kuntenyang canon comp

kuntenyang / 16.2k words / explicitYangyang thinks Kun ge is a MILF.

never finished for obvious reasons. may or may not was supposed to end in kuntenyang. not edited very well so the pacing is mediocre





It doesn’t start out weird, is the thing is that Yangyang is adamant about. To the point where he insists on it. To anyone who will listen, especially if that “anyone” so happens to be his demons of group members.

Because here’s the thing:

He’s laying on the couch, which in itself isn’t necessarily weird, disregarding the fact that normally he’d be holed up in his room instead. But Coco is being stubborn, wanting to lay across the sofa and Yangyang - between the constant flights, constant schedules - just wants to cuddle with him. So the couch it is. He even puts on those stupid pet stimulation videos that Dejun swears by, even though he and Ten are in agreement that they’re dumb and useless. Just in case. Maybe his cat would like them. Even though Yangyang’s pretty sure Coco would be much more of a film buff than anything else…

It’s no earlier than 1 PM when a door creaks open and heavy footsteps amble into the kitchen. Slippered feet tiredly shuffling across hardwood.

“You’re already awake?” Comes Kun’s voice, groggy from sleep. Their flight from Changzhou got in at 1 AM and they didn’t get back to the dorms until closer to 3. The poor guy has been passed out ever since.

“I’m not as old as you,” Yangyang hums, though there’s no real effort to tease. For once. “Do you know that kids need less sleep than middle aged adults?”

For as insistent as Yangyang is that he’s all grown up now - twenty-four years old! - it still feels good to play the age difference card on Kun. Especially when he’s least expecting it. His ge only grunts (not even a disappointed sigh, so he really must be tired) and drags his feet on over to the stove. “Explains why you’re so small, then,” Kun grumbles. “Stunted growth.”

Yangyang chooses to be the bigger person and ignore that. What good is there to get one over an old man when his comebacks are so lame? Let alone an old man who’s as decrepit as Qian Kun? This must be the kind of stuff you come to realize when your frontal lobe is almost fully developed. Now that he’s in his mid-twenties, Yangyang has been having an oddly large amount of revelations as of late.

He grins. “Whatever you say, ahjussi.”

Kun doesn’t take the bait. He never does when he’s tired - unless it’s Ten, which means he can’t help himself - so Yangyang lets him be. The playlist on Youtube changes to Cocomelon on autoplay, and Yangyang groans as he reaches for the remote. The last thing he needs is for his algorithm to think he’s, like, a parent. God.

From a glance into the kitchen he can see Kun standing at the stove, bedhead sticking up all over the place, dressed in one of those white tanks he’s been so fond of lately. Loose sweats. His shoulders sag. Very different from the usual look he has put together. But recently he’s been putting down the cardigans in exchange for tighter fitting clothes, which is something Yangyang never thought he’d live long enough to see. It’s kind of like he’s aging in reverse.

“What’re you making?” Yangyang asks, eyes shifting back and forth between the kitchen and the TV as he puts on the recent YOLO vlog - so his son can see what he’s been up to, of course - and scratches Coco idly behind the ear.

“Just leftovers,” Kun says. He doesn’t even turn his head. “You want some?”

It’s nothing that unusual, and yet Yangyang stares contemplatively at the broad expanse of Kun’s back. Has his head always looked that ginormous? Have his arms always been so muscled? Maybe it’s just a trick of the light…

“Sure,” Yangyang says. He ate already but there’s nothing wrong with a little lunch. And besides, him and Kun are always… well.

They’re roommates, that’s for sure. Though not much more than that these days.

To be clear, they’re close. Of course they are. Living with Kun is like having your loud uncle as your roommate, sometimes. And that’s putting it generously. But ever since Ten moved out, there’s been a distinct line in the dorms, a distinct line between them. That’s your space and this is mine. Less crossover. Kun still keeps his door open for Coco like he would for Louis and Leon and Levi, but it’s just different. More silence where there used to be neverending teasing and boisterous laughter and relentless bickering. More distance. For someone so outgoing, Kun is awfully good at keeping to himself when they’re alone in the apartment.

It’s not always a bad thing, obviously. Yangyang likes time alone and being apart after having schedule after schedule stuck together is always good. It’s for their peace of mind, really. Otherwise they’d be at each other’s throats like they were in the early days. But there’s a distinctly Ten-shaped hole in the dorm and sometimes it’s just… lonely, maybe. Just a tad bit lonely.

Nothing’s wrong. Really. But it’s not often that he and Kun eat together unless they have to these days. There’s no point in it. Unless Kun cooks and invites Guanheng and Dejun down to join them, the dorm aunties just always leave food in the fridge so they can fend for themselves. And Kun’s sleep schedule is a kind of beast Yangyang wishes on no one - you can still hear the clacking of his keyboard early into the morning, distant humming through the walls… how in the world he functions like that is a mystery to all of them.

Yangyang finds himself staring off at nothing in particular when Kun turns off the stove with a loud click. “Auntie left us some japchae,” Kun tells him. The smell of sesame oil hangs in the air. He takes a plate in hand and sends Yangyang a glance. “You want anything else?”

It’s a little funny that Kun always complains about playing the role of mother hen and yet he plays it so well. Without even thinking about it, without hesitation. Yangyang gets up from the couch and ambles over to the table, unable to decide if he should tease or be nice - Ten would want him to tease, just to keep Kun on his toes. He didn’t even get any banchans out like a barbarian! But he keeps his mouth shut, for once, eyeing the food in Kun’s hand.

“No, just this is good,” Yangyang says.

Kun hums. He sets the food down on the table, leans across to put down Yangyang’s plate. It’s nothing out of the ordinary, really, nor something of note. But Yangyang can’t help but notice how the neck of Kun’s loose tank top hangs down when he leans over, the dainty chain around his neck dipping out.

And… huh.

Yangyang blinks. Like this, Kun’s entire chest is on full display and it’s genuinely confusing. Has… has Kun ge always had cleavage?

The thought comes so abruptly that all Yangyang can do for an entire second is stare at the defined slope of Kun’s- Kun’s chest. The tank top is revealing. Something he only ever wears to sleep or sometimes the gym. But when he’s leaned down like this it put everything on display and Yangyang gets as far as seeing a hint of a dusty dark nipple before he’s snapping out of it and promptly choking on nothing.

Hey, what the fuck was that? Did he really just fully ogle Qian Kun’s breasts?

“What’s wrong?” Kun asks as Yangyang sputters, face going bright red. When Kun stands back upright, the chain settles itself between the curves of his chest and that’s really- wow, that’s really-

“Nothing’s wrong!” Yangyang insists even though it’s a blatant lie. His eyes snap up to Kun’s face, which has an all-too-familiar expression of disturbed concern. Which is almost sobering, really. Sure, Kun’s chest has noticeably gotten bigger, but he’s still got his old man expressions. Like a disappointed dad who didn’t sign up for having any kids. At least there’s that.

Kun frowns. “But you just-”

“I think I might just be coming down with something, actually,” is the best Yangyang can come up with, somehow. “The seasons are changing, y’know.”

It’s a bad excuse but nothing Kun isn’t used to. Their leader never really pries unless he has to, not anymore. Maybe he would’ve when Yangyang was nineteen and still learning how to grow into his skin, but now Kun just sighs. Heavy and like he doesn’t get paid enough for this shit. Which he probably doesn’t.

“Bad time for you to be getting sick,” Kun grumbles. He sits down in his chair across from Yangyang and takes his chopsticks in hand. Narrows his eyes. “You better not be contagious.”

Yangyang laughs nervously. He may not be the most socially adept guy ever, but he’d still not great at hiding stuff from the geges. Sometimes he swears they can sniff him out.

“It’s just allergies, I think,” Yangyang says unconvincingly. “You know, pollen and all… the cherry blossoms are blooming…”

There is a brief second in which his eyes slide down to Kun’s chest, just for a glance. Just to make sure that he’s not imagining things. But Kun looks the same as ever - normal, unassuming. Just some guy, really.

His ge purses his lips but lets it go. “Alright, then.”

The rest of their meal passes by like any other. Quiet, almost meditative. There’s nothing new to say to each other after spending the last week hip-to-hip in the mainland. It is so, so painfully normal. But Yangyang is still haunted by the knowledge that normal guy Qian Kun is apparently keeping full b-cups under his shirt.

“Thanks for the meal, ge!” Yangyang says as sincerely as he can the second he’s done eating. And then he’s scampering off to his room, Coco forgotten on the couch.

His face still feels warm even as he curls up in bed and groans into his pillow. Maybe he’s coming down with something after all.

-

It’s not that Yangyang develops an obsession with Kun’s chest, because that is not true. He just… he starts noticing certain things is all.

It’s not hard to see if you’re paying attention. Kun has the habit of making himself small when they’re not on stage, opting to quietly sandwich himself between Guanheng and Dejun and listen to the two bicker. Yangyang has never noticed that before, but he does now. Maybe his new fascination with Kun and his boobs and his occasional quiet demeanor is a respect thing, now that he’s thinking about it, because he’s jealous of the way Kun moulds his body so easily. Big and strong in a photoshoot, small and easy going when they’re in the waiting room. Yangyang catches himself staring at his chest. It does not get any smaller.

It’s just the little things that he notices the most often. Kun always wears baggy shirts to practice but even then you can still see the threat of something. Curves where most men are flat. The sweat has his shirt stuck to his sides and you can see his waist. It’s not tiny, not compared to someone like Ten or Dejun or even Yangyang, but it’s odd to notice that his Kun ge isn’t just all hard angles and sharp lines like most idols are expected to be. He is… well-endowed.

Since when was Kun, of all people, well-endowed? Yangyang feels a little insane about it. Feels like he’s losing his mind. Is this something new? Or has he just been blind for six years?

He is a little distracted by it, admittedly. The apparent weapon of a body Kun is hiding from the rest of them. They have exactly one day to practice with Ten before Yokohama and he may or may not be doing a really bad job at paying attention. Just maybe.

“Yangie!” Ten calls, impatient. “You’re missing your cues!”

