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Wooyoung

The first thing Wooyoung did after graduation was throw a party. The second thing was announce to everyone attending that he was going to kidnap Kang Yeosang, Crown Prince of Aurora, the only son of the Kang family, the Good to his Evil.

Neither of those choices proved to be very great ones, but Wooyoung was more of an “act first, think later” kind of guy.

“How exactly are you going to kidnap him?” asked Wooyoung’s friend Seonghwa, taking a sip from his cup. “And what do you plan to do after you have him?”

“Not sure yet. Torture, maybe?” Wooyoung replied. Truth be told, the only thing he really wanted to do was shirk his responsibilities as the only son of the most powerful Evil family in existence, but that was a lot easier said than done. He really needed to start thinking before he acted. 

“Okay… well, let us know if you need anything, alright?” Seonghwa said before depositing his empty solo cup in the trash can and going to find his girlfriend, Yeeun. Wooyoung nodded, saluting playfully as the older man left, before sitting down and sighing. He knew Seonghwa wouldn’t be spreading the word about his plans, but he couldn’t say the same for anyone else. He was locked in, and it terrified him. After all, he had no plan, and it can be very difficult emotionally to kidnap the one person you’re in love with. Especially when you’re not supposed to fall in love with them.

Yeosang 

The great thing about having powerful royal parents is that they can spy on whoever they want. So, Yeosang learned very quickly that he was to be kidnapped. No other details, just a quick “Wooyoung’s going to kidnap you” when his mother’s lady-in-waiting, Wheein, returned from the party. 

Thanks a lot, he thought, panic beginning to set in. He had just returned home from graduation, and already Wooyoung was scheming. Weren’t they supposed to wait a bit before starting their story? The Writers hadn’t even told them any details yet. Yeosang needed more time to prepare.

But this was reality, he guessed. Evil waits for no one, his professors had drilled that into his brain, so he needed to get a move on with protecting himself. After all: Wooyoung was a villain. He wasn’t supposed to be considerate of Yeosang’s mental preparedness. 

Yeosang decided to spend the next few days fortifying the palace to the best of his ability. He may only be Crown Prince right now, but his story would begin soon. He needed to get a move on. 

Wooyoung

After the party, when everyone was flopped on the floor and drunk out of their minds, Wooyoung stared up at the ceiling. Seonghwa’s words echoed in his mind. Let us know if you need anything, alright? That was what Good people said to each other. Evil people just did things, thought about the consequences later, just like Wooyoung. They certainly didn’t talk about their secret feelings for their assigned heroes, like Seonghwa was unknowingly suggesting Wooyoung do. The red-haired man couldn’t even anticipate how his friends would react if he told them. 

So he figured he’d push it out of his mind. He wouldn’t tell them. He’d go through with the kidnapping, then figure out what to do after that. The only problem, he didn’t know how to get Yeosang. 

Wooyoung sat up. There was one way. An hourglass that Yeosang had given to them their freshman year at Gunhyeong Academy, where all major Good and Evil people went to prepare. The purpose of the hourglass was to summon one another on campus if someone got lost; they’d been roommates that first year. But Wooyoung had never used it before. It would be risky… really risky. He didn’t even know how the hourglass was supposed to work. Yeosang hadn’t thought to tell him what would happen when it was turned. But he could try it. 

He shivered—from the cold or his sudden nerves, he couldn’t tell. He stood up and crept to the stairs, picking his way around his friends and trying not to curse when Taehyun rolled over onto his foot. 

Somehow, he made it to the stairs and went up to his room. He picked up the hourglass from where he’d hidden it behind his books, about to turn it, and then realized: he had no plan. What would he do once Yeosang arrived? He’d have to wait a few days before turning it, would have to actually think before acting. 

But he had the beginning of a plan. And that’s what mattered. 

Yeosang

Something had shifted the night he found out he was to be kidnapped. It seemed that everyone else in the palace already knew of the news before he’d even woken up. 

“Yeo-yeo, dear. Can we talk to you for a minute?” his mother had asked before striding into the Great Hall and expecting him to follow. What ensued was an hour-long lecture about being calm in the face of a threat, and that Wooyoung wasn’t anything to be afraid of. But it didn’t really help. Yeosang knew Wooyoung better than they did, though admittedly not that well, but he knew that one should never underestimate him. 

He calculates every move, he thought as his father scoffed about how Evil is chaotic and unplanned. Wooyoung has plans for everything. I need to be prepared for anything, he thought. 

Wheein insisted that he wear his hourglass on a chain attached to his belt. She had a matching one and would know if he disappeared, so she insisted that he wear his. While she wouldn’t be able to bring him back herself, she could alert his parents, or anyone else, and send out a rescue party. The thought both comforted and worried Yeosang. Alarm bells were beginning to go off in his head at every little thing. This must be what it’s like to live in a story, he thought, instructing the guards by his room to fortify the windows. 

A few days passed with no signs of action from Wooyoung. But Yeosang was beginning to feel prepared. The palace was at maximum defense, and he had several plans of escape depending on the method that Wooyoung used to kidnap him.

The only problem was that the one method he didn’t anticipate was the one Wooyoung used.

Wooyoung

“Everything’s set up,” said Beomgyu, waving an arm at the room Wooyoung had said to prepare. It looked nice. Too nice to be a prison cell. But Wooyoung didn’t want to make Yeosang uncomfortable. 

“Thanks, Beomgyu. I’d like extra men on this floor to make sure Yeosang doesn’t leave until I’m through with him, but they can stay at the ends of the hall while I’m in the room with him. Your help has been appreciated,” Wooyoung said. Beomgyu nodded, then left the room, leaving Wooyoung alone with his thoughts.

I wonder if he’d let me tie him to the bed, Wooyoung thought. He’d look so good like that…

He tried to push the idea out of his mind, but it was too irresistible. Part of his plan was to confess to Yeosang and see what came of that. Wooyoung wasn’t planning to torture him or anything, just keep him in this room. Their story hadn’t started yet; he couldn’t go too far. 

That night, Wooyoung picked up the hourglass and walked into the Yeosang Room, as Seonghwa had been calling it. It was right next to his bedroom, so it wasn’t a long walk, but every step felt agonizingly slow. He was nervous. Excited, so excited, but nervous.

When he entered the room, he took a breath and then locked the door. Looking at the hourglass, he turned the two containers of sand over, and the sand began to fall. But nothing else happened. 

As he was about to exit the room, defeated and thinking it hadn’t worked, something crashed onto the bed. Wooyoung turned around and saw a very flustered, terrified man on the bed, staring up at him. He smirked.

“Welcome, Yeosang.” 

Yeosang

The last thing he expected the hourglasses to do was just teleport him to Wooyoung’s location. One second he was pacing his room, wondering how he would be kidnapped, next he was falling onto a surprisingly soft surface and staring at his enemy. 

When Wooyoung left the room, it took a while for Yeosang to look around and gain his bearings. The room was surprisingly lavish, nothing like he’d expected. The bed was large and soft, with extra pillows. There were bookshelves, a dresser that seemed full, and a desk that doubled as a vanity. All of the furniture was painted black, but the walls were a deep red. A plate of cookies was on the desk, with a note saying, “Take as many as you want. You’ll be here a while. Breakfast will arrive at 9 AM.” 

Ignoring his better instincts, Yeosang took a cookie. It tasted amazing, nearly as good as Wheein’s baking. So he took a few more.

It didn’t take long for him to realize how much of a mistake that was. He began to feel drowsy, an odd feeling for 7 PM at night, and looked inside one of the cookies. It was blue. The color of a sleeping potion.

I should’ve known, he thought as he collapsed onto the bed. Sleep overcame him, and he was out in seconds. 

When Yeosang awoke, he was still in the same position as when he’d collapsed. He stared up at the black canopy over the bed and sighed. It really had happened.

Was this how his story was supposed to begin?

Wooyoung

Evidently, he'd have to do something with Yeosang. Otherwise, what was the point of kidnapping him?

Wooyoung walked to Yeosang's room with a tray of blueberry muffins. He could not remember for the life of him what Yeosang liked for breakfast, so he just picked up the most generic thing in the kitchen and hoped for the best. 

"Knock knock," he said, knocking softly at the door. He opened it, walked in, and set down the muffins on the desk. Yeosang didn't move from where he was on the bed, still staring at the ceiling.

"Hi," said Wooyoung. He was starting to feel awkward.

"Hello."

"I brought you some muffins."

"...Oh. Thanks."

"Yep…"

"Wooyoung. Why am I here?" Yeosang asked, sitting up. Wooyoung shrugged.

