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He was a challenger, Kim Seungmin. Maybe it was his upbringing, maybe it was merely in his nature to be like this. Regardless, he felt a deep sense of satisfaction whenever he got to the bottom of something or pried the truth out of someone's clenched teeth. And just like anyone would, he chased that rush. He chased it during games as he forced someone to confess to cheating while he had been rigging the whole thing in his favor, he chased it in little breaths of manipulation during gatherings with people he didn't know that well; loved that second of carelessness that made them let out a secret. He didn't even bother remembering it afterwards, the thrill wasn't in knowing, it was in finding out.
But his latest passion project was a tad bit more complicated.
Lately, Changbin was gloating about being flexible. All the comments from the fans about the video where he went to a Pilates studio with Hyunjin and Jeongin must've gotten to his head. Everyone was so obsessed with his unexpected skills that he even took it to Bubble to get himself more praise. At least that was how Seungmin had chosen to read the situation, a bit taken aback and bitter about the attention his hyung was getting. He wasn't jealous per se, hell, he probably would've combusted from embarrassment like a dying star if he was the one whose clips of him spreading his legs with the ease of a pole dancer were circulating on every corner of the internet. He knew how big it had gotten only because he had to watch the clips and save the videos and bookmark the tweets and download the tiktoks for research purposes. No other reason. It didn't make him feel flustered or bothered or hor-
It didn't matter. It didn't matter what he felt. Kim Seungmin was on a serious mission. He was certain that Changbin wasn't all that when it came to body contortion or Pilates. He just seemed good at it in comparison because the rest of the group sucked at it rather spectacularly. If the instructor had demonstrated the proper forms himself it would've been obvious how The Amazing Changbin wasn't anything special.
He had to prove that Changbin wasn't special in any way. He was just some guy, an ordinary lad, a run of the mill dude. Seungmin was interested in bothering him by constantly being up in his business and personal space only because it was mildly amusing to watch him get angry. And if all went according to plan it would be considerably amusing to watch him tie himself up like a pretzel in front of all their friends.
Needless to say, he was excited to see this through.
Seungmin decided to make his move during lunch. The food options at the music show cafeterias weren't vast but a simple bowl of anything warm and spicy chased by an electrifying cup of iced Americano never failed to make him feel complete and just a bit nostalgic when surrounded by his colleagues during promotions.
After waiting in line for a few minutes he got his noodles and scanned the room to find his fellow members. Almost all of them were huddled together in a quiet corner away from the over-excited rookies making tiktoks and filming videos to promote their comebacks or the scarily calm seniors quietly talking among themselves and their managers, discussing upcoming schedules and various private plans.
Compared to the idols filling up the room with glamour and haste, their rag-tag troupe seemed aloof and content, lacking the self-consciousness that seemed like the mandated uniform of the industry. He felt somewhat thankful for them, because all the mischief he was going to cause in the following days probably wouldn't be received as gracefully and in good-humor if he were to have debuted alongside a different group of idols.
With all these mismatched thoughts, Seungmin made his way over to his group, noting the absence of Changbin, who was busy chatting with some of his friends near the soft-drink fountain.
Seungmin had thoughts about Changbin and his behavior, his very nature. Nothing negative nor positive, just floaty bits of commentary based on the observations he has made over the years. It all sounded overly clinical and that's because it was, it was all neutral- he was neutral. He didn't have any feelings or biased opinions about the way Changbin always seemed to bare himself without any forethought when he was talking- or doing anything, really. He was like a spoiled cat in many ways. So sure that he'd be rescued by his owner if anything happened to him. With that confidence, he teased whoever he was with and moved his limbs excitedly, unafraid to take up space. To the untrained eye Kim Seungmin was just blankly staring into the distance. But in reality Seungmin was mapping out the countless paths traced by the very tips of his hyung's unruly curls swaying along with every exaggerated nod and shake, Seungmin was thinking of the perfect lip-gloss to match that lively pink coloring his needlessly pouty lips, Seungmin was counting each of his breaths, obvious to him just like everything else about Changbin because he was unashamed to let his eyes trace the outline of his breasts and the peaks of his shoulders and the thin, jumpy flesh at the base of his neck, littered with hints of each heartbeat.
About all of this, Kim Seungmin had no personal thoughts. He didn't feel anything when those unfairly honest eyes left their conversation partner and landed on him with so much trust and certainty, as if they knew where to find him no matter where he was perched in practiced silence, perfected to conceal any intent. And when Changbin started to walk over to him- to them, Seungmin forced the impish part of his brain to take over and threw his spoon on the floor. Once the grating sound caught the attention of everyone nearby and stopped Changbin in his tracks, Seungmin quipped in that purposefully annoying tone,
"Hyung," he announced curtly to drive the irritation to the maximum, "can you get that for me without bending your knees? Since, you know, you're super athletic and flexible?"
Changbin's face was painted with a thousand thoughts once he heard the strange request, or rather the order. His eyes clouded over in confusion, his mouth thinned in frustration yet his body obeyed, giving into the negligible amount of pressure from the younger. Seungmin followed every move of his with the feigned indifference of a referee watching his favorite athlete compete. To nobody's surprise, Changbin bent over with flawless form, without any tremor in his arms or legs, and simply retrieved the stray spoon. Once he came back up to eye level and handed Seungmin his utensil back, Changbin evaded his gaze, yet a very telling red hue had already spread over his cheeks and ears.
"Interesting," Kim Seungmin thought to himself.
"Very interesting."
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Seungmin had initially planned for this to be a one-time win/lose type of game but the latest data was suggesting that Changbin succeeding at this might not be a loss for Seungmin after all. Because him being good was embarrassing as well.
That called for a change in strategy and attitude, of course.
With this, the following weeks passed with Seungmin just giving Changbin an arbitrary challenge to complete nearly everyday. Sometimes it was a simple stretch, sometimes it was a convoluted position and rarely came the absurd request, anything along the lines of, "Hyung, I bet you can't lick your own elbow!"
