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Yeonjun was completely thrilled.
It was award season, he and the other four were well used to the way things worked and how they usually had to learn different dances to perform special stages on all of them, including dance covers requested by the organizers as their group was the only one complimented about their covers from both male and female idols. It was normal for all of them to be requested by their idols to film a Tiktok challenge or to participate in any kind of program, such as the one Eunchae carries on.
So, Yeonjun already knew he had some special solo features on some award shows they would attend as a group because he was the 4th Gen It Boy.
This year, they weren’t going to MMA because of their encore stage, being the most awaited performance from the fandom as they always outdid themselves and gave spoilers to begin a new year and new era. Though they were going to some events as they normally would, there was a specific one that he was looking forward to due to a surprise he received as he was called in a meeting with the agency.
He was going to make a duo stage. With Beomgyu. Dancing Chungha.
If Chungha herself had made that request, Yeonjun would surely die.
He and Beomgyu were called in for a quick meeting before their daily dance practice as they had the encore show to focus on before anything. As they added in a few songs to make it longer, they had more songs to rehearse and make sure it was perfect over anything else. The meeting was only with their manager, some of the company’s dance couches, and a few of their staff.
“The last two years, the entire group was participating in covering some boy group songs either a single song or a mashup. This year, the agency and organization requested a new innovative stage featuring a female idol song in it. They gave a list of recommendations for songs and gave us the freedom to choose who to perform. Yeonjun has been a phenomenon between girl group stans and female idols because of his dancing style and how he preserves the original choreography even as a man, not caring about hip movements or looking feminine if needed, so it was a fact he was going to be in it. As we ran through the songs offered to us, we found a good request that seemed fitting to include Beomgyu in it,” Their manager spoke normally as he ran through some papers before giving one piece each for Beomgyu and Yeonjun.
“Only me?” Beomgyu timidly asked, taking the paper to read as Yeonjun did.
“Yes! You have been presenting wonderful performances and new sides of you this year and the company wanted to cherish your talents and allow you to shine on stage,” The manager replied happily as he put the rest of the stack of papers inside a folder on the table. “The fans loved your performance during the ‘Invitation’ cover, you outstood everyone else as our marketing team could monitor for three days your name trending on several pages. You did an amazing job and the company wants to recognize your talent by giving you an opportunity.”
“Really? With Yeonjun hyung?” Beomgyu exclaimed, his eyes shining like a kid seeing a giant candy.
“Don’t say that, you know you’re just as good and amazing as I am in your own way,” Yeonjun whined by his side and flicked his forehead.
“But it’s different. How am I supposed to keep up with you on a female song cover?” Beomgyu bit back, his usual bickering tone when he spoke to Yeonjun coming out.
“Just like you do every day inside our dorms, silly. Beoms, you can do it,” Yeonjun massaged his thighs under the table as he answered, making Beomgyu gulp at the touch.
“You were the first and only name that came to the table when we decided on the music. You are very well prepared to do this, Beomgyu-ssi,” The manager interveined and added to the topic.
“Okay… Thank you so much for giving us this opportunity!” Beomgyu gently thanked, bowing slightly as he was still sitting down
“We didn’t give you, you earned it by yourselves, with your hard work,” One staff member responsible for bureaucracies within the group spoke up, smiling warmly at the duo.
“Thank you very much!” Yeonjun bowed as well.
“Rehearsing and recording schedules for this special duo stage can be found on the sheets I gave you. We’ll be starting in a week so that you can prepare calmly and with no anxiety and enough time to be confident and prepared for it,” The manager explained calmly as the duo looked through the paper along with the team they would be working with
“Okay, perfect,” Yeonjun hummed and looked back at their team.
“That’s pretty much it. As you already know, it will be pre-recorded and I’ll fill you both in about the clothes when the day is closer so they can fit your bodies by then and avoid any trouble,” The manager finished with a smile and got up from the table, making the others inside the room do the same.
He shook hands with Beomgyu and Yeonjun, who were smiling brightly at the news they just received. Soon, the room was emptied and both of them headed back to the practice room to start their rehearsal.
It was going to be a good change.
(…)
Beomgyu was almost fainting.
There were only two days until their official recording for the Gotta Go cover and he felt like exploding. He knew it was anxiety crawling its way inside his mind, trying to play a trick on himself and making him believe he was not capable of doing what he needed to do at that stage. Which was a blunt lie.
Beomgyu knew he was amazing, he was completely capable of dancing alongside Yeonjun. He had always been complimented by his dance, how he could get such clean and smooth movements without a problem, his lines always sharp and shaped correctly according to the choreography and what was needed. Even the majority of people thought he was part of an unofficial dance line of their group, which was not the case.
The song was already recorded with their voices, cutting just a brief part of it so the stage was shorter. Both of them got a fair amount of lines that were suited best for their vocal cords, not leaving one of them with all the work to do with it while dancing. The song suited them and there weren’t any major changes for them to sing, they didn’t even change the lyrics where it said boy because they didn’t give a single fuck about gendered terms when it came to a cover.
Besides, they liked boys, too, anyway.
Beomgyu was alone in the dancing room, sweating profusely as he ran over the routine for what felt like the umpteenth time of the night. It was late, like, late late and he knew he should probably head back to the dorms before anyone got worried. Yet he couldn’t move his feet away from the room, he couldn’t bring himself to walk away and rest properly because the nagging voice was still ringing loudly inside Beomgyu’s head.
Then, he dropped to the floor, took off his cap, and lay down to catch his breath before dancing again. It was more like a way to take out his frustrations and worries without going to the gym and punching a sandbag as Taehyun did sometimes. He closed his eyes and he let a piece of faint music fill the background, nothing but his breathing, the buzzing coming from the air conditioning, and the music filling the place.
Beomgyu didn’t hear when the door opened slowly and closed behind the new person inside the room.
“Beoms?” Yeonjun’s soft voice resonated around the practice room, startling Beomgyu on the floor.
Immediately, he opened his eyes and supported his body up on his elbows to look at Yeonjun in front of him. He had creases on his forehead as he scrunched his face in worry. He was wearing the same clothes he always wore when he headed to the company without any filming schedules, a pair of grey sweatpants and a simple black tank top. He looked beautiful as ever.
“Hyung?” Beomgyu questioned back, not expecting to find Yeonjun around. Why wasn’t he back at the dorms? It was nearly midnight already.
“What are you doing here? It’s already late,” Yeonjun mumbled and crossed his arms in front of his torso.
“Oh, uhm, I was- I was practicing, yeah,” Beomgyu sat up on the floor and scratched his nape out of embarrassment.
