Chapter 1: Chapter 1
Cha Woongki could feel the eyes on him. His team, the cameras, the judges—they all had expectations, heavy like the weight of his past decisions.
Team Beat's rehearsal room was suffocating as both the "starting" and "bench" lineup realized their current situation is precarious. Most of the team members already had one "yellow," card meaning if they fail to protect their original song, half of the members would be eliminated. The once lively chatter of team members felt like background noise to Woongki, drowned out by the sharp sting of criticism. He had heard it all before—too arrogant, too self-centered.
"Yah, Woongi-ah ~ we rehearsed this line and move more than three times already," one member jabbed.
"You're the ace, right? At least act like one. Don't you know that our chances of being an idol is in your hands since you got the main part," another mocked with a grin that didn't reach the eyes.
Woongki took a deep breath and forced a smile, though it felt brittle as glass.
He clenched his fists, nodding silently as the feedback piled on. The team was counting on him, relying on his experience and talent to carry them forward. It wasn't just about him anymore, but the weight of the world seemed to rest on his shoulders nonetheless.
As the clock ticked down to their performance, Woongki slipped out of the rehearsal room for a moment of solitude. He hurriedly went to the washroom to excuse himself and broke down in one of the stalls. Woongki leaned against the cold wall, taking deep breaths to steady himself. He could still hear the chatter, the barbs of his teammates echoing in his head. He knew he deserved it. Arrogance and self-centeredness—his trademarks. They had contributed to TO1's demise, and now he was paying the price.
A sudden flush made him look up, startled. The door to the stall next to him slid open, revealing a pair of worn-out sneakers.
Cha Woongki looked up, recognizing the casual footwear immediately. Kyungho’s. It was him. His ex-bandmate and the one person who could make his heart pound with both nostalgia and irritation.
“You shouldn’t be here alone,” Kyungho spoke softly, his voice barely audible over the hum of the arena. “We’re supposed to be rehearsing for the practice stage in twenty minutes.”
Woongki scoffed, “Since when do you care about my whereabouts?”
Kyungho sighed, leaning against the wall opposite Woongki. He wasn't supposed to care, not after Woongki had left TO1 without so much as warning. Yet, every remark and criticism directed at Woongki felt like a splinter under his skin.
They were once in an idol group together and he knew how Woongi worked hard to improved himself and promote the group. Still, he felt abandoned and conflicted.
It wasn't fair. It wasn't fair that Woongki had to carry every burden alone. It wasn't fair that Kyungho felt this constant tug of anger and regret whenever Woongki's name was mentioned. He knew he shouldn't care, but old habits die hard.
Woongki glanced up, meeting Kyungho's gaze. "You always did have a knack for stating the obvious," he said, a hint of old bitterness lingering in his voice.
Kyungho chose to ignore it. "You know, they're not wrong, Woongki," he said, his voice soft but firm. "You're the ace here. You've got the main vocals, the experience.
People are watching you, expecting you to lead." Kyungho's words were gentle, yet they cut through the tension like a knife. He could see the panic in Woongki's eyes, the desperation that mirrored his own. "But you're letting your past get in the way. You need to focus, Woongki. For yourself and for the team."
Woongki looked away, his jaw clenched tight. He knew Kyungho was right, but the truth stung. "It's not that simple, Kyungho," he muttered.
"You don't know what it's like to have everyone judging you, every move you make, every word you say." Woongki's eyes flashed with a mix of anger and vulnerability. "Especially when you've fucked up as badly as I have."
Kyungho raised an eyebrow. "You think I don't know what it's like to be judged? I'm the guy who wrote the songs you sang, remember? I was there when you threw away everything we worked for." His voice was steady, but the words cut deep.
Woongki flinched, but he didn't back down.
"You're right, I did. And I'm paying for it now." He ran a hand through his wavy black hair, his eyes never leaving Kyungho's. "But that doesn't change the fact that I'm still here, trying to make things right."
Kyungho wanted to comfort Woongki, but everytime he approaches, it seems like more misunderstandings grow.
He always felt like there was an invisible wall separating them. He sighed, "I know Woongki. I know you regret it. We all do. But showing up here, performing, trying to make a comeback—it's a good start. Don't let your past hold you back."
Woongki shrugged it off, "Easier said than done, Kyungho. You think I don't know that? I'm trying, okay? I'm fucking trying."
Kyungho nodded, "Rest well"
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The third stage, "Intervention", was designed to push contestants to their limits. For Team Beat and Team Groove, it was more than a performance. It was survival.
MC Jay Park announced "Everyone, it's time to cast your votes whether you think Team "Beat" or "Groove" performed the best".
"5......4.......3...........2.......1....... The time is up , let's see who won the round!" Jay Park declared with a flourish, his charisma filling the arena. Even amidst the chaos of votes being tallied, Woongki felt a strange sense of calm. He had given it his all, and now, all he could do was wait.
In the side Yoon Do Yoon, their close friend and mediator, approached Woongki. He was a tall, fit man with a friendly face and a mischievous glint in his eyes. "You did good, Woongki. Really good," he said, clapping him on the back.
The camera panned to the team "Groove" and the MC announced "Congratulations, Team Groove ! You've won this round! You were able to intervened and managed to get Team Beat's starting line up original song "Mamma Mia"
As Team Groove erupted in cheers, Woongki felt a pang of disappointment. He had hoped they could pull through, for the team, for himself.
"Don't look so glum," Do Yoon said, nudging him gently. "You did your best, and that's all that matters. Besides, there's always next time."
Woongki managed a small smile, but it didn't reach his eyes. He couldn't shake off the feeling of failure.
"Fuck it... We lost, it's because of all that brat Woongki who had messed up," one member spat, voice shaking with frustration. The tension in the room was thick, like a storm cloud ready to burst. Other members began to grumble in agreement, their eyes flicking towards Woongki with accusation.
