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“Hello?” Dongmin whispers into the air, peeking his head through the gap in the front door to take a look inside the lower floor’s dorm. It’s empty. No one responded back. He pushes the door open just enough to slide his body through, closing it behind him gently as if it is made out of glass. He looks all around the room, ears attuned to catch even the faintest of sounds, but he can’t hear anything.
He starts making his way down the narrow hallway that leads into the member’s rooms, nearly holding in his breath. It’s not the first time he does this and it got even more frequent in the last month, but it’s still nerve wrecking every time. Woonhak and Sungho aren’t supposed to be here, they both had plans for the night and won’t be back for the next few hours, but it's still best to be cautious.
As he makes his way towards Donghyun’s room, eyes wide and searching, he finally hears something. The faint sound of water coming from the bathroom. There he is. Dongmin smiles to himself, letting his shoulders relax just a little as he makes his way towards the bathroom’s door, pace a little slower now. He grips the door handle and takes in a breath before pushing the door open to peak inside.
Donghyun is bent over the sink washing his face. It’s not an uncommon sight by any means, he is strict about his skin care routine. He takes boiling hot showers but only washes his face with cold water, go figure. He even bought a little filter for the faucet. Dongmin told him it was a scam and that it does absolutely nothing to the quality of the water, but Donghyun swears by it. He startles at the sudden intrusion and looks up quickly, making eye contact with Dongmin in the foggy mirror who just gives him a closed mouth smile before stepping fully inside the bathroom.
“Dear lord, you nearly gave me a heart attack!” Donghyun states exasperated before resuming his face washing session. “What are you doing here?” he asks, hand in the air reaching for the face towel.
Dongmin closes the door and lets his back hit the wall right next to it. “Can’t even come around to see my own boyfriend anymore?” he asks in a teasing tone, dragging the words to emphasize them and eyeing the shape of Donghyun’s body, still bent over the sink drying off his gorgeous face in the soft towel.
He must have stepped out of the shower just now judging by how hot and humid it is inside here, how fogged up the mirror is and by the wet strands of hair clinging onto Donghyun’s face and neck. He is wearing very plain clothes, a simple graphic T-shirt and black sweatpants, nothing fancy, but Dongmin can’t take his eyes off him. Maybe it’s the way the shirt slips from his shoulders exposing his collarbones, the way it rides up a little to expose the smooth skin of his lower back, the way the sweats hang low on his hips.
A whole assortment of very nasty things cross Dongmin’s mind in a flash, he wants to reach out, touch him, grip hard on the sides of his hips and claim him right where he is, bent over like this, but he simply bites down on his lower lip, lets his head tip back, hitting the tiled wall, and crosses his arms over his chest in an attempt to keep his hands to himself, but he can’t keep the heat from crawling over his cheeks.
“We see each other every day” Donghyun stars, turning around to fully face Dongmin, “I know you are not here to see me” he affirms with emphasis on the word, squinting at him and letting the back of his hips hit the sink before mirroring Dongmin's posture and crossing his arms as well.
Dongmin tilts his head to the side, taking in Donghyun’s face. It’s truly otherworldly how he manages to look more beautiful every time Dongmin sees him. The very little restraint he still had is gone in a second, and frankly, he doesn’t have a lot of time to spare, so he pushes himself off the wall.
“Well…” he begins, taking the couple of steps that separate him from his lover, “I do have other intentions…” he continues, raising a hand to brush a strand of hair behind Donghyun’s ear.
Donghyun keeps a stern face, arms crossed over his body, following Dongmin’s every motion in the small humid bathroom. He tilts his head up a little to look Dongmin in the eye.
“Dongmin…” Donghyun calls like a warning, untangling his arms to place both hands over Dongmin’s chest, not really pushing, just keeping him from stepping any closer, “I’m beat, Dongmin. I can’t believe you still have energy to even consider that” Donghyun scolds, drawing his brows into a frown. Dongmin doesn’t waver, keeping his feet firmly planted on the floor. They really had a full day of variety shows and filming today and tomorrow’s schedule is also full to the brim, but he is a man on a mission.
“You don’t need to do anything, babe” he promises gently, eyes landing on Donghyun’s lips before snapping back up to meet his eyes. Dongmin can see the wheels turning behind them and the way his frown relaxes just a little, so he continues, “I’ll take care of you, you don’t even have to worry about me” he appeals in a low voice, already sliding his hand gingerly around the back of Donghyun’s neck, fingers carding though his damp hair.
