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He couldn’t stop touching the place on his wrist where Changbin’s hand had been. A single word looping around in his head… Regret.
It had started as a normal joke. He’d grabbed Changbin’s bicep, squeezed and acted like he was impressed. “Hyung, what do you feed these things?”
He had then proceeded to wipe his sweaty face with Changbin’s sleeve, grinning at his own nerve as he watched Changbin’s face go from mild surprise to outrage.
His grin had died fast as Changbin’s hand snapped around his wrist, yanked him close until he could feel the heat rolling off his body.
“Behave,” Changbin had said. “Or you’ll regret it.”
Seungmin had laughed it off in the moment, but now, alone in his room, he couldn’t let it go. Regret. What had Changbin meant? What could regret look like?
He rubbed his wrist feeling the phantom of Changbin’s hand.
Behave, or you’ll regret it.
The word spun around his head as a promise. He wasn’t scared of it. He wanted it. He wanted to know what regret meant in Changbin’s mind. What it would feel like when he finally snapped.
His brain started feeding him filthy images of being pinned against the wall. Being bent over a bench in the practice room. That growl of a voice telling him to take it like a good boy. Telling him he’d asked for this.
His cock twitched. The more he tried not to think about it, the dirtier the thoughts got.
What would Changbin do if he pushed harder? If he begged for it without ever saying the words?
His hand slid into his shorts and his cock jumped against his palm and he started stroking, imagining it was Changbin’s hand instead of his own.
He pictured Changbin crowding him against the wall, holding his cock in a rough grip and growling at his ear “you asked for this, Seungie.” He imagined the heaviness of Changbin’s body against his back, his hot breath at his neck, being held there and having no choice but to take it.
Cum streaked his stomach when he came. He had wanted it to last longer. This was not enough and he sighed in restless need for more Changbin. He dreamed about having his boundaries pushed as far as he could take it and to be so completely at his mercy that he’d have no choice but to give in.
The next day he couldn’t stop himself. Every little thing Changbin did had him running his mouth. It was the way his shirt stuck to him with sweat, the way the veins stood out on his arms, the sound of him drinking from his water bottle and watching him swallow. Without thinking, each snappy comment or joke swiped at the increasingly annoyed target.
He knew it the second he’d gone too far. Changbin’s hand closed on his arm and twisted it back as he leaned over him and hissed
“What do you think is going to happen if you continue this brat behavior?”
Seungmin tried to answer, but the noise that left him couldn’t be called a word. What came out was a tiny moan. The sound burned his ears with embarrassment the second it escaped. He prayed Changbin hadn’t heard.
The tightened grip on his arm and the words told him otherwise.
“You’re playing with fire.”
Seungmin felt the them against his skin. Then the hand was gone, leaving the heat of it behind as Changbin stomped away like he couldn’t put distance between them fast enough.
With a pounding heart Seungmin stood frozen. He’d wanted whatever it was that he’d come to regret, but now his stomach turned as he watched Changbin move away. The thrill of being held like that was gone and replaced by a sinking feeling in the pit of his stomach. He hadn’t wanted to upset him for real. He only wanted to see how far he could push before Changbin snapped. He hadn’t thought that anger could push his hyung into real anger.
He followed anyway, trailing down the hall until he caught sight of Changbin stepping into the bathroom. He hesitated at the doorway, chewing at his lip, then forced himself inside. The light overhead buzzed and the smell of soap and disinfectant clung to the air. Only one of the cubicle doors was shut.
Shame spread through his chest. What was he doing, following someone into a bathroom like this? He should turn around, walk out, pretend none of it had ever happened and behave himself until Changbin agreed to forgive him.
He heard a muffled groan, followed by the scrape of a zipper. It sounded like someone was trying to keep quiet.
“Hyung?”
Silence was the only response he got.
He shifted his weight from one leg to the other. “Hyung… I’m sorry, I…”
The door yanked open before he could finish. A hand caught his shirt and he was pulled inside and the lock clicked behind him.
Before he could get a word out, he was pushed down to sit on the closed lid of the toilet. He could feel the cold of the cistern through his shirt.
He looked up at Changbin looming over him.
“Is this what you wanted? Hmm?”
“I… I don’t know…”
“I think you do.”
The words came out as a growl, and then Changbin’s hand pushed against the bulge in his boxers. He made sure Seungmin saw every inch of it.
“Look at it,” he ordered. “Look at what you did to me.”