He says it in English, which is a bad sign. Yangyang tears his eyes away from where he’s been watching Kun like a hawk in the practice room mirror to where Ten is staring him down with a frown on his face. They’re filming the practice, too, so he really should at least look good and well-mannered on camera.

“Sorry,” Yangyang says reflexively. Disappointing Ten isn’t something anyone would like to do, but it’s even worse when his hyung’s been so busy with solo activities. He fights the urge to hang his head like a scolded puppy. “I’m just… sorry. I’m out of it.”

It’s a lackluster excuse, and his brain’s been so scrambled with his recent obsession to come up with anything better, but Ten’s expression softens anyway. The others always tease that Ten goes easy on him - much easier than Kun ever has - and he can already tell what the other members are thinking based on their expressions alone. Guanheng is smiling with a shit-eating grin and Dejun’s eyebrows are all furrowed in the way they only ever are when he’s trying not to laugh. Idiots.

Kun, at least, looks mildly concerned. But he’s always in his own world when they’re at practice, focused on his own dancing, and discipline always falls to Ten’s shoulders when it comes to performance anyway. Kun never really interferes when Ten rides their asses at practice because he’s never wrong about the kind of adjustments he demands them to make.

(But Kun doesn’t seem to catch Yangyang staring, at least. Which is good. There are times when Kun is shockingly naive, sometimes even oblivious, but those hawk eyes of his are sharp. And so are Ten’s.)

“Just focus,” Ten scolds, though his frown is smoothed away. He slicks back his sweaty hair and chides, “We only have one day. If I catch you slacking again, I’ll have your Kun ge give you a spanking.”

In the grand scheme of Ten-isms and Ten Lee as a person, it’s not even that bad nor that raunchy of a threat. But Yangyang still flushes a furious red and Kun does little more than send Ten a frown.

“...A spanking?” He asks slowly, almost unimpressed.

Ten’s lips curl into a grin. As they always do when he can turn Kun into the butt of the joke, never mind the time crunch they’re in today. “I saw a clip of you talking about your hands, recently,” Ten says. He pitches his voice up. “‘Oh, they’re probably eleven piano keys wide, oh, they’re so big and heavy-’”

“What are you talking about?” Kun’s ears are pink but he only snaps his sweat towel at Ten’s back, who dodges it easily with a cackle. “Why are you watching that stuff!”

“I’m only studying your fanservice, it’s helping me get better,” Ten insists. “And I think some corporal punishment every now again would do us some good, especially with Yangie going through puberty-”

“I’m twenty-four years old!” Yangyang shouts, face aflame, not sure why his brain conjures up the image of being bent over Kun’s knee and forced to- okay, no, not that either. “I thought we had to focus on practice!”

Ten smiles like a cheshire cat, the kind of smile that makes you fear for your life. Kun just huffs. Dejun and Guanheng remain blessedly quiet for once in their lives, but their grins are not well-meaning.

“We’ll get back to practice, then,” Ten says cheerfully. “But don’t think you can escape that spanking, Liu Yangyang.”

Yangyang grumbles. Bats Guanheng away when he ruffles his hair. But he focuses in on the choreography at hand and doesn’t even spare Kun a single glance until they’re done.

It lasts for the next few days, actually. He refuses to look in the mere direction of Kun and his stupidly beautiful breasts, still not really sure why he feels the inclination to stare in the first place. On the plane to Japan, he sits next to Ten and posts an obligatory selfie to Bubble, using the short flight to catch up with his busy hyung and not think about Kun’s boobs. Not even a little bit.

“I worry that you two live like strangers,” Ten comments idly, even though there is no time in his busy schedule for him to worry over something as trivial as Kun and Yangyang’s roommate situation. “If you let him get too lonely, he’ll wither away.”

Ten isn’t someone who makes a habit out of expressing concern for Kun, but he’ll do it in small doses. On occasion, usually only after they’ve spent some time apart and it’s clear he’s missed him (despite his insistence that he did not, Qian Kun, it’s like you’re obsessed with me or something!). He always disguises his worry like teasing even though it’s clear he’s really the only one out of them who thinks Kun needs any kind of looking after, as if their leader isn’t the most socially active and generally competent person they all know.

“He went out with Chenle and Junhui a few days ago,” Yangyang tells Ten, not really wanting to be sucked into a conversation where all they do is talk about Kun, of all things. “I don’t think he’s lonely at all. I’m trying not to bother him.”

Kun always keeps himself busy, almost to a worrying degree. Whether that’s by traveling or holing himself up in his room or the company building to finish a song or spending his one day off in weeks skydiving, of all fucking things. Yangyang always figured that was typical of someone as extroverted as Kun, who makes friends everywhere he goes. There’s no point in interfering in anything when Kun’s life is already packed to the brim with big, exciting things. Yangyang doesn’t consider himself to be an exciting thing.

Ten only clicks his tongue. “He needs some time with his baby Yangyang. Mother-son bonding.”

He’s only teasing like he always is, and yet Yangyang is still overcome with the urge to protest anyway. I’m not a baby! and Kun isn’t, like, my mom. But there is… there is an inkling at the back of his head. A tiny thing.

If he really thinks about it - like, really, really thinks about it - Kun is kind of like a mom? Just a little bit? Like one of those super active moms who ages really well…

Okay, no. Absolutely not. That is an insane thing to be thinking.

“Yeah, whatever,” Yangyang huffs. “I’ll keep him company.”

That gets Ten to smile and call him a good boy, of course, because he has it in his head that Kun is his work husband who will perish if Ten isn’t around to keep him active. Yangyang almost wants to snap his teeth. He keeps Kun very active, thank you very much!

But Ten’s only teasing, is the thing. So.

They land in Japan. The stage in Yokohama goes well. It’s the same as every other performance, really. Yangyang likes his outfit and they all look good and… it’s fine.

“Ge, you’ve really been working out!” Guanheng wolf-whistles when Kun is done changing into his stage outfit. They’ve put him in a tank top that actually leaves little to the imagination. Hugs his chest skin-tight.

“What are you talking about?” Kun lets Guanheng grope at his biceps, though he looks exasperated. He probably thinks that he’s teasing. But then Kun turns to the mirror and flexes just the tiniest bit as Guanheng jeers at him some more, and Yangyang’s mouth goes dry because Kun’s chest just… pushes out the tiniest bit. Gets bigger.

Fuck.

“You need a bra,” Dejun says sagely from the side, arms folded across his chest and eyeing Kun up and down appreciatively. Their leader sputters.

Now that the teasing has gone group-wide, Ten looks up from his phone to level Kun with a vaguely judgemental look. “Since your ge’s in his thirties, he wants to show off.”

“I am not in my thirties!” Kun barks, shrugging his jacket on and hiding the hard muscles of his arms from sight. But even still, you can see a distinct line in the fabric where his chest meets his ribcage.

Yangyang blinks. What the fuck happened to his rule of no staring at Kun ge’s boobs? Surely he can manage this, at least. But he’s bitterly reminded of the fact that Dejun and Kun went live at the gym last night and it just feels like Kun’s chest grew bigger overnight. There’s some weird shit going on here.

Yangyang really should stop staring. But his interest in Kun’s chest isn’t, like, a perverted thing. It’s just a mere observation. This is what he tells himself.

It’s not weird for a guy to appreciate.

Besides, Kun has always been so growly about his body, more on the insecure side. He’s the only one out of the five of them who isn’t built like a stick (though their diets certainly don’t help, nor does the encouragement to have the least body fat as humanly possible), and for some reason Kun has always had a complex about it. But when Yangyang was twenty and the size of a chopstick, he always thought it’d be more attractive to be built like Kun is. Still does. Even if Kun doesn’t have abs like Guanheng, it’s not a bad thing. He’s muscular and stocky and it’s kind of… well.

It’s kind of hot, if you’re into that sort of thing. Which Yangyang isn’t. For the record.

“Just stay covered up,” Yangyang mumbles without really thinking, snapping out of his daze. And when Ten turns to look him down with a raised eyebrow: “The fans will be scandalized!”

It’s a bad save, even as he mumbles something about Japan being a conservative country. But Dejun only snorts and Ten’s lips curl into a grin at the teasing. Guanheng pats Kun on the back as their leader frowns.

“You guys just like making fun of me,” Kun pouts, some of the Qian Kun patented Old Man Aegyo peeking through. “I’m staying all covered up.”

The others exchange smiles like they’re all in on a private joke even as they indulge in Kun’s brattiness, opting to baby him in high-pitched voices until Kun cringes and breaks into laughter. Though all of them know he really likes the babying.

But the thing is that I wasn’t joking, Yangyang thinks. I wasn’t joking at all.

The concert goes well. It’s fun to perform as five again and it’s great to see so many leekbongs in such a big crowd. Having Ten with them after he’s been so busy for the last month or so with solo schedules and preparations is a treat - he helps balance out the energy that comes with the unstoppable, hyperactive combination of Kun-Dejun-Guanheng. Yangyang relishes in the cheers of the crowd and focuses in on his performance, giving it all without any distractions. Especially ones that have to do with a certain gege’s massive pecs.

Except Ten is, of course, the catalyst. As he is for just about everything ever.

“Our Kun Kun has been working out so much!” He coos during their ment. They all had a feeling something like this was coming ever since the debacle in the waiting room. Ten will always take the opportunity to tease, especially if the fans are involved. “Kun-ah, don’t you want to show the fans what you’re hiding under there?”

That immediately gets a noise of excitement out of Dejun, who has always oddly (but unsurprisingly) been into them taking off their clothes. Guanheng’s grin goes conspiring, creeping closer to Kun with grabby hands. Ten, all too pleased with himself, stares Kun down expectantly. Yangyang goes frozen.

Because the thing is that sometimes they all have to really work hard to coerce Kun into indulging them and their ridiculous requests for him to show himself off for once, but if the cameras are on or a fan is asking, he’ll do it willingly. Without hesitation. Kun sends a look of annoyed disdain over to Ten, but he smiles and asks the crowd: “You want to see more?”

