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Woonhak is frustrated.

The reason? Myung Jaehyun. Now, Jaehyun hasn't necessarily done anything wrong— in fact, he's kinda been the perfect leader lately, from an objective view point. He's been patient with his members, he's working hard, not shying away from the difficult conversations. The problem, Woonhak thinks, lies in his treatment of himself.

See, ever since they were trainees, Jaehyun's always put himself last. His best traits, (generous, empathetic, self sacrificing) are also the things that make Woonhak worry. If he's always taking care of of others, putting the things he wants last, giving everything he has, then what will he have left?

A large portion of Woonhak's days are dedicated to worrying about Jaehyun, while Jaehyun worries about everyone else. It's a careful dance he committed himself to many years ago— he follows Jaehyun like a shadow, watches for the signs of exhaustion start to set into his features, and tries his best to balance the scales.

The moment Jaehyun's eyebrows start to furrow, and his jaw begins to tighten, and his fingers twitch on his own knees, Woonhak is there. Always has been, and always will be, it's just... his words and hugs don't really seem to be working anymore. He needs to find a new angle.

Today is the kind of day that just drags. They filmed a schedule in the morning, and they've been shoved into the studio ever since then. One by one everyone's gone home until it's just him and Jaehyun remaining; the air in here is stuffy, and the little fan in the corner does very little to help. Jaehyun's been particularly on edge for the last couple of hours, and a combination of stress and not being happy with the song they've been picking at means that there's a tension in his shoulders that Woonhak aches to ease.

(There's an urge somewhere in Woonhak's subconscious. He imagines himself settling a hand right over Jaehyun's spine, fingers splayed across the broadness of his back, pressing into his muscle until he relaxes under Woonhak's touch. He wonders if Jaehyun would lean into it or draw away. If he'd sigh in contentment or flinch.)

"Can we take a break, hyung?" Woonhak asks. He's sat on the floor currently, behind Jaehyun in his chair, only able to see a sliver of his face from this angle. What he can see is sharply lit by a white glow emanating from the laptop screen he practically has his nose pressed to. Jaehyun doesn't respond, so Woonhak lets a whinier tone slip into his voice. "Hyuuuung—"

Jaehyun hears him this time, sitting up straighter and spinning his chair around. "Hm?"

"Break time?"

Jaehyun frowns a little and drags a hand through his hair. "Ah, I don't know, I feel like I should finish this verse at the least—uh, you should take a break though, Woonhak-ah!"

Woonhak huffs. He tilts his head back until it makes a soft thud on the wall and juts his bottom lip out, just enough. "Jaehyunie-hyung."

"Okay okay," Jaehyun concedes. Then, a bit sheepishly, "Sorry. I know I've probably been stressing you out a little…hyung just wants to get this right."

Woonhak softens a bit. "I know you do. I think you'll do better with a break, though, really. I'm—I've been a be worried about you lately."

This makes Jaehyun's brows crease. "You don't have to—"

"Don't say that," Woonhak gently interrupts. "I know you think I don't have to, but I do worry. I'm entitled to worry."

Jaehyun laughs a bit then. "Yeah, you're right Woonhak-ah."

"I think you need to take care of yourself more. You've been holding onto too much tension and anger, I wish you would talk about it with me." Woonhak knows that the only way to get Jaehyun to really listen to him about stuff like this is to approach it directly and without dancing around it. It'll take a while, but Woonhak will make him hear.

"It's…I don't know how to talk about it, honestly. It's not something I feel like I can form into words, and I don't wanna burden you with that either, so—"

"You don't," Woonhak interjects again, firmer. He shifts until he's on his knees instead of sat down, and he shuffles closer even if it feels a bit awkward. He takes one of Jaehyun's hands in his own and looks right into his eyes. "How many times do I have to tell you that I want to shoulder that burden with you? That I'd do anything to make it easier for you?"

Jaehyun looks a bit startled, perhaps at the intensity of the words, or the suddenness of Woonhak's closeness— it hits Woonhak in that moment as well that he's quite literally kneeling at Jaehyun's feet, and it makes his ears burn a bit, but he doesn't back away. He decides to continue talking so embarrassment doesn't eat him alive. "Hyung, I think you'd feel better if you just let me help you somehow. If you can't talk about it then—I don't know, we can scream. Or break something, I don't know!"

Jaehyun laughs again, amused and a bit unhinged. "Woonhak, you-"

"I'm serious! Anything you think, anything you need, you could—you could take it out on me if you wanted, I don't care," it slips out before Woonhak can really consider what it means, what he's implying. He watches Jaehyun's face shift, his expression flicker. Confusion, but also intrigue. Woonhak latches onto the latter like a loose thread he can yank. He just needs Jaehyun to unravel. "Seriously, like—Remember closer to debut, when we fought?"

"And you said we should never fight physically," Jaehyun mutters. Woonhak presses his lips together.