Seungmin’s mouth fell open as he watched Changbin free his cock. It was thick and he couldn’t stop looking as Changbin started stroking himself in slow pulls. His eyes never left Seungmin’s face.
Changbin’s hand stilled. A bead of precum gleamed at the tip.
“Go on…” His voice was hoarse. It was both an invitation and a command.
The sound that escaped from Seungmin’s throat was a small and helpless whimper. He didn’t know what he was doing. He’d never had a cock in his mouth before.
The want drowned out the insecurity. He locked eyes with Changbin, opened his mouth slowly and waited.
Changbin’s cock twitched in his hand as he stared down at Seungmin’s parted lips.
“Alright,” he muttered. “Take it slowly. Just use your tongue first.”
Seungmin flicked the tip tentatively, tasting salt and skin. It was strange and overwhelming, but his tongue darted back for more anyway.
“Good,” Changbin said. He curled his hand around the base, pumping once before holding himself still. “Now… wrap your lips around it. Just the head.”
Seungmin obeyed and closed his mouth clumsily over the tip. Heat filled his cheeks as he sucked, desperate to do it right.
“That’s it,” Changbin rasped. His free hand settled against Seungmin’s jaw, guiding the angle. “Use your tongue underneath. Yeah… like that.”
Seungmin moaned softly. Drool leaked out at the corner of his mouth to run down his chin, but Changbin didn’t seem to mind.
“Don’t rush,” Changbin guided. “Just get used to it.”
Seungmin hummed in response. His eyes fluttered shut as he adjusted to the fullness on his tongue. It was intoxicating.
He stretched his lips wider as he tried to take Changbin deeper, wanting to know how far he could go.
“Fuck…” Changbin’s head tipped back against the cubicle door. “You’re doing so good. God, your mouth… filthy puppy, taking me so well.”
He moaned around the thickness, eager to give more and then hollowed his cheeks to take it deeper again, swallowing around the head.
It wasn’t long before Changbin’s hips jerked and his breath broke. “Shit… I’m close. Gotta pull out…”
He tried to ease back, but Seungmin’s hands shot up, clutching his hip. With a desperate noise, he forced Changbin back in. His eyes were watering, but he refused to let go.
“Fuck, Seungmin…”
Warm spurts flooded Seungmin’s mouth. He swallowed frantically, but couldn’t keep up. Cum dribbled down his chin in sticky streaks.
Changbin tucked himself away with unsteady fingers before crouching slightly to stroke Seungmin’s cheek.
“You did well, Seungie. Took me so well. Are you alright? Do you need a minute?”
Seungmin nodded. His lips were swollen, his skin damp with spit and sweat… and Changbin’s cum.
Changbin patted his hair once before pushing out of the cubicle.
For a long second, Seungmin just sat there on the toilet lid. What the fuck just happened? His lips tingled, his throat felt raw. He’d nodded like he only needed a minute, but a minute wasn’t anywhere near enough to process having just had Changbin in his mouth.
He hadn’t known if he could manage it, but he had. The taste was still there when he swallowed. He wanted more. More of Changbin in his mouth, more of his hands on him. He didn’t know if there would be a next time, but he hoped there would be. He wanted it so badly it almost physically hurt.
He pulled himself up, tore some paper, and wiped his chin. At the sink he splashed cold water on his face and scrubbed until all the traces of Changbin were gone. Then he looked in the mirror. It was his face staring back, but it didn’t feel like the same Seungmin anymore. It wasn’t a bad thing, just a bit off-balance.
He took a deep breath and straightened his shirt, then he walked out of the bathroom and back to the others. Standing there staring at himself wasn’t going to change anything.
Back in the rehearsal room, the rest of the day went on like any other, but he kept quieter than usual, and the pokes and endless smart-ass remarks were absent.
As they packed up to leave, Jisung passed close by him and whispered, “Well done, Seungie,”
“What?”
“I heard you in the bathroom.” He winked and left without another word.
He took the long walk back to the dorm and on the way, his thoughts drifted to the chaos waiting at home. Hyunjin and Jeongin had been getting bolder lately. Just yesterday he’d walked in, called out from the entryway, and heard the hurried shuffle of rustling clothes in the kitchen. If he hadn’t made any noise first, Hyunjin’s pants would’ve been down around his ankles instead of yanked up in a rush the second Seungmin stepped through.
