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The game show had meant to be fun, and it had been, to a point.
Until he’d been made team Captain and then lost to a grinning, giggling HongJoong in a sweaty defeat.
They were between stops, invited on a show to promote the tour. There was a simple money prize for the winning team, but none of them cared about that, any money prizes were always spent together on all of them.
In traditional ateez fashion, additional stakes had been added to divvy up the 4 hotel rooms. Winners choose their roommate.
Hongjoong had just won that right.
He hated when the Captain looked at him like that, like he knew something Seonghwa didn’t. What could he possibly know that Seonghwa didn’t know about himself? What could he know about Seonghwa, that Seonghwa hadn’t explicitly told him? It was always when they were alone or nearly alone, when others weren’t paying attention. His entire demeanor would change from shy, unable to look at him for more than a few seconds, to this.
Cocky, confident, Casanova.
“Hey, bunny.” His hands are stuffed in his pockets when he stops in front of Seonghwa, looking down at him. Seonghwa had slumped into the closest chair he could find after their loss, but that now meant he had to look up at the normally smaller captain. “Let’s go, I picked out our room. I was even nice and got a good one.”
“Oh, how charming.” He didn’t try to hide his contempt at being chosen. San, Mingi, even Wooyoung were members on the other team that could have chosen him but no, the Captain chose him as a roommate. Even made him wait to be chosen last like a messed up high school line up.
He knew that no one else was going to pick him, knew they wouldn’t dare when the Captain also had his choice. Wooyoung had tried once, just once, to tell Seonghwa that he was clearly head over heels for Hongjoong and only he couldn’t see it. The conversation had ended with loss of hair and a very red backside on Wooyoung’s behalf. He didn’t need anyone telling him what they thought he didn’t know.
“Come on bunny, it even has a jacuzzi tub.” The way he said it was beyond suggestive that they might get into the tub together and Seonghwa hates that it doesn’t make his skin crawl.
He stands, huffing softly, before stomping out of the room as instructed. He knew it was childish, everything about this was, but he was confused by Hongjoong. Why wasn’t he like this in front of anyone else? Did he do this to each member when they were alone? His thoughts derail with a twist in his stomach as Joong’s hand curls around his waist in the privacy of the elevator, pulling him in a little closer.
“Who would you have picked?” He asks, and his tone is soft, more intimate than required as he studies Seonghwa’s profile. The elder can’t, won’t, look at him. His fingers tighten, digging into the softness around Seonghwa’s stomach. He inhales a little, breath catching at the simple intensity of the touch. Hongjoong pushes for an answer. “Hmm?”
“San.” The name slips from his lips and he can’t even bother to consider if it’s true. San was safe, San was a roommate. They lived together closely, it wasn’t hard to adapt with what you already knew. Technically he knew Hongjoong too, as roommates years ago.
“Liar.” Hongjoong mumbles, it’s soft but not too soft to be caught.
“What?” Seonghwa does look at him now but it’s too late, the elevator doors are opening and he’s being guided out. He’s too dumbstruck by that response to fight Hongjoong’s grasp. “Why would I lie?”
“You’re really good at this, aren’t you?” He has that same teasing tone, that same ‘I know something you don’t’ that drives him insane. The room he’s let into is gorgeous but it doesn’t matter. Hongjoong’s words are distracting enough that he doesn’t realize the rapper has clearly picked the single nicest room available for them, laden with creature comforts he doesn’t care about but knows Seonghwa would eat right up.
“Good at what?” He turns in his embrace, ready to argue, but Hongjoong won’t let go of him. His hand stays around his waist and he drags Seonghwa in closer until the elder had his hands against Hongjoong’s chest to stop him. “Hey-“
“I didn’t think you’d keep playing this long, Hwa. The game is fun but-“
“What game?” He’s truly confused now and he knows his face says so from the look on Hongjoong’s. The fact that Seonghwa isn’t fighting him, is simply letting him pull him closer in his confusion only spurs him on.
“This, our back and forth?” Hongjoong’s other hand comes to join the first, roaming down Seonghwa’s back like he’d touched him a million times. Like they’d done this before. Heat pools rapidly as Seonghwa takes in the way Hongjoong’s speaking to him, touching him, the way the hand on his back is trailing up his spine until he’s got a hand around the back of his neck.