"Well, yes, but this wouldn't be that. My cousin growing up, he was just like, a year older than me, and when we were kids we would play fight all the time. If one of us had too much energy, we'd be told to just fight it out; it was never about us fighting, it was just.. the emotional release, I guess? An outlet."

Jaehyun doesn't look convinced. "Woonhak-ah, I would never want to hurt you. I don't think it's worth even risking-"

"Isn't that for me to decide?" Woonhak interjects. He's stubborn, he won't let this go so quickly. "I've done it with Dongmin."

To this, Jaehyun's face twists— just a bit, barely noticeable, but Woonhak can tell, because he knows him. "Done…fighting?"

"Play fighting," Woonhak cuts dryly. "Like, wrestling basically. I dunno, it helped, I think? He seemed to feel better after."

(What he doesn't say to Jaehyun in that moment, is how Woonhak felt after.

It was a year or so ago when him and Dongmin 'fought', so Woonhak had even less muscle mass than he does now. Dongmin had flipped them around in a flash, and suddenly Woonhak was under him, and wide eyed, and incredibly turned on. Luckily, he didn't actually get hard enough to be noticeable, because Dongmin is a little shit and had started prodding at his sides with his fingers.

He won't say this for a few reasons. For one, it's an incredibly embarrassing thing to admit; he's not even sure how he'd phrase it, if he's honest. 'Getting roughed up is enjoyable to me' sounds like it would make Jaehyun sign him up for a company mental health evaluation. 'I want it' is even worse.)

"I'm not sure about this, Woonhak," Jaehyun says slowly. He squeezes Woonhak's hand and clears his throat. "But I'll think about it, okay?"

Woonhak deflates a bit, but nods even so. "Okay. Please do," he retracts his hand. Flutters his eyes. "Seriously, think about it."

⟢

Woonhak gets a knock on his door, about a week and a half later, at twelve-thirty in the morning. He's sitting in the dimmed lamplight of his room on his phone, doing absolutely nothing, and it's wonderful. He recognizes the knock as Jaehyun's immediately; the rhythm, the weight of his knuckles, it's a dead giveaway.

"Come in, hyung," he calls out, loud enough for him to hear but not enough to bother Donghyun in case he's already dozed off, (which, Woonhak doubts.)

"Donghyun went upstairs," is the first thing out of Jaehyun's mouth when he steps into his room. Woonhak blinks. Oh.

"Probably to see Sanghyuk-hyung," Woonhak deadpans, and Jaehyun snickers.

"Yeah, probably," and then he trails off. Stuffs his hands into the pockets of his joggers and looks around Woonhak's room like it's first time in it. It isn't.

Woonhak sets his phone down and leans a little more upright against the wall. He's on his bed the short way, so his feet hang off, and he pulls them back onto the mattress so he can rest his arms on his bent knees. "Are… you okay?"

Jaehyun looks at him, a little startled, which Woonhak finds a tad amusing considering he's the one who came in here. "I—Yeah! Yeah, hyung's fine, I'm just…I'm.."

Woonhak blinks again, harder, like him seeing Jaehyun a bit more clearly will make his thoughts form quicker in his head. "…You're..?"

"Hang on," Jaehyun whines, and his hands leave his pockets, which Woonhak would take as a good sign if he wasn't now pacing back and forth in the empty space of Woonhak's room. "Let me just…get my thoughts together. I had a whole thing I was gonna say and then I just lost it the moment I actually got in here.."

"Okay okay," Woonhak snorts, "I'm waiting, I'm patient."

Jaehyun paces a bit more, and then sits on the edge of Woonhak's bed. He drags his hands down his face, and groans, and then finally he seems ready, turning towards Woonhak and letting out a stuttering exhale. "I've been thinking about.. what you said."

Woonhak knows exactly what he means. "What do you mean?"

Jaehyun flushes. "You— the whole, fighting-play-fighting thing, you know!"

"Oh," Woonhak's mouth twitches into a smile. "Yeah, yeah I know. You were thinking about it? Does that mean you're in?"

"I don't know," Jaehyun winces, "I mean, I think I am? It scares me though, Woonhak-ah, I really don't wanna hurt you or-"

"Hyunie-hyung, I promise you that I wouldn't offer anything that I feel like I couldn't handle."

Jaehyun's mouth closes. He nods, just once, but he looks like he has more to say, so Woonhak stays silent for a moment. He watches Jaheyun's eyes flicker down, and his tongue press against the inside of his cheek. Woonhak is antsy. He's craving a lot of things that he's not yet guaranteed, so he knows he should be careful not to get ahead of himself, but at the same time.. it's rare for Jaehyun not to give him what he wants. And he wants so much.

"Do we.. need some sort of safe word?"

Woonhak lets out a small, breathless laugh. "If I want you to stop, I'll tell you to stop. But hyung, I really think you're underestimating how much I can take."

Jaehyun's expression does that thing again, his eyes fluttering and his jaw clenching. "Okay. I believe you."

