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there is a new makeup artist at the studio and jongin is not too sure if he likes him.

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three weeks later, and jongin is still not sure whether he likes luhan.

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luhan's chattering a mile a minute, spilling out his entire life story as he works the bronzer over jongin's cheeks, making his cheekbones so sharp they can cut through glass. "and then sehun, that bitch, decided to put pink hair dye into my shampoo, and that's how i ended up with this terrible pink hair!"

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he flips his shocking pink bangs to illustrate his point and jongin thinks that the pink actually accentuates his features, draws attention to the much too good looking face. when luhan had first been assigned to jongin, jongin mistook the makeup artist for one of his fellow idols. he casually asked about luhan's entertainment company, and luhan had laughed too loudly and then proceeded to poke a mascara wand into jongin's eye.

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luhan pulls back to scrutinize jongin and jongin straightens his back instinctively, feeling like a cowering student in front of his too strict history teacher.

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"needs more gloss," luhan chirps, waving a tube of Cherrylicious lipgloss around. "your lips are too pale."

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and before jongin can register anything luhan has leaned down and pressed his lips against him, a sheen of gloss sticky and warm between them.

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luhan pulls away, looking too self satisfied and smiles.

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"i think that's counter productive," jongin manages to choke out after three seconds of just blinking and letting out his breath slowly. do not scream. do not cry. do not let melting brain goo ooze out of ears.

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"shut up, i'm the makeup artist here."

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"i will sue," jongin says without bite, even as he lets his fingers fall against luhan's arm, curling and pressing white marks into luhan's skin. "sexual harassment and whatnot."

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luhan laughs. jongin laughs with him even as he feels his heart being pulled away from him.

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luhan is lucky to have a face that lets him get away with murder.

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lu han has never really noticed sehun. he's aware of sehun of course, likes him enough to bring him out for bubble tea and entertain the clinginess that comes whenever they're both in the same vicinity. but sehun is not jongin, all hard panes and soft whimpers. sehun is not baekhyun, small enough to fit into his arms and yet fierce enough to be dominating in bed.

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as a hormonal 22 year old caged in with literally no way of release except through the power of his right hand, lu han has fantasized about most of the members, and has even tried out a short lived attempt at romance with yixing before they both ruled it out quickly. sehun though, is uncharted territory. kissing sehun would just be like kissing yixing- incest, or as he's noticed from the way their reflections in the practice rooms mirrors seem to melt into one, twincest.

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so, it strikes him as a surprise when sehun stumbles into the dressing room where everyone is lounging around waiting for their turn at the album cover shoots, and the first reaction lu han has is an uncomfortable lurch of his stomach. they've all been busy enough with their individual training schedules that it has been a while since lu han has seen sehun all dressed up prettily like this.

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"your hair!" jongdae bursts into obnoxiously loud laughter, screeching at the rainbow mess on sehun's head.

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sehun looks embarrassed and heads over to lu han, dropping into the older boy's lap without warning and curling into lu han. lu han is so caught off guard he barely has time to blink before he's met with a mouthful of dry, colourful strands. "i don't see you making fun of lu hannie hyung's hair," sehun whines. he rakes his fingers casually through lu han's own silvery blue hair and tugs lightly, not noticing how lu han is on the verge of a panic attack.

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even when they were trainees, sehun has always followed lu han like an imprinted duckling, going to him whenever he's nervous or being teased again by the other members. all this time, lu han has never thought anything about it, but now with sehun wriggling on his lap, he realizes just how much sehun has grown in the past year.

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endless hours in the practice rooms has given sehun's body the volume he needed, muscles filling out where he looked too thin before. he's grown taller too, maybe an inch or two above lu han now. sehun smiles down at lu han and lu han notes how the heavy eyeliner only makes sehun's eyes even more smothering. there's a smudge of eyeliner on sehun's cheeks, probably due to sehun's bad habit of rubbing his eyes. lu han doesn't think and swipes a thumb across sehun's cheekbone, fingers faltering immediately when he catches what he just did. "something on your cheek," he mumbles to sehun's inquiring gaze.

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as always, any moment has to be broken by the shortie line. "oh my god, your flirting suits our concept so much," baekhyun guffaws, earning him a high five from jongdae. "awkward high school students, indeed."

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when jongin suggests they try out snowballing with kyungsoo, chanyeol had been all for the idea. his only question was an innocent, "but it's may. the snow has melted?"

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jongin laughed and pinched his cheek patronizingly. "so much to learn, little one."

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oh, chanyeol finds out later, /oh/. he doesn't really think about it because he can't, not when jongin's mouth is warm and wet around him, not when the most obscene slurping sounds are coming out of jongin's mouth, not when kyungsoo is at the head of his bed, knuckle deep in his own ass. kyungsoo catches chanyeol's eye and lets out a deliberate moan, throwing his head back to expose his neck. jongin chooses that exact month to drag his teeth across chanyeol's dick, and it's enough for chanyeol to come, his body shaking from the sudden surge of sensations. jongin carefully sucks him through his orgasm and winks up at him, mouth full with chanyeol's cum.

