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1. October 2018 - Pirate King, Debut
San and Wooyoung really shouldn’t be surprised that they get caught, but they can’t help but notice the irony of it happening less than two weeks after they decided that sure, they were attracted to each other, enough to try something despite the hectic lifestyle and imminent debut, but that for now they would try and keep it for themselves.
The way it happens is with Yeosang coming back to his room way too early, not even bothering to knock (and why should he? It’s his room too, after all) and being treated to San’s tongue, for all intents and purposes, trying to perform a tonsillectomy on Wooyoung.
Thankfully, the pair is located on Wooyoung’s bed, not Yeosang’s, but he has a feeling it’s mainly accidental and not out of consideration for his poor, clean and innocent sheets.
And really, a part of him is happy for his best friend, finding happiness and a man clearly so enamoured by you he doesn’t mind his tongue is probably halfway down your oesophagus, and at an actual risk of being digested.
And at least they’re clothed.
But still.
“ Seriously, you two?!”
Wooyoung gets so startled he unceremoniously pushes San right off the bed. He at least has the decency to look ashamed, and tries to recompose himself. Yeosang really wants to tell him it’s a lost cause. His hair is all over the place, and his lips are still puffy and wet with spit.
Yeosang groans.
“I was expecting you two to behave, or at least wait for a more appropriate moment than like... five days after debut.”
Wooyoung has the gall to look confused. “Wait, so you’re not, like, surprised?”
Even San has to stifle a chuckle.
Wooyoung bristles immediately at that. “Oi, which side are you on? We agreed!”
San looks unrepentant. “I agreed we’d keep this... This, to ourselves, not that I thought it would work!”
Yeosang rolls his eyes, and tries to bring the conversation back on track.
“Unfortunately, your idea of not being caught included slobbering all over each other in our shared room, so... I’m now forced to inform Hongjoong.”
San jumps up from the floor. “Wait, what? But why...” He whines, and Wooyoung instinctively goes to grab his hand. Yeosang is truly sickened.
“Sangie, do you really have to?” Wooyoung tries to plead, no doubt ready to pull the best friend card.
“Yup, no excuses, we literally had this conversation a week ago, because we literally debuted a week ago. Not that I think Hongjoong will do much, besides telling you to never do any of this in front of a camera and that if you break up you’ll still have to suck it up for the group...”
**
What Hongjoong does is that he coos at the two of them like a proud auntie, and produces rainbow-themed patches out of who knows where.
Yunho, who received his pink and blue patch less than a month after meeting Hongjoong at KQ, declares a group hug is in order, and Yeosang finds himself hugging a barely-awake Jongho, who might be the only one who still had no idea about what was going on.
San ends up being the one tasked with proper explanations. “We were waiting to tell you guys because... Well, because we wanted to be sure it wasn’t just a passing thing.”
Mingi also makes a cooing noise at them, clearly delighted and supportive, but Yeosang relates much more to Seonghwa, who is smiling in that way he has that makes him look like he’s really not paid enough to be there.
“And we’re perfectly aware that these things can get messy,” Adds Wooyoung, clearly ready for the inevitable lecture.
Yunho nods sagely, and Yeosang throws him a look. As if he didn’t just recently get out of his own messy thing, which involved the lovely waitress at their favourite cafe. And one of their backup dancers. At the same time.
Yeosang really wishes he knew less of his group mates’ preferences.
2. March 2019 - Say My Name, Expedition Tour
Jongho gets to the group meeting right after Yeosang. He can see that Hongjoong, who called the meeting, is obviously already there, sitting cross-legged on the kitchen counter. Jongho almost makes a face: Seonghwa won’t be pleased.
With their leader are San and Wooyoung, who are sitting primly on one of their couches, looking extremely red in the face.
Yeosang takes a look at the situation and immediately groans loudly, turning on his heels like he’s trying to leave the room. Jongho automatically grabs him by the shoulders.
“Oh come on, unhand me! There’s still time to avoid this torture!” Yeosang protests, but Hongjoong motions them to join the other two. He doesn’t look too angry, Jongho decides, so it can’t be that bad.
They go stand next to the sofa, and he mentally checks whether he is going to be involved in the scolding that looks about to ensue. Worst case scenario, they found out he was the one to finish Seonghwa’s fancy skin vitamins. In his defence, he had no idea those little pills could be that expensive. And also, his skin looks phenomenal.
The remaining three arrive, all drenched in sweat and clearly interrupted in the middle of a dance practice.
Yunho, just like Yeosang, only needs to take a look at the situation to apparently know what’s about to happen. Unlike Yeosang though, he simply cackles loudly and whispers something into Mingi’s ear. The rapper turns pink.
“Alright, now that everyone is here...” Hongjoong begins. “It’s been brought to my attention that there are new rules that need to be enforced.” He passes a hand though his newly re-dyed mullet.
“What rules?” Asks Jongho. They’ve been together as a group for a few months now, and their routines have started to match up properly, quirks and personality incompatibilities straightening out with time and familiarity.
Maybe Hongjoong wants to start preparing for the inevitable changes that the tour will bring, with the constant travelling and hectic schedule.
“Rules regarding... personal spaces.” Hongjoong replies, looking pained.
Yunho laughs again, and Wooyoung throws a truly incensed glare his way. Yeosang, still next to Jongho, scoffs.
“Please tell us more.” Yunho pleads. Mingi elbows him.
Hongjoong looks visibly uncomfortable. “Ah, well... Simply that shared spaces, such as the living room and kitchen, should be off limits for, uh, displays of affection.”
Seonghwa gasps. “ They didn’t! ” He turns to San and Wooyoung with his mouth hanging open. “In the kitchen ?!”
Jongho finally, finally puts two and two together. “Wait, you two fucked in here?!”
He turns around the room, now eyeing the furniture with suspicion. Clearly the kitchen counter was spared, or Hongjoong wouldn’t be using it as a perch.
He zeroes in on the couch where the guilty pair had been since the beginning.
San has the gall to smirk at him.
