𝐖𝐚𝐧𝐭 𝐒𝐨 𝐁𝐀𝐃.

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*— Am I listening?* *— Hyung, can you come to the studio?* *— Right now?* *— Yes! We need to record a song that we talked about recently.* *— Mmm... Okay, I'll be there in half an hour.* *— Hurry up.* Jisung beamed happily, twirling around in his chair. He has been sitting in the studio since the morning and has already managed to go through the text completely several times and listen to the demo, which he started working on back in the summer. Humming a familiar tune softly under his breath, he held a pen between his plump lips, making minor notes on paper. Han has always taken a very thorough approach to working with music, preferring to create alone. He liked to arrive early in the morning in this room, closed from the outside world, without warning anyone. He loved to compose texts. Different texts. From funny and sounding, to sad and heartbreaking. But he always wanted to find something in between. Something not too loud, but not sad either. Something that would represent one of the many parts of his soul. And he found it. One day, once again sitting his ass on a swivel chair, an idea struck Jisung. The night before, he watched an atmospheric anime and literally fell in love with the cherry blossom rose trees that accompanied the viewing in almost every frame. And scrolling through the love line of the main characters in his head, he realized that this was exactly what he needed. Something calm and happy. Something about love. Not about the love when the pain of a person is heard in music, but about the love in which the sincere feelings and emotions of two people are heard. That day, the pen was literally floating on the paper. The text was being formed at record speed. And when the time came to create music, Han was taken aback. He really didn't expect that making music about true love would be so difficult. Oh, how he suffered with this unfortunate demo... But now, sitting in a familiar chair, he was looking forward to Minho-hyun, who kindly agreed to participate in the recording. For the first time, when he suggested that Ho sing a duet, he was a little confused and scared by the tone in which he was supposed to perform his lines, but after a couple of trips to a cafe at Jisung's expense, he gave up. You may have a rather logical question... Why Minho? And Han doesn't know himself. Every time he listened to the chorus, he inadvertently thought of Lee. About his sweetest laugh and vocals that would sound good in this key. And to be honest, he also often thought about how he and Minho watched anime in the same bed with a laptop on their knees, discussed the most favorite scenes, teased and jokingly hugged each other. All this reminded Jisung so much of the main characters of this Japanese cartoon... So much so that he could confidently say, "Yes, this is a love song. And yes, I wrote it remembering Minho-hyun." The door to the studio opened softly, and a tired face, hidden behind a black mask and cap, poked out of a narrow crack. — Hi, come in, — smiling amiably, Han got up from his chair, going to hug his friend as usual. — Don't, I'm just sweating after training, — Ho warned, holding his hands out in front of him. — Have you been in the gym? Or dancing? — the younger one asked with interest and still pulled away from Minho without hugging him. — In the gym. Today was leg day, — the elder added proudly, sitting down in an identical chair next to Jisung. — Well, that's great, but now we need to do the song. It's not like I'm in a hurry... I just don't want to keep you, — he smiled, pushing the baseball cap off the top of someone else's head. — What about the manager? Will she not be present? — pretending not to notice that his cap had fallen to the floor, Ho raised his eyebrows slightly, wondering. — Nah, or rather, it was already there when I recorded my part. I had the honor to deal with you on my own, — Han winked, immediately giggling. How wonderfully this cheerful guy smiles. It really shines. Minho is glad that Jisung is smiling. He often has creative crises or excessive fatigue, which can cause him to huddle in a corner and not make contact with anyone. Although this does not happen so often in Lee's presence, anxiety about the younger's condition always reminds him of himself, warming his ribs. But when Minho sees the corners of his lips reaching for his ears, he wants to smile himself. To match the Han. — In that case, let's get started, — he flicked his finger at the neat nose, receiving in return a disapproving look and displeased eyebrows. Ho took off the sweatshirt he was wearing and went into the recording room. He quickly set up the microphone and found his text