'@taeyussy
So no one is gonna point out that the selfies were also taken in the same spot? Like look at the street lamp and bench'
Johnny sighed, but opened the comments anyway. A lot of 'Shit you're right' with some 'A lot of people take a selfie there' strewn in between. Someone claimed they actually saw Johnny and Changbin together, but no one believed them. As they should. But they were all swayed by everything else, as if a little coincidence was enough.
More tweets like 'Is this real?' and 'Y'all are so weird for caring' popped up. Johnny was torn, because on one hand he couldn't believe people speculated about his relationship like that, but on the other hand, he too liked the gossip. He understood why so many people jumped on this story. But it was also a story about him.
Some fans expressed their support, saying that regardless of the truth, gay idols are allowed to date as well. It did warm Johnny's heart, because at the end of the day, he might not be involved with Seo Changbin, but he wasn't straight either. Seeing the love eased his anxiety a lot more than he expected. That regardless of how this worked out, he still had fans behind him.
Not even the tweets coming with more 'evidence' could break his spirit. Instead, he actually found those tweets the most interesting. Like watching one of those documentaries about aliens that Taeil constantly forced upon them last year. They really used any slither of coincidence and whatnot to support the dating theory. Like that one time Changbin wore an oversized sweater that looked exactly like Johnnyâs sweater he wore a few weeks prior. He almost got sold himself on the idea with that one.
Worst of all, Changbin looked adorable in it.
That was another thing Johnny realized as he scrolled through endless tweets. Many posted pictures of them both, comparing, saying they would make a cute couple, and Johnny had to unfortunately agree. Not only did Changbin have an incredible body, thick with big muscles, he also was just incredibly handsome. And cute. So fucking cute. Who knew an idolâs aegyo could get Johnny to genuinely coo at them? When theyâre just a person on his tiny phone screen? Was that how all his fans felt?
Before he knew it, Johnny was sucked into a whole other site of Twitter. And then YouTube, where he consumed one fancam after the other. Then some interviews. Mark wasnât wrong, Bang Chan really did have amazing abs, but Changbinâs biceps had Johnny fall into all kinds of bad thoughts.
For a hot second, when he laid in bed later that day, watching yet another video, Johnny actually wished the entire dating thing wasnât just a rumor. He really needed to touch some fucking grass.
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For the next week, Taeyong kept a close eye on everything Johnny was doing. He actually went so far to stalk Changbinâs activity just to make sure nothing else suspicious would be posted, even got himself Bubble for the private chat. Not that Changbin had much activity. At least on social media. The only Stray Kids member who seemed to be using their instagram account was the youngest. And most of what Changbin shared on Bubble was pictures of food. Johnny avoided posting any food himself, just in case.
Unfortunately, the universe was against them. All their efforts were in vain at the end of the day, because on the following Wednesday, another article was released by a different news outlet. This time, it was Yuta who saw it first, and he and Mark actually tried to hide it from Taeyong by stealing all his electronics. They eventually locked him in the bathroom when the manager called. Yuta talked to him instead, while Mark informed Johnny of the situation.
At the end, Johnny took over the call with the manager while Yuta and Mark held Taeyong back like trying to stop a starving lion from eating the nearest gazelle.
âJohnny, I need you to be honest,â the manager said, way too serious, âis there something going on?â
âNope. I never even talked to the guy.â
âSomeone on twitter posted a picture of a couple, claiming itâs you and Seo Changbin.â
âAnd you believe that?â
The manager scoffed. âHave you seen the picture? Itâs convincing.â
âItâs stupid, that's what it is! Seriously, there is nothing.â
âRight. We might have to make a statement this time. I just need to know for sure what your relationship to Seo Changbin is.â
âNone. Again, I never even talked to him,â Johnny said.
âIâm surprised. Arenât some of the other members friends with Stray Kids?â
Johnny glanced over at Mark and Yuta, who were bravely guarding the door Taeyong was currently trying to kick down.
âI think itâs mostly the dreamies.â
âRight, well-â The manager sighed. â-Weâll see if any other news outlet wants to share their thoughts while we think about the statement. You donât need to worry about any of it.â
âThanks.â
âYeah, yeah. Just be careful.â
And with that, the call ended. Johnny didnât feel any better, though. If one fan was ready to make up lies, it could only get worse. One little article was easy to dismiss, nothing to worry about, everyone would find the next thing to gossip about by next week, but two articles? There was no stopping it now unless the company made a statement. Or someone got caught smoking weed.
