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It takes 30 minutes to get to the radio station, 45 if they hit traffic.

"It's embarrassing," Jungwon says, voice quiet, barely heard over the mumbling of the radio. Their manager doesn't hear, or if he does he doesn't show it, eyes staying steady on the road.

Jungwon avoids Sunoo's eyes like it'll save his life. It's something he's gotten into the habit of doing lately, not looking Sunoo in the eye. He doesn't like it all that much, but beggars can't be choosers.

Sunoo raises a brow at him. "It'll get less embarrassing if you tell me."

This is a new part of their weekly trip to the SBS building. It started with Jungwon asking random questions out of the blue, mostly pertaining to Sunoo's life before being a trainee. His school life in particular. What his friends were like, if people liked him. It took a lot for Sunoo to not look visibly excited about them.

Ten minutes in Jungwon had turned to him and said: "There's something on my mind, but I'm scared to say it out loud."

And it's like: that's not the juiciest thing Jungwon could have said, but it's enough to get Sunoo's thoughts racing. He'd tried to coax it out of him, but not much had worked, which leaves them here, in the almost silent van, refusing to look each other in the eye—Jungwon out of embarrassment, Sunoo out of fear it'll scare him away.

Jungwon's leg is bouncing fast, too fast for it to be in any way comfortable, and it's starting to annoy Sunoo, so he places his left hand on Jungwon's knee, almost smacking his other elbow into the window when Jungwon jumps like he's been burned.

"Um," Jungwon says nervously, slinking away from Sunoo in his seat. "Nevermind, hyung. It's not that important."

It is, Sunoo can tell it is, but Jungwon looks like a sad, sad kitten right now, and he's determined to not make it any worse. "Alright, Jungwon-ah," he concedes, pulling out his headphones. "Let me know when we're there, yeah? I'm gonna nap."

Jungwon nods, a little too fast, and then looks out the window. His leg starts again, but Sunoo lets him have it just this once.

Sometime in between bowing to staff and joking around with the manager as they waited on the car, Jungwon disappears.

"Ah," Sunoo says to their manager. "Where'd Jungwon go?"

"Bathroom," he responds, pulling out his phone when it buzzes. "Go grab him," he says, unlocking it, "car's almost here."

Sunoo doesn't really need to be told twice to seek out Jungwon, so he spins on his heel and makes his way to the only bathroom on this side of the building. One of the staff members is washing his hands when Sunoo peaks in, laughing slightly when Sunoo ducks down to look under the stalls, throwing an airy your generation is so interesting~ over his shoulder as Sunoo bows and ducks out.

Jungwon not being in that bathroom means he must be in the other one, much farther away from where their team is settled wrapping up the after broadcast to do list. It's an odd choice, but Sunoo thinks it's probably Jungwon being considerate and not wanting to take up a stall that could be used by someone much more motivated to finish fast so they can go home.

He thinks back to the car ride to the building as he walks, enjoying the time to himself. Jungwon's questions have been fun so far, usually leading Sunoo to think he wants to know about his history—meaning history with boys, and that's always welcomed. Sunoo would gladly lay out every dirty, depraved detail about his sex life if it got Jungwon to think about him and sex in the same sentence.

The being embarrassed part, that's something Sunoo has to think about how to deal with. It's not like Jungwon and him aren't comfortable enough with each other to talk about embarrassing things. The whole thing is, they are, so Jungwon finding something that's decidedly Too Embarrassing sets off alarms in his head.

Sunoo pushes open the bathroom door quietly when he reaches it, cringing slightly as it squeaks, and then jumps when he hears a bang against metal, followed by a deep groan.

"Are you alright?" He calls out, concerned. Sunoo steps into the bathroom, letting the door close behind him. "Jungwon-ah?"

Jungwon's voice is shaky as he calls out, "I'll be right out, hyung!" His belt jingles as he presumably hastens his movements to pull up his pants, which isn't out of the ordinary for a bathroom visit. What is, is the way Jungwon's flushed all the way down to his chest when he finally exits the stall.

"Gonna wash my hands first, okay?" Jungwon mumbles, sending a tightlipped smile Sunoo's way as he makes his way to the sink.

