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After practicing choreography for hours, Woonhak finally stopped and collapsed onto the floor, breathing heavily. He had been practicing alone because he wanted to sharpen his skills and improve the areas where he felt lacking. However, his rest was interrupted when he heard the door open, and someone entered the practice room. "Woonhak-ah~" That sweet voice made Woonhak slowly open his eyes and turn toward the source of the sound. His heart skipped a beat when he realized the person who had entered was none other than his fellow member, Sungho—the same member he happened to have a crush on. Every day felt difficult for Woonhak whenever Sungho was around. His heart always raced whenever Sungho came close. Unable to trust his own voice, Woonhak simply raised an eyebrow in response.
Step by step, Sungho walked inside and closed the door behind him, though not completely. He approached Woonhak while holding something in his hand. Curious, Woonhak sat up from the floor and focused on the object resting in Sungho's palm. "Hyung, what's that? Where did you get it?" The question made Sungho smile as he held the item closer. "Oh, this?" He showed it to Woonhak. "I got it from the staff earlier. They said we have to film some content using this stamp. You know our comeback is coming up soon." Sungho explained everything in detail. Now that he had his answer, Woonhak simply lay back down on the floor, exhausted. He nodded silently. His indifferent reaction almost made Sungho angry.
Even though Woonhak seemed uninterested, Sungho continued explaining why he had come to the practice room in the first place. "They told us to film this content in pairs, and I figured you're the only one who doesn't have a partner yet since you've been hiding in this room all day." He ended the invitation with a smile. The moment Woonhak saw that smile, he quickly looked away. That smile was always his weakness. He cleared his throat and forced himself to speak. "I really can't do it this time." He sighed tiredly. "Just tell the staff I'm not feeling well." The answer caught Sungho off guard. His lips pouted. "You just don't want to do it with me, do you?" His voice sounded soft and whiny. "If Leehan asked you, you'd probably agree without thinking twice."
Sungho's obvious sulking almost made Woonhak jump to his feet. His hyung looked way too cute right now. Still, he forced himself to stay where he was. "No, hyung. Why do you always bring Leehan into everything?" Sungho scoffed and crossed his arms. "What kind of question is that? Everyone knows Leehan is your favorite hyung." Woonhak nearly laughed. Sungho looked adorable whenever he pouted. That only made Woonhak want to tease him a little longer. "My answer is still no. I'm tired. Go film it with Jaehyun or someone else." He closed his eyes again, secretly delighted by how much he was teasing his hyung.
Sungho glared at him. He walked over and stood beside Woonhak's head. Even with his eyes closed, Woonhak could perfectly imagine Sungho's puffed-up cheeks and stubborn pout. Sungho bent down and knelt beside him before repeatedly smacking his shoulder. "Kim Woonhak! Listen to your hyung! Get up!" Even though the hits were fairly hard, Woonhak ignored them completely. To him, they felt more like affectionate taps from Sungho. After several minutes, Sungho finally said something that changed Woonhak's attitude completely. "Fine! Then we'll do it your way. You can do whatever you want with the stamp. Otherwise, both of us are going to get scolded for delaying the filming." Woonhak's eyes flew open. He sat up so quickly that Sungho instinctively stood up as well.
Woonhak's gaze fixed on the stamp before shifting toward Sungho. "What does it say?" A victorious smile spread across Sungho's face. He felt proud knowing he had finally won. "The stamp says..." He handed it over. "Must Go Viral." Woonhak took the stamp and turned it around in his hands, inspecting it closely. Then he suddenly paused. A thought had appeared in his mind. His eyes slowly lifted to meet Sungho's. Step by step, he walked forward until there was no space left between them. "You said we could do it my way, right, hyung?" His voice was quiet. Sungho shrugged casually and nodded without giving it much thought. "Yeah. Whatever you want. As long as we finish the video the staff asked for." His answer sounded innocent, as though he had no idea what kind of thought had just crossed Woonhak's mind. "Don't take those words back later," Woonhak spoke again. Sungho tilted his head. "Why would I take them back?" Instead of answering, Woonhak lowered his head toward Sungho's ear. "Can I ask for permission to remove all of your clothes, hyung?" Sungho's eyes widened, lips parted in surprise.