He snorted to himself. Those two had zero shame anymore. It was messy, inconvenient, and sometimes downright unbearable to live with. And now, instead of just being annoying, it was a reminder of what he’d tasted and wasn’t done wanting.
The smell of food met him as soon as he stepped inside. Hyunjin and Jeongin had planted themselves on the same side of the table leaving the rest of the seats untouched. They looked up at him when the door shut.
There you are,” Hyunjin said. “Sit. Talk.” He pointed his chopsticks at an empty chair.
Jeongin’s eyes were narrowed with suspicion. “Something happened today. You’ve got that caught-in-the-act face.”
Seungmin hesitated. He wasn’t about to tell them what went down in the bathroom stall so he dropped his bag on the floor and slid into the chair. “I… might have pushed Changbin hyung a little too far today.”
“That’s it?” Hyunjin said. “You scared us for a second. We thought it was serious.”
“It is,” Seungmin muttered. But it wasn’t for any reasons they could imagine.
Jeongin rested his chin on his hand. “You know how he gets. You can’t keep poking when you know he has a temper.”
Hyunjin reached out to squeeze Seungmin’s arm. “He cares about you. Just… behave, okay? Don’t make him snap.”
Seungmin nodded and pretended to let their words sink in. They had no idea what line he’d already crossed.
Later that night, the dorm was quiet. He’d gone into his own room and collapsed on the bed.
From the far end of where Jeongin’s room was, he could hear faint laughter and Hyunjin’s voice underneath it. The distance muffled most of it, and for that he was grateful. It wasn’t like when they’d been in Hyunjin’s room and every slap and moan went straight through the wall, leaving him no way to block it out.
The first time, he had suffered in silence with a pillow over his head as they went at it. The next time, he had jumped on his bed, flapping his arms. Even though they couldn’t hear it, he had been fully committed to the role as he yelled “BAWK BAWK BAWK” until the noise stopped. Their faces afterward had been worth it, and at least he had gotten a workout out of it.
Inevitably his thoughts went back to the sound of Changbin’s ragged breathing, the words he said. Filthy puppy, taking me so well.
He thought about what it would’ve been like if they’d had more time. If Changbin had used him the way he’d dreamed of for so long. Just Changbin holding him down, taking everything he wanted.
He whimpered as he slipped a hand under his waistband. His cock was hard and aching to be touched. He wrapped his fist around it and stroked in quick moves, chasing the fantasy of Changbin’s voice in his head.
“Good boy… doing so good…”
His hips jerked up into his hand and he bit down on the edge of his pillow. Once again he imagined it was Changbin holding his cock. That is was Changbin praising him for every desperate twitch.
It ended with another orgasm that hadn’t eased a thing. It had only made his stomach sticky, and he felt empty without knowing why. It just wasn’t enough. He wanted more. God, he wanted so much more.
Rehearsal started like it always did. Warmup, counts, sweat and music pounding through the floor. He had told himself to focus, to behave. The resolve lasted all of 5 minutes before he slipped back into the habit.
A shoulder knocking into Changbin when he stretched. Copying his count too quiet to be heard clearly yet still loud enough to annoy. All the usual things. All the ways he knew how to push.
At the end of rehearsal he was going through a series of stretches at the mirror when a pair of hands clamped down on his shoulders.
“Didn’t you get enough yesterday?” Changbin’s breath rasped at his ear.
Seungmin’s hips pushed back once, before he straightened again just as Jisung called his name.
“Coming,” he answered, putting space between them as fast as he could.
Back at the dorm, Seungmin sprawled on his bed with his phone. His hair was damp from the shower, and the heat had left his muscles loose and relaxed.
Hyunjin and Jeongin were in Jeongin’s room, and they were quiet for once tonight. He didn’t know if he should be grateful for the silence or wish they’d make enough noise to drown out the Changbin fantasies running in his head.
His phone buzzed against the blanket. He rolled onto his side to unlock the screen.
[22:03] Changbin: You were looking for trouble today.
Heat flared in his chest. He stared at the words until the edges of the screen blurred. Trouble. He almost laughed. That was the whole point.
Part of him wanted to play dumb, part of him wanted to bite back, and part of him wanted to crawl through the screen and beg.
[22:04] to Changbin: And yet… trouble didn’t find me. Tragic.
He smirked, hit send, then typed again before Changbin could answer.
[22:04] to Changbin: Trouble must be getting old. So sad.
