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minho glanced out the window curiously as they approached their destination.
it was nearing the end of a long day of filming. they’d all gone on a trip to a quaint little seaside town, filming for some sort of reality show. this was their final stop of the day. they were filming in this big house, most likely a rental, and probably where they were going to spend the night.
when they arrived, cameras were already filming. they were capturing shots of the members coming out of the vans and looking at the house. minho was stuck with a cast around his lower arm, an irritating flare-up of an old dance injury after a bad fall on his wrist. a “stress fracture”, the doctor had said, pointing to a tiny black line on his x-ray.
when he’d told them, the members only heard the word “fracture” and freaked out. no matter how many times minho explained how small the fracture was, they insisted on taking care of him. “just don’t baby me on camera,” he’d told them, and they’d agreed.
at least, they pretended to agree. jisung tried dramatically to help him out of the car, but minho waved the help away. his arm was injured; that didn’t mean he couldn’t step out of a car.
the drive was just under an hour from the restaurant they’d visited earlier. he hadn’t gone to the bathroom after dinner with all the other members, since he figured it would be too awkward. with his arm in a cast, he needed a bit of help undoing his pants. normally he’d be able to manage with one hand, but the stylist today had insisted on putting him in a belt that was too frustrating to undo with one hand. it was just easier to have someone help him when he wasn’t in a public restroom.
it wasn’t supposed to be a big deal, since he thought they’d get a break before filming at the next location. oh well, he'd be fine. it was uncomfortable but not enough that he couldn’t marvel exaggeratedly at this house.
once they walked in, the members went around and looked at all the rooms in amazement, giving good reactions as it seemed like cameras were everywhere. minho joined in on the ‘ooh’s and ‘aah’s, but really he was covertly scoping the place out for bathrooms. there was one on the main floor, but irritatingly a filming crew was stationed inside, pointing a camera out at the living room that it faced. he wouldn’t be able to use that, not until they took a break. and maybe not even then, because they might not be willing to move their entire camera setup for a short break.
well, if there was a crew stationed in the first-floor bathroom, surely there’d be one upstairs for them to use. except, as they’d entered, they were told not to go upstairs just yet.
once they had enough footage of the members reacting to the rooms on the first floor, they gathered them at the base of the stairs and told them to check out the top floor.
he tried to quickly scan the surroundings for a bathroom, but all the doors were closed except one. the door to the first bedroom was open, an envelope lying on the bed. seungmin picked up the envelope, turning it over and opening it up. “welcome to skz-mansion, it’s time for your individual missions! each member will take turns coming upstairs and choosing their mission, then everyone will complete their missions on the main floor. those who successfully complete their missions will get a prize, while those who fail will get a punishment.”
“can i go first?” minho asked quickly. if he could get his mission and then go to the bathroom directly after, he wouldn’t lose out on screentime and wouldn’t interrupt the shoot.
“no,” a staff spoke up, “you’ll be playing a game to determine the order.”
okay, so i just have to win this game.
“you’ll all pick a number from this box,” the staff continued, and he groaned internally. this? a game of chance? couldn’t they just give him a chance to relieve his poor bladder? but he couldn’t argue, taking a slip of paper from the box as they passed it around.
his number was a six. he’d get his task third-last, a terrible position. that meant he couldn’t go to the bathroom after getting his task, as they’d already be filming by then. the staff said the filming of the task would last forty minutes, and directly after they’d reveal the winners and the losers. he hissed quietly in frustration as he waited on the couch at the base of the stairs, rubbing the tops of his thighs in an attempt to ease the sensation in his bladder.
when it was finally his turn, he climbed the stairs to meet the staff members in the bedroom at the top. impatience affected his movements, he moved hastily. quickly, he grabbed one of the cue cards lying on the desk. he turned it over. “finish the whole… soft drink bottle,” he gritted his teeth, curling his toes in his socked feet.
a staff handed him a bottle of milkis– not the small canned variety, either, but one of the bigger plastic bottles. he frowned at it, hating the task already. his bladder was full enough as it was, he didn’t need to add anything to it. as if trying to remind him, he felt a sudden twinge in his abdomen and stiffened, bending forward as subtly as he could.
