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Hyun gets a text message that says “I need to ask you for something but you have to swear on your life never to tell another living soul and especially not Muti-hyung.”

He texts back, “Um. Haru, are you in any kind of financial trouble?”

The reply comes much too slowly. No, it says. And you can’t laugh at me. Or ever bring it up again.

Hyun tries to be a good hyung, partially because but not solely due to the fact that Haru is the youngest and also far away from home, living and working alone in a new country as a brand new adult. That’s a lot of why he agrees to help.

There’s also the burning curiosity, but Hyun pretends that’s less of it than it really is.

What has got Haru so wound up?

When Hyun pushes open the door to Haru and Wumuti’s room half an hour later, he sees Haru standing nervously in the middle of it. He looks fine. Not missing any limbs or anything. Not bleeding from anywhere Hyun can see, not obviously in any kind of serious trouble.

“I’m here?” Hyun says, to which Haru hisses, “Oh my god, shut the door,” in heavily accented Korean. His accent gets thicker when he’s agitated. It’s cute.

Hyun’s eyebrows go ‘you’d better have a good explanation for this,’ but his hands close the door.

When Haru isn’t immediately forthcoming about a reason for the urgent text message, instead shifting around nervously from foot to foot, Hyun gently prompts. “Well?”

“I. Well— you see—”

It’s a fascinating number of false starts, almost like Haru is short circuiting. Hyun counts how many Korean filler words and vocal pauses Haru knows now and feels a little burst of pride.

“IgotsomethingstuckinsidemeandIcan’tgetitout,” comes out in one long rush.

Now it’s Hyun’s turn to stand there dumbly blinking. “You. What?”

“I— Inside me, there’s— It was a toy, and.”

Ohhhhh. Oh. Oh no. Oh no, Hyun knows what Haru means, and he’s wondering if he can renege on his vow of silence because Wumuti really would be better-suited to—

“Don’t you dare,” Haru hisses as though he can read Hyun’s mind.

“But I—”

“You promised.”

And that’s. Well. Hyun did promise. Crap.

He notices now that the way Haru is shifting uncomfortably from foot to foot might not be nerves—or, well. Not just nerves. He’s wearing a pair of loose grey sweatpants with nothing on underneath, and he hasn’t sat down this whole time.

Probably because he can’t.

This is above Hyun’s paygrade! This is not in his contract, not one of the things he gets paid for. Is probably the consequence of faulty sexual education in the Japanese school system, and that is not Hyun’s fault, no it is not!

But, well. Hyun tries to be a good hyung, and Haru is a good boy, and he. Well, he looks really uncomfortable.

And Hyun would be freaked the hell out if he was in Haru’s shoes, and this is not the kind of thing anyone wants to end up in the tabloids, Hyun with his years of media training knows that better than almost anyone except Wumuti, who would definitely painfully kill him if she knew Hyun was hiding something like this from her, ‘this’ being Haru with some kind of toy stuck up his…

“Okay,” Hyun says, calming Haru down because someone has to and the only person in this room has two thumbs and bleach-blonde hair and is Hyun, so. “Okay, okay, that’s alright. We’ll fix it. It’s not a big deal.”

Haru’s little fox eyes look up at him distrustfully because, yeah. I mean Hyun doesn’t really believe it either, but confidence is key. Hyun has never been in this position and doesn’t know the first thing about where to begin, so he just starts with the most logical.

He asks in a very gentle voice, “Can you show me?”

Haru fidgets with the hem of his shirt, clearly torn. Obviously Hyun is not going to be able to help if Haru still has his pants on, but Hyun figures the idea of taking off your clothes and bending over in front of your band member is obviously a lot.

“I’ll turn around,” Hyun says.

He’s not sure it’ll help, and he’s not going to rush Haru.

He waits for several long moments of silence, counting his own breath for something to do, until finally he hears the soft rustle and shush of a pair of sweatpants being lowered to the ground. Haru kicks them off his feet somewhere unimportant in the corner.

Several more long moments pass before he says, “Okay, you can turn around,” in a small voice.

Hyun turns around determined not to be weird about this. He is not going to make it weird.

Haru is naked from the waist down, with his oversized shirt hanging down over his crotch and long, skinny legs visible below. The sight of them so vulnerable and pale makes Hyun’s heart clench with sympathy.