Changbin knew all of these were stupid and some of them were outright impossible. But for some reason he kept playing along. Sometimes it was with an exasperated sigh and sometimes it was with a determined smile on his face. And every time they went at it the rest of the members just watched from afar with varying levels of interest depending on the position involved. None of them really knew what was happening but they were used to Seungmin's antics and Changbin's inexplicable willingness to indulge him.
But it wasn't enough for him. He needed to go further. Nothing he'd had him do so far was nearly as satisfying as Seungmin needed for it to be. He needed to bring the big guns, he needed people other than the members present, people they both knew. He needed a space and he needed a good excuse.
Seungmin needed to wait until the next dance practice.
Which was perfect because they had concerts coming up in the next few months so they'd start the rehearsals almost as soon as the album promotions ended. So Seungmin was going to have to wait with new ideas in his head and too much excitement in his heart over making his fellow band mate perform simple gymnastics moves to either see his embarrassed face when he succeeds or hear his frustrated, pained whines when he can't manage to hold a position.
Either outcome would be favorable for Kim Seungmin, of course, since he'd be inconveniencing his hyung while also…
Also…
Come to think of it, why was he going this far?
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The first dance practice was scheduled before Seungmin could mull over any astray thought he'd had over the weeks. Since they were going to perform some of their older crowd pleasers, Seungmin had to spend almost all his free time in the vocal studio perfecting each of his lines. This meant that the anticipated dance practice arrived much more swiftly. One unassuming Thursday evening he took a shower and chose an outfit, something comfortable yet presentable in case they were going to be filming.
But when he arrived at the company building and got inside the dance studio, he wasn't greeted by seven noisy men and their belongings littered about the place. Instead he was met with just one noisy guy with a black, needlessly tight tank-top on. Before Seungmin could figure out how his tits weren't spilling out from the generously cut sleeves or the rudely uncovered chest area -from a topological standpoint of course, no dumb hormonal or emotional reason behind it- the subject of his intrigue noticed his presence and waved him over with a surprised expression,
"Hey," chirped Changbin excitedly, "I didn't think I'd be the only one here after the message from the company!"
Seungmin gave his hyung a cautious stare before checking his phone for the message in question and, to his surprise, the dance practice was indeed postponed since there'd been a last minute change in the scheduling of the dance instructors and the filming crew.
He must've missed the notification because he was too preoccupied with deciding what to wear and no other persisting thoughts, of course.
"Well, I didn't see it," Seungmin remarked halfheartedly. He wasn't upset that the dance practice got canceled, hell, of course he'd rather spend a relaxing day watching sports reels in his bed with a can of beer in hand. What bothered him was seeing that he'd been getting so invested in this stupid plan to notice an important work related text.
But when he looked at Changbin, who was just getting ready to practice on his own, Seungmin decided that this all couldn't be for nothing. If he was so invested in this, he might as well see the whole thing through. He peeled his hoodie off his back and tossed it alongside his cap and phone somewhere roughly on the couches. Meanwhile Changbin had his face turned to the wall as he was on a call, seemingly with Hyunjin, talking about mundane things related to the household. Seungmin didn't let himself think about having a similar conversation with Changbin himself. That was stupid. Why would he want to spend more time with that self-absorbed, loud, cute, funny— annoying, very deeply and disturbingly annoying and extremely stupid man?
He had too much self-respect and too little patience for that.
Eventually Changbin turned around and when he did, his eyes met Seungmin's through their reflections in the mirror. At first he seemed surprised, but Seungmin knew him well enough to know that he appreciated the company. Changbin hastily finished what he had to say and hung up. Seungmin gave him a smile, hoping none of his sinister thoughts leaked through it,
"Okay! We should start with a warm-up," and before Changbin could respond, Seungmin covered the distance between them to stand behind him and pushed down his shoulders to make him sit on the floor, "right, hyung? I'll lead!"
Despite having been caught off guard, Changbin still looked up at Seungmin and smiled sweetly as he waited for him to sit down and give him the directions, even though all the steps by heart himself. For a moment, Seungmin couldn't help but feel something close to panic. During the past weeks he had realized something about Changbin but he didn't want to think much about it.
Changbin, despite everything about him, was rather obedient.
He seemed to find it easy to take orders.
If a decision was made for him, he would go along with it.
This wasn't an unpleasant thought, far from it- so far from it that it had become its own problem. Even the mere fact that he had categorized any thought related to Changbin as "pleasant" or "unpleasant" was alarming because it meant that he was losing his neutrality, his detachment, his sense of control.
Unaware of the thoughts racing and clashing in Seungmin's head, Changbin was content just sitting on the floor and swaying from side to side with a relaxed expression,
"Haven't seen you this eager to dance since our rookie days, Seungmin-ah."
Seungmin gave up on thinking and plopped down next to Changbin, almost dignifying his comment with a hum before Changbin asked,
"Are you that excited for the concerts?"
"You can say that," Seungmin replied with a half-smile as he started stretching his neck. Changbin followed suit as they made small talk about whatever. Time seemed to fly by whenever they were together, and this moment was no exception. In the blink of an eye, Seungmin found himself announcing that it was time for the lower body. But before he could start, he heard Changbin,
"Um," he mumbled, something on the edge of shy, "I need some help with this one."
A devilish smirk spread over Seungmin's face. Sure, they lacked an audience, but the idea of being the only one to witness what was about to happen was irresistibly charming as well. So Seungmin pulled himself back up to his feet and walked over to stand behind Changbin. This time, instead of communicating through the mirror, Seungmin turned his gaze downward and Changbin let his head drop back in tandem. And again, Seungmin noticed way too much about him. The way his eyelashes trembled with the rapid, searching movement of his eyes, the way his hair submitted to gravity and left their post over his forehead, the way his lips were separated ever so slightly— everything about him was so unguarded, so easily seen and deathly lingering. Seungmin felt reckless around him sometimes, it was difficult to think when he was too busy trying to make out his own reflection in his irises.
