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“You know just sitting in the parking lot doesn’t actually count as going to the gym.”

“I swear I’m removing you from my shared location.” Hongjoong huffs out, annoyance laced in his voice as he sits in his warm car, not making much of an effort to get out of it.

“You threaten that every other day and yet we’re still here, hyung.” Yeosang’s points out in the background, knowing that even though it says he’s on call with San, he might as well be on with both him and Yeosang. He can’t really deny it, most of the time his threats are empty when it comes to the two but that doesn’t stop him from making them.

“Sue me for not wanting to go out in the cold just yet.” Hongjoong tries to reason with the fact that temperatures haven’t left much above 0 since the start of December.

“As if you don’t go out and run in the cold regularly.” Yeosang counters without hesitation.

“That’s different.”

“How?”

Admittedly, it’s a poor defense and he knows Yeosang won’t let him get away with it so it’s better to just accept that he won’t win, a defeated sigh leaving him.

“Well…just lay off, yah? At least I’m here.” He mutters but knows if he doesn’t make some sort of effort to get out, he’ll see their car pulling up next to him and that would be even more humiliating than it already feels. He begrudgingly reaches for the bag in the passenger seat, inhaling sharply the moment the wintery air hits his skin as he opens the car door. “Still don’t see the point in this.”

“We’ll lay off if you’d just trust us on this. ” San interjects, his kind tone making it hard for Hongjoong to want to argue it, even if he really doesn’t see how strength training will help him run any faster. Despite second guessing his agreement as the cold wind seems to make its way through the fabric of his coat, he does trust that they know what they’re talking about, knowing that through the teasing and tough love, rarely do either of them steer him wrong, their hearts in a genuine place to help him.

Plus he wasn’t sure if he’d be able to endure another lecture from San about lactic acid release or sit through Yeosang’s informal Ted Talk about muscle fatigue, part of him having wished he never breathed in their direction about just thinking about training for a half marathon in the first place. Living with two gym bros isn’t for the faint of heart, having to deal with the lack of kitchen storage because of blender bottles and countless bags of protein powder or stubbing a toe on a dumbbell that wasn’t put back. Somehow, Hongjoong’s managed to survive the last six years of living together (noise-cancelling headphones are essential to drown out the groans and moans that are better left to tune out instead of try to discern if they’re coming from the bedroom or the living room during a home workout.)

“…and you’re breaking down muscles with each stride so you need to keep those muscles strong if you want to be able to run efficiently.” San finishes another long-winded explanation that Hongjoong’s definitely heard before but still hasn’t retained, more focused on trying to force his feet to keep moving forward instead of listening to his head yelling at him to turn around. He half hums a response, taking a step up on the sidewalk and making eye contact with the person at the front desk through the glass door, knowing he really can’t bail out now.

“You weren’t listening were you?” San’s disappointment is evident, surely paired with a pout that makes Hongjoong’s heartache just a bit.

“I was! Mostly…Sorry San-ah, I’m just -.” He pauses, pretending to be looking in his bag for something to stall just a little bit longer. “More nervous than I thought I’d be.”

He doesn’t have to go into further detail, eyes already darting around the different posters with eye-catching ads for “ bulking szn” and not to mention the gaudy bodybuilding promo that makes him wonder if he has a place here. While he’s definitely filled out with the last few inches he grew over the years, any sort of definition hidden by his preferred layers and baggy clothes, it’s not often that people notice it like San’s broad build or Yeosang’s muscular form and it’s something that he notices people’s judgmental stares whenever he’s tried to go to gyms in the past.

“Remember this is Changbin’s gym we’re talking about. Just last week, he kicked out one of his regulars for making discouraging comments towards one of the newer members, so I really don’t think you have anything to worry about.”

Which is a fair point given how well they all know the gym owner. Changbin has always emphasized the importance of creating a safe space for anyone in a fitness and wellness setting, no matter their skill level. Whenever he was on a soapbox about it, he’d always end his speech with the phrase everyone starts somewhere, which is now the tagline for his gym. It’s another reason Hongjoong even agreed to go to a gym in the first place, adamant that it would have to be Changbin’s if he had to do things he’s never done before in a place he’s never been. His right ear is still ringing from Changbin’s excitement when he asked if he had any personal training appointments open.

“It’s going to be fine, Hongjoong. Want us to come for moral support?”

“Oh absolutely not. I’m barely okay with Changbin watching me embarrass myself, I don’t need either of you to have anything to hold over me.”

“Hurts to think that we’d do that to you.”

“Call us even then for the hurt I’ll probably feel in an hour.”

“I think you’re being a bit dramatic.”

“And I think -”

“Hongjoong-hyung!” Before Hongjoong can finish his comment (probably for the best), he hears a familiar deep and nasally shout from behind him, turning over his shoulder to see Changbin jogging over to him, cheesing so infectiously that Hongjoong can’t help but smile back.

“See you at home later, Changbin just got here.”

“Have fun! Don’t let him kill you!” San’s voice is far too cheery for his liking.

“Choi San what the fuck does -”

The call ends before he can fully ask his question, staring back at his lock screen in disbelief as heavy footsteps get louder.

“I tried to text you to let you know I got caught in traffic but it seems like you just got here too.” Changbin says, swallowing hard as he tries to catch his breath. “Man, I told them not to let anyone put these stupid signs up without running them past me first.”

Changbin reaches up and tears down the three posters, rolling his eyes as he analyzes them before he reaches for the handle to open the door for them, letting Hongjoong go through first. He nods thankfully, following the other to the desk where he places the posters on the counter forcefully.

“Can we make sure that any posters that are put up don’t make people not want to come inside?” He asks the young high schooler who quickly nods obediently.

“Someone put them up earlier and I just hadn’t had a chance to take them down.” The kid says apologetically, head dropping towards the floor. “Sorry hyung.”

“It’s okay! You’re still new so it’s not your fault. Just know that people see gym and assume it’s okay to put whatever posters that relate to fitness that they want even if the messages are horrible.” Changbin says encouragingly, patting the young boy on the shoulder to get him to look up, his smile reappearing and nodding along. “Now let’s get Hongjoong here scanned in alright?”

Changbin’s attention turns back to Hongjoong, who now feels the nerves boil back up again, wondering how fast he can come up with an excuse to get out of this but as if he reads his body language, a strong arm wraps around his shoulder tightly. He attempts to squirm but it’s feeble, sighing out in acceptance before picking up the pen and filling out the sheets of paper on the clipboard the desk worker hands him. He gives them a thorough glance over, having learned the importance of reading any sort of contract after working in the music industry like he has, and it’s all basic terms to be expected but it feels like he’s signing his own death certificate.

He realizes he’s being dramatic but everything reads so extreme, like how he’s agreeing to do these exercises at his own risk as if he’s about to enter into a ring of dangerous animals and fight them with his bare hands, but nonetheless he signs his name at the bottom of each page before handing it back over to the boy. He smiles back at him kindly, making him feel at least welcome here unlike those posters made him feel, handing him a swipe card that he can use to get in the gym at any time.

“Ready to get started?” Changbin says excitedly, clapping his hands loudly together which jars Hongjoong just slightly.

“Too late to get out now right?” He impishly smiles, hoping Changbin takes it as humor.

“Yep! For the next hour and a half you're stuck with me.” Changbin laughs, holding out a hand for Hongjoong to go towards the main gym floor.

Clanks of metal hit together, constant thuds of feet hitting a treadmill, some chatter and the music that’s subtly there in the background fills Hongjoong’s ears, amplified the closer they get. Hongjoong never stepped inside the part of the gym with the equipment, only ever going back to Changbin’s office if he stopped by to help him with any business questions he might have, utilizing his knowledge of contracts and lingo used by lawyers to trip people up that he uses in the music industry daily, but he could always hear them.

It’s intimidating but when his eyes look around the room, recognizing a few people who wave before returning back to their set or conversation they were part of in the first place, he realizes that no one actually seems to notice him all that much. At least not to the extent that he expected and the more anxious part of him claimed would be. Everyone actually seems far more attuned to themselves, whether it's their own workout, drowning out the world with their headphones or working out with a partner or group that takes up their attention and far less concerned with the new guy who doesn’t know what he’s doing.

Changbin guides them over to an open area, the floor made up of large plush mats with a few people spread out along the space, grabbing two yoga mats and placing them down on a free spot before plopping down on one and patting the other for Hongjoong to take a seat.

“So the most important thing we need to start with is to stretch and warm up. The worst thing you can do, especially if it's the first time you’ve done any sort of strength training, is try to do it without loosening your muscles.”

If Hongjoong had any say, he would’ve chosen to stay in that area and spend the full workout session doing those stretches but Changbin had plenty of other plans. For the next hour and twenty-three minutes that followed the warm up, Hongjoong swears he worked muscles that he didn’t know existed, his entire body feeling like it was on fire by the time they returned back to the same area to cool down.