“I’m moving out.” Jongho declares. Yeosang pats his back.
“At least your roommate is Mingi. I actively live with one of the two freaks.” Yeosang murmurs to him, tone dry. Jongho winces in sympathy.
Meanwhile, Seonghwa turns to Hongjoong, still looking incensed. “I hope you’ll make them sanitise this entire room!”
The leader raises his hands in surrender. “Yes, yes.”
Seonghwa didn’t seem appeased. “And no fucking in the living room!”
“We weren’t fucking!” Interjects San, fed up.
Hongjoong rolls his eyes. “No handjobs on the sofa then! Is that specific enough?”
Wooyoung groans in embarrassment, hiding his face in his hands.
“I hope you washed those, it certainly can’t be good for your skin.” Yeosang snipes, and then narrowly avoids the pillow Wooyoung throws at him.
Seonghwa clears his throat, regaining everyone’s attention. “From now on, no sexual activities of any nature on the living room couch or other public spaces. San and Wooyoung will clean the covering and all the pillows, while Hongjoong will wipe down the counter, since he likes putting his dirty feet where food should go.” He pauses, making sure there are no objections. “Does everyone agree?”
There’s a chorus of assent, with varying levels of enthusiasm.
“Yeosang, there’s no way you’d be this gross if you got a girlfriend, right?” Jongho asks, suddenly worried about this becoming a widespread problem, especially as the upcoming tour widens their fame.
“No, I’m pretty sure this is a Woosan-specific problem.” Yeosang answers, dry. “Though Mingi does seem like the type to bring a groupie back his room like a newbie...”
Mingi must hear this, because he turns to them with a panicked expression on his face.
“You promised you wouldn’t tell anyone!” He hisses, as Yunho dissolves into a fit of giggles next to him.
Yeosang offers him the fakest contrite look known to humanity. “Oh did I? Oops...”
Jongho doesn’t want to think about where exactly in their room this took place.
“I’m moving out.” He repeats, and leaves the room before he can be traumatised any further.
3. November 2019 - Wonderland, MAMAs
“Say it again,” murmurs Wooyoung, a little frantic, San’s chin gripped tight with one hand.
San obliges immediately. “I love you too.” He says, and can barely finish the sentence before Wooyoung’s mouth is on him, harsh and demanding.
San makes a wounded noise as their teeth clack, but Wooyoung’s grip prevents him from doing much more than responding to the kiss as best as he can.
Wooyoung is straddling him, pants unbuttoned, which gives San enough space to grab his ass as he pulls his boyfriend even closer, so they can grind against each other properly.
They really, really, shouldn’t be doing any of this. Officially, they stayed late in the practice room to go over the MAMA choreography, and Blood Sweat and Tears is still playing in the background. But San doesn’t have any mental capacity left to worry about the outside world, not after his boyfriend dropped the L word.
Wooyoung pulls away from his mouth and lets go of his chin. “Shirt off.” He demands, and wastes no time pulling off his own as well.
He’s still sweaty after practicing, bleached hair sticking to his forehead, and his lips are so red it’s sinful. San whines out loud when more tanned skin is revealed.
He can’t not put his mouth on Wooyoung. It’s almost instinct, the way his teeth close at the pulse point, drunk off the noises that he can pull out of Wooyoung.
“Fuck, Sannie, you really want me, yeah?” Wooyoung asks, voice breathy with arousal.
San makes a noise of assent as he sucks a bruise on his collarbone.
“You love me,” Wooyoung reiterates, and it’s pleased, almost possessive.
San’s answer turns into a groan when hands try to pull down his pants, a feat quite hard to achieve while Wooyoung is still sitting on him.
Making a split decision fuelled mainly by his dick, San repositions his hands on Wooyoung’s thighs and sits up, lifting the other man for the short amount of time required to push his sweatpants down enough to free his erection.
Wooyoung gasps, delighted at the display of strength. “God you’re so hot .”
They reposition in a mess of clothes and barely coordinated limbs, but somehow it works, and Wooyoung gets his hands around their cocks.
“Baby,” San mutters, all capacity for coherent thought leaving him.
“Mmh, love you so much, all wet and hard for me...” Wooyoung teases, and sucks San’s earlobe in his mouth.
San feels dizzy with arousal, and can’t do much more than hold on Wooyoung’s hips. It’s prime fantasy material come to life, his boyfriend getting him off while whispering how much he loves him.
“Luh-love you too,” San manages to reply, as his entire body locks up and he comes, almost embarrassingly fast, with Wooyoung’s words still ringing in his head.
**
Seonghwa considers himself to be quite good at taking care of the younger members. They’re not that far apart in age, which means nobody expects him or Hongjoong to be magically wise and experienced, and they all realise how taxing some of the responsibilities placed on the elders really are.
Still, Seonghwa is the eldest, and he genuinely likes taking care of the others, whether it’s heartfelt advice about how to deal with stress and homesickness; or more mundane things, like making sure the fridge is stocked and Hongjoong remembers to sleep.
So he doesn’t mind delaying his own bedtime to go fetch the members still not back in the dorm. Yunho and Mingi are in the gym, where Yunho is helping the other with stretches. After all, Mingi is still recovering, and proper stretching is fundamental now that he joined them in preparing their MAMA medley. San and Wooyoung are probably still going over the choreography in the dance studio. Seonghwa himself was with the others in the recording studio all evening, and is now looking forward to a good night of sleep. He hopes the others, especially Hongjoong, have gone to bed by now, but he will do a quick check once he brings back the other half of the group.
Busy mentally running through everyone’s location, he doesn’t register what he’s seeing, at first.
Then he focuses on the two naked bodies tangled with each other on the chair by the computer. The chair everyone , including sometimes their managers, uses.
Whatever sound he makes, he’s pretty sure it reaches a pitch that would make Jongho green with envy.
Wooyoung startles so bad he physically flinches, trips over his own jeans, and falls ass first on the floor. Seonghwa is treated to a first row seat of his erection, so he’ll add that to the list of details he never wanted to see.
