Warnings: smut

Genre: smut, fluff

Words: 2814

Publish date: 23-04-24

Notes: See the end of the shot for more notes.

★★★

There were many things about Jeongin that drove Chan crazy. His confidence, innocent eyes, his dimpled smile and clumsiness. But topping the list was Jeongin's sweaty appearance, that would leave Chan weak in the knees.

Chan descended into the kitchen, a mischievous smirk playing on his lips. Jeongin stood by the stove, clad in loose-fitting clothes that hung off his frame in all the right places, adding to his boyish charm. Chan couldn't help but notice the way Jeongin's skin glistened and glowed with a light sheen of sweat, a sight that never failed to stir something within him.

"Jeongin," Chan greeted, his voice laced with amusement. "Where's the rest of the gang?"

Jeongin turned to face Chan, a playful glint dancing in his eyes. "Minho, Han, Hyunjin and Changbin are out," he replied, gesturing toward the empty kitchen. "And you already know Felix and Seungmin went to visit their families during our break before the comeback." Chan nodded in understanding, his gaze lingering on Jeongin's relaxed form.

"And you? Why didn't you go with them?" Jeongin shrugged nonchalantly, a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I wanted to stay back and take advantage of the empty dorm to cook something special." Chan raised an eyebrow, his interest piqued.

"Something special, huh? So, what's on the menu tonight?" Chan asked, breaking the silence as he watch Jeongin chop vegetables with practiced precision. Jeongin flashed him a grin, his eyes sparkling with excitement. "I'm thinking spicy seafood pasta. Something to warm us up on this chilly night."

Chan smirk, “Need any help?"

Jeongin glanced over his shoulder, a faint blush dusting his cheeks as he shook his head. "No, thanks…. I….I….. can't concentrate when you're around," he admitted, his voice betraying him. Chan's smirk widened, his gaze lingering on Jeongin's flushed cheeks. "Is that so?" he raised his eyebrows, taking a step closer. "Well, maybe I should do something about that."

"Thanks, but I've got it under control," he replied, his focus returning to the sizzling pan. Although his ears were turning bright pink. Chan stepped closer, his grin widening. "Come on, let me help. Two heads are better than one, right?"

Jeongin shook his head, a small laugh escaping him. "No, really, I'm good. It’s hard when you're around," he blurted his eyes closed and his face .

Chan's smirk turned into a smile as he leaned in closer, his breath ghosting over Jeongin's ear. "You know?" he teased, his voice low and husky. "Maybe I should take that as a compliment."

Jeongin's cheeks burned brighter as he pushed Chan away gently. "Chan, seriously, I need to focus. You being here is distracting enough." Chan feigned hurt, his hand over his heart. "Ouch, Jeongin, that hurts," he joked, but his eyes sparkled with amusement.

Jeongin rolled his eyes playfully, his smile softening. "I mean it, Chan. Go find something else to do before you burn down the kitchen.

With a mischievous glint in his eyes, Chan couldn't resist the temptation to tease Jeongin further. He silently approached from behind as Jeongin focused on chopping the vegetables, his movements precise but slightly jittery.

"Jeongin," Chan murmured, his voice low and close to Jeongin's ear, "You really should learn how to concentrate. It's an essential skill, you know." Jeongin's hands paused mid-chop as he felt Chan's presence behind him, his breath catching in his throat. "I-I know that," he stammered, attempting to regain his composure.

Chan chuckled softly, his warm breath sending shivers down Jeongin's spine as he held Jeongin from his  waist, pulling him closer. "But do you know why it's important?" he whispered, his lips grazing Jeongin's earlobe.

Jeongin's heart raced as Chan's proximity sent waves of desire coursing through him. "Um, well," he stuttered, struggling to form a coherent thought with Chan's touch clouding his mind.

Chan smirked, his fingers tracing gentle patterns at Jeongin's back, eliciting a shiver from him. "Concentration," he began, his voice taking on a more serious tone, "is the key to achieving your goals. Whether it's in cooking or in life, being able to focus your mind is crucial."

