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“Don’t think about the game, just kiss!” Yeonjun said with a grin and the members laughed. “I can’t watch this...” Kai added while turning away.

Taehyun and Beomgyu stand in front of each other, waiting for Taehyun to give the signal to start. Beomgyu already knows Taehyun is going to act all shy — a typical Taehyun move whenever something involves touching others. (Huening is the only exception.) The other members are ready for a good show — and unfortunately, these two are the first pairing playing the Pepero game. This is definitely not what Taehyun has imagined for today’s Gayo Snack Bar, but… it is what it is.

He puts the Pepero between his teeth, waiting for Beomgyu to lean in. “Oh, I’m nervous… but let’s go, Taehyunie,” Beomgyu says with a nervous smile. 

Instead of taking it slow, his hyung goes all in. The Pepero shortens way too fast. Has he ever been this close to Beomgyu before? Not his face — and definitely not his lips. Lips that now hover very close to his own.

Before Taehyun lets his thoughts drift, he reminds himself: this is still a show. There are cameras. Fans. Expectations. He’s not supposed to look too into it. Not supposed to give anyone a reason to start rumors. Even if… they’d probably love it.

Now or never — he bites. The Pepero falls to the floor. The members laugh again, louder this time. Beomgyu pulls back, clearly disappointed.

“Why did you cut it off!?” he whines.

Taehyun says nothing. His mind is somewhere else. This… was strange.

Turns out their final Pepero length is only 3.4 cm — not exactly record-breaking. Usually, Taehyun is super competitive, but this time? Winning isn’t the issue. The issue is Beomgyu — still whining, still complaining that they could have won. That it would have gone better if only Taehyun had stayed calm.

“It’s just a game, Gyu. I didn’t mean to cut it off,” Taehyun says, trying to sound casual. “I was laughing… it just happened.”

He’s not really trying to explain it to Beomgyu. He’s trying to calm himself down. Trying to make it less weird — at least to the others watching.

“It’s okay, Taehyunie,” Kai says with a grin. “Soobin and I will break the high score instead. Right, hyung?”

And honestly — they almost do.

***

The group leaves the Inkigayo building after a successful but exhausting day. The other members head to the company to finish recording the last parts for their upcoming unit song, leaving Taehyun and Beomgyu alone.

“Do you want to have some ramyeon at the dorm? Soobin-hyung will be back late, and you don’t want me eating alone, do you, Taehyun-ah?” Beomgyu pouts, sounding playful.

Taehyun smiles, relieved at the company. “Sure. Otherwise, I’d probably just be bored until the others get back. I think we still have enough ramyeon at home.”

The car ride back is quiet, filled with the low hum of the engine and the sound from Beomgyu’s phone. Taehyun keeps thinking about the game. It was just a game, but there’s this strange feeling he can’t get rid off. He definitely panicked when his hyung got close—too close.

A voice inside him adds: Not close enough.

He shakes his head, trying to clear his thoughts. Taehyun doesn‘t think about his friends that way.

“Just kiss,” Yeonjun said before the game started. Of course, Yeonjun would say that. Taehyun has caught him and Soobin many times behind corners, talking quietly, both looking suspiciously blushed.

Sure. But Taehyun isn’t like that. He’s not the type to kiss his friends. There are limits, and this is one of them.

He glances over at Beomgyu, who’s scrolling through TikTok, eyes meeting his.

“Why are you watching me?” Beomgyu asks with a teasing smile, clearly enjoying the moment. “Missing the view of my face?” he adds.

Taehyun chuckles quietly, feeling a warmth he tries not to admit. He doesn’t reply — not because he doesn’t want to, but because some things are better left unsaid for now.

Beomgyu leans back, still smiling.

Taehyun watches the way Beomgyu’s eyes flicker between the screen and him, and a thought crosses his mind: maybe things don’t have to be so complicated. Maybe this feeling isn’t something to fight.

But he pushes the idea away before it grows. Not yet.

***

After they arrive at the dorm, the two kick off their shoes and immediately raid the storage room. “Yeonjun-hyung gonna be mad if he finds out his last two ramyeon are gone…” Taehyun warns. “Perfect,” Beomgyu replies with a mischievous grin. Of course, he’d do anything to annoy Yeonjun.

Beomgyu heads to the kitchen to boil water while Taehyun unpacks their food bags. “Sit down, hyungie, I’ll do it,” Taehyun offers, already moving to take charge. Beomgyu nods and drops onto a stool at the kitchen counter, eyes fixed on Taehyun. He notices the younger is acting strange since the game.

“Taehyun-ah,” Beomgyu says softly, breaking the silence. Taehyun turns slowly, confused by the serious tone. He braces himself for what’s coming. “What’s wrong? You’ve been acting weird since the game,” Beomgyu says, voice low but steady.

