[Advent] Day Eighteen - Bottoms Up
Title: Bottoms Up
For: drankcontrast
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun/Joonmyun
Length: 2500w
Summary: Joonmyun is Jongin and Sehun's next target. (next in the Sekai Seduce Everyone series although reading the others isn't required)
Joonmyun is predictable. It's one of his many admirable qualities and Jongin appreciates them all in his own way. So when they finally have a day to themselves, both Sehun and Jongin know they'll find the leader in one of the small studios. Joonmyun can't pass up an opportunity to go over choreography no matter how many hundreds of hours they've already poured into it. It's almost as if he thinks he's not good enough, but one look inside the mirror lined room and Jongin knows Joonmyun has those hip thrusts down like a champ.
"What are you two doing here?" Joonmyun's voice echoes in the silence now that the music's off. Jongin's eyes catch on a bead of sweat that's hesitating at the end of a damp strand of hair before it rolls down his cheek and is wiped away before making it to his jaw.
"We can't visit our favorite hyung?" Sehun asks innocently enough and Jongin is thankful for the save because his thoughts are anything but innocent right now.
"And somehow I'm inclined not to believe you." Joonmyun takes several swallows of water and fixates on them both with a knowing stare. His black top is too big and it slips to the side, exposing a tantalizing amount of pale skin Jongin is itching to mark. He licks his lips unconsciously, Joonmyun narrowing his eyes at the action. "Don't think I'm going to play into your hands so easily."
Jongin strolls forward, eyeing the small man up and down with his intentions written across his handsome face. "What if we say please?"
Joonmyun doesn't look the littlest bit phased and if anything, it turns Jongin on more. It's always sweeter savoring something he's worked for. "It depends on how many ways you can say it." A smirk tugs up on the corner of Joonmyun's mouth and Jongin feels his stomach plummet.
Familiar arms wrap around Jongin from behind and he leans in to Sehun's embrace. "Jongin's good at begging," he purrs, licking up the side of Jongin's neck. All Jongin can do is moan in response, reaching out to pull Joonmyun forward by his shirt. The smirk is still on his lips and there's a challenge in his eyes and Jongin twitches in his pants when innocent little Joonmyun lifts onto his toes to kiss Sehun.
Jongin is sandwiched between the two, the sturdy muscle of Sehun's chest behind him and the lean body of Joonmyun hard against his front. Their kiss is dirty, mouths open and tongues visible through the cracks and Jongin is definitely feeling the effects between his legs now. He's also wondering if they've done this before.
Jongin whimpers, watching as they devour each other, Sehun with a fist in Joonmyun's hair to pull his neck back. It's too open for Jongin to resist, pressing his mouth to Joonmyun's throat gently at first and then harder when he feels the rumble of a moan.
When Sehun and Joonmyun break apart, Jongin goes for Joonmyun's mouth, but he's stopped, a hand flat on his chest and forcing him back. Sehun twists out of the way just before Jongin's shoulders slam into the mirror. "Don't you want to watch me take care of Sehun like I used to?
Jongin swallows over the thickness in his throat, words falling short of being voiced, so he nods instead. This is a new side to Joonmyun for Jongin, all strength with no traces of the kind man left behind. Jongin finds himself incredibly turned on by it, arousal hitting stronger when he witnesses Sehun dropping to his knees without Joonmyun saying a word.
Sehun glances at Jongin who can't help but stare at his boyfriend when he pulls Joonmyun to him, nuzzles his face over the crotch of his pants before hooking fingers in the sides to pull them down. Joonmyun's dick is hard, but not more than average size and Jongin finds himself proud when Sehun swallows him down whole. Fingers twist in Sehun's hair, the hold rough and Jongin hears his moan, knows that Sehun loves the pain that radiates down from his scalp.
Joonmyun’s hips rock to the beat of Sehun’s bobs, a seamless effort that’s clearly been practised many a time before. Jongin drags a palm down the front of his jeans, moaning at the pull of his briefs down his cock. The heated gaze Joonmyun gives him - eyes hooded and lips red and wet with spit - have Jongin slipping down the smooth surface a little. Joonmyun crooks his fingers and Jongin races to his side, content when Joonmyun manhandles him, takes him firm by his arm and brings his face down for a kiss.
