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Assistant: Title: you got me in danger, danger
        Author: soogyufey soogyufey 
        Chapter: 1/1 
        Summary: “cats got your tongue? maybe you're not satisfying me. you certainly haven’t been paying me any attention recently,” beomgyu says, still having the energy to be a brat. he tilts his head to the side and huffs. “maybe i should just take up his offer and go warm his bed instead.”it only takes a second before he’s suddenly on his back, pain blossoming from the harsh grip that soobin has on his shoulders. the older’s eyes are impossibly dark.“so you just want to be reminded of who you belong to?” soobin murmurs next to his ear. beomgyu can’t stop his shudder in delight. “because i can do that.”—or, the aftermath of beomgyu stretching on run jin.
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              “cats got your tongue? maybe you're not satisfying me. you certainly haven’t been paying me any attention recently,” beomgyu says, still having the energy to be a brat. he tilts his head to the side and huffs. “maybe i should just take up his offer and go warm his bed instead.”it only takes a second before he’s suddenly on his back, pain blossoming from the harsh grip that soobin has on his shoulders. the older’s eyes are impossibly dark.“so you just want to be reminded of who you belong to?” soobin murmurs next to his ear. beomgyu can’t stop his shudder in delight. “because i can do that.”—or, the aftermath of beomgyu stretching on run jin.
            
        

        
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          choi soobin and choi beomgyu, in better words, have a complicated relationship. they should technically be nothing to each other—even with the sensual kisses they share after a busy day, the soft touches that occur in cameras’ blind spots, and the pretty words that are whispered when nobody else is around.there had never been any agreements before their limbs entangled or explanations after heated nights. perhaps the both of them knew, even without words, that vunerabiltity cannot be afforded between their transactions, because it would make things so much more real. perhaps they were scared that if what between them becomes real, it would end just as quickly as it came.things were never meant to get so far. it was only supposed to be a quick f@ck, just a quick solution to pent up frustration between two best friends that had nowhere else to release it. they couldn’t go to clubs without the possibility of being filmed, and they couldn’t risk having someone leak their pictures or their information if they ever were to f@ck anyone else. both of them knew what they were risking the night that beomgyu fell on top of soobin after a long concert, his doe eyes half-lidded as soobin finally leaned in to steal a kiss. both of them knew that this wasn’t supposed to become anything.at least it wasn’t, until beomgyu appeared on run jin.choi soobin has never been very expressive regarding his negative emotions. as a public figure, and someone known for being an introvert, he usually manages to bubble those feelings inside of him, only letting it show when he’s alone.however, when he watches the new episode of run jin from his sunbaenim and sees beomgyu stretching, arching his back in front of the camera like a wh@r@ for millions of people to see—he can’t help but feel the bitter taste of jealousy painting his tongue.there is nothing that should tie beomgyu to him, he tries to tell himself as his phone shook from his tightening grip.soobin takes a deep breath and backs the video a couple of seconds to rewatch the same clip, and the fire in his throat ignites once again. he feels like he’d just drank 3 shots of whiskey with the way his jealousy burns a trail all the way from his throat to his esophagus, making itself a home in his stomach.beomgyu doesn’t belong to him, so why does he feel so sh@tty? is it because the public is finally getting a glance at what soobin has been granted witness to for the past year in darkened closets and rooms? “oh, hyung,” a playful, melodic voice appears behind him, and soobin nearly jumps out of his own skin. “are you watching the new run jin episode with jin sunbae-nim and i?”there is nothing that ties him to me, soobin repeats like a chant inside of his head. he prays that he doesn’t look as crazy on the outside as he feels on the inside. he turns around from his spot on the polished floor of the hybe practice room, looking up and meeting doe eyes.f@ck. his hair is so fluffy. soobin might just kill himself before he manages to do anything else.