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Jungwon’s light voice cuts through the relatively silent salon like a crystal clear chime.
“Is my hair okay?”
Jay turns his head to the side where Jungwon is seated, currently fluffing up his hair and scanning himself in the mirror, and by all means, does Jay’s jaw drop. It takes a second for his mouth to catch up with his brain, and even then, it’s less than fruitful, “Uh—”
The hair stylist coos at Jungwon and bats away his frantic fingers, “Of course!” The boy scrunches up his nose in disbelief just as the stylist sweeps his bangs with featherlight touches, as if moving his bangs half a centimeter to frame his face perfectly made all the difference, which it did, judging by how hard Jake was staring.
Sunghoon adjusts his pants (fucking pervert, Jay thinks). Jungwon going blonde was very much the correct decision. Not so much for their hearts, or their dicks, sure, but he was a sight to behold indeed.
Jay stutters and Riki cackles at him, but with his red cheeks, he’s not faring any better either. He just barely hears Heeseung asking Sunghoon, “Did he always glow like that?” like an actual dumbass.
Jungwon was always pretty, but Jesus Christ, this was bordering on otherworldly. Every time he blinked it was like watching a butterfly flap its wings in slow motion. His pretty eyes only intensified when framed by the light strands. Jungwon didn’t look like a pretty, innocent fuckdoll that had that adorable kittenish charm anymore. No. He was absolutely beautiful, dripping with sex and mischief. Feline. Irresistible.
Heeseung could easily see this Jungwon half-lidded and falling into the sheets with him, teasing him all the way, maybe even taking some control. Riki envisioned him bent over the counter, peering at him over his shoulder with a smirk and a glint in those pretty eyes.
“It’s good.” Jay chokes out, but Jungwon doesn’t seem to catch that, or any of the reactions going on behind him for that matter, as he’s way too intent on angling his face multiple ways in the mirror. His eyes narrow into a scrutinizing squint, like a focused little feline, and Sunghoon just about implodes.
Between Riki who had a blistering red face, Sunghoon and Jake with embarrassing boners, Jay with clammy hands, and Heeseung with cement bricks for feet, only Sunoo was actually able to stand up from his own chair and approach the blonde angel. “You look great, Jungwonie,” He coos, pinching Jungwon’s cheeks and smushing them a bit, “So pretty. The blonde really suits you.”
Sunoo rests his hands on Jungwon’s broad shoulders as they both appraise him in the mirror. It’s only then that Jungwon turns away from his reflection to stare up at Sunoo, somewhat imploringly, in disbelief. Wide-eyed and pupils the size of a coin, he simpers, “Really, hyung?”
And honestly, how was that fair for anyone? Jungwon with his head tipped back, pretty round eyes gazing up at Sunoo, his voice light and delicate as always, and the blonde gossamer strands contrasting the pink of his lips. Such a sweet, pleading tone, so easy to just grab his pretty hair and force something between his lips, something to make him choke and tear up and—
The tips of Sunoo’s ears turn red. That was fast. “Y-Yes, Wonie, definitely.” He lets out a nervous chuckle and turns away with a quick flip of his hair, exiting the dressing room in mere seconds.
It was bad when they first saw Jungwon’s hair. Team synergy went down that day because everyone separated to jerk off in their own rooms (Riki and Jake had to fight over the bathroom). And that was before hair, styling, and makeup. That was barefaced Jungwon with newly-dyed hair, merely swaddled in his staple oversized hoodie and baggy pants.
Once promotions rolled around, it was like a flip was switched. But here’s the thing: they’re not allowed to get frisky with each other during promotions—that’s their golden rule to their rather convoluted arrangement. It’s only during breaks and slow seasons they could fool around, and definitely not peak comeback season, which it unfortunately was at the moment.
But then, pretty boy dyes his hair blonde and everyone goes crazy. Go figure.
Everyone was absolutely dying to try and keep Jungwon for themselves. If Riki successfully gets Jungwon into his bed for cuddles, then Sunghoon somehow finds a way to shove his tall ass into the bed with them (not without a fist to Sunghoon’s cheek and a kick to Riki’s ribs).
They’re lucky Jungwon is as dense as a brick wall when it comes to these things. Especially when it’s comeback season. As a perfectionist and their leader, Heeseung highly doubts Jungwon even thinks about sex, not even for a split second. It’s hard to shake him from this mood when he gets into it.
So innocent and upstanding, such the perfect little leader. God, Heeseung wanted to break him. Make him cry and cry out names he’d otherwise be too embarrassed to say. Properly use him and leave him bruised, because Jungwon loves that, and he especially loves it when it’s his Heeseung hyung doing it, because he can naturally succumb to the eldest and forget all of his duties as the appointed leader of the group.
It’s an itch he never gets to scratch during promotions. Being dumb and pushed around at the will of others. Heeseung misses when he could do absolutely anything he wanted to Jungwon—fuck him early in the morning, make him suck cock in the shower—and placate any of his fussiness with a simple “Do what hyung says, hm?”
If Jungwon were a lesser man, then surely he would have succumbed to his hyungs’ numerous attempts to shake him from his staunch dedication to remaining professional. But Jungwon is good. He is kind. He is mature. He is not controlled by his dick unlike the rest of his members are.
But that doesn‘t stop Heeseung (or others) from at least indulging himself. And maybe he wants to plant a seed or two in Jungwon’s mind, but really, who’s counting? So what if he uses his “I’m the hyung” card and pulls Jungwon away from everyone, just to plant him on his lap while he plays?
It’s not like he’s forcing Jungwon to sink to his knees and open up his pretty pink lips, tussling his golden strands so they fall over his impossibly beautiful eyes. No. Heeseung is considerate. He only thinks about doing it. Just like how he thinks and wills his penis to not jump and scare Jungwon away.
“I’m sleepy, hyung,” Jungwon whines, his melodious little voice so soft and tired. He shifts in Heeseung’s lap.
“But I miss you.” Heeseung croons, tickling Jungwon on the top of his head slightly, before adjusting the boy on his lap. He’s so warm. “And I want you to be here while I play.”
Jungwon sighs, clearly not as enthusiastic about sitting there as Heeseung seems to be, but his body relaxes in the older boy’s arms. The older boy even insisted that he leave his phone on the table—so what if Heeseung was a little attention-starved. “But I thought you were quitting League? What happened?”
“I was,” he admits with a shrug. “But... I need an outlet.”
Jungwon glances up at him, eyes still half-lidded. “For what?”
Heeseung pauses, his fingers brushing across Jungwon’s shoulder, the touch light but lingering. Immediately his mind rushes with a multitude of images: Jungwon’s soft pink lips, the memory of his small body against Heeseung’s broader one, the leader pushed down against his gaming table to take his cock like a good boy.
“Well... just stress,” he says, his tone casual, even though his answer is really sexual frustration. If he lets these thoughts plague him without a way to actualize his impulses, he might actually go crazy with desire, and Heeseung has never been one to shake off his motivations easily. So gaming is the best outlet he can possibly get into without forcing Jungwon onto his knees and shoving his cock in between the leader’s lips.
“Okay.” Jungwon accepts that easily, allowing his chin to perch on Heeseung’s broad shoulder, before he melts further and his face ends up pressed against Heeseung’s collar bones instead. “You’re warm...” he murmurs, voice drowsy.
Heeseung smiles down at him, his hand moving slowly to trace the line of Jungwon’s back, feeling the heat of his skin through the fabric. “And you’re soft,” Heeseung whispers, more to himself than anything, “Sweet little thing. My tiny Jungwonie.”
Jungwon’s eyes flutter, his eyelids heavy as he gives a lazy, sleepy laugh. “Stop,” he mumbles, his hand absently playing with the sleeve of Heeseung’s hoodie. “You’re so annoying, hyung.”
“I could fit you in my pocket, really.” Heeseung coos, wrapping one long arm around Jungwon’s tiny waist.
The leader lets out something akin to a growl. “Just because you’re tall, that doesn’t make me short.”
“I’m tall and you’re short. How about that?”
