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Being in a group with 7 other people wasn't easy, but Hong Joong didn't mind. He and the other members spent so much time together that nothing shocked them anymore. Hj was always in the middle of the chaos and was happy to be there. Long days of practice, music shows, concerts, and performances kept them all busy and exhausted. They always wished they could have more time to just relax together but these moments were few and far between. When they did have the time, they spent it watching movies and eating delicious food at the table together.
The tour was finally winding down and they couldn't wait to be home and relaxing after such a stressful few months. They all arrived back to the dorms and a sigh of relief echoed in the room. Wooyoung and San already made their way to the kitchen when Mingi and Yunho arrived. "So what are you making us tonight, Woo?" Mingi ran up behind him and smacked his ass. "Well I was going to make some tteobokki but since you want to act like that, you don't get any". Yunho laughed and pointed in Mingi's face mockingly "ha ha you don't get any." Mingi pushed him away, "shut up, dude." Reluctantly Wy was feeling generous that night and made 8 plates of food for everyone, even Mingi.
They sat in the living room and turned on a romcom to coo and laugh at while they ate. After finishing their plates and cleaning up, they gathered back in the living room. By the time they all got back, the next movie started playing automatically and none of them had seen it. They let it play as they drank their soju. Distracted by conversing among themselves, they missed half of the movie. When they all looked back at the screen, there were 2 men kissing on a bed with things getting more intense. With eyes wide and a now silent room, they watched in curiosity. Several soju bottles covered the table and glazed eyes focused themselves on the television. The scene continued as the muscular men took their shirts off and touched each others' bodies. Jongho pulled his eyes away from the flat-screen to grab the remote but was met with a slap on the hand by Wooyoung. "This is a cannon event for them, let it play". His eyes never leaving the screen. The only sounds in the room were moans and heavy breathing coming from the men on the screen, both of them almost completely naked at this point. Jongho cleared his throat in an attempt to disrupt the silence and pull the others out of their gaze but it was no use. Mingi's mouth was agape, a smirk was spreading across Wy's face, and Seonghwa's bottom lip would sure to be bruised by how hard he was biting it. Jongho rolled his eyes and sighed, sitting back into the couch quietly. The men on the screen had all of their clothes off now and the smaller one had his lips wrapped tightly around the other's length, bobbing his head. Hj broke his stare to look down at his pants and gasped quietly at the sight. His pants were tight around his hardness and his heart was pounding. "HEY why don't we watch something else now, huh? Nobody is even enjoying this movie right? Someone give me the remote right now or nobody is getting breakfast tomorrow morning." Wy groaned and pouted, slapping the remote in the leaders hand, "There. Happy now? Always ruining the fun for everyone." Hj flipped through the channels in a panic and finally settled on a cooking show. He didn't even like cooking, he just couldn't sit there any longer half hard with his friends in the room. "It's getting late. I'm heading to bed now. I'm taking this pillow with me for.. um.. I just want some extra pillows on my bed tonight, okay? Damn. Always so nosey." He ran out of the room and slammed his door behind him, the other members just stared at each other with furrowed brows and confused looks on their faces as they didn't question him about the pillow. "So who wants to finish that movie now that the old man is gone?" Wy cheered. "Me!" All 6 raised their hands in unison and excitement while Jonho folded his arms and accepted his fate. They turned their gaze back to the men on screen who were now squirting lube onto their hands.
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Hj slammed the door behind him and jumped straight into his bed, his heart still pounding and his dick still hard. He couldn't believe that he sat in a room with his friends, got drunk, and then got hard while watching 2 dudes fuck. He had never seen gay porn or affection between 2 men like that before so he was feeling very confused as to why the seams of his pants were holding on by a thread. The other members had seen things like that before so they weren't phased by the content and were seemingly enjoying themselves. This confused Hj even more and he began to question what they did or watched together when he wasn't around. He tossed and turned in his bed, trying to get some sleep so that he could forget what just happened to him, but he couldn't fall asleep with the little problem he still had. Letting his impulses take over, he ran his hands down his petite frame and rubbed himself over his pants. Hj wasn't a very sexual person and never felt the need to fulfill these urges. To be honest, Hj had never been with another person before since he focused more on his work than his own pleasure. Tonight was.. different for him. He needed a release and he needed it now. He slid his hands into his pants and wrapped his small fingers around his length. It was too big for him to fit his hand completely around it but he didn't mind. He pumped himself a little faster, biting his lip and squeezing his eyes shut. A flash of what was on the TV earlier crossed his mind and he felt a course of electricity through his shaft. His eyes flew open and he gasped, never slowing his strokes. He fought the thoughts in his head as best he could, but the pleasure that he felt while imagining the men from the screen was too much for him. His let his eyes squeeze shut again and thought of how hot the movie was, how hot that toned man looked with a cock in his mouth, how he secretly sat there hard in front of his unknowing members. His strokes became erratic and his breathing grew heavier as he thought about how hot it would be if they would've seen him so vulnerable. His back arched off the bed and he came with a loud but shrill moan, riding out his high and finishing all over his slender fingers. He layed there breathing heavily, even more confused now than he was before he jerked off to thoughts of his friends watching him get hard. After he caught his breath, he went to the bathroom to clean himself up and looked at himself in the mirror. "You are stronger than this, Hong Joong. You don't like men and you sure as fuck don't like your members that way. Get it together." He layed back down in bed, drifting off to sleep with thoughts of his friends bodies dancing in his head.