Do Yoon stepped in front of Woongki, shielding him from the onslaught. "Hey, hey, calm down. It's not just one person's fault. We all could have done better."
Woongki shrugged off Do Yoon's protective stance, stepping forward to face his teammates. "You're right. I messed up. I'm sorry"
He broke down and bursted into tears and a loud cry from the overwhelming sense of burden and failure that just hit him. Kyungho watched this scene from the corner and the anger and frustration he had towards Woongki just vanished. He can't help but feel his heart aching for Woongki, his best friend from the past. He looked at the other members, and they all looked quite guilty and sorry for what they have said.
"Alright, listen up everyone!" Kyungho raised his voice to catch everyone's attention.
"I imagined there was a time where I would be holding up this trophy together with Woongki, but that's not the case now," Kyungho said, his voice echoing in the silent room. "But I do know that all of us have seen Woongki's hard work. I want to acknowledge his efforts in becoming a true idol and showing it to his fans"
Kyungho said, his voice firm yet gentle.
The team members looked at Kyungho, then at Woongki, who was still wiping away his tears. The room fell silent, the tension slowly ebbing away as they took in Kyungho's words.
"We're all here because we want to achieve our dreams. And I want everyone to know that Woongki has practiced day and nights for this performance and seriously worked hard to show his best. I would appreciate if the crowd here right now would look at him more kindly. Thank you." Kyungho's words hung in the air, heavy with sincerity. The room was quiet, the tension broken by his appeal. The team members exchanged glances, their anger subsiding as they took in Kyungho's words. Some nodded in agreement, others looked away, feeling a twinge of guilt.
Woongki looked up at Kyungho, his eyes wide with surprise and gratitude. It had been a long time since someone had stood up for him like that. He had almost forgotten what it felt like to be supported, to be seen as more than just a failure. Woongki's eyes met Kyungho's, and in that moment, the weight of the past didn't seem so heavy. He gave Kyungho a small nod, a silent thank you.
Do Yoon stepped forward, clapping Kyungho on the back. "Well said, Kyungho. Guess we all needed that reminder." He turned to Woongki, "You heard him, Woongki. Don't let the haters get you down. You've got fans out there who believe in you."
Woongki managed a small smile, "Thanks, Do Yoon."
Kyungho walked towards Woongki and approached him. He put a hand on Woongki's shoulder, breaking the tension that had built up. "You'll get through this, Woongki. I know you're strong," he said softly. Then, he hugged him
tightly, catching Woongki off guard. Woongki stood still for a moment, then finally hugged Kyungho back, his tears soaking into Kyungho's shirt. It was the first time they had touched like this since their fallout, and it felt both familiar and strange.
The room was silent for a moment, the tension replaced by a strange sense of camaraderie.
The tightness...warmth...intensity.... of that physical action was all he could ask for.
All the words they hadn't spoken, the gestures they hadn't shared—it felt like they were apologizing for their past, making amends for the time they'd lost.
As they pulled away, Do Yoon broke the silence. "Alright, enough of the drama session. We've got a new song to learn for the next round." He winked at Woongki, who managed a weak smile.
The team dispersed, the air filled with a renewed sense of purpose. Kyungho lingered behind, watching Woongki wipe away the last of his tears.
The moment between them felt charged, like a spark ready to ignite. He wanted to say more, to apologize for his harsh words in the past, but the moment felt too fragile to disrupt.
MC Jay Park announced "Thanks everyone for tuning in. Don't forget to cast your votes daily."
The camera panned away, signaling the end of the live broadcast. The arena began to empty, leaving behind the echoes of cheers and the lingering tension.
Woongki and Kyungho stood in the dimly lit hallway, the weight of their past and the intensity of their hug still lingering between them. The world around them seemed to fade away, leaving just the two of them in the quiet corridor.
"I didn't expect you to stand up for me like that," Woongki said, breaking the silence. His voice was soft, barely above a whisper.
Kyungho shrugged, his eyes locked onto Woongki's.
"Neither did I," he admitted, a small smile playing at the corners of his mouth. "But someone had to."
Woongki looked away, a soft blush creeping up his cheeks. "Still, it meant a lot. Especially coming from you."
Kyungho's smile faded, replaced by a serious expression. "Woongki, we've both made mistakes. But we can't keep living in the past. TO1... our friendship... it's all gone.
But we can still move forward." Kyungho's voice was steady, his eyes never leaving Woongki's. "I know you're trying, and I want to support you. But you have to meet me halfway."
Woongki looked back at Kyungho, his brown eyes reflecting the dim hallway lights. "Halfway? You make it sound so simple," he said, a hint of bitterness in his voice.
Kyungho sighed, running a hand through his long, wavy hair. "It's not simple, Woongki. But it's worth it.
Don't you think?" Kyungho pressed, his voice gentle yet firm. "We can't change the past, but we can shape the future. Together."
Woongki hesitated, his gaze flickering between Kyungho's eyes and the wall behind him. The weight of Kyungho's words hung heavy in the air, a tangible force that pulled at Woongki's heart. He knew Kyungho was right, but the thought of letting go of the past—of truly moving forward—terrified him.
It meant accepting his mistakes, embracing the person he had become, and trusting that Kyungho could accept him too. Still, he wanted to reveal his actions in the past and why he disregarded him. He didn't wanted to be portray as a douchebag who would abandon his team member.
"I'll talk to you hyung in midnight, I'll be there in the second annex building, the secret rehearsal room. I feel like we still need to catch up," Woongki
said, his voice low and his eyes meeting Kyungho's with a determination that spoke volumes.
Kyungho nodded, "Sure, I'll be there. We have a lot to talk about."
With that, Woongki left the hallway, leaving Kyungho standing alone with his thoughts. The dimly lit corridor seemed to amplify the silence, allowing the weight of their unspoken words to linger in the air.