“I’m ignoring you.”
Heeseung smirks even though the younger boy can’t see it. “Would you say I’m… big?”
Jungwon sighs, resigned, and swats Heeseung across his chest. “Just go play your game.”
“What’s the fun in having you on my lap without talking to you?”
“Well, sometimes when I’m on your lap, it’s not about talking, you know?” The younger boy snides, but it’s all in good fun, lighthearted little jab at Heeseung’s lechery and his own submissiveness.
Ah. That’s in reference to all the times Heeseung has pulled Jungwon onto his lap, commanding the younger boy to sink down on his cock, to not move until he says so. He doesn’t give Jungwon any pleasure until after each game, and even then, what he gives so generously is only a fraction of how he normally fucks the leader.
“Hyung,” Jungwon would gasp, rolling his sinful hips in little circles, nearly sobbing with heavy tears dripping out of his pretty eyes, “hyungie, please…!”
Although Jungwon did make a compelling case, Heeseung liked Jungwon when he was strung out and denied multiple times of what he wanted. It was easy to give into Jungwon when he begged. Too easy. Heeseung still wants Jungwon to work for it, to prove that he’s good, that he can listen when he’s commanded to do so.
And all Heeseung would do is snap his hips up in between games (sometimes even in the middle of one), or offer his mouth for Jungwon to simper into, or his lips for Jungwon to whisper pleas against. It always ended with Jungwon flushed, overstimulated from barely anything, getting fucked so hard against the table that the desktop threatened to fall, or taking it so well that the headboards would slam against the wall.
All while whispering about how tiny Jungwon was compared to him, how utterly small and defenseless he’d be if Heeseung really chose to hurt him, to give it to him the way his darkest fantasies prompted him to.
Jungwon’s not saying that to tempt Heeseung, though, he knows that much. He’s only reminding Heeseung, chiding, to make a simple joke, so Heeseung doesn’t bite on the low-hanging fruit to turn the moment into something sexual.
Heeseung is good and won’t flirt with Jungwon, because he believes it’ll come in due time. And he prides himself in having more self-restraint than the other members, who will surely act like fools in front of him—he’ll be patient and nice. He’s happy with what he can get now, even if all he really wants to do right now is make out with the little leader or have him suck Heeseung’s cock under the table while he plays his game.
The older boy merely lets out a chuckle, “Touche.”
They make idle talk about practices and the comeback itself, not really encroaching on anything deeper than surface level, because Heeseung just wants to talk Jungwon to sleep. It’s absolutely adorable when Jungwon’s replies start to get delayed or his words jumble up.
After one last comment about how well they did in training earlier and making dinner plans for tomorrow, they fall silent. Heeseung simply continues with his game, feeling Jungwon’s body grow heavier and his breathing grow steadier as time passes.
It’s peaceful.
Until it’s not.
The door creaks open. Jake pops his head in, followed by Jay, and then finally Riki. Their eyes are wide as they scope the room but eventually land on the prize: Jungwon, sleeping peacefully on Heeseung’s lap, curled up charmingly.
Jake grins, clearly amused. “Hyung, it looks like you’ve got a passenger.”
Riki makes grabby hands. “Mind if we—”
Heeseung glares at the intruders in his room. He feels like throwing his computer at them. “And he’s not going anywhere,” Heeseung replies, a quiet but firm tone in his voice.
Jay raises an eyebrow, glancing between the two. “You want him to wake up with back pain?”
“If I let him go with you guys, he’ll probably end up with back pain regardless.”
Heeseung swears to God, if they wake Jungwon up somehow, he’s going to roundhouse each and every single one of them.
Jake smiles and winks at Heeseung. “That’s the plan.”
Riki tries to make a quick attack, launching himself at Jungwon, but Heeseung is faster. He grabs a slipper and hurls it at Riki, and it somehow boomerangs to Jake, who yelps like a hurt dog.
The vultures hiss, cower, and leave the room, but not without Jay sticking him the finger and Riki sticking his tongue out at him. Jake gives him sad puppy dog eyes, still nursing his hurt bicep.
It’s gonna be a tough comeback season, that’s for sure.
“Doesn’t my hair wash me out a little?” Jungwon asks. He’s frowning at himself through his front camera, then he moves to glance up at Sunghoon with his impossibly pretty, dark eyes. He blinks slowly up at Sunghoon, almost like a cat, buried in a heap of blankets, and Sunghoon’s mind goes a mile a million.
Sunghoon burying Jungwon into the sheets with powerful thrusts, forcing himself inside the tight boy, or Sunghoon making Jungwon come again and again, to the point tears start to travel to his pretty blonde hair from how far he’s thrown his head back on the bed, and—
“Are you sure it’s nice?”
He shifts in his own bed. He’s hard again and his boner hurts. “Of course, Jungwonie,” he smiles, “Everyone thinks so. It’s not just the fans being suck-ups.” Sunghoon jokes lightly, and there it is, Jungwon’s little cat eyes upturn and twinkle once more. Then he hides his face imperceptibly.
“Thanks.” He says, muffled in the blankets, now facing away from Sunghoon. He’s so cute Sunghoon just wants to grip his tiny face in his big hands and stuff his mouth full of cock. He was really quite irresistible to Sunghoon.
There’s something in the way Jungwon burrows his face into the blankets, something erotic and unbearably adorable. Maybe it’s because Sunghoon loves fucking Jungwon in his bed: the sheets all rumpled, half-dressed boy underneath him, clawing at his pillow when the ministrations get too much. It was so intimate: Jungwon letting him into his sacred space to defile and dirty him. Their perfect, pristine, innocent little leader, ravaged in his own sheets by his older member.
Jungwon had that effect on him. Sunghoon wouldn’t call himself particularly wild, or rough, but he had the tendency to go in that direction when it came to fucking Jungwon. He just reacted so prettily, so sweet and polite and dumb, usually with drool slipping out of his mouth and his high-pitched voice turning into a slutty whine. He pushed and pushed at his limits until Jungwon screamed so loud Sunghoon would stuff his mouth with fabric or shut him up with his fingers.
The don’t worry about it dies on his tongue. Maybe his mouth is too dry. He gets a better idea to go on Twitter and search up Jungwon’s name. He saves multiple pictures and likes some tweets that scream over how good Jungwon looks in blonde—there, problem solved, his mouth is dry no longer because he’s salivating. He doesn’t know whether Jungwon is blind or stupid to not realize how beautiful he looks in blonde.
“You know,” Sunghoon starts, almost involuntarily, fingers tracing absent shapes on his mattress, “you look really, really good in blonde. Like a nice kitty.”
He sees Jungwon’s shoulders tense up. He knows the effect that word has on Jungwon. It’s like a code between them. But that only happens for a split second, because Jungwon has enough self-control and maturity to know there’s a time and place for everything (unlike his members). “You always say that anyway.” Jungwon laughs lightly, brushing it off.
Sunghoon smirks when Jungwon turns to face him once more, hand suspended in the air. He was scrolling through Twitter. “Maybe because I mean it every time. ‘S part of your appeal: so innocent, but not quite.”
Jungwon laughs again, a little nervous this time, clearly not expecting to be dragged into this kind of conversation. “Sunghoonie hyung, you’re ridiculous.” He glances at his phone screen, pretending to focus on an incoming text, but it’s clear his mind isn’t really there.
Sunghoon leans back on his elbows, watching him with a look that’s half-teasing, half-calculating. All he has to do is find the right tone, the right segue into that part of Jungwon’s mind—“You know exactly what I’m talking about. You’re always trying to be all good and proper, and that’s fucking hot to me, don’t get me wrong, but when you let yourself go…”
He drops his voice lower, “When you let me call you kitty and good boy, well—that’s a crowd favorite.”
Jungwon shifts uneasily, his hands adjusting the collar of his thin shirt as if he’s trying to cover up something—futile, because Sunghoon’s seen every part of his body—and it’s those little movements that get Sunghoon so hot and bothered.