“Yah! Changbin-ah, you’re lucky I can barely move right now or I swear I’d end you.” Hongjoong can barely lift his hand up from the floor, haphazardly waving a finger towards Changbin who’s staring back at him with that stupid smirk of his, not nearly looking as exhausted as Hongjoong feels he should be. How come he’s the one who has to sweat this much while Changbin just stands there and watches?

Logically, he knows that’s quite literally Changbin’s job but right now, he couldn’t care less about logic, inhaling deeply in a weak attempt to get air back into his lungs at a manageable rate.

“That only means I did my job right.” Changbin crosses his arms and laughs, shaking his head down at Hongjoong, whining just a pit pathetically as he weakly holds an arm up for Changbin to help him, earning a chuckle as he’s hoisted back to his feet. “You did a great job today though!”

“I think you’re just saying that so I’ll come back.” Hongjoong cuts him a glare, lifting the hem of his shirt to pat his forehead dry. “Remind me why I’m paying you to torture me again?”

“Well, you’re not paying me so you chose this out of your own volition but also I’m serious! You picked up proper form a lot quicker than most do on their first session, so you should be proud of yourself.” Changbin says, grabbing a towel from one of the baskets against the wall and tossing it over to Hongjoong who just barely catches it. 

As he starts to feel his heartbeat begin to steady, he stares at Changbin to try and read if there’s anything about his demeanor that would say he’s lying but he can’t see anything that proves that, the thin line his lips formed curving into a smile.

“I guess it wasn’t all bad.” Hongjoong admits, patting the towel along his face and wrapping it around his neck. “But you have to swear not to say anything to San and Yeosang.”

Hongjoong made such a stink about it, the last thing he’s willing to do is confess that his roommates were right, knowing he’d never hear the end of it. They’ll just have to figure it out for themselves if they notice he's at the gym more frequently in the next few months.

“I wouldn’t dare.” Changbin grins, nodding in concession. “So does this mean we can schedule your next session?”

“I guess if I have to." Hongjoong teases as he pulls out his phone to look at his own calendar to see his availability, scheduling just a couple sessions through the new year to start.

The two continue to sit around and chat, Hongjoong’s already starting to feel sore after the workout which Changbin must take notice of his twisted features as he tries to stretch them out. 

“If you’re up for one more thing, I think you’d really benefit from doing a few yoga classes.”

“Why?” Hongjoong is more than sure his face sours at the thought of adding anything else to his already new routine. 

“To help with muscle relief and flexibility.” Hongjoong opens his mouth to protest but Changbin holds up his palm to stop him. “At least watch the end of the class before you tell me no.”

Even if Hongjoong wanted to say no, he doesn’t think he could, given the way Changbin looks at him with pleading eyes, going against the whole buff and tough persona he puts on. That’s the softy that Hongjoong knows and loves, the one that makes him comfortable in spaces where he’s normally felt left out. He huffs out a defeated laugh before standing back up and nodding, following Changbin’s lead who takes him down the hall in the opposite direction of the front lobby.

“Trust me, you’ll thank me later when you don’t feel so stiff the day after one of our sessions like you’ll probably feel tomorrow. Plus maybe you’ll learn how to relax since the class is pretty chill.”

“Hey! I know how to relax!” Changbin’s hand reaches over before he can question it, squeezing his shoulder, making him wince.

“Your shoulder says otherwise.”

Hongjoong rubs the tender spot, ignoring again that Changbin is right and choosing to just see if it’s something he might agree to. Plus he’d get to see Felix which he hasn’t been able to since their schedules never seem to line up. 

They stop just outside the room he assumes is the yoga studio, the door purposefully frosted so that the only thing that can be seen is a warm glow. Surprisingly, it’s quiet, not even music or voices can be heard but maybe that’s the point or style of yoga Felix offers. What does Hongjoong know though considering he probably knows just as much about yoga as he does about lifting (read: little to nothing), so maybe it’s just a universal thing to be completely silent.

“I think this is the first time I’ve ever not heard Felix.” Hongjoong jokes, knowing how vibrant Felix usually is. 

“Ah, Felix works mornings so you’d be taking classes with Wooyoung. We also put some noise dampening panels in there so that people don’t get distracted by the more hype and loud noises from the main gym, so like I said, you can actually relax.”

“Wooyoung?”

“Oh shit, that’s right I don’t think you’ve met him. He’s our new instructor we hired a few months ago since demand increased a ton! I think you’ll really like him though.”

Changbin slides the door open slowly, ensuring not to disturb the calming vibes that come to life. It smells of warm incense, but it’s not overpowering, just enough to envelop Hongjoong’s senses, the lavender and vanilla settling over him like a relaxing blanket. The music hums softly in the background, again just loud enough to be heard and clear the mind of other distractions, but still able to focus on the instructor’s voice that startles Hongjoong when he starts to speak.

“Now step out with your left foot and lean forward to deepen the stretch. You carry so much stress in your hips, so take a moment to release all the tension that’s built, inhaling and exhaling deeply three times.”

The soothing voice draws Hongjoong’s eyes towards the front of the room, noting the way the instructor is stretched out to demonstrate and how everyone seems to follow him with ease. Wooyoung, he assumes, scans over the space until he meets his gaze, smiling warmly and Hongjoong can swear there’s a slight twinkle in the man’s eyes, reflecting against the warm glow of the candles and dim lighting spaced throughout the studio.

It’s almost entrancing, especially as Wooyoung continues to give instructions, though never looking away, as if he’s talking directly to Hongjoong with every word.

“Lift your arms to be parallel to the floor, outstretching your left arm in front of you and your right arm behind you, getting into our warrior 2, inhaling on your way up. As you exhale, reach your right arm to meet the back of your right leg while reaching your left arm towards the sky to get into reverse warrior. Hold this for a few breathes ”

Hongjoong watches Wooyoung intently, watching the way he fluidly moves as he follows his motions, a slight sheen of sweat making his skin almost glow. He can see how well defined Wooyoung is, each muscle flexing and tightening, seen even through the fabric of his shorts and shirt that cling to him with the way his body elongates.

“I have to go but they only have a few more minutes so just hang tight and talk to Wooyoung after the class is over.” Changbin says in a hurry, not giving Hongjoong enough time to even acknowledge what he says before he’s rushing out the door, letting the door shut gently behind him.

He can feel Wooyoung’s piercing stare remain on him, almost like he’s set his sights on prey, the smile curving more into a smirk that has Hongjoong swallowing thickly. Even though he knows he could slip out easily, wait outside the studio for the class to finish, or hell he could just leave and not worry about speaking to this guy considering Changbin decided to abandon him in the first place, his feet suddenly feel glued to the hardwood floors.

Slowly, Wooyoung brings himself to standing upright, eyes on him for a beat longer before shifting them away to monitor the class before moving on.

“On your next inhale, come back to warrior 2. On your exhale, bring your arms back to your side and your feet back to standing up tall.” Wooyoung starts, making sure everyone is upright, his instructions picking up pace to match the flow pattern. “Inhale, sweep your arms above your head. Exhale, round out your arms to reach towards the floor. Inhale, curve your back up halfway, exhale, flatten your back and press your palms flat to the floor.”

Hongjoong can tell that Wooyoung’s still talking, slowly and calmly, surely each word said clearly so everyone knows what to do just before they do it, but his actual words blend into the background, much like the music. His focus shifts entirely on just how Wooyoung moves, eyes trailing down the expanse of his body in every twist and stretch, as if he’s purposefully emphasizing just how effortless he can bend and move.

They all lower into the floor, cobra being the name he vaguely hears Wooyoung say but Hongjoong’s far too fixated on the way Wooyoung’s eyes flutter shut as his back arches and his hips press into the yoga mat, noting the faint outline of what he thinks might be piercings as his shirt stretches along his chest. His lips part as he exhales, just enough to make Hongjoong’s jaw go ajar mirroring the instructor’s breathing enough to exhale, but as his eyes open back up to meet Hongjoong’s there’s nothing but a knowing glance behind the smirk that forms. 

Hongjoong feels like he’s been caught but in truth nothing’s really happened…right? Just the instructor doing his job and probably just excited by the prospect of someone joining the next class. Yet there’s a burning sensation that crawls along his skin like a constricting vine, stomach forming a knot full of guilt at how enticing Wooyoung looks like this. So flexible, so bendable, so fuck-

“And let’s finish off with shavasana, slowly making our way to lie on our backs and sit with our thoughts for a few moments.”

Wooyoung’s soothing voice interrupts Hongjoong’s mind from going where it definitely does not need to go. Shame settles on his shoulders like a thick blanket, something he doesn’t think is the goal of shazam or whatever Wooyoung called the pose they’re now in but it makes him squirm in his place, suddenly feeling uncomfortably warm and holy shit why is he sweating so much? Is it hotter in here on purpose or is it really just him? His tugs at the collar of his shirt, trying to cool himself off, enough that the towel he had thrown over his shoulder slips and falls to the floor with a muted thump . He squeezes his eyes shut, cringing in on himself as he feels eyes on him immediately after and not from any of the class attendees.

