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The other fifteen men have already left.
Hoyoung’s voice cuts through the silence of the empty practice room like a knife. “Dongheon, baby. Stop looking like that.”
Dongheon sighs, running a hand through his sweaty hair. “Like what? I don’t look like anything.”
Truthfully, he looks like a lot of things, including sweaty and exhausted and sexy , but Hoyoung decides to keep that to himself for the time being. “Like…like that .” He waves his hands around in a feeble attempt to express whatever “that ” is supposed to mean before landing on the right words. “That leader-y look.”
“The performance isn’t good enough.”
Hoyoung groans. “Dongheon, how much closer to exact synchronization can you get all 17 of us? You’ve done what you can. It’s up to the rest of them now. Chill. Lighten up, babe.”
Dongheon does not lighten up and instead shoves Hoyoung with a decent amount of force, making him stumble backwards and nearly fall to the ground. “Don’t you dare tell me to chill. You know how badly we need to win this show. You of all people should know that we need this to put ourselves on the map, and to be taken seriously, and to actually get recognized for once.”
A vein threatens to pop out from his forehead, another threatens to from his neck.
“So don’t tell me to chill. I’m doing this for the benefit of everyone and you know that.”
Hoyoung just stares at him, surprise painting his face. Did—did he just push him?! He must be even more stressed than I thought. “Baby. Don’t do that.”
He walks back over to Dongheon, gently placing a hand on his cheek. “Stressing yourself out like this will not give us a better performance, love.”
Dongheon shoots him a look so menacing it’s almost worrisome and starts heading for the door.
How the hell am I going to convince him to chill the fuck out, Hoyoung thinks. I need to come up with a plan.
Dongheon leaves, slamming the door shut behind him. Hoyoung stays frozen in place for a few seconds. Who do I even GO to about this??
He decides to pick up his phone and call Yeonho. He answers with a cheery Hey!
“Hey. I need your help.”
“With what? I’m already home. If this is something about choreo, find your husband or something.”
Hoyoung sighs. “Actually, that’s the problem. Dongheon’s stressed out of his mind, and I have no clue how to get him to calm down before our performance. He’s like, growing gray hairs and shit.”
“Oh. Uhm, well, in that case…when’s the last time you guys fucked? It’s been like, forever for Yongseung and I and we’re like, dying –”
Hoyoung cuts him off. “I do not need to hear about you and Yongseung right now, thank you very much.”
“Can you just answer my damn question?”
“...2 weeks.”
Yeonho gasps from the other end of the line. “WHAT?! No wonder he’s so uptight lately. I mean, today’s practice attitude was a little too leader-y even for someone like him. Everyone can tell something’s off, even the members of TOO.”
“Okay, so what the hell am I supposed to do?” Frustration starts seeping through Hoyoung’s words, and Yeonho realizes he has about 30 seconds to give real advice before Hoyoung murders him in his sleep.
“This could be an assumption about your relationship, but Dongheon is a bottom like half the time, right?”
Hoyoung’s glad he can’t see him blushing. “Right.”
“Yea, I think you just need to get him to bottom. Like tomorrow. Which is gonna be harder than you think, because he’s all in his controlling leader era or whatever.”
Hoyoung groans. I didn’t want to resort to pulling out the big stops.
“Good luck, Hoyoung-hyung!”
Yeonho hangs up the phone with a click.
Hoyoung finally leaves the practice room, closing the door gently and locking it behind him before heading back to the dorms. How do I get Lee Dongheon to like, not top tomorrow? Damn it.
