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If you had asked Kun if he would ever be in this situation, he would have laughed. Never in a million years did he imagine this would actually happen. Yet here he is, and to be honest, it still seems like a figment of his imagination, one of the many fantasies he has buried deep, deep down inside of him. But the whines Dejun makes is proof enough.
Kun pulls the man in his lap closer, hands underneath his shirt. He shamelessly roams the warm, smooth skin of Dejun’s back, trailing his lips against Dejun’s neck. He can’t keep the smirk off his face when he feels the younger man shudder at the action.
“Please, Kun ge, please more…”
And to think, this all started from an idea for one of their songs.
“I have an idea.”
“What is it?” Kun asks, directing his eyes away from his tablet and giving his full attention to his fellow member. Dejun stands in front of him, hands shoved under his armpits awkwardly, but a determined look on his face.
“I was thinking of doing something new for our part in ‘Kick Back.’ I want to really change it up.”
“Like what?” Kun’s intrigued now, leaning closer in curiosity.
Over the course of their performances for “Kick Back,” they had never explicitly discussed an action during “their” part. It was always spur of the moment, doing whatever they fancied to really rile up the crowd. Hands around each other’s nape. Or maybe bringing their foreheads closer together, almost touching. Last night’s performance was even more electric than usual, hands grasping each other’s arms and turning just so, giving a teasing, slightly suggestive angle to the fans. The memory of the resulting screams makes him smile internally.
“What if I grab you and pull you to me with your tie?”
What a bad time to take a sip of his iced coffee. It takes all of Kun’s willpower to not splutter his americano everywhere, instead choking it down with a hard swallow.
“Excuse me?” he barely gets out, coughing to clear his throat. He has to hear that again, because there’s no way Dejun said that. He’s totally pranking him. Did Ten put him up to this? Or Yangyang? Those two are usually the culprits for anything suspicious…
“What if I pull you to me with your tie? We could practice, so it’s not weird or awkward.”
Nope, it’s really Dejun suggesting this. And Dejun, as sarcastic and witty as he may be, cannot lie to save his life. He’s brought this idea to Kun with serious intention. It’s something he sincerely wants to do.
And well, it’s not a bad idea.
It’s actually exciting, but that’s not something he would ever admit.
Nodding his head, Kun answers. “Yeah, okay. Let’s do it.”
“Really?”
“If you think we can do it, why not? Like you said, it will change up the song, and show a different side to it. I think it’s interesting and something the fans would like to see, especially for the last day.”
The smile Dejun gives him is blindingly sweet, pleased that Kun thinks it’s a good idea.
“Great! Let me go get my stuff and then let’s practice. I’ll be back!”
It isn’t till Dejun has walked away that Kun fully realizes exactly what situation he’s gotten himself into.
Oh fuck.
This is so embarrassing.
It’s just the two of them in an empty room. They are wearing practice clothes, as they can’t get into their stage outfits too soon before the concert. But their practice clothes don’t have ties or any kind of long fabric to grab, so Dejun found a stray tie that belongs to someone (it seems inevitable that among twenty-something men, some clothing pieces get lost here and there). The tie lies awkwardly on top of his shirt, and Kun can’t stop fiddling with it.
“Okay, so just make sure not to choke me. My part is right after.”
Dejun gives him the biggest eye roll ever. ‘It's a wonder his eyes are still in his face,’ Kun sarcastically thinks.
“Do you think I’m stupid? I know,” Dejun grumbles, knocking against his shoulder.
“Yeah, yeah,” Kun elbows him back. “Just making sure. Are you ready?”
“Yup. Let’s start the music.”
Kun hits play and gets into his position. They start from the beginning, going through the movements. The choreography comes easy, muscle memory taking over. It’s only when Ten's part in the pre-chorus comes up, and suddenly it’s like his vision is snapped into focus. He sees Dejun strutting up to him, a fierce determination burning in his eyes and then-
The force Dejun pulls him with is strong. Too strong. Kun can only manage a gasp before they crash into each other, their foreheads smacking together hard.
