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The practice room was loud with the sound of sneakers squeaking against polished wood, music blasting from the speakers, and uneven breathing filling the space between beats. They’d been at it for hours, the mirrors fogging from the heat of bodies moving nonstop.
Sunoo’s hair clung damply to his temples as he tried to focus on the choreography, his legs burning from repetition. He should’ve been counting steps, remembering formations, making sure his angles matched the others.
But his eyes… they had other plans.
Right in front of him, Jungwon was dancing like the center belonged to him — and maybe it did. The fitted black shirt stretched over his shoulders each time he raised his arms, the fabric pulling tight across his chest. The neckline dipped just enough to show the sheen of sweat at his collarbone. And those damn gray sweatpants.
They clung low on his hips, waistband loose enough to sag slightly when he jumped. Every movement made the soft fabric shift, hinting at shape, at size, at things Sunoo had no business thinking about in the middle of rehearsal.
He bit his lip and tore his gaze away, forcing himself to look at the mirror instead of Jungwon’s reflection. But the problem was, the mirror made it worse. Every thrust of Jungwon’s hips during the choreo, every sharp turn, every moment his thighs flexed beneath the sweatpants — Sunoo could see it from every angle.
And Jungwon noticed.
Of course he did. The smirk that tugged at his mouth whenever their eyes met wasn’t friendly. It was knowing. Dangerous. Like he’d caught Sunoo red-handed in a crime.
By the time they finished the set, Sunoo was flushed — and not just from the dancing. He bent over to grab his water bottle, trying to cool down, but his brain betrayed him with the image of Jungwon standing there, shirt damp with sweat, sweatpants hanging low.
“Sunoo.”
The voice was low, right behind him. He froze.
When he turned, Jungwon was leaning against the wall, one hand gripping the hem of his shirt to wipe the sweat off his neck. The movement exposed the faint trail of skin from his stomach downward, the waistband of his sweats dipping dangerously.
“You keep zoning out,” Jungwon said casually, but his eyes held that same sharp glint. “Problem?”
Sunoo shook his head too quickly. “No, just— tired.”
“Mm.” Jungwon pushed off the wall, stepping closer until Sunoo could see the droplets of sweat sliding down his temple. The room was empty now; the others had left to grab snacks. It was just the two of them, the music faint in the background.
“You’re lying,” Jungwon murmured.
Sunoo’s heart kicked. “I’m not—”
“Then why,” Jungwon interrupted, voice dipping lower, “do I keep catching you staring at my—” his gaze dropped briefly, deliberately “—hips?”
Sunoo’s breath hitched.
Jungwon stepped closer again, so close Sunoo could feel the heat radiating from him. He smelled faintly of cologne and sweat — a mix that made Sunoo’s knees feel unsteady.
“Do you like them?” Jungwon’s tone was slow, teasing, as he tilted his head. “The sweatpants?”
Sunoo’s ears burned. “You’re imagining things.”
“No,” Jungwon said, smirk widening. “I think you’ve been imagining other things.”
Sunoo swallowed hard, trying to take a step back, but Jungwon followed until his back hit the mirrored wall.
With one hand, Jungwon braced himself beside Sunoo’s head, his other hand tugging lightly at the waistband of his sweatpants. Just enough to show a bit more skin. “You can keep staring if you want,” he said, voice like a dare.
“I’m not—” Sunoo started, but the words died when Jungwon leaned in, lips brushing his ear.
“Wanna keep staring,” Jungwon whispered, “or do you want to touch?”
The silence that followed was thick. Sunoo’s fingers twitched at his sides. His breathing was shallow, heart hammering in his chest.
Jungwon didn’t move at first — just watched him, eyes steady and dark, like he could see straight through every wall Sunoo tried to build. The heat between them was thick, clinging, as if the room had gotten smaller just for the two of them.
Sunoo’s gaze dropped without permission. The gray fabric of Jungwon’s sweatpants stretched in a way that made it impossible to pretend he wasn’t hard. The outline was bold — thicker, heavier than Sunoo had ever let himself imagine.
