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The studio buzzed with energy, a mix of excitement and nerves filling the air as the Universe League trainees gathered for Pajama Night Live. Plush sleeping mats and blankets covered the floor, and the bright studio lights reflected off a hodgepodge of colorful pajamas. For one night, the pressure of the finals melted away. They weren’t rivals anymore—just a group of kids laughing and relaxing after months of hard work.
Kyungho tugged at the collar of his green satin pajamas, his sharp features and confident aura standing out even in the casual setting. Across the room, Woongki adjusted the sleeves of his blue teddy-bear print sleepwear, his hands fidgeting nervously. Every now and then, his eyes would dart toward Kyungho before quickly looking away. They hadn’t spoken since last night, not because they were avoiding each other but because... well, they didn’t want anyone noticing how much they weren’t avoiding each other.
“Okay, everyone!” The producer’s voice rang out, pulling their attention to the front. “It’s time for some fun. We’re starting with a pairing game—grab a stick from the bucket! If your numbers match, you’re partners for the night.”
Kyungho casually stepped forward, his long fingers brushing the edge of the bucket before pulling out a stick. When Woongki’s turn came, his heart raced as he grabbed one for himself. He glanced at the number and froze.
Matching.
“You two are so in sync,” JL teased, his smirk loud enough to hear in his voice. “Almost suspicious.”
Woongki let out an awkward laugh, barely hiding his blush. “Just a coincidence,” he said, his voice unsteady as he stared at the stick. He could feel Kyungho’s gaze on him but refused to look up, afraid of what might show on his face.
The first game was a silly one: Guess the Trainee. One partner would act out another trainee, and the other had to guess who it was. The rules were simple enough, but Woongki’s nerves made even sitting next to Kyungho feel like a challenge.
As they listened to the instructions, Kyungho leaned over slightly, his voice low. “It’s just for fun. Don’t overthink it.”
Woongki nodded, though his heart didn’t quite get the memo. The moment his name was called to go first, he froze. The studio lights suddenly felt brighter, and every pair of eyes seemed fixed on him.
Kyungho nudged him gently. “Hey,” he whispered. “You’ve got this. Just breathe.”
Woongki swallowed hard, his chest tightening for a moment before he exhaled. The reassurance in Kyungho’s voice steadied him just enough to stand. He searched his mind for a trainee to act out, but no one came to him—not Steven’s quiet smile or JL’s confident swagger. Instead, the only image he could picture was Kyungho during that dance practice... the one where he’d lifted his shirt just enough to reveal a glimpse of abs.
Woongki’s face burned as he quickly shook the thought away. “Focus,” he muttered to himself, though the blush on his cheeks betrayed him.
He attempted to mimic one of Kyungho’s signature moves—a bold arm flex during a routine—but the execution was more endearing than impressive. His movements were stiff, his arms trembling slightly as he tried to channel even a fraction of Kyungho’s effortless confidence.
The room erupted into laughter, JL practically doubling over. “Woongki, are you sure you’re not trying to make Kyungho look like a stuffed animal?”
Even Kyungho let out a soft laugh, his usual cool demeanor cracking just enough to reveal a genuine smile. “Not bad,” he said, his voice teasing but warm.
By the time it was Kyungho’s turn, the studio was already in high spirits. He tried acting out a penguin and a poodle, but somehow, his hands formed the shape of a tiger—a gesture that was unmistakably Woongki’s.
Woongki blinked in surprise before a grin broke across his face. “Is that supposed to be me?”
Kyungho shrugged, a rare sheepish look crossing his face. “Maybe.”
The casual honesty of his tone made Woongki’s chest feel lighter. For a moment, the tension that usually hung between them melted away, replaced by something easier and warmer.
The games continued, but the highlight of the night came with the “Trust Game.” In this one, partners stood back-to-back, guiding each other into yoga poses without speaking.
As Woongki turned to face away, Kyungho rested his hands lightly on Woongki’s waist to guide him into the first pose. The touch was gentle, almost hesitant, and Woongki’s breath hitched. His heart thudded in his chest, each beat louder than the last.
Kyungho hesitated for a moment, feeling Woongki tense under his hands. “Relax,” he murmured, his voice barely audible.
Woongki exhaled shakily, letting Kyungho’s touch ground him. They moved through the poses slowly, their movements synchronized in a way that felt... natural.
The room around them faded, the laughter and chatter of the other trainees becoming a distant hum. All Woongki could feel was the warmth of Kyungho’s hands and the steady rhythm of their shared breaths.
When the game ended, Woongki turned to face Kyungho, his eyes searching his partner’s face for... something. Kyungho’s expression was calm, but his eyes were soft, his usual sharpness replaced with something more open.
“Good job,” Kyungho said simply, but the weight in his tone made Woongki’s chest tighten.
“Thanks,” Woongki replied, his voice quiet but genuine.
As the night went on, the games and laughter continued, but for Woongki, the feeling of Kyungho’s hands on his waist lingered. And when Kyungho’s eyes met his across the room, even for just a second, it felt like something unspoken had shifted between them.
Something neither of them was ready to name—but both of them felt.
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The studio was alive with energy. String lights hung loosely from the ceiling, casting a warm glow over the polished floors. Bright, colorful decorations filled the space, creating a playful vibe that matched the trainees’ pajama-clad appearance. The room smelled faintly of freshly brewed coffee and sugar cookies, a welcome treat for the long day they’d had.
Woongki fiddled nervously with the hem of his striped pajama shirt, glancing around at the others. His soft blue and white set was a stark contrast to the bold patterns and flashy designs some of the trainees had chosen. Across the room, Kyungho stood tall in sleek, green satin pajamas, somehow managing to look like he belonged on the cover of a fashion magazine. Woongki quickly looked away, his face heating up.
“Alright, trainees!” Hyun Jung’s cheerful voice cut through the chatter. She clapped her hands, drawing everyone’s attention. “Next up is the Trust Game! You’ll pair up and take turns guiding each other through yoga poses. The twist? No talking allowed! Communication is key, so you’ll have to rely on gestures and instincts.”
Excited murmurs rippled through the group as the rules sank in. Woongki shifted nervously, his eyes darting around to see who might choose him. Before he could think too much, Kyungho approached him with a confident smile.
“Looks like we’re partners,” Kyungho said casually, his deep voice sending a shiver down Woongki’s spine.
Woongki nodded quickly. “Uh, yeah. Sure.” He could barely meet Kyungho’s eyes, the weight of his gaze feeling almost too much.
The pairs spread out across the floor, and the lights dimmed slightly, heightening the sense of anticipation. Woongki and Kyungho stood back-to-back, their shoulders just barely touching. When Kyungho’s hands rested lightly on Woongki’s waist to guide him, Woongki froze, his breath catching in his throat. The warmth of Kyungho’s touch was unexpected, and it sent his heart racing.
“Relax,” Kyungho murmured, his voice low but steady.