Sungho was still stunned by what he had just heard. "W-what do you mean?" he asked, his voice quiet and slightly shaky. His reaction made Woonhak smile. Calmly, as if it were the most ordinary question in the world, he repeated himself. "Can I remove all your clothes?" Sungho clicked his tongue in frustration. "Yeah, I heard what you said. But why would you want to...?" Woonhak stepped closer. His fingers caught the hem of Sungho's shirt. "You said we could do this my way, right? Trust me, hyung. This is going to be really interesting." His fingers slipped beneath the shirt, brushing gently against Sungho's skin. The atmosphere between them gradually became warmer and more tense. Woonhak's gaze remained locked on Sungho's eyes, so intense that Sungho eventually had to look away. Even so, curiosity continued to grow inside him. He wanted to know what Woonhak was planning. Slowly, he nodded his head in agreement.
After receiving permission, Woonhak smiled and gripped the edge of Sungho's shirt. "Thank you." He pulled the shirt off gently, taking his time and not rushing at all. As the shirt came off, Sungho's body was revealed. His skin looked smooth, and his physique was toned from years of training. The cool air brushed against his exposed skin. Under the practice room lights, he almost seemed to glow. Standing in the middle of the room, Sungho instinctively crossed his arms, trying to cover himself as much as possible. Suddenly, he found himself pushed lightly toward the mirror. A gasp escaped his lips—not from pain, but from surprise. Woonhak stepped in behind him until their bodies were nearly touching. The closeness allowed Sungho to feel the warmth radiating from Woonhak's body. Warm breaths brushed against the back of his neck, making goosebumps rise across his skin.
Through the reflection in the mirror, Sungho could see Woonhak standing behind him. He looked incredibly tall. His frame was large enough to make Sungho seem almost swallowed by his presence. Their eyes met briefly in the reflection, but Sungho quickly looked away. The reaction made Woonhak smile quietly. "Hyung..." He leaned close to Sungho's ear. "Are you nervous?" One of his arms wrapped around Sungho from behind, his hand resting over Sungho's chest where he could feel the rapid beating of his heart beneath his palm. His other hand traced slowly along Sungho's back. The gentle movement made Sungho bite his lip to keep from making a sound.
Woonhak leaned closer once more. His voice dropped lower, almost like a whisper. "Your heart's beating really fast, hyung." He laughed softly. "Relax. I haven't even started yet." Sungho swallowed hard at those words. Without saying anything else, Woonhak reached for the waistband of Sungho's pants. He pulled them down and tossed them aside without caring where they landed. Now completely exposed, Sungho felt every nerve in his body become painfully sensitive. He stood there between Woonhak's warmth behind him and the cold mirror in front of him. The chill of the glass made his cock sensitive.
Sungho managed to ask in shaky breaths, “W-Woonhak…what do you actually want to do?” He expected an answer, but instead Woonhak tilted his head to the side. Woonhak stared at the exposed skin for a moment, caressing it with his thumb before pressing a kiss there. He opened his mouth slightly and used his strong teeth, letting them sink into the skin. Sungho shut his eyes and whimpered, nearly stumbling forward, but Woonhak quickly held him steady. A few seconds later, Woonhak pulled back and stared at the mark he had left behind. His eyes darkened as he saw the red hickey on the older man—most importantly, one made by himself. Pride and possessive feelings built up in Woonhak’s nerves as he proceeded to leave more hickeys on Sungho.
Each one made Sungho’s head feel dizzy. Sungho didn’t know whether he enjoyed being eaten up like this or if he should be afraid that the others would see something on his skin. But right now, none of that felt important. All he wanted was for Woonhak to continue whatever he had planned. After a while, Woonhak pulled away and carefully looked over Sungho’s neck. Then he picked up the stamp Sungho had brought earlier and pressed it over every mark he had left. Sungho gasped at the sudden wet feeling. He looked into the mirror and realized Woonhak had stamped every single mark. He wanted to turn around and scold him, to ask why he was doing this, but the attempt stopped when Woonhak pressed him hard against the mirror again. A quiet whine came out from his mouth as the cold mirror touched his skin once more.
