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Jongin enters SM in 2007. He's young, idealistic, still fresh, still unbroken.
Years of training harden his body and his mind. It's not bad, necessarily, but it makes him unnecessarily cryptic.
Baekhyun joins SM in 2010. He's happy and bubbling and fiercely excited for everything. Jongin tries hard to not to be jealous. But it's difficult to not envy the extremely little amount of time Baekhyun spends in the studio. How the choreographer nods with a pleased gleam in his eye, one that Jongin earned over a course of many back injuries and tears.
Baekhyun glides effortlessly through the company doors and into every girl's heart.
It really shouldn't matter this much, Jongin thinks bitterly, watching the girls congregate around Baekhyun in the cafeteria as he laughs that infuriating, glittering laugh when they try to put eyeliner under his lower lashes.
Baekhyun has the kind of personality that attracts girls, he concludes. He does things with them that most guys wouldn't do. But they would never fuck him, Jongin thinks viciously. They'd fawn over him and pet his hair, but if he were ever to try to get in their pants, Baekhyun would be swatted away like he was nothing.
This is one thing Jongin can hold onto, one thing he's confident in. He's spent far too long learning how to spell sex and lust with his limbs to get pushed away. One smoldering gaze at the makeup noonas had them blushing and running for cover. He shakes his head and clings fiercely to this fact.
When EXO debuts, Jongin's feelings only grow in intensity. Baekhyun remarks slyly about him and Sehun practicing CFs in the bathroom and it's all Jongin can do to keep from rolling his eyes. Because intimate stories in the shower are clearly the most heterosexual thing a newly debuted SM idol can say. Jongin almost wishes Baekhyun had more tact.
Things don't improve when they have their first fan-signing and Baekhyun's line extends down and around the block. Jongin narrows his eyes at the plethora of older girls as they ask him to draw cute hearts on their albums. He clenches his teeth when Baekhyun indulges them with a quirky, gleaming smile.
"Jongin-oppa," asks the young girl in front of him, eyes worried. "Are you sick today? You don't look good."
Jongin signs her album with a bit more force than he intends and gives her a forced smile. "I'm fine, don't worry," he says.
Afterwards, he asks their manager for another marker.
Jongin runs into Baekhyun in between performances in Los Angeles.
He'd been chatting up Krystal when Baekhyun bursts out of Taeyeon's and Tiffany's dressing room and he waves good bye to the room full of giggles.
"Oh Jongin," Baekhyun says in surprise. "I didn't know you were close to Krystal."
Jongin bites his tongue to keep calm. "Didn't know you were close to Taeyoon-noona, hyung."
Baekhyun laughs nervously, eyebrows pushing up into shape that most girls would find endearing but Jongin just thinks it's dumb. "Ahh, well, you know—I look up to Taeyeon-noona—"
Jongin can't help himself. "It figures," he bites out before he can stop it.
Baekhyun's eyes widen. "Figure what?"
"Well," Jongin says. "You're kind of… a girl's guy."
"A girl's guy....." Baekhyun says slowly, trying to process this comment. "Jongin, are you calling me girly??"
Jongin winces at the hurt in Baekhyun's voice, but it's not enough for him to care. Not at the moment. "What do you think, hyung?" he snaps, and then stalks off to find Sehun.
Joonmyun comes into his and Kyungsoo's room later than night.
"Jongin, can you explain to me why Baekhyun is trying to run himself to death in the company gym?"
Kyungsoo's eyebrows disappear into his hairline, but Jongin shrugs and flips the page in his manhwa. "Dunno. Maybe he wants to get into shape?"
Joonmyun gives him a searching look, but leaves him alone.
Jongin emails Lu Han. The older boy is in China, so he probably won't respond until much later, but Jongin sends it anyway.
hyung, do you get called pretty a lot?
He's surprised when Lu Han responds right away. Jongin hears Sehun snicker in the room next over, and figures as much.
is it annoying?
i've learned to deal with it.
Kyungsoo snores softly from his bed across the room, and Jongin frowns down at his screen. He types back.
do you get offended?
Lu Han takes a long time to reply. His email sends a shiver down his spine.
"Let's go clubbing!" Baekhyun says enthusiastically, emerging from his room in tight jeans and way too much eyeliner.
Sehun cocks his head. "Hyung, it's eleven at night."