"Alright," Sunoo replies, tracking his movements through the mirror. "I'll be out front, okay?"

Jungwon nods, hands shaking as he waits for the automatic dispenser to give him soap.

Huh.

It might be worth mentioning, but: Sunoo took one look at tiny, determined Jungwon in that damn I-LAND cube and thought to himself I need him. At that point in time, he meant it more like I need him by my side. I need him to debut. I need him to debut with me. Overtime, though, it's transformed into something along the lines of I need him under me. I need him on top of me. I need to be inside him, and him inside me. I need him forever. I need him to be mine.

Not exactly the best situation to be in, given the whole being a KPop idol thing, but that's not even the worst part of it.

The worst part is that Jungown can't seem to catch a fucking hint.

Sunoo has quite literally given himself the best orgasm of his life, laid out on his bed all debauched and sexy-like, and looked up at Jungwon with his best fuck me eyes, and still been rejected.

More like ignored, because Sunoo would rather die than outright tell Jungwon he wants him, because where is the fun in that? He might have to soon though, because the million rejections mixed with Jungwon's new-found embarrassing question accompanied with his stark refusal to look Sunoo in the eyes is doing horrible, horrible things to Sunoo. And his dick. One can only angrily jerk off to the thought of their group-mate/leader/roommate so many times before they literally chafe. And he is. Badly.

The lack of eye contact, that's the killer. Sunoo isn't necessarily the group's most romantic member—that title belongs to Jongseong, who is literally insane and also one of Sunoo's competition, so he obviously needs to be taken care of—but something about eye contact gets him going in so many ways. Especially when it comes to Jungwon. He's not like Sunghoon (his other competition, who needs to fuck right off to whatever depraved, furry loving hole he came out of and stop asking Jungwon to meow for him) who, again, has a thing for calling Jungwon kitty, but he does recognize that Jungwon's eyes, in some (most) light, are cat-like.

Sunoo can handle Jungwon acting shy around him—in all honesty, it's incredibly hot, but the refusal to make eye contact that has slowly over the week since he first brought up being embarrassed turned into just straight up avoiding Sunoo? That's going to kill him.

"I'm going to die," Sunoo says, refocusing in on reality for the first time since Jungwon literally skipped over him in his morning hello's.

"Good," Niki responds immediately, munching on his breakfast, focusing more on his phone screen than his food that is quite literally making a mess all over his sleep shirt.

Sunoo looks over at him in disgust. "Didn't anyone ever teach you manners?"

"Didn't anyone ever teach you that pining is embarrassing?" Niki parrots.

Sunoo's jaw drops. "How did you…?"

"Can you like, leave?" Niki says instead of answering, finally looking up from his phone. "Your vibes are rancid."

"Oh screw you, virgin," Sunoo says, more under his breath than anything, and collects his things before stomping out of the kitchen, pointedly ignoring the way Niki flips him the bird.

It's quite easy to tell when something is on Jungwon's mind, even if he has already stated that there is something bothering him. He paces around in front of Heeseung's room, waiting to be invited in, because Jungwon will always refuse to make the first move when it comes to serious conversations about his own feelings.

Unfortunately for him, Heeseung started a match ten minutes before Jungwon started pacing in front of his open door, and there's nothing that could get between Heeseung and his online games. So Sunoo invites him in.

"Hey," he says, peaking out from his bed. "Come in here."

"I'm waiting for Heeseung-hyung," Jungwon says, ears tinged pink. He's embarrassed for being caught.

Sunoo thinks he's cute. "Wait in here," he responds noncommittally, and then, "Or I guess you could stay out there. Might be a bit boring." He flips his hair slightly, trying to draw Jungwon in.

Jungwon isn't like any boy Sunoo's ever met before. Usually, boys are easy. Jungwon is not easy. Sunoo could pull out all stops to try to seduce him and it'll never work. He knows this because he's tried—and countless times, at that. Trying to get Jungwon in his bed in a less than platonic way is proving to be next to impossible.

Anybody else would begin to wonder if Jungwon's just the most fruit-aligned straight person the world has ever seen. Not Sunoo. Sunoo knows deep down he's going to get Jungwon eventually. He's learned to love the chase.