Sungho’s breath became uneven, and the mirror fogging from his breath then disappeared for a second. His palm rested on the cold mirror, trying to balance himself. He looked up again, and he saw in reflection, Woonhak admiring his neck, taking his time after what he did to him. Woonhak’s lips curled, his gaze dark as he was satisfied with his work. “Pretty… you’re so damn pretty, hyung,” he whispered against his neck. Sungho tried hard not to make any noise, even if it felt ticklish. The way Woonhak said it made heat rush to his face. “Woonhak.” The younger hummed, too immersed to look away from Sungho’s neck. He tried to turn around, but Woonhak held him very tightly, making it hard to do so. “Why, are you going to scold me?” Sungho frowned at that question. “Obviously, what was that for?”
Woonhak leaned his chin on his shoulder, his hand still on Sungho’s hips to keep him in place. “So everyone knows...” Sungho blinked, his heartbeat starting to beat fast. “Know what?” He became nervous when Woonhak paused halfway. Woonhak lifted his gaze, meeting Sungho’s eyes. “...that you are mine.” Sungho opened his mouth, wanting to talk back, but shut it again when nothing came to his clouded mind right now. He gulped at how intense and confident the younger man was. Seeing Sungho's reaction made Woonhak chuckle at how nervous his hyung was. His thumb brushed lightly against Sungho’s jaw. “Can I continue, hyung?” Sungho was so weak when Woonhak used that gentle voice when he wanted something. Woonhak moved his body back a little to test something, and then he noticed how Sungho's butt moved toward him. He smirked, knowing that Sungho had become needy. Sungho flushed, feeling like he had lost the warmth when Woonhak moved away from him.
Woonhak, still in full clothes, pressed his pelvis against Sungho again, breathing in his ear. “Hyung... are you that needy for me?” he asked as he kept pressing there. Sungho whined, trying to grind toward Woonhak to get some friction. “Woonhak... don’t do this to me.” Sungho almost sobbed, felt overwhelmed, and needed Woonhak’s help before he lost control of himself. Woonhak cooed at the sight of him. “I’ve got you, hyung,” he said softly, kissing Sungho’s shoulder before guiding him closer. Unzipping his pants, taking out his cock that had already hardened, and playfully caressing it between Sungho's butt.
“Wait.” Woonhak stopped briefly, his voice steady. “I need to prepare you first—” “No need!” Sungho’s sudden outburst startled him. He lowered his voice, suddenly shy. “I...I played with myself yesterday…” he admitted in a whisper. Woonhak’s eyes darkened at the honesty. The thought of Sungho touching himself alone made something stir in him. An emotion he couldn’t quite name. Mad? Jealousy? He bit the inside of his cheek, struggling to stay composed. Without another word, he pulled Sungho closer and shoved his cock in one motion very easily. So it's true that his hyung is playing with himself. He gripped Sungho's waist hard, let out his cock halfway, then thrust inside him. Sungho gasped, his body jolting, pressing back against the mirror.
“Playing with yourself, hyung?” Woonhak murmured, his voice low. Each pounding between them made Sungho’s thoughts scatter. Woonhak’s hand tightened briefly at his waist before he shifted his attention and spanked Sungho's ass, leaving faint marks on Sungho’s skin. He took out the stamp and stamped on the red mark. Sungho let out a broken sound, the quiet room amplifying every reaction. “Woonhak—ah…” Sungho tried to speak, but his words came out high. “Are you planning to—” His sentence broke off as Woonhak’s hard thrust made it impossible to continue. Woonhak spanked on the other side and did the same thing. Sungho arched slightly, overwhelmed by the intensity of the moment. “Yes,” Woonhak breathed against his neck, his tone almost teasing. “Exciting, isn’t it? I can see it in your reaction, hyung.” He grabbed his jaw, tilted his face gently, forcing him to meet his gaze through the mirror. “So tell me…did that useless toy better than my cock?" He took his cock almost all out, then shoved harder. "Answer me, hyung." He groaned, paused his hips just to make Sungho whimper at the absence of his warmth. “Y-Yours is the best,” Sungho finally managed, his voice trembling. “Please…I need you.” Tears gathered in his eyes. Woonhak exhaled slowly before pulling out his cock from him.