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Later that night, Woongki found himself standing in the secret rehearsal room, a small, dimly lit space hidden away from the main rehearsal halls.
It was a place the contestants used for private practice, a sanctuary away from the prying eyes of cameras and judgmental glares of fellow contestants.
The air was thick with the lingering scent of cigarette smoke and the fading notes of a piano melody, a remnant of a previous occupant. Woongki leaned against the wall, his breath visible in the chilly air as he waited for Kyungho.
The door creaked open, revealing Kyungho's tall figure silhouetted against the harsh glow of the hallway lights. He stepped inside, the door clicking shut behind him, sealing them off from the world outside.
The room was quiet, the only sound the soft ticking of an old clock on the wall. Kyungho crossed the room, his footsteps muted by the worn-out carpet, and sat down on a stool by an old upright piano.
Woongki watched him, his eyes tracing the familiar lines of Kyungho's profile. He looked different, older, with fine lines etched around his eyes and mouth. But his essence remained the same—calm, steady, reassuring. Woongki felt a strange mix of longing and nervousness stirring within him.
He hadn't been alone with Kyungho like this in years, and the intimacy of the small room felt both comforting and overwhelming.
"So," Kyungho started, his fingers idly playing with the piano keys, "you wanted to talk?"
Woongki took a deep breath, his eyes flickering to the piano before settling back on Kyungho. "Yeah. About everything, really. The past, TO1, us. I think it's time we clear the air, don't you?"
Kyungho nodded, his eyes reflecting a similar mix of emotions.
"I think you're right. We can't keep dancing around the issue forever." He paused, his fingers stilling on the piano keys. "Where do you want to start?"
Woongki pushed off from the wall, walking over to the piano and taking a seat next to Kyungho. He looked down at his hands, his voice barely above a whisper. "I guess... I guess I should start with an apology."
Kyungho's eyes widened slightly, surprised by Woongki's sudden honesty. He stayed silent, giving Woongki the space to continue.
Woongki's hands fidgeted in his lap, his gaze fixed on the piano keys as he spoke. "I'm sorry, Kyungho. I'm sorry for leaving like that, for not talking to you, for not giving you a chance to understand what I was going through. I was such an asshole."
Kyungho let out a soft laugh, a sad smile playing on his lips. "You still are, Woongki."
Woongki looked up, meeting Kyungho's gaze. There was no malice in his eyes, only a gentle acknowledgement of the truth.
Woongki managed a small smile, appreciating Kyungho's honesty.
"Yeah, I am. But I'm trying to be better, you know? I just... I didn't know how to handle everything back then. I was drowning, and I couldn't see any way out."
Kyungho's smile faded, his expression turning serious. "I know, Woongki. I know it wasn't easy for you. But it wasn't fair to leave us all in the dark like that. We were your teammates, your friends.
We deserved to know what was going on," Kyungho said, his voice tinged with a mix of sadness and frustration.
Woongki nodded, his eyes cast down. I should have talked to you, to all of you. But I was so wrapped up in my own problems, I couldn't see past them."
Kyungho was silent for a moment, his fingers resting on the piano keys. When he finally spoke, his voice was quiet. "Do you remember the night before you left? You came to my room, and we talked about everything that was wrong with the group.
You were so upset, Woongki. You felt like TO1 was going nowhere, like we were all holding you back. I remember you were pacing back and forth, your hands clenched into fists. You said you needed a change, that you couldn't handle the pressure anymore. Do you remember that?" Kyungho's voice was soft, barely above a whisper, as if he was trying to coax the memories out of Woongki.
Woongki nodded, his eyes reflecting the dim light of the rehearsal room. "I remember. I was so angry, so frustrated. I felt like we were all stuck in the same rut, going nowhere fast.
I was scared, Kyungho. Scared that if we kept going like that, we'd all be washed up by the time we hit twenty-five. I hated the thought of TO1 becoming a laughing stock, a has-been." Woongki's voice was raw with emotion, the weight of the past bearing down on him.
Kyungho nodded, his gaze softening with understanding. "I know you were scared, Woongki. But we could have worked through it together. As a team, as friends."
Woongki looked away, his eyes flickering with guilt. "I know that now.
But back then, I thought I had to do it alone. I thought I had to be the one to make the change, to save the group. I was so full of myself, so sure that I knew what was best for everyone. I didn't see how my actions would hurt everyone, especially you." Woongki's voice cracked with emotion, his eyes welling up with tears.
Kyungho reached out, placing a hand on Woongki's shoulder. "It's okay, Woongki. We all make mistakes.
That's something Kyungho had learned over the years. But making amends, that's something else entirely, something more complex and daunting.
Kyungho squeezed Woongki's shoulder, offering a comforting, silent reminder that they were on the same side now. Woongki let out a shuddering breath, wiping away the tears that had begun to fall. It felt like a weight had been lifted, a burden finally shared.
"I'm sorry, Kyungho," Woongki repeated, his voice hoarse. "I'm sorry for leaving you to pick up the pieces.
I'm sorry for not trusting you, for not confiding in you. You deserved better than that, Kyungho," Woongki said, his voice raw with emotion.
Kyungho looked at him, his eyes reflecting the pain of their shared past. "It's not just about trust, Woongki. It's about communication, about working together. We could have figured something out, together. But you shut me out, and that hurt."
Woongki nodded, his gaze cast down. "I know. I was a fool. I let my pride and my fear get the best of me.
"Still you knew how much I loved you Woongki. I tried to be close and interact with you because you were so quirky and energetic. You made everyone laughed and that's what about I loved you the most, " Kyungho 's voice was shaking slightly, as he admitted the truth that had been weighing on his heart for years. He had always found it hard to express his feelings, but Woongki's apology had opened up a door that he couldn't ignore any longer.
Woongki looked up, his eyes wide with surprise. He had always known that Kyungho cared about him, but hearing it out loud felt like a revelation. He felt a warmth spread through his chest, a feeling he hadn't experienced in a long time.
