Don't Drop the Soap (Joonmyun/Tao, NC-17)
Title: Don't Drop the Soap
Pairings: Joonmyun/Tao, Jongdae/Sehun, ninja Baekhyun/Chanyeol and Minseok/Luhan, and Jongin/Kyungsoo (Because I love my OTPs, ok)
Word Count: 4863
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Horrible, explicit smut. Terribly un-beta'd.
Summary: In which troll Chen makes SuTao happen on national television and Tao's fear of showering alone brings along unexpected, though not necessarily unwanted results.
Aka: From Exopromptmeme: tao fucks suho in the bathroom right after filming finishes
Notes: UM. I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE IF THIS WAS NOT WHAT WAS ON YOUR MIND. It was originally a PWP, but it became this monster of 4000+ words of horrible smut. I can't write smut to save my life, and I don't know why I even decided to start this prompt. *cries* Tumblr
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Joonmyun feels his face flush red as a pair of soft lips collide with his and he pulls back as quickly as he can with a small gasp. A quick glance is revealed that his partner, Tao is just as disturbed as he is, with a soft pink dusting across his cheeks.
Screams fill the auditorium where Exo was filming and the maniacal sound of camera photos capturing the moment multiply tenfold. The sound of the MC's voice over the stereo breaks Joonmyun's out of his daze. The MC prattles away in rapid mandarin that always makes Joonmyun regret spacing out in mandarin lessons. Whatever the MC had said made the color on Tao's cheeks flush even hotter as he pointedly glances away from the leader of Exo-K.
Someone tugs something from his mouth and he glances down to see the small treat that brought Suho and Tao together in the first place. Another MC who has pulled away the bit of Pepero still left, displays the minuscule amount of dough still left and comments something in a cheerily fake voice that makes the Chinese fans scream in reaction.
The Korean man clears his throat, his tongue flicking out to dart across his lips and misses the way Tao's eyes almost instinctively follow the red tip peaking out. Joonmyun stands and looks around at his fellow members, Sehun looks dazedly at his leader with a awed look, Kris with his usual angry expression, looking oddly turned on, Chen snickering with a mischievous glint, Lay with a slightly more alert and intrigued look, Baekhyun and Chanyeol, cracking up near the edge of the stage, Chanyeol's face contorting into the weird ass expression he makes and Joonmyun only faintly thinks, 'stop it, Chanyeol. You're making that creepy expression again.'
It is only then that what just happened sinks into Suho's befuddled brain and he jerks, fingers lifting up to press on his lips. He briefly remembers a slight pressures on the back of his head before the touch and it wasn't hard to guess who was the one who had pushed the two together.
Joonmyun gave a jovial smile at the MCs who were busy measuring the bit of Pepero before proclaiming a number that sounded like .5 a centimeter, if Joonmyun's Chinese was correct. His members applauded while Luhan just sneaks a raised eyebrow at Suho that he just conveniently ignores. Every one except the object of affection knew of Joonmyun's faily obvious crush on the maknae of Exo-M. When the screams of fangirls die down, only to resume again as Yixing and Sehun pick up a Pepero to try the game themselves, that Suho pretends to watch them and clap his hands, though actually sidling over to where the little shit Jongdae stands, distracted by the sight of two of his members rapidly eating the stick.
Joonmyun actually feels Jongdae freeze as Joonmyun hisses into the Korean man's ear, "You are so dead, Kim Jongdae. Wait until we get back to the dorm." He finished the threat with a sweet smile and a laugh as though he just said a witty comment to Jongdae, while Jongdae stands there frozen, with a mixed expression of horror, regret, and amusement. While, Suho may be angelically kind, Joonmyun on the other hand, had no qualms of dealing with his rowdy members in ways that were notoriously difficult to point fingers at or whined at a tired manager. Last time Sehun had got a touch too far with his pranks, Sehun had found all his boxers replaced with lacy panties and all other members were too intimidated to offer Sehun a pair of underwear.
After Joonmyun had dropped off his forewarning to Jongdae, who was still currently deciding whether it was worth or not, he risked another glance at the youngest member of the China line. Luckily, all cameras and attention were focused on the rapidly shrinking sweet stick rather than Tao's stunned look and his hand pressed to his mouth. The maknae glances up, and color rushes up into his face in a way that makes Joonmyun want to ravish his lips until they're swollen and pink from kisses. Joonmyun shakes his head to clear away the less than pure thoughts of the Chinese man still stunned to chide himself that he's Suho, and not Joonmyun and they're on broad cast, for heaven's sake. Still, he can't manage to keep his eyes off of Tao for the rest of the recording that goes smoothly.
Exo continuously bows to the staff along with thanks and the 12 tired men make their way back to their dressing room to change back into their normal clothes and get their things back. It's a exhausting time of 2AM in korea, but midnight for China and everyone seems drained with the occasional joke and “Jongin! I see you finally gathered the guts to ask Kyungsoo out!” drifts through the room, as both parties blush and looked at anything but each other.
The leader pulls on his jeans and t-shirt, mind already thinking about the rest of the day, night really, spent in the practice room before his brain helpfully reminds him that they're in China and there is no practice room. He huffs out a sigh before slipping on his jacket and gathers the rest of his things. Joonmyun checks his phone while he waits for the slower members finished preparing to leave the venue.
His eyes fairly bulge out of his eyes as he opens his fansite to see it already flooded with pictures of Tao's and his kiss brought about by the residential troll. Joonmyun stays on the page for a total of 5 seconds before closing the tab, face already flushing, remembering the cat like mouth of Tao.
“....hyung! Joonmyun hyung!”
Said hyung snapped out of his thoughts as the Exo-K maknae regarded him with his puppy dog eyes, drooping at the corners from sheer exhaustion. “Y-yes?” he says. Smooth, Joonmyun.
Sehun blinked, “We're leaving now, hyung. I've said that the last 5 times.”
Joonmyun smiles gently before replying, chalking up the daze as being tired and Sehun only nods in understanding.
Before long, Exo is herded into 2 vans and the men are almost sleeping while climbing into the van. Kris claims shot gun because his giant limbs wouldn't fit other wise and before Joonmyun realizes it, he's squished in between 2 giants, Tao and Chanyeol.
He squints tiredly at Exo-M's maknae, who appears to already be dozing off but Joonmyun feels the little flinch that Tao does when Joonmyun's arm makes contact with his arm. Suho just shakes his head and lays his head on the headrest as feels himself drifting off, soft music spilling from Chanyeol's earbuds who is also in dreamland.
