Chapter 1: Introduction
The studio buzzed with an electric mix of excitement and nervousness as the remaining trainees of Universe League gathered for Pajama Night Live. The sprawling space was transformed, filled with plush sleeping mats and a casual intimacy that came from months of shared hopes and struggles. Tonight, for once, they weren’t competitors. They were just kids unwinding before the intensity of the finals.
Kyungho adjusted the collar of his green satin pajamas, the smooth fabric glinting under the studio lights. Across the room, Woongi fidgeted with the hem of his blue teddy-bear-patterned sleepwear, sneaking glances at Kyungho. They’d barely exchanged words all day, a deliberate choice to avoid drawing suspicion after the emotional truce they’d reached the night before. Yet, the subtle tension between them was impossible to miss.
The event began with laughter as the producer welcomed everyone. “All right, trainees! Time to pair up for some fun games. Grab a stick from the bucket—matching numbers will decide your partner for the night!”
As Kyungho reached into the bucket, his fingers brushed against a stick, and he withdrew it, already feeling the weight of fate. Woongi, moments later, pulled his stick and glanced at the number. Matching.
“You two are so synced,” JL quipped, smirking. “Almost suspicious, huh?”
Woongi’s nervous laugh betrayed him, but he covered it with a quick smile. “Just luck,” he said, avoiding Kyungho’s gaze. Still, the flutter in his chest was undeniable.
The first game was "Guess the Trainee," where one partner had to act out a trainee while the other tried to guess who they were. Kyungho sat on his mat, trying to keep his face neutral as he watched the MC Hyun Jung explain the rules.
Woongi, already sitting beside him, fiddled with his pajama sleeves, his eyes darting from the MC to Kyungho and back. "So, what do you want me to do?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. Kyungho could see the faint pink tint rising on his cheeks.
"It's just a game," Kyungho reassured him. "Act natural."
But as the game began, Woongi's nervousness turned into a panic when the host called his name. "Woongi, you're up first!"
Woongi froze, unable to move, his eyes widening as the studio lights seemed to suddenly brighten. Kyungho, noticing his sudden stillness, leaned over to whisper, "Breathe. It's just me, remember?"
Hyun Jung noticed Woongi's hesitation and chuckled, her voice soothing and reassuring. "Take your time, Woongi. You're doing great."
Woongi blinked, trying to regain his composure. He looked at Kyungho, his eyes reflecting a mix of fear and trust. Kyungho smiled softly, hoping to calm Woongi down. "You can do this," he mouthed.
Woongi took a deep breath and finally managed a small nod, his body slowly unfreezing.
He looked at Kyungho and then quickly away, his mind already racing. "Okay, okay," he murmured to himself, trying to focus. He was supposed to act out one of the trainees. He thought of Steven's gentle smile, JL's stoic composure, but the only image that stuck in his mind was Kyungho revealing his chiseled abs in the secret clip Woongi had rewatched countless times. Woongi felt his cheeks burning, knowing Kyungho was right there, watching him closely.
He tried to push the thought away, but his blush only deepened as he attempted to decode Kyungho's nonchalant expression. "Is it... is it you?" he finally asked, his voice barely audible. The studio fell silent except for a few stifled giggles. Kyungho raised his eyebrows, surprised.
“Me?” he asked, his voice low. The studio lights seemed to dim for a moment as his gaze met Woongi’s, the intensity between them palpable.
Woongi’s hands trembled as he tried to act out one of Kyungho’s iconic moves—the one where he flexed his arms during an intense dance practice. The gesture was a blatant attempt to mimic Kyungho’s confident demeanor, but the resulting image was more endearing than impressive. Woongi’s hands, still shaking, barely reached his shoulders, and his usually expressive eyes were now wide with concentration, trying to convey the same intensity Kyungho always radiated.
JL, seated across from them, couldn’t help but chuckle.
“Woongi, you’re doing a fantastic job—at making Kyungho look like a giant!”
The studio erupted in laughter, breaking the tense moment between Woongi and Kyungho. Woongi, despite the heat in his cheeks, joined in the laughter, relieved by the sudden shift in mood. Kyungho, however, couldn't hide the soft smile tugging at his lips. He loved seeing Woongi like this—carefree and laughing, even if it was at his expense.
Steven, watching from nearby, shook his head fondly. "Woongi, you're unstoppable when it comes to making us laugh," he said, his voice warm and gentle.
Woongi’s laughter subsided, and he turned to look at Steven. “Thanks, Steven.
That’s what I do best, I guess,” Woongi replied, still chuckling. He turned back to Kyungho, who was now attempting to guess the trainee Woongi was acting out. Kyungho’s cheeks were flushed, not from the game but from the unexpected display of Woongi’s innocent charm.
On his turn, Kyungho tried to imitate a penguin and a poodle, but his hands somehow managed to shape themselves into a tiger gesture that was Woongi's signature move, earning giggles and raised eyebrows from the other trainees.
Woongi couldn’t help but laugh at the sight, his heart warming at Kyungho’s unexpected clumsiness. “A tiger.. Is it also me?” he guessed, a wide smile stretching across his face.
"Try again, Kyung-oppa. You're terrible at this,” Woongi teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement. Kyungho shook his head, a soft smile spreading across his face as he gently ruffled Woongi’s hair. “You’re right, I’m terrible at this,” he admitted, his voice warm and reassuring. Woongi beamed at the familiar nickname and the casual affection, feeling a sense of comfort wash over him.
But that comfort was short-lived as the host announced the next game—the "Trust Game." The studio lights dimmed slightly, and a sense of anticipation filled the air. The game involved two partners standing back-to-back, one acting as a guide while the other followed their instructions to mimic specific yoga poses. The catch? No speaking allowed.
As Kyungho and Woongi stood facing opposite directions, Kyungho's hands rested lightly on Woongi's waist. Woongi’s breath caught slightly at the unexpected touch, a jolt of warmth spreading through him. Kyungho, feeling Woongi's reaction, hesitated for a moment before beginning the directions. His hands started to guide Woongi into the first pose, but as Woongi shifted his weight, Kyungho's hands lingered a little longer than necessary.