"I loved you too, Kyungho," Woongki whispered, his voice barely above a whisper.
"Then, I don't get it Woongki. Why did you avoid so much of my affection that I shown towards you during TO1," Kyungho asked, his voice tinged with a mix of curiosity and hurt.
Woongki looked down, his fingers fidgeting nervously with the edge of his sleeve. He took a deep breath, gathering the courage to confess his deepest secret. "Because... Because I was in love with you, Kyungho. And I was terrified of my feelings. I didn't want to ruin our friendship, our band... and I thought that by leaving, I could escape from those feelings."
Woongki's words hung heavy in the air, the truth finally laid bare between them. Kyungho looked up, his eyes wide with surprise.
"Hyung, you were the closest one to me. I was afraid I would ruin the group. Not everyone is as accepting when it comes to relationships like ours. Every time you approached me, I could feel my heart beating. I was conflicted," Woongki admitted, his voice barely above a whisper. "On one hand, I longed to be close to you, to feel that connection we had when we were in TO1. But on the other hand, I was scared. Scared of what it would mean for us, for the group, for our careers."
Kyungho was silent for a moment, processing Woongki's confession. He had suspected that Woongki's withdrawal had been more than just the stress and pressure of their idol lives. But to hear it confirmed, to have Woongki open up about his feelings after all this time... it was both a relief and a shock.
Kyungho had always known there was something more between them, something deeper than just friendship. But he had never dared to hope that Woongki felt the same way.
"Woongki," Kyungho whispered, his voice soft with emotion. He reached out, cupping Woongki's cheek in his hand. "I... I never knew. I never realized you felt that way."
Woongki leaned into Kyungho's touch, his eyes fluttering closed as he absorbed the warmth of Kyungho's hand. "I'm sorry, hyung. I should have told you sooner.
I was just... I was so scared," Woongki confessed, his voice a soft whisper. Kyungho's thumb brushed away a stray tear that had escaped Woongki's eye, his touch gentle and reassuring. It's okay," Kyungho murmured, his voice filled with a mix of understanding and regret. He had always been the calm one, the voice of reason in their group. But now, he felt a storm of emotions churning inside him, a whirlwind of pain, joy, and longing.
Woongki opened his eyes, his gaze meeting Kyungho's.
The room was quiet, the only sound the distant hum of the arena's air conditioning. The silence between them was heavy, filled with the weight of their confessions and the unspoken words that hung in the air.
"Kyungho, I—," Woongki started, his voice hoarse with emotion.
Kyungho placed a finger gently on Woongki's lips, silencing him. "Shh, not yet," he murmured. "Let's not rush this. We've been waiting for this moment for so long, let's savor it."
Woongki nodded, leaning into Kyungho's touch.
He closed his eyes, savoring the moment, the intimacy, the openness between them. The weight of their past felt lighter, the tension that had been building between them finally beginning to dissipate.
"Woongki, Can I...?" Kyungho whispered, leaning in closer, his breath hot against Woongki's ear. "Can I touch you? Here?" He traced a path down Woongki's neck with his fingers, sending shivers down Woongki's spine.
Woongki's eyes fluttered open, his breath hitching as he felt Kyungho's fingers on his skin. He nodded, his voice barely a whisper, "Yes, hyung. Please."
Kyungho's fingers continued their slow descent, tracing the lines of Woongki's collarbone, the curve of his shoulder, the hollow of his throat.
He could feel Woongki's pulse fluttering beneath his touch, could hear the soft gasps that escaped his lips. He leaned in closer, his breath hot against Woongki's ear.
"Does this feel good, Woongki? Do you like it when I touch you like this?" Kyungho's voice was low, his words punctuated by soft kisses along Woongki's neck.
Woongki nodded, his breath coming in short gasps. "Yes, hyung. I... I like it."
Kyungho's fingers slipped beneath the collar of Woongki's shirt, his touch light and teasing.
"You're so fucking beautiful, Woongki," he murmured, his breath a whisper against Woongki's skin. "I've wanted to do this for so fucking long."
Woongki let out a soft moan, his eyes fluttering closed as Kyungho's fingers continued their exploration. He could feel the heat of Kyungho's body pressing against his own, the hardness of Kyungho's cock straining against the fabric of his jeans. It sent a rush of desire coursing through his veins, a primal need that begged to be fulfilled.
He arched his back slightly, pushing himself into Kyungho's touch, a silent plea for more. Kyungho's fingers continued their descent, unbuttoning Woongki's shirt one button at a time, revealing the smooth, pale porcelain skin beneath. Woongki's chest rose and fell rapidly with each ragged breath he took, his heart pounding in his chest like a wild drumbeat.
Kyungho's eyes roamed over Woongki's body, taking in every inch of exposed skin. He couldn't believe how gorgeous Woongki was, how perfect his body was, how much he wanted him.
Kyungho leaned in, capturing Woongki's lips in a fierce, demanding kiss. Woongki moaned into the kiss, his hands gripping Kyungho's wavy hair, pulling him closer. Kyungho deepened the kiss, his tongue exploring Woongki's mouth, tasting him, claiming him. The texture of his hair was soft beneath Woongki's fingers, and he gripped it tighter, pulling Kyungho closer still. The distance between them was heart fluttering as the moonlight reflected on the open window.
Both were naked and the moonlight were reflecting their bodies.
Woongki's hands explored Kyungho's body, tracing the hard lines of his muscles, the soft curve of his waist, the firmness of his abs. He could not believe the sight that he was seeing was real. The traces of hard work in building the muscles
, the curves of the abs and the broadness of the chest. Kyung Ho could feel the desire building within him, wanting to explore every inch of Woongki's body.
Kyungho pulled away from the kiss, his breath ragged and his heart racing. He looked into Woongki's eyes, searching for any sign of doubt or hesitation. But all he saw was desire, raw and intense.