Before he knows it, Sunghoon is striding over to Jungwon’s bed, placing his large, warm hand on top of Jungwon’s head. He smiles down at the younger boy, who only looks up at him with, what, disbelief, indignation?
“Come on, Jungwonie, don’t act like you don’t enjoy the attention,” Sunghoon looms over Jungwon, voice softer now, but with an edge to it, “especially when it comes from me.” He leans forward just slightly, invading Jungwon’s space, and he presses, “You know I’m getting all worked up right now, right?”
Jungwon is quiet for a moment, too quiet, and Sunghoon knows there are a million thoughts racing in that pretty blonde head of his. God, what Sunghoon would give just to pull on his hair to get his attention back on Sunghoon.
But when he speaks, it’s with the same casual deflection that he always uses. Or maybe he really is being casual right now, because the leader’s self-restraint and obliviousness were a nightmare of a mix. “You’re seriously too much.” Jungwon says, a smile tugging at the corner of his lips, swatting Sunghoon’s hand away and pushing him slightly.
“So I’ve been told. By you, actually, when I’m inside—”
Huffing, he says, “You’re not my type.”
Sunghoon chuckles, clearly unfazed. “Right. So you just let every boy who’s ‘not your type’ fuck your mouth when you ask?”
Jungwon bristles like a cat. “Go away, hyung!”
Sunghoon drops his voice lower. He has got to break Jungwon somehow before he has a mental break. “Aw, Jungwonie, don’t be like that…” The air goes still as Sunghoon trails off. Jungwon waits with bated breath before Sunghoon croons, “Hyung really wants to show you how much he likes your blonde hair.”
Say yes, he thinks, because he can taste Jungwon’s sloppy kisses on his tongue already, and he can feel Jungwon’s soft skin under his palms. All he has to do is climb onto the bed and bury himself into Jungwon’s velvety soft heat—muscle memory, really. And for Jungwon’s sass, he thinks he’ll spit in the young leader’s mouth, because the only things that should be coming out of those pretty lips are yes and please.
“And what does that entail?” He asks, low and steady, lashes fluttering without him even knowing it. That entails me fucking you until you’re stuffed full of my cum, Sunghoon wants to coo, me finishing on you until your pretty hair is all matted and gross.
Instead, Sunghoon only laughs. “The usual.”
Jungwon doesn’t say anything, only huffing and turning over to hide his face in his blankets. Sunghoon’s left looming over him.
With that, he lets the younger boy’s thoughts run wild. Jungwon shuffles a bit and lets out a shaky breath that has Sunghoon’s senses on high alert. The older ones have talked about it before, how easy it is to get Jungwon to drop when they refer to themselves as “hyung.” Yes, Sunghoon thinks with a growing smile, come and be good for me.
In a quick second, Sunghoon envisions himself cumming all over Jungwon’s face and staining his pristine blonde hair. Smearing the sticky white liquid across the kitty’s face like milk, letting the cat get the cream like it always does. Wants to keep the cum on Jungwon’s face until it’s gross, until Jungwon cries for Sunghoon to wipe it off, until the other members get to see and appraise him like a pretty, used toy.
Jungwon turns over and peers over his shoulder, still bundled up in his thick white blanket, but with a twinkle in his eye nonetheless, “Thank you, but that’s not necessary, hyungie.”
Sunghoon blinks.
Then he blinks again.
Well. Seems like Sunghoon’s gonna have to rub himself out tonight.
Sunoo’s not exactly into fucking Jungwon, but they do fool around in other ways: sucking each other’s cocks, rubbing against each other, making out, or jerking each other off. There’s just something about having control over someone without actually having to fuck them that gets Sunoo hot and bothered. It’s the type of dominance that’s most unique in their group, as the others always had something to gain —they always wanted to finish on or inside Jungwon.
But Sunoo could get off on just controlling the younger boy alone. After all, he took all of Jungwon’s teasing and joking remarks like a professional, so it was only fair that Sunoo would tease him back in other ways.
So when the opportunity to sit next to Jungwon in the van presents itself, Sunoo takes it in a flash. Because the two of them never really ventured into penetration like the others did, that meant they got to experiment in more adventurous ways, and that included activities in the van, surrounded by their members, managers, and the driver. They’d always rush to the back of the van—making out in the dark, rubbing each other without making eye contact, and sometimes even jerking the other off.
With their arrangement set in place, however, that means they don’t have to take the back of the van, and Sunoo can instead resort to other means of hoarding Jungwon’s attention. Just because Sunoo didn’t think with his dick, that didn’t mean he was blind—Jungwon was absolutely stunning with his new hair color.
So he squishes himself next to Jungwon and drags the younger boy onto his lap. A simple, innocent move. They displayed their affection all the time. Resting his chin on Jungwon’s shoulder, he whispers lowly, “I really like your hair.”
Jungwon hums in appreciation. “Thanks, hyungie. Means a lot coming from the natural blonde himself.”
Sunoo laughs. “Ever the charmer.” He squeezes Jungwon’s lithe body in his arms.
He lets the chatter of their members fill the van’s silence. Jake is talking about how he thinks that was their best run yet, and all Heeseung can talk about is how much he needs to take a piss. Sunoo suggests they incorporate aegyo into their next ending fairy and Sunghoon makes a sound akin to a dying whale.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with acting cute!” Jungwon pouts. “The fans love it when we do that. Especially when the hyungs do it,” he giggles, looking back at them and wiggling his eyebrows. “It’s not everyday you guys give up the cool guy act!”
Sunghoon blanks for a bit at the vision before him. “Okay, we can do it next time.”
At that, Sunoo laughs, smug with victory, and a little incredulously at how easy it was for Sunghoon to agree with Jungwon.
The older boy squeezes Jungwon tighter and tugs him closer to his chest. “Jungwon-ah,” Sunoo whispers, “Can hyung do something with your hair?”
Jungwon’s response is delayed. The boy had dozed off. “What is it?” he mumbles.
Sunoo’s fingers hover above Jungwon’s fluffy blonde hair, the silky strands under Sunoo’s sharp scrutiny. “Just wanna try some things.” The soft light filtering through the car window caught the highlights in Jungwon’s hair, making it look like threads of spun gold. “Some things I’ve been meaning to try.” He teases.
“Oh, okay,” Jungwon laughs, agreeable as always, and his head knocks back into Sunoo’s playfully, “Go ahead.”
Without a word, Sunoo gently placed his hand on Jungwon’s head, his fingers sinking into the silkiness there. So pretty, he wants to croon.
If Sunoo grabbed his hair and pulled it right now, would Jungwon squeal like he always does when Sunoo’s being mean? Would he cry out, or just cry like a baby? His fingers move through Jungwon’s hair, threading through it with slow, deliberate movements, sometimes brushing his fingertips against the sensitive spots in Jungwon’s scalp.
The younger boy leaned back a little, his head tilting to give Sunoo more space. He sighs, totally at peace with his Sunoo hyung. It’s a far cry from the squawks and the hoots behind them.
Sunoo’s fingers move with practiced ease. He always braided his noona’s hair. He even knew how to do it without a hair tie—just a simple flick of the fingers and a free strand of hair, and Sunoo could secure it with no problem. Taking a section of Jungwon’s hair, he starts to weave the soft locks into a small, simple braid.
“Are you… braiding my hair?” Jungwon inquires softly. It’s times like this where Sunoo truly feels like the hyung between them. On other days, Jungwon was naughty, always playing tricks on Sunoo and teasing him like the others would. But out of all the hyungs, when it came to it, Jungwon always listened to Sunoo the best.
“Yes I am,” he coos, “just sit still and be good for hyung, okay?”
He feels a kick in the back of his chair. Riki was probably trying to sabotage him, or tell Sunoo to back the fuck off—he almost wants to laugh at how wild the other members are beginning to act, morphing into cavemen more than the upstanding men they should be.
“Okay.” Jungwon agrees. So sweet. So easy. And really, Sunoo wants to laugh at Heeseung’s expression in the rear view mirror. Pervert.