Seungmin lay back against the pillow, feeling giddy and nervous at the same time as he waited for the fallout.
Any second now, Changbin would bite back. A clipped warning, a glare put into words, something. But nothing came.
Minutes dragged by. He picked his phone up, checked the screen, dropped it again. Had he pushed too far?
Ten minutes. Fifteen. Twenty.
The next buzz startled him so much that he nearly dropped the phone. One new message.
[22:24] Changbin: Open the door
Seungmin went to the front door and opened it. Changbin stood there. For a second Seungmin could only stare, caught off guard that he’d shown up.
“What are you doing here?” he asked.
Changbin’s mouth curved. “I heard there was a puppy in need of training. Now come here.”
He stepped inside without waiting for a reply, slipped out of his shoes and tugged Seungmin down the hall and into his room.
Then he turned and crowded him up against the door, chest to chest.
“You were being a little shit with all that teasing today. You know it, don’t you?”
Seungmin could only nod.
“You liked yesterday, didn’t you?”
Another nod. His face burned.
Changbin came closer until their hips lined up and there was no space left between them. Seungmin could feel all of him.
“And now you need more, right?”
An embarrassing squeak came out of his mouth. He hadn’t meant to be so obvious, hadn’t wanted to sound that needy, but the truth was out.
“That’s what happens when you push me. You wanted trouble and now you’ve got it.”
Seungmin’s mind spun. He’d asked for this with every cheeky grin, every stolen towel. Every word he’d uttered had lead him here, but now that Changbin was actually with him, he couldn’t think of a single thing to say. He was nervous, but under that was a raw and plain need. He wanted it. Wanted Changbin to hold him there, to keep talking like that, to show him what happened next.
He searched Changbin’s eyes, trying to guess what he would do. A stare held him in place, and Seungmin’s gaze slipped lower, to his mouth. He wanted to feel it, wanted to know the taste.
Changbin moved one hand to his neck and his teeth nipped Seungmin’s earlobe.
“You were looking at my mouth, Seungie. Is it because you want it?”
His hips shifted forward on their own, pushing against Changbin’s.
“Yes…” The word was barely there, but Changbin heard it.
His hand tightened on Seungmin’s jaw, tilting his face up. “What is it you really want, Seungie?”
Seungmin’s lips parted, but the answer tangled in his throat. He didn’t know how to say it without sounding pathetic. His body shook with the need to make it clear anyway.
“Whatever you want,” Seungmin whispered.
Changbin’s breath slid over his neck, and then he turned him to face the door.
“Anything?”
Changbin’s warm hands went under Seungmin’s shirt. They landed on his ribs while the door stayed cold in front of him. Fingers closed on his nipples and twisted right before hips ground into him from behind. He could feel the hard arousal through both their clothes and his world narrowed to that alone.
There was a sudden wetness in his sweats. Fuck. He felt stupid for how much he wanted it. He pushed back, because that’s what his body did, because the friction made sense in a way words didn’t.
“Are you going to be good for me?” Changbin’s voice was raspy. “You feel everything, don’t you?”
Seungmin tried to answer but only a moan came out.
Changbin’s fingers didn’t stop. They pinched, rolled, rubbed. Each touch set a new fire on his skin. He could come from this. Behind him, Changbin’s hips kept moving in a hard rhythm that only piled onto the climbing orgasm.
He was right there. Close enough that the word please wanted out.
All at once Changbin stopped moving. One hand stayed on his chest; the other was on his hip.
“No,” Changbin said. “Not yet. Not until you’ve learned your lesson.”
Voices drifted in from the hall, louder now and closer.
“Why are Changbin’s shoes here?” he heard Jeongin ask. He then heard a thump and an “Ow.”
“You know why. Let’s go. Give them space.”
They knew. Fuck. He’d never hear the end of it. He wanted Changbin to stop but he needed him to keep going even more.
Changbin stayed where he was. The way he tightened his grip on his hip was telling him not to move.
Seungmin pressed his forehead to the door and kept still
“Don’t think about them,” Changbin said. “Think about me.” And then he pulled Seungmin back a step, caught his wrists and set each of his hands flat against the wall on either side of his head. “Keep them there,” he said. “Or I’ll stop.”
Seungmin nodded helplessly.
His pants were dragged down and left around his ankles. Cool air wrapped around his thighs.