"Are you sure about this, Woongki?" Kyungho asked, his voice a low growl. "We can stop if you want to.
I don't want to push you into anything," Kyungho murmured, his voice gentle yet firm. He wanted this, more than anything, but he needed to make sure that Woongki was on the same page. He couldn't bear the thought of pressuring him into something he wasn't ready for.
Woongki looked up at him, his eyes filled with a mixture of longing and determination. "No, hyung. I want this. I want you," he whispered, his voice steady and sure.
Kyungho's eyes darkened with desire, and he leaned in to capture Woongki's lips in another fierce kiss.
This time, there was no hesitation, no holding back. Woongki melted into the kiss, his body pressing against Kyungho's as if trying to become one with him. His hands roamed Kyungho's back, fingers digging into the firm muscles, tracing the lines of his spine.
Kyungho's hands were everywhere at once, tracing the curves of Woongki's body, exploring every inch of skin. He couldn't get enough of him, couldn't satisfy the hunger that had been building inside him for years.
He wanted to devour Woongki, to mark him, to claim him as his own.
Woongki's breath came in short gasps, his body writhing beneath Kyungho's touch. He could feel the heat of Kyungho's body against his own, the hardness of Kyungho's cock pressing against his thigh. He wanted more, needed more. He wanted to feel Kyungho inside him, wanted to feel him fill him up, complete him.
"Hyung, please," Woongki begged, his voice a hoarse whisper. "I want you.
Right now," Woongki gasped, his voice a desperate plea.
Kyungho's breath hitched, his body responding to Woongki's words like a switch had been flipped. He knew what Woongki needed, what he wanted. And he was going to give it to him.
Kyungho pulled away from Woongki for a moment, just long enough to grab a condom and some lube from his bag. He tossed the packet to Woongki, who quickly tore it open.
Woongki tried to find a practice mat that was comfortable enough for them to lie down. He quickly spread a thin blanket on the floor while preparing the condom. His kisses trace down each Kyungho's body parts starting from
his neck to his navel. And Woongki felt like he was going to explode from the anticipation of having Kyungho inside him.
Kyungho couldn't help but admire Woongki's smooth, pale skin bathed in the moonlight. He caressed Woongki's chest, tracing the lines of his muscles, the curve of his ribs.. He marveled at the sight of Woongki's body, so perfect, so untouched, so ready for him.
Woongki moved down, continuing his exploration, his kisses leaving a trail of fire on Kyungho's skin. He licked and sucked his way down Kyungho's body, his fingers tracing the lines of each muscle, each curve, each dip. He paid special attention to Kyungho's abs, swirling his tongue around each one, teasing him with soft nips and bites.
Kyungho groaned, his hips bucking off the floor as Woongki's mouth worked its way lower. He could feel the heat of Woongki's breath on his cock, could feel the anticipation building inside him as Woongki's lips inched closer.
Woongki looked up at Kyungho, his eyes locked onto his.
He could see the desire, the lust, the raw need that mirrored his own. He wanted this, every bit of it. He wanted Kyungho, all of him. He unbuttoned his jeans and found his boxers stained with precum while his cock was throbbing with desire. He wrapped his hand around the stained underwear and licked the precum
that had oozed out.
Kyungho watched Woongki, feeling a rush of heat between his legs. Woongki's mouth on him was everything he had ever wanted, and more. He groaned, pushing his hips up to meet Woongki's mouth.
Woongki smiled, his eyes never leaving Kyungho's. He could feel the heat of Kyungho's cock against his tongue, the pulsing desire that throbbed through him. He licked his lips, tasting the muskiness and saltiness of Kyungho's precum, and moaned.
"Hyung, I can't believe it's this big... You're still barely hard. Will it fit me?" Woongki asked, his voice muffled by the cock in his mouth. He looked up at Kyungho, his eyes filled with a mixture of excitement and apprehension.
Kyungho groaned, his hips bucking slightly as Woongki's words sent a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock. "Fuck, Woongki. You have no idea how much I want to feel that tight heat around me. But we need to take this slow, okay? I don't want to hurt you."
Woongki nodded, pulling away from Kyungho's cock that was soiled with saliva in his underwear.
"It's time to experience the real thing," Woongki said, his voice thick with lust. Kyungho nodded, his breath coming in short gasps as he tried to regain control.
Woongki moved back up Kyungho's body, positioning himself so that he was straddling Kyungho's hips. He pinned down Kyungho to the bed and could feel the heat of Kyungho's cock pressing against his own, the slickness of his precum coating both of their shafts. He reached back, grabbing a handful of lube, and poured it onto his fingers.
Woongki watched, his breath coming in short gasps as Kyungho's long, elegant fingers smeared the cool gel over himself.
He was so turned on, he was leaking precum onto Kyungho's cock. He felt a blush spread over his face as Kyungho glanced down, noticing the wet spot on his sheets.
"Fuck, Woongki, you're so fucking hard already," Kyungho growled, his fingers wrapping around Woongki's shaft and giving it a firm stroke.
Woongki gasped, his hips bucking into the touch.
"Shit, hyung, that feels so fucking good," he moaned, his head falling back, exposing his neck to Kyungho.
Kyungho's lips found the sensitive skin, his teeth grazing against Woongki's flesh as he spoke against his skin. "You like that, don't you? You like feeling my hand on your cock."
Woongki whimpered, his hips moving in rhythm with Kyungho's hand. "Yes, fuck yes. I want more, hyung." Both their hand were on their cocks sliding with each other with foreign liquids. Woongki moaned as he felt Kyungho's long, skilled fingers grip his cock, stroking him with just the right amount of pressure. He felt his balls tighten, his cock throbbing with need. "Fuck, Kyungho, I'm gonna come," Woongki gasped, his hips bucking into Kyungho's touch.
