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Filming had just ended several minutes ago, the production crew now wrapping things up, and some of the members have changed into the outfits they wore arriving at the jjimjilbang earlier this morning.
But Jiahao didn’t change his clothing back yet. In fact, he was already quite comfortable in the sauna clothes, feeling fairly hot in them rather than his thick purple pants and designer hoodie.
“You’re not changing yet, Hao-hyung?” Sangwon passed by him, his neatly folded regular clothes hanging on his arm, walking to the changing rooms.
Jiahao gave him a small smile. “Later.”
“Hao-ge still has to get the heat off his skin before it gets worse,” Anxin supplied right behind him, already wearing his gray hoodie with a punky design on the front. He had a mochi in his hand. “Do you want me to come with you, Sangwon-hyung?”
Jiahao tilted his weight to one foot, his eyes flickering between Anxin’s confidently calm face, and Sangwon’s rather flushed one. Now, that was interesting.
“Y-You wanna come with me, Anxinie? But I’m going to change clothes.” Sangwon huffed out a rather flustered chuckle, the blush evident under his eyes.
Anxin plastered on a sweet smile. “Just asking, hyung. What if you get lost?”
Hearing that, Jiahao didn’t help the judgmental look on his face. He gave Anxin an unimpressed look. He knew that there was always a sort of weird thing going on between Anxin and Sangwon, ever since the survival show, but sometimes, it just got to the point that even the most normal things would turn a little weirder than supposed.
Anxin stared back at him.
Jiahao gave him a smile, laced with pointed judgment. What if you get lost? Really?
“Well, um…” Sangwon awkwardly cleared his throat, making Anxin turn his attention back to him. “Sure, Anxin-ah. Let’s go.”
That made Jiahao lift an eyebrow.
Anxin took a small bite of his mochi, flashed Jiahao a pissy little expression that clearly said see you later, before skipping over a little too brightly towards Sangwon, who was now walking away.
Jiahao shook his head, letting out a sigh. Those kids.
All of a sudden, fingers climbed over his shoulder, heavy and soft.
He craned his head slightly to be met with Leo’s smile—the leader’s facial features visually pleasant even up close. He smelled really good, too. Up close like this, with his minty breath hitting the back of Jiahao’s neck.
“Hao, do you want to cool off with me?” Leo’s voice was so good too, low and clear. His fingers tightened just a little more on the planes of Jiahao’s shoulder blades. “The staff said the place is still booked for another hour. And we’re not yet leaving until they wrap up.”
Up close like this, Jiahao just felt quite dizzy, so he withdrew from Leo’s closeness and turned fully to him, displaying a soft expression on his face. Hoping that the flush on his cheeks wasn’t visible.
His eyes flickered down—Leo still hadn’t changed from the sauna clothes. Him in soft fabric like this just made him look so… shaped up. He looked so good, his form, his broad shoulders, his strong arms–
“Cool… off?”
There were a bunch of Korean terms that Jiahao wasn’t familiar with yet, and that one just seemed to sound so simple yet meaningful, and he wasn’t sure if it was just because of how Leo said it, but there was clearly something else in there.
“Cool off,” Leo nodded, humming, a rather composed sparkle in his eyes. “I still feel a little hot. Don’t you?”
“Oh, yeah.”
Jiahao definitely still felt hot.
“There’s a nice cool room at the end of the hall. We can just… you know, hang out. In there for a while.”
There was something quite electrifying about that, making Jiahao’s insides run even hotter, but he tried to appear normal. So he nodded. It was just to cool off.
Just to cool off. He needed that, yeah.
“Okay.”
Leo scanned his face, his own soft, then dropped his eyes down, panning to Jiahao’s shoulder line. “And I can massage you too. Your shoulders are a bit stiff.”
“Oh,” Jiahao huffed out a shy laugh. “Sanghyeon wasn’t very good at massaging.”
Leo mirrored his laugh, definitely agreeing. The maknae earlier was quite clumsy, as if he was unsure how to handle Jiahao at all. It was cute, but Sanghyeon was quite shy in following directions. There were hardly any knots even touched.