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A few days had passed since his little episode and he tried to push that moment as far back in his brain as he could. Hj never had any question about his sexuality before. He didn't understand how seeing those forbidden things could cause so many feelings inside of him. Yunho made lunch for everyone that day but Hj couldn't stop looking him up and down, imagining those strong hands wrapped around his neck. His lean torso covered by tight fabric, his ass tight in his jeans, his pink lips moving as he spoke. "Hong Joong.. Hong Joong! What are you doing? I've been talking to you for 5 minutes and all you've done is sit there and stare at me. Do you want a sandwich or not?" Hj shook his head quickly to free his mind and stuttered "Yes. I..uhm..will take whatever you give me. Thank you." Yunho put the plate down in front of him and turned to walk away, muttering under his breath "God he is so weird sometimes."
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The next day, Seonghwa was getting ready in the dressing room with Hj for their new photoshoot. Their outfits were complicated and took a lot of time to get into. Leather pants, belts, tight fitting shirts lined the room and Hj found his hanging by Hwa's station. He squeezed into his tight top with ease, but when he tried putting his tight leather pants on, he couldn't get them up as easily. The fabric kept getting caught on the shorts he was wearing underneath and they were too thick to keep on. He hid in another room to change out of the shorts and into his assless underwear. He didn't like to wear them, but sometimes the clothes didn't fit unless they had them on. The underwear were very thin and didn't cover much of his modesty. He managed to squeeze into his pants and made his way back into the dressing room where Hwa was struggling to get his pants up over his hips. Hj stopped abruptly in the doorway, his eyes fixed on the band of the other boy's underwear and his exposed cheeks over the pants. "Hey, Hong Joong. Could you come help me get these the rest of the way up? I can't get them up over my ass, guess I've been doing to many squats lately." Hwa giggled and went back to pulling at the leather fabric. "Su-sure I can try to help." Hj's palms were sweating as he walked towards him slowly. "Can you please stop being weird for like 3 minutes and help me get my ass in these pants?" Hwa rolled his eyes at the time that was being wasted. Hj hastily made his way over to the taller boy and grabbed the waistband of the pants. He tried pulling them up a few times but they didn't budge. Instead, every pull made Hwa's cheeks bounce right in his face. His skin was smooth, the assless underwear fit him just right, and he was perfectly toned. Hj kept pulling them to make his ass bounce as he thought about how nice it would be to squeeze him. "Oh my god come ON. You're not even trying! Do I look that good from behind that you're breathing that heavy or what?" Hwa glanced back at him over his shoulder. "No what- I just- I-" Hj's mouth couldn't form words and his heart pounded into his ears. "It's okay, Hong Joong.. I'll go ask the staff. Thanks for trying though." Hwa left the room while Hj stood in place, the leather pressed firmly against the hardness he now had.