Joonmyun kisses a lot like he leads - smooth and collected, like he isn’t balls deep in Sehun’s mouth, rutting himself to completion as Sehun takes it all. “Strip him,” Joonmyun tells Jongin and he doesn’t hesitate to obey, dropping down behind his boyfriend to tug at his shirt. It pulls off over his head when Joonmyun leans back enough for his cock to pop out of his mouth, but once the garment is gone, Sehun is on him again. He’s so eager, eyes looking up at Joonmyun for approval as Jongin pinches Sehun’s nipples on his way down to unbutton his jeans.
Jongin teases, strokes fingers around the base of Sehun’s dick as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses across his shoulders. Sehun shudders, shifts his weight to lean against Jongin more. With two fingers pressed to Sehun’s forehead, Joonmyun pushes him away, nearly toppling Jongin over as Sehun slams into his chest. “I said strip him.”
There’s no room for argument and Jongin shimmies Sehun’s pants off quickly, helping him get them over his hips and down lanky legs before they’re kicked away with his shoes. And then they both look over to Joonmyun for instruction, Jongin tightening his hold with an arm around Sehun’s waist when he sees Joonmyun pumping his own cock, all his clothing discarded. It leaves Jongin as the only dressed one in the room.
“Ass up,” comes Joonmyun’s commanding voice again and Sehun spares no time scrambling to comply. It’s a side of him that Jongin hasn’t seen before and he finds it exciting, wanting to test it out for himself when it’s just the two of them. He’s so enthralled with the way Sehun leans his head on his arms, legs spread and waiting that he fails to hear Joonmyun calling his name the first time. The second utterance, however, snaps him out of it and he sees the smug look on Joonmyun’s face. “There’s lube in my bag. Why don’t you fetch it and then join Sehun on the floor. Let him stretch you open for me.”
Jongin shudders, shrugging off his clothes along the way. He hears a familiar whine behind him and glances in the mirror, halting with his mouth open as he sees the way Joonmyun is settled behind Sehun, spreading his cheeks. He blindly reaches into Joonmyun’s bag, feeling around for the lube before finding it and rushing back over. Jongin isn’t sure the best way to do this, a little mesmerized at the beauty of Sehun’s spine when it curves down, Joonmyun’s tongue pink and wet as it licks up his crack.
Fingers circle his ankle and Jongin startles, attention drawn to Sehun who is urging him down. It’s cold, shivers skittering over his skin when he lays on the floor, legs open and Sehun slathering lube on his fingers as best he can now that Joonmyun’s face is buried in his ass. Sehun drips lube down Jongin’s crack and spreads it, the pad of his finger putting pressure on his rim before sliding in. Jongin moans, head falling to the side and wishing he had something to hold on to as his boyfriend meticulously stretches him open.
There’s a wonderful view of the entire thing playing out in the mirrors. Jongin gets a nice, front row view of Sehun’s thighs tensing and spreading further apart, of his cock hard and heavy between his legs. Joonmyun will stroke it every so often before circling the base with his fingers. And every time he does, Sehun whines and his fingers push into Jongin harder.
Jongin can tell when Sehun is about to come, his whines high pitched and hips rutting back. Joonmyun senses it too and he palms over the tip of Sehun’s cock, pumping him quickly until his body locks and he moans, face buried in Jongin’s thigh as strings of white land on the floor.
Joonmyun sits back on his heels looking smug as ever and eyeing Jongin like he’s dessert after the main course. Sehun groans when he lifts, surging upward enough to kiss Jongin sloppily before rolling off.
“I don’t suppose either of you brought condoms,” Joonmyun inquires, getting a negative from both of them. Joonmyun lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “Sehun, there’s a box of them in my bag.”
Sehun crawls across the floor, not even bothering to get to his feet and Jongin watches with anticipation as Joonmyun nears him. “All fours,” Joonmyun instructs.
Jongin flips over, nerve endings on fire as he awaits what Joonmyun has in store for him. He hears Joonmyun’s low thanks as Sehun hands him the box and the sound of latex several moments later. “You two should know how important it is to use condoms,” Joonmyun says conversationally, like they’re sitting around the table and not about to fuck. “Especially now that you’re experimenting with more people.”