on the phone. And while he was singing and rinsing his mouth with water, voluntarily offered by Jisung himself, Han did not miss the opportunity to once again look at his hyung's muscles, clearly visible thanks to a slightly sweaty white T-shirt. He did not stare at all, only looked with envy and a drop of ecstasy at the venous hands and the adam's apple jumping from large gulps. Minho is really trying hard to look attractive. And maybe he will never bare his abs on stage, he just feels great pleasure imagining how stay suffocate, noticing even a small piece of his bare skin. — Let's start with the chorus, — Ho asked, putting headphones on his sweat-glistening, pitch-black hair. Jisung nodded and turned on the music, concentrating on the purity of someone else's vocals. It would have been too easy if Minho had managed to sing perfectly the first time, which is why they re-recorded the chorus five more times, sometimes pausing for recommendations and advice from Han. However, when they achieved a result that they were both happy with, they were able to proceed with other verses. — Well done, that was cool, hyung, — Jisung encouraged, listening to the newly recorded version of the verse. — You think? It seemed to me that I was a little short in the end, — scratching his head, he smiled a little sheepishly. — No, Minho, it was clean. Shall we listen again? Or should we write down another option right away, and then compare it? — clicking on the computer screen, Han looked up at the elder for a second, who nodded uncertainly, gesturing for him to turn on the music. After recording another version of the verse, they agreed that the first version was better and moved on to the next line, after taking a break for coffee and a news feed. — Oh, did you hear that a new anime has been released recently? It's high in many ratings right now, — Jisung asked excitedly, sipping a cold Americano through a straw, turning on a swivel chair to the sofa where Ho was sprawled. — No, I haven't heard. Do you want to see it? — without taking his eyes off the phone, the elder asked a bored question. — And you? Tomorrow we have a day off according to the schedule, it would be cool to drop in and see me, huh? Minho put down the device, shooting beady eyes at the chocolate irises opposite with a grin. — Are you going to hug me again like I'm your personal dakimakura? If yes, then I agree, — he smiled, getting up from his seat and went back into the recording room. — Hey! Hyung, I was drunk and we agreed that we wouldn't talk about it! — Han protested, but Ho was already putting on his headphones and wasn't interested in continuing the conversation. Once again, Jisung was honored with the opportunity to enjoy Minho's sweet voice pouring so softly into the microphone. His eyes are slightly closed. The eyelashes are trembling, and the palm catches the rhythm right in the air. Wonderful. And I want to kiss him so much. Right into those pink lips leaning so close to the microphone. So that there was not enough air in his lungs, and his stomach was cramped from fluttering butterflies; to trembling knees and clouding his mind. To the point of unconsciousness. Madness. Han shook his head when he almost heard the elder's scream. — Jisung! Hey! Do you hear me? I say, let's do it again! I made a mistake in the end, — Ho finally managed to get through, not even imagining what was going through Jisung's head a few moments ago. Madness. Don't think about it. Han treats everyone the same and loves all members equally. He does not single out anyone and does not express strange behavior that may look like he likes guys. But Lee Minho... Perhaps he is the only exception to all these points. No matter how hard Jisung tried to banish this strange feeling towards his hyung, he couldn't. He loved hugging his athletic body, loved scaring him with fake kisses, doted on his voice and soft facial features. And Minho doesn't seem to understand anything. He comes to his room and lies down on the bed, he agrees to watch the anime and allows himself to be hugged, he runs his wide palms into his shaggy hair and comments on the cartoon in a velvety voice. Well, how else can he hint that Han has feelings! Maybe not strong, but enough to feel the need for his hugs and jealousy of other members. Somehow finishing with the recording, Jisung hurried to say goodbye to the object of his sighs, after praising and thanking: — Thank you for agreeing to help, you did a good job. I'll see you at my place tomorrow, come at six, I'll just order us something to eat, — he lightly hugged him with one hand, spitting on the sweat still felt on Ho's clothes. And so they parted. Rather awkward, but happy with the work they've done.

