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“ like a cat in a sunny spot ” ♡ vi ♡

SERIES PLAYLIST: “ swim ” - chase atlantic ♡ “ honey (are u coming?) ” - maneskin ♡ “ the summoning ” - sleep token ♡ “ soft spot ” - keshi ♡ “ bubbly ” - colbie caillat ♡ “ kiss me ” - ed sheeran ♡ “ cotton candy ” - yungblud ♡

SERIES WARNINGS: poly, eventual ot8, named oc - “Rora”, derived from “Aurora” (soooooo original, I know), who is basically a self-insert (i’m still on the brink of denial about it). loooots of nicknames/pet names, and even more as the fic progresses (if you read the “a little warmth in winter” you’ll know most of the names already 🤭). things move pretty quickly in this, and it may stray vaguely into soulmate au territory but, like, I’m a sucker for these men and for the way I’ve written them and I just can’t stop.

apologies in advance if the timeline doesn’t make any sense, I’m going purely on vibes and my affection for these 8 men. idk if it deserves a warning, but scents are mentioned a lot in some parts and kinda littered through the rest of the fic (using scent profiles from a perfume/fragrance site that has a line of scents called “Smells Like a Hug From Ateez” and very limited knowledge of fragrances the members may have previously used/just the vibes they give off)

WORD COUNT: 9k

ADDITIONAL WARNINGS: period/menstrual cycle, food, a lot of food actually, and lots of kissing, fluffyfluffyfluffyyyyy, unrealistically fitting three sleeping adults in one bed, overuse of the word “waffle”, discussions of relationship status, blushing lots of blushing, and giggling lots of giggling, just really cute, some hints of spice, “doll”, yungiyungiYUNGI, domestic-ish woo, hongjoong split-dye and tattoo, hongjoong wears makeup AND glasses, woo makes a daddy joke, mxm adjacent jokes, some name calling, collar joke, woo likes it when joong is mean to him (we been knew), and apparently so does rora

♡ 18+ - no smut, but still MDNI ♡

vi: blankets of warmth

The three of them stayed over at her apartment much longer than they probably should have on a weeknight, and she ended up falling asleep, sandwiched between Yeosang and San on the over-stuffed sofa. She didn’t know how she ended up there, but she assumed that San’s legs were going numb like her own were and she had moved herself (likely against a slew of complaints from San) there. She had also somehow wiggled her way out of San’s hoodie, using it, instead, as a makeshift blanket for her curled up legs.

Rora woke up once, finding her cheek pressed against Yeosang’s tense shoulder and her arms looped around one of his to hold it close to her chest. She mumbled out apologies, muffled and slurred even to her own sleepy ears, fumbling and ultimately failing to sit up. Giving up to mumble more apologies and rest her head right back where it was.

He chuckled, relaxed back into the sofa, his cheek pressed lightly against her hair. “It’s okay,” Yeosang murmured in his soft, low voice. She almost groaned at the sound of it. His voice reminded her of a warm lullaby on a stormy night just as much as it reminded her of hazy summer nights, leaving her swimming in a slow, sleepy warmth that worked its way up her back in a lazy crawl to settle in her fuzzy brain.

A huff warmed the side of her neck, and she became aware of a weight on her shoulder. San fell asleep, too, it seemed. She blinked the sleep away as best as she could and sighed. “Do you want me to move?” she asked, tongue still heavy in her mouth.

“It’s okay,” Yeosang repeated. “Do you want to go to bed? Jjong and I could get you and San all tucked in and leave you to sleep.”

She whined. “No. Stay.” She snuggled further into his warmth, and he tensed at the move before relaxing into a soft laugh that warmed her from the inside.

“You’re just as clingy as Woo and San,” he said softly, shaky fingers pushing strands of her hair out of her face.

“Cozy,” she simply murmured, and he gave a low chuckle.

Rora felt a shift in the air around her, a brief breeze carrying a certain cologne she had long-since grown familiar with - warm and strong with surprising notes of sweetness - and she blinked her heavy eyes open to see Jongho crouched down in front of them. “Let’s at least lay you down, hmm?” he murmured.

She nodded, rubbing her eyes with her fists and reaching out for him. “Carry me?” she asked, too sleepy to care that she was asking her coworker to do such a thing.

He all but cooed at her, gummy smile on full display. “C’mere, precious,” he said, pushing the bulky sweater from her lap and pulling her into his arms.

Yeosang’s hands were on her back then the backs of her thighs, aiding in lifting her into Jongho’s arms safely, then helping her wrap her legs around his friend’s waist securely. “There you go,” he murmured with a lingering touch to her waist.

She sighed, letting herself fully rely on Jongho’s strength, arms around his neck and her head resting on his shoulder, clinging to him like a koala. “Home?” Rora asked.

“Do I have to go home?” he clarified. She nodded, and his hands smoothing up her thighs, fingers locking together to support her below her bottom. “I probably should, but I can stay if you want me to.”

“Both?”

There was a pause, and she imagined Jongho and Yeosang looking at each other for a moment, talking between each other without actually talking in that way that long-term friends seem to be able to do. Jongho released a breath through his nose and hiked her higher up in his hold. “We both can stay, yes,” Jongho finally said, and she could hear the smile in his voice.

She hummed, letting the sway of his walk and the tight grip he had on her lull her into near unconsciousness. Mere moments later Rora jolted, whining when she was placed atop cold sheets and gripping onto Jongho’s sweater in displeasure.

“I know, precious,” Jongho soothed, his warm hands gripping her own, thumb running over the backs of them until her fingers unclasped. “There you go, good girl.”