The sudden emptiness made Sungho gasp softly. “Why did you stop?” he asked, still dazed. Woonhak moved to the couch at the end of the room and sat down, watching him closely. His cock is still free, waiting to be inside Sungho again. He patted his lap, gesturing for him to come closer. Sungho obeyed without thinking, his mind too clouded to hesitate. He stepped forward slowly, stopping in front of him. Woonhak pulled him in by the waist, his grip firm but careful. He wrapped his arms around Sungho's hips and kneaded the red butt that he had spanked earlier. He leaned in, brushing a soft kiss against Sungho’s stomach before speaking quietly. “Show me, hyung,” he said. “Show me how much you want this.” Though what he said might sound cruel, he still wanted to know if this was what Sungho wanted too. He sprawled on the couch, waiting to see what Sungho would do. Would he walk away and leave him? And pretend all of this had never happened? There was sadness inside him, but he didn’t want to be selfish.
Then he looked up when he felt a sudden movement. Sungho climbed onto his lap, his thighs gripping him on both sides. His hands gripped Woonhak’s shoulders to steady himself. Woonhak automatically held Sungho’s hips, not letting him fall. Both of them stared at each other, eyes hazy and needy. Woonhak was stunned, looking into those eyes from this close. Truly, they were the most beautiful eyes he had ever seen. He was willing to get lost in those feline eyes. Sungho leaned toward him, making Woonhak snap out of his daydream. Sungho tilted his head slightly and pressed his lips against his. The kiss was slow at first, romantic as if there was the sound of jazz lingering around them. It quickly turned more desperate when Woonhak bit his bottom lip. Sungho gasped, and Woonhak took the chance to deepen the kiss with his tongue.
The sound of their lips colliding was loud in the room. Woonhak caressed Sungho’s body with his hands and felt that the older man was still too far away, so he pulled him closer until the gap between them disappeared. The closeness made their cocks press tightly together, sending pleasure between them even through the kiss. They stopped when Sungho suddenly broke the kiss and slumped against Woonhak’s shoulder. A soft whine escaped him as he tried to hide his voice, though his body instinctively moved closer, seeking more. Woonhak chuckled at his condition. The sight in front of him now… he still couldn’t believe he got to see his hyung like this. Adorable, helpless, and needy, all because of him. Sungho kept his head down, not wanting Woonhak to see him. Woonhak smirked before gently grabbing his face and lifting his gaze to meet his. Those kiss-swollen lips from earlier made it impossible for Woonhak to resist. He leaned in and gave him a quick kiss, making Sungho’s breath hitch. “Do you want me to help you, hyung?” Woonhak asked. Sungho nodded quickly, breathing against his face. “Hak-ah… please…” Woonhak’s whole world stopped when Sungho called him by that name. A sudden surge of adrenaline rushed through him like lightning.
He gripped Sungho’s waist with his hands and lifted him a little from his lap, guiding him down onto his length until Sungho felt warm and full again. With a deep breath, Sungho lifted himself before sinking back down. He repeated the motion, bouncing on Woonhak's lap as if his life depended on it, his hands gripping Woonhak’s shoulders to move harder. Every time he shifted, it hit straight against his prostate. A shiver ran through him until he tilted his head back. Woonhak took a good look at him, eyeing him up and down. Sungho looked perfect, as if this place had been reserved only for him. The sight made Woonhak lean forward, pressing more kisses against his neck, not caring when he tasted the faint ink of the stamp. His hands didn’t stay still, gently roaming over Sungho’s toned chest with both palms.
Sungho grew more sensitive, not just from below but at the front too. He felt his hardened bud being twirled and flicked playfully. His movements stuttered when Woonhak latched his mouth onto his nipple, sucking gently while one hand rested on his waist, steadying him. He then bit it, leaving a hickey around the areola. Just like earlier, he took the stamp and pressed it against the nipple, making Sungho flinch slightly. Then he moved to the other nipple, giving it the same attention. Sungho sighed and pressed his chest closer; his head was spinning from everything happening at once.