Woongki nodded, though his body remained tense. He tried to focus on the game, following Kyungho’s gentle pushes and subtle movements. As they eased into the first pose, Kyungho’s hands lingered, steadying Woongki even when he didn’t need it. Woongki wasn’t sure if it was intentional or not, but each touch left a trail of warmth behind.
The second pose was trickier, requiring balance and coordination. As Woongki shifted his weight, he wobbled, his footing slipping on the smooth floor. Before he could fall, Kyungho’s arms shot out, catching him effortlessly.
A collective gasp echoed through the studio, followed by cheers and laughter. Kyungho had caught Woongki in a classic princess carry, his grip firm but careful. The room erupted in teasing comments and exaggerated “Ooooh!” noises, but Woongki could only focus on Kyungho’s steady expression.
“Are you okay?” Kyungho asked softly, his voice cutting through the noise around them.
Woongki’s face burned as he nodded quickly. “Y-Yeah. I’m fine. Thanks.”
Kyungho didn’t put him down immediately. Instead, he held Woongki for a moment longer, his arms steady and sure, like he didn’t mind the weight at all. When he finally set Woongki back on his feet, his hands lingered briefly on Woongki’s shoulders, squeezing gently.
“Be careful,” Kyungho said, his tone softer than usual.
Woongki nodded, his throat tight. The moment felt strangely intimate, and the noise of the room faded into the background. Kyungho’s hands were warm, grounding, and Woongki found himself leaning into the touch without meaning to.
The rest of the game passed in a blur. Woongki couldn’t focus, his thoughts stuck on the way Kyungho had looked at him—calm, steady, like he saw something in Woongki that no one else did. When the game ended, Hyun Jung clapped her hands again, snapping Woongki out of his daze.
“Alright! Time for Who Wore It Better! Pick your best pajama poses, and let’s see who steals the spotlight!”
Woongki tried to shake off the lingering heat in his face as he followed Kyungho to the rack of props. Kyungho handed him a floppy pink hat with bunny ears, grinning. “This suits you.”
Woongki rolled his eyes but couldn’t help smiling. “You’re ridiculous.”
“Maybe, but you’ll thank me when you win,” Kyungho teased, adjusting his own outfit—a bold red scarf paired with his sleek pajamas.
When it was time to pose, Kyungho and Woongki worked off each other’s energy, striking silly poses and making the room burst into laughter. The easy camaraderie helped Woongki relax, and by the time Hyun Jung announced the winner, he was genuinely having fun.
“And the winner is… Woongki!” Hyun Jung declared with a dramatic flourish.
The room erupted in cheers, and balloons fell from the ceiling. Woongki stood frozen for a moment, surprised, until Kyungho let out an exaggerated whoop and clapped loudly.
“You deserved it,” Kyungho said, ruffling Woongki’s hair. “You’re the star tonight.”
Woongki swatted at his hand, laughing. “Hyung, stop. You’re embarrassing me.”
Kyungho chuckled, his eyes softening. “Never.”
The night ended with one final game of charades, but for Woongki, the games were a blur. All he could think about was Kyungho—his warmth, his steady hands, and the way he made Woongki feel like the most important person in the room.
The host, seeing the dynamic between the two, grinned widely. “Alright, everyone, we have one last game for the night—Charades! Since Woongki is our reigning champ, he gets to go first!”
Woongki’s eyes widened, his expression a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Me? Really?” His voice was slightly higher than usual, betraying his nerves.
Kyungho leaned closer, his gaze steady and reassuring. “You got this,” he said softly, his tone so confident that it left no room for doubt.
“Show ‘em how it’s done!” Steven chimed in, holding up his hand for a high-five. Woongki blinked, caught off guard by the sudden encouragement, but a smile broke across his face as he slapped Steven’s hand. The contact was brief but electric, sending a rush of camaraderie through him.
Taking a deep breath, Woongki stepped forward, determination replacing his nerves as he turned to face the other trainees. The host raised a card above Steven’s head, revealing the phrase: “번아웃하다 (beon-ah-ut-ha-da).” Woongki’s stomach dropped. It was a Korean proverb that literally meant “to be tired of an old well,” but metaphorically referred to the exhaustion or boredom that comes from overfamiliarity.
His mind raced as he tried to come up with a way to act out something so abstract. Glancing at Kyungho, he caught the older boy’s nod of encouragement. Then, he looked at Steven, who gave him an exaggerated thumbs-up, his grin wide and supportive. The small gestures steadied Woongki, and he nodded back before diving into the performance.
First, Woongki mimicked the action of drawing water from a well, using exaggerated movements as he pulled an imaginary bucket up with visible effort. The room fell silent, everyone watching intently as his expressive face showed the strain and satisfaction of completing the task. Then, he pretended to take a sip from the bucket, immediately cringing as if tasting something foul. He repeated the actions several times, each cycle showing mounting frustration and weariness.
Despite his valiant effort, Steven stood frozen on the other side of the room, his face twisted in confusion. He scratched his head, clearly struggling to connect the dots. Woongki’s energy wavered slightly, and his shoulders sagged just as the timer buzzed.
The host clapped her hands. “Time’s up! A great effort, Woongki, but it looks like no one guessed correctly this round.”
JL, seated across the room, let out an exaggerated sigh, rolling his eyes. “Come on, Steven hyung,” he said dryly. “Woongki was literally drinking from a well.”
The studio burst into laughter as Steven threw his hands up in mock indignation. “Hey! Proverbs are confusing!” he argued, grinning despite himself.
JL wasn’t done. He smirked, leaning back with a playful shrug. “If finals were about acting, Steven hyung, you’d already be eliminated.”
The comment brought another wave of laughter, loud and unrestrained. Steven grinned, taking the teasing in stride. “Eliminated? Nah, I’d be the wild card. You know, the one keeping everyone guessing.”
The trainees howled with laughter at Steven’s defense, and even Woongki couldn’t help but chuckle, the tension from his performance fading into the lighthearted atmosphere.
Hyun Jung clapped her hands, her smile wide as she brought the chaos back under control. “Alright, everyone! That’s a wrap for tonight’s games!” Her voice rang out cheerfully over the chatter. “Thank you all for participating and making this Pajama Night Live so much fun!”
The trainees erupted into applause and cheers, their laughter lingering in the air. Woongki glanced at Kyungho, who was already looking at him with a small, approving smile. Despite the teasing and missed guess, Woongki felt a warmth settle in his chest. Tonight wasn’t about winning or losing—it was about the moments they’d shared, the bonds they’d strengthened, and the memories they’d carry forward.
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The studio lights dimmed, signalling the end of a long, exhausting day. The trainees shuffled around quietly, laying out their sleeping mats in a loose circle. The chatter and laughter that had filled the room earlier softened into murmurs, the air now heavy with weariness and relief.
Woongki placed his mat next to Kyungho’s, his heart settling when he realized they’d ended up side by side. The day had been a whirlwind of performances, nerves, and moments stolen in passing glances, and now—finally—they had some peace.