He quickly leans down to pick it up in hopes to hide the warms blooming on his cheeks but as he stands back up Wooyoung is standing in front of him, his breath catching in the back of his throat as he tries to stop himself from letting out a noise that would only draw more attention to himself. How the instructor got up and made his way over to where he stood without a sound is beyond him but nonetheless, he beams a smile at Hongjoong, holding out a hand that Hongjoong just stares at. He glances around the room noting the way everyone is still laying flat, eyes closed and deep in meditation, leaving Hongjoong confused with why Wooyoung is choosing now to do an introduction but he finds himself bringing his hand up to meet Wooyoung’s, feeling warm and soft skin press against his.

“Wooyoung.” Wooyoung says close to his ear, leaning into Hongjoong’s space that has him inhaling sharply with the shiver that the one word sends down his spine.

“Hongjoong.” He manages, mirroring Wooyoung’s volume. It’s then he realizes that he’s still holding the other’s hand, quickly dropping it to his side and brushing it against his shorts to wipe off some of the sweat that collected in his palms. God, what the fuck is his problem?

“So what’d you think?” Wooyoung asks, his voice dripping with nothing but kindness and curiosity, making Hongjoong turn to face him better, a mistake as he gets to see Wooyoung up close, now able to see all his striking features.

His jawline is sharp , each curve distinguishable from the next as his eyes follow along his face. His lips are chapped, but he watches the way they slightly part to give way to his tongue to poke out and wet them before retreating back, leaving behind a slight sheen on them that draws Hongjoong in.

“Hongjoong?” Hongjoong’s eyes shoot up to meet Wooyoung’s, alarm bells going off in his head that he hasn’t answered the instructor’s question.

“Sorry, trying to take in the…” The word evades him, trying not to seem like he was staring for as long as he was but he knows that ship’s sailed and it’s better to just move past it and get this interaction over with so he can run home and over-contemplate why the he can’t seem to carry on a simple conversation. No one’s ever really had him this flustered from the start. Nervous, yes, a pretty typical response to meeting someone but this? Fumbling as bad as he is and only having said a few words ? This isn’t him.

“It can be overwhelming when it’s your first time.” Wooyoung provides an excuse, though one that doesn’t necessarily help Hongjoong’s thoughts.

“With…oh yes, with yoga. It’s definitely new for me.” Hongjoong adds with a laugh to cover his own embarrassment at what he knows Wooyoung didn’t mean to imply, hoping that the low lighting is dark enough to hide the blush as he looks back at the other.

“Let me get them back up and out and then I’m all yours.” He smiles and nods with a sense of reassurance before he practically floats back over to his mat, feet still not making a single sound as he sits back, inhaling deeply as if he’s getting back into character.

“On your next inhale, open your eyes and slowly start to bring yourself to sit up right, either crossing your legs or leaving your legs stretched out in front of you.” He instructs soothingly, each word following a cadence as he swivels his head to make sure everyone is upright. “Take the next few moments to reflect on what you practiced today and try to carry it with you as you step off the mat. Thank you for sharing your love, light and energy with me today. Namaste.”

Everyone bows towards him before gathering their belongings, the buzzing of conversations picking up as the music is turned down and the overhead lights shine a bit brighter. Hongjoong only shifts a few steps away to make sure he’s not in the way of people leaving, sending him pleasant smiles and waves in small groups until everyone is gone, leaving just him and Wooyoung left.

“So tell me if I’m wrong Hongjoong-ssi…” Wooyoung’s voice echoes in the empty space, drawing Hongjoong back to find him picking up a few of the foam bricks and bands that were left behind or not put in their proper place. “You must think this is all a bunch of spiritual woo-woo shit that’s just amplified stretching, huh?”

Hongjoong doesn’t immediately reply, mostly because he wants to make sure he says the right thing here but also because he can’t tear his gaze away from how Wooyoung continues to take his breath away by just existing apparently as he grabs a towel and starts to pat his exposed skin dry, muscles flexing and tightening as he stretches to reach different parts of him. He turns and smirks when he catches Hongjoong staring, draping it around his neck before walking towards him and making Hongjoong stand up a bit straighter and clear his voice before he can get there.

“No, no. It’s not like that at all.” Which is true, the only thing he’d even remotely say sounded woo-woo to steal Wooyoung’s words, was the last line but he’s not that dense to not know that’s part of the yoga experience. “It’s just something I’ve never considered doing for myself but…I’m trying to do new things.”

“And train for a half marathon.”

“How did you -?”

“Changbin came by and asked if it’d be cool if he brought his new client to watch the end of my class. I’m just nosy enough to ask more questions.” So Changbin’s a traitor and a schemer. Noted. “But I’m glad he did because I think you could definitely benefit from a little loosening up.”

“What do you mean?”

“I could just tell you’re a bit tense and hard on yourself.” Wooyoung says, leaning against the wall and crossing his arms as he gives Hongjoong another up and down look. “You can lift weights or run further and further all you want, but if you don’t relax and loosen up both your body and mind, you won’t ever make it to the finish line.”

Hongjoong ignores certain word choices, again all in his head about whatever it is his problem is but for some reason Wooyoung’s explanation for why he should do yoga is more convincing than the scientific dissertations and gym slang. Or maybe it’s just Wooyoung is more convincing but nevertheless, Hongjoong finds himself nodding along.

“Plus for what you’d need, there’s no sense in going into any intermediate or advanced poses. Just simple and easy basics to get your body stretched and ready to take on anything.”

Oh.

Okay.

If Hongjoong didn’t know any better he would’ve thought the room caught on fire with the sudden wave of heat that encompasses his entire body. He’s got to get out of here soon or else he’s not sure if he’s going to make it to the car without imploding. 

“I think I can do simple and easy.” He says with a slight voice crack, trying to act as normal as he possibly can. Wooyoung brings up a hand to rest on Hongjoong’s shoulder, making him freeze at his touch. 

“You can do anything you set your mind to.” He says sincerely before a burst of loud laughter leaves him, startling Hongjoong. “Now that sounds a little more woo-woo but you get the idea.”

“Yeah, yeah.” Hongjoong lets out another nervous laugh, still unable to move as Wooyoung’s hand remains firmly cusped on his shoulder for a few seconds longer before dropping back down to his side. 

“So usually I’d suggest my beginner’s classes but I won’t be teaching those until after the new year starts but I do actually have private sessions that could be good since you haven’t done yoga before.” Wooyoung offers while pulling out his phone, giving Hongjoong a chance to think about what’s happening. While it should be something Hongjoong should be glad exists, getting the chance to learn something new one on one without the pressures of other people watching him, but the fact that it’d be one on one with the only person who seems to make him this frazzled, he’s not sure if it’s a good idea. 

“Um, I -”

“I even have an opening tomorrow afternoon if that’d work for your schedule?” Wooyoung interrupts, peering up from his screen and looks at Hongjoong with genuine excitement.

Tomorrow?! No. Absolutely not. 

“Yeah, that actually works great.” Kim Hongjoong, what are you doing? “I’ll make sure to put it in my calendar when I get to the car!” 

“Oh Changbin already sent me your number a little bit ago so I’ll just text you the appointment reminder and that way if you have any questions before our session, you can just call or text me.”

“Even better!”

It’s not better. This is actually worse than he could’ve thought. 

He gets a notification moments later from an unknown number with a calendar invite titled “Yoga Session with Jung Wooyoung - Private” and the date and time, finger hovering over the accept button briefly before pressing it and he lifts his gaze to see Wooyoung smiling at him in a way that makes his heart flip in his chest.

What did he just agree to?

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Hongjoong really shouldn’t have agreed to any of this.

Not that the strength workouts aren’t helping much to his own stubborn nature to admit that maybe San and Yeosang were right (and he supposes Changbin too though he’s still dead to him, blaming his trainer for pre-emptively giving Wooyoung his number and leaving him to fend for himself). And truthfully the effects of his yoga sessions have made a difference in his runs, already noticing he’s less strained and sore by the end of them, something about he’s actually healthily released lactic acid or whatever it is San’s tried to tell him he’s improving on (he swears he’s love San but he still doesn’t understand all the science behind everything). Overall, he’s genuinely feeling better about his progress and the reality of completing the half-marathon in the spring is seeming like a strong possibility. 

However, part of him is willing to sacrifice not feeling like shit after his runs and even cancel his sign up to do the race if it means he doesn’t have to go through the mental torture of another private yoga session with Wooyoung. 

That part of him just never seems to win.

