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🖤 Holding Back from You (hyunchanlix x reader part 3; stray kids x reader)

Crossposted under 2Babbies on Ao3 <3

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (WIP)

Pairings: established hyunchanlixreader, established background minsung, slight references to past hyunebini?

Words: 16220

Summary: Holding back from you is never easy for Chan. You and your boyfriends are aware of this fact when Chan suggests switching your dynamic and trying a new kink, hoping it might help him destress. You expect a challenge, but you, Felix, and Hyunjin are happy to try anything if it means helping your overworked boyfriend. (song quote and fic title are from Taylor Swift’s ‘Dress’)

Fluff + Smut + Humour + Slight Angst/Comfort

afab+fem!reader

CWs: nsfw, cringe jokes I’m sorry, insecure/burnt out chan, insults/swearing at each other (but with love), drinking alcohol (it’s wine babes; no dubcon they’re not even drunk), crying during sex, “tough love” treatment (might seem mean idk), gratuitous pet names, uhh this fic ended up being hyunchan focused but felix is loved too I promise 🫶🏻

Smut Tags: pegging, mommy/daddy kink (but like, not who you would expect?), discussing kink/kink exploration, dom/sub dynamics (sub!felix trying to dom, dom!chan trying to sub, soft and mean dom!reader, switch!hyunjin), communication during sex, color system for safewords, teasing, begging, praise, slight degradation, chan and felix are a little bratty, some dumbification, choking and breathplay (chan), virginity roleplay (hyunjin), rough sex/manhandling (chan), anal fingering, overstim, dacryphilia?? (no one’s really getting off on it, chan just needs to cry his feels out), chair sex, aftercare (including hyunlix in the background), cunnilingus, unsafe/unprotected sex (this is fiction, don’t be like these fools)

Taglist: @bookswillfindyouaway @rixenluv

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‘I’m spilling wine in the bathtub

You kiss my face and we’re both drunk

Everyone thinks that they know us

But they know nothing about

All of this silence and patience, pining in anticipation

My hands are shaking from holding back from you’

The coziness of Chan’s bedroom is unlike anything you have ever experienced. While not quiet, it brings you a certain tranquility that you have never quite been able to capture on your own. The downtime you spend in this room with your boyfriends has turned into little fragments of your own personal Heaven. You look forward to every second you can steal with them between their busy schedules. You are all together now, crammed into Chan’s bed with only the purple lights on the wall to illuminate you. Music is playing in the background, instrumental tracks Chan arranged himself. You recognize some of them as being released songs, and some are still only demos. Waiting for Chan to perfect them and release them to your beloved Stays.

Felix is closest to you, letting you use his chest as a pillow. His brow is furrowed as he reads something on his phone. You could turn your head and easily see his screen, but you are too tired to care. Chan is curled up on his other side, his nose brushing Felix’s shoulder as he mumbles tiredly. His cheek is smushed into the pillow and he is wearing his exhaustion, his face puffier from lack of sleep because of the upcoming album. Hyunjin is spooning him from behind, littering kisses onto his neck and shoulder as they chat drowsily. Their legs are tangled together, and Hyunjin is rubbing soothing circles over Chan’s stomach under his shirt. You are not fully listening to their whispered conversation, but you can see Chan’s playful smile and the slight quirk to Hyunjin’s pouty lips.

Felix speaks and rumbles your ear over his chest, “I don’t know how people only adopt one cat…”

“Stop looking at cats,” Hyunjin orders.

“But this one is named Sprinkle and she has a sister named Cupcake…”

“Baby,” You whisper, “You’re just gonna make yourself sad. You know you can’t adopt a kitten right now.”

“I could…”

Chan chuckles. You hear clattering and shouting in the kitchen as Jisung and Changbin begin to argue over something.

“I don’t think you should subject an animal to our chaos. It’s bad enough y/n has to deal with it.”

Hyunjin raises his head to frown at Chan.

“Are you comparing our girlfriend to a pet?”

“No,” Chan mutters.

“Meow,” You offer.

“She’s certainly as cute as a kitten,” Felix says.

“Am I?”

You flutter your eyelashes and Hyunjin sighs dreamily, nestling back into his spot with Chan.

“Yeah, my kitten,” Felix replies.

“I’ll be your kitten.”

“Discord kitten?”

Felix smirks at you and Hyunjin groans.

“Ugh, you ruined it.”

Chan snorts as you move to straddle Felix’s lap. Small hands come to rest on your back as you nuzzle your noses together.

“Anything for you, daddy.”

“No,” Hyunjin whines, “Don’t enable him.”

Felix tilts his head, his eyes glinting dangerously.

“Anything?”

Chan smacks your bottom, making you squeak and squirm in Felix’s lap.

“Be good, you two.”

“I didn’t do anything,” You whine, pouting at Felix.

Felix hums and squeezes your plush flesh where Chan had hit you.

“Poor kitten, he’s so mean to you.”

He, rather shamelessly, gropes your backside. You huff and reach back to grab his hands, halting his actions.

“Stop feeling me up.”

“You feel so good, though. I should make you my new stress ball.”

“Ugh, that’s the worst thing you’ve ever said!”

You move his hands up your back as they all laugh at your disappointment. You slump forward and Felix pulls you closer. He pecks a chaste kiss to the top of your head, a peace offering after his mischievous behavior. There is a long pause, a heavy silence that falls over the four of you. It is the kind of silence that usually melds into more silence, and leaves you feeling assured that there is nothing left unsaid. Today the silence does not carry on. You hear a sharp inhale from Chan before he quietly begins another conversation.

“I want to do something.”

“Like what?” Hyunjin replies.

“Like… a kink thing.”

“Right now?” Felix questions.

Chan is already flushed, but he quickly dissolves into a flustered mess at the bold assumption.

“N-Not now… Just… sometime soon, maybe…”

“What is it?” You ask.

The amount of kink exploration you and Chan had done together was not entirely extensive, but you thought you knew all of his preferences and aversions. The line for comfort was still vague in your relationships with Felix and Hyunjin though. Sure, you had established your boundaries at the start of sleeping together, but you were lovers now and were exploring uncharted territory. You can see Chan’s hesitation to continue, and his cautious glance at the bedroom door to ensure the others would not hear his soft confession.

“It’s, um… I’ve just been thinking of like… d-daddy kink stuff.”

You smile fondly at the nervous pitch in Chan’s tone. It is understandable why he would hesitate to bring it up; your group had only ever used ‘daddy’ as a joke. It was a bit of a joke to Chan himself, but you are suspecting now there was some truth behind his façade of mocking it.

“Oh?” Felix prompts, instantly intrigued by the suggestion.

Hyunjin nuzzles Chan’s neck and mumbles, “Oh, that’s not so bad. You’re so anxious, I thought you wanted to try something really extreme. Like, a car battery hooked to your nipples or something.”

You burst out laughing at Hyunjin’s chaotic remark and Felix stares at him, bewildered at what he just said. Chan is still in his own head, and still on course to ramble an explanation for himself.

“B-But not like the usual way. Like the opposite way.”

“What do you mean?” Hyunjin asks.

“L-Like, you don’t call me daddy. I call you daddy… o-o-or m-mommy- whatever you prefer… I think i-it might help me destress. But if it sounds like too much it’s fine, I just want to talk about it a bit- we don’t have to do anything.”

There is a pause that makes Chan hide his face in the crook of Felix’s neck. Felix pecks the top of his head while you give him a patient pat on the arm.

“Chan, do you want to bottom?” Felix eventually asks.

You have to laugh at the abruptness of it, and try to stifle it with your hand when Chan nods shyly into his shoulder. Hyunjin tsks and leaves a butterfly kiss on Chan’s shoulder as he murmurs:

“That’s what you’re nervous about? What, you think Felix and I can’t top you?”

“N-No, I just… I’m always domming everyone, so like… I didn’t want you to be disappointed.”

“Oh, Channie,” You coo.

“We wouldn’t be disappointed,” Felix assures, “And we’re happy to switch things up for you. Whoever you need, we want to make you feel good.”

Hyunjin hums in agreement.

“You always do it for us. Felix and I can manage to switch it up for you.”

You pout.

“What about me? Is pegging not on the table?”

Chan snickers and peeks up as you straighten in Felix’s lap and cross your arms. The youngest stares in confusion, only slightly less offended by your outburst than when Hyunjin brought up the car battery. Hyunjin in turn looks mildly perturbed.

“Since when do you peg us?” He asks.

“Since- whenever- I’ve pegged Channie before.”

“When?”

“I don’t know! A while ago!”

“You never peg me!”

“You never asked!”

“Alright, alright,” Felix interrupts, “Let’s put a pin in this. This is about Chan right now. We’ll come back to pegging later.”

Chan is laughing hysterically at you and Hyunjin as you throw your arms up in frustration. Your boyfriend glares softly in retaliation.

“We will be coming back to this,” Hyunjin asserts, “You were saying, Chan?”

Chan rolls onto his back, no longer hiding but still undeniably embarrassed by the conversation.

“Ah… I don’t like asking for what I want… I feel too… needy.”

“Do you know what you want?” You ask.

He shifts.

“Maybe…”

Hyunjin rests his head over Chan’s heart and lets one of his hands slip under the fabric covering his abs once again. Your mind gets sidetracked imagining Chan’s pattering heart, and how hot his flushed skin must be right now.

“You said you needed to destress,” Felix prompts, “Did you want us to treat it like a special occasion? Make it part of a selfcare day, or something?”

Chan strokes Hyunjin’s arm as he considers the option, then he nods hesitantly.

“Yeah, I think so… Um, it would be great if we were alone.”

“We can handle that,” Hyunjin assures, “We’ll make sure we have the house to ourselves.”

“Total privacy,” You reiterate, “No sneaking around. You’ll be able to fully let go.”

Chan swallows as he nods at the promise.

“Right.”

“Anything else, Channie?” Felix invites.

“No… I just want to make sure you’re all okay with it. If it’s too weird we don’t have to do it.”

“I’m into it,” You reply.

“Yeah, I’d be good with trying it,” Felix agrees.

“It’s not too weird, baby. We’re all comfortable, what’s important is that you’re ready to trust us,” Hyunjin says.

“I am… It’s just so hard for me to calm down lately. I-If there’s something you can do to make me relax before we try it, I think it would help a lot.”

“We’ll take care of you, Channie,” You purr, caressing his cheek, “We’ll be gentle with you. You’ll love it, I promise.”

“Thank you…”

“Just let us take care of it,” Hyunjin adds, “You can just sit back and look pretty.”

“Ah… You know that’s not always one of my strengths…”

“You can do it,” Felix insists, “You’ve got the looking pretty part mastered already.”

Chan shakes his head, then whines when Hyunjin tucks his face into his neck and begins littering kisses there.

“Channie you’re so cute, what do you mean?”

“A-Ah, I dunno…”

He squirms from the attention Hyunjin is giving him. Your head perks up as Jisung enters the room.

“Yo, what are you guys doing?”

“Talking about pegging,” You answer nonchalantly.

Felix chokes while Hyunjin stops his assault on Chan’s neck to sit up and point at you.

“We will be talking about it. Prepare yourself.”

“Okay.”

“I’m serious.”

Jisung clicks his tongue.

“Well, alright. Supper is ready, you sexy freaks. Come get it before Bin eats it all.”

Hyunjin leaves one last kiss on Chan’s cheek before scooting off the bed. Chan makes a show of wiping his neck and face clean before the three of you follow your boyfriend out of the room.

It is later that same week that you, Felix, and Hyunjin put your plan into action. Chan is preoccupied in his bedroom, headphones on as he works away at his laptop. You peek in his doorway, noting his comfy sweats and the large black hoodie he threw on before resigning himself to editing his newest tracks. He does not notice you, too immersed in his work, so you find your other boyfriends in Hyunjin’s room and give them a thumbs up.

“He’s very stressed.”

Felix snorts.

“Why did that get a thumbs up?”

“Because this would be the perfect time to help him destress?”

Hyunjin throws a mocking thumbs up.

“Our boyfriend is having a bad time.”

Felix follows suit.

“Our boyfriend has anxiety!”

“Okay, dicks.”

You are still smiling despite their jokes. They meet you in the doorway, and Felix nods down the hall.

“I’ll take care of Han, if you two can get rid of Bin?”

“Can do,” Hyunjin whispers.

He follows your lead to the kitchen, where Changbin is making a snack. Hyunjin quietly leans against the counter, failing to look casual as he poses suavely. You roll your eyes at his shenanigans and clear your throat before speaking up.

“Hey, Bin.”

Changbin looks over his shoulder, assesses Hyunjin’s pose, then nods at you.

“Oh, hey.”

“What are you up to?”

“Just going to eat something then head to the gym for a bit. You?”

You smirk at Hyunjin as he tries to lounge against the counter, and instead accidentally knocks over a metal bowl that loudly clangs when it hits the floor. Changbin slowly turns, his brow gently furrowed as Hyunjin scrambles to tidy it up.

“We’re, uh,” Hyunjin clears his throat, “We’re just gonna hang out here.”

“Oh yeah? Doing what?”

Changbin smiles innocently, but you see a knowing glint in his eyes when Hyunjin blushes at the question.

“You know. Doing something special together.”

“Something sexy?”

Hyunjin sputters.

“Maybe,” You tease.

“And you didn’t invite me?”

You cock your eyebrow up and look at Hyunjin, who falters before responding, “I didn’t know… You’d be into it…”

Changbin rolls his eyes.

“Well, you know, I’m open-minded?”

You giggle as Hyunjin covers his face and Changbin casually begins packing up his snack.

“Well, Bin, why don’t we talk about it sometime? Maybe then we’ll ask you to join us?” You offer.

Changbin keeps his back to you, but you can see the tips of his ears reddening.

“U-Um, it’s okay…”

Hyunjin tilts his head as Changbin finishes and steps past you swiftly, his head lowered to hide his flushed cheeks.

“I’ll, uh, spend some extra time at the gym. Stay out of your way.”

“You may want to catch a movie after that. Just to be safe,” You suggest playfully.

“Ah. Understood.”

Jisung leans in the doorway with his overnight bag as Changbin exits, and calls after him:

“Min’s on his way, if you want a drive. And, you know, somewhere to sleep for the night.”

“Yeah, I’ll be ready in a second.”

Jisung faces you and Hyunjin then shakes his head.

“Sexy freaks.”

“Takes one to know one,” Hyunjin shoots back.

Jisung grins and blows him a kiss before walking away.

Once Changbin and Jisung have left, you and Felix take on the task of separating Chan from his laptop while Hyunjin takes care of other matters. You enter Chan’s room carefully. He is on the floor now, back supported against his bed as he listens to his work. You can see him replaying the track on loop, brow furrowed as he searches for the missing piece. Felix kneels on the bed, drawing Chan’s attention as he feels the shift behind him. He looks over his shoulder and smiles, pulling down his headphones to hear you.

“Hey.”

“Hi, baby,” You greet as you sit beside him.

Felix sits behind him and dances his fingers over his shoulders before finding a troublesome knot and working at it. You caress Chan’s arm and offer him a sympathetic smile as he sighs and slumps in his spot.

“Tired?” Felix asks.

“No… just frustrated…”

You slide your hand over to rub his chest, your gaze softening as his eyebrows pinch.

“Ready for a break?” You suggest.

“Um… maybe a short one.”

He notes the silent agreement that happens when you and Felix lock eyes.

“Ah.”

“Channie,” Felix begins, as you slowly close his laptop and pull it from his lap, “This can wait until tomorrow, yeah?”

“U-Um, m’not sure…”

Felix is still working away his tension, humming softly to himself as he targets a particularly difficult spot. You feign disappointment, tsking in Chan’s ear before you gently catch his lobe between your teeth. He groans, lets you nip behind his jawline and tease his earrings with light flicks of your tongue.

“Please, Channie?”

“Mhm, well…”

You leave his side, hiding his laptop in his dresser drawer as Felix speaks in his ear.

“You deserve a break. Come on, let’s go.”

Chan offers little protest, he knows how futile it is at this point. When he stands you return to his side and take his hands, guiding him to follow you down the hall. Felix follows close behind. He loops his arms around Chan’s middle and pecks the back of his head with each step. You lead Chan to the bathroom, where Hyunjin has been hard at work.

A steamy bubble bath is waiting for Chan when you enter. Hyunjin is changing through playlists on his phone, stuck on making a decision when the three of you enter. He is wearing nothing but a pair of black silk pajama pants, giving you clear view of his muscled upper body and a not so subtle peek at the outline of his cock under the fabric. Chan pauses to drink him in before shyly looking away.

“You didn’t have to do all this… for me…”

“Oh trust, there’s more,” Felix sings.

You tug gently at the bottom of Chan’s sweater and kiss his shoulder.

“Strip down, baby. We have lots planned for you.”

“Oh, I forgot,” Hyunjin curses himself, “Hold on.”

He decides on a playlist and breezes out of the room while Chan pulls off his sweater. He chuckles when Felix snaps the band of his sweats.

“Don’t wait on him. Get to it, please.”

“Wow, bossy.”

“I said please.”

Chan obliges, strips himself down and eases himself into the tub with a giggle when you take his hand and help him in. You kiss the top of his head as Felix undresses, then comes to sit behind him in the water. They settle in and you perch on the edge of the tub to admire them when Hyunjin returns. He holds an open bottle of wine and two nice glasses between his fingers.

“Oh, Jin,” Chan protests, “Don’t waste your good stuff on me.”

Hyunjin gapes.

“It would not be a waste, and I decide what occasions are worth my wine.”

You roll your eyes.

“He means: this moment is special and we thought a glass might mellow you out. But if you don’t want it, or you don’t want us to drink, we can save it for another time.”

Chan chuckles.

“No, wine is good. I’ll have some. It, uh, still feels a bit excessive to bring it out just for me.”

“Just for you,” Felix breathes as he bunches his hair in one hand and reaches the other out to Hyunjin, “You’re adorably humble sometimes, you know, Chris?”

Hyunjin hands him a hair tie then gives you and Chan the two glasses of wine. Chan only blushes and takes a sip to avoid the compliment, while you inspect the maroon liquid sloshing around in your glass.

“Candles,” Hyunjin announces, speaking his thoughts, “It’s time for candles.”

Chan laughs as Hyunjin leaves the room again. You take a sip of your glass then hand it off to Felix, who takes a generous swig before smacking a wet kiss to Chan’s shoulder blade.

“Relax, babe. Lean back a bit. I’ve got you.”

Chan lets out a dramatic little sigh but obeys the order. He lets Felix pull him so his head is resting in his shoulder, and so he sinks more into the water. Felix’s arm wraps tight around his middle. Chan leaves his wine glass on the edge of the tub, and lets himself unwind a little more. You giggle when Felix tilts his head back to take another sip, then nuzzles his nose into Chan’s hair.

“You’re overdue for a good break.”

Chan sighs.

“Seems that way…”

Hyunjin enters the room again with a flourish, dropping a handful of pretty candles on the sink and brandishing a lighter. Chan pinches the bridge of his nose but stifles his complaints. You gather some bubbles from the water and teasingly blow them at Hyunjin. He whips around and flicks the lighter in your direction, three times, until it catches.

“Hey!”

“No,” Chan scolds, “Please, no.”

“We’re supposed to be helping Chan relax,” Felix adds, “What the hell guys?”

“Don’t bring bubbles to a lighter fight,” Hyunjin defends.

“Don’t light your girlfriend on fire,” You argue.

Hyunjin lights the candles and casts a glance at you over his shoulder.

“Aren’t you going to get changed?”

“Oh, right. I just wore it under my pjs.”

Chan’s eyebrow lilts slightly.

“‘It?’”

You stand and pull off your top, revealing the bra of your lingerie set. You grin as you catch their attention, Hyunjin even pauses for a moment to give you an once over before continuing his candle lighting. You shimmy your bottoms off and fluff the skirt as it comes untucked. The black satin set is a one-piece, with lace details along the sides. The top is secured in the front with a large bow of ribbon, and tied around your waist is the silky skirt giving the illusion of a dress. You do a little spin and pose as Chan’s hungry eyes take you in.

“Baby, how long were you hiding that from us?”

“Wasn’t a secret for Jinnie or Lix. Look, we match,” You say, tugging at Hyunjin’s pants and gesturing to your own fabric.

“You do. You look lovely.”

“You like it, baby?”

“I do.”

“Good,” Hyunjin purrs as he sets some of the candles on the corner of the tub, “We got something for you as well.”

Felix interrupts Chan as he opens his mouth:

“Don’t say we shouldn’t have. You deserve it, and it’s a treat for us too.”

Chan smiles wryly and responds, “I’m looking forward to it.”

“Good answer,” Felix whispers.

“Now,” Hyunjin states when he finishes arranging the candles to his liking, “I have some things to finish setting up in my bedroom. I’ll leave you with our darlings to get nice and relaxed, and I’ll come get you when it’s ready. Deal?”

Hyunjin leans down to share a sweet kiss with Chan, who hums in agreement. Hyunjin rests one hand on his chest, then lets it wander up to his shoulder.

“Oh, Channie, you’re still so tense. Why don’t you let Lixie massage that out, hm?”

“Ah, o-okay.”

Hyunjin smiles and takes his leave, turning off the lights as he exits the room. The candles are all that remain to dimly illuminate the space. Felix takes another sip of his wine before handing the glass back to you. You take a seat on the edge of the tub and cross your legs, then prop yourself up with an arm behind you as you watch the two of them. Felix cracks his knuckles and hums in thought as his palms slide over Chan’s shoulders.

