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The air seemed to vibrate with the music pulsing from the speakers, drowning out the sound of Soonyoung’s heavy breathing. The beat was finally getting on his nerves after hours of being on repeat, the leader struggling to replicate the choreography he’d co-created only a few weeks ago. His fellow choreographer, Chan, stood by his side. The younger seemed to have endless reserves of energy, eager to go again as soon as the room was engulfed by nothing but Soonyoung’s heavy breathing.
Whereas Chan repeatedly hit every position with near perfection, Soonyoung’s movements, normally as fluid as water, today seemed as though he was moving through setting concrete. With the song coming to an end again, paired with Soonyoung’s endless mistakes, he pushed his dark hair off his forehead for the hundredth time to stop it falling in his eyes. Dragging his feet, he made it over to the nearby table.
Picking up his water bottle, he chugged the remnants. He placed the empty bottle down next to the first he’d consumed in the previous hours, cracking open the seal on the third. Bringing the new bottle to his slightly chapped lips, he felt the pain return to his limbs. With his back beginning to seize up, he leant over, suddenly feeling a sharp throbbing coming from his abdomen. He’d been holed up in the practice room for hours, even before Chan came and joined him, and in that time he hadn’t left to eat, let alone go to the bathroom. Two bottles of water down, and that was something he was starting to regret.
“You doing okay there hyung?” Chan chuckled as he raised his arms above his head, stretching his back, whilst revealing his abs hidden away under his tank top. Chan didn’t even seem to be breathing heavily yet, whilst Soonyoung was there struggling to even stay upright. Taking a deep breath to reply, he felt every part of him ache in response.
“I just need to get this part right, Chan. That’s all.” Soonyoung sighed, almost sounding defeated.
Determined not to stop until he had this dance perfected, he started the music again. As the beat began winding up, Soonyoung tried to push out every other thought in his mind: how tired he was, how much his back hurt, how slow his body was moving, how uncomfortably his white shirt was clinging to his body due to sweat, how much weight there was on his shoulders to lead his unit with this performance for the comeback, and how flawlessly Chan was dancing beside him. But even that couldn’t distract him from the realisation of how badly he needed to pee.
Although he tried, he couldn’t think of anything else.
Now that it was a conscious presence, he could feel how heavy his bladder had become. It was almost as though there was a small bowling ball in there, trying to weigh him down. He could feel his skin stretched tight over his lower abdomen, and a quick glance in the mirror saw the bulge that was evident, even more so now that his shirt was see-through and almost glued to his figure. Every movement sent tiny shockwaves through his bladder, meaning his focus was torn between trying to finally perfect this dance, and keeping his pants dry.
It wasn’t the first time that Soonyoung had forgone bathroom breaks to nail the choreography ahead of teaching it to the other members. Most times it honestly slipped his mind entirely until suddenly waves of desperation hit him, stopping him completely in his tracks.
He watched Chan dance, every movement rolling through his body effortlessly while his own tired reflection struggled to keep up. None of his movements were landing right, each either slightly out of time or not completed before the next move began. He looked wrecked, and he knew in this state it was only going to get worse as time went on.
Halfway through the second chorus, Soonyoung could feel his legs begin to shake with the effort to keep himself upright. Dancing whilst full to the brim with liquid was not a good idea; each step jolting his bursting bladder. Realising that his control was beginning to waver, he gave up trying to complete the song. His movements came to a grinding holt as he slumped forward slightly. His fingers dug into his thighs, trembling with exhaustion and the struggle to keep them from clamping over his dick in a desperate attempt to keep the flood at bay. His body felt minutes away from betraying him and leaking hot piss into his sweatpants.
“Hyung?” Chan asked quietly, barely audible over the song continuing to blast from the speakers. With no sign of movement from the leader, he jogged over to the table and stopped the music. Silence surrounded the pair, Soonyoung’s strained breaths echoing off the walls. Chan noticed Soonyoung’s whole body shaking as he cautiously took steps towards the slumped figure.
“Hyung?” Chan queried again, louder this time as he reached forward to place his hand on the elder’s shoulder. “Are you hurt?” worry starting to fill his voice.
“No, I’m fine–” Soonyoung started, however sudden pain blossomed across his abdomen, causing him to stumble forward. Strong arms suddenly wrapped around him, keeping him upright. Chan had moved from across the room in milliseconds, bringing the leader to his chest as soon as he saw his legs begin to falter. Soonyoung’s hands clung to Chan’s sides, not trusting his fatigued body to not give out again.
“What’s happened? Talk to me.” Chan asked as he lifted Soonyoung’s head so their eyes met. Chan noticed Soonyoung’s were filling with tears.
“Fuck–” Soonyoung muttered as he felt a small leak escape him, his hands rapidly leaving Chan to grasp the front of his pants. Chan’s eyes quickly scanned Soonyoung up and down, noticing the large swell of his bladder against the band of his sweatpants and realising the leader’s predicament.
“Hyung?” Chan repeated cautiously, his voice hushed as though trying to calm a frightened animal. Soonyoung’s eyes were now glued to the floor, his entire body vibrating, still in Chan’s firm grip.
“Channie,” Soonyoung whined as he tried to wiggle himself out of the younger’s arms, drops of piss dripping from his cock despite his iron grip. “Channie, let me go, I need to–”
“Shhhhh, it’s okay–”
“Channie I can’t move, I can’t move it HURTS so much, Channie–” Soonyoung babbled as another leak caused the wet patch on the front of his pants to grow. Chan’s eyes locked on to the growing darkened area, licking his lips as his mouth suddenly went dry. Chan noticed Soonyoung’s bulging bladder seemed even larger than it had mere seconds ago, shocked at how he was continuing to control the sheer amount of piss that was throbbing inside of him. Soonyoung’s legs twisted around each other in a desperate attempt to hold off, and Chan could feel the warm breath of Soonyoung’s laboured breathing across his forehead. “I can’t hold it.” He panted softly.