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Their only day off of the week came as quickly as Minho's phone ran out, which is why he couldn't warn Han that he would be late because he got into traffic on the way from the store where he bought a small gift for him. And while Ho was bored in the taxi, Jisung was tearing his hair out because he thought he had forgotten about their plans. The pizza Han ordered ten minutes ago was promised to be delivered in thirty minutes, which means if Minho doesn't arrive in twenty minutes, he'll have to eat it alone. Sadly. But Jisung still doesn't lose hope that Ho is just delayed and therefore was in no hurry to watch the anime without him. After putting on a new pair of pajamas and preparing almost the same one for Minho, Han anxiously rushed around the room, thinking about what else to do with himself. A black box peeking out from under the bed caught my eye. Jisung tried to remember what was there, but to no avail, so he pulled it out and landed on the bed, excitedly opening the lid. As soon as I looked inside, Han's eyes popped out. The box contained an anal vibrator as black as the box itself. Han, interested and a little scared, took the item out of the box, trying hard to remember where he got it from. Sighing heavily, he mentally cursed Changbin, who had said a week or two ago that he would hide a birthday present for Jisung in his room. But damn it! A vibrator!? Seriously!? Han was about to write to him, but changed his mind at the last moment, biting his lip. His gaze slid back to the frosted, slightly curved gift. Doubt flashed in Jisung's eyes and he looked at the time. There were fifteen minutes left before the pizza delivery, and there was no hope that Lee would arrive at all. It was also not possible for Han to relax. The busy schedule and almost no days off had a strong effect on the intimate life of each of the members. And if most people preferred to quickly shudder before going to bed, then at such moments Jisung chose between a couple more anime episodes and watching a porn video, after which he wouldn't be able to sleep for another hour. You know, the choice almost always fell on anime. That is why Han is now doubting his further actions. Should I put the box back under the bed? To use the gift for its intended purpose? What would you choose? It would be too boring if I said that he decided to put the box back, so Jisung dumped it on the floor, making himself comfortable on the bed with the vibrator. He shyly pulled off his pants and covered himself with a blanket, as if someone could be watching him. Han ran his hand under his T-shirt, tentatively caressing his sensitive chest. A barely audible mumble escaped from tightly compressed lips, immediately suppressed by an impatient half-moan. It had been too long since he had released tension, so it took only a couple of minutes of stroking hard areoles to get aroused. Jisung reached over to the bedside table and took out a nearly full bottle of classic lubricant from the last drawer. Squeezing a little on his fingers, Han threw it somewhere to the side, putting short phalanges to the convulsively contracting hole. Jisung bit his lip, carefully slipping his fingers inside. He slowly pushed them deeper, trying to spread them apart as much as possible in the manner of scissors in order to stretch the virgin walls more strongly. Muffled moans rhythmically jumped off the bitten lips, and the hips rubbed against each other, stimulating a neat, medium-sized penis. Feeling that his fingers were already quite freely entering and exiting the hole, he pulled them out, briefly squeezing the lubricant onto the vibrator, pressed them on the newly released sphincter. His free hand clutched the white sheet, fighting the pain, while a quiet whimper poured into the pillow in a continuous stream. Little by little, Han was able to insert the toy to the end, pressing the button on the outside with trembling fingers. — Mhh! — Jisung moaned too loudly, hiding his face in the crook of his elbow in fright. Chocolate eyes rolled back from the impossibly pleasant pressure on the narrow walls and prostate stimulation in addition. Well Changbin, well prankster! Just about to switch the vibrator mode to the second one, Han jerked in fright, covering himself with a blanket to the waist. Heck! Minho's face appeared from the door that had just been ajar. — Hello! I'm sorry I was late and didn't warn you, — Ho apologized, walking into the room. — It's nothing... — hoarse and lower than usual, Jisung said, panicking inside. It's totally fucked up! He's lying in his bed with a working vibrator in his ass, and Minho is walking right next to him! Minho, damn it! Minho, to whom he breathes unevenly! — I bought something for you, take a look, — he handed the younger a rather large white box, sitting down next to him on the edge of the bed. Han widened his eyes, shuddering and moving closer to the wall, fussily pulling the blanket up to his armpits. And yet, he opened the box, smiling tightly and suppressing the guttural moans in his chest that he so wanted to force out. — Mh... this... Did you buy a projector? — somehow