San is muttering some excuse while stuffing himself back into his pants, and Wooyoung manages to recover a shirt, which he immediately drapes over his lap in an attempt at propriety.
“Seonghwa! What was the scream for?!” Calls Yunho’s voice, and surely enough, he and Mingi are barging in, with matching worried expressions.
“Oh my God, literally couldn’t you have waited five minutes?” Wooyoung hisses, hands in his lap and eyes resolutely pointed to the ceiling.
Yunho, as always, seems to enjoy himself to no end. “Aw, poor Wooyoung, did mommy blue ball you?”
Seonghwa turns to glare at him too. “Not funny! If you knew what I had to witness here-“
Wooyoung scoffs. “Oh, please. Are we supposed to believe you’re what? A virgin? Chaste? Vanilla ? Don’t try me, Park.”
Seonghwa opens his mouth, but he can’t even begin to think of a proper response to that . Even Mingi is snickering, trying unsuccessfully to hide behind Yunho.
He takes a moment to compose himself, while the two miscreants get a hold of some of their clothes.
“Alright. If that’s how you want to play, sure. Let’s play.” He throws a look at the four of them, and is pleased to see them sufficiently worried. “If you’re not all showered and ready to bed like good kids in, say, twenty minutes, you might discover in the morning that tragically, all your clothes have been involved in a laundry accident and are all bleached.”
There’s several gasps.
“Yes, even the Balenciaga. Or the G-Dragon exclusive trainers. Or the plushies. Or the expensive lingerie that most definitely none of you owns, of course.”
“Fuck. Well, Woosan, it’s been a pleasure as always. Dibs on the first shower!” Yunho salutes, and runs out of the door, Mingi hot on his heels.
San is already in motion, pulling Wooyoung up and wrestling him back into his shirt. “Hurry. Up!” He presses. “We’ll just shower together, I’ll get you off while you do my shampoo, come on!”
Seonghwa rolls his eyes. Well, you win some...
4. January 2020 - Answer
San considers him and Wooyoung to be a fairly compatible couple. And by that he means that they’re both dedicated kinky fuckers and love experimenting. Despite that, after more than a year together, they’ve established their routines. For example, San will usually top around three times out of four.
Not today though.
Oh no, today Wooyoung apparently woke up in the morning and decided San’s ass had gone unfucked too long.
And evidently this was planned, because everyone else has suspiciously convenient plans that leave the dorm empty for the whole afternoon.
Not that San has any presence of mind to wonder how exactly Wooyoung arranged this, at the moment.
He’s already come twice, once with Wooyoung’s mouth and another on his fingers, so he was already oversensitive and blissed out when Wooyoung started fucking him.
He’s on his back, legs almost in a full split, Wooyoung holding tight to keep them like that, driving into him so hard the headboard bangs every single time.
San knows he’s making some type of sound, but at this point his entire mind seems filled with static noise, there is nothing but unrelenting pleasure, bordering on too much in that way that makes him feel like he’s going to either go insane or pass out.
“Fuck Sannie, baby, look at you...” Wooyoung praises, rhythm not faltering in the slightest.
Fucking dancers.
“I’m close, babe... You gonna give me another one?” Wooyoung asks.
San thinks he makes a pitiful noise. He doesn’t know whether he’s even hard, everything is too fuzzy and good and words are hard.
Wooyoung laughs, and bends down to kiss him. San does his best to at least try and reciprocate, but his boyfriend seems content doing most of the work. He trails his mouth down to San’s neck, and his thrusts get more erratic as he chases his orgasm.
“Oh, Sannie, you’re so good for me, I-“ He moans, and then Wooyoung’s teeth close over San’s shoulder, hard , and he’s coming, filling San up.
San remembers he has hands and pulls Wooyoung’s face back to him, to kiss him as he rides the aftershocks of his orgasm.
It’s so messy there might be actual spit trailing down his chin, but San couldn’t care less. He takes full advantage of the momentary respite to regain at least some form of coherent thought. Wooyoung lays on his chest, sated for the moment, but he doesn’t seem to have any intention to pull out anytime soon.
“Mmh, baby, you want to go another round?” San asks, half the words mumbled directly in Wooyoung’s mouth.
His boyfriend moans appreciatively, and bites San’s bottom lip, just on the good side of too hard.
“Yeah. You promised me you could come again, didn’t you?” He says, voice laced with the type of confidence that drives San insane, and started this whole thing. Like he’s so certain San would let him do anything he wanted.
And well, Wooyoung’s not exactly wrong.
San doesn’t even waste time with a reply, just repositions his legs around Wooyoung’s waist so that his muscles aren’t straining too much, and tangles his hands more firmly in his boyfriend’s hair, still that bleached blonde that contrasts so nicely with his golden skin.
“Pretty...” San murmurs, and gets rewarded with a kiss.
Wooyoung makes a cute face at him. “Aw, only you would be this adorable with a dick up your ass.”
Suddenly, someone knocks at the door.
They both freeze.
“San?” Calls Mingi’s voice. “You in? I must have left my hoodie in there, it’s probably on Yunho’s bed.”
San and Wooyoung share one panicked look.
Instead of doing anything sensible, Wooyoung just pulls the covers over them.
“Oi, San, you asleep? Please be presentable, I’m coming in!” Mingi says, and the door opens.
Mingi enters the room. He’s got headphones around his neck, and looks engrossed in something on his phone.
San can barely breathe. What is Mingi even doing back at the dorm? He was supposed to stay out late with Yunho and Jongho, spending the day at an arcade or something like that!
He waits there, too mortified to even try and push Wooyoung off him. For his part, his boyfriend is frozen on top of him, dick still inside him.
Mingi throws a look in the direction of San’s bed. Thankfully, the duvet must cover all the compromising bits.
“Oh, are you guys sleeping?” Mingi whispers, and then nods to himself when he receives no answer.
San can feel Wooyoung masking a laugh against his neck.
Mingi doesn’t pay the two of them any more attention, and instead rummages through the pile of clothes Yunho has left laying on his bed until he finds the hoodie he was looking for.