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The dark haired man jolts awake when he feels a heavy weight collide onto his shoulder and he automatically turns to look at said object. His breath slightly hitches as Joonmyun comes face to face with Tao as the younger continues snoozing as though nothing had happened.
Joonmyun stares for a few moment, his eyes tracing over the contours of Tao's face before looking around the silent van. He catches the eye of Seunghwan manger in the rear view mirror. His manager nods gently as though telling Jooonmyun that it was ok to go back to sleep. Suho gives a barely perceptible nod before closing his eyes and laying his head on the maknae and his world fades away.
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The van comes to a stop and Seunghwan announces in a soft voice that they're at the hotel and a few drowsy groans are heard as the men slowly wake up and gather the things they need to bring back into the hotel.
As they shuffle into the hotel, waving to the thankfully, small crowd of fans and politely rejecting attempts to get signatures as they're almost about to fall asleep on their faces. They crowd into the elevator, in comfortable silence throughout the ride and they drift off to their own respectable rooms.
Soft cries of goodnight are said into the hallway as no one says goodnight to anyone in particular, everyone eager to collapse into the soft pillows before waking up in the early morning to catch their flights back to Korea.
Joonmyun swipes his key card across the door of his room and he pushes the door open, only to jolt fully awake as Tao's drowsy eyes fall upon his. Right. Tao was assigned as his room mate.
An awkward silence hangs in the air before Joonmyun clears his throat and gently says in slightly slower Korean, “Don't forget to take off your make-up, Tao. You can have the shower first.”
The Chinese member slowly stands from the bed and makes his way to the restroom that Joonmyun moves out of the way to allow him to get to. Joonmyun drops his items in various places before falling onto the voluminous sheets with a groan. When Joonmyun resurfaces from the white cotton, he sees that Tao is still standing in front of the bathroom door and he raises an eyebrow at the 6 foot man.
Tao visibly hesitates before speaking in his Chinese lilted Korean, “Hyung...c-can you shower with me?” Joonmyun froze, remembering that Tao was deathly afraid of showering along, especially after 2am and he closed his eyes for a moment, before gathering himself enough to crack a smile at Tao .
“Sure,” Joonmyun says, raising from the bed with a slight pause.
The wobbly smile on Zitao's face is enough to reassure Joonmyun that it wasn't the incorrect answer to say. “Thanks, hyung. I'll go in first,” Tao says, pushing the door open and slipped through.
Now Joonmyun had about 2 minutes to gather enough will to not do anything to Tao in the shower. Suho fell back into the sheets with a groan as he hears the shower turn on and the sound of zippers being pulled down resounds through the thin wall.
“Joonmyun hyung?” a thin voice inquires through the wall and Joonmyun thinks 'time up' and grabs his shower things before making his way to the bathroom door.
When Joonmyun opens the door to the bathroom, a blast of hot air blows into his face and he thanks the stars that he can't see Tao from behind the shower curtain. He places his things on the sink and replies, “I'm coming in, Tao.”
Joonmyun misses the gulp that is barely audible as his clothes hits the floor and Joonmyun picks them up to fold neatly and places them next to the pile of Tao's clothes that Joonmyun also folds.
Suho bites his lower lip and banishes all unpure thoughts from his mind as he pushes the shower curtain to the side and climb into the tub shower, eyes resolutely staying above Tao's waist.
Tao gives a small grateful smile before reaching behind Joonmyun to grab the small bottle of shampoo that the hotel provides. Since Joonmyun is more picky than Tao, he always brings his own bottle of shampoo from Korea and he squeezes the product onto his hands before lathering it generously into his hair.
While Joonmyun is steadily keeping his eyes on a spot on the wall of the shower, Tao's eyes are staring at Joonmyun's hands deep in his hair, massaging the scalp. Tao bites his lip before quietly asking, “Hyung....can- can you shampoo my hair for me?”
His fingers freeze in his own hair and the water from shower immediately starts washing away the white bubbles down his body. Joonmyun blinks away the shampoo in his eyes and slowly takes the small bottle of shampoo proffered by Tao's slightly trembling hand. Joonmyun looks down long enough to squeeze a generous amount on his fingers and reach up to touch Tao's blond locks, gently massaging in the shampoo.
Tao's eyes fall closed at the gentle sensations and his lips curl up into a catish grin, enjoying the little bit of pampering his hyung showered on him. When the little motions stopped, Tao cried out with a little protest, his eyes snapping open.
“Uh, I'm done,” the hyung says, withdrawing his hands to wash away the shampoo in the cascading water.
“Just a bit more, hyung,” Tao pleads with a pout. The Korean man cringes at the lower lip protruding and huffs, caving in and grabbing a bit more shampoo and continuing to lather up the white foam.
He inches closer to his hyung, trying to allow the fingers to reach a particular place before he feels his shoulder bump against Joonmyun's solid chest. The fingers in Tao's hair freezes and Tao opens his eyes to see his hyung staring straight at him with a deer in the headlights look.
Tao almost laughs at how comical his expression is, his eyes almost reaching the size of Kyungsoo. Tao's eyes fall on Joonmyun's Adam apple, which bobs up and down nervously, but most importantly, his stare is drawn to the pair of lips that are slightly parted in wonder? nervousness?
“Hyung,” Tao whispers before letting himself do what he's been wanting to do since he got a small taste of Joonmyun earlier that evening and he leans down to connect their mouths.
Joonmyun's mouth falls open easily to Tao's advances and a small noise escapes Joonmyun as he feels Tao's insistent pressing. A cautious tongue pokes into Joonmyun's mouth and makes a sweeping motion that makes Joonmyun's knees weak.
Tao, at no sign of Joonmyun's resistance, pulls the smaller man closer to him, with arms around the thin waist and he feels Joonmyun tilt his head to the side to allow Tao more room. With an eager noise, Tao plunges his tongue into Joonmyun's waiting mouth and sucks hard at his hyung's tongue.
A moan falls into Tao's mouth at the action and pale arms make their way up to wrap around the taller man's neck. The two break apart to harshly suck in air that is desperately needed and Joonmyun's heart leaps at the lust clouding Tao's eyes.
“Tao,” Joonmyun whispers, his own eyes dark, “I-I've liked you for a long, long time.”