"Alright," Jungwon concedes after a moment of thought. He sends one last pleading look to Heeseung's door and walks through the door of their shared bedroom.

Sunoo watches from under his lashes as Jungwon stops awkwardly at the edge of his bunk. "You can sit down," he says softly, scrolling through his phone like he's paying attention to it and not Jungwon. His white tee shirt drapes over his shoulder's artfully, the collar pulling away at the front from being stretched onto a hanger. Sunoo swallows, hard.

Jungwon stomps his foot slightly, like that's the last thing he wanted to hear. Sunoo peaks out over the edge to look at his bare feet.

He quirks a brow up at Jungwon. Jungwon scowls.

The bed shakes as Jungwon climbs in next to him. He settles quickly, never one to make too much of a fuss about the little things. They sit in silence for longer than Sunoo would have expected. Whatever he was wanting to talk about with Heeseung must be really big.

Speaking of: Sunoo's a little annoyed Jungwon is outright refusing to talk to him about it. Is nothing sacred anymore? Not their bond, not their friendship, not their promise to always tell each other everything.

(Sunoo would like it to be ignored that he's staunchly refusing to tell Jungwon about how much he wants to defile him. That's different, okay?)

"The weather's been nice, hasn't it?" Sunoo says eventually, still looking down at his phone. Historically, acting disinterested with boys is a surefire way of getting some dick. A little bit of dick. Enough dick.

Jungwon refuses to put out. He even refuses to look at Sunoo as he answers. "Yeah, should probably wear a bigger jacket to the radio tonight."

That catches Sunoo's attention. He gives up on the act and looks over at Jungwon, pouting. "How are we supposed to act all close on live if you refuse to talk to me when we're alone?"

"Huh?" Jungwon asks, finally looking over at Sunoo. "What are you talking about?"

"Last week," Sunoo responds, "in the car. You wouldn't tell me what was wrong."

Jungwon scrunches his nose in distaste. It does nothing to stop Sunoo from wanting to jump him. "That's not important. You don't need to know."

Sunoo gasps, knowing the sound will rile Jungwon up even more. His shoulders are almost up to his ears at this point, he's so tense. "How is it not important?" He asks, and then before Jungwon can respond. "You'll tell Heeseung-hyung and not me?"

"It's different," Jungwon cracks, slouching against the wall. "It's different," he repeats, voice somber.

Sunoo pokes him in the side. "I bet it's not," he says, and then pokes him again. "C'mon. Tell me."

"No," Jungwon blurts. He makes an attempt to grab for Sunoo's hand, but misses. "Hyung, please."

"Tell me," Sunoo sing-songs, shifting to sit back against his pillow as a defensive maneuver. He attacks again, laughing when Jungwon crumples.

Jungwon moves to grab for Sunoo again, but only gets ahold of the edge of Sunoo's duvet. "Quit it," he says in his patented Leader Voice. "Hyung, I'm serious."

The next poke to Jungwon's side lands with a hiss from him, and then causes him to grab Sunoo's thigh almost painfully tight. Sunoo attempts to buck his hand off but it doesn't work. His next hand lands on the pillow beside Sunoo's face, and then Sunoo watches in fascination as Jungwon swings his body over to sit squarely in his lap.

"Oh, hello," Sunoo all but purs, reaching out to get his hands on Jungwon's waist. He whines when Jungwon catches them in his own. "You're no fun."

Jungwon's panting a little, chest rising and falling softly as he holds Sunoo's wrists. His ring digs into Sunoo's skin, but he finds he quite likes the feeling.

"You're awful," he says quietly, eyes half lidded. He's hunched over, head just barely grazing the top bunk. His bunk.

"I know," Sunoo replies gleefully.

Jungwon bends over more, pushing Sunoo's hands up until he has them trapped above his head. Sunoo wiggles just because he can, and hums when he feels Jungwon's ass against his crotch. He wiggles again just so he can feel more of Jungwon, almost forgetting himself. Jungwon's eyes are dark when Sunoo looks back up at him.

"Kinky," Sunoo says simply, straining against Jungwon's hold.

Jungwon isn't easy. He's quite hard, actually. Especially right now, and Sunoo means that literally as he glances down the where Jungwon and him are pressed together.