"Great!" Woonhak pushes himself a bit closer to Jaehyun and tries to make sure he doesn't look too excited. "Should we try it out? Like, a test run or something?" Great, yeah, very cool Woonhak, not overeager at all.

One of Jaehyun's eyebrows quirks up and a whisper of a smirk finds his face. "Test run?"

Woonhak scrambles up and grabs a shirt from his floor, throwing it in the general direction of his hamper. He motions to the large rug he's laid out that spans over most of the empty space in his room. It's shaggy and plush enough to be pleasant to walk on, so he feels like being pinned against it wouldn't be too bad. "Good, yeah? We can try it here, if you want?"

Jaehyun stands slowly and wipes his hands on the front of his shirt. Woonhak wonders if he's nervous.

"How do we even start?"

Woonhak purses his lips together. It's a fair question. "Uh, well, with Dongmin we just kinda started wrestling?"

He swears he sees Jaehyun roll his eyes. "Right, okay, well…let's start then?"

Woonhak has to force away a grin. He steps forward, hand circling one of Jaehyun's forearms so he can pull him more onto the rug. Jaehyun just stares at him, and Woonhak falters a bit. With Dongmin, Woonhak didn't have to make the first move, because before he could even think to there were excited hands pushing at his shoulders.

That seems fitting enough. Woonhak reaches out and grabs onto Jaehyun shoulders, pushing him back a bit, and Jaehyun clearly wasn't expecting it, because he stumbles and nearly topples backwards. Luckily he responds fairly quickly, righting his balance and grabbing Woonhak back.

Fingers pressing into his biceps is all Woonhak needs for his pulse to quicken, for a shiver to creep up his spine. He nods for Jaehyun to continue, shoving at him a bit, hoping that his own enthusiasm will spur him on further. Luckily it seems to work and Jaehyun pushes back, undoing the steps Woonhak had made him take.

"Still fine?" Jaehyun asks when Woonhak strains against his grip. He has no fucking idea.

"Very fine," Woonhak assures, much too fast to be anything but entirely honest. "I think we should get lower, it.. makes it easier for us to move around."

Jaehyun blinks but he comes with Woonhak as he lowers himself down. They're both on their knees now, hands still latched onto each other, but before Woonhak can make a move of his own Jaehyun is beating him to it. His arm wraps around Woonhak's waist, hand pressing into the small of his back while his other shoves his shoulder back.

Woonhak gasps at the suddenness, but he lets himself go limp so he's easily forced onto his back. Jaehyun's eyes widen when Woonhak pulls him down too, fingers twisting into he fabric of his shirt. One of his legs shifts to hook around Jaehyun's hip.

"Woonhak-ah-"

He doesn't let Jaehyun finish whatever thought he had, he shoves at Jaehyun's chest, the heel of his foot keeping his hips in place so Jaehyun can't actually be pushed too far. He feels like maybe he should be ashamed of the blatant desperation of his own actions, but he can't really help it. He's drowning in his own want, he feels drunk off it. Woonhak's next push is at Jaehyun's face, and that seems to do the trick, because Jaehyun scoffs and grabs one of his wrists, hard.

With a grin Woonhak tries to yank away from Jaehyun's grip, but it doesn't work, Jaehyun is stronger, and he forces his entire arm down and against the floor. Woonhak's breath hitches, and he makes a noise, a small one, but a pathetic one, one that makes Jaehyun's pupils darken.

He tries again with the other hand, and now both of his arms are pinned, and his dick is definitely starting to get interested. Except he didn't really think quite this far— just because Dongmin didn't notice doesn't mean Jaehyun won't, especially if this keeps going exactly the way it has been. He grunts with the force he tries to wrench his wrists away from Jaehyun's steel grasp, his breath dissolving into breathless giggles when he realizes he simply can't. He's too strong. Woonhak's head is spinning.

"Woonhak," Jaehyun says again, more strained. "Do you.. like this?"

Woonhak's chest heaves dramatically as he breathes. He squirms a bit where Jaehyun has him pinned. "You're talking too much," he mumbles. And then he gets an idea. "Dongmin-hyung didn't talk this much."

Jaehyun frowns. His fingers twitch against the tendons of Woonhak's wrists. "Why do you keep bringing him up? Do you wish you were doing this with him instead, or something?"

His voice is sharp enough that Woonhak almost moans. "No, it's just…it's like you're afraid to commit," he says. He attempts to shrug. "If I pushed him enough he'd probably hit me or something."

Now, Woonhak doesn't even necessarily know that's true, but it does what he wanted it to.

Jaehyun scoffs, "Is that what you want? For me to hit you?"

Woonhak stares up at him. Shifts against the floor. Nods once. "Yeah. I do."

He's thinking about it, Woonhak can tell. Jaehyun's throat bobs when he swallows and he searches Woonhak's face, perhaps to make sure he's being honest, which he is, utterly.

Jaehyun speaks slowly, quiet enough that if he wasn't fully looming over Woonhak, it might go unheard. "I really, really don't want to hurt you, Woonhak-"

"Fuck, hyung," Woonhak groans, and Jaehyun's eyes widen almost comically at the suddenness of his language. "Can you stop saying that? I want you to."