The longer Sunoo continues, the more he can feel Jungwon’s breathing start to become more labored, his head lolling back and forth in pliance. One of the best things about Jungwon was how reactive he was: if he felt good, he never failed to say so, never failed to moan or whimper or purr. And this body language was delicious.
With each pull, Sunoo’s grip tightened slightly, his fingers threading through the blonde locks and pulling them into place. He tugs the strands a little harder than what was required (because as much as he loved Jungwon sighing in relaxation, he also loved Jungwon’s little hisses of pain, like a disgruntled kitty.)
There’s urgency brewing in everyone. Their agreement was no promotional periods, only during breaks or towards the end of comeback season. But they really, really wanted to fuck Jungwon in his blonde hair, even just once.
Idols could change hair colors mid-comeback and they could not risk that—everyday was like a ticking time bomb, with the members on edge about when they’d finally get to put their hands on their pretty leader, when they’d get an opportunity to push him down and ravish him. And Sunoo was going to enjoy blonde Jungwon as much as he could.
“Why does it feel like you've done this before?” Jungwon murmured, facing him with a coy little turn, with a smile tugging at the corner of his lips.
Sunoo laughed, his eyes twinkling with mischief. “Maybe I just have a hidden talent.” And their faces are so close together that Sunoo just wanted to fully dig his hands into Jungwon’s hair and bring him closer, to connect their lips and kiss Jungwon until they were both swollen and messy, but Sunoo had respect for Jungwon’s boundaries.
The younger boy breaks eye contact, but not without a little glance to Sunoo’s lips and a blush on his cheeks. Sunoo completes the first braid and begins on a second one, and he decides he’s hungry for more of Jungwon’s reactions, so he allows his fingertips to brush the back of Jungwon’s neck this time.
Jungwon jolts up, his spine going ramrod straight, as he lets out an embarrassing little squeak. “S-Sorry,” he laughs breathlessly, “I’m sensitive there.”
Oh, I know, Sunoo wants to remark, but their manager is right in the front seat, and he’d rather not get scolded by him, or torn into pieces by the other members. He can basically smell their jealousy already.
Sunoo sees Jake looking at them enviously from the rear view mirror, eyes dark and face somewhat flushed. Jungwon does make a pretty picture like this: dainty little braids in his hair, his fluffy strands being yanked on by Sunoo, and the nearly imperceptible glassiness of his eyes.
When the third small braid was finally completed, he finished it off with his little trick, hands lingering for just a second longer than necessary. Running his thumb along the braid, Sunoo lets a satisfied hum escape.
“There,” he said, his voice playful but warm. “Now you look even prettier.”
Jungwon reached up to touch his hair. He angles his head just to catch his reflection in the mirror, and Sunoo doesn’t miss the way the tips of his ears go pink. “Well, thank you, hyungie,” the leader says sweetly, toying around with the braids, “They’re cute.”
Sunoo grips Jungwon’s soft hair and swivels the boy’s head around to face the rest of the members behind them. Jake’s mouth hangs open slightly. Riki drops his phone on the floor like an idiot. Jay wants to reach out and touch the braids.
“Isn’t he so cute?” Sunoo smiles innocently. Jungwon’s trying to push him away, (“hyung, stop, it’s embarrassing!”) attempting to turn back around and hide his face, but the older boy allows his grip to tighten just a smidge, enough to lock Jungwon in place.
“So cute.” tumbles out of Sunghoon’s mouth dumbly.
“The cutest.” Jay says in English, just to show off. Heeseung kind of wants to uppercut him.
“The most adorable.” Jake says it in English, too, just to show off and piss Jay off.
“Abominable.” Riki says.
Jungwon’s face drops. “What?”
Jay guffaws. “Dumbass.”
“I’ll get you a thesaurus for Christmas, Riki, don’t worry.”
“I mean—” Riki stammers, “Adorable.”
“What the fuck?” Heeseung cackles, but he doesn’t get to laugh for more than two seconds before Riki is headlocking him and choking him, tussling around the back of the car.
Jungwon turns around. “Alright…”
Riki trails into the living room. His mouth cracks open in a sly smile, the corners of his mouth tugging upwards, and his gaze turning so dark that, if Jungwon looked at him in that split second, he surely would’ve known what Riki wanted.
Jungwon looked damn good on that couch, even if he was dressed in a simple cardigan and a thin white shirt underneath. His legs are swaddled in a fur blanket that Sunoo had gifted him. On screen is a standard umbrella scene from this year’s most popular drama.
It’s only been a while since Riki and Jungwon had first started fooling around, but by God did Riki catch up to his hyungs in record time. After their first time, Riki was like a man starved, always pulling Jungwon into tiny spaces in public areas, ushering him into the dressing room, dragging him to his bedroom, so much so that the hyungs had started to complain. He got Jungwon even on days that were beyond the constraints of the agreement, but Jungwon always waved them away, saying they’ve always had their turns, and it’s Riki’s time to play now.
It didn’t help that Riki didn’t like sharing or an audience, either. Everyone had more or less gotten used to sharing. Riki didn’t like that concept. His time with Jungwon was with him and him alone.
Riki was a starved, crazed, insatiable man. Jungwon didn’t actually know how every little thing could turn Riki on—if he blinked a certain way, if he hummed a light little tune, if he somehow exposed his soft belly or bent over innocently. And it was so easy to get Jungwon to do his bidding: after all, out of everyone, Jungwon had a sweet spot for him. Being the second youngest and the leader, Jungwon’s only baby was technically Riki.
Maybe it set off some type of maternal instinct in Jungwon, or if he pitied him, Riki didn’t know. All he knew was that he was eternally grateful for the special treatment he (more often than not) received, and the rest of the hyungs could suck it.
He got to fuck Jungwon when the older boy was still drowsy with sleep (ruffled hair, soft thighs, pliant body), because Jungwon allowed Riki to slip into his bed whenever he wanted. He got to join Jungwon in the shower because the older boy just couldn’t say no to “saving water.”
Maybe the thing Riki misses most—other than Jungwon’s soft body and pretty cries—was Jungwon’s high, clear, and chiming voice calling him “hyung” while he was getting fucked into the mattress, barely able to take what Riki was giving him. Now that was a treat.
Before Jungwon let Riki play with him, the younger boy had always jerked himself off nearly raw to that thought, the vision of teasing, stubborn, upstanding leader under him, calling him Riki hyung in that sweet, honey-coated voice of his. So innocent.
“Oh, hi Riki!” Jungwon coos, shuffling an inch to the edge of the couch to pat the space beside him, “Come sit, I’m just watching a drama that’s been trending… Not sure what the difference is from—”
Riki drowns out Jungwon’s chatter as his feet automatically make their way to the couch. Jesus, he might as well have run with the rate he was going at.
“—nowadays, I think all dramas—”
Jungwon’s fuzzy grey cardigan slips off his shoulder, leaving the sleeve of the cotton shirt exposed. The collar is tugged downward, though, following the direction of the cardigan. His big eyes reflect the drama in their darkness. Riki thinks he could watch the whole thing by just staring into the leader’s eyes.
Riki kind of wants to call him mommy. It’s only right for someone like Jungwon, whose presence was calming, comforting, and all things warm and fuzzy. He should fuck Jungwon in calf-length cream-colored fuzzy socks to match his hyung’s hair. He’d be so pretty.
Riki settles into the couch properly, but not without propping Jungwon up by his waist and angling him the way he wants Jungwon to sit. The older boy’s little oh of surprise doesn’t go unnoticed. (To Riki, barely anything goes unnoticed when it comes to Jungwon.)
“Did you want some food?” Jungwon inquires sweetly as Riki angles his own body in a comfortable position. This way, he can comfortably lean his cheek on Jungwon’s chest and avoid neck pain. He slips a hand under Jungwon’s thin shirt, cupping the older boy’s soft tummy and rubbing it absentmindedly. Riki kind of wants to fuck him pregnant, too, even though he knows it’s not possible.
The rough skin of his palms against Jungwon’s soft white tummy makes them both shiver imperceptibly. “No,” Riki says. His voice comes out more coarse than expected. “I’m alright. I just want to rest here for a bit.”