Tao is still for a long time, and all Joonmyun can hear is the sound of water hitting the walls of the shower and themselves. At the hesitation that Joonmyun can feel in Tao's stance, he feels his heart drop and seem to wash away with the water that drips down. Disappointment is bitter in Joonmyun's mouth. I was the only one who felt this way, he thinks with a hard tone, unlocking his hands from behind Tao's neck and draws away, just wanting to get out of the shower and suffocate himself in the hotel blankets.
As Joonmyun tries to slip away, the arms around his waist tighten and Suho gets tugged back, “Wha-?”
The Chinese man holds Joonmyun in a secure hold and drops his head into the crook of Joonmyun's neck and he is bewildered by the sudden turn of events. “T-Tao?” Joonmyun gently inquires, his stiff hands seem to come up by themselves to brush the damp hair away from Tao's face.
Tao's body jerks at the touch but quickly relaxes, as though melting into the gesture and he molds their bodies together. “...too,” Tao mutters under his breath and Joonmyun tilts his head in a confused manner.
“Uh, I didn't quite catch that, Tao,” Joonmyun says in a soft tone, trying to talk in a soothing tone as though to calm a skittish animal.
With a deep breath, Tao seems to make up his mind about something and mumbles, louder this time, “I like you, too, hyung. For a long time. Since trainee times.”
Gratification floods through Joonmyun as he releases the breath that he hadn’t realized he'd been holding and a smile seems to take permanent residence on his face as he slowly cards his finger into Tao's hair and they stand there in that position before Joonmyun feels Tao shift and then there's something against his leg.
Joonmyun freezes, his fingers still intertwined in the taller man's hair and he feels a longer leg slips between his and it pushes up.
The Korean man flinches, as pleasure shoots through his body and he gasps in shock. “T-Tao,” he stutters, as Tao begins to grind himself against the leg pressed between his, causing something to coil hot and low in his stomach.
“Hyung, please,” Tao brokenly blurts out, looking up and claiming Joonmyun's lips again and they share a hot, open mouthed kiss, tongues tangling, breaths stolen between movements, small gasps and whines swallowed.
They fight for dominance, no one wanting to quite surrender until a particularly rough grind makes Joonmyun's mind go blank as he can do nothing but moan Tao's name lowly.
Tao takes advantage immediately with a growl, pushing into his hyung's mouth, as hands are no longer clutching at necks, but wandering naughtily downwards. Joonmyun finds that he can do nothing else but chant Tao's name like a mantra as the taller man drops to his knees with a smoldering look that sets Joonmyun's mind alight with thoughts nowhere near holy.
“Hyung,” Tao croons gently, before grasping Joonmyun and giving a kitten lick that has Joonmyun begging Tao to get on with it. He locks his eyes with the man falling apart above him as he takes him fully into his mouth and sucks hard.
All that's leaving Joonmyun's mouth at this point is a variation of gasps, moans, pants, and Tao's name as Tao works wonders with his mouth, giving experimental bobs and teasing licks. Joonmyun's hips thrust forward and Tao tries his best to relax his throat but slightly gags, the pressure around his hyung's cock increases and Joonmyun pants heavily.
Tears spring to Tao's eyes as he tries to take as much as Joonmyun in and Joonmyun takes the little amount of working brain cells to bring his hand up to wipe away the tears and the water that collects at their point of connection and the dark haired man tries his best not to thrust into the warm, moist cavern wrapped around his member.
Joonmyun almost comes undone right then and there, but he tugs on Tao's hair hard and Tao winces before looking up to see Suho shaking his head for him to stop. Tao pauses in his ministrations long enough to lock him with a curious look and Joonmyun manages to choke up, “If you keep that up, I'll come right away.”
Tao releases Joonmyun with a slick pop and he stands back to his full height and to bring his long fingers to Joonmyun's swollen lips with the soft command of suck.
An understanding light comes to the older man's eyes and he shakes his head and draws away from Tao, “Wait a moment.”
Joonmyun slips out of the shower, disregarding the towels to quickly dart into their hotel room to rustle through his bags for something. In the moments of Jonmyun's absence, Tao takes himself into his hands he gives a few pumps, groaning at the waves of pleasures, though he could imagine that Joonmyun's pretty hands around his cock would be ever so much better.
When a blast of cold air hits Tao's face accompanied by the sound of a shower curtain being pulled back, he opened his eyes to the very nice sight of a slightly sheepish Joonmyun holding a small blue bottle. Tao glanced at the bottle and Joonmyun fills the explanation with a simple, “Lube. Never know what's going to happen.”
Tao nearly snatches the small bottle from Joonmyun and opens the cap with a plasticy pop and liberally coats his fingers, rubbing them together in an attempt to warm up the liquid. “Turn around,” Tao rasps out.
Without another thought, Joonmyun turns, facing the shower walls, leaning forward. His breath hitches as he feels a gentle touch, slowly circle him and the moment a finger presses past the ring of muscle, he feels lips press into the nape of his neck, suckling and nibbling and Joonmyun's positive that there'll be an angry red mark for awhile.
Joonmyun fidgets, trying to get used to the foreign object in his ass and he hangs his head, letting his forehead rest against the cold walls while he muffled his noises into the crook of his arm. Joonmyun focuses of breathing correctly as he feels a second intrusion, this one sliding in less smoothly than the other and Tao murmurs words of encouragement with bits of dirty talk slipping in that only serve to flush Joonmyun's entire body red as he imagines the scenes that Tao vividly surssurates into his ear.
The fingers inside him scissor and stretch Joonmyun almost to a discomforting level and he squirms slightly under the attention and when a third finger presses in, Joonmyun hisses from the burn that follows.
“Relax, hyung,” Tao continues to whisper, his fingers doing things that make Joonmyun do anything but that. The fingers continue to move inside him and though Joonmyun feels that he should be embarrassed to be finger fucked open by his dongsaeng, his mind is feeling anything but embarrassment. Joonmyun cries out with a mewl, his knees wobbling and knocking together as an entirely different feeling washes over him.
Tao pauses before smirking into Joonmyun's sweaty nape, smugly saying, “Gotcha.” He copies his earlier actions, pressing into the small bundle of nerves and the leader is coming undone very, very quickly with ohs and desperate Taos.
Joonmyun cranes his neck, shooting the taller male a firm look, grunting, “Now, Tao.” That's all it takes for Tao to draw back his digits and to fumble on the condom that Joonmyun has passed back to him, tearing the small packet of foil.
