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[hwatron]

~𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔~

✰𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒊𝒏✰ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕 ✰ 𝑨𝑶3 ✰

𝑹𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒈 ~ 18+

𝑾𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕 ~ 3,310

𝑺𝒖𝒎𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒚

Seokjin took a moment to absorb the atmosphere, feeling the beat of his heart rising in his ears as he looked out at the crowd.

"Let's do this," he said, his voice cutting through the tension. The first chords echoed through the venue, signaling the beginning of their set. The crowd, initially chatting and laughing, gradually hushed as the music enveloped them. Seokjin picked at the strings of his guitar slung around his torso, leaning to speak into the mic.

"My name is Jin and we're Echlipse, please enjoy the show!"

~ Lyricist Jin and artist Namjoon who thinks he has found god himself in this shitty bar tonight.

𝑷 1 ~ 𝑻𝒐 𝒃𝒆 𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒏𝒖𝒆𝒅 ~

The small radio in the corner of the room softly played as bodies shuffled around each other in the small space trying to pull on a pair of too-tight jeans or tapping a midnight shade to their lids. Wide shoulders hunched over the tiny table shoved in the corner of the heavily mildewy-scented glorified coat closet the bar called a dressing room, the main vocalist pulled his eye bags down with a gentle touch to line his bottom waterline with his black pencil eyeliner.

The less glamorous setup would have disappointed other artists, yet the group was grateful even to have the chance to perform.  After the pencil had served its purpose it was dropped back into the pale pink makeup bag it called home. Knobby fingers rummaged around in the bag to retrieve the finishing touch, plush pink lips being layered with a swipe of strawberry chapstick.

The cracked mirror leaning against the white cement brick wall reflected his face to him, locking eyes with the version of himself he longed to encapsulate Seokjin sighed softly, he could see the passion hiding behind his dark brown eyes or perhaps that was just the eyeliner. A wide-eyed Jungkook broke his concentration by shuffling up behind him and resting his chin on his shoulder with a quirk of his pierced lips, piercings of which Seokjin had begrudgingly accepted how they decorated his brother's face.

"Feeling nervous? This is the first time they're paying us to perform!" Seokjin lovingly knocked his head against Jungkooks as he locked eyes with his little brother in the mirror.

"When have I ever been nervous Kookie...Come on you know me better than that." Jin turned to shoot the boy a cheeky grin, nudging him lightly in the side. 

Jungkook chuckled, playfully shoving Seokjin's arm away. "I guess you're right. You've been doing this long enough to make it look effortless." 

A loud shocked laugh snapped out of Seokjin's lips as his eyes widened "I'd hardly call my years singing for Hoseok and I's shitty garage band makes me an expert in performing!" Jungkook smirked, his playful expression morphing into a mischievous grin. "Well, you've come a long way from the garage! Now we've upgraded to glorified coat closets, and need I remind you again...we are getting paid!" 

Seokjin chuckled softly, shaking his head lightly at the eighteen-year-old with a fond smile before getting distracted by the glimpse of Jimin hopping around on one leg trying to pull on a pair of too-tight leather pants. "Jimin, are you sure those pants aren't a size too small?" he teased, his eyes sparkling with amusement.

Jimin shot him a playful glare, ignoring the giggles from his bandmates as he attempted to wrestle the pants into submission. "It's the style Jin! I know they fit it's just the leather isn't cooperating!" Jimin cried out with a whine as his battle continued, finding a spot against the wall to lean which gave him enough leverage to finally pop the garment on.

"Just make sure you're fully dressed once we get on stage, yeah Jiminie?" Hoseok piped up from the floor where he was tying up his beat-up red Converse.

Jimin rolled his eyes as he buttoned and zipped the pants "Are you still wearing those ratty things?".

Hoseok gasped at the question, picking up the shoe he'd yet to slip on and slapping it against Jimin's leg, "These shoes are lucky, you brat!"

"They're practically falling apart Hobi! there's probably a hole in the heels!" Jimin slapped away the attack, shuffling away from Hoseok to hide against Jin's un-jungkook-occupied shoulder.

The bickering pulled a laugh out of Jungkook who'd begun tapping his fingers against Seokjin's arms as if he were his drum set out of boredom. Seokjin smiled fondly at his bandmates, gently patting Jimin's hand clinging to his bare bicep while he allowed Jungkook to use him for entertainment. "It's no use, Hobi's probably going to be buried in those shoes. You'll have to literally pry them from his cold dead hands."  Jimin huffed, pressing his cheek against Seokjin's shoulder with a pout, "Everyone's gonna think we're a broke-ass band because of our shitty outfits." 

"Shitty?!? I'll have you know this black tank top cost me five dollars." Jin pulled at the fabric for emphasis, a pleased grin spreading on his face. "Didn't it come in a pack of ten?" Jungkook mumbled softly over his brother's shoulder. 

"fashionable and affordable." Seokjin hummed happily. 

"I'll have you know I have a carefully curated aesthetic, of which these shoes are a main attribute!" Hoseok chimed back in while waving his busted ink-covered shoe around.

"You'll have to update your 'aesthetic' eventually." Jimin pulled away from the safety of the two Kims and shuffled closer to Hoseok once more to pull his boots on. Hoseok dramatically clutched his heart, feigning offense. "You guys just don't understand the sentimental value. These shoes have been with me through thick and thin, and I won't abandon them now."

"Honestly, Hobi, if those shoes could talk, they'd probably beg for retirement!" Jimin cried out all while Seokjin stood to collect the last few things they'd need for their performance.

Hoseok raised an eyebrow, a theatrical expression of disbelief on his face. "Retirement? These shoes are timeless classics, Jiminie. They're practically legendary in the world of fashion!"

Jungkook, still drumming his fingers on Seokjin's arms, chimed in with a grin, "Legendary for smelling like old socks, maybe."

"Alright, Alright that's enough. It's almost our set time." Seokjin clapped his hands together to gather the attention of the group, motioning for them to pile over into a group huddle. "We've been working for this for a long time...I'm so proud of all of you so let's give it our all but just remember to have fun guys, alright?".

They truly had been working for this small first step for a while. The journey to this point had been a culmination of years of dedication and passion. Seokjin's love for music had evolved from a small hobby into late-night sessions, teaching himself the guitar.