pronouncing the words, Jisung was surprised. — Yeah, now we can watch anime on the big screen, not with a laptop on our knees, cool, right? — sincerely hoping that Han liked it, he stroked the outline of his knee under the blanket, to which Han opened his eyes even wider, jerking his leg. — Oh... yes... Nice... — swallowing hard, Jisung smiled, setting hyun's gift on the floor next to the bed. — You're weird today, are you okay? — the elder asked, noticing the lost look and slightly red ears. — Eh? Y-yes.. Haha, it's okay, — Han waved off, again restraining the urge to rub his buttocks against the mattress out of a desire to get more stimulation. — All right... Do you mind if I change here? — having already found the clothes prepared for him, Ho grabbed the edge of his hoodie, intending to take it over his head. — H-here..? Y-yes, of course... And a red light with a sign "No, not that!" was clearly flashing in my head. Seeing his hyung's pumped-up body even in its normal state, Jisung melted and choked on saliva, what can we say about the state he is in now... Yes, Han will finish right away! Not that it's a bad thing in this situation... He just hoped that he would be able to pull out the vibrator when Minho went to the bathroom to change, and here is such an ambush! Ho threw away the hoodie that was worn on his naked body, exposing his embossed abs to the sunset rays of the sun in the window. And oh my God! Minho looked like an ancient Greek god depicted in the form of a statue, which undoubtedly belongs in the Louvre itself. And Jisung is ready to swear, he very acutely felt the knot tighten even tighter in his lower abdomen, which, due to the same rate of vibrations, he did not plan to untie yet, only making Han go crazy from lack of stimulation and excellent Ho, which only complicated the situation. The desire to burst into tears of pleasure and drown in plaintive whimpering grew with every second of seeing Minho's massive thighs, which turned out to be bare immediately after the upper body, which had already managed to hide under the cutest T-shirt with a small kitten at the collar. Jisung had never had such fantasies about Ho before. Just an irresistible desire for kisses, but no more. And now he's eager to do anything with this guy, as long as he doesn't watch fucking anime. Suddenly there was a knock on the door, and Minho, adjusting the elastic of his sweatpants, hurried to open it, deciding that he was closer. — Hey, guys, the courier has been standing at the door for ten minutes, is it so difficult to pick up? — Changbin appeared in the doorway, handing Ho a pizza box that they both had safely forgotten about. Looking into the room, the guy noticed an empty box from his gift lying right next to the bed. Then he darted a glance at Han, starting to smile and grin slightly, receiving in response the fury of chocolate eyes and pursed lips, expressing the complexity of such an art as restraining moans. — Well, I'll go, eat while it's hot, — winking at Jisung, Changbin hurried out of the room, leaving Minho in some perplexity after the silent conversation of these two crazy rappers. — I'm not hungry, you can eat all of it... — Han said softly, switching to a squeak at the end of the sentence. — Em... Jisung, are you sure you're okay? Your face is red... Ho carefully remarked, bending down to someone else's forehead, checked for the presence of temperature. — I'm... it's okay, really... — he smiled. — And yet, you are strange, — the elder stated, squinting his eyes in suspicion. — Stop it and turn on that thing of yours already, — trying to think of something else, Jisung managed to suppress the excitement that was fading more and more, despite the vibrator inside him. Minho just clicked as he started setting up the projector. Apparently, he had already had to deal with something like this, because he managed it in five minutes, if not less. Placing it on the bedside table so that the projection fell exactly on the white wall in front of the bed, Ho fit next to Jisung, to which the second one jerked slightly again, pulling the blanket even higher to himself. — Are you cold? — Lee casually asks, touching someone else's shoulder. — A little bit, — Han answers shortly, his eyes exclusively on the wall, on which the cartoon was already being projected with might and main. Then Minho grins and finds the edge of the blanket, covers himself with it, moving closer to Jisung. Han is overcome with panic again and he cautiously moves even closer to the wall and presses the part of the blanket that separates their bodies with his hand, not allowing Ho to get close to him. — Hey, what are you doing? Honey, I wanted to hug you. As you like. It's so warm, — Minho magically wonders, pouting his lips. And Jising's heart sinks. His hands reach out to him, wanting to hug and apologize, but another wave of excitement sent from an already fucked-up hole is sobering. He bites his lip, looking at the wall where a Japanese schoolgirl is walking in a park surrounded by cherry blossom trees. The corners of Han's lips stretch into a smile of their own as the melody of their song flashes through his head.