The Japanese translator echoes his question and the crowd cheers the hardest they’ve cheered thus far, which is pretty remarkable for the overwhelmingly polite Japanese audience. Kun grins wider, handing his mic to Yangyang as the other members jeer at him. Yangyang blinks down at the orange mic in his hand. Kun’s favorite color.

“Let’s cheer loudly for our leader!” Ten hypes him up in Japanese. The other two follow suit, yelling their own support, and Yangyang stares at the jumbotron screen behind them. He does not know what he should say. His brain is blissfully empty.

The camera switches from a wide shot of the group to a close up on Kun. 6K high definition - you can see the sweat dripping down his forehead. Kun’s ears are pink and there’s a shy smile on his face, but the mischievousness is also there. It’s rare that someone like Kun is so nonchalant about showing himself off, and Yangyang can only stare.

“Ooh, Kun-san,” Guanheng encourages. “You look good!”

Kun shrugs his jacket off of his shoulders and you can see the bulge of his biceps and the definition of his pecs. On a screen this big, they look… humongous. Like he really, really needs a bra. Yangyang swallows even though his mouth has gone dry. The other three cheer even louder.

He thinks, briefly, of that afternoon at the kitchen table. Kun leaned over, the subtle flash of a dark nipple. And thus it is with true and abject horror that Yangyang realizes that under Kun’s skin-tight tank top are his nipples. Under that shirt, there is everything.

Which… okay. What the fuck.

The crowd breaks into jeers and Yangyang stares at Kun’s shoulders flex. Strong, wide, his big hands coming up to hold his jacket open. What was it Ten said? Eleven piano keys wide? Heavy hands?

Yangyang wants them on him, for some reason. Or in him. Kind of wants to suck on his fingers, which is… huh. Well.

After the rest of the group has teased him enough, Kun laughs and puts his jacket back on. Just like that, like it’s no big deal that he ever showed himself off in the first place. Yangyang turns back, facing the crowd again, and has the sudden realization that he just stared at his gege’s boobs in front of an audience of thousands and a live broadcast to Weverse.

He doesn’t know what to think. Doesn’t know if he should ponder on Kun’s hands, or his arms, or his chest, doesn’t know why he’s thinking about any of these things at all. He hands Kun’s mic back to him, watches his fingers close around the length of it. The girth. Long fingers. Yangyang watches his leader flush red and grin, and in shaky Japanese the others will certainly tease him for: “Did you enjoy that?”

The audience cheers their hearts out. The rest of the members laugh. Ten meets Yangyang’s empty gaze with a knowing glint in his eyes and Yangyang does not quite know what to do. He has a feeling that Ten, as always, knows something that he doesn’t. Not yet.

Yangyang fumbles for a sip of water. Speaks when it’s his turn. His heart is pounding even three songs later, and looking Kun in the eye is an impossible task for the rest of the day.

-

It occurs to Yangyang, once they’re back in Korea, that there’s a small chance he’s having a bit of a sexuality crisis. If you can even call it that.

It’s not like he was under the impression that he wasn’t attracted to guys, because being in NCT kind of makes homosexuality inevitable if you have even the slightest inkling that you’re not completely straight. With twenty-five guys in one group, there’s a good bit of sharing and casual flings. Yangyang isn’t innocent of that, and as far as he knows, only the Wishies have gone without knowing what it’s like to drunkenly make out with Ten or grind on the dancefloor with Taeyong. Or get a blowjob from Johnny or stress relieve with Dejun or have weird kinky sex with Jaemin (usually with Jeno included) or exchange handjobs with Chenle in a waiting room or-

Okay, well. Anyway.

Yangyang knows he likes guys, he just also knows he likes girls a little bit more. He never grew out of the teenage boy phase of liking big-breasted older women, something Dejun bullies him endlessly for, but he didn’t think that somehow his preference would morph into wanting to fuck Qian Kun against the kitchen counter while he makes eggs for breakfast.

And yet here he is. Staring at Kun’s ass as he hums Jay Chou to himself and putters his way around the kitchen.

Yangyang doesn’t make a habit of messing around with the WayV members. It’s not, like, a familial thing, it’s just that sometimes it’s weird to have Ten’s dick in his mouth and then have to act like his annoying dongsaeng the morning after. But even then, he’s done something with most of them. Though never with Kun. It’s hard to say why, exactly, but…

Well. Kun has a type and everyone knows it. Taller, bigger men. Bonus points if they’re older. The thing he has with Ten kind of vaguely skirts the line of being so romantic at times that Yangyang squints at the two of them, especially since Ten is shorter, smaller, and younger. And much more annoying than Kun’s usual. But those two are always insistent it’s not anything. So.

Ten is an outlier, that’s for sure, but Kun has his type. He doesn’t mess around much with the younger members, in addition to that, and sometimes Yangyang wonders if he has some kind of complex about raising them like Taeyong does. WayV and the dreamies. The one time Kun let Dejun give him a blowjob, the little bastard bragged about it for weeks, and even Guanheng had complained about the neverending details about Kun ge’s moans, of all things. Yangyang has never even considered Qian Kun as someone he’d like to sleep with when his leader’s usually so naggy and annoying, but recently… well. Recently, he’s just been considering it. That’s all.

Maybe this is another thing that comes with the development of your frontal lobe. Being into old, boring guys like Kun.

Qian Kun’s the kind of guy anyone with a brain would be into, is the thing. He is charismatic and he can cook and is smart and has his hobbies that he’s so unrelentingly passionate about. His interest in extreme sports and being an adrenaline junkie is just a fun little bonus on top of everything else. He’s the kind of man you’d take home to your parents or something mundane like that. So well-mannered.

The fact that Kun has big tits and sizable ass and broad shoulders and big hands isn’t something that Yangyang thought he’d even be into when Kun has been like a pseudo annoying parental figure to him for well over six years. But he’s been wearing those tank tops a lot, recently, and Yangyang wants to dig his teeth into his pecs. Wants Kun’s palm cradling his jaw as he swallows him down. Dejun was awfully descriptive about Kun’s dick, after all, and it sounded like a decent one. Though he’d probably also grovel at his leader’s feet for one opportunity to cop a feel of his ass, and if that’s not a little pathetic, he doesn’t know what is.

This makes him the last WayV member out of six to have Qian Kun-fueled lust. Guanheng hangs over him for a reason and Kun is always cozied up to Sicheng whenever he’s in Korea. Dejun is probably the most obvious yearner the world has ever seen and Ten is under the impression that Kun is the perfect guy, but god forbid either of them commit. So Yangyang, really, is only following in his geges’ footsteps.

Right? Right.

Yangyang doesn’t know if he’s even being sneaky about it. He doesn’t know if it really matters if he is or not. He spends a lot more time outside of his room, a lot more than he usually does. Even if Coco is happy strewn across his pillow, he’ll take his son out there with him to give him an excuse, at the very least, to not be holed up in his room. Kun doesn’t comment on it, but he gave him a weird glance the third day in a row Yangyang opted to watch the new Lakers game on the TV instead of on his phone in bed. When he invites Chenle and Renjun over to join him, the strange looks multiply. But Chenle makes a loud comment about Kun ge’s boobies, and that’s enough to send their gege off to the gym instead of indulging in their shenanigans like he usually does. Yangyang hates to see him leave, but he loves to watch him go. Kun’s ass might be the most underrated in NCT.

He tries to pay more attention to Kun than he usually does, which works under the excuse that Ten told him to. As Yangyang has always been Ten’s mini-me, it makes enough sense. He crowds Kun against the counters as he cooks, follows him around when he does the dishes. Back when Ten lived with them, they had a horrible track record with keeping the dorm clean, but nowadays Kun will fill the sink with soapy water and work at their dishes until everything’s all shiny. It really doesn’t help Yangyang’s whole thing about being into older women, even if Kun is distinctly a man. What did Ten call it? Mother and son time?

Yeah. It’s something like that.

Kun is basically the only one of them who doesn’t post thirst traps on Bubble, but Yangyang still follows a few update accounts anyway. The artsy idiot mostly just sends photos of his own beautiful photography, and the horny part of Yangyang’s not-fully-but-nearly-there-partially-developed brain whines about it. There’s only so many times he can work himself up to a half chub before he realizes he’s just staring at pictures of Kun’s collarbones on Twitter. And after that, it’s too embarrassing to get off.

How far the mighty have fallen. Just a month ago, he’d probably be hooking up with a female idol from another company instead. Or with Renjun, maybe, because he plays into the whole mommy bullshit that Yangyang is starting to realize he might be genuinely into (and not just as a joke anymore. Even though it was never really a joke.), especially as he stares at Kun’s boobs while he does push ups in the living room. Yangyang lays on the couch, playing NBA on the TV but watching Kun’s ass bounce in his peripheral.

There’s no use in acting like it’s not perverted anymore. Yangyang is nothing if not someone who can self-reflect. Though maybe he doesn’t realize just how obvious he’s being to the others.

There’s a text from Dejun in their group chat with Guanheng:

Dejun: ok since when have you wanted to fuck kun ge

And there’s also Ten:

Ten: kun says youre being weird these days -_-

Yangyang opts to ignore the message from Ten because talking about Kun to him would open a whole new can of worms. He gets oddly protective even though Kun is just about the last person in the world who needs his six year-long situationship to defend his honor. So Yangyang scrolls to his group chat with Dejun and Guanheng and bites idly down on his lip.

Yangyang: idk dont you feel like hes been more of a milf recently

There is a two minute long pause.

Guanheng: im sorry what

Dejun: A MILF????

Dejun: YANGYANG!!!!

Yangyang: it’s true :)

Yangyang grins. Those two are so easy to rile up, especially if they’re together. Which they always are, these days, when the geges are busy - he’s too afraid to ask what goes on between them when he’s not paying attention. Doesn’t really need to know. But recently Guanheng has been wrapped around Dejun’s waist like he’s a belt, so.

Dejun: ur sick in the head

Dejun: im calling a doctor

Guanheng: since when was kun a milf

Dejun: DID YOU HIT YOUR HEAD ON SOMETHING

Guanheng: i need to know in what way qian kun gege is a milf to you and quickly

Ah. It’s so funny. They’re acting like Yangyang is someone who’d never have a realization like this, even though he absolutely would. His track record says so.

