Summary: Jooyeon could be awfully sweet and puppy-ish. Everyone still wanted to strangle him at times, though.
Surprisingly, it was Jungsu who gave into the urge first, and it didn't turn out at all the way he'd expected 🔞
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Content: pwp, canon compliant, puppy joo with an extra side of brattiness, mild angst, kink exploration?, jungsu goes through it a little bit, smut warnings under the cut ♡
a/n: happy birthday @raeisms !! sorry to be a little bit late :( this was originally inspired by this video and i really wasn't sure if i'd ever get it done but !! it is here as a gift 🥰 enjoy <3
Jooyeon could be more than a little frustrating when he wanted to be. Being loud, childish and not wanting to back down from a fight he'd started for no reason was difficult to deal with.
Of course he was just playing it up. He didn't always act that way. Jooyeon could be awfully sweet and puppy-ish. Everyone still wanted to strangle him at times, though.
Surprisingly, it was Jungsu who gave into the urge first, and it didn't turn out at all the way he'd expected.
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It was a particularly bad day for Jooyeon's mood. Bratty was nothing new, but biting words and venomous glares were far more rare for them to have to deal with. There was no way to prepare for it to bubble over during group practice.
Hyeongjun and Jooyeon never fought. Sometimes Jooyeon would ragebait him for a laugh, which Hyeongjun was fully aware of so he'd always give the reaction he wanted, and that was all it was. It was just for fun.
There was no joke behind Jooyeon scoffing when Hyeongjun messed up the new solo he'd been having trouble with for the third time in a row.
"Seriously, Hyeongjun-ah?" Jooyeon sneered when he slowly looked up from Hota's fretboard in embarrassment, mocking in a way that was nowhere near his usual playfulness. "Have you even been practising on your own?"
For as long as he'd known him, Jungsu was sure he'd never seen Hyeongjun so devastated. Jooyeon had prodded a particularly sore spot given his perfectionism, and he knew just as well as everyone else that Hyeongjun never stopped practising, which made it all the more cruel to say.
Watching Jooyeon roll his eyes and bring his attention back to his bass strings while Hyeongjun sat silently trembling turned Jungsu's shock into rage. Whatever Jooyeon's issue was couldn't get any further out of hand. Jiseok beat him to it.
"Dude, what the fuck?" he swivelled in his chair to kick Jooyeon's shin, not hard enough to bruise horribly but enough to get the point across. "You can't take your shitty mood out on us. Apologise."
"Fuck off," Jooyeon kicked him back, leaving Jiseok too stunned to do anything but stare wide-eyed as he faced Hyeongjun again. "It's not my fault he still can't play his own song."
"Lee Jooyeon. Outside. Now."
Jungsu surprised himself with his low tone, and having so many pairs of eyes turn his way made his skin prickle, but he couldn't let it show. Jooyeon's jaw tensed as he thought it over, finally putting the bass on its stand and storming out the door when Jungsu raised his eyebrows.
Sparing a weary smile at Hyeongjun's whispered thanks, Jungsu followed Jooyeon out of the practice room. The anger flooded back when he found him leaning against the wall a short distance down the corridor—clearly still seething with his arms crossed and foot tapping as he waited. Jungsu had half a mind to just leave him there.
It wasn't a good place for what Jungsu knew would turn into an argument, so he grabbed Jooyeon's wrist without a word to drag him to the bathroom nobody ever used, and judging by his annoyed sigh, Jooyeon figured out where he was being taken. All it did was fuel Jungsu to get there faster—locking the door behind them before shoving Jooyeon against it.
"Hey!"
"Stop," Jungsu kept Jooyeon still by pushing more weight against his shoulders. "What was all that about? There was no reason to be so mean."
"I wasn't being mean. It's the truth," Jooyeon spat back, trying to shake Jungsu off to leave. "Let me go. If we don't practice, we'll play like shit, too. Just—"
Jungsu wrapped his fingers around Jooyeon's throat.