Kyungho's eyes darkened with desire as he watched Woongki's face contort with pleasure. He leaned in, capturing Woongki's lips in a fierce kiss as he continued to stroke him.
"Hyung...look at that size difference. I can't believe you're this big that mine feels like a toy. Is yours like... nine inches?" Woongki moaned, his voice barely a whisper as Kyungho's fingers teased his hole, slowly pushing inside him. He could feel the burn, the stretch, and he loved every second of it. "I bet it feels so fucking good to have your big cock in me."
Kyungho groaned, his cock throbbing with need as he listened to Woongki's filthy words. You're so fucking tight. I can't wait to feel you clench around me."
Woongki pushed back against Kyungho's fingers, wanting more, needing more. "Come on, hyung.
I need you inside me," Woongki begged, his voice a desperate plea. Kyungho's fingers were driving him insane, but he wanted more. He needed more.
He pulled his fingers out, making Woongki whimper with need. Then, he positioned himself between Woongki's legs, the head of his cock nudging against Woongki's slick entrance.
Woongki looked down, watching as Kyungho's thick cock pushed inside him, inch by inch.
The burn was intense, but it was overpowered by the pleasure that coursed through his veins. He could feel every ridge, every vein of Kyungho's cock as it stretched him wide open.
"Fuck, Woongki, you're so fucking tight," Kyungho groaned, his hips moving slowly, giving Woongki time to adjust. Woongki panted, his nails digging into Kyungho's back, urging him to move faster.
"Hyung.... It hurts so much. Please hug me and kiss me... I want to ease the pain" Woongki whimpered, his nails digging deeper into Kyungho's back, a silent plea for comfort. Kyungho obliged, leaning down to capture Woongki's lips in a fierce, passionate kiss. He could taste the saltiness of Woongki's tears, the sweetness of his desperation. He knew that kiss wouldn't be enough to mask the pain, but he hoped it would offer some form of solace, a distraction from the discomfort.
Woongki's body tensed as Kyungho's cock pushed deeper, the burn intensifying with each inch.
Kyungho groaned, his hips still moving slowly, giving Woongki time to adjust. "Fuck, Woongki, you're so tight. You're squeezing me so fucking good."
Woongki whimpered, his eyes watering from the pain and the intensity of the sensation. He wrapped his legs around Kyungho's waist, pulling him closer, desperate for more. "Hyung, please... it hurts so much. But I want more. I want all of you."
Kyungho's breath hitched, the sound of Woongki's plea sending a jolt of pleasure straight to his cock.
He knew this was going to be intense, but he was determined to give Woongki everything he wanted. He started to move his hips, slowly at first, letting Woongki adjust to the size and the sensation of being filled.
Woongki's breath came in short gasps, his nails digging deeper into Kyungho's back. The pain was overwhelming, but so was the pleasure. It was a strange mix of sensations, one that left him feeling both overwhelmed and exhilarated.
"Hyung...more..." Woongki managed to whisper, his voice hoarse with desire and pain. Kyungho nodded, understanding the unspoken plea.
He began to move his hips, slowly at first, then gaining speed and depth with each thrust. Woongki's body adjusted to the intrusion, the initial pain beginning to dissipate, replaced by a growing pleasure that sent shivers down his spine.
"Oh fuck, hyung," Woongki moaned, his hands gripping Kyungho's shoulders tighter. "That feels so good. So fucking good."
Kyungho's thrusts became more forceful, his hips slamming against Woongki's with each drive.
The sound of skin slapping against skin filled the room, a primal, erotic symphony that drove them both wild. Woongki's breath came in ragged gasps, his body clutching at Kyungho's with each thrust, his hips meeting Kyungho's thrust for thrust.
"Fuck, Kyungho! Right there, right fucking there Hyung!" Woongki cried out, his head thrown back, his eyes rolling as he hit his spot. Kyungho's cock was hitting that perfect spot inside him, sending waves of pleasure coursing through his body.
He could feel every inch of Kyungho's length sliding in and out of him, the friction setting his nerves on fire.
"Fuck, Woongki, you feel so fucking amazing. Your tight little hole is gripping my cock so fucking good," Kyungho growled, his hips moving faster, harder. "I can't get enough of you. I never want to stop fucking you."
Woongki let out a moan, his body trembling with each powerful thrust. "Yes, hyung, fuck me. Fuck me harder. Make me yours," he begged, his voice a desperate plea.
"Who do you think you're talking to, Woongki?" Kyungho growled, his voice laced with both pleasure and possessiveness. "You're mine. You've always been mine."
Kyungho's thrusts became more aggressive, his hips slamming into Woongki with a force that left them both breathless. The room was filled with the sound of their bodies coming together, the wet smacking of flesh against flesh, the soft moans and gasps that escaped their lips.
Woongki tried to regain composure but the fast erratic speed led him to fall down on Kyungho's body. His arms was against Kyungho's abs trying to notify him. "Wait, hyung... something weird is coming out my body," Woongki panted, his face a mix of confusion and pleasure. Kyungho looked down, his eyes widening as he saw the clear, slippery substance leaking from Woongki's ass, coating his cock and balls.
"Fuck, Woongki, you're squirting," Kyungho groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic as he felt the warm, thick fluid enveloping his cock. "That's so fucking hot."
Woongki's eyes widened in surprise, his body shaking as the sensation of his prostate being stimulated sent waves of pleasure crashing through him.
"H-Hyung, what the...?" he stammered, his voice barely above a whisper.
Kyungho's eyes darkened with lust as he watched Woongki's reaction, his cock throbbing with the need to claim him completely. "You're so fucking hot when you squirt, Woongki. I can feel your come dripping down my cock, coating my balls. It's fucking incredible."
Woongki let out a moan, his body arching off the bed as Kyungho's words sent a fresh wave of pleasure coursing through him. "Fuck, hyung.....wait. I don't know why but I feel like something is going to burst out," Woongki gasped, his body tensing up as he felt the pressure building inside him. Kyungho's eyes widened in surprise as he felt Woongki's body clench around him, the tightness almost unbearable. He knew that feeling, knew what was about to happen.
