The practice room was a symphony of sweat and synchronization, the ATE members of Stray Kids moving in harmony like a well-oiled machine. The air was alive with the loud music from the speakers and the squeak of shoes on the hardwood floor, each beat pulsating through their veins as they poured their hearts into perfecting the choreography.
Like a canvas come to life, the mirrored walls reflected back a kaleidoscope of movements, capturing every nuance and expression. Minho's eyes guided the rhythm, his gaze sweeping across the room to ensure each member was in sync.
As the music pulsed through the rehearsal room, Minho's sweat-drenched form seemed to take on a life of its own. His white t-shirt clung to his torso like a second skin, accentuating every ripple and curve of his muscles. Jisung's gaze was drawn inexorably to this vision, his eyes drinking in the sight of Minho's chiseled physique glistening with moisture. The air seemed to vibrate with tension as their eyes met, held for a fleeting moment before breaking away.
Like a magnet, Jisung's gaze was drawn back to Minho again and again, mesmerized by the sight of his lover's body moving in perfect sync with the music. He knew Minho could feel his eyes on him, but that didn't cause him to falter his gaze from his hyung for a moment.
As the music faded away, the members collapsed against the wall, their bodies limp and exhausted. Jisung's chest heaved with ragged breaths, his eyes burning with a fire that had nothing to do with physical exertion. The other members moved about in a daze, grabbing water bottles and towels to cool off. But Jisung remained rooted in place, his mind replaying every moment from earlier - the flow of Minho's body with each beat, a knowing smirk plastered on his lips as he caught Jisung watching him.
"That's enough for today," Chan announced, his voice still breathless as he stood up, pulling Jeongin–who was sprawled on the floor–up and practically dragging the younger along with him. One by one, they rose from their slumped positions against the wall, shouldering their bags and backpacks as they filed out of the practice room.
The door creaked open and shut with each departure, releasing a faint echo of tired sighs and murmurs into the hallway. The once-lively space was now empty except for Minho and Jisung, "Come on, Sungie. Let's get going," said Minho, offering his hand to Jisung, which he accepted gratefully.
Jisung's footsteps mirrored Minho's, their bodies moving in tandem as they navigated the dimly lit hallway. But beneath the surface, a storm raged on–his thoughts consumed Minho, the sweat-drenched sight of him clung to Jisung like a shroud, refusing to be shaken off. Jisung's mind was a battlefield, his emotions waging war against reason and restraint. His heart pounded in time with his steps, threatening to burst forth at any moment.
By the time they reached their shared space, Jisung was a wreck. His breathing came in ragged gasps, each inhale and exhale a testament to his inner struggle. A rosy flush painted his cheeks like a sunset over an ocean of chaos as he leaned against the doorframe for support. But perhaps most telling was the prominent bulge straining against his pants–a physical manifestation of the war raging within him.
Minho smiled knowingly, his eyes crinkling at the corners as he reached out to Jisung, "What's wrong, Sungie?" He leaned forward and whispered in Jisung's ear.
Jisung's eyes fluttered closed as Minho's warm breath danced across his ear, sending shivers down his spine. His knees buckled under the weight of his own desires, "Hyung," Jisung whimpered, the sound barely audible over the pounding of his own heart, "Don't tease me."
Minho chuckled, wrapping an arm around Jisung's waist and pulled him close. "Oh, Sungie," Minho breathed against Jisung's ear. "You're so adorable when you're all worked up." he teased again, guiding Jisung towards their shared bedroom.