Behind him he heard the drawer in his nightstand open. Clutter was pushed around and moved aside. The click of a cap interrupted the silence. Seungmin’s cock throbbed, ready for whatever came next.
Changbin came back to stand at his side. One hand came to the small of his back, the other closed around his cock. He was stroked slowly, maddening slow, barely enough to keep him hard and dripping but not enough to come. Seungmin groaned into the door.
A slick finger began teasing his rim, making him gasp and twitch at the foreign caress. It circled and pressed in just enough to make him feel the penetration. Then it slipped out again, returning to light strokes that made his knees buckle.
Seungmin whined, hips snapping helplessly into Changbin’s fist.
The hand left his cock.
“Please,” Seungmin sobbed, rutting into nothing. “Please, hyung…”
Fingers found his nipple instead, tugging and flicking until he couldn’t help but twist toward the touch, The teasing finger at his ass kept the need raw.
“Hyung, I can’t… please, I can’t…” The words broke apart on moans. Tears ran down his cheeks, his cock straining, balls tight enough to ache. He was a wreck, begging for more, for anything, for release.
“Yes you can.” Changbin’s voice was right against his ear. He pulled Seungmin back from the door and turned him toward the bed.
“Down,” Changbin said, bending him over the edge. “In a few minutes you won’t be able to stand. Get your knees up.”
Seungmin climbed clumsily onto the mattress. It was made difficult by his pants tangling around his ankles so Changbin helped strip them off, leaving him naked from the waist down.
“Spread your legs,” Changbin ordered. “I want to see you properly.”
Seungmin scrambled to widen his legs.
A single finger traced his spine. It went from his neck, down between his cheeks, grazing his balls before sliding up again. Seungmin keened, trying to push back into the touch. The finger never stayed where he needed it.
“Nooo…” he whimpered into the blankets. His body rocked helplessly back.
Changbin’s hands held him open with firm fingers.
The first wet drag of a tongue made him sob. .
“Hyung… please…” His voice cracked, but all he got was another wet stroke. Changbin wasn’t in a rush. He hummed against Seungmin’s skin and the vibration made everything more intense. Fingers spread him wider, holding him there, forcing him to take every slick stroke.
Changbin licked and sucked, eating him out until Seungmin shook in front of him. He whined when the tongue left him but then finally, finally, a finger pushed in slowly. It searched, stretched and curled until it passed the spot that made Seungmin’s hands clutch at the blankets and bury his face in the blankets.
“Ah… fuck…” The moan breathed out of him.
Changbin fucked him with only that one finger, relentlessly drawing sounds out of him until he was at the edge again. A few more thrusts and he would break apart.
The finger drew out.
His cock jerked untouched and cum flowed down his thighs as his ass seized around nothing. It was an empty kind of release that left him craving more.
“Hyung, please… please…” His voice cracked on the words, broken by the aftershocks that didn’t give him what he needed. He begged as his body clenched helplessly, chasing what wasn’t there.
Changbin stayed close, one hand firm at Seungmin’s back, the other slick and still at his rim. “This is what happens to bad puppies,” he said. “You weren’t careful with what you wished for, and this is where it got you. On your knees. Crying. Empty.”
Seungmin mewled into the blankets, the sound was both weak and needy. He didn’t like how it gave him away and told Changbin everything he couldn’t put into words.
“All those times you provoked me. Snatched my water. Took my towel. Sat in my spot. Mouthing off every chance you got.” His hand slid over Seungmin’s ass and squeezed once. “Every glare you begged for. Every time you called for trouble. You asked for this.”
A slap landed on his right cheek and Seungmin yelped. Changbin’s palm smoothed over the ache, rubbing slowly until the burn softened.
The other cheek got a slap too. Another sting, another cry, another hand easing the heat away.
“You like that, don’t you?” Changbin asked. He sounded amused. “You’re a brat, and you like being punished for it.”
Seungmin nodded frantically. “Yes… yes, hyung…”
Changbin’s hand lingered on the swell of Seungmin’s ass, rubbing slowly. “That’s better,” he murmured. “Punished, but not finished. You know what’s next, don’t you?”
“Yes, hyung…”
A finger pressed at his rim again, sliding in with less resistance this time.
“Good boy,” Changbin said, slipping the finger out only to push back in with two. The stretch felt weird, intrusive, and Seungmin whined as he pushed back anyway.
“That’s it. Take it.” Changbin’s tone was all approval. His fingers scissored, rubbed circles on the inside until Seungmin could only gasp and beg
“More.. hyung. I need more. Please.”