“this whole thing?” he asked, his heart sinking.
“yep.” the staff replied. “to pass the mission you must drink the whole thing. you fail if anyone else drinks it, or if you spill any.”
minho sighed. “ah, isn’t this too difficult?” he was already aching for relief, he didn’t need to make it worse for himself. couldn’t he choose another task?
the staff smiled at him. “i think this is one of the easier tasks, actually.”
“okay.” he convinced himself, trying to ignore the burning weight in his bladder. “this is possible.”
he tucked the bottle casually in the crook of his arm, heading downstairs to see all his members waiting on the couch at the bottom of the stairs. they stood up from the couch, ready to intercept him even though he wasn’t planning on doing anything.
“hyung, what’s your mission?” changbin called eagerly as minho descended the stairs.
“it’s impossible,” he replied, shrugging nonchalantly. “i don’t think i’ll be able to do it.”
“oh really?” jeongin mused, a smirk playing over his features.
“i see that bottle in your hands,” felix looked excited. “it’s for your mission, isn’t it?”
“that’s a tough one.” minho shrugged. “before you all jump at me, i just have to go to the bathroom quickly.”
“don’t let him!” jisung burst out enthusiastically. “the bottle is definitely a fake. his mission must have something to do with the bathroom.”
“oh come on,” minho frowned. he glanced at the staff in hopes they’d come to his rescue, but they stayed silent as always. “i’ll literally just be a few moments.” otherwise i might piss myself, he wanted to add, but they were being filmed and he’d rather not risk saying the wrong thing.
“absolutely not.” seungmin had an irritatingly huge grin on his face. “hyung, you’re so obvious, your mission is totally related to the bathroom.”
minho groaned quietly, squishing into the empty spot in the middle of the couch. the seventh to choose, hyunjin, took that as his cue to get his mission. luckily, the members didn’t pay too much attention to minho. apparently they were still trying to hound changbin about his mission.
at least nobody was watching him, he thought as he crossed his legs as casually as possible. his bladder was making every attempt to be known, sending powerful urges for him to relieve himself already. minho bit back his scowl, settling for a slight furrowing of his eyebrows.
finally, the last person (jeongin) returned from claiming his mission, and the members were allowed to stray from their positions on the couch. a cloud of suspicion rose around the members, and none of them dared move.
a sudden pang hit minho’s bladder, and he dug his fingernails into the couch cushion, trying not to squirm. at this point, he cared more about getting to a bathroom than completing his mission.
eventually, some of the members decided they should all get up from the couch, just in case it was someone’s mission to stay on the couch for the whole duration of the mission. minho figured it was someone else’s clever way of completing their own mission, but he was too focused on the pressure in his midsection to worry about anything else.
as everyone dispersed around the rooms, the dancer made his way to the kitchen, breathing slightly laboured with the effort of keeping himself together. he sat on the edge of one of the stools at the counter, holding his drink in the bend of his injured arm.
the upstairs rooms were still off-limits for the duration of this mission, since they didn’t have enough cameras to film that floor. but the staff had mercifully allowed them to use the upstairs bathroom, explaining it was the second door from the top of the stairs.
he debated briefly over whether he should drink his milkis first, or head to the bathroom. it’d be undoubtedly suspicious if he took his drink with him, but it could be risky to just leave it unattended. another member could easily hide it or drink it, rendering his mission useless.
his bladder made the decision for him, sending another urge so strong that he gripped the thick material of his jeans around his outer thigh, desperately willing the urge away. he had to go so badly he didn’t think he could focus on his mission anymore.
the moment the urge had lightened enough for minho to collect himself, he tucked his milkis in a nearby kitchen cabinet and sped-walked towards the stairs. his bladder was practically pulsing by now. he tried to stop himself from running, seeing as the cameras would probably pick up on that and try to film him even more closely.
relief was just up one flight of stairs and two doors down. except once he’d reached the room with the staircase–
“hey, where do you think you’re going so quickly?” felix popped up in front of him, blocking his path. a cheerful grin broke out on his face. “is this your mission?”
