#junseok

Also just for funsies I did the math for how long all of this actually took me to make: the lineart took me about 19 hours and all the coloring and rendering (all my different ideas for the first part included) took me about 23 hours. So 42 hours total!! That's almost Two Whole Days!!!

Anyways here are the closeups <3

Smut warnings: i think anal sex is the only warning? truly just porn with feelings and it's 1am while i'm putting this together forgive me

It wasn't that he'd outright forgotten, but opening his eyes to a bare chest instead of his pillow made Hyeongjun flinch, going stiff when he registered that he was being held tight against Jungsu's body like a stuffed animal. Not being able to untangle himself wasn't something Hyeongjun could say he appreciated in the morning.

The slight movement was enough to bring Jungsu out of his sleep, seeming to sense Hyeongjun's mild panic even half awake. Letting go to stretch helped Hyeongjun breathe, and he was pretty sure Jungsu had done it on purpose for him to pull away, but with his brain working slightly better, Hyeongjun found that he didn't really want to.

"Hey," Jungsu's voice was slightly gravelly from disuse, but still sweet as he brushed Hyeongjun's hair back over his shoulder. "Feeling okay?"

Hyeongjun nodded after a moment of thought. Okay was probably the best way of putting it, if he really needed to choose a word. A little sore and gross, though. Taking a shower was definitely first on the agenda.

"Want me to come with you?"

An immediate 'no' stuck to Hyeongjun's tongue. Tucking his hair behind his ear after sitting up, he studied Jungsu's expression for what kind of question it was—whether it would hurt if he declined—but there was only an open fondness. Shaking his head with a small smile, Hyeongjun searched for his clothes to leave for the bathroom.

"Meet us in the living room when you come out, then. We really do need to talk about… this."

Jungsu cringed at himself, and it wasn't like it was something Hyeongjun wanted to do, but he understood the urgency. It was awful timing with the comeback. Just another thing to deal with, he supposed. Hyeongjun could only hope the shower steam would help calm his growing nerves.

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The discussion was nowhere near as embarrassing and awkward as Hyeongjun had anticipated. Being glued to Jungsu's side on the couch for newly-found comfort probably had something to do with it, but the casual air overall made it easier to talk through what would happen for them next. Maybe it was just because they were all exhausted from being dragged out of bed even earlier than usual. Hyeongjun still appreciated it.

Nothing needed to change on his side if he didn't want it to. As much as that should've been obvious, hearing it directly from Gunil's mouth was a huge weight off Hyeongjun's hunched shoulders. Just because he'd been okay the night before didn't mean he always would be. Not needing to get too deeply into it—having them just understand—was enough to relax further into the couch cushions. Just a little.

The only necessary difference was lifting the thin sheet of caution the others had draped over themselves for his comfortability. Out of the moment, thinking of them together was much more strange. Even Jooyeon sitting on the floor with his head resting on Seungmin's shoulder, their hair mixing into a tangle of rust and honey, didn't feel any different to how they usually were.

That thought clicked it all into place. It was weird to think of it as something more, but it wasn't really different. Not for them. They'd been toning it down slightly for his sake, sure, but their feelings had never been shoved down and locked away like Hyeongjun was beginning to truly realise he'd been doing. It was safe to feel. He was safe.

Getting too close to overwhelm, they wrapped it up to prepare for another long day. It really was terrible timing with everything else they needed to stress over, but there was nothing they could do except head to their bedrooms to get ready. Being shaken by the shoulders as soon as he stepped inside was the last thing Hyeongjun expected.

"So? How was it?" Jooyeon rolled his eyes when Hyeongjun frowned in confusion, letting go to flop onto the bottom bunk. "With Jungsu-hyung, silly. He was good to you, right?"

"Uh," Hyeongjun opened one of the cupboards awkwardly when Jooyeon propped his head up on his hand, clearly ready to gossip. "Yeah. I guess so."

"Good," he nodded, humming as Hyeongjun started flipping through his jackets for something to do. "Hyung was my first, you know."

Hyeongjun nearly slammed the door on his fingers. It wasn't like he'd had to consider it before, but out of everyone, he wouldn't have ever thought Jungsu was Jooyeon's first. If he had to guess any of the others, it would've been Jiseok.

"What? No," Jooyeon screwed his nose up when Hyeongjun said so. "I wanted it to be special. I can have Jiseokie any time."

It was decidedly easier to not read into that. Even if he still couldn't bring himself to turn around, Hyeongjun could hear Jooyeon standing to walk towards him, bracing himself for the thin arms winding around his middle. He was so used to Jooyeon's clinginess that it wouldn't normally be a problem. It was weird to feel so new.

"I know this is different," Jooyeon held tighter and hooked his chin over Hyeongjun's shoulder when he shivered. "Just nice to have you be a part of it. Wanted you to be for a long time."