After that, he leaves without a second glance, eyes back to his phone.
After the door shuts, San and Wooyoung remain still for another minute before breaking into giggles.
“Oh my God, I can’t believe you just... let him come in!” San says, poking Wooyoung’s side.
“Shut up, I panicked!” Wooyoung replies. “Also, how are you still hard? Can’t believe Mingi watching was your secret kink all along...”
San can feel his cheeks redden. “Shut up! Is that what you want? For me to think about Mingi while you fuck me?”
Wooyoung’s eyes darken.
“Oh, I doubt you’ll do much thinking, love...”
**
They have an almost free morning, which means that Hongjoong has meetings the whole day and the rest of them are expected to review questions for the upcoming round of interviews and variety shows that are inevitable after a comeback. Mingi is already pre-stressed just thinking about them.
In his quest to avoid interview-related work, he volunteered to mop the living room floor, which almost made Seonghwa tear up in delight. He’s pretty sure he’s been promoted to favourite dongsaeng.
Halfway through his mopping, San pokes his head in.
“How’s it going? We’re about to order early lunch, since Hongjoong might have a break in a bit...” He asks, jumping over the wet floor to sit on one of the armchairs.
Mingi shrugs. “I still have, like, all of the kitchen, and Seonghwa wants me to do a second round with polish, so...”
“Yikes. Coming up with Weekly Idol nonsense sounds much better.” San declares. Mingi personally disagrees, but mopping doesn’t exactly rank much higher on the list.
“I’ll tell the others we’ll just have to have lunch in the practice room.” San says, curling up in the armchair and showing no signs of offering to help.
Mingi doesn’t really fault him. San showed up this morning to breakfast with a very obvious bite mark on his shoulder and a suspicious limp. Seonghwa glared at him and Wooyoung all morning and Jongho bailed to have breakfast in his room.
“So you had a fulfilling evening, I’m assuming?” Mingi asks, delighted when San straight up chokes on nothing.
“Oh my God, you can’t just say stuff like that!”
Mingi smirks at him. “I came to get my hoodie and you and Wooyoung were dead to the world.”
San looks mortified.
Suddenly, Mingi has a terrible thought.
“Because you were, right? Sleeping, I mean.”
San is extremely engrossed in his phone. “Of- of course! You came in the room? I had no idea...” He trails off, ears becoming redder with each word.
Mingi stops mopping.
“You weren’t sleeping at all, were you?”
“Nope.”
Mingi groans. “Do I want to know what I almost got subjected to?”
San looks at him in disbelief, then gestures at the state of his body.
Mingi has to admit, he makes a good point.
“Oh yeah, you apparently got your guts rearranged last night.”
San snorts. “It does wonders for stress, I’ll have you know.”
Mingi can’t help but smile as well. “You know what? Good for you, bro . But let me know if you’re still of the same opinion after practice tonight. That move you need to do when you bend back? Oh, it’s going to be priceless .”
“Fuck off. Next time, I’ll just tell Wooyoung to keep going.”
“On the other hand, Wooyoung did get some practice in for his hip thrusts...”
Mingi has to narrowly avoid San’s shoe that suddenly comes flying at his face, but it’s worth it.
5. July 2020 - Inception, Thanxx
“Sangie, you know I hate doing this.” Hongjoong sighs, pulling Yeosang away from the staff.
“Yeah, I know.” The other says, eyes downcast. He’s not resisting Hongjoong’s grasp, letting himself be dragged to a more private area of their shooting set.
“Then why are you making me do this? Ugh...” Hongjoong mutters.
They’re on set for the Thanxx jacket photos, in some abandoned complex, so it’s not hard to find a secluded area.
“Alright...” Hongjoong starts, then trails off, unsure how to proceed. “If there’s a type of leader I’m never going to be, is the one that tells you what you can and cannot be.”
Yeosang nods.
“This includes letting you make your own shitty decisions, knowing that you can come to me when they backfire. However...” Hongjoong goes to drag a hand through his hair, before remembering they’re braided and styled for the shoot. “However, the way you behaved with that stylist... That’s not acceptable.”
Yeosang nods, apparently unfazed by the reprimand. “I’m aware. I should have just come to you instead of exploding like that, but Hongjoong... I wasn’t throwing a fit about the styling.”
Hongjoong raises an eyebrow, sceptical. “You weren’t?”
“No. I heard her comment...” Yeosang looks around, making sure nobody else is listening in on the conversation. “She and another member of the staff were out of line. I don’t care how old or experienced they are, or how much decisional power is up to them, we are also owed some respect.”
He says all of this calmly, unlike his outburst on set. His vitriolic insults shocked the staff to the point where they had to ask Hongjoong to intervene.
“You felt disrespected?” Hongjoong asks, still vary. Yeosang should know they’re still not in a place where they can question things like their outfit or makeup, despite how much they’d like to, sometimes. Even Hongjoong himself has to fight tooth and nail to get some of his personal pieces included in the stage costumes.
Yeosang shakes his head. “Not me. They were talking about Wooyoungie.”
It’s like the mood shifts completely.
Hongjoong’s mouth snaps shut, any disbelief gone from his face.
“Did Wooyoung hear?” He asks.
“Nah. He’s off with San somewhere.”
Hongjoong makes a face. Thankfully all the staff signs non-disclosure agreements. “Is what the stylists said... related to him and San?”
“God, I fucking wish they’d try and get a homophobic comment in with San present.” Yeosang hisses, eyes narrowing. “He’d fucking kick their teeth in.”
“Yeosang...” Hongjoong interrupts, but doesn’t disagree.
“The comment was about his looks, that’s why I went off like that. I figured I didn’t care if everyone thought I was being a diva, as long as those two got pulled out of the set.”
Yeosang looks at him defiantly now, almost daring him to ask for more details, about what specifically was said to make Yeosang, one of the more rational of them, lose his temper like that.
Hongjoong thinks he has a pretty decent idea.
Wooyoung’s been under heavy pressure from their management lately. He’s on a pretty strict diet, and while Hongjoog really wants to believe that it will be what’s best for his image, it’s hard to see him struggle and doubt himself.