Woongki let out a soft sigh, sinking down onto his mat. His shoulders relaxed for the first time in hours, the weight of the day lifting just a little. Beside him, Kyungho sat cross-legged, a small, knowing smile on his lips as he stole a glance at Woongki.
“So…” Woongki began, breaking the silence between them. His voice was quiet, laced with amusement and exhaustion. “That was… something.”
“Something’s one way to put it,” Kyungho replied, his tone warm and teasing.
Woongki yawned, stretching out on his mat. The movement was unhurried, almost cat-like, as he worked out the tension from hours of dancing. The soft rustle of fabric and the faint creak of the mat seemed loud in the still room. Kyungho watched him out of the corner of his eye, a faint smile tugging at his lips.
“You were great today,” Kyungho said after a beat. His voice was quiet but firm, each word carrying sincerity.
Woongki blinked at him, caught off guard. He wasn’t used to compliments like that—at least, not ones that felt so personal. A shy smile spread across his face as his cheeks warmed. “Thanks, hyung,” he murmured.
Around them, the studio slowly grew quieter. The trainees settled into their mats, the earlier energy giving way to the hum of soft conversations and the occasional muffled laugh. The dim lighting made the space feel smaller, cozier, as if the world outside no longer existed.
Nearby, JL and Steven were still awake, whispering and laughing quietly.
“I’m telling you,” JL said, his voice low but insistent, “your snoring could wake the dead.”
Steven grinned. “You’re just jealous because I’ve got rhythm even in my sleep.”
Their banter drew a soft laugh from Woongki, who turned back to Kyungho with an amused look. “Hey, Kyung-oppa,” he said, his tone light but teasing, “try to behave tonight, okay? No more stolen kisses.”
Kyungho raised a brow, a playful smirk tugging at his lips. “Behave? Where’s the fun in that?” he said, leaning in slightly. His voice dropped to a whisper, low enough that only Woongki could hear. “But I’ll try—for you.”
Woongki rolled his eyes, though the faint blush on his cheeks betrayed him. “Good,” he whispered back, though there was no real bite to his tone.
Just then, a pillow came flying across the room, smacking JL square in the face.
“What the—?” JL sputtered, grabbing the pillow as Steven laughed quietly, his shoulders shaking with barely-contained amusement.
“That’s for hitting me last week,” Steven said, his grin widening. “Payback’s fair game.”
Woongki snickered, shaking his head. “You guys are the worst,” he muttered, though his voice was light.
As the pillow fight fizzled out, the room settled once more. Woongki lay back, adjusting his blanket as he let his gaze wander. The soft, rhythmic breathing of the trainees filled the space, blending with the occasional rustle of fabric. But beside him, Kyungho remained awake.
Kyungho turned slightly, his eyes finding Woongki’s in the dim light. “You should sleep,” he said softly. “You’ve been running on fumes all day.”
“I could say the same to you,” Woongki replied, his voice just as quiet.
Kyungho didn’t answer right away. Instead, he reached out, his hand brushing a stray strand of Woongki’s hair away from his face. It was a small, almost absent-minded gesture, but the tenderness in it made Woongki freeze. His breath hitched as their eyes met, the moment stretching longer than it should have.
“Kyungho,” Woongki whispered, unsure of what to say.
Kyungho’s hand lingered for a second before he pulled away, his gaze soft but serious. “You’re amazing, you know that?” he said quietly. “Even when you don’t realize it.”
Woongki swallowed hard, his heart pounding in his chest. He didn’t know how to respond to that—to the quiet intensity in Kyungho’s voice or the warmth in his eyes. Instead, he reached out, his fingers brushing against Kyungho’s hand.
“What if it was just us?” Woongki asked suddenly, his voice barely audible. “No games, no cameras… just you and me?”
Kyungho’s heart stuttered at the question. For a moment, all he could do was look at Woongki—the way his eyes searched for an answer, the way his fingers trembled slightly as they touched his.
“It’d be perfect,” Kyungho said finally, his voice steady. “But even here, with everything else… I wouldn’t want to be anywhere else but next to you.”
The quiet words hung between them, heavy and full of unspoken promises. Slowly, Woongki’s lips curved into a small, genuine smile.
“Let’s get some sleep,” Woongki murmured, pulling back slightly.
Kyungho nodded, though his gaze lingered on Woongki for a moment longer. He lay back on his mat, staring at the ceiling as the room finally fell silent.
Even as his body grew heavy with sleep, his thoughts stayed on Woongki—on the quiet moments they’d shared and the possibilities that lingered just out of reach.
As the night deepened, Kyungho let himself hope, just a little, for a future where those moments could last forever.
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The studio was quiet except for the hum of the air conditioner and the occasional soft rustle of blankets. The dim lights cast long shadows on the walls, wrapping the room in an intimate cocoon. Trainees were sprawled on their mats, some already snoring softly, while others whispered quietly in the corner.
Under a shared blanket, Kyungho and Woongki lay side by side. Their bodies barely touched, but the closeness was enough to send a spark of electricity through Kyungho’s nerves. His heart thudded in his chest, matching the rhythm of Woongki’s hesitant breathing.
“This is so risky, hyung,” Woongki whispered, his voice trembling as their fingers brushed beneath the blanket. “What if we get caught?”
Kyungho turned his head slightly, meeting Woongki’s gaze. His lips curved into a soft, reassuring smile. “We won’t,” he murmured, his voice steady but low. “We’re just sleeping, right?”
Woongki’s wide eyes searched Kyungho’s face, lingering on the faint smile that felt more like a promise than an excuse. He nodded, but his fingers trembled slightly as they entwined with Kyungho’s. The warmth of the contact eased his nerves, if only a little.
“I mean it,” Kyungho continued, his thumb brushing against Woongki’s hand. “Nothing’s going to happen. Just stay close, okay?”
Woongki let out a small sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he sank deeper into the shared warmth of their blanket. The soft glow of the studio lights reflected in his eyes, making him look almost ethereal.
Around them, the room was filled with the soft sounds of trainees shifting in their sleep. Steven let out a faint snore, followed by a muffled laugh from JL.
“Seriously, how does anyone sleep next to that guy?” JL whispered, his voice breaking the stillness.
Woongki snorted softly, hiding his smile against his pillow. “You’re just jealous,” he whispered to Kyungho, his tone lighter now. “Imagine sharing a room with Steven for a whole week.”
Kyungho chuckled, his shoulders shaking slightly. The sound was so soft it barely disturbed the quiet, but Woongki felt it—a gentle vibration that made him feel less alone.
For a moment, the tension between them eased, replaced by the comfort of familiarity. But then Woongki shifted closer, his eyes flickering to Kyungho’s face. “Do you think we’re… wrong for this?” he asked hesitantly.
Kyungho’s smile faded, replaced by a thoughtful expression. He reached out, his hand brushing a strand of hair from Woongki’s face. “I don’t know,” he admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. “But I do know that this feels right. You feel right.”
Woongki’s breath hitched, his chest tightening at the sincerity in Kyungho’s voice. He closed his eyes, letting the words settle over him like a warm blanket. “You always know what to say,” he whispered.