"Dunno. We'll see. I plan to keep you here for a few days yet, though," he said, picking up a muffin. He turned and left the room, leaving Yeosang sitting on the bed.

He didn't even try to escape, Wooyoung thought. The door was literally wide open. What is he doing?

He didn't dwell on that much longer, afraid he'd give himself false hope. He'd send Dami to bring food up next time. Maybe it would be less awkward then, at least for Yeosang. Wooyoung still wasn't really sure of what he was doing, and the butterflies that appeared whenever he saw Yeosang weren't helping. He needed to concentrate. 

Over the next few days, the routine was the same. Wooyoung delivered breakfast, exchanged greetings with Yeosang, and schemed for the rest of the day while instructing his friends to feel the older man. By the third day, he was still stumped. So, he decided to visit Yeosang once again… and maybe offer him something new. 

Yeosang

Turns out, staying in the same room for days on end will anger you considerably. Not only that, it was boring. There wasn't really anything here for Yeosang to do except think, and he didn't want to do that. Because his thoughts were… concerning to him.

See, Yeosang had been hiding something ever since he began attending Gunhyeong. Ever since the moment he met Wooyoung. He had been attracted to the villain from the very start, but refused to accept or even acknowledge it for years. He never told anyone, fearing what others (especially his parents) would think. He’d grown up listening to his parents repeat that the only union valid in Good’s eyes was one between a man and a woman, so he’d automatically rejected any romantic (and especially sexual) thoughts of Wooyoung for a long while.

But now that he was in the Jung palace, now that he was locked in a room next to Wooyoung's… now, all he could think about was that attraction. And that was terrifying. 

Yeosang looked up from the book he was reading, setting it down next to his place on the bed when Wooyoung entered again. He looks so smug. What does he have planned today…? Yeosang thought. 

Most of what Wooyoung did was just send him meals, ask how he slept, and maybe bring in a book or two if Yeosang wasn't satisfied with the existing selection. It was confusing. 

"You might be wondering why I have you here," Wooyoung said, sitting at the desk chair. Yeosang didn't reply.

"Quiet today, are we?"

"I don't have anything to say to you," Yeosang replied, staring at Wooyoung. The younger grinned. 

"Sure. Well, I feel like telling you why you're here anyways. Do you want to know?"

"Are you just going to tell me anyways?"

"Yeah," Wooyoung said. "I brought you here because I wanted to get to know you. And because I wanted to see if that hourglass actually worked."

"Seriously???" Yeosang asked, incredulous. Of all the theories he'd come up with, the visions he'd had of Wooyoung poisoning his food or stabbing him in his sleep, everything, he'd never imagined that this would be the reason. 

"Yep! So, what do you think?"

What did he think? He didn't have many thoughts. Just one.

“I… I think that I hate this. Yeah. I hate this. I hate you. Fuck you, Wooyoung,” Yeosang said, venom entering his voice. Wooyoung smirked. 

“Oh you hate me sooo much, don’t you. And look at you, you're swearing now! Am I that much of a bad influence? Damn. So, you hate me so much that you want to fuck me?”

“I don’t want to fuck y-”

“Ah ah ah, but you just said it! ‘Fuck you, Wooyoung,’ if I recall correctly?” Wooyoung said, getting up and walking over to Yeosang. Yeosang backed against the wall, gripping one of the sheets. 

“That’s just an expression, it doesn’t mean I actually want to fuck you. Why would I want to fuck someone who kidnapped me? And just to get to know me, too. Couldn't you have sent me a letter like a normal person? Why do you do things like this?" Yeosang asked as Wooyoung leaned over him. 

“Uh, because I’m sexy? It’s okay, Yeosang, you can admit you think I’m hot," Wooyoung said, standing up straight again and blowing a kiss at Yeosang. 

“I’m never going to admit that you’re-”

“I’ll let you out if you do.”

Yeosang paused, then tentatively asked, “You’ll let me out?”

“Sure. That’s what you want, right? Unless, of course, you want to stay," Wooyoung said, now looking at his polished black nails. He flicked an invisible speck of dust from them, then looked back up at Yeosang. 

Yeosang eyed Wooyoung suspiciously, unsure of whether or not to believe him. Still tentatively, he asked, “And if I don’t say it, you won’t let me out?”

“Nope! Plus, since my room’s right next door and the walls are thin, tonight you’ll get to listen to me jerk o-”

“OKAY, OKAY, I’LL SAY IT," Yeosang said, eyes wide. The second night he'd spent in the room, he'd been forced to listen to Wooyoung's moans through the wall and then pretend everything was normal the next day when breakfast was brought over. The experience was too awkward for Yeosang to want to relive. Although he didn't want to think about it, he would much rather have been the one making Wooyoung moan like that. 

Wooyoung laughed, head falling back. “Damn, so eager. Alright, let’s hear it.”

“I think… I think you’re…” Yeosang stuttered, suddenly flustered. Maybe listening to Wooyoung all night wouldn’t be so bad. That would be way better than having to admit-

“You think I’m…?” Wooyoung trailed off, raising an eyebrow expectantly. Fuck this, Yeosang thought. He knows Wooyoung would just find more ways to be cocky, knowing that Yeosang stayed willingly just to listen to him jerk off. He already can’t stand the eyebrow-raising, four years of it was more than enough. What more would he be expected to endure?

Yeosang sucked in a breath before saying, “Ithinkyou’rehotandtobehonestIwanttofuckyoubutIhateyousoIneverwill. Will you let me out now?”

Wooyoung blinked a few times before laughing again. 

“Dude, I couldn’t even comprehend that. Repeat it for me, please?”

Yeosang rolled his eyes. “Fine. I think you’re sooooo fucking hot, and I want to fuck you sooooo badly it’s killing me. Happy?”

“Sure. Let me go get the keys to the front door. You know you haven’t been locked in here, right?” Wooyoung asked, laughing when Yeosang’s jaw dropped. I could’ve just left, Yeosang thought. Why was I just staying here, then?

He let out a long sigh when Wooyoung left the room. Even though he meant to sound sarcastic, Yeosang really did mean what he said. He’d always wanted to fuck Wooyoung. It wasn’t his fault that they’d been forced into these lives, ones where they were destined to hate each other. And it sure as hell wasn’t his fault that Wooyoung looked so damn good in those leather pants… 

Wooyoung

So much for getting to know him, he thought, retrieving the keys and walking back to Yeosang’s room. He opened the door again and gasped. It had only been about a minute, but Yeosang was missing. 

“Yeosang?” Wooyoung asked. Nothing. He left the room and paced down the hall, calling out for Yeosang again. Still nothing.

Then, a crash sounded from downstairs. He sprinted down the staircase, sliding into the kitchen, where the crash had come from. He found Yeosang and Beomgyu staring at each other, the Good prince with his hands up like he’d done something wrong. An empty but very broken flower pot lay at Beomgyu’s feet. 

Yeosang turned to Wooyoung, and blurted out, “I swear I didn’t break it!”

“Hate to come to his defense, but he didn’t; I did,” Beomgyu said nonchalantly. 

“I don’t care who broke it. What are you doing in here? I was going to walk you out,” Wooyoung asked. 

“I wasn’t sure you would… I figured I’d escape, but I couldn’t figure out how to get out without raising any alarms. And then I came in here, and he dropped the flower pot,” Yeosang said sheepishly. 

“Well, of course I did. I was surprised. Why is he out?” Beomgyu asked. 

“I’m letting him out.”

“WHAT?” asked Seonghwa as he entered the room. He stared straight at Wooyoung, then over at Yeosang, whose eyes somehow widened even more.

“I’m not repeating myself.”

“Why the hell are you just letting him leave?” Seonghwa asked, incredulous. 

“There’s not much else I can really do right now. Our story hasn’t officially started yet, so I’m just playing around right now. So I’m letting him go home,” Wooyoung said, shrugging. “Plus, I have some blackmail material on him. Might as well let him leave now before I find out more so I don’t have too much of an advantage later.”

Wooyoung took Yeosang’s arm and dragged him out of the room, running back upstairs to escape the other two men. He tugged Yeosang into his room, then slammed the door shut with both hands.

“So. I don’t think Seonghwa will just let us leave. You may have to stay here a few more days,” Wooyoung said, still facing the door. 

Yeosang sighed, then mumbled, “Sure.” 

Wooyoung turned to face him. “While we’re here… why don’t you tell me a little bit about yourself?”

An outside perspective

The two of them spent the next several hours talking. They mostly talked in circles, never about anything important. Just the shallow bits one tells an unfamiliar classmate—which teachers you liked or disliked, your favorite color, who you spent time with. A lot of the time was filled with awkward silences, where the two men both tried not to think about how attractive the other was, but they had some moments of laughter between. 