“of course i am,” he finds himself finally saying, secretly proud of himself for saying coherent words instead of just urghhh eughhhh hhhh pretty boy. “who else is going to keep you in check? you barely did any real work. is all that working out you’ve been doing just for show?”he finds secret delight in the reaction he’s able to pull out of the younger, at the pout that appears shortly after his critique and the way beomgyu immediately steps into his space.“yah! you know that it’s just all played up for the viewers!” beomgyu says, tapping a foot to make his point. at this angle soobin can almost see under his shirt, at the expanse of the pale skin of the younger’s stomach and the nearly faded mark that soobin had made a few nights ago. his teeth itches for another taste.  “if i did well that’d just make it a doc@mentary, not a variety show!” he bends over after his final sentence, pointing a finger accusingly at soobin.he looks like he’s trying to corner the leader, like a cat preying on its next victim, but soobin is sure that if beomgyu was able to read his mind, he would come to find out that the roles are actually reversed. but soobin is one to play with his prey, so he answers with, “will tonight be a documentary, then?”beomgyu stiffens and soobin nearly grins when he can see the flush climbing up the blond’s neck. the younger glances around to make sure nobody else is watching before he bends over.“we’re in the practice room! what’s wrong with you?” he hisses, scandalized. soobin leans in, putting an arm around beomgyu. if anyone else were to walk in on them right now, it’d just look like they were having a friendly conversation instead of dirty talking in the hype practice room. thank god soobin has experience dealing with beomgyu in the public eye—the latter has flustered him like this way too much in the past for him, it’s about time he gives his payback.seductively, soobin whispers into a reddened ear, “i thought you liked to do things out in public?” his lip brushes against beomgyu’s earlobe deliberately.it does exactly what soobin wanted. beomgyu flinches back, but the older can see the effects that his words had on the younger, apparent from the barely visible—but still there arousal attempting to push against tight jeans.“y-you—” beomgyu sputters out. his eyes scan around before it falls onto soobin’s phone, on the screen that is still lit up upon the android and the scene paused on it. he sees his own body arched out, and he finally understands.a mischievous glint appears in round, brown eyes. soobin finds himself suddenly dreading what’s about to come next. he’s seen that glint before multiple times, on weverse lives and on todo, during long practices and boring car rides. it’s the look that appears in choi beomgyu’s eyes before he decides to do something absolutely heinous.“is that what it is?” a head tilt. he almost looks cute like a puppy, and soobin would’ve pat his head if it weren’t for the evilness in the action. he briefly wonders if moas would believe him if he said that in the current moment, beomgyu looked more like a devil’s incarnate more than any cute maltase or bear.soobin nearly jumps when he feels a movement on his thigh and he glances down to see delicate, long fingers trailing its way up his navel in a slow, deliberate pattern of swirls. it’s meant to tease and it works, soobin’s breath coming in short as he glares up at the blond bent over his.“i’ll find you in your dorm room later,” beomgyu says, looking at soobin from beneath his lashes. f@ck. who the f@ck decided to give a boy devil such long lashes? they clearly didn’t keep in mind how one certain choi beomgyu would be able to abuse that feature. soobin wants to gobble him up already. “come on, stand up. we have another interview later. keep it in your pants, hyung.”he stands up, brushes off his pants, and leaves the room. soobin curses. that minx.—choi beomgyus has had many, many insane h@rny thoughts his entire life, going from minor fantasies of kissing to being pulled back and railed until his mind melts, but he’s never felt as crazy as he does right now.he doesn’t know what makes this interview so utterly unbearable compared to the hundreds of other interviews that they’ve had before, but the blond genuinely felt like he was going to lose his mind and his d@ck if the interviewer asks him even one more question about his daily habits or dating status. i have a friends-with-benefits relationship with a guy that i’ve had a crush on for the past seven years. he holds his tongue. please, shut the f@ck up, he doesn’t say either. i just want to go get railed by said crush.