Baekhyun makes a face. "So? Hongdae's still going."
Joonmyun rubs his eyes. "I'm going to go to bed and pretend that I never heard this."
"Come on, Jongin," Baekhyun throws his way, and there's an edge to his voice that Jongin can't quite place. "Let's club."
Jongin exchanges a skeptical look with Sehun before getting to his feet. He's not sure what Baekhyun is up to, but hell if he's about to say no to clubbing.
They end up lagging when Chanyeol bursts out of the bathroom in only his towel demanding that they wait for him, but an hour later finds them in a dark and crowded club in one of Hongdae's sleazy alleys.
Jongin smirks and tosses an easy smile at the bartender, who is a woman, who blushes and passes him two shots of tequila. Sehun grins at him and they clink glasses before downing the liquor.
There's a small gasp behind him and Jongin whirls around to see Baekhyun dancing in a throng of girls, arms tangled around an abnormally skinny waist, lips buried somewhere in her neck. Jongin's mouth falls open as Sehun starts to crack up to his left.
"Look! Baekhyun-hyung has game, oh my god," Sehun says gleefully, and Jongin turns back to the bar furiously.
"Wow, they're leaving," he hears Chanyeol say, amused, and Jongin groans. He's going to need about five more drinks to get through this night.
It takes about eleven missed calls from Joonmyun and four from their manager before they manage to round up the remaining five of them to return to their dorm.
"Where's Baekhyun?" Joonmyun demands when they walk in the door.
"He left with a girl," Sehun announces, sounding almost proud.
Jongin walks around Joonmyun spluttering and heads straight into the bathroom to stick his head in the shower.
In the morning, he's woken by Sehun jumping on top of him.
"Get off me, asshole."
"No, stupid. Baekhyun-hyung's back. You have to see him."
Jongin groans and flails about in his sheets for about five more minutes until Sehun pulls the sheets out from underneath him and sends him tumbling to the floor. Jongin kicks him in the nuts and leaves him writhing on the floor as he heads out to pee. He walks right into someone.
"Fucking watch it—oh, hi hyung, um—"
Baekhyun blinks up at him sleepily, and Jongin gawks. There are purple and red bruises covering his neck and collarbones, and what looks like the beginning of nail scratches disappearing into the neckline of his pajamas.
Kyungsoo lets out a long whistle from behind him. "Wow, Baekhyun-hyung."
Baekhyun grins, embarrassed. "Guys, it's really nothing."
"No no no," Sehun exclaims, reappearing next to the smaller boy and draping his arm around his shoulders. "You must teach us your manly ways, hyung. He's a shining example to us all."
Jongin ends up kicking him in the balls again, and Sehun squeaks from the floor that all of Jongin's offspring will be cursed with infertility as revenge.
Joonmyun shakes his head when Baekhyun comes into the kitchen. "You know manager will have your head for this, right?"
Baekhyun grins and shrugs. "It was worth it."
Jongin chokes into his orange juice.
M returns to Korea, and Jongin once again finds himself rudely awakened by Sehun's obnoxious face.
"Go away, dumb ass."
"Shut up, let's play ball."
"It's fucking six in the morning."
"Minseok-hyung and the others are playing too. They want you to join."
Jongin reluctantly pulls on his basketball shorts and squints up at the too bright sky.
"Whose intelligent idea was this?" he complains to Lu Han's new dyed hair.
Lu Han practices dribbling the basketball with ease before passing to Yixing. "Baekhyun-ah's," he replies simply.
"What?" Jongin says sharply, when a bright, cheery yell sounds from behind him and Baekhyun comes gallivanting into the court with Chanyeol at his heels.
"You're energetic today," Wu Fan observes with a touch of amusement, letting Chanyeol sling a friendly arm over his shoulders.
Baekhyun gives him a sly grin. "That's because I want to win."
Jongin snorts and ruffles his hair. "Yeah, okay shortie. I'll do your laundry for a week if you can win."
Baekhyun narrows his eyes at him, and Jongin almost takes a step back at the sudden iciness in his voice as he says, "Deal."
In the end, Jongin not only leaves with his pride wounded, but also with a large collection of scrapes and cuts that will have the stylist coordis on his heels.
"I use twice the fabric softener for my bedsheets," Baekhyun tells him sweetly, and Jongin flips him off.
Lu Han laughs. "Baekhyun has become so manly, lately."