Like before, Johnny got lost in the twitter feed again. Someone actually wrote a fanfiction, but since that one time they all sat together to read fanfiction as a group bonding activity, Johnny had promised himself to never read one again. Besides, he was already into the idea of dating someone like Changbin. He was a weak, weak man, and Changbin was exactly his type. A musical genius, a good rapper, handsome, strong⌠Johnny would have dated himself, if he could.
Eventually, he found the picture the manager had mentioned. Johnny had to take a double take, because it really did look weirdly like him. Fine, it was a blurry shot of a tall guy with a vaguely similar hairstyle, but if someone was told something enough times, they would start to believe it.
What got Johnny more, though, was the other person. The supposed Changbin. Johnny raised an eyebrow. No way was Changbin this short. But a quick search revealed that yes, he really was short, and so were the other Stray Kids members. Add that to the list of things Johnny really didn't want to think about if he didn't want to lose his mind.
Fittingly, Taeil sat down next to him at that moment, handing him a can of soda.
"You need to stay hydrated."
Johnny huffed. "With Fanta?"
"Sugar is energy. Now drink."
With an overly dramatic sigh, Johnny accepted the can. He balanced his phone on his thigh while opening his drink, careful not to spill any all over himself. Taeil watched him with a glint of amusement before his eyes fell on Johnny's phone.
"Stray Kids?"
"What? Oh! Yeah. Did you know that Seo Changbin is shorter than you?"
"What?"
"Yeah, can you believe it? Someone is actually shorter than you," Johnny said, smirking.
The elbow in his side was well deserved.
"Why are you looking up Seo Changbin anyway?" Donghyuck suddenly asked.
Johnny jumped in his chair as the head of cotton candy hair peeked over his shoulder. With the grace of a dead cat, his phone dropped to the floor. He cursed under his breath, and snatched it back up before Donghyuck could even think about any schemes.
No scratches. The screen was fine.
Johnny sighed in relief, then glared up at Donghyuck.
"I should know everything about my boyfriend, shouldn't I?"
Donghyuck grimaced. "Are you delusional now?"
"Listen-" Johnny opened twitter again, presenting the other two the picture. "-you can't tell me this doesn't look like me and Changbin."
"WowâŚ" Taeil whispered, eyes big.
"You're worse than our fans," Donghyuck said.
"Can I really be sure I'm not dating Changbin? Maybe I have a second personality! Perhaps an evil one, who is seducing half the kpop industry."
âThe only personality you have is annoying."
"You're just jealous you can't get someone as hot as Seo Changbin," Johnny scoffed, pursing his lips.
"You can't get him either?"
"But I would have a chance. The guy likes working out, I like working out. We're both amazing rappers-"
Donghyuck rolled his eyes. "Go and marry him then. But first do your damn vocal lessons."
Johnny gasped overly dramatic. "Brat. Where is the respect?"
"I should have never agreed to this unit."
With that, Donghyuck left again. Johnny watched him for a bit longer until he disappeared into another room. He shook his head, and turned back to Taeil, who only stared at Johnny's phone where the picture was still open.
"What do you think, hyung?"
"Huh?" Taeil blinked up at Johnny, torn from a deep thought apparently.
"What do you think?"
"About what?"
Johnny shook his phone a little. "About this."
"Hm if I had seen it without knowing you, I would have believed it, but you don't own a jacket like that."
"Good point. You think I could be friends with him?"
A surprised chuckle escaped Taeil. Johnny raised an eyebrow, but Taeil only waved his hand dismissively.
"Why not? Jungwoo is friends with Lee Minho and I think Mark and Chenle are also close to some Stray Kids members. Maybe you could ask them to introduce you."
"Oh yeah." Johnny mockingly reenacted shaking someone's hand. "Hey, I'm the guy who everyone thinks is your boyfriend. You wanna hang out sometime?"
Taeil huffed in amusement. "It's an ice breaker at least."
"Better than trying to befriend your ex's new boyfriend."
"Have you ever done that?"
"No? That would be weird," Johnny said, laughing.
If Taeil noticed the nervousness, he didn't react. Instead, he shrugged his shoulders, and went back to whatever he was doing before. Something on his phone. Johnny had the good conscience not to look at his screen. Except he didn't, and as he pushed himself to his feet, he caught a glimpse of google and the words 'Stray Kids'. He smirked, Taeil didn't notice.
"I'm off for lessons then. See you later, hyung!"
"Good luck!"
Johnny wondered if he should sign up for more lessons. He needed something to take off his mind, but with the amount of dance practice, he didn't have the energy for the gym. Besides, that would have just reminded him more of Changbin. He was already fucked enough with his new found obsession.