“no, yongbok-ah,” he exhaled shakily, trying not to pace desperately in his spot. “i just have to go to the bathroom, is all.”
“he said that before!” jisung chirped, coming out of nowhere to help his birthday twin. “now we know it’s definitely his mission. okay, everyone, stop lino-hyung from going to the bathroom at all costs!” he called out to the members, a triumphant smirk casting over his features.
“han jisung,” minho tried to keep a desperate whine from entering his words, “hyung just needs to go to the bathroom. it’s not related to my mission.”
“uh-uh-uh, don’t try any tricks.” seungmin called out from where he was lying on the couch.
“yeah, hyung,” jeongin giggled, “go back and sit in the kitchen like you were before.”
“oh, you all are terrible,” minho sighed as he relented, returning to his seat in the kitchen. he really had to go by now, his legs bouncing up and down in a desperate protest. he didn’t exactly want the world seeing him fight or beg his members for a bathroom. especially when the viewers would all know his mission was totally unrelated.
what could he do if they tried to resist him all the way to the bathroom? they’d probably go so far as to try to follow him into the bathroom and figure out his supposed mission. in the dorm, they walked in on each other in the bathroom all the time, but minho couldn’t allow that if they were going to be filming. he also didn’t stand much chance in a physical fight, even if it was playful. although his arm injury was relatively minor, he couldn’t deny the waves of pain whenever he accidentally tried to twist it or put pressure on it.
i just have to pee! do you want to see me go right here, in this potted plant? he wanted to shout in frustration, but this was a television show and stray kids had a reputation to uphold. the company uploading this series wasn’t under jyp; therefore, they probably cared more about entertainment than upholding the artists’ reputation. so if minho was careless enough, they’d probably make it a whole funny storyline that his members were blocking him from using the bathroom that he was just trying to use in an honest, non-mission-related way.
minho was running out of options at this point. he couldn’t try fighting his members all the way to the bathroom, so he had to figure out another option. make a fake mission to distract them, maybe. but he had to go so badly, he didn’t think he’d be able to handle himself for a whole skit at this point.
he thought about the milkis bottle that he’d tucked into a corner, a thought suddenly lighting up in his head. it was so stupid that it might work. and minho was desperate enough to resort to stupidity at this point.
he strode into the main room, sitting down on the couch and tilting the milkis bottle to his lips.
and then he guzzled it.
the familiar liquid was cold and fizzy down his throat. minho drank gulp after gulp until it was completely gone, barely a drop left in the bottle. he twisted the cap back onto the bottle with his good hand, feeling the creamy aftertaste coating his tongue.
the urge took hold of his bladder again, and he quickly pressed his thighs together, trying not to betray his distress. he didn’t think the drink would pass through him so quickly, or maybe because it was his bladder was full to begin with. but the pressure in his bladder was coming to a point where he wasn’t sure he'd be able to hold it for the rest of the shoot.
time for the next part of his plan.
he stood up, casually making his way towards the stairs to see if anyone would block him. if they didn’t, he could just get through this without any conflict.
except as soon as the members saw him heading in his direction, four people immediately formed a human blockage in front of him. felix and jisung were right in front of him, while jeongin and hyunjin took up places further back, so he couldn’t run around them if he wanted to.
“okay, look,” he told them, “i just drank this whole soda. this was my mission. please let me go. the bathroom is not related to anything, i swear.”
“yeah, but why would you do something so stupid if your mission wasn’t related to the bathroom?” changbin asked him.
good question. minho couldn’t get away with this, apparently. maybe his plan was a bit too stupid to work. he groaned, tapping his foot impatiently on the ground.
he was so frustrated but he couldn’t lose it now because that would most definitely be a clip picked to air in the final video. he was an idol, he couldn’t be seen making a whole fit because he couldn’t use the bathroom.
so he sat on the couch, crossing his legs as tightly as humanely possible. belatedly, he grabbed a blanket and tossed it over his entire body, allowing him to hold himself underneath. even with an iron grip on his dick, he still felt worried he’d lose it soon.