Kyungho whispered, "Ready?" His voice was barely audible, but the intensity in it was unmistakable. Woongi nodded slightly, his heart pounding in his chest as he braced himself for Kyungho's touch. The steely confidence in Kyungho's voice was both reassuring and unnerving, sending a flurry of butterflies swirling in Woongi's stomach.
He took a deep breath, trying to steady himself, but the anticipation of Kyungho's hands on him again was almost too much to bear. Kyungho's fingers brushed against Woongi's waist as he guided him into the next pose, and Woongi couldn't help but let out a soft gasp at the contact. The studio lights seemed to fade away as he focused solely on the sensation of Kyungho's touch.
Kyungho attempted to guide Woongi into a more challenging pose, but as he shifted his weight, Woongi lost his balance and toppled backward. Kyungho, quick as a reflex, caught Woongi before he hit the ground, swooping him up into his arms in a princess-style carry. A collective "OOOOOH" echoed through the studio, drawing laughter and teasing remarks from the other teams.
Woongi's face flushed a deep shade of crimson, not just from the fall but from the sudden intimacy of being cradled in Kyungho's strong arms. Kyungho, however, seemed unfazed, his grip firm and steadying. He looked down at Woongi, his eyes reflecting a mix of amusement and concern. "Are you okay?" he asked, his voice low and gentle.
Woongi's breath hitched as he nodded, his eyes fluttering shut momentarily as Kyungho's hands moved from his waist up to his shoulders. The touch was warm and reassuring, grounding him in the moment despite the blush that spread across his cheeks. Kyungho's thumbs gently rubbed the knots of tension in Woongi's shoulders, and Woongi couldn't help but let out a soft sigh of relief. The studio lights seemed to dim even further, the noise of the other trainees and the host fading into the background as Kyungho's touch became the only thing Woongi could focus on.
"Here, try to relax," Kyungho murmured, his voice barely above a whisper.
The crowd murmurs and were gradually teasing them with exaggerated "Oooohhhh" and "Awwwww", but Kyungho and Woongi were lost in their own little bubble.
Woongi's eyes fluttered open, meeting Kyungho's gaze. There was a softness in Kyungho's eyes that Woongi hadn't seen before—something that made him feel safe and cherished. His heart pounded in his chest as he stared into Kyungho's eyes, unable to look away.
"Kyung-oppa?" Woongi asked jokingly, his voice barely a whisper.
He tried to lighten the moment, but the words seemed to hang in the air. The studio was silent, except for the hum of the lights and the soft rustling of the other trainees shifting uncomfortably, trying to give them some privacy.
Kyungho and Woongi were locked in a moment that seemed to transcend the triviality of the game, their eyes holding a conversation that their mouths couldn't.
Kyungho, noticing the sudden stillness around them, cleared his throat softly. "Let's get back to the game," he suggested, his voice barely above a whisper. But his hands remained on Woongi's shoulders, his thumbs still tracing gentle circles on Woongi's skin.
Woongi nodded, a small smile playing on his lips. "Yeah," he agreed, his voice barely audible.
He lowered Woongi back to the ground, his hands lingering on Woongi's shoulders for a moment longer before finally letting go. "Let's get back to the game," Kyungho repeated, his voice steady and reassuring.
The host, Hyun Jung, sensing the shift in the room, quickly moved to the next game. "Alright, trainees! Next up is 'Who Wore It Better?'" she announced, her voice perky and enthusiastic. The trainees clapped and cheered, the friendly competition once again igniting the studio with energy.
Kyungho and Woongi joined the others, their eyes scanning the rack of colorful pajamas. Kyungho picked up a bold, red and black checkered pair, while Woongi grabbed a soft blue and white striped set.
The game began, with the host calling out different scenarios and the trainees striking poses in their pajamas. Kyungho and Woongi laughed and joked, playing off each other’s energy. Suddenly, Hyun Jung declared, “And the winner of 'Who Wore It Better' is… Woongi!”
The studio erupted in cheers, balloons fell from the ceiling, and Woongi stood there, stunned, looking adorable in his striped pajamas. Kyungho, in a burst of genuine pride and camaraderie, let out an over-enthusiastic whoop, clapping his hands together.
His laughter was infectious, deep and hearty, echoing through the studio. But as he noticed Woongi’s surprised smile and the way his cheeks flushed from the attention, Kyungho realized his celebration might have been a bit too much.
He chuckled, ruffling Woongi’s hair again. “You deserved it. You’re the star tonight.”
Woongi ducked his head, his smile widening as he batted Kyungho’s hand away playfully. “Stop it, hyung!” he laughed. “You’re making a scene.”
The host, seeing the dynamic between the two, grinned. “Alright, everyone, we have one last game for the night—Charades! Since Woongi is our reigning champ, he gets to go first!”
Woongi’s eyes widened, and he looked at Kyungho with a mix of excitement and apprehension. “Me? Really?” he asked, his voice slightly higher than usual. Kyungho nodded, his eyes soft. “You got this,” he reassured him.
“Show ‘em how it’s done!” Steven offered Woongi a high-five, and Woongi, caught off guard but delighted, smacked his hand against Steven’s. The contact was brief but electric, sending a wave of camaraderie surging through him.
Woongi grinned, feeling a rush of adrenaline and determination. He turned to face the other trainees, ready to give it his all.
The host raised a card above Steven’s head, and Woongi’s eyes widened as he recognized the Korean proverb written on it: “번아웃하다 (beon-ah-ut-ha-da)”—a phrase that literally means “to be tired of an old well,” but metaphorically refers to the feeling of being bored from overfamiliarity.
Woongi’s mind raced, trying to think of a way to act out the complex proverb in a way that his teammates would understand. He glanced at Kyungho, who nodded encouragingly, and then over to Steven, who gave him a thumbs-up, his eyes glinting with amusement and support. Woongi took a deep breath, steeling himself for the challenge.
He started by mimicking the action of drawing water from a well, tilting an imaginary bucket and pulling it up with exaggerated effort. The studio fell silent, everyone watching intently as Woongi’s expressive face conveyed the struggle and eventual success of filling his bucket. Then, he pretended to take a sip from the bucket, his face contorting with disgust. He repeated the action of drawing water several times, each time looking more frustrated and bored.