By “rest here” Riki meant pressing his cheek into Jungwon’s soft chest and running his fingers over his soft tummy. Jungwon was so sensitive, the combination of the cold air and Riki’s teasing touches probably had his nipples perked up already. Riki bets that if he lifted Jungwon’s shirt, he’d see the pink, full bodied flush run down his soft tummy.
He can just imagine it. It’d be so easy to slip Jungwon’s cardigan off his shoulder and mouth at his nipples through the nearly see-through shirt he had on. Suck on the little nubs until Jungwon’s tiny cock was spitting out precum onto his own soft belly. Make his breaths shallow and rapid and labored. Get Jungwon hot and squirming under him, spreading his thighs obediently, making way for Riki’s body in between his thighs.
Riki has to ask. Jungwon would probably say yes, anyway.
“Jungwonie hyung, do you want to—”
“Oh, Lovely Runner!” Judging by the slight accent, Riki knew the person he had to suffocate tonight was Jake.
The soft body beneath him jolts and twists to greet the owner of the voice. “Yes! You know this, hyung?”
Jake comes up beside Jungwon, next to the arm of the chair, and pats Jungwon’s head. He rests his hand on Jungwon’s head, rubbing it softly and ruffling the blonde strands. It made him look fucked out and used—the eldest nearly forgets to speak because he’s so distracted by how the light strands fell into Jungwon’s dark eyes—”Just started watching it last week. How is it?”
“Come watch with us!” Jungwon nearly sings.
Jake’s bright smile turns impish at that. Riki glares at him to stay away, but of course, it’s water off a duck’s back to Jake. The eldest simply taps Jungwon’s head and says “scoot.”
And Jungwon follows, because that’s what Jungwon does. He follows just as well as he leads. But Riki doesn’t take well to authority (well, unless Jungwon scolds him, commands him not to touch, and then teaches Riki a lesson by riding him so hard he sees stars), so he says, “I have no more space. There’s a chair right there.”
Jungwon hisses and swats Riki’s head, muttering and telling him to move his ass. Riki grips onto Jungwon’s soft stomach tighter as if that’d do anything.
Behind Jungwon, Jake gives him the finger. Riki sticks his tongue out at him.
But eventually Jake is able to squeeze his ass in between the arm of the sofa and Jungwon’s soft body, and now Riki’s long body is bent in an awkward position, still stubbornly hooked onto Jungwon’s soft, warm tummy. Like a kid and his favorite stuffed toy, Riki refused to let go, even if that meant his spine was impossibly curved and his leg was nearly off the sofa.
The eldest slings an arm across the back of the couch where Jungwon’s leaning. Jake thinks he’s sooo fucking smooth. Riki digs a nail into the skin of Jake’s forearm.
With a quiet hiss, Jake’s arm jolts upwards and he chokes on a yelp, but it works in his favor anyway, because his signature suave smile and soft tone are back. “I’ll give you a head massage, Jungwonie,” says the Devil, “You must be so stressed right now. Comebacks are hard, hm?”
“A bit.” Jungwon mumbles shyly, shifting in his spot like a little angel, and oh God, Riki has to fuck him stupid before he combusts, “That sounds really great, thank you Jake hyung.”
“Of course.” Jake croons. Riki vomits in his mouth. He knows the older boy loves it when Jungwon’s polite and pliant, because he himself loves it, and a pervert knows another pervert. It sickens him. Only Riki could be perverted over Jungwon, damn it.
Then he whispers something into Jungwon’s ear, something that Riki can’t decipher, and it makes Jungwon giggle in the cutest way. Riki has the sudden urge to bite down on Jungwon’s stomach hard to get the attention back onto Riki.
The boys are usually never this competitive over Jungwon. Most of them have learned how to wait for their turns. It’s just—something about Jungwon now, with his fluffy blonde hair contrasting his pretty pink lips and natural flush… it compelled them to hold and grab and take.
He cards his rough fingers through Jungwon’s impossibly soft strands and begins to apply pressure on his scalp. Jake scratches it, squeezes it, rubs it, and even tugs on the roots once in a while for variety—it has Jungwon’s breathing going shallow and his legs going squirmy. (A little devil on Jake’s shoulder reminds him of all the times he’s had his hands in Jungwon’s hair, shoving the pretty boy down on his cock, forcing him to take until he choked and splattered all over.)
Distantly, Jake gets the idea to call Sunoo into the room to braid Jungwon’s hair again, so Jake could jerk off properly tonight, but more people meant less attention from Jungwon, so he decides against it.
Jungwon always obeyed him so well—always let him crumple his shirt and dirty his face with Jake’s cum, followed his hyung when he was told to stick his tongue out like a slut. The thing about Jake and Jungwon is that they both swung between feeling dominant and submissive with each other, which made for extremely experimental and kinky sex. Sometimes Jungwon was the feisty kitty, oftentimes Jake was the messy puppy, Jake the pervert and Jungwon the ingenu; either way, they both ended up with cum all over each other and exhausted beyond words.
When Jungwon bossed Jake around, it was like heaven on Earth. “I swear to God, Jakey hyung,” he would say, before proceeding to ride him until Jake was utterly spent, or to suck him off until Jake barely made sense of his words anymore,“You have no idea how to use your cock. What a waste.”
Or sometimes Jungwon would make him eat him out until his jaw hurt and he could barely feel his tongue. Jake was fine with working for it, even past the point of pain, as long as it was Jungwon he was servicing. Even just a kiss would quell the fire in his stomach, because Jungwon and Jake were both damn good kissers, always straddling each other on the couch or, when antsy, on the floor of the practice rooms.
Just as Riki’s about to go through with his caveman plan of clamping down on Jungwon’s soft flesh, he feels the older boy’s small fingers weave themselves through his hair. Jungwon scratches Riki’s scalp lightly and applies just the slightest amount of pressure on his scalp, ever the sweet one.
It reminds Riki of when he gets to eat Jungwon out—his face buried in between Jungwon’s soft, warm thighs, with his fingers gripping onto Riki’s hair, and Riki’s face nearly wet with lube and saliva from teasing Jungwon’s tiny pink cock and using his tongue inside Jungwon’s tiny pink hole. Biting down on the soft flesh of his ass, sucking marks into his plush thighs, nipping at the soft flesh of his tummy.
And Jungwon’s making a low noise that sounds an awful lot like purring. Riki’s not even into the sick kitty shit like Sunghoon is, but Riki wants to do things to Jungwon that would make his low sounds turn so high and loud that he’d have to cover Jungwon’s mouth.
He wants to fuck his blonde-headed angel of a hyung so bad, but if he pulls anything now, there’s no assurance that Jungwon would agree to his advances because Jake was here, and even if he did, Riki did not like to share.
Oh God, he thinks, right as Jungwon makes an innocent little whining sound at Jake’s too-harsh tug. Riki’s gonna kill himself.
And then the stylists get the brilliant idea to curl Jungwon’s hair. To fluff it up and make him look like a proper kitten.
“This makeup is… new. It’s kinda weird, isn’t it?”
Pink.
Pink blush, pink eyeshadow, fluffy blonde hair.
So pink. Almost as pink as Jungwon when he’s flushed from exhaustion, or his natural blush peeking out after an unexpected compliment, or the flushed pink of his cock when he’s been teased far too much.
But Jungwon is too distracted in the mirror. His arms are blocking Jay’s view with how much Jungwon is fussing over his hair, his eye makeup, and his outfit. But Jay is itching to get a proper look.
“Look at hyung.” Jay murmurs. His hand comes up to grip at Jungwon’s chin—just enough pressure to let Jungwon know he should obey—and he tilts the younger to face him. The movement is easy, especially when Jungwon knows to be good.
Jay hums and asks softly, “You don’t think it looks nice?”
Jungwon’s lashes flutter a bit. He loves when Jay uses that tone on him. He’s a sweet-talker, but there’s a clear distinction between the regular soft voice he uses with Jungwon and that voice. He’s teetering on the edge and Jungwon doesn’t know if he was just hearing things.