“Let’s see, where should I start? What’s sore, baby?”

“Honestly, everywhere is.”

Felix chuckles.

“Oh, well I’ll just start here… and then I’ll make my way everywhere else, hm? Sound good?”

Chan laughs breathlessly and nods.

“Yeah… Thank you.”

“Don’t need to thank me.”

Felix begins his careful but firm massage of Chan’s muscles. He is diligent in the task, only pausing to peck kisses and murmur sweet praises with each knot he works through. Chan’s brow furrows a bit, and he cannot help the little moans and grunts that Felix draws with his deft hands. You leisurely sip your wine and watch them over the glass, locking eyes with Chan as he melts from the attention.

“Drink your wine, honey,” You instruct gently.

Chan’s eyelids flutter and he nods as he picks up the glass and shakily brings it to his lips. You can see his composure cracking as Felix successfully works out the weeks of stress that have literally been weighing on his shoulders. You tilt your head as Chan sighs softly and lets his head fall back on Felix’s shoulder. Felix takes the opportunity to kiss his neck, and smiles into it as Chan groans.

“Feel better?” You ask.

“M’yeah.”

Felix slides his hands around his middle and tentatively squeezes his chest. You giggle as one of his hands slips down to prod at his ribs, while the other cups over his heart.

“Felix.”

“Yes?”

“Stop grabbing me there.”

Felix slides his hands down, but still dances his fingers teasingly over Chan’s sides.

“You don’t like it? You have such pretty tits Chan.”

You wear a satisfied smile when Chan flushes, rosy from his face all the way down his torso where his lower half disappears into the soapy water. He goes to take another sip of his drink and squirms when Felix begins tracing the lines of his abdomen.

“So, so, pretty Channie.”

“Mhm.”

“Don’t you agree?”

Chan looks expectantly at you, but you only cock your eyebrow.

“Answer him, lovely.”

“Oh,” Chan stutters, “U-Uh, I guess. If you think so.”

“Tch, baby,” Felix sighs in Chan’s ear, “You’re so perfect. I just want to hear you say it.”

Felix’s hands begin roaming lower, under the water. Chan’s breath hitches and his legs part on instinct. You can see Felix teasing him, ghosting his touch over his thighs and expertly avoiding Chan’s arousal. Felix continues:

“I want you to say it, Chan. Tell me how pretty you are, then I’ll give you what you want.”

Chan swallows thickly and looks at you. You gaze at him through your eyelashes as you lazily drop one of your hands into the water. You do the same as Felix, groping and lightly scratching the inside of his thigh then doing nothing more. 

“Don’t you want us to touch you, Chan?” You prompt.

Chan inhales deeply and turns his face to the side, unable to look at either of you as he considers the task.

“You’ll… touch… I just have to say it?”

“Just say it,” Felix assures, “And be a good boy. We’ll do whatever you ask.”

“A-Ah, okay,” Chan whispers, “Mh-Mhm, m’pretty…”

You laugh softly.

“Again, baby. Tell us more.”

“Hah… I don’t… Can’t…”

“Sure you can,” Felix teases, “You always say it to us. Certainly, you can say it about yourself?”

Chan shakes his head.

“Mhm…”

“‘Channie is so, so, pretty,’” You purr, “Can you repeat that? Say it nice and loud for us?”

You pat his leg and retract your hand from the water. Chan whimpers and ducks his head, squeezing his eyes shut when you grab his chin and tilt his head up again.

“Ch-Channie’s… S-So pret-ty…”

“Good boy,” You coo.

Chan huffs as Felix’s hands remain unmoving.

“Y-You’re not seriously going to make me say it again?”

Felix grins.

“Of course not, that was perfect.”

“Th-then why-”

“I told you, we’ll do what you ask. I haven’t heard you ask for it.”

“Felix, please, touch me.”

Chan jolts as Felix fulfills his request. His hips buck as Felix strokes his length, making him fill out in his hand. He groans as Felix grabs his hips and pulls him flush against him.

“You like that?”

“M-Mhm.”

You watch the smirk grow on Felix’s face before he whispers, “Yeah? Tell daddy how much you like it.”

“Oh, fuck,” Chan gasps.

His wine glass topples, and you catch it before it can shatter on the porcelain. This does not save the contents from spilling into the tub, red swirling in the soapy water. Chan shudders and watches it through his lashes as Felix kisses up his neck. You set the empty glass aside and sip your wine.

“I’m waiting,” Felix insists.

Chan groans.

“I like it, Lix. Feels good.”

“Hm? Again?”

Chan curses under his breath at the torturous rhythm enveloping his cock.

“Lix- d-daddy- I like it.”

His body quivers when you grab his chin and tilt his head up to face you.

“Spilled your wine, baby.”

“I-I know, m’sorry.”

“It’s okay, I can share.”

You lovingly brush away a stray hair curling against his forehead. You take a mouthful of wine then lean in to kiss Chan. He moans and returns it eagerly, allowing some of the drink to seep from the corner of his lips. You can feel it run down his chin, and catch his wrist when he reaches up to wipe it away. You draw back with a teasing smile as the red drips down his chest.

“You’re making a mess, honey.”

Chan is given no chance to consider his reply. Felix turns his head and licks his chin clean. Chan groans and watches Felix trail messy kisses down his chest to lap up the stray drops.

“Wow,” Hyunjin voices from the doorway, “Are you having fun?”

Chan whimpers as Felix paws at his chest. Hyunjin comes to stand behind you, leaning against the wall as he observes with you. You wordlessly hand him your glass to finish it off while you watch Chan’s reactions. He squirms when Felix laps at his nipple, then arches his back when Felix’s hands settle around his waist instead of jerking him off.

“Please… Pl-ease, Lix…”

Felix chuckles, a little meanly and looks up to study Chan’s fucked out expression.

“Learn some patience, baby.”

Felix threads his fingers in the dampened curls at the base of Chan’s neck and guides him into a kiss. Chan makes another pitiful sound and turns to meet him properly for it, caging Felix between his arms as he follows him up against the wall. For a second, you think he might try to take the lead, but Hyunjin spoils his plans by running a hand over his broad shoulders then pulling him away from Felix. Felix huffs and pinches his tongue between his teeth as he watches Hyunjin lean in to whisper in Chan’s ear.

“I’m sorry to interrupt, baby. It’s time to get out and see what else we have planned for you.”

Chan nods, sits back to give Felix space to get out of the bath. Hyunjin helps Felix out, giving you the opportunity to guide Chan closer to you. He rests his head against your side, then sinks down to nuzzle your thigh as you run your fingers through his hair. You loop your arm over his shoulder and give him a gentle pat.

“Good, baby?”

“Tired… and hard.”

You laugh and slide your hand to his chin to tilt his head up.

“We’ll take care of you. Don’t worry, sweetheart.”

Chan swallows and nods, eyes fluttering as you carefully close your grip around his throat. Felix smirks as he leaves in a towel, and Hyunjin begins the task of blowing out the candles.

“M’so lucky to have you,” Chan confesses, his eyes soft and searching as you gaze down at him in the dim light.

“We’re lucky to have you too, Chan. We wouldn’t have each other without you.”

He blinks slowly, his eyes glassy as your words settle in.

“It’s true,” Hyunjin agrees, “You’ve brought so much love into our lives. You’re amazing, Chan.”

You caress Chan’s cheek as he smiles bashfully.

“M’not… not that amazing…”

“Yes you are,” Hyunjin argues, “And we’re going to show you. Come here.”

Chan laughs as he extends his arms to Hyunjin, who guides him out of the water with a fond smile. He quickly hands him a fluffy towel and uses another to pat him dry. You ease up from your perch, setting Chan’s forgotten wine glass next to Hyunjin’s on the sink counter. When you turn back, Hyunjin and Chan are kissing. Chan’s arms are looped around his back, pulling him closer as their lips melt together. Hyunjin drops the towel he was holding then slides his hands up Chan’s front, before they settle on his broad shoulders. Slowly, they part and Hyunjin sighs. He takes Chan’s face in his hands and confirms his gaze before gently speaking.

“Are you okay? Still good?”

“Mhm, m’good.”

“We can stop whenever you need to, honey. Okay? We can just cuddle or take a break if you get tired.”

Chan nods.

“Thank you. I’ll let you know.”

Hyunjin grins.

“Let’s go, Lix is waiting for us.”

Chan catches your attention before leaving. You meet him for a sweet kiss then pat his bottom gently to usher him into the hall.

Felix is waiting in the bedroom when the three of you enter, playing on his phone. He is lounging in the middle of the bed, wearing the silk button-up that matches Hyunjin’s pants and a pair of boxers. The shirt is big, just barely covers his firm thighs and gives the illusion of nothing underneath when Felix shifts to sit up. He sets his phone aside and smirks when Chan pauses to take him in. You hear his sharp inhale and watch his eyes drink in every sliver of Felix’s skin not covered in the black fabric. Felix has left the top buttons undone to tease you all with a peek at his chest.

You giggle and push Chan toward the bed. He stumbles forward with a grunt, and lets you spin him around before he falls on the edge of the bed. He blinks up at you when you cup his cheeks, then shudders under your gaze. Felix moves in behind him, wraps his arms around his middle and pulls his back to his chest. Felix winks at you then teasingly pecks Chan’s ear.

“Mhm, how are you feeling?”

Chan swallows and responds gruffly.

“G-Good…”

Felix chuckles and lets his hands roam over Chan’s chest. Chan sighs and leans back, fully relaxing into Felix’s embrace. His head falls back into the crook of his arm as Felix cradles him gently and gazes down at him.

“You took so long to come in here. Did ya miss me?”

Chan’s eyes twinkle. In moments like this he would usually grin and respond with a flirty quip that would disarm Felix’s cockiness. This time his lip trembles before he whispers his response.

“Yes…”

Felix smiles and offers a sympathetic hum before kissing Chan’s forehead. Chan’s eyebrows pinch gently and he melts at the gesture. His fingers curl in the silk shirt and he lets his eyes flutter shut, pouting gently as Felix presses more lingering kisses over his face. You watch Hyunjin observe them before retrieving a gift box from beside the bed. You ease onto the bed beside them and rest your hand on Chan’s warm chest, feeling his erratic heartbeat. Chan whimpers when Felix finally kisses him deeply on his lips.

“Missed you too,” Felix murmurs, “My sweetheart.”

Chan takes a shuddery breath when Hyunjin straddles his lap. Felix leans back and lets Chan slump against him. Chan groans gently as Hyunjin leans forward and pecks his lips sweetly. Chan’s hazy eyes glance over the box when Hyunjin breaks away. You can see the protest forming in his mind before Hyunjin gently places his finger over his lips.

“My lovely boy,” Hyunjin purrs.

Chan moans softly and squeezes his eyes shut. He shivers and nods, encouraging Hyunjin to continue. Hyunjin smirks as Chan squirms beneath him in anticipation, and that delicious warmth creeps across his skin. Chan whines when you cup his chin and tease your thumb across his plush bottom lip.

“You’re such a good boy,” You whisper.

Hyunjin hums and grazes his hand against Chan’s cheek as he admires his embarrassed expression.

“Don’t you agree? Chan?”

Chan laughs softly as Felix’s hands begin roaming over his sides.

“Y-Yeah…”

Hyunjin slides his hand down to cup the back of Chan’s neck. His eyes finally flutter open, and his breath catches as your fingers slip through his hair.

“You’re going to be good for us?” Hyunjin continues.

Chan whimpers and jolts at the stimulation of all of your hands on him. He nods, exhaling a shaky breath as Hyunjin begins opening the box. Felix lovingly rubs his hand over Chan’s abs as Hyunjin pulls a black leather choker from the box. Chan shakily inhales as your hand caresses his flushed neck.

“Do you like it?” You ask softly.

Hyunjin takes his time unfastening the loop as Chan collects himself.

“I do…”

“It’s special, just for you,” Hyunjin murmurs.

Chan nods as Hyunjin gently fastens the choker around his neck. The leather connects at the front of the collar with a loose chain and a heart-shaped loop. Hyunjin hooks his finger into that loop with a soft smirk as Chan’s face burns from the attention.

“Suits you,” Felix whispers as he gently scratches his nails over Chan’s bare chest.

Chan makes a soft sound and looks up with loving eyes. Hyunjin pulls slowly, guiding Chan to straighten up as the collar tightens around his neck. Hyunjin teases him with a peck on the forehead and secures the chain between his fingers.

“You’re such a pretty boy,” Hyunjin praises, making Chan’s hips jump beneath him, “So pretty.”

“Yeah,” Chan breathes.

Hyunjin chuckles and keeps Chan in place as he tilts his head up to meet his gaze.

“Remember what I said?”

Chan blinks as he tries to form a response, a little dazed at the pressure around his neck.

“Mhn…”

“I promised to show you how amazing you are. Are you ready?”

“Yes, please.”

“So polite,” Hyunjin coos as he pecks his lips, “So good for mommy.”

Chan hesitates as he registers Hyunjin’s words. You and Felix smirk and move off the bed as Hyunjin grabs Chan’s shoulders and kisses him, shoving him onto the mattress in the process. Chan moans and grabs Hyunjin’s hips as they roll against his. He returns the kiss eagerly and lets out a muffled groan as Hyunjin tugs on the chain. Chan tenses for a few seconds then relaxes, writhing slowly and desperately moaning underneath Hyunjin. Hyunjin pulls back with a sigh as Chan pants heavily. Hyunjin attempts to move in again but pauses when Chan puts his hand on his chest. Hyunjin’s eyes widen and he swallows thickly.

“Are you okay? Was that too much?”

Chan laughs breathlessly.

“N-No- yeah, but- j-just need a second…”

Hyunjin hesitantly brushes a curl out of Chan’s face, visibly worried when Chan grasps his wrist. Chan ducks his flushed face and huffs softly. Hyunjin watches patiently as Chan wipes his free hand over his face, then his face dawns with realization.

“Oh…”

Chan mumbles something, causing you and Felix to gently move in to hear him.

“What was that, Chris?” Felix whispers, voice careful and sweet.

“I… came…”

“Oh,” You echo, grinning at Hyunjin as he suppresses a humble smile.

Chan huffs out a laugh as Felix pats his chest.

“I guess you liked it?”

“I-I wasn’t expecting… him to call himself…”

Hyunjin eases off Chan’s lap and gingerly removes his towel, carefully wiping him clean.

“Mommy?”

Chan shudders and nods. You guide his head to rest on your thigh and run your thumb over the bridge of his nose as he catches his breath. Hyunjin tosses the towel on the bed carelessly and leans back with a sigh, tangling his legs with Chan’s as he looks him over. 

Hyunjin smirks softly and murmurs, “Sorry I’m so sexy.”

“M’sorry…”

Felix frowns and braces his arms on either side of Chan, forcing his gaze.

“Why are you sorry?”

Chan covers his face with his hand, interrupting your soothing touch.

“I don’t know, I’m embarrassed…”

You pull his hand away so Felix can peck his forehead before assuring him.

“Don’t be, baby… You didn’t do anything wrong…”

Hyunjin gently strokes Chan’s leg with a fond smile, watching as Felix pecks kisses down to Chan’s chest and you lovingly trace his jawline. Chan is still flushed from all the attention, and looks up at you with a heavy gaze. You give him a reassuring smile and pet his cheek.

“Why don’t you take a little break?”

“I think that would be best…”

Hyunjin hums in agreement.

“We haven’t been very fair to you, have we? Is it too much attention, baby?”

Chan hums softly, nuzzling his cheek against your lap as Felix sits up.

“He deserves it, though,” Felix assures, smirking as Chan shakes his head, “Don’t worry, Chan. You’re still our good boy.”

Chan laughs shyly.

“Stop…”

You giggle and let him turn to hide his face in your skirt. Felix rubs his back and snuggles closer to him.

“Mhm, but Chris…”

“N-No ‘but Chris’, be good…”

“Daddy doesn’t have to be good.”

“Oh my god…”

“Okay,” You cut in, playfully pushing Felix away, “Don’t overwhelm him. Come here, baby.”

You lead Chan to rest his head in the pillows and tuck him under the blanket, all the while glaring softly at Felix as he smiles smugly and rolls his eyes. You smirk and kiss Chan’s temple as you pat his chest.

“Just relax, baby.”

Chan laughs softly and rubs your arm drowsily.

“I’m very relaxed.”

You turn to face Hyunjin and Felix, noting the shudder that runs through the former when your eyes flick between them. Hyunjin is fidgeting now, anxiously avoiding your gaze. You snap your fingers then beckon Felix closer, which makes him blink in surprise.

“Lix, Hyune and I have something to take care of. Can you cuddle Channie- and be good?”

Hyunjin shudders and watches Felix begrudgingly crawl up beside your boyfriend.

“I’m always good…”

Chan snorts when Felix collapses in his arms and happily nuzzles his neck.

“You’re a little monster,” Chan mumbles, eyelashes fluttering as Felix settles in against him.

“Well, you’re gay.”

Chan wheezes.

“Real mature…”

You pat Felix’s bottom and quip, “Says the one dressed like Winnie the Pooh.”

Chan and Hyunjin cackle as Felix bats you away, then pulls his shirt down to better cover his ass.

“Shut up and put your dick on.”

You giggle and step away from the bed, not without catching the perplexed look on Chan’s face and Hyunjin’s breathless chuckle.

“Oh, so… pegging?” Chan concludes.

Hyunjin flusters and falls forward on the bed, curling into a ball and hiding his face in the blanket.

“Don’t be so casual about it!”

Chan blinks slowly, obviously not expecting Hyunjin’s reaction. He then smirks as Hyunjin rises, cheeks flushed and lips pressed into an anxious frown.

“Are you nervous?”

“N-No…”

“You shouldn’t be, you’re used to taking it-”

“Christopher,” Hyunjin wheezes in warning.

Chan bites his lip to conceal his troublesome smirk. Felix chuckles and snuggles up to Chan, getting comfortable as he watches you retrieve your strap from beside the bed. Chan tucks his arm behind his head and relaxes as his other arm snakes around Felix’s waist. You note Hyunjin quietly gnawing on his lip, and his eyes widen as they meet yours. You raise your eyebrow as you equip your strap, letting your eyes travel shamelessly over Hyunjin’s flushed chest as you lift your skirt to adjust the toy. You smirk as Hyunjin covers his face and falls dramatically to the bed, his arousal very present beneath his pants.

“Baby…”

You hum in response, taking your time fishing lube out of the drawer as Hyunjin flusters.

“You’re so nervous, Hyunjinnie,” Chan coos.

“You’re acting like you’ve never had sex before,” Felix teases.

Hyunjin huffs as he meets their eyes.

“I know I’ve had sex before. I know I’ve bottomed before. But I haven’t done it like this before.”

“Like what?” Felix presses with a mischievous little glint in his eyes.

“Like… with her. It’s different.”

You ease beside Hyunjin on the bed. Slowly, as if sudden movements may startle him away. You lean close with a knowing smirk as he turns to face you with a pout.

“Do you feel like a virgin again, Hyune?”

Hyunjin shudders at your words and makes a mindless sound, something between a moan and a warble of embarrassment. Your lips widen into a grin as you stalk closer, following him as he slowly leans back on his elbows. His eyes flutter as you lean in, close enough that your breath washes over his faltering lips. He gapes for a moment and clears his throat before managing a husky reply.

“I don’t know…”

“I think you do, baby,” You whisper, just loud enough for Felix and Chan to hear as well, “Are you ready for daddy?”

Chan groans and throws his head back. It thunks against the headboard and he splutters curses, disrupting the tension between you and Hyunjin. You both pause to watch him whine, and Felix- while suppressing a laugh- cup Chan’s aching head to his chest. He eventually breaks when Chan dramatically wails and wipes away his tears. Felix kisses his forehead and gently rubs the back of his neck as he cackles.

“Are you okay, babe?” Hyunjin asks with a fond sigh.

Chan whimpers and shakes his head, then mumbles, “Hurts s’much…”

“Do we- should we take a break?” Felix asks.

Hyunjin shrugs and answers, “Chan’s call.”

Chan huffs and melts into Felix’s touch.

“God, my head…”

“I wasn’t gonna say anything, but yeah, it’s been pretty bad lately,” Felix murmurs.

Chan gasps and shoves him down to the bed, making Felix squeal as Chan jostles him.

“What was that?”

“Nothing! Nothing!”

Felix laughs and accepts the barrage of kisses Chan peppers over his face. Hyunjin sighs and throws his hand over his face as he sinks into the bedsheets. You smile patiently and watch him shift his hips.

“I’m embarrassed to still be hard after that joke…”

“Don’t worry,” You assure Hyunjin, “I’m hard too.”

Hyunjin laughs then swats your thigh.

“Yours isn’t real!”

“Yes it is.”

“No, it’s not!”

You straddle his lap, making him lift his hand and blink at you with wide eyes.

“Let’s see what you think after trying it out. You can let me know if it feels real or not.”

Hyunjin lets out a breathy laugh as you brace your hands over his shoulders. His hands grip your hips while his eyes wander down to your chest; they follow the curves of your stomach until they land on the bulge of the toy beneath your skirt. His eyes flick back to yours again and he bites his lip as you tilt your head at him. You both glance up as Felix moans. He is sprawled out on the bed, shirt pulled open just enough so Chan can lap at his exposed nipple. Hyunjin huffs at the sight of Chan’s face buried in Felix’s chest.

“Chaaan,” Felix drawls, “You’re missing- mhmmm- them...”