Despite Woongi’s best efforts, Steven, standing on the other side of the room, remained clueless. His brows furrowed as he watched Woongi’s performance, clearly unable to decipher the message behind the charade. Woongi’s face fell, his shoulders slumping slightly as he realized that Steven wasn’t getting it.
The seconds ticked away, and the host finally called time. “Sorry, team! Woongi, you gave it a valiant effort, but no one got the answer.”
JL, seated across from them, couldn’t help but roll his eyes at Steven's lack of comprehension. “Come on, Steven hyung," he scoffed. "Woongi was practically drinking from a well.”
JL scoffed, “If finals were about acting, Steven hyung, you'd already be eliminated." The studio erupted in laughter at JL's bluntness, but Steven couldn't help but grin, taking the ribbing in stride. "Hey, I'm just slow on the uptake when it comes to proverbs," he retorted with a shrug. "Besides, who says I'd be eliminated? I'd be the wild card, keeping everyone on their toes."
The host, Hyun Jung, stepped in, her laughter fading as she took control of the situation. “Alright, everyone, that’s a wrap for tonight’s games!” she announced, her voice cheerful and lively. “Thank you all for participating and making this Pajama Night Live so much fun!” Her words were met with a chorus of grateful cheers and applause from the trainees, their laughter and smiles reflecting the bond they’d forged during the evening.
As the lights dimmed, signaling the end of the night’s festivities, the trainees began arranging their sleeping mats in a large circle, creating a cozy communal area.
Woongi and Kyungho, relieved from the anxiety and stress of not being able to talk to each other the whole day, found their mats ending up adjacent to each other. Woongi let out a soft sigh of relief, his shoulders relaxing as he sat down, the tense energy that had been lingering all day finally dissipating. Kyungho, on the other hand, sat down with a subtle smile, glad for the unexpected turn of events.
“So, that was… something,” Woongi said, breaking the silence between them. His voice was quiet, but filled with a mix of amusement and exhaustion.
Woongi yawned, stretching out on his mat, his body arching like a cat's as he sought to relieve the tension from the day's events. The soft creak of the mat and the gentle rustling of his pajamas were the only sounds in the otherwise still studio. Kyungho watched him, a small smile playing on his lips as he remembered Woongi's energetic performances throughout the night.
"You did great tonight, Woongi," Kyungho said, his voice soft but filled with genuine admiration. "You should be proud."
Woongi blinked, his gaze meeting Kyungho's. The yawn was replaced by a soft smile, his cheeks coloring slightly at the compliment. "Thanks, hyung," he murmured, his voice barely above a whisper. As he settled onto his pillow, offered by JL, Steven gave him a grateful nod, appreciating the small act of kindness. The studio was now a sea of sleeping mats and bodies, the once-bustling space now filled with a sense of tranquility and exhaustion. The trainees huddled close together, their laughter and chatter from earlier now replaced by the soft sounds of breathing and the occasional rustle of fabric.
Meanwhile, JL and Steven lay close by, casually teasing each other about snoring. JL's low chuckle filled the air as he nudged Steven playfully. "You know, Steven, I've heard rumors that you can make the walls tremble with your snoring." Steven grinned, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he retorted, "Rumors? JL, you just jealous because I can keep a steady rhythm even in my sleep."
Woongi, snuggled into his mat, glanced sidelong at Kyungho, his eyes meeting Kyungho's in the dim light. He gave him a gentle nudge, reminding him, "Hey, Kyung-oppa. Behave tonight, okay? No more stolen kisses." His voice was barely above a whisper, but there was a warmth in it that betrayed his nervous excitement.
Kyungho smiled softly, his eyes reflecting the same spark that Woongi had ignited within him. "You know I can't promise anything," he replied, a playful challenge in his voice. "But I'll try my best. You have my word."
The studio was quiet except for the soft rustling of sleeping bags and the occasional whisper as the trainees settled in for the night. Kyungho's gaze lingered on Woongi for a moment longer before he turned to face the ceiling, a soft sigh escaping his lips. He was still reeling from the electrical charge that had passed between them during the games, the memory of Woongi's laughter and the warmth of his touch still fresh in his mind.
He knew that he should put some distance between them, that he should respect the boundaries that Woongi had set.
But as he lay there, watching Woongi's soft breaths rise and fall, a small smile played at the corners of his mouth. He remembered their first meeting, Woongi's boundless energy and eager laughter, the way he had thrown his arms around Kyungho in a spontaneous hug, not caring who was watching. He remembered the countless times they had practiced together, Woongi's determination and passion fueling him, driving him to be better. And he remembered the moment he had realized that his feelings for Woongi went beyond friendship, that his heart skipped a beat every time Woongi's smile was directed at him.
The smile faded, replaced by a tender nostalgia. He had always known that Woongi was special, that there was something about him that made Kyungho want to protect him, to make him happy.
But as he watched Woongi drift off to sleep, his heart ached with a longing that he couldn't quite put into words. He knew that he should let go, that he should respect Woongi's boundaries and give him the space he needed. But as he lay there, the soft sounds of snoring and rustling fabric surrounding him, he couldn't help but feel drawn to Woongi, like a moth to a flame.
Suddenly, the peaceful atmosphere was disrupted by a pillow flying through the air, smacking JL squarely in the face. Kyungho's eyes widened as he turned to see Steven grinning wickedly, his pillow clutched tightly in his hands. "What was that for?" JL demanded, his voice muffled by the pillow. Steven just laughed, a deep chuckle that filled the studio.
"It's payback for all those times you've hit me with a pillow when I'm sleeping too loud. Besides, you’re supposed to be the quiet one, JL. It's only fair that I return the favor."
Kyungho couldn't help but smile at the playful banter, the easiness between them a stark contrast to the complicated dynamics of his own relationship with Woongi. He heard Woongi chuckle softly beside him, clearly amused by the pillow fight.
"Guys, are you seriously starting a fight in the middle of the night?" Woongi asked, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're supposed to be sleeping."
JL pulled the pillow away from his face, a mischievous grin on his lips. "Sorry, Woongi. But sometimes, you gotta let off some steam.
JL smiled, launching another fluffy attack. Woongi, watching the pillow flight, couldn't help but snicker, but his laughter was cut short as he turned to face Kyungho, his eyes reflecting the chaos unfolding. "Guys, seriously?" he whispered, shaking his head with a faint smile playing on his lips.