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a crook of his fingers and kyungsoo climbs forward eagerly, settling onto jongin's lap and slowly guiding jongin into himself. if jongin's mouth wasn't full, he certainly would have moaned but wait, why is jongin's mouth full?

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chanyeol is certainly not prepared for what comes next. jongin glances at chanyeol and pulls kyungsoo forward, letting the cum, /chanyeol's cum/, dribble into kyungsoo open and ready mouth. his erratic thrusts rocks their bodies and some of the white cum drips down the side of kyungsoo's mouth, all the way down his pale neck. chanyeol whimpers and grabs his once-again hardening dick, jerking off to the image of kyungsoo willingly receiving his cum while jongin fucks him hard enough that kyungsoo bounces with each thrust.

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jongin leans down for a kiss, licking into kyungsoo's mouth and spitting the collected cum back down again so that it streaks kyungsoo's eyelashes. his hand snakes down to wrap around kyungsoo and the combined stimulation makes kyungsoo choke, throat working to swallow the remains of chanyeol's cum down. a few more thrusts up and kyungsoo is coming hard in streaks across jongin's chest. jongin fucks him until he collapses in a sob in jongin's arm and then pulls out, allowing chanyeol to rub their cocks together and draw them both to completion.

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"much better than snow," chanyeol comments cheekily when they're coming down from their high, fingers reaching out to wipe kyungsoo's cheek.

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jongin spits in his face.

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J F C ANON I HAD TO GOOGLE SNOWBALLING SO IDEK IT'S SO BAD. THIS IS MY FIRST SMUT TOO. FUCK YOU, ANON (JK ILU). also, character limit so it's short, sorry

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baekhyun has no idea why kris even hired zitao. well, actually he does, and the reason lies in the massive boner kris sports for the barely legal teen even though kris insists he likes zitao for brotherly reasons.

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"he reminds me of myself," kris says seriously as they both watch zitao balance a large tray of cookies precariously. this will not end well but baekhyun refrains from saying anything, if only because he wants to watch kris flutter around zitao, torn between scolding him and mothering him.

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"complete with the bad korean?" baekhyun asks, testing kris's reaction.

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kris's face darkens, probably more out of his outrage on zitao's behalf than his own, but baekhyun is saved by the loud clatter of the inevitable. zitao stands there among a mess of cookies, looking guilt stricken. "i didn't mean to," he whimpers, a quiver to his voice adding to the glistening of his eyes. even baekhyun wouldn't be able to drive that frown further down.

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"complete with the bad sense of coordination," kris says under his breath, earning him a bright grin of satisfaction from baekhyun.

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the main problem is that baekhyun understands all too well why kris pampers zitao so much, but it makes it even harder to get angry at zitao when he finds out just how earnest the part-timer is.

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baekhyun walks into his kitchen the next morning and promptly screams loud enough to wake up chanyeol, who is known to sleep through alien invasions.

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zitao drops the egg he was holding in surprise, his eyes darting up to baekhyun. the egg falls to the floor, adding to the mess of egg shells and flour literally strewn across the kitchen.

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"what are you doing," baekhyun manages to breathe out. his kitchen is precious to him, the one place where he can relax and gather his thoughts. even kris knows better than to touch any of the utensils hanging around. and now this- this /child/ has whirled in and thrashed his holy spot.

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"baekhyun hyung?" zitao tries uncertainly. there is a smudge of flour across his nose and forehead, and baekhyun tries desperately to keep his anger. darn his weakness for cute and fluffy things. "i wanted to learn to crack eggs. i can't... can't seem to get them right." he tips the large bowl forward for baekhyun to see, frustration evident in his jerky movements. "i read all about it, and tried all night and-"

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"wait. you never went home?" last night, baekhyun was so tired after preparing a large batch of dough that he went against his senses and let zitao close up store.

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zitao shakes his head, biting his bottom lip guiltily. "i'm sorry if that's not allowed, but i wanted to be better." there's something practiced about his every movement, as if he knows what effect he has on the others. he probably does.

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it would be very bad to kill such ambition, baekhyun reminds himself, fingers clenching into fists behind his back. he forces himself to breathe out and plaster a smile on his face. "i will teach you, after you return my kitchen to its original state."

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jongin has never been one for the stage. it's fucked up, he knows, how they are two and yet they are one. when he's in a line for another interview and exo chants their tagline, jongin always feels this pang of irony. he wonders if kai feels it too.

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kai is too brash for interviews and variety shows; jongin is too shy and demure for the spotlight. no one remembers who suggested it, but somehow everyone thought it was worth a shot. the twins never existed- there has only been kai kim jongin, two entities mixed into one.

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they'll get found out eventually, and it's no secret that sm is testing them out. the one who manages to adapt stays. the other... no one talks about what will happen to the other.