A shiver worked down her spine at that, her breath huffing out of her in surprise. She wasn’t sure when he had become so bold with her or why, but she liked it. A lot, if the way her heart sped up in her chest was any indicator.

Jongho hummed, pressing her shoulders lightly to get her to lay down. She shivered again, blinking open her heavy eyes to look up at him through her lashes, hoping he couldn’t read her probably very obvious arousal, though it was also very dampened by sleepiness. He stared right back, tucked her hair behind her ear, those sparkly eyes taking in her every expression. “Sang, just leave San and get over here. He’ll be fine” he said, shuffling the blankets until they were all the way pulled back.

Rora’s gaze drifted over Jongho’s shoulder, unable to hold his gaze any longer, and watched as Yeosang laid San down on the sofa and draped her throw blanket over him, tucking a pillow between his friend’s arms. Amusement swelled in her when the buff man snuggled into the soft fabric of her throw pillow, tamped down only by the sight of Yeosang pulling off his jacket. He wore a simple t-shirt underneath, but it looked like it was made specifically for him, clinging to his chest and shoulders, revealing toned arms.

“He’s going to be sulky when he wakes up in the morning,” Yeosang mused, walking over to her bed. He stopped next to Jongho, fingers pushing her hair back from her face lightly. She could feel them trembling against her skin, and she wanted to take them between her hands to steady them. Instead, she turned her face into his touch. “Can I come up, angel?”

“Please,” she breathed out, shifting around to get comfy as he climbed into her bed, followed by Jongho. Her bed wasn’t the largest, and they were pressed closely together, but she was happy. She turned onto her side, facing Yeosang and humming happily when Jongho’s arm draped around her waist. “Is nice,” she murmured, leaving some space between their bodies.

That didn’t last long. Yeosang chuckled lightly, hand brushing through his hair. “Get comfy, angel,” he murmured, pressing her face into his chest.

She rubbed her cheek against the swelling muscle beneath her, letting her leg drape over his own as Jongho snuggled closer to her back. She giggled as his face nuzzled into the back of her neck, his breath tickling her skin.

“S’nice.” Rora sighed sleepily, letting her arms slip over Yeosang’s waist, finding where his shirt hiked up, relishing in the feeling of his warm skin beneath her fingertips. He shivered at her touch before relaxing into it, breath puffing out in a sigh.

“Must be if you’re repeating yourself,” Jongo teased, hand squeezing her hip in a way that had a moan bubbling in her chest. Jongho laughed as the soft sound filled the quiet space, but he didn’t say anything. Instead, he rubbed circles into her skin and hushed her, lulling her right into unconsciousness.

The sleep was by no means the best she had ever had. She woke up several more times, overheating from a mixture of body heat and the hormonal overload her period tended to have on her body. But she couldn’t find it in herself to be grumpy. Rather, she laid there, dozing away in her bed, luxuriating in being stuck in between Yeosang and Jongho. She was too warm, having wiggled her shirt up and her blanket down as much as she could without pulling it off her current bedmates too much. And her body hurt, having gone a little too long without another dose of ibuprofen to tamp down the band of cramps encircling her torso, hips, and thighs.

There was a meow and a broken, sleep-addled groan, and she turned to see Teddy kneading at San’s ample chest. She giggled, watching as San stretched his arms over his head, shirt straining and riding up to expose his belly. Teddy harrumphed at being disrupted in his very important work, and San gave a soft chuckle, patting the kitty on his little head.

Rora shifted around, propping herself up, cheek against Jongho’s sternum, letting his steady heartbeat lull her back into the fuzzy feeling of barely-awake as she watched San. His fingers wiggled in the air, the cat pawing at them lightly before deciding he didn’t want to play and instead, went back to kneading, drawing sounds of adoration and giggles and groans she was sure were the result of her cuddly kitty’s over-enthusiastic claws pricking at skin.

“I can feel you watching me,” San mused when the cat finally stilled, curling up on his chest. San scratched behind Teddy’s ear until the cat tilted his head in bliss. His following smile was dopey with the remnants of sleep, and when he turned his head to catch her, she couldn’t help but keep staring at him.

“Did you sleep well?” she asked.

“Mhm,” San hummed. “Would have been better with you beside me, though.”

A snicker came from beside her, and the bed shifted. “You say that, but she tossed and turned all night,” Yeosang said, letting his hand slip up the back of her shirt as he settled back down, the tickle of his fingers ridding any bite from his words. His voice cracked, still heavily laced with sleep, that endearing lisp heavier than it was last night. But it was so deliciously low that she wanted to rub against him like a cat. Wanted him to pin her down and speak right into her ear.

She had to control herself from pressing herself back, her finger sinking into the fabric of Jongho’s sweater, bunching it up in her fists. The material rode up his torso until the sleep-warm skin of his belly pressed against her bare arm pleasantly. She caught the moment he fully awoke, the brief spike in his heart rate, how it picked up even more when he seemed to register her body against his own

Yeosang groaned behind her, the bed shifting again as he rolled closer to her, his hand slipping around her waist to caress up and down her sides. “Good morning,” he said in that wonderfully deep voice.

Her breath hitched, and the chest beneath her rumbled in amusement. “Breathe, precious,” Jongho murmured, hand rubbing at the back of her neck fingers pushing up into her hair. She forced herself to take a breath, only to choke on it when he continued. “Sangie’s got a nice voice, though, hmm?”

Her cheeks flared with heat, and she flopped back down between them, pulling the blanket up over her head. “Calling me out first thing in the morning? Really?” she whined. “In my own home?”

The three men laughed, and Jongho pushed himself up to sitting. She peeked out from beneath the blanket to see him looking wonderfully sleep rumpled. His hair stuck up in places, cheeks red and lined from the pillow, and she wanted to snuggle up to him.