Chan chuckles and licks along Felix’s sternum.

“I’m keeping an eye on them, don’t worry.”

“You really suck at domming, Lix,” You remark.

“Sh-hah-ut u-up,” Felix barely manages through an airy moan.

Chan meets your gaze as he nips at Felix’s shuddering chest.

“Enjoying the show?” He purrs.

Hyunjin scoffs.

“Stop being a distraction.”

Chan raises his head to stick his tongue out at Hyunjin and you giggle.

“Be good, Channie,” You warn, “It’s your turn after Hyunjin.”

Chan sighs and leans back, letting Felix gently push him off so they can both sit back and watch.

“Try not to concuss yourself this time,” Hyunjin demands.

Chan rolls his eyes and looks at Felix as his finger curls into the ring of his collar. Chan cocks his eyebrow and not so subtly eyes up Felix’s lips.

“Oh, you’re gonna keep me in line now?”

“I’m doing my best,” Felix whines.

“Both of you, behave,” You order.

Chan grumbles and shoves his face into Felix’s chest, who responds with a giggle as he plays with Chan’s collar. You hum softly, drawing Hyunjin’s attention back to you as you drink in the sight of his bulge under your lap. He swallows as you lean down, pressing him against the mattress.

“Still nervous, baby?”

“A little…”

“What’s making you nervous?”

You trace your fingers down his chest, over the lines of his abdomen. You can feel every stutter of his breath in this position. Hyunjin inhales shakily, his eyes lidded as he watches your hand go lower and lower.

“It’s different. New.”

“Scared you won’t like it?”

“N-No, of course not, I just…”

He trails off as your touch pauses at the hem of his pants and you meet his uncertain eyes.

“You can change your mind, I’ll stop.”

Hyunjin swallows and closes his eyes.

“I want this. I know that for sure so… don’t let me convince you otherwise.”

“Look at me, Hyunjin.”

He does. His eyes flutter open and meet your gaze, pupils blown wide as you lean in. You brush away the strands of hair clinging to his clammy skin, then cup his cheek as you lean in for a kiss. He returns it with a quiet moan, lets you press him into the sheets without protest as the kiss deepens. He inhales sharply when your tongue breaches his mouth and lets out a soft grunt as your fingers cup his chin. The kiss becomes messy and uncoordinated as you grind down in his lap, and you slowly part with a satisfied smirk. 

Hyunjin throws his arm over his face and groans. You do little to help him catch his breath as you press your hips down harder. You watch the perspiration collect on his temple and the heat rise in his cheeks as his body writhes beneath yours. He wipes his hand over his face and sobs into it softly as you rut your cocks together.

“Good?”

“Mhh.”

You giggle mischievously as he smiles at you, smitten and flustered.

“I meant it when I asked: do you feel like a virgin again?”

Hyunjin whimpers and shifts, failing to avoid your gaze as you cradle his face.

“Mhm…”

“Don’t go silent on me yet, baby,” You coo, “Answer me. Do you want daddy to fuck you like a virgin?”

Hyunjin releases a slow breath, his eyes rolling with the torturous motion of your hips.

“I want- fuck- yes.”

“Ah, Hyune. You’re so pretty like this.”

You glance up at Chan and Felix as they watch. Chan has Felix pulled into his lap, his nose is nestled in the crook of his shoulder as he observes. Felix fingers are pressed gently between his teeth, easing his anticipation as he watches intently. You return your attention to Hyunjin, carefully reading every reaction he has. You finally bring your hands to the hem of his pants, but not without teasing your touch down his front.

“So pretty. So delicate. Don’t worry, baby, I’ll be gentle.”

Hyunjin chokes and nods, giving you an affirming hum as you lower his pants. You gasp softly when you find he has nothing underneath.

“Hyunjin. No wonder these didn’t hide your boner for shit.”

Hyunjin threads his fingers in his hair and keens when you rut your cocks together, now without a buffer. 

“Mhngh…”

You giggle and tug his bottoms off, leaving him bare beneath you. You slide between his legs then draw his thighs over your hips as he gazes at you with heavy eyes. Your eyes lock as you slide your hands over his hips and up to his sides. He grunts softly when you grasp his sides and frot your strap against his arousal. His back arches before he slumps with a huff.

“Like that?”

“Baby…”

“Yes?”

His head lulls to the side as he shudders.

“Mhh, s’good…”

You hum as you pop open the cap of the lube. Hyunjin gasps when you squeeze his thigh and push his legs open in your lap. You pause to take in the sight of his cock, hot and heavy against his abdomen. You take your time, pouring lube into your palm and warming it between your hands as he squirms and huffs beneath you.

“Still feeling good?” You ask gently.

He nods, watching your hands through his eyelashes as his eyes flutter shut. He lets out a relieved sound when you finally bring your hands to his cock. His hips jump ever so slightly as he chases your touch, and you tsk softly.

“So impatient, baby. Don’t worry, daddy’s gonna take care of you. Wouldn’t want to ruin your first time.”

“More… You’re, hah,” Hyunjin moans then murmurs, “You’re mean…”

“I’m not mean,” You purr as your hands glide over his length, “You don’t know what you’re asking for, honey.”

Your hands roam to prop up his hips and tease the rim of his hole. He mumbles a curse and makes an animalistic sound as two of your fingers penetrate him. Your other hand sneaks back to his cock and he catches your wrist.

“Mhh, m’gonna come. Don’t.”

“Already? You’re really acting like a virgin…”

“Fuck you…”

Hyunjin whines as you withdraw your hands. You roll your eyes and hike your skirt up to expose your length as he kicks out in frustration. You lube the toy up carelessly, ignoring his hiss as some drips on his thighs. He yelps when you grab his wrists and push forward, pinning them above his head as you hover your face over his. He makes a desperate sound as you grind against him, his thighs twitching and his hands flailing at the rough contact.

“Is this what you want, Hyune? Or do you want me to be nice?”

“Mhh, nice,” He mumbles, pouting softly as you pry another moan from his throat.

You release his hands and lean back, sitting on your knees.

“Come here, baby.”

“H-Huh?”

He props himself up and you gesture him closer with two fingers. He hesitates and you huff quietly before cradling his sides and guiding him into your lap. He makes a soft sound of recognition and loops his arms around your shoulders as you help him sit in your lap. He blushes as he becomes more exposed, forced to spread his legs and let you loop your arms around his waist to accommodate the position. Still, he settles in with a soft moan as you gently peck his lips. He leans in eagerly, falling into a gentle rhythm of trading deep kisses until you murmur against his lips.

“Can you be a good boy for me? Hm? Wanna ride daddy?”

He groans and nods. You take the opportunity to return your slicked fingers back to his hole and slowly spread him open. His breath hitches and he silently moans as you prep him. Your lips ghost over his shoulder as his head falls forward to rest in the crook of your neck.

“Nhh…”

“You’re so fucking tight, Hyune…”

He nods, his hips jolting as you work him open.

“Good? Is this how you want it?”

“Hh?”

Hyunjin attempts to look at you, bumps his nose to your chin as you fuck your fingers deeper. You kiss his forehead and smile softly as he shudders.

“How do you want me, baby?”

“Oh,” He gasps, “I-I thought… Imagined we would… Just…”

You chuckle and he dreamily echoes the sound.

“Need to lay down?”

He nods and you gently ease him down on his back, giving him a break as you do so by retracting your hand. His soft pants fill the room as you line up your hips and give him a tender kiss.

“Is this okay?”

He hums and nods.

“I thought we were going to do that… face-down-ass-up thing.”

You snort.

“That’s not very romantic for your first time…”

He laughs.

“Oh right, I’m supposed to be a virgin. I’m having trouble getting into character, I think.”

You sigh wistfully.

“Yeah, you’re an awful virgin. I should’ve known better.”

Hyunjin giggles.

“No, no, I can be a virgin,” He insists playfully, toying with his hair as he continues, “Please be gentle with me?”

“Mhm, I’ll be gentle, sweetheart.”

You both smile into your next kiss, making it more teeth and tongue than a touch between your lips. He cups your cheeks and urges you closer so your chest is pressed against his. His hands absentmindedly trace the lace patterns of your lingerie as you press your cockhead against his entrance. He groans and relaxes with a muttered curse when you push in and bottom out. You tuck your face into his neck, nose at his pulse point as you feel his heart thrum in his chest. You reach down to pull your little silk skirt out of the way and take a moment to enjoy the intimacy. He wraps his arms around your waist and groans as you slowly begin your rhythm.

“Good? Not too much, baby?”

“No,” He murmurs, “S’perfect.”

You kiss his shoulder and caress his hips as you gently rock into him. He sighs and moans, lithe legs twitching each time you bottom out. He lets his head fall back, sweat dripping down his neck as you fuck him into the mattress. He lets out delicious restrained noises as your pace quickens. You draw back just enough to see his face, memorize the sight of him biting his lip and pinching his eyes shut in pleasure. His eyebrows arch and he eventually lets out a shameless moan, giving up on maintaining any composure.

“Fuck. That’s daddy’s boy,” You praise, feeling arousal and pride at the sight of Hyunjin choking out a moan.

“Ha-Hah, uhh, mhnn…”

You watch him with a devilish smile, dissecting every detail of his fucked out expression.

“Can’t talk, lovey?”

“Mh-hh-hard. H-Hard to, hhn, ngh…”

“Is daddy’s dick that good, baby,” You ask with faux sympathy, “Did I fuck my little boy stupid?”

“Yeah-hah…”

“Mhm, look at me.”

He huffs and manages to do as you ask. He moans as you press your forehead to his, then mumbles praise as you tilt your head and lock your lips together. The kiss is deceptively soft compared to the pace you’ve set with your hips, but you credit that to Hyunjin’s inability to focus at the moment. His mouth falls open and you move to pecking his chin and neck. His hips have not stopped moving, desperate to get you deeper. Your fingers clench in his flesh and his thighs tighten around your hips as he tries to meet you for each thrust. Any semblance of cohesive speech has been fucked away, now replaced with breathless pants and gasps.

After some time Hyunjin gives you a sort of warning, although the sound barely varies from his usual sounds of pleasure. You cup his face with one hand, watch it contort as his nails drag down your back, and murmur encouragement as your other hand slides down to his length. He finishes over your fist, making a mess between your fronts as he curses and whines. You giggle and kiss him sweetly as you help him through the lingering waves of pleasure, then you slowly pull out. You brace your hands on the bed and lean over him, staring intently as he heaves and melts into the sheets.

“My bad…”

“Hm?”

His hand clumsily wipes your stomach, smearing his cum over the silky fabric. You giggle, noticing that his bare chest is just as messy.

“It’s okay, baby. You did so well.”

Hyunjin hums.

“I love you so much…”

You share another kiss and you murmur back, “I love you too, Hyune…”

You trace your thumb lazily over Hyunjin’s hip as he lays back with a soft sigh. Your attention is drawn to Felix, sprawled in Chan’s lap and catching his own breath. Chan’s hand slips out of Felix’s boxers, and you snort.

“Felix, did you just-”

“Chan did it,” Felix sulks with a pout, “It’s his fault…”

“You always blame everything on me,” Chan coos, not-so-subtly wiping his hand on Felix’s shirt, “Take some responsibility, Lix…”

Felix whimpers and looks at you with pleading eyes. Hyunjin sighs and shakes his head with teasing disappointment.

“Yongbokkie…”

Chan kisses Felix’s neck as the younger whines and squirms.

“I tried…”

“Somehow, I don’t believe that,” You tease.

Hyunjin’s head lolls as he looks at your boyfriends. Felix shudders and turns, only managing to raise his hands before Chan catches his wrists and pushes him to the mattress. Felix huffs and makes a half-assed attempt at wrenching his wrists free before letting Chan hover over him.

“He’s picking on me…”

“Chan, be good,” You say sternly before letting your voice carry on with a honeyed tone, “Are you ready for your turn?”

Chan nods and shares a lingering kiss with Felix before leaving him to move next to you. You smile at Hyunjin, who drowsily blinks at the two of you as Chan fetches the used towel and swipes it over his chest. Hyunjin hums and his eyes fall shut as he gives you a blissed out smile. You giggle and reach up with pet his cheek.

“You’re so pretty, Hyune. So beautiful like this.”

Hyunjin mumbles a thank-you, either at your compliment or to Chan for trying to clean him. You notice Felix, curled up away from you at the head of the bed and call out to him softly.

“Lix, baby, everything okay?”

He gives you a thumbs up and huffs.

“Chan’s a fucking dick.”

Chan looks offended and throws his hands up with an eye roll.

“I’m sorry, I thought you wanted to come! Silly me for doing you a favor.”

You laugh as Felix, without raising his head, points accusingly in Chan’s direction.

“Manipulator, mansplainer, manwhore. That’s all you are.”

“M’not a mansplainer…”

Hyunjin asks, “You’re not denying the other two?”

You redirect the conversation by giving Felix gentle instructions.

“Lix, can you help Hyune move?”

Felix whines and rolls over, looking exhausted.

“Babe, I’m fighting for my life right now.”

Chan shakes his head and moves instead, chiding Felix as he scoops his arms under Hyunjin’s limp body:

“You’re so dramatic, Felix.”

Felix sticks his tongue out and you smirk, shaking your head fondly.

“Okay, sweetheart. Can you at least throw me a pillow?”

Felix does manage to do this before he slowly rolls himself into a more comfortable position. Chan carries Hyunjin up beside him and helps him settle as you rise from the bed. You stand in the middle of the room, hands on your hips as you look around. You find what you are looking for, a chair, and are briefly distracted as you slide it over beside the bed. Felix whining draws your attention back to them, and you sigh softly as you take in the sight: Chan leaning over Hyunjin and kissing Felix as his hand roams over his lap. Felix squirms and whimpers as Chan cups him through his boxers, while Hyunjin observes them with an amused look. 

You sigh and pick up the pillow, then use it to smack Chan’s bare bottom. Hyunjin laughs as Chan yelps into the kiss with Felix, then turns to glare at you over his shoulder.

“What?”

“Stop torturing Felix and get over here.”

“Ooh,” Hyunjin teases.

Chan leaves Felix’s side and the younger hides his heated face in Hyunjin’s shoulder with a huff.

“I wasn’t torturing him,” Chan defends as he smirks at you, “You’re just jealous. You need my attention that badly, right, babygirl?”

You toss the pillow on the chair then cross your arms with a smirk as Chan comes to sit in front of you on the bed. His face and chest are still flushed, and the kisses left on his neck and lips have made his skin bloom a deep shade of red. You admire the marks as you lean closer to study his cocky smirk.

“Not jealous.”

Chan’s eyelashes flutter and he reaches out to pull you closer. His hands caress and squeeze your sides as you follow his lead and rest your hands on his shoulders. He draws you between his thighs as he swings his legs over the edge of the bed, but you keep your feet firmly planted on the floor.

“No? We’ve barely touched you tonight, sweetheart. You must be getting restless. Let me take care of you.”

You shudder at the offer but bite your lip and shake your head.

“I told you to be good with Felix, and you didn’t listen. Now you’re trying to entice me? You’re not being a very good boy, Channie…”

His eyes flick down, drinking in the way your lingerie cups your breasts as you begin to crawl into his lap. One of his hands slides down to feel your backside and he meanly squeezes the back of your thigh.

“I could take care of you, baby…”

At the same time Chan attempts to guide your thighs around his sides you shove him to the bed. Your nimble fingers catch the heart-shaped loop of his collar and pull it towards you as your palm splays against his chest. Chan groans, his eyes shutting as he pushes against your hand on his chest. He peeks up at you with a smirk, fighting against the force of your hand with ease. He opens his mouth for some snarky quip, clearly intent on turning things around. When he goes to speak you rise up and drive your knee into his chest, knocking the air out of him and successfully pinning him to the bed.

Hyunjin gasps as the bed rocks and you pull the collar tight to restrict Chan’s breathing, more intense than the light play your lovers were experimenting with earlier. Chan’s eyes widen and he wheezes softly, and you notice Felix rising in your periphery. As Chan’s back arches you fall back, straddling his lap and loosening his collar. He takes a deep breath and relaxes with a sigh, blinking rapidly as he stares at the ceiling. You give Felix and Hyunjin a reassuring smile and they relax. Chan is rock hard beneath you, his length grazing the inside of your thigh as you lean forward to find his gaze.

“Channie,” He inhales sharply and looks at you in a daze, “We already promised to take care of you tonight. Be a good boy and listen… to… daddy…”

“Fuck…”

Chan swallows and nods as you slowly pull the collar tight again.

“Now… weren’t you saying something?”

Chan shakes his head and replies in a rough voice, “N-No… No…”

“Are you okay?”

He nods.

“Mhm. Stars.”

“Stars?”

“S-Saw stars for a second…”

You toy with the chain as he shakily pushes himself up.

“Okay… Deep breath, baby.”

He exhales then breathes in, capturing the air that you tore from him moments ago. Your hand rests on his cheek as your other hand slips beneath his collar, gingerly touching his skin.

“You’re not hurt, are you?”

“No,” He pants, “No, baby, that was so good…”

“I just don’t want to be too rough with you.”

He laughs breathlessly and leans closer. You meet him for a kiss and smile against his lips as he guides your hand back to the chain. You secure it in your grip and cup the back of his neck as he murmurs against your lips:

“Please, keep going. Please, baby.”

You hum and kiss his forehead, then feel his shuddery breath wash over your neck before he plants a wet kiss to your collarbone. One of his hands comes to your waist, trying to keep you close as you lean back to look down at him. You are hovering over his lap now, having ended up there when you moved in to check on him. You kiss the top of his head as his hand creeps lower to the tie securing your skirt.

“Want me to fuck you now, Chan? Are you going to be a good boy?”

He moans and nods as he blearily looks up at you. You pull on the chain just a bit, and his eyes lose focus for a second.

“God, Chan, it didn’t take long to put you back in line… You are a manwhore, aren’t you?”

Your words make him fumble, fail to pull your skirt loose as he groans and nuzzles his face into your chest. He presses lazy open-mouth kisses to your breasts, and after a few attempts manages to pull the ribbon open on both the bra and the skirt. The skirt flutters to the floor as he tugs it away, and the fabric that was covering your breasts falls open. You moan softly and push him to lay down, without any resistance this time.

“Answer me.”

“Babe,” He sobs.

You sigh and feign annoyance as you kiss him again, silencing his complaints as you blindly find the lube in the bedsheets beside you. You sit up and tilt your head at him as he swipes his hand through his hair.

“Roll over. I need to prep you.”

Chan groans but listens, rolling onto his stomach after you ease off his lap. You slip your thigh under his, propping up his hips, and begin to wet your fingers. He whines and you roll your eyes before slipping one of your hands beneath him to grip his cock.

“Is this what you wanted?”

He whines again but nods, rutting into your fist as you begin spreading your fingers between his cheeks. You let him whimper and beg into the sheets, and offer him little acknowledgement as you carefully slip your fingers inside his hole. His fingers curl into fists and he buries his face with a broken groan.

“Talk to me, baby.”

His hips jolt as your fingers nudge a sensitive spot and he chokes on his words. You lean over to check his expression, noting the drool wetting the sheets and the way his eyebrows are pinched in desperation. He blinks away his tears as he nuzzles the bed pitifully and you coo softly.

“Give me a color, baby.”

“Gr-Green… Green, ohgodplease…”

You glance over at Felix and Hyunjin, both focused on Chan’s reactions the same as you. You giggle as you spread your fingers and work him gently with your hand.

“I think it’s been too long since we’ve done this, Channie. You can barely keep it together.”

Chan grunts and wipes his face, already a mess from the pleasure. 

“M’fine…”

You pull your hand away and Chan wheezes, not dissimilar to the sound you drew from him earlier.

“You’re on the verge of tears and I’m not even inside you yet.”

Chan just sobs and lets his front melt into the bed.

“Baby…”

“And to think you were making fun of Hyune… He took it much better than you…”

Hyunjin giggles at your comment. You stand from the bed and lightly slap Chan’s ass, making him jump and moan.

“Get up.”

You drip more lube over your fingers and shaft as Chan shakily pushes himself up. He looks at you over his shoulder, eyes lidded with tears gathered in his lashes. His nose is red and his lips are swollen as he again attempts to wipe his face clean. You move to lean against the chair as you watch his pitiful glare.

“Chan, if you can’t get up I’m not fucking you. Stand on your fucking feet and stop being a brat.”

He sniffles and nods as he slides himself to the edge of the bed. You extend your hand to him, giving him some support as he stands on his quivering legs. His cock is standing flush against his abdomen and beginning to weep, despite his orgasm from earlier. He bows his head as he stumbles into your arms and you accept him sweetly, taking your time to wipe away the tears that begin to pour down his cheeks and trickle from under his nose.

“Why are you crying, baby? Did I hurt your feelings?”

Your voice is soft, holding genuine care as you mildly taunt his emotional outburst. You tilt up his chin, forcing him to face you as your thumb continues swiping away his tears. He chokes out a sob and shakes his head.

“Ngh- n-need you- love you,” He mumbles, “M’sorry I’m such a me-ess…”

You shush him gently and guide him closer for a kiss, ignoring the salty taste on your tongue and the dampness that transfers to your face. You hold his cheeks as you trade kisses, give him breaks to sob against your lips before your tongue delves back in to explore his trembling mouth. After one particularly long kiss you pull him into a hug, letting him hide his face in the crook of your neck. His arms close tighter around you immediately, grasping onto you like a lifeline as you sway and rub his back.