The movement of his hips gradually slowed as his stamina began to fade. Woonhak kissed the center of his collarbone. “Good job, hyung.” He smiled at Sungho, showing the cute smile Sungho had always loved. “Now it’s my turn.” He stood up smoothly, acting like Sungho weighed is nothing to him. The movement made the older man automatically wrap his legs around Woonhak’s waist and his arms around his shoulders. Woonhak carried him to the desk beside the door, dangerously close to the entrance. Every step he took made Sungho hiss softly. He set Sungho down on the desk, not caring if anything on it fell. Both of his arms trapped Sungho in place, their bodies pressed close together. They could hear their heartbeats beating fast because of each other’s presence.
They kissed again, and Woonhak took the initiative, taking his turn to move inside Sungho once more. The sound of skin against skin felt so intimate. Sungho’s whines were low, but Woonhak could hear them very clearly. Every movement pressed inside him, making Sungho scratch at Woonhak’s back while his legs tried hard to stay wrapped around him. The walls around Woonhak felt so warm and tight, even though Sungho had said he played himself yesterday. “Hyung, you’re so tight around me,” he groaned, his lips brushing against Sungho’s neck. “Are you sure those toys loosened you up?” He was teasing him, laughing softly. Even in that situation, Sungho still managed to make the cutest frown. Woonhak kissed those lips again, drawn in by the pout.
Without pausing, he kept thrusting at a faster pace. Sungho arched his back as he felt Woonhak hit deep inside him. “Oh, there? Alright~” Woonhak took note of it before thrusting again, hitting the same spot more deliberately this time. His hands gripped both of Sungho’s knees and spread his legs wider. The movement made Sungho loosen his hold around Woonhak’s shoulders and lie flat on the desk. This new position gave Woonhak a clear view of Sungho. His eyes lingered with satisfaction as he watched Sungho’s body jiggle with every thrust, the red marks standing out beautifully against his skin, along with the blue ink that showed Woonhak had claimed him before anyone else. Sungho always sweated easily, even in colder temperatures, and now his body shifted against the table because of it. His head almost bumped against the wall, but Woonhak quickly pulled him a little closer to stop it; he didn’t want Sungho to get hurt.
As the two were focused on their own world, Jaehyun was walking toward the practice room to get something he had forgotten. He hummed happily, not knowing what he would face later. He opened the door, took a step inside, and then froze at the sight in front of him. His jaw dropped, his eyes wide as he stared at what his two members were doing at the desk. His hand shook on the doorknob, his throat dry, and his body stiffened. He wanted to close the door and run, but his presence had already been noticed. Woonhak glanced to the side and saw Jaehyun standing there. Instead of stopping, he smirked at the leader. He kept moving, making Sungho let out a moan a little too loudly. Hearing that sound from his same-age friend left the leader at a loss for words. Jaehyun immediately avoided eye contact, panic rising in his chest. He quickly shut the door and ran away as fast as he could.
After Jaehyun left them alone, Woonhak returned his focus to the beautiful figure in front of him. Still dazed, Sungho opened his eyes, squinting a little as the light sparkled in them. He asked between shaky breaths, “W-what was that sound?” He tried to stay steady, but another breath slipped from him as Woonhak quickened his pace. Woonhak smiled and slowly caressed his thigh. “Nothing, hyung. It’s just us here.” He pressed a soft kiss against Sungho’s inner thigh, and the gentle gesture sent butterflies through Sungho’s stomach. A few minutes passed, and Sungho could feel himself reaching his limit. His cock was almost red and begging to get touched, but before he could touch himself, Woonhak caught his wrist, his gaze darkening. “Don’t.” He held both of Sungho’s wrists with one hand and moved harder. Sungho arched at every thrust. Woonhak leaned down, his lips brushing against Sungho’s ear. “You only get to come by my cock, hyung.” Sungho whimpered softly at the command, his breathing heavy.