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The next week remained quiet again. The whole time, Johnny kept up religiously with everything fans said about the scandal. Despite everyone's expectations, it didn't seem to die down. People left and right believed the picture was real, comparing everything Johnny and Changbin had posted the last few years, mentioning the connections between other NCT and Stray Kids members.
It felt like reading a whole Sherlock Holmes novel, but one with red herrings at every corner, leading everyone to believe it was the maid. Johnny, and some sound minded fans among the vocal crowd, seemed to be the only ones who knew it was actually the gardener.
The company decided not to release a statement. They seemed to think it wasn't worth the time to address these baseless rumors. Meanwhile, Taeyong used every group dinner to complain how little this was taken seriously, mad that so-called fans could just spread lies and not face any consequences. He cared a lot more about this than Johnny, like the good dad he was. Johnny was more worried about the copious amount of fancams and compilations crowding his youtube history.
Seo Changbin had invaded Johnny's mind with no chance to prepare. The moment Johnny saw him, it was over. Ironic, really, considering why he came to Johnny's attention in the first place. Or perhaps it was some kind of weird psychological effect brought upon him by these rumors. Hear about it enough, and you believe it, or in this case, read enough twitter posts and get brainwashed.
Something about Seo Changbin fascinated Johnny, held him captive. And he still hadn't even talked once to the guy.
Though it was only a matter of time that had to change. Like tied together by fate, they seemed to have pulled themselves along the string, the universe watching and waiting for them to inevitably meet. It had to happen. The whole situation wouldn't have made a good joke if they didn't.
It happened at a music show. Johnny didn't care enough to remember the name. He was tired, on his last shred of sanity, a thirsty man in a desert. All he wanted was to get this over with and crawl into bed, wither away until he had to get up for another day of promotion.
Somewhere between getting ready and the actual stage performance, he forced himself to the bathroom. Taeil had them all drink Fanta like a mother bird feeding her young, insisting it's good for digestion or whatever. Probably not, but three months prior, Taeil believed that smearing grape juice on his face was the ultimate cure for acne, because he saw one tiktok about it.
Just as Johnny finished washing his hands, and turned off the faucet, the door opened. For no other reason than pure curiosity, Johnny glanced up. Almost instantly, he caught a familiar pair of eyes. Or as familiar as they could be, when he had only seen those eyes in pictures and videos.
Changbin stiffened, the door quietly falling back into place behind him. There was an entire movie of emotions fleeting across his face before he settled on a neutral expression, with just the slightest hint of something else in the twitch of his eyebrows.
"Hello sunbaenim," Changbin said, bowing much deeper than necessary.
Johnny couldn't help but laugh. Panicked eyes glanced back up at him, and god, he was even cuter in real life. Johnny had to resist the urge to pinch himself, in case he was dreaming. Or worse, succumb to the sudden impulse to pinch Changbinâs cheeks.
"So formal. Shouldn't boyfriends be a bit more casual?"
Changbin's eyes widened. He looked around, as if expecting hidden cameras. When Johnny laughed again, Changbin turned back, blinking slowly.
"I'm sorry?" Changbin said, pulling his eyebrows together.
Johnny smirked. "Don't tell me you didn't see the rumors."
"Ah. I⌠I did. I didn't think youâŚ"
"Relax, dude. Let's not be weird about this. I'm too exhausted for this."
"Oh, right. Yeah."
Still looking a little stunned, Changbin stepped closer, looking around again. He stopped right in front of Johnny, who became painfully aware of their height difference. They both had to actually strain their neck to look into each other's eyes, and Johnny wasn't sure his sanity could actually handle this for long. He didn't move away, though. Changbin puffed out his chest, rolling his shoulders, and for a hot second, Johnny expected either a kiss or a fist in his face.
"I hope these rumors didn't get you in any trouble, sunbaenim."
Johnny stilled. "What?"
"Dating rumors aren't always easy to handle. So I was a bit worried how they affected you, sunbae-"
"Hyung."
Changbin's eyes widened. His pretty eyes, big, and so easy to get lost in.
"Call me hyung. Honestly, Changbin-ah-"
The younger man visibly tensed at the more casual talk. It was cute. Kinda funny.
"-People think we're dating. I think we're well past politeness."
"I guess. Are you sure?"
Johnny nodded, the smirk softening into a smile. Changbin dropped his shoulders, the smallest sound of a relieved sigh reaching Johnny's ears. The urge to pat Changbin's hair tingled in Johnny's fingertips. It just looked so damn soft, falling neatly into Changbin's face as he looked down. With their height difference, Johnny couldn't see his face this way, but as Changbin glanced back up, Johnny caught a glimpse of a smile.
