Seoulstruck (Stray Kids, 18+)

Chapter 4: No Peeking

Jeongin always had a difficult time sleeping alone. It wasn't that he couldn't, but especially since he'd moved to a private dorm room, it was lonely by himself. He was such a regular, welcome visitor of Hyunjin's, the idol had given him a key, and Jeongin had let himself in on occasions like this, the model shuffling in his pajamas down the hallway and into the older man's dorm room. Hyunjin would often wake next to Jeongin snuggled into him.

The young model entered the pitch black dorm, quietly, not wanting to stir the idol if he was passed out. He removed his slippers, slowly finding his way toward the bedroom as his eyes adjusted to the darkness. However, as he slowly cracked the door to the man's bedroom, he heard something strange coming from the other side, peering curiously through the small crack in the doorway. His heart dropped to his stomach upon seeing his favorite hyung being bound and ravaged by Chan, their movements visceral, almost violent.

As Hyunjin rode Chan reverse cowboy, he looked up to meet the younger man's gaze, a shared look of horror on both their faces.

But... Hyunjin didn't stop. Didn't look away. He kept... riding.

Chan gripped both of the idol's hips, pushing down encouragingly, Hyunjin holding the younger man's gaze as he moaned even louder. Jeongin couldn't bring himself to run, his heart beating so hard his ears and cheeks burned. He'd never seen anything quite like it, before. He knew about sex, but between men? Hyunjin was so beautiful, he'd always felt some form of attraction to him, but he'd never imagined someone could have him in this way, before. Jeongin's shock turned into a strange arousal, watching as his most beloved hyung was being used for pleasure. Hyunjin's body looked even better without clothes on, he thought, committing the whines escaping the man's plush lips to memory.

Chan moved suddenly to throw Hyunjin down onto the bed, face down, ass up, and Jeongin snapped back to his senses, doing his best to sneak back out of the dorm without the producer noticing. He bolted down the hallway back to his own dorm, leaning against the door once he locked it shut, catching his breath and trying to comprehend what had just happened. Am I dreaming, he wondered, pinching himself. No. He'd really witnessed Hwang Hyunjin in bed with his producer. Jeongin felt a pang of something he wasn't sure he had a right to feel. Jealousy? He shook his head, walking back to his bedroom to hide away until he drifted to slumber.

The next morning, Jeongin's eyes fluttered open, the same anxious gut feeling he'd felt from the night before ever present. He checked his phone, looking for messages, none coming from either Hyunjin or Chan. He sighed, his thumb hovering over Hyunjin's name. He shot the man a text, butterflies swirling in his stomach.

Hyung, can we meet, later today? I have to talk to you.