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They were barely off of the stage when Chan turned to the other members and held up a hand, his fingers splayed. “Five minutes,” he warned. “That is it.”
Hyunjin didn’t hesitate, he just grabbed Felix’s hand and took off at a near run for their trailer, the two of them dodging dancers and staff members in what was potentially their least subtle move ever.
“Why don’t we have two trailers?” Jeongin asked wearily, his chest still heaving slightly as he caught his breath. The end of the show had been electric and they were all still riding the high.
“Because we don’t need them,” Minho reminded him. But his voice was also weary and Chan watched as he grabbed at his pants in frustration. He knew Minho wanted nothing less than to change his clothes and it said something that despite the heat and the exhaustion, no one had argued against him when he gave the couple five minutes. They’d all learned that lesson the hard way too many times not to give them a few minutes together first. Especially after a show like tonight’s.
Felix fed off of the crowd’s energy at every show but festivals were somehow different - they made him come alive on stage in a way that made a lot of their fans go feral. Their fans, and Hwang Hyunjin.
“Is something wrong?” Chan turned at the new voice and saw a staff member with a clipboard eyeing them worriedly. “Is everything alright with the trailer?”
“No, no, everything’s fine,” Chan assured him. “We’re just…”
“Enjoying the fresh air while we still can,” Jisung jumped in. He took an exaggerated deep breath. “Since we’ll probably be stuck inside the rest of the night.”
All of them, including the staff member, looked at the sky around them as the trees started to bow beneath the wind. The man nodded. “Alright. Well, I’d recommend getting inside soon. The storm looks like it’s going to be bad.”
They nodded and he left them alone. Or as alone as they could be as staff continued to bustle around them, trying to get as many things secured as they could before the storm hit.
“Why are you standing around?” One of the managers asked, coming up to them with a frown. His eyes skittered across them, then he visibly paused before looking at Chan with a sigh. “Where are they?”
“The trailer,” Chan told him easily. Technically, Hyunjin and Felix’s relationship was a secret but it was paper thin at best. Everyone who spent time around them knew about it. “Just wanted to give them a few minutes before we all crowded in there.”
The manager rolled his eyes. “Tonight’s not the night for that, we need to-”
As he spoke, the storm turned. The wind picked up instantly; everything loose around them started moving and the air filled with loose dirt as it pelted them all from every direction. A few seconds later, the skies opened up.
“Fuck it,” Minho growled, turning on his heel and running for the trailer. The others were quick on his heels. By the time they got the door open - thankfully not locked - and piled themselves inside the small trailer, they were all soaked through.
Inside, Hyunjin was half sat, half leaning against the back of a couch with Felix in between his legs. Felix’s jacket was on the floor just inside the door, clearly discarded at the very first possible moment. Hyunjin’s shirt was ripped almost cleanly down the middle and seemed to be hanging onto him by sheer willpower alone. When they burst through the door, Hyunjin jerked back in surprise, his hands coming out from under the back of Felix’s pants and he slipped backwards onto the couch, tumbling over himself until he hit the floor.
“You said five minutes,” Felix accused, turning on Chan with wild eyes. His hair was even more of a mess than it had been on stage and his lips were slick and puffy. His pants were also open in front but he quickly did those up so he wasn’t flashing them all.
“Storm hit,” Changbin told him, a bit unnecessarily since the thin walls of the trailer did nothing to quiet the sounds of the wind or rain. A loud clash of metal on metal rang out as something clearly came loose in the wind.
Felix scowled and Hyunjin let out a pathetic sound from where he still lay on the ground. He was mostly hidden by the couch but the frantic shuffling told Chan that he was trying to right his own clothing. They heard the clang of his belt and then the loud sound of his zipper being done up.
“I’m not sharing a car with them,” Jeongin told Chan.
“Me neither,” the other three echoed immediately.
Chan glared at them all.
“Sucks to be the leader,” Jisung told him unsympathetically before they all separated to find their bags and change out.
Chan scooped up Felix’s jacket and threw it at him. “Do you know how much that cost?” Their stage clothes were gifts, oftentimes on loan to them for promotional purposes. Hyunjin got to his feet and Chan finally got a good look at him. His shirt was ripped clean down the middle until past his navel; there was only a few inches of cloth still connected at the hem that kept it from becoming a vest. “Or that?” He gestured at it.