Every hard-earned penny from chores and birthdays had been pooled to acquire his cherished pearl-white electric guitar, a faithful companion still in use today. Days and nights were spent pouring raw emotions and thoughts onto paper, crafting them into songs that would become the heartbeat of their performance. while he began his musical journey alone. Seokjin's dedication had inspired his younger brother, who, with unwavering determination, sought to tread the same path. Jungkook stood by Seokjin's side much to the disapproval of their parents who saw the hobby as a waste of time that had already distracted their oldest son enough from his intended future of inheriting the family company.

After Jungkook came Hoseok, Seokjin's main confidant and only friend through high school. The trio spent hours practicing in Hoseok's garage next to his dad's rusted-out 88' impala. With the final addition of Jimin through Hoseok's dance troop in college the group had been complete and now had blended their love of music and their friendship through hard work to finally land a gig after exclusively playing for free at any stage that would have them. As he finished his reminiscing Seokjin turned his attention back to his friends who had been by his side to support his art. 

"They're gonna love us." Jungkook piped up proudly, looking between the three men with a toothy grin, earning a nod of agreement from both Jimin and Hoseok. Seokjin beamed at the group, breaking away from the huddle with a nod of his own. Stepping around their various bags and thrown around clothes he pushed the door of the room open, holding the door for the boys as they shuffled out.

The stage manager looked up from his clipboard as the group approached, his eyes narrowing in an assessing gaze. The group moved down the hall to the employee's only door where the small bar's stage manager was standing with a clipboard in his hands. He glanced over their eclectic outfits and well-worn instruments, seemingly unimpressed.

"You guys are up next. It's a packed house tonight, so make it good," he barked, gesturing towards the small lifted stage in the corner of the college bar. The group exchanged quick nods and a collective deep breath before following the stage manager.

The band was led down another hall that led to the stage, the manager checking off a few things while each boy stepped onstage where their instruments awaited them. Seokjin fet at east on the dimly lit stage, bathed in hues of red and blue from the strategically placed spotlights, stepping over the various wires on the ground he found his spot at the mic stand front and center.    

Seokjin took a moment to absorb the atmosphere, feeling the beat of his heart rising in his ears as he looked out at the crowd of rowdy college kids littering the dance floor in front of the stage as well as the many stools at the bar. The other band members fidgeted with their instruments, adjusting straps and tuning strings. They were ready for this, ready to showcase the culmination of their passion and hard work. 

Seokjin took a deep breath, the electrified air of the stage filling his lungs. He could feel the hum of the instruments and the distant chatter of the crowd. The room seemed to pulse with anticipation. Seokjin looked back at his bandmates, a reassuring smile on his face.

"Let's do this," he said, his voice cutting through the tension. The first chords echoed through the venue, signaling the beginning of their set. The crowd, initially chatting and laughing, gradually hushed as the music enveloped them. Seokjin picked at the strings of his guitar slung around his torso, leaning to speak into the mic. 

"My name is Jin and we're Echlipse, please enjoy the show!"

The first notes resonated through the venue, filling the room with the raw energy of their music. Seokjin's voice soared above the instruments, pouring out lyrics that echoed the emotions etched into the songs. The drunken crowd responded with enthusiasm, people dragging their friends out to the stage floor to dance and twirl around as Seokjin's silver voice filtered through the air.

Jungkook's drumming reverberated through the venue, driving the rhythm forward, while Hoseok's bass added a pulsating heartbeat to the performance. Jimin's fingers flew across the keyboard in front of him, the rings on his fingers glinting in the stage light. The initial hush of the crowd gave way to an energetic wave of movement and sound. College kids, caught in the infectious beats, surrendered to the music. The dance floor became a lively sea of bodies swaying and jumping to the rhythm.

Seokjin's guitar playing became an extension of his emotions, each strum conveying a piece of the passion and dedication that had brought them to this stage. His voice resonated with clarity, reaching every corner of the venue, as he sang lyrics that spoke of life's highs and lows. Seokjin poured his very soul into each lyric he wrote, stripping himself bare on the page as he used the stage as his outlet. Staring out at the crowd with stars in his eyes Seokjin threw himself into the music, the feelings of eyes burning into him as he dominated their attention filled him with euphoria, pointing out at the crowd with a stunning smile gracing his lips. 

The crowd was enraptured by the man and his stage presence. That much was obvious. Two figures at the back of the bar, leaning against the counter with drinks in hand had been chatting quietly with one another before the taller of the two had his attention torn away by the man on stage. Namjoon had an appreciation for many things in this life. He found beauty in the mundane, finding muse at every turn.

Yet this was different.

As Namjoon watched Seokjin and Echlipse perform, he felt a connection to the raw emotion pouring out from the stage, something he felt he could relate to in his poetry. The music resonated with him, and he found himself captivated by Seokjin's presence. The way Seokjin bared his soul on stage sent shivers down Namjoon's skin, the look of pure ecstasy the man had as he performed was breathtaking.

As the final song played Seokjin's silver voice cut through the air one last time, carrying with it a resonance that struck a chord within Namjoon. Namjoon's eyes were fixed on Seokjin, observing the way he commanded the stage with both grace and intensity.

The guitarist's fingers danced across the strings, and his voice echoed with a profound sincerity, a shared human experience conveyed through Seokjin's heartfelt delivery. As Seokjin pointed out to the crowd with a radiant smile, Namjoon couldn't help but feel a surge of inspiration. It wasn't just about the music; it was about the connection forged between the artist and the audience. Seokjin could create an intimate atmosphere in a crowded room, inviting everyone to share in the emotional journey of the songs.

When Echlipse's set reached its climax, and Seokjin took his final bow, the room erupted in applause. Namjoon joined in, clapping enthusiastically, his eyes still fixed on the stage. There was a newfound appreciation in his gaze, a recognition of the power of artistic expression that transcended mediums.

The applause echoed through the venue, and Seokjin's bandmates joined him in taking their bows, acknowledging the appreciation of the audience. The room buzzed with energy, the aftermath of a performance that had left an indelible mark on the crowd.