“I’m sorry I tossed around so much,” Rora said, bunching the blanket up in her arms to hug it against her chest, legs tucked in close. “I kept getting too warm.”

“It isn’t really something you could help, darling,” San said, despite not being the affected party. She blinked when he plopped down on the bed, not having heard him coming closer, and giggled when he sprawled out across everyone’s legs. The two didn’t even react, seemingly used to dealing with such behaviors.

She let the blanket go with a wistful sigh. “I want waffles,” she suddenly mumbled out.

San sat up, now settled entirely on Jongho. Jongho groaned when San turned to her so quickly the bed jerked. “Waffles?” he repeated excitedly, ignoring his friend’s pain entirely.

“Yeeessss,” she groaned, sitting up and running a hand through her hair. “With strawberries and waaaaay too much whipped cream.”

“Let’s go get some, then,” Jongho said, pushing his friend off him with a huff. “I’ll pay.”

San yelped as he fell to the floor, but sat up at Jongho’s words, peeking over the bed like a meerkat. “Baby bear’s gonna pay? What are we waiting for? Let’s go!”

Rora giggled as he all but jumped up from the floor. He landed lightly for such a muscled man, but loud enough to startle Teddy awake from where he was now curled up on the sofa. San pushed and pulled his friends out of the bed, but stopped when he got to her. Sent her a dimpled smile that all but dazzled her and carefully helped her out of the bed.

“Slow down, Sannie,” she giggled, falling right into his chest when her feet hit the floor. “Let me at least go pee before you rush us out.”

San pouted. And she couldn’t help but lift up on her toes to press a kiss to his plush lips, morning breath be damned. He sighed, pulling her closer and delving a hand into her hair to hold her in place, kissing her back, over and over until someone cleared their throat.

She was breathless when San pulled away, cheeks warm and lips parted, and she melted entirely at his smug expression. “Hurry to the bathroom so we can go get those waffles,” he said, ushering her in the direction of her bathroom.

She was quick in freshening up and getting ready to leave the apartment, simply washing her face, brushing her teeth, and slipping into her comfiest pair of ripped jeans. Deodorant on, and she was ready to go.

Not even half an hour later, they were at a cozy little breakfast cafe near her apartment building, fresh-made waffles and drinks in front of them. Her and San sat on one side of a booth, with Yeosang and Jongho on the other. She took a moment to just stare at the wonderful delicacy on the plate before her, the golden brown waffle covered in mounds of whipped cream and a river of strawberry syrup, a bowl of fresh-cut strawberries right next to her plate. She constructed the perfect bite, moaning as she chewed it. Heck, it had been a long time since Rora had a good waffle.

“Is it that good?” San asked, cutting into his own, covered in slices of banana and drizzles of Nutella. She didn’t have to respond when he took a bite and leaned forward into the table with a groan. “Oh, hell yes,” he mumbled.

Muffled sounds of amusement filled the booth at that. She giggled and grabbed the mug in front of her, taking a careful drink of her hot chocolate. Her eyes found Yeosang in front of her, but she shied away when he noticed her looking. His shoulders shook, though he covered up any laughter with a cough before trying his own waffle. His eyes widened, and she giggled, leaning over the table a bit.

“Can I try it?” Rora asked, eyeing the chopped nuts, banana slices, and drizzles of honey on his waffle. She watched as he constructed a bite for her, making sure it had a bit of everything before reaching over the table, hand under his fork to feed it to her. Her cheeks went red, but she leaned forward to accept the bite, brain all but short circuiting when his thumb brushed over her lower lip to scoop up some escaped whipped cream.

Her eyes widened, and Jongho and San laughed at her expression. Yeosang shied away almost immediately after, ears going red, and Jongho patted him on the shoulder, still laughing. It took a minute for everyone to calm back down, but once they did, Jongho cleared his throat.

“So,” Jongho murmured, setting his fork and knife down on his barely-eaten waffle. Bits of whipped cream clung to the silver, smearing on the table when the knife slid from the plate. He busied himself with wiping up the mess, refusing to look up even as he spoke. “What exactly is this…situation?”

“Does it really need a label right now?” San asked, leaning back in the seat with his arms crossed over his chest. He would have looked defensive if his face weren’t so placid, eyes understanding as they looked at his youngest friend.

Jongho shook his head, brows furrowing. “No, no. I’m not trying to say that. I - ” He looked like he might have had more to say, teeth nibbling the inside of his lip and cheek. But he let a breath out, just looked down at his food, cut a piece from his waffle. She watched him scoop up some whipped cream and stewed cinnamon apples and pile it on his fork. “I’m just curious,” he murmured, raising the bite to his mouth.

“Jongho,” Rora started gently, reaching across the table. She left her hand there, just resting on the table in front of him, palm up. He stared at it for a moment before looking up at her, swallowing the food in his mouth. She couldn’t read his expression, but she sent him a gentle smile when his hand settled in hers. “Bear, we can’t read your mind. Whatever you have to say can be said. We won’t judge you. You know that, don’t you?”

Yeosang’s hand settled lightly on Jongho’s back, though it hesitated before finally making contact. She imagined such physical reassurance may not be a regular thing for Yeosang to offer Jongho, and the move - Yeosang pushing himself to physically reassure his friend - filled her with warmth. The way this group of men so obviously cared for each other was absolutely precious.

“I don’t know if what you have going on with the others is just casual or what, and I honestly don’t care as long as everyone is comfortable and not getting hurt.” he paused, put his fork down, settled his free hand in his lap to straighten his posture and look directly at her. “But I don’t want ‘just casual’ with you.”