Tao's hands nearly tremble as he slides into the condom, opening the lube again to coat himself this time. Joonmyun sends Tao a sultry look, “Let me.” He gently pushes aside Tao's hands and wraps his hands around Tao, very similar to Tao's fantasy moments ago and he muffles his groans into Joonmyun's pale shoulder .
All too soon, Joonmyun lets go and Tao makes a small noise of protest before his hyung shushes him and bends back over. Although Tao can see Joonmyun trying to keep himself together in front of Tao, he notices the little trembles that travel down the brunet's back.
“I'm sorry, hyung,” Tao bites out, aligning himself to the smaller man's hole and he presses forward at Joonmyun's minute nod.
He gasps at the sensation and bites down hard on his arm as Tao just fills, fills, and fills him to the brim. Joonmyun chokes out an 'oh god' and he squeezes his eyes shut at the stretch. Tao peppers small kisses down Joonmyun's on curved spine leaving behind whispered apologizes for hurting him.
Tao resists against the urges to draw out as he's now fully seated to the hilt in Joonmyun and he waits until Joonmyun gives him the ok to move. The last thing he wants to do is hurt his hyung more than he has to. Tao's eyes flutter shut, only to snap open as Joonmyun pulls himself forward and impales back himself on Tao and and a surprised moan slips past Tao's open lips.
“H-hyung!” Tao chokes out, unable to keep himself still anymore and he takes a firm grasp on Joonmyun's hips before pistoning into Joonmyun with a strangled cry. Slowly, the discomfort that Joonmyun had felt at first dissolves away to melt into nothing but molten pleasure as Tao thrusts earnestly into the Korean man.
“Fuck!” Joonmyun curses as Tao pounds into him, reaching a hand down to wrap around his leaking cock. Moans and whimpers echo into the steamy bathroom as water continues to rain down on them, making Joonmyun's back go numb from the incessant downpour, though honestly, he couldn't feel anything but the hot waves coiling in his lower stomach. Sensations overload Joonmyun and his body is just screaming 'more! more!'
Chinese curses and whispers are spilling out without restrain as Tao gives up on his small grasp of the Korean language, but Joonmyun understands what he means all the same.
“Joonmyun! I-” the rest of the sentence is lost in Chinese as Tao garbles, his hips losing the pounding rhythm they had been at before, faltering as Tao comes, spilling into the condom with Joonmyun's name on his lips. Tao collapses on Joonmyun's back covered in red marks from Tao's blunt nails and he slowly pulls out of the older man. The shorter male stands up with a wince and draws the man who's still trying to collect himself from falling over the edge closer to him.
Tao peels off the soiled protection and ties it before dropping it into the trashcan near the shower. He lets himself relaxing into his hyung's solid hold, satisfaction rolling off him in waves from his orgasm. Something hard nudges at Tao's leg and his eyes snap downwards. “Oh. Hyung! You haven't even come yet,” some parts of the sentence are not in Korean, since his Korean textbook never did contain study material for times like this. Joonmyun gets the gist as Tao wraps a hand around Joonmyun's cock, pumping it a few times.
Joonmyun's vision flashes white as he trembles, spurting into Tao's hand and his chest. He bits his whimper off into Tao's shoulder as Tao jerks him through his orgasm to prolong the experience. When Joonmyun comes down from his high, panting, he slowly opens his eyes to try to collect his scattered wits.
Tao gently washes his hands and Joonmyun in the now, cooled stream of water, ending the shower with a soft peck on the dazed man's lips. “I think it's about time we got out,” Tao draws back the shower curtains, grabbing the fluffy, white towels to dry off his and the brunet's body with soft caresses.
The older man grimaces as he steps out of the shower, a dull pain radiating from his ass, but he figures that it was definitely worth it. As Tao busies himself with drying his hair, Joonmyun takes the moment to slowly worship Tao's very fit body.
When Tao notices Joonmyun's gaze on him, he flushes a deep red and snatches another towel to drape over his hyung's head with a gruff, “Stop looking, hyung. You're embarrassing me.”
A chuckle that Tao could spend hours listening to, replies to his embarrassed comment and the Chinese man feels himself being pulled down for a chaste kiss that is full of tender affection and Tao feels as though his heart is about to burst.
“I guess you're my boyfriend now,” Joonmyun murmurs, pressing their foreheads together, the two of them ignoring the small drops of water falling from their wet hair.
“Yeah, I guess it means you're my boyfriend, too,” Tao giggles and draws away to wrap a towel around his waist and disappearing into the hotel room, while Joonmyun busies himself with applying the facial products he knows saves his skin from being wrecked by all the make-up piled on day after day.
When Tao returns, he is fully dressed and hands Joonmyun his own clothes. The task of putting on his clothes takes a lot longer than normal when your new boyfriend is set om distracting you every 20 seconds with a peck or a tickling touch.
But Joonmyun wouldn't have it any other way.
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Jongdae bursts out of his room with a horrified expression and hones in on Joonmyun curled up in his boyfriend's lap in Exo's dorm, while everyone around them is fake gagging on the couple's public display of affection. (Although Kyungsoo and Jongin seem to be shooting each other shy glances, blinking at the cuddling couple every now and then, longing evident on their face. Baekhyun just rolls his eyes at the two ignorant members, his own fingers interlaced with Chanyeol's fingers. Luhan is too busy playing with Minseok to notice anything else, honestly.)
“You!' Jongdae shrieks in a voice that sounds on the edge of hysterics.
Joonmyun turns away from Tao and frowns at the riled Korean and asks, “Me, what?”
“You! You were the one who sent that photo of me kissing Sehun around SM!” Jongdae nearly howls and the maknae chokes on the pizza that he's trying to inhale.
Sehun croaks out a hoarse, “What?!” before grabbing his phone which is flooding with messages from all his sunbaes with messages from 'Finally grew a pair I see! Congrats to the new couple~' from Leeteuk and 'Although I am happy for you, you must make sure to be very careful' predictably from Seohyun. He even receives a racy text from Kyunhyun who is not surprised at the turn of events.
In similar condition to Sehun's phone, the phone in Jongdae's hand is lighting up every second, new messages coming in by the second.
Laughter fills the room, as Joonmyun smiles smugly with a shell shocked Sehun and Jongdae amongst it all. “Payback's a bitch, Jongdae.”
