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Wooyoung was an interesting human being, to say the least. The more Yeosang observed him, the more there was to him. He was the type of person to make everyone's head turn when he walked in to room, the type to melt anyone's heart, the type your parents warn you to stay away from yet steals every parent's heart by the end of the day.
The moment Yeosang first saw Wooyoung across one of the training rooms of BigHit, his eyes widened as he took in the younger boy's frame. To simply put it: Wooyoung looked beautiful but the most mesmerizing part about him was how well he got along with everyone in the room.
He was talking to Yeonjun- possibly the most promising trainee for the line up of the upcoming boy group. Yeosang always had trouble keeping up a long conversation with Yeonjun as he was always intimidated by his high status. But to see the other boy talking to Yeonjun so freely, laughing along to conversations was intriguing.
As their conversation came to an end, Wooyoung looked around and found Yeosang staring at him. The latter quickly looked away. Wooyoung only smiled and made his way to Yeosang.
"Hi. My name is Wooyoung," he extended his right hand.
"Uh... I'm Yeosang."
"That's a cute name. How long have you been training for?"
"Not- not that long?" Yeosang was nervous. He wasn't sure if he should converse with someone who was so friendly and outgoing.
"Me either. Let's be friends, Yeosang," Wooyoung 's smile was truly blinding.
Yeosang only nodded awkwardly.
At first, he thought Wooyoung was mocking him and was probably going to bully him. After all, a friendship with someone as charming as Wooyoung was too good to be true.
Yeosang was a shy boy with limited social skills and Wooyoung was everyone's ideal type (whether it was for friendship or romantic feelings).
But it turned out, Wooyoung was as pure as he was charming. He introduced Yeosang to everyone he knew and included him in every conversation. On occasions where other trainees made fun of Yeosang, Wooyoung was in front of him, telling them off for talking about his best friend.
Wooyoung kept him safe, built his confidence up and helped him socialize more.
Yeosang's parents adored Wooyoung and asked the latter to take care of their son. There was a period of time When Yeosang's parents were worried about their son entering the entertainment industry due to him being too naive. But Wooyoung seemed to have ease their worries.
There was so much Yeosang wanted to thank Wooyoung for. Yeosang's world lit up every time he was with Wooyoung. To put it simply, Wooyoung made Yeosang realize home wasn't a place; but rather a person.
Wooyoung got more beautiful with each day passing. He was clingy, he liked to bite people in order to show his adoration and laughed with his whole body. Yeosang observed him as much as he was allowed to, admiring him from every angle.
As days passed by, Yeosang couldn't get enough of Wooyoung. He would never admit it but he wanted their hugs to last longer. He wished for the younger to cuddle him just a bit more during their movie nights.
Yeosang couldn't explain the emotions he was feeling when Wooyoung did certain things. He desperately wanted to figure out why he felt butterflies in his stomach when the younger placed small kisses on his neck during their cuddle sessions.
He no longer questioned why Wooyoung was doing what he was doing. In all honesty, none of Yeosang's other friends have ever cuddled with him the way Wooyoung did, let alone give kisses to his neck. None of his friends clung onto him like a moth to a flame the way Wooyoung did. But these actions made Wooyoung so obviously Wooyoung.
He stopped thinking about these a long time ago. He only questioned why he was feeling the certain emotions that came out of these actions. Why did those actions make him extremely happy when he hated skinship?
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One evening, after staying over at the BigHit building to get some extra practice on dance, Yeosang decided to get some snacks for him and Wooyoung for their movie night.
Once he made his way to the dorms, he quietly entered their shared room, afraid of waking up the younger- in case he had decided to take a nap. As he opened the door very slowly, he heard the younger boy moaning. The sound caused those butterflies to return to Yeosang's stomach as he tried to figure out what his friend was doing.
He quietly approached the bed and noticed the younger was turned away as his entire body was under the blanket. Little moans slipped through his lips and Yeosang still couldn't figure out what Wooyoung was doing.