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The next day, Mingi sat in his room playing video games for hours. He ignored the calls to come eat lunch and only left his desk to use the bathroom. Hong Joong noticed his absence and went to check on him. He knocked on his door and was invited in, Mingi's eyes never leaving his computer screen. He was dressed in grey sweatpants and a clean white t-shirt, a very casual fit for Mingi. "You should go downstairs and eat, you haven't had anything all day." Hj pleads. "Fine, I'll go grab something to eat but I'll be right back to finish my game. Hey, while you're here, will you finish off the last of my battles? It's not hard, just click what you think is right." Hj nodded in agreement and sat down at the desk, not having a single clue on how to play. Mingi turned at the door, "Oh, and don't touch anything else. Just stay on the game, okay?" "Sure, I'll just play your silly little game." Hj nods. Mingi left and shut his door behind him, not wanting to bother the other members with the annoying sound of the game. Hj sat in his chair and tried his best to win as many points as possible. For not knowing what to do, he was doing pretty well. After playing for a few minutes, a pop-up came on the screen. Upload complete. Hj looked over his shoulders and clicked on the notification hesitantly. He knew that it wasn't cool to look at what was on the computer, but this was a pop-up. He used this excuse to make himself feel better for snooping through Mingi's things. Click to download. A new screen popped up showing a thumbnail of Mingi's empty room. View. The video began to play, Mingi walks into frame, his hands fidgeting with the button and zipper on his jeans. Hj's jaw dropped as the secret strip tease continued. Mingi danced and did body rolls to sensual music as he peeled every layer of fabric off of his body. His bigger than average member sprung out of his jeans and he grabbed onto it, running his large hands up and down the length until circling his thumb over the slit at the top. Hj sat forward in the computer chair, nose almost touching the screen from concentration. Suddenly, the quiet room was now raptured in clicks, a gasp, and the door opening abruptly. Hj was somehow quick enough to hit the small X in the corner of that video before Mingi could see what he was watching. With a great amount of luck, it just looked like he was playing the game where he left off. Mingi spoke with food still in his mouth, "So, is it hard?" Hj's voice raised, he jumped out of the chair quickly, and spoke so fast that real words weren't coming out of his mouth. He stuttered over every word and just stood there babbling about nothing, the whole time his hands covering his dick. "So... the game was difficult? Did the dragon try to eat you or what happened?" Mingi giggled and pushed past him to sit back down in his chair. "Thanks for keeping it up for me, I hope it wasn't too hard." Mingi stared into the screen with determination to move onto the next level. "Uh, yea. You're welcome, I guess it was kinda hard." Hj looked down as his hands continued to hold down the full erection that was struggling to get out.
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After a few days of Hong Joong struggling with his sexuality, things just kept getting more difficult. Wooyoung and San were always inseparable, constantly touching and looking into each other's eyes. From the looks of it, Hj would think that they were an actual couple. The 2 denied these rumors daily but their actions spoke louder than words. On the night of the incident, Hj returned to the house after a trip to the gym. "Anyone home?" He yelled into the vacant house. There was no response and he let out a sigh of relief. He was so excited to sit quietly without chaos surrounding him for once. He let his gym bag slide off of his shoulder in the doorway and made his way down to the basement to put his laundry in the washer. The basement was big; a game room with a pool table opened up to a small studio with floor to ceiling mirrors to practice if they didn't want to leave the house. He walked through the game room and through the doors of the studio to get to the laundry room. He swung the frosted door open to be greeted with the sight of Wooyoung thrown up against the mirrors, San holding him up against them with his pants around his ankles. At first they were unaware of his presence, San plowing into him. Wy's smooth legs being held tightly in the air by San's strong arms. Hj stood in the doorway stunned at the sight before him. Wy whined in a high pitched voice while San grunted and moaned in a lower register. Wy's back sliding up and down the mirror with every stroke. Hj dropped his water bottle in pure shock and this caught their attention. San stared at him through the reflection in the mirror, not turning around. Wy opened his eyes slowly and made direct eye contact with the leader, smirking silently. After a few seconds of Hj staring back in astonishment, San started stroking into Wy once again. Wy kept eye contact with Hj in the doorway as he took every inch of San slowly. "If I knew you were going to stand there and watch, I would've brought popcorn." Wy said in between heavy breaths, smirking and enjoying every second. Hj turned and ran out of the door into the game room, up the stairs, and into his room. He was out of breath from running so quickly but was also struggling to come to terms with what he just witnessed. Hj stood in the middle of the room confused, asking himself a million questions "How could I not know? How long has this been going on? They're fucking in OUR studio? Wooyoung is a bottom? Okay maybe that part wasn't too surprising. Wait. WHY AM I HARD AGAIN?"