Seokjin, still caught in the euphoria of the moment, exchanged proud and exhilarated glances with Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin. Seokjin, breathless but exhilarated, took a moment to soak in the scene. Stepping forward to the mic one last time, Seokjin addressed the crowd, "Thank you all so much for being an amazing audience tonight! We're Echlipse, and we hope you enjoyed the show as much as we did performing for you. Goodnight!"

As the band shuffled off stage Namjoon was left staring at the gaping hole Jin's absence left. Yoongi reached out to gently nudge the man's shoulder with a knowing smirk. "You look like you've seen god himself Joon."

"I think I just might've... there's no other way a man like that could exist." Namjoon mumbled with a baffled expression, turning his attention back to Yoongi as the man broke out in a laugh. 

"You're hopeless, I've never seen you so awestruck over a pretty face." Yoongi hummed while taking a sip from his drink, glancing out at the slowly dispering crowd. Namjoon ran a hand through his hair, still somewhat in awe. "It's just... I've never seen someone perform like that. It's like he poured his entire soul into those songs." 

"Well maybe if you hang around long enough you can try and talk with him." Yoongi once again supportively patted his friend on the shoulder. Namjoon turned to Yoongi with wide eyes "What would I even say?!?! Yes, hello, my name is Kim Namjoon and your music has awakened something within me?! No way!"  Yoongi's laughter filled the air as Namjoon rambled on, his eyes wide with disbelief and excitement. "Calm down, Joon. You don't have to propose on the spot. Just start with a compliment, maybe mention how the performance moved you. Artists appreciate that kind of feedback."

Namjoon nodded, still processing the whirlwind of emotions. "Yeah, you're right...God, I need another drink." Namjoon whined softly as he turned back to face the counter. Yoongi chuckled, signaling the bartender for another round

As the night wore on, the atmosphere in the bar shifted from the energetic buzz of the performance to a more relaxed vibe. Yoongi nudged Namjoon, pointing subtly toward the exit where the members of Echlipse were making their way through the crowd. Seokjin, now off the stage, seemed more approachable, surrounded by the familiar faces of Jungkook, Hoseok, and Jimin. The group loudly bounced off one another with their after-stage adrenaline. Hoseok ushered the group over to the bar with a bright smile, perching on a stool as Jin called over the bartender. 

"Two shots for me and him," The man spoke while gesturing between himself and Hoseok before pointing at Jimin and Jungkook, "And waters for those two." The bartender nodded in acknowledgment and quickly prepared the shots and water. Seokjin raised his glass, offering a toast to the success of the night "To a great first official gig! You guys were amazing!" The vocalist chirped happily as they clinked glasses together before throwing back the shots. 

Namjoon, observing from a distance, felt a mix of admiration and excitement. He took another sip of his drink, gathering the courage to approach the group. Yoongi, sensing Namjoon's intention, gave him an encouraging nod.

Namjoon ran a hand through his hair in a quick attempt to compose himself before making his way over to the band, his cheeks tinged with a rosy hue. As he neared, he cleared his throat and addressed Seokjin with a nervous grin, "Y-you're captivating—no, I mean, your lyrics are captivating. I'm genuinely moved by the vulnerability shown in your work." 

Seokjin, initially surprised by the sudden approach, smiled warmly at Namjoon's earnest words. The other members looked at each other with knowing glances as they watched everything unfold. 

"Thank you so much," Seokjin replied, his voice carrying a genuine appreciation. "I'm glad you felt a connection with our music. It means a lot to hear that someone appreciates the soul of the song." Namjoon nodded softly partly in agreement and partly in awe of Seokjin. He composed himself once more as his cheeks darkened "I do a lot of writing myself...I was hoping maybe I'd be able to pick your brain for a bit on your process. Over a coffee maybe?"

Seokjin's eyes lit up with genuine interest, appreciating Namjoon's sincerity. "I'd love to," he replied, a warm smile playing on his lips. "I love talking about the creative process. Coffee sounds perfect." After an awkward fumbling of exchanging phones and numbers, Namjoon scurried back to Yoongi with a bright grin all while Seokjin turned back to the smirks of his bandmates who quickly began teasing the eldest. 

Jungkook playfully nudged Seokjin, a mischievous glint in his eyes. "Well, well, looks like someone's got an admirer."

Hoseok joined in, grinning, "Go Jin! Can't believe we do one real show and you've got hunky nerds coming out of the woodwork to get your number." Seokjin rolled his eyes at their teasing but couldn't hide the pleased smile that lingered. "It's not like that. We're just going to grab coffee and talk about music and writing."

Jimin chimed in, "Sure, sure, just coffee. We've all seen this one before, It's the classic 'coffee date turned epic romance' plot."

Seokjin laughed his squeaky laugh, brushing off their playful banter. "You guys watch too much TV. It'll be nice to talk to someone who isn't one of you brats." Seokjin couldn't help but smile at the warm feeling blooming in his chest as he looked to his band, his family, even as they teased him. 

Amidst the playful banter, the night rolled on, the bar gradually emptying as patrons headed home. The group decided to call it a night, promising each other to celebrate properly the next day with a group dinner at Seokjin and Jungkook's apartment. Seokjin watched Jimin and Hoseok climb into Hoseok's rust bucket of a truck that hauled their instruments. He turned back to Jungkook once the boy hailed a cab, sliding into the back seat with the increasingly sleepy boy, allowing him to lean against his side for the drive even if it meant drool on his shoulder.

[hwatron]

✰ℕ𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟✰

𝑨𝒍𝒍𝒚 ~ 04' 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑺𝒉𝒆/𝑯𝒆𝒓 ~ 𝑨𝑶3

𝑨𝒔𝒌 𝒃𝒐𝒙 𝒊𝒔 𝒐𝒑𝒆𝒏 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒂𝒏𝒚 𝒓𝒆𝒒𝒖𝒆𝒔𝒕𝒔 ~ 𝑴𝒂𝒔𝒕𝒆𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒔𝒕

[hwatron]

✰𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣𝕝𝕚𝕤𝕥✰

𝑩𝑻𝑺 ~ 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵

✰ 𝑵𝒂𝒎𝒋𝒊𝒏

~𝑳𝒚𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒂𝒍𝒍𝒚, 𝒀𝒐𝒖𝒓𝒔.