Pairings: Joonmyun/Tao, Jongdae/Sehun, ninja Baekhyun/Chanyeol and Minseok/Luhan, and Jongin/Kyungsoo (Because I love my OTPs, ok)
Word Count: 4863
Rating: NC-17
Warnings: Horrible, explicit smut. Terribly un-beta'd.
Summary: In which troll Chen makes SuTao happen on national television and Tao's fear of showering alone brings along unexpected, though not necessarily unwanted results.
Aka: From Exopromptmeme: tao fucks suho in the bathroom right after filming finishes
Notes: UM. I'M SORRY IN ADVANCE IF THIS WAS NOT WHAT WAS ON YOUR MIND. It was originally a PWP, but it became this monster of 4000+ words of horrible smut. I can't write smut to save my life, and I don't know why I even decided to start this prompt. *cries* Tumblr
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Joonmyun feels his face flush red as a pair of soft lips collide with his and he pulls back as quickly as he can with a small gasp. A quick glance is revealed that his partner, Tao is just as disturbed as he is, with a soft pink dusting across his cheeks.
Screams fill the auditorium where Exo was filming and the maniacal sound of camera photos capturing the moment multiply tenfold. The sound of the MC's voice over the stereo breaks Joonmyun's out of his daze. The MC prattles away in rapid mandarin that always makes Joonmyun regret spacing out in mandarin lessons. Whatever the MC had said made the color on Tao's cheeks flush even hotter as he pointedly glances away from the leader of Exo-K.
Someone tugs something from his mouth and he glances down to see the small treat that brought Suho and Tao together in the first place. Another MC who has pulled away the bit of Pepero still left, displays the minuscule amount of dough still left and comments something in a cheerily fake voice that makes the Chinese fans scream in reaction.
The Korean man clears his throat, his tongue flicking out to dart across his lips and misses the way Tao's eyes almost instinctively follow the red tip peaking out. Joonmyun stands and looks around at his fellow members, Sehun looks dazedly at his leader with a awed look, Kris with his usual angry expression, looking oddly turned on, Chen snickering with a mischievous glint, Lay with a slightly more alert and intrigued look, Baekhyun and Chanyeol, cracking up near the edge of the stage, Chanyeol's face contorting into the weird ass expression he makes and Joonmyun only faintly thinks, 'stop it, Chanyeol. You're making that creepy expression again.'
It is only then that what just happened sinks into Suho's befuddled brain and he jerks, fingers lifting up to press on his lips. He briefly remembers a slight pressures on the back of his head before the touch and it wasn't hard to guess who was the one who had pushed the two together.
Joonmyun gave a jovial smile at the MCs who were busy measuring the bit of Pepero before proclaiming a number that sounded like .5 a centimeter, if Joonmyun's Chinese was correct. His members applauded while Luhan just sneaks a raised eyebrow at Suho that he just conveniently ignores. Every one except the object of affection knew of Joonmyun's faily obvious crush on the maknae of Exo-M. When the screams of fangirls die down, only to resume again as Yixing and Sehun pick up a Pepero to try the game themselves, that Suho pretends to watch them and clap his hands, though actually sidling over to where the little shit Jongdae stands, distracted by the sight of two of his members rapidly eating the stick.
Joonmyun actually feels Jongdae freeze as Joonmyun hisses into the Korean man's ear, "You are so dead, Kim Jongdae. Wait until we get back to the dorm." He finished the threat with a sweet smile and a laugh as though he just said a witty comment to Jongdae, while Jongdae stands there frozen, with a mixed expression of horror, regret, and amusement. While, Suho may be angelically kind, Joonmyun on the other hand, had no qualms of dealing with his rowdy members in ways that were notoriously difficult to point fingers at or whined at a tired manager. Last time Sehun had got a touch too far with his pranks, Sehun had found all his boxers replaced with lacy panties and all other members were too intimidated to offer Sehun a pair of underwear.
After Joonmyun had dropped off his forewarning to Jongdae, who was still currently deciding whether it was worth or not, he risked another glance at the youngest member of the China line. Luckily, all cameras and attention were focused on the rapidly shrinking sweet stick rather than Tao's stunned look and his hand pressed to his mouth. The maknae glances up, and color rushes up into his face in a way that makes Joonmyun want to ravish his lips until they're swollen and pink from kisses. Joonmyun shakes his head to clear away the less than pure thoughts of the Chinese man still stunned to chide himself that he's Suho, and not Joonmyun and they're on broad cast, for heaven's sake. Still, he can't manage to keep his eyes off of Tao for the rest of the recording that goes smoothly.
Exo continuously bows to the staff along with thanks and the 12 tired men make their way back to their dressing room to change back into their normal clothes and get their things back. It's a exhausting time of 2AM in korea, but midnight for China and everyone seems drained with the occasional joke and “Jongin! I see you finally gathered the guts to ask Kyungsoo out!” drifts through the room, as both parties blush and looked at anything but each other.
The leader pulls on his jeans and t-shirt, mind already thinking about the rest of the day, night really, spent in the practice room before his brain helpfully reminds him that they're in China and there is no practice room. He huffs out a sigh before slipping on his jacket and gathers the rest of his things. Joonmyun checks his phone while he waits for the slower members finished preparing to leave the venue.
His eyes fairly bulge out of his eyes as he opens his fansite to see it already flooded with pictures of Tao's and his kiss brought about by the residential troll. Joonmyun stays on the page for a total of 5 seconds before closing the tab, face already flushing, remembering the cat like mouth of Tao.
“....hyung! Joonmyun hyung!”
Said hyung snapped out of his thoughts as the Exo-K maknae regarded him with his puppy dog eyes, drooping at the corners from sheer exhaustion. “Y-yes?” he says. Smooth, Joonmyun.
Sehun blinked, “We're leaving now, hyung. I've said that the last 5 times.”
Joonmyun smiles gently before replying, chalking up the daze as being tired and Sehun only nods in understanding.
Before long, Exo is herded into 2 vans and the men are almost sleeping while climbing into the van. Kris claims shot gun because his giant limbs wouldn't fit other wise and before Joonmyun realizes it, he's squished in between 2 giants, Tao and Chanyeol.
He squints tiredly at Exo-M's maknae, who appears to already be dozing off but Joonmyun feels the little flinch that Tao does when Joonmyun's arm makes contact with his arm. Suho just shakes his head and lays his head on the headrest as feels himself drifting off, soft music spilling from Chanyeol's earbuds who is also in dreamland.
