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Jungwon peeks through the door that was left slightly ajar. Inside, he saw his Sunoo-hyung, standing in front of the mirror, putting on a face mask while dancing to “Tell me” by Fifty fifty.
Now, there are many things to notice: his hyung’s pretty face, his hair pushed back with a bunny hairband and his lush, pink lips in an adorable pout. Sunoo is so incredibly pretty, his face and body should be insured and regulated. Those are thoughts Jungwon would willingly share to anyone when asked.
But then there is also… Sunoo’s sinfully tiny waist. And his—as Jay once defined it—callipygian ass.
Jungwon isn’t as eloquent, so ‘great’ would suffice.
Sunoo has a great ass.
With his eyes, Jungwon traced the smooth, peachy underside peeking out from the tight and tiny pair of shorts that his hyung was wearing. Jungwon didn’t stop himself from looking longer, and even if he wanted to look away, those cheeks bounced in a way that was far too mesmerizing.
Damn, I’d fucking hit that.
“Ehem,” someone clears their voice from behind him, interrupting his thoughts from going further down the gutter.
Jungwon turns and finds Sunghoon standing with his arms crossed, brows knit in a way that is supposed to make Jungwon know he was caught red-handed.
The younger answered with a cheeky grin. He was ogling Sunoo again, for the nth time, and what about it?
Scoffing, Sunghoon walks past him, making Sunoo turn towards them, his face covered entirely with a thin white sheet. Jungwon tried to hide his smirk.
Yeah, I’d cover that face with something white too.
“Sunoo-yah,” Sunghoon bellows, loud as usual as if Sunoo wasn’t just a few paces away, “do you want to go skiing with me and Jake?”
Jungwon scoffs to himself as he follows Sunghoon inside.
It was an obvious ploy by Sunghoon and Jake to get his Sunoo-hyung to themselves. Everyone knew that skiing was always going to be an overnight affair.
Sunoo thought for a moment, cocking one hip to the side, then walked a few steps towards his side of their shared wardrobe. Naturally, where Sunoo’s body goes, Sunghoon and Jungwon’s eyes would follow.
“I guess I could go, Jay-hyung bought me this jacket that I hadn’t gotten the chance to wear because it’s a little too thick. It’s gonna be good for skiing,” Sunoo smiles to himself, running a hand down the surface of the white puffer which Jungwon immediately assumed to cost the same as a brand new car.
Spoiling his Sunoo-hyung was Jay’s tactic, and it irritates Jungwon that no one could beat Jay at treating Sunoo like a princess.
Yes, they were all down bad for Sunoo. It was knowledge that was shared amongst the six of them: Jungwon, Heeseung, Jay, Jake, Sunghoon and Riki. And they had all agreed that may the best man win.
Although winning Sunoo over hasn’t been an easy undertaking since, the fox-eyed boy can be too hard to read. He was nice to everyone, always so sweet and inviting. There are days when he would just spend his entire day on his bed, watching dramas and ignoring all of them, but then there are also days when he would just disappear. Lo and behold, they’d find out he’s hanging out with some fellow I-land trainee or some boy from another idol group that had somehow gotten ahold of his Sunoo-hyung’s number.
And then there was their dynamics as a group, which has gotten a bit complicated in the last few years; everyone and their mothers know that Sunghoon was Sunoo’s first crush (first love, according to Sunghoon), a fact that their resident Ice Prince never failed to boast about. Then there was also that thing between Heeseung and Sunoo, a will-they-or-won't-they situation that still haunts Jungwon like some disease from the middle ages threatening to make a comeback.
Sunoo loves Jake’s face the most, likes Jay’s company the most, and fusses over Riki the most.
We’re all a bunch of thirsty animals, it’s a fucking jungle out here.
And if it isn’t obvious enough, there’s a plethora of material to prove it. The stuff they see on Tik Tok and Twitter, oh man. Sometimes Jungwon plays with the thought of how their fans would react if they knew their so-called delusions were the actual truth.
Of course, Jungwon loved the Sunwon edits. Though he wishes there were more people who can see the effort he puts in.
To be honest, it irks him to no end that Sunghoon and his Sunoo-hyung were the most popular ship, those two need only breathe within a foot of each other and people would lose their shit.
Meanwhile, Jungwon had been chasing Sunoo around since I-land, had blatantly asked Sunoo out with a song, eyed Sunoo’s thighs in front of thousands of people on that one live (he didn’t intend for that to happen, he just wasn’t able to help himself), laid claim over Sunoo when he told the older to ignore that one friend (a stalker, really) who won’t stop calling, all while making sure to act reliable and gallant around Sunoo all the damn time and some people still had the audacity to call him Sunoo’s little brother?
Wake up people!
Seriously, fuck that shit.
