⚠️ This oneshot contains smut, if you are a minor or uncomfortable with that genre please skip! ⚠️

"What?!" Yeosang's head snapped down, fucking up his eye makeup as he looked to their manager through the vanity mirror in front of him. His makeup artist clearly wasn't pleased, grabbing him by the jaw and forcing him to look back up while grabbing a makeup wipe to fix the large eyeliner streak that went over Yeosang's eyebrow. "What the fuck do you mean you can't get ahold of Wooyoung?"

"I mean I've been spamming his phone this past hour leaving multiple messages and calls and haven't heard a word back from him." The situation was stressful, Yeosang can see the creases above his manager's brows as he tried once again calling Wooyoung. All that did was bring him straight to voicemail. When his makeup was finished Yeosang bid the woman a small thanks and got up from his seat.

"You know what? This is okay." He was grabbing his jacket. "The hotel we're at isn't far. I'll drive down there and drag his ass here myself."

"Like hell you are!" His manager cleared his throat when his voice began rising. This wasn't Yeosang's fault. He shouldn't be yelling at him and taking it out on the poor boy. "You need to be up on that stage in ten minutes. The drive to and back is twenty! You guys worked too damn hard in this competition to miss it now."

"What am I even gonna do? Our song is a duet!" He threw his jacket to the ground when he was forced back in his seat so his hair could have some last minute touch ups.

"I don't know. Do something! I'm going to drive there myself to see where the hell that boy is. He better hope to whatever god is out there that he was struck by a semi truck for him to be missing my calls." Those last words were more mumbled as his back turned to Yeosang, disappearing from the dressing room and leaving Yeosang alone with the stylist.

"Great, fucking great." He wanted to smack himself in the face. Maybe if he did, he'll wake up to this sudden nightmare he was forced into. "This is fine. Yeah, completely, totally fine. I've sang this song alone before. I can do this without Wooyoung." Except that the times he sang alone were in the confinements of his bedroom when practicing on his own, never once had Yeosang performed solo in his years of his rockstar career. The stylist gave an apologetic look, spraying hairspray into his green and black hair and pushing his fingers through it to look purposely messed up. "When I find him, I'm going to choke Wooyoung out myself."

When his hair was finished, Yeosang was left to stress alone in his dressing room until he would be called onto the stage. He rolled his head back, letting out a loud sigh through his nose. He can solo, he was telling himself. They won't get possibly disqualified for Wooyoung's unprofessionalism.

There was a knock at his door. He didn't even bother to answer, because it had opened not even a moment later and when he opened his eyes, he really just wanted the world to create a black hole right underneath him and swallow him up. Maybe then he wouldn't be as upset as he was now.

"Hey Sangie~" San spoke in a flirty way, using his hip to shut the door behind himself and make his way to the older, walking around him and somewhat leaning against the counter of the vanity mirror.

"Please just fuck off already." Groaned Yeosang. San was one of his competitors, the lead singer in another band and ever since they both signed up for the competition they both were currently participating in, San always seemed to be on a mission to piss Yeosanag off as much as he could any time they came face to face with each other. "Seriously, go away. I have other things to worry about."

"Oh, what's wrong?" San feigned worry, tilting his head to the side and even jutting out his lower lip. He clearly wasn't taking Yeosang serious and in any other situation he would have ignored the other, but with Wooyoung pulling a no show, not knowing if the reason behind it could potentially be life threatening he really did not want to deal with San at this point in time. He stood up quick, rocking the chair back and nearly tipping it over and grabbed San by the wrist. "Wh— Hey!"

"I said leave! Wooyoung's not here, I have no idea where the fuck he is and I want just a little bit of peace and quiet before I have to perform on stage. Can you do me this favor just this once and fuck off?" San did not expect getting told off like this, as well as being dragged out, shoved out of the room and nearly tripping over his two feet.

"What? Wooyoung's not here? What about—"

"Why do you care so much? This can be an easy win for you guys. Now goodbye." Yeosang slammed the door in San's face. Luckily San took Yeosang's words to heart because he could faintly hear his footsteps growing distant as he walked off. Yeosang slumped against the metal door, wanting nothing more than to yell every curse word he could think of in the book. Maybe he could smoke a joint to ease him, because for the first time since he was maybe nineteen years old he was nervous to get on stage.