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The dark haired man jolts awake when he feels a heavy weight collide onto his shoulder and he automatically turns to look at said object. His breath slightly hitches as Joonmyun comes face to face with Tao as the younger continues snoozing as though nothing had happened.
Joonmyun stares for a few moment, his eyes tracing over the contours of Tao's face before looking around the silent van. He catches the eye of Seunghwan manger in the rear view mirror. His manager nods gently as though telling Jooonmyun that it was ok to go back to sleep. Suho gives a barely perceptible nod before closing his eyes and laying his head on the maknae and his world fades away.
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The van comes to a stop and Seunghwan announces in a soft voice that they're at the hotel and a few drowsy groans are heard as the men slowly wake up and gather the things they need to bring back into the hotel.
As they shuffle into the hotel, waving to the thankfully, small crowd of fans and politely rejecting attempts to get signatures as they're almost about to fall asleep on their faces. They crowd into the elevator, in comfortable silence throughout the ride and they drift off to their own respectable rooms.
Soft cries of goodnight are said into the hallway as no one says goodnight to anyone in particular, everyone eager to collapse into the soft pillows before waking up in the early morning to catch their flights back to Korea.
Joonmyun swipes his key card across the door of his room and he pushes the door open, only to jolt fully awake as Tao's drowsy eyes fall upon his. Right. Tao was assigned as his room mate.
An awkward silence hangs in the air before Joonmyun clears his throat and gently says in slightly slower Korean, “Don't forget to take off your make-up, Tao. You can have the shower first.”
The Chinese member slowly stands from the bed and makes his way to the restroom that Joonmyun moves out of the way to allow him to get to. Joonmyun drops his items in various places before falling onto the voluminous sheets with a groan. When Joonmyun resurfaces from the white cotton, he sees that Tao is still standing in front of the bathroom door and he raises an eyebrow at the 6 foot man.
Tao visibly hesitates before speaking in his Chinese lilted Korean, “Hyung...c-can you shower with me?” Joonmyun froze, remembering that Tao was deathly afraid of showering along, especially after 2am and he closed his eyes for a moment, before gathering himself enough to crack a smile at Tao .
“Sure,” Joonmyun says, raising from the bed with a slight pause.
The wobbly smile on Zitao's face is enough to reassure Joonmyun that it wasn't the incorrect answer to say. “Thanks, hyung. I'll go in first,” Tao says, pushing the door open and slipped through.
Now Joonmyun had about 2 minutes to gather enough will to not do anything to Tao in the shower. Suho fell back into the sheets with a groan as he hears the shower turn on and the sound of zippers being pulled down resounds through the thin wall.
“Joonmyun hyung?” a thin voice inquires through the wall and Joonmyun thinks 'time up' and grabs his shower things before making his way to the bathroom door.
When Joonmyun opens the door to the bathroom, a blast of hot air blows into his face and he thanks the stars that he can't see Tao from behind the shower curtain. He places his things on the sink and replies, “I'm coming in, Tao.”
Joonmyun misses the gulp that is barely audible as his clothes hits the floor and Joonmyun picks them up to fold neatly and places them next to the pile of Tao's clothes that Joonmyun also folds.
Suho bites his lower lip and banishes all unpure thoughts from his mind as he pushes the shower curtain to the side and climb into the tub shower, eyes resolutely staying above Tao's waist.
Tao gives a small grateful smile before reaching behind Joonmyun to grab the small bottle of shampoo that the hotel provides. Since Joonmyun is more picky than Tao, he always brings his own bottle of shampoo from Korea and he squeezes the product onto his hands before lathering it generously into his hair.
While Joonmyun is steadily keeping his eyes on a spot on the wall of the shower, Tao's eyes are staring at Joonmyun's hands deep in his hair, massaging the scalp. Tao bites his lip before quietly asking, “Hyung....can- can you shampoo my hair for me?”
His fingers freeze in his own hair and the water from shower immediately starts washing away the white bubbles down his body. Joonmyun blinks away the shampoo in his eyes and slowly takes the small bottle of shampoo proffered by Tao's slightly trembling hand. Joonmyun looks down long enough to squeeze a generous amount on his fingers and reach up to touch Tao's blond locks, gently massaging in the shampoo.
Tao's eyes fall closed at the gentle sensations and his lips curl up into a catish grin, enjoying the little bit of pampering his hyung showered on him. When the little motions stopped, Tao cried out with a little protest, his eyes snapping open.
“Uh, I'm done,” the hyung says, withdrawing his hands to wash away the shampoo in the cascading water.
“Just a bit more, hyung,” Tao pleads with a pout. The Korean man cringes at the lower lip protruding and huffs, caving in and grabbing a bit more shampoo and continuing to lather up the white foam.
He inches closer to his hyung, trying to allow the fingers to reach a particular place before he feels his shoulder bump against Joonmyun's solid chest. The fingers in Tao's hair freezes and Tao opens his eyes to see his hyung staring straight at him with a deer in the headlights look.
Tao almost laughs at how comical his expression is, his eyes almost reaching the size of Kyungsoo. Tao's eyes fall on Joonmyun's Adam apple, which bobs up and down nervously, but most importantly, his stare is drawn to the pair of lips that are slightly parted in wonder? nervousness?
“Hyung,” Tao whispers before letting himself do what he's been wanting to do since he got a small taste of Joonmyun earlier that evening and he leans down to connect their mouths.
Joonmyun's mouth falls open easily to Tao's advances and a small noise escapes Joonmyun as he feels Tao's insistent pressing. A cautious tongue pokes into Joonmyun's mouth and makes a sweeping motion that makes Joonmyun's knees weak.
Tao, at no sign of Joonmyun's resistance, pulls the smaller man closer to him, with arms around the thin waist and he feels Joonmyun tilt his head to the side to allow Tao more room. With an eager noise, Tao plunges his tongue into Joonmyun's waiting mouth and sucks hard at his hyung's tongue.
A moan falls into Tao's mouth at the action and pale arms make their way up to wrap around the taller man's neck. The two break apart to harshly suck in air that is desperately needed and Joonmyun's heart leaps at the lust clouding Tao's eyes.
“Tao,” Joonmyun whispers, his own eyes dark, “I-I've liked you for a long, long time.”
