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it was weird enough when seungmin suggested that they play twister.
calm and stoic seungmin, suggesting they play a game that usually ends up in a pile of tangled limbs.
knowing seungmin, jisung had definitely thought that was not his sort of thing. like why would someone who reads a thick chaptered book on advanced photography have any sort of interest in a game people played to let loose?
seungmin? let loose?
you might as well just see him let loose by drinking a cup of chamomile tea and reading his favorite book on historical facts that absolutely no one is obligated to know.
but the cherry on top was when minho agrees with seungmin and makes a bizarre suggestion they do this game nude.
now, jisung was quite proud of the way his body looks right now after being dragged to the gym for three months, but that does NOT mean he's ready to show off absolutely everything he has to offer.
changbin also seemed to agree with jisung telepathically as he runs a hand down felix's back, felix who already had a grip on his own jacket, ready to take it off.
"not everyone would be as comfortable in their body as you are," he says, worrying his lip between his teeth as felix huffs, trying to keep his hospitality in this get together.
"what? everyone probably has a nice body here." felix states like it was a matter of fact.
chan, seemed to put the role of damage control upon himself, but who is he to talk? that man had a body of a greek god statue, minus the small cocks.
"guys, guys, calm down! we know not everyone wants to show off their beautiful bodies, it's your body your choice." chan, what the fuck? why did he sound like those teachers encouraging a student to sing in front of the class.
except singing in front of the class was quite literally nothing like stripping off all your clothes and parading around on a twister mat.
the sudden silence in the room was deemed painful in jisung's opinion, you could quite literally hear a pin drop.
suddenly, "i'm down."
jisung looks up in surprise at the voice, none other than yours truly, kim seungmin.
jisung thinks his heart does a homoerotic lurch.
lanky and lean seungmin is down to show off his body, he thinks this should be alerted onto the walls of billboard because what the fuck?
changbin seemed just as shocked too, because seriously, the guy who refuses to show even a silver of his arms is ready to prance around as bare as the day he was born?
"dude, are you sure? you don't even show your arms..."
seungmin smiles a little, akin to a mischievous little puppy as he tilts his head at changbin.
"why, hyung? worried you'll pop a boner after seeing my marvelous body?"
that seems to shut changbin up, in fact, that seems to shut them all up before felix clears his throat for what seemed like the fiftieth time.
"guys, we are all comfortable with eachother, it's nothing we haven't seen before. the only difference is that it just might be swinging in your face for longer than you'd like."
some of them chuckle at that because it really was funny when you think about naked dudes playing twister on a random wednesday night free of schedules.
they actually had played twister before, but very much clothed in police uniforms, it was all recorded so it was as family-friendly as twister could get.
but what felix said was right, it was nothing any of them haven't seen before, but what if he comes in close contact to one of their uh "tralalas" god, forgive jisung for being so silly about this but there's literally no other way jisung could go about this.
it was just a jisung thing to be silly.
"why don't we take a vote?" chan suggests, ever being the logical and open-minded leader whether it carries outside of the group or not.
everyone seemed to agree with this after felix's small preachment as they slowly sit up from the couch, ready to vote.
"hands up if you want to play naked twister?"
some hands rise fast, some slow, and some don't rise at all.
obviously the three people who were totally down had their arms up as high as mount everest, felix, minho, and seungmin grin cheekily to eachother.
chan had been one of the indecisive ones, but finally coming to a choice of giving it a try.
changbin too, all jisung has to say about this is that changbin promised to reveal his abs soon anyway.
hyunjin had been a little stiff today, he didn't seem really comfortable to do pretty much anything today, let alone naked twister.
"i'll just watch, guys."
felix grins at that, finding it amusing. "ever the voyeur, hyung." he then turns to jeongin, the only other one in the room who didn't raise his hand.
"i'll watch too, it'd make a good show." jeongin leans back, as if to make himself comfortable for a netflix show and gives felix a little wink.
felix just pinches jeongin's cheeks and his eyes avert to jisung, who had been sitting hunched over, twiddling his thumbs.
his leg was shaking like crazy, and he was avoiding minho's gaze to no extent.
"what about you, sungie? you wanna watch or give our two little voyeur babies here a good show?"
jisung visibly gulps. none of the members had ever seen him fully naked.
sure, his abs were to die for, but the rest? he felt petite and small and he just really wanted to crawl into a hole and stay there forever.
it's not like he was insecure, he just wished he was built with the masculinity that was in some of his other members.
he has nothing against femininity, but if the members see how tiny he really is in his lower half... he'll be lower in an emotional perspective.
"i... uh," jisung starts, he starts but he never knows how to end.
and it seems somehow someone has found that end for him.
"what happened to you wanting to prove you're bigger than everyone here?"
jisung's head turns to seungmin so fast he almost gets a whiplash.
it's true, he had bet before that he was bigger than all of them but please note that he was drunk and had absolutely no filter on what he should or shouldn't say!