Ateez as a whole is not pleased with this outcome. And Yeosang, in particular, can be downright vicious when it comes to his best friend’s well-being.
He levels Yeosang with a look. “If anyone asks, I chewed you out about being rude to the stylists.”
Yeosang nods, with only the hints of a smile betraying his real mood. “It was ruthless and I almost cried. I’m sure to never do it again.”
Hongjoong returns the smile. “Yeah, I’m the worst. Now come on, let’s retrieve the two lovebirds and get back on set.”
They find Wooyoung laying against a dilapidated section of wall, bricks coming up to his waist.
Hongjoong frowns. “That’s odd. Where is San?”
Yeosang throws him a pitying look. “Oh, how I envy your innocence, fearless leader.” Then he turns to Wooyoung, and yells: “Oi, you freaks!”
Wooyoung startles badly, holding on to the wall. He’s flushed, and clearly embarrassed. His hands go to his waist, obscured behind the bricks.
Hongjoong sighs, putting his face in his hands in despair.
“Wooyoung, is San currently on his knees behind the wall?” He asks, still refusing to look.
“No?” Answers San’s voice from behind the wall.
Wooyoung clearly kicks him, and there’s a groan of pain.
Yeosang snickers. “I’m not even fazed anymore. I can’t see their dicks, I count it as a win.”
“You would be lucky to see my dick!” Wooyoung hollers, and Hongjoong makes the mistake of looking up right as he finishes zipping up his jeans.
San’s head pops up from behind the wall. “Hey, you guys! Is everything alright on set?”
Yeosang and Hongjoong exchange a look.
“Yup, all good. You two sex maniacs should probably come back though!” Hongjoong replies.
**
“Did you see the controversy online?” Seonghwa asks, clearly worried. “They’re thinking about reworking some of your shots because of the styling...”
Hongjoong nods, tense. The whole situation is complicated, especially because they’ll have absolutely no say in the company’s reaction to the (valid) complaints made by the fans.
Yeosang enters the room, with the most serene and innocent expression on his face. Hongjoong is immediately suspicious.
“This whole scandal is quite worrying, isn’t it?” He asks, voice completely unaffected.
“Hey, don’t act like that, it could seriously impact us.” Yunho cuts him off, serious and reliable when it’s needed.
“Oh, I know.” Yeosang replies, still perfectly composed. “Though I think it would help if we could, I don’t know, suggest changes in the styling staff. To avoid mistakes such as this one happening again, you know?”
Hongjoong almost outright gapes at him. That’s fucking Machiavellian. There’s no way that’s ethical, not in the slightest.
He throws a look at Wooyoung, cuddled on the couch and trying to steal fries from Jongho, complaining about how hungry he is.
Well .
“You know what? I do think it would help.”
6. October 2020 - Black Cat Nero, Port Of Call
Wooyoung pushes San down on the practice mat, and immediately crawls over him, enjoying the way his boyfriend looks up at him with an adoring expression. There’s still red lipstick smeared all over his mouth, along with the fake bloody scratches.
“You look so good, there’s no way I’m letting you go without getting that mouth on me.” Wooyoung declares, and brings a finger to San’s lips, stopping just before touching them. San surges up to suck the finger in his mouth, but Wooyoung pulls away.
“Ah ah ah, naughty kitty. Did I say you could?”
San pouts, and Wooyoung rewards him by sitting up on his haunches, ass firmly on San’s dick, and starts unbuttoning his shirt.
Neither has changed out of their performance outfits, and that’s by design. Wooyoung took advantage as soon as a break was called during dress rehearsal for Port of Call. They have half an hour, at best, and Wooyoung plans to spend it in a random backstage room ruining San’s stage makeup.
The last time he got San in his sexy cat getup they were in the middle of fucking nowhere, literally in an honest-to-God graveyard, and it was so cold the thought of undressing was unfathomable.
San moans appreciatively as Wooyoung reveals more skin, and Wooyoung can’t help but preen.
“Slutty werecat is a good look on you too, baby.” San drawls, and his hands go straight to Wooyoung’s ass.
Wooyoung flips his fringe off his eyes. “Oh, I’m aware, thanks.”
With a devilish smirk, San reverses their positions, so that he’s the one looming over Wooyoung.
“You said you wanted my mouth on you? Any preferences?” He asks, then bends down to lick a stripe from Wooyoung’s neck up to cheek.
“I’m open to suggestions.”
San hums, pleased, and pretends to think about it. Then, abruptly, he turns Wooyoung around, so that he’s laying on his front on the mat.
“I’ll probably have to peel you out of these pants...” San comments, then gives his ass a loud smack. “On your knees, pretty please.”
“Well, you did say please...” Wooyoung can’t help but comment.
San huffs. “Ah, yes, I’m sure getting your ass eaten is a real chore...”
Wooyoung turns back to stick his tongue out at him, then joins in on the effort of unbuttoning and pulling down his (quite tight) pants.
San wastes no time grabbing a cheek and squeezing appreciatively. Then he presses a loud kiss on it, undoubtedly leaving a lipstick print.
“Fuck, I kinda want to take a picture of this...” He murmurs.
Wooyoung makes an indignant noise.
San chuckles, but thankfully stops teasing.
He still starts slow, with long licks, and a hand to Wooyoung’s dick to get him all the way hard, then, like it always happens, he starts having fun with it, spitting on Wooyoung’s hole and making a mess, tongue pushing in.
Wooyoung is pretty sure he is actually mewling .
“Babe, you’re so wet...” San comments with wonder, like he wasn’t the one to do it. “Almost a literal greedy pussy .”
Wooyoung would protest, but San chooses that moment to push a finger inside, finding almost no resistance, so instead his focus goes to not collapsing face first on the mat.
But San doesn’t relent. “Are you, mmh? Greedy for it?”
Wooyoung gives up on his elbows. “Yeah. Fuck, Sannie, I wish you could fuck me...”