Tao is still for a long time, and all Joonmyun can hear is the sound of water hitting the walls of the shower and themselves. At the hesitation that Joonmyun can feel in Tao's stance, he feels his heart drop and seem to wash away with the water that drips down. Disappointment is bitter in Joonmyun's mouth. I was the only one who felt this way, he thinks with a hard tone, unlocking his hands from behind Tao's neck and draws away, just wanting to get out of the shower and suffocate himself in the hotel blankets.
As Joonmyun tries to slip away, the arms around his waist tighten and Suho gets tugged back, “Wha-?”
The Chinese man holds Joonmyun in a secure hold and drops his head into the crook of Joonmyun's neck and he is bewildered by the sudden turn of events. “T-Tao?” Joonmyun gently inquires, his stiff hands seem to come up by themselves to brush the damp hair away from Tao's face.
Tao's body jerks at the touch but quickly relaxes, as though melting into the gesture and he molds their bodies together. “...too,” Tao mutters under his breath and Joonmyun tilts his head in a confused manner.
“Uh, I didn't quite catch that, Tao,” Joonmyun says in a soft tone, trying to talk in a soothing tone as though to calm a skittish animal.
With a deep breath, Tao seems to make up his mind about something and mumbles, louder this time, “I like you, too, hyung. For a long time. Since trainee times.”
Gratification floods through Joonmyun as he releases the breath that he hadn’t realized he'd been holding and a smile seems to take permanent residence on his face as he slowly cards his finger into Tao's hair and they stand there in that position before Joonmyun feels Tao shift and then there's something against his leg.
Joonmyun freezes, his fingers still intertwined in the taller man's hair and he feels a longer leg slips between his and it pushes up.
The Korean man flinches, as pleasure shoots through his body and he gasps in shock. “T-Tao,” he stutters, as Tao begins to grind himself against the leg pressed between his, causing something to coil hot and low in his stomach.
“Hyung, please,” Tao brokenly blurts out, looking up and claiming Joonmyun's lips again and they share a hot, open mouthed kiss, tongues tangling, breaths stolen between movements, small gasps and whines swallowed.
They fight for dominance, no one wanting to quite surrender until a particularly rough grind makes Joonmyun's mind go blank as he can do nothing but moan Tao's name lowly.
Tao takes advantage immediately with a growl, pushing into his hyung's mouth, as hands are no longer clutching at necks, but wandering naughtily downwards. Joonmyun finds that he can do nothing else but chant Tao's name like a mantra as the taller man drops to his knees with a smoldering look that sets Joonmyun's mind alight with thoughts nowhere near holy.
“Hyung,” Tao croons gently, before grasping Joonmyun and giving a kitten lick that has Joonmyun begging Tao to get on with it. He locks his eyes with the man falling apart above him as he takes him fully into his mouth and sucks hard.
All that's leaving Joonmyun's mouth at this point is a variation of gasps, moans, pants, and Tao's name as Tao works wonders with his mouth, giving experimental bobs and teasing licks. Joonmyun's hips thrust forward and Tao tries his best to relax his throat but slightly gags, the pressure around his hyung's cock increases and Joonmyun pants heavily.
Tears spring to Tao's eyes as he tries to take as much as Joonmyun in and Joonmyun takes the little amount of working brain cells to bring his hand up to wipe away the tears and the water that collects at their point of connection and the dark haired man tries his best not to thrust into the warm, moist cavern wrapped around his member.
Joonmyun almost comes undone right then and there, but he tugs on Tao's hair hard and Tao winces before looking up to see Suho shaking his head for him to stop. Tao pauses in his ministrations long enough to lock him with a curious look and Joonmyun manages to choke up, “If you keep that up, I'll come right away.”
Tao releases Joonmyun with a slick pop and he stands back to his full height and to bring his long fingers to Joonmyun's swollen lips with the soft command of suck.
An understanding light comes to the older man's eyes and he shakes his head and draws away from Tao, “Wait a moment.”
Joonmyun slips out of the shower, disregarding the towels to quickly dart into their hotel room to rustle through his bags for something. In the moments of Jonmyun's absence, Tao takes himself into his hands he gives a few pumps, groaning at the waves of pleasures, though he could imagine that Joonmyun's pretty hands around his cock would be ever so much better.
When a blast of cold air hits Tao's face accompanied by the sound of a shower curtain being pulled back, he opened his eyes to the very nice sight of a slightly sheepish Joonmyun holding a small blue bottle. Tao glanced at the bottle and Joonmyun fills the explanation with a simple, “Lube. Never know what's going to happen.”
Tao nearly snatches the small bottle from Joonmyun and opens the cap with a plasticy pop and liberally coats his fingers, rubbing them together in an attempt to warm up the liquid. “Turn around,” Tao rasps out.
Without another thought, Joonmyun turns, facing the shower walls, leaning forward. His breath hitches as he feels a gentle touch, slowly circle him and the moment a finger presses past the ring of muscle, he feels lips press into the nape of his neck, suckling and nibbling and Joonmyun's positive that there'll be an angry red mark for awhile.
Joonmyun fidgets, trying to get used to the foreign object in his ass and he hangs his head, letting his forehead rest against the cold walls while he muffled his noises into the crook of his arm. Joonmyun focuses of breathing correctly as he feels a second intrusion, this one sliding in less smoothly than the other and Tao murmurs words of encouragement with bits of dirty talk slipping in that only serve to flush Joonmyun's entire body red as he imagines the scenes that Tao vividly surssurates into his ear.
The fingers inside him scissor and stretch Joonmyun almost to a discomforting level and he squirms slightly under the attention and when a third finger presses in, Joonmyun hisses from the burn that follows.
“Relax, hyung,” Tao continues to whisper, his fingers doing things that make Joonmyun do anything but that. The fingers continue to move inside him and though Joonmyun feels that he should be embarrassed to be finger fucked open by his dongsaeng, his mind is feeling anything but embarrassment. Joonmyun cries out with a mewl, his knees wobbling and knocking together as an entirely different feeling washes over him.
Tao pauses before smirking into Joonmyun's sweaty nape, smugly saying, “Gotcha.” He copies his earlier actions, pressing into the small bundle of nerves and the leader is coming undone very, very quickly with ohs and desperate Taos.
Joonmyun cranes his neck, shooting the taller male a firm look, grunting, “Now, Tao.” That's all it takes for Tao to draw back his digits and to fumble on the condom that Joonmyun has passed back to him, tearing the small packet of foil.