GETTING LEE DONGHEON TO LIKE, NOT TOP WHEN HE’S ALL LEADER-Y
8:37pm
youngienz: heyyyy any suggestions?
gyehyeon: absolutely not.
gyehyeon left chat
miniheartgye: i dont think i can give advice here i dont know what old people do when they fuck
youngienz: shut up
miniheartgye: actually i snooped around in my parents’ (dongheon and hoyoung-hyung) room the other day and found soooo much sex gear that hoyoung uses on dongheon xoxo
yeonhooooooooo: what the hell kangmin
youngienz: shut UP
miniheartgye: i have a looming suspicion that dongheon-hyung really likes bottoming and being called nice things
miniheartgye: DONGHEON-HYUNG HAS A PRAISE KINK!!!!!
youngienz: …
miniheartgye: oh gyehyeon-hyung isn’t even here bye everyone
miniheartgye left chat
minchspinach: wtf is this lol
astroseung314: idek yeonho told me something about hoyoung needing to make his husband bottom or something so i guess we have to give advice
minchspinach: except no one knows dongheon better than hoyoung so why are we here
yeonhooooooooo: you’re so right
astroseung314: tbh if you want dongheon to bottom i think just be all romantic and shit he likes stuff like that i think
astroseung314: like rose petals and things idk
youngienz: do you think i have TIME to do all that
astroseung314: just a suggestion…
yeonhooooooooo: real talk hoyoung i think you should just be extra horny to him so he gets horny and then snatch the control from him and then make him like extra bottom-y
minchspinach: well i think you should not fuck him in the ass and he should not fuck you in the ass because we have a performance coming up please and thank you hoyoung
youngienz: UGH you guys are so unhelpful i’ll do whatever i want
minchspinach: i knew this was a waste of time
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Dongheon climbs into bed at 11:51pm, most likely because he went back to the studio to practice even more . “Baby,” he pouts, pressing a soft kiss to Hoyoung’s cheek. “It’s not good enough yet. What do I do?”
Hoyoung rolls over to face him, eyes half-lidded and voice clouded with drowsiness. “Honey, you need to calm down. Please. For the sake of VERIVERY and TOO.”
Dongheon looks like he’s about to pop a vein again, so Hoyoung doesn’t say anything more. He falls asleep moments later. It’s unclear when Dongheon falls asleep, or if he falls asleep at all.
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Double-group practice starts at 8:00am, sharp. And at 8:00am, sharp, Lee Dongheon turns on his most intense leader mode, narrowing in on every single movement. It’s like he has a hundred eyes on each side of his head, Woongki once said. I don’t know how the rest of VERIVERY deals with that guy. I’m exhausted.
Exhausted is a severe understatement.
“Chihoon, your arm is too fast. Again.”
Chihoon fixes his too-fast arm.
“Kangmin, your leg is not at the same angle as everyone else’s. Again.”
Kangmin makes sure his leg is not at the angle it was at before.
“Yeonho, why is your hand position different from the person next to you’s hand position? Again.”
At some point, he stops actually giving the critique and instead resorts to simply calling out the names of members who do moves wrong.
“Jeyou. Again.”
“Yongseung. Again.”
“Woongki. Again.”
Woongki silently gives Hoyoung a look that says please do something so he stops acting so insane , and Hoyoung can only sigh and keep practicing under Dongheon’s iron fist.
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Dongheon enters his and Hoyoung’s room at 7:14pm sweaty and stressed to the point he almost looks physically unwell. “I’m back, babe,” he says, giving Hoyoung a kiss on the forehead. “Missed you while I practiced.”
He freezes upon seeing the pure worry in Hoyoung’s eyes. “Woah, did I do something wrong? Why do you look so concerned for me? You know I’ve done stuff like this with our members before, so what’s the harm in being a little harsh now?”
“Woongki was about to faint at the end of practice. Don’t you think it’s a bit much?”
“Woongki would’ve fainted anyway.” Dongheon moves towards the door. “I’m going to shower. Come with me.”
Hoyoung grumbles. Fine. If he wants to be stubborn, that’s his decision.
It’s not long before they’re in the shower, Hoyoung gently massaging the shampoo into Dongheon’s hair. “Heoni. My love, I’m worried about you.”
“Why?” Dongheon says in a way that was probably intended to come out a lot stronger, more weighted, but comes out feeble and small instead. “What is there to be worried about? I’m making sure we put on a performance that leaves an impact.”