By the time the third finger was added, Seungmin was a panting open-mouthed mess with his fists twisted tightly in the blanket.
Changbin fucked him with his fingers until Seungmin was loose and half ruined already. Every thrust over his prostate had him shuddering.
Then the fingers slid out and he was empty again. “No….” he sobbed.
He heard the ripping sound of a condom packet and seconds later, a hard push came, driving into him all at once until Changbin was balls deep.
Seungmin screamed. “Fuck… yes… yes…”
Changbin’s grip clamped down on his hips, pulling him back and shoving him forward, in a punishing pace. The rhythm slammed through him as Changbin’s cock pounded into the deepest places inside of him.
He moaned with every thrust and his voice broke on cries he couldn’t hold back.
Changbin groaned behind him “Damn, your ass… it feels so fucking good around me.” His voice turned into a growl. “I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. So long.”
Changbin’s hand wrapped around Seungmin’s cock, pumping in time with the thrusts. “I’m close,” he groaned into Seungmin’s ear. “You have to come again. Now.”
His body obeyed before his brain could catch up. It rose from somewhere so deep he hadn’t known it existed. His body locked up and every muscle in his body seized until the orgasm broke loose. Heat poured out of him. His mouth open on a sound so primal, it didn’t feel like his. The waves went on and on. Every one of them making him pulse harder around Changbin. It was like his entire body was being wrung out from the inside.
He was too far gone in pleasure to register how long it took for Changbin to follow him over the edge, but he did. The thrusts lost their rhythm and slowed into hard, uneven pushes. His hands clamped down on Seungmin’s waist, and he was breathing hard as his body shook through his own orgasm.
They crashed together on the bed. Changbin pulled out, stripped the condom, and tossed it aside before pulling the blanket up over them. He hooked his arm around Seungmin to hold him close.
It was a little spoon tucked against a chest that was still heaving.
“Go to sleep baby,” Changbin muttered into his hair.
Seungmin melted into Changbin’s arms. Baby. He wanted to hold on to the word, but his body gave out. The thought had barely circled once before sleep dragged him under.
Seungmin woke to sheets that smelled like Changbin but no Changbin in them. The space beside him was cold. His body ached everywhere. Hips, thighs, ass sore in a way that made his cock twitch just by thinking of last night.
He fumbled for his phone on the nightstand. A new message lit up the screen.
[07:12] Changbin: Got called in early to help Chan with edits. Didn’t want to wake you. See you later at practice.
Seungmin read it three times. No hearts. No emojis. Nothing to mark it as special. But it felt like it anyway.
He forced himself up and tugged on his sweatpants. His ass protested vaguely at every step. The soreness was a delicious, secret reminder of everything Changbin had done to him.
He wandered into the kitchen with his stomach growling louder than his thoughts. Jeongin looked up from his cereal, snorted, and stuffed another spoonful in his mouth.
Hyunjin raised an eyebrow over his coffee. “Someone’s walking funny.”
Seungmin blinked. “I’m just sore from practice,” he snapped, yanking open the bread bag.
“Sure,” Jeongin drawled, grinning into his bowl.
He dropped bread in the toaster and went to sit. Lowering himself took longer than it should have.
Jeongin snorted into his cereal. Hyunjin’s eyebrow arched higher as the corner of his mouth lifted.
“Was it an eventful night?”
He slouched over the table, muttering, “Shut the fuck up,” as the toaster clicked behind him.
Warm-up burned more than usual. His thighs ached, his ass ached, every stretch pulled a reminder of the night before through his body.
Changbin’s voice carried across the room, calling counts. Seungmin’s eyes kept sliding toward him, no matter how many times he told himself to focus. The cut of his jaw, the slope of his throat when he tipped his bottle.
Baby.
The word looped in his head. He mouthed it once, soundless, before biting it back and forcing his focus to the beat.
Changbin stayed locked in all day. Counting under his breath, running through the steps, sweat dripping down his temple. He grabbed water when the song cut, rolled his shoulders, went straight back in. Nothing was out of the ordinary.
Seungmin kept watching, waiting for something to slip. A glance, a smile, any sign at all that last night was still there between them. It never came.
His body moved through the choreography, but his head spun. Was it only for the night? How would he be able to leave it at that?