Jaehyun loosens his grip and Woonhak almost complains, but then it happens— one slap, right against his cheek. It's fairly gentle, enough to startle and not much else. It makes Woonhak jolt, and his cock twitch in his shorts, but he quickly looks at Jaehyun with a fire in his eyes.

"Harder?"

Jaehyun chuckles at him in disbelief, leaning back to rest on his heels. Woonhak doesn't move, still laid flat against the floor, keeping his arms where Jaehyun put them, his leg staying hooked around him. Eventually Jaehyun just shakes his head. "You're crazy, Kim Woonhak."

"And you're being a coward," Woonhak says quickly. His voice barely wavers. "You're letting me get away with so much, Jaehyun-ah, Dongminnie-hyung would n-"

Another slap, much harder, forcing Woonhak's head to the side. Woonhak lets out a moan, loud and high pitched, the place Jaehyun's palm met his cheek starting to sting already. His hips kick up, and his thighs tremble just a bit. Jaehyun cups his jaw and guides him to look straight again, an assertiveness to his movements that proves to Woonhak that what he wants is achievable, he just has to fight for it a little.

The face Jaehyun is making is one of utter shock. "What sound just left your mouth?" He asks with a quick exhale. "God, Woonhak, you liked it that much?"

"Yes," Woonhak whines. He bites his bottom lip so hard he starts to taste iron and Jaehyun's eyes flicker down to watch— his thumb presses up to slide along Woonhak's mouth, urging it open so his teeth release their hold from his lip. Woonhak's voice a bit gruff when he speaks, but he tests it anyway. "What really got you? Was it the speaking informally, or bringing up Dongmin-hyung?"

Jaehyun's jaw clenches again. Woonhak is fully hard now. "I don't know—both." And then Jaehyun looks at him, drags his eyes down Woonhak's body until he sees his dick straining against his shorts, and he shakes his head like he really doesn't believe it.

Embarrassment makes Woonhak's head feel fuzzy, but he's right where he wants to be. "Jaehyunie-hyung," he whines, pouting again, and he tries to press against Jaehyun for some sort of friction, but a hand braced on his chest stops him from rising up. "What-"

"You're crazy," Jaehyun repeats. His hand slides down Woonhak's sternum, resting on his tummy. His fingertips are warm even through the fabric of Woonhak's tank top. "Is this what you meant the whole time by taking it out on you? You want me to hit you because it turns you on?"

Woonhak gulps. "I want.. to help you…" he leaves it at that. He thinks it's not that crazy that he'd have two motivations for wanting this, after all. He wonders how he looks from Jaehyun's perspective right now; he's sure he looks like a mess, his breath uneven and his cheeks ruddy. He hopes Jaehyun still finds him pretty.

Jaehyun leans down again, closer, and Woonhak nearly shakes in anticipation. "But now you're all needy and it feels like I'm the one helping you." His hand lowers even more, until his palm teases the waistband of Woonhak's shorts.

"You can hit me again," Woonhak says quickly. "Whatever makes you feel better, fuck, hyung I can take it.."

Jaehyun seems to consider for a moment, and then he actually does, slapping him in the other cheek this time, just as hard as the last. "Stop swearing," he says firmly, but Woonhak is a bit distracted by the wet spot forming in his shorts.

Finally, Woonhak moves his arms. He loops them around Jaehyun's neck, pulls him even closer. He doesn't kiss him, he just waits. He can feel the sting on his cheek where Jaehyun struck him, he wonders if it's left a mark. He desperately hopes that it has.

Jaehyun mutters out a curse of his own and then closes the gap, kissing Woonhak hard. Their teeth clash a bit and Woonhak whimpers into his mouth, and this time when he presses upwards, he actually gets a bit of relief.

He's never kissed Jaehyun before. It's a bit overwhelming, the warmth, the pressure, the faint taste of his toothpaste. Overwhelming, and also addicting, Woonhak does feel crazy, like his ability to form any thoughts that aren't centric to Jaehyun are being forced out of his head. Jaehyun's lips, Jaehyun's hands, Jaehyun's everything.

He grinds up in messy, uncoordinated thrusts. He can tell Jaehyun's getting hard too, even if he seems quite a bit more in control than Woonhak himself. He almost protests when Jaehyun breaks the kiss, but he doesn't get that far, because Jaehyun's mouth starts to trail over his cheek, then his jaw, teeth nipping at the slope of it.

"Is this what you imagined when you offered this, Woonhak-ah?" Jaehyun mutters against his skin. Woonhak doesn't want to answer. And then Jaehyun bites him in earnest this time, teeth sinking into the place his neck meets his shoulder.

It hurts. Woonhak stutters out a sound between a moan and a yelp, and tears start to form in the corners of his eyes. He's already so close—how is he so close?