"i didn't mean that..." jisung mutters, but seungmin was an enigma, he always had a way to get the balls (heh) rolling.
"oh so you're saying that you're small? tiny? miniscule? so small you'll even lose to silly ole me in some measly naked twister?"
jisung can't believe his ears, why was seungmin talking to him like this? with sheer disrespect to someone days older than him.
why was he using that monotonous tone with him? like he was disinterested, a mere gum under his shoe.
why does he like it?
"i never said that.." jisung is quick to defend himself because his ego and dignity is on the line here.
"oh you didn't? you want to prove me wrong? go on then, strip." jisung freezes up, like his body actually does a full convulse as he looks down at his lap, not having the guts to look seungmin in the eyes.
he may be younger but jisung has learned today that he holds a lot of power over him.
"seungmin, i don't think we shouldー"
jisung was actually a little thankful that chan is trying to stride the conversation to what path it was originally going on, which wasn't whatever this was.
"no, hyung. he made a bet, and he's going to go through with it."
jisung knew this was a lost cause, if he were to deny that he said it, he'd been seen as a coward and the members probably had solid evidence of him preaching out a dramatic retelling of how humongous he was.
jisung already knew he was quite small but he didn't want to seem like a coward, especially if seungmin takes pleasure in proving him wrong, so he stands up and makes the worst mistake in the whole wide worldー
"okay! i'll fucking do it but you play a round of nude twister with me and start calling me hyung if you lose!"
the shock on seungmin's face doesn't stay for long before that damned grin makes its way back on his face.
"okay... let's play..."
was it too late to opt out?
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"stop taking up so much time, i seriously don't understand what you have to be nervous about, you're big, right? own it." seungmin's voice sounded rough as he sat back and watched on with hooded eyes.
jisung couldn't move, but with all the confidence he can muster, he lifted his head and stares right into seungmin's deep black eyes.
his pupils were dilated.
"i didn't say i was big per se..."
"and i quote, 'i'm the biggest out of everyone in this room, combined.' and mind you, old hyung was in the room too."
chan huffs a little at being called 'old hyung' but relishes in the fact that he had called him big.
"aren't you being a little too mean?" the oldest says and seungmin shoots him the nastiest glare ever that the older backs down on the seat.
"he likes the humiliation, how can you guys not tell?"
jisung flushes a deep shade of red at that, how in the world does seungmin out of all people know of his humiliation kink?
when jisung doesn't say anything, seungmin's lip lifts a little at the side, like he knows he hit some kind of nerve.
"c'mon jisung, we don't have all day, give the people what they want."
right after seungmin says that a majority of the members start denying his words and chan starts rambling about how jisung shouldn't do what he doesn't want to do.
"but seungmin's right, i do want to see this." of course it was minho who said that, who else would it even be?
seungmin and minho make the most dangerous combination and jisung is wrapped around both of their fingers, together.
"see? we have an excited audience, ready to see what big package jisung has prepared for us."
a chime of denial again before it becomes silent.
jisung knew none of them would actually judge him if he were actually not up to par in terms of size, but his ego will be bruised and beaten up.
and not to mention that some of the other members here we're actually huge, when it comes to body and down there.
jisung didn't even have a chance to begin with.
"c'mon sungie, show us your gargantuan dong."
with trembling fingers, jisung's hands go to the buttons of his shirt, weakly unbuttoning the buttons.
he looks down to avoid eye contact with them all.
once he gets to the bottom button, he hesitates before pulling off his shirt and letting it fall to the floor.
showing off his torso wasn't really a big deal, dudes did it, chan and felix loved doing it.
and the members have all seen this before, so it wasn't really as much of a big deal.
besides, the tattoos inked on his skin contrasting with his soft honeyed skin was a sight to see, if he does say so himself.
"why get all shy now? we have seen this hundreds of times, i wanna get to the good part."
he holds in his sound of annoyance because, well, as bratty as he may be, he didn't want to seem overly defensive in a setting where everyone was watching him like a hawk.
the eyes raking over him felt like little sparks of electricity to his skin.
his hands go down to the waistband of his pajama pants, his eyes were watery, the humiliation felt too good.
"nice tattoos you have there, sungie. that one says 'blessed' hmm? is it about how you're supposedly 'blessed' to have a massive cock?"
jisung squeezes his eyes shut, he wants to bite back, he snarky but seungmin's way of words have him tongue-tied.
"guys i think he's feeling uncomfortable..." hyunjin trails off, nervously watching jisung just standing there, deep in thought.
"nonsense, he likes this. he likes starting things and leaving them unfinished, but guess what? i'm going to get to the bottom of this."
minho hums in agreement with seungmin, looking back at jisung, who still had his hands on his waistband, thumbs under the stretchy cloth.
"slide 'em down, sung." wait... changbin? jisung looks up and sees changbin giving him a lazy smile. so they're enjoying this, huh.
he looks at the others, chan had concern etched on his face, hyunjin looked just as worried, jeongin looked rather curious with his neutral expression and obviously seungmin and minho were enjoying this.
but changbin? jisung didn't expect changbin play along.