“hyung, what are you doing?” changbin asked, flopping down on the other end of the couch. minho winced slightly as it bounced his cushion, moving his bladder.
“mm, finished my mission.” he explained, trying to sound unbothered. “i’m just going to sleep until the filming is over.” his breathing was heavy and exerted from the sheer effort of holding it in, but he tried to quiet his breaths.
“ah, hyung,” the rapper whined. “that’s so boring. shouldn’t you think about your screentime?”
minho shrugged. “i’ll be fine. i completed my mission, that’s all that matters anyways.”
“alright then, you do you, hyung.” changbin shrugged, going around to nag someone else.
honestly, it didn’t seem like that bad of an idea to take a nap. nobody would bother him and he could sneak in a little rest, for once. he didn’t know if the immense tension in his bladder would let him relax enough to sleep, but it would be better than this.
he barely closed his eyes before an urge swept over him, and he tried not to jolt in his panic, squeezing himself even harder under the blanket. okay, so sleep was not an option.
he’d tucked the empty milkis bottle beside him, and he had half the mind to twist the cap off and just relieve himself inside. nobody would see him under the blanket.
the logical part of his brain reminded him that it was a terrible idea. someone could easily take his blanket away and leave him exposed in front of the cameras. he could make a mess on this rental couch and get in trouble. plus, if the milkis bottle randomly became full out of nowhere, there were only so many options for where that liquid must have come from. and the logistics wouldn’t work out– his hand in the cast didn’t move enough to be able to hold the bottle steady.
“okay! everyone!” a staff member called out. “the missions are over, everyone meet in the side room to see who succeeded and who failed.”
“ah, wonderful.” minho grabbed his empty bottle from where he’d tucked it under his blanket and headed to the room where they were apparently announcing the results. apparently this mansion was big enough that it had… some sort of spare room? it was decorated nicely, like a traditional room, with off-white wallpaper and wooden frames. he’d appreciate it more if he wasn’t as desperate to relieve himself.
for some masochistic reason, the members all had to sit on the floor, eight pillows arranged in a semicircle on a fluffy carpet. they sat facing a wall of cameras.
the dancer considered asking if he could have a quick bathroom break before they filmed this segment, except apparently they hadn’t stopped filming. cameras were still pointed at the members coming in and gathering in the room, the red light on to indicate they were still recording. it’d be awkward and frankly unprofessional to interrupt filming like this.
he considered it for a moment and figured that he could be unprofessional for once. his heart was practically pounding from the sheer stress of containing the liquid inside him. as he was about to turn to the producers and ask for a quick break, one of the staff snapped at him.
“hey! go sit down, we have only so much time of filming left before the camera crew have to leave. we don’t have a single second to waste.”
alright, so maybe this was not the time to interrupt filming. surely this wouldn’t take too long, anyways.
minho winced gingerly as he sat down, the fullness of his bladder extremely apparent to him. he already missed sitting on the couch, or even his kitchen chair. at least when he was sitting on a chair he could cross his legs or press them together. here, he was forced to sit with his thighs apart. he clenched them relentlessly, squeezing the thigh that wasn’t facing the camera with an iron grip.
he had to go so badly that he couldn’t stop himself from slightly rocking back and forth in front of the camera, afraid he was going to lose it more than once.