He didn't mean to do it. Not really. It was just a reaction. Jungsu recognised what he was doing a second later, and even if he'd barely squeezed, a chill of horror zipped down his spine. It didn't matter how mad he was. He'd tried to choke Jooyeon.
Just as he was about to pull away and apologise, Jungsu felt Jooyeon swallow beneath his palm.
Jooyeon had stopped squirming. Jungsu looked up from his hand to Jooyeon's face—heart hammering at the way his gaze had gone hazy and his lips were parted with shallow, shaking breaths—but even if it was the accidental original intent, he was certain he wasn't cutting off his airflow enough to do that. It was an expression he was familiar with.
"Don't start something you won't finish," Jooyeon murmured, bringing one hand up to gently pry Jungsu's from his throat. "It's okay. Go back. I'll be there in a minute."
Having no idea what to say, Jungsu stepped backwards with a short nod, pretending to not notice that Jooyeon was half-hard when he moved away from the door. Being caught by his bicep as he was about to walk through didn't make it easier.
"Hyung," Jooyeon called softly, not looking up from the floor even after Jungsu hummed for him to continue. "I'm sorry."
Jungsu didn't ask what was being included in the apology. He left Jooyeon in the bathroom, waved away the questions from the others when he got back to the practice room and waited for him to return like he said he would.
It took far longer than one minute, but Jungsu wasn't game to ask about that, either. He didn't really need to. It was an easy enough guess.
None of it mattered when Jooyeon's apology to Hyeongjun was genuine—going as far as getting on his knees to beg for forgiveness just to make him laugh through a fresh bout of tears—and he stayed quiet for the rest of the time there. That should have been a good thing.
Jungsu couldn't look him in the eye.
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Thinking about it kept Jungsu awake that night.
More than anything, he'd scared himself. Jungsu could forget his own strength sometimes. He could have really hurt someone he cared about deeply and the idea was nauseating. Then there was the way Jooyeon reacted.
Jungsu wasn't sheltered enough to not know that it wasn't something unusual to be into. What bothered him was that he didn't know Jooyeon was into it after being together for so long.
All it took to turn him pliant, to drain the fight from his body, was a hand around his throat. Jungsu had barely had to do anything. It was so easy.
Feeling his dick twitch in his pyjama pants made Jungsu groan, scrubbing his hands over his face like he was trying to get rid of the memory, but Jooyeon's expression refused to leave.
He couldn't help thinking about if he'd stayed. He could had shoved one of his thighs between Jooyeon's, made him grind against it through the dizziness, had him beg for more and come in his pants. He could have squeezed tighter.
Jungsu slapped a hand over his mouth, not realising the other had slipped beneath his waistband until it was already around his dick, feeling awful for bucking into his fist but not being able to stop himself. Jooyeon was so pretty it was too easy to imagine taking it further. How far would he let Jungsu push?
Lifting his shirt just in time to not make a mess of it, Jungsu came to the thought of Jooyeon gasping for air, shame swirling in his gut as he bit his lips to stay quiet. It wasn't like he'd never had Jooyeon breathless beneath him, so he could rationalise it if he tried, but it was different and Jungsu knew it.
Laying in the darkness, come drying on his skin, Jungsu knew it was going to be a problem.
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Of course Jooyeon picked up on it the next day. Unfortunately for Jungsu, he was more attentive than he appeared.
"Rough night?" Jooyeon smirked as he wandered into the kitchen to sit next to Jungsu at the table, far more bright for the morning than usual. "Something keep you up?"
Jungsu narrowed his eyes and shovelled more cereal into his mouth. He'd hoped Jooyeon would have stayed how he was the day before. Not that that was something he wanted to be thinking about, but it seemed Jooyeon had decided he wasn't getting a choice.
"Got me up, but you already knew that," he grinned at Jungsu's blush spreading to his ears, but turned serious a second later. "Don't want you to feel bad, you know. It's okay. I don't expect you to do it again."
"What if I want to?"