Usually, getting off for Woonhak is kind of a hassle. He can never get into the right head space, and trying to stay in that space once he's found it? It's a tall order.

He usually gets distracted, or his arousal just fizzles. Something about this— being unable to move despite the desperate grind of hips, having Jaehyun surrounding him entirely, having Jaehyun hurt him at his request, having Jaehyun…

"Oh, fuck," Woonhak groans, an he quickly realizes his mistake. "I'm s—I'm sorry, hyung, I didn't mean to-"

Another bite, even harder, to the curve of his shoulder. Woonhak hiccups and the tears start to fall, and yet he's still holding onto Jaehyun's shoulders like his life depends on it. He still doesn't tell Jaehyun to stop. The thought doesn't even cross his mind.

He's glad Donghyun is upstairs; the sounds being forced out of his chest are all deeply humiliating, and there's not much he can do to stop them. He's at Jaehyun's mercy right now, totally and utterly. It's everything Woonhak wanted.

Jaehyun kisses and licks over the indents left by his own teeth, and he starts to move his hips, slow rolls downward until Woonhak is trembling beneath him. And then he leans his head back a bit and peers down at him, licks over his own bottom lip. Jaehyun pushes some of Woonhak's hair back and then starts to slide his hand between Woonhak's head and the floor,

"Up," he instructs, and of course Woonhak listens.

He lifts his head enough for Jaehyun to cradle the back of his skull, fingers slipping into his hair to squeeze brown locks into his fist. The first real tug of his hair and Woonhak is coming— he's unsure what truly pushes him over the edge, whether it's the sharp pain in his scalp or the weight of Jaehyun's eyes, but either way he shatters.

More tears fall— not even necessarily because it hurts, but because it's so much. His cheeks burn, stinging and wet, and his scalp feels similarly. At the same time, he feels satisfied in a way he's never even gotten close to before.

He digs his nails into Jaehyun's back through his t-shirt and he can't even muster an apology, all his words fizzle right off his tongue before he can really try. Jaehyun loosens his grip on Woonhak's hair and presses his lips to his cheek, like he's kissing his tears away. Woonhak tilts his head so he can kiss him fully, pressing his tongue into his mouth and sliding his hands down Jaehyun's chest.

He hasn't gotten to touch him much until now, so Woonhak gets a little greedy with it. Grabs at his chest until Jaehyun laughs against his lips, shifts to his arms so he can squeeze his biceps.

But when his touch gets lower, traveling over his stomach and teasing the band of his pants, Jaehyun stops him with a gentle giggle. "You really don't have to do any more," Jaehyun tells him, and Woonhak just wishes he would just kiss him again.

"I want to," he says, voice scratchy but entirely honest. "Please let me, hyung?"

Jaehyun stares at him for a moment and then shakes his head with a soft laugh. "Alright, sure, if that's really what you want."

It is. Woonhak tells him so concisely by sticking his hand in Jaehyun's joggers.

Jaehyun makes a soft noise when Woonhak first gets a hand wrapped around his cock, not quite a sigh, barely a groan, but something that strikes Woonhak right to his core even so. It's a bit dry at first because Woonhak is too impatient to take his hand away for a few seconds and spit, but if Jaehyun minds, then he doesn't say a thing.

"Kiss me," Woonhak mumbles, looking right into Jaehyun's eyes while he starts to circle the tip with his thumb. Jaehyun shudders and leans down again, presses their mouths together.

It doesn't take all that long for Jaehyun to reach the edge too. Well, either that or Woonhak really gets lost in the moment, he can't quite tell. Either way, when Jaehyun spills over his knuckles and moans into his mouth, Woonhak has the thought that this really couldn't have gone better for him.

How it went in Jaehyun's eyes, he doesn't know yet. He doesn't ask until they're fully cleaned up, changed into new clothes, and Woonhak is climbing under his covers.

"Did this…help?" Woonhak watches Jaehyun stretch his arms up, eyes dropping to the sliver of skin that peeks out when his shirt slips up his stomach.

Jaehyun hums softly and sits on the edge of Woonhak's bed again. It makes it clear he's not sticking around much longer— Woonhak didn't expect much different though honestly, it's not like this situation of theirs has made them anything serious, after all.

"It did, actually. Thank you, Woonhak-ah, it's funny.. I do feel a bit less frustrated," Jaehyun chuckles. "We definitely shouldn't make a habit out of it though."

Woonhak nods quickly, "Oh yeah, for sure. I agree, hyung."

⟢

They make a habit out of it.

Woonhak recognizes is having a rough day a few weeks later and drags him to his room when Donghyun leaves for dinner with Dongmin and Sungho. That day, Woonhak sinks to his knees and sucks dick for the first time— he's not very good at it, at least as first. Jaehyun is thick, and Woonhak has to spend most of his energy focusing so he doesn't accidentally use any teeth.

He doesn't have to do much else though. Woonhak tells Jaehyun, before he actually starts blowing him, that he should fuck his mouth. Jaehyun calls him crazy again, but then he's doing it, and he doesn't seem to have any issue.