Each class is getting harder to deny the shame-inducing desire that prickles up his spine. Every guided touch, elongated gaze, and just being in his mere presence makes Hongjoong want him more, unable to stop the path his mind wanders down as he studies every flex and movement of Wooyoung’s body when he’s showing him the next movement. He knows it’s not intentional, having to constantly remind himself that Wooyoung is doing his job and has to exaggerate certain aspects so that Hongjoong can fully understand what he’s supposed to mimic, but with that, it only makes him feel worse. It’s selfish and wrong and he probably should’ve switched to sessions with Felix the moment he realized his self-control was starting to slip, but he still continues to accept the calendar invites for his next session all because he can’t resist the temptation of having an hour of Wooyoung’s undivided attention.

To make it worse, he’s only further complicating the war within himself, quickly losing the ability to justify his usual rule of no hookups with strangers since Wooyoung isn’t much of a stranger anymore. He started to stick around after his sessions a few weeks ago, slowly getting to know Wooyoung beyond just a client level of small-talk. He rarely has interest in doing that willingly and yet everything about Wooyoung draws him in, craving to know more and more until now they could almost be considered friends . 

That’s not to say that Wooyoung isn’t contributing to his own delusions. Since they’ve gotten closer, it’s opened the floor for Wooyoung to be a tad more touch. Completely professional and longer than a few seconds whether it’s during his yoga sessions or just him falling against him when he’s laughing, but it’s the fact that Hongjoong isn’t uncomfortable that’s raised alarm bells in his head. He’s never been one to care for physical touch, only when it seems necessary but even still it’s not his preferred way of showing love or comfort, even to his closer friends and family. But with Wooyoung, he welcomes it, loves the way his heated skin feels against his own. 

And then there’s his personality. One that typically he’d stray away from because of his more introverted nature but he’s gotten to see not just the outer layer but the one that he believes Wooyoung reserves for those near him. Hongjoong might be dense sometimes (at least that’s what San and Yeosang say regularly) but he does notice details about people and the one’s he’s seen within Wooyoung only make him even more intriguing. Wooyoung’s always so attentive and intentional in everything he does. Whether it’s being meticulous about how he explains and shows Hongjoong how to move a certain part of his body or maintaining eye contact and nodding along with every word that Hongjoong says, he always seems to be present and eager to help, listen or just be there with Hongjoong and it’s just not helping his case. 

There’s just something that makes being with and talking with Wooyoung that’s just easy and comfortable.

Well at least whenever he’s not actively thinking about how he wants to fuck him into the middle of next week.

Today is no different, already feeling the heat building in his stomach on top of his already burning muscles the closer he gets to being done with his strength training workout with Changbin. It’s as if a knot is being pulled tighter with every check mark Changbin writes next to the list of exercises he has for Hongjoong to complete, just waiting to snap at any given moment once he’s done.

“Everything okay, hyung?” Changbin asks, genuine concern laced in his tone as the two walk over to the open part of the gym to do a cool down stretch.

“Just feeling a little more tense than usual...you know since the race is coming up and all.” He adds the extra detail, using the truth to his advantage even if Changbin’s narrowing gaze seems to question the validity of it. He hates that the younger is only dense when it comes to himself.

“Good thing you’ve got another yoga session after this then.” Changbin adds, though there’s something deeper behind the seemingly simple statement than it should have been with his inflection. Hongjoong just wishes he didn’t feel the immediate heat rise to the tips of his ears at just the mention of yoga, watching the way Changbin’s thin-lined lips curl into a faint smirk.

“Mhm, I think it’s really helping. Just like your training programs!” Hongjoong’s voice wavers in an attempt to change the subject but Changbin’s expression only twists into something more devious. “What? Can’t I tell you that what we’re doing is working?”

“Of course you can but then I’d wonder what you’ve done with the stubborn Hongjoong I know who wouldn’t admit that his friends were right unless by loving force or you’re hiding something.” Any other day, Hongjoong might’ve fought back, doubled-down on his not stubbornness, but the fact of the matter is that it’s exactly what he’s doing, making him shrink in on himself.

“I’m not stubborn.” He mutters, lowering his eyes to the mat beneath him. “And I’m not hiding anything.” It comes out more as a defeated whine, but he’ll claim it was finishing up his last cooldown stretch.

“You’re right. Definitely not hiding anything.”

“What’s that supposed -”

“Changbin-ah!” Hongjoong knows that voice too well for his liking, freezing in his place. “Taking your sweet time with my client now aren’t you?”

Hongjoong swallows thickly as he slowly lifts his gaze from the ground to see Wooyoung towering over him, arms crossed and staring intently at Changbin with annoyance written all over his features. It gives him a chance to look at him, focusing on the way his t-shirt is cut, showing off his sturdier frame with exposed shoulders and defined arms. The side is cut into a deep v, revealing more of his sun-kissed skin that almost glows even under the harsh gym lighting, and he swears he can see a small peek of black ink, wondering if it’s a tattoo which would only drive him more insane to think about.

“ Your client? He was mine first!” Changbin retorts back, mirroring the other’s stance.

“Well, you’ve had him long enough for today I think.” Wooyoung spits out a playful grin following that leaves them both laughing before he turns to look down at Hongjoong, making him feel smaller even if he knows they’re not that much different in height. His smile is soft, but alluring all the same as he reaches his hand out towards Hongjoong to take.

He impishly smiles back before taking his hand, the same soft and strong hand that he noticed how it almost encompasses his entirely, enjoying far more than he wants to think about right now. Wooyoung hoists him up with ease, coming eye to eye with him and sharing a quick glance before Changbin clears his throat, dropping Wooyoung’s hand abruptly.

“We were just talking about you actually.”

“No we weren’t.” Hongjoong quickly responds before shooting him a death glare.

“Didn’t we just say you had a session today?” Changbin raises a brow and stares expectantly, as if challenging him to deny it. He may have just unintentionally told him more about what’s actually going on in his mind than he meant but Wooyoung doesn’t give either a chance to say anything further.

“A session that you’ve made him late for.” Wooyoung interjects, hand wrapping around Hongjoong’s shoulder and tugging him to turn towards the studio, waving back at Changbin. “Talk later, Binnie-yah!”

Hongjoong doesn’t protest, not that he really can given the tight grip Wooyoung has, only letting go once they cross the threshold to the hallway.

“You’re actually not late at all but I got here early and figured you wouldn’t mind ending your session a bit earlier too.” He smirks before holding the door open for Hongjoong. “Plus I haven’t bothered Changbin in like a week so it felt like a good time.”

“I’m glad someone annoys him, he needs to be bothered every once in a while.” Hongjoong says bitterly as he walks through the doorway but Wooyoung’s cackle cracks a smile on his lips, temporarily making him forget about his loving grudge against Changbin.

“It’s my right to do so as his best friend.” He chuckles as he shuts the door behind him, dampening the noise of the gym almost completely.

Hongjoong goes over to put his belongings in the storage cubby on the back wall, eyes scanning the room with the usual warm glow of the candles, the faint calming music in the background and already feeling the heat rise as he hears Wooyoung’s light footsteps make his way over to set the thermostat to the higher temperature. It’s been his saving grace, able to use the heat as his excuse if Wooyoung ever questioned why he looked flushed.

He grabs two mats from the basket while Wooyoung goes over to the speaker, making his way to set them up in their usual placement with one at the front for Wooyoung perpendicular to Hongjoong’s which is laid down a few feet away so he can see and copy the movements better, but before he can set them down Wooyoung’s voice interrupts him.

“Place them side by side today if you don’t mind.” He says nonchalantly, the song changing to a smooth R&B beat, different from the usual zen-style music he chooses.

Hongjoong freezes, trying to process why they’d do anything different, especially if it means he’s closer . As if reading his mind (or seeing him stuck in the middle of the room), an airy laugh leaves Wooyoung as he takes the mats from him, setting them down a few inches apart.

“I thought maybe we could try some partner poses today.” He says, sitting down and looking up at him. “You’ve picked up on the basic poses really quickly and I’ve been wanting to try some partner ones for a while. But only if you’re comfortable with it! We don’t have to and we can definitely do our usual flow if you’d rather.”

Hongjoong should go with the latter. Choose the safe option of doing what he knows and keeping a solid distance from him.

And yet.

“Sure, let's do it.”

Wooyoung’s smile brightens, shoulders scrunching up with excitement as he claps and motions for him to join him on the empty mat in front of him. He can’t deny the warmth that blooms in his chest when he sees the joy on his face, inhaling deeply before settling criss-cross in front of Wooyoung.

He does his best to steady his heart rate as he feels the heat radiating off his skin with their proximity, knees almost brushing together as they start to go through their typical warm up. It feels far too intimate like this, usually able to ignore the way Wooyoung would look at him when he was at the front of the room, but now, he can feel the intensity of his unwavering gaze and he can’t seem to look anywhere else. His eyes travel over his features, able to see them much clearer like this like the annoyingly cute mole under his eye that he noticed a few sessions ago and the one on his lip to match that he’s been kind of obsessed ever since, wanting to kiss -

“You seem tense.” Wooyoung suddenly blurts, though his voice is still soft to not completely ruin the calming vibe. He shuffles closer, leaving no gaps between them and his knees press against either side of Hongjoong’s, muscles tightening at the contact. “Everything okay?”

