Archive of Our Own ^beta

Cho Hankook, as a good leader, takes his role semi-seriously. He knows the other members will back him up if he stumbles over his lines or take the responsibility of parenting Yechan when things get hectic. 

But of course, Hankook, living in a dorm room with his bandmates, has heard and seen far too much. There’s a shared bathroom, so it’s not like there’s any way to avoid seeing the other guys naked. But, having seven boys living in a cramped space with just a few rooms means that each person has walked into some…uncomfortable…situations. 

However, there are some members who are much better about being private in their affairs. Havit is diligent about only having personal time when the rest of the members are asleep and Donghyun will use the dance practice room bathroom instead. Yechan, unfortunately, as a seventeen year old does little more than stick a sock on the door handle to warn others from coming in.

Eunil, however, is most likely the member who he’s seen and heard the least of. This is totally why he gets a little hard when he hears muffled grunts leaking out from under Eunil’s shared room with Taehyun and Yechan. The two had gone out to visit their families, but could be back soon. And as a good leader, Hankook feels the need to gently knock to let Eunil know to speed it up a little. 

Yeah, that’s totally all he wanted to do! He’s just fulfilling his role of leader to his dongsaeng and protecting Yechan from seeing something. 

It takes a few seconds for the door to crack open and Eunil to peek through. His face is flushed and a few beads of sweat drip from his hair. His very messy hair. Hankook is definitely not staring at Eunil’s lips and the curve of his nose and the way his eyes are more lidded than usual and his—

“Do you need something?” Eunil pants, licks his lips. “I’m kind of busy working out, hyung,”

Hankook, being the brilliant man that he is, makes a bullshit excuse about needing help getting dinner ready, and walks away. Working out, duh , he thinks. Way to go, horny brain.

The sounds Eunil had made were lingering on Hankook’s mind. His waking hours are tortured with the idea of what he’d sound like touching himself, if he already sounded so sinful just exercising. And god the way he looked. His hair looked like someone had been pulling on it and his skin was shiny from sweat and—

He’d be lying if he said he didn’t jerk off while imagining Eunil doing things . He imagines what Eunil would look like if someone sucked him off. He imagines what Eunil would sound like if someone pulled his hair, he even imagines how tight Eunil would feel around h…someone. 

But of course, any good leader would be this invested in his bandmates’ sex lives. He wants the best for them! Satisfied members means less fights! (A small part of his mind points out that he’d probably want to throw up if he heard Choonghyun jerking off, though.)

It doesn’t take long for Hankook to feel insane. He can’t take his eyes off Eunil during their dance practices, or the way Eunil tips his head back to drink water. The broadness of Eunil’s shoulders make him feel small and dainty, which he totally doesn’t like. Even Eunil’s nose becomes the point of some of his fantasies. He’s so preoccupied with Eunil that he starts to notice the small, strange faces he makes, or the witch-like quality of his laughs. 

He reaches a tipping point a few days later when he hears those same muffled groans from inside Eunil’s room. Going against all logic, Hankook raps on the door, shifting his clothes to hide his semi while waiting for the door to open. Eunil is again sweaty, face flushed, wiping his sweat away with a towel. He stands in the doorframe, looking at Hankook with a bewildered look on his face. 

Hankook pushes past Eunil to stand in the room and navigates around a few barbells and a workout mat on the floor. 

“Close the door,” he utters. 

Eunil obliges and turns back to Hankook. “Is there a reason, hyung?” He questions.

“I need to kiss you so fucking bad, Eunil,” Hankook blurts out. “You’re driving me absolutely fucking insane and I need you . I don’t care that I’m your leader right now, I want you so bad,”

Eunil blinks, doe-eyed.

He pauses for a moment before nodding.

Hankook wastes no time and pulls Eunil’s face to his. 

His lips are salty from sweat and his face is a little sticky in Hankook’s hands but he doesn’t care one little bit. His stomach is fluttering with nerves and he might be a little harder than when he first walked in. Eunil’s mouth is so soft and warm and wet but Hankook needs more .

Hankook slips his tongue into Eunil’s mouth and shivers when Eunil moans in response. He slides his hands into Eunil’s hair and tugs gently, smiling into the kiss at Eunil’s squeak.

He pulls back and Eunil’s eyes stay closed for another second before blinking open, slightly unfocused. His flush is much more prominent, trailing down his neck and chest peeking out of his t-shirt. Hankook reaches for Eunil’s shirt and rubs at the hem to ask for permission to remove it.

Eunil reaches down to pull it off himself, displaying his broad shoulders and sweaty chest. Hankook’s heart thunders as he lowers his face to Eunil’s chest and licks from his nipple up to his shoulder. His skin is salty, warm, and something unmistakably Eunil. 

Eunil shivers and grabs at Hankook’s small waist, his long fingers pressing into his skin. He sucks at a spot between Eunil’s jawline and neck while running his fingers through his sweaty hair. Hankook’s whole body feels warm.

Warm fingers run up Hankook’s stomach, pushing his shirt up with them. Hankook obliges by tugging his shirt fully off. It falls to the floor, neglected. Eunils’s blunt nails dig into Hankook’s back as he goes back to marking up Eunil’s neck.

At this point, he’s rock hard and wants to feel if Eunil is the same. He pushes Eunil onto his bed and kisses down his chest and stomach. Hankook pulls up to look at Eunil as he reaches down and presses gently against Eunil’s clothed crotch. Eunil jolts at the touch and looks at Hankook settling between his legs, chewing on his bottom lip. 