“I…” Taehyun stutters, words failing him. There’s no easy explanation, no neat excuse. Seeing the struggle, Beomgyu takes the lead.

“Forget my question. You don’t have to explain,” Beomgyu says gently. “I’m sorry if I made you uncomfortable or anything. It’s not like I was seriously gonna kiss you like Kai would have.” He chuckles, trying to lighten the mood.

Something shifts inside Taehyun when Beomgyu talks about it so openly. There’s no point of hiding anymore anyways. He knows Beomgyu — knows how he looks at him sometimes. Maybe it’s time to be honest with his favorite hyung.

“It’s not that…” Taehyun begins, searching for words. „I don’t know. I shouldn’t feel this way — didn’t even know I could — but I think… I just realized… I need you more than I want to, more than I’m willing to admit, Gyu.“

Beomgyu stares at him, jaw slightly open, caught off guard by Taehyun’s words. The room goes silent. Only the faint bubbling of the kettle and their breaths fill the space.

Taehyun lowers his gaze, unsure if he’s just ruined something he can’t take back. His fingers twitch slightly at his side, like he’s trying to hold something in. Beomgyu still doesn’t say anything. He’s just watching him — not shocked, not laughing it off. Just… quiet. Like he’s waiting.

And that waiting does something to Taehyun. He feels something tighten in his chest, some invisible wall falling. This is Beomgyu. The one who teases everyone but always takes care of him, the one who always sees more. And maybe… maybe he already knows. Maybe he always knew.

He takes a shaky breath. “I’ve been trying to ignore it,” Taehyun admits, almost to himself. “But I couldn’t when you got that close.” He steps closer, just slightly. Watching Beomgyu’s reaction — a small inhale, a twitch in his fingers on the countertop.

“I don’t want to regret not doing something when I could have,” Taehyun adds, his voice low, serious. Still no rejection. No backing away. Just heat and tension.

Then something clicks. Taehyun turns off the kettle with a slow, deliberate motion. He moves behind Beomgyu, body close, not touching yet.

“Don’t reject me, hyung.” 

A chill runs down Beomgyu’s spine. He nods. The nod is all Taehyun needs.

When the younger’s lips touch the other’s neck, something between them shifts — as if a barrier has fallen. Still seated, Beomgyu tilts his head to the side, exposing more of his sensitive spot. The soft kisses and playful bites blur his thoughts; his breathing grows heavy.

“I didn’t expect this to happen…” he whispers.

“I know you’ve wanted me for so long,” Taehyun murmurs, and there’s something dangerous in the way he says it, something that makes Beomgyu’s knees feel weaker. The moan he lets out in response is proof enough. He is right. Taehyun has ever been his favorite maknae.

Taehyun’s voice drops lower. “You ever thought about showering with me, hyungie? Getting all wet together?“ A small pause. “That something you wanted?”

Beomgyu doesn’t answer right away. His eyes shift, not out of shame, but like he’s weighing whether it’s okay to admit it. There’s no joke in Taehyun’s tone, just a sort of curiosity. And something else. After a moment, Beomgyu nods.

“So shy all of a sudden,” Taehyun smirks. “Not the loud hyung I know… but I like this version.”

Taehyun reaches out and grabs Beomgyu’s wrist. His grip is firm, but not rough. “Come on,” he says, turning without looking back.

As soon as they enter the bathroom, Taehyun shuts the door. Not even a second later, Beomgyu finds himself pinned against the wall, trapped between strong arms. For a second, Taehyun doesn’t move. He just looks at him.

Beomgyu’s chest rises and falls faster than before, the shift from quiet teasing to this catching up to him in real time. But he doesn’t look away. Taehyun tilts his head slightly, eyes scanning Beomgyu’s face like he’s reading something.

“You’re breathing like you didn’t see this coming,” he says, voice quiet but sharp.

When lips meet it feels like time stops. At this moment, there is only Taehyun and Beomgyu — lost in breaths, whimpers, growls, and countless kisses. Their tongues twist, dancing with each other. Taehyun’s hand moves to Beomgyu’s jaw, touching it gently.

“I’ll make you feel so good. But first…” He lets Beomgyu go, stepping back to turn on the shower. Without hesitation, he pulls Beomgyu inside. Their clothes soak in seconds, clinging to their bodies. The outline of Taehyun’s muscles becomes visible through the wet fabric, and Beomgyu can’t stop staring.

“On your knees,” Taehyun says.

He pulls down the zipper, tugging the younger’s pants down and throwing them aside. In front of him: a perfectly pink, flushed dick.

His hand moves first — slow and exploring. His touch isn’t hurried. He starts at the base and glides upward, his thumb brushing just beneath the tip before trailing back down again. A teasing rhythm, not meant to satisfy. When he glances up, Taehyun’s head is tipped back against the wall, eyes half-lidded, chest rising just a bit quicker than before.