Wooyoung called dinner up to them, and they eventually began reading books to each other while eating the chocolate strawberries that came as dessert. Neither of them thought they could leave, since Seonghwa and Beomgyu were still outside and probably guarding the front door, so they figured they’d continue passing the time.

One thing led to another, and they ended up sitting very close to each other on the bed. Close enough that they could feel each other breathe, could almost hear each others’ racing heartbeats. Close enough that they both ended up thinking about the what-ifs. 

Close enough that Yeosang didn’t bother trying to stop him when Wooyoung leaned in and kissed him.

Yeosang, a few minutes later

Yeosang gasped as Wooyoung’s fingertips trailed up his thigh, lips so close to his neck. A whimper rose in his throat, but he quickly swallowed it down, not wanting Wooyoung to have the satisfaction of knowing how affected he was. The younger man let out a shaky sigh, leaning in closer before pressing a kiss against Yeosang’s neck. 

“I know I’m not supposed to do this,” Wooyoung mumbled, voice raspy but muffled against the older’s skin. “But God I want you so bad. Always have. Probably always will. And I think this is the last time I’ll ever have a chance to see you like this.”

Yeosang closed his eyes, tipping his head back to allow Wooyoung more room. He hated to admit it, hated to even think about it, but he’d wanted Wooyoung too. Just as long and certainly with the same passion. 

“The best part of being evil is that I don’t have to care about what others think or want. I can take as I please, if I have the means to. I can afford to be selfish all the time. It’s a freedom that you don’t have, right? It’s the one thing I can hold against you. The one thing I can use to win. That’s all we’re supposed to think about, right? How to defeat each other?” Wooyoung continued, pressing another kiss against Yeosang’s neck. Hands settling against the older’s thighs, he nipped at Yeosang’s skin, drawing another gasp. 

“I don’t want to think about winning tonight. If nothing, this would be a loss for me. Having you just this once and then never being able to do it again. Getting a taste of what I’ve been yearning for all this time—” Wooyoung paused, a hitch in his breath before kissing Yeosang’s neck again. “Just finally getting you here, in my bed, in my arms. It’s all I’ve wanted for years. But I’ll only get you this one time. And then that’s it for me. I’ll have won the battle but lost the war, because I won’t be able to take it. Knowing that you’re just out of reach? I’ll lose everything. Because this is the only thing I want. This is the real reason why I brought you here. I wanted to have a chance with you… I didn’t know if it would work. But I wanted to try.”

Yeosang drew his hands up to tangle in Wooyoung’s hair. It was too much, his mind was reeling. The younger had a point: they’d never be able to do this again. They were supposed to hate each other, after all. Destined to battle until one of them won, died, even. That’s how these things worked. That’s what they were trained to do, what was written in the stars before they were even an idea. 

Desire battled with guilt in the pit of Yeosang’s stomach. He knew it was wrong to want Wooyoung like this. Wooyoung was supposed to be his villain. Heroes weren’t supposed to want their villains like this. Even in stories with love potions, those desires were superficial. It was selfish of him to want Wooyoung. It went against everything he was supposed to stand for. And yet, he didn’t want to stop. Didn’t want to let go. 

“What if we switched roles tonight? I know you want me, too. You’re not fooling me, Yeosang, I know how much I’m affecting you. And I know you’re supposed to be selfless. You can’t have a single want unless it serves someone else, right? But what if tonight, just this once, I’m the selfless one, and you can have your own desires. Maybe it’ll hurt less. You can tell everyone I manipulated you, convince yourself even, and I can try to shake it off and pretend that I let you turn me for a bit. We can pretend to everyone else that neither of us really wanted this. That we just got too far into each other’s minds and convinced ourselves that this was how we could win. Maybe if we pretend that we aren’t truly thinking, then maybe we can go on.”

Wooyoung pulled away at that moment. Yeosang looked at him, nearly sobbing at the sight of the tears pricking at the corners of the villain’s eyes. It hurt him, too, knowing the possibilities of what was happening, and knowing how much it would hurt Wooyoung later. Yeosang could go on. He could convince the Writers to help him find someone else and be happy that way. It was always supposed to work out for good in the end, wasn’t it? Wooyoung wouldn’t get that chance. This would be his one moment of happiness, the peak of his personal story. The one thing he truly wanted outside of what was written. And he was willing to give it up so that Yeosang could go on. Willing to allow it to happen, willing to lose his motivation, just for Yeosang. 

What was it that Yeosang’s professor always said? Villains have no feelings, no empathy toward anyone, no morals. They only want to serve themselves. 

But what if that was wrong? Yes, Wooyoung was still acting selfishly. He’d be serving his desires either way, pretending or not. But he’d be acting selflessly as well. He’d be serving Yeosang’s desires, too. Maybe the world wasn’t as black and white as Gunhyeong had made it out to be. Maybe there were gray areas. Heroes and villains are still human, after all. 

Wooyoung sniffled, then sighed. “We shouldn’t be doing thi-”

Yeosang surprised himself by leaning forward and kissing him. Based on the gasp that left Wooyoung’s still slightly parted lips, it must have surprised him too. But neither of them drew away. No, instead, they just pulled each other closer. 

Wooyoung still tasted like chocolate-covered strawberries, the very ones they’d eaten only minutes before this all started. His lips were soft against Yeosang’s, mouth warm as the older’s tongue slipped in. A soft sigh fell from his mouth before his hands reached out, searching for Wooyoung’s, holding them tight as their fingers clasped. He pulled away, looking into Wooyoung’s eyes.

“We can worry about the moral dilemmas later. I just want you right now,” Yeosang rasped, leaning in for another kiss.

“God, you’re going to be the death of me,” Wooyoung whispered right as his mouth met Yeosang’s. 

The two of them let go of each other’s hands in favor of wrapping their arms around each other. Yeosang let himself lean into Wooyoung’s embrace, holding tightly onto his shoulders while the younger’s hands roam across Yeosang’s body. 

If it was too much for him earlier, it was definitely too much for him now. He couldn’t think of anything besides Wooyoung: his hands on Yeosang’s chest, their mouths pressed together, the moans that had begun to tumble from Wooyoung’s mouth. But he wouldn’t lie and say he didn’t enjoy it. That he was willing to let himself be selfish this once. 

He clambered into Wooyoung’s lap, seating himself right on top of the red-haired man’s crotch. Wooyoung groaned into Yeosang’s mouth, pulling him closer and pressing his hips up. Yeosang began grinding on him, hands beginning to travel to Wooyoung’s waist to keep himself steady.

They kept going like that for a few minutes until Wooyoung stopped Yeosang to pick him up and lower him onto the bed. They continued kissing, slowly becoming more passionate as Wooyoung started grinding on Yeosang this time. 

Suddenly, Wooyoung pulled back. Yeosang whined, reaching for his arms, but Wooyoung kept them out of reach. 

“Have you ever tried anal before?” Wooyoung asked. Burning a bright red at the former’s boldness, as if they hadn’t been shamelessly grinding all over each other just moments before, he shook his head no. 

“Noted. Have you ever… Shit, I probably should’ve asked before. Are you a virgin?” Wooyoung asked again, pausing his descent back over Yeosang.

“N-no. I… There’s been one person,” Yeosang stuttered. It made sense that Wooyoung didn’t know about JiU, his former girlfriend. They’d never spent a whole lot of time together before she and Yeosang broke up. Still, Yeosang was even redder than before, just remembering what had happened that one time. He probably should’ve figured out that he wasn’t straight that night, but alas, he was still in denial at the time.

“Only one? Goddamn. I bet they were Good, too. Alright, well, time to rescue you from whatever purity-obsessed shit your parents subscribe to, I guess. Do you want me to ride you or do you want to have another first tonight?” Wooyoung asked, reaching out to caress Yeosang’s thigh again. He shivered at the contact, unsure of how to decide. On the one hand, the thought of Wooyoung fucking him into the bed was really tempting. On the other, he wasn’t sure if he was really ready for it. After all, his only sexual experience was that one disaster, and it hadn’t been with a man. Yeosang had never really considered the possibilities that he was currently facing since he’d never had a reason to.

“I’m not sure,” he said, looking away sheepishly.

“Why don’t we go slow then? I can suck you off until you decide if you want,” Wooyoung replied, leaning in to press a kiss to the top of Yeosang’s thigh. This time, the shiver that went through his body was one of happiness. He liked the thought of going slow.

“O-okay. Yeah. Yeah, that sounds good.”