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Hong Joong didn't know how much more of this could take. How could every one of his members be so sexy all of the sudden? He wondered how watching 2 dudes kiss on television could alter his brain chemistry this much. Keeping his mind busy was the only thing keeping him from losing his mind at this point and thankfully their gym was open 24/7. He spent 2 hours there every night after midnight so he didn't have to see the members before bed. Distancing himself from all of them kept his dirty thoughts at bay for the most part so he only interacted with them in public. If he let his mind wander and stare at one of them a second too long, he imagined what they would look like standing in front of him, dick in hand. Hj shook his head as his mind took over once again. He lifted weights, used the machines, and did some cardio before seeing Yeosang walk in. "Hey, Hong Joong! I didn't know you came here this late." Ys said as he strutted towards the weight area. "Yea, I've just been trying to let off some steam before bed." Hj replied. Ys started his routine, putting his headphones in and ignoring the rest of the world. After Hj was done with his treadmill session, he turned around to see Ys laying on his back on the bench press table. His strong arms glistened with sweat, his bulge on full display in the tight work out shorts he was wearing, and the low grunts he made forced Hj to gasp. He knew Ys was buff and loved lifting, but he forgot because he was always dressed in fluffy sweaters and feminine blouses. Hj stood back and watched as Ys bench pressed weight almost heavier than he was, his veins popping out of his hands and arms. Butterflies began to flutter in his stomach, that familiar feeling that has been haunting him for days. "Hey, Hong Jong. I'm trying to lift heavier weights for the first time today and need a spotter. Could you please help?" Ys asked in a sweet deep voice. Without saying anything, Hj made his way over to the bench and took his spot above his head. He had never seen Ys at this angle before; his bright eyes staring up at him, his Adam's apple bobbing when he spoke, and the sweat glistening on his chest. Hj grabbed on to the bar and helped him with a few reps. Ys let out grunts and groans as he struggled lifting the new weight and Hj looked on in anticipation. On his last rep, Ys's arms were shaking and he needed some help getting the bar back on the rack. Hj was too distracted by his facial expressions and the thought of having him on his knees at this angle that he didn't realize how much he actually needed help. Hj snapped out of his trance and rested the bar in place. "What are you trying to do? Kill me?! How could you get distracted so easily?" Ys spoke in a stern but sweet voice. "I'm so sorry. I don't know where my head was. I should've been more careful with you". Hj hung hid head in disappointment but Ys cupped his face in his hands and told him that everything is okay and to not worry about it. With his delicate hands pressed to his face, Hj could feel himself melting into the floor. The eye contact Ys was holding lasted way too long and Hj had to pull away. "I'm going to go to the locker room now and clean up before going to bed." Hj turned to leave but Ys followed him after a pause. "Wait for me, I might need you to wash my hair since my arms are so sore!". Hj kept walking and tucked his erection into the waistband of his pants to keep it from poking Ys while he washed his hair with disdain.
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Hong Joong was at his wits end and his sanity was unraveling every day. His mind was warped with thoughts of his members man-handling him and engulfing his small frame. He did the only thing that he thought would cure his sickness.. Talk to the only man in the group who didn't touch the others, Jongho.
He hurriedly looked for Jongho in the studio, knowing that he usually spent most of his time there. Bursting through the door, Hj felt relieved to see him recording in the booth. Jongho too distracted by singing to notice his presence continued to belt out notes that only he could do. Hj sat at the monitor and turned on the speaker so that he could hear him. His voice swirled around the room, engulfing Hj in bliss. He opened his eyes and looked back to the booth to watch him. Jongho had the mic screen pressed close to his lips and Hj could hear the breaths between lines of the song. He watched as his neck veins strained with every high note, his eyes squeezed shut with concentration, and his strong hand gripping the mic stand. Hj couldn't help but stare in awe, not realizing he was doing so. The song ended and Jongho finally opened his eyes to see Hj sitting at the monitor with his jaw dropped. Jongho stayed in the studio and smiled at him, "How was that? I felt good about that one." Hj nodded in agreement and spoke to him through the speaker, "It was amazing. I love hearing your voice." Jongho smiled and said, "If you liked that one, listen to this. I wrote it myself and wanted to get your opinion. It's a bit different than anything I've done before so be nice". Hj laughed and told him to continue. The music filled the room once again, but the beat and sound was very different than anything he had heard. It was sensual and slow, the words vulgar. Hj was mesmerized once again by the smooth vocals coming out of the man in the studio. The lyrics were sexual and the beat was.. enticing. He bobbed his head to the beat slowly and let his eyes close and his mind wander. He thought of what kind of dirty things Jongo would whisper in his ear. What voice would he use with him when he told him what to do. He wondered if he could sing this long, how long could he last. Hj let out a few little moans at the thought and Jongho stopped singing. Hj started to panic, not realizing that he still had his arm resting on the speaker button. He looked out the glass to Hj and furrowed his brow. "Did you just moan? Like 3 times in a row?". Hj froze in fear, "NO. I just.. I was just.. clearing my throat. Yes, I was clearing my throat. *cough cough*". Jongho gave him some sideye and went back to work, having to rewind the recording since Hj ruined it. Before pressing play, Jongho spoke into the mic "So did you need something when you came in here or?" Hj looked around, "Nope. Was just checking on you! Bye!" He ran out of the room making Jongho sigh and roll his eyes. "Maybe he needs to lay off the Soju, Damn".