“Again?” He raised one eyebrow for measurement, his expression everything but happy.
“Huh?” Beomgyu let out a confused noise.
“We had practice together earlier today and we’ll have it tomorrow afternoon, too,” Yeonjun supplied with information as Beomgyu blinked at him.
“I- Uhm, I wanted to adjust some details to- to arrive tomorrow with a better performance,” He replied lowly, voice barely above a whisper as he fidgeted with the string of his pants.
Yeonjun seemed to be contemplating for a second before speaking again.
“Hmm, I see,” He hummed and walked to where Beomgyu’s bag was, dropping his phone on top of it and walking to the middle of the room where Beomgyu was sitting.
“Erm, you-“ Beomgyu pointed a finger at the other.
“Let’s go, I’ll run it one time with you,” Yeonjun simply said, offering a hand for him to get up, which Beomgyu gladly accepted.
“What?” He asked again, tilting his head to the side.
“Yeah, let’s dance together,” Yeonjun shrugged his shoulders simply, walking to their initial position of the choreography.
“Okay…” Beomgyu simply mumbled and grabbed his phone to start the song from the beginning.
They would have assistance from a group of backup dancers during the stage and so, it wouldn’t look empty by having only two members instead of a full group dancing a routine. They danced easily, the steps flowing easily as they already got the hang of it and it was simple for their level of difficulty normally.
Beomgyu fitted just perfectly along with how sensual and smooth everything was.
They finished it quickly as the routine had only two minutes, even if they were sweating a bit at the end of it. Beomgyu drank a mouthful of water from his bottle and passed it back to Yeonjun for him to drink as he didn’t have one.
“Okay?” Yeonjun asked and ran a hand through his hair after giving Beomgyu the bottle back.
“What?” Beomgyu asked furrowing his eyebrows.
“Let’s go one more time,” Yeonjun simply replied, shrugging his shoulders.
“But, hyung, it’s late. You’re tired,” Beomgyu interveined, holding Yeonjun’s wrist.
“So what makes you think that it’s okay for you to dance to exhaustion when you’re completely capable of dancing it with excellence? Why should I rest and you shouldn’t?” Yeonjun deadpanned as he looked at Beomgyu with a worried expression. Beomgyu could see how much sincerity his eyes held and suddenly, he felt like a child disobeying someone’s order and getting scolded.
Beomgyu knew Yeonjun meant the best and it happened exactly what he was afraid of. Worrying someone because of his problems. He felt his eyes swelling up with tears, but he held them back. He felt ashamed, not because Yeonjun humiliated him, but because of the way he acted.
“I…” He couldn’t form a coherent phrase to reply and Yeonjun’s gaze on him remained the same b
“Exactly, Beomgyu-ah. Pack your things, we’re going home,” Yeonjun said, grabbing Beomgyu’s phone from the floor and handing it to him.
“Okay…” Beomgyu whispered and went to his bag as Yeonjun walked to the stereo to turn it off, meeting Beomgyu by the door.
Then, his arms wrapped around Beomgyu’s figure, startling him as he hesitantly hugged him back. Yeonjun’s fingers caressed Beomgyu’s scalp gently as the other hand rubbed on his back, trying to ease his worries with the soft embrace. Beomgyu sighed as he clung to Yeonjun, finding comfort and warm inside his arms.
“You’re fine, don’t be too hard on yourself,” Yeonjun whispered next to his ear, still holding him close.
Beomgyu went to sleep lighter that night, no worries or the crippling feeling of anxiety hugging him in his bed. There were only remains of Yeonjun’s strong cologne on Beomgyu’s skin even after showering.
(…)
The day has arrived.
They weren’t exactly nervous, per se. More like both of them were excited and energetic to present a new performance. It was a one-shot performance as they wouldn’t be dancing it again ever, so they had to make the most of it and enjoy it to the fullest. They would be, obviously, in the same changing room as the rest of the group alongside their usual make-up and styling staff because they had some group recordings to make.
They arrived and greeted everyone in the room, starting to line up to get their hair and make-up done first before putting on the costumes. While some were in the chairs busy, the others took the chance to grab a snack or take a power nap before the recording started. Yeonjun was, too, going to be in a special opening performance and he was the first one to get ready and to go out to record. Soobin and Taehyun were on the backstage to cheer for him and monitor him if needed.
Soon, it was over and he went back to get a few retouches and put on his outfit for the cover stage. Beomgyu was ready when he went inside the changing room. Their eyes met and Beomgyu gave him a little encouraging smile and a pair of thumbs up that made Yeonjun chuckle at the cute behavior.
Yeonjun’s special outfit was a velvety blue tank top and black tailoring pants, making his body look longer and better on stage. Beomgyu’s outfit was slightly different, respecting his personal preferences. As he didn’t like to show his body that much, he was wearing a buttoned long-sleeved silk shirt, being the same tone as Yeonjun’s, and using the same pair of pants. It was like they completed each other with the outfits.
Then, it was time for them to go to the stage. Their dance team was already by the sidelines to wait for their cue to enter at the right time and Yeonjun and Beomgyu got their mic equipment double-checked before going up the stage. It was a place they were already used to, so it wasn’t slippery or tilted, making Beomgyu relax a bit.
He took deep breaths while going up the staircase that led them to the stage, shaking his hands in a failed attempt to make anxiety slip away through his fingers. He exhaled one last time and stepped up on the platform, following Yeonjun who was just in front of him. They exchanged a last look together and Yeonjun squeezed Beomgyu’s hand before adjusting their position to start.
The first verse was Beomgyu’s, Yeonjun behind him as all eyes and focus were on Beomgyu at the front. He waited for his cue as his eyes were fixated on the other, flawlessly dancing around and using his low register voice to sing the first part. Yeonjun loved when he used that tone the same way he loved Soobin’s falsetto’s, which was a lot. Then, Yeonjun stepped forward and Beomgyu went to the back, facing the wall instead of being able to watch Yeonjun perform.
His cue to go back came with the music. If he wasn’t attentive enough, he could have missed, but Beomgyu was a professional and he trained for this, so he turned around exuding confidence and owning up the stage. Beomgyu was giving all of himself, all of his energy, all of his will, all of his passion of being a singer, a complete performer that always liked to show how much potential he had and how he got to that place with a lot of hard-work. He was like a beast, no one could take him out of the trance he entered as he stepped on that stage.
It was like he was possessed by something.