“I love you so much, Chan,” He hiccups as you murmur to him sweetly, “So, so much… You work so hard and I’m so proud of you… You deserve everything, my sweet boy… I want to give you everything…”

Chan cries as he pulls back to face you.

“I-I just wa-ant you… I just want…”

You nod your head and watch him patiently as you tuck stray hairs out of his face. He fails to get his words out but you give him an understanding smile.

“I know, baby. It all feels like a lot now, doesn’t it?”

Felix catches your attention by waving a tissue within your reach until you take it. You gingerly dab Chan’s face dry and his hands move up to wipe your face clean. His lower lip trembles as he stares at you, hanging off your next words.

“You’re doing so well. I’m so proud of you. I just need you to keep doing what you’re doing, okay? Hm? Can you keep going for daddy, or do you need a break?”

“Keep going,” Chan croaks.

You smile.

“That’s my boy. We’re almost done, you know? I really want to see you let loose, alright? As soon as you come we’ll be all done. Is that what you want?”

Chan’s eyelashes flutter and for a moment he seems to have forgotten the situation he is in. He leans forward so his forehead touches yours and hums.

“I wanna come…”

“You will, baby,” You kiss him chastely and pet his cheeks, “Look at me. One last question: do you want me to be nice or do you want me to be mean?”

He nuzzles his nose against yours and takes a long time deciding, worrying you that he missed the question in his daze. Eventually he does choose, and seems certain in his answer.

“Mean, rough, please.”

You nod and kiss him again before reassuring, “I love you. Remember the colors, alright? Yellow to slow down, red to stop.”

He nods and replies, “I love you.”

You smile sweetly and gently guide him to turn, pressing your bare chest against his back as you bring him to the chair. You help him brace his hands on the back of it and he takes the hint when you slide your hands to his hips and push him to sit on the cushion. He shivers at your hot breath on the nape of his neck and groans weakly as you help him spread his legs over the sides of the chair. His hips roll slightly, chasing the friction of his cock brushing against the soft pillow. You reach around and slap his abdomen, making him squeal and tighten his thighs around the back of the seat.

“If I catch you doing that again it’ll be your dick, understand?”

He rests his forehead in his arms and whimpers.

“Ye-es…”

Your hand slides over his back, feeling his shoulder blades before you trace your finger down his spine. His breath shudders and you see his thighs squeeze tighter in an attempt to stop himself from thrusting. The chair creaks as you rest your knee on the edge of it and slide it under his thighs, guiding him to arch his back and raise his hips. You look at Felix and Hyunjin, both have sobered up from their orgasms and are watching you and Chan carefully. You lean forward to kiss his shoulder and whisper.

“Are you ready, love?”

“Yes, yea-”

As soon as Chan gives you the go ahead, you pull his hips up and sheath your strap inside him with one motion. He grunts and loses his footing for a second, struggling to adjust to the position as you begin thrusting steadily. He whines and closes his fists tight on the back of the chair as he drops his forehead against it. More desperate sounds of pleasure spill from his lips as you push to the hilt with each thrust.

Hyunjin smirks softly and Felix chuckles before rising from the bed. If Chan notices them begin to move around the room, he is too fucked out to acknowledge it. He just groans and leans over the back of the chair as he lets you set the pace. You grip his thighs tight and use the leverage of your knee on the chair to support your thrusts. His legs wobble, but eventually you feel your pace and his stance are secure enough for you to slide one of your hands up to his cock. He gasps and melts at the feeling, letting his cheek smush into the crook of his arm as his body sags beneath you. You think if your weight was not on the edge of the chair right now it would have tipped already with how limp Chan has become.

You are vaguely aware of your boyfriends, cleaning up the bed and each other, but you are more focused on Chan. His little breathy moans, his cock throbbing in your grasp, and the way his toes are curling against the floor. On one punctuated thrust one of his legs gives out and Chan cries out softly.

“Y-ellow-”

You forget your own rules for a moment and stop completely, making Chan whine and shake his head. You huff softly and pet his side as you lean in to kiss his shoulder.

“What’s wrong, baby? What do you need?”

“Can’t… Can’t stand like this any longer…”

“Okay, lovey,” You purr, “Turn around for me.”

Chan sighs and shakily does so. He leans back in the chair, his head falling back as he attempts to catch his breath. You meet Hyunjn’s gaze as he comes to stand behind Chan with a smile.

“You look so good, Channie.”

Chan laughs breathlessly and groans.

“Hyune,” You ask softly, “Keep the chair steady, please?”

Hyunjin tilts his head and rests his hand on the back of the chair behind Chan’s shoulders.

“Like this?”

“Perfect.”

You pull Chan up by his hips and resume your relentless pace, making him cry out in pleasure and grasp at the chair haphazardly. Hyunjin’s eyes widen and he reaffirms his grip to keep it steady. Chan whines and knocks his head back.

“Mhngh… Fuck…”

Hyunjin chuckles and sweetly kisses his forehead.

“You’re doing so well…”

Chan nods, his face contorting in pleasure as he gets closer to his release. It feels like only seconds have passed when Chan’s back arches and he lets out a desperate groan, tears prickling in his vision from the intensity of his orgasm ripping through him. He pants as his release paints his front, and he gazes at you with a wrecked expression. Your pace slows until you pull out, then you lean in to kiss him gently. He moans and weakly returns it between soft gasps for air. Hyunjin gently rubs Chan’s shoulder and kisses the top of his head.

“There you go…”

Chan’s hands shake as he reaches for you, and he pulls you in again. You laugh softly as he tucks his face into your chest and pulls your arms around his shoulders, before securing his arms around your middle. You oblige even though the position is awkward and smile softly at him.

“Tired, baby?”

He whines and nods, gently nuzzling your chest as you pat his head. Hyunjin steps away as you begin to straighten up and slowly guide Chan to stand. His legs are shaky, but you both make it to the bed. Chan collapses with a sigh, chest heaving as he attempts to recollect himself. You sit beside him, take your time removing his collar, then jump slightly when Felix comes to stand behind you. His hands quickly find the clips fastening your lingerie set and undo them swiftly. You make a little relieved noise as he strips the fabric, soiled with cum and sweat, off your body. Chan watches with a soft smile as you lay down beside him, prop your elbow on the pillow as you gaze sleepily down at him.

Hyunjin returns and makes a soft noise at the scene before him. He crawls onto the bed beside Chan and holds out a bottle of water.

“Drink.”

Chan groans but Hyunjin insists, holding the open bottle to his lips carefully until he is satisfied with the number of small sips Chan drowsily accepts. He passes the bottle to you so you can have a swig as he begins cleaning Chan’s face. Chan’s eyes flutter as Hyunjin dabs under them with a cool cloth, before laying that to cover his eyes and forehead.

“Mh?” Chan mumbles and reaches up to blindly touch the cooling fabric.

You begin stroking your fingers through his hair as Hyunjin moves down his body. He rests his hand on Chan’s chest and informs gently:

“I’m going to clean you up, baby. So if you feel anything, it’s just me.”

Chan murmurs some sort of affirmation and you giggle gently. You drink more water before holding it to his lips again. Chan grasps weakly at your wrist and half-takes it, tipping it slightly to get a drink then giving up and letting you guide the bottle to and from his lips. As you both begin to come down from the moment you notice Hyunjin has dressed himself in clean shorts. He wipes a wet cloth over Chan’s stomach and legs with gentle focus. You blink up dazedly as Felix leans down behind you.

“How do you feel, baby?” 

He brushes his thumb over your cheek dotingly as you begin to register that his question was aimed at you. You let out a long sigh before you reply.

“Being the top is exhausting.”

Hyunjin cackles and Felix smirks as you sink into the bed beside Chan. Chan chuckles softly and lets out a low hum, relaxing at the feeling of Hyunjin coasting the washcloth over his thighs. Felix kisses your temple and sits beside you.

“Now you know how we feel,” He jokes.

“What the fuck are you talking about? You’re a total pillow princess.”

Chan and Hyunjin both laugh at your quip, and when you peek up Felix is glaring down at you with his mouth completely gaped. He then shakes his head and lets the warm cloth he was holding slap unceremoniously on your bare stomach. You giggle mischievously as he begins begrudgingly wiping it over your body. Chan lets out an airy moan and you glance over, noticing that Hyunjin has propped up his legs to clean his behind.

“You okay?” Hyunjin asks.

“Sensitive…” Chan whines.

“I know, babe, but I can’t let you be filthy all night.”

Chan pouts and you lean over to gently peck his lips.

“We’ll only keep turning you into a mess if we’re allowed to clean you up again,” You remind him.

Chan grumbles and twitches slightly as Hyunjin finishes up. Hyunjin slides a clean pair of boxers onto Chan and kisses his stomach as the elastic band snaps against his skin. Chan jumps and groans, reaching down blindly to ruffle Hyunjin’s hair. Hyunjin continues mouthing up his body, giggling softly as Chan sleepily plays with his hair. You smirk at Felix, who is still pouting.

“What?”

“I’m mad at you.”

“Tch,” Hyunjin grins into Chan’s chest and glances at Felix.

“Why, because I speak the truth?”

“I’m not a pillow princess,” Felix whines.

“No,” Chan murmurs, “You’re worse.”

Felix blushes as you and Hyunjin laugh, then he shakes his head.

“And to think: I was going to be nice and go down on you.”

You cock up your eyebrow and lounge with a sleepy grin, watching as Felix straddles your leg.

“Were you?”

“Yes.”

“Aww,” You watch him lean down to brush his lips against your stomach, your breath stuttering as his tongue peeks out to trace over your dewy skin, “Mhm, y-you look like you’re still going to…”

“Mhm, I am,” He mumbles, “But m’not happy about it…”

“Liar,” Hyunjin bites, “You love eating her pussy, you’re getting exactly what you want.”

Felix smirks and sighs into your skin as he slowly kisses lower.

“You make me sound like such a selfish lover…”

You giggle as he presses lingering kisses to the crease of your thigh, then you moan as his tongue flicks gently over your clit. Felix guides your thighs over his shoulders and gently licks and kisses between your folds. You hiss gently and shift your hips, making him look up with wide eyes.

“M’kay?”

You nod and let out a slow breath.

“Hips are sore…”

Felix hums, distracting you with a pleasant vibration against your core as his hands come up to gently massage your thighs. He buries his face between your legs, his nose pressed against your mound as his tongue delves deeper. You moan and let yourself relax, eyes falling on Hyunjin and Chan next to you. Hyunjin has taken the cloth from Chan’s face and is gently pressing it to his neck. Your gaze lingers on the hickies and faint marks left from the collar rubbing against his neck. When your eyes flick up to inspect Chan’s puffy face, he is gazing back at you. He lets out a soft sigh as Hyunjin brings some relief to his sensitive skin, and reaches out to take your hand. Your eyes soften as he brings your knuckles to his lips and presses a light kiss to them.

Hyunjin smiles and continues his routine of caring for Chan. He applies a soothing lotion to his irritated skin and pecks gentle kisses over his forehead. Chan’s eyes fall shut, breaking your trance, and you throw your arm over your face as Felix laps diligently at your sex.

“Felix…”

Felix chuckles and raises his head to ask, “Who’s the pillow princess, now?”

“It’s still you,” Chan answers.

You giggle and Felix quietly resumes eating you out. Hyunjin gently raises your arm to meet your gaze and asks, “Are you okay?”

“Mhm, feels really good…”

Hyunjin chuckles.

“I’m glad. I was asking about your hips.”

Chan puffs out a laugh as you moan lowly.

“Mhn, m’just a little sore…”

“You should’ve stretched before we started. You probably strained yourself.”

You gasp and let out a little whine as you feel your climax approaching.

“Don’t, hah, scold me… M’trying to come…”

“Oh, sorry,” Hyunjin replies sarcastically, “I’m just trying to care for my girlfriend’s wellbeing. I won’t do that anymore.”

You whine again.

“Shut up…”

Chan giggles as Hyunjin gently drops your arm. You watch him through hazy eyes as he licks his fingers, then reaches down to rub your clit. Felix lets out a soft noise of surprise as you buck your hips and keen, suddenly finishing from Hyunjin’s touch. He says nothing as the pads of his fingers gently swirl over your nub, and Felix groans softly as he laps up your release. You gasp as Chan leans over to steal a kiss and your boyfriends gradually cease their actions. Hyunjin leans down to kiss you next, gently petting your stomach as you return his affection slowly.

“Thank you…”

“Oh, you’re welcome, baby,” Hyunjin purrs.

Felix scoffs.

“Stop that. I did all the work.”

Hyunjin smirks and winks at you.

“Feeling better?”

“Mhm…”

“Go away,” Felix whines as he lightly shoves Hyunjin to the other side of the bed.

You laugh as Hyunjin flops over Chan, who lets out a sleepy mumble as his only reaction. Felix braces his arms over you with a glare as you grin dazedly up at him.

“You’re all plotting against me.”

You hum and draw him closer for a messy kiss, which he submits to easily.

“Mhh, thank you, Felix…”

Felix smirks and pecks your nose before replying:

“You’re welcome, love.”

Hyunjin cuddles up next to Chan and nuzzles his neck happily as Felix steps away to grab your pajamas. You roll languidly into Chan’s side and sigh into his chest. His arm slides around your waist and he turns his face to nose gently at your hair. You lightly touch his neck, careful as you prod the marks you left on his skin. Chan exhales slowly then tilts his head to the side to give you better access.

“You did so well today, Chan,” You murmur as you pet his neck, “Good job, baby.”

“Mhh, I should be saying that to you… I didn’t even help you out, or do anything useful…”

“Don’t start,” Hyunjin groans.

He rises to glare softly at your boyfriend, who stares blankly in response.

“You don’t have to take care of us all the time, Chan. Let us take care of you too. And don’t feel guilty about it.”

“I feel selfish…”

“Guess what,” Hyunjin exasperates, “You should! You’re allowed to be selfish! We want you to be selfish. Take whatever you want from us, and let us take care of you.”

Chan falters as Felix silently returns to the bed and helps you get dressed in clean panties and one of Hyunjin’s shirts. You share a knowing look as Chan avoids Hyunjin’s gaze. Hyunjin gently tilts his head so he can face him again.

“Look at me… I’m sorry, but I mean it. We love you and you do so much for us. So, please, don’t talk yourself down.”

Chan swallows.

“It doesn’t feel right.”

“Yeah, because you’ve somehow convinced yourself that you don’t deserve the whole world and more…”

Chan frowns as Hyunjin cups his cheeks, then laughs as Hyunjin begins squeezing his face.

“Just be quiet and let our wife peg you without complaining!”

Felix laughs and you grin, nodding in agreement. Chan whines as Hyunjin continues pinching his cheeks and cutely scolding him. You and Felix settle in, and you hesitate for a moment before speaking up.

“Did you just call me your wife?”

Hyunjin freezes, mid-face squeezing, as he tries to recall his words. He then looks at you, cheeks blazing as he answers.

“And what if I did?”

Your own face heats up and you scoff.

“Isn’t that a little presumptuous? That I’d want to marry you?”

Hyunjin catches the teasing lilt in your voice, meanwhile Chan attempts to remove his hands from his face. The two lightly wrestle their hands as Hyunjin smirks and replies:

“Well, you would obviously choose me. How couldn’t you?”

You gasp and look incredulously at Felix, who rolls his eyes with a grin.

“Yeah, sure- whose arms is she in right now?”

“That doesn’t mean anything,” Hyunjin quickly defends.

You smile at Chan as Hyunjin finally stops grabbing at him, and he gives you a tired smirk. He then winks, and you giggle as he pulls you closer again. Hyunjin settles on top of him with a small huff and mindlessly traces his fingers over Chan’s bicep. Chan lets out a long sigh and for once in what feels like forever, seems to relax. Felix voices this sentiment softly.

“You look tired, Chan.”

“M’tired,” Chan slurs, “Good tired… Gonna sleep for… a week…”

You giggle and catch his satisfied smile.

“Better make it a month… just to be safe.”

Chan hums and lightly squeezes your waist where his hand lays limply over it. Hyunjin gently massages Chan’s arm and props himself up just enough to meet his gaze again. Chan’s eyes have fallen shut as exhaustion finally takes him, but that does not deter Hyunjin from staring at him with the most doting expression.

“Was it good, baby? Did we help you relax?”

“Yeah…”

“Do you feel good?”

Chan swallows and nods gently, but you sense some hesitation. Felix reaches over and gently pats his chest, right over his heart.

“What’s buggin’ you, sweetheart?”

“Mhm…”

Chan pries his eyes open and he stares at Hyunjin, who is watching him with bated breath.

“I don’t know… how to say it…”

“Just say it,” Hyunjin breathes, “We’ll work it out, baby…”

Chan’s eyelids shut again and he grunts softly, clearly fighting sleep.

“Thank you… I love you all so much…”

“Oh, baby… We love you.”

Hyunjin leans in to kiss Chan gently, then watches him as he continues.

“I really… liked it…”

“Kissing?”

“No,” Chan giggles, “The kink stuff…”

“Oh,” Hyunjin laughs then replies, “Anytime. You give us the word and we’ll be there for you… Whenever you need us…”

Felix stretches and yawns then drowsily pats Chan’s arm.

“We’d be happy to visit this again… Whenever you need your daddy, or your mommy…”

Chan groans softly and smiles bashfully.

“Don’t tease…”

“I’m not teasing you! It was sexy…”

You kiss Chan’s shoulder and tell the others, “Let’s let Channie rest, and we can talk about it more later, okay?”

Felix hums in agreement while Hyunjin sweetly traces Chan’s jawline with his thumb. Chan peeks at him then murmurs:

“I liked the kisses too…”

Hyunjin giggles and asks, “Is that your way of asking for more?”

Chan nods and Hyunjin happily obliges, giving pecks to his lips and cheeks as he dozes off. You feel Felix’s arms tighten gently around you, his body molding closer around yours as he settles in to fall asleep. You sigh happily and turn your head to ask him gently.

“You good?”

“Mh-hm…”

You look at Hyunjin, who is still gazing at Chan. He notices your eyes on him and gives you a comforting smile.

“I’m good, too. Go to sleep, my love.”

Felix gingerly massages your hips, soothing the dull ache in your muscles. You let out a soft hum and quickly fall asleep tucked between your boys.

There is a steady thrum in the air when you wake up again, and for a moment you are disoriented. Waking up in Hyunjin’s room opposed to Chan’s throws you off in your sleep drunk state, and you sit up slowly as if your head is being weighed down by the pillow. You quickly find your bearings, feel Chan’s smooth chest when you reach out in the dark. His breathing stutters and he lets out a light snort from the pressure. Your hand slides across the landscape of his stomach until you feel Hyunjin, his body hot and pinned to Chan from the other side. By this point your eyes have adjusted to the dark, and it only takes a little searching of the bed to figure out Felix is not there with you. You huff, slide off the mattress until your feet hit the floor with a soft thud, and shuffle out of the room.

Once in the hall, you register that the ambient sound was someone playing music in the kitchen. It is quiet, so quiet you cannot make out the words until you wander your way to the source of it. Felix is there, chatting softly with Han who is playing music from his phone. Han’s head perks up and he pauses it, causing Felix to turn to you with his bright smile.

“You’re up. Everything alright, love?”

You run your hands over your face and into your hair, then blink slowly at the two boys.

“Mhm. What time is it?”

Han checks on his phone then softly answers, “It’s a little after four…”

“It’s so early…”

They laugh as you trudge in, and Felix quietly welcomes you into his arms as you walk to him. He runs his hand over your back and cups your head as you butt it into his shoulder, then sweetly kisses your temple.

“You should go back to bed, sweetheart.”

“Why are you up?”

“Just chatting… Han and Bin came home and I just happened to be up…”

“Uh, L-Lee Know’s here too,” Han mumbles.

You peek up at him and notice him looking away from you. Your brow furrows gently but you find no time to form a response, being gently led away by Felix as your exhaustion prevails. You walk together, your feet moving so slowly Felix has to pause to accommodate your speed. On the way back to Hyunjin’s room you pass Minho. You try to smile at him, but you can barely open your eyes. He just chuckles and ruffles your hair as you pass.

“Goodnight.”

“G’night…”

You yawn as Felix murmurs goodnight and helps you navigate the darkness. He helps you back into bed and tucks you in before giving you a sweet kiss.

“Do you need anything?”

You shake your head and smile as he presses another kiss to your forehead.

“Okay. I’ll be right back. I love you.”

“I love you too, Lix…”

You watch Felix stumble out of the room and shut the door most of the way behind him. The hallway light flicks on as you listen to him pad down the hall. You yawn and rub your eyes, then blink blearily at the warm light shining in through the crack in the door. For a moment you imagine a shadow lingering in the frame. It looks like it may be Han checking in- looking for Felix? Then, as quickly as your brain begins to register his unmistakable brown locks and wide puppy eyes, he is gone. You stare at the spot, willing the apparition to reappear and quell your curiosity. The light turns off and shortly after Felix returns.

The bed sinks as he sits beside you and you quietly mumble:

“Han…”

“Hm?”

“Han… m’think he wanted you…”

“No, Han’s gone to bed, sweetheart.”

Felix lays beside you and rests his head on your chest. Your hand rises and lands on his head so you can lazily play with his hair. You let your eyes flutter shut as you accept his answer and fall asleep.

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SCENTED

@skzms based on the story I have in mind + that Rebel Virus I dreamed about

Something was off with these people.