Donghyun lets his guards down a little. “You know I don’t like that” he states, but his voice lacks any real bite. “What?” Dongmin asks with a triumphant smile on his lips, tilting Donghyun's head gently to the side before leaving a kiss on his exposed neck. “When you don’t let me take care of you too, or… Only focus on me” he responds, drawing a sharp breath in the middle as Dongmin’s lips drag up the side of his neck. He stops right over Donghyun’s ear, letting a whisper escape his lips, “I get off of it”.
Donghyun grabs fistfulls of Dongmin’s shirt where his hands were still resting over his chest as a shiver runs down his back. Dongmin retreats his head a little, one hand still lightly on the back of Donghyun's neck, the other now gripping on the side of his hip. He takes in the blush that is beginning to bloom high on Donghyun’s cheeks, the glint in his dark eyes, the way he is breathing softly through his parted lips. It takes no effort to close the space in between them.
Dongmin kisses like it’s their last day on earth, too eager, too fast, too strong. Donghyun, on the other hand, kisses like it’s a dance, slowly, rhythmic, purposeful. They are still getting used to it, still learning to navigate this new and precious thing they found in each other. So much so that they agreed to keep things hidden for as long as they could. They are not forbidden from dating, but they both know this could mess up the balance of the team, so they do their best to keep it low profile.
Well, Donghyun does his best. Dongmin is fighting demons every time he wants to reach for Donghyun’s hand in public, but has to pull back, every time Donghyun gives him a look that says ‘you are staring’ when he is in fact staring, every time Donghyun leans just a little closer to him when they’re all gathered up in the living room playing board games and he has to control the urge to wrap his arms around him. This whole ‘keeping-it-low’ deal in killing Dongmin and he is more than ready for it to be over.
Donghyun slides one hand down Dongmin’s torso before reaching blindly for the door with the intention of locking it up. “Here?” Dongmin questions in a whisper, his warm breath ghosts over Donghyun’s spit slick lips. Donghyun just gives him an amused look, a smirk tugging at the corner of his mouth as he slides both hands up, arms wrapping around Dongmin’s neck and pulling him down into another kiss. That is more than enough of an answer.
Donghyun is guiding the rhythm this time around and it’s uncharacteristically frantic, he licks inside Dongmin’s mouth, taking what it’s his, he bites down on his lip and clashes their teeth, pulling down on Dongmin’s neck to bring him impossibly closer. Dongmin smiles in between kisses. Donghyun wants this as much as him, if not more, so he responds on the same level, biting back, pressing his lips against his, sliding his hands around his back and pulling their bodies flush against each other.
Dongmin slides one leg in between Donghyun’s, pushing his thigh against his visibly aroused dick in the loose pants, he lets out a muffled moan at the friction, lips still firmly locked on Dongmin’s. He snakes one hand under Donghyun’s shirt, blunt nails digging into the skin on his back, the other coming around to the front to touch his growing bulge. He is not wearing anything under his sweatpants. Fuck. Donghyun pulls back fully from the kiss, tipping his head back to let out a proper moan, the sound bouncing around the walls of the small bathroom.
Dongmin is taken by a wave of lust, he wants to pull more and more of those sounds out of Donghyun. He lands his lips on the side of Donghyun’s neck, teeth scraping lightly over his pale skin. He wants to bite, hard, mark him up, claim him, tell the whole world that Donghyun is his, but he still has an ounce of sanity left, so he just kisses him. Sloppy, filthy, hungry.
“Tell me what you want” Dongmin commands, voice low and hoarse. It takes Donghyun a second to understand the request and it’s enough for Dongmin to enjoy the sight of him. He looks gorgeous like this, even more than before. Parted lips, bitten red and covered in their mixed spit, pulling in sharp breaths. His face and neck are flushed a gorgeous shade of pink that matches perfectly to his newly dyed blonde hair. His eyes are hazy and lidded, but Dongmin can see the exact moment something inside Donghyun snaps.
He slides his fingers through the raven strands of Dongmin’s hair, gripping hard at it and pulling Dongmin’s head back. He likes it. Loves it, even. The pain, the sting in his scalp, he can’t avoid the soft moan that escapes his lips and the shiver that makes the fine hairs on his arms stand up straight. Donghyun’s lips curl up in a sly smile.