Jongin hears the wet glide of lube being stroked over Joonmyun’s cock and stutters out a breath, impatience itching all over. Knowing what’s about to happen still doesn’t keep him from jolting forward a little in surprise when the tip of Joonmyun’s dick pushes against his ass. Joonmyun chuckles and Sehun snorts in amusement.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Jongin?” Joonmyun asks, the head of his cock teasing along his rim with just enough pressure to have Jongin breathing heavily.
“Yes,” he groans.
Joonmyun shifts back and Jongin feels his lube slick cock slap against his butt cheek. “Yes what?”
“Yes, hyung.”
Joonmyun hums, rubbing his cock up and down Jongin’s crack as if he’s not quite sure he really wants to fuck Jongin or not. Jongin doesn’t like this at all, already wound up so tight that if left untouched, he’d vibrate across the floor.
“Please, hyung,” he pleads. “I need you to fuck me. Please?”
“Well since you asked so nicely.”
The tip pushes in first, opening Jongin wide enough for the rest of him to slide in as Joonmyun pulls him back. Jongin is on his hands and knees, ass seated in Joonmyun’s lap and head hanging low as he’s filled all the way with Joonmyun’s cock. The angle is fucking perfect and Jongin slides his thighs out more, moaning and already rocking without being prompted. He’s lucky Joonmyun likes it, pushing up into the tight heat of Jongin’s body.
His knees ache and his cock is throbbing, untouched as Joonmyun fucks him in long, steady thrusts that force all the air from Jongin’s lungs. Sehun moves into Jongin’s vision, sitting in front of Jongin and fisting his hair to drag him in for a kiss. Jongin is mostly useless, dead weight as Joonmyun keeps going, never faltering or slowing. Jongin’s always noticed Joonmyun’s stamina - tiring long after most of the others during practice and still having energy reserves to organize everything when they get back to the dorms - but this is on an entirely new level.
Jongin knows how much his body can take and he’s slack-jawed now, letting Sehun suck a dark mark dangerously high on his shoulder as his thighs begin to ache, arms shaking with the effort of keeping himself up. A hand winds its way into his hair, jerking his head back until Jongin’s only on his knees and Joonmyun can fuck into him deeper. It’s Joonmyun’s hand because Sehun now has both his on Jongin’s cock, coaxing his orgasm out of him with tight strokes.
Jongin is dizzy, heart pounding in his ears when he comes, muscles contracting around Joonmyun’s cock as he refuses to let up. It’s only when he starts whining, pushing at Joonmyun’s thighs, that he’s released. A raspy whimper falls from his lips when he eases off, falls to the floor in a puddle of sweat.
Joonmyun is still hard, his face flush and chest gleaming and Jongin wishes he had the energy to knock him back, crawl over him and get him off, but he can barely move. All Jongin can do is watch as Joonmyun tugs off the condom and Sehun rolls a new one down, slicking him up fast. Sehun crawls into Joonmyun’s lap, arms around Joonmyun’s neck and head leaning on his shoulder as he sinks down on his cock.
Sehun fucks himself for a while, mumbling something that Jongin can’t catch before Joonmyun grabs him and leans forward, settling Sehun on the floor with his knees thrown over his shoulders to thrust into him hard and fast. If Jongin wasn’t so drained, he’d be turned on and he sincerely laments not bringing a video camera for this so he can get off to it later. It’s fucking gold.
Sehun’s spine bows off the floor, voice caught in his throat when he comes for the second time and it looks as if Joonmyun has finally reached his climax too, hips jerking shallowly as he lowers onto Sehun, letting his legs settle back on the floor.
And damned if it isn’t Joonmyun with the fastest recovery time, slipping out of Sehun and padding away toward his bag; he wonders what other goodies Joonmyun carries around in it.
Jongin chooses to stay laying on the floor, one hand reaching out to clasp with Sehun’s. His head lolls to the side and he just watches the steady rise and fall of Sehun’s pink splotched chest until he can muster the energy to speak. “You never told me you and Joonmyun were a thing,” Jongin says when Sehun looks over at him.
“We weren’t. We just fucked around before you and I were exclusive.”
Jongin makes a noise of understanding, the ache of their activities starting to settle and stiffen his muscles..
“Besides,” Sehun adds with a grin. “Hyung has a thing for -”
“We should be getting back to the dorm,” Joonmyun cuts in with his leader voice, giving neither of them room to complain.
It’s alright; Jongin will tie Sehun up later and get the answer out of him.