He decided against it. Maybe after his performance, he told himself while grabbing his leather jacket to top off his look. It'd be a good way to calm his most likely shot nerves afterwards. He shrugged his jacket on, doing a quick once over at himself in the mirror to make sure he looked fine before marching to the door and swung it open. Perfect timing, because his manager was on the other end of the door, hand lifted up to knock against its surface.

"No word from Wooyoung still I'm assuming?" Yeosang stepped past the door, pulling it shut behind him to follow his manager towards the backstage area, grabbing his bass guitar from one of the crew and tossing the sling over his shoulder. His manager only shook his heaad as Yeosang was ushered to the stage, the rest of his bandmates already on the stage and ready to go.

"Good luck." Jongho, their drummer called out as Yeosang went into position, Yeosang grumbling a small thanks, I'll need it before he took in a large breath. He did a little check, making sure the mic in front of him was properly working, and did a quick once around look at his bandmates, sending them apologetic looks when the black curtain began to rise and reveal the small crowd cheering them on inside of the club. Like the professional he was, Yeosang smiled to the crowd, fighting the urge to bite at his lip piercing (A shitty habit he's developed pretty much ever since he got it done at seventeen) as he stepped close to his mic.

"I apologize if any of you are fans of Wooyoung." Yeosang motioned to the empty spot next to him, where his best friend almost always stood when performing. "An emergency happened that prevented him from performing tonight. But not to worry, we'll do our best!" With those words Yeosang listened as the pre-recorded sounds of the lead guitar began playing to replace Wooyoung, the others and himself beginning to play in tow began he began to sing.

Yeosang knew he had an attractive voice, often singing in low octaves in the beginning of their songs knowing most of the time, that was how they really reeled in the crowd before Wooyoung would begin to sing, his own vocals being higher than Yeosang's. The sound wouldn't be right, but he had to make due as he sung his part. He always enjoyed playing on stage, no matter if they had one person in the crowd or tens of thousands (He could only hope they could get to that point one day), he'd put his all into his performances.

As invested as he was, he still heard the abrupt stop of the pre-recorded guitar before it began back up again. Maybe it was just a glitch in the equipment. That tended to happen on more than one occasions so Yeosang wasn't too worried, the crowd didn't even seem too phased from it either. When his part came to a stop, Yeosang took a deep breath, ready to start singing Wooyoung's part but that simply didn't happen. The small crowd's attention went towards the side of the stage, gasps and screams coming along as a sudden figure came into the light, revealing to be San as he stood in Wooyoung's spot, even borrowing Wooyoung's guitar and began to sing his friend's lines instead.

Okay.

what the fuck?

Yeosang's head snapped over, faltering a bit with he strings of his bass but not enough to completely fuck up, watching the way San casted his gaze swiftly to Yeosang, the biggest grin on his face as his eyes casted slowly down Yeosang's body while The touch of your hand, I want your leather-studded kiss in the sand easily fell out of his lips. San was a natural, like he practiced this same cover before, practiced the lines that Wooyoung sang. Yeosang wanted to punch that grin on his face as he went back up to the mic to start the duet part.

" I want your love and I want your revenge.

You and me could write a bad romance.

I want your love and all your lovers' revenge.

You and me could write a bad romance. "

To say he was shocked, no, astonished San was able to easily hit Wooyoung's notes. He knew San was a talented man, he wouldn't be so far into this competition like he was if not but he never stayed to watch his performances after finishing his own. His eyes never left the younger, even beginning in the second verse, this time San being the one to start. Again San was a natural, he looked like he belonged with Yeosang as they sang together. Even towards the end, San stepped closer to Yeosang, mic taken from its mic stand. He got close, real close, to the point of their foreheads touching each other's as his free hand reached around, gripping Yeosang's dyed hair while the other held the mic in between the two of them, making it obvious what San wanted Yeosang to do. Whether it was the grip San had behind his head, or the way he was so focused in on San's eyes, mesmerized and not wanting to look or pull away he sang into it like he wanted.

" I want your love, and I want your revenge.

I want your love

I don't wanna be friends. "

San joined in.

" Je veux ton amour

Et je veux ta revanche.