Jeongin squirmed in Chan's embrace, trying to regain control of his senses, but Chan held him firmly, his touch both comforting and electrifying. "Chan, please," he pleaded, his voice barely above a whisper, "I can't when you're like this."

Chan's smirk widened as he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jeongin's ear as he spoke. "Exactly," he whispered huskily, "That's the point."

Jeongin's breath hitched as Chan's words sent a jolt of desire straight to his core. Despite his attempts to resist, he found himself melting into Chan's embrace, surrendering to the intoxicating sensation of being wanted.

Chan fingers trailed lightly along Jeongin's bare skin as he slowly lifted up his shirt, exposing the smooth expanse of his back. "Chan, what are you doing?" Jeongin protested, his voice laced with a mixture of arousal and frustration as he tried to pull away, but Chan held him firmly in place.

"Shh, just relax, Jeongin," Chan murmured, his tone dripping with mischief as he continued to caress Jeongin's exposed skin, reveling in the way Jeongin squirmed beneath his touch.

Jeongin gritted his teeth, his grip tightening on the knife as he cursed under his breath, his cheeks flushed with desire. "Chan you idiot," he hissed, his voice a mixture of love and longing.

Chan only chuckled, his touch growing bolder as he trailed his fingers along the curve of Jeongin's spine, leaving a trail of fire in their wake. "Now, now, Jeongin, no need to be so uptight," he teased, his voice low and seductive. "Relax and enjoy the moment."

Jeongin's breath hitched as Chan's fingers danced across his skin, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him despite his best efforts to resist. "I swear, Chan, if you don't stop..." he threatened, but his words trailed off into a helpless moan as Chan's touch grew more insistent.

Chan grinned wickedly, his lips brushing against Jeongin's ear as he whispered, "You know you love it, Jeongin. Admit it."

Jeongin's cheeks burned brighter as he struggled to maintain his composure, his body betraying him with every touch. "I hate you, Chan," he muttered, though the words lacked conviction as pleasure washed over him in waves.

With a devilish grin, Chan leaned in closer to Jeongin, his lips tantalizingly close to Jeongin's ear.

"Come on, Jeongin," Chan whispered huskily, his warm breath sending shivers down Jeongin's spine. "Don't stop cutting. This is how you learn."

Jeongin's grip on the knife tightened, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to focus on the task at hand. "But you're distracting me," he protested, his voice barely above a whisper.

Chan chuckled softly, his fingers continuing to trace gentle patterns on Jeongin's bare skin. "Exactly," he murmured, his lips grazing Jeongin's neck as he spoke. "Learning to concentrate with distractions is an important skill."

Jeongin's breath hitched as Chan's lips brushed against his sensitive skin, his resolve weakening with each passing moment. "Chan, please," he pleaded, his voice a desperate whisper. "I can't... I can't focus like this."

But Chan only smirked, his fingers working their magic as he continued to tease and caress Jeongin's trembling form. "Yes, you can," he insisted, his voice low and seductive. "Just keep cutting, Jeongin. You're doing great."

Jeongin's heart pounded in his chest as he struggled to obey, his mind clouded with desire and longing. Despite his best efforts to resist, he found himself succumbing to Chan's intoxicating presence, unable to deny the overwhelming pleasure coursing through him.

Jeongin continued to chop the vegetables, his jaw clenched in determination, Chan watched with amusement, his smirk growing wider with each passing moment.

"See, Jeongin?" Chan remarked, his voice dripping with satisfaction. "You can endure a little distraction after all." Jeongin gritted his teeth, refusing to let Chan's teasing get the best of him. With each chop of the knife, he focused on the task at hand, trying to block out the sensation of Chan's touch.

But Chan was relentless. With a playful glint in his eyes, he snaked his arms around Jeongin's abdomen, his fingers tracing teasing patterns along Jeongin's skin, sending shivers down his spine.