“You’re not answering me,” Jungwon murmured, the edge of amusement threading through his voice.
“I—” Sunoo’s voice cracked. His fingers twitched again, useless at his sides.
Jungwon’s smirk deepened. Slowly, deliberately, he reached down — not to adjust himself, but to take Sunoo’s right hand in his own. His palm was hot, fingers firm as they wrapped around Sunoo’s smaller ones.
And then, without breaking eye contact, Jungwon guided his hand down.
Sunoo’s breath caught hard in his throat.
The moment his palm pressed against Jungwon’s bulge, it was like every thought he’d been trying to shove away came rushing back at once. The heat radiated through the thin fabric, the weight of it shocking. He could feel the thick shape, the way it twitched subtly under his touch.
Jungwon’s voice dropped even lower, almost a growl. “Big, isn’t it?”
Sunoo’s lips parted soundlessly. His fingers curled just slightly, and Jungwon’s breath hitched — not enough to be obvious, but enough for Sunoo to notice.
“Go ahead,” Jungwon murmured, his hand still covering Sunoo’s, pressing him in firmer. “Feel how hard you make me during practice. All those little glances? This is what you do to me.”
Sunoo’s cheeks burned hot, embarrassment and arousal knotting in his chest. He swallowed, his fingertips tracing along the thick ridge beneath the sweatpants before he could stop himself.
Jungwon exhaled sharply, head tipping forward until his forehead nearly touched Sunoo’s. “Fuck… you don’t even know what you’re doing to me right now.”
The heat between them was suffocating. Jungwon’s scent — clean sweat, faint cologne — curled into Sunoo’s lungs. The mirror behind him reflected the way Jungwon was towering over him, black shirt clinging to his chest, gray sweats hanging low and obscene.
Jungwon’s hand finally slipped away, letting Sunoo decide whether to pull back or keep touching. But his smirk said he already knew the choice.
Sunoo should’ve stepped back. He should’ve put distance between them before his brain stopped working entirely.
But his palm stayed exactly where it was.
The heat radiating from Jungwon’s length seeped into his skin, and the solid weight beneath the gray fabric made his stomach twist with something that felt too dangerous to name. His fingers moved almost on instinct, a tentative brush along the thick outline.
Jungwon’s eyes darkened immediately.
“That’s it,” he murmured, his voice low enough that it felt like a vibration in Sunoo’s chest. “Don’t stop now.”
Before Sunoo could respond, Jungwon closed the distance, his chest pressing into Sunoo’s, his hands coming up to pin Sunoo lightly against the mirror. The cold glass at his back was a sharp contrast to the heat in front of him.
Jungwon dipped his head, lips hovering by Sunoo’s ear. “You like the way it feels, don’t you?”
Sunoo’s breath shuddered out. He didn’t answer, but his hand betrayed him — stroking a little more firmly now, fingers tracing the shape that the sweatpants could barely hide.
“Fuck…” Jungwon’s quiet groan was raw, almost inaudible, but it lit Sunoo’s skin on fire. Jungwon moved in closer, his hips pressing forward so that Sunoo’s hand was trapped between them. The thick heat of him filled Sunoo’s palm completely.
Every slow, deliberate roll of Jungwon’s hips pushed more of that heavy length into his touch, the fabric dragging just enough to make it obscene. Sunoo’s lips parted, eyes darting up to see Jungwon’s face — the sharp line of his jaw, the glint in his eyes, the way his bottom lip was caught briefly between his teeth.
“You’re getting me worked up in the middle of practice,” Jungwon said, tone rough now, each word laced with control that felt ready to snap. “Do you have any idea how hard it is not to—” He cut himself off, jaw tightening.
Sunoo’s pulse was pounding in his ears. Every breath was short, shallow. He felt dizzy from the closeness, the scent, the heat, the way Jungwon’s body seemed to surround him completely.
It was too much.
