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Only a few more days until their first stage and things haven’t been moving smoothly. Not that it ever did since the day they started. Shoes stomping and clamoring, music overlapping from all directions, voices blending into dissonance, limbs flailing everywhere with a lack of proper direction—everything was a mess, and Kinari wasn’t having it.
The thing is, as someone who has been trained in dancing through various methods, Kinari had a pre-established standard of quality, a standard that simply can’t be approved just from being a good dancer or a decent vocalist. Just a few glances from onlookers would tell them exactly the state of their team, unprepared and quite frankly for Kinari—shameful.
By a force of bad habit, Kinari could do nothing more than keep to himself during practices. Once he perfects himself, the others might follow suit, a thought to which he mentally berates himself for. The stress was truly getting to him; disoriented teammates and ideas that bring no ounce of creativity to the table—it was a recipe for a train wreck that was waiting to crash head first. Except that crash could very much cost him his whole life.
He takes himself to one corner of the room, choosing to work on his own away from the others in hopes of clearing the thick nimbus cloud all up in his mind. Clicking play on the iPad, he sets it down on the floor and runs through the choreo.
Nearing the end of the song, he was doing really well on his own, executing the moves flawlessly with control. It was like nearing the end of a track and field competition and he was first. He was getting ahead of himself thinking of helping his teammates improve after this momentous run, thinking of that win that might actually be possible now, everything was finally looking up for him.
“Ow!”
A weight on his lower leg halts his fantasies as the sudden sound pulls him back out of his own head. Kinari promptly looks down to see Shinhaeng hunched forward and caressing the side of his torso. He immediately gets down to check on him.
“Shit, I’m so sorry dude. Does it hurt a lot?”
Through strained breaths, Shinhaeng looks up at Kinari, his hands not leaving his sides.
“Yeah… It’s not that bad, i-it’s fine…”
“I really didn’t see you. My bad, I’m so sorry.”
“It’s kinda my fault too, I was just sitting here in the corner and got in your way, it’s good.”
Kinari felt really bad, his head was so far up his ass that he failed to consider his surroundings. So much for spatial awareness. He continues to comfort the boy by running reassuring rubs down his back, but Shinhaeng’s papers on the floor catches his attention. It was a copy of their lines, there were scribbles all over, and Shinhaeng had written the pronunciations of some words in Korean.
“Are you having trouble with the song? In Japanese I mean.”
Shinhaeng laughs awkwardly, his hands fumbling to gather his papers.
“Yeah… But I’m getting the hang of it. I think.”
“What are you struggling with? Let me help you.”
“Really?”
Shinhaeng’s eyes practically lit up at Kinari’s offer, the excitement in his voice unable to be contained. Kinari couldn’t help but smile at the reaction.
“Of course, we’re a team man.”
Both of them settled down on the floor in a corner of the practice room, for Kinari this was a great way to redirect his mind for a bit. They ran through all of Shinhaeng’s lines word per word, teaching him simple ways to read the lyrics. As the others carried on with the choreography, the two of them focused on getting Shinhaeng to perfect his lines, and even a fraction of his Japanese.
In the practice room, during meals, at the dorms, Kinari and Shinhaeng were practically connected by the hip. Not only was Shinhaeng improving drastically, but they were getting closer to each other as well. At this point, they were practically good friends already in just a span of two days. Kinari didn’t mind, in fact he liked the idea of being friends with Shinhaeng, he’s a pretty chill guy.
Following their first evaluation, there was no room for patting themselves on their backs for the things they did right, because it did nothing but highlight the glaring issues of their performance. Their team gathered round in the practice room, assessing how to fix their choreography. Kinari speaks, pointing out that the blindfolds were messing up their flow as no one was getting it right and only making things messy. But his suggestion of removing that part was only getting shot down repeatedly.
Kinari was starting to feel irritated, pissed even.