For: drankcontrast
Rating: NC-17
Pairing: Jongin/Sehun/Joonmyun
Length: 2500w
Summary: Joonmyun is Jongin and Sehun's next target. (next in the Sekai Seduce Everyone series although reading the others isn't required)
Joonmyun is predictable. It's one of his many admirable qualities and Jongin appreciates them all in his own way. So when they finally have a day to themselves, both Sehun and Jongin know they'll find the leader in one of the small studios. Joonmyun can't pass up an opportunity to go over choreography no matter how many hundreds of hours they've already poured into it. It's almost as if he thinks he's not good enough, but one look inside the mirror lined room and Jongin knows Joonmyun has those hip thrusts down like a champ.
"What are you two doing here?" Joonmyun's voice echoes in the silence now that the music's off. Jongin's eyes catch on a bead of sweat that's hesitating at the end of a damp strand of hair before it rolls down his cheek and is wiped away before making it to his jaw.
"We can't visit our favorite hyung?" Sehun asks innocently enough and Jongin is thankful for the save because his thoughts are anything but innocent right now.
"And somehow I'm inclined not to believe you." Joonmyun takes several swallows of water and fixates on them both with a knowing stare. His black top is too big and it slips to the side, exposing a tantalizing amount of pale skin Jongin is itching to mark. He licks his lips unconsciously, Joonmyun narrowing his eyes at the action. "Don't think I'm going to play into your hands so easily."
Jongin strolls forward, eyeing the small man up and down with his intentions written across his handsome face. "What if we say please?"
Joonmyun doesn't look the littlest bit phased and if anything, it turns Jongin on more. It's always sweeter savoring something he's worked for. "It depends on how many ways you can say it." A smirk tugs up on the corner of Joonmyun's mouth and Jongin feels his stomach plummet.
Familiar arms wrap around Jongin from behind and he leans in to Sehun's embrace. "Jongin's good at begging," he purrs, licking up the side of Jongin's neck. All Jongin can do is moan in response, reaching out to pull Joonmyun forward by his shirt. The smirk is still on his lips and there's a challenge in his eyes and Jongin twitches in his pants when innocent little Joonmyun lifts onto his toes to kiss Sehun.
Jongin is sandwiched between the two, the sturdy muscle of Sehun's chest behind him and the lean body of Joonmyun hard against his front. Their kiss is dirty, mouths open and tongues visible through the cracks and Jongin is definitely feeling the effects between his legs now. He's also wondering if they've done this before.
Jongin whimpers, watching as they devour each other, Sehun with a fist in Joonmyun's hair to pull his neck back. It's too open for Jongin to resist, pressing his mouth to Joonmyun's throat gently at first and then harder when he feels the rumble of a moan.
When Sehun and Joonmyun break apart, Jongin goes for Joonmyun's mouth, but he's stopped, a hand flat on his chest and forcing him back. Sehun twists out of the way just before Jongin's shoulders slam into the mirror. "Don't you want to watch me take care of Sehun like I used to?
Jongin swallows over the thickness in his throat, words falling short of being voiced, so he nods instead. This is a new side to Joonmyun for Jongin, all strength with no traces of the kind man left behind. Jongin finds himself incredibly turned on by it, arousal hitting stronger when he witnesses Sehun dropping to his knees without Joonmyun saying a word.
Sehun glances at Jongin who can't help but stare at his boyfriend when he pulls Joonmyun to him, nuzzles his face over the crotch of his pants before hooking fingers in the sides to pull them down. Joonmyun's dick is hard, but not more than average size and Jongin finds himself proud when Sehun swallows him down whole. Fingers twist in Sehun's hair, the hold rough and Jongin hears his moan, knows that Sehun loves the pain that radiates down from his scalp.
Joonmyun’s hips rock to the beat of Sehun’s bobs, a seamless effort that’s clearly been practised many a time before. Jongin drags a palm down the front of his jeans, moaning at the pull of his briefs down his cock. The heated gaze Joonmyun gives him - eyes hooded and lips red and wet with spit - have Jongin slipping down the smooth surface a little. Joonmyun crooks his fingers and Jongin races to his side, content when Joonmyun manhandles him, takes him firm by his arm and brings his face down for a kiss.