Beomgyu didn’t need screams and applauses to know how fucking good he was, so the fact that it was pre-recorded and the audience was immensibly smaller than a normal venue didn’t make him falter in the slightest. He was earning good reactions along with Yeonjun, hearing only screams and gasps ever since it started, making his ego boost. It was like Beomgyu was drinking all of those screams and translating them with body rolls, facial expressions and anything he could muster within the performance without changing what he had rehearsed or making him miss a beat. Beomgyu was feral, something none of them had seen before.
He did fulfill what he said he would do, he showed a side of him that he didn’t have a chance to do so before. Beomgyu showed to everyone how sensual, how talented, how awesome he could be in any given circunstances. He didn’t need a hair to be pretty, he didn’t need an outfit to be good, he didn’t need words or movements to show his talent. He was all of that every day, all the time, and at every place. Beomgyu was Beomgyu and that was more than enough.
Beomgyu was the one in charge for the first chorus and it suited him so much, it was so smooth like butter slidding down a hot pan and melting away. He was also responsible to start the bridge and he was reallyy proud and happy with the parts he got on the song. It was one he already liked on a daily basis, so he had his fair share of favorite parts that he was able to get and sing.
Beomgyu danced and sang as if he was in a living dream.
When it was over, he could feel his fingers tingling and buzzing from the adrenaline on his body. His feet were almost numb and they were cold, even though he was wearing a pair of socks inside his shoes. He was on cloud nine, so happy and proud of what they did that he couldn’t hold back but immediately turn around and find Yeonjun to hug him tight. Funny thing is that Yeonjun was already waiting for him with his arms open.
“You did it, Beoms. We did it, it was fucking awesome,” Yeonjun whispered close to his ear as Beomgyu laughed. He couldn’t contain his happiness.
Yeonjun wished silently that he never did. He wished for Beomgyu to always spread around with his laughter and gentle smile, with his loud screams and noises when he was happy and excited because the world deserved to see that. To see him.
“Hyung, I can’t believe it! It feels like it isn’t real,” Beomgyu replied as he backed away to look at Yeonjun.
This up close, Beomgyu could see every tiny detail in Yeonjun’s make-up and it made him feel a twist of things he didn’t before. It must be the adrenaline, he thought.
“It is real. We smashed it,” Yeonjun laughed and held his hand up for a high five.
They parted ways and they listened to the camera’s director instructions along with the approval of their manager. The first take was beyond good, but for measurement and safety, they would film another two times just to make sure they had enough material for editing and to keep it safe if any equipment stopped working until the real day of the festival. They complied with the requests and danced again, stopping before the last one so they could drink water and the backup dance team could recover and catch their breaths.
They were finished quickly, but the staff from the event asked them if they could run over one last time to capture some exclusive takes for a shortcut. They agreed and quickly got into position again to start, both of them wearing their usual fatal facial expressions when it came to stages. They started dancing, but Yeonjun saw the director cutting the scene saying they were done, but letting the music continue rolling but not needing them anymore.
Yeonjun started to walk to the side to bow and thank all of the staff when he noticed that Beomgyu was still in the middle dancing his verse and didn’t notice the scene cut. Yeonjun giggled fondly at him and approached the other, surprising him as he hugged him from behind, one hand on his waist and the other patting his butt twice.
“Let’s go, Beoms. The scene’s cut, hahah,” Yeonjun fondly informed him and Beomgyu widened his eyes, getting shocked as he noticed people watching him perform on his own.
“Oh, okay,” He mumbled and walked in front of Yeonjun to the left side of the stage, waving and bowing at the staff and team working with them.
Yeonjun heard a whistle and he looked at the other side of the stage, seeing his manager waving and calling them to the other side. Yeonjun patted Beomgyu’s shoulder to signal the other way and started walking to meet their members. However, Beomgyu wasn’t with him, which made him call for the other alone on the other side.
“Beomgyu-yah!” Yeonjun said a bit loudly, making him turn around and see him.
Yeonjun laughed as Beomgyu ran to him with his hands in tfront of his body, his face smiling as he met Yeonjun midway to leave the stage. They tgot down while thanking the rest of the people they encountered on the way down. Their manager met them with a wide smile and a big side hug for both of them while Kai, Soobin and Taehyun were cheering for them loudly.
They asked if they could monitor the stage since it was their only take for the stage and the manager said they could watch what he recorded from his phone, next to where the main camera was located. The director allowed them as it wouldn’t take anything more than two minutes to watch and he took the chance to crack his fingers and drink a bit of water before the next filming. Yeonjun and Beomgyu were dead serious as they watched the video on the 4k screen by the side.
For once, Beomgyu didn’t spot anything he wasn’t satisfied with and he felt sad that there wasn’t any focus cams on that stage because, oh boy, how he looked hot and awesome in that one. Beomgyu was really proud of how it turned out and his own job, which was news because he could be so hard on himself that he had to be reminded by the others to be a little easy and let it go so he could enjoy the moment.
Once the video ended, Yeonjun was silent, a dark look on his face. Beomgyu was confused. Did he not like it? He found it strange because Yeonjun was never one to hate a special performance because he was always the one to cheer the team up and say they had only one chance to enjoy it and make it the best moment. Beomgyu made a mental note to ask him about it privately as soon as he had the chance.
Yeonjun was burning from desire. His touch felt tenfold hotter than how it normally was, Beomgyu could feel it leaving traces of fire behind on his skin, even the part still covered by the smooth silk shirt he was wearing as Yeonjun’s hands traveled from his shoulder to hold his hand. Yeonjun felt his brain melting inside his skull, his breath becoming labored the more he stared at Beomgyu after dancing with him. But there was nothing they could do, that he could do only the backstage of a simple award show. That made him almost fold in half as the words came out of his mouth.
“You did a good job, Beoms,” Yeonjun simply said.
His voice came out strangled, he couldn’t even recognize himself in the way he was becoming a mess in front of Beomgyu’s eyes after a simple performance. Beomgyu was not stupid to ignore the building tension between them for the past three weeks ever since they started rehearsing for the special stage together.
Beomgyu seemed to be in a blissful state of ignorance to not notice the tension rising between them and the way Yeonjun felt constipated. There was so much he wanted to say, wanted to do, wanted to touch that it could be considered a health crime of plague infestation inside his mind. Yeonjun wondered if his mind was playing tricks or if Beomgyu was really that naive.
Beomgyu smiled widely at him and immediately hugged Yeonjun. Yeonjun held back a surprised yelp as Beomgyu’s arms came around his neck and he faintly held him back, one arm sneaking around Beomgyu’s waist in reflex.
“Hyung, we were amazing! It was so cool,” Beomgyu cheerily said as he contained his excitement from jumping around with Yeonjun.