Jeongin's breath hitched as Chan's touch ventured lower, his fingers grazing over Jeongin's navel, sending waves of pleasure coursing through him. Despite his best efforts to resist, he couldn't help but squirm under Chan's touch, his resolve crumbling with each passing second.

"Chan, oh my god," Jeongin protested weakly, his voice barely above a whisper as pleasure washed over him in waves.

Chan chuckled, his touch getting bolder as he continued to tease and caress Jeongin's trembling form. "Relax, Jeongin," he murmured huskily, his lips brushing against Jeongin's ear. "Just enjoy the moment."

Chan lowered his hand to the waistband of Jeongin's sweatpants, his fingers deftly undoing the button and zipper. Jeongin's breath hitched in anticipation, his heart pounding with a mixture of excitement and nervousness.

"Chan, fuck..." Jeongin moaned weakly.

Chan smirk turning into a grin as he slowly lowered Jeongin's pants, revealing his arousal in all its glory. Jeongin cursed under his breath, his cheeks burning with embarrassment as he felt exposed under Chan's gaze.

With a playful glint in his eyes, Chan leaned in closer, his lips brushing against Jeongin's ear as he whispered, "You're so eager, Jeongin. I like that."

Jeongin squirmed under Chan's touch, a mixture of pleasure coursing through him. "Chan, please..." he whimpered, his voice pleading and needy.

But Chan only chuckled, his fingers trailing down Jeongin's trembling thighs until they reached his most intimate area. With a sly grin, he teased Jeongin's entrance, sending shockwaves of pleasure shooting through him.

Jeongin moaned and cursed, unable to contain the overwhelming sensations that Chan was evoking within him. "Oh god... Chan," he gasped, his voice a mixture of ecstasy and desperation.

Chan's grin widened at the sound of Jeongin's moans, emboldened by the effect he was having on him. "You like that, huh?" he teased, his voice dripping with lust. "You're so responsive, Jeongin. It's driving me wild."

Chan's fingers delved deeper, Jeongin's body tensed, a guttural moan escaping his lips as pleasure surged through him like a tidal wave. He gripped the cutting board tightly, his knuckles turning white as he struggled to maintain his composure.

Chan's smirk widened at the sound of Jeongin's desperate moans, emboldened by the effect he was having on him. With a wicked grin, he pushed his fingers in deeper, relishing in the tightness and heat that surrounded them.

Jeongin's breath hitched as Chan's fingers stretched him, sending sparks of pleasure shooting through him with every movement. "Chan..." he gasped, his voice thick with desire. "Yes... oh god, yes..."

Chan's own arousal surged at the sound of Jeongin's needy pleas, his fingers moving with purpose as he drove Jeongin to the brink of ecstasy. With each thrust, each moan, they danced on the edge of oblivion, lost in a haze of passion and desire.

Jeongin's moans grew louder, his body trembling with pleasure as he surrendered completely to the overwhelming sensations. "Oh god... Chan," he whimpered, his voice filled with ecstasy. "Hate...to …say. ….. please... don't stop..."

Chan complied, his movements growing more urgent and fervent, they both knew that they were teetering on the edge of something sublime—a moment of pure bliss that would leave them breathless and sated in each other's arms.

As Chan withdrew his fingers, Jeongin couldn't help but let out a needy whimper, his body craving more of Chan's touch.

"Chan," he protested weakly, his voice thick with desire, "don't stop..."

But Chan held up a hand, his expression suddenly serious, though a mischievous glint danced in his eyes. "Jeongin," he said with faux solemnity, "I think we need to have a little chat."

Jeongin's heart raced with anticipation, his body still tingling from Chan's ministrations. "What's wrong?" he asked, his voice trembling with need.

Chan's lips twitched as if fighting a smile, his eyes twinkling with mischief. "I just feel like... like the whole point of this is lost," he lamented, his voice dripping with mock seriousness.

Jeongin frowned, confusion etched on his face. "What do you mean?"

Chan's pout deepened as he continued, "I mean, you were supposed to learn how to concentrate, how to not let yourself get carried away by distractions and... stuff."