San redoubles his efforts, mouth making a truly obscene squelching sound as he works a second finger alongside his tongue.
“Can you come on just my tongue?” He asks, pausing again.
Wooyoung groans. “Fuck. Maybe?”
“I think you can.” San states, and stops stroking his cock.
His fingers start driving in with purpose, and Wooyoung has to bite on his shirt to avoid getting the kind of loud that would definitely alert the others. San knows him too well by this point, has memorised all the tricks and spots that drive him absolutely insane. His fingers are hitting his prostate dead on with every thrust, and Wooyoung can feel himself getting close to coming.
“Baby,” San moans, without pulling his mouth away, sending vibrations all over Wooyoung’s body. “Baby, I’m close too.”
The idea of San getting this worked up just by rimming him might be the thing that pulls him over the edge.
He comes, untouched, spilling all over the mat and possibly his shirt as well. San doesn’t stop, keeps abusing his sweet spot until it gets too much and Wooyoung is whining, knees collapsing as well.
“Fuck, any chances I can come on your ass?” San asks, like there’s any possibility Wooyoung will deny him literally anything after he’s made him come this hard.
“Mmh,” is his answer, which must be enough, because mere seconds later he feels San’s come hit his ass and sensitive hole.
Then San’s face appears in his field of vision, his boyfriend throwing himself on the mat next to him. As planned, his makeup is completely ruined, lipstick smeared all over.
The little deviant brings his hand up, covered in come. “Kitty, wanna lick?”
“Fuck off.”
Someone clears his throat. “Oh, good, does that mean you’re done?”
Wooyoung sits up so fast he almost passes out.
Yunho waves from the sofa on the other side of the room, completely unbothered.
“Wha- how long have you been there?!” He yells, struggling to put his pants back on, despite the mess of come currently on his body. Next to him, San seems to be frozen in shock.
Yunho hums. “Since a little before ‘greedy pussy’, I think. But don’t worry, I had AirPods on for most of it!”
Wooyoung gapes, at a complete loss for words.
“I’m not even mad. I would also want a front row seat to your ass being eaten.” San says, apparently over his shock.
Wooyoung doesn’t have time for this. Yunho doesn’t even look like he was affected by them in any way: he’s sitting there completely at ease, with a game of something open on his phone, like he was simply enjoying their break.
“Does this mean me and Wooyoung can now fuck in our room?” San asks, and Wooyoung pushes him back down on the mat.
“Am I supposed to believe you didn’t fuck in the room?” Yunho asks.
“Not with you present!” Wooyoung argues. “Not awake, at least.”
“Oh yeah, because you’re so good at being quiet while fucking.” Yunho scoffs. “Come on, we’re supposed to run through Wonderland in about...” He checks his phone. “Three minutes, fuck. I’ll get you a replacement shirt, Wooyoungie.”
Wooyoung is too tired to process the interaction as a whole. “Thanks?”
Once Yunho is out of the room, Wooyoung turns to San, who is zipping his pants back up. “Did we accidentally acclimate Yunho to us fucking?”
“Is it bad that I think it’s kind of hot?”
“Ugh, of course you would!”
7. 불놀이야 - March 2021
When Wooyoung is unceremoniously slammed against the wall of the dressing room, he’s not surprised.
After all, this was the intended outcome when, right before their Fireworks performance, he’d shown San a glimpse of what he was wearing under his stage clothes: black lace, and a whole lot of it, crisscrossing across his body and highlighting the soft curves all the way down to the garter belts hooked into the matching thigh highs hidden under his leather pants.
San’s eyes had bulged so hard he’d looked like a cartoon character, and Wooyoung has to commend him for how professional he was on stage. Actually, Wooyoung’s revelation might even have helped his stage presence.
So all in all Wooyoung wasn’t particularly surprised when San had asked for a second dressing room. Though now they owe Yeosang a favour, and who knows what he’ll demand in return...
Still, Wooyoung’s current priority is not Yeosang, but his boyfriend, currently busy with the difficult choice of deciding whether to keep grinding against him or pause to undress him.
“Well, Sannie? Don’t you want to unwrap your present?” Wooyoung teases, and San moans, low and full of promises.
San steps away from him for the time necessary to get them both out of their stage outfits as quickly as possible, but he has to pause as Wooyoung’s body is revealed.
“Fuck, you look so hot.” He praises, hands going to caress Wooyoung’s skin, following the strips of lace.
Wooyoung fakes a pout. “That’s it? I risk wearing a custom made bodysuit on stage and all you have to offer is hot ?”
San’s reaction is immediate: he falls to his knees, lips kissing up one of the garter belt straps, up to Wooyoung’s hip.
“Baby, you’re divine .” He groans, mouth against Wooyoung’s skin. “Literally never in my wildest teenage dream I ever imagined I could get someone like you.”
“Mmh, getting better...” Wooyoung says, and slides his other leg over San’s shoulder, revelling in how San visibly shudders as the see-through material of Wooyoung’s thigh high slides over his skin.
“Wooyoungie, dressed like that, you could ask me to kill a man and I wouldn’t even hesitate.” San rambles, hands going to grip Wooyoung’s hips, fingers sliding inside the fabric.
Wooyoung huffs a laugh. “How about you fuck me against this wall instead? Without taking off my panties...”
San makes a wounded noise, and scrambles on his feet.
**
Jongho opens the door to their dressing room.
“Fucking hell!”
Jongho closes the door to their dressing room, and leans his face against it.
“ Why me .”
Hongjoong passes by, drenched in sweat and still wearing stage clothes. “Oh? We’re in room 305, didn’t we tell you we swapped?”
Jongho mutters something angry and indistinct against the door. Hongjoong doesn’t pay him any more attention, and Jongho can hear him continuing his way.
“Is everything alright?” Asks Seonghwa’s voice.
“I left my phone in there.” Jongho answers, and finally turns around, finding Seonghwa towelling his hair dry, and Yunho right behind him, also still in his stage clothes, texting furiously.
Seonghwa frowns sympathetically. “Was it really bad?”