Heart thumping wildly, Hyeongjun gathered the courage to twist in Jooyeon's arms to face him fully, searching for any hint of a joke from something so honest. All he found was a devastating earnestness—nothing hidden behind his wide eyes as they flickered down to Hyeongjun's lips.

Trying to not overthink it, Hyeongjun straightened to his full height and laced his fingers behind Jooyeon's neck, leaning in without quite making contact in case he was reading it wrong. Jooyeon outright laughed at the caution, surging forward to close the gap.

The idea of kissing Jooyeon was strange. In practice even more so. He was far more enthusiastic about it than Jungsu had been from the get go—not holding back from pushing Hyeongjun back against the cupboard and squeezing his narrow hips, acting as if he was planning to eat him whole. It was weird, messy and more than a little overwhelming, but in a way that Hyeongjun couldn't say was bad. There was just one problem.

"Lee Jooyeon!"

They jolted apart at the sound of Jiseok’s raised voice, their heads snapping towards the door to see him with crossed arms and narrowed eyes, unnecessarily angry from Hyeongjun's perspective. It seemed to make perfect sense to Jooyeon, though.

"Sorry," he grumbled, stepping away from Hyeongjun entirely with a sigh. "Couldn't help myself."

"Too bad. We don't have time," Jiseok clicked his tongue. "Shower. Go."

Hyeongjun had the feeling there was something more to it, but he didn't get the chance to ask with Jooyeon being shooed out, left half-hard and panting in the room alone. Not having any interest in sorting it out himself, Hyeongjun starfished on his bed until it went down again, taking a little longer than usual with his mind spinning and lips swollen. Great.

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It was true that nothing really changed in the days following what happened with Jooyeon, but it wasn't like they had time with their schedule being eat, music show, fansign and maybe sleep. One thing did stick out for Hyeongjun, though.

Jiseok was acting funny.

Nothing unusual enough for anyone outside to pick up on. He'd always been funny with Hyeongjun, acting like he was in heaven if even just their fingers brushed, but with the supposed new openness in their relationship, it was glaringly obvious for Hyeongjun himself. It was all in the most Jiseok way possible, of course.

Staring from a distance. Standing too close. Small touches he'd either pretend didn't happen or seemingly combust over in a less theatrical way than before. It was weird.

Hyeongjun just didn't have time to question it away from the cameras for behind the scenes content. Couldn't bring any of it up in front of their staff. He resigned himself to ignoring it, even if it was making him, and then everyone else, antsy. It wasn't Hyeongjun's fault.

He didn't think so until Seungmin cornered him in his bedroom the night after their last performance on Show Champion, anyway.

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"You need to do something about Jiseok," he loomed over Hyeongjun sitting on the bed, hands on his hips and jaw tense. "Seriously, either take care of it if you're up to it or let him down nicely if you're not. He's driving us insane."

"Take care of it?" Hyeongjun blinked up at Seungmin, rubbing his sweaty palms on his pants at the frustrated sigh he got back. "You mean, like—"

"Yes, Hyeongjunnie," Seungmin bent at the waist to tap his nose, smirking when Hyeongjun grimaced. "I mean fuck him before we kill him."

Just like that, Seungmin left him to tailspin. With perfect timing, Jungsu's words echoed in Hyeongjun's mind. Jiseokie talks about it a lot. I don't even know how many times he's whined about wanting to ride you.

Was that what Hyeongjun wanted? He didn't not want it, he decided after a moment of thought. That was enough to reach for his phone, sending a short message to Jiseok to come to his room with shaking hands, not trusting himself to stand. Just because he'd settled on it being okay didn't mean it wasn't nerve wracking.

Jiseok appeared in the open doorway in mere moments, which would have been laughable if Hyeongjun was in any other mindset, but his eagerness only made the muscles by the corner of his mouth twitch. Being approached like a spooked animal after closing the door didn't really help.

"Need something?" Jiseok sat cross-legged at the foot of the bed, staring at a spot on the covers when Hyeongjun mirrored the position at the other end. "Something I can help with?"

"I know why you've been acting weird with me," Hyeongjun didn't see the point in dragging it out, having to actually bite back a laugh at Jiseok’s head raising in shock. "Guess that's something you can help with."

"You… want to?" Jiseok asked, hiding his flushed cheeks behind his hands with a groan. "Jungsu told you, didn't he?"

"He did. Apparently everyone else wants to kill you for not having any subtlety, too, though," not bothering to hold back his grin, Hyeongjun shuffled to lean back against the wall with his legs outstretched. "It's okay. Come here."