Kyungho shifted closer, their shoulders pressing together. “Close your eyes,” he said softly, his tone more commanding now. “Let’s just sleep.”
Woongki obeyed, his breathing evening out as he tried to relax. But the gentle press of Kyungho’s hand against his didn’t falter. It was a small gesture, but it anchored him in a way words never could.
As Woongki drifted off, Kyungho watched him, his chest filling with a quiet, protective warmth. He knew this moment couldn’t last forever. The risks were too high, the consequences too steep. But for now, in the stillness of the studio, with Woongki’s fingers curled around his, everything felt perfect.
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Kyungho’s heart pounded, loud enough that he swore Woongki could hear it.
The studio wasn’t much to look at—rows of thin mattresses, blankets scattered messily on the floor, and dim lighting that barely illuminated their faces. But somehow, right now, it felt like the only place in the world.
“You’re always like this,” Woongki said after a moment, his voice a soft grumble. “Like nothing bothers you.”
Kyungho’s smile widened, though it was still small. “That’s because nothing does. Not when it comes to you.”
Woongki blinked, his cheeks turning faintly pink. He looked away, his fingers tightening slightly around Kyungho’s as if grounding himself.
“Hyung…” Woongki started, but his words trailed off, caught in the silence between them.
Kyungho tilted his head, watching him closely. Woongki’s expression was unreadable for a second, but then his lips quirked into the tiniest, shyest smile. It made something in Kyungho’s chest ache in the best way.
“It’s fine,” Kyungho said softly, leaning in just a little closer. “You don’t have to say anything.”
Woongki sighed, his shoulders relaxing slightly. The dim light reflected in his eyes, making them shine in a way that Kyungho couldn’t look away from.
For a while, they stayed like that. Quiet. Close. The blanket draped over their shoulders felt like a cocoon, shielding them from everything outside.
Then, out of nowhere, a loud snore from Steven cut through the silence.
Woongki stifled a laugh, burying his face in Kyungho’s shoulder. Kyungho chuckled quietly, his hand tightening around Woongki’s. Across the room, JL groaned, rolling over on his mattress.
“Well, this is one way to end the night,” JL muttered, half-asleep.
Woongki lifted his head, his eyes crinkling at the edges as he smiled at Kyungho. “See? You’re too confident,” he teased.
“And you worry too much,” Kyungho shot back, though his voice was warm.
Woongki shook his head, but the small smile didn’t leave his face.
The studio fell quiet again, the occasional sound of shifting blankets or someone sighing in their sleep the only thing breaking the stillness.
Kyungho turned back to Woongki, his voice soft when he spoke again. “Are you cold?”
Woongki blinked, caught off guard by the question. “Huh? No. Why?”
Kyungho shrugged, his tone casual, though his hand shifted to rest against Woongki’s cheek. “Because I am. Help your hyung out, yeah?”
Woongki rolled his eyes, but the flush on his face was impossible to miss. “You’re so dramatic.”
“Is it working?” Kyungho asked, his grin widening.
Woongki huffed a quiet laugh, but before he could reply, Kyungho leaned in.
It was gentle at first—the softest brush of lips, barely there. Kyungho pulled back, just enough to gauge Woongki’s reaction.
Woongki froze, his wide eyes locking with Kyungho’s. But then, something shifted. Slowly, his eyes fluttered closed, and he leaned forward, closing the distance between them again.
This time, it wasn’t hesitant. Their lips pressed together, firmer now but still careful. Woongki’s hand found its way to Kyungho’s face, his touch light and uncertain, like he wasn’t sure if this was real.
Kyungho’s heart raced, his free hand cupping Woongki’s cheek as if to keep him there, to make sure he didn’t pull away.
For a moment, the world outside disappeared. The studio, the trainees, the risks—all of it melted away until there was only Woongki.
When they finally broke apart, their foreheads rested together, their breaths mingling in the quiet air.
Woongki opened his eyes slowly, his gaze soft but searching. “Hyung,” he whispered, his voice barely audible.
Kyungho smiled, brushing his thumb along Woongki’s cheek. “It’s okay,” he murmured. “We’re okay.”
Woongki didn’t say anything, but his hand stayed on Kyungho’s face, his thumb lightly tracing his jawline.
From across the room, JL groaned again, tossing in his sleep.
Kyungho chuckled quietly, his lips brushing against Woongki’s temple. “We should sleep before someone does wake up.”
Woongki nodded, his head resting on Kyungho’s shoulder. “Yeah. Just… stay here, okay?”
“Always,” Kyungho whispered, his voice steady and sure.
As Woongki’s eyes drifted closed, Kyungho let himself relax, the weight of the moment settling into something warm and steady in his chest. For now, it was enough.
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JL groaned softly, his hands flying to his ears in a desperate attempt to muffle the sounds. "Guys, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm trying to sleep here." The plea was met with silence, the trainees around him either oblivious or pretending to be. JL sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he gave up on the futile attempt to block out the noise.
Suddenly, a soft rustling beside him stirred, and Steven's eyes fluttered open. He looked around, his gaze scanning the dimly lit studio, taking in the forms of his fellow trainees scattered across the floor. His eyes paused on Kyungho and Woongki, their faces so close that their breaths could almost be mistaken for one.
JL's gaze shifted to where Kyungho and Woongki were huddled together, his eyes widened in realization. He nudged Steven with his elbow, whispering, "Do you think... are they doing what I think they're doing?" Steven, startled by the sudden interruption, tried to shush JL, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
"Keep it down, JL," he murmured, his voice low but firm. "They're just close." But even as he said it, Steven couldn't help but steal another glance at the pair. He could see the way Kyungho's hand was cupping Woongki's face, the softness in his eyes as he looked at Woongki. Likewise, he could see the way Woongki was looking back, his expression a mix of surprise and affection.
Despite the dim light, Steven could sense the electricity between them, and it sparked something within him. Almost as if it were a contagion, he felt a sudden warmth in his own chest, a fluttering in his stomach that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He looked away quickly, his eyes catching JL's in the process. JL's gaze was fixed on Woongki and Kyungho, and Steven saw the same unspoken tension reflected in his friends' eyes.
Steven's breath hitched as he tried to suppress a whimper, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He buried his face in the crook of his arm, trying to muffle the sounds escaping him. "I'm so sorry, JL," he whispered, his voice a low rasp. "Please don't look back, don't see me like this." The words were choked with tears, his body wracked with silent sobs.
JL's gaze followed Steven's, his eyes landing on the huddled figures of Kyungho and Woongki. The sight sent a wave of surprise coursing through him, and he let out a soft gasp, his eyes widening in realization.
JL, feeling Steven's body tense and the unmistakable poke of a growing boner against his back, suddenly realized the depth of the situation. His face flushed, and he quickly whispered, "Steven hyung, are you okay?" His own breathing hitched as he felt the intimacy of their proximity, the warmth of Steven's body pressing against him. Steven, meanwhile, squirmed, trying to discreetly shift his position to alleviate the growing discomfort.