“Wooyoung brought the fancy panties.” Jongho can feel himself blush just saying those words.
Yunho hums, thoughtful. “It can’t be comfortable dancing with all those frills.”
Seonghwa turns to him quizzically. “Surely it can’t be any harder than a regular harness? We have those on a lot, and that’s leather. I’m sure lace is way less constricting.”
Jongho is ready to give his first born to whichever entity lets him change the conversation topic. “Are we actually discussing our friend’s underwear preferences?” He whines.
Seonghwa shrugs. “Maybe if you helped with the laundry once in your life you wouldn’t be so shocked at the sight of a thong.”
“Or, you know, you could get laid.” Yunho adds, waggling his eyebrows.
Jongho huffs.
“I still can’t believe none of the stylists said anything about that getup. They must have seen it!”
Seonghwa’s face sours. “I think someone was going to comment, but Hongjoong intercepted them. Apparently he has some type of agreement...”
Jongho gets the impression that it’s better not to press the topic.
“Do you want me to get your phone?” Yunho asks, sounding like he actually means it.
Jongho looks at him like he’s a maniac, because what the hell ?!
“You do realise they’re fucking in there, yes? Like, Wooyoung held against a wall and San going to town type of fucking?”
Yunho laughs. “You’re horrified yet still manage to sound impressed at San’s strength.”
Jongho feels called out. “Listen, it does require good coordination and, like, it’s all in the arms, since...” He pauses. Yunho is looking at him indulgently. “Well, since other muscles are otherwise occupied.” He finishes, words rushed, and blush still firmly in place.
“Regardless of who is being fucked against which surface, they couldn’t give less of a damn if I went in and got your phone.” Yunho says.
To Jongho’s astonishment, Seonghwa nods.
“Yeah, though I wish they’d remember to lock the door. What if they’re caught by one of our sunbaenim?”
Jongho honestly wishes they had different priorities. Like, collectively. As a group.
“I’m moving out. Who’s here that I can apply with?” Jongho looks around, spotting a familiar face at the end of the corridor of dressing rooms. “There we go, maybe ONF will take me in. Surely they don’t spend backstages discussing panties!”
Seonghwa chuckles, giving him one of his worst condescending smiles. “Oh, Jongho, really? ONF?” He exchanges a look with Yunho, who looks like he’s having the time of his life.
Jongho can only watch in horror as Yunho turns to the idol he saw earlier. “Oi, Changyoon!”
Changyoon turns and smiles at them. He walks over, and they exchange the obligatory pleasantries. They’ve been on good terms with ONF since their shared Mixnine days, and it’s nice to have people they get along with during music show promotions.
“So, how’s it going? I still haven’t managed to congratulate you guys for your win the other day!” Yunho says, then throws a pointed look at Jongho.
He has no idea what Yunho, and maybe Seonghwa, are plotting, but he knows it’ll be some kind of joke at his expense for saying he wanted to join ONF.
“Oh God, yeah, I can’t believe I just burst out crying like that...” Changyoon is saying. “And like, we were already planning to go out because of the anniversary, so it was a double celebration...”
“What anniversary?” Jongho blurts out. He knows Changyoon can’t be referring to their group's debut date.
Changyoon doesn’t seem annoyed by the interruption. “Oh you know, Hyojin and Seungjun’s! Fourteen years, yuck. I feel old...” He chuckles.
Jongho tries to do the math. The leaders of ONF have been together for how long ? That can’t be right.
“Fourteen years ago is when they met.” Seonghwa murmurs under his breath. “Can you imagine our Woosan in twelve years?”
Jongho pales. So, not applying to ONF it is.
“So yeah, we were originally planning to leave them alone and go out for dinner, but instead we all went out, and the romantic evening got postponed.” Changyoon explains.
He doesn’t seem annoyed by the idea of being sexiled out of his own house, but Jongho assumes that after that amount of years, you have to get used to it.
God, he really doesn’t want to get used to it.
They say goodbye to Changyoon, who gets back to his own dressing room.
“Still want to desert us for ONF?” Yunho asks, with an irritating smirk.
“Oh, fuck off. With Kingdom coming up, I’m sure I’ll find someone willing to adopt me.” Jongho replies, puffing up his chest in defiance.
Unfortunately, that’s exactly when the door behind him swings open, and Jongho stumbles back, right in San’s arms.
“Whoops! Careful there!” San says, catching him with ease.
Stupid fucking martial arts strength.
Jongho frees himself from San to throw a glare at the couple. Thankfully, they look decent.
Well, for Woosan standards. San is only wearing the purple jacket from his stage outfit, underpiece lost somewhere, and while Wooyoung is back into casual clothes, his jeans sit a little too low on his hips, revealing black lace.
“Why are you all right in front of the door?” Wooyoung asks.
“Because you didn’t fucking lock it!” Jongho hisses. “Also, my phone is still in there!”
“Oh, yeah, sorry about that.” San says, and fishes Jongho’s phone out of his pockets. An empty condom wrapper also falls out. “Whoops...”
“Yeah, fuck that, I’m moving out.”
8. May 2021 - Kingdom: Legendary War
“Wait for us, Bin! There’s no need to be in such a hurry...” Chan is saying, but Changbin doesn’t pay him any attention, instead continuing his way to Ateez’s dressing room.
Chan and Jisung are not far behind anyway, Jisung still dabbing his face with a makeup remover wipe.
“You guys don’t need to come in the first place...” Changbin comments, and almost collides face first with Seonghwa.
“Oh!” The taller man exclaims, steadying him. Jesus, he’s tall. Also, is that what he looks like with no makeup on? Fucking unfair. “Hello, you three. Coming to plan for the collaboration stages already?”
Chan, who has caught up with him, greets Seonghwa properly. “Hi! Actually, Changbin just wanted to ask Wooyoung out for lunch, and I thought why not make it a brainstorming session?”
Seonghwa hums. “Yeah, sure... You’ll want to talk to Hongjoong, I’m assuming. He’s in the viewing room with the others.”