They went back to the changing room to be welcomed by warm cheers and loud claps from their friends and staff. Only then that Beomgyu saw him smiling again and he could breathe a bit relieved. They started to pack their things up and change into their normal clothes to head back to the company to have dinner. It was already the middle of the night and they wouldn’t have anything else to do besides leave what they brought to the pre-recording back to the company.
“Yeonjun hyung, aren’t you tired? You had three recordings today, that was a lot,” Soobin gently asked as soon as they were inside the van.
“I’m a bit, not gonna lie. But I can have dinner with you, today is a good day,” Yeonjun chuckled as he shifted around on the seat to look at Soobin.
“Hyung, you eat with us every day,” Kai pointed out, looking a bit worried at him.
Cute.
“But-” Yeonjun tried to protest to no avail, all of them ganging up on him to make him rest. He just sighed defeated.
“No buts. You should rest, we all do. Is there anyone that also wants to go home and grab dinner later back at the dorms?” Soobin asked and Beomgyu silently lifted his hand up in the air. ”When we arrive at the company, I’ll ask the manager to head you two back. What do you want for dinner?”
“Pho?” Yeonjun supplied expectantly, making Huening Kai snort loudly by his side as he saw Soobin roll his eyes and nod. “And fried chicken!”
“I want fried chicken too. I can eat with bread later,” Beomgyu replied quietly, almost dozing off inside the van.
“Oh, chicken sandwich,” Taehyun said with his eyes closed as he rested on Kai’s shoulder to nap.
“Okay, I’ll get it with the rest and bring it to you,” Soobin wrote it down on his phone and soon, the van was enveloped in a comfortable silence.
Yeonjun looked away at the mirror, watching the city pass by as the others were too busy sleeping or in their phones. He wished he could be poetic and actually enjoy the view, to be able to notice little hues he didn’t catch from his own city, but all he could think about was Beomgyu. Beomgyu’s deep low voice, Beomgyu’s silk outfit, Beomgyu’s little waist under the said outfit, Beomgyu’s eyes, Beomgyu’s body, Beomgyu’s arms around him as they hugged. Only a mantra of Beomgyu, making Yeonjun feel his body hot inside, like boiling water was on.
He fell asleep with Beomgyu in every corner of his mind. And he wasn’t too proud to admit what he had dreamed about when he woke up in front of their dorms, gentle hands shaking him awake.
“Hyung, we’re here,” Beomgyu whispered inside the van, making Yeonjun jolt in his place, startled by being suddenly awake. “Let’s go,” He gently pulled him to get up and get out of the car, Yeonjun blindly following his lead.
“Thank you for bringing us home!” Yeonjun managed to say to the driver before stepping outside and closing the door. Beomgyu was holding both of their bags and it made Yeonjun, once again, feel tickles he didn’t feel before.
The ride inside the elevator was excruciatingly slow and Yeonjun could feel his skin burning, the air hotter and thicker inside the small box. Beomgyu seemed to be unaware of how Yeonjun was feeling and he wondered what would happen if Beomgyu could read minds. What would happen if he could see past Yeonjun and see every unholy thought running through his mind?
Beomgyu went first and put in the code to their house, opening the door and leaving space for him to enter. They were still silent, which was odd because Beomgyu couldn’t keep that much time in silence unless he was feeling tired and almost sleeping on his feet, which wasn’t the case. Yeonjun took off his shoes by the door and Beomgyu did the same, putting their bags on the couch. Yeonjun eyed him warily, not knowing what he was up to because he slept on the way back, so if he had plotted any evil scheme, he wouldn’t know.
Yeonjun remained in his spot in the middle of the living room, looking like a lost puppy. Then, he met Beomgyu’s eyes as he started to walk in his direction slowly. It was strange, it was like Beomgyu was hunting his prey like he was the one in control of everything. Yeonjun felt stuck under his gaze, unable to move or even speak. He narrowed his eyes as he watched Beomgyu closely.
“Hyung, today was a good day,” Beomgyu started to speak, tilting his head with an innocent smile.
“It was,” Yeonjun replied, gulping thickly as the other approached him.
“So, I think it’s only fitting if we celebrate, right?” Beomgyu offered.
Yeonjun could see a twinkling hue of mischief inside his eyes, a clear sign that he was up to no good, especially with the way he was cornering Yeonjun.
“Well, the others are out to drink so-” He tried to sound nonchalant, shrugging his shoulders.
Beomgyu was now too close, Yeonjun could feel the warmth coming from his body from how close they were. There was barely an inch between them, to be honest, and Yeonjun was really trying hard to make sure he wasn’t getting any mixed signs that could ruin their friendship.
“No, not that,” Beomgyu shook his head, making his long hair frame his face perfectly tousled. “Besides, we were the ones with a duo stage, we deserve to celebrate together,” He added with a hint of something else, his hands coming to hold Yeonjun’s shirt collar.
“And what would you suggest, then?” Yeonjun answered, raising his eyebrows and starting to play Beomgyu’s game.
Yeonjun was being lured in by their push-and-pull game, being the puppet having its strings on being played by the vicious smirk on Beomgyu’s face that he so much wanted to wipe it off. He wanted to grab Beomgyu and show him no mercy on how he wanted him, but he wouldn’t dare to be the first to step across the line between them. What would happen if he was the one to break the glass wall they put up and pretended not to see how much they yearned for each other? He would only discover when Beomgyu stopped being a tease.
“Hyung, there’s no one here today,” Beomgyu whispered between them, not moving even an inch to the side and staying completely glued to Yeonjun’s body in the middle of their living room.
What was Yeonjun supposed to do with that information? He wasn’t dumb, but he so wanted to hear Beomgyu voicing out how hot and gorgeous Yeonjun looked up on the stage by his side, about how much he wanted to kiss him and finish what they almost started a few days prior inside one of the practicing rooms of their company. Yeonjun wanted to hear so many things coming from Beomgyu because he didn’t want to assume anything of his delusions of desire and craving hallucinations.
“What’s that supposed to mean?” Yeonjun asked, his voice coming lowly and reverberating on Beomgyu’s body because of their proximity
“Are you dumb?” Beomgyu scoffed and raised an eyebrow.
“Are you? I need you to say what you want,” Yeonjun replied back, throwing his head back for a moment.
“You know,” Beomgyu shrugged his shoulders and looked over to Yeonjun’s lips.
“Oh, don’t go all shy on me now. Tell me, Beomgyu. What do you want?” Yeonjun said and grabbed his chin to tilt it upwards and make him stare at his eyes as he spoke.