“You’re going too far.”
“I’m making sure we win .”
That competitive spirit just never goes away, huh. “Can you stop making sure, just for tonight?”
The silence that follows is dangerous, a taste of what might come if Dongheon keeps neglecting his needs. Hoyoung rinses Dongheon’s hair out, kissing his jaw softly.
Dongheon breaks the silence, saying, “How do you want me to stop making sure? Winning is important to us. You know that better than anyone other than myself.”
“Heoni, my sweetheart,” he turns off the shower. “Please, just for tonight. Let go.”
“How?”
Hoyoung raises an eyebrow in a way that says you know how. Don’t play games with me.
Dongheon gasps, offended. “I don’t need—that!”
Ugh!!! “Baby, if there’s another way you can get yourself to stop fixating on insane details during practice, I’m open to it. But unless you have a real alternative, I’m going to have to do this, okay?”
“I’ll show you—!” Dongheon says in such a petulant way it’s impossible for such a comment to have come from a kid over the age of 10. Hoyoung pinches the bridge of his nose in exhaustion.
GETTING LEE DONGHEON TO LIKE, NOT TOP WHEN HE’S ALL LEADER-Y
youngienz added gyehyeon to chat
youngienz added miniheartgye to chat
youngienz: ok first attack mega flopped guys wtf do i do
gyehyeon: can you like actually not
youngienz: WAIT GYEHYEON PLEASE DON’T LEAVE I REALLY NEED YOUR ADVICE
minchspinach: i have advice too :(
astroseung314: i have advice three :(
yeonhooooooooo: i have advice four :(
gyehyeon: if you want my real advice i need to be bribed
minchspinach: that’s not good coming from him
astroseung314: yea i’d be scared of a gyehyeon bribe
youngienz: what type of bribe…
gyehyeon: everyone has to exit the house between 4 and 8pm tomorrow
yeonhooooooooo: no way we’re getting SEXILED by jo gyehyeon wtf
minchspinach: ok this is not the first sexiling like dongheon and hoyoung do that way too much
astroseung314: it’s the first sexilation from gyehyeon though and that’s terrifying
youngienz: if possible can dongheon and i be exempt from that sexiling gyehyeon because otherwise dance practice will be made a living hell on weds
gyehyeon: foursome or leave. no questions asked
astroseung314: wtf are you guys gonna do…
miniheartgye: should i tell them
gyehyeon: NO.
miniheartgye: i’m leaving then bye
miniheartgye left chat
gyehyeon: if you wanna get dongheon to sub btw you need to do like foodplay or something that’ll really catch him off guard so he can’t refute your attack
gyehyeon left chat
youngienz: thanks ig.
astroseung314: yeonho loves force feeding me apples
minchspinach: thank you kim yongseung for permanently ruining apples for everyone.
yeonhooooooooo: i love you seung xx
minchspinach: i’m outta here
minchspinach left chat
youngienz: ok meeting has ended thank you all for attending! love you guys ig
Foodplay, huh. Worth a shot.
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On Tuesday, practice goes the same as it’s been going: Dongheon about to lose his mind, a third, fourth, fifth vein popping from his neck as he tortures the other fifteen men with the word again too many times to count. To be honest, Hoyoung needs to sexile the rest of them today , but Gyehyeon already bribed him. It has to wait until tomorrow. And knowing Gyehyeon, he probably needs whatever the hell he’s going to do to Kangmin more than he’s been letting on, so Hoyoung can’t be too mad at it. Tomorrow. Just need to wait until tomorrow.
5:07pm
After practice, Dongheon stays behind to review the day’s practice video, a new line appearing on his forehead every time someone makes an ever-so-slight mistake. Hoyoung gives him a kiss on the cheek, saying, “please take a break soon, hon,” before heading out the door.