Tao's hands nearly tremble as he slides into the condom, opening the lube again to coat himself this time. Joonmyun sends Tao a sultry look, “Let me.” He gently pushes aside Tao's hands and wraps his hands around Tao, very similar to Tao's fantasy moments ago and he muffles his groans into Joonmyun's pale shoulder .
All too soon, Joonmyun lets go and Tao makes a small noise of protest before his hyung shushes him and bends back over. Although Tao can see Joonmyun trying to keep himself together in front of Tao, he notices the little trembles that travel down the brunet's back.
“I'm sorry, hyung,” Tao bites out, aligning himself to the smaller man's hole and he presses forward at Joonmyun's minute nod.
He gasps at the sensation and bites down hard on his arm as Tao just fills, fills, and fills him to the brim. Joonmyun chokes out an 'oh god' and he squeezes his eyes shut at the stretch. Tao peppers small kisses down Joonmyun's on curved spine leaving behind whispered apologizes for hurting him.
Tao resists against the urges to draw out as he's now fully seated to the hilt in Joonmyun and he waits until Joonmyun gives him the ok to move. The last thing he wants to do is hurt his hyung more than he has to. Tao's eyes flutter shut, only to snap open as Joonmyun pulls himself forward and impales back himself on Tao and and a surprised moan slips past Tao's open lips.
“H-hyung!” Tao chokes out, unable to keep himself still anymore and he takes a firm grasp on Joonmyun's hips before pistoning into Joonmyun with a strangled cry. Slowly, the discomfort that Joonmyun had felt at first dissolves away to melt into nothing but molten pleasure as Tao thrusts earnestly into the Korean man.
“Fuck!” Joonmyun curses as Tao pounds into him, reaching a hand down to wrap around his leaking cock. Moans and whimpers echo into the steamy bathroom as water continues to rain down on them, making Joonmyun's back go numb from the incessant downpour, though honestly, he couldn't feel anything but the hot waves coiling in his lower stomach. Sensations overload Joonmyun and his body is just screaming 'more! more!'
Chinese curses and whispers are spilling out without restrain as Tao gives up on his small grasp of the Korean language, but Joonmyun understands what he means all the same.
“Joonmyun! I-” the rest of the sentence is lost in Chinese as Tao garbles, his hips losing the pounding rhythm they had been at before, faltering as Tao comes, spilling into the condom with Joonmyun's name on his lips. Tao collapses on Joonmyun's back covered in red marks from Tao's blunt nails and he slowly pulls out of the older man. The shorter male stands up with a wince and draws the man who's still trying to collect himself from falling over the edge closer to him.
Tao peels off the soiled protection and ties it before dropping it into the trashcan near the shower. He lets himself relaxing into his hyung's solid hold, satisfaction rolling off him in waves from his orgasm. Something hard nudges at Tao's leg and his eyes snap downwards. “Oh. Hyung! You haven't even come yet,” some parts of the sentence are not in Korean, since his Korean textbook never did contain study material for times like this. Joonmyun gets the gist as Tao wraps a hand around Joonmyun's cock, pumping it a few times.
Joonmyun's vision flashes white as he trembles, spurting into Tao's hand and his chest. He bits his whimper off into Tao's shoulder as Tao jerks him through his orgasm to prolong the experience. When Joonmyun comes down from his high, panting, he slowly opens his eyes to try to collect his scattered wits.
Tao gently washes his hands and Joonmyun in the now, cooled stream of water, ending the shower with a soft peck on the dazed man's lips. “I think it's about time we got out,” Tao draws back the shower curtains, grabbing the fluffy, white towels to dry off his and the brunet's body with soft caresses.
The older man grimaces as he steps out of the shower, a dull pain radiating from his ass, but he figures that it was definitely worth it. As Tao busies himself with drying his hair, Joonmyun takes the moment to slowly worship Tao's very fit body.
When Tao notices Joonmyun's gaze on him, he flushes a deep red and snatches another towel to drape over his hyung's head with a gruff, “Stop looking, hyung. You're embarrassing me.”
A chuckle that Tao could spend hours listening to, replies to his embarrassed comment and the Chinese man feels himself being pulled down for a chaste kiss that is full of tender affection and Tao feels as though his heart is about to burst.
“I guess you're my boyfriend now,” Joonmyun murmurs, pressing their foreheads together, the two of them ignoring the small drops of water falling from their wet hair.
“Yeah, I guess it means you're my boyfriend, too,” Tao giggles and draws away to wrap a towel around his waist and disappearing into the hotel room, while Joonmyun busies himself with applying the facial products he knows saves his skin from being wrecked by all the make-up piled on day after day.
When Tao returns, he is fully dressed and hands Joonmyun his own clothes. The task of putting on his clothes takes a lot longer than normal when your new boyfriend is set om distracting you every 20 seconds with a peck or a tickling touch.
But Joonmyun wouldn't have it any other way.
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Jongdae bursts out of his room with a horrified expression and hones in on Joonmyun curled up in his boyfriend's lap in Exo's dorm, while everyone around them is fake gagging on the couple's public display of affection. (Although Kyungsoo and Jongin seem to be shooting each other shy glances, blinking at the cuddling couple every now and then, longing evident on their face. Baekhyun just rolls his eyes at the two ignorant members, his own fingers interlaced with Chanyeol's fingers. Luhan is too busy playing with Minseok to notice anything else, honestly.)
“You!' Jongdae shrieks in a voice that sounds on the edge of hysterics.
Joonmyun turns away from Tao and frowns at the riled Korean and asks, “Me, what?”
“You! You were the one who sent that photo of me kissing Sehun around SM!” Jongdae nearly howls and the maknae chokes on the pizza that he's trying to inhale.
Sehun croaks out a hoarse, “What?!” before grabbing his phone which is flooding with messages from all his sunbaes with messages from 'Finally grew a pair I see! Congrats to the new couple~' from Leeteuk and 'Although I am happy for you, you must make sure to be very careful' predictably from Seohyun. He even receives a racy text from Kyunhyun who is not surprised at the turn of events.
In similar condition to Sehun's phone, the phone in Jongdae's hand is lighting up every second, new messages coming in by the second.
Laughter fills the room, as Joonmyun smiles smugly with a shell shocked Sehun and Jongdae amongst it all. “Payback's a bitch, Jongdae.”