Yangyang: he has big boobs

Dejun: oh…

Dejun: SO YOURE A PERVERT???

Guanheng: is that all it took for you lol

Yangyang: well also his ass

Guanheng: omg yangyang LMAO

Dejun: YOURE DISGUSTING!!!!!!!

Yangyang: ur the one who wouldnt shut up about his thick cock or whatever

Yangyang: have you seen his boobs theyre like a bcup

Dejun: idk what youre talking about.

Guanheng: is this your mommy kink again

Yangyang rolls his eyes. He told them that in confidence one time. Just once. Yet they will bring it up at any given opportunity.

There is a reason why he very adamantly refuses to engage in a threesome with them. They know too much.

Yangyang: are u kink shaming me :(

Yangyang: big boobs big ass big dick do the freaking math

Dejun: ugh youre such a teenage boy its gross

Guanheng: dejun im so sure you have said the same thing like a million times

Dejun: IDK WHAT YOURE TALKING ABOUT

Guanheng: yangie… im proud of you

Guanheng: this is what lee sooman intended when he put us all in the same group

Yangyang: yeah he wanted us to pass around our leader like a blunt

Dejun: U GUYS ARE DISGUSTING >_<

Dejun: but if he lets u top tell me everything <3

Yangyang is thinking of how he can possibly gloat over something that hasn’t yet happened when his phone gets an incoming call from Ten. Which is… not necessarily a good thing, to be completely honest.

Yangyang: brb hyung is hunting me down if u never see me again i died

Guanheng: lololol

Dejun: deserved!!!!!!

Yangyang sighs. He picks up the call. “Yes, Tennie hyungie?”

Ten’s English is monotone. Unamused. “You left me on read.”

It’s not a good sign about where this is going, probably. Ten’s in the middle of promotions and none of them really ever try to bother him when he has solo stuff, so the fact that Kun messaged him about something as mundane as Yangyang acting weird means things have really been odd. Kun is always the one who insists that Ten doesn’t have time for their shenanigans during his comebacks, so the main group chat falls as quiet as they can manage except for updating Ten on group activities or congratulating him on wins.

So.

“I was busy,” Yangyang says flippantly, which isn’t the brightest idea, but whatever. “Aren’t you busy? Why are you calling me?”

“I’m at Inkigayo,” Ten replies. His tone is leaving no room for nonsense, which bodes well for absolutely nothing. “You have twenty minutes to tell me why you’ve been bothering Kun.”

Yangyang’s laying on the couch and as far as he knows, Kun is still dead asleep. Their practice for waterbomb yesterday was brutal and they’re all trying to rest up (and work out) before the show next week. Even so, he goes to his bedroom to have this mess of a phone call in privacy. Not that it changes much.

“I’m not bothering him,” Yangyang says, which is true. “You’re the one who told me to have some mother-son time.”

Pretty solid logic if you ask him. Ten was so insistent on it, too. But that only gets his hyung huffing on the other side of the line. “He thinks you’re sick! Since when did you give him backhugs!” Ten accuses. “He’s worried you have something contagious!”

Okay, maybe that wasn’t his most subtle move, he can admit that. But Kun stood at the stove yesterday morning and his waist just looked so huggable… and Yangyang is only human…

The teasing is nice when he can throw it back in Ten’s face. A year ago, he never would’ve. But these days he’s feeling more rebellious, and there is no revenge sweeter on Ten Lee than having the hots for the guy he’s so certain he has locked down. Especially when Yangyang has been getting hard everytime Kun leans over the garbage bin to take out the trash.

So he cuts to the chase - he never hides anything from Ten anyway. “I have a thing for milfs,” Yangyang says. “And Kun ge has been awfully milf-like these days.”

It’s the simplest way he can put it. He could beat around the bush, but there’s hardly any fun in that. Ten and Kun get easy to rile up the older they get, and it’s so much more entertaining than he’d like to admit.

To his credit, Ten says nothing for, like, ten seconds. Yangyang spends that time wondering if his hyung has lost his shit completely, or if maybe he’s become a well-adjusted adult who has grown out of the phase of treating Kun like his favorite chew toy. But then Ten’s voice drops to a whisper and he hisses: “did you just call Kun a milf?” And, more noteably: “you’re trying to fuck him while I’m busy?”

Yangyang sputters. “It’s not like he’s your boyfriend!” That’s true. “I don’t need your permission!” That’s also true.

And yet Ten hisses back, more urgent this time. “But I could’ve gotten in on this, Yangyang! How could you leave me out!”

God, the dramatics never stop. Every single one of them needs to have an unhinged reaction to everything or else they’ll die, probably. Yangyang flops backwards into bed with a groan. He lays a hand over his eyes.

“I want him to myself,” Yangyang says. Half-serious, half because it’ll make Ten mad. “I don’t want to have to suffer through a threesome with you and Kun ge.”

That’s not even a lie. Ten would probably make Yangyang sit there and watch. Would make him beg. Kun might also do that, but he will crumble if Yangyang really pulls out all the stops. Like a pout. Or calling him hyung instead of gege. Or dropping the honorifics all together. But anything with Ten involved means he’s in charge, and there is no fucking way Ten would let him simply fuck Kun and call him mommy while mouthing at his tits. No way on earth.

Ten is audibly pouting. “You don’t want me there? I know how to fuck him better than anyone, Yangie. You’re a rookie.”

He’s trying to goad him into an agreement, and Yangyang - even though he very famously will obey Ten’s every whim under normal circumstances - is having none of it. He fucks so well, thank you very much. There’s a reason he’s bragged about his dick so many times. Everyone in the ‘00 line only has good things to say about it.

“There’s nothing you can do to stop me from getting to Kun ge’s gigantic boobs,” Yangyang says back to him, resolute. “Plus the next time we see each other is in May, so I’m not waiting a month.” They won’t be reunited with Ten until SMTOWN Mexico, and Yangyang can think of nothing worse than being stuck in the middle of those two during their reunion.

Ugh, just the thought makes him shiver. They’d be so handsy, looking at each other with affection in their eyes…

Ten sniffles. “I raised you so much better than this,” he says. “You don’t want to call me daddy, Yangie? You don’t want us to share you?” He says it because he knows all of Yangyang’s weaknesses, even the ones he is not yet fully aware of. Like his hero complex for Ten, the way he treats Kun like an adopted parent. Or something adjacent.

Because, like… okay. Well. Okay. If you put it like that, the offer is tempting. Really tempting. Makes his dick twitch, and he thinks about being bent over Kun’s knee with Ten’s fingers in his mouth and being called their good boy-

Wait. No. No, absolutely not. He is going to have Kun to himself even if it’s the last thing he ever does. Even though he would absolutely not mind Ten’s cock back in his mouth or his ass or wherever, really.

“No!” Yangyang says, but he’s definitely putting that one on the backburner. “You’re too old and decrepit! I want him to myself!”

Ten groans. He definitely thought he’d be able to get out of that one, and honestly, he was almost there. But Yangyang’s desire to have Kun’s hands on him and call himself Yangyang’s mommy is far greater than his (secretly) years-long fantasy of having both geges dominate him at once. But again! That’s for another time!

“Evil boy,” Ten grumbles, and you can hear the scowl in his voice. “You won’t even be able to handle him.”

Yangyang is offended by the mere statement. As if. Qian Kun can’t be that hard of a lay (no offense, ge) when he melts every time someone treats him like a dongsaeng. No way in hell.

“I think I’ve got it handled, actually,” Yangyang huffs. “He won’t be able to resist me.”

That gets Ten to scoff. “If you say so, Yangie.” And then he hangs up.

Okay, maybe he could’ve handled that a little better. He just got a little fired up. It’s rare that he and Ten ever compete for anything, as they usually play the same side even when it comes to bickering. After all, Ten has taught him everything he knows and Yangyang gladly uses it for evil. But the thing is that Ten has been his mentor in all aspects of life since he was nineteen, and Yangyang’s eyes have grown keen. Inadvertently, he’s been taught all the ways in which Qian Kun can be whittled down. In an unsexy way usually, yes. Normally he’s just taken notes on how to win a fight against their leader, or goad Kun into paying for dinner. But this philosophy can apply to sex too, surely. Kun’s not a very complicated guy. Yangyang knows how to make himself into Kun’s type without even being taller or bigger or older - he can exemplify Ten Lee easily. It’s the perfect plan.

So Yangyang bounds out of his room when he hears Kun rise around 3 PM. He’s already at the fridge, checking over their pickings. He flinches when Yangyang’s chin hooks over his shoulder, younger boy pressing along his back, but he says nothing.

“Morning, ge,” Yangyang says all sweetly. “Did you sleep well?”

He can see Kun blink. Eyelashes against his cheek. He picks up a tupperware full of cooked mackerel.

“Yeah,” Kun says slowly. Doesn’t move away even when Yangyang puts a very noticeable hand on his waist. “Um, it was good.”

Qian Kun is easy. Way too easy. Yangyang watched him and Ten for years, knows just what touches work and the perfect things to say. Kun doesn’t make a fuss about it outright, but he moves stiffly as he pours himself a coffee. Yangyang will be in his pants by waterbomb, at this rate. He’s dead certain.

Yangyang has an ankle teasing Kun’s under the table while they eat together by the time the text comes. He was waiting for it, honestly. But the thrill of it is still exciting.

Ten: good luck baby ur gonna need it

Ten: you know how stubborn your ge is

Ten: he likes a good challenge and youre a whiny little boy ^_^

Ten: also send pics. thanks

Yangyang grins down at his phone. Kun raises an eyebrow at him but says nothing. How hard could this possibly be?

-

His plan goes like this:

The group flies out on a Friday to Hainan. Yangyang has spent the past week sticking to Kun like a shadow, who - for all intents and purposes - is taking the attention on like a champ. He hardly even acts surprised anymore, even when Yangyang had clung onto him during practice so tightly that Kun didn’t even bother to shake him off. It left a sweat stain down his back that the other two teased him for, and Yangyang even sent a picture to Ten, feeling very smug about Kun’s red ears as he bats the rest of them away. Ten sent back a middle finger emoji. About a dozen of them, actually, which means he’s really mad but doesn’t want to admit it because then he’d be too vulnerable. Though that doesn’t mean he hasn’t stopped tempting Yangyang with the threesome idea, which is definitely going to happen. Not now, though. Not yet.