The moment Beomgyu closes his lips around the tip and moves deeper, a low groan escapes Taehyun. He looks down, seeing his cock disappearing into his hyung’s mouth. His hand finds its way to Beomgyu’s hair, fingers tightening just enough.

Jaw clenched, breath catching at the sight in front of him. “Be good for me, hyung,” he says, voice rough — not a request, but a warning.

This seems to motivate Beomgyu in his actions; he goes faster, deeper. 

Every time Taehyun feels his tip hitting the older’s throat, he needs more until his patience snaps.

He grabs Beomgyu’s head, holding it in place as he starts to slowly fuck his friend’s face. Beomgyu’s gagging sounds like music, and the bittersweet tears building up in his eyes are his muse. He can feel his high coming at any second.

After a last deep stroke in the older’s throat, he pulls out and shoots his load on his hyung’s face. Beomgyu looks as down for him as he had never been before. Licking the semen off wherever his tongue can reach, eyes bright as he looks up.

Taehyun’s heavy breathing doesn’t stop him from talking more filth. “You look so pretty with your eyes teary and my cum on your face.”

 ***

The two washed up after their make-out in the shower and headed back to the kitchen, still heated up. Before they could reach Taehyun’s room, something overcame the younger.

In the next moment, he shoves the open ramyeon packs on the kitchen counter aside and lifts Beomgyu onto it, pushing himself between his thighs, pulling his hyung close. The older bents down for a kiss. Taehyun stands on his tiptoes, holding Beomgyu close, whose hardness presses against his stomach.

“Fuck, Gyu…” he hisses. Beomgyu replies with a soft moan. “I want to spend the night with you. I don’t care if the members find out who you belong to.”

He leans in for another kiss, straying over his cheek, blowing air traces until he reaches Beomgyu’s neck. Placing kisses, sucking on his skin. A mark will be visible tomorrow, but Taehyun doesn’t care — that’s a problem for future them.

“Turn around, pretty boy,” he commands.

The older obeys and turns around, now lying on his stomach, legs hanging down from the counter. His veins are filled with adrenaline, not knowing what will come next until he feels Taehyun dragging down his boxers. With a dull thud, they land on the floor beside the counter.

Taehyun’s hands glide slowly over Beomgyu’s back, tracing the line of his spine down to rest briefly on his hips. His voice drops to a soft whisper. “So pretty… Gonna eat you out so good.”

Taehyun meets his gaze with a slow, satisfied smile. His fingers trail down Beomgyu’s hips, sliding lower until they cup the roundness of his cheeks. The warmth of his touch draws a soft, almost breathless sound from Beomgyu.

The younger parts his cheeks, appreciating the view: his hyung in front of him, ready to get ruined. “So ready…” he whispers, voice low and husky. “I’m gonna make you burn.”

The older feels his heart pound faster, his body already responding to the promise in Taehyun’s words. He wants this - so god damn bad.

Beomgyu twitches the moment Taehyun’s spit lands on his most sensitive spot, the sudden wetness sending an unexpected shiver through him. He swallows hard, breath hitching as Taehyun’s fingers follow, tracing slow, deliberate lines along the delicate skin of his fold. 

Then, without warning, Taehyun’s thumb presses gently against his entrance. A hiss escapes the older, quickly swallowed by a needy moan that betrays how much he’s already craving more. 

“Just relax,” Taehyun murmurs close to his ear, voice low and steady. “I’ll be careful.”

The strange, new sensation sends Beomgyu’s mind spinning — a whirl of heat and tension pooling inside him. His body responds almost instantly, aching for more, hungry for what comes next. “More, Taehyunie… more,” he begs. 

After one last slow stroke with his thumb, Taehyun pulls back. The absence is brief — just long enough to make Beomgyu gasp softly at the sudden emptiness.

And then he feels it — warm, wet, and soft. Taehyun’s tongue replaces his thumb, beginning with light, teasing flicks that make Beomgyu jolt with every pass. Each movement is controlled.

Beomgyu’s hands curl against the counter edge. But Taehyun doesn’t stop. His movements get firmer. His grip tightens on Beomgyu’s hips, holding him steady as he works, relentless and focused, chasing every reaction he can get.

After some minutes of teasing and enjoying the sounds of sex, his tongue finds its way to where his thumb was before, buried as deep as possible while holding Beomgyu in place.

“You’re so good for me,” he growls.

“Tae-Taehyunie, I’m close…” Beomgyu whimpers. “No, don’t think about it, we’re not done yet,” Taehyun growls. After one more stroke with his tongue, he pulls out, replacing his tongue once again with his fingers—two this time.

He feels Beomgyu clenching around it. It makes his dick twitch; his boxers are already soaked in precum. “Do you want my cock, hyung?” - “..Ye-yes,” the older stutters.