“Why don’t you get on the bed?” Hyun says, because he thinks it’ll be kinder for everyone.

Haru nods once, sharp, and very gingerly arranges himself so he’s lying face down.

Hyun takes another deep breath and steels himself. “What kind of toy was it?” he asks.

If he’s going to have to… look, he’d better at least know what he’s looking for.

“It was a… fuck. Hyung, this is embarrassing.”

Hyun’s heart clenches again.

“No, it’s not.” Hyun drags his hand in smooth, aimless petting motions down Haru’s back, over his shirt, staying well away from where he’s uncovered below his waist. “It was just an accident—everybody has those. And you were doing something perfectly normal and healthy when it happened. So tell me? When you’re ready.”

He keeps dragging his fingers up and down Haru’s spine, petting him gently until he feels the tension start to bleed out of him.

Haru rubs his face harshly into the pillow and then turns his head to the side to speak. “It was a vibrator,” he says. “Um. Not very long. Maybe five inches. I lost my grip on it, and…” He bites his lip.

“That’s okay,” Hyun says again. “We’ll get it out, it’s fine.”

“Thank you,” Haru whispers.

He looks like he might cry, and ah. No, that’s going to make Hyun cry too, and that’s no good. He has a job to do, so he quickly turns away, busying himself with practicalities.

“Do you have lube?” Hyun asks.

Haru nods to the edge of the bed, where it had gotten kicked away and tangled in the covers. Hyun picks it up, trying not to think about what he’s going to do with it.

“Okay,” Hyun says, this time more for himself than for Haru. “Right. I’m going to—is it okay if I touch you, Haru-chan?”

“Yes,” Haru says, his face muffled into the pillow again.

Hyun doesn’t get stage fright much. But it’s a little hard for him, this time, to get over his nerves. But the only way out of anything is through. He tells himself that he will not hurt Haru as a balm against his anxiety of doing just that.

He uses one hand to gently push Haru’s cheeks apart, unable to not notice the way the touch makes Haru shudder.

And there is a part of Haru he never thought he’d see like this, the small pink pucker of his hole, secret and hidden away most of the time. Of course, Hyun can’t see anything from here. No sign at all that there’s anything stuck inside.

He clicks open the cap of the lube and drizzles some onto his fingers.

“Might feel cold,” he says, before he presses two fingers against Haru’s hole, not pushing in yet, just letting him get used to the feeling, spreading the slickness around.

That makes the muscles in Haru’s back jump, and he tenses.

“Easy,” Hyun murmurs, circling Haru’s hole with his fingers. Patiently, gently. He will take as much time as he needs until Haru relaxes.

Hyun may not have ever done lost toy retrieval for a member before, but he’s had partners and had this done to him. He might not be having sex with Haru, but Haru should at least be comfortable.

Slowly, little by little, Haru starts to relax again, and Hyun feels a little thrill of triumph at that.

“Take a deep breath for me,” Hyun says.

As soon as he feels Haru start to inhale, he gently pushes his index finger inside.

And it’s. A lot. Wow, it’s a lot for Haru to suddenly have one of his friend’s fingers inside him. He can’t help but tense up, even though Hyun’s finger is barely inside and he’s being so gentle and he’d stopped the instant Haru had started to get tense.

“Shh, you’re okay,” Hyun says, petting Haru’s spine some more.

He should feel embarrassed, Haru thinks, about how much Hyun’s big, steady hand on his back and his careful, even voice help him relax.

When Haru relaxes again, Hyun pushes his finger deeper inside. Haru makes a small noise, and Hyun says, “Sorry.”

It isn’t actually hard to get his finger inside. Haru is still pretty stretched from what he was doing to himself earlier, so once he gets over the strangeness of it, it’s actually pretty easy to push his index finger inside Haru to the knuckle.

Haru makes another noise, and Hyun reflexively apologizes again.

“Sorry, sorry, I can’t feel it yet. I need to feel around—”

He gently sweeps his finger back and forth. Haru tries to stay still, but the motion makes him squirm a little restlessly. And then Hyun brushes something with his finger that is definitely not a lost vibrator but does make Haru let out a surprisingly loud moan.

Hyun freezes. He doesn’t know if he should apologize for that, but there—he does feel it now, something hard and smooth, just outside of his reach. He doesn’t want to take a chance and end up accidentally pushing it deeper.