Kyungho, amused by the sudden pillow fight, turned to Woongi, his eyes sparkling with mirth. "Sometimes, you've got to let off some steam," he replied with a chuckle, but his laughter subsided as he noticed the serious look in Woongi's eyes. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice softening.
Woongi bit his lip, hesitating for a moment before leaning closer to Kyungho, his voice barely a whisper. "Kyung-oppa, when we fall asleep, behave tonight, okay? His eyes flickered with a mix of nervousness and playfulness, a stark contrast to the dense tension that had been lingering between them all day.
Suddenly, Kyungho reached out, gently tucking a strand of Woongi's hair behind his ear. The action was casual, almost instinctive, but the softness in his touch and the warmth in his eyes betrayed the depth of his feelings. Woongi's breath hitched slightly as he turned his head, his cheek brushing against Kyungho's palm. The studio lights seemed to dim further as the pillow fight continued around them, the laughter and teasing a distant hum in their ears.
"Hyung," Woongi whispered, his voice barely audible. His eyes met Kyungho's, and he swallowed hard, trying to find the right words to express the whirlwind of emotions inside him. "What if...
what if it was just you and me, away from all this?" Woongi's voice was barely above a whisper, his eyes searching Kyungho's for a sign, any sign, that he understood what Woongi was trying to say. He reached out, his hand brushing against Kyungho's, a gesture so casual and yet so profoundly intimate that it sent a shockwave through them both.
"Let's sleep," he murmured, his thumb tracing a gentle pattern on the back of Kyungho's hand. The studio, with all its chaos and noise, seemed to fade away, the world narrowing down to just the two of them, their breaths mingling in the cool night air.
Kyungho's heart pounded in his chest, the rhythm matching the soft tap of Woongi's thumb against his hand.
It was midnight, the room fell silent, and the air was filled with the steady hum of the air conditioner running. Kyungho and Woongi inched closer under the shared blanket, their bodies drawing warmth from each other's contact. Their fingers brushed, then entwined, a simple yet profound connection that sent a jolt of electricity through them both. Woongi whispered to him, "This is so risky, hyung. What if we get caught?"
Kyungho felt a smile tug at the corners of his mouth, his eyes meeting Woongi's in the dim light. "We won't," he replied, his voice barely above a whisper. "We're just sleeping, right?" He knew the truth behind his words, the weight of the promise hidden within them.
He stared into Woongi's eyes, seeing the raw vulnerability and hope within them. It was a question he'd been asked a thousand times in a thousand different ways, but tonight, under the soft studio lights, it felt more real than ever.
He wanted to answer, to tell Woongi that he understood, that he felt the same way. But the words caught in his throat, choked by the weight of their unspoken truths. Instead, he squeezed Woongi's hand, a silent promise that he was listening, that he understood.
Woongi let out a soft sigh, his shoulders relaxing as he stared into Kyungho's eyes.
The subtle pressure of their interlocked fingers grounded him, offering a sense of security that transcended the physical touch. "You're right," he whispered, his voice barely audible over the soft hum of the studio lights. "We're just sleeping."
Kyungho's grip on Woongi's hand tightened slightly, as if in response to an unspoken request for reassurance. He knew that their situation was fraught with risks and uncertainties, but in that moment, he was determined to provide Woongi with the comfort and stability he deserved.
"Close your eyes," Kyungho whispered, his voice a gentle persuasion. "Let's just sleep."
Woongi complied, his eyelids fluttering closed and his breath evening out as he settled into the rhythm. The studio was bathed in an ethereal glow, the dimmed lights casting long shadows on the walls, creating an intimate cocoon around them. Kyungho watched Woongi's face as he drifted off, his lips curving into a peaceful smile.
A soft snore from Steven broke the silence, followed by JL's hushed laughter. "Well, this is one way to end the night," JL muttered.
The studio was bathed in a soft hum of sleepy trainees, punctuated by the occasional snore. Kyungho couldn’t help but chuckle, his eyes still on Woongi, who was fast asleep. His chest rose and fell rhythmically, his features relaxed, and Kyungho felt an inexplicable warmth at the sight.
He knew they shouldn't be doing this—the risk was enormous, the potential repercussions severe. But as he looked at Woongi, his heart swelled with a protective instinct that he couldn't ignore. He knew he should pull away, should create some distance between them. But the reality was, he didn't want to. Not now, not ever.
"We won't get caught," Kyungho whispered back, his voice barely audible as he inched even closer to Woongi, their shoulders now pressing against each other. He could feel Woongi's breath on his cheek, and it sent shivers down his spine. "I won't let anything happen to you, Woongi."
Woongi's eyes fluttered open, a soft smile playing on his lips. "You always say that," he murmured, his voice a delicate whisper.
Kyungho felt Woongi's breath on his cheek, the soft sound of it sending a shiver down his spine.
Woongi's eyes widened, startled. "What do you mean?" he asked, his voice barely above a whisper. His eyes searched Kyungho's, looking for an answer, for a clue to the depth of Kyungho's words. "What do I always say?" Woongi's breath hitched slightly, a nervous laugh escaping his lips. He swallowed hard, his fingers tightening around Kyungho's hand as if seeking reassurance. "You don’t understand," Woongi whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "Everything is so complicated right now."
Kyungho’s eyes softened, his voice barely audible in the quiet of the studio. “I don’t care,” he whispered in return, his thumb gently tracing the edge of Woongi's cheek. “Can’t you just help your hyung for once? I’m so cold right now.”
He leaned in, his heart pounding in his chest as if trying to escape. His lips brushed against Woongi's, a soft touch that sent a jolt of electricity through him. It was a first for the night, a first that felt both forbidden and right in the most profound way.
Woongi's eyes widened in shock, but his breath hitched as he felt Kyungho’s lips against his.
He froze for a moment, his mind racing, but his body responded instinctively. His eyes fluttered closed, a soft sigh escaping his lips as he leaned into the kiss.
Kyungho felt Woongi's response, his heart pounding with a mix of excitement and fear. He deepened the kiss, his hand moving to cup Woongi's face, his thumb brushing against Woongi's cheek. The studio faded away, the sounds of snoring and rustling blankets disappearing as if they were the only two in the world.
