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sol
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IM???:f:lSKFDL
I DIDNT KNOW IT WAS THAT BAD
like direct hit to the dick bro omg
haenam
??
how did i not see this
was this why jiwook was bending over
wow
jiwook
wHAT
YOU THINK I JUST BEND OVER
FOR NOTHING??
haenam
i mean
jin & kyujoon reacted with 👍
jiwook
so im thinking of starting my solo career.
sullhoon
why does it have almost 1m views
sol
damn
who knew your legacy would be stabbing
jiwook in the balls
Is it commonplace to debate whether it's worth it to jump out of a moving car? That is, unfortunately, the current predicament Sullhoon finds himself in as they drive back from the fan-sign. Even with his AirPods in, Sullhoon can hear Jinsol and Kyujoon's manic, childish giggling in the backseat behind him; they're watching that video over and over again. Losers.
Now:
Sullhoon would like to make it clear to the audience at home that, no, he did not mean to jab Jiwook (forcefully) in the dick with a plastic prop sword. Well—like, he can't actually say this verbatim to the people who've subscribed to his Bubble, but at best, he's making an off-comment about his lack of eye-hand coordination and ㅋㅋㅋ-ing about it. And it's not even entirely wrong!
At its core, Jiwook and himself were only messing around with fan-sign props. You can't bring plastic swords to a fan-sign and not expect some kind of sword fight. It's just natural. And, for a good thirty seconds, that's literally all it was (where he was one-hundred percent winning, by the way).
But in these thirty seconds, Sullhoon was too late to identify the tell-tale sign that his aim was going to be a bit. Off.
Him being taller than Jiwook was obviously going to come into some effect, but Sullhoon did not realize how much effect it would have. As in accidentally thrusting his sword way too low and hitting Jiwook square in the crotch, leading to him doubling over in pain and hollering in anguish.
To top it all off, those fifteen seconds were recorded by several different people and at several different angles and blasted on Twitter. Maybe Jiwook was onto something about starting a solo career.
Sullhoon's being dramatic. Sort of. He knows that Jiwook didn't seem to care in the aftermath and even tried (failed) to get back at Sullhoon in his own Area Of Importance. But overall, there's a bigger, more unsettling realization that Sullhoon has come to.
Backtrack: it's two realizations.
The first, and probably more horrifying, is that he definitely got a hard-on after seeing Jiwook fold like a shitty plastic chair from being hit in the dick. Which—alright, fine. Not great, really. It's not his fault Jiwook made that noise after a foreign object violently assaulted his clothed genitals. As much as this is bad, he's already semi-reconciled with himself throughout the journey of the car ride.
(Technically this isn't the first Jiwook has gotten him hard or turned on. Though that's something for him to deconstruct on a different day.)
But the second realization—which he has only come to right now—is that he's going to be subjected to sharing a bedroom with Jiwook (duh). Which normally is fine, but it feels weird now. It's hard to explain. And he's also sure Jiwook heard Jinsol making fun of him for trying to hide the fact he was hard on the way to their cars. Just lovely.
Ultimately, Jiwook is going to do…nothing. In theory. If Jiwook does have a problem with what happened earlier—that's perfectly fine. They are both adults; they can discuss the matters of getting hard from your group-mate like normal adults do. Because that certainly happens on the regular. All under control.
Sullhoon feels a tap on the shoulder. He turns, takes an AirPod out, and Kyujoon is already staring back at him expectantly.
"Dude," Kyujoon says, snickering, "you got hard?" He then takes the liberty to snatch Jinsol's phone out of his hand to show Sullhoon a clip of himself dumping the plastic sword back into its box as he rushes off stage.
Oh, Christ.
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Sullhoon knows there's nothing he should be worried or concerned about, but it's difficult not to when Jiwook has been unnervingly quiet since getting back. Maybe there's more to this whole dick-striking business that he thought.
In an attempt to not lose his mind, Sullhoon tends to his usual routine. He rambles about the day (and prop plastic sword) in his diary. He readjusts some of the books on his shelf. He ensures the Minecraft lamp hanging above his bed isn't going to fall flat on his face any time soon. And for the most part, it almost takes his mind off Jiwook. Almost. There's only so much you can do when the man himself shuffles into the room.