Later that night, fewer bodies were left in the practice room as some people surrendered to their beds for the day. Kinari couldn’t be bothered, he’s been running through their entire choreography for hours on end, almost like a machine. But machines malfunction when they’re overworked. He was making mistakes, forgetting the choreo, his lines were becoming rough, and even his balance was getting affected.
“I think you should take a break.”
Through his sweaty bangs that fell right over his eyes, Kinari looked up at the mirror to see Shinhaeng behind him, a bottle of water on his hand stretched out for him. He turns around and takes the bottle, with a lazy smile and a ‘thanks’ before sinking to the floor, his back flat on the mirror. Shinhaeng follows immediately, sitting right beside him.
“You’re pushing yourself too hard.”
“I feel like I have to, we were a hot mess earlier, it was embarrassing.”
“Yes we were, but you’re even more of a mess now, no offense.”
Kinari’s head snaps swiftly to look at Shinhaeng, an over exaggerated play of hurt and offense painted on his face.
“No, I mean you’re practically exuding a negative aura from all that obvious frustration. Look, everyone left already, probably intimidated by you.”
“Are you saying I smell?”
“If you say so, who am I to disagree?”
Laughter erupts from the two boys as Kinari playfully punches Shinhaeng by the shoulder. Their conversation carries on for a longer while, eventually venturing into whatever topic they could think of.
The hours ticked late into the night, parts of the building were now unlit with only a few people left in the premises, the staff had also wrapped up filming for the day, leaving the both of them to themselves.
Looking up at the clock, Kinari slowly gets up, deciding that it was now time for bed.
Before he could offer a word to Shinhaeng, the other boy had already grabbed his wrist.
“What is it? Let’s go back to the dorms, it’s quite late already.”
“But you’re still pretty stressed, Kinari… And pent up.”
Pent up? Kinari processes Shinhaeng’s words for a few seconds before it hits him.
Holy shit.
He’s been half hard this entire time.
He looks down at the tent in his sweatpants, and then at Shinhaeng who was still on the floor with a hand on his wrist, looking up at him with an expression he can’t be certain of.
Heat rises to his face as it spreads into a bloom of red all over his cheeks. This is fucking embarrassing.
“Fuck this is so— oh my god, haha—“
As Kinari fumbles to straighten himself and cover up his shame, the grip on his wrist tightens, fingers twisting firmly as if he were about to slip away from Shinhaeng’s grasp.
“Hey, it’s normal, you’re good. Happens to me when I’m really stressed out too.”
A nervous chuckle escapes Kinari’s mouth, Shinhaeng’s expression has morphed into something dark. The soft features the Korean boy had remained, but now laced with a strong desire that Kinari was hesitant to even think of or consider.
Hooded eyes threatened his peace of mind and every bit of shame he had left. Shinhaeng was playing a dangerous game, and Kinari was in the perfect mood to be a reluctant yet willing player.
“Are you just gonna keep staring or are you gonna do something about that?”
Shinhaeng raised an eyebrow at his bulge, which if it wasn’t fully hard a few minutes ago, it definitely was now.
With a lazy smile plastered on his face, Shinhaeng takes his free hand and places it over his clothed cock, stroking and rubbing his own forming hard-on.
“What do you say? Just as bros? No homo.”
The booth was small, just big enough for two boys and their raging hormones, there was no space to be spared for shame nor fear. Shinhaeng had his back pressed against the wall, while Kinari left no room for anything holy between them. Foreheads pressed against each other and their cocks rubbing vigorously against one another through their sweats. Heavy breathing reverberated throughout the small room, their proximity making it seem smaller than it is.
No words were being spoken, neither of them wanting to ruin the moment and just battling to chase their own arousal. Kinari places both his hands on Shinhaeng’s ass, earning a sharp hiss from the younger. With expertise, he rolls his hips languidly, reveling in the increased friction it brought to their cocks. They both moan at the sensation, only realizing that this wasn’t a battle of who comes out on top, but of who doesn’t succumb to their primal desires. Their egos didn’t fail to be heard, not even in this moment.