♪♬/Suddenly I fell in love with you

I think it's so sweet, my baby

I can't do anything about it, oh, why?/♫♪

♬♪/It's a pretty big issue, why there are so many things in my head

So many thoughts keep me awake every night

With you errday, sugar ride, flowers everywhere in my heart.

I froze with excitement when spring crept into my heart /♪♫

♬♫/Pink chromakey background, the surrounding landscape

Love is so intuitively

It all started as a typical romance, but I know everything is much deeper

I fall into these feelings, I revive hope in myself again/♫♪

♪♬/Looking at this scene, I do not leave the chilling feeling that all this has already happened.

I'm not used to it, I know it's pain but I really want it so bad/♪♫

It's like an electric shock to Jisung. And not at all because of the slight vibrations in the ass, but because of the tingling on dry lips, which flare up with an irresistible desire... A kiss. I want to kiss him so bad. Again. — Hyung, — Han whispers softly, looking at the smooth profile illuminated by the warm rays of the setting sun from the window. It is about to disappear over the horizon and a gloomy veil will cover the room, the only light in which will be a translucent anime on the wall and chocolate irises glowing with adoration. — Huh? — turning his gaze to the younger one, he chuckles. — Will you be disappointed in me if I tell you that I want to kiss you? Although not... I really want to kiss you. I really want to, — completely forgetting about any fears and prejudices, Jisung asked, hypnotizing someone else's lips. — You... What..? — trying to understand the meaning of the joke, which he considered all these words, Ho shuddered. — I... don't think anything of it... Simply... Let me kiss you just once... Just once... — Han Jisung, do you know that you're not normal? — smiling broadly and chuckling softly, Minho cupped his chubby cheeks in his palms, meeting the bottomless eyes opposite. Han sighs heavily directly onto Lee's lips, scorching them with hot breath. — I know it's pain but I really want it so bad... — Jisung whispers with his last breath, intending to fulfill his wish. — Love is so intuitively,— Ho whispers in response, immediately closing his lips on strangers. A passionate kiss pierces every cell of the body, responding to the tips of the toes with small goosebumps. The elder's tongue immediately slips into Han's warm mouth, aggressively pushing them almost down his throat. Jisung whimpers plaintively, snuggling closer to Minho, completely forgetting that he is half naked, and an almost imperceptible vibrator is sticking out of his ass. Ho kisses so greedily and wetly, as if he was the one who spoke a few moments ago about how much he wants it. However, he simply did not voice his desires, knowing full well that he would have to pay for each one. And now Han, who didn't restrain his fantasies in himself, will have to pay for this kiss. Who knows what its price is? Maybe you will have to pay for it not with money, but with something more serious? A career, for example? It's not up to that right now. — Luck. You're lucky. It is definitely on your side, since I allowed us to do such a thing, — Minho breaks away from swollen lips with a characteristic kiss, lowers his palm to her slender waist, immediately raising his eyebrows in surprise. He abruptly throws back the blanket, his eyes wide open. Jisung awkwardly tucks her legs up to her, covering her face with her hands. — Hannie? How do you explain it? —I... listen, hyung, this... Not what you think! — the younger one exclaimed, carefully pulling the blanket back on. — Wait a minute, that means... Have you been... all this time? Fuck. Jisung, well, you could have told me to come back later... — Ho shook his head, shyly covering his face with his hands. — You don't understand! Minho, don't just leave... Forgive me! Just don't leave! — Han chattered, grabbing someone else's elbow. — I'm not going to leave, — boldly looking into chocolate eyes, Lee convinced. — How am I going to leave you like this, think about it yourself, huh? — he almost whispered, touching her plump cheek with tenderness. Jisung sniffed and immediately shuddered, once again remembering the foreign object inside himself. — You'll let me... Well, let's say, a little help? I see you're uncomfortable, I'm afraid you'll be annoyed... I'll help you so that it doesn't hurt, okay? — Ho asked carefully, moving even closer to the trembling body. — Hyung, I am... You should not... I invited you to watch anime, so just watch... — Han protested, clutching at other