Woongi's heart pounded in his chest, a drumbeat that seemed to echo Kyungho's own.
Despite the shyness and embarrassment that lingered between them, the rush of exhilaration and affection was too strong to resist. Unable to help themselves, their lips met again, soft and tentative at first, but deepening with each passing moment. The world around them faded away, leaving only the two of them enveloped in a haze of warmth and desire.
Their bodies pressed closer together, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Woongi's fingers trembled slightly as he reached up to touch Kyungho's face, his thumb brushing against the stubble of Kyungho's jaw. Kyungho's hand mirrored Woongi's, his touch gentle and yet firm, as if he were afraid that Woongi might slip away.
Despite the intimacy they had already shared, there was still a nervousness between them.
Their touches became more restrained, barely a whisper on skin, as if they feared waking anyone in the room. Their bodies pressed closer, their breaths mingling in the cool night air, but the heat between them was undeniable. Kyungho's hand shifted, his palm flat against Woongi's cheek, his thumb brushing softly across Woongi's lower lip. The gesture was intimate, but not overtly sexual.
It was a caress, a promise, a whisper of affection that he had longed to express. There was a softness in Kyungho's eyes, a tenderness that Woongi had never seen before. He felt a warmth spreading through him, a warmth that had nothing to do with the physical contact between them. It was a warmth that came from within, a warmth that filled him with a sense of peace and contentment. But as the warmth spread, so did the reality of their situation. JL, just a few feet away, was tossing and turning restlessly, his eyes squeezed shut as if trying to block out the heavy breathing and rustling in the blankets between Kyungho and Woongi.
JL groaned softly, his hands flying to his ears in a desperate attempt to muffle the sounds. "Guys, please," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "I'm trying to sleep here." The plea was met with silence, the trainees around him either oblivious or pretending to be. JL sighed, his shoulders slumping in defeat as he gave up on the futile attempt to block out the noise.
Suddenly, a soft rustling beside him stirred, and Steven's eyes fluttered open. He looked around, his gaze scanning the dimly lit studio, taking in the forms of his fellow trainees scattered across the floor. His eyes paused on Kyungho and Woongi, their faces so close that their breaths could almost be mistaken for one.
JL's gaze shifted to where Kyungho and Woongi were huddled together, his eyes widened in realization. He nudged Steven with his elbow, whispering, "Do you think... are they doing what I think they're doing?" Steven, startled by the sudden interruption, tried to shush JL, his eyes darting nervously around the room.
"Keep it down, JL," he murmured, his voice low but firm. "They're just close." But even as he said it, Steven couldn't help but steal another glance at the pair. He could see the way Kyungho's hand was cupping Woongi's face, the softness in his eyes as he looked at Woongi. And he could see the way Woongi was looking back, his expression a mix of surprise and affection.
Despite the dim light, Steven could sense the electricity between them, and it sparked something within him. Almost as if it were a contagion, he felt a sudden warmth in his own chest, a fluttering in his stomach that he hadn't experienced in a long time. He looked away quickly, his eyes catching JL's in the process. JL's gaze was fixed on Woongi and Kyungho, and Steven saw the same unspoken tension reflected in his friends' eyes.
Steven's breath hitched as he tried to suppress a whimper, his cheeks flushing with a mix of embarrassment and arousal. He buried his face in the crook of his arm, trying to muffle the sounds escaping him. "I'm so sorry, JL," he whispered, his voice a low rasp. "Please don't look back, don't see me like this." The words were choked with tears, his body wracked with silent sobs.
JL's gaze followed Steven's, his eyes landing on the huddled figures of Kyungho and Woongi. The sight sent a wave of surprise coursing through him, and he let out a soft gasp, his eyes widening in realization.
JL, feeling Steven's body tense and the unmistakable poke of a growing boner against his back, suddenly realized the depth of the situation. His face flushed, and he quickly whispered, "Steven, are you okay?" His own breathing hitched as he felt the intimacy of their proximity, the warmth of Steven's body pressing against him. Steven, meanwhile, squirmed, trying to discreetly shift his position to alleviate the growing discomfort.
"I'm so sorry, JL," he whispered, his voice choked with embarrassment and arousal. "I didn't mean to... it's just so..." He trailed off, his eyes darting towards Kyungho and Woongi, where their intense intimacy was becoming increasingly difficult to ignore.
Suddenly, Steven's body convulsed, his voice getting more restrained. There was a wet patch in his silky pajama pants, and it was stained with precum.
JL, startled by Steven's sudden reaction, quickly turned to face him. "Steven? What's wrong?" he whispered, his voice laced with concern.
Steven squirmed, trying to hide the growing evidence of his arousal. "It's nothing," he whispered, his voice barely audible. "Just...just ignore me, JL. Please."
JL frowned, his gaze flicking between Steven and Kyungho and Woongi. He could see the tension in Steven's body, the way he was trying to discreetly shift his position. "Steven, are you sure you're okay?" he asked, his voice soft but persistent.
Upon hearing no response, JL moved his position to look back at Steven, who was heated and in a sobbing mess from pleasure. JL faltered, a wave of understanding washing over him as he saw Steven rubbing his boner against his back, seeking friction and release.
JL's eyes widened in shock, the reality of the situation hitting him like a freight train. "Steven," he whispered, his voice barely audible as he processed the sight before him. His heart pounded in his chest, and he felt a mix of concern and arousal coursing through his veins. He could feel Steven's heat through his clothes, could see the desperate need etched on his face. "Steven, what are you doing?" he asked, his voice a soft murmur, as if speaking any louder would shatter the delicate moment.
Kyungho could feel the hesitation growing from Woongi, but he caressed his arms and body gently, promising him with unspoken words that no penetration would be involved today. It was evident that his hole was still puckering from the previous sex engagement they had during the Second Annex. Kyungho’s touch was tender, reassuring, a silent promise that he understood Woongi's limits and respected them.
Woongi shivered under Kyungho's touch, his body tense with a mix of excitement and apprehension. "Hyung...," he whispered, his voice barely audible, his eyes searching Kyungho's for reassurance. "I... I don't think I can."