“Yeah, yeah…I’m fine.” It comes out breathier, making Wooyoung squint briefly, lip twitching as if he’s not sure if he should smile or not, legs pressing more against his own.

“If you don’t want to do this, we don’t have to, I promise.”

Maybe it’s the way Hongjoong can hear how genuine his words are or maybe it’s the way he looks at him as the silence drags on between them, a tension that wasn’t there moments ago slowly building in the space between them, but Hongjoong’s never been more sure.

“No, I want to do it. Though I can’t promise I’ll be able to do it well.”

“That’s your limiting beliefs talking.” He points at him before his hand lands back on top of Hongjoong’s thighs, his breath catching in the back of his throat. “Let me show you just how much you can do.”

Wooyoung holds his stare, fingertips lightly squeezing his thigh, thoroughly setting Hongjoong’s skin on fire. He barely manages a nod which seems to satisfy him.

“Perfect, let’s do a few more warm ups then.” Only then does Wooyoung pull his hand away, forcing Hongjoong to hold in the whine that tries to escape his throat at the loss of feeling. 

The warm up movements are simple enough, only now that he’s felt Wooyoung’s touch, and not just a quick handshake or fleeting arm around his shoulder, but real intentional touch, it’s all he craves.

He wants to be the one to make Wooyoung’s eyes flutter shut and draw out a soft moan past parted lips as he bottoms out like he’s seen when Wooyoung really gets into a stretch. He wants to be the reason sweat is dripping down his toned muscles, not just because of the temperature in the room. He wants to have his hands all over him, grasping for him while he's split open on his cock, trying new positions that he can easily bend and fold into, chanting his name over and over again. He wants to feel all of him. He just wants him.

“Ready to try something a little harder?” Wooyoung’s voice pulls him out of his fantasies, eyes opening back to look across at him, arousal simmering low in his stomach, thankful the other doesn’t seem to notice. 

“Sure.”

“We’ll take it slow and I’ll talk you through it, okay?” Wooyoung nods reassuringly before standing back up.

Fuck.

“Okay.” His voice cracks as he pushes himself up from the ground, using it as his chance to compose himself once more.

“Alright, let’s try a partner triangle pose. We have two options here. The first one is called mirror triangle, a similar style to the warm ups where we just use one another to deepen the other’s stretch. The second one is a little more involved, called the twisted triangle, and it does mean we’d be touching a bit more, but only if you’re comfortable with that.” Wooyoung explains calmly, looking at him expectantly for Hongjoong to give him a preference.

“Option two is fine.” The words leave his lips before he can really think about exactly what he just agreed to do.

“Great! This one is really good for your spine which you definitely need to take care of with the lifting and running you’re doing. Go ahead and start by getting into our usual triangle pose.” He says soothingly, motioning for Hongjoong to turn the other direction. He does as he’s told, making sure his feet are both near opposite ends of the mat, forming the triangle with his legs.

“Now I’m going to face the same way, mirroring your position, and I’ll be right behind you. Just remember at any point if it’s too close for you, just let me know and I will adjust.”

Hongjoong doesn’t know what he expected but it definitely was not feeling Wooyoung’s hips press against his ass, lining up too well for his liking, causing him to stumble forward just a bit at the contact.

“Good?”

“Yeah, just bad balance.” He lies through his teeth, thankful that he’s facing away from Wooyoung so he can’t see his pained expression as he tries to stay as still as possible.

“Okay, feel steady now?”

“Mhm.” Hongjoong hums shakily, ensuring to keep a steady pace in his breathing while he waits for the next instructions.

“Perfect. Next is the tricky part.” Wooyoung says softly next to his ear as warm air fans down Hongjoong’s neck, feeling the goosebumps rise along his skin. “You’re going to reach your left hand down to the mat to your right side while reaching your right hand up towards the ceiling while I’ll reach down to the left side with my left hand and reach up towards the ceiling with my right. We’ll hold that for a few rounds of breaths and then switch positions. Sound good?”

"I think so.” Hongjoong says, turning to look over his shoulder for just a moment. As he does, his hips push back more against Wooyoung, feeling his cock through his shorts, and an uncontrollable sigh leaves him before he can stop it. He flinches away, ready to apologize but all he sees are deep brown eyes that reflect the candles around them looking back at him. Panic arises in him but his tongue and feet both feel heavy, too stunned to move or speak and he prepares Wooyoung to snap, to call him out on his behavior and tell him he’s sick and twisted for taking something that’s supposed to be helpful to his health and turning into something it’s not.

He’s more than ready to get on his hands and knees to beg for forgiveness and to promise to never schedule another session and hell, he might even promise to never come back to the gym again because he’d understand if Wooyoung never wants to -

“Finally going to actually do something or are you just going to keep staring?” 

“Wh -” Hongjoong’s blood goes cold, not sure if he heard Wooyoung correctly or if he’s just actually lost his mind.

“Hongjoong-ah.” Wooyoung’s voice deepens, the way he says his name sounding far more taunting than anything, wishing more than anything that this is all just a horrible nightmare. “Did you really think I didn’t notice the first day we met?”

“I don’t know what -”

“You do know.” Wooyoung cuts him off.

“I just…I’m sorry.” Hongjoong sounds pathetic, his dignity quickly disappearing and being replaced by white-hot burning shame. It feels like the thermostat has been set to over a hundred degrees, sweat beading down his face and all he wants to do is run but two hands firmly grasp at his hips, keeping him pulled against his stomach.

“I’m not upset or freaked out if that’s what you’re worried about.” Wooyoung’s demeanor shifts, hooking his chin on Hongjoong’s shoulder but he refuses to turn his head. Hearing the words do bring some relief to him, however, at least knowing he hasn’t necessarily crossed a boundary. Wooyoung’s always been honest, to a fault sometimes with how he calls him out on his can’t do it mindset, proving him wrong more often than not but that’s besides the point. “Plus I’d be lying if I said that it hasn’t been hard for me not to think about you too.”

Oh.

“Really?” He asks wearily, part of him worried if this is all some twisted game, get him to admit it fully only to flip the script on him and call him some sort of pervert, further humiliating him before he reports him for harassment.

“Have you seen yourself? You’re confident and sexy and you make it hard not to want you. I’ve tried to ignore it, actively trying not to make you uncomfortable because I’ve really enjoyed having you as my client. I’ve never done more than three private sessions, usually anyone new more than capable of taking a group class and don’t get me wrong, you got the hang of it by the second one. Selfishly though, I didn’t want to suggest you move because I also just really like being around you but…” Wooyoung explains, words starting to trail off.

Hongjoong feels the desire to turn this time, to watch his facial features because there’s a vulnerability there he hasn’t heard before.

“You’ve never made me uncomfortable. Like ever.” He says with conviction, drawing Wooyoung’s attention up to look at him, wanting nothing more than to get lost in his eyes. “Honestly, I didn’t know you felt anything until you just told me.”

“Changbin did say you were a bit dense when I asked him about you.”

“I’m going to kill him.”

“He said you’re full of empty threats too. It’s okay though, I think it’s cute.” And just like that the flip is switched back as his gaze darkens, soft smile twisting into a smirk. Hongjoong immediately turns back to face the wall, a blush coloring his cheeks.

“So tell me…” His words drip off his tongue like venom, even closer to his ear than he was before as if to ensure Hongjoong knows they’re directed at him entirely. “What do you want?”

Wooyoung’s fingers dig into his sides, sure that if he wasn’t wearing a shirt, they’d leave faint marks that would fade later, keeping him there as if this isn’t what he’s been longing for. He thought it’d be the other way around, his own desires for having Wooyoung under him at his mercy but something about how borderline possessive Wooyoung’s hold is on him makes him want to be under him.

He swallows down the lump in his throat, fully knowing that if he wants anything to happen, it’s now on him to make it so.

“You.” He says, barely audible, that the music might even be louder.

“Hm?” Wooyoung hums against him, lips ghosting along his neck, making the goosebumps raise on his skin, softly whimpering at wanting to feel him completely.

“I want you , Wooyoung.”

Lips suddenly press against the exposed skin that his tank top doesn’t cover, agonizingly slow and light that only makes him want more as he trails up the curve of his neck, stopping just under his ear. Warm breath runs down his spine, hearing the way Wooyoung deeply exhales in a way that’s far too tantalizing, hot and heavy with a need that only Hongjoong could satisfy.

“Mhm, and how do you want me Hongjoong-ah?”

He should’ve known Wooyoung wouldn’t make this easy for him, squeezing his eyes shut and clenching his fists tightly. How does someone say they want their back blown out without sounding crass?

“In me, if the option is there.” Crass it is, he supposes. 