~𝑷𝒂𝒓𝒕 𝑶𝒏𝒆

✰𝑺𝒐𝒑𝒆

✰𝑽𝒎𝒊𝒏

𝑺𝒕𝒓𝒂𝒚 𝑲𝒊𝒅𝒔 ~ 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵

✰𝑴𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒏

✰𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

𝑨𝒕𝒆𝒆𝒛 ~ 𝑪𝑶𝑴𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑶𝑶𝑵

✰𝑺𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒋𝒐𝒐𝒏𝒈

~ 𝑲𝒆𝒆𝒑 𝑪𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕

✰𝒀𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒊

✰𝑾𝒐𝒐𝒔𝒂𝒏

✰𝑱𝒐𝒏𝒈𝒔𝒂𝒏𝒈

✰𝑿 𝑹𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

[hwatron]

Paring ~ Park Seonghwa x Kim Hongjoong

Rating ~ 18+

Word count ~

~Summary ~ 5,330

"Seriously? You've never had an actual orgasm? I thought you'd fucked like half the guys we know at this point." Yeosang arched his brow as he addressed his roommate, his nose crinkling as he thought back to the unfortunate moments he had been home to overhear. Seonghwa grumbled slightly as he sipped at his drink before responding "No guy has really known how to get me off you know? So I always just fake it and do it myself once I kick 'em out".

"I think I'd like to change that for you"

"I'd like to see you try."

Hongjoong's lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned back, the air between them thick with an unspoken challenge. "Challenge accepted, Seonghwa."

or ~

Park Seonghwa hasn't ever had a partner satisfy him, Hongjoong steps up to bat and makes him keep track of each time he blows Seonghwa's mind.

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The bass of the stereo pumping tunes out for the sweaty mass of bodies currently congregating in their shared apartment shook the floor where Seonghwa and Yeosang were currently standing, drunkenly chatting with their friends. A chorus of laughter broke out in the group as their conversation settled onto romantic encounters.

"You're telling me you've only ever been laid once?" Seonghwa gestured to Jongho with his cup in his hand, a slight smirk curling on his face as the youngest meekly nodded, not one to openly discuss such things. The boy opened his mouth to defend himself, his cheeks turning a slight pink as he spoke, "Well at least I've never had to fake it like some people.”.

A beat of silence before the laughter from before came back tenfold, Wooyoung reaching out to punch Seonghwa's shoulder teasingly.

"Seriously? You've never had an actual orgasm? I thought you'd fucked like half the guys we know at this point." Yeosang arched his brow as he addressed his roommate, his nose crinkling as he thought back to the unfortunate moments he had been home to overhear. Seonghwa grumbled slightly as he sipped at his drink before responding "No guy has really known how to get me off you know? So I always just fake it and do it myself once I kick 'em out". At his explanation the group began nodding understandably, the topic slowly moving on as the night progressed. Eventually, the music shifted to a slower tempo, and the group dispersed to find their own corners of the room.

Seonghwa found himself leaning up against the wall of their living room, nursing the drink in his hand while he watched his friends having fun with a soft smile on his face. He'd been so immersed in his people watching he'd barely noticed the body sliding up to his left to lean on the wall, shoulders bumping together. A quick glance revealed the new presence to be Hongjoong. To be fair it was reasonable for the man to show up, Yeosang had been hanging out more frequently with him and Mingi for a few months now. Yet still, Seonghwa found himself analyzing the man as if he were an alien invading his space, which honestly he wouldn't be surprised if he were. The man had his quirks Seonghwa couldn't figure out just what made him so intriguing. Perhaps it was the pure confidence that oozed from the man, finding the ability to dress himself and act any way he wanted with his head held high. Maybe it was how he could commandeer any room or conversation despite his deceptively small stature. Perhaps even it was the way the man spoke so passionately about music and dedicated everything to it, Seonghwa was convinced Hongjoong had never taken a day off in his life when it came to music! It seemed his theorizing was cut short by the clearing of a throat, sharp deep eyes locking with his for a moment before the shorter man broke the silence.

"You're not as active tonight as usual." Hongjoong took a sip of his drink as he addressed Seonghwa.

A small chuckle slipped out of the taller as he nodded in agreement "And what am I usually like?".

Hongjoong's lips curled into a faint smirk, his eyes holding a hint of amusement. "Usually, you're in the thick of things, stirring up trouble or playing the charming host. Tonight, you’re acting more like a wallflower.". As Hongjoong spoke Seonghwa's cheeks began to turn a shade of red, not realizing the man he spent so much time trying to pick apart and observe, did the very same back to him.

"As poetically spoken as usual Hongjoong…”

Hongjoong's smirk deepened as he observed Seonghwa's reaction, enjoying the subtle shift in the dynamic between them. "You know it's nice to be the observer, you learn a lot just watching things act out in front of you, certainly helps get my creative juices flowing.”

Seonghwa chuckled, his cheeks still tinged with a rosy hue. "You're the pro at it...What've you seen so far tonight, anything interesting?"

There was a sudden shift in the mood as his question hung in the air, a beat of silence before Hongjoong leaned in closer to whisper against the shell of Seonghwa's ear."I heard you talking earlier, about your problem.”

A shiver ran down Seonghwa’s spine as he realized just what the other man was talking about. Seonghwa turned his head slightly to lock eyes once more with Hongjoong, noticing the dark energy hiding behind his irises. "What about it?" Suddenly the man's mouth felt incredibly dry, gulping down more of his drink to try and subdue whatever effect Hongjoong was having on him.

"I think I'd like to change that for you"

"I'd like to see you try."

Hongjoong's lips curled into a sly smile as he leaned back, the air between them thick with an unspoken challenge. "Challenge accepted, Seonghwa."

The living room seemed to fade into the background as their eyes locked, a silent understanding passing between them. The atmosphere crackled with a newfound tension, and Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a mix of anticipation and curiosity pooling deep in his stomach.

The music continued to play, the distant laughter and chatter forming a distant backdrop to the unspoken exchange. Seonghwa shifted his weight against the wall, maintaining eye contact with Hongjoong. "You're not one to shy away from a challenge, are you?"