Kyungho nodded, his thumb brushing against Woongi's cheek in a gentle caress. "We won't do anything you're not comfortable with," he whispered, his voice barely audible. But as he spoke, his eyes darkened, the desire within him growing stronger. He couldn't help it—he wanted Woongi, all of him, and he knew that Woongi wanted him too. He leaned in, his breath hot against Woongi's lips, his heart pounding in his chest like a drum.
And then, he kissed him.
It was a deep kiss, a kiss that demanded a response, a kiss that left no room for doubt or hesitation. Kyungho's lips pressed firmly against Woongi's, his tongue sliding between them, seeking, tasting, exploring. Woongi gasped, his eyes widening in surprise, but he didn't pull away.
Instead, he let out a soft sigh, his body relaxing against Kyungho's. "Hyung..." he whispered, his voice a hoarse plea.
Kyungho whispered to Woongi and said in a caring and raspy voice, "Woongi~ Ah… Don’t worry. I could feel your body shaking but I swear you will feel better soon. I promise I won’t do anything that will hurt you. So please trust me fully and surrender to me so I could fully make you feel the pleasure that you always wanted."
His words were a soothing balm, designed to calm Woongi's fears and insecurities. As he spoke, he could feel Woongi's breath slowing, his body relaxing further into his embrace. He knew that Woongi was struggling with the intimacy of the moment, with the reality of what they were about to do.
Kyungho could feel the tension in Woongi's body, the way he held his breath as if preparing for a punch. He knew he had to reassure him, to make him feel safe and secure.
"Woongi," Kyungho whispered, his voice gentle but firm. "Look at me." He waited until Woongi's eyes met his, his gaze filled with a mix of uncertainty and excitement. Kyungho smiled softly, his eyes reflecting his promise. "I promise you, Woongi. I will stop if you feel like you can't handle it anymore. I will stop if it's too much."
Woongi responded back with a slight exasperation, "Okay, hyung. I trust you. Promise me, hyung...
I promise,” Woongi whispered, his voice barely audible as he looked into Kyungho's eyes, trusting the unspoken promise within them. Kyungho's heart swelled with a mixture of relief and desire, his hand slowly sliding down Woongi's back, his fingers tracing the waistband of Woongi's pajama bottoms. His touch was gentle, almost tentative, as if inviting permission rather than demanding it.
Woongi's breath hitched slightly as he felt Kyungho's hand slip beneath the fabric, his skin tingling with a mix of anticipation and apprehension. He stiffened for a moment, his eyes widening as he realized what was happening, but Kyungho's gaze held him captive, his touch reassuring and gentle.
Kyungho caresed Woongi’s head to show his acceptance of his terms and pulled Woongi closer to give tender kisses. He whispered to Woongi again, "Woongi~! Ah, I wanna try something new… It might be shocking to you, but I swear it could be something that only we can do…"
Woongi's eyes searched Kyungho's, seeking reassurance in the depths of his gaze. "What do you mean, hyung?" he asked, his voice a soft whisper, barely audible over the gentle rustle of their clothes.
Kyungho smiled, his eyes filled with a mix of excitement and affection. "I want to explore you, Woongi," he murmured, his voice low and husky. "I want to touch every inch of your skin, taste every part of you.
But don’t worry, we don’t have to do everything at once," Kyungho whispered, his hands cupping Woongi's cheeks, his thumbs gently brushing away the tendrils of hair that clung to Woongi's flushed face. Woongi's eyes widened in surprise, a mix of curiosity and fear flickering in their depths. He was obviously new to this, his inexperience evident in the way he bit his lip, hesitating.
"Hyung," he whispered, his voice barely audible, "I don't know if I can handle it." Kyungho smiled reassuringly, lowering his hands to the waistband of Woongi's pajama bottoms.
His fingers hesitated briefly, as if seeking permission, before slipping inside, tracing the soft skin of Woongi's hips. Woongi gasped softly at the intimate touch, his eyes widening in shock and arousal. The studio seemed to fade away, leaving only the two of them, their breaths mingling in the cool night air. Kyungho's touch was gentle, almost reverent, as if he were exploring a sacred ground. His fingers traced the curve of Woongi's waist, his thumb brushing against the sensitive skin just above his pubic bone.
Woongi's breath hitched, his body tensing as he tried to process the sensation. He bit his lip, his eyes searching Kyungho's for reassurance. "Hyung," he whispered, his voice a soft plea.
He slipped his hand lower, his fingers tugging at the waistband of Woongi's pajama bottoms. Woongi's breath hitched, his eyes widening as he realized what Kyungho was doing.
Suddenly, Kyungho removed his own underwear, revealing his soft nine-inch cock leaking with slick and precum. The sight of it sent a shiver of anticipation and fear through Woongi. He stared at it, his heart pounding in his chest as he took in the sight of Kyungho's naked body. "Hyung..." he whispered, his voice barely audible.
A wave of courage swept over Woongi as he looked into Kyungho's eyes, the intensity of their connection unleashing a boldness he didn't know he possessed. He reached up, his fingers tracing the contours of Kyungho's chest, feeling the firm muscles beneath his touch.
He felt a sudden warmth in his chest, a warmth that spread through him like a wildfire, igniting every nerve ending in his body.
"Ah, Woongi-ah," Kyungho murmured, a soft smile playing on his lips. "It's a way for us to connect. I don’t know if you ever heard of this, but it’s called docking." He wrapped one hand around both of their cocks, aligning them together, the soft skin of his foreskin sliding against the smooth head of Woongi's cocklet. He began to stroke them both, his touch gentle but firm, his grip tightening as he picked up the pace.
Woongi gasped, his eyes widening in shock and pleasure. The sensation was intense, unlike anything he had ever experienced before.
Kyungho's cock slipped inside Woongi, a sudden and breath-taking intrusion that sent shivers of pleasure and pain coursing through him. Woongi gasped, his body tensing as he tried to process the sensation, a mix of discomfort and exhilaration washing over him in waves.
Kyungho froze, his eyes widening in surprise and concern. "Woongi, are you okay?" he whispered, his voice laced with worry. He knew this was a first for Woongi, knew that he was navigating uncharted territory. He didn't want to push him too far, didn't want to cause him any pain.