The breath rushed out of her, and she felt herself melting. “What do you want, then?” she asked, squeezing his hand lightly.

He exhaled, let go of her hand to shove his hair back from his face. “I don’t know,” he murmured.

“And that’s okay,” she said, letting her hand settle in her lap. “You don’t have to know right now.”

San shifted beside her, and she turned to look at him. “This doesn’t feel casual to me, either,” he said. “Not really. I don’t think we necessarily need a label, but I like whatever this is. I wanna keep doing it. I wanna take you out on dates and get to know you more, whether that’s on my own or with everyone else.”

She melted into his side, and couldn’t stop the grin from forming on her face. “Should we have a group meeting about this?” The question was mostly a joke, but there was a certain level of seriousness that she knew they heard. She turned to look at Yeosang, and her cheeks flushed. “I’m sorry you got dragged into this, Sangie.”

“I don’t mind,” he said. His head tilted, and he gave her a little smile. “Drag me in all you want. In whatever capacity.”

Shyness and excitement warred away in Rora’s chest, and she wanted to squeal and squirm and hide all at once. Instead, she took another drink of hot chocolate, letting the warmth of it soothe her.

San and Jongho chuckled, seeming to read her face. “She might ask you to drag her, actually,” San mused.

Her head whipped around, and Rora settled him with a pout. “Sannie,” she whined.

He simply laughed and slung his arm around her shoulders, pulling her closer against him, as if that were even possible. She didn’t fight it, enjoying the warmth coming off of him and letting her head fall on his shoulder.

“Let’s meet up this weekend,” Jongho suggested, leaning back in the booth, his arm stretching along the back of the seat behind Yeosang. “All of us.”

San nodded. “We can introduce you to Seonghwa and Hongjoong, too.”

“Sounds fun,” she said happily, cheeks rubbing against San’s shoulder in an attempt to settle the nervous excitement flooding her at the suggestion. Her eyes glanced over the two men sitting in front of her, coming to stop on Yeosang. She grinned when he sent her a little smile. “I can get to know Sangie some more, too.”

♡♡♡

The rest of that week went by in a blur of work, cramps, and fatigue. Work was busier than it had been since she started working there - or maybe she was just slower than usual - and the men took turns visiting her, or vice versa.

Tuesday night, Wooyoung showed up at her apartment in a zip-up that swallowed him in the most endearingly cool way and bags of takeout dangling from his fingers. They ate, talked over the drone of whatever show they had decided to watch and subsequently ignored in favor of talking (kissing), and ended up tangled together on her bed. Fully clothed save for the hoodie that she had discarded with quick fingers, lips following to litter his neck and pretty collarbones with kisses and nips until his tan skin was covered in the evidence that she was there and his groans filled her apartment. Until Teddy got annoyed with a lack of attention on him, jumping on them and sending them both into fits of giggles, fussing over the kitty until he fell asleep between them. And she asked him to stay, tracing the marks she left on his skin until his eyelids fluttered and his voice dropped low with sleep, his hands reaching out to pull her closer as he lost the fight against consciousness.

They woke up to her alarm, groaning at the same time, bursting into sleepy giggles together. She littered his face with kisses, telling him to just go back to sleep if he didn’t have anywhere to go. He could stay as long as he wanted to, just don’t leave the apartment a mess. It made for a lovely change to her morning routine, having Wooyoung there when she woke. Waking him up. He got out of bed when she finished getting ready, wrapping her up in a hug and kissing her in a way that left her feeling warm even after she left for work.

Feeling more energized than she usually would on a Wednesday morning, she sought out Jongho to ask him if it would be okay for her to skip lunch with him. The answer was yes, but told her that she would have to make up for it later with that mischievous smile that she was growing to adore. That’s how she found herself at Yunho and Mingi’s cafe, hair damp from the misty afternoon weather and cheeks hurting with the force of her smile when they greeted her.

Mingi bound over to her before the door had even shut behind her, pulling her off her feet to swing her around until she was shrieking and clinging to him. Yunho’s laughter filled her ears when Mingi finally let her go, and she turned to see him leaning against the counter with a wide grin on his face. They closed for lunch early and brought her back to watch Mingi whip them all something up to eat. Actually eating was a cozy affair, the two tall men cramming themselves into one of the raised spaces with her between them. Mingi bumped his head at least twice while trying to climb into the space, and Yunho soothed the pain from his friend with a tender touch that had Mingi (and her) all but giggling and kicking his feet. The food Mingi made was delicious. But it was even better being able to kiss the taste from their mouths, their big hands wandering up and down her body until she was warm and shivering and keening into the quiet of the cafe.

She was in Yunho’s lap, devouring his mouth, Mingi at her back, lips on her neck and hands anchoring her to his friend’s lap when her phone started vibrating. They sent her off to work with lingering kisses and longing gazes and whispered promises to see each other again soon and sweet ‘have a good day’s in kiss-slurred voices that left her walking on clouds for the rest of the day, much to Jongho’s amusement.

Thursday turned out to be Jongho’s turn. As she was leaving her apartment, she saw him waiting outside, coffees in hand and his bag slung over his shoulder. Her heart fluttered in her chest when she asked him what he was doing there, cheeks flushing when he handed one of the coffees (iced americano, of course) and claimed this was how he wanted to cash in that promised extra time together.

They went to work together. They had lunch together. He even walked her home at the end of the day, stayed a little to play with Teddy and relax with a show playing in the background. It was well after dark by the time he left, offering her a hug when she walked him to the door and a barely-there kiss to the top of her head.