Every time Changbin reset and picked up the count, Seungmin’s heart did a little jump. Not because of how he sounded. Changbin was exactly the same as always, but because Seungmin wanted it to be different. He wanted something that proved last night had happened. Something that wasn’t a part of his own body.
Baby. The word circled again, faint now, like it might evaporate if he held onto it too hard.
They were halfway through their midday break and Seungmin had stayed slouched against the mirror, knees up, sulking. Ten minutes wasted, and Changbin hadn’t given him a single look. Pure business as usual, like last night had never happened.
He pushed himself up to stand, brushing off his sweats, and noticed Felix coming back in. His lips were swollen and he had a dreamy-looking expression on his face.
Two minutes later, Chan strolled through the door. The smug grin and easy swagger gave him away.
Seungmin’s mouth twisted. Eugh… I want that too.
Jisung came over and wanted to talk. “Seungmin-ah… are you okay? You seem a little off today.”
He hated that his eyes stung at something so small. He bent over his bottle, screwed the cap on tight. If he just kept looking at it, maybe Jisung wouldn’t see.
“I’m fine,” he said, the words catching in his throat.
Footsteps came closer. When Seungmin glanced up, Changbin was there and had his gaze fixed on him in a way that made his stomach drop. He looked away fast.
“Come with me,” Changbin said. His voice was calm, but it left no room to disobey. “We need to talk.”
“Jesus,” Jeongin snorted behind them. “We should make a schedule for the supply closet.”
The hallway had a draft that made the sweat on his neck feel cold. Changbin didn’t slow down or give him a chance to resist. The closet door was pulled open, and before Seungmin could catch his balance he was shoved inside. The lock clicked into place behind them and immediately the dark wrapped around them. The air in the room carried the unmistakable smell of sex. Chan and Felix hadn’t even tried to hide what they’d done in here. Seungmin’s stomach twisted in jealousy and nerves tangling until he couldn’t tell which was stronger.
He couldn’t see anything at all, but he didn’t need to. He felt Changbin right in front of him, body heat rolling off him in waves, filling up the narrow space between them.
“You’ve been quiet today.” Changbin’s tone was careful. “Not one smart comment. Not one stunt to piss me off. What’s wrong?”
He dropped his gaze, even though Changbin couldn’t see it in the dark. His mouth opened, but all that came out was a sulky mumble of “I don’t know.”
“Baby, do you really think I’m already done with you? That I’ve had enough?”
“Maybe…”
“Never.” Changbin came closer and he could feel his breath against his cheek. “I’ll never get enough of you.”
Changbin’s hands found his shoulders in the dark. The grip pulled him in until Seungmin felt his breath ghost across his lips. Hands slid higher and palms cupped his face. Then his mouth was there. Soft and demanding.
Seungmin’s eyes fluttered shut. The kiss was light at first, almost teasing, lips brushing, pulling away just to come back for more.
The pressure grew firmer, lips moving with intent, coaxing his lips apart. Seungmin gasped when he felt a tongue against his own. He leaned into the kiss and it turned greedy fast. Changbin nipped at his bottom lip, sucking it between his teeth before letting it go, only to take Seungmin’s mouth again. He stroked the side of his neck as if to soothe him and hold him exactly where he wanted him.
Seungmin’s fingers curled uselessly at his sides before he dared reach up to clutch at Changbin’s shirt.
He melted into it. Every part of him fed on the hunger Changbin poured into that kiss. It was in the way he tilted his head, the shared breath between them. It was rough and tender at once, like being cherished and consumed all in the same heartbeat.
His legs could barely hold him up, the shelves at his back the only thing keeping him upright as Changbin’s kiss devoured him.
The kiss went on until Seungmin was panting into Changbin’s mouth and they finally broke for air.
“God, I want you,” he rasped. His thumbs stroked along Seungmin’s jaw. “I want to hear you moan my name. I want to feel you come on my cock.”
He felt his cock throb at the words.
“But not now,” Changbin added. “You’re still sore. Your body needs time.”
Disappointment burned through him. He wanted more but underneath was a wave of gratitude along with the certainty that Changbin wanted him badly.
Seungmin buried his face in Changbin’s shoulder, trembling, caught between the sting of being denied and the relief of being cared for.
Changbin’s arms came around him in the dark. The doubt stopped circling. Changbin wanted him. He knew it now.
Back in practice, the soreness lingered, his lips tingled, and under everything else was a thrum of certainty. He was wanted. And there would be more.
Later.