"Then-"
Changbin licked his lips. Johnny followed the motion.
"-hyung, did you have any trouble?"
"No. Pretty sure my manager got some new gray hairs, but I'm cool."
"That's good."
"And you?" Johnny raised an eyebrow, leaning a little over.
For just a moment, Changbin's pupils trembled, jumping up and down. Johnny took it as an invitation to draw even closer. In all his fantasies, he hadn't thought of the potential back pain that would come with everything that was Changbin, but Johnny would have accepted everything for the blush dusting Changbin's cheeks.
"I'm okay. No one seemed particularly worried, actually."
Johnny hummed, tilting his head. He didn't break eye contact once, impressed that Changbin could hold it back.
"Good," he said, almost whispering.
Changbin visibly shuddered.
Smirking, Johnny moved back again. He pulled out his phone, checking the time, but he still had a solid ten minutes left. Looking back at Changbin, Johnny found him nervously tugging at the elaborate stitching of his leather jacket. So completely different to that loud, confident man in all the videos. It pulled at Johnny's heart like a sugar shock, and he had to swallow all kinds of compliments crawling up his throat.
"Can I get your number?" Johnny asked instead, with the elegance of Mark, when he talks to their personal trainer at the gym.
"My phone number?"
"Yeah. So we can coordinate what we upload."
Changbin slowly nodded. "To avoid another article?"
"Yep. Exactly that."
Finally, a small smile curled Changbin's lips. Johnny's heart skipped a beat, reminding him how fucked he already was.
They exchanged details with some jokes strewn in, mostly Johnny saying he would save Changbin as 'Boyfriend' with a heart. The fact that Changbin only laughed about it, was probably a good sign. A win in Johnny's book, at least. He did save him as 'Dwaekki' though.
Unfortunately, everything nice was short-lived, like ice cream on a hot summer day. Mark texted Johnny to remind him of their performance.
"Good luck, hyung," Changbin said, lifting his fists. "Fighting!"
Johnny pushed aside the warmth induced by the younger man's bright smile, and mimicked the gesture.
AO3 Link
Pairing: Seo Changbin/Johnny Suh
Tags: Strangers to Lovers, First Meetings, Fluff, Angst, Eventual Smut
Word Count: 77k
Status: Ongoing
Summary:
'NCT Johnny and Stray Kids Changbin caught in dating rumors'
Johnny blinked. He read over it again, rubbed his eyes, and read again.
"What the fuck?"
"You have to read everything,â Doyoung said, giving his phone over.
Johnny glanced up at him, then over at Taeyong, who looked absolutely miserable. Johnny's own mind was going as slow as a snail trying to comprehend what was written on the screen. It had to be a joke. It had to be. No matter how Johnny twisted the words in his mind, they didn't make any sense.
Taking a deep breath, he scrolled down.
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Johnny and Changbin are rumored to be dating, even though they have never talked before. But then they do talk. Then they become friends. The next step seems inevitable for them. But can they survive when all eyes are on them?
A/N:
Welcome to this mess!
A ship no one asked for, and all I can say is that this started because I had the funny thought of Hey, they're both my biases and I have an unhealthy obsession with size difference.
This was not meant to be this long. First I thought 20k at most, then 30k, but the idea got away from me and now it's 77k. Oops. It's 15 chapters and it took me like 3 months to write this.
Idk how frequently I will update. But the fic is complete, so it will definitely update.
I don't have much to say, really. I hope people enjoy this.
Comments and reblogs are more than welcome <3
The tags will update with every chapter. While this is a more light hearted fic, there is some angst and some minor content that will require warnings. I will add them at the beginning of the chapters as needed.
Any dialogue in italics is spoken in english.
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Chapter Overview
AO3
Pairing: Jeong Jaehyun/Moon Taeil
Word Count: 3.3k
Tags: Fluff and Humor, Idiots to Lovers, Love Confessions, Didnât realize theyâre dating (Or more like one of them thinks theyâre dating)
Summary:
Taeil has been giving Jaehyun Valentine's gifts instead of proper Birthday gifts for years now, but Jaehyun doesn't seem to realize the joke. Taeil is determined to make him realize.
A/N:
This is so silly, honestly. I write this in like 3 hours today so I can post it in time. First Birthday Fic, big step for me. But it also means that it's not great. Idk. You be the judge of it, but I just wanted to get this down, because the idea was too funny to pass on.
