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The nerves were getting the better of Youngjun. Sitting on these godforsaken stairs awaiting the results he hoped would be good. He wiped his hands on his pants one more time before quickly standing up.
“I’m going to the bathroom” he declared to no one in particular, “text me if something urgent happens.”
Youngjun still had 15 minutes until the band curator would be back with the results. He figured that was more than enough time to have a mini existential crisis in one of the greenroom bathrooms. For some reason, he felt like he was being watched ever since he got back from his stage, never being able to locate the perpetrator when he scanned the room. Youngjun tried to ignore it, figuring he must be going crazy from the nerves.
He quickly scurried out of the band room in search of the nearest open bathroom. Youngjun felt more watched than before, swearing he could hear gentle footsteps behind him, he was continuously looking over his shoulder to find no one there. Maybe this show was making him go certifiably insane. 25 is the prime time to develop schizophrenia, after all.
Youngjun sighed as he went to push the bathroom door open, coming to terms with his newfound paranoia, when he was suddenly pushed inside and slammed against the door. It took him a full minute to even process what had happened, pushing at this stranger’s chest in an attempt to make them back away.
“Why’d you do tha-“
Youngjun’s words died in his throat as he met their gaze, “Chani? What are you doing?”
“You just looked so pretty on stage today,” Yoonchan crowded into Youngjun’s space, “I couldn’t hold myself back anymore, I had to take the chance.”
Youngjun was confused. Sure, they flirt back and forth, hold gazes longer than what’s friendly, and talk everyday for hours no matter how busy they are. And yeah, sure, maybe Youngjun formed the biggest crush ever on Yoonchan, but he never expected this. Yoonchan is such a friendly guy, Youngjun assumed that’s how he acts with everyone.
Yoonchan’s presence was everything and too much all at once. He was so close, leaving barely enough space for Youngjun to stare into the younger’s eyes. They’re probably the most beautiful shade of brown he’s ever seen. He gets lost in their depth, floundering like a fish attempting to make words fall from his mouth. Yoonchan seems to understand, or maybe he’s just getting impatient waiting for the DJ to say something, and moves to slot his lips against Youngjun’s.
It’s only a little more than a peck, testing the waters to see if Youngjun truly feels the same, when Yoonchan pulls away Youngjun strains his neck to follow the lips, staring at them as they retreat. Youngjun’s eyes flick back up to Yoonchan’s in an attempt to plead for him to move back.
The younger’s gaze is fierce. Youngjun’s breath stalls in his throat as he levels Yoonchan’s hungry gaze. He gulps, and finally finds words in an attempt to ease the tension.
“How long have you liked me?”
Yoonchan takes a deep breath, burying his face into the older’s shoulder, “Since Keiten chose you for the memory team.”
Yoonchan nipped at the skin of Youngjun’s neck, “You’re so pretty and delicate like a girl,” the vocalists hot breath fanned against Youngjun’s neck causing his breath to hitch, “No wonder they’re calling you Hagiwa’s mommy.”
Youngjun can’t hold back the moan that falls from his lips at that comment. He can feel Yoonchan’s smile against his neck followed by another bite, harder this time. Youngjun shifts uncomfortably against the door as Yoonchan pulls away.
“You’re into being treated like a girl, aren’t you?”
Youngjun groans, averting his gaze, while Yoonchan moves so his thigh aligns with Youngjun’s crotch, “You want to be my pretty little girlfriend. Held down, and wrecked, and-“
Yoonchan is suddenly back beside the older’s head, “-bred like a bitch. You would love being a mommy wouldn’t you?”
Youngjun wasn’t aware Yoonchan had such a filthy mouth on him. His legs buckle under him, and he wraps his arms around Yoonchan’s shoulders to save himself. He’s harder right now than he’s ever been in his entire life, panting from how fast blood is rushing to his crotch. Yoonchan moves his thigh to test how much his words affected the keyboardist. He lets out a satisfied chuckle, giving Youngjun’s cheek a quick peck before pulling away again.
“I wish we had more time so I could really have my way with you,” Yoonchan presses a chaste kiss to Youngjun’s lips, “but they want us back for results in ten minutes.”
Youngjun’s pout is angelic. Yoonchan wants to take his time kissing it off his face, but there isn’t nearly enough time.
“Noona, since I did this to you,” Yoonchan punctuates his words by grinding his thigh up once again, “I’ll take care of you so you don’t have to be uncomfortable for the next performance.”
Youngjun simply nodded, too wrecked for words, watching as Yoonchan placed a peck at the corner of his mouth before pulling free of the older’s grasp. He dropped to his knees, Youngjun almost couldn’t believe his eyes. He threw his head back and groaned at the sight. Yoonchan nuzzled at the bulge beneath the fabric. With no time to waste he worked quickly, pulling Youngjun’s cock from his zipper without even bothering to unbutton his pants.
The younger was practically drooling at the sight, thumbing at the precum at the tip of Youngjun’s cock, “Noona is so wet for me~”
Yoonchan teased Youngjun’s dick with his fingertips, ghostly touches that made him gasp and whimper. He couldn’t take it anymore.