Breakbreakbreakbreakbreak is the only thing filling Dongheon’s brain, body on the verge of collapse as he starts the music once more. I can’t, Dongheon thinks. I can’t. I can’t. I’m a failure I can’t I can’t I can’t
His body hits the floor of the practice room with a loud thud.
At 6:19pm, Minchan opens the door of the practice room to do some last minute practice and sees Dongheon unconscious on the floor instead. What the fuck?!
He calls Hoyoung, trying to be as calm as possible. “Hyung, I need you to come back to the room right now.”
“Why?”
“Dongheon’s lying unconscious on the floor.”
Oh hell no. “Be there in five.”
He’s there in exactly five minutes, holding a cold bottle of water and a wet rag. “Dongheon?”
Minchan sighs. “He’s been out for a while.”
Hoyoung gasps, eyes welling up with tears. Wake up wake up wake up wake up . He slowly pours the water into Dongheon’s mouth before laying it against his forehead. Wake up wake up wake up please—
Dongheon comes to his senses slowly, eyes blinking with an uncertainty Hoyoung has never even imagined seeing.
It’s terrifying.
“Hoyoung,” he manages to croak out. “Let’s go home.”
The car ride home is thick with silence so heavy it has a taste . They enter their room at 6:40pm, and Hoyoung doesn’t even bother with a joint shower like usual, instead opting to tuck his man into bed, holding him until he falls asleep.
Something needs to change. Tomorrow.
He gets up, gently placing Dongheon back in a comfortable sleeping position, walks to the kitchen, and starts preparing the fruit spread in advance.
There are no apples in it.
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8:00am
Today is Wednesday is the only thought Hoyoung has. Today is when Dongheon can stop being so crazy during practice and overworking himself until he literally faints.
Dongheon only gets through 1 hour of practice before his voice starts breaking with unshed tears, and Hoyoung drags him home immediately.
Gyehyeon takes over the leadership role: he’s almost as scary as Dongheon, so practice runs smoothly and orderly. And he’s in an exceptionally good mood, for obvious reasons.
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As soon as they get inside their room, Hoyoung is determined to get Dongheon out of his head. “Heoni, let me take you out of your head.”
Dongheon nods hesitantly. He hasn’t given up fighting yet, but it’s clear he’s about to. I can’t let this get to me. I’m stronger than this, I promise—
Hoyoung’s voice distracts him momentarily. “Babe, give me a couple minutes. I gotta get some things.”
The moment his body hits the bed, he starts thinking yet again. What if we lose? What if someone messes up? What if no one cares about us? What if–
Hoyoung knows he needs to stop; he can feel his man thinking from, like, 50 feet away, and there’s only one way of getting him to do that. So when Hoyoung comes back into the room and starts taking out a ridiculous amount of sexy objects (none of which go up the ass, per Minchan’s request), laying them on the bed next to Dongheon, it’s made apparent what’s going on.
Also the fruit spread on the empty nightstand. There’s that too.
“Here’s what’s going to happen, love,” he says sternly, placing a hand in Dongheon’s hair, a grounding action. “You’re going to pick one from these, and I’m going to use it on you. With a twist.” A kiss lands on Dongheon’s cheek. “If you feel yourself slipping, you’re not going to fight it. Focus on me the entire time. Am I clear?”
Dongheon looks mortified. “I–”
“No, baby. Am I clear?”
Dongheon nods sheepishly. Hoyoung moves closer, climbing on top of him to initiate a sloppy makeout session that’s way too much teeth and tongue. “Baby, I know how much you need this,” he says between kisses. “I know you better than anyone else, okay? The other members are stressing like crazy because you keep projecting your stress onto them, love. You fucking fainted because you’re overworking yourself. I need you to trust me.”
He nods again.
“Pick an object, baby.”
Right. The objects. He picks the rope and concludes he never wants to show his face to the world again. He needs this even more than I thought, Hoyoung realizes. Dongheon never picks the rope. He speaks, voice dripping with sugar, “Oh, honey, you wanna get tied up all pretty for me? Would that make you happy?”