Special thanks to @sunnytaes for starting this idea <3
Reblogs and comments are very much appreciated :3
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It started more or less as a joke. In the first year of Taeil knowing Jaehyun, he thought it was funny that Jaehyunâs birthday was on Valentines Day and decided to get him one of those stupid teddy bears holding a heart. It was also out of a lack of knowledge what Jaehyun would have actually liked as a gift.
He seemed to appreciate the bear though. And that awakened something in Taeil. A certain thrill, in a way. Did Jaehyun even realize the joke? How long would it take him to realize? That was what crossed Taeilâs mind back then, and the next year, he got Jaehyun heart shaped chocolate.
It became a thing. A challenge. Each year, another step, another gift that tiptoed the line between Birthday and Valentine. Jaehyun always thanked Taeil with that stupidly cute smile. The dimples teased him with the uncertainty of Jaehyun's thoughts. Was he aware? Did he play along because he thought Taeil was actually trying his best? Or was he really that oblivious?
Jaehyun was an enigma, to say the least. Not just about the birthday gifts. He wasnât mysterious like a bad boy in a drama, plagued by a dark past that he revealed to the protagonist in the second to last episode in a dramatic love confession. Taeil actually knew quite a lot about him, and his emotions were easy to read, Taeil having spent more time than he liked to admit studying Jaehyun like a wild animal.
What did have Taeil stumped again and again were Jaehyunâs motivations.
Sometimes he said weird things out of nowhere just to annoy people. Especially Doyoung. Obviously, Taeil expected Jaehyun to do it because he thinks itâs funny, if his laughter every time was any indication, but Jaehyun once told him that he teases people simply to see their reaction.
For almost a whole month, Taeil found Jaehyun eating strange combinations of food on occasion. Like marshmallows with hot sauce. When he had offered Taeil one, the older man had asked why someone would ever try this, thinking it had to be some sort of sick curiosity.
âI need something really nasty for a punishment. I want to make a bet with Johnny.â
Jaehyun was a strange man with a strange mind. He fascinated Taeil in a way that a thousand piece milk puzzle could draw someone in. With every piece Taeil put together about Jaehyunâs thought process, he found another three that didnât seem to fit anywhere.
Two years before, Taeil had decided to step up his game. Nothing about the reactions to his gifts had changed, and it was getting frustrating. He needed to know if Jaehyun had any clue what was happening. Another piece finding its place.
So Taeil wrote a lengthy letter all about his thoughts and feelings about Jaehyun. It was quite the rambly mess, five pages long, and kind of cheesy. Very cheesy. On purpose, of course, this was supposed to be a love letter for Valentine's Day after all. He didnât lie about anything, but he didnât hold back either.
And Jaehyun? Jaehyun hugged Taeil for a long time, said âI love you too, hyungâ and kissed the older manâs forehead. Taeil had ducked away from the touch out of sheer reflex, and Jaehyun dared to look sheepish. Cute. So fucking cute. The spot where his lips had touched Taeilâs skin tingled and Taeil regretted moving away. Only because it was nice to be cared for like that once in a while.
But that was it. They spent the rest of the day busy with work, and close to midnight, Jaehyun crawled into Taeilâs bed to cuddle. Something they hadnât done in years, but the letter seemed to have done a lot to Jaehyun emotionally. Taeil let him hug him as much as he wanted that night. And the day after that. The week later.
Jaehyun got a lot more touchy with Taeil after that. It was nice. Overwhelming at first, enough so that Taeil had avoided it at first, but slowly, he had gotten used to it. Maybe even found enjoyment in it. Jaehyun never complained. He only smiled no matter if Taeil pushed him away or not, his dimples on full display.
Taeil never had any clue what was going on in the younger manâs head. All the progress on the puzzle seemed to have been put on hold. Just as Taeil had started to understand, Jaehyun changed completely. Though, weirdly enough, it was only around Taeil.
The next year, he took Jaehyun out to a fancy restaurant. They played music for them and there were candles and roses and there was still nothing more than a smile and an âI love you, hyungâ. Taeil remembered well how his heart had pounded, head light with sudden heat. Frustration. It was all frustration. Because how oblivious could a person be?
This year, Taeil was determined to break Jaehyun. The secret weapon he had been thinking about for a while now. He had seen all the internet posts, he had watched the dramas and read the romance books. Even someone like Jaehyun had to smell something was off if a friend offered him a massage on Valentineâs Day. Jaehyun would refuse. They could finally laugh about it all and next time, Taeil would actually find a suitable birthday gift.