Beomgyu wanted to gasp at the touch, his entire body tickling as soon as Yeonjun touched him gently. He stared back defiantly, both of them still with the smokey eyeshadow they wore for the special stage, making Yeonjun’s gaze look even sharper than how it already was.
“You,” Was Beomgyu's simple reply.
At that moment, the two of them felt like the entire world stopped revolving for a second, the entire atmosphere stopping to make them breathless by a simple single word. Yeonjun felt any strand of sanity left inside his mind becoming foggy and his gaze darkening on his face. It made Beomgyu smirk again as he leaned an inch closer to Yeonjun’s face.
“Is that it?” Yeonjun gulped and replied, feeling his heart beating out of his ribcage.
“Is there anything else to ask besides having all of you to myself?” Beomgyu slyly replied, putting his arms around Yeonjun’s shoulders, his eyes sparkling with a playfulness that was not fitting for the moment, but it was so Beomgyu that it was normal for Yeonjun.
“Oh, so that means I’m yours?” Yeonjun scoffed and answered in the same tone, holding Beomgyu’s waist gently over his plain shirt to ground himself before he went insane.
“Are you not?” Beomgyu asked almost in a whisper, faking innocence as he looked through his lashes up at Yeonjun.
Yeonjun felt like a supernova. Stars, sparkles, fragments of himself bursting and exploding as he collided with himself in another dimension. He held Beomgyu’s waist a tiny bit tighter, enough to make Beomgyu smile lazily as he looked deep into Yeonjun’s eyes. Yeonjun was so dazed, so drunk with lust that he couldn’t grasp who was the first to lean closer.
Time stopped as soon as their lips touched.
Yeonjun gasped as he felt a wave of shock running through his body, Beomgyu gasped as he felt the air being knocked out of his lungs as he felt Yeonjun’s lips on top of his. Yeonjun’s soft, plump, and full lips.
Beomgyu stared at them more than he liked to admit. Yeonjun’s lips were one of his most beautiful features and something that always drew people in to look at him. They were pretty, and full, and almost made everyone wonder if his lips were drawn by some angel’s hands because no person in the world could draw something like that with their bare hands. Beomgyu always wondered how they would feel to touch.
Now, having it against his lips he felt like his brain was melting. Never did he get that dizzy so fast, not even when he downed half a glass of pure vodka in a stupid challenge inside their dorm rooms. He was purely drunk on Yeonjun’s lips and he hadn’t even moved them yet, much to Beomgyu’s dismay.
Beomgyu’s hands slid to hold Yeonjun’s neck and pull him close, feeling the skin burn under his fingertips, wanting to choke and get everything he could get from Yeonjun. Beomgyu was urgent, he was craving Yeonjun and he was the first one to keep up with the action and move his lips, Yeonjun merely following his lead.
The kiss was slow, lazy even if one could say, some smacking loud noises were coming from between them as both tried to map around in a tempting motion of getting to know what each other liked and where to push their buttons to the next level. They were taking their sweet time to dive into deep, unclear waters that they never reached before.
Yeonjun’s lips were just as soft as Beomgyu imagined and he was quick to tilt his head and find a more comfortable position for them to kiss. Yeonjun followed his lead and he adjusted his arms around Beomgyu, pulling him in closer by his lower back, meeting him halfway with his own body to glue them together. Beomgyu hummed in his mouth in contentment and Yeonjun held back a smile tugging at the corner of his lips because he didn’t want to part ways from Beomgyu’s mouth not yet.
They were standing in the middle of the living room so Beomgyu had to crane his neck just a tad bit because of their height difference. It was more evident than ever the said difference and Beomgyu was completely melting under Yeonjun’s touch, drinking in, too, the way Yeonjun was all over him in every kind of way.
Beomgyu’s fingers found their way into Yeonjun’s soft locks near his nape and he caressed his scalp as he licked the seam of his lips. It was the perfect formula to make Yeonjun crumble under his hands and Beomgyu felt triumphant as he felt Yeonjun’s warm tongue sliding against his own. He was quick to attend to what Beomgyu wanted next, quiet and pliant in front of him as they kissed each other hungrily.
It was sloppy, it was wet, but it was also so fucking hot.
Beomgyu sighed as he let Yeonjun control the kiss, following his movements and feeling his heart beating fast inside his ribcage, ringing in his heart and making his fingers drum with adrenaline. Beomgyu could feel his lungs burning due to the lack of air and suddenly, he wanted to burn and turn into flames along with Yeonjun.
They parted ways with a gasp, both of them panting heavily as they tried to catch their breaths. Yeonjun squeezed Beomgyu’s waist gently, resting his forehead against his as Beomgyu softly stroked his hair. Accidentally, he brushed his nails on Yeonjun’s nape and he squirmed and shivered, making Beomgyu smirk at him.
“Oh, is my hyung sensitive?” Beomgyu asked with mirth in his voice, making Yeonjun roll his eyes.
“I don’t know, why don’t you come find out?” He challenged, a sly smile appearing on his face as he leaned in to catch Beomgyu’s earlobe with his teeth.
He scratched it lightly and sucked gently, feeling Beomgyu gasp in surprise as Yeonjun played with his ear.
“Yeonjun…” Beomgyu breathed out and shivered under Yeonjun’s mouth.
“It’s hyung for you, you know?” Yeonjun whispered close, his tone low and making Beomgyu almost faint right on the spot.
“I’m sure you’ll like it when I call you this later,” He almost stuttered in the middle of the sentence when Yeonjun bit his earlobe again. However, he knew that if he did Yeonjun would never leave him in peace, so he mustered all of his strength to reply without wavering.
“How are you so sure?” Yeonjun chuckled and left a butterfly kiss too close to Beomgyu’s neck.
“Wouldn’t you like me moaning your name?” It was his time to fire back and affect Yeonjun, wearing his most beautiful seductive face to achieve that.
“Fuck, Beomgyu…” Yeonjun groaned and suddenly, he remembered his dick almost half hard inside his pants from the intense making out.
“Come to my room,” Beomgyu whispered close to Yeonjun’s ear in retaliation and Yeonjun could feel his stomach dropping to his feet at his words.
How could Yeonjun say no to such a request?
Beomgyu pulled him by his hand and it was like they were fifteen again, sneaking around to eat ice cream by midnight in any convenience store. It was almost funny to see how different the situations were, yet Yeonjun could feel the exciting thrilling sensation of the forbidden running through his body. Beomgyu locked the door behind him and Yeonjun wasted no time in pressing his against the wood door and holding him by the waist again.