Jiahao supposed it was quite fair, however. Given how he and Sanghyeon had barely spoken, more or less, touched over the course of time they had known each other.
Still didn’t make the massage anything less than how it sucked though.
“I’m good at it.”
Jiahao blinked at him.
“What?”
“I’m good at giving massages.”
Jiahao stared, before an amused smile crept up his lips.
Was this the same man who was making Anxin scream and shriek a lot in pain earlier because he was sculpting and digging into Anxin’s bones so unbelievably hard and ungracefully, too?
The look on Leo’s face was confident though. Handsome and just confident. Jiahao wanted to wipe it off his face with a bruising kiss.
God, he was so funny.
“Are you sure?” Jiahao teasingly asked, crossing his arms.
“Really, I’m so good at that, you can find out for yourself.”
Jiahao’s eyes flickered playfully. “I have softer bones than you think.”
“I know,” Leo held his hands up in the air. “These hands are also safer than you think.”
Jiahao laughed for a moment before shaking his head fondly, “Lead the way.”
Leo’s smile warmed, a silent invitation that hummed in the space between them.
Then the leader turned, the soft beige fabric of his sauna clothes clinging just enough to hint at the sculpted strength beneath, and began to walk, his steps quiet on the polished floor.
Jiahao followed, a strange lightness in his chest, his gaze lingering on the broad curve of Leo’s back, the subtle sway of his hips.
The minty scent that clung to Leo seemed to intensify with every step, drawing Jiahao in, making him feel a little breathless.
The walk to the cool room was a short, silent journey that seemed to stretch for miles.
Jiahao was hyper-aware of Leo’s presence being a solid, warm force field that both comforted and unnerved him. It felt like a reckoning in his brain.
The muffled sounds of their members and the film crew from the main sauna area faded, replaced by the quiet hum of air conditioning and the soft slap of their slippers on the tiled floor.
True to Leo’s word, a single, promising door stood at the very end.
Leo reached around him to push it open, his arm brushing against Jiahao’s back, and a fresh, chilled breeze washed over them.
Inside was noticeably cooler, a welcome contrast to the residual heat in Jiahao’s skin. The space was simple, minimalistic, with a plain elevated floor taking up most of one side, covered in wide, woven mats.
It looked like a tranquil retreat, designed for quiet contemplation or, perhaps, a very private conversation.
And the difference shined—the air was dry and cool, a stark, relieving contrast to the humid heat they had just left.
“See?” Leo’s voice was a low murmur, respectful of the room’s silence. “It’s cool in here, right?”
Jiahao could only nod, his earlier dizziness replaced by a thrumming anticipation.
Leo stepped onto the platform and sat down cross-legged with an easy grace, patting the space on the floor directly in front of him. “Come here. Sit.”
Jiahao obeyed, settling himself between Leo’s outstretched legs, his back to him. He felt exposed, vulnerable in a way that was entirely new.
The cool air raised goosebumps on his skin, a sensation that was immediately countered by the first touch of Leo’s hands.
They were warm and dry as they settled on his shoulders, heavy and soft just like the initial touch he had on Jiahao earlier.
“Just relax, Hao,” Leo instructed, his voice a gentle command. “You’re all tensed up.”
“It’s the heat.” Jiahao sucked in a sharp breath. The heat was supposedly gone around them, but something still clawed from the inside.
Something hot and just slightly tight.
“I’ll make it go away,” Leo chuckled. “But relax for me just a little bit, okay?”
Well, he be damned.
Why did Leo have to say it like that?
Jiahao felt warmth rise up to his cheeks, but then nodded, trying to force himself into a calmer, less worked up state—something that came only after a few seconds of adjusting in place.
Leo behind him just made it feel more difficult to relax.
“Can I start now?”
Jiahao’s heart raced. “I still need my bones all intact so I can dance, Leo.”
Leo huffed an affectionate-sounding laugh, it almost sent butterflies to Jiahao’s stomach. Almost.
“Just trust me. I’ll be careful.”
Hearing that, Jiahao slowly nodded.
At first, Leo’s touch was indeed careful, almost clinical. His thumbs pressed in slow, deliberate circles along the slope of Jiahao’s shoulders, kneading the tired muscles there.