That was the plan. Quick and easy.
So why did Taeil find himself watching Jaehyun undress? In his and Yutaâs shared room, with candle flames as the only source of light, lighting up every inch of smooth muscles that was slowly revealed. Jaehyunâs muscles. The muscles that Taeil had seen many times, but now all alone, in the dark of his room, with a bottle of lavender oil in his hand, his friendâs incredible body took on a whole new meaning.
âHyung-â
Taeil blinked, slowly glancing back up at Jaehyunâs face. Shadows danced along the sharp lines that smoothed around his lips. An almost irritating amusement tugged at the corners of his mouth. Almost. Jaehyun was too handsome to be annoying. He always had been. Frustrating, yes, but annoying? Absolutely not.
â-Donât you want to take your clothes off as well?â Jaehyun asked.
âW-what?â
âYou know, if youâre comfortable. At least your pants. Theyâll be uncomfortable for both of us when you sit on me.â
Heat bloomed in Taeilâs cheeks. He swallowed against the sudden dryness in his throat and nodded, fully aware this was a horrible idea. It was nothing more than a joke that was going too far. Actually, the line was already crossed when Taeil spilled his feelings in that stupid letter. Jaehyun had said âI love you tooâ, but did he have any idea what it meant?
Yet, with rationality yelling in the back of his mind, Taeil dropped his pants. He kicked them aside, tugging his shirt down his front as if Jaehyun had never seen that part of him.
âYouâre so cute, hyung~â
âJust get on the bed.â
Jaehyun laughed. âSo commanding.â
The playful tone in Jaehyunâs voice didnât help at all with Taeilâs nerves. It never helped. Every tease had Taeil lose a little more of his sanity over the years, like Jaehyun was trying to get him to break. Like he knew. He had to know.
Jaehyun rolled onto his front, groaning with a good stretch. He buried his face in Taeilâs pillow, hands underneath it, and his back arched.
For the first time- No, that was a lie. For the umpteenth time, Taeil allowed his gaze to wander. He mapped out all lines, soft and hard, detailing any mole and the little scar on his shoulder blade. They were already branded into the canvas of his skull that even in the dim light, Taeil could pinpoint every detail.
Studying Jaehyun had become about a lot more than just his mind, and had surpassed the original intention. Taeil couldnât deny it. He also couldnât deny his shaky hands and tight throat as he climbed on the bed.
The mattress barely dipped underneath him, already heavily weighed down by Jaehyunâs strong body. Said body didnât even flinch when Taeil sat down on the back of Jaehyunâs thighs. He was careful to avoid getting too close to his butt, the only part still covered, but with how thin Jaehyunâs underwear was, it might as well hadnât been there at all.
Taeil watched the younger manâs face closely. Eyes closed, mouth half open, not a single line of tension. So much different to what was going on inside Taeil. He was sure he was going to faint from the heat buzzing under his skin, only heightened by Jaehyunâs body temperature. Like a living furnace, it burned where their legs connected. When Taeil pressed his palms to Jaehyunâs lower back for an experimental touch, he immediately pulled away again, breath hitching with surprise.
Taeil inhaled deeply, shuddering with the exhale. He grabbed the bottle of oil again, and flipped open the top. The room was instantly filled by the heavy scent of lavender. It clouded the air like a blanket, thickening as Taeil spread some of it on his hand. His nose twitched, overwhelmed, but it wasnât unpleasant.
He rubbed his palms together to distribute the liquid. Then, with more hesitation than Taeil had felt in a long time, he placed his hands back on the hot skin. A soft sigh slipped Jaehyunâs lips. Another followed as Taeil stroked along the spine.
All that research should have been unnecessary. Considering this wasnât actually meant to happen, Taeil shouldnât have bothered actually looking up how to give an effective massage, but being dragged down a rabbit hole was too easy on the internet. Now he found himself determined to put theory to practice.
Slowly, Taeil found a rhythm. Back and forth. Up and down. Here and there, he increased the pressure, each time earning him another sweet sound. Sighs and groans, a little giggle when Taeil dipped down along Jaehyunâs sides. From the lower back up to the shoulders, the back of the neck and both biceps. Taeil kneaded the skin and muscles with a firm grip that he was honestly very proud of.
Jaehyun seemed to certainly enjoy it. The tension melted from his muscles, the change more tangible under Taeilâs fingers than he expected. Every time Taeil pulled away to add oil, Jaehyun peeked at him, and his pout only disappeared when small hands rubbed at his back again.