Hongjoong’s voice is low, intimate when he speaks again. “Playing hard to get, bunny. It’s fun watching you act like you don’t want me, but I’m tired of chasing now…” his eyes drop to Seonghwa lips and the hunger is visible for only the briefest moment. The singer licks his lips subconsciously. “Think it’s time to taste the reward, Just a little.”
It happens fast, fast enough that Seonghwa doesn’t react right away.
When he does, he squawks, a truly undignified sound as Hongjoong drags him into a kiss. His hands tug at the fabric of Hongjoong’s shirt, pulling him in closer despite himself.
Wooyoung had been right, of course, he did want the Captain, he just hated that everyone else also knew according to Wooyoung.
The kiss is intense in a way that Seonghwa hadn’t, but should have, expected. Hongjoong’s fingers are tight in his hair as he tugs him just so to angle their kiss deeper. His tongue brushed Seonghwa's lower lip and the elder opens for it like it was life itself. His own hands slide up around Hongjoong’s neck, toying with the brown strands at the back of his neck. The kiss breaks when they both can’t breathe, light headed and a little dumber for it.
Hongjoong doesn’t stop, his lips work along Seonghwa’s jaw to the column of his neck. The hand around his waist works sneakily, gradually gathering the fabric of his shirt until he finds skin. The deliciousness of that touch kicks Seonghwa's mind into gear and he realizes what they’re doing, what Hongjoong’s doing to him. He’s clinging to the captain, moaning like a whore as those pretty teeth nip at his Pulse.
It’s too much, too quickly. He can’t think as the flat of Hongjoong’s palm presses between his shoulder blades, bare skin against skin to keep him closer. “Joong-“ He says his name, fingers tugging at the Captain's hair as he tries to free his neck from that devilish bite.
“Yes bunny?” His lips are warm and soft against his skin as he calls him that damned nickname and Seonghwa feels his resolve weaken just like his legs. “What do you want me to do to you? My pretty, needy bunny.”
He should be appalled by the whine that leaves him, worse by the moan that sounds when Hongjoong guides him to grind against his hip. His head drops back as he rocks down on him again, surprised at how hard he’d gotten so quickly. “Please-“
“Give you anything you want, baby. Just ask for it.” He moves, putting Seonghwa off kilter. He follows the motion in a backwards stumble until he’s pressed against a wall with a thigh between his legs. He’s kissed again, mind entirely blank for anything he could have been about to ask for.
There were too many options when a man like Kim Hongjoong offered you anything.
Thankfully Hongjoong takes mercy on him. His hand slides between their bodies, palming at the singer until he’s gasping against his lips. Hongjoong practically growls in response to the sound, a man unhinged. “Or, You stay dumb and pretty like that and I’ll just take care of you.”
His hands grip at Hongjoong’s shoulders, part of his mind distracted by how solid he felt under his palms. The rest of his mind was a storm, he should stop this, say something, but still his hips keep rolling into his touch and he stays silent save for the little whimpers Hongjoong’s pulling from him.
The younger had just barely undone Seonghwa’s pants when there’s a loud knock on the door startling them both, a frustrated noise leaves Hongjoong to match Seonghwa’s startled yelp. Wide eyes flick to the door, heart hammering hard even as Hongjoong doesn’t pull his hands out of Seonghwa’s pants. His lips are centimeters from the elders, his breath hot against his skin. It’s clear he intends to wait the intrusion out but another, more insistent knock sounds.
The look on Hongjoong’s face is one Seonghwa has never seen before, it’s a mask of rage and frustration the likes of which he’s never felt himself.
It’s the hottest Seonghwa’s ever seen him.
“Sorry bunny, playtimes over it seems.” Seonghwa’s confused, silently flustered as Hongjoong helps him right his clothing as a third knock sounds. “I’m coming!”
Seonghwa scrambles away, deeper into the hotel room to hide the moment Hongjoong’s hands are off him. He was mortified they barely made it past the door. His heart is going a mile a minute and he feels over heated and cold all at once without him pressed against him. He can’t think straight at all with the ache between his legs.
He sinks into one of the armchairs and takes in the room as his pulse slows back to normal. Hongjoong’s voice is a low, tense murmur at the door. Seonghwa isn’t sure what just happened to him, the realization that Hongjoong was serious every time he’d cornered him sat heavy in his stomach.
There’s more talking, something production related if he’s heard right, and Hongjoong leaves him alone with his thoughts after a brief apology called out from the open doorway.
It’s in the silence, the stillness of the room.
The aftermath.
He realizes there’s only one bed.