Vivi was of the belief that 50% of the image idols showed on tv was either an exageration of reality or completely fake. And after sharing space with them for months and seeing them from a personal perspective, it was confirmed. Well, it should be obvious even without seeing them in person, that none of them were totally transparent with the public. None.

It was only when the cameras were turned off that they were allowed to be themselves. To speak to whoever they wanted to, to drink, to party like normal people. Only when they were hidden from the public eyes. Always in secret, always keeping the flawless persona that people expected, demanded from them. The minimal break in their masks could mean disaster for their entire careers. Vivi understood it, she found it stupid, but who was she to fight a cultured followed by a whole country?

So not even she could supress her utter shock and confusion when, out of nowhere, the same idols she knew for being little perfect angels started to do shit out of the non-written script. At first it wasn't that obvious, just some mishaps that everyone interpreted as mistakes. Getting caught partying on a night club with friends, openly flirting with fans beyond what was socially accepted by their parasocial partners, dressing in certain ways, etc. Vivi didn't think much about it, just felt they were being sloppy out of exhaustion.

But then it grew, and more idols began to follow that line. There were scandals, big ones. Secret parties without the staff's permission, being drunk in public, photos of them going into love hotels with different people, uploading songs with explicit lyrics that couldn't be excused and openly talking about inapropiate topics. The companies couldn't control them, the fans' attempts of sabotage were useless. In fact, it all seemed to just motivate them. Pushing them to do worse.

And this is how she ended up right here, in the patio of an expensive night club, with loud pop music blasting from the huge speakers, neon-lights sparkling in her eyes and breathing the cold air of Seoul. They wanted to celebrate the sucess of the show and reward everyone's hard work in it, so Vivi and her crew were obviously invited to the party. She was currently sitting on a wide, comfortable sofa, all by herself, watching the people get shit-faced and scream lyrics with all their passion with a glass on her hand. She had been with them minutes ago, dancing and singing the lyrics she knew with her friends, until her feet screamed for relief and her throat for some hydration. It only took her a sip to recover her energy, so she should have gona back to the group already. Vivi wasn't Vivi if she wasn't in the centre of a dancefloor, getting lost in the music and filling her throat with delicious alcohol until the couldn't remember her own name. But there she was, sitting alone pathetically in a corner long after her supposed five minutes break. Why? She didn't even feel tired yet. Why didn't she just move and joined the fun?

"Because of them", her annoying sub-conscious suplied.

Oh right. Them.

She turned her head to the club's second floor, a huge balcony that was the VIP zone. All idols were reunited there and having their own fun inside the local. The staff in charge of organizing the party rented the whole stablishment only for their celebrities, giving them an entire separate space from the regular people. Vivi would've though it was a snobby gesture, but considering the recent scandalous behaviour the idols displayed, it was probable that the staff just wanted to ensure they didn't pull anything with citizens.

The only connection the VIP zone had with the outdoor party was that balcony, the same one where Vivi saw certain couple hanging out when she was about to return. They were lost in their converstation, but throwing casual glances to the dancefloor to where she was headed, and Vivi's body turned back by instinct. Last thing she wanted was having eye contact with them and have her night ruined by the awkwardness.

Things hadn't been the same since that stupid game of truth or dare, and she spent this last week avoiding them like the plague. Keeping the texts short, hiding when they were walking down the same hallway and doing all kind of things to not face them. Was incredibly childish from her part? Absolutely, and she wasn't proud of it. She was never the type to run away from her problems, always choosing to handle them quickly before they grew into much bigger burdens.

But was this even a problem? She didn't know anymore. And how could she handle something she didn't know? Things with them were so weird, like nothing she ever felt before. They always managed to keep her on her toes.

She liked it as much as she dreaded it. Because with them, she felt like losing control. She felt like being vulnerable. And that just couldn't be.

She took another sip from her glass, hoping it'll help her body feel warmer. Another thing she didn't like about this country: The weather. She was a southern spanish girl with australian roots. Cold was practically a foreign concept to her.

Well, maybe it didn't help she was wearing a short dress with her shoulders exposed but c'mon, it was a party. She wasn't going to dress up all covered like a nun. Sometimes, being gorgeous meant suffering a bit.

-I can't believe it. You're sitting here alone instead of having fun? The world is ending.

Her mental monologue was cut short with the voice. She turned to see non other than Jake standing there, hands in his pockets and looking down at her with a grin.

- I'm just taking a break before my feet kill me and then I'll go back. Dancing with heels isn't as smooth as it looks, you know?

-Really? You make it seem so easy when you're on stage..

-Yeah, that's kinda the point of it. I have to be graceful and elegant when I'm up there. The public doesn't need to know I don't have any blood circulation down here when I finish.

He let out a breathy chuckle, looking away. Vivi felt this converstation isn't going anywhere, but she can't help the little tick in her heart when she saw him aproaching her with that friendly demeanor, with that small grin that hasn't changed one bit. Hell, coming to Seoul has given her more headaches that she signed up for..

-What are you doing here? Shouldn't you be in the VIP zone, with the royalty?

-Jay needed help in the bathroom - he replied shrugging his shoulders.

-Seriously? What kind of help? Another set of hands for..? -she grinned mischeviously.

-Grabbing his hair while he emptied his stomach, you twisted-fuck. - he made a disgusted face and she laughs. - Now really, what are you doing here? It's unnatural of you to not being out there raising chaos.

-I told you, I'm taking a break. Nothing weird, I swear.

He looked at her with a pensive gaze. He didn't believe her, but he wasn't going to pry more. She mentally thanked him.

Suddenly, a wheeze of air hit them and Vivi's body trembled unconsciously. She hugged herself in an attempt to ease the coldness. The boy noticed.

-Here. - he took off his jacket and threw it at her exposed legs. It wasn't very big, but it covered her enough to feel better. She jumped a little in surprise and glanced at the cloth, then at him. -It's warmer inside, so I don't need it. We don't want the star to freeze herself before the finals. - he winked at her, and she didn't even try to supress her smile. -Of course not. I'm not going anywhere without that trophy.

-I know you're not. - he turned away, walking towards the club. -Don't do anything stupid, Vivi. I can only take care of one baby tonight.

-Don't worry, I'll be a good girl -he scoffed loudly. - By the way, Jake, -he stopped, not looking at her- Thank you for coming.

He blinked, and goes back without answering, but she knows better. She smiled to herself and laid back on the sofa, closing her eyes and relaxing, her glass already empty She loved the party life more than anyone, but sometimes it feelt great to just sit down and don't move. She accomodated the jacket to cover more skin. She wasn't looking at it but she knew just by the texture that it costed more than her current apartment.

She crossed her arms, letting the relaxing sound of her friends' happy screams and singing fill her senses. They barely got time to relax since the show started. Maybe this gave them the final push to do their best next week.

Vivi couldn't calculate how much time passed since Jake left, but just as her mind was slipping a little into dreamland, she felt the bland surface of the sofa sinking at her right. She didn't bother to check who it was. The smell of expensive masculine cologne struck her nose.

-Have you forgotten something, Jackie?

-This dress looks good on you.

She stood up so fast that her head pounded at the sudden movement and she almost fell face down on the ground, her eyes wide like those of an owl's.

A firm hand placed against her cleavage avoided the catastrophe.

-Woah, easy there, baby. Did we scare you? - he let out a deep chuckle.

-Well, it seems she was expecting someone else.

She stared at them perplexed, feeling her heart working faster than usual. The couple she had been avoiding since the start of the week and the reason she was sitting here in the first place was right-the fuck-there.

Lee Minho and Han Jisung.

Of course they looked straight out of a fashion photoshoot, even with Jisung's messy hair and his tie undone, and Minho with his smugged make-up and his shirt unbuttoned just enough to show the valley of his chest. Knowing them, there were plenty of things they could've been doing to end up looking like that..

"Stop right the fuck there, horny idiot. We don't want to see where this thought leads. Now it's not the time".

-Hey guys. Shit, I thought..., I didn't hear you coming. - she composed herself quickly, accidentally shaking Jake's jacket off a bit.

Minho glanced at it while Jisung just looked at her. The first was standing on his feet in front of them while the younger was sitting right next to her, with an arm around the backrest.

-Sorry, you just looked so cute like that, all peaceful and relaxed. We didn't want to disturb you. - Jisung let out a chuckle that didn't meet his eyes and smoothly moved closer to her. She felt his fingers reaching out from the backrest and brushed strands of her hair. His eyes shifted to her red locks as he twiddled them mindlessly. -What are you doing here all alone?

Is it so weird seeing someone sitting down and resting?

-I'm a bit tired, but I was about to go back to the party. -she shook her head softly in an attempt to stop the notion of his fingers, but he only grabbed more strands and continued, eyes finally turning to her. -What are you two doing here? You shouldn't be seen with me. People here get wrong ideas very quickly.

-Just wanted to check on you, that's all. - Minho answered this time, staring down at her. -We saw from the balcony and thought to come down and talk a bit.

The balcony? What the fuck? She specifically tried to choose a spot where it would practically impossible for them to see her. They shouldn't have been able to, unless..

Unless they were actively searching for her.

She gulped, feeling nervous all of sudden.

-It's fine, really, I don't need anyone checking on me. Even I need to take breaks from time to time. These week has been crazy. -she felt the jacket slowly falling off her legs and quickly grabbed it, fixing it back to its original position.

She flattened it a bit with her hands, careful of winkles. When she raised her head, she found both boys glaring at the cloth. Uh? Weird.

-I never seen this one before. Is it new? -Jisung asked, eyes fixed there.

Had she been sober, she would've noticed his voice sounded lower than before.

-Oh, this? -she pointed at it. - Nah, it's from Jake. He passed by earlier.

-We know. - Minho interrupted her rather rudely. He and Jisung exchanged a tense look. - But how come do you have his jacket over you?

They sounded deadly serious, almost threatening. However, her fuzzy brain didn't catch on any of it.

-Well, we were chatting and I got cold, so he lend me his jacket right here and then left. It looks cool, doesn't it?. - she wrapped it around herself, smiling.

But they weren't smiling. Quite the opposite, actually. If looks could burn, the jacket would have been reduced to ashes at that moment.

-Take it off -the older boy said.

His tone was so outright demanding not even her half-drunken brain could let it pass this time. It sounded like when he was in his choreographer mode, all dominant and firm.

Vivi was confused, both by the orders and the tone he used. What the fuck was wrong with him?

-What? - she gave him the chance to explain himself. Maybe she understood wrong, maybe she missed some words.

-Take that thing off. Now. -he let out an angry scowl, and Vivi just felt more confused and even annoyed. Just what was going on? Why was he reacting like this?

"You have an idea, but you don't want to think about it", once again, her subconscious intervened when she least needed it.

She looked at Jisung for answers, but the boy had a similar expression as his boyfriend, equally dark.

Tehn, another wheeze came and she hugged herself to shield her body from the sudden coldness. Minho's face softened and Jisung wrapped his arm around her shoulders to pull her against him, sighing.

-Poor baby, you're freezing- he caged her with this arms, and she hated to admit the gesture worked better than the jacket. He looked at her and pulled her bangs off her face, fingers brushing her blushing cheek. His free hand went to secure her waist. - We can't have our baby getting sick, right?

God, she tried to remain strong, she really did, but she couldn't control the funny feeling in her legs whenever Jisung used that honey-laced voice. Everytime she heard it, she felt like melting into a puddle.

Minho sat on her other side, getting worringly close too.

-But darling, if you're that cold, you don't need this -he grabbed the jacket in a tight grip, forming a fist, and took it off her lap on a smooth movement. -You have us.

-What do you..?

She cut herself off as she felt something big and warm falling slowly onto her legs. She turned to see Minho placing it gently, making sure it covered as much skin as possible. Then Jisung releashed her only to take off his own jacket and wrapped it around her naked shoulders, which also needed some warmness. The both smiled lovingly at the sight and caged her body between them. Minho had his face nestled in her neck, drawing circles in her tighs, while Jisung kissed her forehead as he grabbed her again by the waist.

-Let's stay like this for a moment, okay kitten? - Minho mumbled, his hot breath directly against her skin, and she shivered. He pressed his nose on her pulse point, humming. -Mm, you already got some of Sungie's smell on you. I love it.

The mentioned was scratching her nape softly, in slow motions. His lips on her temple as he replied. -Much better then.

Vivi was going through the existencial crisis of her life. She wanted to vomit, scream, giggle, sprint running and faint all at once. She was sure her face matched her hair right now. Her body, that been struggling with the cold minutes earlier, felt suddenly warm enough to fry eggs in it, and she knew it had nothing to do with the two jackets covering her.

"They're always making you feel warm"

Her emotional turmoil was interrupted by the loud ringing of a phone. Jisung groaned and let her go, pulling out his phone and looking at the screen, clicking his tongue. He said something to Minho in korean and the older looked very annoyed, but let her go too. Both of them stood up slowly, fixing their clothes and looking at her.

-We're leaving, they're asking for us. -Minho explained, pulling his bangs back.

Vivi just stared at them with big doe eyes, still processing what the fuck just happened. She grasped the hem of Jisung's jacket hugging her. It felt comfy and smelled just like his cologne. It made her feel funny for some reason.

"You know the reas-" " Shut the fuck up already"

-Okay. - that was the only answer her brain could muster. She blamed it on the alcohol mixed with her tiredness, totally. She turned her head and her eyes fell on Jake's jacket, which had somehow ended on the grass. She reached out to get it..

But Jisung was faster. He went for it so fast that it almost looked like he didn't want her to touch it.

-We'll return it to him, don't worry. -he said with a tight smile. -You can keep ours. They suit you.

Minho nodded, tilting his head at with a cheshire-like smile.

-You look just like you're supposed to.

Vivi blinked in confusion. What did that even mean? Was his english failing him again? That didn't make sense.

They shifted on their feet, glancing at the local and at her, seemingly unsure of what to do next. Eventually, they turned to walk back inside, but Jisung winked at her before going.

Vivi watched then until they dissapeared from her sight. She blinked once, then twice, then thrice. And her mind came to the final, solid conclusion:

What in the seven circles of hell just happened here?

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Meanwhile in the club..

-Dude, please, don't let me do that again. I think I'm dying. -Jay moaned, head dropped against Jake's shoulder.

-You can't die. Cockroaches can last a nuclear bomb. You'll live. -Jake patted him in the head like he'll do with a child.

-Are you calling me a cockroach?

-That'll be insulting for the poor creatures.

Jay huffed, but was too weak to insult him back, resorting to just getting away from him. Jake chuckled at his act and enjoyed the tranquility.

-Hey, Shim -someone called him by his surname -You dropped this.

He had something hit his shoulder softly. It didn't hurt, but the strenght behind the impact surprised him. He took it and realized in shock it was his leather jacket, crumpled into a deformed ball.

It was the one he lend to Vivi earlier. What the..?

He turned around to meet non-other than Han Jisung, from his senior group Stray Kids, looking down at him with a sneer. In the duration of his career, he spoke a total of three times with the guy, and it was only in awards shows to greet each other.

So where the fuck was this sudden agressivity coming from? And what was he doing with his jacket? Did Vivi tell them something weird..?

-Next time I see her wearing it, I'll throw it in the trash. -the older boy gritted his teeth, his tone sending a dangerous warning.

Jake saw the other one, Lee Know, behind the boy. Obviously, because these two always came in a package. His eyes were even more intimidating.

-I just gave it to her because she was cold, mate. That's al-

-Hyung -Minho interrupted with a growl. - Call us anything other than that and I'll personally punch your teeth out, brat.

There's a tense silence between them. Even his members had dropped the converstation and shift nervously at the scene.

Jake glares at the men. He's been suspecting it for a while, but it sounded too absurd in his head. Now this just confirms it all.

-She doesn't deserve what you assholes are doing to her. Stop stringing her along with nonsense and let her do whatever she wants. -he replied with a huff.

Jisung breathed a sarcastic chuckle and walked towards him.

-Now listen here, you son of a b-

-Minho, Han, everything okay?

They all turned to the voice. Christopher Bang was standing there, arms crossed and staring down at his members, hitting his foot against the ground.

Minho clenched his hands into fists, but said nothing, his lips sealed in a tight line. Jisung was breathing heavily, looking like he was about to burst a vein, teeth gritting. None of them answered to their leader, who looked progressively annoyed.

-It was nothing, Chris -Jake intervened, bowing. - We were just discussing something. Nothing else happened.

-Thank you for the input, Jake, but I was asking them. -he pointed his head at the boys, but Jake relented.

-Trust me, they did nothing. They just returned me my jacket, and in return, I was giving them a good advice that I think they should really follow. - both men glared at him again, but he ignored it, going back with his own group, jacket under his arm.

"Jesus, Vivi. What the hell did you get yourself into?"

Extra:

Vivi's friends, watching her come back with two brand jackets that are obviously not hers: What do you have in there?

Vivi, refusing to acknowledge it: A smoothie.

Taglist: @channieandhisgoonsquad @2chopsticks2eyes @queenmea604 @sweetracha

[echo-rambles]

oh hey. I posted a very small minsung socmed au on my twitter, if you're interested in those things

[hollands-butterflies]

Oop- it might be a 7000+ words of a surprise 👀💚

[viasdreams]

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getting into a relationship with minsung !!

ִ ࣪𖤐 background: reader is in an established relationship with han at the start

a/n: if yall were one of minho's cats, which one would you be? personally i think im a doongie gal :3

fake text m.list ☁︎⋅

[estellan0vella]

The Art of Wooing: L.F & H.H Lee Felix x fem!reader x Hwang Hyunjin (College AU)

WC: 16.1K

CWs: Sexual References, Polyamory, Background Minsung, Discussion of Safe Sex, Jisung being a dramatic king

General Masterlist SKZ Masterlist

The Alpha Phi frat house is a mess, but that’s standard. Empty beer cans litter the coffee table, a pile of someone’s laundry, probably Jeongin’s, because it’s been sitting there for two days, rests on one of the armchairs, and there’s a faint, lingering scent of weed in the air. Not strong enough to be recent, but present enough to let anyone walking in know exactly what kind of house this is.

Hyunjin is sprawled across the couch, legs draped over Felix’s lap. He’s wearing one of Felix’s oversized hoodies, sleeves pulled over his hands, and his hair is still damp from his shower, sticking in wisps to his sharp jawline.

Felix absentmindedly plays with the hem of Hyunjin’s shorts, scrolling through his phone with his free hand. Across from them, Chan and Seungmin are mid-lecture, voices raised in exasperation as Jeongin lounges in the armchair with his feet propped up on the coffee table like he isn’t being verbally torn apart.

“I don’t get what the big deal is,” Jeongin mutters, flipping his phone in his hand.

“The big deal,” Seungmin snaps, “is that you are going to knock someone up, and we’re all gonna have to deal with your fucking consequences.”

Chan rubs a hand over his face. “Jesus Christ, I don’t even know where to start. One, you’re a fucking idiot. Two, what the fuck do you mean you don’t get what the big deal is? You think we wanna raise your fucking kid when you inevitably become a deadbeat because you can’t even wake up before noon?”

“I’d be a great dad,” Jeongin argues.

“You forgot your laundry in the washer for three days last week,” Changbin says from where he’s lying on the floor, tossing a football up and catching it. “The entire house smelled like mildew. You can’t even take care of your own shit.”

“I was busy!”

Felix scoffs. “You were playing League.”

Jeongin glares. “You don’t know my life.”

Seungmin sighs like this is actually causing him physical pain. “Condoms exist for a fucking reason, dumbass.”

“Yeah, and I don’t like them.”

The room goes silent for a moment before Minho, who’s been flipping through the channels on the TV, snorts. “Rawdogging isn’t a personality trait, Jeongin.”

Jeongin huffs. “It’s not-"

Chan cuts him off. “Do you even know if these girls are on birth control? Have you considered that for even a second?”

“Yeah,” Jeongin says, rolling his eyes. “I ask.”

Seungmin blinks. “You ask.”

“Yeah.”

Minho turns fully to face him. “You’re telling me,” he says slowly, “that you trust a random girl at a party to be honest with you about her birth control status, just so you don’t have to wear a condom.”

Jeongin hesitates. “I mean-”

“Oh my fucking god,” Chan mutters.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Seungmin groans at the same time.

Hyunjin, who has been quiet up until now, shakes his head. “I hope one of them baby traps you.”

Jeongin flips him off and Felix grins. “Dude, you’d be a terrible baby daddy. That kid would be the only one showing up to daycare in a Supreme hoodie.”

“Fuck you, I’d dress them cute.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “Yeah, okay, Jeongin.”

“Wait, Minho,” Hyunjin suddenly pipes up, stretching his arms above his head. “Where’s your boyfriend?”

Minho glances at him, then turns his attention back to the TV. “Jisung’s with his dancer friend.”

Felix tilts his head. “Jisung has a dancer friend?”

Minho nods. “Yeah. Her name’s Y/N. Nice girl. Her and Jisung have known each other since they were babies.”

Felix furrows his brows. “Wait, what? Since they were babies? How have I never heard of her?”

“She’s quiet,” Minho says with a shrug. “Does that air shit. Hoops and silks. She’s a trained ballerina, too. Turned down Vaganova"

Hyunjin perks up slightly. “Wait, hoops and silks?” He glances at Felix. “Isn’t that what we wanted to try?”

Felix nods slowly. “Yeah. That aerial stuff looks sick.”

“Think she teaches?” Hyunjin asks Minho.