Still cautious and bright-faced, Jiseok crawled forward, hesitating to hover above Hyeongjun's lap until he patted one of his thighs. With Jiseok so close, warmth seeping through his shirt from the palms on his shoulders, Hyeongjun's confidence faltered. He hadn't let himself think that far.

"You haven't topped before, have you?" Jiseok gingerly lowered himself down when Hyeongjun shook his head, tucking his hair behind his ear with a short hum. "That's alright. You know I want to do most of the work, anyway. Just tell me if you want to stop."

Hyeongjun only had time to give a breathy 'okay' before Jiseok pitched forward. There was more care behind the kiss than Jooyeon's had, but Jiseok seemed just as determined, wrapping his arms around and pressing himself close as if he wanted to meld their bodies together. Trying to keep up, Hyeongjun scrabbled at Jiseok’s back until his hands landed on his waist, relishing in the moan against his lips when he squeezed.

He didn't mean to push Jiseok down further, but the movement made him realise he was already getting hard, the thought of being inside Jiseok making Hyeongjun whine embarrassingly loudly. Seemingly knowing what he was thinking, Jiseok pulled back to watch Hyeongjun's expressions shift with a slow roll of his hips, using the way he'd been thown off balance to slip his hands beneath his shirt.

Shivering under careful fingertips, Hyeongjun leaned away from the wall for it to be pulled over his head, tugging on the hem of Jiseok’s before he could get too embarrassed about the staring. There wasn't a huge difference between their body types, but Jiseok's stomach was a little softer—quivering slightly when Hyeongjun skimmed his knuckles above his waistband.

Jiseok lifted himself enough for his pants to be pulled beneath his ass without having to get up, hanging his head with a sigh at Hyeongjun's quiet 'oh', clearly already knowing what he was going to say.

"Cute," Hyeongjun couldn't help reaching for his cock, marvelling at the way it almost fully disappeared in his fist. "Never thought I'd say that. You really are cute all over."

It wasn't that Jiseok was tiny, but he was small, pink and leaky in a way Hyeongjun was endeared by. Puffing his cheeks out in embarrassment, Jiseok wasted no time in shoving a hand in Hyeongjun's underwear, eyes widening at how they were almost completely opposite when he pulled his dick free. Hyeongjun hadn't thought about it before, but the differences in both size and colour were enough to make his breath hitch. Not being as awfully hypersensitive as the last time was a blessing.

"Do you want me to prep myself quickly?" Jiseok snapped him out of his daze, giggling at the lost head-tilt he got back. "Stretching, silly. Just guessing you haven't done that to anyone before. I can if you don't want to."

"I want to," Hyeongjun replied so quickly he surprised even himself, but it was true. "Please. If that's okay with you."

"Of course. You have magical fingers when you play. Have to be good for this too, right?"

That made Hyeongjun feel like it was a set-up, that Jiseok had definitely planned it out this way, but he didn't say anything when Jiseok stood to dig out the lube. Watching him let his pants drop to the floor after grabbing the bottle was what made it all feel real—so much pale skin on show that Hyeongjun wanted to commit to memory.

"Stop staring. It's embarrassing," Jiseok grumbled as he knelt on the bed to pass it over. "Take yours off and hurry up. If you don't touch me I think I'll die."

Hyeongjun didn't need to be told twice. It was easier to strip bare without Jiseok looking, but the bottle slipped from Hyeongjun's grasp when he lowered his chest to the mattress, face down and ass up like an offering. He wasn't sure what he'd expected, but it definitely wasn't to see Jiseok presenting himself like that.

Forcing himself to focus, Hyeongjun popped open the cap and poured some on his fingers, giving Jiseok a second of warning before pressing one to his hole. Knowing how cold and strange it was made Hyeongjun want to take it slow. Jiseok seemed to have other ideas.

The little gasp when he shoved himself back wasn't pained, taking the full finger easily, and as much as Hyeongjun wanted to, it was probably better to not ask why. Jiseok being more experienced wasn't something Hyeongjun wanted to psych himself out with. Curiosity could be dealt with later. Hyeongjun still didn't want to hurt him, though.

"Another one," Jiseok mumbled after less than a minute of cautious movement, whining when Hyeongjun voiced concern. "I'm fine. Please."

Not seeing any point in arguing, Hyeongjun pulled out to line up a second finger. Jiseok kept still this time, only wiggling his hips when they were all the way inside, non-verbally encouraging Hyeongjun to move. Slightly more comfortable, Hyeongjun used his limited knowledge to curl them how he liked it, poking around until Jiseok full-body shuddered. More sensitive than Hyeongjun thought.

"Stop it," Jiseok blindly smacked Hyeongjun's thigh when he did it again. "I wanted to ride you, remember? Won't be able to do anything if you keep this up."

"Fine," Hyeongjun rolled his eyes. "One more."