Je veux ton amour

I don't wanna be friends. "

San had a look in his eyes singing that part, Yeosang secretly had an idea what the reason was that was causing it, it almost felt like San was about to lean in and kiss him. Maybe he wanted that, maybe he wanted to get this over with and get the fuck away from him. The freaking out (Mostly from the women) in front of them finally broke him out of his trance, yanking his head out of San's tight grip so that they could finally finish up the song. The moment they did, everyone went crazy. They seemed more hyped up than ever, and maybe that was because they were digging the possible sexual tension coming from San and himself. Yeosang really didn't want to know. He was already scurrying off the stage before he could even thank them for listening, his face had gone red, hastily setting his bass down and making way right back to the safety of his dressing room, the door slamming shut behind him and pressing his back against it.

That did not just fucking happen, did it? He pushed himself off the door, heading for the couch in the middle of the room and fell over the backside of it, landing face first into its black leather and for sure smudging his makeup. Because he didn't hurry getting back to the hotel, he could hear the beginnings of the song performed by San's band, although loud it was muffled by the multitude of walls between Yeosang and the stage. Either way he ignored it, and really just wanted to calm his nerves down as promised before.

From his nerves his hands were shaking, adding onto his natural tremor of his hands and made rolling the paper more difficult. But Yeosang managed, lighting the joint and bringing it up to his lips and taking in an inhale.

He usually smoked with Wooyoung after every performance, but very clearly that wasn't happening this time around. He would have asked the others, but Jongho wasn't much of a weed smoker, and Yunho was most likely already returning home to his awaiting partner Mingi. With each puff, holding the smoke deep in his lungs and accepting that familiar burn before blowing it out into the air, at least he started to calm down.

But nothing lasted forever. He quickly hid the joint with his body when he heard the door to his dressing room opening and in came San, who's nose crunched up from the heavy scent of weed hitting his nose all at once. He looked around, finding Yeosang on the couch and shut the door behind him.

"What the fuck are you doing here?"

"Figured I'd come and get my thank you for helping you guys out there."

Yeosang brought the joint up to his lips, ignoring the way San walked around the couch and sat himself down on it. He only scooted to the opposite end, but as he brought the joint away, San had plucked out from his fingers, bringing it to his own lips to inhale what was left of it, blowing it out in Yeosang's direction. "Go ahead," San said, "I'm waiting."

Yeosang scoffed and stood up, going over to his vanity and sitting in the chair in front of it, reaching for his makeup removers to begin taking his makeup off. "No thanks. I didn't ask for your help." He started with closing his eyes and began rubbing off the eyeshadow. He heard faint footsteps and when he opened his eyes back up, San was now standing behind him, glaring at him through the mirror.

"Really? You would have struggled out there without me."

"I would have been fine." He began wiping around his eyes now, wiping the makeup off his birthmark before moving to his cheeks. "Im prepared for anything, even if that means going solo."

"I can't believe you." San scoffed, crossing his arms over his chest. He still didn't leave, irking Yeosang even more as he tossed the used wipe away.

"You can go now. Go find someone who can actually tolerate you."

"Mm." San leaned against the wall next to him and proceeded to chuckle. "No. I don't think I will. This spot in quite comfy."

Something with Yeosang just snapped, smacking his hands on the surface of the table in front of him and stood up, whipping around to face San. That smug look just made him so fucking pissed (and just a little horny). "Is it your job to just piss me off whenever we're in the same room together?" He started off while San pushed himself off the wall, taking the steps closer to Yeosang, causing him to back up, until his thighs pressed to the vanity table. "No seriously, is it your fucking goal to make my life a living hell? Because it's working."

San didn't respond immediately. He got close, too close for Yeosang comfort, their chests only a mere few inches apart. Then, too fast for Yeosang to process he leaned over, a hand on each side of him and places on the table, Yeosang had to lean back until his back pressed to the mirror behind him or else their faces would collid. "You're hot when you're pissed, so I make it my goal to piss you off just to satisfy myself."

His brows shot up at his words, mouth gaped open as San threw his head back with a loud laugh.

When his laugh rang in his ears that's when he began to move, using his hands to grab at San's incredibly broad shoulders to shove him back, but San simply wasn't having it, grabbing Yeosang's wrists and pulled them back, keeping his wrists in his hold and as Yeosang started to struggle, he stopped him by leaning forward and pressing his lips hard into Yeosang's. He gasped in the kiss, San took that opportunity to shove his tongue into Yeosang's mouth, the kiss turning hot and heavy real fast.