“there’s nothing in mind,” he says instead, leaning forward in his seat with fake cheerfulness. “nobody that i’m interested in either.”the interviewer, who beomgyu has seen eyeing him up earlier, leans forward as well with a leering grin. “someone as pretty as you must have lots of admirers though, right?” his gaze makes beomgyu’s skin crawl. beomgyu, as a known pretty boy, has been in the industry enough to become very familiar with the i want to f@ck you look. however, this one, in particular, was a little too obvious and beomgyu can already see the critiquing comments from moas that will be underneath this interview video. beomgyu can practically feel soobin’s gaze burning into his skull. he knows he shouldn’t push, but the feeling of what's going to come next if he does makes him feel like he was possessed with something so much more than what he can handle. he bats his eyelashes at the interviewer and fakes a giggle.“you think so?” he tucks a piece of hair behind his ear bashfully. “you’re making me blush.”“of course!” hook, line, and sinker. the man practically has hearts bubbling out from his eyes. “in fact, later—“ a slam. beomgyu glances to the side to see soobin fixing himself, his head having fallen from its position on his palm. the interviewer, having snapped out of his blubbering, clears his throat and quickly continues with another question.beomgyu has to hide his smile by biting his lips. this isn’t how he usually acts. it's like he wasn't even himself, like he’s possessed—but to be fair he hasn't been himself since that one night with choi soobin a couple of months ago when he decided that he was ready to risk his entire career just to have a quick f@ck with his best friend. eventually, it turned less into a one-time thing and more into a f@ck whenever we need release type of thing. soobin kisses him with a fervor of teeth and pain, with the intention to hurt and bruise for days to come. it is nothing like the softness that beomgyu is used to. he’s used to being worshipped and held with care like he was delicate glass. his former partners’ touches never lingered, were never important enough for beomgyu to remember. they approached him with the underlying fear that he would break with a single tap.soobin isn’t overly cautious, or even really nice either. he’s mean, tauntingly biting into beomgyu’s bottom lip until crimson leaks and pulling at blond strands in all the right ways that beomgyu would’ve never known before. soobin treats beomgyu like he wants him to break.if beomgyu was an angel, soobin was his temptation. the devil that knocks on his door in the middle of the night, claws out and whispering sweet, honeyed words.it takes beomgyu a while to realize that he doesn’t mind the fall. it takes him even longer to realize that he had already bitten into the forbidden fruit, it’s juices coursing through his veins. there is no going back from falling with his wings tucked around him, welcoming him into the depths of hell. it was addicting to finally be able to touch his crush after what felt like a lifetime of struggling to hide his feelings. it was like a dream come true, a taste of heaven that he never thought he’d attain.honestly, despite everything, to beomgyu it didn’t even matter if soobin only saw him as a bed partner because then at least they were something—and something was better than nothing, right? at least then even as beomgyu struggles to bite down the i love yous that threaten to bubble up from his lips, even as he forces himself to be silent after each session, soobin will still be his friend.even when he looked longingly at his best friend’s sleeping form, wishing that things could be different, he’ll forces himself to walk away just to maintain what they still have. if he loses soobin due to stupid, untold feelings, he might just die. he might just crawl into a hole and live there forever. he’ll have to tell moas that he’s going to go solo, and that his next concert will be an ice cave in antarctica because there is no way he is going to go anywhere near choi soobin after getting rejected.beomgyu likes to think that he doesn’t overreact. or get jealous, in fact.no, he doesn’t feel like killing himself whenever he saw soobin brushing or gazing at another person. he didn’t feel like his heart was going to fall to the pits of his stomach whenever yeonjun and soobin did fanservice in front of moas, like the time they reenacted scenes from a