Sullhoon glances around to the door. Jiwook meets his gaze and offers him a small, "Hi, hyung," before flopping down on his bed. Not even giving a double take or anything. Okay.
In normal circumstances, Jiwook would at least be a little more—inviting. For the last few months, they've been getting a lot closer than they were before; in a conversational and literal sense. It's been great. Sullhoon is very happy with the state Jiwook and himself are in.
(Because it's perfectly normal to cuddle up in your single bed with your group-mate and feel his cock harden against the back of your thigh; which neither of you decide to address in the moment or later on. Bro stuff, or something like that.)
So something about Jiwook almost entirely disregarding his existence isn't exactly a fantastic feeling. Sullhoon follows suit in plopping down onto his own bed.
It's… How does he go about this? The angles of entry to starting a conversation about what happened earlier are slim, and Sullhoon is far too sleepy to genuinely string together a competent train of thought. Oh—screw that. Jiwook can handle himself. Instead of focusing on what actually matters, Sullhoon is going to think of the secret second option.
Still Jiwook, obviously. But specifically his dick.
Like, why did he get hard when they were just laying together two nights ago? They weren't even doing anything. At best, maybe Sullhoon shifted against him a little? Damn. If that little is enough to get Jiwook going, Sullhoon can't help but wonder what else it would take to make him come—
Perhaps that's excessive. Still, the point stands.
At this point, he probably should be sleeping. Jiwook too, but from where Sullhoon watches (and has been watching for the past five minutes) he's too busy doom-scrolling on his phone to actually get under the covers of his sheets. Neither of them have taken the initiative to turn off the lamp in the far corner, their wordless I Am Sleeping Now signal.
Instead of sleeping, he'll let himself continue to indulge a little. In Jiwook, that is.
Between them, they've never put a label on anything that's happened in the past few months. He likes Jiwook, which is a given, and further it's a blessing to be his roommate and for Jiwook to kind of reciprocate. Kind of, because they don't do anything past maybe excessive skin-ship in public and private. At their worst, the time he accidentally edged Jiwook in an Inkigayo bathroom stall while giving him a hand-job as a birthday gift. Though whether the edging or the fact it was Haenam who walked into the bathroom was worse he still hasn't decided.
Either way, he is very happily drinking in the visual that is Jiwook across the room; his hair's still a little damp from the shower, and if Sullhoon squints enough, he can see the top of his boxers poking out from his pajama pants. To stop himself from boring a hole into Jiwook's crotch region (The Incident replays in his head, and he shudders) he focuses back on Jiwook's hair. His roots are way too grown out—
"Hyung? You need something?" Turns out his excessive indulging has led to Jiwook staring right back at him.
Your dick, preferably, Sullhoon thinks. Though that's not exactly appropriate, so instead he says: "No…" It comes off as a question more than anything else. Jiwook squints at him like he knows something.
"Is this about earlier?" Jiwook questions further, swinging his legs around to hang off the edge of the bed.
Fuck, why is Jiwook the one asking this—shouldn't it be him? What a failure, seriously. Sullhoon clears his throat. "Wh—I mean, maybe—? I don't know." Jiwook's glare doesn't break. Sullhoon feels himself flush. "Yes."
There's a sort of sigh-giggle noise that comes from Jiwook. He leans back on his hands. "It's fine, hyung. It was also pretty funny."
Funny for you. You weren't the one getting hard. Sullhoon shrugs to pretend he isn't bothered. "I suppose."
"My dick's perfectly intact, if that's what you're worried about," Jiwook adds, crossing his legs. It makes him look really gay.
Frankly, Sullhoon isn't sure if worried is the word he'd use when thinking of Jiwook's cock in this context, but it works. And anyway, what business does Jiwook have bringing that up? He's sure everyone would know if he managed to break Jiwook dick, or something like that. Unless—
"Is it?"
Sullhoon doesn't know why he says it. Let alone with intonation like he's trying to pry. Does he mean it? Not really. But Jiwook tilts his head at him and proceeds to walk over to the edge of Sullhoon's bed anyway.