"Woo?" Yeosang asked, voice barely above a whisper, "Are you hurt?"
Wooyoung quickly sat up, the blanket still covering his bottom half as he looked at Yeosang with wide eyes.
"Wha- no, no I'm okay. I thought you wouldn't be back until 8," Wooyoung said, eyeing the clock that read 7:19 pm.
"Practice ended a little early. I brought snacks for our movie night!"
"Oh- okay. Thanks. Um..."
"What were you doing? Are you okay? You seem nervous?"
"I was just, you know, beating it out I guess."
"Beating what?" Yeosang was innocent most of the time, too innocent for his own good.
"You know- like pleasuring myself," Wooyoung looked down, a little embarrassed.
"Oh- like um, jerking off?"
"Yes."
Yeosang was quiet for a few seconds and Wooyoung's heart was beating fast. He wasn't sure why he was so nervous about something that was very natural.
"Isn't that a sin?" Yeosang almost whispered.
"Maybe? I don't know. I'm not that religious."
"Oh... okay. I will be in the living room. You should... um- finish that?"
Yeosang left hurriedly before Wooyoung could say anything.
As he sat on the couch of living room, he questioned whether it was really worth committing such a sin. The church he grew up with made it very clear he were to grow up, find someone to marry and only then was he allowed to have release through sexual intercourse.
Yeosang, of course, did not want to judge anyone who didn't grow up/ maintain the same teachings as himself. He wondered if everyone did the things Wooyoung did.
If Yeosang was really paying attention, he could hear the younger whimpering very low from their shared room. He did not understand why he wanted to be there and listen to the sounds Wooyoung was making.
The older also did not understand why he suddenly had a bulge in his pants the more he thought about and heard Wooyoung. It made him embarrassed and frustrated.
Yeosang decided to skip their movie night, coming up with some lame excuse of needing more dance practice and fled to the company building where he spent more time thinking about Wooyoung.
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Since that night, Yeosang avoided Wooyoung in order to figure out what was happening with himself. He knew the younger could see the shift but he tried to ignore the situation all together.
His days were filled with dance practices, vocal lessons and various media training classes. He was always too tired after a full day of work and would go straight to bed at night.
The next time he had a proper conversation with Wooyoung was three weeks after he found the younger jerking off.
Yeosang was laying on the floor of their dance room after an excruciating 6 hours of practice.
"Yeo?"
His head jerked up to find Wooyoung only a few feet away from him.
"Where is everyone?"
"Everyone left. Practice is over. Are you okay?"
"Yeah, sorry I zoned out," Yeosang said before sitting up.
"Are you mad at me?" Wooyoung took a sit next to his best friend.
"N-no."
"Don't lie. You have been avoiding me. We haven't done movie night in three weeks because you are always busy. I saw you talking to the other trainees, but not me," Wooyoung's voice was small.
"I- I'm not mad at you. I'm just trying to figure somethings out."
"Is it- is it because of what you saw that night? I am sorry if you are uncomfortable with me doing that in our room."
Yeosang sighed.
"It's not that. I just- I thought it was a sin to do... that. But I am not mad at you or judging you or anything. You have your own belief systems. But- it's just... I felt- never mind, forget it," Yeosang got up to leave but Wooyoung was quick to his feet as he grabs the older's arms.
"Sangie... please, you are my best friend. I want to understand what's going on. If you're not mad at me, what is it?"
"I felt bothered."
"By me jerking off? Look I will never do it in our room again."
"No- I felt bothered like- hot and bothered. I heard you moaning and- I wanted to be there. But I know that's stupid. Because I am not supposed to feel this way and- I'm sorry. I'm really sorry, Woo," Yeosang had tears at the corner of his eyes, threatening to fall anytime.
"Sangie, look at me- please," Wooyoung held the older's face between his palms, "It's okay if you felt that way. It is very normal."