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it's another issue when kai always smiles a bit brighter to kyungsoo, whereas jongin gravitates to luhan. the members try not to act too different to the both of them but it's hard when sides are obviously chosen. kai gets along well with chanyeol and baekhyun and tao; jongin prefers the company of yixing and sehun and kris.

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maybe it's the alcohol making their lips a little looser, or it's just an accumulation of a year of hiding, but one of them, jongin can't even remember who now, makes a snide comment about the other and this is how he ends up pressed against the wall, kai's arm hard against his neck, cutting off his oxygen supply.

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for the first time, jongin is scared of his brother. "kai- kai- you're choking me."

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"maybe if you paid attention to dance class more than you paid attention to luhan, you would have been me," kai snarls. jongin hates the way kai twists his face into something ugly- it's his face too. this is what his face can look like too.

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"my loyalties are to exo-m," jongin chokes out. it's true. the original plan was for jongin to join exo m. things would've been much different then.

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"your loyalties are to exo. not exo m, not exo k, but exo." the arm on jongin's neck presses down harder. "nothing will change that."

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kai's eyes are stone cold in the harsh fluorescent light of the practice room, but jongin thinks it'll never be as cold as kai's heart.

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Sehun has been called an ice prince by his legion of adoring fans around school, but it soon becomes clear that he is anything but.

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Suho is certainly enjoying himself right now, too amused by the embarrassment sketched across Sehun's pretty little face as the younger boy tries to stay on his feet.

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"I told you I couldn't skate," Sehun snaps after a feeble attempt to move resulted in him being sprawled across the handrails for support. The red scarf that Suho has wrapped around Sehun's neck looks great against his pale skin and Suho once again admires his handiwork. The light blush sprinkled on Sehun's face when Suho presented him with the handmade present made the nights of forgoing sleep and various cuts more than worth it.

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"I can teach you," Suho says patiently. He grabs Sehun's mittened hands in his and steadies them both until Sehun is no longer wobbling dangerously on the slippery ice. Carefully, Suho skates backwards, pulling his boyfriend with him until they're both skating across the ice, albeit at the speed of an overturned turtle.

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Suho chuckles at the pleased smile on Sehun's face. "You're doing much better already!"

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"Tiny hyung is the best," Sehun agrees, allowing a smile to soften his face in the way that has Suho falling in love again each day.

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"Besides, ice skating is quite fun." Suho lets go off Sehun's hands and grabs the ends of the alarmed boy's scarf instead, tugging him forward so that Sehun falls into his arms.

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Sehun laughs but doesn't protest, letting Suho wrap his arms around him. Sehun is tall enough that he can rest his head on Suho's head and he does so, holding the smaller boy closer.

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Suho forgets that they are in public, on a ice skating rink in one of the busiest malls of Seoul. For this moment, he only remembers the feel of Sehun's breath tickling his ear as the other boy whispers, "Tiny hyung is my favourite."

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For all the fuss over Jongin's tan skin, bruises show up surprisingly easily on him, which is something Chanyeol takes advantage of, much to Jongin's chagrin. There are only so many times Jongin can brush the purpling marks on his neck off as mosquito bites before the makeup noona rolls her eyes and tells him that she's been in the industry for 7 years; he's not the first hot blooded idol around.

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Luckily, she assumes he brought some overzealous fan or up-and-coming starlet home. Not-so-luckily, Chanyeol takes it as a go-ahead to be more daring in marking Jongin, sucking blooms onto Jongin every chance he gets.

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Jongin doesn't exactly mind when Chanyeol has Jongin's legs splayed out around him, the older boy licking his way up the other's bare thigh, tongue warm and wet against the goosebumps popping up across Jongin's skins. He's perfectly fine when Chanyeol chooses to worship his thighs like this because as far as he knows, there are no plans to expose them anytime soon (hopefully). It took some persuading, but Chanyeol is more than happy to focus his attention on Jongin's body instead of his nape.

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Chanyeol blows lightly on the tip of Jongin's cock before playfully sucking on it hard, pulling away fast enough that Jongin is left frustrated by the withdrawal of the surge of stimulation. He draws his finger nails down the inside of Jongin's thighs slowly, making Jongin writhe in anticipation. Satisfied with the whimper and whines leaving Jongin's lips, Chanyeol pulls himself up and draws the younger boy into his arms, sudden tenderness throwing Jongin off. "I want to mark you all over, but I won't." He nibbles gently on Jongin's left ear, allowing his tongue to dart inside, right where he knows Jongin is most sensitive. "But how would people know you're mine?"

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Jongin blinks away the tears of frustration and clutches the back of Chanyeol's shirt, moving his hips in a desperate attempt to rub his painfully hard erection against Chanyeol's clothed tent. "Next thing you know, you'll be leaving hickeys all over my face."

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Chanyeol cocks his head thoughtfully. "I wonder if that's possible..."

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Chanyeol is not allowed into Jongin's room for the rest of the week.

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I'M SORRY ANON I CANNOT DO SEXY SCENES. and yeah. taking a breather from more assignments.
(this should be a warning to not give me any more sexual prompts lol)

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