Minho shrugs. “Dunno. She’s shy. Doesn’t talk much. But she’s sweet. She and Jisung are that weird level of close where if I’m arguing with Jisung about something, he sneakily texts her to change the Wikipedia page just to fuck with me.” He shakes his head. “I pretend not to know.”

Felix laughs. “She sounds fun.”

Minho snorts. “She’s one of my cats now. All wide-eyed and shit. I’ve adopted her.”

Changbin, who has been listening, finally speaks up. “Hold up. You’re telling me there’s a ballerina out there who turned down Vaganova? The fuck kind of ballerina does that?”

Minho shrugs again. “She wants to be on Broadway.”

“That’s a choice,” Felix mutters.

“She’s a theatre major,” Minho explains. “She’s practising for the big showcase right now. Jisung’s being her hype man or some shit.”

Felix hums in thought. “I kinda wanna meet her now.”

Hyunjin nods in agreement. “Same. You think she’d actually teach us some aerial stuff?”

Minho stretches his legs out. “Maybe. You’d have to ask her.”

Jeongin, who has been quiet for a moment, suddenly speaks up. “Okay, but what if she secretly hates Jisung and she’s just waiting for the right moment to murder him?”

Minho gives him a blank look. “They fucking bathed together as babies. She’s not gonna kill him.”

Jeongin scoffs. “Sounds like the perfect cover story.”

Chan groans. “Why the fuck do you say shit like this?”

Jeongin grins. “Keeps life interesting.”

Felix shakes his head and then nudges Hyunjin. “We should figure out a way to meet her.”

Hyunjin hums. “Yeah. If Minho likes her, she’s gotta be cool.”

Minho rolls his eyes. “She’s not a fucking zoo exhibit, Jesus.”

Felix tilts his head, his lips curving into a smirk as he glances at Minho. “Is she cute?”

Minho doesn’t even hesitate. “Yeah. She’s got this dyed white and black hair, black with two white streaks at the front, white underlayer. Kinda like that one chick from Harry Potter.”

Felix’s eyes widen slightly before a grin spreads across his face. “Narcissa Malfoy,” he breathes, looking downright delighted. “One of the MILFiest MILFs to ever MILF. Holy shit.”

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow but smirks when Felix turns to look at him with a knowing glint in his eyes. Felix leans in, nudging him playfully, and Hyunjin chuckles before nudging him back.

“Jesus fucking Christ,” Chan mutters, rubbing his temples. “The two of you cannot fuck Jisung’s friend.”

Felix gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. “Excuse me?”

Chan glares at him. “I’m serious. Stick to the usual desperate guys or girls you pick up to rail between you. Do not get any ideas about Jisung’s friend.”

Felix scoffs. “We are not that bad!” He turns to Hyunjin, pressing his face close. “Are we, baby?”

Hyunjin doesn’t even pause. “No.”

The entire room erupts into groans, scoffs, and snorts of disbelief.

“Not that bad?” Minho says, narrowing his eyes. “Not that bad?”

“You two are actual menaces,” Changbin says, shaking his head.

Jeongin snorts. “Bro, do we need to start listing shit? ‘Cause I can start listing shit.”

“Oh, please,” Felix says, rolling his eyes. “Go ahead.”

Seungmin cracks his neck before ticking off on his fingers. “Alright. Last month, you two took home that one guy from our rival football team and railed him so good he showed up to the next game unable to walk properly.”

Chan lets out a loud groan. “Oh, fuck, I forgot about that. That was embarrassing.”

Hyunjin just grins. “We won that game, though.”

“That is not the fucking point,” Chan snaps.

Minho crosses his arms. “There was also that one girl from the photography department. You two fucked her in the darkroom. During open hours.”

Felix shrugs. “In our defence, it was empty.”

Changbin lets out a bark of laughter. “It was empty because everyone left when they heard what the fuck was going on.”

Jeongin smirks. “Oh, oh! What about that bartender from Golden Hour? The one who gave you guys free shots all night and then went home with you?”

Hyunjin sighs fondly. “She made us breakfast the next morning. Sweet girl.”

Minho gives him a deadpan look. “That’s not the fucking point.”

Felix shakes his head, grinning. “I don’t see how any of this is a problem.”

Seungmin lets out a sharp, humourless laugh. “Of course you don’t.”

Chan points a finger at them. “I am saying this once. Jisung’s friend is off-limits. You two have your little freaky sex adventures with people who know what they’re getting into, and that’s fine. But you will not touch her. Got it?”

Felix pouts dramatically. “You’re so mean, Chris.”

“I will actually beat the shit out of you,” Chan says, exasperated.

Minho sighs, running a hand through his hair before fixing them both with a pointed look. “You two cannot upset this girl, okay? She is my boyfriend’s best friend. Jisung would choose her over me any fucking day of the week, no hesitation. If you fuckers upset her, I have to cut you out of my life just to save my relationship.”

Felix blinks. “Damn. That serious?”

“Yes, you dumbass,” Minho snaps. “Jisung is the best sex I’ve ever had, and I am not losing that because you two decide to be little whores and fuck over his best friend.”

Hyunjin presses his lips together, eyes twinkling with amusement. “That’s fair.”

“Not to mention,” Minho continues, “Y/N cooks better food than all of you combined. I slaved away to build this fucking friendship with her, and I will not lose it because you two dipshits can’t keep it in your pants.”

Felix tilts his head. “She cooks?”

“Yes, and it’s fucking amazing,” Minho says. “Like, restaurant-tier shit. I will actually commit murder if I lose that.”

Felix hums. “So, you’re saying she’s cute, she’s insanely talented, and she can cook?” He turns to Hyunjin. “Baby, I think I’m in love.”

Minho throws a pillow at him. “Shut the fuck up. I am dead fucking serious. If you make her uncomfortable in any way, I will kill you, then kill myself out of guilt for associating with you.”

Seungmin nods. “I’ll help.”

Chan sighs. “Same.”

Hyunjin just smirks. “Noted.”

Jisung stands in the middle of the Alpha Phi frat house living room, arms crossed, expression severe, well, as severe as Jisung can look. Minho is beside him, arms mirroring his boyfriend’s stance, though there’s a distinct gleam in his eyes that promises he will absolutely make good on any threats Jisung is about to lay down.

"Alright, listen the fuck up," Jisung announces, looking around at his gathered frat brothers like they’re about to be disciplined by a high school principal. "I have managed to convince my best friend, my ride or die, the person I would sell all of you for in a heartbeat, to come over tomorrow and meet you absolute fucking heathens."

Felix grins. "Oh shit, is this the elusive Y/N?"

"The one and only," Jisung says before levelling a sharp look at everyone in the room. "But there are ground rules. You will follow them, or Minho will make your lives miserable. I will not hesitate to give him the go-ahead. You all know what he’s like when he’s pissed."

Minho smirks and nods, looking positively gleeful at the thought.

"Rule number one," Jisung continues, holding up a finger. "No interrogating her. She is shy, she is sweet, and if you overwhelm her, I will be the one throwing fists, not Minho."

Changbin shifts in his seat. "Define interrogating."

Minho narrows his eyes. "If you so much as grill her on her entire life history within the first five minutes, I’m shaving your eyebrows off in your sleep."

Changbin sighs. "Noted."

"Rule number two," Jisung says, his voice gaining a sharper edge. "No flirting, no asking for threesomes, no trying to see how fast you can make her blush, none of that bullshit."

His eyes land directly on Felix and Hyunjin, who are both lounging on the couch looking far too innocent for anyone to actually believe it and Hyunjin feigns offence, placing a hand on his chest. "Why are you looking at me and my angel?"

Jisung deadpans. "Because you two propositioned the pizza delivery guy last night."

Felix huffs. "And?"

"You offered to tip him in dick," Jisung snaps.

Felix shrugs. "And he accepted. The man was in heaven for hours getting spit-roasted."

Changbin chokes on his drink. Jeongin lets out a wheeze of laughter. Chan just groans, rubbing a hand over his face. "Point is," Jisung says, rubbing his temples, "Y/N is not here for that. You will treat her with respect."

Hyunjin smirks. "We are nothing if not respectful."

Minho scoffs. "I’m gonna fucking kill you."

Jisung ignores him and presses on. "Rule three, be polite and clean. She already knows you’re all heathens, but she doesn’t need to see the full extent of the hedonism in this house."

Seungmin snorts. "So, what you’re saying is, we should hide the evidence?"

"Yes, you fucking goblin," Jisung says. "That means no used condoms on the floor, no random underwear hanging off the TV, and for the love of God, clean the couch."

Changbin glances at the couch. "What’s wrong with the couch?"

Minho gives him a look. "Bin, that couch has seen more fluids than a goddamn hospital."

Jisung presses on, ignoring the groans of disgust that ripple through the room. "Rule four, and this is important, be clothed."

Every single set of eyes in the room immediately lands on Chan, who is, predictably, sitting in nothing but his boxers.

Chan blinks. "What?"

Jisung glares. "We are all used to seeing your dick or balls fall out of your boxers when you manspread or seeing you walk around like you were just fucking born, but Y/N does not deserve that horror. Fully clothed tomorrow."

Chan scoffs. "My dick does not-"

"Your dick absolutely does," Seungmin interrupts.

"I saw your balls fall out at breakfast two days ago," Changbin adds.

"That time we were watching a movie and your dick just flopped out like it was clocking in for work," Jeongin says.

Felix grins. "You were in the kitchen last week making eggs, and I saw your whole-ass sack."

"That time at practice when you sat on the bench and forgot you weren’t wearing underwear," Hyunjin says, shaking his head.

Chan scowls. "Okay, you guys are exaggerating."

Jisung gives him a flat look. "It’s out right now."

Chan grumbles, shifting his legs. "I like airflow."

Jisung shakes his head in disappointment before moving on. "Rule five, and this is specifically for you, Jeongin, keep your feral pussy poker away from her."

Jeongin gapes. "Excuse me?"

"You are the fucking worst," Jisung accuses. "Raw dogging every girl you meet, and you especially have a shy girl kink, you cute little bastard."

"I do not-"

Seungmin cuts him off. "We all caught you raw dogging that fucking cheerleader in the locker room."

"And that ball bunny on the kitchen counter," Hyunjin adds.

"And the girl on the couch," Changbin chimes in.

"And the TA," Chan sighs.

Jeongin groans, throwing his head back. "Okay, okay, point made."

"Yeah, so you keep that demon dick locked the fuck up around Y/N," Jisung warns.

Changbin crosses his arms. "And what happens if we don’t?"

Jisung smirks. "I let Minho off his leash."

Minho beams.

Jisung continues. "Not only would you be upsetting my best friend, my fucking ride or die, but you’d also be upsetting Minho’s friend. And you all know Minho is protective as fuck over her. She’s like one of his cats."

Minho nods, smug.

"My night terror of a boyfriend has my full permission to make your lives miserable. For. Ev. Er," Jisung finishes, his voice dropping into something ominous.

The room falls into a contemplative silence before Minho claps his hands together. "Oh, I have plans."

Felix raises an eyebrow. "What kind of plans?"

Minho smirks. "Well, for starters, I will piss on your beds."

Hyunjin wrinkles his nose. "Like a fucking cat?"

"Yes."

Jeongin groans. "That’s so fucking gross."

"You touch Y/N, you get marked like territory," Minho says cheerfully.

"Jesus fucking Christ," Chan mutters.

"Oh, and I’m switching out all your body wash for Nair," Minho continues.

Felix gapes. "You wouldn’t."

Minho grins wider. "Wouldn't I?"

Seungmin exhales. "You absolutely would."

"I’m also changing all your ringtones to my voice saying terrible things at max volume," Minho adds.

Jisung grins. "Oh, that one’s good."

"Sabotaging alarm clocks, hiding keys, replacing all snacks with wasabi-coated almonds," Minho lists off, ticking each one on his fingers. "Setting your laptop wallpapers to cursed images, filling your shampoo bottles with mayonnaise, oh, and if you touch her, Jeongin, I will glue your fucking dick to your stomach."

Jeongin looks horrified. "You are an actual fucking psychopath."

Minho tilts his head, smiling. "Then follow the fucking rules."

Felix sighs. "Fine, we’ll be good."

Hyunjin pouts but nods.

Jeongin groans but mutters, "Whatever."

"Good," Jisung says, clapping his hands together. "Tomorrow, we’re on our best behaviour. If I have to kill any of you, I’m making you pay for the bleach to clean up the mess."

Minho nods, satisfied. "Now, who wants dinner? I cooked, and none of you deserve it, but I’m feeling generous."

As the boys disperse, Felix mutters to Hyunjin, "Still think she’s gonna be hot, though."

Minho glares at him. "I heard that, you little shit."

Jisung yanks the front door open with a dramatic flourish, grinning wide as he sees you standing there. "Y/N! Welcome to the den of indecency!"

You blink at him, lips curving into a small amused smile. "It can’t be that bad."

Minho, standing just behind Jisung, simply lifts an arm and gestures toward the coffee table in the middle of the frat house living room. You follow his gaze and sure enough, sitting right there on the table is a banana, proudly wearing a condom. Jisung groans, grabs the banana, and promptly chucks it at Seungmin, who catches it without even looking up from where he’s standing in front of Jeongin, arms crossed, face locked in the kind of judgmental expression only he can pull off.

"You fucking psychopath," Jisung mutters.

Seungmin waves a dismissive hand. "It’s a visual aid."

Minho smirks at you. "Still think it’s not that bad?"

Your lips press together in an attempt to hold back laughter as you step inside. "I stand corrected."

Seungmin, still ignoring the peanut gallery, turns back to Jeongin with an expression of pure exasperation. "Okay, I don’t know how else to explain this to you. You keep acting like condoms are some mythical burden when they are literally designed to prevent you from ruining your goddamn life."

Jeongin slouches on the couch, arms crossed, looking very much like a petulant child being forced to eat vegetables. "I’m not ruining my life."

Seungmin scoffs. "No? You think I wanna spend the next eighteen years hearing you bitch about child support payments? ‘Cause I don’t. I already have to deal with your constant whining about having to wake up before noon. Imagine adding a baby to that equation."

Jisung gestures vaguely. "That’s Seungmin and Jeongin, by the way," he tells you.

You nod, watching as Seungmin grabs the banana again and waves it in Jeongin’s face.

"Do you see this?" Seungmin asks.

"I see it, Seungmin," Jeongin sighs.

"This could be your dick," Seungmin says.

"Stop saying that like it’s a fucking commercial," Jeongin groans.

Seungmin holds up the condom-covered banana. "Look how simple this is. Banana. Condom. Boom. Protected. This is not rocket science, dumbass."

Jeongin glares at him. "Why don’t Jisung and Minho get this lecture? They raw dog each other all the time!"

Seungmin doesn’t even hesitate. "They’re two men in a committed relationship, no risk of STDs, and a baby is biologically impossible. Their biggest concern is haemorrhoids."

Minho nods sagely. "Real shit."

You can’t help it, you let out a small giggle at that, covering your mouth. Jisung gasps dramatically and whips around to face you.

"Did you just fucking laugh?"

"Maybe."

Minho grins. "She thinks we’re funny. You might actually survive in this house."

Jisung shakes his head, still dramatically scandalized before he fully takes you in. His eyes narrow slightly. "Hold up." He tilts his head. "Why am I looking up at you right now?"

You blink at him, confused, before following his gaze down to your feet. "Oh." You gesture at your platform Converse. "Shoes."

Jisung scowls. "Outrageous. Take them off."

You laugh, but you comply, toeing off your shoes and stepping out of them. Now back at your usual height, you glance at him.

Jisung immediately nods, satisfied. "There we go. Back to the same height. All is right in the world again."

Minho sighs. "You are the dumbest person I know."

"Hey," Jisung says, pointing at him. "She was towering over me. That’s unnatural."

"It’s two fucking inches," Minho mutters.

Jisung shudders. "Still counts."

Seungmin clears his throat. "Excuse me, but I am still in the middle of my goddamn PSA."

Minho rolls his eyes, slinging an arm around your shoulders. "Come on, Y/N. Let’s leave these idiots to their nonsense."

As you follow Minho further into the house, Jisung throws one last glance at Jeongin. "Use the fucking condoms, feral boy. I’m not about to start babysitting because you can’t control your dick."

Jeongin groans. "Whatever."

Seungmin smirks. "No ‘whatever.’ You will respect the banana."

Jisung leads you into the kitchen with Minho right beside him, and the moment you step through the doorway, four heads turn in unison.

Seated around the kitchen island, mid-bite into whatever meal they’ve scrounged together, are four guys, all of them freezing as they catch sight of you.

Jisung gestures lazily. "Y/N, meet Chan, Changbin, Hyunjin, and Felix. Alright, fuckers, this is Y/N. Done? Great. Alright, Y/N, let’s go."

He immediately pivots on his heel like he’s about to march you right out of there, but the four of them are still staring, practically slack-jawed. Chan and Changbin mutter a low, simultaneous, "Damn," before exchanging a knowing glance and fist-bumping like absolute Neanderthals.

Felix’s mouth is slightly parted, eyes flicking over you like he’s trying to commit every detail to memory, and Hyunjin, still chewing his food, just blatantly watches you, his gaze unreadable but intense.

Jisung groans. "Oh my fucking god."

He grabs a tablecloth from the counter and dramatically holds it up in front of you like he’s shielding you from a pack of wolves. "Stop staring at her, you freaks!" he hisses. "Come on, Y/N, upstairs. Stay behind the tablecloth, I’ve got you, sweetie. Ignore the losers."

Jisung physically ushers you toward the stairs, still holding up the damn fabric like a makeshift barrier. Minho follows behind, hands shoved in his pockets, looking smug as hell. Behind you, the complaints start immediately.

"Are you fucking serious?" Chan grumbles.

"This is bullshit," Changbin adds.

Felix’s voice is loud and scandalized. "Jisung, you’re fucking gay, and you hid your hot female friend from us?"

Hyunjin scoffs. "Fucking betrayal, man."

Jisung doesn’t even turn around, still guiding you up the stairs. "She is a person, not a fucking collectable, you fucking vultures!"

"You let us think all your female friends were weird theatre kids!" Chan shouts.

"She is a theatre kid, you dumbass!" Jisung calls back.

"But a hot one!" Changbin complains.

Jisung groans. "Minho, baby, start biting."

Minho sighs happily, cracks his knuckles, and turns back around.

Felix barely has time to blink before Minho lunges and bites him right on the arm. "OW, YOU LITTLE-" Felix yelps, nearly dropping his fork.

Minho whirls and sinks his teeth into Hyunjin’s shoulder next, making the taller boy jerk back with a shout. "The fuck, Min?" Hyunjin complains, rubbing his shoulder like he’s just been mauled.

Chan barely gets out, "Oh, come on, that’s not-" before Minho turns and bites him directly on the bicep.

Changbin tries to escape, but Minho is fast, darting after him and chomping down on his forearm like a gremlin. "FUCK, FUCK, OKAY, JESUS!" Changbin howls.

Jisung smirks as he continues leading you upstairs. "That’s what you get, you absolute fucking vultures."

Jisung practically drags you into his bedroom, slamming the door shut behind him like he’s just escaped from a war zone. He presses his back against it, chest rising and falling dramatically as if he’s single-handedly saved you from an untimely fate at the hands of his ravenous frat brothers.

"Safe space," he announces.

You take one glance around the room and immediately deadpan. "Except for the biohazards growing in here."

Jisung frowns, looking vaguely offended. "Excuse me?"

You gesture vaguely to the mess surrounding you. It’s a disaster, clothes scattered across the floor, empty snack wrappers piled up on the desk, a concerning amount of energy drink cans stacked precariously in the corner like a makeshift tower of death. The air is thick with the undeniable scent of laundry that hasn’t quite made it to the washer yet, and there’s an unidentified object peeking out from under his bed that you’re not sure you even want to acknowledge.

"Jisung," you say slowly, carefully. "When was the last time you cleaned in here?"

He shrugs. "Define cleaned."

You stare at him and he grins. "Okay, okay, don’t give me that look. I clean. Sometimes."

You let out a long, suffering sigh and step further into the chaos, carefully manoeuvring around what looks like a hoodie he abandoned weeks ago. Your gaze lands on an old soju bottle sitting on his desk, filled with something dark and fuzzy, the inside clouded over with what can only be described as a science experiment gone horribly wrong.

"What the fuck is that?" you ask, pointing at it.

Jisung follows your gaze and beams. "That," he says proudly, "is now my vivarium. I’m hoping life forms grow in it and I discover a new species."

Your face twists in absolute horror. "Jisung, that is fucking disgusting."

He scoffs. "What? It’s not like I drink from it. It’s science. I’m conducting research. What if it becomes sentient? I could make billions of won from this."

You take a careful step away from the bottle as if proximity alone might make you contract some sort of airborne disease. "Jisung," you say seriously, "if that thing becomes sentient, it’s not gonna make you money. It’s gonna crawl out of that bottle in the middle of the night and strangle you for keeping it in there."

Jisung lets out a loud laugh. "Holy shit, imagine!" He clasps his hands together, eyes sparkling with excitement. "If it becomes sentient, I’m gonna call it Dobby."

You blink at him. "Wow. You’re gonna enslave the sentient life you’re growing. Cancelled."

Jisung gasps dramatically, placing a hand over his heart. "What?! You can’t cancel me!"

"Cancelled," you repeat, shaking your head in mock disappointment. "You’re cancelled, Jisung."

Jisung groans. "Noooo, you can’t do this to me! Think of my legacy!"

You raise an eyebrow. "Your legacy as the dumbass who let a mutant soju mould take over his frat house?"