And oh, Taeil didnât even want to think about how nice Jaehyunâs body felt. Hard at all the right spots, skin smooth, and he was just so big. Which Taeil knew, but so close, he truly became aware of the difference between them. Not just Jaehyunâs broad shoulders had Taeil feeling dizzy, but also their thighs, the comparison so easy with them pressed together.
Taeil lost focus more than once, indulging in staring a lot more than he had already done before. Whatever sense of self preservation Taeil had built up over the years was crumbling right before his every eye.
This was such a bad idea, but he couldnât find it in himself to stop.
âYou knowâŚâ Jaehyun drawled at some point, âlavender is an aphrodisiac.â
Taeil froze. He blinked once, twice, a choked out noise all he could give as a response.
Jaehyun glanced up, smirking. âIs this where you finally try to seduce me, hyung?â
âS-seduce you?â
âYeah. I mean, you havenât exactly been very open to physical touch, so I thought this is your way to tell me that youâre finally ready for the next step.â
Taeil blanked. Mind completely empty. He stared at Jaehyun like he just revealed the meaning of life. It took way too long for the words to trickle into Taeilâs brain, eventually activating it again as it all settled in.
âWhat are you talking about?â Taeil asked.
Jaehyunâs eyes widened. He slowly propped himself up on his elbows, drawing his eyebrows together. His lips pursed into a pout again.
âWhat do you mean what am I talking about? This massage, is it not to help you get more comfortable with touching me?â
âI- What?â Taeil was sure if he could have come up with an answer to what was happening, it would have been wrong anyway.
âHyung,â Jaehyun said softly, but with rare conviction, âI know we havenât really done much, because youâre clearly not the touchiest person, and if youâre worried that Iâm not okay with that, youâre wrong. You donât have to force yourself to do more just because youâre my boyfriend.â
Taeilâs mouth fell open. âWhat was that?â
âYou donât have to force yourself to do more than youâre comfortable with, hyung-â
âNo. The last part.â
Jaehyun narrowed his eyes. âYouâre my boyfriend?â
âIâm what?â
âBoyfriend?â
Like a bunny caught fire, Taeil jumped off the bed to his feet. He stumbled a little with how fast he moved, and only a big hand curling around his wrist kept him from slipping on the pile of clothes. Taeil gasped. Every muscle tensed up with a fight or flight response, but instead of doing either of that, he was planted in place, staring down at Jaehyun kneeling on the mattress.
âHyung, are youâŚâ
The grip on Taeilâs wrist loosened a little, more like a careful touch.
âDo you want to break up?â Jaehyun asked.
Whatever shock had shook Taeil up went out like a candle flame as Jaehyunâs voice cracked. Questions were pushed aside for later, and Taeil cupped Jaehyunâs face out of sheer habit. The younger man flinched, but tightened his hold on the otherâs wrist again.
âJaehyunnie,â Taeil said gently, âI wonât- I honestly donât know what youâre talking about, but I would never hurt you.â
Jaehyun frowned. âHyung, is this some kind of test?â
âNo! No. Iâm seriously confused about what you mean.â
âWhat do you mean since when? Hyung, whatever this is, itâs not very funny.â
âIâm not joking, I swear. Do you really think weâre in aâŚâ Taeil swallowed, the words heavy on his tongue, ârelationship?â
âYes? What? Am I the only one who thought that?â
âOh, JaehyunnieâŚâ
Taeil dropped his shoulders. His hands slipped away from Jaehyunâs face, and he sank to his knees. Long legs appeared in his vision as Jaehyun moved to sit on the edge of the bed. Taeil shuffled closer, and put his head on one knee, closing his eyes. The familiar heat seeped back into his body, and he took a deep breath.
âSince when do you think weâre a couple?â
A moment of silence. Taeil didnât dare to look up, guilt nagging at his chest. Even without the full story, he knew exactly that this was his fault, because no way would Jaehyun ever think like that without reason. Though, then again, the puzzle was still unsolved, or Taeil would have figured this out much sooner.
Long fingers brushed through Taeilâs hair. A soft hum spilled from above.
âTwo years,â Jaehyun said.
Taeil perked up with a gasp. âTwo years?!â
âYes.â
âWait- Why?â
Jaehyun smiled sheepishly. âThe letter you wrote. I thought that was a love confession.â
âOh no.â
âWow, I really was that wrong, huh?â
Taeil sighed. He could have slapped himself, maybe thrown himself out the window for how much of an idiot he was. All this time, for two years, Jaehyun thought they were a couple? And not once had this come up? This was insane. Awful. Truly the worst punchline to the joke.