Before the staring could get awkward Changbin reached behind with his hand stretched out. Seungmin held it dumbly, making Changbin smile again. Which was always a bonus, for no reason, of course. Kim Seungmin just took pride in being… a harmonious person.
Sure, whatever; good enough.
Changbin brought their hands -now clutched together, maybe tighter than necessary- over to his lower back,
"Just push me there as I lean over, yeah?" he explained, which was redundant in hindsight, but Seungmin listened like it was the single most important thing he was ever told. He gave a curt nod and before Seungmin could gather his wits, Changbin had already tucked in his left calf and spread his right leg just so before leaning over in an effort to grab his foot. He could almost reach it but he was a few inches short, so Seungmin gently pushed him forward. Changbin responded with an approving hum and a drawn out exhale followed as his leg muscles tightened.
When he was this close and in control, Seungmin felt like he had to be gentle- he wanted to be gentle— careful. He liked ordering Changbin around, he liked annoying him and inconveniencing him. But the trust placed on his shoulders made him hesitant now. Normally both in terms of seniority and strength, the scale was tipped in Changbin's favor. There really was no way to truly coerce him into doing something he didn't want to do. Maybe that was why Seungmin was so careless and rough with him, he always knew Changbin could "take it" or simply walk away. Yet here, now, his all mighty hyung was vulnerable. And Seungmin hated unfair fights. Where was the fun if his opponent couldn't fight back, if all cards were on the table already? So he behaved with caution as he helped with the other side as well, only pushing just short of enough. Once Changbin straightened back up Seungmin moved to walk away, assuming his duty to be over. But in return he only felt his hand being gripped with more force than usual,
"You're not done yet," Changbin grumbled, "you should've known that, since you're leading me and all,"
So his hyung had some cards he'd kept close to his massive chest as well. Seungmin could work with that,
"I just assumed that the Seo Changbin could manage the rest himself."
Changbin might've chosen not to look at his face, as he often did, but Seungmin made sure he heard the condescension in that sentence.
"Can't you just do as you're told for once?"
He was getting worked up quickly, this hyung. Just as usual. With an annoyed grunt Seungmin retook his position and spoke with the most monotone voice he could muster,
"Then here I go, put your legs together and reach your toes,"
Changbin hesitated at first, even though he went along with it eventually. But this time something was off. For some reason Seungmin kept pushing him even when his fingers met his feet properly. His thighs were burning and his calves were about to start trembling.
"I think we can move on-"he tried to interject but Seungmin wasn't going to let that happen,
"You won't be doing it properly," he leaned down to whisper in Changbin's ear, "if I keep letting you off the hook that easy."
Maybe Seungmin would touch him with kindness and care again one day. He surely would once he got all this hunger and curiosity inside him satiated. Changbin seemed so simple from the outside, an easygoing and outspoken guy, someone straightforward without much to hide. But Seungmin wanted to find out all there was about him. He wanted to hear what sounds he could make and see what expressions could be seen on his face if he was taken apart in ways he didn't know were possible. So Seungmin kept pushing. He kept pushing until Changbin was almost folded in half, almost until his forehead touched his knees. And his hyung grumbled about it, he sighed and his body tensed under his insistent hands. But he didn't shove at him or voiced any further complaints. It probably hurt, or was, at the very least, uncomfortable.
He just took it.
"It's enough," Seungmin announced coldly. When he let Changbin go he'd expected him to immediately straighten back up and tell him off, but it never happened. Instead, Changbin just gave his shoulders a little squeeze and kept sitting, waiting. He wanted to appear unbothered, of course, but the way he'd hung his head down to conceal his face only revealed his reddened neck.
"Just like back then," Seungmin thought.
He was so predictable.
And it made Seungmin all the more restless.
He desperately wanted to see where the chain would break, where the cracks would appear.
Seungmin tapped Changbin's thighs with his fingers, motioning for him to get into splits. He fully sat down behind him on his knees, hands splayed on his waist again, now with a certain confidence. When there was no movement, he whispered again,
"Come on, we haven't got all day."
Still nothing. Nothing to the untrained eye. Seungmin could feel the shivers cascading down Changbin's spine, the rushed heartbeats echoing all over his skin, the uneven breaths…
Of course he could tell.
"You can't get shy now. Hyung had no issues doing stretches in front of the entire staff."
He gently reached forward and grabbed Changbin's chin, tucked into his chest like a guilty little animal. He lifted his face up, meeting with almost no resistance. When Seungmin let go, it was slow, making it known that he wasn't to hide anymore. He didn't say anything more, just put his hands on his inner thighs and pulled backwards, molding him into the shape he wanted, making zigzags over that line separating force and guidance.
To nobody's surprise, and despite his embarrassment, Changbin easily completed most of a full split. He came to a natural stop, which was very well beyond a usual stretch for their style of dancing. His body had slumped forward with the lack of support from his legs, mostly staying upright thanks to Seungmin holding him steady.
For a few seconds, that is.
"Can you keep going, hyung?"
He could, probably. But he didn't have a reason to do so.
"I'm done, Kim Seungmin. Let go-" he hissed. Yet it only made Seungmin tighten his grip. Changbin was always confused by Seungmin, that wasn't new. But this whole thing had reached the point of insanity and he didn't know if playing along was really the best idea here.
He wasn't necessarily known for his smart decisions, though.
So he nodded, against his better judgment.
One deep breath, half an inch lower; one push from Seungmin and probably another.
The further they went the more tense Changbin got. It was apparent he was holding himself back from making any faces or sounds. But that wouldn't do, not on Seungmin's watch.
"You know you can do it if you stop clenching your ass, right?" he chuckled, something kinder and more wistful than he had intended.