Jiwook is standing over him. For a moment, there's this stiff exchange of eye-contact between each other that reads something like: Please tell me we're on the same page and you're actually being gay, before Jiwook seemingly decides, fuck it, and straddles himself on top of Sullhoon's lap.
Hokay. That's wonderful. Sullhoon instinctively scoots backwards to sit up properly against the headboard. He somewhat regrets it immediately because when he does, Jiwook manages to grind down into him and—well. He's about to get hard for the second time today.
Scratch that, actually. He is.
"I am reading this right… Right?" Jiwook inquires. He brings his hands up to rest on Sullhoon's shoulders as support.
As much as Sullhoon does want to give him a verbal response, Jiwook does that thing again where he shifts. Grinds right down onto his dick. And Sullhoon genuinely has to fight demons in order to not either not make a noise or buck his hips up. Don't shame him. He's sensitive!
Rather, he settles on looking between Jiwook's face, then down to where their cocks are currently touching (his hardening), then back up at Jiwook's face again. Thankfully for him, the message seems to translate across.
Jiwook lets out a quiet, airy laugh before leaning forward into Sullhoon's space. "Well?" he then asks, giving a light squeeze to his shoulders.
It's hard to tell whether Jiwook is trying to imply that Sullhoon should investigate if his dick is, "perfectly intact," but something about jerking Jiwook off at this hour, as much as he really wants to, is probably not the smartest. But like, a little rubbing and rutting through clothes never hurt anyone. And he's also rock-hard, so.
Sullhoon lifts his hands to Jiwook's waist, gripping and moving Jiwook down onto him. A small gasp escapes past Jiwook's lips, surprised, but immediately suppressed as he starts rolling his hips. The pressure and heat and the fact it's Jiwook's cock grinding against his own is a world of wonders Sullhoon wished he knew about sooner. He's sure if he tugged his own pajama pants and boxers down, his tip would be leaking pre-cum like a shitty faucet.
Surprisingly, it's Jiwook who's doing most of the heavy lifting here. It's like the dude can't stop, helplessly grinding and rolling his hips desperate for release—maybe even Sullhoon's release before his own. And despite his efforts to stifle them, he's making the cutest whines and grunts; which, every time, shoot directly to Sullhoon's dick.
And suddenly the thought of what does this make them hits Sullhoon. Is this just a one-off thing? Will they get any further than just a little humping? Well, it's not exactly ideal dating while being an idol and everything, but, like, he really, really likes Jiwook.
It's fine. They can just be Dudes Who Touch Tips From Time To Time. Sullhoon can settle for that.
"Hhng—H-Hyung," Jiwook whimpers, hips stuttering. Something about hearing Jiwook say that sends Sullhoon reeling. So much so that, then and there, he straight up comes in his own pants. Shit, he didn't know he was into that.
"Can, can you—" Instead of finishing his sentence, Jiwook reaches to grab Sullhoon's wrist. He then shoves Sullhoon's hand past his waistband and into his boxers. So much for saying he wasn't going to jerk Jiwook off. He wraps his hand around Jiwook's length in the fabric.
There's a throaty, half-moan noise that comes from Jiwook (Sullhoon tries not to come for a second time) as Sullhoon releases his dick from his boxers. Jiwook burns hot in his hand, pre-cum smeared all around his tip, and for the first time in his life, Sullhoon has an urge to describe a man's cock as pleasant-looking.
He pumps experimentally down Jiwook's length, mainly around the base. Like earlier, Jiwook collapses forward against him, cheek resting on his shoulder. One particular stroke around near his tip has Jiwook keening into the fabric of his sleep shirt, muffled.
It really doesn't take much for Jiwook to come after that. Because of the timing, most of it ends up coating Sullhoon's palm as well as Jiwook's lap. What a bizarre (but very much welcomed) way to end the night. He can only pray Haenam and Kyujoon in the adjacent room didn't hear Jiwook's moaning.
And he's really not looking forward to dealing with the clean-up that awaits both of them.
"Your dick seems intact enough," Sullhoon jokes. Jiwook snorts before smacking his shoulder.