Felix shrugged, unconcerned. “I’ll pay for it.” He took the jacket from Chan and carried it to his bag. He threw it in haphazardly and pulled out a fresh t-shirt to tug on. He didn’t bother with his pants or shoes and so somehow he was the first of them that was ready to go.
“Not the point,” Chan grumbled before going to his own things. He passed by Minho who was currently getting help out of his leather pants from Jisung and Changbin. “We have stylists to help with that,” he reminded them.
Changbin eyed him. “You want to go get them?”
Even if he had, it was a moot point at this stage as, with one final yank from Jisung, Minho pulled his legs free with a loud sigh of relief. “No more leather pants,” he groaned.
“Yeah, yeah,” Chan agreed. Minho said the same thing after every performance where he wore leather but he always agreed to it the next time the stylists asked, so he brushed off the complaint.
“Who wants to switch rooms with me?” Jeongin asked loudly.
The four of them turned to find him on the opposite side of the trailer, hovering near the door, and pointedly not looking at the couch where Hyunjin was now sitting in Felix’s lap with his lips glued to Felix’s neck. He was murmuring something in between kisses but he was quiet enough about it that Chan couldn’t hear what he was saying. And he was absolutely okay with that since whatever it was had Felix’s lips twisted in a dirty smirk as he kneaded at Hyunjin’s ass.
Chan grinned. He may be stuck in a car with them back to the hotel but Jeongin had the room next to them. “No,” he said sweetly. The others quickly refused too and they all gleefully ignored Jeongin’s answering glare.
He finally made it to his bag but decided not to bother changing out. Even if they made a run for it, getting to the cars would just leave them more wet and he didn’t feel like ruining another set of clothes just yet. He’d shower and change back at the hotel.
His phone buzzed a minute later with a call from the managers. They asked if they wanted to wait out the storm in the trailer but Chan quickly shot that down. So it was agreed that they’d make a run for it to the cars that were already waiting for them. The managers met them at the door to the trailer with umbrellas in hand but they were quickly proved to be useless with the rain coming at them sideways so they all just dashed into the storm until they reached the vehicles. Hyunjin tried to get in after Changbin but Minho pushed him aside and pointed at the second car. “No. Go.”
Hyunjin looked like he wanted to argue but Felix didn’t let him, tugging at his hand in the other direction until they reached the second vehicle. Chan watched the others pile into the first car and followed Hyunjin and Felix into theirs, someone closing the door behind him as soon as he was inside. Since they had seven members today, the company had arranged for two vehicles to get them around; one van and one SUV. The other four got the large van while Chan was now squeezed into the backseat of an SUV with the couple who couldn’t keep their hands off of each other. As if to emphasize his point, he heard a low moan and looked over to see Hyunjin’s hand over Felix’s crotch. Felix had his hands tangled in Hyunjin’s hair and was tilting his face out of the way so he could get at his neck.
“No,” he said immediately. “Nope. Nuhuh.” He lifted up as much as he could in the tight space and shifted over, wedging his ass in between them and forcing Hyunjin into the space he’d just vacated. The two grumbled but didn’t fight him and soon enough he was seated between them. “You’re hornier than a bunch of teenagers,” he complained. It wasn’t true - he remembered when they had been teenagers and they hadn’t let themselves be nearly this hot for each other back then - but it felt like something he should say.
“Can you blame me?” Hyunjin asked, wide eyed. He waved a hand at his boyfriend. “Did you see him out there?”
“I did,” Chan nodded. “So did about 50,000 other people.”
Hyunjin smirked. “Yeah but he’s not going home with them.” Chan felt Felix move behind him and soon a hand appeared in Hyunjin’s hair, carding gently before gripping tight. Hyunjin’s smirk deepened as he leaned into it.
“We need to stop doing festivals,” he muttered, facing forward so he didn’t have to look at either of them.
“Absolutely not,” Felix protested immediately.
“Don’t you dare,” Hyunjin followed quickly.
Chan shook his head and he leaned forward to talk to the driver. “How much longer?”
“We haven’t even left the parking lot yet,” the man replied, a laugh poorly hidden in his voice.
Chan dropped his head and groaned loudly.