“minho-hyung must have failed his mission~” changbin teased. “he never moves around this much. he must be nervous about the punishment.”
minho shot a piercing glare at him, although on the inside he died a little. now he had to stop his fidgeting. he switched his position to kneeling, at least it would allow him to press his thighs together subtly. the urge was overwhelming at this point, he was doing everything in his power to just keep himself together.
they took turns going around the circle and announcing their missions. minho had chosen the second-last seat in the circle, the only person after him being hyunjin. he waited impatiently for the members to explain their missions, trying to participate in the group cheers and laughs as naturally as he could. but his patience was wearing thin, and every time a member started on an elaborate story or tried playing up the theatrics, minho internally wanted to scream.
he knew they had to do all this, it was showmanship for the cameras, but he wanted nothing more than to stop the recording and make a beeline for the nearest bathroom. with his good hand, he fingered at his belt, trying to loosen the hinge from where it buckled.
when they finally came to announcing his mission, he simply held up the empty bottle with a flourish. “there we go, my mission was just to drink this whole bottle of soda. clearly i succeeded.” he waved a hand, prompting hyunjin to just go and relieve him from his misery. but his members refused to move on so quickly.
“that much? you’re not going to be able to eat your late-night snack,” seungmin observed, and it was probably a thoughtful observation or even a caring one, but minho fixed a glare on the younger.
at last, it was hyunjin’s turn, sitting right beside him. minho wasn’t even paying attention at that point, solely focused on keeping his bladder muscles tight. he knew he was fighting a losing battle at this point. all he needed to do was hold on for a bit longer, until they stopped filming, and then he’d forget his composure and take off at full sprint for the bathroom. the members might tease him afterwards, but it was their own fault for keeping him away for so long.
in an attempt to dramatically produce the three socks that he’d somehow managed to steal right off the feet of the other members, hyunjin accidentally elbowed minho in the side, the surprise causing minho to leak into his underwear.
he froze at the feeling of a few dribbles soaking the fabric, eyes widening in panic.
hyunjin seemed to think he was angry. “hyung? i’m sorry, hyung, did i hit your injury? i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to do that–”
minho was barely listening, because once the first spurt was released, it was impossibly harder to hold on. his bladder began failingly attempting to stop the flow.
oh god, there was another spurt. and another, longer than the previous one. he was going to wet himself.
minho scrambled to his feet, prepared to make a dash to the nearest bathroom. but hyunjin must have taken it as a sign that minho was seriously angry with him, grabbing minho’s good arm to try to stop him from whatever he was about to do.
“let go of me, hwang hyunjin.” he tried to keep his voice steady, but it trembled near the end in sheer desperation. his ears were already flushed red and he thought he might even start crying. and he never cried!
“no, hyung,” hyunjin whined, tugging on him tighter. “you’re scary when you’re like this.”
and then minho’s bladder gave in.
he wished he hadn’t been looking at the members, the shocked face of seungmin and the confused face of i.n. would be etched permanently in his memories.
a soft hissing sound emerged before the wet patch spread across his dark blue jeans. hyunjin’s hands darted away from his arm, as if he’d been burned.
standing there frozen, with his seven members, two managers, and twelve staff members watching, minho was wetting himself. he tried a few times to stop the flow, but it kept coming. his bladder muscles were too tired to hold on any longer.
he heard the lead producer call out a “cut!” telling the cameras and microphones to stop recording.
he couldn’t help the tears that streaked silently down his face, too humiliated at this point to do anything else.
it went on for at least a minute or two until he was finally finished, but it felt like an hour. he blinked as he tried to process everything, stray tears dotting his cheeks.
a shocked silence had enveloped the room. minho hated it. everyone else was frozen as well, most of the members averting their eyes from minho and his shameful puddle.
“oh,” hyunjin finally said, gingerly inching away from the wet patch on the carpet. “i’m so sorry, hyung.”
chan was getting to his feet already, somehow completely unfazed by the dancer’s accident. “alright. lino, let’s go get you cleaned up. we’re allowed to use the showers upstairs, right?”
minho felt a sudden surge of gratefulness and pity for his only hyung in the group. in any other embarrassing situation, he’d give the members a snippy warning not to say anything, but now he felt too defeated to address them all.
“yes.” the lead producer looked a little lost.
luckily, chan took action. “someone get towels. we’ll dry him off and… lino, you’ll probably have to take your socks off. i’ll get you into a quick shower upstairs. the stylist brought extra clothes, yes?”