Jiahao let out a slow breath he hadn’t realized he’d been holding, his eyelids fluttering shut. He could feel the residual heat from the sauna seeping out of him, soothed by the skillful pressure and the cool air.
Leo was, surprisingly, very good. His hands were firm and knowing, finding knots Jiahao didn’t know he had.
“See?” Leo murmured, a hint of a smile in his voice. “I know what to do with my hands.”
That was added to Jiahao’s the hottest things a man can say list.
“You’re good,” He breathed out, a little shaky laugh accompanying. “Then why did— you were rough on Anxin…”
Leo hummed, low in his throat. “Anxin was just being a little brat. I wanted to make him suffer a bit.”
Jiahao hummed in agreement, too boneless to form words. Anxin was indeed a brat 24/7, and he did deserve to be on the receiving end of some less gentler pressure at least a few times every now and then.
“But everyone’s going to think I suck at it.”
Jiahao agreed with that too. “The fans… they will think you’re just… clumsy again.”
“Clumsy?”
“You know…” Jiahao felt the pressure again, it was soft and just a little push to the knots. “When you do something that makes you cute.”
“Cute?”
Jiahao hummed.
“And you think I’m cute?”
“Clumsy,” There was no way Jiahao was going to humor him so easily, even with how smooth it was going for him. “I thought you really sucked at using your hands… like this…”
Leo gave him a soft hum.
“You’re the only one who can experience it first hand.”
Jiahao melted under the words, the implication, the attention, his head lolling forward. This was nice. This was—
Then Leo’s thumbs found a specific spot at the top of his spine, right where the tension gathered from hours of maintaining a perfect idol posture. He pressed down, a deep, perfect pressure that unspooled something electric and utterly unexpected in Jiahao’s core.
A sharp, punched-out moan escaped his lips before he could stop it. His back arched instinctively, pressing himself more firmly into Leo’s hands.
The sound hung in the cool, quiet air, shockingly intimate.
Behind him, Leo went completely still for a fraction of a second.
Jiahao heard a sharp, quiet intake of breath, and then a low, strained sound that was almost a growl. He bit his lip, Jiahao thought, his own cheeks flaming.
Embarrassment warred with a desperate need for that pressure again.
“S-Sorry,” Jiahao stammered, his voice shy and soft. “It’s just… that spot. You can… you can go harder there. It’s okay.”
Leo’s hands resumed their motion, the pressure more deliberate now. “Here?” he asked, his voice several shades deeper, raspy around the edges.
“Mmm. Yes.”
Leo complied, his thumbs digging into the muscle with more purpose. It was a delicious, almost painful ache that bloomed into pure relief.
Another soft, involuntary sound escaped Jiahao, this one a long, low sigh.
“Good?” Leo’s voice was right by his ear, a low vibration that skittered down Jiahao’s spine.
“So good,” Jiahao breathed out, his own words sounding foreign and wanton to his ears. “A little… a little harder, Leo. Please.”
“… harder?”
“Yes— just—” Jiahao cut himself off with a sharp intake of breath.
“How hard?”
“Harder,” Jiahao leaned back against the touch. “Just. Harder. Please.”
A shiver went through the body behind him.
“You’re going to be the death of me, Hao,” Leo muttered, but his hands obeyed, shifting from skilled, therapeutic presses to something more possessive, more fervent.
The leader continued to work the muscles along Jiahao’s spine, his strong fingers kneading and sculpting, each movement wringing another soft, breathy sound from Jiahao’s lips.
Jiahao couldn’t help but bring the back of his hands to his mouth, trying to contain the sounds.
This was getting embarrassing.
Why was Leo just so… good?
“You take it so well,” Leo praised, his voice a rough, hypnotic murmur. “You don’t have to be quiet. You know no one can hear us here.”
The words, simple and innocent on the surface, were layered with a meaning that made Jiahao’s head spin.
No one could hear them there. No one could—
The room no longer felt cool; it felt steamy, charged with a heat that had nothing to do with humidity and everything to do with the man whose hands were mapping his skin.