"Fuck, Woongki, don't hold back. Let it go, baby," Kyungho growled, his hips moving faster, harder, urging Woongki to let go. "Come for me, Woongki.
Let me feel you milk my cock with your come," Kyungho commanded, his voice a low growl that sent shivers down Woongki's spine. He could feel the pressure building inside him, the need for release overwhelming. His body tensed, his muscles clenched as he pushed back against Kyungho's thrusts, meeting him stroke for stroke.
Woongki's breath came in short, ragged gasps, his body trembling with the force of the sensation. He could feel it, the impending orgasm, the release that he so desperately needed. "Fuck, hyung, I can't hold it back.
I'm gonna come, I'm gonna fucking explode if you don't stop," Woongki gasped, his body taut as a bowstring, every nerve ending on fire. He could feel it, the pressure building in his balls, the need for release overwhelming him.
Let me feel it all."
Woongki let out a whimpering moan, his body tensing as the sensation built to a fever pitch. "Fuck, hyung...I'm close...I'm so fucking close..."
The words barely left his lips before his orgasm crashed over him. His body convulsed, every muscle in his body tensing and releasing in rapid succession. He could feel his cock pulsing, thick ropes of cim shooting out and coating his belly and chest. The sensation was unlike anything he had ever experienced, his entire body shaking and trembling with the force of his release.
Woongki's vision blurred with tears, his breath coming in short, ragged gasps as he came undone beneath Kyungho. The pleasure was so intense, it bordered on pain, a raw, overwhelming feeling that left him feeling both exhilarated and utterly spent.
Kyungho kept his pace steady, his hips moving in a relentless rhythm as he chased his own release. He could feel the tight grip of Woongki's body around him, the heat and wetness of his come coating his cock and balls.
It was a sensation unlike any other, a primal, animalistic feeling that drove him wild. He groaned, his hips moving faster, harder, his need for release building with each thrust.
"Fuck, Woongki, you're so goddamn sexy when you come. Your body is so fucking beautiful, so goddamn perfect," Kyungho growled, his voice thick with lust. "I want to feel you come again. I want to feel you milk my cock with your come."
Woongki's body was still trembling with the aftershocks of his orgasm, his muscles clenching and releasing around Kyungho's cock.
He could feel the heat of Kyungho's gaze on him, could hear the harshness of his breath as he chased his own release. "Hyung... I want to feel you come inside me. I want to feel your hot load filling me up," Woongki whispered, his voice hoarse with desire.
Kyungho let out a low growl, his hips snapping forward with renewed vigor. "Fuck, Woongki, that's so fucking hot. I want that too. I want to fill you up, to mark you as mine. To leave my seed deep inside you.” Kyungho’s voice was a low growl, thick with desire and possession.
"Woongki~~~ ah" Kyungho moaned, his hips snapping forward, driving his cock deeper into Woongki with brutal force. He knew he was close, could feel the pleasure building in his balls, the familiar tingling sensation that signaled his impending release.
Finally, the warmth exploded and the cock swelled in Woongki's belly . The sensation of Kyungho filling him, marking him as his own, was intoxicating. Kyungho's hips continued to move in shallow, jerky thrusts, his cock pulsing deep inside Woongki as he rode out his orgasm. Your ass is so fucking tight, it's milking my cock so good," Kyungho groaned, his voice hoarse with pleasure. He released a huge load of
cum deep into Woongki, the warmth of his seed filling Woongki's insides, marking him as his own. He could feel every pulse of his cock as it released, the sensation intense and overwhelming.
Woongki let out a final, desperate whimper, his body convulsing with the force of their shared orgasm. He could feel Kyungho's cock twitching inside him, the heat of his come filling him up, coating his insides with proof of their union. He had never felt so claimed, so owned, so completely and utterly possessed by someone before.
"Wait Woongki, don't move too much" Kyungho muttered , as he pulled out of him. He had never been into this type of thing before. He never had an interest to try out rough sex.
"I'm sorry Woongki, I didn't mean to..." Kyungho 's voice was thick with regret as he watched the mixture of his cumand Woongki's leak out, a messy, sticky testament to their passion.
Woongki looked up to Kyungho with confusion "Wait, what's happening hyung?" He was still breathing heavily, his body tingling with the aftermath of their intense lovemaking.
"I didn't mean to... I didn't think it would happen like this," Kyungho said, his voice thick with emotion as he looked down at Woongki's body. His cum was leaking from Woongki's ass, a thick, messy mixture of their combined fluids. Woongki's body was a canvas of their passion, marked with bruises from Kyungho's rough handling, his hole stretched and filled with Kyungho's seed.
Then, he felt a sudden warm pressure inside his ass that was unlike anything he had ever experienced. He looked down, seeing the mixture of their cum leaking out, a messy,.
"What the fuck, Kyungho? What just happened?" Woongki asked, his voice a mix of shock and awe.
Kyungho looked down at the mess between Woongki's legs, his eyes wide with surprise and disbelief. "Fuck, Woongki, I'm sorry I didn't mean to piss. It felt so good I couldn't control myself,"
he apologized, his voice thick with regret.
Woongki looked up at him, confusion and a little bit of amusement in his eyes. "It's okay, hyung. I didn't know it was a thing, but... it's kind of hot, isn't it?"
Kyungho's eyebrows shot up, surprise written all over his face. "You think this is hot? Woongki, I'm so fucking sorry I didn't mean to— "
Woongki interrupted him with a laugh, shaking his head. "No, it's okay, really. It's a little weird, yeah, but...
it's kind of hot, isn't it?" Woongki said, his voice a soft whisper, his eyes locked onto Kyungho's. He could see the shock written all over Kyungho's face, the disbelief that he had just pissed on Woongki during sex. But there was something about the intimacy of the act, the raw, primal nature of it that sent a thrill through Woongki's body.