“Ooh, so eager. Mkay. Just lay back—you’re already doing a great job of that—relax, and let me suck the soul out of you,” Wooyoung said with a grin before crawling to the edge of the bed and dropping to his knees. Yeosang snorted out a laugh, his nerves calmed for a second, until his heart rate jumped again at the feeling of Wooyoung’s tongue darting out to trace along the length of his shaft.

Yeosang’s head tipped back, a whimper escaping his throat. He tangled a hand in the sheets below him in preparation for what was to come, because that one touch was already the best thing he’d ever felt (besides the outline of Wooyoung’s cock underneath him when they made out earlier). 

Wooyoung looked up at Yeosang, smirking when he saw the older man’s state. He reached up to hold Yeosang’s other hand before closing his other in a fist with the thumb tucked in. 

Yeah, his past lovers may have liked the sound of him gagging, but that didn’t mean Wooyoung had any interest in doing it again. Not that Yeosang had to know that. 

Yeosang, surprised, nearly swatted away Wooyoung’s hand before realizing what he was trying to do. The moment of tenderness was shocking, still. He still was having trouble wrapping his head around the fact that yeah, Wooyoung wasn’t an entirely terrible person. But he was touched (and not just literally). Warmth spread over his face as his fingers entwined with Wooyoung’s, blushing even harder when the younger man winked up at him. 

“You ready?” Wooyoung asked.

“Y-yeah.”

Wooyoung didn’t say a word in response, or in warning, before sinking directly onto Yeosang’s cock. A long, loud moan tore itself from Yeosang’s throat, prompting Wooyoung to try and take him deeper. Yeosang let go of the sheets in order to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair, but gripped Wooyoung’s hand more tightly at the same time. Wooyoung hummed, sending shivers through Yeosang’s spine at the jolt of pleasure that results.

“Fuck, Wooyoung-”

Wooyoung lifted off of Yeosang with a soft pop, then used his free hand to wrap around his cock. He spat directly onto the tip, watching carefully as it dripped down the length of Yeosang’s shaft. Yeosang whimpered at the sight, hips jumping when Wooyoung’s hand began to move up and down. 

“Oh? You like that?” Wooyoung asked, an eyebrow raised. Yeosang nodded frantically, stuttering as he tried to respond.

“Can’t hear you, baby. Speak up for me?”

“F-faster. Please… it feels so g-good,” Yeosang whimpered, hips jumping again when Wooyoung squeezed a little bit. 

“As you wish.”

Wooyoung’s hand sped up as his mouth enveloped Yeosang’s tip again, another moan falling from his mouth. He sucked softly, a little bit harsher when they made eye contact, before lowering his hand towards the base and taking more of Yeosang’s cock into his mouth. He moaned, a bit of drool dripping down Yeosang as he did so, and took him even further in, hollowing his cheeks to coax another groan from Yeosang. 

“Wooyoung, fuck, feels so good. You’re making me feel so good,” Yeosang moaned, trying not to let his hips jump up too much. Another moan released from Wooyoung, the vibrations sending pleasure shooting through Yeosang. He let go of the sheets to reach for Wooyoung’s hair, whimpering when the younger man moans again. 

“You going to cum for me?” asked Wooyoung, pulling off of Yeosang with another soft pop. Yeosang started frantically nodding again, and Wooyoung let go of him. A whine fell from Yeosang, who tried to reach for Wooyoung’s now free hand. 

“Not yet, pretty boy. I haven’t even started fucking you yet. Don’t you want to wait for that?”

Yeosang’s eyes widened and his breath hitched. Really, the thought of Wooyoung doing anything was getting him excited, but especially this new one. 

“Y-yes. I… I want to wait for that,” Yeosang said, trying not to whimper. Wooyoung smirked, pressing a sweet kiss against Yeosang’s thigh before climbing back onto the bed. 

“So. Did you decide?”

Yeosang blanked. Decide what…? he wondered, wracking his mind for whatever it was he was supposed to decide on.

“Do you want me to ride you or do you want to try another first…?” Wooyoung began, raising an eyebrow. Yeosang blushed, unsure of what to say.

“Oh, baby, you didn’t decide? Was my mouth just that good?” Wooyoung teased, rubbing Yeosang’s left arm. “That’s okay. Why don’t we save the next few firsts for next time?”

Next time…? Wasn’t this only supposed to be a one time thing? Yeosang, confused, looked up at Wooyoung. “I thought we were only… that this was just supposed to be this once…”

Wooyoung winced, looking a bit guilty at the strain of sadness in Yeosang’s voice. “It is… but I meant in general. The next time you find yourself having sex. I would love for your next person to be me, but you’re right, we did agree it would just be once. And for this one time, I want to pleasure you in a way that you’re comfortable with. I want you to enjoy this, forget that it’s only one time. I don’t want you to regret any of your firsts, so I’m doing preemptive damage control and only allowing one today. Maybe that’s too Good of me, but I care about you too much to be selfish.”

There they were again, both nearly crying from the reality of this situation. Yeosang took a deep breath, then pulled Wooyoung in for another kiss. It’s deeper, more intimate than the others, and they’re both gasping for air by the time they pull apart. 

“You’re right, we should enjoy this. I… I want you to feel good too. Will you be able to? If we skip the other first?” Yeosang whispered, looking up at Wooyoung through his lashes. The younger nearly whimpered at the sight, nodding before pulling him in for another, shorter kiss. 

“Yeah. Yeah, I will, baby. Don’t worry about me, just lay back and let me make you feel good. Can you pass me one of the condoms on the bedside table?” Wooyoung asked, gently pushing Yeosang back down against the pillows. He nodded, reaching for a foil packet and handing it to Wooyoung. Yeosang bit his lip as Wooyoung ripped open the packet with his teeth, letting his gaze wander over the red-haired man’s body while he dealt with the condom. His breath hitched as he took in every little thing, from the way Wooyoung’s skin rippled over his abs to the muscles of his arms. It could very well be the last time they saw each other like this, and Yeosang didn’t want to forget a single detail. 

“Ready?” Wooyoung asked, sliding the condom onto Yeosang after he nods. Yeosang whined, the feeling of Wooyoung’s hand on him again nearly too much after the build-up of anticipation. 

“Let me know if you want to stop, okay?”

“I won’t want t-to,” Yeosang said, pulling Wooyoung in to kiss him. He tilted his head to get a better angle, gasping when Wooyoung cupped his face and kissed him harshly. Soft moans fill the room as they keep kissing, mainly from Yeosang as he let Wooyoung take over. A whimper escaped him when Wooyoung’s tongue slips into his mouth, his hands moving to thread his fingers through the younger’s hair. Wooyoung explores Yeosang’s mouth very thoroughly, pulling him even closer to get a better angle and moaning when he feels Yeosang’s tongue brush against his. 

Reluctantly, the two broke apart to gasp for air, eyes meeting. 

“Okay, let’s do this,” Wooyoung said, then positioned himself above Yeosang. He slowly began to lower himself onto Yeosang’s cock, a soft moan escaping his lips once the older was inside of him. 

“Wait, wait, don’t you need to prep-”

“No, I’m okay. I’m definitely ready for this, Yeosang, don’t worry. Plus, I love feeling stretched like this. Feels so d-damn good,” Wooyoung said, caressing Yeosang’s arm to reassure him. Yeosang nods, whimpering as Wooyoung sunk lower.

Both of them were very vocal messes when Wooyoung finished hilting himself on Yeosang. Eyes closed and head thrown back, Wooyoung started bouncing almost as soon as he met Yeosang’s thighs, moaning loudly. 

“W-wooyoung… oh my God…” Yeosang moaned, reaching out to hold onto Wooyoung’s hips. 

“I know… Fuck you’re so big,” Wooyoung whimpered, hands planted on Yeosang’s chest. A yelp escaped Wooyoung when the angle changed, Yeosang’s cock rubbing against his prostate. Both of them moaned even louder, Yeosang pulling Wooyoung down to kiss him. It was barely a kiss, more just the two of them panting and gasping into each others’ mouths, but the intimacy was still there. 

Yeosang had never felt this good in his entire life. It was almost overwhelming, just having Wooyoung like this. Feeling Wooyoung on his cock, hands on his chest, being able to just touch Wooyoung… it was almost too much. It felt perfect. 

He didn’t even realize how close he was when he came, hips jumping as his cock twitched inside of Wooyoung. Nearly screaming, a loud moan tore from his throat and his back arched while his eyes closed. 

Wooyoung whined as he watched, bouncing harder while trying to reach his high. As soon as Yeosang’s climax ended, he reached out and wrapped a hand around the younger’s cock, stroking it in time with his bounces. Wooyoung moaned, loudly, and came on Yeosang’s chest, whining from overstimulation as Yeosang kept touching him. 