kdrama—it definitely didn’t leave beomgyu up that night, biting his blanket and screaming silently in frustration. soobin didn't belong to him. they were only f@ck buddies. maybe even less than that. it's not like he had any ownership over him. choi soobin didn’t belong to him.but the fact that soobin was looking at a clip of him stretching, so absorbed within it that he had it paused right at the scene—a sense of delight filled beomgyu. it washed over him, painting his throat with honey. finally, he felt like he had the upper hand, when he had spent so long chasing after someone who he had long thought was unattainable. now, it felt like he finally caught his prey in the web he had long curated. he felt powerful.he felt like he was on top of the world.after the interview finally ended, he took a quick shower and he walked into the dim room soobin and him shared.  he found soobin working on his laptop, not giving beomgyu a single glance even as he went to sit on the bed beside him. annoyance fills the maltase.was soobin not anticipating for this moment as long as he had? had he been mistakened..? has his desire consumed his vision so entirely that he managed to mistake his own excitement for something that soobin had shared? embarrassment climbs up his neck and beomgyu bites his lip, feeling mortified.he takes in a deep breath and instead of making it known that he was there, he decided to keep his attention off soobin, going on his phone instead.tonight, no matter what, he’s not going to make the first move.he feels the bed shift beneath him. so soobin has finally noticed him, he thinks, scoffing internally. in the corner of his eye, beomgyu can see soobin shutting his laptop down and arches an eyebrow at the younger.“why do you look so annoyed?” he says.“what do you mean?” beomgyu asks, annoyed. soobin scoffs. “you didn’t give this attitude to the interviewer from earlier.” the jealousy in his voice wasn’t hidden, and beomgyu feels a small peak of hope.“I was tired from that interview,” beomgyu fake yawns, stretching his arms above his head. the hem of his shirt rises, revealing his navel. he can almost hear soobin audibly gulp. he’s too easy. “maybe I should just go to sleep.”soobin is silent for a moment.“you want to go to sleep? after what you did?” his voice is thick with malice and something else, but beomgyu must not have a strong sense of danger because he pushes on.“what did I do? I didn't do anything.”“don't play this game with me. you know exactly what you did.” soobin pauses. “I didn't know you were so cheap.”beomgyu gapes at the wording, not expecting the vile words to come out of the mouth of someone who looks like the “nation’s first-love.” sure, he has heard soobin’s fair share of horrendous insults when they played video games but nothing like this.he ignores the way it makes his ears heat up. “what the f@ck, hyung? cheap?” soobin shifts to the side and grabs beomgyu’s arm, lowering his head until they’re face to face, eye to eye. “don’t act dumb. you know exactly what I'm talking about… giving those looks to the interviewer.” soobin’s eyes have a glint in them that only appears whenever he’s bullying beomgyu in bed, and the latter gulps. “you didn’t even look back at me. you’re already moving on?”he leans in, breath hitting beomgyu’s cheek. “am I not enough for your hole that you need somebody else?” beomgyu’s cheeks grow red. “you..!” he hisses, pushing soobin back. soobin stumbles back onto the bedding, his hands blocking the fall behind his back. “why does it even matter to you if I did go to look for somebody else? I don't belong to you!” he’s lying, but soobin doesn’t have to know that. he still persists, the feeling to bite back in his chest not fading away. he wants to see how angry he can get soobin, how much he can push until enough is enough. anticipation builds up as he continues.“cats got your tongue? maybe you're not satisfying me. you certainly haven’t been paying me any attention recently,” beomgyu says, still having the energy to be a brat. he tilts his head to the side and huffs. “maybe i should just take up his offer and go warm his bed instead.”it only takes a second before he’s suddenly on his back, pain blossoming from the harsh grip that soobin has on his shoulders. the older’s eyes are impossibly dark.