“Get on your knees” Donghyun orders, grip tightening on Dongmin’s hair. He tries to fight back, pull his head away from Donghyun’s grip, but it’s useless. Donghyun lets out a displeased “tsk” sound. “Did I stutter?” he asks, voice firm, eyes dripping with a possessiveness that Dongmin was seeing for the first time. He grasps even harder onto Dongmin’s hair, commanding. It knocks the air right out of his lungs. Honestly he had no problem getting down on his knees for Donghyun, but he truly enjoyed being a brat. His dick is painfully interested inside his shorts.
Dongmin drops easily, knees hitting the cold tiled floor of the bathroom. Donghyun slides his hand away from Dongmin’s hair, fingers featherlight grazing his blazing cheek, traveling all the way to the tip of his chin. He hooks a finger under it, urging Dongmin to look up at him, and he complies. Donghyun must like the view. There is a smile on his lips, almost mocking, and his dark eyes study Dongmin’s shape on the floor, kneeling at his feet, desperate to please him. “Good boy” Donghyun murmurs.
Dongmin shivers at the compliment. He must look pathetic, he sure feels like so, being so aroused from just a little kissing and some hair pulling, but he can’t even begin to explain the way this whole interaction is making him feel. He was supposed to be the dominant one, the one calling the shots. He is bigger and stronger than Donghyun, but it just feels right to be in the position he is in, eager to please, to comply, to obey.
Dongmin snaps out of his daze when Donghyun pulls his hand away from his face, only the lingering warmth of it is left. He sets both hands by his side over the skin and adjusts the position of his hips a little. Dongmin blinks up at him. “Go on” Donghyun urges, tone and expression a little softer now. Dongmin’s hands shoot up, fingers hooking on the waistband of Donghyun’s sweatpants. He looks up one last time and with a light nod from Donghyun he is pulling the offending piece of fabric down to the middle of his tights.
His cock springs free and Dongmin startles a little. It’s rock hard, flushed and drooling at the tip. Dongmin feels the saliva pooling inside his mouth as he stares in awe at the sight in front of him. He sneaks a glance up and Donghyun has his bottom lip caught in between his teeth, he flashes him a sweet smile.
Dongmin keeps his hands over Donghyun's thighs as he presses his lips carefully over the tip of his dick. Donghyun lets out a soft moan and closes his eyes. Dongmin goes to town. The next second he is taking the full length of it inside his mouth, licking, sucking, pushing and pulling, guided by the sounds Donghyun is letting out, the sharp breaths he is drawing in, the hisses, the way his thighs twitch under his palms when his tongue passes over a particular spot.
“Shit-” Donghyun cusses, landing one hand on the top of Dongmin's head. He must be doing a very good job to get Donghyun swearing like this. “Dongmin ah- wait!” he is whispering in the humid air of the bathroom, pushing Dongmin away from him. He pulls his browns into a frown and looks up at Donghyun, very confused by the sudden change in posture. Donghyun is looking straight at the door, mouth agape, eyes wide. 'Shit' is right! They are back. Dongmin halts all movements, mouth still stretched around Donghyun’s dick. He can clearly hear the rattle of keys and Woonhak’s obnoxious laugh echoing down the hallways.
“Get up! We gotta get out of here!” Donghyun whispers, pulling Dongmin by his shoulders. Dongmin has no intention of cutting this short, in fact, the idea that there are people just outside the door is exciting, rebellious, youthful. He resumes his ministrations, completely ignoring Donghyun’s command. Donghyun’s eyes are wide and he covers his mouth with both hands to contain his moans.
Without any warning, someone pulls the door handle down.
Their eyes shoot straight at the door before meeting each other in the middle. The air turns so thick that it's hard to breathe.
“Donghyun hyung?” Woonhak’s voice calls from outside. He pulls down the handle once more. Dongmin taps Donghyun in the leg like saying “respond!”.
“Y-yes, Woonhak-ah…” his voice comes out broken. Dongmin smiles to himself. This is the most fun he has had all week. He slides his tongue on the underside of Donghyun’s dick who has to bite down hard on his bottom lip to suppress a moan but it escapes anyways.
“Hyung, are you ok? Can I come in?” Woonhak asks, still messing with the door handle. The sound of metal against metal and the possibility of the door actually opening makes Dongmin’s heart hammer against his ribs.
“I’m… the…” Donghyun begins, not really knowing what to say, still trying to push Dongmin away from him. He looks down and Dongmin just shrugs. By all means, he isn’t even here. “I… I think the… ahm… the door is ahm… jammed! The door is jammed, Woonhak-ah! I can’t open it!” Donghyun says, very hesitantly. Dongmin shoots him a thumbs up at the genius excuse he made up.
