The members of NCT 127 had all gone to their reserved rooms when they got back from a tiring dance practice. The group wasn’t very chatty at least, Doyoung just wanted to relax. Someone’s phone was playing a YouTube video in the kitchen. One of the guys were singing in the shower. How can an idol sound so off key?

He kicked his shoes off, dropped his bag by the couch, and headed to his room, rubbing the back of his neck. His legs were so sore. He felt grimy and tired and kind of... buzzed. Not in a crazy way. Just enough that his body felt too sensitive, every brush of his shirt making him feel just a little extra aware.

As soon as his door clicked behind him, he slumped against it, letting out a breath.

Doyoung stayed there for a second, leaning back against the door with his eyes shut. His breath came out warm and soft. However, the quiet made it worse somehow. He pushed himself off with the sliver of energy he had left in him and walked over to his bed, flopping onto his back with a soft whump.

He lays there for a minute. Just breathing. Letting his body melt into the mattress. Basking in the soft, familiar scent of the dorm.

Doyoung’s skin felt hot and tingly all over though. He raised his arms over his head and pulled off his hoodie, yanking it with a grunt, and tossed it on the floor. Still too warm. He kicked off his sweatpants too, left in just a pair of blue boxers. A bit different from his usual routine actually, naughty boy usually going commando all because he enjoys the feeling of his cock rubbing against the fabric of his sweats.

He reached up and ran a hand down over his chest to cool himself off, but instead, it just made him shiver. Truly, he hated these days where he was just left alone and restless.

Doyoung’s fingers brushed one of his nipples and it made him twitch. Then he did it again, slower. A quiet whimper escaped him.

“Haa..” His head fell to the side, drool already spilling out of those perfect lips and making a mess. He ran both hands over his chest this time, pressing a little harder. Doyoung’s legs shifted restlessly against the sheets, toes curling into each other.

He let out a quiet sigh and rubbed his thighs together. One hand stayed on his chest, fingers brushing over his sensitive bud again, poor thing already red and raw. The other drifted lower.

His fingers only ever drifted down, lingering over the waistband of his underwear. He hesitated for a second, then slipped them lower, just enough to free himself. He wasn’t even fully hard yet, but his soft cock twitched at the touch, sensitive in a way that made him inhale sharply.

Doyoung’s fingers moved slowly, testing. Just light strokes at first. He sighed, eyes fluttering shut. His other hand was still on his chest, rubbing lazily over his nipple.

His thumb pressed just right at the base, where the nerves seemed to jump and his hips bucked without warning.

Just then, the door swung open without any warning. It was normal for the members to forget how to respect privacy sometimes, but right now was definitely not the most ideal time for that.

“Ungh—oh,” he squeaked, louder than he meant to.

His eyes flew open. He froze.

Shit.