"Um," Jungwon says, flush traveling from his ears to cover his cheeks. He drops Sunoo's hands like he's been burned. "I'm sorry?" He says it more like a question, frozen in Sunoo's lap like he's not sure what to do next.

It suddenly hits Sunoo that he's probably never been hard in front of another person before. His stomach twists posessively. "You want help with that?"

"What?" Jungwon squeaks. His thighs twitch. Sunoo pulls his hands from the comforter to rest on them. "Are you messing with me?"

Sunoo makes a show of running his hands up and down Jungwon's thighs. "That's up to you."

It's fun, watching Jungwon's brain work through the situation. Sunoo's never taken so much pleasure in having a boy on top of him fully clothed, but he guesses that's just Jungwon's influence. Jungwon follows rules and logic like he'll be bitten for going off path. Sunoo assumes getting jerked off by his bandmate counts as 'off path'.

Jungwon opens his mouth, and then closes it, and then closes his eyes, and finally sighs. Before he can say what he decided on there's a knock at the door. Jungwon throws himself off of Sunoo before the door even fully opens.

Sunoo pouts before speaking. "Yeah?"

"Heeseung's giving up on games for the day," Jake says, eyes flitting between the two of them, no doubt taking in the way Jungwon tries to subtly pull the duvet over his lap. "Jungwon-ah, if you still need him, I'd go in before Niki finds out."

"Cool," Jungwon replies, voice cracking. He clears his throat. "Thanks, hyung."

Jake stands in front of the bed awkwardly. He sniffles. "Yeah," he says, turning on his heel slightly. "Are you two okay?"

"What?" Jungwon almost shouts, panicked. "No. What? Why would you think that?"

Sunoo hides his smile with a hand on his mouth, dramatically thrown over in faux shock. "Yeah, hyung. Why would you think that?"

Jungwon looks over at him, half nervous and half thankful. "Nothing happened," he says, his Leader Voice drenching his words. "I'm gonna go see Heeseung-hyung now."

Jake and Sunoo watch as Jungwon awkwardly climbs out of the bed, trying his hardest to keep his back to them.

"Bye?" Jake says more like a question than a statement.

Sunoo rolls his eyes. "Thanks a lot, hyung."

"I don't even know what I did," Jake says, slightly miserable. He pouts over at Sunoo like that'll change the fact that he just committed the worst offense: Cockblocking.

"You did enough," is all Sunoo can reply before following Jungwon out the door.

He doesn't follow Jungwon completely, making a note of Heeseung's closed door on his way to the bathroom. The living room is empty, the only signs of life coming from Heeseung's room and Sunoo knowing his left Jake's traitor-ass in the biggest room. Jongseong and Sunghoon are out grocery shopping, which leaves Niki up in the air as always. He's not in the bathroom, which Sunoo finds out when he enters, and is oh, so grateful for.

Sunoo unceremoniously sticks his hand down his shorts, biting back a groan as he grabs a hold of himself, the recent memory of Jungwon straddling him burned into the back of his eyelids. He usually falls back onto the classics: Jungwon being all Leader-like during practice, Jungwon just out from the shower, dripping wet, Jungwon acting coy in Sunoo's bed trying to convince him to do his hair—but this time he doesn't have to. He has memories, but even more than that; he has feelings.

His body is still warm from where Jungwon was pressed to him. Sunoo can still feel the weight of him, so, so delicious. When he closes his eyes, he sees the play-by-play of Jungwon's shirt slipping down as he hunched over, giving Sunoo a perfect look at his chest. Fuck. Nipples. Sunoo loves nipples. Loves Jungwon's nipples. Wants to get his hands, his mouth on them.

Sunoo uses his other hand to shove down his pants, audibly moaning when he sees the imprint of Jungwon's ring on his wrist. "Fuck," he hisses, his dick twitching in his hand. His eyes roll back into his head as he focuses on the head, short, measured strokes. Like how Jungwon would.

He's shaking, he's fully aware of it. It's almost incredible how different it is jerking off to actual events and not just his own fantasies. Sunoo wishes he had more time, and actual lube, and maybe even Jungwon here with him. Oh, the things he wants to do with him. All of it, everything, anything for Jungwon.