“Chani, please, touch me.”
Yoonchan finally fully grasps Youngjun’s dick. It’s average, maybe on the smaller side, and its tip is the prettiest pink he’s ever seen. Yoonchan thinks he can get addicted to the way it throbs with want in his hand. He sticks out his tongue to lick at the bead of precum forming again at the head. It’s salty with a tinge of sweetness he’d only expect from someone as beautiful as Youn Youngjun.
“I wish I could blow you like you deserve,” Yoonchan looks up at Youngjun with the biggest puppy eyes ever, “but I still need to sing today. Maybe it can be your reward once we debut together, youngjunie-noona…”
Yoonchan trails off as he refocuses on the cock in front of him. He moves his hand to collect more precum at the tip before working his hand in short pumps down the length, leaving kitten licks and kisses at Youngjun’s sensitive tip. The keyboardist throws his head back, covering his mouth to hide the sounds falling from his mouth. He’s never been this affected by something so small. It was just a handjob, but it had Youngjun panting and mewling like a virgin.
Youngjun went to grab at Yoonchan’s hair before redirecting, digging his nails into the younger’s shoulder instead. Disappearing together in the bathroom for 15 minutes is already suspicious enough, they don’t need to add messy hair to it as well. Yoonchan’s hand speeds up as the slide becomes easier. He sucks the tip into his mouth, loving the taste of Youngjun on his tongue.
Yoonchan pulls off with a pop, he can tell Youngjun is getting close with how he’s throbbing in his hand, a steady fountain of precum leaking from his dick now. Yoonchan puts on his best pout while staring up into Youngjun’s eyes, “Cum for me, Noona, please I need to taste you.”
Youngjun scrunched his eyes tight while moaning wantonly. Yoonchan takes him back into his mouth, and it only takes a few more strokes before Youngjun’s vision whites out. He digs his nails into the shoulder beneath him as he rides out his orgasm.
Youngjun’s legs feel like jelly, the only thing keeping him standing is Yoonchan’s hand at his hip. Yoonchan milks him dry before quickly stuffing the softening dick back into his pants. He had a mischievous look on his face and he stood, taking Youngjun’s face in his hands, finally pressing his lips fully to the other’s, they moved against each other like they had been waiting a lifetime. Yoonchan suddenly hooked his thumb in the corner of Youngjun’s mouth. Forcing his jaw open, Yoonchan pushed his cum into his mouth. Youngjun tried to push back and object, but Yoonchan grasped the back of his neck forcing him to stay.
Youngjun punched at his chest until he finally backed away. Yoonchan had the biggest, cheekiest smile on his face as he played with the hair at the back of Youngjun’s neck.
“Sorry, Noona, you just taste so good I thought you should try.”
Youngjun pushed him away, moving to fix himself in the mirror before they had to go back and face the other contestants.
“You’re no better than a teenage boy, Chani.”
Hands come to wrap around his waist from behind. Yoonchan appears behind him in the mirror, they both look absolutely wrecked.
“Are you mad at me, hyung?” Yoonchan pouts, placing his head on the older’s shoulder.
Youngjun closes his eyes and breathes a deep sigh, “No, it’s fine, I think I liked it actually.”
The way Yoonchan’s face lights up almost makes Youngjun regret his words. No one should ever be that happy about semen, it’s a little unsettling. Youngjun ultimately finds it endearing, dropping his gaze to his hands with a small satisfied smile on his face. Yoonchan plants a kiss on the side of Youngjun’s face before moving away to fix himself. He fiddles with his pants before quickly moving to fix his appearance.
“Come find me after the shoot.” Youngjun mumbled out meekly. Yoonchan tilts his head and gets closer to listen better, “We can go back to mine, I’ll take care of you then.”
Yoonchan smiles so big that his nose scrunches. It reminds him of a bunny, Youngjun wishes he could kiss it off his face. Instead he knocks the other away before checking his watch.
“Fuck”
Youngjun’s heart drops to his ass. He has about 50 text messages asking where he is.
“What’s wrong?”
“We’re 10 minutes over. The directors are going to KILL us”
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They try to walk into the band room as nonchalantly as possible. Fabricating some lie about Youngjun having tummy troubles, running out of toilet paper, and yoonchan had to hunt someone down to find some. They can tell the camera crew really doesn’t believe it, but they have no time to sit there and question it. They quickly fix their hair and make up before shooing them off to go sit with their groups again. Yoonchan and Youngjun’s eyes lock one last time and they share a smile, Yoonchan throwing a quick wink his way.
“So… Youngjun, huh?”
Yoonchan whips his head around at the distinct English voice that’s suddenly uncomfortably close to him. He pushes at Keiten’s shoulder trying to get him to back up. The dumb expression on Keiten’s face tells Yoonchan he wasn’t going to leave until he got an answer.
“I don't want to hear it. You’ve started a gay situationship with about 5 people already.”
Keiten suddenly clears his throat and backs away, throwing his hands up in a faux surrender.
“Fair enough.”