"I'm so sorry, JL," he whispered, his voice choked with embarrassment and arousal. "I didn't mean to... it's just so..." He trailed off, his eyes darting towards Kyungho and Woongki, where their intense intimacy was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
Suddenly, Steven's body convulsed, his voice getting more restrained. There was a wet patch in his silky pajama pants, and it was stained with precum. JL, startled by Steven's sudden reaction, quickly turned to face him. "Steven? What's wrong?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.
Steven squirmed, trying to hide the growing evidence of his arousal. "It's nothing," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Just...just ignore me, JL. Please."
JL frowned, his gaze flicking between Steven and Kyungho and Woongki. He could see the tension in Steven's body, the way he was trying to discreetly shift his position. "Steven, are you sure you’re really okay?" he asked, his voice soft but persistent.
Upon hearing no response, JL moved his head position to look back at Steven, who was heated and in a sobbing mess from pleasure. JL faltered, a wave of understanding washing over him as he saw Steven rubbing his boner against his back, seeking friction and release.
JL's eyes widened in shock, the reality of the situation hitting him like a freight train.
"Steven," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he processed the sight before him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mix of concern and arousal coursing through his veins. He could feel Steven's heat through his clothes, could see the desperate need etched on his face. "Steven hyung, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur, as if speaking any louder would shatter the delicate moment.
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Kyungho could feel the hesitation growing from Woongki, but he caressed his arms and body gently, promising him with unspoken words that no penetration would be involved today. It was evident that his hole was still puckering from the previous sex engagement they had during the Second Annex. Kyungho’s touch was tender, reassuring, a silent promise that he understood Woongki's limits and respected them.
Woongki shivered under Kyungho's touch, his body tense with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Hyung...," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes searching Kyungho's for reassurance. "I... I don't think I can."
Kyungho nodded, his thumb brushing against Woongki's cheek in a gentle caress."We won't do anything you're not comfortable with," he whispered, his voice barely audible. But as he spoke, his eyes darkened, the desire within him growing stronger. He couldn't help it—he wanted Woongki, all of him, and he knew that Woongki wanted him too. He leaned in, his breath hot against Woongki's lips, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.
Then, he kissed him.
It was a deep kiss, a kiss that demanded a response, a kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation. Kyungho's lips pressed firmly against Woongki's, his tongue sliding between them, seeking, tasting, exploring. Woongki gasped, his eyes widening in surprise, but he didn't pull away.
Instead, he let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing against Kyungho's. "Hyung..." he whispered, his voice a hoarse plea.
Kyungho whispered to Woongki and said in a caring and raspy voice, "Woongki~ Ah… Don’t worry. I could feel your body shaking but I swear you will feel better soon. I promise I won’t do anything that will hurt you. So please trust me fully and surrender to me so I could fully make you feel the pleasure that you always wanted."
His words were a soothing balm, designed to calm Woongki's fears and insecurities. As he spoke, he could feel Woongki's breath slowing, his body relaxing further into his embrace. He knew that Woongki was struggling with the intimacy of the moment, with the reality of what they were about to do.
Kyungho could feel the tension in Woongki's body, the way he held his breath as if preparing for a punch. He knew he had to reassure him, to make him feel safe and secure.
"Woongki," Kyungho whispered, his voice gentle but firm. "Look at me." He waited until Woongki's eyes met his, his gaze filled with a mix of uncertainty and excitement. Kyungho smiled softly, his eyes reflecting his promise. "I promise you, Woongki. I will stop if you feel like you can't handle it anymore. I will stop if it's too much."
Woongki responded back with a slight exasperation, "Okay, hyung. I trust you. Promise me, hyung...
I promise,” Woongki whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked into Kyungho's eyes, trusting the unspoken promise within them. Kyungho's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and desire, his hand slowly sliding down Woongki's back, his fingers tracing the waistband of Woongki's pajama bottoms. His touch was gentle, almost tentative, as if inviting permission rather than demanding it.
Woongki's breath hitched slightly as he felt Kyungho's hand slip beneath the fabric, his skin tingling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. He stiffened for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening, but Kyungho's gaze held him captive, his touch reassuring and gentle.
Kyungho caressed Woongki’s head to show his acceptance of his terms and pulled Woongki closer to give tender kisses. He whispered to Woongki again, "Woongki~! Ah, I wanna try something new… It might be shocking to you, but I swear it could be something that only we can do…"
Woongki's eyes searched Kyungho's, seeking reassurance in the depths of his gaze. "What do you mean, hyung?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper, barely audible over the gentle rustle of their clothes.
Kyungho smiled, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and affection. "I want to explore you, Woongki," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to touch every inch of your skin, taste every part of you.
But don’t worry, we don’t have to do everything at once," Kyungho whispered, his hands cupping Woongki's cheeks, his thumbs gently brushing away the tendrils of hair that clung to Woongki's flushed face. Woongki's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of curiosity and fear flickering in their depths. He was obviously new to this, his inexperience evident in the way he bit his lip, hesitating.
"Hyung," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "I don't know if I can handle it." Kyungho smiled reassuringly, lowering his hands to the waistband of Woongki's pajama bottoms.
His fingers hesitated briefly, as if seeking permission, before slipping inside, tracing the soft skin of Woongki's hips. Woongki gasped softly at the intimate touch, his eyes widening in shock and arousal.
The studio seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Kyungho's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were exploring a sacred ground. His fingers traced the curve of Woongki's waist, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin just above his pubic bone.
Woongki's breath hitched, his body tensing as he tried to process the sensation. He bit his lip, his eyes searching Kyungho's for reassurance. "Hyung," he whispered, his voice a soft plea.
He slipped his hand lower, his fingers tugging at the waistband of Woongki's pajama bottoms. Woongki's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he realized what Kyungho was doing.
Suddenly, Kyungho removed his own underwear, revealing his soft nine-inch cock leaking with slick and precum. The sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation and fear through Woongki. He stared at it, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of Kyungho's naked body. "Hyung..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
A wave of courage swept over Woongki as he investigated Kyungho's eyes, the intensity of their connection unleashing a boldness he didn't know he possessed. He reached up, his fingers tracing the contours of Kyungho's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his touch.
He felt a sudden warmth in his chest, a warmth that spread through him like a wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in his body.
"Ah, Woongki-ah," Kyungho murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It's a way for us to connect. I don’t know if you ever heard of this, but it’s called docking." He wrapped one hand around both of their cocks, aligning them together, the soft skin of his foreskin sliding against the smooth head of Woongki's cocklet. He began to stroke them both, his touch gentle but firm, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace.
Woongki gasped, his eyes widening in shock and pleasure. The sensation was intense, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Kyungho's cock slipped inside Woongki, a sudden and breath-taking intrusion that sent shivers of pleasure and pain coursing through him. Woongki gasped, his body tensing as he tried to process the sensation, a mix of discomfort and exhilaration washing over him in waves.