“Wooyoung too?” Changbin asks, determined to ignore Chan’s micromanaging tendencies and simply ask his friend out for a bowl of noodles.
Seonghwa pouts. It’s a pretty effective pout. Changbin can hear Jisung muffle a gasp.
“No, he’s still in the dressing room. Not everyone is done changing.”
Changbin nods. He’ll just go and ask Wooyoung before Chan can start roping everyone into a full scale work meeting.
“Wait, I don’t-“ Seonghwa starts to say, but Changbin ignores him, walks to the door of the dressing room and knocks.
There’s a dull thud and a groan of pain, then the door opens a tiny fraction, revealing Wooyoung’s eye, and not much else.
“Yunho, when you asked me if we were nearly done and I said I’m coming!, I really didn’t mean coming out of the room, see?” Wooyoung says, then he seems to realise who’s in front of him.
Changbin just knows his face is scarlet.
“Binnie! Oh my God, I’m so sorry!” Wooyoung turns back to the inside of the room and hisses: “San, it’s Changbin, get me a fucking pair of pants!”
Changbin is extremely thankful for how little he can see of his friend at the moment. “No worries,” he mutters, completely out of depth on how he should react. This is not something that usually happens in Stray Kids.
“Take your time, I... I’ll just wait in the other room.” He turns around without letting Wooyoung answer, and is about to join the others in the viewing room, which is what they’ve named the room with sofas where the groups are confined during filming.
However, he finds Hongjoong coming right for the dressing room.
“Oh, I think actually-“ he starts, not wanting Hongjoong to also get an eyeful, but trying to not get his friend in trouble with his leader.
Hongjoong just smirks at him. “Yeah, I’m aware.” He pounds on the door. “Oi, you miscreants! Out, this instant! We’re having a joint planning session!”
The door opens fully, and an out of breath Wooyoung steps out, wearing a pair of jeans and literally nothing else. There’s a distinct lipstick stain on his neck, along with a littering of red marks. His hair is a bird’s nest, no doubt from someone messing with it despite tons of hairspray.
Changbin decides to look at the floor. Such interesting linoleum!
“There, I’m out. San’s... uhh, washing his... hands .” Wooyoung says, blatantly lying, and Changbin risks a look at his face. He does look apologetic, cheeks pink in embarrassment.
Hongjoong doesn’t seem particularly angry, or worried about staff finding them like that, just a little annoyed at the delay, maybe, but mainly long-suffering.
Changbin internally balks: is this a normal occurrence in Ateez?!
San also appears, also shirtless, in sweatpants and flip-flops. He looks a little better, because he appears to have removed most of his stage makeup ( he was the one wearing lipstick) and his hair is slightly less of a lost cause.
“You know what? I’ll take it.” Hongjoong declares, and ushers them in the direction of the viewing room.
Changbin takes back all and any positive comments about San’s appearance when the man turns his back to him, revealing a double set of scratches that start at his shoulder blades and disappear into his pants.
“Jesus, Wooyoung, trim your fucking nails, you’re filleting your boyfriend...” Changbin can’t help but comment under his breath. Wooyoung barks out a laugh, and turns to grin at him. The awkward tension lifts, and Changbin returns the smile.
“Here, sorry for the delay!” Hongjoong announces, and goes to sit next to Chan.
Changbin watches as his leader takes in the condition of San and Wooyoung.
“Oh, huh... there was no need to rush them...” Chan mutters, disconcerted by the state of the couple. He looks like he doesn’t even know how to react.
To Changbin’s absolute delight, there’s an empty space on the sofa right next to where Jisung is sitting, so that’s where San settles, Wooyoung immediately claiming his lap.
Jisung stares at the both of them with a comically shocked expression.
“Is everything alright?” San asks, looking genuinely concerned for Jisung’s well-being.
“Nope.” Jisung replies, automatically, then he seems to realise his mistake as Wooyoung also turns to him, putting a hand on his shoulder.
“Did we do anything wrong?” Wooyoung asks, and Changbin knows his friend well enough to know he’s genuinely unaware that he looks ridiculously well-fucked.
San’s eyes narrow at Jisung, expression souring. Changbin is ready to intervene: the last thing they need is a misunderstanding where San and Wooyoung think Jisung is homophobic!
“Ah, no, of course!” Jisung replies immediately. “Who wouldn’t be celebrating after a win like that? And clearly... You were…” He gives the two a less than subtle once-over, then he seems to catch himself, and springs to his feet.
Cheeks aflame, Jisung fakes a laugh, and awkwardly offers Wooyoung one of his makeup wipes, of all things. Wooyoung, baffled, accepts, and Changbin muffles a laugh under his breath.
After that, Jisung seems unable to take the embarrassment, because he gives a quick bow to the rest of Ateez and straight up walks out.
Chan, ears so red they might match Seonghwa’s hair, looks back between the door and Hongjoong, who’s calmly waiting for him to start the meeting.
After an awkward pause, Chan sighs. “Actually, I should probably see what that was about, while you…” He gestures vaguely to Hongjoong, and then to the couple still cuddled on the sofa. “After all, Changbing just wanted to ask about lunch…”
Changbin levels him with a look. So now he’s fine with not discussing work? Maybe Changbin could try to also show up to unwanted meetings shirtless...
“If we’re all going to lunch, we might as well plan a little,” interjects Yunho, who appears completely unaffected by the awkwardness. “Because there’s a lot of us, we should start thinking about assigning roles...” Yunho looks at him and Chan with a calculating gaze. “Is Minho coming? What about Felix?”
Almost on cue, Felix’s head appears in the doorway. “What’s taking you all so long?”
Wooyoung perks up and smiles at the younger. “Lixie! You’re coming with us!”
Felix throws a vary look at him and San, then he turns to Chan.
“We’re discussing the unit stages!” The leader assures hastily.
Felix doesn’t seem convinced. “...Sure you are.”
Wooyoung gives him a feral grin. “Oh, we have ideas for you, don’t we Sannie?”
Changbin is going to ask approximately zero questions.
“So, noodles, anyone? Please ?”