His eyes sting slightly as he gasps. He almost chokes from the force of keeping himself silent. He's gotten good at it over the past two years, but it's so much harder this time around.

He imagines Jungwon pressing a hand to his mouth, roughly jerking him off, a smile ghosting at his lips. "Can't keep quiet," he'd say condescendingly. A hum when Sunoo whines. "That's not good."

Fuck. Something about Jungwon holding him down. Yeah, that's doing something to him. Sunoo breathes through his nose harshly, speeding up his strokes, teeth clamped onto his bottom lip to stop any noises from escaping, the Jungwon in his head, beautiful, mean, kind, smiles at him and says, "Good boy."

Sunoo's vision blacks out as he comes, his knees buckling until he eventually has to slide down the door to sit down.

"Shit," he says, hand drenched in his own cum.

Now it's Sunoo that can't look Jungwon in the eye. Coincidentally, it happens right as Jungwon starts to be able to look at him again. Fucking Heeseung and his apparent magical abiity to have everything turn out alright for himself. Sunoo's counting this as something for Heeseung, because he knows conversations about emotions and feelings for Heeseung are less preferred than actually being shot in the chest.

Jungwon being fixed isn't good, and Sunoo feels awful for saying it. He doesn't even know why it's so bad for him—this isn't the first time he's gotten off thinking about Jungwon; it probably isn't even the hundredth time. It's the most real, though, and that's probably what's doing him in.

Jongseong approaches him first, because of course he does, and it takes everything in Sunoo to not growl at him. Or hiss, if he's following the original form. He scares him off just fine just staring at him, which always leaves Jongseong feeling so awkward he needs to take a forty-five minute shower afterwards, which causes Niki to go ballistic, so a lot of yelling ensues afterwards.

He's doing his skincare in the shitty little mirror Jungwon bought him in Gangnam last month when Jungwon pops his head in.

"What's going on with Jongseong-hyung and Niki?" He asks. His hair is wet, curling slightly at the ends, and it takes everything in Sunoo to not bash his head against the desk.

Instead, Sunoo shrugs, and digs into his expensive moisturizer. He spreads it over his face slowly, making sure to hum lowly, and sighs. "Niki hates when hyung takes up all the hot water."

"He showered already today," Jungwon replies, tracking the movements of Sunoo's hands on his face. "Why would it affect him?"

"Who knows," Sunoo says, eyes closed, slowly running his palms down his neck. "Maybe he just has a problem with Jongseong-hyung."

"Not a bigger one than you," Jungwon says airily.

Sunoo freezes. "What?"

He turns peeks open an eye to look at Jungwon, who's staring at him openly.

Jungwon exhales slowly. "Nothing," he says lightly, leaning back to grab the edge of the door frame. "New moisturizer?"

"No," Sunoo responds, quickly restarting his motions. He also goes back to avoiding Jungwon's eyes.

"Oh," Jungwon says after a measured silence. There's a lot of those between them nowadays. "Well, you look good, hyung."

He's smiling when Sunoo looks at him again, like he's happy to have Sunoo's attention, even if only for a little but. His dimple shows. Sunoo wants to dig his tongue in it.

"Go away," Sunoo says instead, screwing the onto the point and grabbing his next bottle. He shakes it up and down slowly, long and hard in his hands. Jungwon watches his movements like a hawk. "Hyung's busy."

"Yes, sir," Jungwon says, light hearted, but his eyes are lidded. He leaves with one last loaded look at Sunoo, leaving him shivering.

Something that happens incredibly often and is also impossible to get to go away is wet dreams. Are they a normal part of being a person with sexual urges? Yeah. Are they annoying in the context of sharing a room with three other boys? Absolutely.

Sunoo sorts his into categories: Actual Fucking and Almost Fucking. From this, they're put into genres. Examples being: Top, Bottom, and Other. He's not a rigid person, obviously. He likes what he likes, and he'll never feel sorry about it, but it's the whole constant wet dreams about Jungwon thing that is making him a little regretful.

Waking up in the middle of the night moaning the name of the guy in the bunk right above you may seem like an enticing plot for a porno, but Sunoo's life isn't one, and he doesn't know what's potentially more life-ending: Jungwon waking up and hearing him, or Niki waking up and hearing him.

