“FUCK it’s hot.” j!svng says emphatically, chn and chngb!n groaning their agreements. the other members had smartly found other things to do for the day that didn’t involve being stuck in a hot dorm with the AC busted, but the remaining three weren’t so lucky.

“take off your damn sweatshirt then,” chngb!n says, one arm thrown over his eyes. “it’s making me even hotter just looking at you.”

“you’re not looking at me.” j!svng replies, smartass tone and a smug grin on his face. chn groans again, even louder, and shakes his head.

“PLEASE don’t start arguing, i can’t take any more hot air in this hell hole.” j!svng sticks his tongue out. chn rolls his eyes and tilts his head back, eyes fluttering closed as he attempts to “find his happy place” and hopefully at least mentally escape the heat for a moment.

j!svng almost bites his tongue at how fast it retracts into his mouth. the heat must be getting to his head, the way he can’t tear his eyes away from chn’s side profile. the way he can see the muscled side of his chest through the low dip of his cutout tank top.

a bead of sweat makes its way from his hairline down his face and over his jaw. it slides down his neck, disappearing into the neckline of his top, and j!svng gulps down a thick mouthful of saliva. suddenly the room feels several degrees hotter. chn peeks an eye open.

“you okay there, svng?” he says, casual concern evident in his voice.

“thirsty.” he replies too quickly. “really, really fucking thirsty.” he pulls the hem of his sweatshirt down to cover his half-hard cock where it presses against his shorts. definitely not taking that off now.

chn hums and closes his eyes again, chest rising and falling in obvious waves as the humidity makes it that much harder to breathe. “popsicles!” j!svng blurts out, bouncing up and into the kitchen. “i think we have popsicles in the freezer!” chngb!n perks up slightly.

“hell yeah grab me one!” j!svng grabs three ice pops from the freezer and scurries back to the couch, groaning as he settles back into the material. he chucks one at chngb!n’s head and sweetly hands the other one to chn. chngb!n splutters as it smacks him in the chest. “bitch!”

they all dig into their icy treats, already rapidly beginning to melt in the heat. chngb!n refuses to sit up to eat his, so the sugary water is dripping all over his cheeks. j!svng is once again mesmerized, unknowingly letting the ice pop drip over his hand.

“j!svng! please don’t get that on the sofa.” he startles and whips his head over to look at first chn and then his hand, cherry flavored juice dripping over his fingers and making them sticky.

“sorry, hyung.” he pouts when he notices it’s stained the cuff of his hoodie red.

he licks over his fingers and sucks them into his mouth, trying to get all the juice off. he gets lost in the sensation, swirling his tongue around his fingers. the heat has to have melted his brain, he feels like he’s never been so horny in his entire life.

his cock twitches in his shorts and he distractedly lets out a little whine. he hears an answering growl and looks over to see chn with his empty popsicle plastic crushed in his hand, eyes dark and focused. “svng!e, what do you think you’re doing?” the younger flushes.

he hastily removes his fingers from his mouth and sticks the ice pop, now mostly melted, into his mouth and sucks on it to avoid having to answer. chn, evidently, does not find this acceptable. “baby, its not nice to ignore your hyung when he asks you a question.”

j!svng shuffles nervously in his seat, unable to help the way he’s affected by chn’s tone. he reaches a sticky hand down to pull his sweatshirt over his lap again. “oh no bunny,” chn tosses his and svng’s wrappers on the table and pries j!svng’s hand away, “no hiding from hyung.”

“m sorry hyung,” j!svng shivers despite the heat and his cheeks go even pinker as he lets chn get an eyeful of his cock straining against his shorts. the older coos, reaching down to palm him. “noooo hyung its too hot,” he whines loudly, finally grabbing chngb!n’s attention.

“oh. did bunny get himself all worked up again?” j!svng hides his face in his hands, trying to pull up his knees to keep chngb!n from seeing. chn tsks and forces his legs back down, shuffling closer until he is very much in j!svng’s space.

he crowds the youngest up against the arm of the sofa and returns his hand between his legs. j!svng whimpers and hides his face in chn’s sweaty neck, hips bucking into his hand. “seems like bunny got a little caught up in the heat. poor thing.”

the fake sympathy in his tone makes j!svng shudder under his hands. “hyung please—“ he gasps out, choking on a moan as chn grinds his palm even harder against his hard cock. sweat is steadily dripping down the sides of both their faces and j!svng moves before he can stop himself.

he licks a stripe up chn’s neck, collecting the sweat on his tongue and greedily swallowing it down. it’s salty, does absolutely nothing to quench his thirst, and yet it’s so primally satisfying he can’t help but do it again. chn growls somewhere deep in his throat.

“ooh,” chngb!n intones, and when j!svng pulls back he can see how his pupils are blown wide and his underwear is starting to tent, “that’s a new sound.” he can’t bring himself to look at chn until the elder takes his chin in his fingers and forces his head sideways.

his thick lips are parted, jaw clenched, a glint of something dangerous in his dark eyes. “bunnies should know better than to play with the wolf.”