As the two of them came down, Wooyoung’s arms went weak and he collapsed onto Yeosang. The older man put his arms around Wooyoung, holding him close and trying to ignore the sticky cum between them. 

It was peaceful.

Wooyoung

He felt warm. Happy and content. He hadn’t felt that way in a while. Opening his eyes, he realized he’d fallen onto Yeosang, who was running his fingers through Wooyoung’s hair. 

“Yeosang,” he whispered. The older man hummed in response.

“We should get you cleaned up.”

“Maybe,” Yeosang whispered. “But I want to just lay here with you. I like it here. I want to cuddle.”

The loving tone of his voice melted Wooyoung’s heart. It made him almost forget what their roles were, what they were supposed to become. Maybe he could ignore it a little bit longer.

“We can cuddle later. Let’s go shower first. The bathroom isn’t that far away,” he said, sitting up. Yeosang’s cock was still nestled inside of him, so he slowly rose on his knees to get up before helping Yeosang off the bed. 

Both of them stumbled towards the door, sheets wrapped around them to cover themselves without worrying about the hassle that was their clothing, discarding the condom in the trashcan on the way out. Wooyoung guided Yeosang to the bathroom, turning the water on before helping Yeosang out of the sheet. 

He’s so pretty, he thought. I want to keep him here. He didn’t dwell on those thoughts any longer, stepping under the water and pulling Yeosang in with him. 

The two of them showered in silence, save for Wooyoung’s soft, simple directions of “turn” and “eyes closed” while he washed Yeosang’s hair. He liked this. Liked the way Yeosang hummed happily, liked how close the older man was to him, liked when Yeosang leaned closer as Wooyoung pressed a gentle kiss against his cheek. 

He wished they could stay like this. 

“Youngie,” Yeosang mumbled, his face now buried against Wooyoung’s neck. “I wanna help you.”

“Help me?” Wooyoung asked.

“Yea. My head feels soft. Wanna make your head feel soft, too,” Yeosang mumbled again.

“Soft…?” Wooyoung asked, wondering if maybe Yeosang had slipped into sub space. He’d never been able to make someone do that before, and had no idea what to do. He began to panic a little bit, but his nerves immediately calmed when Yeosang reached for the shampoo bottle.

“Yeah… my hair’s wet, so I can’t tell too well, but it’s soft. I like. It feels good,” the older man mumbled again, opening the bottle. Wooyoung chuckled, then let Yeosang stand on his own. 

“Turn.”

Wooyoung turned.

“Eyes closed.”

His eyes closed. 

“Okay. Don’t fall over.”

“I’m not going to fall over, Yeosang.”

He really liked the feeling of Yeosang washing his hair. He nearly fell asleep, his worries melting away as he concentrated on Yeosang’s hands. 

They’d both really miss it when Yeosang had to go.

So that night, neither of them talked about it. They just held each other close, Yeosang cuddling against Wooyoung’s chest in a way that should have hurt but only made the younger smile. 

The rivalry would be a tomorrow problem. For now, they were just two people who loved each other. Even if that love shouldn’t have existed, it bound them to each other, and neither of them wanted to change that. 

“I think Sunhi can do your makeup, she just finished her break,” you say, turning back to Namjoon. You hear Jin walking to the other side of the room, and continue with your work. 

About an hour later, you’re frantically running around, trying to find Jungkook. He’s disappeared again, probably messing around in the shooting room. This is why you are sprinting, makeup brushes in hand, towards the room with the cameras. Yes, the room where there’s likely at least one member in only boxers. You’ve forgotten this in your frenzy.

You throw open the door and scream, “JEON JUNGKOOK WHERE ARE YOU?”

The room falls silent except for the sound of a single camera shutter. All eyes turn towards you and you burn a bright red.

“There’s no Jungkook here, I think,” says Jin, chuckling. And all you can do is blush harder while trying not to notice that he’s almost completely naked. You mumble a short apology and exit, the doors closing behind you. Your search for Jungkook is not complete, but it can be paused for catching your breath. And for trying to erase the image of Jin from your mind. 

But it’s been burned there. His smooth, caramel-colored skin. The broadness of his shoulders. The hard lines of his abs and his chest. Yeah… that’s not leaving any time soon. Regardless, you go back to searching for Jungkook. 

The thing is you like Jin. And you’re definitely out of his league - why would he date a member of the stylist team when he could date another idol? But he’s always been the member you’ve felt closest to, if you could call it that. Your relationship with the group is strictly professional, but that doesn’t stop everyone from joking around and having fun behind the scenes. And they’re all great people, but you can’t help but feel some sort of attraction towards Jin. It’s not just that he’s funny and kind, but he’s so caring towards everybody. Not to mention how handsome he is… 

So seeing him in nothing but Calvin Klein boxers is going to stick in your head for possibly the rest of your life. Especially since it’s an advertising campaign and the pictures will be EVERYWHERE until the next set of Calvin Klein or BTS advertisements, whichever comes first. The whole preparation thing will take a while, so the photo shoot will last four days. Four days of seeing the members, now most notably Jin, walking around shirtless for most of the day. Four days of daily panic because oh my god. Even when the campaign is over, when the ads come down, you’re still going to see the pictures everywhere. Those things don’t disappear into the void after a few weeks, they stay around forever. 

It’s been ten minutes and you can’t find Jungkook. You head back to your workstation and there he is, giggling while hiding behind Namjoon.

“Ya, Jungkook-ssi, where were you? I need to do your ma-”

“I already did it while you were looking for him, it’s all good. When the entire group has finished their solo shots, they’re going to be doing a group thing, so I need you to help me fix some of the others’ makeup. Honestly, why is it so easy to melt makeup with studio lights…” the head stylist, Hyejin, sighs, walking over to you. 

“Okay, which members? I might as well get a head start now,” you say, beginning to arrange your brushes.

“Just one member, I’ve assigned Sunhi and Jiyoo to Jimin and Hoseok. You’ll be doing Seokjin’s makeup,” she explains, and you freeze for a second. Jin. Jin’s makeup. Oh no. 

“Cool, I’ll go find him,” you say, trying to hide your internal panic, and Hyejin nods, walking away. Fortunately, Jungkook and Namjoon are gone and can’t see you panicking as you gather your supplies. You’re pretty sure everyone on the stylist team knows about your crush on Jin, partly because you made the mistake of telling Jiyoo who can’t keep her mouth shut, and partly because you’re not the most subtle person. Hyejin is the type of person to know more than she lets on and usually makes assignments happen based on what she sees around her. A few years ago, when Sunhi had a crush on Taehyung, Hyejin kept assigning her to work with him until one day Sunhi walked into the breakroom and announced that she now liked a barista at the Starbucks near her house. She suddenly had fewer assignments with Taehyung. 

...So of course Hyejin would have you do Jin’s makeup when he’s half-naked. 

Fortunately for you and your imagination, by the time you find Jin, he has put on a shirt and jeans. Unfortunately for you, and your imagination, those clothes were probably going to have to come off for you to finish your work. 

You both stare awkwardly at each other. You didn’t know about Jin, but you were thinking about the encounter from earlier. How he’d been just sitting in a chair, legs spread slightly, leaning slightly forward, wearing practically nothing… You don’t let your mind drift farther than that, a blush begins to creep up your neck and you look away.

“I’m uh. I’m here to freshen up your makeup,” you stutter, not meeting his gaze as you unpack your bag. He smiles softly, knowing exactly what you’d been thinking about, and begins to walk towards you. 

“Sounds good, do you want me to sit somewhere or should I just stand?” he asks, and you nod while pointing to a nearby chair. The other stylists weren’t the only ones who knew about your crush, most of the members knew but never said anything about it to you. This was not out of malice, they just figured it would be a lot less awkward if you didn’t know that they knew. 

Now, if they’d known that Jin liked you back, they would not have been quiet for so long. 

There are expectations for idols. You hear in news articles and breakroom gossip about celebrity relationships all the time, and they’re almost always between idol one and actor two. The one time you heard a rumor about an idol dating someone who isn’t famous was that rumor about Jungkook and his tattoo artist. You’ve met her, and you know the rumor wasn’t true, so you don’t count it. You’ve never heard of an idol dating someone on their stylist team. It might have happened, you wouldn’t rule it out, but someone on Jin’s scale was likely to never be in that position. So as much as you want to scream “Kim Seokjin, please fucking date me” from the top of a building while on international television when everyone (even your great-uncle Hubert!) is watching, you wouldn’t. And not just because most people confess their feelings in less extreme ways. 

Retouching the makeup on his face was fine. You’d done it a million times before. Retouching the makeup on the rest of his body was another story.