Jooyeon went quiet, eyes darting to Jungsu's hand on the table after his spoon clattered into the bowl. The nervous gnawing on his bottom lip let Jungsu know he hadn't thought that far, and it was endearing, in a way. Jungsu couldn't help himself from reaching to tuck Jooyeon's hair behind his ear, mostly out of habit, but the way Jooyeon flinched reminded him what they were talking about.
"I thought you didn't like it?" Jooyeon's breath stuttered when Jungsu's thumb swept across his cheekbone to his ear, gulping as it trailed down to his jaw with Jungsu's palm resting on the side of his neck. "You looked terrified."
"I was. Am. Don't want to hurt you," Jungsu whispered as it passed Jooyeon's chin to the other side, getting dangerously close to how they'd been the day before. "But I haven't been able to stop thinking about it."
"You're gonna have to, I'm afraid," Jooyeon grabbed his wrist, voice shaky but with his usual spark. "Too much to do today. I'll try to behave, if that helps."
Jungsu barely felt Jooyeon's kiss before he jumped up to go back to his room, left half-hard and confused at the table. He was right—they did have a busy day planned—but that was every day. How he was supposed to act normally in front of cameras, Jungsu had no idea.
At least Jooyeon had said he'd try to behave, he supposed. He did seem to be back to his normal self. Jungsu just had to hope that try actually meant something.
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Surprisingly, Jooyeon really was on his best behaviour during their schedules. Still played up his personality with filming, of course, but in their downtime he sat politely and smiled as if Jungsu wasn't agonising over what he could possibly do. It was torture.
Being so distracted made time fly past, which Jungsu was both grateful for and detested. It meant that going home was creeping closer. Where it would usually be a relief, all he felt was dread. He couldn't tell what Jooyeon's game was.
Having him rush to sit beside him in the back of the car made it a little clearer.
"Was I good?" Jooyeon whispered into Jungsu's ear after they pulled away from the curb. "I was, right? But I know hyung has still been thinking about it."
"Yes and no," Jungsu placed his hand on Jooyeon's thigh, squeezing when he nosed at the side of his neck. "I haven't been thinking about anything."
"Oh really? So you wouldn't prefer to be doing that somewhere else?"
Jungsu's jaw tensed. Having Jooyeon act that way wasn't something he'd prepared for, especially not in a semi-public space with Jiseok and their manager up the front, and he wasn't sure how to deal with it. Telling him to stop felt mean, even more so when Jooyeon pouted, but it was all Jungsu could do. It wasn't the place for it.
They arrived home at a crawl. Jungsu considered refusing to get out when they finally pulled up at the building, but Jooyeon all but forced him out the door, barely getting the chance to say goodbye before Jooyeon dragged him past a confused looking Jiseok to rush inside.
It had to look suspicious. Jooyeon didn't seem to care in the slightest—only taking a brief moment to remove his shoes before going to Jungsu's room. Jungsu followed with a sigh, rolling his eyes at Jooyeon sitting on the edge of the bed with a grin of victory.
"You really want it that bad?" Jungsu stood between Jooyeon's legs, unable to hold back his smirk when his eyes widened. "Say please."
"I'm not begging for it," Jooyeon screwed up his nose. "Can't make me."
"Fine. Bad puppies get nothing."
Clicking his tongue, Jungsu stepped back, knowing full well that Jooyeon would give in with his reward threatened to be taken away. That was proven by Jooyeon grabbing his wrist with a devastating expression—nonverbally pleading in the way he did best—but Jungsu wasn't going to take it.
"Okay. Okay, you win," Jooyeon whined at Jungsu's raised eyebrow. "Please, hyung."
"Please what?" Jungsu leaned back in his space, gently cupping his cheek with Jooyeon's fingers still wrapped firmly around bone. "Have to use your words, puppy."
"Please… choke me."
Gently sliding his hand down to the side of his neck had Jooyeon trembling, his eyes not leaving Jungsu's when his thumb travelled to the other side, and Jungsu nearly gave in to giving a proper squeeze. Instead, he rested his palm over Jooyeon's throat lightly—just enough pressure to make him whine before taking it away.