It’s probably one of the reasons why Jungwon’s fantasies were still fantasies to this day.
That’s not to say that Jungwon was a hopeless case.
After all, he is the favorite.
He is the favorite.
Did Jungwon say he is the favorite?
“So you’re going with us then?” Sunghoon was smiling so hard Jungwon could practically see his gums.
“I guess so—“
Without a second thought, Jungwon ran towards the bed and wrapped his arms around Sunoo’s waist, turning to look up at his Sunoo-hyung with a pout.
“But hyung,” Jungwon deliberately whines, “you promised me last week we’ll stay in and watch a movie today.”
“Oh Wonie,” Sunoo pats his head, giggling “I did, didn’t I?”
Jungwon buries his face into Sunoo’s stomach, rubbing his cheek on the material of his shirt and inhaling the older’s sweet, citrusy scent.
“Sorry Sunghoonie-hyung, I’ll join you two next time.”
And just like that, his Sunoo-hyung wasn’t going anywhere.
If hubris was made man, it would be Yang Jungwon.
Sunghoon lets out a breath of disappointment, Jungwon looks at him from under his hold on Sunoo and throws Sunghoon an arrogant smirk.
That’s right, Sunwon is the superior ship, motherfuckers.
“Fine, but promise that you’ll come with us next time.”
“I promise.”
“Promises are meant to be broken,” Jungwon cuts, and Sunghoon discreetly gives him the finger, standing tall by his leg where only Jungwon could see.
Sunoo chuckles, patting Jungwon’s back. “I’ll come, Sunghoon-hyung. You can even kidnap me if you want to.”
Sunghoon grins, one would think out of happiness at being assured, but really, the man was clearly enjoying the thought of manhandling Sunoo and being given the permission to do it.
Jungwon rolls his eyes, choosing to focus on today’s victory instead. Just the thought of having his Sunoo-hyung so close to him under the blankets is enough to get the blood pumping to his head… both heads.
His hold on his Sunoo-hyung tightens, the tips of his fingers grazing the dimples at the bottom of Sunoo’s spine; the soft, plump skin dipping at the slightest pressure.
Fuck.
Jungwon wants to fuck him so bad. He’s thought of fucking Sunoo in the shower, in the car, in the waiting room of music shows, behind the mobile bar on that particular rooftop during the afterparty of the Prada show when damn Manu Rios was getting a little too friendly with his Sunoo-hyung.
Jake said Sunoo was a mindblowing kisser, while Sunghoon spilled that Sunoo was a mindblowing sucker. Heeseung, that lucky, lucky bastard, was all too happy to share that Sunoo was a mindblowing fuck.
And Jay… well he already knew all three. Did that bother Jungwon?
Not in the slightest bit. He only wanted to fuck Sunoo even more. But when he does, he will claim him.
To hell with topping the Billboard charts or headlining Coachella.
Having Sunoo all to himself was the ultimate dream.
Sunghoon finally leaves the room, humming some tune from a Tik Tok challenge that has become popular these days.
Jungwon doesn’t let go, instead, he ever-so-subtly breathes on the exposed sliver of Sunoo’s toned stomach, biting his lip as he feels the older shiver.
“So Wonie-yah,” Sunoo says, “what are we watching?”
He looks up to meet Sunoo’s gaze, his lustful thoughts hidden beneath a pair of bright, adoring eyes and fluttering lashes.
“Ponyo,” Jungwon smiles as if he’s not thinking of bending his Sunoo-hyung over and railing him senseless.
“Ponyo?”
“Yup.”
Because later my hands will be all up ponyo.
“Okay,” Sunoo shrugs, tapping the face mask he has on with his pretty, pretty fingers.
I’d totally suck those.
Sunoo wiggles in his grasp, trying to escape, and Jungwon takes the chance to better feel the curves of his waist.
“Let me go so I can make us popcorn.”
Jungwon shakes his head, “No.”
“Please, Wonie? I’ll put extra butter in yours,” Sunoo laughs, lightly pulling at Jungwon’s hair, fingers threading through his scalp in slow, lazy strokes.
Jungwon lets go.
Not because he likes his popcorn cloyingly buttery (he does) but because a little more shift in movement and Sunoo would’ve felt his already hard dick through his sweatpants.
“I’ll be right back,” Sunoo rubs his nape gently, waving at Jungwon as he steps away then waddles out to the kitchen.
Jungwon keeps his head in between his knees. He could take care of himself now, but he’d rather save it for later when he finally asks Sunoo for that long overdue coming-of-age gift that Jungwon has been saving for this exact moment.
He knows he’s gonna get what he wants, what he’s been wanting for a very long time. How is he so sure?
Well, his Sunoo-hyung has never denied him anything, and he never will.
Simply because Jungwon is his favorite.
And that, my friends, is how you know you’ve won in life.