“OW!”
“SHIT!”
Kun groans in pain. “Dejun,” he begins to slightly scold, rubbing his head. “The point is to pull us together, not give us a concussion.”
“I know, I know,” Dejun whines, muttering a quiet ‘fuck, that hurt’ under his breath.
“You okay? Your forehead is red,” Kun observes, bringing a hand to gingerly touch Dejun’s face. “I don’t think you’ll get a bump though.”
“Of course my forehead is red, it collided with your big forehead,” Dejun mumbles grumpily, cheeks red from embarrassment.
Scoffing, Kun lightly flicks him, before patting his hair in apology. “Let’s try again, but this time, not knock ourselves out.”
The younger man nods. “Got it.”
“I’m going to back it up to verse three. When you pull me in, you don’t have to pull too hard. I will come to you easily enough,” Kun directs, already setting the music back up. Dejun gets into position, and waits for his leader’s cue.
They do run through after run through. One try, Dejun doesn’t pull hard enough, so it ends with Kun too far away. In another attempt, the timing is off, and it runs into Kun’s line. Too stiff one run though. Too early. This last try, the frustration on Dejun’s face is obvious, and it’s affecting his confidence. Instead of their original plan, Dejun slumps against Kun’s shoulder wrapping his arms around his neck.
“Ugh, why can’t I get this right?” Dejun groans, huffing and sulking against Kun’s shirt. ‘Too cute,” Kun thinks to himself. He doesn’t dare voice this, lest it make Xiaojun even moodier.
“It’s not just you, I’m part of this too,” Kun consoles with a gentle pat on the butt. It doesn’t seem to make Dejun feel any better, becoming dead weight against him.
“Hey, look at me.” With a shake, he gets Dejun to face him. The sad look on his face reminds him of the kicked puppy look Bella gets when she gets scolded. Like father, like daughter.
“I think we’re thinking too much about this. Go with the music. Do what feels natural. You got this, okay?” Kun consoles, giving him a small smile.
Dejun doesn’t look totally convinced, but he looks more hopeful than before. “Okay. I’ll try my best,” Dejun answers.
The music plays once more.When it’s time, Dejun grabs the tie, bringing Kun to him. Except this time, a shift happens, and it’s like time has slowed down.
Their faces are close, too close, and Kun can see every little detail of Dejun’s face: the strong curve of his brows, the elegant slope of his nose, the thickness of his eyelashes. Dejun is beautiful, Kun has always known this, but it’s like he’s been struck by how utterly gorgeous he finds the other man.
There’s also something else, something inexplicable, overpowering and charging the air around them. It changes something between them, and by the shaky breaths from the younger’s mouth, Dejun can feel it too.
“Do it just like that,” Kun whispers, eyes flickering down to look at those mesmerizing lips so close to his own. Dejun blushes at his shameless staring.
The moment is broken when Kun’s phone rings. Jumping apart, Kun scrambles to retrieve his phone and pick up the call.
“Hello?, Yes, yes. Okay, we’re on our way.” He hangs up, turning back to Dejun. “We need to head back and eat lunch before getting ready for the concert.”
Dejun hums absently. “Yeah, let’s go.”
Neither of them talk about what just happened. Neither of them can stop thinking about it.
Concerts never fail to give him an adrenaline rush. The hectic scrambles that happen backstage, the brightness of the stage lights, the screams of the crowd, all of it pumps Kun’s blood.
But it’s the anticipation of his moment with Dejun that currently has his heartbeat pounding in his ears.
The cue for Kick Back starts in his inner ear. The moves are basically ingrained into his muscles and he dances and sings his parts. The first chorus passes, and each second that elapses is a countdown to what’s coming.
5
Hendery has just finished his rap, and now Dejun is pressed against Kun’s back, harmonizing perfectly with him. Just a split second of contact is enough for him to make him want more.