Taeil met Jaehyunâs sad eyes. âWe never, I donât know, kissed or anything.â
âYeah. I thought that you just donât like that stuff.â
âYou never asked about it, though.â
Jaehyun shrugged his shoulders. âIf you wanted it, you would have done it. I was sure that I made it clear that Iâm okay with that stuff.â
âThe kiss on the foreheadâŚâ
âYeah, you pulled away, soâŚâ
Unable to stop himself, Taeil laughed. He laughed loud and high, his whole body shaking. A single tear rolled down his cheek. It wasnât even funny. Nothing about this was funny. Yet, Taeil couldnât help it, the thought that neither of them realized anything had to be the dumbest thing to ever happen to either of them.
As he calmed, Taeil got back on his feet, and dropped on the edge of the bed. Jaehyun moved away from him, but Taeil followed, pressing as close as he could. Narrow eyes glanced back and forth between where their naked thighs touched and Taeilâs face.
âIâm sorry, hyung,â Jaehyun whispered.
âSorry? No.â Taeil smiled, bumping his head against Jaehyunâs shoulder. âWeâre both idiots.â
âI guess.â
âWhen you said âI love you tooâ back thenâŚâ
âI meant that.â
Taeil hummed. He turned his head and nuzzled Jaehyunâs bare skin, taking a deep breath. His senses flooded with the sharp scent of sweat and lavender.
âDo you still mean it?â Taeil asked, looking up through his lashes.
"What if I do?"
Jaehyun met his eyes. For the first time, Taeil saw beyond, pinpointing the spark of hope and desperation behind uncertainty. For the first time, he truly understood. With their faces so close, Jaehyun an open book in every detail, Taeil finally got it.
Both their motivation came from the same place.
Smiling, Taeil slipped a hand in the back of Jaehyunâs neck, and pulled him down. Their mouths met like the last puzzle piece that found its place. A simple touch, short and sweet. Perfect.
Taeilâs lips tingled as he pulled away. The same sensation as two years ago, but this time, he found the courage to ask for more. Jaehyun obliged. His arms snaked around Taeilâs waist, tugging him closer. The second kiss deepened with their heads tilting and mouths falling open. Like meant to be together, their lips danced, teeth and tongues teasing at the edges.
Taeil shuddered as they slipped apart. He blinked through the warm haze, heart threatening to jump out of his chest. But Jaehyun would have caught it. He deserved to catch it, keep it. Taeil would have given him everything in that moment, in the dark of the room, eyes sparkling in the candle light, and that pretty smile with those stupid dimples decorating his face.
âJaehyunnieâŚâ
âHyung.â
Taeil licked his lips, throat tight. âIâŚâ
âIâm sorry I just assumed,â Jaehyun said. âI should have actually asked, but your letter⌠I was just so happy. Hyung, I love you.â
Taeil smiled. âI love you too.â
âLike, for real? I mean, do you love me in the way that you want to be my boyfriend?â
Laughing, Taeil smacked Jaehyunâs arm. âI thought I already was~â
âHyung,â Jaehyun deadpanned.
âI mean, two years? Youâre patient. Also very sweet.â Taeil laughed again. âBut wow, two years?â
âMaybe I should refuse you kisses for two years next,â Jaehyun mumbled, pursing his lips.
âAww, you wonât.â
âHow do you know?â
Taeil smirked. He cupped Jaehyunâs face again, rubbing and squeezing his cheeks until he pouted. Then Taeil kissed him again. On the lips, on the nose, ending on the forehead.
âJaehyunnie likes skinship way too much,â Taeil purred.
âYouâre right.â
Before Taeil could react, he was pushed back. He landed on his back, gasping, and a shiver chased down his spine as he found himself face to face with Jaehyun again, this time caught underneath him. A smirk played on Jaehyun's lips, and he leaned close enough that the tips of their noses brushed together.
âI like skinship,â Jaehyun whispered, breath ghosting over Taeilâs skin, âbut I love teasing you even more~â
âOh stop!â
Taeil pushed against Jaehyunâs chest, giggling, and eventually his boyfriend relented.
His boyfriend. Even just thinking it felt great.
âGet on the bed again,â Taeil instructed. âIâm not done with the massage.â
âYou just want make me moan, hyung~â
âThatâs it. Massage over-â
âNo! Wait!â
Taeil was pulled back into strong arms. They both laughed, and Jaehyun scattered butterfly kisses all over Taeilâs face. And that felt great too. All of it. Jaehyun felt great.
Next year, Taeil had to come up with an even better Valentineâs Day gift.
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