Wooyoung stops his movements, grip tightening enough that pulls a grunt from him as he’s pulled even tighter against Wooyoung, very aware of the growing bulge that’s pressing between his ass. Fuck , he’s bigger than he even thought. He could always tell, whether it was just a vibe or the fact that sometimes when they did an arm lift and his shirt would go with him, he swore he saw an outline that he wasn’t expecting but then again it could’ve just been a shadow or something. A shadow made in a dim room lit by candles but he didn’t want to add more to his own snowballing thoughts by thinking that Wooyoung has a big dick. He just no longer has to think it.

“Can you repeat that?”

“Absolutely not.” Hongjoong deadpans, already wanting to cringe into himself for saying it the way that he did even if he did enjoy the reaction he got. 

“And here I thought you wanted to fuck me .” Wooyoung laughs, hips starting to roll forward, stirring back up his own arousal. 

“Oh don’t get me wrong I do but I think you like this idea more.” He smirks to himself, still not gracing Wooyoung while looking back at him, instead pushing his ass back to meet his hips.

Wooyoung lets out a muffled growl, nipping at Hongjoong’s ear as he continues to grind against him intently so that he can truly feel just him, large and yet still not at his full hardness which both excites and terrifies Hongjoong. His mouth is back on him, taking his sweet time to make sure he doesn’t leave any part of his neck and shoulders without being kissed, even leaving a few red marks to bloom on his skin with a light pop when he releases before moving on to the next spot.

Wooyoung’s hands only leave him for a brief moment, grabbing the hemline of his shirt and tugging which Hongjoong obediently helps him lift it over his head, tossing it to the side to be dealt with later before they splay across his stomach. Fingertips run along his hot skin, not sure if he’s sweating solely from the temperature of the room or if it’s also his body getting worked up, insatiable to the way he wants to have Wooyoung’s hands on him. They take their time, exploring the expanse of his abdomen and chest, stopping every so often to brush across his nipples, raised and already sensitive, arching back into him and making Wooyoung laugh at his reactions.

It’s everything and yet not enough and Hongjoong is anything but patient, one hand snaking up along Wooyoung’s side to anchor himself as he grinds back into him while the other reaches to thread between raven locks, tugging to pull him off and look at him. Wooyoung’s pupils are blown wide, a mix of confused desire swimming in them as his breathing staggers.

“What?”

“Kiss me.”

Hongjoong doesn’t give him a chance to actually say anything before he’s captured his lips, both moaning into the kiss that quickly deepens and Hongjoong’s tongue desperately pries Wooyoung’s lips apart. It’s messy and uncoordinated, especially given the way he has to crane his neck to even reach him, but he doesn’t care and based on the way Wooyoung’s hands flex against him, pulling him impossibly close, he doesn’t think he minds either. 

Being able to breath becomes a secondary necessity, not wanting to part as their sounds of pure lust and need fill the space. It's when his lungs are screaming at him for air does he finally pull back, chest heaving as he looks at Wooyoung and takes his lower lip between his teeth. He looks disheveled in the best way, hair tousled and a slight flush to his cheeks, as if the tension finally bleeds out between them, even just for a moment.

A moment that doesn’t last too long as Wooyoung spins him around to face him without breaking the kiss, hands quickly finding their way back to his waist. He can properly kiss him like this, hands easily able to wrap around his neck and deepen it further. He presses his clothed cock against Wooyoung’s, instantly starting to move to get some sense of relief, every drag creating a delicious friction as he whines into Wooyoung’s mouth.

Everything Hongjoong gives him, Wooyoung takes. He takes every breath of his, every roll of his hips, every curl of his tongue against him and gives it back tenfold, drawing a litany of sounds that Hongjoong didn’t even know he could make, just wanting to finally get what’s he’s desired since the day he set eyes on the yoga instructor.

His hands drag down his shoulders, taking the chance to feel every muscle line until they settle on his chest. He toys with them, gently squeezing his strong pecs that fill up more of his hand than he can hold and feels the way his piercings that he finally can confirm are there raise against his palms. He brushes his thumbs against them, much like Wooyoung did to him before but the metal is hard under the pads, a foreign feeling that he enjoys pulling the sounds out of Wooyoung as he tugs and twists lightly.

“ Fuck .” Wooyoung hisses through his teeth, head pulling away to suck in sharply.

“Sensitive much?” Hongjoong raises his brow, testing his theory as he pinches just a tad harder, a ragged moan escaping Wooyoung whose eyes are ablaze with desire as he looks at him.

“You’re one to talk.” He replies through gritted teeth before shifting his thigh between Hongjoong’s legs and pointedly pressing against his aching cock, desperate to be released from the confinement of his shorts. The broken sound that leaves him is borderline pathetic, but it seems to please Wooyoung, who quickly takes back the control that Hongjoong had for a fleeting moment. “Still want me in you, hyung?”

“Please never say it like that ever again.” Hongjoong’s eyebrows knit together, letting out a regretful sigh for saying that in the first place.

“I’m just saying what you said first.”

“I can’t stand you.” He spits out, annoyance dripping from each word as his lip curls. Wooyoung’s grip only tightens around his waist, making him grunt at how close he pulls him.

“So?”

“So what?”

“Do you still want it?” Wooyoung cocks his head to the side, eyes sparkling with desire with a hint of it being a serious question.

There's no more what ifs and fantasies to hide behind, just a moment of passion that they’ve both apparently thought about more often than not, and with it comes the reality that there’s higher stakes that go into it. Hongjoong understands this is just Wooyoung’s playful way to really ensure that he’s sure, knowing they’re already in uncharted territory with ethical boundaries, which is a good thing that he cares about. He just really doesn’t want to say it so bluntly out of his own shamefulness and embarrassment, but Wooyoung doesn’t seem like the type to let a non-answer slide.

“You’re going to make me say it aren’t you?”

“Yes, mostly for consent of course but also it’s cute when you admit things you think are embarrassing when they’re really not, at least not to me.”

With a defeated exhale and an exaggerated inhale to try and prolong it as long as he can, Hongjoong peers up at him.

“Yes I want you to fuck me. Happy now?”

Wooyoung’s answer comes from the way he leans in seconds later, kissing him with fervor unlike before, tongue immediately coaxing for his mouth to part and give him access. He does so without hesitation, welcoming the feeling of their tongues entangling fueled by desperation. He curls his hands around the fabric of Wooyoung’s shirt, tugging him forward with a strength that he doesn’t think Wooyoung expects, a bubble of laughter erupting between them that only makes his heart skip a beat. Something feels just so natural to be with him like this, almost like this isn’t their first time together and yet the excitement of it all sends chills down his spine.

He starts to roll his hips once more, creating that same addicting feeling that has him panting against Wooyoung’s mouth. He lets go of the shirt with one hand, tracing a line down his chest to the waistband of his shorts, snapping the elastic a few times with light pop against his skin before moving it between them to palm him over the top of the fabric, smirking at the way he can feel Wooyoung twitch under his touch.

Wooyoung parts from his lips in favor of attaching to Hongjoong’s jawline, nipping and sucking harshly until he reaches to the spot just under his ear, creating a much darker mark with how long he stays there. He tilts his head to give the younger better access all while continuing to tease him enjoying every moan and sound Wooyoung gives him and taking the chance to slip his hand between his shorts and underwear.

“Shit.” He murmurs out, running his hand down his full length, big not even being the best word he could use but it’ll have to do as the only thing on his mind is if he’s going to be able to take him.

“You can handle it.” Wooyoung says against his skin, as if he knew what he was thinking about before he could even really say it. He pulls off of him with a mischievous grin, reaching down and pulling his hand out from his shorts as he steals one more kiss before he’s cupping under his ass and lifting him up, legs instinctually wrapping around his sturdy waist. “Just going to take my time with you so I can make you feel good.”

Hongjoong feels heat rise to his cheeks, not used to being the one to receive this kind of attention, not that he’s complaining in the slightest. He lets Wooyoung manhandle him how he pleases, somehow easing them to the floor until his back hits the mat, the surface still hard but more comfortable than he expects. He rests his heels and parts his legs, letting Wooyoung settle between them before he’s one-handedly taking his shirt off and tossing it to join his long forgotten one.

He takes the opportunity to appreciate his body, bare chest strong with perky nipples and the piercings catching the light of the candles, a core that just looks strong even if it’s not fully defined. He’s absolutely breathtaking, the way his skin glistens with the sheer layer of sweat that lays on him flawlessly, and Hongjoong can just feel his mouth gape, unable to think of words to describe him.

Wooyoung doesn’t shy away from letting Hongjoong look at him, flexing subtly enough and sitting back a beat longer before he drops his hands on either side of him, pinning him underneath him. Just like before, he can tell just how built Wooyoung is despite their minimal height difference, broad and sturdy and just seemingly bigger than him in the best ways. He wants to be encapsulated by him and with the way Wooyoung looks down at him, as if he wants to devour him, he’s willing to let him, truthfully wanting Wooyoung to do whatever he wants as long as he gets to have him like this.