4
Ten has started his verse and as fluid and captivating as he is, Kun can’t bother to even spare him a glance, not with the way Dejun is dancing just a few meters away. The stage lights highlight the contours of his cheeks and makes the sweat glisten on his neck. He’s absolutely stunning.
3
They are walking towards each other now, and it feels like a magnet is pulling him forward. The glint of the fake lip ring on Dejun’s bottom lip is so stupidly alluring, it’s making him crazy.
2
They are almost at their meeting point, Dejun’s eyes blazing with determination. It makes Kun’s stomach stir in hot anticipation.
1
Dejun pulls his tie just like before, except it's the perfect mix of aggressiveness and confidence. They are so close, their mics get tangled for an instant and they share the same breath. It spurs Kun to grab Dejun’s chin, his fingers light and teasing, but with a promise of something more.
Oh and the look Dejun gives him. Kun won't be forgetting that look anytime soon.
On top of everything, there’s a thrill shooting down Kun’s spine at the fact there are people watching this, that they are doing this in front of everyone: their members, the rest of NCT and thousands of fans.
It’s absolutely exhilarating.
It’s a moment that has lasted forever and yet it’s over in the blink of an eye.
Too soon for his liking, they part and continue like the stadium didn’t interrupt in deafening screams. Instead, the show must go on, and Kun dutifully sings and dances his parts. They have their ments, perform their collaborations, and eventually bow at the end of the concert. It was a great show and Kun couldn’t feel more proud of himself and the members.
Yet in the back of his mind, he keeps replaying their moment over and over again, on an infinite loop. He wonders what Dejun is thinking now.
Tired and ready to go home, Kun is the first to go back to the van.
“Kun ge.”
Or so he thought. There in the back sits Dejun, looking at him expectantly. Despite the ample space in the car, he heads towards where Dejun waits for him. He settles close to the man, leaving no space between them.
“You did a great job tonight, gege,” Dejun praises him. The words are innocent enough, but everything else isn’t. The hand Dejun places on his thigh is a little too high, so hot he can feel it through his jeans. Dejun rubs his hand up and down his leg, and gives him a sultry look from under his eyelashes.
Forward and assured. It’s simultaneously cute and sexy. He mentally applauds Dejun’s boldness. But it urges Kun to show Dejun who’s actually in charge.
“You were amazing. You know how to put on a show. I think everyone’s eyes were on you,” Kun compliments. He knows flattery is the way to Dejun’s heart and the small smile on the younger man’s lips is evidence it’s working. “I know I couldn’t look away from you,” he whispers, shifting closer so he’s leaning right up against the smaller man, lips close to the shell of Dejun’s ear.
The delight Kun feels is indescribable as he watches Dejun react to his words. A shaky breath from Dejun’s lips and the squeeze Kun feels against his thigh is all that Dejun can do before the rest of WayV climb into the van.
This car ride is gonna be unbearable.
Kun has never been more thankful to have been assigned a hotel room with Dejun. There is no space in his brain to think of any excuses if he had to ask another member to switch, he has no capacity for any other thoughts, except Dejun, Dejun, Dejun.
And that’s what he says. “Dejun,” he groans, pushing the other man against the door as soon as it shuts behind them.
Desire courses through Kun’s entire body. He follows the feeling, pressing his lips to the skin of Dejun’s neck. The smell of sweat mixed with Dejun’s cologne makes him feel heady and high and he resists the impulse to leave a bruise on his neck. Instead, he trails his lips lower, down to the skin under his collarbones. A surprised Dejun lets out a gasp before relaxing and following Kun’s lead.
“Look at you right now. Bet you were thinking about this,” he breathes against Dejun’s skin, giving in to the urge and sucking a hickey. The smart part of his brain thanks him for choosing a spot that can be easily hidden.
“You were thinking about me, weren’t you?” he asks when he’s done, proud of the mark he’s left on Dejun’s previously unblemished skin.
“Yes, yes I was,” Dejun confesses, not even bothering to be coy. He’s too busy trying to take off Kun’s clothes, fingers clumsy and uncoordinated as he unbuttons Kun’s shirt.