Hongjoong's gaze intensified, his voice low and filled with an intriguing mixture of confidence and mystery. "I don't back down easily, Seonghwa.”

With a new fire lit inside of him, Seonghwa abandoned his drink on a nearby table, taking his shorter companion by the hand and leading him to his bedroom wordlessly. The lively party grew fainter and fainter as his focus settled solely on the man and his high expectations. The moment they were behind closed doors Seonghwa found himself pushed up against the hardwood of his door, his lips being devoured by Hongjoong as if they would be his last meal. A desperate clash of lips and teeth that showed no signs of stopping, Seonghwa's blunt nails dragging down Hongjoong's muscled arms with desperation. His prior hookups never held the same intensity Hongjoong was providing, the younger man's focus seemingly solely on his partner. Hongjoong pulled away with a heavy gaze, tongue darting out to smooth over his kiss-swollen lips like a predator. Seonghwa shuddered at the intense gaze he found himself under, leaning into the hand Hongjoong rose to cup his jaw with.

Hongjoong's hand, warm against Seonghwa's jaw, held a possessive intensity that sent shivers down his spine. Excitement licked at his heels as he began to realize this encounter would be like none he had ever had before. Seonghwa let his hands roam from their spot on Hongjoong's forearms to rest on his shoulders, Hongjoong pressing closer to the man his thick thigh finding its way between his legs and grinding upwards, causing a soft gasp to escape his lips. As his hips rolled downwards to meet the solid muscle of Hongjoong's thigh, Seonghwa let his hand slide up the man's throat and to the hair at the base of his neck. With his fingers tangled in Hongjoong's dark strands, he tugged the man upward into another lip-bruising kiss, a smirk forming as he felt the man's hands take control of his hips, forcing the slow roll of his hips to quicken. Hongjoong's body caged Seonghwa further against the door, the older pulling a groan out of the other with another controlling tug at his hair, plush lips brushing against the sensitive skin of his ear as Seonghwa spoke with a smirk "Is this all you've got for me? I'm not impressed."

As Seonghwa tugged at Hongjoong's hair, a low growl rumbled from deep within Hongjoong's chest. The controlled aggression in his movements intensified, his hands on Seonghwa's hips becoming more possessive. The air thickened with tension as their bodies melded together, the rhythm of their grinding hips syncing with the tempo of their shared desire. Seonghwa's taunts fueled Hongjoong, rough hands sliding down his hips as he guided the other man with a heavy hand a few steps away from the door to shove Seonghwa down into the middle of his mattress. With the air knocked out of him by the sudden movement, Seonghwa watched Hongjoong loom over him with wide eyes, nervously flitting his tongue out to wet his lips. "You wanted more, didn't you?" Hongjoong's voice, low and seductive, sent shivers down Seonghwa's spine once more. A fire blazing under his skin as he could feel the weight of Hongjoong's intent. With a predatory grace, Hongjoong descended upon Seonghwa, capturing his lips in a hungry kiss. Heavy hands slid under his thin t-shirt, tracing the dip in his stomach before attacking his pebbled nipples with fingers. Hongjoong pulled another breathy sigh out of the man below him, lips breaking apart only for the man to trail down the expanse of his throat with a devious tongue and nipping teeth. Seonghwa arched his back, surrendering to the sensations that Hongjoong was stirring within him. The heat between them intensified, the air thick with desire. Hongjoong's touch was both demanding and skillful, each movement calculated to elicit a response from Seonghwa.

The rhythmic dance of their bodies continued a choreography of passion that played out in the dimly lit room. Hongjoong's fingers traced patterns along Seonghwa's skin, igniting a trail of fire wherever they touched. Seonghwa's breath hitched as Hongjoong explored the contours of his body with an expertise that left him craving more. With a growl deep from his throat Hongjoong pulled his lips away from the tanned skin and tore Seonghwa' shirt over his head, continuing his travels down the man's body with a heavy tongue laving against the bud on his chest, his fingers still skillfully toying with the nipple not caught by his mouth. A heavy whine ripped from Seonghwa's chest as he squirmed underneath Hongjoong, his back arching his body further into the man and his touch. A brief respite in the attack left Seonghwa's back falling against the mattress back onto the sheets below them, Hongjoong's eyes locked onto his, a primal hunger burning in their depths. As quickly as it had paused the dance between them continued, Hongjoong's lips finding new territories to explore. Seonghwa's breaths came in ragged gasps, his hands finding refuge in Hongjoong's dark locks, a smug expression sliding onto the man's face as he finally pulled away from Seonghwa. Hongjoong leaned back onto his calves, fingers toying with the belt on Seonghwa's jeans as his deep voice broke the silence between them. "You're going to keep track of each and every time I let you cum tonight, do you understand? If you lose track even once I'll stop."

Seonghwa, still reeling from the whirlwind of sensations, nodded in agreement. The command hung in the air, adding a layer of anticipation to the already charged atmosphere. Hongjoong's dominance was palpable, and Seonghwa found himself both captivated and challenged by the intensity of the encounter. Hongjoong's fingers froze at the lack of verbal response, a dark gaze settling onto Seonghwa's body as he pulled his hands away, an impatient whine coming from the man once more "Why'd you stop?". Hongjoong arched his brow, a condescending chuckle slipping out, "If you can't use your words then I'm not doing anything...now why don't you be a good boy and answer me properly, do you understand?". Seonghwa's hands twisted over Hongjoong’s, pulling them back down to press against his aching core with a desperate look in his eyes, "I understand, please Hongjoong..". Satisfied with Seonghwa's response, Hongjoong's lips curled into a predatory smile "Good boy.". His fingers resumed their exploration, tracing patterns over Seonghwa's heated skin. Finally, Hongjoong unbuckled the belt trapping Seonghwa in his skin-tight jeans, quickly tugging the man's pants down his legs. Once left in his boxers, Hongjoong continued his trail down Seonghwa's body, his hands slowly pulling the fabric down his thighs while he sucked hickies into his hips, lightly nipping at the skin with a pleased grumble. Seonghwa's breathy gasps filled the otherwise silent room, his hands once again finding purchase in Hongjoong's hair as he looked down at the man with a hazy look in his eyes.