Jaehyun's hand roots in his hair while he fucks Woonhak's mouth and he doesn't hold his noises back at all this time, so Woonhak is basically getting off just by listening to him.

His jaw starts to ache. Spit tracks down his jaw, and tears well again in his eyes, and Woonhak chokes every time Jaehyun hits the back of his throat, but he likes it so much. When Jaehyun finishes, Woonhak struggles to swallow it all, and while he doesn't exactly love the taste, he doesn't hate it either.

It's only a week after that when Jaehyun fucks him for the first time.

They're in the studio again, and Woonhak… well, he brought things with him, transparently, tucked into his bag beneath his notebooks and laptop cords.

When it's just the two of them, Woonhak locks the door and draws the blinds that cover the skinny window that peeks into the hallway. He hooks his chin on Jaehyun's shoulder and wraps around him and asks, right into his ear, if he wants to 'relieve some stress.'

Jaehyun doesn't push back much. There's no 'we really shouldn't' or 'not here', which surprises Woonhak, but delights him. Jaehyun ends up bending him over the desk and fingering him open like that, delivering a sharp slap to his ass every time he makes a noise too loud. (That seems like a counter productive solution to the sound problem, but Woonhak won't complain. It feels good.)

Woonhak discovers that night that he really likes being fucked by Jaehyun. He's overwhelming in this way too, hands pushing his back down so Woonhak's chest presses against the smooth surface, teeth marking the flesh above his shoulder blade, stretching him open in a way he's only ever dreamed of.

The lube helps quite a bit, but there's still this ache that sets into Woonhak's bones, blooming outward from the base of his spine. It's the type of ache he could grow to crave, so he tightens around Jaehyun's cock and hopes that doing so somehow makes it harder to forget.

After that, the visits get even more regular. They slip into each others rooms more often than not— the thing is, they don't even fuck every time. Often they do, yeah, but sometimes it's just kissing, just clinging to each other like some sort of anchor. Sometimes, Jaehyun doesn't even hit him. He holds him hard, but doesn't hit him.

Other times he does. And he does a lot. Woonhak has to beg for it less, Jaehyun initiates it more, pushes the boundaries. Sometimes, Woonhak tops— though usually not. He doesn't really care either way, he's just happy to take whatever Jaehyun wants to give.

They keep it a secret still, but Woonhak has a feeling Donghyun knows— he's been going upstairs even more often, and has started giving Woonhak these looks every time he does.

It's one night that Woonhak just knows he'll have to try harder.

See, it's been a few days since their last 'visit', which isn't necessarily crazy, but Woonhak can just tell that Jaehyun is bottling up some feelings. He can see it.

He's not sure when he first noticed it, but all the telltale signs are there. The furrowed brows. The tight jaw. The occasional long moments where he shuts his eyes and inhales carefully like he has to restrain himself from getting angry.

It's that moment Woonhak realizes he's kinda fucked. Because he sees Jaehyun make that face, close his eyes and breath in slowly, that Woonhak starts to feel arousal rise in his chest.

It's been a long few days. Comeback prep and photo shoots and incredibly long dance practices. Jaehyun had started getting a little… short with everyone towards the very end of practice. Snippy, even, though Woonhak would never say it out loud.

When they get back to the dorm, Jaehyun is completely silent. Terrifying. Sexy. The sexiness is made worse by the way he looks right now— tank top, sweatpants, his hair tied up in a little bun. He's grown it out for the comeback, and Woonhak is riding out the high until he inevitably trims it again.

A few strands hang in his eyes as Jaehyun kicks off his shoes and wordlessly walks to his room. The door closes behind him and Woonhak is left with Donghyun in the entryway.

"He needs you today," Donghyun says dryly. "If I go upstairs, will you work whatever magic you do to make him happy again?"

Woonhak flushes crimson. "I—I don't-"

Donghyun gives him a look. Woonhak shuts his mouth. Donghyun goes upstairs about ten minutes later.

Woonhak decides to shower first. He uses Donghyun's fancy soap that he nabbed from one of Sungho's bulk orders, washes the all the hairspray clinging to his hair out, and fucks himself open with three fingers as best as he can. It'a hard to get the right angle on yourself, he just ends up wishing Jaehyun did it instead.

Only when he's clean and dry does he knock on Jaehyun's door. There's a moment of hesitation before he hears a response.

"Come in, Woonhak-ah."

He steps into Jaehyun's room and shuts the door behind him. "Hey," he greets, and Jaehyun gives him a stiff, but polite smile. "Donghyun went upstairs."

Jaehyun nods, but he doesn't say anything further. Woonhak frowns. He put his shortest pair of shorts on and Jaehyun hasn't looked at his legs once. "Are you feeling okay?" Woonhak asks him then, letting a bit of annoyance seep into his tone. He can't help it. He wants Jaehyun to really look at him.

"I'm fine, Woonhak-ah," Jaehyun lies, giving him a smile that doesn't reach his eyes. Woonhak huffs.