“I need you to uh. Um. I need you to take off your shirt,” you say, and then turn bright red. Jin smiles again and reaches to pull off the thin white shirt he’d slipped into between your encounters. Slowly, he lifts it over his head, your eyes following his hands from where they’d hovered slightly over his abs, up to his chest, and back up to his face when he drops the shirt on the floor. He knows what he’s doing.

You two stare at each other again, and something flashes across his face that you don’t recognize. You blink, remembering that you have to continue with his makeup, and turn to reach for your brushes. Jin lets out a small sigh, barely audible but you could still hear it, and you turn back to see him look a little bit disappointed. You’re one of the most oblivious people you know, so you’re confused as to what that was supposed to be. Nothing is said as you begin to brush bronzer on his torso, though. 

Being this close to each other is affecting you both. You can’t help but wonder what would have happened if you’d left your brushes in the other room and had to use your hands. You’d be able to touch him, something you’d never really done. Sure, you’d brushed his hair out of his face a few times, but that was far different from putting your hand directly on his chest. Little do you know that Jin is thinking the same thing, and he can barely contain himself. He didn’t know you liked him back and doesn’t want to overstep any boundaries by suggesting you use your hands, even though it’s killing him to be this close to you. 

Maybe it was your shaking hands, or maybe it was the way Jin was breathing, but you accidentally got some of the bronzer on his shoulder. It’s almost covered in it, and you’re not sure how all of it got there. You freeze, and then apologize and try to reach for a paper towel to wipe it off. But you forgot them in your workstation, and that is in a different room. 

“There’s a bathroom nearby, I can wipe it off in there maybe,” Jin suggests, and you nod. 

“I’m going with you though, you might accidentally wipe off some of the stuff that’s supposed to be there and we don’t want that happening,” you say, and he chuckles. 

As soon as you walk in, you grab a few paper towels and run one of them under the faucet. You start wiping at his shoulder, but the bronzer isn't coming off. Three bronzer-covered paper towels later, and it’s still there. 

“We’re going to be here a while… Got any fun stories?” you ask, while furiously scrubbing his shoulder. He winces, and you slow down a bit so you don’t hurt him.

“I have several,” he says and begins to talk. 

“So there’s this guy I know, he’s smart but he can make the dumbest choices. The other day I’m helping him water some plants and there’s this watering can he uses, right? He picks it up and the first thing I notice is all of the tape on the handle. I don’t think much of it at first, but then later the handle falls off. Apparently, it’s done that about a million times, and he decided to tape it instead of buying a new watering can.”

“...The guy is Namjoon, isn’t he?”

“Yeah, how did you know?”

You laugh, “He told me that same story this morning, said you yelled at him to get a new watering can.”

Jin laughed, looking over at you and smiling. You two hold each other’s gazes for a bit, but this time it’s a comfortable silence, and you find yourself leaning in. You two are an inch apart before you snap out of whatever trance you’re in and break away, both of you looking away awkwardly and Jin clearing his throat. You go back to his shoulder and concentrate on that instead of thinking about whatever just happened. 

“I have another story. Well, not really a story, but more of a need for advice,” Jin says hesitantly. You look back up at him and see that he’s looking at the mirror, a nervous glint in his eye. 

He swallows. “There’s another guy I know. Also makes a lot of dumb choices, and is oblivious to basically everything. But there’s this girl he really likes. He’s pretty sure she doesn’t like him, but his friends act like it’s the opposite. The girl in question? Damn, he thinks she’s perfect. She’s cute, she’s funny, she’s kind to him and makes him happy. He likes to think that they’re close, and wants to just ‘fess up and tell her how he feels. He’s nervous, like… really nervous. He doesn’t think she likes him, even though his instincts and observations are telling him otherwise. So he doesn’t tell her. But like I said, he makes a lot of dumb choices. One of those dumb choices is not telling her.”

You stopped paying attention to his shoulder the second he said “oblivious.” 

“And now he’s in a bit of an awkward spot with her, they’re still friends but these things just keep on happening. He really, really wants to tell her now. But he has no idea how she feels. Whether she’s looking at him like that because she genuinely likes him, or because this new situation is opening up another train of thought for her.”

“Jin-”

“Yn. I like you. So much. I get it if you don’t feel the same way. But honestly, being in this position,” he gestures to the limited space between you two, “is driving me crazy. Being this close to you is doing things to me that I don’t want to admit to, because if you don’t feel the same then I don’t want to ruin our friendship. But please tell me if you really like me back, or if this photoshoot is just messing with my head. I’ve noticed you staring at me on multiple occasions today, and I need to know if that’s because you have feelings or because I’ve been almost naked all day.”

You’re silent. And for the first time today, that silence is not from awkwardness, it’s from surprise. Jin likes you? You, the stylist who’s been trying to remove bronzer from his shoulder for ten minutes. The girl who forgets to bring necessary supplies when she’s flustered. The girl who’s gotten photoshoot times mixed up and sent him in two hours early on multiple occasions. Who threw open a door and screamed at the ten people in charge of taking pictures of him. He likes you back?

“Please say something. Anything,” he pleads, and you blink. You want to confess too, but you’re also holding seven wet paper towels and that’s an awkward thing to be doing.

“Jin. This is really… surprising,” you breathe.

“Okay, maybe not anything. Anything but that.”

“I didn’t mean that in a bad way. I’ve never said this because I was nervous about how you’d react, but I like you too. You’re the sweetest, kindest, funniest person I’ve ever met. It also goes without saying that you’re the most handsome person I’ve met too. Why would I think you felt the same about me? I’ve been staring at you all day because of my feelings, I think. I didn’t notice I was staring at you. The fact that you’ve been wearing next to nothing definitely does not help, my mind has been going to dangerous places that I’ve never let it wander to before,” you say, a little more confident now. You look back up at him, and he looks a little bit hopeful. 

“I like you, Jin.”

He smiles. And you find yourself leaning in again, this time on purpose, and he does too. The next thing you know, one hand is cupping your face, and the other is on your waist, pulling you towards him. You place your arms around his torso, your hands coming to rest on his shoulders. 

“Can I kiss you?” he asks, barely whispering as his lips brush your forehead. You nod, not trusting your voice to work. You are well aware that he’s still shirtless, and you have no idea how that will affect your voice. 

And then he’s kissing you. It’s a gentle kiss, his lips soft against yours and moving so sweetly. You both sigh in contentment, and you kiss him back, a little bit firmer. You break apart for a second to catch your breath, and then you pull him even closer and kiss him fiercely. He gasps a little bit, then kisses you back, moaning softly when you slip your tongue into his mouth. He lets you explore his mouth for a bit before beginning to suck on your tongue. He tastes so good and you pull him closer, earning a small whimper before he deepens the kiss. 

He walks you towards the wall, still kissing you, and traps you against it. You two break apart and you pull him closer, pushing your hips against his.

...he’s hard. Really hard.

“I wasn’t lying when I said being close to you was affecting me,” he gasps as you begin to grind on him, gently. 

“Oh, I definitely believe that,” you say, smirking. You slowly run your hands down his chest and he shivers a bit under your touch. His eyes close and he leans in again when your fingertips slide along the lines of his abs, he’s about to kiss you when you pull away.

“Your makeup is… well. It needs to be redone,” you say, a little bit breathless, “and you still have the photoshoot. We should head back out before anyone gets suspicious.” 

He sighs, hanging his head for a second, then looks back up, a glint in his eyes. 

“Or… we could just stay here and pretend the shoot doesn’t exist?”

“Nice try mister. I’ll probably be fired if you’re late and don’t have your makeup fixed. We can come back later…” you say, winking. He grins and leans in again. Before you can try to stop him (and save all that work you did on his lips…), his mouth is on yours and you’ve melted into his touch. His hands run down your back to your waist, sliding back up to your chest. He squeezes slightly and then moans when you kiss him harder, stepping forward and wrapping a leg around his hips. 

Your hands are all over each other, pulling each other close and he’s almost dry humping you at this point. You’ve never let yourself imagine what it would feel like to have him grinding on you, but now it’s happening and your brain is screaming. 

And then the door opens.

“What in the name of Jimin’s jams is going on here????” Sunhi yells, eyes wide as she takes in the scene in front of her. You don’t blame her, it would probably be weird if the situation were reversed and you found her with… anyone, honestly. 

Everyone is silent for a moment. And then you and Jin both start trying to explain. 

“Stop. Stop stop stop stOP! Both of you talking at once is a horrible idea seeing as I have no idea what either of you is saying. One at a time. Yn, you first,” Sunhi says, pointing at you. Your mind goes blank. 