Hongjoong's voice, low and commanding, broke through the haze. "Remember, Seonghwa. Keep count." The weight of the command settled over them, and Seonghwa, like a blanket. Seonghwa nodded once more, cursing softly as Hongjoong's fingers slid through his sensitive folds like they were on a mission, a high pitch gasp falling from his lips as he watched the man collect the fluid on the tips of his fingers before sliding the two digits into his mouth with a wicked expression.

As Hongjoong's fingers danced over Seonghwa's heated core, Seonghwa's breaths grew more ragged. His hands thoroughly ruined the man's previously styled hair as he tugged on the strands with each brief touch over his sensitive skin as a way to ground himself. Seonghwa squeezed his eyes shut tightly, unable to keep the heavy stare with Hongjoong as the man leaned in with a puff of breath against his thigh. Hongjoong left a tingling brush of his lips against Seonghwa's thigh, trailing closer to his core where he flattened his tongue against his clit while his fingers finally ceased their teasing to pump into him. An electrifying shudder wracked Seonghwa's body as he stared down at the man between his legs with wide eyes “Sh-shit! Hongjoong!”

Hongjoong, reveling in the reactions he elicited, leaned in his voice a breathy whisper that sent shivers down Seonghwa's spine. "Feel that, Seonghwa? Every gasp, every shudder—it's all for me, say my name again, who’s doing this to you?”

Embarrassment rushed through Seonghwa down to the tips of his toes as, with a red face, he watched the way Hongjoong’s lips glistened with the mix of his spit and Seonghwa's juices. Seonghwa swallowed the lump forming in his throat, turning to hide his face against the pillow under his head, a whimper being muffled by the fabric. Hongjoong narrowed his brows, biting into the flesh of Seonghwa's thigh with a growl, doing his best to pull his name out of the other man's plush lips. As Seonghwa once more ignored his request to instead whimper into his pillow, Hongjoong pulled his lips away and replaced them with two fingers, quickly pushing in and curling them with no warning. Hongjoong pushed off the bed with his free hand to kneel between Seonghwa's legs, looking down at the older man's writhing body with admiration. The two locked eyes right before Hongjoong began pistoning his hand into Seonghwa's pussy, pressing down on his lower stomach with his other hand to keep his trapped in place. The sudden change in pace had Seonghwa scrambling for purchase, reaching down to claw at Hongjoong's forearm. The slick noises that came with each push of his fingers were accompanied by the breathy moans and whines quickly tumbling out of Seonghwa like a waterfall. Hongjoong's fingers continued their relentless rhythm, pushing Seonghwa to the edge of pleasure with each calculated movement. "Say it, Seonghwa. Who's making you feel this good?" Hongjoong's voice was a sultry murmur, sending vibrations through Seonghwa's core as his fingers continued their dance.

Seonghwa's cheeks burned with embarrassment, but he couldn't deny the pleasure coursing through his veins. "Hongjoong." he gasped, the name escaping his lips in a breathy moan.

"That's right," Hongjoong purred, the satisfaction evident in his voice "Such a good boy, taking it all so well.". The praise made Seonghwa keen, his face scrunching up as he felt the tight ball of arousal in his stomach grow. Seonghwa's fingers clutched the sheets beneath him as the tension in his body built to an almost unbearable level. He could feel the heat coiling within him, the pressure reaching its peak. "Hongjoong, please," he begged, his voice a desperate plea.

Hongjoong seemed to revel in Seonghwa's vulnerability, his movements becoming even more intense. He expertly navigated Seonghwa's pleasure, pushing him further and further into the abyss of ecstasy. Hongjoong loomed over the man's body, his lips finding purchase once more at Seonghwa's neck, his fingers not once stopping their brutal pace. Almost as if he could feel Seonghwa's climax incoming, Hongjoong began to coach him through it with deep praises falling from his lips directly to his ear.

"You're doing so well darling, must be so overwhelming for you. You'll never have to fake again, I've got you now.". Seonghwa's mind grew fuzzy at Hongjoong's words. He felt the pressure inside of him reach his limit and pulled the shorter man in for a messy kiss, nails dragging down Hongjoong's bicep. In that moment of release, Seonghwa felt a wave of euphoria wash over him, his body trembling with the aftershocks of pleasure. Hongjoong, satisfied with his conquest, withdrew his fingers and let Seonghwa devour him, his hand finding a soothing rhythm by rubbing up and down Seonghwa's side.

Hongjoong pulled away from the kiss with a nip to Seonghwa's lips, brushing the hair that clung to the taller man's face out of the way. Seonghwa was left breathless, his chest heaving as he tried to recover from the intense experience. Hongjoong hovered over him, his eyes dark and smoldering with a mix of triumph and desire. Hongjoong leaned in closer to Seonghwa's face after giving him a moment to come down from his high.

"Remember, Seonghwa," Hongjoong whispered, his lips brushing against Seonghwa's ear. "That's one." The room was silent, except for the soft sounds of their breathing as they lay entwined. Seonghwa felt a mix of emotions swirling within him—shock, arousal, and a tinge of vulnerability. He turned his head to meet Hongjoong's gaze while he spoke, finding a strange mix of intensity and tenderness in the shorter man's eyes "O-one...". Hongjoong traced a lazy pattern on Seonghwa's chest with his fingertips, the air heavy with the aftermath of their encounter. "There you go darling...ready to keep counting?" he murmured, his voice low and velvety. A weak nod came from Seonghwa, his body melting under Hongjoong's gaze as he prepared for what else the other man had in store. Hongjoong pulled away from Seonghwa once he felt the man was ready, his hands running down his sides till they reached his waist, appreciatively squeezing it.

A mischievous glint flickered in Hongjoong's eyes, and Seonghwa couldn't help but feel a renewed sense of anticipation. Leaning into Hongjoong's touch, a mix of curiosity and excitement building within him. Hongjoong shuffled closer to settle his hips squarely between Seonghwa's thighs. Seonghwa hadn't given Hongjoong's cock much thought before tonight which seemed to be an absolute fucking shame. His eyes widened as he felt Hongjoong's clothed bulge grinding against his wet and sensitive cunt. He could feel Hongjoong throbbing against him which had Seonghwa practically drooling. Seonghwa's eyes wracked over the rest of Hongjoong's body, a pout taking place on his face as he took notice of Hongjoong's still very clothed form while he lay in a naked sweaty mess. "Won't you take something off already?" Seonghwa whined, his thighs squeezing Hongjoong's hips impatiently. Hongjoong arched his brow at the request, his hands stilling.