Yeosang wanted to fight, shove him back and tell him to hell out, but.. something, somewhere deeper told him to pull San close. And those words were yelling at him far louder than the first. He managed to pull his hands out of San's grip, one grabbed onto the tank top he was wearing, the other reaching around and gripping roughly at San's red and black hair, yanking at it and making San moan. The sound went straight to Yeosang's already half hard dick. He was shoved to sit on the vanity mirror table, his makeup and other things that were on it simply being knocked over and on the floor. His whole back was now flushed against the mirror as San's hands began to roam. San finally broke their kiss, both if their lips wet and red as he reached to the end of Yeosang's shirt and with a quick nod of approval from the elder her threw the shirt up and over his head, throwing it on the floor and his eyes darted down immediately to his chest.

"I never knew you had these pierced." San commented as his fingers ghosted over his nipples. Yeosang leaned slightly in the touch, half lidded eyes watching San as his eyes roamed down his body.

"Strip me down and you'll find another surprise I have hidden." Yeosang said, gaining San's interest. He was pulled off the table, to his feet where San not-so-gently unbuttoned his ripped jeans, shoving them to his knees and when his underwear came down too, Yeosang's cock spring free from the confinement and San's eyes shot open at the sight of his prince albert piercing.

"That's hot." San stated, taking hold of Yeosang's dick by the base. Yeosang's breath got caught in his throat from the feeling and let out a low noise when San started moving his hand, stroking him with slow movements. He even let his fingers slip over the head, over the slit and piercing and Yeosang cursed. San knelt down and stuck out his tongue, piercing out on display in the middle of it as he trailed it along the veins protruding from the shaft, all the way to the tip where he began tonguing around it, the metals of both of their piercings clashing with each other before San wrapped his lips around him.

It had been too long since Yeosang last had a blowjob, he nearly forgot how good it felt and San made it a goal to just show how good he was with his mouth in other ways. Yeosang's hand found itself buried deep in San's hair, gripping it tight as he tried keeping himself from bucking his hips up and potentially hurting San by gagging him. But there was no need for that, after a few shallow bobs of his head, San took in a long breath in through his nose, before diving in, deeping throating all of Yeosang's length until his nose pressed deep in curly black hairs. Yeosang's jaw went slack, head smacking roughly against the mirror behind him. It did hurt, but the pain against the back of his head didn't matter to him when San remained where he was for a little bit. Drool began to run down his chin before he lifted himself back up, until just the head of Yeosang's cock remained in his mouth and like before, toyed with Yeosang's piercing before he dove right back in. Yeosang's hold never loosened, his hips twitched on occasion, wanting to move them upward and San could tell he wanted to fuck his throat, so with one last bob he pulled away completely, swallowed the excess spit before speaking up.

"Do it."

Yeosang did not need to be told twice. He hopped off the table, and when San opened his mouth again he guided himself back into it. "Tap my thigh twice if it gets too much." He told the younger, given a thumbs up since his mouth was a little busy for a verbal response. He gripped San's hair again and began to thrust his hips forward, into San's warm mouth and both moaned from that. San remained knelt, hands placed in his lap as Yeosang had his way with him, fucking his throat as rough as he could (but occasionally he looked down at him just to make sure he was doing good). His movements became quicker, the only sounds in the room were of Yeosang's grunts and curses, as well as the small gags and gurgles coming from San. As good as he felt, Yeosang didn't want to cum just yet so before he could hit that peak, he pulled away from him entirely, cold air hitting his cock and making him take a quick breath.

San wiped the spit from his chin, standing up from his aching knees and grabbed Yeosang by the waist, forcing him to turn around and bent him over the table, his face squished against the mirror. "I assume no condoms and lube are available." He spoke up, Yeosang attempted to shake his head. From the mirror, he watched San place a couple of fingers into his own mouth, coating them with saliva and afterwards reached down to Yeosang's ass, using his thumb to spread his cheeks apart as best as he could while his other hand remained on Yeosang's back to keep him in that position. He tensed at the feeling of San circling his finger around his hole, slightly pressing into it until it gave in, taking in San's index finger.