There was space for breathing or thinking, there was no space for the reminiscing feeling from the kisses back in the living room out in the open. There was just plain need and lust filling every crevice of their bodies as they quickly started to move their mouths against each other again. The kiss was obscene, and it was overflowing with need, with a craving for one another that no kiss could satiate so easily. It was sloppy and wet, one of those kisses filled with burning desire and plain lust to drip out from the corner of their mouths. Yeonjun’s grab on Beomgyu’s waist tightened and he grabbed his nape firmly, threading his fingers into his soft black hair, pulling and bringing him closer to his mouth as he leaned further down. Oh, how Beomgyu wished for Yeonjun to have his long hair back.
Yeonjun couldn’t help but grind down his hips in a smooth motion to press their bodies together, enough to earn a low moan from Beomgyu, surprised to feel Yeonjun’s hard-on pressed against him. He pulled Yeonjun closer by his nape, licking the seam of his lips, and met his tongue with his in a wild embrace, rolling his hips up to grind against Yeonjun again in a failed attempt to search for the so-wanted pleasure.
Despite the newfound filthiness lacing around their kiss, it wasn’t rushed. Instead, the kiss was painfully slow and sensual for both of their likings and needs, something they had never had before. There was no secret behind kissing, but even repeating the same movement, they weren’t ever satisfied and couldn’t physically part apart from each other.
“Bed. Now,” Beomgyu breathed out as they parted ways to breathe, making Yeonjun smirk close to his neck.
“So demanding,” He teased before picking Beomgyu up in his arms and walking to the bed.
He put Beomgyu carefully on top of it, making him wonder which one he’d like best: being treated roughly or being treated like a princess. Well, he guesses they’ll have to have another round to test both ways. Yeonjun dived again to kiss him, his hands fumbling with the hem of Beomgyu’s shirt to take it off. Beomgyu wasn’t planning on being a little shit and teasing him to make it last longer. It pained him physically every second he passed without Yeonjun fucking him hard and deep.
After taking off his shirt, Yeonjun leaned forward and rolled his hips down again, making their boners press together and Beomgyu moaned hoarsely, feeling hard to breathe as Yeonjun covered his neck with light feathery kisses. Beomgyu’s hand went from his neck to the low part of his back, resting just above the curve of his ass, feeling his body melt against the bed. Beomgyu could feel the muscles of Yeonjun’s back under his hands and he could see the perfect outlining of Yeonjun’s hard cock on his grey sweatpants as well. Classic one.
The room was too hot for both of them, Beomgyu could feel beads of sweat pooling on his forehead and making his hair stick to it. He moaned again and he grabbed the hem of Yeonjun’s shirt in a silent request for him to take it off. Yeonjun got the message and he stood up to take his own off along with his pants, leaving Beomgyu on the bed to do the same. Beomgyu did it while watching Yeonjun, feeling his mouth water as he saw him wearing only his pair of black boxers, out shaping perfectly his hard cock.
Yeonjun went back to the bed and Beomgyu turned them around, making Yeonjun lie down pliantly as he took his sweet time to worship his body as he wished. Yeonjun let his head fall back on the pillow and his mouth was partially open, faint moans and gasps coming out as Beomgyu kissed his way down his bare body. Yeonjun’s chest moved up and down, breathing hard and gasping at the minimum touch he received from the other. He was about to support his body on his elbows and look down at Beomgyu when he felt him mouthing his erection on his briefs. Yeonjun threw his head back and let out a sharp groan, holding the sheets with his fists.
“Fuck…” Yeonjun breathed out, hyper-aware of his surroundings and the heat crawling under his entire skin. “Please, Beomgyu, fuck,” Yeonjun was almost seeing stars, yet Beomgyu’s touch was nothing more than a light pressure on his cock.
Beomgyu took pity on him and himself, grabbing Yeonjun’s member, hard and twitching, still restrained by his briefs, and he took off Yeonjun’s boxers, freeing his dick. It immediately slapped back on Yeonjun’s low stomach, hard and pulsing, dripping precum from the reddish tip.
Beomgyu inhaled deeply, eyes sharp and focused on the length. Yeonjun’s was an average size, but he made up for the girth of his cook, the head dribbling from precum due to the lack of direct stimulation, even though he’s been hard for a while now. Beomgyu grabbed the base of his cock, earning a hiss from Yeonjun, who held himself in place and shivered with Beomgyu’s touch, panting hard as Beomgyu held him close.
Beomgyu stayed still, feeling Yeonjun pulsate under his palm and after some seconds, he moved to the tip, feeling the veins briefly along the way. He pressed his thumb on the slit, smearing his finger with precum and spreading it through the head. He heard Yeonjun moaning when he pressed his thumb at a certain spot a little under the tip and he smiled to himself, taking a mental note of that.
Surprising Yeonjun, Beomgyu leaned in and let a kitten lick at the tip, only experimenting with the taste of Yeonjun. He tasted salty, reminding Beomgyu of vinegar, making him savor the taste in his mouth. He hummed as he pressed his lips into a thin line and went back in, taking the head on his mouth.
Yeonjun felt a noise coming from the back of his throat and he held back, not letting it out as their friends were still outside. He wouldn’t mind them knowing what was going on behind doors, but it wasn’t his place to do so, especially because he hadn’t talked about those things with Beomgyu and consent came before anything.
Instead, Yeonjun just groaned and his fists tightened on the sheets. Beomgyu sucked on the tip, teasing the slit with his tongue and drinking in all of Yeonjun, literally. He relaxed his throat and let his mouth wander further down, mouth obscenely open around Yeonjun’s cock. Beomgyu was taking his time to savor every second of the moment and engrave in his mind all of Yeonjun’s reactions.
He started to bop his head up and down, hollowing his cheeks as he started to blow Yeonjun at a moderate pace. Beomgyu dared to look up and he found Yeonjun with his head thrown back, mouth hanging open and his eyebrows scrunched in pleasure, making his own cock twitch inside his pants.
Beomgyu let go of his member with a loud pop sound and he grabbed the shaft with his hands, barely circling it because of the size. He traced the veins around Yeonjun’s cock with his tongue before diving in again, this time grabbing Yeonjun’s hand from the bed and guiding it to the back of his head.
Yeonjun looked down at him and he moaned at the sight. Beomgyu with his mouth obscenely open around his cock, his messy long hair sticking to all places, his doe eyes blinking and looking at him with fake innocence as if he wasn’t breaking Yeonjun apart. “Holy fuck, Beomgyu…” The words died in his mouth and he only tightened his hold on Beomgyu’s hair, guiding him back down on his cock.