"You're not, though. I can tell. Why aren't you letting me help you? Do you not want me anymore?"

A bit of a low blow, he knows, but Jaehyun seems to actually hear him now. He shakes his head, "It—it's not like that at all," he says quickly, "I don't…I just don't want to rely on you too much. I got a bit ahead of myself, I feel like I was indulging myself more than I should. You deserve to deal with your own shit too-"

"I'm confused, did I tell you it was too much, or something?" Woonhak crosses his arms and purses his lips. "I don't remember saying that."

Jaehyun sighs and rubs at his temples with his pointer fingers. "Woonhak, it's—I just don't wanna overdo it, you know? If I take too much from you, you might not even realize it."

Woonhak falters for a moment. He steps forward until his knees are pressed right up against the side of Jaehyun's mattress. "Is it you taking something from me, or am I giving it to you?" He doesn't want for a response. "I give you myself, Jaehyun. You don't take shit from me."

Jaehyun frowns. The language, the informality, Woonhak knows it gets under his skin. It's what he's hoping for. One more, and he'll be set.

"I fingered myself in the shower, Jaehyun. Are you gonna do something about it, or should I go find someone else?"

He can tell he might have gone too far with that one when Jaehyun's head snaps up and his eyes narrow. A shot of adrenaline courses through Woonhak's blood, adrenaline and fear, but Woonhak stands his ground. Stares at him back.

When Jaehyun speaks, he speaks slowly, controlled, and somehow, it's more terrifying than if he were to raise his voice. "Take off your clothes, Woonhak."

Woonhak's mouth goes dry. He swallows, and his fingers find the hem of his shirt. He lifts it over his head, discarding it somewhere to his left. Jaehyun continues to stare at him in the eye, still not even bothering to glance at his body, which makes Woonhak feel a whole different kind of needy.

"Shorts too, quickly," Jaehyun orders then. Woonhak rolls his eyes but still obeys, hooking his thumbs in the waistband and letting the fabric fall to the floor. He steps out of them and then he's fully bare, and Jaehyun flings his blanket off his lap so he can pat one of his thighs. "Now c'mere."

Woonhak's eyebrows twitch together. Still, he listens, climbing into Jaehyun's lap and settling in like he's done quite a few times now. "What..Why are you-"

Jaehyun interrupts him, "No, you don't talk. You wanna do this so bad, you can do all the work yourself, okay? Can you do that?" When Woonhak's eyes flutter and he looks down at Jaehyun's crotch, a hand finds Woonhak's chin and forces his gaze back upwards. "Nod. Again, can you do that?"

Woonhak shivers and feels his cock start to fill out. Embarrassing. He nods, which is significantly harder with fingers pressing into your jaw, but Jaehyun seems satisfied. He drops his hand and motions to his lap.

"Alright then, go on. Fuck yourself, do your best."

His tone makes Woonhak feel like Jaehyun doesn't believe he can do it. Stubbornness bubbles up in his throat and he pouts, rushing to yank down the band of Jaehyun's sweats so he can pull his dick out.

He's not hard enough for Woonhak to put it inside him just yet, so he spits down onto his cock head and starts to jerk him off. Jaehyun gives him nothing, zero hints that it feels good or that he likes it. It makes him even needier.

When he can reasonably start to ride him, Woonhak jumps at the opportunity, rising up on his knees and shuffling forward. He rests one hand on Jaehyun's shoulder and uses the other to guide his cock to his hole. Finally, when Woonhak starts to sink down, Jaehyun makes a noise.

It's small and barely noticeable but Woonhak takes it as a victory even so. "Why do I have to do all the work?" Woonhak complains once he's bottomed out, breathless from being stretched by him all the way so suddenly. He could never get tired of this feeling, the overwhelming fullness.

Before Woonhak has even finished forming the last word however, Jaehyun smacks him in the face, fingers splayed over the entirety of his cheek. Woonhak gasps and has to tighten his grip on Jaehyun's shoulder just so he doesn't tip over.

"I thought I told you not to talk? I think you should apologize, Woonhakie, since you clearly can't follow simple directions."

Woonhak's entire body heats up like a furnace. His dick is already leaking against Jaehyun's shirt. He knows maybe the smart thing to do is to just be good and apologize. Unfortunately, he also knows that not doing so will likely result in getting hit again, so… (Woonhak is starting to think Jaehyun might be onto something when he calls him crazy.)

"How am I supposed to apologize if I can't even talk?" He asks petulantly. Jaehyun scoffs in disbelief.

Jaehyun doesn't hit him this time, not yet. He closes his eyes for a moment. Takes a deep breath. Opens them again and lets his voice drop to something even dryer. "Apologize, and I'll consider letting you finish tonight," he traces a finger up the underside of Woonhak's cock, painfully teasing, not enough to give him any actual stimulation. "And then you'll fuck yourself the way I want you to, and maybe I won't just make you get yourself off. Deal?"