He sighs, shaking his head. "You just don’t understand the vision."

"Some visions should remain undiscovered," you say, crossing your arms. "This is one of them."

Jisung pouts. "You’re no fun."

"I am fun," you argue. "I just also value basic hygiene."

"Basic hygiene is overrated," he mutters.

You give him a pointed look. "That’s exactly what someone with a sentient soju bottle would say."

Jisung flops onto his bed like he’s just run a marathon, stretching his limbs dramatically before grabbing his controller and starting up Mario Kart on his massive TV. The bright colours of the game flicker across the screen, illuminating his shit-eating grin as he shoots you a look.

"Oh, darling best friend," he says, voice dripping with exaggerated sweetness. "Please roll two spliffs for us, I beg of you. My weed, my cherry papers, and my grinder are in my drawer."

You roll your eyes but head over to the drawer anyway, easily finding his stash amongst the clutter of random bullshit, half-used ChapStick, tangled earphones, and an alarming amount of stray gum wrappers. You pluck out the necessary items, setting them on his desk before turning back toward him.

"Alright," you say. "Set me up as Rosalina then."

Jisung scoffs like this is an offence to his very soul. "You always pick her."

"And you always pick that little green one," you counter.

Jisung gasps, clutching his chest. "His name is YOSHI!"

You grin, settling yourself on the floor beside his bed as you begin grinding up the weed. "Yeah, yeah, whatever, dinosaur boy."

As you expertly roll, you suddenly remember something and fish around in your bag. "Oh! I got these," you say, pulling out a small packet and holding it up for him to see. "Dried rose petals. It’s how I smoke."

Jisung’s eyes widen in delight as he leans forward, inspecting them with interest. "Ooh, fancy! That’s some real fairy princess shit. You’re out here rolling magical, nature-ass blunts while I’m stuffing my lungs with fucking cherry papers like a peasant."

You chuckle, carefully mixing some of the dried petals into the rolling paper before sealing it up with practised ease. "It tastes really nice. Plus, it looks pretty."

Jisung shakes his head, amused. "Of course, you’d care about aesthetics even while getting high."

Before you can respond, Minho saunters into the room, arms crossed as he surveys the situation like an unimpressed parent walking in on their child making a terrible life decision. "What’s up, losers," he greets.

Jisung perks up immediately. "Oh! Perfect timing, babe. I’m setting up for a three-player race." He quickly adjusts the settings before turning to you with puppy-dog eyes. "Can you roll Min one too?"

You nod, already reaching for more paper as Minho sighs dramatically before holding something up in his hands. "I brought a clean blanket from my room so you don’t have to sit directly on Jisung’s bed."

You gasp, placing a hand over your heart. "God bless you, Lee Minho."

Minho grins, pleased with himself, and lays the blanket down on the bed before plopping himself down. Jisung, completely ignoring the display of chivalry, is too busy selecting his kart, eyes locked on the screen like his life depends on it.

As you finish rolling the second spliff, you glance up at Minho. "By the way, Minho, how have you allowed that?" You gesture toward the cursed soju bottle of doom.

Minho immediately scowls. "I tried to throw it out. He bit me."

Jisung cackles. "It’s my science experiment, I had to defend it!"

Minho rubs his wrist as if recalling the traumatic event. "You are actually fucking feral. Who bites their own boyfriend over a mouldy-ass bottle?"

Jisung grins. "Me. And I’d do it again."

The rhythmic, eerie notes of Ma Meilleure Ennemie echo through the empty college dance studio, the haunting melody filling the space as you dangle upside down from the aerial hoop. Your legs are hooked securely over the steel ring, muscles taut as you let yourself spin slowly, arms outstretched, fingers grazing the air with every lazy rotation.

The fabric of your black yoga shorts clings to your thighs, your white cropped turtleneck hugging your torso, moving with the soft rise and fall of your breath. Your hair, clipped up in its usual messy style, sways slightly with your movements, and though you can’t see yourself, you know the contrast of your flawless black-and-white eyeliner, the subtle shimmer of pink gloss, adds to the picture of quiet elegance you strive to maintain.

The world shifts around you in soft blurs as you spin, upside down but completely in control, the dim studio lights casting long shadows across the polished floors.

"Hi!"

The sudden voice nearly startles you enough to make you lose focus. Your grip on the hoop tightens instinctively as your eyes snap toward the entrance of the studio. You spot a bright smile first. Platinum blond mullet, warm brown eyes, an aura of pure sunshine even under the cool fluorescent lighting.

You quickly adjust, lifting yourself up so you’re seated properly in the hoop, legs draped over the metal as you gaze down at him.

Felix beams up at you like he’s just stumbled upon something magical. "Jin! She’s here!"

A second later, another head pops into the room, dark eyes and feathered bangs, the sharp cut of Hyunjin’s jawline evident even from a distance.

Felix gestures between the two of them. "I don’t know if you remember, but you met us at the frat house the other day. Felix and Hyunjin."

You do remember, though your interaction with them was brief before Jisung had shielded you with a tablecloth and rushed you upstairs. You study them now, still seated in your hoop, slightly tilted as you continue to spin just a little, an unintentional effect of being up here.

Your voice is soft when you speak. "Can I help you?"

Felix and Hyunjin both crane their necks, staring up at you with something close to awe, like they weren’t expecting to walk in and see you suspended in midair like some kind of ethereal acrobat.

Felix is the first to recover. "Yeah, actually! We want to learn how to do that!" He gestures toward you. "In the hoop. Like Zendaya in Greatest Showman!"

You blink. "You two want to-"

Hyunjin sighs, giving Felix a look before turning back to you. "Felix wants to do a couples activity. He chose this."

Felix grins, completely unapologetic. "When are you free?"

You hesitate for a moment, still processing the image of these two very athletic frat boys attempting something as graceful and controlled as aerial hoop. But there’s something so eager about Felix’s expression, and Hyunjin, despite his usual sharp-edged aura, doesn’t seem opposed to the idea.

"Tuesday and Thursday after six p.m."

Felix nods immediately. "We can do that!"

There’s an unmistakable excitement in his voice, and even Hyunjin looks intrigued as they continue gazing up at you, as if seeing you like this has only cemented their decision.

You exhale, amusement tugging at your lips as you realize you’re about to teach two frat boys how to fly.

Felix’s room in the Alpha Phi frat house is different from the chaos outside its walls. Where the rest of the house is an unholy mess of abandoned beer cans, questionable stains, and the lingering scent of cologne, weed, and regret, Felix’s room is a haven. It’s warm, dimly lit with fairy lights strung along the walls, and the air smells like vanilla and cinnamon, like fresh-baked cookies and something unmistakably Felix.

The bed is a cocoon of soft blankets, mismatched but cosy, and there are stuffed animals nestled between the pillows, a stark contrast to the general debauchery of frat life. A Polaroid collage of his favourite memories covers one wall, photos of the guys mid-laugh, blurry selfies, and an obscene number of candid shots of Hyunjin. 

Felix is curled up against Hyunjin, nuzzling into his chest, fingers absentmindedly tracing patterns on Hyunjin’s arm. "She's so pretty," Felix murmurs, voice soft.

Hyunjin nods, lips pressing to Felix’s temple as he absentmindedly runs his fingers through Felix’s hair. "Yeah."

They lay there for a moment, lost in thought, the warmth of each other’s bodies a familiar comfort. Then Felix, ever the chaotic one, shifts, pulling back just enough to tilt his head up at Hyunjin. "So what if we date her?"

Hyunjin blinks. "What, like a throuple?"

Felix nods immediately as if the thought has been brewing in his mind for hours. "Think about it. We get to know her, we romance her, we woo her."

Hyunjin scoffs, amused. "Woo her?"

Felix grins. "Yeah. Woo. We can woo."

Hyunjin smirks. "We would be ace at wooing."

Felix nods eagerly. "Exactly! You, with your art and deep-ass stares that make people weak in the knees, and me, with my baking and cooking skills. Who the fuck could resist that?"

Hyunjin huffs out a laugh. "You’re so fucking serious about this."

"Dead fucking serious," Felix says, pushing himself up so he’s sitting cross-legged. "We need a plan."

Before Hyunjin can even process what’s happening, Felix is reaching over to his bedside table, grabbing his designated planning notebook, a beat-up, sticker-covered thing that has been used for everything from grocery lists to world domination strategies.

Felix flips it open, grabs a handful of glitter pens, and looks up at Hyunjin with wide, determined eyes. "Alright, let’s map this shit out."

Hyunjin drags a hand down his face. "God, I love you, you ridiculous fucking man."

Felix winks. "I know, baby. Now grab a pen, we have work to do."

Hyunjin sighs but grabs a pink glitter pen, because at this point, why the fuck not?

Felix taps the pen against his chin. "Step one..."

Hyunjin raises a brow. "We know nothing about her."

Felix gasps, dropping his pen. "You're so fucking right." He scribbles messily across the top of the page, STEP ONE: GET TO KNOW HER.

Hyunjin leans in, intrigued now despite himself. "How do we do that?"

Felix grins, eyes sparkling with mischief. "Oh, baby, we are about to research the fuck out of her."

Hyunjin grins. “So, stalking.”

Felix smacks his arm. “No, dumbass. We just hang out with her. Talk to her. Figure out what she likes.”

Hyunjin smirks. “Which is basically soft stalking.”

Felix rolls his eyes but doesn’t argue. Hyunjin leans over Felix’s shoulder, watching as the glittery pink pen scratches across the notebook page, the words STEP ONE: GET TO KNOW HER underlined three times like it’s the most important revelation of the century. He tilts his head, drumming his fingers lightly against his knee.

"What if Jisung finds this little written-out plan?" he asks because honestly, that is a real concern. Jisung has no common sense but he does have an eerily good sixth sense for bullshit.

Felix waves a dismissive hand. "Don’t be silly, Jisung can’t read."

From the room next door, there’s an offended whine. "Hey!"

Minho’s voice follows almost immediately, smooth and amused. "It’s okay, baby, reading is hard for some people."

"I WILL BITE YOUR DICK OFF."

Felix dissolves into laughter, clutching his stomach as he flops backwards onto the bed. Hyunjin just shakes his head, exhaling through his nose, because of course, this is his life.

Once Felix regains his composure, he sits up and beams at Hyunjin. "Anyway, don’t worry about Jisung finding our little operation."

Hyunjin gives him a wary look. "Why do you sound like you already thought of a way to distract him?"

Felix grins, practically vibrating with excitement. "Because I did."

He reaches under the bed and pulls out a nondescript brown shopping bag. Hyunjin watches, both curious and slightly apprehensive, as Felix rummages inside before triumphantly holding up a bright pink box full of edible panties.

Hyunjin blinks. "I-" He gestures vaguely at the box. "What the actual fuck?"

Felix wiggles the box, his grin growing. "I nipped off campus earlier and bought these. I’m gonna give them to Jisung and Minho, and those two will be too distracted by these to realise we’re trying to woo his best friend!"

Hyunjin runs a hand down his face, shaking his head. "You are insane."

Felix gasps, pressing a hand to his chest. "How dare you? This is strategy."

Hyunjin gives him a flat look. "Your strategy is to give Jisung candy underwear?"

Felix nods enthusiastically. "Exactly! It’s foolproof! They’ll be too busy either laughing their asses off or actually trying them out to notice us being all sneaky and romantic."

Hyunjin sighs, knowing better than to argue when Felix is in one of his chaotic, genius moods. "And what’s with the second box?"

Felix’s grin turns positively wicked. "That’s for us."

Hyunjin just stares and Felix wiggles his eyebrows. "You’ll eat cherry panties off me, right? And I’ll eat them off you!"

Hyunjin groans. "You actually have a problem."

Felix nudges him playfully. "Oh, come on, babe, don’t pretend that doesn’t sound hot."

Hyunjin mutters something under his breath but doesn’t deny it, which makes Felix laugh in victory. Then, as if remembering why they were here in the first place, Felix suddenly sits up straight. "Right! Planning!"

Hyunjin exhales heavily, rubbing his temples. "Finally."

Felix grins, flipping the page in his notebook. "Okay, step two..."

Hyunjin glances at him, amusement dancing in his dark eyes. "Operation Woo is officially in session."

Hyunjin and Felix push through the doors of the college dance studio, the familiar scent of resin, rubber mats, and faint lavender from the cleaning sprays hitting them immediately. The room is massive, lined with mirrors, with high ceilings fitted with sturdy metal rigs designed for aerial apparatuses. The air is cool, the faint hum of the ventilation system filling the space between their footsteps.

You’re already waiting for them, standing near the aerial hoops, adjusting some of the rigging with an expert touch. The bright studio lights illuminate you from above, casting a soft glow over your features. You’re dressed in sleek black leggings and a white cropped, tight long-sleeve top that clings to your figure, your hands and feet wrapped securely, a necessary precaution for grip and safety. Your black hair is messily clipped up, the two stark white strips at the front framing your face.

Felix, ever the ball of sunshine, greets you first. "Hey, gorgeous instructor," he says with a wink.

Hyunjin elbows him lightly. "Stop trying to flirt on day one."

You flush slightly, eyes darting to the side as you hold out two harnesses for them. "Here," you say softly, the shyness in your voice evident, "put these on."

Hyunjin takes his with an amused smile. "Damn, I was hoping we’d just get to climb up and hope for the best."

You shake your head, the ghost of a smile playing on your lips. "You’d break your neck."

Felix lets out a breathless laugh as he starts stepping into his harness. "See, this is why we need you."

You kneel down slightly, adjusting Felix’s straps first, making sure they sit snug against his waist and thighs before moving to Hyunjin. He stands still as you tighten the buckles, hands brushing against his hips briefly. His dark eyes watch you, something unreadable flickering in them.

Once their harnesses are secure, you lead them toward the hoops, clicking their carabiners onto the rigging before moving toward a nearby control panel. You press the button that raises the hoops slowly, allowing them to get a feel for the tension before you step away.

Then, without hesitation, you grip your own hoop freehand, fingers curling securely around the cool steel as it lifts into the air. With effortless grace, you swing yourself upward, twisting lightly before perching in the hoop, your legs draped elegantly over the metal, your back straight.

Felix and Hyunjin, still slightly disoriented from just being in the air, watch with open admiration.

"Okay," you say, voice gentle but steady. "Simple stuff today. Just getting comfortable. Move however you want, see how your body feels in the air."

Felix exhales, shifting slightly in the harness. "Distract us."

Hyunjin nods. "Yeah, tell us about yourself while we try not to panic."

You hesitate slightly before tilting your head. "Um, I’m twenty."

Felix perks up. "Oh shit, we’re twenty-one."

You nod, twisting your wrist lightly against the hoop, letting the movement centre you. "I did ballet for years, but I rarely practice anymore. Only enough to stay flexible."

Felix grins. "Favourite colour?"

You hum softly, fingers tracing absent patterns on the steel. "Blue. Deep ocean blue."

Felix nods approvingly. "Solid choice. Favourite sweet treat?"

"Salted caramel brownies."

Felix makes a noise of delight. "I knew I liked you."

Hyunjin, who has been watching you quietly, speaks up. "Favourite piece of artwork?"

You pause, lips pursing slightly. "Most people would say a painting," you murmur, eyes drifting to the ceiling in thought. "But I’d say the Varvakeion Athena."

Felix furrows his brows. "That a sculpture?"

You nod. "It’s a Roman marble copy of the original Athena Parthenos statue. I went to Athens last summer to see it at The National Archaeological Museum." You glance at them. "Ji came with me."

Felix’s eyes widen. "Oh shit, he said he went to Greece!"

Hyunjin exhales, something flickering in his expression. "I've always wanted to go there," he admits. "It’s on my art history bucket list."

You smile, the shyness still lingering in the corners of your lips. "You should go. The museums alone are worth it."

Hyunjin watches you, his fingers tightening slightly on the hoop. Oh yeah, he thinks. This girl is gonna ruin us.

Felix and Hyunjin are sprawled out on Felix’s bed, limbs tangled comfortably as Arcane plays in the background. The glow from the TV bathes the room in soft neon hues, blues, purples, and oranges flickering across their faces as Jinx wreaks havoc on the screen.

Between them, Felix’s designated planning notebook lays open, its pages already filled with messy, colourful writing and an obscene amount of glitter pen doodles. They’ve been adding to it ever since they got back from the dance studio, scribbling down everything they learned about you in an effort to refine Operation Woo.

Hyunjin flips his glitter pen between his fingers, his other hand resting comfortably against Felix’s hip. "Deep ocean blue for favourite colour," he murmurs, reading aloud as he underlines the words. "Salted caramel brownies for favourite sweet treat. Girl’s got taste."

Felix grins, propping himself up on one elbow as he kicks his legs back and forth. "My plan worked!" he announces proudly. "Distracted!"

From across the hall, an obscene noise filters through the walls, Jisung’s breathy moan, followed by something that sounds suspiciously like Minho chuckling.

Hyunjin sighs deeply, rubbing his temples. "So fucking distracted."

Felix giggles. "See? I told you the edible panties would work."

Hyunjin lifts his head slightly, staring at him in mock horror. "The worst part is that they’re actually using them."

Felix snickers, his freckles crinkling with amusement. "Jisung has zero shame."

Another particularly loud noise echoes through the house, and Hyunjin aggressively presses a pillow over his face. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Felix pats his stomach soothingly. "Shhh, let them live their best life, baby."

"I don’t want to hear their best life," Hyunjin groans into the pillow.

Felix, completely unbothered, flicks his glitter pen open again and leans over the notebook. "Alright, next steps. Bake brownies." He underlines it three times. "We need to flirt with her, but in a way that won’t be too much."

Hyunjin lifts the pillow off his face and turns his head toward Felix, eyes narrowing. "Define too much."

Felix hums thoughtfully. "Like, enough that she knows we’re into her, but not so much that she gets overwhelmed and runs away."

Hyunjin twirls his pen lazily. "So no ‘hey baby, let’s go back to our place and make it a throuple tonight’?"

Felix snorts. "Yeah, no. Ease her into it. Be charming. Use our natural chemistry. We are sexy, we are alluring."

Hyunjin smirks. "We are menacing."

Felix winks. "Exactly."

Hyunjin taps the notebook. "We should also find out if she likes poetry. Romantic poetry shit is prime for girls like Y/N."

Felix blinks. "You think?"

Hyunjin grins, reaching for his phone. "Lix, trust me. Girls like her? The soft, shy, kind ones? They melt over romantic poetry. Give her some flowery words, and she’ll be ours before she even realizes."

Felix watches as Hyunjin starts scrolling through classic poetry collections, his dark hair falling into his face as he smirks.

Felix grins to himself. "You’re fucking dangerous."

Felix walks into the dance studio with Hyunjin in tow, his usual bright energy tempered only slightly by the plastic container clutched in one hand. The smell of caramel and chocolate drifts faintly from the tub, and he beams at the thought of presenting his little offering to you.

The studio is quiet, save for the faint hum of the air vents and the creak of rigging. And then they see you. You’re perched high in the aerial hoop, your legs hooked securely over the metal, your body poised as if weightless. The second you spot them, there’s no hesitation, no graceful climb down, no careful descent. You simply let go.

Felix’s heart fucking stops.

You drop, free-falling through the air like gravity is nothing, like the laws of physics don’t apply to you, and just when Felix is about to have a fucking heart attack, you hit the safety mat with fluid ease, rolling seamlessly to your feet in one smooth motion.

Felix lets out a strangled noise and immediately slaps one hand over his eyes. "Fucking hell, woman!"

Hyunjin, meanwhile, lets out an appreciative whistle. "Damn," he mutters.

You brush off your leggings, smiling softly as you greet them. "Hey, guys."

Felix, still reeling, drops his hand from his eyes and jabs a finger at you. "You can't just do that!"

You tilt your head, blinking at him in confusion. "Do what?"

"Scare me into an early grave!" Felix huffs, still clutching his Tupperware tub like a lifeline.

Hyunjin snickers, nudging him. "Relax, babe, she knows what she’s doing."

You nod, amusement flickering in your gaze. "I do it all the time."

Felix groans. "Great. Cool. Love that for my fucking blood pressure." Then he thrusts the container forward. "Anyway, I made you salted caramel brownies."

Your eyes widen slightly as you take the tub from him, handling it like it’s something precious. "Oh, thank you," you say. "You didn’t have to."

Felix grins. "Wanted to."

Hyunjin watches the exchange, eyes sharp as ever, before he casually leans against the nearest barre. "So, do you read? I need some recommendations."

You perk up slightly, shifting the tub of brownies in your arms. "Yeah, I like poetry."

Hyunjin hums, sharing a quick glance with Felix that you don’t catch. Bingo.

You set the brownies down carefully, then step toward the harnesses, pulling them from the hooks on the wall. "Ready to get started?"

Felix grins. "Strap me in, baby."

Once they’re both secured in their harnesses, they let you guide them through the next steps, demonstrating different movements in the hoop with practised ease. You explain the importance of balance, of tension, of keeping their core engaged, all while effortlessly moving through poses that make it look so damn easy.

It’s not. Felix and Hyunjin struggle at first, laughing at their own flailing attempts, but they’re quick learners, determined to keep up.

The whole time, they soft-flirt. Felix, grinning as he swings slightly, says, "I think you’re just showing off now, princess."

You blink at him, lips parting slightly before you quickly lower your gaze.

Hyunjin, hanging upside down for the first time, smirks. "Damn, Y/N. You always this good at making people weak in the knees?"