His free hand curled into Jungwon’s shirt, fingers gripping the damp fabric at his side. His voice came out barely above a whisper. “Bathroom.”
Jungwon froze for half a second — then his smirk returned, sharper than before. “Couldn’t even last five minutes, huh?”
Sunoo flushed hard, but Jungwon was already taking his wrist, pulling him away from the mirror. His steps were unhurried, but there was a purpose in the way he moved, keeping Sunoo close as they crossed the empty practice room.
The bathroom door clicked shut behind them.
The air in the small space was warmer, thicker, the faint hum of the music outside muffled now. Jungwon backed Sunoo against the counter, caging him in with his arms. The overhead light cast shadows that made his eyes look darker, more dangerous.
He leaned in until his nose brushed Sunoo’s cheek, his voice a low rasp. “Now…” His hand slid back to Sunoo’s, guiding it again to the bulge in his sweatpants. “Show me how desperate you really are.”
Jungwon’s hand slid over Sunoo’s, pressing it harder into the thick heat beneath the gray sweatpants. The fabric was damp in places now, warmth radiating straight into Sunoo’s palm.
“Go on,” Jungwon murmured, his lips so close Sunoo could feel the faint brush of each word. “If you’re gonna keep staring every practice… at least put that pretty mouth to use.”
Sunoo’s throat tightened. His breath came quick and uneven, but his fingers hooked into the waistband almost without thinking. The soft cotton stretched as he tugged down, slow at first, eyes darting up to see if Jungwon would stop him.
He didn’t.
The sweatpants slid past Jungwon’s hips, pooling low enough to expose the thick outline now straining against the last barrier — black briefs that did absolutely nothing to hide just how big he really was.
Sunoo’s lips parted slightly, his breath hitching. “You’re—”
“Bigger than you thought?” Jungwon finished for him, a faint smirk pulling at his mouth. “Don’t be shy now.”
His fingers curled under Sunoo’s chin, tilting his face up for just a second before letting go. Then he stepped back half a pace, enough to give Sunoo room — or rather, enough space for Sunoo to kneel.
Sunoo’s knees hit the tile with a dull thud.
From this angle, Jungwon looked even larger, towering over him, black shirt clinging to his torso, sweatpants hanging loose at his thighs. Sunoo hooked his fingers into the waistband of the briefs and pulled them down.
His breath caught audibly.
Jungwon was thick, heavy, the flushed head already glistening faintly. Even hanging half-hard, he looked too big to fit in Sunoo’s mouth comfortably.
Sunoo’s fingers wrapped around him — or tried to. The girth made his fingertips barely touch. He gave an experimental stroke, the velvety skin hot and smooth under his palm. Jungwon let out a low sound, not quite a groan, his hips shifting just slightly forward.
“Lick,” Jungwon said simply, voice rougher now.
Sunoo’s tongue darted out, giving a tentative swipe along the underside. The salty taste hit first, mixed with something headier, more addictive. Encouraged by the faint hitch in Jungwon’s breathing, he licked again, slower this time, from base to tip.
Jungwon’s fingers slid into his hair, guiding him without force. “That’s it… pretty boy.”
Sunoo closed his lips around the flushed head, trying to take more of him in — but the stretch was immediate, almost too much. He pulled back slightly, cheeks hollowing as he sucked just the tip, tongue swirling.
“Fuck,” Jungwon breathed, his grip tightening in Sunoo’s hair for just a moment. “Your mouth’s so small… feels like it’s choking already.”
Sunoo whimpered at the words, the vibration making Jungwon’s cock twitch against his tongue. He tried again, easing forward, but the thickness made his jaw ache. Still, the weight in his mouth, the heat, the faint taste of him — it made something coil tight in his stomach.
Jungwon’s other hand came up to the counter behind Sunoo, bracing himself. His breathing had grown heavier now, every exhale fanning over the top of Sunoo’s head. “Don’t rush. Just… make it messy.”