Baekhyun smiles wickedly, and Jongin purposely skips the fabric softener just to spite him.
Jongin stands outside of Baekhyun and Chanyeol's room impatiently. Either he's not knocking loud enough (and he's pretty sure his knocks can be heard from China), or Baekhyun must be severely deaf.
"Hyung, give me your damned laundry," he says, annoyed. "It's the last fucking day. I just want to get this over with."
Jongin rolls his eyes and forces the door open. He stops dead in the doorway.
Chanyeol is sitting, trembling and panting, on the edge of his bed, hands tangled thick in Baekhyun's hair where the older boy is kneeling in between Chanyeol's knees. Chanyeol's jeans lie around his ankles, and Jongin can see Baekhyun's cheeks hollowing as a steady stream of breathy curses pour forth from Chanyeol's lips and—
Jongin has to steady himself, eyes wide and jeans painfully tight, as Baekhyun pushes his head forward on his cock with a low moan and Jongin sees Chanyeol's fingers tighten suddenly in his hair. He turns around wildly on his heel, not caring about being subtle anymore, and flees to the safety of the kitchen where Kyungsoo is making dinner.
"What's the matter?" his roommate asks, and Jongin walks in, sweaty and shaken, trying very hard to hide his erection. "You look like you've just seen a ghost."
Jongin would normally fire back some snappy comment like you would be one to talk, hyung, but Jongin presses his forehead into the cool maple wood of their table and tries not to think about the way Baekhyun's lips had looked, pink and obscene, stretched around Chanyeol's dick.
Kyungsoo starts to sing one of the songs off their new album, and Jongin closes his eyes, grounding himself in the steadiness of Kyungsoo's voice. He's grateful that some things, like Kyungsoo and his singing, are straight forward and unchanging.
Jongin goes to bed early that night, curling up in his blankets and determinedly blocking out the images from earlier.
He hears the door open and he mumbles, "Hyung, you can turn on the light if you need it," before his mattress dips and Jongin's covers are yanked away.
"That really won't be necessary," Baekhyun says, and Jongin blanches.
"Hyung—" he stutters, trying to push back into his headboard. "What—"
Baekhyun smirks and his fingers—Jongin had once called them girly, he thinks dazedly—close around his wrist and pulls him forward to crash their mouths together.
Baekhyun's tongue is warm and wet and pushes eagerly into Jongin's uncertain and hesitant mouth. Jongin finds himself torn between wanting to kick Baekhyun out of his bed and grabbing the back of his neck to pull him closer, much closer. Because for all that Baekhyun acts feminine and looks like a girl, Baekhyun kisses very much like a guy, all rough grip and firm hands pushing down at his shoulders onto his bed, and Jongin lets out a tiny moan when Baekhyun nips at his neck.
"What do you think now, Jongin?" Baekhyun murmurs into his skin in between sucking a hickey into his shoulder.
Jongin's breath hitches painfully. "Hyung, I don't understand—"
And then he's cut off by an embarrassing squeak from his own mouth when Baekhyun cups him boldly through his pajamas. "Do you think I'm still a girly, Jongin?" Baekhyun whispers, hot and breathy into his ear.
Jongin gives a hoarse cry then, because Baekhyun is rubbing at his crotch and fuck he's getting harder and Baekhyun's fingers hook into the waistband of his pants.
As Baekhyun licks wet stripes up Jongin's swollen cock, Jongin fists his hands in the older boy's shirt and wonders faintly if this is a regular thing for Baekhyun. (For Chanyeol? Zitao? Jongin's mind reels.) Jongin has to bite the inside of his wrist to keep from making any noise as the tip of his cock hits the back of Baekhyun's throat. Baekhyun holds his hips steady as he sucks, once, twice, and then Jongin is spilling hot and white into his mouth. He looks down with a dazed expression as Baekhyun swallows it all.
Baekhyun sits back on his heels and wipes his mouth with Jongin's blankets. "Girl's guy, eh?" he says, unable to keep the laughter out of his voice.
Jongin covers his eyes with his hands and groans. "Definitely fucking not."
"Well, I mean if he's willing to suck your dick, he's probably girlier than all of SNSD combined—"
Jongin leaves Sehun moaning in agony for the third time that week.
my life is a series of megan-making-me-write-things. i have no shame.
based off this chat. enjoy! (tumblr link)