"I refuse to make a fool of myself in front of you of all people," responded Changbin. Stubborn as ever. "You wouldn't let me live it down."
A hand trailed through his back, upwards, somehow more intimate than if it were going south. Some zones were "I am making a joke" zones, so risque that it couldn't be serious. But some zones were labeled "We will be thinking about this at night while looking at the ceiling". And Seungmin's bony, insufferably big hand landed on the latter, at the base of his neck. He didn't squeeze, that would be playful. He didn't caress either, that would be… a problem. Maybe. He just left it there, simply felt the flushed skin.
Dangerous.
"I want to see if you can do it," Seungmin stated simply. Changbin tried to turn his head sideways to give him a look, but that was too much and his whole body was starting to burn by now. He was openly being challenged, and losing was the most humiliating thing he could imagine. So he sucked it up, a breath that is, and let his mind go blank as his lungs released the air he was holding in. What came out wasn't a sound immune to mockery, but Seungmin was too busy watching, mesmerized in a way he would never admit. If before, with his assistance, they were moving inch by inch, now Changbin was descending down in a steady and fluid motion. Every couple of moments he'd make a sound, something between a moan and a hiccup, and Seungmin wasn't laughing. While Changbin was letting his body relax and take shape; Seungmin was trying to reign his thoughts back, he was willing every urge down. He couldn't think about praising him, he couldn't think about leaning in closer to hear those sounds better, he couldn't think about squeezing that pretty ass, he couldn't—
Before he knew it, Changbin was now fully seated back, but now in a full split. Seungmin could see a tired yet confident smile in the mirror, accompanied by reddened cheeks, puffed up alongside his chest with pride.
Seungmin couldn't find it in himself to laugh, or to mock. He could only stare.
"So you can do it after all."
And he left, leaving the places he'd touched as cold as his goodbye.
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On the way outside he didn't look anyone in the eye, he barely even lifted his head. Getting in his car, driving, arriving at his building and punching in the code were all their own separate event-time bubbles, blurry and rendered meaningless, all the more liminal with the lack of attention he had been paying. He should've remained neutral, he shouldn't have gotten too close, he shouldn't have let himself get lost in that haze of curiosity, he should've kept observing instead of looking; instead of seeing.
Once he was finally in his room, away from Felix's concerned gaze, he locked his door and let his body pool down right in front of it. The silence coupled with the eeriness of the crimson evening sun forced him to face his thoughts. He tried so hard to rationalize every feeling and every decision he made but sitting on the floor, all by himself… It was impossible to weave a new web of lies. "Love" sounded too reckless and "lust" was too vain. "Intrigue" had been right but felt shallow now, so did "curiosity".
What did you call it when you wanted to kiss your best friend? "Like"? Wasn't that too childish? Did adults even like each other? Did he want to go on dates with him? Or introduce him to his family again, this time as his boyfriend?
The answer wasn't no. It definitely wasn't.
Changbin was a great guy. He was undeniably attractive. He had a stable career and came from a good family. They got along well, no notable clashes or fights. He was bi like Seungmin himself was and they were both single, adult men.
Could it be possible?
But what did Changbin feel about him?
He didn't hate him. He was most likely pretty fond of Seungmin. They'd been friends for almost a decade now, and spent a lot of time together even outside of work…
They had to talk, didn't they? Especially after Seungmin left him in the practice room all by himself without an explanation.
Seungmin sighed as he stood up and dusted himself off before heading to the bathroom.
"The dramas made this seem so much simpler," he muttered to no one.
He wished Changbin was there to hear that.
Maybe he'd chuckle.
He wished Changbin was there when he was in the shower.
Maybe it would be his lips around his cock, instead of Seungmin's own hand.
Maybe it was simple after all.
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It would've been simple if Changbin wasn't avoiding him like the plague.
"Avoid" was a strong word, according to Jisung, that is, but in practice it was exactly that. Seungmin tried to go up to Changbin to apologize the very next day but he just got waved off with an "oh don't worry about it," which was clearly out of character.
Seungmin would know. Of course he would.
But out of respect, or fear, from a place where Seungmin would never even admit existed, he too kept his distance from his hyung. "He'll come back in due time," he really tried to believe it. So, he could only focus on dancing and singing and all the unnecessary meetings that came with the touring preparations. "We're looking at eighteen stops in twelve different cities," sure. "A more fierce look will go well with this concept," totally. "Seungmin? You okay?" uh huh.
"Kim Seungmin!"
Hyunjin's insistent calling finally got through to Seungmin, forcing him to make proper eye contact with someone after his two week-long hermit phase,
"What's gotten into you," Hyunjin whined, "the meeting ended, like, twenty minutes ago. They need the room for something else."
Seungmin nodded as he moved to leave, missing the concerned look Hyunjin gave him. But against his will he did hear a drawn out sigh, and the soft rustle of a windbreaker, warning him of a surprisingly strong arm wrapping around his shoulders from his side.
Hyunjin didn't say anything until they got out of the building, he kept his silence as they got in the car as well. But the second he sat in the driver's seat, Hyunjin let the mask drop,
"Okay, we gave you two enough time to figure your shit out, and you didn't, then I lost at rock paper scissors. You have to talk to me now or else Lee Know hyung will take over and nobody wants that, him included. So spill."
Seungmin took to biting his nails instead of answering. What was even there to say? Even if there were, he didn't know where to start. Hyunjin was persistent though, he wasn't going to let this go. Somehow, thinking about all of their friends coming together to set up an intervention, made him smile. They did care, so did he. He knew Changbin cared too, maybe even more than all of them combined. That thought, all by itself, made Seungmin make his decision.
"I…" of course it was easier said than done, but Hyunjin was patient as Seungmin gathered his thoughts, "I think I have feelings for Changbin hyung. I came to this realization at an unfortunate time so I kind of fled and left hyung behind. I feel like he's confused too, so we couldn't really talk about it."