“Uh. I. Uh. We were. Um. We just. Well.”

“Yn was helping me with a problem I had. As you can see,” Jin says, pointing at the tent in his pants, “this thing needs to go.”

Both you and Sunhi just stare at him. 

“What? It’s true! I can’t exactly take a photoshoot while I’m hard as a fucking rock.”

You both continue to stare at him. Sunhi face palms and sighs. 

“You know what? I don’t care. Hyejin asked me to find you so I’m assuming she needs you for something. You should hurry up with whatever this is. I’ll just tell her you’re still… doing makeup…” Sunhi says, already walking away.

“Okay as much as I would love to get rid of this, I get the feeling the moment is ruined,” Jin says as you step away from the wall. You nod and walk out of the bathroom.

“You coming?” 

He looks a little bit disappointed and nods. You chuckle and walk back to the room you’d been in before this all happened. Relieved to find that your tools hadn’t gotten up and walked away, you gather everything together to get back to work on Jin. His face needs a touch-up… or just an entire redo, seeing as you were unable to save all of that work you did. 

You turn around to see him leaning against the doorway, staring at you. He was checking you out, and you blush under his gaze. It was taking a lot to not drag him into the room and kiss him senseless. 

“So… about your makeup?” You begin, and he groans and follows you into the room. You get back to work as soon as he sits down, working twice as fast as you did last time. 

You finish with his face in record time, five minutes. Not that you were keeping score, but you beat Sunhi’s record for the third time this month. 

Hopefully this time you won’t accidentally spill something on Jin’s shoulder again, you’re running out of time. 

Your phone buzzes and you see that you have a text from Hyejin. There are only ten more minutes for you two to get back to the photo room. And you still have a LOT of work to do.

...and not just on his makeup. 

“Okay, no funny business this time. I’m in a time crunch to get you ready so we can’t. Uh. We can’t fuck or anything,” you say sternly, and he laughs.

“How the hell can you say that with a straight face?” 

“If you’re late I could get fired so…” you trail off.

“Good point, good point.”

“Okay now shut up and let me do your makeup.”

“Make me.”

And then the tension’s back. 

You didn’t realize just how strong you were until you pulled Jin out of his chair and dragged him to the bathroom. The door is barely locked before he has you pinned to the wall again, grinding against you and mouthing at your neck. His hands travel to your waist, pulling you closer to him. 

“Jin,” you begin to say, right as he finds your sweet spot and begins to suck on it. “Your makeup…” 

“What about it?” he blinks up at you before returning to your neck. 

“You’re going to ruin it again-” you gasp as his hands slid to your ass. 

“And? You might not need to fix it, this is an underwear ad after all. Maybe they’ll want a sort of fucked-out look, with messy makeup. This would be perfect,” he breathes, lips tracing your collarbone. You want to argue, but his erection is pressing against your thigh and you’re having a hard time ignoring it. 

“Then we’ll give them that,” you say, hands moving from his shoulders to his chest, then tracing the lines of his abs down to the V of his hips. He bites gently into your shoulder, grinding himself against you even harder. 

You push him away from you a bit and he whines. Eyes lidded, hands still on your body, breathing heavily, he looks so good. He tries to lean in again but you stop him. 

“Take these off,” you gesture to his pants, which he nearly tears off in eagerness. You step forward, pushing him towards the counter. You kneel, tugging at his boxers, prompting him to push them down. His cock springs up, almost hitting his stomach.

You gasp, staring at his dick. He’s huge. You had a feeling he was pretty big, both from when you accidentally barged into the photoshoot and from when he was grinding on you earlier. But you hadn’t anticipated just how fucking enormous he was. His cock is long and thick, the head almost purple from the lack of attention and dripping a little bit of precum already. 

“Something wrong?” he asks, noticing your hesitation. He reaches for you, stroking your hair as you look back up at him in awe. 

“No… other than this fucking tree,” you say. He laughs, probably because he’s never heard anyone call his dick a tree before. Though, you don’t know his sexual history. For all you know, everyone he’d ever slept with called it a tree before you got there. 

You hold the base of his cock carefully, almost afraid to touch him. You haven’t given a blowjob in a very long time, especially not to someone as big as Jin. You aren’t sure you’ll be able to fit him in your mouth, but you sure as hell are going to try. 

You squeeze him and he gasps, the hand on your head tangling in your hair. He needs something to hold on to, which does wonders for your confidence. You put your other hand around him, preparing yourself. You kiss his tip, licking it like you would a popsicle that’s too cold. And then you wrap your lips around the head, beginning to suck.

He moans softly, eyes closed and head tilting back, already enjoying himself. You take more of him into your mouth, and he gets louder with every inch. You’re about halfway down, your hands still a little ways to go, when you begin to move off. He looks down at you, wondering what you were doing, and you wink before licking him from the base to the tip. His breathing becomes shallow, especially when he catches sight of your hands. They’re pretty small compared to his dick, and he grips the counter with his free hand, looking back at you. His eyes widen and he looks down again, the size difference doing things to him. One of your hands moves to his waist, pushing him against the counter so you can balance better. It’s like he’s frozen, letting you move him wherever.

You grin and focus back on his dick. Taking him back in your mouth, you have almost all of his cock in your mouth when he hits the back of your throat. He groans, head tilting back again. You swallow around him and he gets even louder. You bob your head, breathing through your nose so you won’t choke. You’ve only tried deepthroating a few times, all of them turning unsuccessful when you forgot to breathe. This time, you were ready. 

The sounds of pleasure he is making go straight to your center, and you feel a wave of arousal go through you. Looking back up at him, he looks completely fucked out. His Adam’s apple bobs whenever he moans, neck and cheeks flushed from the pleasure. He feels your gaze and looks at you, moaning louder when he sees how far in your mouth he was. You pause and swallow again, and his eyes practically roll back into his head as he lets out a deep, guttural groan. He thrusts shallowly into your mouth when you swallow again, and you choke a little bit. 

“FUCK. Yn. Shit that was so hot,” he moans, the hand on your head going back to stroking your hair. You move off of him to catch your breath.

“Maybe warn me next time?” you chuckle, your voice a little bit hoarse. His eyes widen before he nods. 

You interrupt him before he can ask if you’re okay, saying, “You can fuck my mouth if you want, just ask first. We have to be quick though, I still need to fix your makeup.”

He whimpers, knees buckling a little bit. The thought of using your mouth to get himself off is getting to his head, and you smile. 

“Can I? I don’t want to hurt you, but that sounds so hot… Your mouth already feels amazing,” he asks, groaning a bit when you nod. You get up and move over to the wall, about to kneel again when he kisses you, hard. 

You hold his dick again, stroking him gently while he explores your mouth (with his tongue this time). He begins to moan again, and you take that as your cue to break the kiss. You drop to your knees and open your mouth. 

“Shit… We’re doing this, aren’t we? Fuck, okay. Pinch me if it’s too much, okay?” he says, a little bit breathless. You nod, leaning forward to lick him again, tongue digging into his slit a little bit. He lets out a loud moan, looking like he’s about to lose himself. He guides his cock into your mouth and begins to thrust. He’s gentle at first, but going a little bit rougher when your eyes meet. He is slowly falling apart, you could tell, especially when you begin to choke a bit. It isn’t the most comfortable feeling, but you could live with it for a few minutes. The pleasured look on his face and his loud, almost desperate moans are enough to keep you going. 

“Fu-uck… Oh fuck… Oh my god, you feel so good, yn.” His hand flies out to brace him against the wall as his thrusts speed up. He’s close, you can tell. He pulls out of your mouth, the hand that was in your hair moving to hold himself, squeezing a bit. 

You look up, confused. “Is everything okay?”

He nods, trying to catch his breath. He motions for you to get up, and you do, still confused. He kisses you again, more gentle than before, and you wrap your arms around his torso. 

“Is it okay if I fuck you? As amazing as it feels to be in your mouth, I’m pretty sure I’m going to indulge for too long if you keep sucking me off,” he asks the second you two break your kiss. Your eyes widen, but you still nod, excited at the prospect. 

“It’s already been a few minutes, we don’t have very long,” you say, beginning to take off your leggings. He nods, eyes following your hands until your pants are completely off. You aren’t wearing lingerie, as you hadn’t expected this whole thing to happen today, but his eyes are glued to you regardless. Your panties are pretty wet, and he looks like he’s going to choke because of the sight. He kisses you again, almost shoving his tongue down your throat, hands wildly roaming your body. 