Sunoo obeyed, letting his saliva slick the length as he stroked with one hand, licking along every vein, pressing kisses to the base before dragging his tongue all the way up again. Jungwon’s abs tensed under the black shirt each time Sunoo’s lips wrapped around him.
When Sunoo pulled back, Sunoo’s lips were still parted, his chest rising and falling quickly, the faint smear of spit glistening at the corner of his mouth. The sight made something in Jungwon snap — that dark patience in his gaze shifting into something far more possessive.
Without a word, Jungwon’s hand slid deeper into Sunoo’s hair, fingers threading through the damp strands until his palm rested firmly at the back of his head. The grip wasn’t rough at first, but it was solid — a silent promise that Sunoo wasn’t going anywhere.
“Open wider,” Jungwon ordered, his voice low and smooth, though the tension in it was unmistakable.
Sunoo swallowed, his lips parting obediently. Jungwon guided the flushed head of his cock back between them, pushing just past the tip.
The heat was immediate — tight, wet, almost too much. Jungwon’s eyes fluttered half-closed for a brief second before snapping back to Sunoo’s face. “Good… keep looking at me.”
Sunoo’s gaze lifted, wide and glassy, his jaw stretching as Jungwon slowly began to push in deeper.
The first shallow thrust was slow, deliberate, the kind that let Sunoo feel every inch of thickness sliding over his tongue. The second was a little deeper, making Sunoo’s throat tense instinctively. Jungwon’s thumb brushed along his jaw, tilting his head just slightly for the angle he wanted.
“Breathe through your nose,” Jungwon murmured, almost soothing — but his hips kept moving, a steady, controlled rhythm that eased more of him into that small, warm mouth.
By the fourth slow thrust, Sunoo’s eyes were already watering. The stretch was obscene, his lips pulled tight around the girth, saliva beginning to spill from the corners and drip down his chin. Jungwon groaned low at the sight, the sound vibrating through his chest.
“Fuck… look at you,” he rasped, his grip tightening just enough to hold Sunoo still as he rocked forward again, deeper this time. The head of his cock brushed the back of Sunoo’s throat, and the slight gag only made him curse under his breath.
Sunoo’s hands had moved to grip Jungwon’s thighs now, nails pressing lightly into the firm muscle as he tried to steady himself. His breathing was quick and shallow through his nose, each inhale brushing against the heat of Jungwon’s skin.
“Relax,” Jungwon said, his voice a little rougher now, his hips slowing again — not out of mercy, but to savor the way Sunoo’s throat fluttered around him. “You can take more. I know you can.”
And then he pushed in again, this time holding him there for a heartbeat. Sunoo’s throat flexed around the intrusion, tears blurring his vision as his tongue instinctively curled along the underside.
When Jungwon finally pulled back, the wet sound of his cock sliding free made Sunoo’s stomach clench. Spit connected his lips to the flushed tip, and he was panting through his nose, cheeks flushed deep pink.
Jungwon smirked down at him, thumb swiping along his bottom lip before pressing it down again. “Messy. Perfect. You’re gonna keep going until you can’t breathe without thinking about me.”
He didn’t give Sunoo time to answer. His hand guided him forward again, the slow, heavy slide filling his mouth once more, hips rolling lazily as if testing how much deeper he could go.
The steady pressure, the weight of it on his tongue, the way Jungwon’s breathing was getting heavier — it all made Sunoo’s own pulse race faster. He could feel his own body reacting, heat pooling low in his belly even though Jungwon hadn’t touched him once.
Sunoo could feel it — the way Jungwon’s fingers tightened in his hair, the way his breathing turned heavier, rougher. That low, throaty sound escaped him again, the kind that sent heat straight down Sunoo’s spine.
“Fuck…” Jungwon muttered under his breath, his jaw clenching.
And then he stopped holding back.
His hips snapped forward with more force, pushing past the shallow pace he’d kept. The thick length slid deep into Sunoo’s mouth, hitting the back of his throat with each thrust. Sunoo’s eyes flew wide, his hands gripping tighter onto Jungwon’s thighs as the pace picked up.