After Kinari’s little stunt, Shinhaeng knew he had to come up with something quick, except it was hard to think when he’s being edged like crazy. With a quick movement of his hands, he places one hand on Kinari’s nape, and the other pulling down the zipper on his jacket, torturously.
Pulling apart just a bit, he took in the sight of a messed up Kinari—hair sticking up in all places with his bangs all sweaty and messy, his jacket halfway unzipped revealing the black tank top he wore underneath, and the movement of his hips that were starting to feel more frantic and desperate.
Their eyes met, Kinari’s lips were parted and panting heavily, he unzips his jacket right before it fully opens, pulling it down his shoulders to which Kinari obliges, letting the sleeves slide off his arms as he’s left only with his black tank top. Shinhaeng’s eyes roamed his body; he had a thin and lanky build, but lean muscles were evident on his arms. Sweat glistened brightly on his skin, refracting light from the singular fluorescent lightbulb that lit up the small room.
Finding their way back to Shinhaeng’s ass, Kinari pulls him even tighter, eliciting another noise from the boy. He could feel his cock getting warmer and warmer, he knew Shinhaeng was feeling it too. Kinari was getting impatient, all this rubbing was pushing him over the edge, his cock craved the warm feeling of another cock against it; it was getting too much to endure.
It seems like Shinhaeng was feeling the same way too, as he pulled away leaving Kinari thrusting the air, a stuttered exhale leaving the older. Without moving his hold on Kinari’s nape, he swiftly unzips his jacket fully, lifting his shirt all the way up, bundling it before biting the fabric in place. Then he pulls on the waistband of his sweats and boxers, freeing his fully hard cock from its prison.
Their eyes met again, and Kinari’s breath staggered even more. Shinhaeng looked like a naughty puppy asking to be wrecked. Pleading eyes with his torso and cock fully exposed, the sight sent shivers down his cock, twitching and dripping of precum within his boxers.
Shirt between his teeth, Shinhaeng flashes him a smug smile. Weirdly enough, this irks Kinari a tad bit. There was no way he’s letting someone younger than him get ahead and be the bold one.
He pulls down his own sweats and boxers, his cock springing to life and standing proudly, throbbing with beads of precum threatening to spill all over. Before Shinhaeng could even take in the sight, he’s pulled again by Kinari, wrapping his arm around his waist until their cocks are practically making out with each other. The sudden sensation elevates their heavy breaths, turning into moans of relief and insatiable thirst.
Their foreheads were pressed against one another again, and in what seemed like forever, Kinari was the one to break the silence first.
“Aren’t you a little too brave? Hm?”
His voice was low and raspy, his breath still ragged. There was no need for volume as their faces were literally inches away from each other.
With Kinari’s arm around his waist, he rests one hand on his shoulders, sliding up and down his arm and feeling the curve of his muscles, slicked and glistening with sweat.
“Says the guy who practically pulled me in here in a hurry. You really couldn’t control yourself, could you?”
The smugness in Shinhaeng’s voice was surprising, he would have never expected these words from him. Although he tries, the softness of his tone was still undeniable, sounding even a bit nervous despite the front he was putting up.
Kinari scoffs with a smirk.
He puts one hand right by Shinhaeng’s face, palm open.
“Spit.”
Shinhaeng obeys with no questions asked, swirling and gathering saliva in his mouth before opening his mouth and sticking his tongue out, letting his saliva drip slowly onto Kinari’s hand. Their eyes remained in contact, Kinari scoffs again at the lewd display of action.
What a whore.
Putting his hand out as well, Shinhaeng mimics Kinari. He spits a decent amount of saliva onto Shinhaeng’s palm, noticing how the younger shivered at the contact.
Not wanting to waste any more time, they wrap their fingers slick with saliva around the other’s cock, both of them moaning just from the warm sensation. Starting out slow, their hands moved in unison as they kept each other in place with their grasp.