Joonmyun kisses a lot like he leads - smooth and collected, like he isn’t balls deep in Sehun’s mouth, rutting himself to completion as Sehun takes it all. “Strip him,” Joonmyun tells Jongin and he doesn’t hesitate to obey, dropping down behind his boyfriend to tug at his shirt. It pulls off over his head when Joonmyun leans back enough for his cock to pop out of his mouth, but once the garment is gone, Sehun is on him again. He’s so eager, eyes looking up at Joonmyun for approval as Jongin pinches Sehun’s nipples on his way down to unbutton his jeans.
Jongin teases, strokes fingers around the base of Sehun’s dick as he leaves wet, sloppy kisses across his shoulders. Sehun shudders, shifts his weight to lean against Jongin more. With two fingers pressed to Sehun’s forehead, Joonmyun pushes him away, nearly toppling Jongin over as Sehun slams into his chest. “I said strip him.”
There’s no room for argument and Jongin shimmies Sehun’s pants off quickly, helping him get them over his hips and down lanky legs before they’re kicked away with his shoes. And then they both look over to Joonmyun for instruction, Jongin tightening his hold with an arm around Sehun’s waist when he sees Joonmyun pumping his own cock, all his clothing discarded. It leaves Jongin as the only dressed one in the room.
“Ass up,” comes Joonmyun’s commanding voice again and Sehun spares no time scrambling to comply. It’s a side of him that Jongin hasn’t seen before and he finds it exciting, wanting to test it out for himself when it’s just the two of them. He’s so enthralled with the way Sehun leans his head on his arms, legs spread and waiting that he fails to hear Joonmyun calling his name the first time. The second utterance, however, snaps him out of it and he sees the smug look on Joonmyun’s face. “There’s lube in my bag. Why don’t you fetch it and then join Sehun on the floor. Let him stretch you open for me.”
Jongin shudders, shrugging off his clothes along the way. He hears a familiar whine behind him and glances in the mirror, halting with his mouth open as he sees the way Joonmyun is settled behind Sehun, spreading his cheeks. He blindly reaches into Joonmyun’s bag, feeling around for the lube before finding it and rushing back over. Jongin isn’t sure the best way to do this, a little mesmerized at the beauty of Sehun’s spine when it curves down, Joonmyun’s tongue pink and wet as it licks up his crack.
Fingers circle his ankle and Jongin startles, attention drawn to Sehun who is urging him down. It’s cold, shivers skittering over his skin when he lays on the floor, legs open and Sehun slathering lube on his fingers as best he can now that Joonmyun’s face is buried in his ass. Sehun drips lube down Jongin’s crack and spreads it, the pad of his finger putting pressure on his rim before sliding in. Jongin moans, head falling to the side and wishing he had something to hold on to as his boyfriend meticulously stretches him open.
There’s a wonderful view of the entire thing playing out in the mirrors. Jongin gets a nice, front row view of Sehun’s thighs tensing and spreading further apart, of his cock hard and heavy between his legs. Joonmyun will stroke it every so often before circling the base with his fingers. And every time he does, Sehun whines and his fingers push into Jongin harder.
Jongin can tell when Sehun is about to come, his whines high pitched and hips rutting back. Joonmyun senses it too and he palms over the tip of Sehun’s cock, pumping him quickly until his body locks and he moans, face buried in Jongin’s thigh as strings of white land on the floor.
Joonmyun sits back on his heels looking smug as ever and eyeing Jongin like he’s dessert after the main course. Sehun groans when he lifts, surging upward enough to kiss Jongin sloppily before rolling off.
“I don’t suppose either of you brought condoms,” Joonmyun inquires, getting a negative from both of them. Joonmyun lets out a sigh and shakes his head. “Sehun, there’s a box of them in my bag.”
Sehun crawls across the floor, not even bothering to get to his feet and Jongin watches with anticipation as Joonmyun nears him. “All fours,” Joonmyun instructs.
Jongin flips over, nerve endings on fire as he awaits what Joonmyun has in store for him. He hears Joonmyun’s low thanks as Sehun hands him the box and the sound of latex several moments later. “You two should know how important it is to use condoms,” Joonmyun says conversationally, like they’re sitting around the table and not about to fuck. “Especially now that you’re experimenting with more people.”
Jongin hears the wet glide of lube being stroked over Joonmyun’s cock and stutters out a breath, impatience itching all over. Knowing what’s about to happen still doesn’t keep him from jolting forward a little in surprise when the tip of Joonmyun’s dick pushes against his ass. Joonmyun chuckles and Sehun snorts in amusement.