He’ll get around to it at one point; there’s no way in hell he’s passing up the chance to get Eiffel Towered between two of the hottest people he knows personally. It has to happen or else there’s no point in living as a kpop idol and being surrounded by five other disturbingly sexy older groupmates.

But anyway. The Kun Thing.

He’s doing a pretty damn good job at being a nuisance. Dejun and Guanheng put some distance between themselves and whatever Yangyang is doing with their leader, both of them expressing varying levels of support. Guanheng is encouraging, as he always is, but he still grimaces when Yangyang does aegyo and leans into Kun’s space. Dejun is outright disgusted, like he wouldn’t do the same thing if given the chance. Hypocrite. But it’s all just a part of the plan, really, because Dejun gives his plane seat up to Yangyang without so much more than a glance. He opts to retreat to Guanheng’s side, saying something about re-watching Arcane, and Yangyang plops down in the seat next to Kun. Who doesn’t even spare him a glance.

Kun has an incredibly high tolerance for shenanigans, but Yangyang is genuinely surprised he’s putting up with this so willingly. Their leader is used to being teased, but he hates not being in on jokes when it’s just the four of them and there is no Ten to tell him - while being cloyingly sweet but surprisingly sincere - that they are only joking. Even though Yangyang isn’t actually joking at all.

But Kun has seemingly accepted his fate. Which is good. It takes a lot for a stubborn guy like Qian Kun to not try and shake him off.

If this were anyone else, there’s no way in hell Yangyang would come on so strong. After all, the art of flirtation lies in subtleties. Implications, if you will. But he’s also been Kun’s younger brother figure for six years and Kun already thinks he’s being made fun of even when Yangyang is being as achingly genuine as he can be. Kun’s the same way with Ten. Dejun and Guanheng are too much of good boys to give him much trouble by themselves and Sicheng is, like, his first love or some weird shit like that. He never asked, didn’t want to know. They all have abstractly strange relationships with their leader. He’s that kind of guy.

But all of that is to say that Qian Kun is not someone who makes inferences. If he was, he and Ten would probably be, like, married or something by now. The implications between them are as clear as fucking day and yet Kun still squirms when Ten gives him all of his attention and it’s sometimes painful to watch. They’ve all said it a million times: he likes you. He likes you so much, you just need to say it. And Kun, stubborn: he doesn’t. Not yet. Despite the wine nights and cat sitting and secret dates and-

Well, anyway, Kun’s told them his philosophy a million times over, and it’s what he expects out of the rest of them as well: Be clear. Be straightforward. Keep your intentions pure and genuine in everything that you do. That is your job as an idol.

Not that Yangyang’s intentions are pure in the slightest. Calling him perverted would probably be an understatement, actually, with the way he’s been staring so hard that he can now imagine the curve of Kun’s chest in his mind with startling clarity. But he’s being 100% genuine and as straightforward as he knows how to be. Despite - as Dejun is so insistent on calling it - his tsundere nature.

Kun is smart, yes. And he’s socially gifted, there’s no doubt about that. But sometimes he’s just so oblivious. He has these moments where he gets stuck in his own world and yet is still as self aware as a rock. But if everything goes according to plan, Kun will let Yangyang into his bed by tomorrow night. Or the night after.

Yangyang isn’t picky, after all.

“Do you wanna watch a movie, ge?” Yangyang asks once the flight has taken off. He’s already taken his plane selfie to post once they land and now he’s bored. Kun tends to stick to himself whenever they travel, and it’s about time he changes that. For the sanctity of his plan at the very least.

Kun takes an airpod out of one ear. It’s a new pair - he’s lost three already. He squints. “What’d you say?”

Yangyang purses his lips even though he’s not even annoyed, not really. That’s just the Ten Lee Special in action, and if there’s one thing Yangyang is comfortable with being for his leader, it’s a brat. “Do you wanna watch a movie together?” Yangyang tries again, this time with a smidge of aegyo. The cuteness by itself rarely gets Kun to cave, but he’s starting to realize that Kun has a bit of a soft spot for him that isn’t always the most obvious. As much as Ten, if not more, because there’s no way in hell Kun would ever let Dejun or Guanheng or Sicheng or even Ten torrorize him like this. Clinging so tight.

Something about being the maknae, maybe. He’s not sure. Yangyang doesn’t care much for the implications of that.

Kun blinks. He has no real reaction to the pout on Yangyang’s face besides his features softening just the slightest bit. “You wanna watch something?” He asks. And then, so slowly that it’s almost offensive, “with me?”

It’s a fair question. Yangyang usually spends flights hunkered down on his phone or dead asleep or talking Ten’s ear off if they’ve spent some time apart. And he has very famously refused to be roped into watching films alone with Kun because his gege can be a talker and it pisses him off. If Ten’s there, at least, he’ll tell Kun to shut the fuck up. But short form content and reels on his phone can only be appeasing for so long and he’s willing to sacrifice a bit of peace and quiet to get on Kun’s good side. After all, Yangyang has a gege to seduce.

“Yeah, I do,” Yangyang pulls off his sweetest smile, which makes Kun visibly pause. So he dials it down a bit, into something small and demure and cutesy even though he is twenty-four years old and manly as hell and not cutesy, thank you very much. “It’s been so long since we’ve had a movie night, ge.”

Kun’s hands twitch and there is the smidge of guilt in his frown. The two of them and Ten used to always watch new releases together, but now that Ten has moved out, it’s mostly just Kun going over to Ten’s apartment for “wine nights,” which has to be gay old-man code for something sinister. They’re, like, obsessed with each other. Yangyang doesn’t want to know how much movie watching actually gets done when it’s just the two of them.

The guilt is always a great weapon to have against someone like Kun, who always tries to be a provider even when he doesn’t mean to. Case in point: Kun sighs at Yangyang’s bottom lip wobbling, looking pained. Not that he usually says no to any of them. Or, even when he does, he caves eventually. For as frustratingly stubborn as he is, Qian Kun is plenty agreeable if you play your cards just right as a needy dongsaeng.

“What d’you wanna watch?” Kun asks, popping out his other airpod and putting both of them back into the case. Despite how tired and sleep deprived Kun always is, face completely bare of makeup, Yangyang is slightly taken aback by just how handsome Kun is when he turns his full attention on you.

Yangyang flounders for a second. “Whatever you want!”

He doesn’t do it on purpose this time - getting on Kun’s good side, that is - but it still earns him a small, incredibly pleased smile. Kun is a simpleton in that he’ll go soft if you make him feel considered. Even with something as small as picking a movie.

“Let’s see, then…” Kun taps through the selection on the little airline TV. “Anything except horror, I’m not in the mood…”

They share a pair of earbuds that Yangyang finds in his backpack and settle on Mickey 17, which left theaters before either of them had the chance (or the time) to go see it. A lot of the popular Korean films that Yangyang sees leave him a bit confused, like, culturally, but Bong Joonho is always a safe choice for foreigners. Very Hollywood-esque. And his mom would always watch Robert Pattinson films when he was growing up, swooning whenever he’d pop up on screen and buying magazines about him at the market.

“That’s the guy from Twilight,” Yangyang says unhelpfully, in lieu of knowing what else he could possibly comment on as the first scene rolls out. Kun always likes learning new things. Maybe it’ll be impressive that Yangyang knows Western actors…?

Kun nods sagely. “He was Batman a few years ago.”

Okay. So Yangyang’s attempt to show off his pop culture know-how is unsuccessful. Sometimes he forgets that Kun is on the millennial-gen z cusp and not, like, 50 years old and half in the grave. Boo.

The film is decent, and to Yangyang’s surprise, Kun stays blessedly quiet for most of it. He’s been so into films these days, he comments idly on the shots he particularly likes but not much otherwise. Yangyang almost wants to brag to Ten - Kun ge is so well behaved when it’s just the two of us! But he is an adult, so he won’t. Probably.

“That was good,” Kun grins when it’s over. “Should we watch something else?”

It’s not like Kun isn’t smiley around him, or not oftentimes annoyingly chipper about the oddest of things. But Yangyang is never used to this attention being solely turned on him, not unless Kun is exasperated or annoyed or naggy. Even when Yangyang was clinging to him around the apartment and the company, Kun seemed to be hesitantly resigned to it all.

“Sure,” Yangyang says. His face is not red. He just forgot that Qian Kun knows how to be handsome and charming, that’s all.

“Okay,” Kun hums. “How about Wong Kar Wai?”

Yangyang never thought trying to get into someone’s pants would lead him to watching Chungking Express, of all films, but Kun is deeply enraptured and Yangyang is oddly embarrassed about it. He’s not, like, in love with Kun or anything like that. Far from it. Ten can have his heart all he wants. But they’ve been so busy over the past year that sometimes he forgets what it’s like when Kun is all happy and content and enjoying himself. Kun orders a single glass of wine from a nearby flight attendant and by the time half of it is gone, there is a happy flush on his cheeks and Yangyang thinks back to New Year’s. Kun’s birthday.

It’s a weird memory, now that he thinks about it.

On New Year’s Eve, they were all together. As they have been every single year since debut. Any chance to get Kun wasted is something they’re going to take, especially since his alcohol tolerance has seemingly gone downhill. He gets so agreeable after enough liquor and wine. Very chatty. But it’s a few hours past midnight and they’re strewn across Ten’s apartment and Ten is in Kun’s lap. Dejun and Guanheng are playing Smash on the TV. Yangyang, happily buzzed, is curled up on the couch with Louis.

He never pays super close attention to Kun and Ten when they’re together, not like he used to. It used to make him jealous sometimes. But Ten is laughing into Kun’s mouth as they kiss and it makes something in his belly flop.

“You’re so drunk,” Ten coos. “You’re so drunk and you like me so much.”

Yangyang’s ears go red when Kun only smiles. “I do.”