But as he looked into Woongi's eyes, he saw the raw desire burning within them, a desperation that matched his own. Their cocks became more entangled as Woongi started to grow in Kyungho’s foreskin, making them feel the warmth. It was a sensation unlike any other, a closeness that was both physical and emotional. Kyungho could feel every pulse of Woongi's cock, every quiver of his body, and it sent shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Woongi found pleasure in it, a pleasure that was both foreign and familiar. He wanted to stay connected forever, wanted to feel this closeness, this intimacy, for the rest of his life. He could feel Kyungho's heartbeat, could hear his breathing, could see the depth of emotion in his eyes.
As Kyungho's cock slipped deeper into him, Woongi's world shifted. The studio, the trainees, the noise and the chaos—all of it faded away, leaving only the two of them, their bodies entwined, their souls tangled. Woongi gasped, his eyes widening as he felt Kyungho's length fill him completely. He could feel every inch of him, could feel the weight of him, the heat of him. It was overwhelming, the sensation of being so full, of being so connected.
He whimpered, his body trembling as he struggled to adjust, to accommodate Kyungho's size. Kyungho, sensing Woongi's discomfort, stilled, his breathing ragged. "Are you okay?" Kyungho murmured, his voice ragged as he tried to control the sporadic rhythm of his strokes.
Woongi nodded, his breath coming in short gasps, his body trembling with the effort of moving in sync with Kyungho. "I'm trying," he panted, his hands clutching at Kyungho's shoulders, his nails digging into the firm muscle. "Just... just give me a second."
Kyungho's grip tightened, his movements becoming more erratic as he struggled to maintain control. "Woongi, slow down," he grunted, his body tensing as he fought the urge to speed up. "We don't want to hurt each other."
Woongi whimpered, his body shaking as he tried to match Kyungho's pace.
Their cockheads were glistening with precum and slick, and their cocks were achingly hard and throbbing that their cockheads were revealed. The sensation was intense, almost overwhelming, as they moved together, their bodies slick with sweat and desire.
Kyungho grunted, his grip on Woongi tightening as he fought to maintain control. He could feel Woongi's cock pulsing inside him, could feel the heat of him, the pressure of him. It was too much, too intense, but he didn't want to stop. He wanted to feel this, wanted to feel every inch of Woongi, every quiver of his body.
He knew they were playing with fire, knew that someone could walk in at any moment. But he didn't care. The risk was thrilling, the danger exhilarating.
Both of their cocks were standing proudly, their glistening tips leaking precum. Kyungho looked down, his breath catching in his throat as he realized that they couldn't envelop each other any more. He bit his lip, his mind racing as he tried to come up with a solution.
"Woongi, have you ever heard of frottage?" he whispered, his voice husky with desire. Woongi's eyes widened in surprise, his breath hitching as he felt Kyungho's cock slip out of his grasp. He looked down, his cheeks flushing with embarrassment and arousal.
"What's that?" he asked, his voice barely audible. Kyungho smiled, his fingers tracing the curve of Woongi's jaw. "It's a form of masturbation," he explained, his voice low and husky.
"It involves the penis being rubbed against another body part or surface for sexual pleasure." Kyungho shifted his position slightly, his hips moving against Woongi's, their cocks rubbing together. "Like this," he murmured, demonstrating the motion.
Woongi gasped, his eyes widening in surprise and pleasure. The sensation was intense, a friction that sent shivers of ecstasy coursing through him. He bit his lip, his hands gripping Kyungho's shoulders tighter as he tried to match his rhythm. "Ah, hyung... it feels so good," he whispered, his voice a low moan.
Kyungho grunted in agreement, his hips moving faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the quiet of the studio. He could feel Woongi's cock, hard and leaking, sliding against his own, the sensation driving him wild with desire.
Kyungho began to move his hand faster, his grip tightening as he rubbed both of their cocks in a frantic rhythm, their bodies aching and throbbing with the need for release. But as he felt Woongi's cock pulsing in his hand, he knew that he didn't want this to be over so soon. He wanted more, wanted everything. He wanted to feel every inch of Woongi, wanted to be as close to him as possible.
"Woongi," he whispered, his voice hoarse with desire. "I need more. I need you closer."
Woongi gasped, his body tensing as he felt Kyungho's hand slowing, the pressure easing. "What? Why?" he asked, his voice a desperate plea. He could feel his orgasm building, could feel his body trembling with the effort of holding it back.
He wanted this to last, wanted to feel Woongi's pleasure as well as his own. Woongi's hands explored Kyungho's chest, feeling his muscles tense and quiver beneath his touch. Kyungho's breath hitched, a soft moan escaping his lips as he felt Woongi's fingers trace the contours of his chest, his thumb brushing against his nipple.
"Woongi," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "You feel so good."
Woongi's fingers trailed lower, his touch light and tentative as he explored the hard planes of Kyungho's body. He could feel the heat of him, the warmth of his skin, the firmness of his muscles.
Kyungho's cock rubbed against his thighs, the head of it nudging against his sensitive pucker, driving him to the brink of madness. Woongi moaned, a desperate, needy sound that echoed in the quiet of the studio.
The sensation was overwhelming, a mixture of pleasure and pain that sent shivers down his spine. "Hyung... I can't... it's too much," he gasped, his body trembling as Kyungho's cock continued to rub against him, the friction almost unbearable. Kyungho grunted, his body tensing as he felt Woongi's desperation. "I know, Woongi," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "I know it's too much.
But I'm close, Woongi," Kyungho gasped, his voice ragged with desire as he felt the heat of his orgasm building. He started rubbing Woongi's cock vigorously, his fingers slick with sweat and precum. His friction increased as he rubbed his monster cock between Woongi's thighs, the sensation of their skin sliding against each other sending shivers of pleasure down his spine.
Woongi moaned, his body tensing as he felt the increased pressure between his legs. He could feel Kyungho's monster cockhead nudging against his pucker, the friction almost unbearable. "Hyung... I-I can't..." he stammered, his breath coming in short gasps, his body on the edge of release.
"Ah... Woongi-ah... I love you so much..." Kyungho exclaimed, his voice a ragged moan as he felt the flames of pleasure licking at his skin. His hips moved faster, his cock rubbing against Woongi's thighs, the friction almost unbearable. He could feel the heat building, the pressure mounting, his body aching for release. But he didn't want to go over the edge without Woongi. He wanted to feel Woongi's pleasure, wanted to hear his moans, wanted to see his face contorted with ecstasy.