“Do you want me to fuck you, Jongin?” Joonmyun asks, the head of his cock teasing along his rim with just enough pressure to have Jongin breathing heavily.
“Yes,” he groans.
Joonmyun shifts back and Jongin feels his lube slick cock slap against his butt cheek. “Yes what?”
“Yes, hyung.”
Joonmyun hums, rubbing his cock up and down Jongin’s crack as if he’s not quite sure he really wants to fuck Jongin or not. Jongin doesn’t like this at all, already wound up so tight that if left untouched, he’d vibrate across the floor.
“Please, hyung,” he pleads. “I need you to fuck me. Please?”
“Well since you asked so nicely.”
The tip pushes in first, opening Jongin wide enough for the rest of him to slide in as Joonmyun pulls him back. Jongin is on his hands and knees, ass seated in Joonmyun’s lap and head hanging low as he’s filled all the way with Joonmyun’s cock. The angle is fucking perfect and Jongin slides his thighs out more, moaning and already rocking without being prompted. He’s lucky Joonmyun likes it, pushing up into the tight heat of Jongin’s body.
His knees ache and his cock is throbbing, untouched as Joonmyun fucks him in long, steady thrusts that force all the air from Jongin’s lungs. Sehun moves into Jongin’s vision, sitting in front of Jongin and fisting his hair to drag him in for a kiss. Jongin is mostly useless, dead weight as Joonmyun keeps going, never faltering or slowing. Jongin’s always noticed Joonmyun’s stamina - tiring long after most of the others during practice and still having energy reserves to organize everything when they get back to the dorms - but this is on an entirely new level.
Jongin knows how much his body can take and he’s slack-jawed now, letting Sehun suck a dark mark dangerously high on his shoulder as his thighs begin to ache, arms shaking with the effort of keeping himself up. A hand winds its way into his hair, jerking his head back until Jongin’s only on his knees and Joonmyun can fuck into him deeper. It’s Joonmyun’s hand because Sehun now has both his on Jongin’s cock, coaxing his orgasm out of him with tight strokes.
Jongin is dizzy, heart pounding in his ears when he comes, muscles contracting around Joonmyun’s cock as he refuses to let up. It’s only when he starts whining, pushing at Joonmyun’s thighs, that he’s released. A raspy whimper falls from his lips when he eases off, falls to the floor in a puddle of sweat.
Joonmyun is still hard, his face flush and chest gleaming and Jongin wishes he had the energy to knock him back, crawl over him and get him off, but he can barely move. All Jongin can do is watch as Joonmyun tugs off the condom and Sehun rolls a new one down, slicking him up fast. Sehun crawls into Joonmyun’s lap, arms around Joonmyun’s neck and head leaning on his shoulder as he sinks down on his cock.
Sehun fucks himself for a while, mumbling something that Jongin can’t catch before Joonmyun grabs him and leans forward, settling Sehun on the floor with his knees thrown over his shoulders to thrust into him hard and fast. If Jongin wasn’t so drained, he’d be turned on and he sincerely laments not bringing a video camera for this so he can get off to it later. It’s fucking gold.
Sehun’s spine bows off the floor, voice caught in his throat when he comes for the second time and it looks as if Joonmyun has finally reached his climax too, hips jerking shallowly as he lowers onto Sehun, letting his legs settle back on the floor.
And damned if it isn’t Joonmyun with the fastest recovery time, slipping out of Sehun and padding away toward his bag; he wonders what other goodies Joonmyun carries around in it.
Jongin chooses to stay laying on the floor, one hand reaching out to clasp with Sehun’s. His head lolls to the side and he just watches the steady rise and fall of Sehun’s pink splotched chest until he can muster the energy to speak. “You never told me you and Joonmyun were a thing,” Jongin says when Sehun looks over at him.
“We weren’t. We just fucked around before you and I were exclusive.”
Jongin makes a noise of understanding, the ache of their activities starting to settle and stiffen his muscles..
“Besides,” Sehun adds with a grin. “Hyung has a thing for -”
“We should be getting back to the dorm,” Joonmyun cuts in with his leader voice, giving neither of them room to complain.
It’s alright; Jongin will tie Sehun up later and get the answer out of him.