190 words that I had to get out while I was writing the first chapter of something that promises to be an actual, chaptered story.
Seunghyun was not in denial, because he did not have less-than-brotherly feelings for Kwon Jiyong, and that was all there was to it. He’d never once stared at his tiny, perfect ass when they were practicing their choreography. He’d certainly never held his breath when the other man grabbed him on stage in a well-practiced show of fan service, and he’d most definitely not thought about Jiyong’s tongue wrapped around his cock when it had been flowing smoothly over his rap verses. Nope, not once.
It was more like a million times.
But Seunghyun was nothing if not stubborn, and he clung to his delusion like a life line. Maybe it was. Who knew what would happen if Jiyong ever found out his hyung popped wood every time the younger man touched him? He’d probably freak the fuck out, that’s what, and then everything they’d worked so hard to achieve would come crumbling down around them because Seunghyun had been thinking with his dick instead of his brain.
So he stared and held his breath and thought, but he never acted… because he was not in love with Kwon Jiyong.
Rating: PG
Chacters: Seunghyun, mentions of Jiyong
Disclaimer: Nope. Not mine.