Arousal settles in his stomach like molten hot lava, licking at his fingertips and urging his voice to drop deeper. “Hm? Answer.”
“No,” Jungwon’s words come out small, like they always do when he talks to Jay in hushed tones, “I-I don’t know. I guess I’m.. still getting used to it.” He shrinks in on himself, and the action has Jay wanting to push Jungwon onto the small couch in the corner, bend his tight little body in all sorts of ways, and fuck the younger boy until his belly bulges with his hyung’s fat cock.
The older boy lets his hand trail up to Jungwon’s hair, carding his fingers through the fluffy strands. He scratches lightly and doesn’t miss the way Jungwon shivers minutely. It takes him all his restraint to not grasp the strands tightly in a fist to watch Jungwon’s eyes water or for his soft voice to break out into a loud wail, squirming and whimpering underneath him.
This is the first time Jay’s properly been alone with Jungwon in a room since his new hair color. He almost can’t look at him in fear of what he might do to Jungwon if he stares for too long. He’s gripped with something dark and tendril-like, coiling in his belly and almost puppeteering his hands to grip Jungwon so tight he bruises.
“But you look so pretty,” Jay nearly croons, voice almost like gravel, miles away from the sweet pitch he normally takes for Jungwon (and Jungwon alone), “Don’t overthink it, hm? How many times do I have to tell you?”
Jay can see Jungwon’s internal turmoil. Words are stuck in Jungwon’s throat. Fuck. He’s getting turned on, but he’s trying so hard to be good, to abide by their arrangement. In that pretty little head, Jungwon’s instincts and his rationality are fighting tooth and nail to take over his brain. He almost feels bad for setting a struggle alight in Jungwon’s mind, especially when everyone vehemently agreed to stick by their arrangement no matter what.
But Jay is greedy and Jungwon is pretty. Too pretty. He knows just what to say to tip Jungwon over the edge, something like You’re so pretty that hyung wants to bend you over the vanity right now, or—
“I did 100 pushups yesterday.”
Jay’s head slowly turns to the side, neck nearly creaking in its movement. Sunghoon is sitting on the couch smugly. “You what?” Jay hisses out venomously.
“I did 100 pushups yesterday.” Sunghoon simply repeats. His hands are clasped together innocently, but the telltale glint in his eyes tells Jay all he needs to know. And really, when the fuck did he get in the dressing room?
Like nothing happened, Jungwon chirps a little cheerful congratulations while Jay’s eye twitches. Fucking Sunghoon. Then he smiles sardonically. “I did 105 the other day.” Nice try.
Sunghoon’s mirthful gaze flickers with challenge. “Really? Where’s your proof?”
“My arms are proof enough.” And if he flexes a little bit in front of Jungwon to prove his virility, well, no one has to know. “Look at these guns. Absolute weapons.”
“I’m the strongest on the team right now,” Sunghoon says, a little louder and slower than what was fucking necessary, “I just beat everyone’s record while at the gym yesterday. Bench pressed—”
“Really? Where’s your proof?” Jay parrots.
“That’s great!” Jungwon chimes, and suddenly Jay feels murderous.
Sunghoon throws a dazzling smile Jungwon’s way, “Thanks Wonie,” then he turns to Jay and his smile drops into a smugness that was borderline punchable, “No proof. Jake was with me. Ask him.”
At that moment, the rest of the team walks in. “Ask me what?” Jake asks.
“I broke the record at the gym yesterday and am now the strongest on the team, right? ” Sunghoon repeats, in the same voice and same tone, like an asshole, and his eyes betray him with the way they glance at Jungwon for a split second. But Jake takes one quick glance at Jungwon’s curly blonde head, too, pretty, so pretty it has him going kinda dumb, and says, “Actually, I broke that record.”
“What?!” Sunghoon yelps.
“No you didn’t.” Heeseung hisses.
“Yeah right.” Sunoo cackles.
Jay is still pissed and willing away his growing boner from earlier.
Jungwon tilts his head. “So who broke the record then?” He asks, perfect eyebrows pulled together in confusion, pink lips irresistibly shiny.
Riki speaks before he can think about it. “It was me.” He says.
Heeseung scrunches his face up so fast it’s almost comical. “What is wrong with you?”
“I—”
“Oh, great, you’re all dressed up,” their manager comes in and essentially breaks the fight that was about to ensue, “Out of the dressing room and on the stage. Now.”
Jungwon jolts up from his seat and briskly walks to the door. Riki distantly thinks he looks like a fairy. “Sorry, hyungnim, we got carried away, it won’t happen again…” his babbling grows distant as he scampers out of the dressing room like they were directed to.
They all stare blankly as Jungwon walks away. They hate to see him go, but love to watch him leave.
“His butt is so cute.” Jake sighs dreamily as he follows suit.
“It looks good.” Sunghoon says.
Heeseung hums. “Do you think we could suggest a crop top for his next—”
“Out.”
“With all due respect, I dibsed first, old man,” and clearly, no respect is given by Riki, because Heeseung’s voice turns into a low, unintelligible hiss. Jungwon rolls his eyes. Typical for the eldest and the youngest to be going at each other’s throats.
He pads into the living room, where everyone except for Sunoo (who’s out with some idol friends) and Sunghoon (who’s on the way home from a solo shoot) was lounging about. “What’re you guys talking about?” he inquires softly.
His voice is soft and melodious, and when Jay watched Jungwon enter the living room, he might as well have watched an angel come down from heaven, bells ringing and angels singing and all. Is his hair styled, or did they always fall into little waves like that?
Jay gives an award-winning smile as he shakes his head. “Nothing you should worry about, Jungwonie.” He shoots daggers at Heeseung and Riki as Jungwon treads past him.
“Okay…” He says slowly, before searching for his puffer jacket near the kitchen island, “Well, I’m going out with Taehyun hyung for dinner. Does anyone want takeout? We’ll be having ramen.”
Jungwon? Out with Taehyun? In that thin, long-sleeved, cottony shirt that showed his stunning figure? Even if he did shrug on a huge puffer coat, his collarbones were still seen, and they were too flawless for Heeseung’s liking. Normally he would’ve coaxed Jungwon into letting him bite a mark or two into the soft skin that stretched over his clavicles.
The words tumble out of Heeseung’s mouth in an instant. “Do you need a ride?”
“I can bring you there.” Jake chimes in, flashing his signature wide smile, which, to his dismay, doesn’t seem to make Jungwon blush the way it usually would.
“I’m hungry, hyung. Can I join?” Riki pouts (to which he receives a slap on the back from Jake and an eye roll from Jay). He never uses that pouty, babyish tone unless he’s trying to take advantage of Jungwon’s “Riki is my only dongsaeng” instincts. But just like Jake’s attempt, it falls on deaf ears.
Jungwon turns around. He has his dorm keys in his hands and his white puffer only makes him look like some gorgeous marshmallow. (No wallet to be seen, Heeseung notes bitterly. Taehyun, that bastard.) He blinks, almost incredulous at the commotion, as he looks at each and every one of the eager members in the living room.
And that's how Jungwon ends up with Jay, Riki, Heeseung, and Jake flanking him when he goes down to meet Taehyun in the lobby.
“Jungwon!” Taehyun stands up and smiles oh-so-brightly when he sees Jungwon exit the elevator, his blonde hair making it look like he had a halo above his head, and then four other figures exit the elevator as well, all dressed head-to-toe in black. Riki is wearing sunglasses, hands stuffed in his pockets like a delinquent. Jay is wearing a Prada blazer. In the lobby of their own dorm, no less. What the hell is wrong with them?
Taehyun smiles, a bit unsure of what he was seeing before him, “And you… all. Hello.”
“Hello.” They all answer in unison, curt and unnecessarily serious, like four stooges. Jake has gelled his hair into a ridiculous coif and Heeseung is sizing him up as if they didn’t know each other from trainee days. Riki takes out a toothpick from his pocket and chews on it.