Jiahao’s world narrowed to the points of contact: the press of Leo’s thighs against his hips, the heat of his chest occasionally brushing his back, and those incredible, knowing hands.
Leo’s hands.
Leo’s hands on him.
Leo’s thumbs abruptly dug into a specific, wicked spot just below the prominent bone of Jiahao's left shoulder blade—a deep, ancient knot of tension.
The pressure was intense, bordering on pain, yet it was exactly what the muscles needed.
Jiahao’s breath hitched. A small, involuntary sound—a soft, high ah—escaped him again. He arched his back slightly, pressing into his hands, trying to absorb the sudden, sharp pleasure of the contact.
Leo inhaled slowly.
“You’re tense here too,” Leo noted, the hum in his voice deepening. “Is this too much?”
Jiahao shook his head quickly, flushing again. The cool room was failing its job; he felt a sudden, internal surge of heat that had nothing to do with the sauna.
“No, it’s… good. Just surprised me.” He swallowed, realizing how breathless he sounded. He lifted his gaze to the dim ceiling, then dropped his voice to a near-whisper. “You can go harder. Right there. It feels—”
Leo didn’t answer with words immediately. Instead, he simply increased the pressure, slowly, carefully, grinding his thumb into the dense muscle. The pressure was excruciating and deeply satisfying all at once.
Jiahao’s vision blurred a moment, and he squeezed his hands into fists.
Leo’s fingers were so skilled.
“Is this too hard for you?” And his voice—that will never fail to make Jiahao’s head spin. Over and over.
“N-No,” Jiahao panted. Leo was just driving him insane. “I like the… your hands… they’re strong.”
“My hands?” Leo continued to knead him, stronger, sharper. It was doing something. “They know how to loosen some… knots inside.”
He whimpered, a soft sound of surrendered pleasure, leaning his weight back a little more. “I-I… I like it.”
“Good,” Leo praised, the word simple, yet carrying an electric current of encouragement.
Jiahao knew he shouldn't moan again, but the sensation of Leo’s strong hands carving into his back made speech difficult.
“Leo, you can— I like it strong. Harder,” Jiahao urged again, the word coming out softer than he intended, but utterly demanding. “Please.”
This time, Leo didn’t wait. His fingers shifted, switching from localized pressure to a broad, powerful sculpting motion, running his large hands down the length of Jiahao’s spine and then gripping and squeezing the muscle on either side.
Jiahao’s whole body trembled, and he couldn’t help the sound that tore from his throat—clearer and louder than the first.
Leo’s hands moved with practiced expertise, finding every point of resistance, dominating the stiffness right out of Jiahao’s body.
Every nerve ending seemed to be registering only the movement of Leo’s hands—the texture of his skin, the warmth of his palms, the strength in his forearms.
He gasped sharply when Leo started tracing the line of his ribs with his thumbs, pressing outward.
“You tell me when it’s too much,” Leo instructed, though his tone suggested he expected the opposite.
“It’s not,” Jiahao managed to pant out, his shoulders twitching as Leo moved higher. “Go… more.”
More was exactly what Leo did next.
Jiahao felt hot.
He was a complete mess, a pliant and vocal mess, entirely at Leo’s mercy, urged on by his raspy encouragements.
He was so lost in the sensation that when Leo’s hands finally stilled, he slumped backward without thought, his back coming to rest fully against Leo’s solid chest, his head falling against the crook of Leo’s neck.
He was boneless, breathless, his skin humming.
It felt like he had just came in his pants. Emphasis on felt.
He felt the rumble of Leo’s quiet laugh against his back. Leo’s arms came up loosely around his waist, not trapping him, just holding him.
“This is supposed to be a cooling room,” Leo joked, his voice soft and laced with a warmth that had nothing to do with temperature.
Jiahao could only manage a breathless, giddy laugh in response, tipping his head back to rest on Leo’s shoulder.
He was so sweaty— they were so sweaty.
It was like heat wrapped them both in a huge towel and made them feed on it.
“I also thought you just invited me to cool off.”
He was certainly not cooled off.
He was burning up.
And from the way Leo’s heart was hammering against his back…
He knew he wasn’t the only one.