"No- you don't understand. I was- My dick was hard when i heard you moaning. That's crossing the line, right?"
Wooyoung felt his own cock hardening at Yeosang's confession.
"Sangie... I think you are attracted to me. Or maybe you are attracted to those physical things... and that's okay."
Wooyoung knew the older was very innocent and haven't had much experience in this. He wanted to be gentle and lead him to understand his feelings.
"But I've never... I shouldn't."
"It's okay. You don't have to do anything you aren't comfortable with. But I want you to understand your feelings, okay? Now tell me more about your feelings."
"Okay... I like you I think? More than as friends. I like when we spend time together and when we cuddle or watch a movie. I know it's not right-" Wooyoung interrupted Yeosang.
"Hey, you are allowed to feel whatever you feel okay? There is no such thing as right or wrong when it comes to this type of feelings."
Yeosang nodded before continuing, "I also liked when you were moaning and I- I pictured you touching yourself that night and I was really hard. It scared me a lot. I haven't felt that intense feeling before. I don't want to ruin our friendship and I don't want to disappoint my parents. I know people are more open to liking more than just the opposite genders now days but I'm just so fucking scared. I'm sorry," Yeosang buried his face at Wooyoung's neck as he continued to sob.
Wooyoung rubbed then older's back gently while letting out small reassurances.
"Sangie, I don't want you to apologize for feeling what you feel anymore okay? You're valid. It's okay to be selfish and seek out what pleasures you."
Yeosang nodded, his face still hidden in the crook of Wooyoung's neck.
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After his talk with Wooyoung, it gets better for Yeosang. He no longer ignores his best friend and things go back to normal. He comes to term with his sexuality and tries to accept himself for loving who he wants to; he actually does a good job at it especially with the help of Wooyoung.
Him and Wooyoung spends more time together and their bond gets even stronger. The older still gets urges to touch Wooyoung or kiss him or even just hear his moans but he pushes those thoughts away.
That is until Yeosang once again comes home early from his practice once day and hears Wooyoung's moans as he gets closer to their room. Yeosang knows he should turn around and wait at the living room or go out somewhere but he just can't help it.
He wants to hear more, he wants to witness Wooyoung's face as he falls apart.
With every inch of courage he has ever had, Yeosang pushes the door open and makes his way to Wooyoung's bed. Wooyoung stops his movements once he hears footsteps nearing.
He looks up to see Yeosang only a few steps away from his bed, his fists clenched as his eyes raked over Wooyoung.
"S- Sangie, sorry. I thought you wouldn't be here til later."
"It's- it's okay. I just- can I watch?" Yeosang asks, voice barely above a whisper. He knows it's not a good idea but he just can't help it.
"Y- yeah," Wooyoung scoots over, giving Yeosang enough space to sit down on the tiny bed.
The younger goes back to pumping his hard dick with his right hand, his eyes closing at the feeling of relief. Yeosang's eyes shift between Wooyoung's face and his hand palming his cock. His throat feels dry and his hands itches to touch. Touch anything- Wooyoung's face, his naked chest or his cock.
"Young ah," the moan slips out of Yeosang's mouth. Wooyoung snaps his eyes open to make eye contact with the older. Even though he is fully clothed, Yeosang looks wrecked.
"Take- take off your pants, baby," Wooyoung chokes out and Yeosang scrambles to get his sweats off.
Yeosang inches closer to Wooyoung, way too turned on for his brain to work properly.
"Sangie," Wooyoung lets out as he fastens his pace.
Holy shit.
Yeosang's brain completely shuts off at Wooyoung's mention of his name. He doesn't want to hold back anymore.
"Youngie, I - I can't."
Wooyoung stops jerking himself off as he inches closer to the older.
"What do you need, baby?" Yeosang could only moan as Wooyoung asks him the question.
"I don't know. Anything please."