It makes him feel like a voyeur even though they’re not even doing anything. It’s just rare that Kun pours out his affections so openly when all of them are together - it’s only ever small, fleeting touches. But Kun’s hands are on Ten’s waist and he is holding him flush against him and Yangyang must be drunk because he thinks, damn, I need those hands on me.

Maybe that was a premonition for the present, but whatever.

Seeing what Kun is like when he’s feeling tender and loving is a bit overwhelming. Kun noses into Ten’s cheek and holds him tightly. Nothing scandalous (or not yet, at least). But Kun’s voice is low, almost a croon. Yangyang doesn’t know if he’s ever heard his leader sound like that before. He doesn’t think he has.

“Qin Qin,” Kun says. “Thank you for tonight.”

Yangyang looks away, embarrassed. But he memorizes the timbre in his mind. This is what Qian Kun sounds like when he wants something. When he wants something and he gets it. When Ten Lee is in his lap and kissing him.

“Someone has to take care of you, old man,” Ten says back, just as soft. “Happy Birthday, Kun Kun.”

They kiss again. With tongue, this time. Ugh. Yangyang’s cheeks are red and Guanheng pulls him into playing Smash so they can switch out and Yangyang is so, so eager to get to kick Dejun’s ass instead of thinking about the way his guts churn at the way Kun’s hands cover Ten’s waist.

They only last another hour before Kun throws up, anyway. Ten laughs but strokes his back as he leans over the toilet. Guanheng is the most sober of them and gets him water. The memory almost disappears from Yangyang’s mind entirely because he gets swept up with Dejun into setting up the living room into a decent enough sleeping arrangement.

And yet, four months later, Yangyang is sitting on a plane with Kun as he sips on his wine and watches a movie that they barely understand. He is a little distracted. His plan has worked so far; of course it has, it’s full proof. But Yangyang is starting to realize that he might be a little over his head when Kun sends him a smile. A very, very familiar smile.

“Want any, Yangie?” He asks, offering his glass. Kun’s voice is low. Yangyang thinks about New Year’s. It is not the same, not quite laced with as much affection, but it is smooth and something in his chest lurches.

“‘M okay,” Yangyang says in a small voice. They are not even touching. Not at all. But Kun, who he often sees as a loser and an old man, suddenly has his attention on him. A private smile. Not quite his Ten-Smile, but-

“Sometimes I forget you’re still just a baby,” Kun laughs, edging on tipsy. A hand reaches across them to ruffle Yangyang’s hair. His palm covers the top of his head. “Sweet baby.”

Yangyang’s face goes bright red. Kun downs his wine. His tone is soft and every part of Yangyang freezes, except for his dick. Which is getting hard. Why the fuck is he getting hard? The flight is only another three hours and Kun doesn’t touch him again. He has to think about Lee Soo Man dancing in the Love Talk cage in order to get his boner to flag.

The plan is working, yes. And he knew it would. But maybe he should’ve taken Ten’s advice more seriously. Good luck, baby, you’re gonna need it. You know how stubborn your ge is - he likes a good challenge and you’re a whiny little boy. You won’t even be able to handle him.

Ten is right, he realizes at once. As Kun grins at him and queues up another movie. Asks Yangyang if he wants anything to drink. Ge will pay for you, don’t worry.

This is awful. Yangyang sinks into his seat. Qian Kun is not an easy lay after all.

-

The moment they get to the hotel, Yangyang retreats to his room. Kun sends him a concerned look, completely sober by the time they land, and lays a hand on Yangyang’s shoulder. Yangyang squirms away. Feels like he needs to jerk off and also have a crisis in peace.

“You’re doing really well at playing Ten hyung,” Dejun says. “You know, the whole hot-cold thing.”

Yangyang, face aflame, glares at him. “Shut up.”

He orders room service for dinner and posts his selfie on Bubble and goes live on Yizhibo so he has an excuse to not join the others down in the hotel gym. When it’s the four of them traveling he tends to stick to himself anyway, so it’s not that weird. He’s decided to call it a tactical retreat.

Talking to the fans is nice. The food is good. The view from their hotel is stunning. But once the camera’s turned off and Yangyang is left alone with himself and the silence, he feels like he’s losing his mind.

Things the plan did not account for: Kun being hot.

Of course Kun is hot. Yangyang has always (secretly) thought he was. But what kind of thirty year-old looks that good while tipsy? With a bare face and dark circles under his eyes? It’s not fair that Kun is, like… charismatic. Or whatever. Whenever Ten lays attention on him, he acts so shy and put-off. But when it’s Yangyang, he takes it on gladly. Thinks it’s cute.

Things the plan did not account for: Yangyang might actually be a tsundere after all.

With Kun giving attention back to him, his body’s first instinct is to flee. Or hiss. Or fight. He does not know what to do when Kun smiles at him or when his voice goes all low. He does not know what to do other than blush and stutter. Like he’s nineteen again, or even worse, a trainee who calls his NCT sunbae Kun hyung with stars in his eyes. It’s embarrassing. Yangyang is a fucking adult! And a sexy one at that!

Things the plan did not account for: Ten was right. Why is he always right?

Yangyang always thought Ten’s thing for Kun was a need for stability, something consistent. Qian Kun is competent at just about everything and he’s a great person to rely on for things like comfort and familiarity. But Yangyang is starting to realize that Kun gives back just as good as he gets it, and of course Ten Lee would never bother with someone who doesn’t give the push-and-pull back to him. What’s the fun in that? They’re both freaks.

So there is a conclusion that Yangyang comes to: he is probably in over his head, here. It’s not the first time he’s been too cocky or thinking too much with his dick and not enough with his brain. And he’s sort of starting to understand why Dejun wouldn’t shut the fuck up about Kun’s dick for two months. Kun is not as easy as he looks. Of course he isn’t.

Out of the two of them, Ten is far easier to seduce. If you give him enough compliments, he’ll cave. Not that he doesn’t like to play with his food, but at least you know what you’re getting into by the time his lips are on yours.

Kun is like… an enigma. In a sexual sense. Has he always been like this? Surely not. There’s no way.

He texts Dejun and Guanheng:

Yangyang: this whole milf business is terrifying

Yangyang: i think kun ge might eat me before i get to grope his boobs

Guanheng: ok kinda wish i didnt just read that with my own two eyes while kun ge is telling me about his favorite cameras

Guanheng: wtf did he do

Yangyang: hes sexy

Yangyang: im scared

Yangyang: is it too late to back out

Dejun: LOLLLLLL

Dejun: are u gonna tell ten hyung that u cant handle him kkkkkkk

Yangyang: >:(

Guanheng: yangie… u can do it

Guanheng: also i made a bet with chenle so u have to

Yangyang: YOU MADE A BET?

Dejun: renjun and chenle said u wouldnt be able to do it

Dejun: we believed in you!!! btw!!!! ur a boss baby!!!!!

Yangyang: okay. die

Guanheng: if u dont u will have to live with the shame 4ever

There is nothing worse in the world than admitting defeat to Ten Lee. Even though they’ve all had to do it and Ten never loses an argument - ever. Yangyang grits his teeth.

Yangyang: ALRIGHT. NO!!!! NO!!

Yangyang: I WILL FUCK QIAN KUN IF ITS THE LAST THING I EVER DO!!!!

Guanheng: love to see that energy

Guanheng: theres like a million won on the line so keep it up

Yangyang: A MILLION?

Dejun: two million. maybe three

Dejun: chenle has so much money and hes so evil about it. he needs to be eradicated from this earth

Dejun: get that dick and tell us how it goes

Yangyang: okay yes

Yangyang: OKAY YES

Yangyang: I AM SO SEXY!!! KUN GE WILL BE SWEPT OFF HIS FEET!!!!!

Guanheng: lolololol

Dejun: yangster fighting

Yangyang: EVERYTHING IS FINE AND I WILL FUCK HIM SO GOOD TEN DEVELOPS A COMPLEX ABOUT IT!!!!!

It’s a perfectly solid plan. He just has to pivot a little. Nothing wrong with a little pivoting.

Guanheng: well sure

Dejun: we are rooting for u

He goes to sleep that night and awakes the next day with a fresh, open mind. There’s a newfound determination in him to not get swept away by Qian Kun’s smile or generally good looks or incredibly sexy body. He downs a protein bar and two cups of coffee and sets out to meet up with the others with a resolute glint in his eye.

“Morning, ge!” Yangyang chirps with a level of confidence unfathomable to the rest of humanity. With a side of self assurance that has never been seen before. He cozies up to Kun’s side and gives him his best boba eyes.

Kun looks sleepy, but he still grins. “Good morning, Yangie.” And then he squeezes a hand on Yangyang’s nape.

Okay. Wait.

Hold on.

Yangyang does not flounder at the feeling of a big hand caressing him. Absolutely not. Nor does he blush when Kun’s tank top dips low and he’s wearing that stupid dainty chain again, nor does he stutter when Kun asks him what he had for breakfast, nor does he avoid looking in Dejun and Guanheng’s eyes in shame, because that would be stupid. And Yangyang is not stupid. He’s not.

…But within a few hours they are at the venue, and Yangyang has the startling realization that he is, in fact, a fucking idiot.

He wants a very stern word with whoever told Qian Kun about the existence of tank tops. Whoever told this man, who is nearly thirty, that his sex appeal would multiply by about a thousand if he wore as little clothes as possible, actually. They need to die. Immediately. He’s almost pissed off when Kun prances around in his wife beater, giving an excuse about the humidity or whatever. His arms are huge. These three have been working out like madmen and he wants to strangle himself. Yangyang is starting to feel like maybe the plan requires more pivoting than he originally accounted for. Which is a problem when a sexy beast of an elderly man like Qian Kun takes it upon himself to hand feed you shrimp chips.

Maybe this is karma, he thinks. This is his penance. He spent too many years terrorizing his geges and now the universe is taking his revenge on him by making his loser leader coo at him like he’s a baby. Kun’s baby.

Fucking hell. He’s going to die.

Soundcheck is like torture. Yangyang refuses to look in Kun’s direction and Kun still manages to find him with a heavy hand at the small of his back. Dejun sends him a shit-eating grin during Electric Hearts and Yangyang so, so, so badly wishes he could flip him off. Guanheng comes to his rescue during Give Me That by putting an arm around Yangyang’s shoulders and squeezing him away from Kun.

