"Oh!"

"Fuck!"

"Right there!"

Jisung stirred awake from his afternoon nap. And to his misfortune, bangs and moans were the first things he heard.

"Ugh..." he rolled his eyes. Which two of the members were doing this now?

"Y-Yongbok..." a voice groaned. He seemed to have hissed.

Jisung raised an eyebrow. The voice, more like a growl, sounded strange. He didn't recognize it. He didn't know who the person was.

Prepared to storm to younger's room, he stopped. The sounds fell quiet. Jisung ran to his bed and pressed his ear to the wall. Sure enough, whoever was with his friend must've stopped.

Curious and nosy, Jisung ran to his door, opening it with a slight crack until only his left eye could see.

"...call me later," Jisung heard Yongbok whisper at the door.

"I know." The second male replied.

Jisung cringed at the kissing sound before he heard the bedroom door close. Then footsteps came down the hall.

It was too fast to see, but Jisung caught a flash of purple hair and broad shoulders when the man left their dorm.

...

"Who was that?"

"Ah!" Yongbok shouted. He hugged his sheets closer to his body. "You're back from practice! W-Who are you talking about?"

"I never left. I was sleeping while you... were with whoever that guy was. Who was it?"

Yongbok looked down. "San," he quietly replied.

"Choi San?! The one from-" Jisung stopped. "Are you two dating?"

"What? No. Of course not. He doesn't want anything to do with dating. Neither do I."

Jisung frowned. "Oh."

"Besides, it's weird. Especially because San's slept with most of our group and other idols too."

"Not me."

"No, not you. You're always too busy sucking Minho."

Jisung didn't find an answer to that.

"Well? Did you hear much? Do you want me to tell you how it went?" Yongbok asked. Jisung shook his head — he wasn't sure what to do.

"You want his number?"
~

Several glasses clinked together at a long table. Sixteen males sat around, laughing and chatting away with each other. It was the first time they'd done this; now that they were free from any corporate rules, they could have a well-deserved dinner.

San looked around when he thought he could feel someone's eyes on him. Yet everyone was talking or busy eating to focus on him.

"Hmph." He proceeded to half-eat and half-check his phone. He chuckled at what he saw on screen; San liked to entertain artists who yearned a night with him. Contrary to what they thought, he wasn't that easy to convince.

Again, the feeling returned.

San snapped his head up to see who it was.

"What? Put your phone away," Hongjoong scolded. "We're eating with our seniors."

San sighed and stuffed his phone away. He quietly kept eating, cursing his leader out in his head.

"Not my fault you're kissing Chan's ass-" San looked off to meet someone's eyes. His mouth folded into a smile.

"Hi." He tilted his head by a slight angle. "Jisung, right?"

"Yeah."

"Cute."

"Huh?"

"Cool."

Jisung nodded, flustered. Why did he have to sit in front of this man?

San leaned forward. His voice very notably dropped a few notches. "Let's get to know each other."

San knew exactly what Jisung was looking for. The way his eyes gazed with gloss was enough to show the desperation rising inside him. San had a notion for this stuff; plenty of idols have watched him with it before. Seniors and juniors alike.

What could San say? He was irresistible. He exuded perfect relationship material.

To most of the artists' dismays, though, San wasn't looking for a relationship. And it was ideal because Jisung wasn't on the search for one, either.

"Excuse me." Jisung pushed his chair back and started to leave.

"Excuse us." San got up to follow as well. No one minded, so interested in their conversations instead — except Yongbok, who tilted back in his chair with a grin.

"'Not me,'" he recited quietly.

Jisung stepped into the men's bathroom with solid red cheeks. His hands flew to his face, rubbing them up and down as if they could brush the color away.

Click.

San leaned his back against the door before crossing his arms. All he wanted was for Jisung to turn.

"So?"

Jisung exhaled a breath and turned. San quickly scanned his face. Then he leaned in.

"What are you looking for, baby?"

"A night with you," Jisung answered softly. "Just one."

San dropped his posture to place an arm around Jisung's waist. His eyes slightly widened in surprise just as his other hand felt the younger's body. How small it felt. Yet how fleshy it was. San fantasized how it would look without any clothes to hide it.

"Let me give you a taste." San dipped his head then paused just before Jisung's lips. "Is that okay?"

"Yeah."

Jisung felt his breath leave his body once their lips touched. With just the single touch with his index finger under Jisung's chin, San made him kiss back.

The heat increased as both grew more lustful and desperate to touch. San pulled the boy over to the sinks, where he instructed him to sit. Jisung followed the orders.

"Good boy," San praised in a hushed tone. Once more, their mouth collided again. This time it went faster and rougher than the last. A simple nip at Jisung's bottom lip was enough for San to gain access.

Just at the same time, Jisung felt the man's two hands settle on his thighs. They pressed down before pushing up the sleek leather material of his pants.

Jisung felt his lungs expand when their kiss broke. Even a thin trail of saliva followed them as San backed away. Hot.

Further, did San's hands rise as his lips moved the opposite way. He paused at Jisung's neck where the submissive moaned; an ideal spot.

"M-More!" he pleaded as San pulled on his skin using his teeth. He followed the act by swirling his tongue on the area and assuaging the pain.

Then Jisung's hands gripped San's hair.

San grinned with ardor. "It was just a rub, babe."

"Mm," Jisung moaned. "Just keep doing it, please."

San used his thumbs to apply more pressure on Jisung's growing erection. He could feel the male's hands pulling his scalp in response.

"A-Ah." Jisung cursed at himself for his reaction. To be close to his peak from some mere touches? How pathetic it would look in front of San. How would the older react to such a scene?

But San paused. "Hold it for me, baby, just until we get there. You'll love it." He gently rubbed a thumb across Jisung's jaw.

His charming yet dominating atmosphere. It sucked Jisung in even more; he both despised and loved it.

"San, let me..." Jisung nodded suggestively. His face perfectly matched the tone. Cheeks were rosy red, mouth in a slight pout. Eyes were half open and begging for more.

"...We're leaving without you!" a voice shouted. Several knocks came after.

"Ugh." San scratched the back of his head. He turned to Jisung and kissed him one more time. "My dorm tonight?"

"I'll be there."

"You better be." He smirked and helped the younger down. While in the hugging hold, Jisung stopped to stare at San.

There was something profound in there. Jisung wanted to discover it.

So he couldn't wait for later.

the author prefers to leave this oneshot as it is. the rest is your imagination ;)