The desk shook slightly with every movement, and a few things fell onto the floor, but neither of them paid any attention. Woonhak pulled Sungho closer until they were chest to chest. Their bodies pressed together, heartbeats racing in sync as they tried to reach their peaks together. They stared at each other, eyes hazy and warm. Woonhak kissed him again, one hand resting against Sungho’s waist to keep him close. Sungho melted against him, his cock brushing against Woonhak’s stomach and making him more sensitive. His arms loosely wrapped around Woonhak's shoulders, don't want to let go. Sungho tilted his head back, leaning into every bit of attention when Woonhak pressed gentle kisses against his nipple. A few more thrusts, and Sungho trembled in Woonhak’s arms as he came hard. His body went weak; he held onto the younger man, almost falling. Woonhak exhaled shakily against his shoulder at the way Sungho clenched around him. He tightened his arms around him, pounded his hips roughly at the final thrust, and his hips stuttered before he finally came inside him.
The room fell silent after that, with only the sound of their breathing filling the air. Woonhak slowly pulled out his cock from Sungho's entrance. For a moment, he was completely mesmerized by the beautiful sight in front of him...something only he could witness right now. He gently brushed Sungho’s hair away from his face, revealing those beautiful features again. Then he leaned forward and pressed a soft kiss to Sungho’s forehead. That gentle kiss made Sungho’s heart race even faster, beating wildly like when he pushed himself too hard at the gym. It wasn’t just his forehead—Woonhak kissed all over his face, making Sungho let out a small laugh. The last kiss landed on his lips, lingering much longer than the others. It felt incredibly romantic. When they finally pulled away, Woonhak smiled and spoke softly. “Let’s go back to the dorm. We can clean up once we’re there." He laughed a little. "The others are probably waiting already and wondering why we’ve been here for so long.”
Sungho laughed too and nodded at Woonhak’s suggestion. “Okay… but can we rest here for a while first?” Sungho spoke while hugging Woonhak and hiding his face against Woonhak’s shoulder. “But hyung, don’t you hate feeling messy?” Sungho whined softly but still moved closer to him. “I don’t mind… I just want to stay in your arms.” Woonhak smiled gently after hearing that. “Alright, my beautiful hyung.” He rubbed Sungho’s back slowly and pressed another kiss to the top of his hair, breathing in his familiar scent mixed with sweat. But then he added quietly, “Still… we can’t stay too long. I’m worried someone might walk in and see you like this, and I don’t want that.” His words sounded possessive, with a hidden pout in his tone. Sungho only giggled and nodded, too exhausted to answer properly. After that, the room turned quiet again. Sungho rested with his eyes closed in Woonhak’s embrace, while Woonhak remained standing without complaining, not caring whether he was tired or not. As long as Sungho was comfortable, that was enough. Their heartbeats slowly matched each other, and soft smiles stayed on both of their lips.
Suddenly, Sungho lifted his head from Woonhak’s shoulder, his face showing clear shock as he realized something. “WAIT—we forgot to shoot the content!” Then he lightly hit Woonhak on the chest and glared at him. “This is all because of you. What are we supposed to tell the staff later?” Even with the glare on his face, Woonhak wasn’t scared at all. Instead, it only made him want to pinch Sungho’s cheeks because he looked way too cute. “I’m sorry, hyung… It’s okay, I’ll talk to the staff myself and admit that this was all my fault.” Woonhak said it seriously, hoping Sungho wouldn’t stay upset. Sungho shook his head, then suddenly hesitated before asking, “But… why did you suddenly do this with me… was this some kind of joke…or a game to you?” he didn’t sound angry. He sounded more nervous, almost scared to hear Woonhak’s answer.
That question made Woonhak smile. “Hyung, seriously? Didn’t everything we did give you even a little hint?” Sungho only stared at him in confusion, his face completely blank. Woonhak sighed before leaning closer. “Hyung… I love you. A game? No, I would never do all of this without a reason… I really love you.” The expression on Woonhak’s face made Sungho let out a quiet laugh. He leaned forward and kissed Woonhak on the cheek. “Since when did our maknae become this bold? You’re nothing like the maknae I first met with that shaved head of yours.” Woonhak immediately grew embarrassed when Sungho brought up the past. “Ah, hyung, don’t mention that. That’s embarrassing…” Sungho only laughed. Then he stole a quick kiss from Woonhak’s lips before hiding his face back against Woonhak’s chest. “I love you too…” He said it softly, but Woonhak heard every single word clearly.
Epilogue