They managed to set a steady pace, comfortable enough for both of them to dwell in pleasure without being overwhelmed. After a moment, Yeonjun was already feeling the familiar heat pooling at the bottom of his stomach and he tried to pull Beomgyu off of his cock, making him groan around his shaft. “Beomgyu, I’m g-gonna cum.” He managed to say between labored breaths. “Stop.”
Beomgyu parted from his cock and smiled wickedly at him, moving his hand up and down at the base, never ceasing to tease Yeonjun in every sense. “Why should I, hyung?”
“You can’t trick even yourself. You’re begging to be fucked,” Yeonjun groaned and held Beomgyu’s wrist to stop his movements.
“Hmm, that’s correct. Why don’t you do something about it?” Beomgyu replied, feeling his stomach churn in anticipation and excitement from the way Yeonjun was devouring him with his eyes.
Yeonjun didn’t verbally reply. Instead, sitting up and grabbing Beomgyu by his hair to make him lie down where he was previously. Yeonjun could taste himself in Beomgyu's mouth as they kissed and he groaned as he realized that, sucking on Beomgyu’s tongue. Then, he pressed his body down on Beomgyu on the mattress, already tugging down at his briefs. Beomgyu sighed as he felt the cold air hitting his hard cock and he moaned when Yeonjun suck a spot next to his clavicle. They couldn’t have any marks on their bodies due to their job, but the pressure was still enough to please Beomgyu.
Yeonjun reached the first drawer of the bedside table and grabbed the bottle of lube he knew it was still there, already pouring some of it on his fingers. Beomgyu breathed sharply in anticipation, his body tingling as he imagined how it would feel to have Yeonjun inside him somehow. It’s been a good while since he had his ass fingered or with a real cock inside.
Yeonjun gently grabbed one of Beomgyu’s legs and bent for him to grab it by holding the back of his thigh. Beomgyu complied with his wish and held it up, opening his legs so Yeonjun could reach his ass easier, even if he felt more vulnerable by being so open and so easily. Yeonjun reached his hole with his middle finger, circling the rim and wetting around with some of the lube. The cold contact made Beomgyu hiss under his breath, his hole fluttering as he waited for Yeonjun to finally enter him.
As he was about to whine, his mouth opened to moan instead, Yeonjun breached his hole and entered with one finger slowly. The slide was easy, he met little to no resistance and Beomgyu’s walls engulfed the finger just as if it was its place. Yeonjun stayed still for a moment, letting Beomgyu get used to the new intrusion as he squirmed on the bed and gasped faintly.
As Beomgyu nodded his head and moved his hips down, Yeonjun wiggled the finger around and slid it out, thrusting it back in slowly. He was deep to the last knuckle as it was only one, and Beomgyu sighed when it entered him again. Yeonjun repeated the motion for a while until he could see a crease forming on Beomgyu’s forehead, knowing he wasn’t happy enough with only one. Yeonjun could almost hear him whining just like he did every single day when he wanted to annoy him.
He pressed his index finger and now he was two fingers in, making Beomgyu catch a gasp in his throat. Yeonjun shallowly thrust them in, taking in the way Beomgyu’s face twisted in pleasure and softened right after, a small whimper coming from his lips. Slowly, Yeonjun picked up the pace and fastened his movements, focusing on finding Beomgyu’s prostate as he knew it would make him moan loudly and get more pleasure. He moved gently his fingers inside his hole, being careful not to hurt Beomgyu in the process.
After a twist of Yeonjun’s pulse, Beomgyu cried out a moan, gripping the bedsheets and his leg twitching involuntarily. Yeonjun smirked in victory and started to aim for the same spot, earning soft mewls from Beomgyu as he pushed his hips down to meet Yeonjun’s thrusts halfway.
“F—Fuck, Yeonjun hyung. There, please, just— I want you, want more,” Beomgyu moaned out the words, the noises coming out strangled as Yeonjun hit his prostate at every word he spoke, delighting himself with his noises.
“What else do you want?” Yeonjun’s tone came out in a husky groan despite the wicked gaze he held in his eyes. He slowed his fingers and Beomgyu whined, his eyes glazy with a cloud of pleasure washing over them.
“Please,” Beomgyu pleaded, puppy eyes coming out unexpectedly and working just so well.
Yeonjun soothed the thigh he was holding up as he caressed it with his vacant hand, only to surprise Beomgyu as he pushed the leg down a bit further and worked a third finger inside him carefully. He wasn’t applying any force to push Beomgyu’s leg down, but his mere grip on it made him pull it to his chest on his own and ease the access to his hole.
Beomgyu keened and closed his eyes as the third finger entered him, making his hands tremble as a wave of pleasure hit him with full force. He could feel Yeonjun anywhere and everywhere, his fingers were filling him so good and so full, caressing his insides and brushing against his walls with ease, his prostate being massaged as if it was Yeonjun’s main mission to drive him to the edge — which it was.
Yeonjun could feel sweat running down his back and his cock twitching, more precum leaking from the tip as he watched Beomgyu squirm with pleasure under him. Beomgyu wiggled his ass as Yeonjun thrust his fingers back in, seeing the way his body was completely flushed red and how Beomgyu’s cock was also leaking on his stomach. Yeonjun could feel his stomach flutter in anticipation to fuck Beomgyu and, as if he had read his mind, he moaned loudly.
“Fuck, Yeonjun-ah, just get inside me. Need your cock,” He whined in a plea, his hands trying to reach any part of Yeonjun he could touch for leverage.
“As you wish, beautiful,” Yeonjun replied as he took off his fingers, making him whimper at the sudden emptiness as he flushed upon the nickname.
Yeonjun pulled back from Beomgyu’s body and grabbed the bottle of lube, pouring a considerable amount of the liquid on his hand and he spread it on his shaft as Beomgyu adjusted himself under his body, one thigh on each side of his body. He watched eagerly as Yeonjun properly prepared himself for Beomgyu.
Yeonjun moaned as he thumbed his own slit and mixed his precum with the lube, throwing his head back and making Beomgyu’s mouth water as he watched the scene. His neck was bare open for Beomgyu to see and he licked his lips watching the unmarked skin, begging for his teeth to sink into it.
Once Yeonjun was finished, he put on a condom, threw the lube mindlessly, and reached forward to grab Beomgyu by his waist and pull him closer to his body, adjusting a pillow under it to make it comfortable for him. Beomgyu let himself be guided, Yeonjun’s touches burning on his skin. Then, he leaned in closer and grabbed his cock, directing it to his stretched hole.