"Fuck- shit-" Yeosang breathed out, fogging up the mirror as San slowly worked him open with one finger, adding another once he seemed ready for it. He wasn't exactly fingering him for his pleasure, measly just trying to work Yeosang open enough to be able to take his cock. He finally moved his hand from Yeosang's back, unbuttoning his own jeans and shoving them and his boxers down just enough to take it out, spitting onto the head and used his hand to coat is evenly before pressing his cock to Yeosang's hole. Though for a millisecond he didn't move, as if waiting for Yeosang to tell him to stop in any way, but not getting any of the sort, he began to move forward, groaning lowly when his cock slid right in. Yeosang himself squirmed under San as he kept moving, until his hips were flushed to Yeosang's.

He repeated multiple curses while San pulled back, and then slammed forward, causing Yeosang's legs to shake and eventually give out, putting all his weight onto the table and hoping it wouldn't break underneath him while he was getting the fucking of a lifetime. "Son of a bitch— go faster!" Yeosang demanded impatiently. San clearly wanted to give Yeosang the time to grow adjusted, as his dick was definitely bigger than his digits. The younger just raised a brow at Yeosang's demand, before he chuckled.

"Do you really think you're the one in charge here?" He teased, his hips rolling slowly and he seemed to go even slower. "Cause you're not. I'm about to make you my little bitch, so how about you just keep quiet and take what I give you."

In no position to argue, and he really wanted to, but it seemed San wouldn't give into to him if he demanded, maybe if he listened...

Yeosang nodded his head. San seemed pleased with the answer given because he started going faster again. Yeosang placed his hands on the table, desperately reaching around to grab onto something, but everything had been knocked onto the floor so he just had to dig his nails onto the surface, scratching at the wood. At one point, when San began to move at an angle he found his prostate, hitting that spot over and over and it was driving Yeosang mad.

San brought his hand into Yeosang's hair, gripping it hard and yanking his head until it was the only thing that was holding his body up. The burn and ache of his scalp caused an involuntary moan to come out of his mouth, it hanging open and he was forced to just watch himself bounce on San's cock. He looked fucked out, and he loved it.

"All it took was some demeaning words and thrusts to turn you into this." San said, snapping his hips up roughly and Yeosang moaned loudly." A greedy little cock whore. My greedy little cock whore. Gonna fuck you so hard you won't want any other cock than mine." He did it again. "What are you?"

His mouth remained gaped open, looking at San through the mirror, the man staring back at him and leaving a shiver down his spine. San looked so feral. He smacked his ass hard when Yeosang didn't answer quick enough. "Y-Your cock whore." Yeosang managed to speak once finding his voice. San smacked his ass again, although not as roughly as before, he still squealed nonetheless as San gripped the reddening flesh. "Your dumb... l-little cock wh-whore- ngh!" He was panting, reaching behind him to grab onto San in one way or another. His legs were sore with how long he had remained in the position and San had some sympathy for him because he stopped moving, swiftly pulling out of Yeosang and leaving him empty and lifted him up.

He was brought over to the couch, laid onto his back with San towering over him as he re-entered him. From this position he was able to see San directly as he plowed into him, grabbing at his biceps. He wanted the younger as close to him as he could possibly get, their chests pressing against one another as he reached around, grabbing San's hair and yanking him down for a kiss. It was messy and wet, tongues shoved in each others mouths and drool going everywhere. Yeosang could feel himself about to cum, but being so invested in their makeout session he couldn't voice it, just left to take what San was giving him until it drove him over the edge, back arching as he spewed white on his shirt and the exposed parts of his stomach.

With his orgasm he clenched hard around San and that seemed to do it for the man, pulling himself out and quickly jerking himself off until he was mixing his own cum with Yeosang's, drips of it slowly rolling down Yeosang's sides and landing on the couch (thank god it was leather).

"Holy shit." Was all San said after he finished, now limp in his own hand as he admired the man under him. "Damn."

"Is that really all you have to say?" Yeosang spoke through his panting, pushing back his sweat coated hair as he looked at the mess that they made together. San began to tuck himself back into his pants, standing from the couch and leaving the room, coming back just a few seconds later with wet paper towels and even wiped Yeosang down for him, getting what he could off of his shirt but the damage had been done already. In the meantime, Yeosang had lit a cigarette and had it currently perched in between his fingers while he was getting cleaned off.