“Really?” Woonhak asks, his voice muffled behind the wooden door. He chances a few more tries with the handle before saying the worst thing he could possibly say right now. “I’ll go get Dongmin hyung”. He takes about two steps away from the door before Donghyun taps Dongmin in the shoulder. “Say something!” he whisper-screams, eyes wide.
Dongmin pulls away from Donghyun’s dick with a soft 'pop'. He licks his lips and grins. “I’m here, Woonhak-ah…” he announces, his voice sounds way rougher than he thought it would.
“Hyung? What are you doing there?” Woonhak asks, the confused tone is apparent in his voice. Honestly, among all their members, he is glad Woonhak was the one that found them here. The sweet boy is a little clueless, bless him. Donghyun looks down at Dongmin, “Answer him!” he whispers, cocking his head toward the door.
“Donghyun ahm… asked me to…” he begins, eyes searching all over the bathroom for an idea. He lands his eyes on the bright red hair dryer over the sink. Perfect! “He asked me to come down and help him dry his hair!” he answers, loud enough for the sound to travel outside.
“Dry my hair??” Donghyun whispers, visibly shocked with the absurdity of that made up story.
“Ah! Got it!” Woonhak’s voice is bright on the other side of the door. Dongmin puffs out his chest and grins wide at his brilliant cover up. Donghyun flicks him in the forehead.
“Where is Sungho hyung, Woonhak-ah?” Donghyun asks, hand covering his exposed cock in an attempt to keep Dongmin from latching onto it again. Dongmin pouts and crosses his arms over his chest. The fun is over.
“He is upstairs with the others” he answers. “Should I go get them?” Woonhak asks, fiddling with the door handle once again.
“Please, Woonhak-ah! I’m begging! I’m on my knees!” Dongmin answers loudly, covering his mouth with his hand just in time to suppress a laugh. Donghyun slaps him in the shoulder. “Just shut up!” he murmurs, mortified. “Make me” Dongmin requests, tilting his head up and opening his mouth, tongue darting out erotically.
“Ok, hang on!” Woonhak announces. They can hear the sounds of his feet slapping over the wooden floor and then, the sounds of the front door opening and closing.
“Are you trying to get caught?” Donghyun asks angrily. Dongmin closes his mouth, bitter that Donghyun didn’t take the bait.
“You were the one who told me to say something” Dongmin argued.
“Yeah, I regret it” he admitted, giving his still half-hard dick a few tugs, coercing it into full hardness again. “Come here, I’ll put that useless mouth of yours to good use” Donghyun demanded, one hand still working himself up, the other gripping tightly under Dongmin’s jaw. The fun isn’t over. Dongmin quickly took Donghyun’s length inside his mouth, feeling happy to have the weight and taste of it back over his tongue.
“Sorry in advance” Donghyun says, swiping his thumb gently over Dongmin’s cheek. Dongmin looks up at him through lidded eyes, mouth busy, browns drawn into a frown, not really understanding what he was apologizing for. “No… Actually…” Donghyun halts his tender touch on Dongmin’s cheek, fingers now carding through the hair on his bangs, pushing it away from his face and gripping down hard on the top of his head, the sting makes Dongmin moan around his dick, “you deserve a punishment for that” Donghyun says with a lewd tone in his voice.
Dongmin’s eyes shoot open when Donghyun pushes his dick further inside his mouth, the tip of it touches the back of his throat and he tries his best to contain his gag reflex. His eyes immediately begin to water, he gasps in between thrusts, trying desperately to get some air in his lungs, he feels light-headed and numb. His hands grip down hard on Donghyun’s thighs as the pace of his hips becomes unforgiving, chasing his own pleasure, fucking his mouth, moaning increasingly louder. “Fuck- You take me so well” Donghyun praises, voice low and gravely, escaping in between his teeth like a hiss.
Dongmin closes his eyes, pushing tears streaming down his burning cheeks. His hands tremble where they are still gripping like a life line to Donghyun’s thighs and his heart feels like it’s trying to escape from under his ribs. The hard tiles will leave bruises on his knees and his painfully hard dick is straining inside his boxers. He rolls his hips onto nothing, trying to get some relief, some friction.