“Sorry I was late!” Jungwon chirps, bounding over to Taehyun to give him a hug. Somehow Taehyun gets the feeling that if he wraps his arms around Jungwon, his arms will forcibly be removed, so he makes the smart choice to simply pat Jungwon on the back, as much as it pains him to. “I don’t know why, but they insisted on getting dressed up before coming down with me.” Jungwon’s laugh is like a twinkling bell and oh, Taehyun understands why.
He takes a split second to look down at Jungwon’s pretty little face: the light blonde hair framing his face, a natural pink blush on his cheeks, feline eyes as dark and as pretty as ever. “Oh, that’s okay,” Taehyun smiles, “They probably just wanted to look presentable.” And scare me off with my tail between my legs.
Jungwon rolls his eyes and daintily pushes a strand of hair away from his face. He scoffs, “Whatever. They’re so silly sometimes. Are you ready to go?”
Taehyun cracks a smile. “Yeah, I am.” Jungwon tugs at the end of Taehyun’s shirt in a pleased little motion, because that’s just Jungwon, so endearing and charming with little actions such as this one, so lovely and adorable. Taehyun feels lightheaded with affection, until he looks at the four ridiculous men in black behind them.
“Thanks for bringing him down.” He surmises a polite smile, bowing as well.
They make no move to get out of the lobby. Somehow, Jake has managed to put on a blazer as well. Heeseung is staring him down now. Riki is still chewing on that damn toothpick.
Jungwon catches Taehyun’s hesitance and turns around for himself, scowling. “Thank you,” Jungwon grits out, “Bye bye now.”
That snaps them out of the trance—Jake is now smiling and waving, Heeseung is running over to give Jungwon a hug, before Jay elbows him and plants a kiss on top of Jungwon’s pretty little head. Taehyun hears him take a deep, short inhale. Fucking freak. And Riki is still chewing on his toothpick.
The older boy lets Jungwon ramble about their comeback. The concept, the rehearsals, the styling, everything beyond and between. He just likes hearing Jungwon talk sometimes. Every now and then, he’ll offer some wise input, or a little hum, or maybe his own anecdote, but for the most part, he lets Jungwon take the wheel.
When both Jungwon and Taehyun are in the middle of promotions, that’s when the conversations tend to become fifty-fifty. But seeing as how Taehyun is currently relaxed and Jungwon is stretched thin with his schedule, the younger boy clearly needs the outlet more than he does.
He listens attentively: No Doubt being one of the groups’ favorite title tracks, Jake almost tripping in practice because the shoelaces of his ridiculously overpriced shoes wouldn’t stay tied, Riki nearly clawing Sunoo’s eye out with a prop. Schedules can be so grueling and Taehyun admires Jungwon for being appreciative of the experience as a whole.
Taehyun doesn’t even bother adding to what Jungwon said (something about Jay wanting to redesign Heeseung’s whole room). He appraises the younger boy and mutters, “Jungwon-ah, so pretty,” like he can’t help himself, “You should stay blonde forever.”
He flushes and looks down at the gyoza between them. “Everyone’s being so weird nowadays… You’re handsome too, hyung.”
“How are your members doing?” Taehyun asks, ignoring the quick praise that Jungwon threw his way. Watching Jungwon speak, move, and think was such a pleasure. Every little thing had its telltale charm.
Jungwon’s in the middle of picking up more noodles, “Huh?”
Taehyun simply repeats himself, amused. “How are they?”
“They're okay, I guess? Why do you ask?”
Cryptically, Taehyun responds, “Just wondering. There seems to be something going around right now.” And it was Jungwon flooding headlines and social media with his blonde hair, reaching record numbers with tweets and fan interactions. The younger boy looked damn good with his new hair, especially considering this is the lightest he’s ever gone, and it complemented his light features beautifully.
Everyone, and he means everyone, was falling head over heels for Jungwon’s new look. It was some sort of epidemic. Or pandemic. Semantics, Taehyun thinks.
“Like a flu?” Jungwon tilts his head, a strand falling into his face. A cute little kitten.
Jungwon’s so pretty. The affection for him was damn near infectious alright. Once someone had it, it infected the brain to think all sorts of things about Jungwon, it caused the heart to thump twice as fast, it led the fingers to itch and want to touch Jungwon in any way possible. Adrenaline and endorphins and serotonin and such. Taehyun would know because he’s a victim.
So Taehyun just smiles and simply settles for, “Of sorts.”
That seems to placate Jungwon, because soon, he’s prattling off about promotions, the latest news, some gossip, and some personal stories from the past. It was so easy to fall into Jungwon: twice as easy now that he was older and had a different charm to him than when he was younger. Taehyun wasn’t able to see Jungwon a lot due to promotions, so every time he did see Jungwon, he could instantly tell what had changed about the younger boy.
He remembered the first time he saw Jungwon again after a prolonged stretch of time—Jungwon had slightly longer hair, a more defined figure, and slimmer cheeks (just the slightest, he still had the roundest cheeks in the industry). A bit more maturity in his gaze, one that led to mischief previously undiscovered. That was the day Taehyun realized he didn’t only want to kiss Jungwon, but he wanted fuck him too. Hard. Fast, rough, until he cried, until he begged.
They never got there, though. The farthest they’ve ever gotten was Jungwon on Taehyun’s lap, grinding down incessantly, with Taehyun’s hands gripping Jungwon’s hips hard enough to bruise. With Taehyun jerking both of them off—his larger, darker cock sliding next to Jungwon’s smaller, pink cock—until they were both a filthy mess.
Before that, Jungwon had drunkenly confessed that he and his members would sometimes fuck around to relieve some stress and have fun, and God if that didn’t make a hot pit of arousal form in his stomach. Jungwon actually spreading his legs and sucking dick like the good leader he was? Taehyun had been buzzing with delight, curiosity, hunger.
His members were so lucky. And that was when Taehyun knew he could up the ante between them. Settling a hand a little too high on Jungwon’s thigh, or bumping shoulders, or resting a hand on Jungwon’s neck. He could see the younger boy’s resolve break little by little.
So, when they finally got to fool around, it had been during a time that was stressful for both of them. They both had a lot to drink, and coupled with some rising tension between them since Taehyun had become more flirty, it was only natural that they had slipped into Taehyun’s—thankfully—empty dorm.
They hadn’t even made it to Taehyun’s room. The older man had dragged Jungwon right onto his lap and licked into his mouth with such ferocity that Jungwon had momentarily become lightheaded. Jungwon touched him everywhere, with his soft hands cradling his jaw, gripping onto his shoulders, travelling down his muscled back in appreciation.
Taehyun knew he had a thing for older guys. How could he not? Being the second youngest and yet forced into the leadership position—it was a cocktail for him to yearn for someone more dominant, someone to take the reins. (Although, with the addition of Riki, maybe Jungwon just had a thing for guys who could dominate him and make him forget.)
And so they’d fall into quickies like that, sort of infrequently. Taehyun was content with that. After all, he wasn’t Jungwon’s team member, so he’d be happy with whatever he got from him. But Taehyun hadn’t been expecting Jungwon to look so fuckable with his blonde hair—long and wispy and slightly curly, a color that was almost iridescent, one that made Taehyun want to protect and break Jungwon simultaneously.
Just like earlier, Taehyun doesn’t bother adding to the conversation. Instead, all he cares to comment is, “You’re really so pretty. I can’t stop thinking about it.”
Jungwon colors in the most beautiful way at the brazen comment. Taehyun almost wants to laugh at how Jungwon looks so caught offguard. The older man raises a brow. “What, your members don’t tell you that?”
“They do,” Jungwon stutters out the truth. They tell him he’s pretty frequently, more than he thinks they realize, and oftentimes it has him feeling lightheaded and somewhat drowsy. Enchanted. Eyes averting, pink blush intensifying, “I’m just—”
Taehyun laughs. “You’re getting worked up.”
“So what?” The younger boy bristles.
“Hey, there’s nothing wrong with it, Won-ah. Let me help you do something about it.” Taehyun inches closer to him. God, if his members could see him now, he knows he’d never hear the end of it, “You have a deal with your members, right?”