people's hands. — How can I watch anime when you're lying next to me, and even in this state? Maybe I'll regret it, of course, but now I want to help you, because you're my teammate and friend, and I also consider you a member of my family, so... Minho gently hugged Jisung with one hand, sliding the other along the line of his spine, right up to his coccyx. — M-minho... What are you...? — the Han was surprised, squeezing someone else's shoulders with his hands more tightly. — Don't be afraid, I'm telling you, I won't hurt you. I'll try at least, — the elder whispered, grinning. Jisung let out a plaintive sob as he felt a wide palm sink into the hollow between his buttocks, touching the vibrator. — Quieter, quieter, Hannie, I'll get it now, be patient a little, — Ho whispers carefully, grabbing the tip of the toy with his phalanges tighter. The younger one tried to say something, but instead it turned out only unintelligible grunts and heavy sighs. Minho carefully removed the vibrator. Stroking Jisung's back in the process, he could enjoy the hysterical screams that Han sincerely tried to suppress by biting the edge of his own palm with his teeth. Discarding the simulator covered with a huge amount of other people's secretions, he buried his nose in the shaggy crown, allowing the smell of shampoo to settle on the mucous membranes. — Hyung... — Shh... — Ho interrupted, slowly pulling the blanket down to the edge of the bed. Han could only obediently wait for Lee's actions, still awkwardly tucking his legs up to himself. The reason for the awkwardness was rather not the exposure itself, but the amount of moisture flowing down the bare thighs. And he was also confused by the standing member, which Minho could freely watch. But it's a pleasant embarrassment. Even more exciting and exciting. — Lie down on your tummy, — Ho commanded softly, immediately catching the surprised look of chocolate irises and thick eyelashes on himself. — Wh-what...? Um... listen, you must be this... You have to go home already, don't you? — getting lost and noticeably blushing, Jisung tried to translate the topic. — You're funny. Hannie, there is no turning back, we have already set foot on this uneven path, so let's get to the end, — the elder whispered touching the smooth, soft cheek. — T-to the end...? — he swallowed. — Of course I'll help you, come on, lie down on your stomach, — Minho asked a little more excitedly, betraying his anticipation and obvious excitement. Jisung rolled over uncertainly, tucking a pillow under his chest. He squeaked faintly, feeling his erect organ rest against the thick mattress. Before he knew it, Han felt his legs trying to spread apart. — Wh-what are you going to...? — the younger one asked fearfully, turning around. — You'll like it if you relax and don't get scared off by my every action, — Ho murmured softly, gently touching his fingers between his wet buttocks. He hardly pressed, just gently stroked and collected the lubricant, unwittingly breaking into a smile. Jisung took a deep, shuddering breath, clutching the pillow under him with sweaty palms. He couldn't see Minho's crazy smile, but he could imagine how beautifully someone else's fingers were sliding around his hole. But even this fantasy could not compare with the brightness of real sensations. — Hannie-e, so wet... How do you want me to help you? Maybe you'll let me lick you? For a second, it seemed to Jisung that he was hallucinating or going crazy, but turning his head back, it became clear that Ho was not joking. His neat eyebrows and always moistened lips twisted into a grin while his hands masterfully kneaded his appetizing ass. And he gave up. Into strong, venomous hands and a hot tongue that he was impatient to feel inside himself. Han groaned excitedly, burying his face in the pillow, pushed out his buttocks more strongly, wagging impatiently. — So dirty! — Minho took the liberty of lightly hitting one of the halves with a wide palm. Jisung shuddered, letting the pillow muffle his own groan. He wanted to give up all this controversial idea, imagining how they would have to communicate after all this... But before he could say a word, he felt a firm grip on his hips and warm breath on his quivering sphincter. Ho began to sprinkle the smooth, moist skin with ringing kisses, leaving red spots after some, disappearing after a few moments. He enthusiastically slid his tongue right between her thighs, dangerously close to the hole in need. And no matter how Khan squirmed and whimpered, practically begging to touch the hole, he just grinned and