For some reason unknown to Sunoo and God, he never considered Sunghoon waking up, which he probably should have prepared for, seeing as it's the one that ended up happening.

"Put your dick away," Sunghoon whispers across the room, or right beside him, Sunoo guesses, since he starts to shake his shoulder violently. "Sunoo-yah, put it away."

"My dick isn't out," Sunoo mumbles into his pillow, and then pulls his face away and says, louder, "Hyung. Fuck off. It's not out."

"Sounded like it was out," Sunghoons says quietly, but he stops manhandling Sunoo, which is good because he was not the one Sunoo was dreaming about.

He pads back to his own bed quietly, climbs into bed, checks his phone for the time, and then, after five fucking minutes of keeping Sunoo awake for no reason, says: "Figure out the Jungwon thing. This is like the fourth time."

Sunoo feels like he's been punched in the stomach. "What?"

"It's always me," Sunghoon laments, pulling the covers up over to cover half his face like Sunoo's wet dreams are the goddamn boogeyman and they'll protect him. "I asked around. Nobody else wakes up to them. Not even when we all shared a room."

"I was not dreaming about Jungwon when we all shared a room," Sunoo says sternly. "You're a liar, and also the worst hyung imaginable."

"Maybe not about dicking him down," Sunghoon says, ignoring him, "but you still dreamed about him."

And well, that's not something Sunoo wants to think about. Dreaming about him in a sexy way is way different than just straight up dreaming about him. He loves Jungwon, of course he does; he's his favorite dongsaeng. But being in love with Jungwon was never a thought that crossed his mind.

"Go to bed, Sunoo-yah," Sunghoon calls out. "Figure it out in the morning," he adds on, and then promptly falls asleep, because he's Sunghoon and perfect and life is so, so unfair for Sunoo it's not even funny.

Sunoo does not think about being in love with Jungwon. He makes it all the way down to the SBS building not thinking about being in love with Jungwon. He doesn't think about kissing Jungwon throughout the radio show, and definitely doesn't think about making love to him either. He doesn't think about it so hard Jungwon doesn't even notice Sunoo's had the revelation of a lifetime

"What's going on with you?" Jungwon asks him right after the camera's go dark, and the broadcast ends.

Well shit.

"Um," Sunoo says, accidentally knocking over his mic in his nervousness. "What are you talking about?"

"Okay, Sunoo-hyung," Jungwon replies, eyeing him like everything is very much not okay and that maybe he needs to have a conversation with their manager about having Sunoo committed. "Manager-nim said there's traffic, so the car will be awhile." He opens his mouth like he's going to say something else, but ultimately decides against it.

Sunoo nods. "Right. Yeah. Cool," he manages to say, wanting to bite his tongue out and never speak again, his idol career be damned. "I'm gonna—bathroom." He points to the door leading out to the hallway. "Yeah. Gonna use the bathroom."

"Alright," Jungwon replies, a little suspicious if the way he eyes Sunoo up and down has anything to say about it. "Have fun."

Sunoo rises from his chair hastily, ignoring the way the staff still mingling around the room look at him quizzically, and books it out the door, desperately trying to stave off the inevitable breakdown coming his way.

Jungwon follows him to the bathroom, because above everything he's an incredible person. He watches as Sunoo paces back and forth in the space in front of the mirrors. When Sunoo starts to laugh uncontrollably, he turns the lock on the door and inches closer, invading Sunoo's space like he was born to.

Sunoo thinks maybe he was.

"What were you doing in that bathroom?" Sunoo blurts. He doesn't know why he asked it, but when he's given the moment to think about it, he realizes he wants to know the answer badly. Looking back at it, something was off that day, and he so badly wants to know what.

Jungwon looks like he sucked on a very sour lemon for a moment, before sighing. "Jerking off."

"Oh," Sunoo says through a nervous laugh. "Okay."

Jungwon watches him as he pauses, before resuming his pacing, upping his speed until he's almost not able to make himself turn. He catches Sunoo before he slams straight into the side of the stall. "Hey," he says softly, gently curling a hand around Sunoo's bicep. "What's going on? Talk to me."