Jungwon shakes his head. Taehyun can only imagine how much he’s been going through: knowing Jungwon, he put his career, members, and integrity first before anything, and that included his own carnal desires. Luckily, the effect of Jungwon’s charm wasn’t limited to his members alone. “Let hyung take care of you for now.”
“Really?” Pupils blown out wide. Cheeks and ears nearly red; nervous fiddling interrupted by the shock. By now, Taehyun would expect Jungwon to not look like a deer in headlights whenever he propositioned him, but Jungwon was Jungwon, no matter how Taehyun looked at him. Younger, stronger, and more energetic, but also less confident, experienced, and a million times more submissive than he initially let on. It was so easy to get him riled up and flushed—it was part of why Taehyun could get off on memories of their nights together alone, no other aid needed.
He smiles. “Really.” Then, he distances himself from Jungwon and busies himself with taking a bite of his food. “But let me finish my meal first, hm? Then we can go.”
Jungwon squirms in his seat, looking too excited to even finish his half-eaten meal. “Yes, hyung.”
When the door creaks open, Jungwon does not expect to see his members strewn about the living room, the dark area only illuminated by a warm lamp and the television light. Jay, Jake and Sunghoon are resting on the couch, eyes dark and glinting. Heeseung is sitting on the kitchen counter.
“Welcome home.” Sunoo drones from his spot on the loveseat. He chews on some popcorn. “How was dinner with Taehyun sunbaenim?”
Someone lowers the volume of the television drastically, so much that the actors and sound effects only sound like whispers.
Jungwon stammers. “You actually waited?” He glances at Riki, who’s emerging from the kitchen with a can of soda in hand. He plops himself next to Jake. Jungwon slightly wilts at the lack of acknowledgement from the youngest— but I didn’t do anything wrong, a voice inside him whines.
Sunghoon raises a brow like it’s obvious. “Yes? Very serious business, you are.” It’s the type of joke that Sunghoon normally makes, but it’s so deadpan that the leader feels a shock of cold dread run through his body. He’s so confused.
Jungwon’s looks at the clock on the wall, and the boys huddled around the living room (all in various states of undress), and momentarily hopes his hair isn’t tussled, “But—But I’ve been gone for hours!”
The older’s dark eyebrows furrow, this time in slight irritation, and Jungwon wants to cry, Sunghoon’s never this mean to him outright, “Right, and we’ve been waiting for you for hours.”
He feels hot from head to toe. “If I had known you guys were awake, I-I would’ve brought some takeout,” Jungwon says, although he doesn’t know who he’s fooling with the way he’s rambling, and he’s nervous, why is he so nervous, “We ate at a ramen bar. It was good.”
Jay, with his eyes plastered onto a novel, mutters, “Didn’t know meals took that long…” It was said under his breath, but he might as well have shouted it with how intensely it cut through the air.
Jungwon’s mouth opens, then shuts just as quick. Should he lie? He feels hot with shame and embarrassment. Is Jay mad? “Well—”
Heeseung chuckles. “What does it matter if he took long? Jungwonie looks like he had fun with Taehyun. We should be happy.” And Jungwon can’t even look at Heeseung for more than five seconds because he feels like he’s melting and cemented into place and freezing, all at once, and Jungwon—
“Your lips are swollen.” Jake says, tone easy, but face somewhat hardened in the slightest amount. To a stranger, Jake looked fine, but Jungwon could pick up on the most minute changes in Jake. An unnatural sight for him.
Riki swoops in before Jungwon can even register what Jake pointed out, “Did you kiss Taehyun?” The lack of honorifics for someone who was both his senior in terms of age and the profession had Jungwon’s heart thumping against his chest almost painfully. Why did Riki sound so pissed?
“Um, I… just a little,” Jungwon mumbles, voice faltering with every syllable he could muster, what does it matter, what do they care, “he said I was pretty and I’ve been feeling a little…” he makes a gesture, and oh God, why is he still talking, he’s overcompensating, he needs to shut up, “...lately. So. Yeah. I’m gonna—” he doesn’t even finish before he scampers off into his room.
In an instant, Riki jolts up from the couch, but Jake is quick to grab onto his leg and yank him back down. Jay attempts to jump over the back of the couch but Sunghoon headlocks him and pulls him back. And soon the room is in chaos, with chips spilled, Heeseung nursing a bruised shin, Sunoo yelling at everyone, and Jay almost suffocating.
Heeseung is able to limp away from the chaos and nearly stumbles into the door of Jungwon’s bedroom. “Jungwonie,” he calls, sickly sweet and slightly frantic because he can hear Sunghoon shout his name. It was like coaxing a little cat. Which Jungwon technically was, anyway. He knocks on the door. “Let hyung in.”
Sunghoon pulls him away from the door and tries his hand at it, “All he needs to say is you’re pretty and you’d put out for him?” He coos.
“Why not come to us, hm? We’ve been littering you with compliments all this time.” Heeseung says, talking to Jungwon in that register that he loves and goes crazy over. Fuck. Fuck.
There’s some thudding on the other side of the door like he’s stomping his feet. “I don’t know, this comeback is just making me feel things I shouldn’t be feeling during a comeback!”
Riki’s next to come up to the door. “Open the door, Jungwonie hyung, we can’t hear you properly.” Sunoo shoves him and calls him a thick-skulled liar.
For a second, it’s silent. Then the knob turns slowly and Jungwon’s pretty little face peeks through the small space he’s created. On the other side of the door are five boys pushing each other to get a spot, which scares Jungwon a bit, but he’s relieved to see Sunoo standing off to the side nonchalantly. And does Jake have a busted lip?
Jay smiles. “Don’t you want us to make you feel good?”
Oh God. He’s so handsome. Jungwon nearly crumbles at that. “Yes— No! No. I don’t want that.” He says, hands on his hips, and is someone wailing? “I want us to be professional. We have to.”
“But you just said yes.” Jake points out.
“No I didn’t,” He hisses, even though he definitely did. It’s hard to take Jungwon seriously when he looks like an angry little prince, huffing and puffing and flipping his blonde hair out of his face in indignation. “It was easy with Taehyun hyung because we have different schedules and we’d barely see each other after. But it’s different for us as a team, which is why we even came to that agreement in the first place, remember?”
Technically it was Jungwon who drafted up such an agreement, and that was because everyone became too antsy and too touchy all the damn time, so much that they’d end up with depleted energy, increased appetites, and misdirected focus.
“But... you said yes...” Riki points out again, dejected.
Jungwon does not think about how cute Riki is when he’s pouting. “We can’t be distracted by our desires and we can’t act on them every time we feel… you know.” Jungwon tries to articulate, and it’s funny that he talks about distraction, because Sunghoon is definitely distracted by Jungwon’s nipples poking through the soft fabric of his shirt.
Heeseung opens his mouth to speak, but the younger one beats him to it. “I’m the leader,” Jungwon glowers, although nobody is truly intimidated because the blush on his cheeks and his still-swollen lips soften up any apparent vestiges of anger, “This is my decision. So please, follow it.”
The door closes in on their faces and they all walk back to the living room in stunned silence.
Heeseung breaks it first. “You guys heard him say yes, right?”
“Freudian slip. He wants it just as much as we do.” Jay concludes smartly.
Sunghoon grins. “Not much to it, really. I think we just need to be more insistent.”
“Maybe we should just let him come to us.” Jake hums.
Riki pouts, “If we let him come to us, my cock will literally wilt off from blue balls.”
“Good.” Sunoo snickers. “Can’t control yourselves, can you?”
Jay grimaces. “Hey, you’re not any better.”
“I’m not,” Sunoo shrugs, “But I can wait.” Unlike all of you goes unsaid.
“Good. Wait for your turn. I’m gonna break his resolve first.”
“No, I will.”
“Ha! You? Really? I doubt it. Jungwon wouldn’t ever go to you first. Not before me,”
“Surely you’re joking.”
“See this? Want this up your ass?”
“Oh God.”