“I’ve got you.” Chan murmured, pulling Soonyoung flush against his body. He’d seen the leader put off having breaks countless times, however he’d always remembered and dashed off to the bathroom before it had ever gotten this bad before. He could feel how hot Soonyoung’s skin was against his own, knowing how hard his leader had been working to get this performance right. He knew there was so much pressure on him to not let his unit down, or to let Carats down, and Chan just wished he could help share the burden.
As Soonyoung was pulled against Chan, his overfull bladder now trapped tightly between them, he felt a longer stream erupt from the tip of his cock as he cried out. His now squashed bladder sent pulsating pain throughout his abdomen, bringing tears to Soonyoung’s eyes. Soonyoung tried to fight against Chan’s grip, knowing that in a few seconds he wasn’t going to be able to hold on anymore and would inevitably end up flooding not only his own pants, but Chan’s as well now that one of his legs was trapped between Soonyoung’s own.
“Chan, I–” Soonyoung started, gasping as another strong leak escaped him, his nails now clawing at Chan’s hips in a feeble attempt to free himself.
“Just let go, I’ve got you.” Chan repeated calmly, knowing keeping him close to his chest was the only way to prevent Soonyoung collapsing from his legs surely giving out.
Soonyoung gasped as the sound of his steady stream of piss suddenly spilled through his cock. Warmth spread across his groin and began to run down his inner thighs. Chan hugged him closer, whispering comfort into his ear as Soonyoung buried his face in the younger’s neck.
Pee continued to pour out of him as Soonyoung moaned loudly in relief, accompanied by the sound of liquid dripping onto the floor beneath him. A second, broken moan escaped Soonyoung’s lips as he felt Chan’s hips involuntarily twitch against his own. Knowing that the younger’s pants would also be dripping in his own piss, his heartbeat quickened and his skin felt as though raging fire was spreading across it. As the stream died down, Soonyoung’s knees buckled, yet due to Chan’s firm grip he remained standing. However, this resulted in his body pressing even closer to Chan’s, their hips bumping together. Chan released a silent moan, his head tilting back slightly as his growing erection gained friction against Soonyoung’s crotch, now only separated by a few layers of piss-soaked clothing.
“Channie–” Soonyoung sighed, his voice hoarse as he slumped forward, causing Chan to come back to his senses.
“It’s alright, hyung. You’re alright,” Chan reassured as he peeled the pair apart. “It happens, it’s okay. Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Chan slung one of Soonyoung’s arms around his shoulders, trying to quickly steer the older out of the practice room and into one of the nearby bathrooms so he could clean himself up, grabbing Soonyoung’s bag containing fresh clothes before rounding the door. His haste also attributed to trying to avoid his hyung noticing his erection tenting the soaked fabric of his trousers.
“Hey Chan..” Soonyoung began nervously as they entered the bathroom, spinning to catch Chan’s eyes before he was left alone.
“Honestly hyung, it’s fine.” Chan replied swiftly as he placed Soonyoung’s bag on the counter, beginning to stride through the door.
“Channie,” Soonyoung called out, his voice full of vulnerability that stopped Chan in his tracks. Glancing behind him, he locked eyes with the elder. “Thank you.”
“You don’t need to thank me, hyung,” Chan replied softly as he grabbed the doorknob. “Call out when you’re done.” Closing the door between them, Chan found his feet taking him in the direction of the practice room again.
His eyes instantly locked on the puddle in the middle of the room, the distinct smell of piss wafting towards him. The door shut behind him as Chan slumped against it. Now that he was alone, his hand wasted no time rubbing against his clothed erection. Moaning at the feeling of the still-wet fabric against his dick, his desperate movements had his orgasm tearing through him within minutes, his brain replaying the feeling of Soonyoung’s piss seeping through his clothes.
When his eyes drifted open again, the shame of his reaction to his leader’s predicament bubbled up inside him, banging his head against the door frame he leant against. Determined to ignore how turned on he had become by the whole situation, he got to work cleaning the floor. Believing Soonyoung hadn’t noticed his reaction to the situation, he tried to scrub the incident from his mind as he got changed into his own pair of clean clothes.
Across the hall, Soonyoung had slumped defeated onto the bathroom floor as he heard Chan’s footsteps retreat into the distance. He felt his face flush with embarrassment, wondering how he was ever going to be able to face him again. Casting his mind back to what had transpired in the practice room, he couldn’t help his mind dwell on the feeling of Chan’s swelling erection as it pressed against him, ready to be coated in piss. Soonyoung felt his own cock grow hard, realising Chan’s reaction to Soonyoung’s desperation and accident. His palm, still slick with a mixture of drying piss and sweat, clasped around his erection causing a whine to escape his lips. His hips bucked into the air, desperate for friction as he imagined how Chan had felt when his own warm piss started dripping down the younger’s legs. Soonyoung quickly chased his orgasm as cum coated his already sticky hand, gasping as sound of blood filled in his ears. A final, weak stream of piss leaked from his spent cock as he panted heavily.
Once his breathing became stable again, he pushed himself off the floor, praying his legs would keep him upright. Removing his soaking clothing, he stepped into the shower as warm water began to rinse him clean, removing the evidence of what had happened from his body.
The only thing the hot water couldn’t budge, was the thought of Chan holding him close as he came a second time.