Dongheon nods again, body already feeling the effects of the mere sight of the rope. Hoyoung carefully strips him and then ties him up, cautiousness apparent in every action as he binds his wrists first, then his ankles, each touch very slowly unraveling the self-control the beautiful man in front of him has somehow managed to maintain. Dongheon gets hard so fast it’s overwhelming, but still hesitant to feel as deeply as his body wants him to.
“Princess, I need you to let go, ” he hears distantly. Let go, let go, let go… he’s drifting, brain steadily getting fuzzier as he starts focusing on the rope binding him.
It really does feel like it’s binding him, holding him together in more ways than simply physically.
Hoyoung reaches down to stroke Dongheon’s cock teasingly, already dripping with need and arousal. Dongheon gasps, hips bucking into the heat. It’s too much and not enough all at once, and he lets out a soft cry when Hoyoung starts mouthing at the inside of his thighs, leaving kisses and marks on every inch he can. He’s gone now, truly gone, suspended somewhere between full consciousness and euphoria.
Hoyoung kisses his collarbone lightly, whispering grounding praises as he picks up a grape, placing it into Dongheon’s slightly parted lips. My baby, my beautiful boy, doing so well for me. Dongheon bites into the grape, moaning at the sweetness spreading throughout his mouth.
Hoyoung places another grape. I’m so proud of you, baby. You work so hard day and night to make us have a good result. You put everything into us.
This time, he picks up a strawberry, allowing Dongheon to bite into it, juices dripping all over his face. But now it’s time you get taken care of too, hm? And look at you, my love. You’re such a mess, just from fucking my hand for a few minutes and getting fed some fresh fruit.
He kisses him on the neck, wet and messy. I love you, Lee Dongheon.
Something about the sheer honesty of the statement makes the fire in his core burn so brightly it’s nearly unbearable, and that’s when Hoyoung speeds everything up, heightening the pleasure even more.
Another kiss, this time on the mouth. My Heonie, my baby, my lover, my everything.
Hoyoung picks up a piece of mango this time, watching the juice get all over Dongheon’s lips when he sucks the sweet flesh from the skin, dripping down to his chin. You’re so perfect. You make me so happy. You make everyone happy, baby.
Another piece of mango, even messier this time. I’m always so proud of my perfect boy. I love you so much. You’re doing so well for me, you always do so well for me.
Dongheon is losing his mind, so messy , moaning out Hoyoung’s name as he squeezes his eyes shut. He repeats it like it’s the only thing keeping him going, like he’ll crumble without having the name on his lips. Hoyoung, Hoyoung, Hoyoung please—
“Eyes on me, baby.”
Dongheon opens his eyes, taking in just how focused Hoyoung is on taking him apart, on making him feel the most pleasure he possibly can. The sight sends him so close to the edge it’s surprising. He tries to warn Hoyoung, but it comes out as desperate-sounding whine instead of a coherent plea.
“I know, baby. It’s okay. Come for me.”
It takes mere seconds before he spills all over Hoyoung’s hand, body shuddering, covered in juices as his sweet mouth creates the most beautiful sounds anyone has ever heard.
Hoyoung strokes him gently through it, continuing the praise and verbal affection. “Love,” he says, thumbing at Dongheon’s cheek. “Heoni, baby, you did so well for me. I’m so proud of you for letting yourself relax today, okay? I love you always.”
Dongheon nods, body too spent to think about anything other than sleep and cuddles. Hoyoung can read him like a book. “You with me?”
Dongheon nods again, even though it’s not entirely true. He’s still very much floating, but he knows that Hoyoung knows that. He knows by the way he pulls him a little tighter this time, holds him closer to his heart, caresses him with a tenderness that only comes out when Hoyoung is the one in control like this.
Hoyoung always knows how to take care of Dongheon, no matter what. And that knowledge is enough to get them (and the rest of VERIVERY and TOO) through the toughest of times.