Hyunjin stared at him for a bit, it wasn't something intense, but rather thoughtful. He looked like he was trying to understand. After a beat, Hyunjin lunged forward and took Seungmin's hands into his, with a very serious expression,
"Kim Seungmin-ssi," he started, out of breath and comically formal, "please take good care of Changbin hyung. He can be a lot and he needs attention all the time but… he's pure of heart, maybe to a fault."
Hyunjin let go of Seungmin's hands with a smile. Without waiting for a response he started the car and got out of the parking lot. Seungmin didn't need to ask where they were going, he knew there was no more running away for either of them. He didn't want to, anyways, he had done that enough.
"I wonder if hyung likes me back," Seungmin thought to himself before dozing off with his head against the car's window.
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Seungmin managed to fit in a few dreams between the moment he fell asleep and the moment Hyunjin parked in the garage of their apartment complex. Maybe he wouldn't have woken up at all if it weren't for Hyunjin taking the liberty of smacking the back of his neck.
"Hey, what was that for?" Seungmin complained as he wobbled out of the car. Hyunjin just smirked and started walking ahead,
"I'll lose the privilege to bully you if you manage to seduce Changbin hyung," Seungmin had to pick up the pace when Hyunjin didn't bother to keep the elevator doors open with a hand between them. Instead he kept on rambling,
"I'll have to get it out of my system. I need to be a good brother in law so I can at least keep my amex privileges. "
Seungmin arrived just in time to get on the elevator but he couldn't help the smile on his face even when he was trying very hard to scold Hyunjin for leaving him behind. They bickered their way to the apartment and in the blink of an eye the gentle melody of the door bell was floating through the white tiled corridor. Just for a second his eyes searched for Hyunjin's and they were right there, silently telling him to go for it.
When the door was opened by a very surprised Changbin, Hyunjin immediately pushed Seungmin forward with a hand on his back. Despite stumbling, Seungmin got the memo and gave a small bow to the other resident of the house.
"What's going on Hyunjinnie?" Changbin asked with a light yet confused tone. Hyunjin put on an exaggerated customer service voice and pretended to check his phone,
"Delivery for Seo Changbin. You seem to have ordered a very annoying puppy with zero emotional intelligence, is that correct?"
Before Seungmin could elbow Hyunjin on his stomach, Changbin yanked him inside from his collar like a misbehaving animal.
"Yes, yes. Thank you for your troubles Hyunjin-ssi," Changbin replied begrudgingly as he rummaged through his wallet and took out a credit card, "here's your payment. Don't go too overboard."
Hyunjin pinched the card between two fingers and gave it an exaggerated kiss before he waved.
"No promises, hyungie," he chirped and got back on the elevator with a huge smile on his face. Before Seungmin could hear the elevator ding, he heard the heavy front door close behind him. Now it was just… him and the guy he'd been almost creepily obsessed with for a normal amount of time. In his house.
Kim Seungmin had no idea what to do.
Changbin raked his fingers through his hair, looking just as lost as Seungmin. But when their eyes met, both of them couldn't help but laugh at the absurdity of the situation. It turned out Changbin was also roped into this at the last minute, the only heads up he'd gotten having been a typo-ridden text from Hyunjin, saying he was bringing Seungmin over and expecting his usual payment for his efforts.
"Why don't you go wash up, Seungminnie? I'll set out some snacks."
Seungmin nodded as he went over to the bathroom. While it was nice to get a breather, he'd also unwillingly started conjuring up scenarios in his head. When he looked into the mirror, he saw how red his face had gotten. He gave himself a pep-talk as he quickly washed his face with cold water and tried to fix his tussled hair. He could do it. He could be normal, have a normal conversation and somehow magically make Changbin fall for him all in one afternoon. Before he could spiral any further he forced himself to get out of his temporary safe-zone. He was ready to face him head on.
Although he felt like the term "facing something head on" had been a bit too dramatic when he found Changbin sitting tucked in the corner of their L-shaped couch, munching on some cashews.
This was the problem, wasn't it? Changbin was undeniably cute. And Seungmin couldn't figure out a way to deal with it yet. Regardless, he made his way over and sat in the middle of the couch with his hands clasped in his lap. Changbin looked over at him with an amused expression,
"What are you so formal for? Sitting like you're meeting your lover's parents…"
Seungmin tried to change his position but it only made him look all the more out of place. Fed up, Changbin hastily left his spot on the couch, making Seungmin flinch. But he simply sat back down and curled up next to him, putting his head in Seungmin's lap. Changbin laid on his back, looking at Seungmin from where he was laying. Now, with their previous space occupied by a fluffy head of hair, Seungmin's hands gently placed themselves on Changbin's chest, one closer to his neck, idly circling the soft skin. Changbin closed his eyes, seemingly content,
"Sorry about going all silent on you," he mumbled calmly, "You just seemed so scared and freaked out, I thought I should give you some space to figure your stuff out."
Seungmin hadn't thought of it that way at all. He was almost certain Changbin was weirded out or deeply sad or even angry with him that he hadn't considered the possibility of Changbin simply looking out for him.
"I was kind of freaking out. I don't really know what to say, to be honest."
Changbin smiled without opening his eyes, but Seungmin knew if he had opened them their gazes would've locked together without missing a beat.
"Just say what's on your mind," he said, "we can work it out, whatever the issue is."
Well, the issue was Seungmin's desire to date Changbin's glorious yet oblivious ass but there had to be a more tasteful way to put it. Seungmin was going to find it. He could do it, he could put his thoughts into a neat little monologue and convey the entirety of his confusing feelings in a comprehensible manner.
Maybe in another life Seungmin found those perfect words and the breath to say them.
But in this life that breath was held before Seungmin leaned down to press an innocent kiss onto Changbin's lips.