Woonhak swallows down a whimper. "I'm sorry, hyung," he says then. Pathetic. "I'll behave."

One side of Jaehyun's mouth twitches into a smirk and he nods. "Alright then. I want you to be slow, got it? Be patient, I want you to feel everything."

Woonhak isn't very good at this yet, either. It's so much work to ride someone— his thighs burn and so does his core, there's a tightness in his back, and Jaehyun is making him go so fucking slowly.

Every time he starts to move too quickly or get a bit too excited, Jaehyun slaps him, or yanks on his hair, and reminds him of the rules.

Woonhak feels more humiliated than he ever has. The blush has sunk deep into his skin, burning with hot tears trailing down the curves of his cheeks. He's plenty used to these sensations by now, but somehow, being used to it doesn't change how effected he is by it all.

"Jaehyunie-hyung," Woonhak sniffles, slowing his movements until he's just resting with Jaehyun pressed fully inside him. "I can't—it's so hard to-"

Jaehyun coos, condescension bleeding into his voice as he reaches up to pinch Woonhak's raw, damp cheek. "It's so hard to get exactly what you wanted? I thought you could take it, Hak-ah, are you giving up?"

"No!" Woonhak hiccups and shakes his head quickly. "I'm not giving up, I can do it."

His lip quivers and he starts moving again, weak little bounces compared to how he was doing earlier, and Jaehyun keeps fucking laughing at him.

Humiliated. He's so turned on it fucking hurts.

He goes so long it feels like it'll never end. The burn in his thighs settles into an almost numb feeling, exertion sitting heavy in his bones. Every rise and fall on Jaehyun's cock feels monumental, as if he's reforming Woonhak's body until he's forever changed by the shape of him.

Finally, finally it seems like Jaehyun's had enough of the torture. He grabs onto Woonhak's hips and stops him from moving, a smile finding his face. "Wow, I didn't think you had it in you, baby."

Woonhak pouts, but Jaehyun leans forward to kiss it off his face. It's the first time they've kissed all day, so Woonhak whimpers and melts into it immediately, trembling hands finding the sides of Jaehyun's face.

"I'll fuck you now," Jaehyun mutters against his lips. "Can you lay down for me?"

Woonhak pulls back, chews a bit on his bottom lip. His mind is hazy in a way he's only felt a few times, all by Jaehyun's hands of course. "No, I..I don't wanna be empty."

Jaehyun's eyes widen slightly, and he giggles. "Oh, Woonhak-ah. You're so cute, how can I not just ruin you?"

Woonhak kisses him hard. Until it feels like his lips are bruising and his heart is hammering out of his chest. Jaehyun, careful and controlled, urges Woonhak's leg to wrap around his waist and slowly shifts their positions until Woonhak is on his back.

He doesn't slip out, which Woonhak is very grateful for, and he he manages not to break the kiss either.

This time, Jaehyun fucks him unlike any other time they've done this. He's slow but deep. He pets Woonhak's hair and sucks on his tongue and pinches at his nipples until Woonhak is shaking and coming undone beneath his fingertips.

Woonhak loves the way the pain from Jaehyun's earlier strikes still somewhat lingers, but is masked by the sweetness of his kisses and the adoration that seeps through when he presses Woonhak down into the mattress and gets a bit faster.

"Ah—hyung, I wanna come, can I come?" he babbles, and Jaehyun snaps his hips forward, making Woonhak squeak and clench around him.

"You can, baby. You were so good," he wraps his a hand around Woonhak's dick and starts to pump in time with his thrusts. "You take such good care of me, giving me your body to use whenever I need to unwind. So sweet, Woonhakie. My perfect little toy-"

Woonhak squirms harshly, his orgasm hitting him like a freight train. He sees stars with this one, his entire vision whiting out until he's so dizzy he can't even keep his eyes open. It's like he's been quite literally fucked stupid.

He doesn't come back to lucidity until Jaehyun is pulling out— he finished too at least, but Woonhak whimpers when he feels some of his release start to leak out. He tries to keep it in, and Jaehyun mutters a praise against his cheek as he leaves soft kisses along his skin.

Jaehyun wipes him up of any mess he can reach and then joins him bed, throwing a leg over Woonhak's body and nuzzling into his neck like he's always done. Woonhak melts again. He always will, for Jaehyun.

He still feels a little out of it, but it's utterly blissful. It reminds him of a long work out, that same buzzing in his entire body. Jaehyun runs his fingers through Woonhak's hair and presses fleeting kisses to the side of his throat and Woonhak feels so much, all at once.

"I love you, hyung," Woonhak murmurs. It's not the first time, not even close— he's loved Jaehyun as long as he's known him, he tells him all the time. But this, the way he says it, the timing. It's different. Woonhak feels it, as it leaves his mouth, and he knows Jaehyun does too, because his breath hitches against Woonhak's neck.

Jaehyun responds, his voice quiet and soft like he's trying to ensure his words stay just for Woonhak, and Woonhak only. "I love you too."