She thought Friday was going to be chill, that the day was going to happen as it usually would before she met this group of men. However, when Jongho dragged her away from her computer for lunch, she found Yeosang sitting at their usual table, looking adorably lost but nonetheless happy as he waited for Jongho to come back. He pushed her into his friend’s space and promptly followed it up by invading her space, stuffing the three of them into a bench that could fit two people comfortably but certainly not three fully grown adult humans.

It was nice, though. She was happy, sitting in between them as they bickered. Or more like Jongho teased Yeosang and he let it all roll off his back with the occasional sharp retort in response. No kisses, but she let herself lean into them, her head on Yeosang’s shoulder and her hand finding Jongho’s beneath the table until a coworker, one of the women who had talked her into going out last Friday night walked by with raised brows and curious eyes.

If the two men could feel the tension suddenly in her shoulders or noticed the way she went quiet - quieter than she had been before - they didn’t say anything. Didn’t push her for more physical contact or to interact with their warm teasing. They let her be, and she was thankful.

Rora had never been so social in her life, nor had she ever felt so exhausted by the end of a week. No matter how much fun she had with them, there was only so much energy she could expend, especially through the work week. Needless to say, she was more than relieved when Saturday rolled around and she was finally able to rest, even if only for a few hours.

No more period. No expectations. No visitors.

A slow, quiet morning, just her and her kitty, really could work wonders.

She slept in as long as she could. Lounged in bed, reading on her phone with Teddy keeping her feet warm. Opened a window to let the cool morning breeze sweep through her apartment. Made a yummy breakfast and some pour-over iced coffee, and she ate it while watching YouTube videos she hadn’t been able to watch through the week.

It was the most relaxing morning she’d had in a while. But by noon, she found herself feeling bored. Way past bored, even. The groan that came from her throat when a knock sounded on her door was way more relieved than she thought it would be just a few hours before. When she opened the door to see the two tallest friends standing side by side in the hall, she all but jumped on the taller one.

“Hello to you too,” Yunho huffed out through a chuckle, large hands holding her up by her bottom. “Miss me or something?”

“Something,” she said, pressing her face into his neck when he hiked her higher in his hold and pushed into her apartment. “I was so bored,” she groaned, nuzzling against his skin, enjoying the smell of his soap, the softness and freshness on him. The warmth. Just so like him, how he made her feel. “You came at the perfect time.”

“Oh, so we’re just entertainment for you? Is that it?”

Rora simply hummed, nose pressing against his jaw. She couldn’t help but start giggling when Yunho gripped her thighs tighter in retaliation, and her lips met his cheek in a soft kiss.

Mingi laughed, and she turned her head to look at him. “Hi, Mingi.”

“Hi,” he said, chuckling, patting her head until she let out a content sigh.

She whined as Yunho settled her feet back on the ground, but turned to lead him and Mingi further into her apartment. She ushered them over to sit on the couch, giggling when instead of letting her sit in between them, Yunho pulled her into his lap. “As happy as I am that you’re here, why are you here so early? I thought we weren’t all meeting until this evening?”

“Maybe I wanted some alone time with you before I had to share you with everyone.”

“Mingi is also here,” she pointed out, fingers kneading at Yunho’s broad shoulders.

“So he is,” Yunho mused, slouching further in his seat so that she was seated fully on his lap, her feet hanging off the edge of the sofa and her knees on either side of his hips. His lips spread in a smirk as he let his head fall back to rest on the back of the sofa, exposing his jaw and the expanse of his throat. Her tongue darted out to wet her bottom lip as she fought back the desire to litter the smooth skin with kisses. “He wanted some time with you, too. So I decided to have some mercy on him.”

“Oh?” Rora blinked herself out of her thoughts and turned to look at Mingi, lounging next to them, those thick thighs spread wide, fiddling with his ring-covered fingers in between them. He sent her a close-lipped smile when he noticed her gaze on him, those plush lips flattening out until a dimple showed. She beckoned him closer, turning his head by his chin to plant a kiss right over the dip in his cheek.

Mingi grinned, whole face scrunching up until his eyes were forced closed with the force of it, and giggled - fucking giggled - and she melted, wrapped her arms around his neck to pull him in for a hug, squeezing him against her chest until his giggles turned into full, booming laughs and he pushed her away until she sat fully in Yunho’s lap once more.

“Find some self-restraint, doll,” Mingi said, thumb ghosting over her cheekbone. His words held no bite to them, and she didn’t feel anything more than content at having made him laugh so hard. She hummed when he scooted closer, head falling to rest on Yunho’s shoulder as his hand smoothed down her back.

She shivered when his knuckle rubbed up the line of her spine, hand coming to rest on her nape, fingers playing with the loose strands of her hair. Yunho’s arms wrapped loosely around her hips, warm fingers dipping beneath her shirt to touch her skin, and she let her hands come to rest on his chest.

She looked between the two of them. Whoever said they had never seen two pretty best friends was a liar, she thought, nibbling her bottom lip. Her eyes dropped down to Yunho’s mouth, breath kicking up as the urge to lean forward suddenly filled her. Her hands fisted Yunho’s shirt when her eyes flicked over to Mingi, catching on those gorgeous lips. His tongue poked out, swiped over his lower lip, and she was stuck there, unable to look away from the glossy plush of them.

“What?” Yunho asked, fingers kneading her lower back in a way that had her wanting to let her eyes roll back. “Wanna kiss him, honey?”

Rora nodded, unable to look away. Her skin pebbled with goosebumps when Yunho’s hand slid up her back, pressing right over Mingi’s on the back of her neck, those long fingers tangling in her hair as he pushed her head down. She whimpered, practically trembling as Mingi’s warm breath washed over her face.

“Use your words, doll,” Mingi murmured, brushing his nose against hers.

She wanted to whine, her lips practically trembling as his own brushed over them. “Yes,” she said, breathless. “Yes, I wanna kiss. Please.”