He thought that would get him a smack on his face or at least a long and prickly lecture about him acting weird. But before he could get ready to possibly bolt again he felt a hand on his neck, pulling his back in to meet those soft lips again. Maybe he should've closed his eyes but the invisible strings of shock aggressively held them open, in contrast to Changbin's merely fluttering eyelashes. Seungmin could feel the way Changbin was smiling beneath his lips, smashed together like a teenager's first kiss. He expected the hand on his nape to leave or at least change positions but it only tightened with even his most minuscule attempt at going away.
He wanted to think about it, he wanted to understand the meaning behind this but it was both too late and too early for that. So he gave in, closed his eyes and let his mouth drop open ever so slightly, angling his head as best as he could with the awkward angle. He dared to kiss Changbin properly, dared to move from his upper lip to the lower, he dared to have a preference for that full bottom lip. He could no longer feel that smile, but he could feel himself be kissed back carefully, with the same curiosity he himself was trying to satisfy. He grazed his teeth over the plump lips, teasing a bite, and he heard a faint moan. Changbin tried to lift himself up to get closer, to get that promised sting of gentle pain. Seungmin let him do that too, neither of them opened their eyes till their lips met again, finding each other easily, just following the crackling young fire of desire. Seungmin held his hyung's arms, only to put them both around his neck. Changbin hummed happily, moving even closer, letting his thighs sit atop Seungmin's. And he was but a weak man, who rushed to reward Changbin by giving him a timid, restrained bite. He couldn't even understand how the tips of his teeth could be this sensitive, this eager to latch onto something soft and warm. He teased the tender flesh between his teeth, and licked it without letting it go. And licked it again and let go for only a second before going in for another bite, this time with less restraint, he let that rosy lip curl in his mouth. It tasted so beautiful, so sweet, Seungmin wondered if he could ever make do with mere memories of this moment in the future. But Changbin didn't seem to think with anything other than want when he impatiently moaned into Seungmin's mouth, demanding something. Demanding more. So Seungmin gave him more, pressing a parting kiss on the reddened lip before he dove back in, now between them to search for the source of that heavenly flavor. Changbin surrendered more of his body to be held up by the younger, melting with the feeling of his mouth being claimed and ravished with abandon. Seungmin gladly held him steady, bringing their bodies even closer, chest to chest. He wished he could feel Changbin's heartbeat over his own lungs, wondered if he could even count them past two. While his tongue was laving over Changbin's and their teeth were clashing between every hungry tilt of their faces, his hands were getting reckless as well. His left hand swiftly snuck through the back of Changbin's shirt, already untucked as if inviting him to feel and take. It was warm, his back, soft and smooth like his lips. Seungmin was losing focus, there was so much he wanted but he had so little patience. He wanted to kiss all over that body, shivering and convulsing steadily under his touch. Changbin himself was the first to break the kiss and open his eyes, forcing Seungmin to do the same, dodging his blind attempts at latching their mouths back together with a distressed whine,
"Message received, Kim Seungmin," Changbin chuckled breathlessly, "I'm afraid you have a thing for me."
Seungmin forced his eyes back open, accepting his fate of being temporarily unable to kiss Changbin. He belatedly agreed, nodding fervently. He, too, was afraid he had a thing for Changbin.
"Is that bad, hyung? Is it wrong for us to be doing this?"
"Oh come on," Changbin said incredulously, "why would it be wrong? We like each other, don't we? Nothing born out of love is bad, at least in my opinion."
Seungmin wasn't going to cry. He wasn't. Changbin must be hallucinating because why was he wiping his perfectly dry eyes and cheeks?
Seungmin was very much crying with his head resting on Changbin's ever so sturdy shoulder with the latter rubbing his back gently. Between hiccups he wanted to say so much, he wanted to thank Changbin for seeing through his poorly concealed attempts at getting close to him, he wanted to say how happy he was because his hyung didn't give up on him when he didn't even know how to talk to him properly. He wanted to whine about regretting not doing this sooner. He wanted to scold Changbin for not confessing to him before things got to this point—
But he didn't want anything more than he wanted the man in front of him.
Everything else could wait.
Despite the tears still running down his face, Seungmin quietly kissed the shoulder he just wept on, as if to thank it. One kiss turned into two then three and the want only got more intense. He leaned in closer, crowding Changbin against the cushions as he nosed along his neck, taking in his scent. He let his breath ghost over the surface, just to tease Changbin further. His hyung could only whimper and throw his head back, inviting Seungmin to take all he desired.
"Even now you're so easy, do you at least know how to refuse something?" Seungmin chuckled, teasing. Changbin tried to respond, defend his honor maybe, but Seungmin was licking right over his pulse, letting his teeth tease all over his throat, and if getting to feel this meant giving up his pride then so be it. He only moaned along and tangled his fingers in Seungmin's hair, as if he needed a reason to stay right where he was. Seungmin realized quickly how he knew each spot that would make Changbin go insane, how every cell there was carved with their memories. He kissed right below his ear, open mouthed and wet. The reaction was immediate, that high moan forever stuck to Seungmin's brain like a song. He wanted to go slow, be dignified, but the sounds Changbin was making under him were anything but demure.
And he didn't know how to refuse something to him either.