"Seriously?" Sunoo can't stop himself from asking. "Don't pull that card."

Jungwon furrows his brow. "Why not?"

"Remember? Earlier this month? Ring any bells, Jungwon-ah," Sunoo says, purposely vague. He doesn't even really know why he's bringing it up. Water under the bridge, and all that. He supposes the water begins to flow when you're fighting for your life.

Jungwon exhales through his nose quickly, chest folding in as he hunches in his surprise. "Oh. That."

"I just—" Sunoo starts, suddenly very tuned into Jungwon's hand on his arm. "You'll tell me you were jerking off in a public building but don't trust me enough to tell me something you're embarrassed about?"

Sunoo watches as Jungwon takes a half step back in shock, probably at the candidness of his words. He watches as Jungwon's ear heat up, slowly turning a deep maroon, and then takes over his face, until finally making its way down his neck. Despite himself, Sunoo can't help but think about how far down it goes; if Jungwon's chest burns the same as his face. If his cock flushes the same pretty red.

"I'm a virgin," Jungwon eventually breathes out. He pulls his bottom lip into his mouth, dropping it with an almost inaudible gasp when he notices Sunoo's attention on it.

Sunoo swallows. "So?"

"I uh, I want, like," Jungwon struggles with the words. It's so out of character Sunoo's knees almost buckle. "There are so many things," he manages to get out, avoiding Sunoo's gaze, "that I want. With you. And to do to you. But I just, I don't know."

He looks up at Sunoo finally, really giving him the chance to take it in. His earring, silver hoops today, glimmer in the almost sterile light of the bathroom. Jungwon's taken to tugging at them absentmindedly, so his right lobe is red, the color curving up beautifully to meet the red of the tips of his ears. Sunoo takes in the way his chest rises and falls, fast, probably matching the beating of his heart.

Sunoo takes a step forward, raising his arm to press his palm flat to Jungwon's chest, taking in the way he pants. The way he shivers when Sunoo touches him, anticipation clouding his thoughts, until all he can think about is Sunoo.

"You want me?" Sunoo asks, finally breaking the silence. The air in the room is thick. He feels syrupy, smooth, wading through it to bring his other hand to grip at Jungwon's waist.

Jungwon melts into the touch, falling back until the side of the stall meets him wholly. His head falls back with a bang, but neither of them jump at the sound, too caught up in each other. "Please?" he asks, always a rule follower, always one to ask what he's allowed.

Sunoo grins at him, almost in shock. "Are you sure?" he asks, wetting his lips. "Here?"

And then, because Jungwon is beautiful, mean, kind, and wonderful, he tilts his head playfully, reaches down to place his hand over Sunoo's, the one resting on his heart, and asks: "Can I suck you off?"

Sunoo laughs. He can't help it, really. Jungwon presses his lips together as Sunoo throws himself forward, resting his head on Jungwon's shoulder before he, too, breaks.

"Hey," Jungwon says in between bouts of laughter. "If we don't do this now, we won't have time. Car's almost here."

He's looking at Sunoo with hope in his eyes, and for the first time since he walked in this room it finally sinks in that this is happening. That Jungwon wants it too. Wants him.

"Are you sure?" Sunoo has to ask again, because blowjobs in the SBS bathroom is probably not on Jungwon's list of fantasies.

Jungwon nods, enthusiasticness showing his inexperience. "I want it so bad."

And well, at the end of the day, Sunoo's never been keen on saying no to Jungwon. This isn't the day he blames on starting, either.

Once he gets down to it, Sunoo starts to think maybe Jungwon was lying earlier when he said he was a virgin.

"Fuck." His voice echoes a little uncomfortably, the sound of Jungwon's mouth on his only slightly making up for it. He slides his hand through Jungwon's hair. "You sure you've never done this before?"

Jungwon slides his mouth off, grinning at the soft pop! "Why would I lie to you?"

"To lower my expectations?" Sunoo jokes, and then whines when Jungwon takes him back in his mouth.

Jungwon does an excellent job of making Sunoo forget his surroundings. He forgets all about the SBS building up until Jungwon is deepthroating him, one hand fondling his balls, and there's a loud knock on the door.