You take off your panties, a little bit difficult because of the stickiness, and he slowly slips into you. Once his tip is buried in you, you both sigh shakily. He keeps moaning softly as he slowly sheathes himself into you, pausing every few seconds to let you adjust. You feel completely stuffed once he’s finally fully inside. At this point, both of you are moaning, his hands landing on your waist to hold you against the wall, chest pressed to yours. He feels so solid against you, and you trace the lines of his body distractedly. He shivers slightly under your touch. Still deeply kissing you, he lifts one of your legs, which you wrap around his waist. He feels even deeper than before (if that was possible). 

His lips release yours, albeit reluctantly, and you nudge him to let him know he can move. He began to thrust slowly, pulling out almost all the way before plunging back into you. You kiss his neck, careful not to bite him in case you can’t cover it up later. As you move up to his jaw, his thrusts speed up, and he moans loudly when you lick along his jawline. You begin to grind yourself against him, encouraging him to speed up. 

“Harder, please… Jin you feel so good… oh shit,” you moan, meeting his eyes. He goes even harder, hitting so deep inside you that you’re afraid he will split you in half. He’s panting heavily like he’s barely keeping control of himself. And he probably is. You don’t blame him, if you were riding him you would lose control easily. 

“Yn… you’re so tight, how are you so tight-” he says breathlessly, his words turning into a moan. You suddenly clench around him and he swears, loudly. He stills inside you and his head drops to your shoulder with a loud groan. You whine from the loss of movement, but stop when he looks back up at you.

“Do that again, please, it felt so good-” he practically begs, before you clench again and he bucks his hips into you. He picks up the rhythm again, snapping his hips into you, hard. His head drops back down to your shoulder. Small whimpers leave his lips as he thrusts, getting louder when you tighten around him. He adjusts himself, angling his hips in a way that feels so much deeper inside you. He hits that one spot and you feel weak, almost collapsing against him. He grins slightly, realizing what he found and then pounding against that one spot.

“Jin, please, faster… oh fuck,” you moan, grabbing onto his arms. At this point, it feels like he’s jackhammering into you, and you’re not sure if he can go any faster. But he’s been very full of surprises today. 

“Is that where you need me? I’ll go faster if you need me to, baby,” he says, now pounding you into the wall. 

Did he just call you baby? It’s strange. Something about that goes straight to your heart and just spreads throughout all of you, making you feel all warm and fuzzy. It’s a weird feeling compared to the burning lust that filled your entire body, but it feels good. 

His thrusts are becoming sloppy. It’s only a matter of time before he comes, and you’re surprised he lasted this long. And then you remember. You’re in a time crunch. Jin has a photoshoot. You still need time to fix his makeup, let alone clean up the mess you two are surely making. So you thrust forwards, the thud of skin on skin beginning to fill the room. Jin lifts his head to look at you again, eyes half-closed in a dazed state of pleasure. You clench especially tightly around him, wanting to help him get off faster, and he throws his head back with a deep growl. He leans forward again and bites into your neck, and you almost can’t take it anymore, all you want to do is cum. 

The desire to reach your climax is so great that you almost don’t hear Jin, “I-I’m close. Yn, I’m. I’m close. Oh shit. Fuck you feel so good.” 

He moves off of your neck, looking back at you. Your eyes meet, and his gaze darts to your mouth. His eyes travel back to yours, but you’re too focused on his lips. They seem so soft and pillowy, and all you want to do is kiss him. So you do. 

You lean towards him, and he seems to have the same idea as you because he leans in too. Your lips meet for only a second before he’s moaning again. You feel him thrust one last time and then he tenses. He crushes his mouth against yours and then spills into you with a long, drawn-out moan of your name. 

You haven’t had your orgasm yet, but you’re fairly close. It will be easy to get yourself off when Jin’s makeup is finished. He slips out of you, taking a step back to let you stand again. 

“Sorry, I meant to let you cum first,” he says sheepishly. “I got carried away…”

You smile and press a small kiss to his cheek. He pulls you into his arms and holds you, burying his face in your hair. 

“It’s okay, the goal was to get rid of your erection anyways. I can deal with myself later.”

“Are you sure? I can help you right now if you want. I don’t want to leave you hanging,” his eyes are wide as he looks down at you. You kiss him again, winding your fingers in his hair. He’s gentle with you, pulling you closer. You break away to catch your breath, still a little bit winded from how hard he was fucking you. 

“Jinnie, sweetie, I’m fine. I promise. If I need help, I’ll call you,” you say, winking. The tips of his ears flush pink and he kisses you again, but you can feel his smile. Never have you imagined being the one to cause the flustering, yet here you are. 

He lets you go and you both rush to put your clothes back on, knowing there’s even less time to get him ready. You’re about to unlock the door when someone knocks on it.

“Jin hyung?” says what sounds like Jungkook, but you can’t be entirely sure. “Are you in here? Yoongi hyung is looking for you. We have to go take pictures again I think.” 

You and Jin exchange a look, and as he opens his mouth to say something you press your hand over it to stop him. He looks confused but you have a plan, and he can’t be telling the other members he’s in here with you if that plan is going to work.

“No, Jungkook-ssi, it’s just me. If I find Seokjin I’ll send him to you and Yoongi, okay?” you call, glaring at Jin when he tries to move your hand. 

“Okay. Thanks, yn-noona.” Jungkook says, and you wait until you hear him walking away before letting go of Jin. 

“What was that for?!?” Jin half-yells, his eyes drilling holes into you. 

“I still need to fix your makeup, and if we send Jungkook on a wild goose chase trying to find you then we get more time.”

“Why couldn’t you have just said I’m in here with you? It’s Jungkook, he’s not going to know what we were doing, he’s oblivious to everything.”

“Because then he’d either wait around for you to come out or he’d tell someone else, who would likely be less oblivious and would know what we were doing. We’d both get in trouble with the second one,” you say. “I feel bad about lying to him but I also don’t want to get us in more trouble. It’s bad enough that your makeup isn’t done and it’s very clearly messed up, if someone figured out we were having sex then I could probably get fired.” 

“Sunhi saw us making out earlier, yn.”

Shit. You’d forgotten about that. Panic starts to fill you, every possible “what-if” scenario flashing through your head. If she told Hyejin or someone else, you could still get fired. 

You feel Jin’s hands on your shoulders. You look up at him and he kisses your forehead. “Yn. Don’t worry about it so much. If you get in trouble I’ll just tell them I asked you to help me. Sunhi saw how hard I was, trust me I’ve never seen anyone look at my dick for so long so shamelessly, she would probably believe me if I explained that I needed help again. And we don’t know if she told anyone. Plus, I’m pretty sure she’s slept with Taehyung on multiple occasions so she’s not exactly in a better situation.” 

“She slept with Taehyung?” you ask, bewildered. Sunhi? Really? You knew she liked him, you just didn’t know she’d compromise her job like that. Then again, you just did the same thing.

“That’s not the point, yn. The point is, you’re probably overreacting about people finding out. Take a few deep breaths and then let’s go back to the other room. You probably won’t need to fix much, it will only take a little bit.”

“All of the bronzer on your torso is smeared and blotchy, and there’s pink surrounding your mouth… I’m not sure how it managed to completely avoid your lips, it’s literally called lipstick? There’s a lot that needs to be fixed, Jin.”

“My handsomeness should make up for it,” he says, winking. You really shouldn’t be surprised that he’s making jokes right now, and giggle a little bit. 

You head out of the bathroom after checking that Jungkook isn’t lingering anywhere nearby. Gathering your tools, you go back to work on Jin’s makeup. He was right, it doesn’t take very long, and you’re almost done when he leans up and kisses your cheek.

“What’s this?” you ask, and he chuckles. 

“A thank you for the second-best orgasm of my life.”

“Only second? When was the first?”

“Later today, around 8 PM, if I’m lucky and you don’t have any plans. Do naengmyun and galbi sound good to you?” 

You blush and stammer out a yes. 

“Great! I’ll pick you up when today’s photos are over. Does 7:30 work?” he asks as you finish with his makeup. You nod and peck his forehead before standing back to admire your work.

He looks perfect. You didn’t think it was possible for him to get any more handsome, but he did, and you’re loving it. His legs are casually spread, one arm folded behind his head and the other on the armrest. He’s still not wearing a shirt and has since taken off his jeans, giving you a very indulgent view of his body. You can’t tear your eyes away from him, he’s just so effortlessly sexy. 

“So… how do I look?” he asks, noticing how your gaze travels up and down his body. 

“Amazing… you look absolutely fucking amazing…” you whisper, taking his hands and helping him get up. He grins and pulls you into his arms for a second before he has to go.

“Thanks, baby. I’ll see you tonight. After all, I still owe you an orgasm,” he murmurs, winking before he heads out.