Kyungho froze, his eyes widening in surprise and concern. "Woongki, are you okay?" he whispered, his voice laced with worry. He knew this was a first for Woongki, knew that he was navigating uncharted territory. He didn't want to push him too far, didn't want to cause him any pain.
As he stared into Woongki's eyes, he saw the raw desire burning within them, a desperation that matched his own. Their cocks became more entangled as Woongki started to grow in Kyungho’s foreskin, making them feel the warmth. It was a sensation unlike any other, a closeness that was both physical and emotional.
Kyungho could feel every pulse of Woongki's cock, every quiver of his body, and it sent shivers of pleasure down his spine. Woongki found pleasure in it, a pleasure that was both foreign and familiar. He wanted to stay connected forever, wanted to feel this closeness, this intimacy, for the rest of his life. He could feel Kyungho's heartbeat, could hear his breathing, could see the depth of emotion in his eyes.
As Kyungho's cock slipped deeper into him, Woongki's world shifted. The studio, the trainees, the noise and the chaos—all of it faded away, leaving only the two of them, their bodies entwined, their souls tangled. Woongki gasped, his eyes widening as he felt Kyungho's length fill him completely. He could feel every inch of him, could feel the weight of him, the heat of him. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so full and connected.
He whimpered, his body trembling as he struggled to adjust, to accommodate Kyungho's size. Kyungho, sensing Woongki's discomfort, stilled, his breathing ragged. "Are you okay?"
Kyungho murmured, his voice ragged as he tried to control the sporadic rhythm of his strokes. Woongki nodded, his breath coming in short gasps, his body trembling with the effort of moving in sync with Kyungho. "I'm trying," he panted, his hands clutching at Kyungho's shoulders, his nails digging into the firm muscle. "Just... just give me a second."
Kyungho's grip tightened, his movements becoming more erratic as he struggled to maintain control. "Woongki, slow down," he grunted, his body tensing as he fought the urge to speed up. "We don't want to hurt each other."
Woongki whimpered, his body shaking as he tried to match Kyungho's pace.
Their cockheads were glistening with precum and slick, and their cocks were achingly hard and throbbing that their cockheads were revealed. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Kyungho grunted, his grip on Woongki tightening as he fought to maintain control. He could feel Woongki's cock pulsing inside him, could feel the heat of him, the pressure of him. It was too much, too intense, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to feel this, wanted to feel every inch of Woongki, every quiver of his body.
He knew they were playing with fire, knew that someone could walk in or wake up at any moment. But he didn't care. The risk was thrilling, the danger exhilarating.
Both of their cocks were standing proudly, their glistening tips leaking precum. Kyungho looked down, his breath catching in his throat as he realized that they couldn't envelop each other anymore.
He bit his lip, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution.
"Woongki, have you ever heard of frottage?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Woongki's eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching as he felt Kyungho's cock slip out of his grasp. He looked down, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
"What's that?" he asked, his voice barely audible. Kyungho smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of Woongki's jaw. "It's a form of masturbation," he explained, his voice low and husky.
"It involves the penis being rubbed against another body part or surface for sexual pleasure." Kyungho shifted his position slightly, his hips moving against Woongki's, their cocks rubbing together. "Like this," he murmured, demonstrating the motion.
Woongki gasped, his eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. The sensation was intense, a friction that sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through him. He bit his lip, his hands gripping Kyungho's shoulders tighter as he tried to match his rhythm. "Ah, hyung... it feels so good," he whispered, his voice a low moan.
Kyungho grunted in agreement, his hips moving faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the quiet of the studio. He could feel Woongki's cock, hard and leaking, sliding against his own, the sensation driving him wild with desire.
Kyungho began to move his hand faster, his grip tightening as he rubbed both of their cocks in a frantic rhythm, their bodies aching and throbbing with the need for release. But as he felt Woongki's cock pulsing in his hand, he knew that he didn't want this to be over so soon. He wanted more, wanted everything. He wanted to feel every inch of Woongki, wanted to be as close to him as possible.
"Woongki," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need more. I need you closer."
Woongki gasped, his body tensing as he felt Kyungho's hand slowing, the pressure easing.
"What? Why?" he asked, his voice a desperate plea. He could feel his orgasm building, could feel his body trembling with the effort of holding it back.
He wanted this to last, wanted to feel Woongki's pleasure as well as his own. Woongki's hands explored Kyungho's chest, feeling his muscles tense and quiver beneath his touch. Kyungho's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt Woongki's fingers trace the contours of his chest, his thumb brushing against his nipple.
"Woongki," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "You feel so good."
Woongki's fingers trailed lower, his touch light and tentative as he explored the hard planes of Kyungho's body. He could feel the heat of him, the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his muscles.
Kyungho's cock rubbed against his thighs, the head of it nudging against his sensitive pucker, driving him to the brink of madness. Woongki moaned, a desperate, needy sound that echoed in the quiet of the studio.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down his spine. "Hyung... I can't... it's too much," he gasped, his body trembling as Kyungho's cock continued to rub against him, the friction almost unbearable. Kyungho grunted, his body tensing as he felt Woongki's desperation. "I know, Woongki," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire.
"I know it's too much. But I'm close, Woongki," Kyungho gasped, his voice ragged with desire as he felt the heat of his orgasm building. He started rubbing Woongki's cock vigorously, his fingers slick with sweat and precum. His friction increased as he rubbed his monster cock between Woongki's thighs, the sensation of their skin sliding against each other sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Woongki moaned, his body tensing as he felt the increased pressure between his legs. He could feel Kyungho's monster cockhead nudging against his pucker, the friction almost unbearable. "Hyung... I-I can't..." he stammered, his breath coming in short gasps, his body on the edge of release.
"Ah... Woongki-ah... I love you so much..." Kyungho exclaimed, his voice a ragged moan as he felt the flames of pleasure licking at his skin. His hips moved faster, his cock rubbing against Woongki's thighs, the friction almost unbearable. He could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, his body aching for release. But he didn't want to go over the edge without Woongki. He wanted to feel Woongki's pleasure, wanted to hear his moans, wanted to see his face contorted with ecstasy.
Woongki's nails dug into Kyungho's broad shoulders, his body writhing as he tried to ease the burn of friction.
Those words of affection were so simple and so profound, sent a jolt through Woongki. Tears welled up in his eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure and love he felt. The reconciliation they had worked so hard for, the risk they were taking right now—it was all worth it. He could feel Kyungho's love in every touch, in every caress, and it was more intoxicating than any pleasure he had ever known.
His own body was aching with the need for release, his cock throbbing with a desperation that matched the intensity in Kyungho's eyes. Their cocks were rubbing against each other in a frantic rhythm, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the quiet of the studio.
Woongki could feel Kyungho's monster cockhead nudging against his puckering hole, the friction almost unbearable. But he didn't want it to stop. He wanted this, wanted Kyungho, wanted everything that came with him.