"Not yet," Jungsu whispered with a kiss to Jooyeon's forehead. "Clothes off first."
Jooyeon had fully stripped by the time Jungsu got the lube, sitting cross-legged and nibbling the skin on his bottom lip out of habit, but he hadn't tried to touch himself. He smiled so prettily when Jungsu petted his hair that thinking of possibly hurting him ached. It was what he'd asked for, though, and Jungsu couldn't take it back.
He laid flat with his knees bent when Jungsu guided him down, tracking every movement as Jungsu dropped his clothes to the floor and crawled between them. Jungsu kept his focus on stretching Jooyeon out to not get distracted by his quiet gasps, only looking up when he started squirming too much from three fingers, but what he saw made him pause.
His hand rested high on his chest, not quite meeting his throat. It seemed like Jooyeon didn't realise what he was doing, but that wasn't the point. If Jungsu left him much longer, he was sure Jooyeon was going to choke himself, and that wasn't what either of them wanted.
"Ready, puppy?" Jungsu got Jooyeon's attention before pulling his fingers out and shuffling closer, pressing his lips to his cheek as he started pushing inside. "Such a good boy for hyung."
Watching Jooyeon's eyelids flutter when he was filled was one of Jungsu's favourite things. It was similar to Jiseok, just a little less shy, and knowing he was the one making him look like that would always make Jungsu melt.
Jooyeon obediently kept his arms above his head when Jungsu held his wrists, even after letting go, and his hair splayed out on the pillow made him look angelic as Jungsu slowly rolled his hips. The way he bared his throat, seemingly on instinct, was too tantalising to pass up.
"Stay still, Jooyeonnie," Jungsu murmured, dipping down to kiss gently across his jaw. "Want your reward, right?"
Nodding so quickly made Jungsu laugh, but he wasn't surprised Jooyeon didn't answer verbally. He looked terribly cute when Jungsu pulled back again, and if he wasn't still inside, he was sure he'd forget he was fucking Jooyeon at all. Jooyeon was always happy with cockwarming, but Jungsu knew it wasn't what he needed. He deserved the reward.
Jungsu placed his hand over Jooyeon's throat.
The squeeze was tentative, barely there, but it still made Jooyeon whimper. His eyes turned glassy with Jungsu adding more pressure—lips parted and breaths stuttering—and feeling his quickening heartbeat beneath his fingers was mesmerising.
As much as he was afraid to hurt him, Jungsu found Jooyeon too beautiful to stop. His little 'ah, ah, ah' sounds made Jungsu fuck into him faster, desperate to hear and feel more, and Jooyeon was clearly getting close.
"Please," he whispered through breathy moans, grabbing at Jungsu's hand to make him hold tighter. "Don't stop. Want more."
Jungsu kept the pressure as Jooyeon wanted, groaning from the effort and chasing his own high, and watching Jooyeon's eyes roll back was his undoing. Jooyeon trembled when Jungsu went still with a deep moan, come landing on his skin without needing to be touched, scrabbling weakly at Jungsu's chest until he finally released his throat.
"Good boy," Jungsu's voice wavered at the sight of Jooyeon's chest heaving, but his pleased smile helped ease the nervousness setting in. "Feel okay?"
"Okay?" Jooyeon looked at him like he'd lost his mind, throwing his arms over Jungsu's shoulders to hold him close. "Hyung, you were perfect."
Ignoring the mess, Jungsu flipped them to have Jooyeon as a warm, weighted blanket, letting him nuzzle against the side of his neck happily as their hearts slowed.
Untangling the knots in Jooyeon's hair helped soothe the lingering feeling that he'd done something wrong. Jungsu knew that he hadn't, not really, but it wasn't easy to shake. Jooyeon was better at reading people than he let on.
"Hey," he lifted his head to look at Jungsu properly. "Thank you for doing this for me. I really liked it. Promise."
Pulling Jooyeon's head back to his shoulder to avoid his wide, earnest eyes, Jungsu knew he had the best puppy in the world. Bratty as he was, Jooyeon would always be a good boy.