“so you just want to be reminded of who you belong to?” soobin murmurs next to his ear. beomgyu can’t stop his shudder in delight. “because i can do that.”despite the heat building up within the bottom of beomgyu’s stomach, he persists in pushing, “you don’t own me. you won’t even let anyone know about us.”he knows they can’t—he knows that if this is out, their careers are over. but beomgyu wants and wants and wants, he yearns for the feeling of being collared down and spoken for—and he shudders when he glances to the side and sees the reaction he has pulled out of the older man.“so that’s what this is about?” soobin pushes a leg between beomgyu’s thighs and the blond shivers at the burning heat it brings against his c@nt. he scoots back to escape the delicious friction and ends up with his back against their headboard. “you’re acting out because you want people to know who’s f@ck@ng your sl@tty hole?”beomgyu finally whimpers at the close contact, at the dirty words and the way soobin’s fingers begin to make their way inside his shirt. he shuts his eyes. soobin’s cold touch leaves behind a trail of goosebumps in its trace, until it reaches its destination—a pink bump that he quickly abuses with a flick. beomgyu’s eyes are forced open as he gasps at the sharp pain, and soobin quickly takes advantage of this by locking their lips together.desperate moans attempt to escape out of the blond’s mouth, but soobin greedily swallows it all up, making sure that his tongue fills all of beomgyu’s senses. by the time they part, beomgyu is left gasping with swollen, ruby-red lips. a string of saliva connects them.“you want to know something funny?” soobin murmurs. “you act like such a brat… but you already look so f@ck@d out just from a kiss.” beomgyu is too dazed from the kiss to react, and soobin scoffs as he grinds up, and another moan is forced out of the younger.“did you enjoy it?” he continues without stopping. beomgyu lets out a confused whine. “the cameras on you? on your body as you arched down in front of everyone like a sl@t?”beomgyu feels his face heat up. “i’m not… a sl@t..!” he grits out, his mind finally catching up. he pushes soobin’s chest with his hands to make a point. he’s about to do it again when soobin suddenly snatches up his smaller wrists, and beomgyu only has a second to admire the way soobin’s big hands engulf his before they’re pinned above his head, right on the wooden headboard of their bed. “really?” soobin taunts, his black bangs falling in front, preventing beomgyu from seeing the look in his eyes. but he’s sure that they’re smug. soobin has always liked the way he manages to overpower beomgyu, despite the fact that they’re both unathletic. f@ck@ng pervert. beomgyu hates him, and how utterly turned on he is by this. “the way you’re leaking all over our bed sheets tells me otherwise.”and beomgyu hates him because he’s right. he hates him because he can feel the effects that soobin has on him, in the way that his c@nt pulses in delight every time the older’s fingers twitches against his pale skin. he’s practically leaking like he’s starved.the blond inhales sharply, swallowing his embarrassment.“you think you’re the only one who can make me like this?” he retorts, arching an eyebrow. beomgyu relishes the way soobin’s expression darkens, in the thrill that takes over his body when he feels the grip on his wrists tighten until it hurts. he knows he’s not supposed to want it—they have a photoshoot tomorrow—but he hopes it bruises. his mouth waters. “aren’t you getting too ahead of yourself, soobin hyung?”something’s poking him from below. pervert, beomgyu thinks, distastefully.he’s caught off guard when he’s suddenly shoved to the side, maneuvered so that he’s now lying down—wrists captured by only one of soobin’s big hands and his hyung’s entire body positioned between his legs. distracted from the sudden movements, beomgyu doesn’t notice soobin’s other hand making its way down until he’s suddenly zapped with a flick of pleasure.soobin’s breath is hot on his neck as his fingers play with beomgyu’s clothed cl@t, mouthing kisses onto soft skin, “is this what you wanted?” he murmurs, grazing his sharp teeth against beomgyu’s collarbones. the younger bites down on his gasp, shuddering. “for me to ruin you? do you want me to ruin you, beoms?”beomgyu is suddenly all too aware of the slide of his pants down his thighs, of his hips being propped up and his panties shoved to the side. he thinks he’s prepared for the finger tracing across his most intimate area but he’s wrong—soobin shoves a finger into his aching c@nt, and beomgyu throws his head back, letting out a noise that is nearly just as embarrassing as the sound of his wetness as soobin begins to pump his fingers in and out.