So he latched onto the thin patch of skin, sucking it hungrily, determined to leave a trace for the next day. Before he could move on to the other side, he felt Changbin's hands pawing at his shirt, making a clumsy attempt at taking it off. Seungmin just smiled as he straightened to look Changbin in the eye. He didn't move to do it himself, instead he watched Changbin scramble and struggle to take it off of him. And when his uncoordinated efforts paid off, he lunged forward to kiss along Seungmin's chest, the divot between his pecs, the base of his throat. Seungmin let him, grunting as he held onto Changbin's nape. The kisses slowly descended, turning into licks when they got closer to his waist. Changbin looked at him pleadingly beneath his lashes, as if Seungmin taking his cock out would be a blessing for him. Seungmin didn't move to help, just leaned back and thrust his hips forward,
"Show me how badly you want it," he whispered. No matter what situation they were in he would tease and bully his hyung, just to see him get worked up as if his efforts could amount to anything more than amusement for Seungmin. Changbin looked like he was using all of his brain just to unzip Seungmin's pants, putting up a fight against mere fabric. But when he finally managed to lower them alongside his boxers to reveal that hard length, his eyes sparkled with lust and Seungmin almost came just from that. Changbin didn't break eye contact as he took the tip in his mouth, sucking it without warning. Seungmin couldn't think about how his mouth already looked so full, how his eyes were starting to redden along his face or else he wouldn't hear the end of it, the teasing went both ways, after all. But Changbin was in no position to form thoughts with the way he was struggling to take more in his mouth, fighting against the laws of physics. When he had to admit defeat and accept that he couldn't fit the entire thing into his mouth, he started bobbing his head, sucking like he needed to prove something. His hand latched onto Seungmin's thigh, holding on as he drooled and slobbered all over Seungmin's cock. His teeth caught on the sensitive flesh and his movements were uncoordinated and he was so selfish with his one track mind, concerned more with tasting and taking rather than giving pleasure and it was the best thing Seungmin had ever felt. The stretch of Changbin's lips, the warmth of his wet mouth… it all complimented the debauched visual he was letting Seungmin see in all its naughty glory. This was exactly what Seungmin liked about him, the blind stubbornness, the uncontrolled force, the inability to think things through when his feelings got involved— Seungmin, in a moment of cruelty and lust, held onto Changbin's head and started fucking his mouth without any regard for anything other than chasing his own pleasure. Changbin was clearly not used to this, not used to being used, but Seungmin didn't need skill from him, he just needed a yes, he needed obedience. And Changbin was perfect for that with the way he let go of his grip on Seungmin, letting his hands drop and his throat relax for Seungmin to take. Each drag past his mouth, along that twitching tongue was making Seungmin fall deeper into a blurry haze. Changbin was still looking up at him, lost and happy, teary eyes unfocused. And the moment Changbin almost choked with a thrust too strong, Seungmin was coming in his already stuffed mouth without a warning. If it were anyone else, they would immediately rush to tell Changbin he didn't have to swallow it, given his inexperience. But Seungmin wasn't anyone else, he knew where Changbin would break and he was hell bent on seeing it with his own two eyes. So he held his throat with one hand, squeezing just enough to make his eyes fly open,
"Swallow it, hyung," he ordered in a low, dangerous voice.
And without making Seungmin repeat himself, Changbin gulped down what was given to him. As he watched, Seungmin instinctively licked his lips, thousand more wicked, evil ideas filling his brain. He placed a kiss on Changbin's mouth, as if to say good job. It was difficult not to indulge Changbin when he followed after his lips like a hungry kitten, but Seungmin had to grit his teeth and endure in favor of helping the other take off his clothes for both of their sakes.
With every inch of skin revealed, Seungmin could feel his blood rushing back south. Even he himself didn't know he could get it back up this fast, it really was different being with someone he truly liked. When Seungmin managed to get his hyung finally naked, he roughly positioned him to get on all fours. Changbin reveled in Seungmin's aggressive touches, curious squeezes at his sides, the hands snaking around his chest to twist and pinch his nipples… it all made him shiver and moan without shame.
When Seungmin sat back and took in the view of Changbin's broad shoulders tapering down to that slim waist, it reminded him of that day in the practice room. Of every desire he hid behind mockery or rationalization. He wondered what his body would do if he severed the strings his overthinking mind had attached to it. He moved in closer, bowed his head down to place kisses over Changbin's ankles, calves, then thighs. The first few kisses earned him a breathy chuckle, pleasantly surprised. But the final ones, the most impassioned ones so close to the soft, full cheeks of that sinful ass, brought out a desperate moan from Changbin. He blindly threw his hand back in an effort to grab Seungmin's hair to direct him where he was needed the most. Seungmin dodged the attempt, though, leaving deep bites all around instead, leaving the skin reddened and wet. But with the idea planted in his head, he couldn't wait any longer before he licked over his hole, agonizingly slow and repeatedly while Changbin was whining and moving, making his job difficult.
"Stop squirming, hyung," Seungmin chided before holding onto his hips with a bruising grip. Which did stop the movements but made Changbin moan louder in response. Seungmin only smirked and continued, fueled by the filthy sounds his lips were making against the slick opening. He was going madder by the second, opening his mouth to make out with the almost shyly puckering hole, fluttering impatiently just like its owner. And Seungmin was getting impatient too, his fingers were itching to be inside, to feel the deepest parts of his hyung. He looked around to see if either of his freak friends had stashed any lube in the living room but his search came up short. With him getting distracted, Changbin tried to peek behind to see what was the hold up. When he realized Seungmin was looking for something, he giggled despite his fuzzy mind and the ache of being too hard for comfort.
"In my bedside drawer, if you're looking for lube," he breathed out, letting his torso drop down on the cushions. Seungmin looked at the beautiful body in front of him, littered with bite marks and glistening with spit and sweat, covered in his claim. He couldn't bear the thought of not being within touching distance of it for even a moment but if he didn't get inside that hole in the next five minutes nothing good would come out of it either. So he stood up and crouched down to whisper in Changbin's reddened ear,
"One day I'm carrying you from here to your bed, hyung."
