Group: A.C.E.
Ship: Wowkwan
Top: Wow
Bottom: Byeongkwan
Story:
The dim glow of the studio lights cast long shadows across the practice room floor, where WoW and Byeongkwan moved in sync with the pulsing beat of their latest track. Sweat glistened on their skin after hours of relentless choreography, the air thick with the scent of exertion and unspoken tension. WoW, with his sharp jawline and commanding presence, led the group effortlessly, his eyes occasionally flicking toward Byeongkwan, the one who always seemed to falter just a little when their gazes met.
Byeongkwan wiped his forehead with the back of his hand, his chest heaving as the music cut off. He was smaller, softer in build, with wide eyes that betrayed every flicker of emotion. Lately, those eyes had been lingering on WoW longer than necessary, tracing the way his muscles flexed under his fitted tank top. It started innocently enough: a brush of hands during formations, a shared laugh over a missed step. But tonight, with the rest of the members heading out for dinner, leaving them alone to 'polish' a tricky routine, the air felt heavier.
'You're off tonight,' WoW said, his voice low and steady as he approached, tossing a water bottle Byeongkwan's way. He caught it with a fumble, cheeks flushing under the scrutiny. WoW stood close... too close the heat from his body radiating like a challenge.
'Sorry, hyung. Just tired, I guess.' Byeongkwan twisted the cap open, taking a sip to avoid those piercing eyes. But WoW didn't back off; instead, he reached out, his fingers grazing Byeongkwan's wrist to steady the bottle.
'Tired? Or distracted?' WoW's thumb lingered, pressing lightly against the pulse point. Byeongkwan's breath hitched, the simple touch sending a spark up his arm. They'd been roommates for months now, sharing a cramped dorm room with bunks that creaked under the slightest movement. Nights when WoW showered late, steam seeping under the door, or when Byeongkwan pretended to sleep through the sounds of his hyung undressing those moments had woven a web of quiet longing.
'I... maybe both.' Byeongkwan set the bottle down, his voice barely above a whisper. The mirrors around them reflected their forms endlessly, amplifying the intimacy of the empty space.
WoW's lips curved into a smirk, not mocking, but knowing. He stepped closer still, until their chests nearly touched. 'You've been watching me. During breaks, in the van, even back at the dorm. What is it you want, Byeongkwan?'
The directness made Byeongkwan's stomach twist with nerves and heat. He swallowed, glancing up through his lashes. 'You know what.'
WoW's hand moved to Byeongkwan's jaw, tilting his face up firmly. Their breaths mingled, the room silent except for the distant hum of the AC. 'Say it.'
'Hyung...' Byeongkwan hesitated, but the command in WoW's tone pulled the words free. 'I want you. Have for weeks.'
That admission hung between them like a spark to dry tinder. WoW closed the gap, his mouth claiming Byeongkwan's in a kiss that started slow lips brushing, testing but quickly deepened. His tongue swept in, demanding, while his free hand gripped Byeongkwan's hip, fingers digging into the fabric of his sweatpants. Byeongkwan melted against him, hands fisting in WoW's shirt, tasting salt and desire.
They broke apart only when oxygen demanded it, foreheads pressed together. WoW's eyes were dark, pupils blown wide. 'Not here. Dorm. Now.'
The walk back was torture. A tense cab ride where WoW's thigh pressed against Byeongkwan's, his hand resting possessively on his knee, thumb stroking in lazy circles that made Byeongkwan squirm. In the elevator, alone at last, WoW pinned him against the wall, kissing him again, harder this time, teeth nipping at his lower lip until it swelled.