"Wanna come back to my hotel room with me?" San said while he tossed the soiled paper towels away. "I got booze, we can drink and maybe even have a round two?" He wiggled his eyebrows in Yeosang's direction, the older rolling his eyes as he took an inhale of his cigarette, handing it over to San when he reached for it. "I have condoms and lube in my room too."

"We're stopping in my room first." Yeosang said while he sat up. San placed the cigarette into his mouth to inhale it. "I'm not going around wearing a cum stained shirt, which thanks a lot by the way."

"Hey, you came first." San shrugged, smoke coming out of his mouth as he spoke. Yeosang took the time to recover from what had happened, until his legs had stopped shaking enough for him to stand and pull his pants back up, zipping them up and reaching to grab his bag, tossing it over his shoulder.

Fortunately they both were currently staying in the same hotel, Yeosang residing on the third floor while San was on the fifth. As stated, they went into Yeosang and Wooyoung's shared room first, Yeosang being distracted by San's lingering hands as he grabbed his keycard, sliding it in the lock and opening the door, revealing a dark room. He flickered on the lights, expecting an empty room but instead found a head poking up from Wooyoung's bed.

"Wh— Wooyoung!" Yeosang pulled out of San's grip, now frowning as the man that had been the spiral of everything just slowly sat up, white covers falling and pooling around his torso.

"That's my name, don't wear it out." His voice croaked, sounding absolutely wrecked as Yeosang marched over, leaving San standing by the front door as Yeosang stood next to Wooyoung's bed, hands placed on his sides.

"Where the fuck were you?! Manager called and texted you dozens of times— You flaked out on us! And you look a mess!" Not only did Wooyoung sound like awful, he looked awful. His hair was all over the place, and nearly every inch of his skin was marked up with either a bite mark or a hickey. It was quite obvious why he missed out on probably one of the most important nights of their careers. "You mean to tell me you ditched tonight just for a quick fuck!"

Even with the scolding he was receiving by his best friend and bandmate, Wooyoung could only grin as he plopped back against the pillows, lifting his arms way up above his head to stretch them. "Not just a quick fuck with anyone, but I fucked Kim Hongjoong." He admitted, causing not only Yeosang but San to gasp at the news.

"Hongjoong? The Kim Hongjoong, that famous rapper?" Yeosang sat on the end of Wooyoung's bed. "Isn't he, you know, married to that infamous supermodel Park Seonghwa? You slept with a married man?!" Yeosang never knew Wooyoung would go so low! Apparently his expression was hilarious, Wooyoung letting out a laugh while he shook his head.

"Well, yeah technically. But I fucked Hongjoong with Seonghwa watching and eventally he fucked me. It was hot." More gasps came from the two, San now standing behind Yeosang and finally getting Wooyoung's attention. "And what are you doing here?" His brow raised while Yeosang turned around. Him and San made eye contact and with a sly grin, San turned to Wooyoung.

"We're just stopping by, Yeosang needed to grab some clothes before going back to my room." Wooyoung's eyes bulged out of his skull, them looking from Yeosang and San, then back to Yeosang.

"You guys are going to fuck?" He asked while Yeosang stood up, going over to his side of the room so that he could grab some of his stuff like he said, wanting to just ignore Wooyoung but San had other plans.

"Again."

Wooyoung was going absolutely mental, asking Yeosang just how he went from hating San with everything in his being to having sex with him, and all Wooyoung got was a see you tomorrow as he dragged San out of the room, rushing to the elevator before they could be followed by Wooyoung.

"Well I'll never hear the end of it." Stated Yeosang as the elevator doors shut, his head lightly smacking against the wall behind him and sighing through his nose. He shut his eyes for only a couple of seconds, but when he opened them San was all that he saw as the man now had him cornered, his hands being placed on Yeosang's waist.

"Oh well, that's something to worry about later." He placed his lips on Yeosang's neck. "You're mine for the night." He kissed and afterwards sucked along the skin. The feeling left Yeosang turning into putty in San's hand, letting him have his way with him until the elevator doors opened.

And maybe even after that night, Yeosang would be San's, but that's another thing he'll have to discuss and worry about later.