The front door clicks open, and soon the dorm is filled with the sounds and voices of the other members. Donghyun looks down at Dongmin when his hips stutter, startled at the sudden sound. He wipes a tear away from under Dongmin’s eye, his touch light and careful. Dongmin forces his teary eyes open and nods. Despite himself, he is enjoying the emptiness inside his head. The aggressiveness of the intrusion in forcing his body to focus solely on it, and he might not admit it to Donghyun later or ever, but he finds that he doesn’t hate being used up like this.
Donghyun bites down hard on his lip, really trying to keep himself from making any sound. Dongmin can feel that he is close by the way his dick gets just a little bit harder and his thighs tremble under Dongmin’s palms, so he just sits there and takes it like the good boy he is. The members step near the bathroom door and, like some sick joke, Donghyun's hips falter and he comes down Dongmin’s throat as soon as someone pulls the handle down.
The cold sound of rattling metal sends a shot of adrenaline coursing through Dongmin’s veins and a shiver down his spine right when he feels the bitter taste of Donghyun over his tongue, invading his senses. The feeling is so intense and so overwhelming that, to his own surprise, he comes completely untouched, letting out soft moans muffled by Donghyun’s dick still nestled inside his mouth.
He swallows and pulls back right after, panting, trying so hard to fill up his lungs with air. Donghyun immediately crouches down in front of him, meeting his eyes at the same level, hands cupping both his cheeks. “You ok, babe?” he asks in a worried and gentle tone, eyes darting all over Dongmin’s face, thumbs drying away his tears. Dongmin shallows dry and nods. His body feels fucking fantastic, but his throath is painfully scratchy, like he just swallowed a whole cactus. He probably won’t be able to sing a single note tomorrow.
He can hear the members talking to each other on the other side of the door, it sounds gibberish to his fogged up brain. They share a look in between them before jumping into action. Donghyun is on his feet in no time, pulling his pants up and accessing his looks in the mirror, he doesn’t look too bad. Donghyun helps Dongmin off the floor and back on his feet. His legs feel like cooked noodles after kneeling down for so long, so he finds purchase on the wall, still panting a little. He takes a look in the mirror now and his eyes widen at his reflection. He looks like a train wreck. Donghyun fixes Dongmin’s hair up, a smile permanently plastered over his lips.
He motions to the hair dryer and sits down on the closed lid of the toilet. Dongmin is moving now, picking the object up from over the sink with one hand and swiftly unlocking the door with the other before moving to stand near Donghyun and put up his best impression of their favorite hair stylist.
The members barge inside the bathroom as soon as they try to pull down the handle once more, nearly tripping over each other. There is a second of silence.
“We did it!” Woonhak exclaims loudly, jumping in the air. Sanghyuk is still in the hallway, standing on his tippy toes to glance inside the bathroom. Sungho pulls his browns into a frown, Jaehyun’s browns, on the other hand, shoot straight up to his forehead. They must have clocked it easily, the facts written all over their faces, their blushed up cheeks, bitten red lips and sweaty skin.
“What were you two doing in here?” Sungho asks, taking a look around the bathroom.
“He was drying off my hair for me, hyung” Donghyun lies with a shy smile. He knows he ain’t fooling Sungho, of all people.
“It’s not even on, yall…” Jaehyun says, pointing down at the plug dragging dumbly on the floor.
Dongmin’s gaze follows the black cable all the way to the plug and he lets out a defeated sigh. Donghyun stands up abruptly, already coming up with a chain of excuses, hands waving hastily in the air.
Dongmin sets the hair dryer back over the sink with a resigned curve on his shoulder. Donghyun’s voice bounces of the walls, “he was already done”, “we have been here for a while”, “I asked him to do it, but I can’t do it mysel-”. Dongmin cut though his rambling, “We were fucking” he confessess plainly, the roughness and raspiness of his voice is a dead give away. The silence stretches for a couple seconds as Dongmin moves towards Donghyun.
Donghyun looks shocked, mouth ajar, eyes wide, but there is a tinge of relief in his body language. The other four members display different levels of shock on their faces, sharing glances in between themselves. Dongmin slides a hand around Donghyun’s waist and plants a firm peck on his lips. When he pulls back he whispers “I’ll see you tomorrow” right over Donghyun’s lips, with emphasis on the verb. He gives his ass a light smack before cutting his way though the members and down the hallway.
“I knew it!” Woonhak’s voice echoes down the hallway. “Of course you did, baby” Jaehyun’s voice follows right after.