Wet, obscene sounds filled the small bathroom — the slick drag of saliva, the faint choked gasps as Sunoo tried to breathe through his nose. Drool spilled freely from the corners of his mouth, dripping down his chin, smearing across the flushed skin of his neck.
Jungwon used the counter behind Sunoo as leverage, one hand gripping the edge while the other kept Sunoo’s head steady. “That’s it… take it,” he growled, hips grinding forward again, burying himself to the hilt for just a second before pulling back.
Sunoo gagged when the tip pushed too deep, his throat tightening reflexively. The sound made Jungwon groan, the vibration sending a shiver through him. He didn’t slow — if anything, he thrust harder, the wet heat around him making his control slip even faster.
Tears streamed down Sunoo’s cheeks now, his lashes clumped together, but his wide eyes stayed locked on Jungwon’s face. It was dizzying, being pinned like this, every sense filled with him — his scent, his heat, the sheer size stretching Sunoo’s mouth to its limit.
“You’re mine,” Jungwon rasped, his voice breaking slightly with the force of his thrusts. “You know that, right? Only you get me like this.”
Sunoo’s answering whimper was muffled around him, sending another pulse of heat through Jungwon. His grip tightened, hips stuttering as the pressure coiled low in his stomach.
He buried himself one last time, the blunt head pressing deep into Sunoo’s throat. “Swallow,” Jungwon ordered, voice rough and final.
The first hot pulse of release hit hard, spilling straight down Sunoo’s throat before he could even react. Jungwon groaned low, hips rolling as more thick spurts followed, forcing Sunoo to swallow around the steady flow. Each gulp made Jungwon’s grip twitch in his hair, his breath shuddering with the aftershocks.
By the time he pulled back, a thin string of cum and spit clung between Sunoo’s lips and the flushed tip. Sunoo was panting through his nose, his cheeks wet with tears, saliva smeared across his chin.
Jungwon cupped his jaw, tilting his head up. “Open.”
Sunoo did — revealing the faint traces he hadn’t swallowed, which Jungwon wiped away with his thumb before pressing it back to Sunoo’s lips. “Messy little thing,” he murmured with a smirk, his thumb lingering there until Sunoo’s tongue flicked over it.
His gaze was heavy, dark — not satisfied, not even close.
Without warning, he hooked his fingers into the collar of Sunoo’s shirt and tugged him upward from the floor. Sunoo stumbled slightly, the sudden shift making his knees weak, but Jungwon caught him easily, one arm snaking around his waist.
“You think we’re done?” Jungwon murmured against his ear, the warmth of his breath sending a shiver straight down Sunoo’s spine. “Not even close.”
Before Sunoo could speak, Jungwon spun him gently but firmly, pressing his chest toward the cool counter. The bathroom mirror loomed in front of them now, showing Sunoo’s flushed face, the wet sheen on his lips, the damp strands of hair clinging to his cheeks.
Jungwon stood behind him, his presence crowding every inch of space. His hands slid down Sunoo’s sides, slow and deliberate, until they hooked into the waistband of his sweatpants. The tug was lazy at first, letting the elastic stretch and snap lightly against Sunoo’s hips.
“Pants off,” Jungwon ordered, his tone quiet but leaving no room for argument.
Sunoo hesitated only a moment before pushing them down, the loose fabric pooling around his ankles. His briefs followed with a simple tug from Jungwon, leaving him bare from the waist down. The cool air of the bathroom ghosted over his skin, making him shiver.
Jungwon stepped in closer, his clothed hips brushing against Sunoo’s exposed backside. One large palm smoothed over the curve of Sunoo’s ass, fingers splaying wide to knead the flesh lightly before tracing down the cleft.
Sunoo inhaled sharply, his eyes flicking to the mirror just in time to see Jungwon’s smirk reflected there.
“Already twitching for me,” Jungwon murmured, dragging the pad of his middle finger slowly over the tight ring of muscle. He didn’t push in — just circled lazily, teasing, the pressure feather-light but maddening.