"Hyung..." he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "Don't stop... Don't ever stop."
Kyungho grunted in response, his hips moving faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the studio.
Woongki could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he tried to hold it back. But Kyungho, reading his signs, knew what he needed. "Let go, Woongki," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "Let go with me."
Woongki's body tensed for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Then, with a cry, he came. His cock jerked violently, his hot cum spurting out and mixing with Kyungho's on their stomachs. The sensation of their release sent shivers down their spines, their bodies convulsing with the force of their orgasms. Kyungho, feeling Woongki's hot cum on his own skin, groaned and came as well, his cock pulsing as he released his load.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, their stomachs and thighs tainted with bodily fluids—a testament to the raw, passionate encounter they had just shared. Despite the mess, their love remained, stronger than ever. Woongki turned his head to stare into Kyungho's eyes, his expression soft and adoring.
"Hyung," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you." Kyungho smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked back at Woongki. "I love you too, Woongki," he replied, his voice a low murmur. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of Woongki's cheek, his touch filled with reverence. "I love you more than anything in this world." Woongki's eyes welled up with tears, his body shaking with the force of his emotions.
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As Steven lay on the floor, his eyes fixed on the entangled figures of Kyungho and Woongki. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance of desire and need that set Steven's body ablaze. His cock hardened instantly, pressing painfully against JL's back. He didn't bother to hide his arousal, his breaths coming in short gasps as he watched the scene unfold before him.
"Yah… Steven hyung, really. What are you doing right now," JL teased him knowingly that Steven has a one-sided crush on him. Steven's face flushed with embarrassment, tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to look away. But JL's voice drew him back, his gaze fixed on the entangled figures.
"Steven, what is it," JL murmured in a lwo voice. Steven hesitated, his body tensing as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then, in a rush of words, he spoke. "I'm really sorry, jagiya ~~. It's just that... once I trained and joined for this competition, I never got to pleasure myself. Hearing that kind of noise for the first time and also with you, as my crush, by my side, made me think of all kinds of things."
There was a pause, a brief moment of silence as JL processed Steven's words. He could feel the heat of Steven's breath on his back, could hear the desperation in his voice. He turned to look at him, his eyes softening with understanding. "Steven, I didn't realize..." he began, his voice gentle as he reached out to cup Steven's cheek.
"I'm sorry, Steven hyung," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur. "I didn't realize... I didn't know you were going through this."
Steven's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing as he tried to process JL's words. He had expected many things—teasing, laughter, maybe even anger. But not this. Not understanding. Not kindness.
JL gave a small chuckle, his lips curling into a soft smile as he looked into Steven's eyes. He was shocked, truly shocked, by the purity and adorableness he saw in them despite
Steven's stoic aura and large build. He had always found Steven intimidating, his broad shoulders and quiet demeanor giving him an air of untouchability.
But as they talked more, as they shared more moments together, he started to see the real Steven—the pure, innocent heart hidden beneath the stern exterior.
"Hyung... I never knew you felt this way," JL said softly, his hand still cupping Steven's cheek. He could feel the warmth of Steven's skin, could see the vulnerability in his eyes. He had always known Steven had feelings for him, but he had never realized the depth of them, had never known the extent of his struggle.
"It's okay, Steven," he murmured, his voice gentle as he looked into his eyes. "Don't cry. I'll help you."
Gently, he caressed Steven's cheeks, then slowly lowered his hands to his silk pajama pants. Steven watched, his breath hitching as JL undid the drawstring and slid the pants down his legs. JL kicked off his own pants, turning to the side to give Steven better access. Steven's eyes widened at the sight of JL's toned thighs, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what was about to happen.
"Jagiya..." he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. JL smiled reassuringly as his eyes become soft with understanding. "It's okay, Steven," he said, his voice barely audible as he looked into his eyes.
Steven's eyes met JL's, and he felt a spark of determination ignite within him. He reached up, his large hands cupping JL's ass cheeks, and gave them a gentle slap.
"Yah... what are you doing, hyung?" JL responded playfully, pinching Steven's cheek in return. "I'm sorry, jagiya~~, I just got too excited," Steven admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. JL laughed, his eyes softening with understanding.
"It's okay, Steven hyung. Just make sure you insert the tip. We don't have any lubricant right now," JL whispered.
Steven nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at JL's body. He had never done this before, never even imagined himself in such a situation. But as his heart pounded in his chest, Steven found himself driven by a primal instinct, a desperate need to connect with JL in the most intimate way possible. He leaned down, his fingers tentatively exploring JL's mouth, seeking out the warmth and wetness he needed.
Steven used his fingers and inserted them into JL’s mouth to use his saliva as lube. He slowly inserted them one by one, feeling the smooth surface of JL's tongue gliding against his skin. JL's eyes widened in surprise, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt Steven's fingers invading his mouth. His cheeks hollowed as he sucked on them, coating them with his saliva.
Steven's heart raced as he watched JL's lips enveloping his fingers, the sight sending shivers of anticipation down his spine.
He withdrew his fingers, now slick with saliva, and began to rub them over his cockhead, coating it with the temporary lube. He felt a pang of guilt, knowing that this was JL's first time, knowing that he was taking something precious from him. But the sight of JL's body, the feel of his skin, the taste of his lips—it was all too much to resist.
Steven positioned himself behind JL, his cockhead nudging against the tight pucker of JL's hole. He gritted his teeth, willed his body to remain still, as he fought the primal urge to ram himself inside. He knew he had to be careful, knew that he couldn't hurt JL. But as he felt the heat of JL's body, the tension of his muscles, he found himself struggling to maintain control.
"Ah...hyung," he murmured, his breath hitching as he felt the heat of Steven's cockhead against his entrance. His body tensed, then relaxed, his back arching as he pressed himself against Steven's cock, seeking more contact.
Steven froze, his heart pounding in his chest as he felt JL's body respond to his touch. He had been nervous, had been afraid of hurting JL, but this reaction—it gave him confidence, made him believe that he was doing something right. He reached out, his hands gripping JL's hips, his fingers digging into the firm muscle as he slowly pushed himself inside.
JL moaned again, his head falling back against Steven's shoulder, his body arching further as he felt the burn of Steven's cock entering him.
"Fuck," he whispered, the word escaping his lips like a secret, a dirty, forbidden secret. Steven felt a shiver of excitement run down his spine, his cock throbbing at the sound of that word, that dirty word, coming from JL's lips. He had never heard JL swear before, had never heard him say anything even remotely close to obscene. But now, here it was, a whispered "fuck" from JL's lips, and it drove him wild with desire.
Steven's hands tightened on JL's hips, his grip almost painful as he fought to maintain control. He wanted to ram himself inside, wanted to claim JL, wanted to make him scream with pleasure and pain.
He had inserted the tip, but this time, Steven's excitement got the better of him. He couldn't stop, couldn't restrain himself as he felt the heat of JL's body, the tightness of his entrance.