A groan rumbled from Yunho’s chest, vibrating against her hands, and she wanted to squirm and rub herself against both of the men in front of her.

Mingi pulled her closer by his grip on her nape, and finally his lips were on hers. Soft at first, then firm, lips parting her own so that his tongue could dip between them. A soft noise escaped her throat, and she shifted closer, slipping a hand into his hair. He let her tip his head back, leaning further up on her knees, pulling that thick bottom lip into her mouth.

Yunho’s hands settled on her hips, lips ghosting her neck. She thanked herself for wearing a tanktop that morning when his teeth nibbled at her collarbones. She moaned into Mingi’s mouth, teeth tugging before releasing his lip and diving in for another kiss. She didn’t care that she was almost out of breath or that she was starting to grind herself down into Yunho’s lap. She didn’t want to stop kissing Mingi.

Her hand fisted his hair, and he groaned, hand tightening further on her neck in a way that had her body flushing with heat, heart racing. Her chest felt heavy with the need to breathe, and Rora pulled away from him, panting.

A hand came to her face, grasping her chin and turning her head to look at Yunho. He looked over her face, taking in the flush of her cheeks and the sheen of spit on her lips. She shivered under his gaze, breath hitching as he leaned closer, lips parting, slotting against her own.

The doorbell sounded, a knock following right after. Yunho groaned into her mouth, the sound vibrating down her throat and right down her spine, sending her whining and grinding down into his lap. Yunho groaned again, grip tightening on her before he pushed at Mingi to go open the door, refusing to allow her to move away from him. His hand tangled in her hair, pulled her closer with a tight grip that had her gasping right into his mouth.

Cursing from beside her had her detaching herself from Yunho’s mouth, and she turned to see Wooyoung standing there, hands in the pockets of his baggy pants. “Youngie,” she breathed, the name coming out practically on a moan as Yunho’s mouth latched onto her neck, licking, nipping, sucking on the skin there.

“You do look exquisite right now, sweetheart,” he said, chuckling. The sound of it was breathy, his voice low, almost a rasp, reminding her of all the dirty, dirty things he had said to her just a week ago. He cleared his throat, swallowed, shifted on his feet, eyes darting all over her. His bottom lip disappeared between his teeth, head tilting like he was thinking about something. But only a moment later, he sent her a smile. “But I was hoping to have your help shopping for dinner.”

Yunho grunted, arms wrapping around her middle to pull her flush against him. “No,” he said, burying his face in her chest, teeth still nipping at her exposed skin.

Rora giggled, brushing her hands through his hair. “Yunho,” she said, dipping down to kiss his temple and nuzzle at his ear. “You can have me later, hmm?”

He groaned again, but loosened his hold on her, head falling back heavily. “Yeah?” he asked, eyes roaming around her face, lip pulled between his teeth.

“Mhm,” she hummed, pressing another kiss to his tempting mouth before clambering up from his lap.

“Would tell you to get dressed, but I quite like this look,” Wooyoung said, running a finger under the thin strap of her top, down over the swell of her breasts. His hands then dropped down to her hips, where the top rode up to expose the skin at her hips, thumbs dipping below the waistband of her loosest sweatpants.

“I’m gonna get ready,” she said, tugging his head down to press a kiss to his nose. Pulling away, she giggled at his expression, at the red now dusting his cheeks and his wide, pretty eyes. One more kiss, this time to his lips, and she looked around at the other two, both now settled on the couch. “Be good for just 20 minutes, hmm?” she said, brow raised.

Wooyoung laughed and pushed her toward the bathroom. “Sure, sweetheart. Just hurry uuuup,” he whined.

She huffed but shut the door and hurried through freshening up and dressing herself in another tank top and some comfy cargo pants, throwing a zip-up on over top. Rora was struggling to clip on a layered necklace when she stepped back into the living room, fingers unable to work properly without the use of her sight. She was pouting, brows furrowing as she tried once more and failed to get the hook through the correct link.

“Need some help?” Mingi’s deep voice piped up.

She nodded, coming to stop in front of where the three men were sitting. Well, Mingi and Yunho were sitting. Wooyoung had thrown himself over both of them, lying across their laps. Mingi indicated for her to turn around, and she turned her back to them, holding her hair out of the way. His warm fingers brushed the skin of her neck, collecting the ends of the necklace where they rested. He was quick about it, and he was turning her around by her hips in just a few moments, eyes dropping to where the chunky-ish chain rested at the base of her throat, the delicate chain across her chest, the little thundercloud hanging between her breasts.

“I like this,” he said, fingering lightly at the chain at her throat. “It looks good on you.”

“I fixed them all together myself,” Rora said, beaming at the compliment. “It’s my favorite.”

He hummed but didn’t say anything further, fingers pressing gently against the pendant between her breasts, thumb brushing her skin until goosebumps prickled her skin.

She took a steadying breath and took a step back, watching Mingi’s ring-decorated hand fall to rest atop a thick thigh. “Ready?” she asked Wooyoung, who looked entirely too comfortable laying on his friends, phone resting on his belly as he watched the interaction between her and Mingi.

He visibly perked up, rolling out of his friends’ laps. They both groaned in pain, and he snickered at them as he stood. “Let’s go,” he said, grabbing her hand to drag her to the door.

“Oh!” he paused, turning to her at the top of the stairwell. “I hope you don’t mind, but Hongjoong is driving.”

“That’s fine,” she said. But her heart stuttered in her chest at the thought of meeting another of the friends, and she wasn’t sure if it was more out of nervousness or excitement. A mix of both, surely. She gripped his hand as they exited the building, and she took a breath when he squeezed her fingers back.