“Then beg for it.”

“Pl-please fuck me so good, I want to feel you inside of me,” he begs. 

Not a second later, Taehyun pulls off his boxers, aligning his tip at Beomgyu’s entrance. Before he enters, he spreads a mixture of precum and saliva with teasing movements. Then he finally pushes in step by step, enjoying the tight feeling of Beomgyu’s ass.

“Fuuuuck… you’re so tight, hyungie,” he growls. “So fucking tight.”

Beomgyu screams when Taehyun stretches him. It burns, but it’s a good kind of pain. His back arches. As soon as Taehyun is buried deep inside, he starts moving. First slow and careful. Then deep and intense.

The sight alone nearly undoes him. Watching his cock sink deeper into his hyung, over and over again. It’s overwhelming, the way Beomgyu takes him so well, the way his body reacts to every movement like it’s made for him.

Taehyun grips his hips tighter, fingertips digging in, desperate to hold on to something real. His mind is half-gone — driven wild by the view.

The air is thick with noise: Beomgyu’s breathy moans, Taehyun’s low growls, and the steady, raw sound of skin meeting skin — sharp and wet. It’s messy. Intense. Addictive.

And neither of them wants it to stop.

In one swift motion, Taehyun grabs a fistful of Beomgyu’s hair, yanking his head back just enough to expose the curve of his throat. The sudden pull draws a sharp gasp from Beomgyu, somewhere between a cry and a moan.

Taehyun’s movements grow rougher, rhythm losing its earlier patience. There’s no more teasing. And Beomgyu takes it all,, the sting of Taehyun’s grip grounding him. Every sound that leaves Beomgyu only fuels him more.

Every thrust hits the older’s prostate just in the right place; he is trying to hold back his high too badly. His whole body is burning, tears rolling down his cheeks from overstimulation.

As if the pace wasn’t already brutal enough, a sudden sharp slap lands on Beomgyu’s left cheek. The sting blooms instantly, heat radiating across his skin, but what surprises him most is the way it pulls a loud, unfiltered moan from deep in his throat. His breath comes out ragged. It’s too much and not enough.

Somewhere in the back of his mind, a thought flickers: there’s no way the neighbors aren’t hearing this. The moans, the slap, the rhythmic collision of bodies — it’s impossible to hide.

But in this moment, he doesn’t care. The only thing that matters is the grip on his body, the burn in his skin, and the feeling of completely losing control.

“You like that, like the little slut you are?” Taehyun asks. “Mhm…” Beomgyu replies with a nod.

He places another strong spank on the other cheek, followed by another whimper. The red, glowing cheeks drive him insane. Pushing Beomgyu’s head down on the counter this time, thrusting at an impressive pace, getting closer to his climax. The older’s wet eyes and needy moans are too much.

With one last deep thrust, he spills his load inside. A low groan escapes his throat.

Beomgyu joins right after with high-pitched moans, clenching around Taehyun, spilling his cum on the kitchen counter. Slowly riding out their climax together.

The younger pulls out, enjoying the view of his cum leaking out. Not even a second later, he shoves it back in with two of his fingers. Beomgyu whines at the overstimulation.

“You look so hot with my cum leaking out of you,” he whispers in desire.

After a few minutes of just breathing, he lifts Beomgyu from the counter, carrying his ruined body into Taehyun’s bed. “I’ll clean up the mess and will be right back in a minute,” he says, kissing his hyung on his forehead.

***

The kitchen is a disaster. Yeonjun’s ramyeon on the ground, the counter full of sweat and cum — a little bit gross, to be honest, their boxers on the floor and stool. Oh well.

He doesn’t want to miss out on cuddling, so he cleans the worst parts, collects their briefs, and rushes back to his room.

Beomgyu lying in his bed wasn’t on today’s bucket list, nor was it to have such a great fuck with him. Taehyun crawls into his bed beside the older, taking place as big spoon.

“Sorry if I was too harsh,” he whispers. “Don’t apologize, I loved it,” Beomgyu smiles softly. “I’d be down for another round tonight.”

Taehyun laughs warmly, with a hint of warning in his tone. “Take it slow, hyungie, otherwise you can’t walk properly tomorrow.”

Beomgyu shrugs his shoulders. “I’m a good actor, I can deal with it…” He moves around, rolling on top of Taehyun, looking into a confused face. “I haven’t ridden you yet, so…”

“You want to take control? You wish, hyung, not with me,” the younger replies, already hard again.

The moment Beomgyu bends down for a kiss, they hear a door clicking, a scream following right after.

“MY RAMYEON! WHO DID THAT? TAEHYUN-AH, BEOMGYU-YAH!”

The two look at each other, shocked for a moment but then burst out laughing.