Jiseok nodded against the bedcovers, relaxing for the third finger to stretch him carefully, but not so slowly with Hyeongjun beginning to really feel how needy he was getting himself. For all that he could usually ignore it, Hyeongjun didn't want to. Jiseok could tell.

"Enough," he lifted himself when Hyeongjun squirmed in place, using how he was caught off guard to push him onto his back. "Want you."

"Oh, wait," Hyeongjun placed a hand on Jiseok's chest to keep distance when he crawled up his body. "Shouldn't we use a—"

"Did Jungsu use a condom?" Jiseok narrowed his eyes at Hyeongjun silently looking away. "That's what I thought. Gunil-hyung and Seungminnie don't like mess. Jooyeon doesn't really care. I want to feel you."

Stunned, Hyeongjun dropped his hand to let Jiseok close the gap, groaning when his fingers tangled in his hair to pull. The kiss was messy, biting and desperate, leaving Hyeongjun breathless until Jiseok sat upright. Just the light touch to line up his dick made Hyeongjun whimper, but he forced himself to watch Jiseok sinking down, only letting his head fall back against his pillow and close his eyes when he was fully inside.

"You feel good," he whispered, squeezing back when Jiseok tentatively linked their fingers. "So good."

"Yeah? I'm glad," Jiseok ran his thumbs over Hyeongjun's until he looked at him again, unexpectedly shy and awkward. "Won't lie, I was really upset seeing you with Jungsu. I wanted to have you like this first. So pretty, my Hyeongjunnie. You know I love you."

Hyeongjun had no idea how to respond. Not verbally, at least. Of course Jiseok had expected it, not minding that Hyeongjun didn't always have the right words when he could see how he felt, instead. His ears burning red hot, eyes shining and hands trembling in his own was enough. Tightening to make him gasp might have been a little mean, but Hyeongjun was in no position to complain.

Untangling their fingers for Jiseok to more comfortably lean further back, Hyeongjun took in a shaky breath as he lifted himself up halfway, keeping his eyes trained on where they were connected when Jiseok dropped down just as slowly. It had to make his muscles burn, and he probably wouldn't be able to keep it up for long, but Hyeongjun didn't know if he could last, either.

Not sure what to do without guidance, Hyeongjun dragged his fingertips up Jiseok's thighs, liking the way it made his movements falter and breath catch. He wanted to learn how to make Jiseok feel good, to make his sweet moans louder and skin flush darker, to melt and mould him like putty in his hands. Maybe it was too analytical, but the distraction was necessary to not lose himself in Jiseok bouncing faster.

It was his palm travelling up Jiseok's body that gave him what he wanted—squeezing his heaving chest making him throw his head back and stay down to roll his hips. Hyeongjun wrapped his other hand around his cock, fixated on the string of precome drooling from the tip as Jiseok bucked into his fist as if he was trying to both chase and escape it at the same time.

"Fuck. I was right about magical fingers," Jiseok managed between stuttered breaths as he looked back down at Hyeongjun. "Getting close. Are you?"

Being asked brought Hyeongjun back to himself, nodding quickly with the feeling building low in his stomach, trying not to panic at the sudden thought that Jiseok might want him to pull out without having time. As if he could read his mind, Jiseok shook his head wildly, grinding down harder until Hyeongjun couldn't hold it anymore.

Jiseok squeaked as Hyeongjun spilled inside, tipping forward and grabbing the hand around his dick when it loosened to push himself over the edge, his come hitting Hyeongjun's skin seconds later. It took a moment for Hyeongjun to register the soft lips against his own, his mind sluggish and body spent, but he did his best to return Jiseok's lazy kisses as their heart rates slowed.

"Fast learner. Pretty when you come, too," Jiseok giggled at his embarrassed whine, moving further down to nose at Hyeongjun's jaw. "Knew you would be. At least I got you second."

The possessiveness wasn't something Hyeongjun expected. Another thing that was probably better to not question, he supposed. Maybe Jiseok had been seriously holding back, or maybe he'd just never noticed the severity of his weirdness, but it didn't really matter. Hyeongjun was surprisingly content with laying together, half zoned out and tracing patterns over Jiseok's skin as he rambled, only refocusing when Jiseok's head popped up from his chest.

"I know you're not actually listening," he huffed, but there was a mischief glittering in his eyes. "I said I love you, idiot. Also, good luck with the others after they find out you're free game. Especially Jooyeonnie. Wants you so bad he looks even stupider than usual."

Blinking back wordlessly, Hyeongjun picked apart the implication that Jiseok had called dibs on him like the front seat of a car and the fact that even if they would absolutely be respectful about how he felt on a given day, the others would be even more insufferable than they already were. With how desperate Jooyeon had been from just a kiss, he could only imagine how bad it was going to get.

Things were really about to get interesting.