continued to caress every millimeter of skin around her. — H-hyun... ah! Please...! — the younger one tried to ask once again, feeling the painful impulses sent to the bleeding head of the penis. Unable to mock the begging guy anymore, bending under him at every, even the slightest touch to the burning hole, Minho greedily pressed his lips directly to him, catching someone else's crazy moan that erupted throughout the room, if not beyond it. Jisung sobbed softly into the pillow as she soaked in tears of pleasure. He was trembling all over, ready to pour out at any moment if he didn't restrain himself at least a little. And because of the desire to feel the hot tongue licking his narrow walls for as long as possible, he was ready for at least another ten minutes. It seemed so to him. It seemed exactly until the moment when he felt the persistent stimulation of the prostate and Lee's palm on his tense organ. Ho pushed his tongue into a ball of nerves in a passionate rhythm, helping himself with his hand, easily sliding over someone else's penis. — N-no... Minho, no... No, no, no, take your hand away... — Han whispered with the last of his strength, trying to remove the perfect palm from his organ. — P-please, Minho-oh..! I don't want to cum so early! — Jisung was already on the verge of hysteria, bursting into tears again. Hearing a voice trembling with despair, flowing into crying, the elder tore himself away from the flaming hole with a kiss, slightly slowing down, but not removing, the movements of his hand on the bloodshot penis. — Hannie, look at me, — Ho asked in a slightly hoarse voice. Jisung hesitantly turned his tear-stained face to hyun, opening his dry lips more. Minho quickly considered the silent hint, immediately kissing the younger one. Gently crushing his tired lips, he seemed to apologize for these tears. And yet, he continued to twist the hot flesh in parallel. — Ah! — Han groaned harshly, breaking the kiss and clutching convulsively at Lee's T—shirt. — Come on Hannie, stop holding back. Cum on, my good one, — he whispered, making eye contact with Jisung's unfocused gaze. By strengthening his grip and the pace of movements, after a couple of moments Ho could feel the hot sperm on his fingers, hear the last guttural moan and see how someone else's body was pierced by tremors. Orgasm is the point of no return. — Still dirty, — Minho remarked, carefully wiping Han's body with napkins. — Stop it... — Jisung muttered in embarrassment, having already managed to even out his shortness of breath. — Are you still embarrassed even after all this? You're so stupid, — Lee chuckled, flicking the younger's cute nose. — This is all one big misunderstanding... — It's okay. I don't mind helping you in some other way if you need it. — he winked. — Hyung, you can't do that! It's very terrible... What about the members? And the fans? Do you think if stay finds out about this, everything will be rainbow and wonderful as well? — Han was genuinely surprised. — It will definitely be rainbow. But about wonderful... Anyway, I'm not offering you that kind of camera help. No one will know if we retire to your room once a week, — Ho threw out the last dirty napkin, covering the limp body with a blanket and laying down next to it. — You're just crazy... — Jisung sighed resignedly, hugging the toned body next to him. — And you like it, — Minho said, more as a fact than a question. Han blushed and nodded slightly, tapping the pads of his fingers on someone else's chest. He inadvertently began to hum a quiet melody, falling under the rhythm: — Suddenly I fell in love with you. I think it's so sweet, my baby. I can't do anything about it, oh, why? Smiling softly, Ho continued, — It's a pretty big issue, why there are so many things in my head. So many thoughts keep me awake every night. With you errday, sugar ride, flowers everywhere in my heart. I froze with excitement when spring crept into my heart. Line by line... — Pink chromakey background the surrounding landscape. Love is so intuitively. It all started as a typical romance, but I know everything is much deeper. I fall into these feelings, I revive hope in myself again. Every word... — Looking at this scene, I don't leave the chilling feeling that all this has already happened. I'm not used to it, I know it's pain but I really want it so bad. It has acquired a new, hidden meaning, accessible only to these two. {Don't be afraid of your desires, be afraid of your unwillingness. It is enough to want something, and madness combined with luck will lead you to superiority.}

The End.