“You poor boy!” Guanheng laughs when Yangyang takes his in-ears out.

Yangyang blushes and shoves him off. “Shut up!”

The balance of the scales of their group has very quickly tipped into uncomfortable territory. Kun is being a nuisance and keeps trying to rope Yangyang into taking photos with him and filming Tiktoks, even though that’s obviously Dejun and Guanheng’s jobs because they’re both sluts for attention and will wither away if they don’t get to film silly videos for the entire internet and all of their fans to see. They change into their stage outfits and Kun is, once again, wearing a stupid fucking tank top. It’s white. It’ll show his nipples if it gets wet, and it’s going to get wet, and Yangyang has to do a lap around the staff area so he doesn’t lose his mind.

“Yang-ah,” Kun beckons him over when he comes back. “Take some pictures of me, hm? For Instagram and Weibo.”

Yangyang narrows his eyes. Guanheng is Kun’s resident photographer. Always has been. But Guanheng is busy whistling as he looks at the wall of their tent like the stitching of it is the most interesting thing he’s ever seen. Dejun is doing something similar. They are horrible, horrible people.

Yangyang’s shoulders slump. “Yes, ge.”

He takes Kun’s phone in hand as his leader straightens his clothes and gets into what he thinks is a cool pose for the photos. He looks… good. Kun looks good and he always looks good and Yangyang sort of hates to admit it. He’s spent so much of his life teasing his ge for forehead wrinkles that he doesn’t actually have, and it makes Yangyang a little mad that he’s only catching onto the Kun hype now. Has Kun always been this hot? Surely not. He’d probably even look good with forehead wrinkles. Stubble or a five o’clock shadow or smile lines…

“How do I look?” Kun asks. He’s posed kind of lamely, holding up a peace sign and doing the stereotypical one-foot-in-front-of-the-other that every idol does. But now Yangyang is noticing for the first time that Kun has a killer jawline. He’s short, but his proportions are good. And even with these two layers on he’s all wide and bulky-

“Good,” Yangyang croaks. His cheeks are pink. Should he tease? He doesn’t know if he can. He avoids looking Kun in the eyes.

“Great,” Kun hums. He puts his hands into his pockets. “Just a few more and we’re good.”

Yangyang has never felt so out of his depth in his life, which is saying a lot as a kid who came to a foreign country to become a kpop idol. But for a reason he can’t quite pin down, his hands shake as he holds Kun’s phone up and takes photo after photo. Why the hell are his hands shaking? It’s just Kun. His leader, his gege, the guy who nags him more than he praises him. Even if Kun is hot (which, okay, maybe he is), Yangyang has seen him not be hot, like, a million times over. With bedhead and morning breath and dark circles and acne. With a double chin as he looks down at a cat perched on his chest, with bad haircuts and surprisingly shitty dye jobs. Kun had a man bun during quarantine, for god’s sake. But even then… even then he was hot. Kind of.

So Yangyang’s hands are unsteady, uncomfortable with the amount of realizations he’s been having lately, the ones regarding his leader. As Kun smiles smugly at the camera. As Yangyang avoids looking him in the eyes.

The photos all come out comically shaky.

“It’s a vibe, really,” Kun insists when he looks them over. He never asks anyone to retake pictures of him even when they come out blurry or badly framed or unfocused, even when he’s taught them all how he likes his pictures taken a dozen times. It’s why Guanheng is the one entrusted with the camera - he’s the only one who ever listened. “These are great for Instagram. I look like I could be your age, right?”

He’s joking, but Yangyang almost feels bad. Kun would spend hours taking perfectly framed photos of them and editing them himself if he could. It’s one of his favorite things to do in the world, actually. Yangyang feels rather unimpressed with himself and the fact that his hands have given up on functioning properly just because Kun has great proportions, of all things.

“Are you sure?” He asks, offering out a hand to take the phone back. Normally he wouldn’t push, but even Kun needs some good shots of himself.

But Kun only smiles. “I’m sure. Stuff like this is trendy these days, Yangyang. Very gen z.”

Ugh. He’s so stupid with that self-satisfied smirk on his face as he retreats back into the tent. What the hell does a twenty-nine year-old know about trends anyways?

Yangyang tries to refocus on keeping his sanity intact, at the very least, for the remainder of the time left before they’re set to perform. His goal for this concert should just be, like, looking hot and singing well. And not the fact that Qian Kun’s nipples will soon be out for the whole world to see. He and Dejun take turns doing push ups against the waiting room furniture. The staff takes videos for the socials and Yangyang tries not to blush red about how meager his biceps are in comparison to Dejun and Kun. Guanheng is dressed in one of the ugliest outfits he’s ever had to wear to date and also two thick layers of clothing, so he just goofs off for the camera. You can’t even see any of his muscles.

It’s a shame. Guanheng really has the best six pack out of all of them.

“Since when were you so conservative?” Yangyang asks him, only half-joking. Guanheng pretends to flex for the camera and the bulky vest he’s wearing does him absolutely no favors. “Are you gonna take all of that off?”

“Probably not,” Guanheng says, trying to look serious and sincere and failing. “I’m trying to be subversive, you know. It’s a new thing I’m doing.”

Fat fucking chance of that. Guanheng was shirtless on pretty much every single one of their tour stops and also during every practice they’ve ever had and last Waterbomb, he was the first one to show skin. And now he’s only more bulked up. Spends just as much time in the gym as Dejun does. The first time he had sent a picture of his new and improved abs to the group chat, Ten had asked if it was photoshopped. He was horrified that it was not.

“Everyone knows how much you love to be naked,” Dejun says. He stares narrow-eyed at Guanheng’s outfit, looking a little disturbed. “You’re not convincing anyone.”

It’s true. Yangyang has never met someone so allergic to having a fashion sense and also to the societal expectation to always be wearing a shirt. Dejun always says he roams around their apartment in boxers, and he was the main reason why they used to put out a warning in the group chat every time one of them would go live in the dorms. Or keep their doors locked.

But Guanheng only grins. It’s something mischievous. Almost sinister.

“I have a surprise planned on Bubble,” he says. His tone is a bit worrying, the teasing lilt of it, and Yangyang does not envy any Hendery fans. What could a surprise from Guanheng possibly be?

There’s no one out of the six of them who’s as skilled at boyfriend pics and thirst traps as Guanheng is, and they are all willing to concede defeat on just how thirsty his fans can get. Besides the half-eaten food pictures, he can make them all look like amateurs. Dejun and Yangyang exchange a worried look.

“One day there’ll be a crusade against you online,” Dejun says. “There’s no saving you.”

“Don’t act like you won’t be going shirtless tonight, Jun,” Guanheng waves him off, opting to not let them in on his scheme. “You can do all of the fanservice for us, yeah? In Ten hyung’s honor.”

That, of course, leaves Dejun sputtering. As if they didn’t all know just what his plans were tonight - his diet of nothing but chicken breasts has to count for something. And it’s not like they’ll be stripping at SMTOWN next month.

Guanheng’s staying covered up, for once, and Yangyang certainly won’t be taking off his clothes. And Kun… well.

Their leader is busy doing push ups in what little space isn’t taken up by staff members and equipment. It makes his biceps bulge and Yangyang is trying his best to ignore the beautiful, beautiful shape of his muscles. Trying to ignore them and failing. Kun is huge compared to most of them. Yangyang can’t decide if he’s jealous or if he wants to see how deep the arch of his ge’s back can go.

Hmm… the baggy jeans don’t do much. But Yangyang has seen Kun in tight sweats around the house, has seen him in leather pants for Love Talk. There is a bend to him. Maybe he’s flexible. Hopefully he’s flexible.

God. Yeah, he’s a pervert.

“Are your clothes staying on, ge?” Guanheng asks conversationally even as Kun huffs and puffs from exertion. “You’ve really been teasing the fans lately.”

The fans and me, Yangyang thinks forlorning. But he keeps his mouth shut. God forbid Kun figures him out.

“I don’t have abs,” Kun grits out, like his toned stomach and heavy pecs aren’t incredibly sexy as they are. Abs aren’t even the end-all be-all of male physique, and are a pain in the ass to maintain. “I still have a dad bod.”

Yangyang wonders, briefly, how in the world someone as hot as Kun is convinced he has a dad bod. He has a killer waist and a curve to him that’s more sexy than middle aged. Yangyang has caught Ten staring him down countless times, licking his lips like he’s starving. Usually when Kun is bent over. Or in the damn Love Talk cage, dripping sweat and dressed in skin-tight clothes.

“You have more of a mom bod, I think,” Dejun offers unhelpfully. “In the chest area.” Yangyang elbows him in the side as Kun’s ears go pink.

“You’re fine just the way you are!” Guanheng encourages. “Women are super into guys like you these days, ge. They want their men to have some meat on them.”

It’s not even an exaggeration, really, because they’ve all seen the incredibly graphic things fans have been saying about their leader on Weibo. But Kun just grunts as he shifts onto his knees and wipes sweat from his brow. Breathing heavily from the exercise.

“Thanks, guys, but I’m not really where I want to be just yet,” Kun sighs. A staff member hands him a towel and he pats down his forehead and his neck. It’s funny. Kun is a relatively hefty guy, but his movements are always a little dainty. “What about you, Yangie? Can you strip so gege doesn’t have to?”

It comes from so far out of left field that Yangyang sputters. The other two burst into laughter and Kun grins at his own teasing. Like a pleased cat. Or a bear. He and Ten are so much more alike than they could ever realize.

“Dejun is getting naked, not me!” Yangyang reminds all of them, feeling oddly flustered. Can you strip so gege doesn’t have to? Kun never refers to himself as gege anymore. Wanting to hang onto his youth or whatever. But the reminder of the age between them - the experience - is-

“Since when was I getting naked?” Dejun squawks, riled up just from that. “I’m only taking off my shirt! Just my shirt!”

