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The industry was brutal.
Idols weren't allowed to date nor be seen "too" close with the other gender.
And being gay was overlooked and if discovered even canceled.
Seonghwa never had to worry about anything of all that.
Until recently.
Well, actually...
Until almost two years ago.
Seonghwa had never been this stressed before when it first happened.
They had just gotten a new choreography to their latest song.
A choreography full of passion, slow and quick motions.
But the song was about love.
About passion and hurt at the same time.
He just didn't feel what the lyrics tried to convey.
And thus, he struggled to get the steps right, singing simultaneously had been even harder.
He never had a hard time learning anything new.
Every performance had been perfectly executed while singing and he had been proud of that.
So to think that the newest steps just didn't work got him stressed, angry even.
He tried to work it out on his own. But his worries kept eating him up.
So, he went to the only person who he knew struggled the same way he did.
It had happened in a rush back then.
They had both been strained from work, frustrated that nothing seemed to go as planned.
So, when they both sat inside the slightly younger man's studio to talk, the air shifted.
They couldn't even comprehend how fast it happened when they found themselves in another unusual and new situation.
Lips crashed into one another as heated hands roamed their bodies up and down.
Recently worn clothes formed a small pile on the floor next to the soft and cozy sofa.
Hips grinding together as sweat slick skin glided against sweat slick skin.
Heated gazes were exchanged as Seonghwa got flipped over on the little sofa in the studio as Hongjoong lined himself up, pressing his pulsing tip into the other's clenching rim.
Hair was pulled and the fabric of the sofa was almost torn apart from strong grips as they both came embarrassingly fast.
They didn't know how or why but they had ended up fucking.
It could've been a one-time-thing.
It should've been a one-time-thing.
But in the next years, he perfected the dance he once wasn't able to find the right way to perform.
He was forced back into the present when his head harshly bumped into his headboard.
He winced, pain darting through his already thrumming head while his hands tried to steady him against the piece of wood attached to his bed frame.
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