“tell me, gyu. are you enjoying this?”he’s relentless. beomgyu shuts his eyes when he feels soobin suddenly add another digit, the coldness of it contrasting against the heat of beomgyu’s insides. it feels so, so good. “n—nngh—“ he whines, pushing himself back down onto those fingers when soobin suddenly slows down. “why—why are you—““i asked you a question,” soobin says smoothly. he’s still moving his fingers, but it was horribly slow. one of them suddenly finds a spongy spot, a soft area that he barely pushes down on and beomgyu whines with such desperation that soobin is momentarily taken back.“don’t stop,” beomgyu begs, struggling against the hand still holding his wrists captive. his face is blushed pink from pleasure, his brown eyes big and watery, and soobin swallows. he looks so, so beautiful. how can someone look like that? “please, don’t stop, hyung, please—“there’s a pause, like time has frozen, before soobin begins to relentlessly thrust his fingers into the spot that he had found. beomgyu’s back arches and god, he sings, his moans beautiful melodies that wash against soobin’s skin. beomgyu thinks he sees stars against his eyelids as soobin continues pressing into his g-spot, abusing it.“please, please, please,” beomgyu begs, eyes watering. “love—i love it—“ soobin leans down to nip at his neck, pressing soft kisses down to his chest. he stares at beomgyu’s still-clothed torso distastefully before taking his finger out of the blond—beomgyu whines at the sudden emptiness—and ripping his shirt off.“what the f@ck?” beomgyu finally registers what just happened. he ignores how utterly hot that was. “hyung, that shirt was expensive!”“hyung will buy another one for you,” soobin replies nonchalantly before his teeth clamp down on beomgyu’s nipple. beomgyu feels himself cry out at the pain, and soobin licks around the nip like it’s candy in reimbursement.“you’re so sweet, gyu-ah,” he says, biting downwards and beomgyu knows that soon he’ll have small bruises in the shape of crescents along his torso. “so sweet for your hyung. and only your hyung, hm?”even with the electrifying pleasure, beomgyu still has the coherence to grit out, “not, not just for you.”soobin pauses. beomgyu only has a moment to feel his heart quicken before he suddenly cries out. soobin is inside of him. the hot rod fills up every sense of him. soobin has let go of his wrists and his hands are now on both beomgyu’s thighs, spreading his legs impossibly wide with a tight, bruising grip. there was no further prep and the stretch was so delicious that tears ran down beomgyu’s cheeks. soobin reaches up to lap up the tears.“so pretty when you cry. you just love being a brat, don’t you? didn’t i tell you that i’d show you who you belong to?” a hard thrust. beomgyu sobs. “tell me. who do you belong to?”“i—i belong—“ another harsh thrust. beomgyu feels so hot. it’s like his entire body is being lit on fire, like his entire soul is being entirely consumed by soobin. “f@ck, hyung.”“does my baby feel good?” soobin murmurs, drops of sweat dripping from his forehead onto beomgyu’s chest as he throws the younger’s legs over his shoulder and pistons his c@ck impossibly deep inside of beomgyu, forcing out whorish moans that echo throughout the room. he prays that the hotel room is soundproofed enough that they can’t be heard, because the wet squelch of their bodies connecting is so loud.another shove, and soobin’s c@ck connects with the spot that makes him see stars. it feels like heaven. beomgyu gasps out, and his @rg@sm hits him like a truck. “hyung!”“you feel so good, darling.” soobin ignores the protests that beomgyu whines out and continues to overstimulate the spot that makes beomgyu cry. “you’re made for me. and i’ll show everyone. i’ll f@ck you right in front of those cameras.”“so you’ll know you’re mine.” a hard thrust.“and mine only.” another one.“no one else’s. my puppy. my slut.” he sticks his fingers inside of beomgyu’s mouth, and the dazed blond immediately sucks.“mmph—i’m—i’m yours.”soobin groans, and warmth fills beomgyu’s c@nt, spilling into his deepest parts. the older collapses on top of beomgyu’s chest, ignoring the blond’s half-hearted protests.“pervert,” beomgyu mutters once the both of them catches their breath. his thighs twitch and he can feel soobin’s cum spill out of him and the older’s smirk against his collarbone.“next time, let’s film it.”beomgyu scoffs, ignoring the warmth in his chest.—“hey, gyu?””hm?””will you be my boyfriend?””oh, what the f@ck. all it took was me stretching on a variety show?””is that a no?””it’s a yes, hyung.”'
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