He led her to a car parked close to the door, a man sitting behind the wheel and vibing to music she couldn’t quite make out through the opened windows. He pushed black and blond split-dyed hair back, the sleeve of his oversized shirt sliding down to reveal a tattoo on the inside of his bicep. His hands stayed there, fingers playing with the strands until they sat the way he wanted them to, staring intently into the rearview mirror.

His eyes slid away from his own reflection to land on her and Woo, and she gripped the hand in hers tighter. As seemed to be the theme with this friend group, his eyes were pretty. Gorgeous even. Dark and shiny, even behind the large transparent frame of his glasses. She noticed smudges of makeup on his lids when he blinked, plump lips shining with a layer of lip balm as they stretched out into a smile.

Rora looked away from his face, blushing, and she spied some beaded necklaces hanging from his neck. Pearls and yellow smiley faces and daisies. They were so pretty, and she wanted to ask where he got them so she could get one for herself. Or steal one from him. She almost giggled at the thought, but contained it as Wooyoung opened the back door and pushed her to climb inside. She watched in amused surprise as he climbed in behind her, urging her to sit on the other side and shutting the door a little too loudly.

“Rora, Hongjoong. Joong, Rora,” Wooyoung said, slouching into the seat and pulling his belt across his body. He looked at her at the other end of the back seat and pouted. “No, no. Come sit in the middle.”

“You’re the one that pushed me over here,” she said, though she did as he said - whined, more like - letting him pull the seatbelt across her lap and buckle it in. He settled back into his own seat with a passing kiss to her chin, and her heart stuttered at the sweet gesture. She couldn’t stop the smile from coming to her face as she got comfy in her seat, enjoying the feeling of having his arm and thigh pressed against her own as she looked forward.

Her gaze caught Hongjoong’s in the rearview mirror, his pretty eyes crinkling with a shy smile before he focused on backing out of the parking lot. “Nice to finally meet you,” he said, starting to maneuver out of the parking lot. The smile fell from his face as he focused on driving, dark eyes shining in the sunlight, tongue wetting the corners of his mouth in concentration.

Perfect, white teeth gleamed as his lips parted in a smirk, tongue wetting the corner of his mouth again, and she let out a shaky exhale, looking away, knowing she had been caught staring. Her eyes fell on Woo, who was looking at her with raised brows and narrowed, playful eyes. “I know he’s pretty, but I’m here too, sweetheart.”

She pushed him away from her only to hide her face in his shoulder when he swayed right back into her space. He laughed, hand patting the back of her head to soften the blow of his joke. “Don’t worry, sweetheart,” he said. “He likes the attention.”

“Sounds a bit like you’re projecting, Woo,” Hongjoong murmured, turning into the lot of the grocery store.

“Maybe a little,” he said, not a single ounce of shame to be found. “But that doesn’t take away the truth of the matter.”

Hongjoong simply hummed and parked, turning the key to shut off the vehicle.

“Are you coming in too?” Wooyoung asked, unbuckling and pushing the door open.

Hongjoong shook his head, lounging back in the seat, long lashes fluttering before his lids fell shut. “I was up too late with work last night. I’m gonna stay here, try to get a nap in.” His words were already trailing off, slurring toward the end, and she couldn’t help but giggle as she got out of the car. As she shut the door behind her, Rora noticed a sleepy smile on his face.

She turned to follow Wooyoung into the store, giddiness filling her chest when his hand grabbed hers, fingers slipping between her own smoothly. She swung their hands as they walked, enjoying the breeze in her hair and the warmth of the sun on her face. Enjoying being with him.

“What does Hongjoong do for work?” she asked as Wooyoung got a cart.

His head tilted as they walked, his forearms resting against the front of the cart as he started at a leisurely pace. He hummed. “He does a lot of things for work,” he said, standing straight to push his hair back. She watched the soft strands fluff up and then settle back in place, her own fingers twitching with the urge to push through his hair. “Every hobby he picks up somehow ends up becoming a way for him to make some cash. But his most consistent work is helping out at Yunho and Mingi’s cafe and his music. That’s probably what he was up doing last night.”

She nodded, absorbing it all in when a thought struck her. “Wait, what do you do for work?” she asked, brows furrowing. “And everyone else, for that matter.”

Woo laughed, a low lighthearted sound, and reached out to tangle his fingers with the bottom of her zip-up. “I work as a dance instructor,” he said, steering the cart toward the produce section. He grinned when she expressed her surprise and awe. “Sannie works at a flower shop, mainly. Yeo is still a student, studying broadcasting and entertainment. As he should, cause seriously, look at the man. He deserves to be on television screens across the nation. But he picks up work wherever we need him to. Unsurprisingly, San, Joong, and Yeo also get a decent amount of modeling gigs. As they should.”

Rora hummed in agreement, nodding. That did make sense. They were all gorgeous.

“You know Mingi and Yunho have the cafe, but sometimes they help out at the dance academy. All of them do, really, but Yunho and Mingi especially. They help me out with choreo a lot, and the other instructors really take their input seriously. Seonghwa is a kindergarten teacher. But he also helps us all out when he can.”

She made a sound of surprise. “Oh, that's so cool,” she said, holding onto the side of the cart as Wooyoung let her go to grab some vegetables then continued further into the store. “I worked at a childcare facility as I studied for my bachelor’s!”

“That sounds fun,” he remarked. “I almost went into education, too. But I’m glad I ended up where I am today, teaching people dance.”

Rora beamed at this new connection with Woo and another member of the friend group, her tummy fuzzy with the new knowledge. But she swallowed the giddiness down, nibbling her bottom lip as she looked at the ingredients slowly filling the basket. “What are you planning to make?”