Jeongin's brow furrowed as he processed Chan's words, but before he could respond, Chan's expression broke into a smirk. "But when you have my fingers up your ass," Chan quipped, his voice dripping with amusement, "How can you focus?"

Jeongin's cheeks flushed crimson as he sputtered, lost for words in the face of Chan's playful teasing. "Chan, you..." he stuttered, his voice trailing off as he struggled to find a retort.

Before Jeongin could respond, Chan's fingers returned, tracing tantalizing circles along Jeongin's sensitive skin. Jeongin's breath hitched as pleasure surged through him once more, drowning out Chan's words.

"Chan," he moaned, his voice a needy plea, "please..."

Jeongin's moans filled the air, punctuated by the slick sounds of their intimacy, Chan couldn't help but revel in the intoxicating effect he had on Jeongin, knowing that he held the power to drive him wild with desire.

"God, Chan," Jeongin gasped between moans, his body trembling with pleasure. "Don't... don't stop..."

Chan only smirked, his fingers moving with purpose as he pushed Jeongin closer and closer to the edge, relishing in the symphony of pleasure that echoed through the room.

As their passionate encounter reached a crescendo, a sudden series of knocks at the front door shattered the intimate bubble they had created. Both Chan and Jeongin froze, their eyes locking in a moment of shared realization.

The rest of the members were back.

With a hurried exchange of glances, Jeongin quickly pulled up his pants, his cheeks flushed with embarrassment, while Chan scrambled to gather the vegetables and utensils that Jeongin had dropped in their haste.

"Quickly, clear everything!" Chan whispered urgently, his heart pounding in his chest as he rushed to tidy up the kitchen.

Jeongin nodded in agreement, his mind racing as he tried to compose himself. With swift movements, he straightened his disheveled appearance, his cheeks still flushed with the remnants of their passionate encounter.

Chan put the vegetables back to the kitchen slip  and wiped down the countertops, the sound of voices approaching grew louder, sending a jolt of panic through both of them.

With one last frantic glance around the kitchen to ensure everything was in order, Chan and Jeongin exchanged a nod of understanding before hurrying to greet the rest of the members at the door, their secret encounter still fresh in their minds.

As the members entered one by one, their complaints filled the air, blending with the tension that lingered from the interrupted moment between Chan and Jeongin.

"Seriously, guys, what took you so long?" Felix groaned, tossing his bag onto the couch with a huff. "We've been waiting forever!"

Changbin nodded in agreement, his expression a mixture of annoyance and impatience. "Yeah, we were starting to think you got lost or something," he teased, though his tone held a hint of frustration.

Hyunjin chimed in from behind them, his voice laced with sarcasm. "Next time, send a carrier pigeon or something to let us know you're running late," he quipped, earning a chuckle from the others.

They all move to the main hall except for Minho, whose piercing gaze drew Chan’s attention. His eyes bore into him with a mixture of amusement and curiosity, sending a shiver down Chan's spine.

Chan tried to maintain his composure, but the weight of Minho's scrutiny made him squirm uncomfortably. "What?" he asked, attempting to sound casual even as his heart raced with anxiety.

Minho's smirk widened, his gaze flickering between Chan and Jeongin who was now busy with the other members. "Oh, nothing," he replied cryptically, his tone dripping with mischief. "Just glad there aren't any CCTV cameras in the dorm, aren't we?"

Chan felt a flush of embarrassment spread across his cheeks as he realized the implication of Minho's words. He shot a quick, apologetic glance at Jeongin before reaching out to pinch Minho's arm in a feeble attempt to diffuse the tension.

"Minho, come on," Chan chuckled nervously, his voice tinged with embarrassment. "You know we wouldn't..."

But Minho merely chuckled, a knowing glint in his eyes, as he brushed off Chan's attempt at deflection. The unspoken understanding hung heavy in the air, a silent reminder of the secret that now three of them share.

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A/N: Clears throat..... screams