Sunoo thrusts into Jungwon's mouth in surprise, immediately feeling guilty and turned on at the loud gag it elicits from him.

"Shit, sorry," he whispers to Jungwon, and then yells, "Occupied!"

"Obviously," their manager says through the door, and Sunoo doesn't have enough time to ponder if it would've been worse if it was a staff member because Jungwon grins evilly up at him and then takes him all the way into his mouth again.

"Are you fucking crazy?" Sunoo hisses, swallowing a whine when Jungwon pulls back to mouth at his slit. "Oh, my god."

"Everything alright in there?" he asks, pulling on the door handle.

Sunoo just about sees stars, and not in the way he was hoping. "Yeah," he replies, desperately trying to get his voice to sound normal, and not like he's actively having his soul sucked through his dick. "We'll be out soon. Is the car almost here?"

"About ten minutes out. I'll meet you guys up front."

"Sounds great!" Sunoo manages to say before shoving his fist in his mouth.

Jungwon hums around him, and Sunoo gives him til the count of 20 before his grabbing him by the hair and yanking him up.

"You little slut," is all Sunoo's able to get out before he's tugging Jungwon into him, and kissing him squarely on the mouth.

Jungwon moans into the kiss, pressing his body all the way against Sunoo, his cock making a home on Sunoo's hip. He grinds against him with each repositioning of his mouth, finding a rhythm as best he can.

Sunoo's losing it. He pulls back to mouth at Jungwon's neck. "Get your cock out, now." He knows he doesn't have the natural authority Jungwon does, but it's enough to have him whining and pulling back to shove at the waistband of his jeans. Sunoo helps because he's a kind hyung, pulling down his zipper while Jungwon pulls himself out of his boxers.

"Lick," Sunoo says, sticking his hand in Jungwon's face, knees buckling when Jungwon gladly sticks out his tongue and laps at Sunoo's hand. Jungwon grabs his wrist, pulling it down slightly so he can wrap his mouth around three of Sunoo's fingers. Sunoo whines. "Dirty whore."

"You're mean," Jungwon says, pulling off Sunoo's fingers. A line a saliva collects them and Sunoo licks it away. "What would you do if I started talking to you like that?"

"Come," Sunoo says simply, and then wraps his hand around both of their cocks.

They groan in tandem, sensitivity and newness for Jungwon, and the excitement of almost being caught for Sunoo making them even more desperate for release.

"Then maybe I should." Jungwon pants into his shoulder. "Call you my slutty hyung. I know you were into manager-nim almost catching us. I could almost taste it on you. You like that hyung? You like other people seeing you like this, with me?"

And really, Sunoo's the easy bitch between them, because that's enough to have his vision whiting out and his legs giving out.

Jungwon grabs him around the waist, holding him up. Sunoo doesn't know how he does it, doesn't care, just enjoys the display of power. He bites at his neck and whispers into his ear, "Don't stop, get me off too, hyung."

It doesn't take much longer for Jungwon to tip over the edge, and if Sunoo were a lesser man he'd be embarrassed about coming first, but he's still riding the high of being Jungwon's first, so he doubts it'll ever bother him. He bites Jungwon on the neck, hard, and grins when Jungwon makes a noise.

"Mine," he says, letting go of Jungwon and resting his head on his shoulder. "You're all mine."

"Good," Jungwon says into his hair, pressing a soft kiss to the crown of his head.

Sunoo pulls back slightly, straightening his back in an attempt to look like he wasn't just absolutely destroyed by that. Jungwon smiles, open and pretty, and Sunoo doesn't even try to stop himself from pulling Jungwon into him, their mouths meeting in the middle.

Sunghoon takes one look at them, wrinkly jeans and the giant ass bite on Jungwon's neck, and slams his hand on the table. "Did you guys fuck on air?"

Sunoo opens his mouth to say something he knows will have everyone complaining, but Jungwon beats him to it.

"Wouldn't you like that, hyung? Probably send in a request for me to meow or something. But you know what?" Jungwon asks, slinking up to Sunghoon and throwing an arm around him. "That's gonna cost you."

"Oh," Sunoo says, stamping down the urge to throw something at Sunghoon's face. "Jungwon-ah, I forgot to say. I'm in love with you."