Kinari seemed to be more experienced, stroking Shinhaeng’s cock with technique, moving his fingers in rotation, not forgetting to play with the tip of his cock. This overstimulates Shinhaeng, as mewls and soft moans start to escape his mouth like a mantra, muffled by his own shirt.
Being overcome with pleasure, Shinhaeng’s strokes on Kinari’s cock became sloppy and frigid, so the older had no choice but to start thrusting into the warmth of his hand. This, too, sends Shinhaeng down a spiral.
He peeks through his bangs, seeing Shinhaeng’s eyes closed as the most lewd expressions played on his face, and his mouth chanting inaudible pleas. He felt the warmth envelop his cheeks. Wow, he really was gone. Kinari found it kind of cute, but mostly arousing, making his cock twitch and throb uncontrollably.
A few minutes of jerking each other off and Shinhaeng could no longer sustain his movements, his grip on Kinari’s cock drops as well as his shirt between his teeth, a string of saliva dripping as his moans became louder and more frequent.
“Giving up already?”
Kinari says through heavy breaths, teasing a clearly overstimulated and wrecked Shinhaeng. In Kinari’s mind he looked very much like a puppy even at this moment.
“K-Kinari… Please– Hng– Aahh…”
“Hm? What’s that? Use your words pup.”
“I-I can’t…”
Tears started to form in Shinhaeng’s eyes as Kinari continued to jerk him off expertly, his arm on his waist practically holding the boy together.
“P-Please… Hyung– Ahh“
Shit.
Kinari did not speak Korean.
He never studied nor learned the language.
But that was something he understood very clearly, coming from the Korean boy who was so far gone that he resorted to his native tongue.
His abandoned cock twitched like crazy. This was more than enough to send Kinari on the edge.
“Fuck, hold on.”
Shinhaeng wraps both of his arms around Kinari’s neck, the other’s arm on his waist pulling him closer as Kinari takes both of their cocks with his hand, spreading saliva and precum all over their members. A sharp wanton moan escapes Shinhaeng’s mouth, pulling his head back as the sensation knocks him over.
Pleasure, desire, warmth, thirst, with everything clouding their minds like a thick fog of ecstasy, Kinari jerks off their cocks at a rapid pace, matching his thrusts with his hand movements, making sure to throw out every bit of sanity Shinhaeng had left.
Vulgar noises bounced from every corner of the room, Shinhaeng’s string of moans and mewls that spilled relentlessly and Kinari’s low growls and grunts, accompanied by the sound of their cocks sliding stickily against one another, mixing sweat, saliva, and precum into a pool of liquids. Everything felt warm, full of heat, and the thrill of possibly getting caught made their hearts thump with excitement.
Their arms wrapped all over each other and their bodies morphing into one, they had no care left of the outside world as they chased their orgasms.
“I’m close—pup, F-Fuck..”
“M-me… too–hyung”
Shinhaeng could barely utter a word nor form a thought at this point, and Kinari was pushing out everything he had. With one last stroke, his grip on both their cocks tighten, as Shinhaeng buries his head on his shoulder; they both come with loud, shameless moans. Thick ropes of cum shot everywhere—on their torsos, arms, and even on their faces.
Spurts of cum kept leaking out of their cocks, Kinari held Shinhaeng’s spasming body together before he fell over, the younger nuzzling his neck with his arms wrapped tightly around it. Kinari felt his own soul escaping his body with all the stress, but he had to still himself for Shinhaeng. He runs his hand through the younger’s back, rubbing his figure to calm him down from his high.
They stayed there panting, trying to recover from the mindblowing orgasm they just had. Shinhaeng lifts his head slowly, resting his forehead on Kinari’s.
“That was… Insane…”
“And to think you were the one who asked for this.”
“Yeah, feels like I just released a month’s worth of cum and years of pent up stress.”
The two boys laugh lazily amongst themselves. Sweat, cum, and saliva engulfed their bodies but they were too high to care. Neither of them having the energy to clean up anymore.
“So… Bros?”
“Hah… Just bros. No homo.”