“yep,” the stylist confirmed. “i’ll get a new outfit ready.”
the producer thought for a moment. “you know what? we can find a way to edit this scene so it works without hyunjin’s mission announcement. we’ll just prepare for the next scene and break until you’re ready. meanwhile, our set dressers will clean the floor. everyone who’s not needed here, wait in the rooms across the hall while we get everything sorted.”
the camera operators were carrying their technology into the side room dedicated for staff, and the members were getting to their feet to leave the room.
“sorry, hyung.” felix lingered behind, looking genuinely remorseful. “i really did think you were talking about the bathroom just for the mission, but–”
“felix, don’t worry about it.” chan spoke for minho. “let’s just focus on getting everyone ready for the next scene. you can talk afterwards.”
chan was so gentle, having minho step onto a towel after taking off his socks, and then patting down his legs. “it’s just so we don’t make a mess getting upstairs.” the leader explained quietly. it was sweet how he didn’t make a big deal of it, even though minho’s face was burning with embarrassment.
his hyung led him up the stairs with a gentle hand on his back. “you should have just explained yourself. if the members knew you were in pain, they would have let you go.”
minho raised a doubtful eyebrow, opting to remain silent and let chan reflect on his own words.
“okay, fine,” chan chuckled lightly, “the members can be a bit clueless sometimes. and i guess this filming situation was a bit rushed. maybe we’ll have to do another group talk, when this shoot is over, figure out safewords or something for when we’re filming.”
“safewords?” minho snorted. “you can’t come up with a better word for it?”
“you know what i mean,” chan held the bathroom door open and minho walked in, frowning at the toilet he hadn’t been able to use.
“yeah,” minho relented. “it would have been useful.”
“alright, you should be fine on your own– oh,” chan’s eyes trailed to the cast on minho’s wrist. “do you need help?”
minho hesitated. honestly, he wasn’t sure if he could do this with his good arm, but he didn’t want to rope the leader into doing something uncomfortable.
“you know what, i’ll just help you.” chan decided for the both of them. “don’t have anything better to do.”
“i’m sorry.” minho closed his eyes in embarrassment as chan worked the leather belt open. it was so close to the wet spot, wouldn’t their leader be disgusted?
the leader pulled the belt free from his waist, and before minho could protest, chan was already unbuttoning the jeans and unzipping him.
that, for sure, had to be wet. and chan just touched it with no doubt.
an involuntary squeak left minho’s lips, surprised that the leader had just gone for it. yeah, he appreciated the help, but he thought chan might be a little more repulsed.
“ah, sorry.” chan raised his hands, backing off slightly. “too much?”
“no, it’s– thank you,” the younger frowned. “i just thought you’d be more grossed out by this, you know.”
“oh, please, it’s nothing.” chan hooked his thumbs around the waistband of the jeans and began to ease the pants down. in any other situation this might be uncomfortable, but since his members were already insisting on helping him with everything, they were now taking the role of dressing him as well. they’d all seen each other in various states of undress throughout the dorm, so it wasn’t odd.
undressing him when he was covered in his own piss, that was a bit odd. minho swallowed as he looked down at the larger wet patch on his underwear, lifting his feet one by one so that chan could take the pants off.
the leader helped him undress fully before sending him into the shower, grabbing the removable showerhead. chan warmed up the water, then gently washed down his legs.
“how are you so good with this?” minho asked absentmindedly.
“ah, this was part of the process house-training berry,” chan explained, rinsing down the dancer’s legs with the removable showerhead.
“mr. bang chan, did you just compare me to a dog?” minho snapped instinctively.
chan backed off a little, as far as he could while holding the showerhead. “sorry, sorry, it was the truth, though.”
“this was why cats are clearly superior,” minho sniffed, causing chan to let out a little laugh.
“well,” the leader smirked, “cats are afraid of water, aren’t they?”
minho yelped as chan angled the showerhead higher to splash his stomach.
“that’s it, i’m done.” the dancer announced, stepping out of the shower.
“better?” chan asked.
“better.”