Hankook can feel Eunil’s heartbeat through his slowly hardening semi. It twitches under Hankook’s palm and he has to press down on his own boner to relieve some of the pressure. His jeans have little to no breathing room, while Eunil’s loose exercise shorts tent immediately.

Eunil starts pressing up against Hankook’s palm, grinding against it. His head falls back and he…he… whimpers . 

Hankook’s brain blanks out. His only thought, bouncing through his head, is the want, no, the need to hear more. He presses down again, harder, and Eunil whimpers again. It’s like music to Hankook’s ears. After hearing Eunil exercise he assumed that his moans would be gruffer, harsher. Instead, he sounds like he’s being fucked open. Between Eunil’s heavy breathing and little whines, Hankook thinks he’s been blessed. He must have been a wonderful person in his past life to be given the opportunity to hear an angel’s voice.

Eunil, waiting impatiently, starts to wiggle his shorts and underwear off. Hankook takes his hand off of Eunil to help tug his clothes off and watches as his flushed, hard dick is uncovered. 

Now, it’s not like Hankook hadn’t seen it before, but he’d never seen it like this . He’d never seen it so rosy, throbbing, and wet , just for him. He’d never seen Eunil’s face quite so scrunched up, so sweaty. He’d never been between Eunil’s legs before, everything on display for him and him only to see. 

Hankook grabs the discarded clothing and tosses them to the floor before pulling himself next to Eunil. He trails his fingers lightly down from Eunil’s lips to the very tip of his dripping cock. He wraps his hand around it, feeling how hot and heavy it is in his palm. The vein on the underside pulses as he slides his hand down it once, twice, three times. Eunil’s lips part and he whimpers, bucking into Hankook’s hand. 

“Please,” Eunil chokes out, eyes lidded. 

Hankook pulls his hand back to spit into it once before placing it back around Eunil’s dick. Choked sounds tumble out of his lips as Hankook rubs his saliva and precome up and down the shaft. It all starts to become too much as Hankook’s pants continue to restrict his own boner. He pops the button open and tugs them down while Eunil softly begs for Hankook’s hand back. 

Hankook is harder than he’s ever been in his life. He’s lightheaded and throbbing as Eunil’s whimpers are leading him way too close to the edge without even really touching himself. Once his pants are fully discarded, he settles back against Eunil’s side and continues to jerk him off. Eunil buries his face into Hankook’s neck and moans against his skin. Hankook shivers.

His breathing gets deeper and shaky, fingers curling into the sheets under him. 

“Hyung, hyung, can I cum? Please?” he whimpers into Hankook’s neck. “I need to, please, ”

Hankook hums out a yes and continues to stroke him, thumbing at the head and pressing into the slit. Clear precome dribbles out of the tip as Hankook works him. Eunil’s moans and whines become more frequent, desperate. His hands slide up into Hankook’s hair and tighten as he spills over Hankooks fist onto himself with a broken whimper. 

His body relaxes into the bed after a few seconds, and he pulls his hands away from Hankook’s hair. Splatters of cum trail from his navel up his chest, a few specks even landing on his chin and lip. Hankook, of course, leans down to lap some of it off of him while Eunil murmurs, “Hyung, hyung, let me take care of you,”

Eunil shakily reaches out to tug Hankook’s boxers down as Hankook licks the cum off of Eunil’s lips. The sudden cold air makes Hankook shiver for a second before warm heat envelops his length. Eunil’s gorgeous, large hands encircle him before he leans his head down and licks the tip. He slides off the bed and settles between Hankook’s legs, kneeling. His cherry-red lips and cum-stained torso are almost too much for Hankook. 

He slides his hands into Eunil’s hair and tugs as Eunil swallows around him. Soft moans tumble out of his lips. Eunil gently scrapes his teeth down Hankook’s length and works his tongue up and down. Hankook doesn’t think he’s ever had head this good, though it may just be his infatuation with Eunil spurring him on. 

Hankook feels Eunil whimper around his cock and looks down to see him jerking himself off as he swallows around Hankook. He moans at the visual in front of him, in awe that just sucking his dick was hot enough to turn Eunil back on. 

“I’m so close,” Hankook pants, feeling his stomach grow taut. His mind starts to white out and he squeezes his eyes shut as his release hits him before he can warn Eunil. He vaguely hears Eunil choke before the overstimulation hits. Eunil’s whimpers vibrate up his softening dick, so he gently pulls out and falls to the bed. 

When he comes back fully, he sees Eunil, still on his knees, hastily stroking his own cock with his eyes shut, head tipped back, and cum dripping from his lips. He watches Eunil jerk himself for just a few strokes before whimpering once more and splattering cum onto the floor in front of him. 

Hankook sits, entranced, as Eunil stands up and lifts his cum-covered hand and grabs Hankook’s face with it. He pulls Hankook’s face to his and kisses him, the lingering taste of Hankook’s own release on his tongue. He has to will himself to stay flaccid, the intoxicating smell of Eunil and sex enveloping him. 

“Hyung, I wish I could take a picture of you like this,” Eunil murmurs into his lips. Hankook agrees, but not of himself. He wants a picture of Eunil with cum splattered everywhere, flushed, hair messy, and completely bare to keep forever. He wants to look at it every second and remind himself that he did that . 

Hankook lets himself stare for just a moment more before starting to clean up. If I’m lucky, he thinks, this won’t just be a one-time thing.

The glimmer in Eunil’s eyes says the same thing.