"So needy Hwa, do you wanna see me that bad?"

"Please Hongjoong" Seonghwa cried out, his hands reaching out to bunch up at the hem of the black shirt hiding Hongjoong's body.

Hongjoong chuckled at Seonghwa's impatience, enjoying the desperation in the other man's voice. With a sly grin, he peeled his hands away from Seonghwa's body, tearing the black shirt away from his body. The fabric slid up Hongjoong's torso, revealing the toned muscles underneath.

"Better?" Hongjoong teased, tossing the shirt aside. His exposed chest glistened with a light sheen of sweat. Seonghwa's eyes widened, and a pleased hum escaped his lips as he took in the sight before him

"Yeah, but it could be even better." Seonghwa licked his lips as his gaze settled on Hongjoong's bulge once more, biting his lip as Hongjoong pressed closer with another grind. Hongjoong's lips curled into a wicked smile as he relished the way Seonghwa's breath hitched, the subtle shivers that ran through his body.

Hongjoong's hands traced teasing patterns along Seonghwa's sides before returning to his own body, inching closer to the waistband of his jeans. "Let me make it better for you then Hwa" Hongjoong didn't bother tugging the button of his jeans open, opting to tug both the denim and his boxers down in a quick motion. His heavy cock sprung free, slapping back up against his stomach after being freed.

Hongjoong held himself by the base to better control his cock, gently tapping it against Seonghwa's folds. Both men gasped at the contact, another whine bubbling out of Seonghwa as he took the scene before him in.

"What about now darling?" Hongjoong questioned while taking hold of Seonghwa's thighs, pulling them together so that his cock was encased in their warmth, his arms wrapping around Seonghwa's knees to keep them locked together.

Seonghwa's breath caught in his throat as Hongjoong's cock was trapped between his thighs. His thigh muscles tensed at the contact and he could feel the slick warmth pooling at his entrance. His eyes, darkened with desire, locked onto Hongjoong's, the air charged with a heady mix of anticipation.

"Now," Seonghwa breathed, his voice nothing more than a sultry murmur, "that's perfect." Hongjoong seemed pleased with the response, tightening his hold on Seonghwa's legs with a smirk. "Perfect, huh? You must be having a good time baby, look at you all laid out all pretty for me." As Hongjoong purred down at the man with a heavy gaze, his hips began a slow slide between Seonghwa's thighs, his cock leaking precum all over Seonghwa's tanned skin. Seonghwa's breath hitched at the sensation, his back arching slightly as pleasure surged through him. Each slide of Hongjoong's cock between his thighs dragged the veined underside over Seonghwa's clit, driving the man up the wall as all he could think of was how he ached with emptiness and a desire for Hongjoong to sink into him. "Hongjoong please, I need you" Seonghwa admitted in a weak tone, his voice a breathy whisper over the slick sound of skin on skin.

"I love watching you unravel like this," Hongjoong confessed, growling at Seonghwa's neediness. His hands traveled up Seonghwa's thighs, leaving a trail of tingling sensations in their wake. "Tell me what you need from me baby, I wanna hear your pretty voice."

Seonghwa's fingers dug into the sheets beneath him as Hongjoong's movements intensified, the rhythm between them building to a fevered pitch. "Hongjoong! Fuck me! Please, I need you inside me." the slick warmth at Seonghwa's entrance begged for more as each thrust had Hongjoong's heavy balls slapping against his entrance with an added teasing sensation, his body quivering with anticipation. Hongjoong groaned at the pleading tone Seonghwa held, pushing Seonghwa's legs up till his thighs met his chest.

"Fuck," Seonghwa gasped, the new angle overwhelming him. "Just like that, Hongjoong. Please, don't stop."

As Hongjoong bent the older man in half he leaned back in to steal a kiss.

"You're so beautiful like this," Hongjoong whispered, his hips grinding his cock further through his soaked folds at the new angle. "All open for me, giving in to the pleasure."

Seonghwa moaned into the kiss, the taste of Hongjoong on his lips fueling the fire that raged within him. His body responded eagerly as Hongjoong's movements grew more insistent, the delicious friction between them pushing Seonghwa to the edge of bliss. Hongjoong felt his own climax approaching yet he refused to succumb to the feeling, he had more to give Seonghwa and he was not going to let the opportunity go to waste.

The scene before him was like a dream, the many nights he'd spent imagining Seonghwa in his bed as he vigorously fisted his cock were nothing in comparison to having the man beneath him. Hongjoong couldn't tear his eyes away from the mesmerizing sight of Seonghwa, the man he'd yearned for, his muse, now laid bare and vulnerable beneath him. Determination roared to life within Hongjoong, spreading Seonghwa's legs open and attacking the man's clit with two fingers, relishing in the way Seonghwa arched his body into his touch. A second wave of release flooded through Seonghwa's body, crying out loudly as he soaked the sheets beneath them and Hongjoong's hand. With a reeling mind, Seonghwa was quick to cry out in obedience to Hongjoong's demands "Tw-o!"

"Good boy! I didn't have to remind you this time." Hongjoong praised with a smug expression, grabbing the base of his cock once more to align with Seonghwa's hole. He didn't give the many any time to prepare after his second orgasm, breaching his walls slowly with a push of his hips.

Hongjoong's cock slid into Seonghwa with a deliberate pace, each inch claiming the tight warmth that enveloped him. Seonghwa's body tensed and relaxed with each inch, his velvety walls gripping Hongjoong like a vice. Tears pooled at Seonghwa's eyelashes as his body shudder in overstimulation, each drag of Hongjoong's cock left his brain hazy with a mix of pleasure and pain. Seonghwa's hips pushed down desperately to meet each slow thrust Hongjoong gave him.

"Fuck, you feel amazing," Hongjoong grunted, his movements growing more fervent. Seonghwa's slick walls gripped him tightly, a perfect fusion of pleasure and restraint.