Woongi's nails dug into Kyungho's broad shoulders, his body writhing as he tried to ease the burn of friction.
"Ah, hyung... I-I can't... it's too much," he gasped, his breath coming in ragged pants. But Kyungho was relentless, his hips moving with a fierceness that matched the intensity in his eyes. "Same here, Woongi," he groaned, his voice raw with emotion and desire. "I love you so much."
Those words, so simple and so profound, sent a jolt through Woongi. Tears welled up in his eyes, not from pain, but from the overwhelming pleasure and love he felt. The reconciliation they had worked so hard for, the risk they were taking right now—it was all worth it. He could feel Kyungho's love in every touch, in every caress, and it was more intoxicating than any pleasure he had ever known.
His own body was aching with the need for release, his cock throbbing with a desperation that matched the intensity in Kyungho's eyes. Their cocks were rubbing against each other in a frantic rhythm, the sound of their skin slapping together echoing in the quiet of the studio. Woongi could feel Kyungho's monster cockhead nudging against his pucker, the friction almost unbearable. But he didn't want it to stop. He wanted this, wanted Kyungho, wanted everything that came with him.
"Hyung..." he whispered, his voice a desperate plea. "Don't stop... Don't ever stop."
Kyungho grunted in response, his hips moving faster, the sound of their skin slapping together filling the studio.
Woongi could feel his orgasm building, his body tensing as he tried to hold it back. But Kyungho, reading his signs, knew what he needed. "Let go, Woongi," he whispered, his voice ragged with desire. "Let go with me."
Woongi's body tensed for a moment, his breath catching in his throat. Then, with a cry, he came. His cock jerked violently, his hot cum spurting out and mixing with Kyungho's on their stomachs. The sensation of their release sent shivers down their spines, their bodies convulsing with the force of their orgasms. Kyungho, feeling Woongi's hot cum on his own skin, groaned and came as well, his cock pulsing as he released his load.
Their bodies were slick with sweat and cum, their stomachs and thighs tainted with bodily fluids—a testament to the raw, passionate encounter they had just shared. Despite the mess, their love remained, stronger than ever. Woongi turned his head to look into Kyungho's eyes, his expression soft and adoring. "Hyung," he whispered, his voice filled with emotion. "I love you." Kyungho smiled, his eyes filled with tenderness as he looked back at Woongi. "I love you too, Woongi," he replied, his voice a low murmur. He reached out, his fingers gently tracing the curve of Woongi's cheek, his touch filled with reverence. "I love you more than anything in this world." Woongi's eyes welled up with tears, his body shaking with the force of his emotions.
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Steven lay on the floor, his eyes fixed on the entangled figures of Kyungho and Woongi. Their bodies moved in sync, a dance of desire and need that set Steven's body ablaze. His cock hardened instantly, pressing painfully against JL's back. He didn't bother to hide his arousal, his breaths coming in short gasps as he watched the scene unfold before him.
" Yah… Steven, really. What are you doing right now," JL teased him knowingly that Steven has a one-sided crush on him. Steven's face flushed with embarrassment, tears welling up in his eyes as he tried to look away. But JL's voice drew him back, his gaze fixed on the entangled figures.
"Steven, what is it?," JL murmured in a lwo voice. Steven hesitated, his body tensing as he tried to gather his thoughts. Then, in a rush of words, he spoke. "I'm really sorry, hyung. It's just that... once I trained and joined for this competition, I never got to pleasure myself. Hearing that kind of noise for the first time and also with you, as my crush, by my side, made me think of all kinds of things."
There was a pause, a brief moment of silence as JL processed Steven's words. He could feel the heat of Steven's breath on his back, could hear the desperation in his voice. He turned to look at him, his eyes softening with understanding. "Steven, I didn't realize..." he began, his voice gentle as he reached out to cup Steven's cheek.
"I'm sorry, Steven," he whispered, his voice a soft murmur. "I didn't realize... I didn't know you were going through this."
Steven's eyes widened in surprise, his body tensing as he tried to process JL's words. He had expected many things—teasing, laughter, maybe even anger. But not this. Not understanding. Not kindness.
JL gave a small chuckle, his lips curling into a soft smile as he looked into Steven's eyes. He was shocked, truly shocked, by the purity and adorableness he saw in them despite Steven's stoic aura and large build. He had always found Steven intimidating, his broad shoulders and quiet demeanor giving him an air of untouchability. But as they talked more, as they shared more moments together, he started to see the real Steven—the pure, innocent heart hidden beneath the stern exterior.
"Steven, I never knew you felt this way," LJ said softly, his hand still cupping Steven's cheek. He could feel the warmth of Steven's skin, could see the vulnerability in his eyes. He had always known Steven had feelings for him, but he had never realized the depth of them, had never known the extent of his struggle. "It's okay, Steven," he murmured, his voice gentle as he looked into his eyes. "Don't cry. I'll help you."
Gently, he caressed Steven's cheeks, then slowly lowered his hands to his silk pajama pants. Steven watched, his breath hitching as JL undid the drawstring and slid the pants down his legs. JL kicked off his own pants, turning to the side to give Steven better access. Steven's eyes widened at the sight of JL's toned thighs, his heart pounding in his chest as he realized what was about to happen.
"Jagiya...," he whispered, his voice filled with a mix of excitement and uncertainty. JL smiled reassuringly, his eyes soft with understanding. "It's okay, Steven," he said, his voice barely audible as he looked into his eyes.
Steven's eyes met JL's, and he felt a spark of determination ignite within him. He reached up, his large hands cupping JL's ass cheeks, and gave them a gentle slap.
"Yah... what are you doing, hyung?" JL responded playfully, pinching Steven's cheek in return. "I'm sorry, jagiya~~, I got too excited," Steven admitted, a sheepish grin spreading across his face. JL laughed, his eyes softening with understanding.
"It's okay, Steven hyung. Just make sure you insert the tip. We don't have any lubricant right now," JL whispered.
Steven nodded, his heart pounding in his chest as he looked down at JL's body. He had never done this before, never even imagined himself in such a situation.
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