“Haru, I feel it, but I think I’m going to need another finger to pull it out.”

“Okay,” Haru says, muffled into the pillow.

Hyun pulls his finger out and adds more lube before thrusting two fingers back in. The moan Haru makes this time is louder and not fully muffled by the pillow, despite his best efforts.

This is starting to affect Hyun, too. His face feels hot, and his cock is hard. He ignores it, pushing it aside as a natural bodily reaction and trying to reach for that spot where he’d felt the toy earlier. He can just barely brush it with his fingertips if he pushes them as deep as they’ll go.

Haru whimpers when he does, his hips jerking minutely into the mattress. The sight makes Hyun’s cock throb.

“Sorry, I can just barely feel it—”

He pushes his fingers deeper, which makes Haru moan again, and the hooking motions Hyun is making to try to catch the tip of the vibrator in his grip aren’t helping.

When Haru lifts his face out of the pillow to tilt his head to the side in order to catch his breath, his face is red, and his bangs are plastered to his face with sweat. He looks so turned on.

“Hyung,” he moans.

Hyun swallows heavily.

He finally manages to catch the vibrator between two fingers. Not daring to move their position at all, he slowly starts dragging it down.

Hyun’s fingers plus the vibrator are obviously much bigger than Hyun’s fingers alone. Haru gets louder the closer Hyun gets to finally getting it free, and his hips start to squirm more—which is not a good idea, because Hyun really does not want to lose his grip on this thing, when his fingers are already slippery with lube.

He presses down hard on the small of Haru’s back and says, “Don’t move.”

“Hyun, fuck,” Haru chokes out. It turns out being held down by Hyun and told what to do really does it for him.

With a stretch that makes Haru whimper and swear, the lost vibrator finally comes out. Hyun holds it in his hand for a dazed moment. All this fuss over that.

But Haru is still laid out half-naked on the bed in front of him, his hole reddened and slightly gaping from what Hyun had just done to it, still slick with lube, and Haru is so turned on that he’s squirming.

“Hyung, fuck me,” he moans.

“Yes,” Hyun groans, letting the offending toy fall, forgotten, to the bedspread.

All the fire licking down his spine and coiling in his belly makes itself known all at once—all the things he couldn’t let himself know while he was doing a favor for a friend—that he wants Haru suddenly and fiercely.

They collide like a summer storm, electric and without warning.

Hyun slips his cock out of his pants and lines it up with Haru’s softened hole, pushing it in with one strong thrust that makes them both groan.

Haru was already close to the edge from Hyun patiently, carefully fingering him open, trying not to go insane for the last half hour.

“Fuck yes, fuck me,” he moans, grinding himself back onto Hyun’s cock as much as he can with Hyun’s body pressing him down into the mattress.

Hyun had never given much thought to what Haru must be like in bed, but if he had, he wouldn’t have thought he’d be like this. The sex is almost too good, like Hyun doesn’t know what hit him. One moment he was doing an awkward favor for a friend, the next he’s balls deep inside Haru who’s goading him on and throwing it back like he’s trying to see if Hyun’s cock can bruise his insides—and Hyun isn’t doing much better, fucking Haru hard enough that they should both be concerned about the bed frame.

He reaches down to lift up Haru’s hips and wrap a hand around his cock, but Haru shakes his sweaty head.

“Don’t need it,” he pants. “I can cum like this.”

“Holy shit,” Hyun moans. “I think you’re perfect.”

Haru starts to laugh, but only for a second before Hyun starts nailing his prostate that he’d found earlier. Then it’s just one long wail of pleasure and Haru’s nails raking into the bed sheets while Hyun doesn’t let up. He fucks Haru until Haru sees stars and cums swearing in two different languages.

They’re so sticky after, and Hyun collapses onto Haru in a tired huff.

“Too heavy, hyung,” Haru grunts.

Ugh. Unfortunate because Hyun’s limbs have turned to jelly.

He rolls them over on their sides, his softening cock still inside Haru, and wraps an arm around Haru’s skinny chest to pull him closer.

“Are you gonna fall asleep?” Haru asks.

“Uh-huh.” Hyun’s jaw cracks around a yawn. His eyelids are already sliding shut. “Payment for your medical bill—taking a nap with me.”

“Ugh, fine,” Haru huffs, but Hyun can hear the smile in his voice.