Sunoo’s toes curled against the tile. “Jungwon…” he whispered, his voice half a plea, half a warning.
“Hmm?” Jungwon feigned innocence, his touch never stilling. “Just getting you used to it. You’re so tense back here.” His other hand pressed against Sunoo’s lower back, keeping him bent slightly forward over the counter.
His teasing grew slower, more deliberate — a gentle swipe, a press that barely indented the muscle, pulling away only to circle again. The sensation had Sunoo’s thighs clenching, his breath coming faster despite the lack of real penetration.
“Look at yourself,” Jungwon murmured, tilting Sunoo’s chin toward the mirror. “Mouth still messy from sucking me off, and now you’re pushing back into my fingers like you want more.”
Sunoo bit his lip, eyes darting away from the reflection, but Jungwon gave his ass a light smack, just enough to make him gasp. “Eyes up, baby. I want you to watch.”
With that, Jungwon’s teasing touch returned, the tip of his finger pressing a little firmer now, enough for Sunoo to feel the promise of intrusion without satisfaction.
“Beg for it,” Jungwon said, voice low but commanding. “Or I’ll keep you like this all day.”
But Jungwon’s patience snapped.
The teasing circles of his finger stopped, replaced by the solid press of his hips closing the space between them. “We don’t have time for slow,” he muttered against Sunoo’s ear, his voice deep and tight with restraint he was already losing.
Sunoo barely had time to inhale before Jungwon was lining up, his hands firm on Sunoo’s hips. The first push made Sunoo’s knees lock, the stretch sharp and overwhelming — and yet Jungwon didn’t stop. Inch by inch, the heat and weight sank into him, every bit making Sunoo’s breath stutter.
“Breathe,” Jungwon rasped, his thumbs rubbing small circles into Sunoo’s skin as if that would make it easier.
Sunoo’s eyes prickled, his lashes wet. It wasn’t pain exactly — it was too much, too real, the solid presence filling him until he swore he could feel every vein, every beat of Jungwon’s pulse inside him. His fingers clutched at the cold countertop, grounding himself while his body trembled from the stretch.
“Good,” Jungwon whispered, leaning over him so close their cheeks brushed. “You can take it. You always do.”
The mirror caught everything — Sunoo’s flushed face, parted lips, the way his eyes shone as Jungwon’s hips pressed forward until there was no space left between them. The gray sweatpants hung low on Jungwon’s hips now, just enough to keep up the illusion of control, but his body was trembling faintly with the effort of holding still.
Sunoo let out a shaky breath, unsure if he was shaking from the intrusion or from the way Jungwon’s warmth seemed to consume him entirely.
“You feel that?” Jungwon asked, his tone dark and certain, like he already knew the answer. “Every bit of me. Right where you’re supposed to have me.”
Sunoo’s throat worked, but the only sound that came out was a small, choked whimper.
Jungwon’s smirk returned, but it was softer this time, almost fond. He slid one hand from Sunoo’s hip to rest against his stomach, holding him steady. “We’ve got to be quick,” he murmured, his voice threaded with urgency now. “But I’m not leaving you empty.”
Then he drew back — only slightly — before pushing forward again, the motion slower than his words suggested, as though he couldn’t help savoring the feeling despite the time ticking away outside the door.
Sunoo’s knees threatened to give out entirely, but Jungwon’s grip kept him upright. The bathroom was filled with the muted sound of their breathing, quick and uneven, echoing off the tiled walls.
“Don’t hide from me,” Jungwon said, catching Sunoo’s gaze in the mirror again. “I want to see everything when we move.”
Jungwon’s movements picked up — not frantic, but heavy, purposeful. Each thrust landed deep, the sound of their bodies meeting muffled by the bathroom’s tight acoustics. His grip never loosened, one hand braced firmly on Sunoo’s hip, the other keeping him anchored against the counter as though letting go wasn’t an option.