“So are you going to actually do something or keep staring?” He raises a brow, using Wooyoung’s words back at him teasingly.

“Pretty needy for someone who didn’t make a move for almost two months.” Wooyoung says condescendingly and Hongjoong can feel his cock harden, visibly tenting in his shorts with Wooyoung’s demeanor shift.

“I can make you wait longer and leave now if you want.” Hongjoong pushes, pointedly poking his pointer finger against Wooyoung’s pec. He can feel the younger’s rapid heart beat, the silence stretching between them as if Wooyoung’s calculating his next move, playing into their unspoken game. “So what are you going to do, Wooyoung-ssi?”

There’s a push and pull between them, as if there’s a constant fight of who has control, something he’s noticed since they’ve gotten to know one another and it’s addicting. Hongjoong enjoys having some semblance of power over Wooyoung, able to make him back off when he wants but immediately having the rug ripped from under him with the younger’s ability to make him fluster and become putty in his hands. He never knows which side he’s going to get but he has a feeling that any illusion of control he might have is all part of Wooyoung’s plans, never fully giving it up, and it’s completely exhilarating.

Hongjoong expects some sort of retort, quip or smart comment but instead Wooyoung does something far more annoying. He stands back up, smirking down at Hongjoong just a brief moment before walking away.

“Where are you going?” He asks incredulously, whinier than he wishes but the loss of Wooyoung’s body on him makes him all the more desperate. He props himself up on his elbows, following the younger’s every move to make sure he’s not grabbing his keys and holding him to his own promise of making him wait.

“We’re going to need something to prep you if I’m gonna have you bouncing on my cock.” Wooyoung replies simply, shuffling through his bag until he pulls something out with a satisfied hum, feet padding against the floor as he walks to the door, an echoing click of the lock deafening in the quiet room. “Not that anyone should be coming in here, I don’t think either of us want to get interrupted.”

Hongjoong didn’t even think about the possibility of someone coming into the studio, the sudden realization that they’re in a very public place with gym goers just down the hall. Though he can’t say that there isn’t something alluring about that fact, knowing that while everyone is working out, they’re in here working each other up and doing something that many would probably frown upon and he couldn’t care less at this moment.

Wooyoung turns on his heels and makes his way back towards Hongjoong with an eager smile on his lips. Hongjoong’s gaze drops to his cock, seeing the way it’s bulging and he swallows thickly, anticipation thrumming through him. His legs spread wider, letting the younger settle between him as he sets a bottle down next to them that Hongjoong doesn’t bother to read. They only share one more brief glance before Wooyoung dips down and captures Hongjoong’s lips, slow and passionate in the way he takes his time to move his tongue against his.

Soft moans float between them as Wooyoung sucks and bites at his lower lip, their breathing getting heavier and needier with every passing second that they let the kiss continue. Hongjoong trails his hands along Wooyoung’s arms, tracing each defined line of his triceps before they lay flat on his back, trying to bring his body closer but the younger’s arms aren’t giving in.

“You’re so greedy, always wanting more and more.” Wooyoung laughs, pulling away with a string of spit still connecting them.

“Is that a problem?” Hongjoong says through his uneven breaths.

“Not at all, I think it’s hot. I love that you’re so desperate for me.”

Hongjoong’s nose scrunches in slight disgust but his own arousal betrays him, cock twitching at his words once more. He’s done talking, done letting Wooyoung talk and fluster him, so he brings one hand to entangle in his hair and pulls him down firmly. Wooyoung doesn’t fight back, resuming their kiss again which turns quickly into all teeth and tongue with little coordination.

Their hips meet, both moaning at the contact as their cocks drag unceremoniously against each other. Wooyoung carefully shifts his weight to one side, not interrupting their kiss as his free hand runs along Hongjoong’s frame, stopping at his waistband and toying with the fabric.

“Lift.” He murmurs and Hongjoong obeys, lifting his hips just enough off the ground that Wooyoung could pull them off with minimal trouble, cock thumping against his stomach. A large hand wraps around his length, moaning out in relief at the feeling, though like the younger said, all Hongjoong wants is more . Wooyoung’s thumb circles the head, teasing the slit and collecting the pre-cum that’s leaking embarrassingly fast before he starts to stroke him at a maddeningly pace that drives him up the wall. He tries to buck u, hoping to fuck into Wooyoung’s hand but Wooyoung’s hips press down to pin him there, swallowing any attempt at protest he could give by kissing him harder.

He’s already so pent up, he can feel the kindling warmth of desire in his core, bringing him closer to the edge at an alarming rate. It feels like everything from the last two months that’s been simmering under the surface is about to explode, an unstoppable force that’s only going to erupt if Wooyoung continues his ministrations.

“Fuck, Wooyoung .” He manages to say between open mouth kisses, trying hard to keep his head on straight but his mind is getting hazy. “Wait, ‘m gonna - please , gonna cum.”

“Good, want you to.” Wooyoung pulls away to say, latching back on to his jaw and surely making any marks he left earlier even darker as he moves down his neck.

He wants to hold off, doesn’t want to finish so quickly and make it last longer but he doesn’t really have a choice between his own body and Wooyoung’s determination as his pace quickens. His thumb drags along the underside of his cock, following the sensitive vein that makes his gasp with even pointed press. His body starts to writhe underneath, head pressing against the mat as he arches up into Wooyoung’s touch, coaxing him painfully close to his release.

“Go on, Hongjoong-ah. You can come.” His warm breath fans against his skin, as if he’s giving permission that Hongjoong doesn’t need but it’s what it takes to have him tumbling over as the hot white ropes paint his stomach, body uncontrollably trembling while Wooyoung works him through his orgasm, not letting up until Hongjoong shoots his hand down to grab his wrist to stop him.

He peers up at Wooyoung who’s cocky expression makes him want to both smack him and kiss him all the same, so he does neither, reaching for the towel that Wooyoung brought over with him..

“Hope you know we’re not done yet.”

“I figured considering your dick is pressing into my thigh but I’d like to not let this dry anymore than it already has.” Hongjoong says as he wipes his stomach as best he can, tossing the towel to still within arms length for easy access.

“Good.” Wooyoung huffs a laugh, stealing a kiss before one-handedly pushing himself up to slip his own pants off. Hongjoong can’t help but stare, eyes widening at his cock that bounces to life and sticking his tongue out to wet his lips as he waits anxiously for him to be back on top of him without anything else separating them.

Wooyoung grabs the bottle, squeezing some of the liquid into his hand and rubs his fingers together while he climbs back over Hongjoong to his place between his thighs that welcome him openly. He settles down on one elbow, closer than they were before and he lets his cock press against Hongjoong’s, a strangled noise leaving both of them at the feeling as they inadvertently roll into one another. Wooyoung brings his hand down between the cleft of his ass, circling his entrance with his wet finger, taking his time before he starts to slowly press inside. Hongjoong groans at the foreign feeling, trying to keep his breath even to not add to the initial resistance that his body already has.

“Relax for me, hyung, let me take care of you.” Wooyoung soothingly says, maintaining the slow drag of his finger. He shifts his other arm that’s holding him up to be able to run his thumb along his cheek, and Hongjoong can’t help but lean into it having never felt cared for like this in a long time. Not that he’s never bottomed before, but it’s never been like this where he can trust the other person to know what they’re doing, that it’s for his enjoyment and not just for the other person’s. It’s more tender than he imagined it would be but he can’t bring himself to say it’s a bad thing, wrapping his hand behind the nape of his neck to pull him in for another kiss, softer this time as he finally relaxes into the mat beneath him.

Wooyoung slips another finger in to join the first one, stretching Hongjoong just a bit more that furrows his brow but the intrusion feels good , knowing this isn’t close to what Wooyoung will feel like if his eyes didn’t deceive him. The pace picks up just a bit and Hongjoong can feel the curl of his fingers just barely brush against his prostate, almost there but not quite and he can tell it's intentional. He can sense that Wooyoung wasn’t joking when he said he was going to take his time with him, to fully prep him so he does his best to not let his impatience get the best of him.

Two fingers soon become three, a loud moan ripped out of him as it burns , each drag of his knuckles curling against him making him start to move. Wooyoung lets him fuck himself on his fingers, now pointedly hitting his bundle of nerves each time and he can feel the familiar build of his arousal once again.

“Gonna make you cum again like this, okay?” Wooyoung pulls back, staring down at him with a darkened expression as he controls the strings of the knot that tightens in his stomach.

It’s not a question, more like telling him what’s going to happen and he just nods, feeling the sting in the corners of his eyes as tears threaten to fall. Their cocks continue to drag against another, both of their precum making the glide that much better and it should be filthy and gross but it’s only working them up more, grinding harder into one another as Hongjoong approaches his release.

He lets out another moan, rapidly tugging Wooyoung back down to kiss him as he cums over and over again, his hips sporadically trying to follow Wooyoung’s rhythm to ride out his orgasm. Fingers don’t stop until his body relaxes against the floor until he drops them to the floor, chests heaving as they slow, staying pressed inside of him for a few more moments.