Kyungho's eyes widened in surprise, and then slowly, a slow grin spread across his face. You're right.
I didn't expect it either, but I have to admit, it feels fucking amazing," Kyungho said, his voice thick with lust. He looked down at the mess between Woongki's legs, a mix of their cum and his piss, and his cock twitched, already hardening again at the sight.
"Fuck, Woongki, I'm so lucky I followed your instructions and went here bravely tonight," Kyungho murmured, his eyes never leaving their bodies as they intertwined.
Woongki chuckled, his body shaking slightly as he reached out, wrapping his hand around Kyungho's chest. Both of them collapsed in the floor , their bodies pressed together, their hearts beating in sync.
"I'm glad you found your way to me, hyung. I don't know what I would have done without you," Woongki whispered, his voice filled with a mix of emotions.
Kyungho placed a gentle kiss on Woongki's forehead, a silent promise of his devotion. He felt a warmth spread through him, a comfort that he had been craving for so long.
"I'm here, Woongki. I'm not going anywhere," Kyungho said softly, his voice filled with a tenderness that Woongki had never heard before.
He rested his hand on Woongki's cheek, his thumb tracing the curve of his jaw.
Woongki looked up at Kyungho, his eyes reflecting the dim light of the rehearsal room. The intensity of their lovemaking was still fresh in his mind, but now, with Kyungho's gentle touch and soft words, he felt a sense of peace wash over him. He leaned into Kyungho's touch, closing his eyes and savoring the moment.
"I'm sorry it took me so long to find my way back to you," Woongki whispered, his voice thick with emotion.
"I was so lost, so scared. I thought I could handle everything on my own, but I was wrong."
Kyungho's thumb traced the line of Woongki's jaw, his touch gentle and soothing. I know now that you were just trying to protect yourself, to protect us. But you don't have to do that anymore. I'm here for you, no matter what."
Woongki opened his eyes, looking up at Kyungho with a mix of gratitude and longing. "I know, hyung. I know you are.
And I am lucky to have you by my side, even if it took us a while to get here," Woongki whispered, his voice filled with a mixture of relief and joy.
Kyungho smiled down at him, his thumb brushing away a stray tear that had escaped Woongki's eye. "We're lucky to have each other, Woongki. And I promise you, we'll never let anything come between us again."
Woongki nodded, leaning up to press a soft kiss to Kyungho's lips. "I promise too, hyung. No more secrets, no more running away.
They were finally on the same page, on the same journey, and it felt right.
As they lay there, entwined in each other's arms, the afterglow of their intense lovemaking still lingering, they spoke of their hopes and fears for the future. They laughed about old memories and cried about the pain they had both endured. They made promises to each other, promises to never again let their egos or fears come between them.
Kyungho leaned in, pressing a gentle kiss to Woongki's lips. "I've missed this, you know.
Just lying here with you, talking about anything and everything," Kyungho murmured, his fingers gently tracing patterns on Woongki's chest.
"Me too, hyung. It feels so good to be close to you again," Woongki admitted, his voice soft with contentment.
They lay in comfortable silence for a while, simply enjoying each other's presence. The tension that had been building between them since they reunited on "Universe League" seemed to have dissipated, replaced by a sense of peace and understanding.
Woongki propped himself up on one elbow, looking down at Kyungho with a mischievous glint in his eyes.
"You know, hyung, I never thought I would say this, but I'm actually glad we're doing this show together."
Kyungho raised an eyebrow, a playful smirk tugging at the corners of his mouth. "Oh, really? And why's that?"
Woongki grinned, his eyes sparkling with amusement. "Because it gave us the second chance to... reconnect. To figure out what we really mean to each other. I don't think we would have ever had this conversation if it wasn't for 'Universe League'."
Kyungho's smirk softened, his expression growing serious.
"You're right, Woongki. This show has given us a chance to rediscover what we have. But we can't let it control us. We have to remember why we're here, why we started making music together in the first place," Kyungho said, his voice filled with determination.
Woongki nodded, his expression mirroring Kyungho's. "You're right, hyung. We can't let the competition or the media or anything else come between us again. We have to stay true to ourselves, to each other."
Kyungho sat up, his eyes reflecting the determination he felt inside.
"We've been through so much, Woongki. We've lost our band, our dreams, our friendship... We can't let this show take us away from what's truly important."
Woongki nodded, his expression turning thoughtful. We can't let our past mistakes cloud our future. We need to focus on what we have now, on what we can build together."
Kyungho reached out, taking Woongki's hand in his. "I promise you, Woongki, I will do everything in my power to make sure we don't lose each other again.
I can't imagine my life without you in it," Kyungho vowed, his grip on Woongki's hand tightening.
Woongki smiled, his heart swelling with warmth at Kyungho's words. "I feel the same way, hyung. I can't imagine a future without you in it."
They shared a lingering look, their eyes reflecting the depth of their feelings for one another. The room was quiet, save for the distant hum of the arena's air conditioning and the soft rhythm of their breathing.
"Hyung...I can't breathe in this closet. We shouldn't have followed Woongki," JL whispered, his breath ragged as he pressed himself against the wall, trying to make as little noise as possible.
Zhang Shuaibo crouched beside him, nodded in agreement, his eyes wide with fear. "I told you we shouldn't have been nosy. Still, that was too fucking hot."
Zhang Shuaibo whispered, his eyes wild with excitement. "I can't believe we saw that. Cha Woongki and Kyungho, together like that."
JL nodded, his heart still pounding in his chest like a drum. "I know, right? I mean, I always knew they had something special, but I never thought it would be like that."
The two of them were crouched in the dimly lit corner of the storage closet, trying to catch their breath after witnessing the intimate encounter between Woongki and Kyungho.