"hurry up so we can play naked twister already!"
oh yes, the twister game, that's the main objective of today, isn't it? then why does he feel like he's being targeted into being the first one naked?
"y-yeah, the... naked twister... yeah," jisung timidly says as he starts to slowly slide down his pajama pants.
"hey wiggle a little! this show is boring!" minho complains loudly and jisung actually feels like he's going to turn into a tomato.
he wiggles around a little to succumb to their complaining as he slides down his pants all the way, letting them fall to the carpeted floor.
he steps out of his pants and looks over at the seven of his fellow members, eyes glued to his crotch.
jisung is starting to think there is more to this than seeing if he's actually big.
"oh jisung, i wanna see it in the flesh," minho smiles but hyunjin grimaces at that.
"don't use the word flesh when you're talking about dick!"
"why don't you be quiet before you become next?"
hyunjin quickly shuts up at that, pursing his lips with a sense of neutrality.
seungmin leans over, squinting at where he was burning holes into jisung's boxers, as if he has an x-ray vision and can see right through them.
"i can see a bulge, i guess, i needed to look closely to see it."
ouch. jisung thinks his ego will be very shattered tonight.
"i can't see you do any fucking, so do you really need it?"
that actually sets jisung off.
"of course i can fuck!" he defends, ending up sounding really really whiny.
seungmin just chuckles before motioning for him to take the rest of his garments off.
so jisung complies, his dignity had literally dwindled the second he agreed to this so why stop now?
"mm, this is a sight."
he looks anywhere but the seven people in front of him, he just wants seungmin to get naked too so that they don't only focus on him.
NOT because he wants to see seungmin naked.
"very well, jisung. it's not as big as you made it out to be, but it's average, i'll give you that." minho says, like he's explaining a science experiment.
"well, a promise is a promise, isn't it?" seungmin rises to his feet and creeps closer to jisung, the latter backs away.
being the only one naked in front seven impossibly good looking guys makes it impossible to not have a hard-on.
and he's trying not to spring one up right now.
"oh jisung, are you getting hard? does the thought of all of seeing you like this turn you on?" seungmin draws out, face leaning down to jisung's height.
jisung blinks once, twice, his doe eyes shine in the fairly lighted room.
jisung doesn't answer, so seungmin stands back and decides to take matters into his own hands.
by taking off his own clothes.
jisung gulps, watching as seungmin calmly takes off his own pajamas, not caring of the eyes that were on him.
once fully naked, seungmin straightens up and just his chin out at the twister mat on the ground. "shall we?"
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playing twister was bad enough, but playing it nude?
it was a whole other level of absurd.
"left foot, green." jisung sighs, he was on his hands and feet, backwards, like a crab. it was awkward to be like this in general, but nude? with his cock hanging in front of their faces?
god, kill him.
seungmin was in a similar position, except he was smart enough to comply on his front.
his cock was swinging easily, though, but his lanky body hid it as his back is the only thing seen from any seat of the couch.
"remember guys, the goal is to get the other person out."
jisung knows this rule, it's literally the main objective of twister, get the other person out, invade their space.
in their current predicament, however, he knows one of them will have a crotch too close to their face.
"right hand, blue."
okay, that was pretty easy, he moves his right hand to flatten it on top of one of the blue circles, in the same position, but his limbs intact mostly.
however, seungmin has taken to hover over him and reach for the blue circle right beside his head.
it was like he wanted to piss him off on purpose.
he knew this because of the fact that seungmin keeps turning his head to him, trying to gauge a reaction but jisung will stay strong because he's a capable youngー
"right leg, yellow."
seungmin grins before swinging a leg over jisung, his foot landing on the yellow circle right next to his hip.
jisung tries not to pay any heed to the presence on top of him as he slowly drags his feet up to a yellow circle.
seungmin's breath was warm against jisung's face as the former seemed to be looming closer and closer.
"do you like this, sungie?"
"i'm older than you." is all jisung can think of.
"only by a couple days, now answer my question."
"i don't have to answer anything." jisung snaps and turns his head to the side to avoid seungmin's lingering gaze.
since when did seungmin start acting like minho?
"left leg, blue."
jisung huffs and looks over at felix because he doesn't seem to be using the spinner thing that comes with this game.
he was purposefully trying to make him lose.
and seungmin was winning.
had he forgotten that jisung was the most competitive person alive??
so jisung slides his leg under seungmin's body, the warmth of both of their bodies encapsulating the both of them.
it was an awkward position, his leg being stuck under seungmin's torso and his body twisted at an awkward angle, but jisung would rather be in this incriminating position than lose!
he can also feel a little something else.
on his own thigh.
shit.
seungmin peers down to where jisung was staring at and chuckles a little at seeing his face of horror.
"seems like you've gotten me a little excited, sungie."
fuck.