“You’ll just have to wait and see,” Wooyoung teased.

“What if I wanna help, though?” She moved closer to him when he stopped the cart again, avoiding bumping shoulders with someone walking by. Wooyoung’s fingers circled her wrist, brows rising when his eyes came to land on her. She smiled, and he went back to looking around for whatever he was trying to find.

“Are you good at cooking?” he asked, bending down to inspect some green onions.

“Good enough to get by,” she said, taking his spot at the head of the cart to watch him move on to some mushrooms a bit down the aisle. “I like using a knife much more than I like actually cooking, honestly.”

Conversation paused as they continued further into the store, picking up only when they stopped walking again. “The point of this gathering is for you to meet the others and to talk about everything,” Woo said, hands on his hips as he looked over the various meats lined up in the coolers. “It would be a little hard to do that with you busy in the kitchen, no?”

“Well, not really.” Rora looked back at him. “I can talk and cut vegetables or whatever. And there’s always time while eating or after for everyone to talk. If you don’t want me in the kitchen, just say so, Youngie,” she said, bumping her elbow into his side.

“You have a point,” he murmured, inspecting a pack of pork belly. He threw a few into the cart before pulling her over to him and slinging his arm over her shoulder. “I would love to have you help me cook,” he said, rubbing his cheek against her own. “It'll be easier to sneak some kisses that way.”

She squealed when he pressed a wet, sloppy kiss to her cheek, pushing him away to wipe at her cheek. “Gross, Woo,” she said.

“You weren't calling my bodily fluids gross a week ago,” he said smugly.

She sighed out a laugh before pushing him away from her. “So, what are we making?” she asked again.

“Soup for one thing,” he said. “I was thinking we could grill up the pork belly and make wraps. Make some seasoned chives or something to have with it. I have some in the fridge that need to be used up soon.”

“Sounds yummy,” she said.

“Hell, let’s make a party of it and have some drinks,” he said, as they passed a liquor display, seemingly getting excited at the idea.

She hummed in agreement. “That’ll help the conversation flow easier, too,” she said.

“Exactly,” he said, jostling her around until she giggled. “Soju?”

“Sounds good,” she said. Then, a noise of excitement bubbled up from her throat and she turned to him with the full force of puppy dog eyes. “Can we get some fruits for dessert?”

He chuckled, eyes sweeping her face before nodding. “Sure, sweetheart,” he said, turning the cart to go back to the produce section.

The rest of grocery shopping went by quickly, and before she knew it, they were checking out and back at the car. Hongjoong was asleep, seat leaned back as far as it could go and arm thrown over his eyes to block out the sunlight. His tattoo was back on display, and she marveled at the unique design of it and how well it seemed to suit him.

“Time to wake up, daddy,” Wooyoung said, banging lightly on the roof of the car, cackling when the sleepy man startled. Ignoring his friend for the time being, Wooyoung opened the back door and ushered her inside.

Hongjoong simply sighed, stretched, and straightened up. “You’re just going to keep calling me that?” he asked, fixing his seat from its reclined position.

“You’re practically the father of this group,” Wooyoung said, hauling the groceries into the seat behind Hongjoong. “And I walked in on one of your partners calling you “daddy” last year, and I’m still not over it. So, yes - Daddy.”

Hongjoong groaned, buckling his seatbelt once more and starting the car. “I didn’t ask them to call me that,” he said with another sigh. “That was their own thing. And your own fault for just walking in.”

“I still don’t hear you saying you don’t like it,” Woo snickered as he sat beside her. He buckled himself in then reached for her belt, too.

“What?” Hongjoong said, barely sparing his friend a glance through the rearview mirror as he backed out of the parking spot. “You want me to fuck you too or something?”

“Would you?”

“You’re a bit too much of a brat for me,” Hongjoong said, and Wooyoung cackled.

She snorted and leaned into Wooyoung’s side. “Brat for sure,” she mused.

Wooyoung growled at her playfully, biting her shoulder until she yelped.

“Keep acting like a dog, and we’ll just have to get you a collar,” Hongjoong murmured off-handedly.

Wooyoung went quiet and she felt the shiver work through him. She looked at him, brow raised. ”What was it, Youngie? Being called a dog? Or the collar?” She hummed, nuzzling just under his ear, “I suppose you do like things around your throat, huh?” she said, voice low, and she giggled when his breathing hitched.

Hongjoong’s laughter rumbled low in his chest, and she flushed. She didn’t think he would hear what she said. “You’re a little menace, aren’t you?” he said, not even looking back, instead focusing on turning onto the next street. In the mirror she could see those perfect teeth sinking into his bottom lip, and she inhaled sharply, looking away.

Wooyoung cleared his throat, shifted in his seat. “Think Yunho and Mingi will let me watch later?” he asked. His tone was casual, but his cheeks were pink and his breathing just the slightest bit too fast.

“You know Mingi loves putting on a show,” Hongjoong said, voice so casual it sent her heart racing. “I’m sure he would even let the whole group watch.”

It was her turn to give a little shiver, the idea working its way into her brain with searing heat. The breath puffed out of her in a barely audible “oh”, cheeks flaring red.

“You like that, sweetheart?” Wooyoung asked, voice a mere rasp in her ears. When she didn’t (couldn’t) answer, he laughed and smoothed a hand down her thigh. His tan, vein-filled hand contrasted nicely against the black of her pants, but she wanted nothing more than for her pants to be gone. For that hand to be against bare skin. To grip tight until the flesh dimpled and turned red beneath his fingertips.

“Mind out of the gutter, horndogs,” Hongjoong said, turning once again and pulling the car to a stop. “We’re here.”

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