Slowly, Yeonjun started to enter Beomgyu’s body, making both of them moan loudly as he slid the cock inside. Yeonjun’s grip on his waist tightened, his mind focused on not thrusting his hips forward in one motion and entering him completely as Beomgyu needed to go at his own pace. If Yeonjun’s mind was already blurred with pleasure, now it was a thousand times worse. He was already extra sensitive by being edged to almost orgasm, but as soon as he was inside Beomgyu, everything felt ten times worse.
Yeonjun gripped hard on his waist as he entered Beomgyu, making him throw his head back on the pillow and let his eyes fall closed at the rush of bliss that ran down his spine. Once Yeonjun bottomed out, he relaxed on top of Beomgyu, making both of them moan again as Beomgyu’s hole clenched involuntarily as he adjusted himself at the new intrusion.
“Oh, fuck. So—So so deep, Yeonjun-ah,” Beomgyu whimpered, his chest heaving as he panted for air and gasped at the sudden fullness.
“Fucking Christ, you’re so tight. It’s—“ Yeonjun groaned, squeezing his eyes and feeling his cock twitching inside Beomgyu. He keened at the sensation and he exhaled sharply, feeling like he could explode anytime by now. “Fuck…”
They stayed still for a few seconds, their minds running by the arousal that took over and washed their bodies. Beomgyu felt his legs trembling already and he wasn’t even started yet, making his stomach twist and churn. Slowly, Yeonjun started to thrust his hips forward, not taking his entire cock out as he was still easing his way inside Beomgyu’s hole.
“Oh, gosh,” Yeonjun moaned loudly and Beomgyu grunted, his toes curling as he felt the cock inside him.
Bit by bit, Yeonjun started to set his own pace, focusing on slow movements, but deep thrusts that made them keen and gasp for air as he felt Beomgyu around him. He couldn’t think straight anymore, his body only screaming and begging for more and more of Beomgyu, just like he screamed as well for him.
He started to pick up the pace when he felt heat coiling at the bottom of his stomach, even though he knew he wasn’t going to cum yet. Unconsciously, Beomgyu started to meet his movements as he moved his hips down to meet his thrusts. Soon, Yeonjun was ramming his cock inside Beomgyu like there was no tomorrow. His hair bounced up following his movements, the black strands getting stuck in the sweat on his face and neck.
Beomgyu was filled to the brim, feeling Yeonjun inside his hole and his mind like a vice. They moved in synchrony, already learning how the other would react to any kind of movement in the place they were at.
“Oh, darling. You look so pretty around my cock,” Yeonjun groaned the words, making Beomgyu almost scream as he hit his prostate and pushed his cock firmly against it.
“Fuck, Y-Yeonjun-ah,” Beomgyu moaned out, his cock bouncing between them and pressing against their bodies. “Your cock, just-” He couldn’t make any coherent sentence, too fucked dumb to speak.
“Yeah? How does it feel to moan my name?” Yeonjun slyly said, knowing his words spurred something inside Beomgyu that would make him tip over the edge.
Beomgyu’s movements started to falter, his moans were getting higher, his thighs burning with exhaustion from holding them up, and his knees hurting from being bent over for too long. He could feel his cock twitching and starting to leak even more precome as he felt the tip of his stomach flexing and clenching. Yeonjun could notice his exhaustion and how his orgasm was approaching.
“Yeonjun-ah,” Beomgyu moaned, “I’m c—close, I wanna cum. Please—“ He pleaded as he felt tears forming in his eyes, closing them to not threaten to fall. His short nails scratched Yeonjun’s back blindly as he sought his high.
“Let it go, baby,” Yeonjun breathed out between a gasp, seeing black spots in his vision from the intense amount of pleasure rushing through his body.
“Come with me, hyung,” Beomgyu moaned, his voice coming slurred out in a whine and in a shaky breath as he felt his orgasm approaching even closer.
Yeonjun pistoned his hips up twice, reaching Beomgyu as deep as he could while pressing against his prostate. As he went to take hold of his cock, Beomgyu came without warning, his hole clenching hard around Yeonjun’s cock and his cock twitching as he came between their chests.
Yeonjun gasped as Beomgyu clenched tightly around him, crying as his orgasm crashed over him as well. He took hold of Beomgyu’s cock and milked him through it, a pearly white stripe of cum reaching up their chests, almost to Beomgyu’s neck. Beomgyu felt his whole body trembling as he came, feeling his ears buzzing from the intensity of it, and any sound coming muffled for him.
Before he could even breathe, Yeonjun was coming too with a loud moan. He came inside the condom, filling it to the brim with his warm seed and making Beomgyu shiver as he felt the warmth inside him. It has been a while ever since Yeonjun had jerked off, so he knew he had cummed a lot and it would easily drip out of it as soon as he took the condom off.
Beomgyu clenched his hole to milk him through his orgasm, grunting as he felt the tightness engulfing his cock again. Beomgyu could feel his cock twitching from overstimulation, but he couldn’t help but moan when he felt Yeonjun’s cock twitching inside him, making his mind spiral.
“Fuck,” Yeonjun groaned as he came down from his high, panting hard as he felt his body melting on top of Beomgyu.
He didn’t care that he was dirtying both of their bodies more with Beomgyu’s cum, they would have to take a shower anyways.
“That was-” Beomgyu exhaled, not knowing the exact word to describe what they just did.
“Yeah,” Yeonjun agreed, making both of them laugh.
Gently, Yeonjun took his dick out of Beomgyu and tied a knot on the used condom, throwing it away in the trash bin next to the bed before dropping his body down next to Beomgyu. It wasn’t awkward, their silence was comfortable and filled with mutual understanding and respect of their personal space.
“C’mon, let’s shower,” Beomgyu said, slapping Yeonjun’s naked ass as he sat up on the bed. Beomgyu winced loudly, forgetting how it would feel afterward and Yeonjun laughed loudly at his reaction, making Beomgyu punch his arm.
“Ouch,” Yeonjun whined as he rubbed the said spot.
“Now, you carry me,” Beomgyu complained with a pout, crossing his arms in front of his body.
“Sooooo demanding,” Yeonjun teased him again as he got up from the bed and took Beomgyu in his arms.
“And yet, you always indulge me,” Beomgyu replied cheekily as he wrapped his arms around Yeonjun’s neck.
If it happened a hand job during the shower, that was between them.
And if round two happened days after when the festival happened and Beomgyu couldn’t contain himself after Yeonjun showed up wearing a tank top again, that was also between them. And maybe Soobin and Taehyun fucking next door as well.