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“Hyung, respectfully, what the fuck?”
Startled, confusion contorting his stark features, Minho looked up from where he was staring at his interlocked fingers with Jisung and was met with Hyunjin’s phone screen. He tilted his head to the side and squinted, able to make out the photo of himself on display, but not what Hyunjin was riled up about.
“Felix just sent this to me from the other room. Hyung—”
As though responding to a summons, Felix appeared from the hallway and held up his phone towards Minho accusingly. “Minho-hyung! Did you forget your dance belt today?”
Jisung’s ears perked up and his heart-shaped smile spread across his cheeks. “Hyunjin, let me see!” With his hands outstretched, he made a grabbing motion with his fingers until Hyunjin offered the device.
Minho’s squint narrowed into a glare. “I never forget my dance belt, Yongbok-ah. What’s going on?”
Out of the corner of his eye, Minho noticed Jisung zoom into the image on Hyunjin’s phone screen. When he giggled, Minho turned to see the younger had enlarged the photo to view Minho’s crotch, where an unmistakable outline of his cock was visible… from that day’s performance. “Fuck,” he murmured, snatching the device from Jisung’s hands.
“Hey! Give that back, I wasn’t done!” Jisung laughed, trying to steal the phone back while Seungmin, Jeongin, and Felix surrounded them.
“What’s all the fuss about?” Chan asked, entering the living room with Changbin in tow. He slipped his backpack off his shoulders and planted it onto the dining table with a thud.
“Minho-hyung’s cock was out on stage!” Seungmin laughed, taking any opportunity to tease his bunny-hyung.
“It was not out,” Minho groaned, leaning back into the couch and relinquishing the phone back to Hyunjin, who laughed.
“Explain?” Chan walked up behind the group surrounding Minho and placed a gentle hand on Hyunjin’s back to get his attention.
While Changbin settled into the haphazard circle surrounding Minho and Jisung’s couch, Hyunjin turned to share the image with his leader-hyung. Chan’s eyes widened at the zoomed in image and choked back his own laughter. “Minho-ya, what happened?”
Minho’s head had fallen into his hands, and through fits of giggles, Jisung gently stroked his back to calm him. The dancer’s ears were tomato red and he’d gone eerily silent since Seungmin’s accusation. With a sigh, he lifted his head, rubbed his hands down his face, and turned to face Chan. “I have no idea. My pants weren’t tight, my belt was on fine. Maybe it shifted during the performance? But when I got undressed everything seemed okay. Fuck.” He rubbed his face again and leaned back into the couch, head falling back into his hands.
While Minho was busy chastising himself for something beyond his control, his members were all trying and failing to contain their laughter as Hyunjin and Felix pulled up image after image of Minho’s bulge. Even Chan couldn’t help but indulge himself in the photos. It was no secret that Minho was well-endowed—Jisung never shut up about it.
“Oh my god, look at the comment on this one,” Hyunjin laughed, pointing at his phone with his index finger. “‘I swear it looked at me first.’”
Jisung spun immediately and took the phone back from Hyunjin. Sure enough, a perfect outline of Minho’s cock was right there. Mid-choreo. “Oh, fuck,” Jisung murmured, teeth sinking into his bottom lip.
“Hey, hey, hey, if you’re gonna be horny about it, use your own phone!” Hyunjin seized his device from Jisung and returned to scrolling through the comments. “Oh man, ‘rolling on the ground screaming.’ Hyung, you really did a number on the fans!”
A groan erupted from Minho and he tilted his chin up to glare at Hyunjin.
Seungmin piped up, “It’s bad enough I have to see it during dance practice. Can you behave on stage? Put that thing away.”
“I was wearing my dance belt!” Minho whined, leaning his head onto the back of the couch and looking up at the other members surrounding him, defeat written all over his face.
“Do you need a new one, hyung? We can tell the stylists,” Jeongin offered. “Oh! Or you could borrow one of mine.”
That got a chuckle and an eyeroll out of Chan. “No, no need for that. I’ll text manager-hyung and get this all—”
“Mmpf.” Everyone stilled.
Jisung, eyes wide and shaking, turned very slowly to look at his group members. He cleared his throat and dislodged his palm from his crotch, returning his phone to his pocket with his other hand. “Aha. Uh. Sorry about that. I’m just gonna…”
Faster than they’d ever seen him move, Jisung bolted from the couch and ran to his bedroom, closing the door behind him.
All eyes turned to Minho, whose face began flooding with redness as quickly as his cock filled with blood. “I’ll, uh. I’m gonna go see what… Yeah.” More slowly than Jisung but still quicker than necessary, Minho stood and shuffled after his boyfriend.
The click of a door opening and closing echoed through the dorm. After another breath, Chan sighed and glanced between the boys around him. “Anyone wanna go for barbecue?”