He pushed further, feeling JL's muscles clenching around him, the sensation sending shivers of ecstasy down his spine. He wanted more, wanted all of JL, wanted to prove that he could dominate the talented, beloved boy from Universe League. He pushed in further, his cock filling JL, his hips slamming against JL's ass with a force that echoed through the studio.
JL gasped, his body tensing as he felt Steven's cock filling him, stretching him in a way he had never experienced before. The pain was intense, but so was the pleasure, a mix of sensations that sent his mind reeling.
JL's body clenched around him, his muscles tightening as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. Steven's grip on JL's hips tightened, his fingers digging into the firm muscle as he fought to maintain control.
With a sudden thrust, he buried himself completely inside JL, the sound of their bodies slapping together echoing through the studio. Woongki and Kyungho's moans were echoes of a symphony, silenced by the background noises of the studio.
Steven pulled JL into a tighter grasp, his arms wrapping around JL's chest as he hugged him, feeling the tense muscles of JL's body as he tried to adjust to the intrusion. Steven could feel JL's heart pounding against his own, could hear his ragged breaths, could feel the heat of his body.
"Jagiya... are you okay?" Steven whispered, his voice a ragged murmur against JL's ear. JL nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "I'm good," he replied, his voice barely audible. "Just... need a moment." Steven nodded, his hands gentle on JL's hips. He knew they couldn't move, knew they had to stay still and silent, lest they wake the rest of the members.
All around them, the studio was a mess of tangled bodies and discarded clothes. Kyungho and Woongki lay entwined on the floor, their bodies slick with sweat and cum. They had reached their climax together as same time as JL and Steven, their moans of pleasure echoing through the studio. Now, they lay silent, their bodies still joined as they recovered from their intense encounter.
Steven carefully pulled out, his cock still semi-hard and glistening with their mixed juices. He reached for a small towel nearby, dampening it with water from the bottle he had brought with him. He took his time cleaning JL, his touch gentle and tender, as if he were handling something fragile and precious.
Once he was satisfied that JL was clean, he wrapped the towel around his spent cock and tossed it aside. He then shifted their position, pulling JL close to him, their bodies pressed tightly together. He could feel JL's heartbeat against his own, could hear his ragged breaths slowly calming as he drifted off to sleep. Steven closed his eyes, a contented smile playing on his lips as he held onto JL, their bodies entwined in a silent promise.
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"Rise and shine, trainees!"
The producer’s overly cheerful voice cut through the stillness of the studio, piercing through blankets and sleepy groans like a knife. "Yes, yes, I know it’s early, but we have a big day ahead of us!"
Kyungho groaned, blinking up at the fluorescent lights that felt far too bright for this hour. He tried to bury his face into the pillow—or what he thought was a pillow—only to find his head resting on Woongki’s shoulder. Woongki was still out cold, his messy hair sticking out in all directions, making him look softer than he’d ever admit.
For a moment, Kyungho allowed himself to relax. The memory of last night—the quiet touches, the whispered promises—played in his mind like a dream. He smiled, feeling a warmth bloom in his chest.
But the growing noise around them shattered the moment. Blankets rustled, footsteps thudded, and voices rose as the other trainees started moving. Sighing, Kyungho reached out to nudge Woongki gently.
“Wake up,” he whispered, his voice low.
Woongki let out a small, sleepy whine before his eyes fluttered open. He blinked a few times, groggy and confused, before stretching his arms over his head.
“Is it already morning?” he mumbled, his voice scratchy from sleep.
“Unfortunately,” Kyungho said with a small smile, helping him sit up.
Across the room, Zhang Shuaibo was walking toward the kitchen when he caught sight of them. He slowed, giving Kyungho a knowing look. “Good morning, you two,” he said, smirking. “Looks like someone had a busy night.”
Woongki turned red instantly, burying his face in his hands, but Kyungho only laughed. “Something like that,” he replied casually, ruffling Woongki’s hair.
Before either of them could say more, JL appeared, looking as though he’d just been chased through the woods. His usual calm demeanor was gone, replaced by a nervous energy that made Zhang Shaibo raise an eyebrow.
“JL,” Shuaibo said, folding his arms. “Those noises last night—was that you in the closet?”
Woongki perked up at that, glancing between JL and Zhang curiously.
JL froze like a deer caught in headlights, his face turning beet red. “I—I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he stammered, avoiding everyone’s gaze.
Steven, standing nearby, shot JL a concerned look. “JL,” he said softly, his voice low enough that only JL could hear. “Are you okay?”
But JL didn’t respond. He just muttered something incoherent and hurried away, leaving Steven frowning after him.
Woongki didn’t have time to dwell on it. His attention was already back on Kyungho, who had slipped away to talk to the producer at the far end of the room. Without thinking, Woongki stood up and began weaving through the crowd of trainees, determined to reach him.
“Hyung!” he called out when he was close enough.
Kyungho turned at the sound of his voice. For a moment, their eyes met, and Woongki felt his heart skip. But then Kyungho’s expression shifted. The warmth in his eyes disappeared, replaced by something cold and distant.
“What’s up with you?” Woongki asked, his voice quiet but laced with confusion.
Kyungho’s jaw clenched. Without answering, he turned and walked away, leaving Woongki standing there, stunned.
The sting of Kyungho’s dismissal hit like a punch to the chest. Just hours ago, they had been so close, so... happy. And now, Kyungho wouldn’t even look at him.
“Why?” Woongki whispered to himself, his hands clenching at his sides.
Meanwhile, across the room, Park Han had been watching the drama unfold. He stepped forward, grabbing both JL and Steven by the arms and dragging them to a quieter corner.
“What the hell happened last night?” Park Han’s voice was low, his tone sharp enough to make both boys flinch.
“Nothing!” JL said quickly, his voice barely above a whisper. “We were just... talking.”
“Talking?” Park Han raised an eyebrow, clearly unimpressed. “You do realize we’re on camera all the time, right? The producers don’t miss anything.”
JL’s face turned even redder, and he looked down at his feet, guilt written all over him. Steven, however, stood his ground.
“We didn’t do anything wrong,” Steven said firmly. “You’re acting like we’re criminals or something.”
Park Han sighed, running a hand through his hair. “Look, I get it,” he said, his voice softening slightly. “But you need to understand something. The producers are waiting for you to slip up. They’ll use anything they can to stir up drama.”
JL swallowed hard, his shoulders tense.
“And JL,” Park Han continued, his gaze locking onto him. “You’re the JL. The most popular trainee in Universe League. Everyone’s watching you—everyone. You don’t get to have a bad day or a weak moment without it becoming a headline.”
Steven’s defiance faltered at that, and he exchanged a worried glance with JL.
“Just... be careful,” Park Han said, stepping back. “This place isn’t forgiving.”
As Park Han walked away, JL and Steven were left standing there in silence, the weight of his words sinking in.
Woongki, still standing near the center of the studio, watched Kyungho’s retreating back with a heavy heart. He took a deep breath, his resolve hardening.
He wasn’t going to let this go. Not without answers.