Then he bolted out of the living room as fast as he could to bring the damn lube. He couldn't focus enough to be tidy about his search and made himself promise he'd clean up his mess as soon as he could. When he found what he was looking for, he ran back, making Changbin giggle again at his haste,
"Wanna do it that bad, Seungminnie?" he quipped, uncaring of the position he was in. But Seungmin didn't have enough brain cells to come up with a smart answer so he just grunted in annoyance. Changbin kept giggling and whining until Seungmin put in the first finger, maybe a bit too quickly. Once he got his first taste of that fullness, Changbin immediately started squirming again, distantly hoping Seungmin would keep him in place again. And he got his wish when Seungmin pressed him down in the cushions fully, making his already leaking and sensitive cock rub against the rough surface with each drag and push of Seungmin's now two fingers. Changbin felt his eyes roll back in his skull, he was delirious with pleasure on both sides. He was torn between grinding his dick into the couch and pushing his ass out to get Seungmin's fingers in deeper. In the end Seungmin made the decision for him by holding him down with his free hand, not shy about the force he was using. And unable to move his hips at all, Changbin had to take everything, both the biting and teasing pleasure on his length and the startling and deep fullness in his ass, now all the more prominent with the addition of a third, long and beautiful finger. But the moment Seungmin had the idea to curl his fingers in to touch his prostate head on, Changbin panicked, slapping Seungmin's hand on his lower back. Seungmin was startled, worried he was hurting him. But Changbin turned his head, with tears dampening his face yet again,
"Put it in already, I'm close," he moaned. And Seungmin quickly but carefully withdrew his fingers without making his hyung repeat himself. He sat down and pulled at Changbin's ankle, asking him to come over. Despite giving the younger a cheeky eye roll, Changbin wobbled over to Seungmin's lap, relishing in the way his waist was immediately grabbed again with more vigor than necessary. But all the young, lighthearted jitters vanished when they found each other's gazes, leaving its place to something more grounded and heavy.
They were seriously deep in this feeling, this was actually happening. It was mutual and real and they both knew what the other was thinking already. Changbin gave a small smile as he held Seungmin's face to lean in for a kiss, a kiss much more simple yet loving. Seungmin didn't chase him when Changbin broke the kiss, he was now finally understanding that this wasn't a fleeting moment. He cupped his hyung's neck between his palms, letting himself feel his veins rushing with blood,
"I think we're in love," Seungmin whispered in shock. Changbin's face lit up with the confession, as if he didn't know that already. The tiny, scared smile on his lips bloomed into a genuine one, bunching his cheeks up and crinkling his watery eyes. It was scary, falling for someone and coming to terms with it. But no other word or concept would do this intense yearning justice, the desire and care entwined with a thin rope of fear, maybe unfounded but still present despite every logical thought. Seungmin couldn't let go of him, ever. Maybe they'd get married, maybe they'd be so obnoxious about their relationship that even the universe would cower at the thought of separating them. Seungmin would find a way, surely. And Changbin agreed with a chuckle, making Seungmin jump with confusion.
"You said that aloud, dummy," Changbin said quietly, as if the tender moment between them would break if he's as loud as he usually is. Seungmin felt heat rising up his neck through his skull, but also there was no use being ashamed.
"Yeah well, it's on the books now hyung, we're annoyingly together forever," Seungmin whispered back. Changbin leaned down to kiss his forehead, still smiling,
"Of course we are, I thought we had established that long ago."
Seungmin finally smiled back, reassured and calm for once. “Of course” sounded more grounding than a simple yes, somehow. Like it wasn't even a question. But before they could get into another crying session, Changbin let his weight drop down on Seungmin's crotch, making himself moan as he grinded on Seungmin's length impatiently,
"Come on, you can be romantic later," he whined, "now just fuck me."
Seungmin smirked, proud and playful. He made a show of leaning back and dragging his hands along Changbin's body, tingling along with slowly rising goosebumps. His breaths were short and urgent, each timbre of his chest in time with the swaying of his wet cock, so close to bursting shamelessly any moment. Changbin gave him an annoyed look, mildly unhappy about having to work for it but somewhat determined too. So he lifted his hips slightly, taking Seungmin's length in his hand for the first time, letting his hand drag down the veins running down the sides. It was pretty, long and pinkish like the rest of Seungmin. Changbin lined it with his entrance before he started drooling and let the warm head breach past the relaxed rim before slowly sinking down, taking it all the way with whimpers and jolts every few inches. Seungmin was delirious with pleasure, shocked and impatient altogether. When Changbin looked at him with a relaxed face, he finally started thrusting upwards rhythmically. Changbin met his each thrust halfway, moaning and thrashing around with every hit to his sweet spot. He was sensitive and Seungmin was stupidly long, making it impossible to miss his prostate no matter the angle. After just a few minutes they both knew neither of them was going to last long at all, so they picked up the speed, recklessly chasing their releases. Seungmin wrapped his arms around Changbin and held him steady as he moved his hips quickly, giving an extra hard thrust every once in a while. Changbin went lax in his hold, choking on whines and his tears, just taking everything like the good little thing he was. He absentmindedly started kissing and nipping along Seungmin's throat, pulling low grunts and hisses one after another. And with a loud groan Seungmin was spilling inside him, warm and thick. Changbin thought they'd take a second but even while still coming, Seungmin reached between them to jerk Changbin off to make him finish, whispering in his ear begging for him to cum. Already on the edge, Changbin let go and came all over Seungmin's pretty hands, covering them in his release.
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When Hyunjin came back home with the rest of the members in tow, they were somewhat scared to find the two still fighting or in a… compromising position. But they only found them when Hyunjin thought to check Changbin's room, with the door cracked open just so, letting the nosy bunch take a peek inside only to find the two tangled in the bed still in their bathrobes and with damp hair coloring the pillows darker with the moisture.
"Do you think they…" Chan asked cautiously with a whisper. Jeongin and Jisung bursted in barely restrained laughter in tandem. Minho dragged them away by their arms, hissing at the rest to move away from the room. With a last few fond gazes, they all retreated back to the living room, which was suspiciously clean and somewhat chilly, thanks to the window left open.
"Yup, the deed is done and now they're going to annoy us forever in a million more ways," Hyunjin sighed as he slumped between Jisung and Chan. They all laughed, agreeing but undeniably happy for their friends.
It was just the two of them who couldn't see it, after all.
Well, better late than never.
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