Somehow, that evolves into the usual bickering. Guanheng, energetic as ever, teases him (oh? Just your shirt? Why not your pants, too? Have you not been working on your thighs, Jun Jun?) and Dejun, bright red, goes on one of his usual middle child tirades (stop teasing me! Or else I won’t take anything off! And I’ll tell all of the fans to blame you!). Yangyang’s ears are still a little pink and he has to look away when Kun grins, stretching. Arms raising up over his head, flexing, probably big enough for Yangyang to wrap both hands around them.

It’s not fair, really. The fact that Kun is bulky and also has big tits and a fat ass. Yangyang wants to open him up with his tongue and watch his hips shake. Fuck.

“It doesn’t matter if we take off any clothes or not,” Kun decides to placate eventually, once the other two’s arguing starts getting oddly specific and extremely personal (you forgot to put the toilet seat down last week! I almost fell in!) (I can hear you gaming with Jaemin until 2 AM every night! Not even Bella’s sleeping! It’s child abuse!) (What the fuck do you know about my daughter-) and he fixes each of them with pointed looks. Kun’s voice goes stern. “What is it that your Ten hyung always says?”

That gets Guanheng to snap to attention, at least. He’s so well behaved. But his one hand doesn’t move from where it’s caressing Dejun’s waist, for some reason, so Yangyang is relieved that the arguing’s over. “That WayV is always sexy?” Guanheng asks. “Sexy and beautiful and talented?”

Dejun blinks. “That we’re the hottest bitches in the industry?” Though, in Ten’s honor, he adds: “but not as hot as BOA-noona, of course.”

Yangyang adds: “and also abs are underrated.”

Kun nods proudly in approval, like an Asian dad whose kid got a perfect SAT score and got into their first choice ivy league. “Exactly. The fans will make thirst traps of us regardless.” And, after a moment: “and we’ll be wet anyway.”

Guanheng grins. “And being wet is hot.”

Dejun wipes a fake tear from his eye. “I think you’re turning over a new leaf, ge. You and Ten hyung are going to have to start competing.”

He says it like they already don’t. Which they do. In everything except performance, those two are always determined to outdo the other. Especially when they play games. One time they had a high-note battle at Dejun’s request and all got in trouble because it made them lose their voices for three days right before comeback season.

Kun laughs. He’s smug, as he sometimes is when he and Ten get pitted against each other. “Don’t be silly. Ten has nothing on my aegyo. It’s barely a competition.”

It’s ballsy. It’s kind of sexy. Yangyang hates that he thinks that, but it’s true, unfortunately enough. Kun has that self assured smirk on his face that reminds you he is their leader for a reason. That no matter how much they act up, he is in charge.

Something stirs in Yangyang’s guts. His cock twitches. Down, boy.

“That’s the spirit!” Guanheng whoops. “We’re not gonna let hyung take all the sexiness!”

The pep talk earns them wary, exasperated looks from the staff. WayV shenanigans are nothing new, but the competitiveness that arises between them is always a point of contention because the geges are never really joking when they say that they will win something. But then an event coordinator is coming into the tent to call them on standby and that’s that.

They get ushered backstage and feebly take their last selfies before handing their phones over to a manager.

“Alright boys,” the stagehand calls them when the act before their group ends, “it’s your turn!”

It hasn’t even been a month since their last festival and yet Yangyang is still incredibly pleased over the buzzing excitement of the crowd as they jump right into Kick Back. Performing their choreography without both Ten and Sicheng is still a little awkward, but everyone in the audience still goes wild for it anyway. Christ, this place is certainly called Waterbomb for a reason.

They’re sprayed down within a minute of being out on stage, and Yangyang can’t help but feel a little wary about the way Guanheng creeps towards the water gun at the front. The glint in his eyes is sinister.

“How are you guys doing?” Kun asks the crowd with a wide grin. They get cheers and sprays of water in reply. The first ment is brief and Dejun has shed his first layer off before their second song even starts.

(So if Yangyang makes sure to at least whore himself out a bit during Poppin’ Love in his honor, that’s no one’s business but his own.)

By the time Guanheng fully commits to being a nuisance with the water gun, they’re all already soaked. Yangyang wonders, briefly, if he’s the only one who wasn’t given a second layer because he’s the least likely to start stripping (which, in WayV of all groups, isn’t saying much). But even Guanheng, to their collective surprise, keeps all of his clothes on. Which is kind of funny.

But then Kun is slipping off his vest halfway through Electric Hearts and suddenly nothing about this is funny at all.

Yangyang is goddamn professional, of course. They may not be dancing in a group formation, but he still keeps his focus on his fanservice, determined not to look in Kun’s direction. His vocals don’t even stutter when Kun passes by him and you can see the bulge of his biceps when he waves to the crowd. Of course he doesn’t even blink twice, doesn’t let any of his racing thoughts show on his face. That’d be a rookie mistake, and he’s fought way too hard in this career to be seen as a rookie.

But when the song is over, Guanheng is wolf whistling into his mic as Kun laughs, flexing for the crowd. Who all go batshit wild, screaming, meanwhile Yangyang is starting to feel a little affected. Water gets Kun’s tank wet and it clings to him, the stupid perfect curves of his chest and the cinch of his waist. His nipples are peaked, and you can see it. It kind of makes him salivate. He refuses to let his gaze linger on Kun for too long or else something bad will happen. Though there is a part where he is bent over in their next choreography and the arch of his back makes Yangyang dizzy.

He is going to kill whoever tried to hide Kun’s perfect ass with those hideous fucking jeans. It’s not fair.

“You’re not going to strip, ge?” Dejun asks right before their closer. Give Me That, of course. Dejun has been teasing going topless this whole set, and it’s only a matter of time before he commits to doing it. He looks coy, teases, “everyone’s noticed how you’re all buff now.”

Dejun is never the first to tease Kun, but the temptation is all too good when you can basically see his whole goddamn torso through that stupid tank top. His question gets a cheer from the crowd. Yangyang, admittedly, feels a bit inclined to agree - Kun should take off his shirt. Really. But their leader only smiles and shakes his head.

“I’m still trying to lose weight these days,” he says, patting his stomach. “Not yet. Maybe one day.”

That gets a couple of boos. Which Yangyang certainly agrees with. If he loses his bulk, how will anyone be able to cope with sexy Qian Kun turning out just as skinny and malnourished as every other male idol? He’s their husband material, after all. No one wants a malnourished husband. They want someone strong, capable, sturdy and-

Yangyang makes a dissatisfied noise into his mic, half without realizing, which gets laughs from Guanheng and Dejun and some squeals from the audience. Instantly, Kun reacts. He looks over at Yangyang with his usual fond yet equally exasperated huff. Tiny smile pulling at his lips as he rolls his eyes.

“What, does our maknae want me to strip?” Kun asks him, meeting his eyes. The normal tone is there - friendly but still a little stern, a little annoyed - but there’s a look on his face that they only ever see on him when he’s competing with Ten. Or fending all of them off after they’ve dogpiled onto him.

Eyebrows raised, defiant grin. A challenge.

If it were anyone else, Yangyang would blush at the bluntness of it all. Really. Kun is sexy when he’s all brash and confident. But the thing is that annoyed, bickering Kun is the most familiar Kun that Yangyang knows. The Kun that he annoys right back. Teases. The Kun whom Ten has taught him to effortlessly torment. As natural as breathing.

The Kun that makes Yangyang tremble is the Kun with big boobs and a fat ass, yes, but it’s also the Kun that is vague. That is not straightforward. He’s always sincere with his intentions, even if he doesn’t mean to, and something about the honestly smug look on his face makes something in Yangyang’s blood sing.

“I dunno, ge,” Yangyang snarks. “What’re you scared for? You’re already flaunting yourself around anyway.”

It’s not even that much of a read. Barely a dig compared to the clever quips or mocking tone Ten always clings to him with. But Dejun and Guanheng make a fuss about it (“our youngest is bratty today!” and “sorry, he’s still young, he doesn’t respect his elders”) and the crowd lets out a collective ooh. Yangyang’s body tries to cower at the attention but he stares back at Kun across the stage.

On the jumbotron screen, his ge’s eyes gleam. Something dangerous. An expression that Yangyang isn’t sure he’s ever seen him make before. He’s spent years teasing Kun until he snaps or bats him off, but this is different. It feels like he’s being reprimanded, almost. The water has got Kun’s tank sticking to his skin and his hair slicked back and his bicep flexes as he brings his mic back up to his mouth and clicks his tongue.

“Ah, this brat,” Kun chides, voice heavy with faux annoyance. He turns to look at the other two. “Do you have any complaints?”

“No, sir!” Guanheng salutes.

Dejun grins. “Yangie’s going through puberty, sorry.”

He’s twenty-four and the joke is so, so tired. “I’m not!” Yangyang complains, suddenly embarrassed to do this in front of such a big audience. But the crowd laughs and Guanheng snorts and starts firing off his water gun again in distraction.

Kun isn’t looking at him anymore, watching Guanheng shoot water off into the crowd as Dejun tells everyone about their finisher (it has a summery vibe!). There’s a resigned, contemplative smile on their leader’s face. He tugs on the chain around his neck with a stupidly large hand and glances back at Yangyang, still smiling. Widening into a grin.

It should be nothing, really. Bandmates grin at each other all the time. But this is different.

Kun is soaked and you can see the peak of his nipples through his flimsy tank top and Yangyang, for the first time in his life, feels like he’s facing down a predator. Something that will eat him. Sometimes he wonders just how self aware Kun is, if he’s naive or oblivious or just absent minded, but now the answer is as clear as day. Kun sees through him. Always has. His ge is not an intimidating guy, but he tilts his chin up and smiles and Yangyang is terrified.

It’s a brief moment. Just a second, really. Dejun and Guanheng hype up the crowd and there’s a peek of Kun’s tongue as he licks his lips. And then he tears his eyes away and goes off to join them.

There’s no doubt about it anymore. That Ten was right, that he’s bitten off more than he can chew. Kun lets Yangyang The Maknae torment him all he wants, will take his teasing. But Kun does not let Yangyang The Adult push him around.

Yangyang’s plan did not account for this at all: he did not think Kun would start hunting him down instead.