It’s so cute and hot at the same time, the scrunch of his thick eyebrows at the frustration with Kun’s clothes, as well as the burning desire darkening Dejun’s eyes. It makes him chuckle, grabbing Dejun’s hands and holding them up above the younger man’s head.
“Kun ge,” Dejun begs, wiggling in his hold. He has nowhere to go, held up against the door in Kun’s grasp. His clothes and hair are rumpled and he looks utterly delectable.
He takes advantage of his upperhand. With one hand, he holds Dejun tight and with the other, he thumbs at the man’s nipple through his shirt. Dejun keens high, his hips bucking and grinding their bodies together.
“Don’t tease me, please, just kiss me,” Dejun whispers, sounding so sweet and adorable.
Kun does just that, nipping at Dejun’s lips, before pulling away as Dejun chases after him, yearning for more.
“You’re so cute,” Kun compliments, nosing Dejun’s neck. A needy whine is his reply, and it makes Kun go crazy. How can one be so irresistible? Dejun must know how much power he holds.
Kun pulls Dejun off from the door, and drags him closer by his waist. Dejun naturally follows him and falls into his embrace, already leaning forward to capture Kun’s lips into another kiss.
This kiss is even more desperate. Kun takes charge once more and leads the kiss, opening Dejun’s mouth with his tongue. The sound of Dejun’s whimper spurs him on to make the man make more of those delicious sounds.
While the kiss is happening, Kun is walking back, until he feels the bed at his legs and takes a seat. Dejun, shocked by the sudden change, falls forward, now straddling Kun’s lap.
“God, you are beautiful. Every inch of you is perfect,” Kun rambles on, his hands finding a way to roam under his shirt. He can practically feel Dejun preen at the praise, humming high in a wordless hint for more. He relishes in the soft give of skin at Dejun’s waist and how perfectly Dejun fits in his arms.
“You’re perfect too. The way you sing, the way you take charge. When you grabbed my chin like before…” Dejun trails off, already leaning forward to capture Kun’s lips.
“Oh, like this?” Before Dejun can, Kun stops him with a gentle, but firm grip. Dejun weakly struggles, before looking at Kun with wide eyes.
“What happened to that assertiveness earlier? That aggression when you pulled me to you? All you have done so far is just whine, so fucking needy for more.” Kun teases, tracing his thumb against Dejun’s bottom lip. His pulls Dejun closer to him, his roams over Dejun’s back, light and teasing. “Was it all an act?,” Kun asks, lips skirting just over his Adam’s apple. “Of course it was. You just wanted the attention. Well, now you got it.”
“Please, Kun ge, please, more,'' Dejun pleads, bringing their mouths together again. The whine on Dejun’s lips drives Kun to grind his hips up, drinking up all of Dejun’s beautiful sounds.
“You just love to be the focus of everything. We all saw how you kept unbuttoning your clothes. Showing your skin to the fans. You always love having everyone’s eyes on you. How did it feel to do that in front of all our fans? Did you like it?” He moves his hand to Dejun’s ass and gives it a squeeze, waiting for an answer.
”Yes, yes I did. But I liked it more when it was you looking at me.” Dejun looks purposefully down at him, eyes wide with honesty and lust. “I want you to look at me. To notice me. I want you to want me.”
The confession makes him melt, his heart skipping a beat. “I’m all yours. And right now, I want to do more than just look at you,” The shirt Dejun is wearing is getting in the way and Kun unbuttons it and slips it off, admiring the sight of a half naked Dejun.
“This time, I have an idea,” Kun whispers changing their positions. He slowly brings Dejun down, until his back hits the sheets and Kun is hovering over him.
“What is it?” Dejun asks breathlessly. His dark eyes look up at him, while his lips are red, shiny and swollen, parted with anticipation.
Kun smirks. He spreads Dejun’s legs to make room in between, and of course Dejun complies, just so easy and pliant under his touch.
“Let me show you.”