Wooyoung reaches out for Yeosang's cock, slowly wrapping his hand around the girthy length. Yeosang gives into the feeling of euphoria and lets out a loud moan.
"You like that?" Wooyoung asks as he slowly starts pumping Yeosang's cock.
"Y- yes, please."
Yeosang closes his eyes, unable to keep them open. His head lolls back as tears pool at the corners of his eyes. It feels incredibly good.
"Baby, look at me," Yeosang opens his eyes to find his best friend inches away from his face. He lets out a lewd moan.
The younger takes the initiative to slot their lips together and they both let out a moan. Yeosang clings on to Wooyoung's lips, scared he won't get to kiss him ever again. Wooyoung keeps a gradual pace jerking Yeosang off.
"Youngie it's too much," Yeosang lets out.
"It's okay baby. You can let go."
Yeosang's breathing picks up as a unique feeling rolls in his stomach. He has never felt this specific feeling before. He panics for half a second before getting distracted by Wooyoung's lips on his.
"Young ah, it's- it's coming," Yeosang lets out as the feeling in his stomach intensifies.
"You are doing so well, baby. You can let go," Wooyoung fastens his pace. Yeosang looks absolutely angelic as he hitches on his breath.
The older chants Wooyoung's name like a mantra as he falls apart, strings of cum shooting out. His lewd moans make Wooyoung harder (if that's even possible).
It takes him a couple of minutes to come down from his high. Yeosang opens his eyes to see Wooyoung smiling at him.
"You okay?" Wooyoung asks gently.
"Better than okay," Yeosang smiles.
Yeosang's eyes travel to Wooyoung's hard dick and he remembers the younger was focused on him.
"Can I touch you?" Yeosang asks, his hand already half way towards Wooyoung's cock.
"You don't have to," Wooyoung flashes his beautiful smile again.
"I want to," Yeosang whispers.
"Y-yeah please."
Yeosang takes a hold of Wooyoung's cock and instantly lets out a loud moan. It feels good- too good to finally hold what he has been thinking about so much. He gives it a slow stroke.
"Fuck, Sangie..."
Yeosnag feels like he is on cloud 9. Wooyoung sounds so beautiful- so wrecked.
"Sangie, faster please."
Wooyoung's whiny voice sends chills down the older's spine. Yeosang can't believe he is so lucky. He can't take his eyes off of Wooyoung. Wooyoung is noisy and it's beautiful to see him falling apart.
Yeosang picks up the pace and strokes Wooyoung faster. He gets subconscious momentarily, knowing he doesn't have much experience.
"Is this... okay?" Yeosang asks.
"So good, baby. Your hand feel so good. Better than- ah- better than when I imagine them to jerk off," Wooyoung lets out in between pants.
Yeosang blushes at the thought of Wooyoung pleasuring himself to Yeosang. Wooyoung's moans get louder and whinier and it goes straight to Yeosang's dick. He is suddenly overcome with a desire to ruin the younger.
He wants to touch him everywhere, leave marks all over his beautiful skin. Yeosang imagines being inside of Wooyoung and groans at the idea.
"Sangie, Sangie please- fuck. I'm gonna cum. I'm gonna- fuck, I'm gonna cum."
"yeah? You gonna cum?" Yeosang's voice is deeper than Wooyoung has ever heard it before, "Gonna cum for me?"
"Yes, please yes, Yeosang, can I cum?"
Yeosang groans at how vulnerable Wooyoung is when in this condition.
"yes baby, you can cum. Cum for me, baby," Yeosang has never felt so powerful in his life, knowing he is the reason Wooyoung is falling apart so beautifully.
With just a few more strokes, Wooyoung cums, his breathing ragged, his face flushed, eyes closed and small moans escaping his lips. Yeosang takes a mental picture of his best friend and decides he will see his Wooyoung like this again, no matter what.
"That was really- really good," Wooyoung says as he catches his breath.
"Yeah, it really was."
Yeosang can't believe the things he just did in the last half an hour.