Sunoo could feel the urgency in him now, the way every push was just a little harder, a little rougher, each one dragging a startled gasp from his own lips. The thought of someone walking in — hearing this, seeing them like this — only seemed to make Jungwon more relentless.
“Almost there,” Jungwon muttered, his voice breaking slightly around the words. His forehead pressed briefly against the back of Sunoo’s neck, his breath hot and uneven against damp skin.
Sunoo’s body felt stretched to its limit, every nerve ending buzzing. The world narrowed to the solid heat inside him, the way Jungwon filled him completely, claiming every inch without leaving room for anything else. His hands gripped the countertop like it was the only thing keeping him upright.
Then Jungwon’s rhythm faltered — just for a moment — before his hips drove forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt. Sunoo let out a small, broken sound as the warmth spread inside him, so deep it made his breath catch.
Jungwon stayed pressed against him, holding him there, as though afraid that if he moved even a fraction, the connection would break. His chest rose and fell against Sunoo’s back, his breath ragged in the small, humid space.
For a moment, neither of them moved.
Then Jungwon let out a low, satisfied hum, one hand sliding up to rest against Sunoo’s stomach, holding him close from behind. “There,” he said softly, almost like he was talking to himself. “Right where it belongs.”
Sunoo’s eyes were still locked on the mirror, cheeks flushed, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. He could feel the lingering throb of each pulse inside him, and it made his legs tremble.
A faint sound from outside — a door opening in the practice room — snapped both of them back to reality.
Jungwon’s smirk returned, though his voice was calmer now. “Guess we really did cut it close.”
They cleaned up in a rush, the sound of running water barely masking the shuffle of clothes and the quick, sharp exhales between them. Jungwon passed Sunoo a damp paper towel without looking, but his smirk in the mirror gave him away.
“You should’ve seen your face,” Jungwon murmured, voice pitched low so it wouldn’t carry. “Like you didn’t know exactly what you were asking for.”
Sunoo shot him a glare but didn’t answer, focusing on wiping his mouth, then his hands. His legs still felt unsteady, each step tugging at a faint soreness that made him swallow hard.
When they finally stepped out of the bathroom, the sound of voices from the practice room hit them immediately. Heeseung was leaning against the wall, scrolling through his phone. Jay and Jake were mid-conversation, while Sunghoon sat stretching on the floor. Riki was bouncing a water bottle on his knee like he was bored out of his mind.
Five pairs of eyes lifted at once.
Sunoo froze under the collective stare. Jungwon didn’t.
Instead, Jungwon shoved his hands into the pockets of his gray sweatpants like nothing had happened and walked forward with the easy confidence of someone who had absolutely no reason to feel guilty — which, of course, was a lie.
“You two took forever,” Jay said, narrowing his eyes. “What were you even doing in there?”
Before Sunoo could come up with something, Heeseung tilted his head, studying him with a slow, dawning suspicion. “Sunoo… why are you walking like that?”
That was it — Jake burst out laughing, Riki raised his brows, and Sunghoon’s stretching stopped mid-pose.
“It’s nothing,” Sunoo blurted, forcing his steps into something closer to normal despite the burn in his thighs. “I just—”
“He slipped,” Jungwon cut in smoothly, expression all innocence. “Hard. Almost went face-first into the sink. I had to catch him.”
A chorus of “Uh-huh” rose from the others, not a single one of them convinced.
Jake smirked. “And you were both in there because…?”
“Support,” Jungwon said simply, lips curling into a barely-there grin that only Sunoo, standing beside him, could read for what it really was. “I’m a caring leader.”
Sunoo felt his face heat as he ducked his head, praying the conversation would move on. But as they walked past the group toward their bags, Jungwon leaned in just enough for his breath to brush Sunoo’s ear.
“Better keep your balance next time,” he murmured. “Or they’ll really start asking questions.”
The worst part? He said it loud enough for Heeseung to hear — and Heeseung immediately grinned like he knew exactly what that meant.