“Can’t get enough of you.” Wooyoung buries his head in the crook of Hongjoong’s neck. With the way Wooyoung lays on top of him, he can feel the younger’s heart beat in time with his own, making his stomach churn with more than just desire. He can feel his mind start to race, a sudden wave of something he’s unsure of, forcing it back down into the pits of to be dealt with later , but it doesn’t stop the closeness he feels and he doesn’t just mean physically.

“You’re going to be the death of me, Jung Wooyoung.” He mutters, not sure if it’s loud enough for Wooyoung to even hear as fingers are drawn out of him, sighing at the loss of being full following his vulnerable words.

Wooyoung lifts his head and stares down at him as if he’s the most beautiful thing he’s ever set his sights on and Hongjoong can’t handle it, suddenly overwhelmed and needing to distract himself and get them back on track to where this whole thing was headed just minutes before. Wooyoung starts to open his mouth to say something and a panic overcomes him, finding himself pressing his palms against Wooyoung’s chest. The strength training must be working as he easily flips them so that he’s straddling Wooyoung, thighs pressed tightly around him as if he’s worried he might try to get out even if he looks perfectly content with Hongjoong on top of him like this.

Wooyoung’s hands finding purchase on his hips, rubbing small circles as he quirks a brow up at him to which Hongjoong scoffs at him while his own hands take advantage of Wooyoung’s bare chest, thumbing at his nipples that harden underneath his fingertips.

“Thought you wanted me to bounce on your cock?” He’ll regret the wording later but for now, it seems to work to get Wooyoung back to how he expects him to respond.

“Still so impatient.” Wooyoung muses, reaching over to grab the bottle and the foil package that Hongjoong didn’t notice from earlier and tearing it before easily slipping the condom on and adding just a bit more lube all while Hongjoong (impatiently - so sue him) waits on top, continuing to squeezing and toy with Wooyoung’s chest.

Wooyoung lifts him up with one hand while the other lines his cock to his hole, teasing ever so lightly until Hongjoong finall y feels him push past the rim, teeth biting down against his lower lip harshly. It’s thick and feels almost too big, wondering if three fingers was enough but he’s not voicing it now, not willing to lose what he desperately wants. He does take it slow and Wooyoung doesn’t push him, guiding him down slowly, feeling his cock press deeper, inch by inch until he finally feels his ass meet his hips, exhaling to adjust as much as his body allows.

It’s when Wooyoung is lifting him up that his eyes shoot open, not wanting to lose the sensation only to be slammed back down, the noise that erupts from him that spurs Wooyoung on, increasing his pace with each time he buries his cock deep inside him.

“Careful, they might hear you, hyung.” Wooyoung mocks but breathlessness betrays his confident demeanor, his own moans adding to the mix that makes Hongjoong feel insane. “But you’d like that wouldn’t you?”

He lets a litany of words tumble off his lips, letting the hot shame that unfurls inside him at the idea of being heard like this. He’s fully aware there’s noise dampening panels that Changbin had mentioned, even experienced just how noise blocking it is when he had his private sessions and couldn’t hear anything from the inside when he was just outside the studio door nor could he once they shut to door after he was inside. Nevertheless, it’s the thrill of the possibility that makes him start to take initiative, using his thighs to lift himself and meet Wooyoung with everything he gives him.

“God, fuck.” He says just under his breath, gritting his teeth as his legs start to burn.

“I know you can be louder than that. Want to get caught so badly, better make it worth it.”

He meets Wooyoung’s gaze, wanting to give him a warning look to not push his luck but his eyes soon roll back into his head with every pointed thrust. A string of laughter escapes Wooyoung and he thinks about berating him only to see it's just him absolutely enjoying Hongjoong like this. His head is tilted back, digging into the mat beneath him as his grip only tightens and it’s probably one of the most attractive things Hongjoong’s seen. It motivates him to ride him harder, make Wooyoung start moaning a bit louder, bring him closer and closer to his own release so he can make him feel good like he deserves to.

“Feels so good, Young-ah. Keep fucking me like that.” He praises, shifting just a bit in his lap to make the angle a bit more comfortable for the younger.

“ Hongjoong. ” Wooyoung says roughly, eyes lifting enough to look at him with a look of depravity, as if he needs to say his name like his life depends on it

“Want you to come in me.” Hongjoong says firmly, taking back just a bit of control for the moment as Wooyoung’s pupils dilate even more at his statement.

“ Fuck .” Wooyoung’s grip on his hips is borderline bruising, surely leaving behind half-moon divots in his skin that he’ll deal with later. Right now, all he wants is to draw Wooyoung closer and closer to the edge, his own release nearing as he pushes his ass back and feeling the way the younger’s cock is hitting his prostate each and every time. “Touch yourself.”

Hongjoong’s strained whine leaves him as he listens, bringing one hand to wrap around his cock and start to pump himself in time with the pace that Wooyoung has for them. The sound of skin hitting skin and their staggered sounds make him forget about everything else, solely focusing on how his body is starting to quiver and Wooyoung’s pace is becoming erratic.

“Come with me, Hongjoong.”

It’s the last four words Hongjoong coherently hears, hand quickening against his cock until he feels himself spilling over and collapsing against Wooyoung’s chest as the younger continues to fuck him with fervor and intent. It’s too much and yet he can’t find the words to tell Wooyoung that he can’t take anymore, far too intoxicated by the feeling of Wooyoung using him to ride out his own high.

As he slows down, Hongjoong relaxes, the only sound in the room is their breathing and the long forgotten soundtrack humming in the background that almost helps to bring them back down to the present. Lips press against his gently as a hand comes to cup his face, savoring the tender and sweet nature of the kiss. Neither of them make the effort to move, uncaring about the fact that Wooyoung’s still inside him but takes the few extra minutes to just be, not remembering the last time he’s ever been with someone who he felt comfortable to do that with.

But like he’s realized, there’s no one really like Wooyoung, now is there?

After a while, he becomes far too aware of the stickiness between them, using his hold on Wooyoung’s chest to push himself up until they part.

His eyes flutter open to see Wooyoung smiling up at him with that same expression from earlier and he can’t help the mix of emotions that run through him, surely reflecting on his features as he squirms in his hold.

“Stop looking at me like that.” He says, using it as his chance to pull himself off, a soft sigh leaving him at the loss but knowing it’s for the best.

“Like what?” Wooyoung says, words slightly slurred as a finger reaches up to brush the hair stuck to his forehead, tucking it behind his ear before dropping back to rest on his hip.

“Like you like me.”

“Would that be a problem if I did?”

Hongjoong just stares at him, searching for any sign of this just the post-sex brain fog talking or if he’s being serious, but all he can see is longing. Warmth blooms in his chest, not sure exactly how to feel about the possibility that this isn’t just a one time thing. He figured they might fool around a few more times at best before they got it out of their system and moved, which he thought he preferred before he walked into the yoga studio, but now he doesn’t know if that’s enough for him. He doesn’t want to admit it but the idea of this leading to more is something he kind of wants to see play out, wants to see if it could work between them beyond the client relationship and even the friends with benefits he expected. 

“No.” He finally answers because genuinely he can’t seem to find a problem in it at all.

“Good.” Wooyoung’s smile widens, not hiding the glint in his eyes from Hongjoong’s admittance. “Then I’ll be waiting for you to ask me to dinner.”

“Me?”

“Yeah, it’s only fair.” Wooyoung shrugs nonchalantly, grabbing the towel to clean himself and even wiping Hongjoong’s chest and stomach down all while Hongjoong can only gape at him.

“To who?!” He asks in disbelief, crossing his arms defensively once Wooyoung puts the towel back down on the floor beside them.

“To me! I’m the one who made the first move so now it’s your turn.”

Hongjoong can drop his jaw in utter disbelief at the game Wooyoung’s playing but, to be honest, should he really be all that shocked?

“You’re a brat.” He responds, refusing to give in just yet.

“Mm, takes one to know one.” Wooyoung sing-songs, poking his tongue out playfully.

“And immature.”

“Aw, but you love it, hyung.”

Soon, strong arms envelop around him as Wooyoung sits up and brings Hongjoong deeper into his lap, stealing another kiss that doesn’t necessarily make Hongjoong any less annoyed but just less inclined to keep arguing.

“So?” Wooyoung asks far too sweetly for Hongjoong’s liking, rolling his eyes at him.

“This is something I’ll have to get used to isn’t it?”

“Making you ask for what you want? Yeah, sorry, communication’s kind of important.” He muses, earning a swat from Hongjoong even if he’s really not upset with him.

“Fine.” Hongjoong says defeatedly. “Wanna grab dinner after this?”

There’s a stretch of silence between them, long enough that Hongjoong starts to mildly worry that he’s just made a fool of himself before a cheeky grin appears on Wooyoung’s lips.

“I thought you’d never ask.”