I'm All By Myself, but it's all good.
omg did I really write this
sob written in Lollidella-Dream's ask box
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Kwon Jiyong groaned as he walked into his room from a long day at the studio. Absently ruffling his hair, glanced at his bed before walking over to it and sitting down on the edge of it.
Yawning a little, he lazily tugged off his shirt and tossed it to the side before catching his reflection in the mirror across from him. Cocking his head to the side, very slightly, he traced his own features with his gaze.
Even after a long day of writing and fumbling around with tuners, yelling at the other members on choreography, he didn't look like complete hell.
Then again, did Kwon Jiyong ever look like hell? Smirking slightly, Jiyong picked up his hand and dragged two fingers along his jaw, admiring how defined his facial structure really was. Almost subconsciously, he dragged his fingers down, along his neck and tilted his head back, still keeping his eyes on his reflection.
He groaned again, and bit his lip, this time for a completely different reason. Letting his hand travel across his chest, he traced his most recent tattoo by his shoulder.
His hand had found its way to his waistband, and he was fingering his waistband, keeping his eyes on the mirror and watching his own hand slip into his jeans after quickly unfastening them.
A moan left his lips before he could help it as the leader curled his hand over his length, giving himself a light squeeze and willing himself not to close his eyes from the pleasure.
Keep your eyes on yourself.
It was the only thought crossing his mind as he jerked his wrist slightly, twisting it before pumping himself, slowly. He watched himself as he bit down on his lip again, and swallowed.
His adam apple bobbed and fuck, he was really sexy, wasn't he? Another twist of his wrist and his breath hitched, picking up the pace with his hand.
His eyes fluttered shut after a moment, just revelling in the feeling of his hand moving quickly along his cock before he forced his eyes again. He looked a bit more flushed this time, the tip of his ears slightly red and he was getting a bit breathless.
"F-Fuck.." He managed to gasp, keeping his hand on himself and then palming at his tip, groaning a little. He shifted in his position, tugging off his jeans and boxers quickly and kicking them to a side before glancing at his hand in the reflection.
His fingers wrapped around his cock, he stared for a moment, slowing down his movements to give himself a slight squeeze. He could even see the way his knuckles popped out just that slightly at the simple movement, and bit back another swear before starting to move his hand again, quicker, faster.
He looked back up at his face, licking his lips as they had gone dry and trying to keep quiet as he felt himself tensing up, forcing his eyes on himself.
And then the door flew open and he froze altogether. He glanced up at Ri stood there with a cup of coffee on a tray-
CRASH.
Well, not anymore. Jiyong let out a very unmanly scream, mixed with some kind of whimper and flung himself off the bed, ducking off to the side and grabbing at his jeans.
"GET OUT, GET OUT, GET THE FUCK OUT!" He heard himself screaming amidst completely mortification and the maknae said something in a really high pitched voice before slamming the door behind him as he fled.
...How the fuck was he going to explain that to anyone?