Seonghwa's head fell back, exposing the vulnerability of his neck. Hongjoong leaned in to capture Seonghwa's lips in a hungry kiss, their tongues dancing in tandem with the rhythm of their bodies. The taste of each other on their lips fueled the fire burning between them. His lips trailed down to the already blooming marks on the expanse of Seonghwa's neck, his tongue laving against his skin with determination to not leave a spot untainted on Seonghwa's tanned skin.

"Hongjoong, too much!" Seonghwa whimpered against Hongjoong's lips. His body craved the relentless dance of pleasure, the need for another release and satisfaction driving him to the brink overpowering the exhaustion creeping up on him.

Hongjoong responded to Seonghwa's plea with an increase in intensity. His hips rocked against Seonghwa with a primal urgency, the slap of their bodies mingling with the symphony of their shared passion.

Seonghwa's senses were on overload, the sensations overwhelming yet addictive. He met each thrust with a desperate hunger, the need for completion, and to please Hongjoong, driving him toward the edge.

Seonghwa's mind was a whirlwind of desire, pleasure, and the intoxicating taste of Hongjoong's lips on his skin. his senses were on overload, the sensations overwhelming yet addictive. He met each thrust with a desperate hunger, the need for completion, and to please Hongjoong, driving him toward the edge. Hongjoong's voice, a sultry blend of need and dominance, whispered promises and demands into Seonghwa's ear which left the man whining and clinging to him, his nails dragging deep red tracks down Hongjoong's back.

"Yes, Hongjoong, please, good for you.." Seonghwa moaned, his voice barely audible amidst the symphony of their shared ecstasy. His legs tightened around Hongjoong's hips, urging him deeper, urging him to push Seonghwa over the precipice once more. Hongjoong's pace quickened, the friction between them reaching an unbearable intensity. Seonghwa's senses were heightened, every touch, every thrust, sending shockwaves of pleasure through his body. He could feel the coil of tension building within him, the promise of another climax tantalizingly close.

As Hongjoong's fingers found Seonghwa's neglected clit once more, he added a new layer to the onslaught of sensations. The dual stimulation proved to be too much for Seonghwa, his body convulsing with pleasure. His cries filled the room, mingling with Hongjoong's guttural groans. Seonghwa's body arched, a wave of ecstasy crashing over him. He cried out Hongjoong's name, his release triggering Hongjoong's own. The room echoed with their shared climax, their bodies intertwined in the throes of passion. The pair stilled, warmth flooding inside Seonghwa as Hongjoong emptied within him.

Seonghwa's limbs felt like jelly as he lazily encircled Hongjoong's neck with his arms, the smaller man collapsing on top of him from the intensity of his orgasm. Seonghwa lazily pressed his lips to Hongjoong's cheek and jaw in a half-hearted kiss, mumbling against his skin with the last of his brain power "That was three~". Hongjoong broke out into a chuckle as he looked at Seonghwa with fondness, gently maneuvering their bodies so they were lying on their sides. "Did I fuck you stupid? You sound out of it Hwa."

Seonghwa's laughter rumbled through the intimate space they shared, a warm and genuine sound that resonated with the aftermath of their passion. Seonghwa's chest heaved with each breath, his body still tingling from the intensity of their encounter.

"You did, Hongjoong." Seonghwa admitted with a lazy smile, his fingers tracing absent-minded patterns on Hongjoong's back. "I think I might need a moment to recover, Maybe even a few days."

Hongjoong's hand tenderly brushed a few strands of hair away from Seonghwa's face, his eyes filled with affection. "I think you've deserved some recovery time. So, did I win?"

Seonghwa scoffed, rolling his eyes as he smiled fondly at Hongjoong "Best I've ever had Joongie, although I might need a repeat of tonight...just to be safe."

Hongjoong's grin widened at Seonghwa's playful response. "Oh, you're insatiable, Hwa. How about another day...maybe after we get some dinner?"

Seonghwa's fingers continued their soothing movements on Hongjoong's back, their bodies still intimately connected yet it felt like more than their bodies were tangled together. "Mmm, are you asking me out on a date Joongie?"

Hongjoong's gaze softened, his fingers trailing gently down Seonghwa's arm. "Well, I figure after an evening like this, I oughta try and outdo your other dates in all ways possible. What do you say, Hwa? Dinner, maybe a movie, a second round?"

Seonghwa's eyes sparkled with a mixture of amusement and affection. "I hope you're up for the challenge then."

Hongjoong leaned in, pressing a lingering kiss to Seonghwa's lips. "I'm always up to a challenge when it comes to you, Hwa."

Seonghwa melted into the kiss, gently cupping Hongjoong's face as they melded together once more, the kiss becoming heated before being interrupted by a knock at the door that left Hongjoong quickly scrambling to pull Seonghwa's comforter over them while the older called out "W-What?!"

"I hope you're done getting your back blown out because Yeosang says the both of you need to come help clean up!" Wooyoung called out before peeking his head through the door with a shit-eating grin "Did you have fun?~"

"Wooyoung, Get out!" Seonghwa cried out, fumbling for something on his nightstand to send flying at the man's head. The door quickly closed as hyena laughs drifted off down the hallway.

Seonghwa groaned, burying his face in his hands as Hongjoong erupted into laughter beside him. "I swear, that guy has no sense of privacy," Seonghwa muttered.

Hongjoong, still chuckling, reached over to retrieve his abandoned shirt from the floor, tugging it back over his head. "Duty calls, it seems."

Seonghwa sighed, casting a mock glare at the closed door. "This isn't over Kim Hongjoong." setting his gaze on the man with red cheeks. "I'd hope not Hwa, Now hurry up." Hongjoong held a goofy smile on his face as he pressed a kiss to Seonghwa's head, slipping out the door.

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Hi!!! I’m Ally, this is my first time posting any of my personal writing to tumblr! I hope to post mostly Bts,Ateez, and Stray kids! Everything I post will also be uploaded to my AO3 as well!!! I plan to do ships as well as x reader later on! Always open to taking any requests or ideas! I’m still learning how this side of tumblr works so please be patient with me :)

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