You freeze for half a second, fingers tightening on the hoop before you glance away. Felix exchanges a look with Hyunjin. Oh, this is fun.

Later, as you help Felix adjust his grip, his fingers brushing against yours, he flashes his brightest smile. "You got the prettiest hands, you know that?"

You stare at him for a long moment before blinking and looking down, clearing your throat softly.

Hyunjin chuckles under his breath. "Adorable."

By the end of the session, it’s clear, you’re not used to being flirted with like this. Not by them. And that? That just makes the game even better.

You sit cross-legged on Jisung’s bed, hands resting in your lap as you look between him and Minho with the kind of seriousness usually reserved for life-or-death situations. "I need you to teach me how to flirt," you say.

Jisung’s eyes light up instantly. "Gladly!"

You shake your head, pointing directly at Minho. "Not you. Him."

Jisung gapes at you, clutching his chest in exaggerated betrayal. "What the fuck?!"

Minho grins, stretching his arms above his head like he’s just been called in for his moment of glory. "Oh, sweetheart, get ready for me to turn you into a fucking succubus."

Jisung groans, flopping backwards dramatically. "This is bullshit!"

Minho pats his thigh condescendingly. "She needs guidance that you can’t give her, baby."

Jisung sits up, squinting at you. "Wait. Hold on. Rewind. Who are you flirting with?"

You tilt your head slightly, lips twitching. "Your eomma."

Jisung sucks in a breath, his face twisting. "Bitch. The worst part is you could probably turn my eomma gay."

Minho snorts, shaking his head. "Okay, let’s focus. Flirt with me."

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Min, baby, I don’t know if you remember, but you’re gay."

Minho waves a hand dismissively. "It’s for science." He turns back to you. "Come on. Woo me."

You stare at him for a second, then sigh. "I don’t know how."

Minho smirks, shifting closer. "That’s why I’m teaching you," He studies you for a moment, then hums. "You already have a massive advantage."

Jisung scoffs. "Yeah, she’s fucking hot."

Minho snaps his fingers. "Exactly. And on top of that, she’s got that whole soft, sweet, shy thing going on. You know what that means?"

Jisung smirks. "That’s why everyone thinks you like them."

Your mouth opens slightly in surprise. "Wait, what?"

Minho nods sagely. "You’re too soft-spoken and polite for your own good. Guys see the way you lower your eyes when you talk, the way you tuck your hair behind your ear, and they assume shit."

Jisung snorts. "She literally has it down to an art by accident."

Minho places a hand on his chest. "I am the expert here, Ji, shhh." He turns back to you. "Alright, so flirting. First things first, lean into the shyness. Play into it. Flutter those pretty lashes, soften your voice, act like you don’t even realize how fucking tempting you are."

You frown. "That’s how I always act."

Jisung claps his hands. "See?! This is what I mean."

Minho smirks. "You’ve been driving people insane without even trying. But now? Now we weaponize it."

Jisung sighs dramatically and turns to the side, staring at his mouldy soju bottle. "I’m just gonna talk to Dobby. No one needs me anymore."

Minho ignores him. "Okay, I’m going out on a limb here and assuming you are not dominant."

Jisung cackles and you shake your head immediately. "No."

Minho grins. "Perfect. Then we tailor your flirting to be all soft and submissive."

You nod slowly, starting to see his logic. "Okay."

Minho leans in slightly, lowering his voice conspiratorially. "The key," he says, "is keeping that sweet, innocent voice while saying absolute filthy shit."

You swallow. "Like what?"

Minho smirks. "Say this to me. ‘You’re so strong. I bet you could do anything you wanted to me, and I wouldn’t even stop you.’"

You inhale sharply but steady yourself. Slowly, you lower your eyes, flutter your lashes, and soften your voice into something dangerous.

"You’re so strong," you murmur, letting the words slip out like honey. "I bet you could do anything you wanted to me, and I wouldn’t even stop you."

The room falls silent. Minho stares at you, completely still and Jisung’s mouth falls open. "Holy fuck."

Minho exhales slowly. "I might not be fully gay."

Jisung wheezes. "Fucking hell."

Minho clears his throat, snapping himself back to reality. "Okay. Jesus. Yeah. That’ll work."

Jisung still looks partially like he’s been struck by lightning. "Honestly, she’d be better off talking about that smutty romance poetry she reads."

Minho raises an eyebrow. "Oh?"

You hesitate for a moment, then reach into your bag, pulling out a well-worn book. You hand it to Minho.

He flips it open, skimming through a few pages before whistling lowly. "Damn, sweetheart. You really are dangerous."

Minho exhales slowly, eyes still scanning the poetry book in his hands. Then, as if something clicks in his head, he snaps the book shut and looks up at Jisung.

"Ji, baby, can you run downstairs and grab the wine? Smutty romance poetry requires wine."

Jisung perks up immediately, pleased to finally be included again. "Oh, fuck yeah. I’m on it." He hops up from the bed, already making a beeline for the door. "Be back in five!"

The second the door shuts behind him, Minho leans in, his expression sharp and conspiratorial. "Okay," he says in a low voice, "we have about five minutes for me to teach you how to flirt with Felix and Hyunjin, so get fucking ready."

You don’t even question how Minho figured it out. Of course, he did. He’s Minho. Instead, you just nod, sitting up straighter, hands resting in your lap like an eager student ready to take notes.

Minho grins, satisfied. "Good. You’re fucking perfect for this, you know that?"

You blink at him. "What?"

He waves a hand. "Felix and Hyunjin? Both dominant. That’s why they like a third who’s soft. Submissive. Sweet. Which is why you are perfect. You don’t even have to fake shit, you just have to lean into it."

You chew on your lip for a moment. "So… how do I flirt with them?"

Minho smirks. "It’s all about contrast, sweetheart. They’re used to taking charge, right? So what you do is let them. Make them feel powerful, make them want to take care of you. You don’t have to say much, you just have to react the right way."

You tilt your head. "React?"

Minho hums. "With Hyunjin, it’s eye contact. Hold it just a little too long. Not in a challenging way, in a trusting way. Like you’re looking at him like he already owns you."

You shift slightly, processing the thought. "Like I believe in him?"

Minho grins, tapping his nose. "Exactly. That man lives for that shit. He wants to be needed, wants to feel like he’s guiding someone. So you let him. Nod when he speaks, let him touch you first, act like the ground isn’t solid unless he’s keeping you steady."

You exhale slowly. "That’s oddly poetic."

Minho snorts. "Yeah, well, you’re about to be Hyunjin’s favourite fucking poem if you pull it off."

You swallow, your heart thudding slightly faster at the idea. "And Felix?"

Minho grins. "Felix is tactile. You lean into that. Touch him, reach for his hand when he’s talking, let him be close. He loves affection. But the trick is? Let him be the one to get greedy."

You frown slightly. "What do you mean?"

Minho smirks. "Be soft, be warm, but just out of reach. Make him close the gap. Lean just far enough away that he has to follow. He’s like a fucking cat, he wants to be the one to come to you."

Something clicks in your brain, and suddenly all of Felix’s behaviour makes sense. The way he lingers, the way he pulls at the smallest openings for affection.

Minho watches you absorb the information, his grin widening. "Damn, you’re quick."

You shake your head, slightly breathless. "I never realized-"

"You weren’t meant to realize," Minho interrupts. "That’s what makes it fucking perfect."

Before you can respond, the door swings open again, and Jisung struts in, holding a bottle of wine in one hand and three mismatched mugs in the other.

"We drink like peasants tonight!" he announces proudly.

Minho immediately relaxes back into the bed, flipping the poetry book open again. You mimic him, both of you suddenly looking as though you’ve been deeply absorbed in literature this entire time.

Jisung squints at you both as he sets the wine and mugs down. "Why do I feel like you were up to some shit?"

Minho doesn’t even look up. "Ji, sweetheart, shut the fuck up and pour the wine."

Jisung hums as he uncorks the wine, tilting the bottle with exaggerated precision as he pours deep red liquid into the three mismatched mugs. One of them has World’s Okayest Student scrawled across it in fading block letters, another has a faint lipstick stain from some previous owner, and the third is surprisingly plain compared to the chaos of the others.

He hands you your mug with a wink before plopping himself onto the bed between you and Minho, taking a long sip like a seasoned connoisseur before immediately grimacing. "Tastes like fucking fermented regret."

Minho snorts, swirling his own mug. "Yeah, well, that’s what you get for stealing from Chan’s bottom shelf stash. You think he’s splurging on the good shit for a house full of degenerates?"

Jisung shrugs. "Tastes better than convenience store soju."

"Debatable," you murmur, taking a careful sip, letting the bitterness settle on your tongue before reaching for the poetry book.

Minho glances at you, amused. "Alright, sweetheart. Enlighten us. What’s so filthy about this book?"

You flip open to a random page and clear your throat, eyes skimming over the words before reciting, voice soft yet steady, "Take me as the night takes the stars, without hesitation, without mercy. Let me be the gasp between your teeth, the ache in your fingertips, the cry in your throat as you carve your name into the temple of my skin."

Minho exhales slowly, blinking at you. "This is the most eloquent written porn I’ve ever heard."

You grin, tracing the words with the tip of your finger. "Yeah, it’s classy porn."

Jisung lets out a breathless laugh, shaking his head in disbelief. "You were born to be fucking Victorian nobility or something."

Your grin widens as you lift your mug to your lips. "What can I say? I have taste."

Minho smirks, leaning in slightly. "You do realize this is like historical whore literature, right?"

Jisung gasps dramatically. "Oh my god, you’re a literary slut."

You roll your eyes, laughing. "Shut up."

Minho grins against the rim of his mug. "You know what’s funny? This entire book is basically a blueprint for seduction."

Jisung raises an eyebrow. "Oh? And what the fuck do you need seduction tips for, babe? You already have me."

Minho sips his wine. "Doesn’t hurt to be educated."

Jisung narrows his eyes at him suspiciously. "You are up to something."

Minho smiles. "Drink your wine, baby."

Jisung glares at him but obediently takes another sip, groaning immediately after. "This tastes like bad decisions."

Minho clinks his mug against yours. "A toast," he announces. "To classy porn and the fact that Y/N could probably read this out loud in a lecture hall and have people slipping out of their seats."

"Fucking hell, I hate how accurate that is."

Felix and Hyunjin stroll into the dance studio like they own the place, confidence radiating off them in waves. Felix has his usual easy-going grin, dimples on full display, while Hyunjin’s sharp eyes scan the room, landing on you almost immediately.

You’re stretching near the rigging, adjusting the wraps on your hands with methodical precision. The white sleeveless turtleneck you’re wearing hugs your frame perfectly, highlighting the curve of your waist, while the pink yoga shorts show off the strength in your legs. 

Your black-and-white-streaked hair is messily clipped up, a few loose strands framing your face, and your makeup, as always, is flawless, winged liner sharp enough to kill, lips glossy and soft.

Felix lets out a low whistle. "Damn, princess, you’re trying to kill us today, huh?"

Hyunjin smirks, stepping closer, eyes dragging down your body before meeting your gaze again. "She knows exactly what she’s doing."

You feel heat crawl up your spine, but you keep your expression soft, blinking up at them through your lashes as Minho taught you as Felix hands you the harnesses, grinning. "Strap us in, baby."

You take the harness from him, stepping forward to help secure it around his waist. As your fingers work over the straps, tightening them just enough, you let them graze against Felix’s stomach, lingering just a moment longer than necessary.

Felix’s breath catches and you look up at him, eyes wide and innocent. "Too tight?"

Felix swallows thickly. "No, it’s good."

Hyunjin watches with sharp amusement, lips twitching. You move to him next, adjusting his harness with the same deliberate care. This time, when you lean in, you make sure your breath ghosts over the side of his neck, just barely noticeable.

Hyunjin’s fingers twitch where they rest on his thighs.

"Okay," you murmur, stepping back like nothing happened. "Ready?"

Hyunjin clears his throat. "Yeah."

Felix laughs, shaking his head. "You’re dangerous."

You blink. "What do you mean?"

Felix looks at Hyunjin. "She knows exactly what she’s doing."

You tilt your head slightly, letting the corners of your lips twitch into something just shy of a smile. "Do I?"

Felix groans. "Oh, fuck."

Hyunjin mutters, "We're so fucked."

You bite back a laugh as you step toward the rigging, pressing the button that lifts the hoops into the air. Felix and Hyunjin follow, getting adjusted as they begin moving, testing their balance.

"You guys are getting better," you say softly, watching them settle.

Felix grins, flipping himself into a more relaxed position. "Oh, yeah?"

You nod, tilting your chin up slightly. "Mmhmm. More control. More strength. More confidence." You let your voice drop just a little, just enough to sound teasing. "It’s really nice to watch."

Hyunjin almost falls out of the fucking hoop and Felix lets out a strangled laugh, gripping the metal tighter. "Holy shit."

You blink at them, feigning innocence. "Something wrong?"

Felix stares at you, mouth parted slightly. "Nope. Nothing at all."

Hyunjin just breathes, "Oh, fuck me."

Felix laughs breathlessly, shaking his head before glancing at Hyunjin. Then, without even hesitating, he turns back to you and grins. "Go on a date with us," he says. "We’ll plan it. You just need to show up and have a good time."

Your heart skips, but you keep your expression soft. Then, slowly, you nod.

Felix lights up. "Oh, fuck yeah."

Hyunjin exhales, looking like he just won the goddamn lottery. "This is gonna be fun."

Felix and Hyunjin peek their heads into Minho’s room, eyes darting around like two kids about to get caught sneaking into the teacher’s lounge. Minho, who is lounging on his bed with his laptop balanced on his stomach, barely glances up before sighing. 

"Jisung's at a lecture," he mutters. "You're fine."

That’s all the confirmation they need. They immediately shuffle inside, Felix closing the door behind them like he’s sealing off some top-secret mission. "We need your help," Felix announces, flopping dramatically onto the bed beside Minho.

Minho doesn’t look impressed. "Distracting Jisung while you two go on a date with Y/N?"

Hyunjin raises an eyebrow. "Yep."

Minho hums, eyes flicking between them. Then, after a long pause, he smirks. "Pay up."

Felix frowns. "What?"

Minho sits up, shutting his laptop with a casual flick of his wrist. "If it was Y/N asking me, I’d do it for free. But you two fuckers? No way."

Hyunjin crosses his arms. "How much?"

Minho taps his chin thoughtfully. "Hundred thousand won. Then I can take Jisung out for dinner while you two are with his best friend."

Hyunjin doesn’t hesitate. "Done."

Felix sighs dramatically. "We just got fucking extorted."

Minho grins. "I prefer the term paid for my valuable services."

Hyunjin rolls his eyes but pulls out his phone, sending over the money without even blinking. "There. You’re so welcome."

Minho hums, satisfied, then stretches like a cat. "Alright, now what?"

Felix leans forward. "Min, help us figure out a date."

Minho lets out the longest suffering sigh, tilting his head back against the headboard. "Fine." He cracks an eye open. "No fancy restaurants. Not her scene at all."

Felix nods. "Okay, actual ideas, not just 'no’s, please."

Minho smirks, sitting up properly this time. "She likes stars. There's the planetarium where you can rent out a private room that projects constellations on the ceiling. Make a cute little picnic, take her there, and bam, there you go."

Felix stares at him in awe. "I fucking love you."

Minho smirks. "I know." But then, his expression shifts, darkens. His gaze sharpens as he levels them with a look so deadly serious it actually sends a shiver down Felix’s spine. "But you two hurt her or upset her?"

He leans in slightly, voice dropping to something dangerous.

"I will de-ball you both."

Felix swallows. "Message received, right, Hyun?"

Hyunjin nods solemnly. "Message fucking received."

Minho holds their gazes for a few seconds longer before he beams, all traces of threat vanishing like they never existed. "Good boys."

Felix exhales. "Jesus fucking Christ."

Hyunjin just mutters, "He’s terrifying."

Minho grins. "And don’t you forget it."

You’re rifling through your closet, pulling out options and tossing them onto your bed, lips pressed together in thought. You’re not sure how long you’ve been standing here, staring at the growing pile of rejected outfits, but it’s long enough that you’re starting to wonder if you even own clothes that qualify as date-worthy.

Then there’s a knock at your apartment door.

You hesitate for a second before closing the closet, brushing off imaginary lint from your leggings as you make your way to the door. When you swing it open, you’re met with Jeongin and Seungmin.

They stand there casually, like this is something they do all the time. Jeongin, hands shoved in the pockets of his hoodie, rocks on his heels, while Seungmin adjusts the strap of the backpack slung over his shoulder.

You blink at them. "Jeongin and Seungmin, right?"

They both nod.

"Can I help you?"

Jeongin grins. "Minho sent me to help you find an outfit for your date!"

Seungmin sighs dramatically, shaking his head. "And I was sent to babysit Jeongin, in case he ended up fucking your neighbour before he got here."

Your eyebrows lift slightly. "Ms. Seok is forty-five."

Seungmin nods. "Jeongin does not care."

Jeongin pouts. "Hey, fuck you. I have standards."

Seungmin deadpans. "You fucked a girl in the coat closet at a house party because she had a nice voice."

Jeongin crosses his arms. "She did have a nice voice."

You shake your head, stifling a laugh before stepping aside. "Come in."

Jeongin immediately heads toward your bedroom like he owns the place, pushing open the door and surveying the pile of clothes you’d already pulled out with a critical eye.

Seungmin, on the other hand, pauses near the kitchen. "You got anything to drink?"

You gesture toward the fridge. "Booze on the bottom shelf."

Seungmin tilts his head, considering you for a moment before nodding. "I like you."

You grin. "Thanks?"

Seungmin pulls open the fridge, eyes lighting up when he spots a half-empty bottle of soju. "Oh, hell yeah."

Jeongin hums as he rifles through your closet, occasionally letting out a pleased noise whenever he comes across something he likes. He pulls out a sequined dress at one point, holds it up to the light, then shakes his head and shoves it back in.

"Your closet is to die for," he mutters, shifting through the hangers with a keen eye. "And yet, whenever you're at the frat, you're in sweatpants."

Seungmin and you step into your bedroom just in time to hear that, and Seungmin snorts, leaning against your doorframe. "And Felix, Hyunjin, Chan, and Changbin drool like horny goblins anyway."

You roll your eyes, sitting on the edge of your bed. "I hang out with Jisung and Minho. It’s not like I’m dressing up to impress them."

Jeongin turns away from the closet, flipping his hair dramatically. "And yet, the slutty little men you’re going on a date with?" He gestures vaguely. "You’ll dress up for them?"

You cross your arms. "You literally just said I only wear sweatpants at the frat. Which means I won’t go on a date in sweatpants"

Jeongin gasps. "A fair point."

Seungmin rolls his eyes. "Just pick the damn outfit, fashionista."

Jeongin grins, then dives back into the closet like a man on a mission. Within seconds, he pulls out a black and blue tartan mini skirt, a pair of knee-high black platform boots, and a sleek black corset top with long sleeves that cinches at the waist. He spins around and holds them up like a proud parent showing off their child.

"This is your outfit," he announces. "Now go get changed so I can do your hair and makeup."

You stare at him for a long moment before turning to Seungmin, who doesn’t even hesitate before saying, "He’s a bossy little bitch. He’s on a power trip because he’s older than you."

Jeongin gasps, clutching his chest like he’s been mortally wounded. "Excuse me?! I am an artist."

Seungmin sips from the bottle of soju he stole from your fridge. "You’re a menace."

You shake your head, grabbing the outfit from Jeongin’s outstretched hands before heading toward your bathroom. "I swear to god, if I come out and you’ve somehow rearranged my closet, I’m locking you out."

Jeongin smirks. "No promises."

You sigh, closing the bathroom door behind you. The things you put up with.

You step out of the bathroom, the heavy click of your platform boots against the wooden floor drawing Jeongin and Seungmin’s attention immediately.

Jeongin, sprawled across your bed like he owns it, takes one look at you and gasps, hand flying to his chest. "Yes! Boobs are boobing, waist is waisting-"

Seungmin smacks the back of his head before he can continue. "Shut the fuck up and help the girl, pabo."

Jeongin pouts, rubbing his head, but immediately waves you over. "Come, sit. My work here is not yet done."

You settle into the chair he pulls out, letting him position you in front of your vanity mirror. He studies your reflection with the intense scrutiny of an artist before turning to Seungmin. "Hair. Up or down?"

Seungmin tilts his head, eyeing you thoughtfully. "Up, but with some loose strands."

Jeongin nods like he’s just received divine inspiration. "Agreed. Let’s get to work."

You sit still as he gathers your hair, nimble fingers securing it into a styled updo, leaving soft, loose strands framing your face. He fluffs them lightly, tilting his head as he studies his work. "Perfect."

Then he reaches for your makeup bag, pulling out what he needs with an expert’s precision. "Alright, gorgeous, time to make you a literal goddess."

He works quickly but carefully, blending, dabbing, and perfecting every little detail. He sharpens your eyeliner, darkens the corners of your eyes just enough to give them an alluring depth, and then adds a touch of shimmer, just subtle enough to catch the light when you move.

He steps back, admiring his work before grabbing a tube of gloss. "And now for the finishing touch." He swipes the gloss over your lips, then grins at his reflection in the mirror. "Oh, I am too good."

Seungmin, now sitting on your bed, gives you an approving nod. "Alright. You look hot. They’re gonna lose their fucking minds."

Jeongin smirks, twirling the gloss in his fingers. "Mission accomplished."

You step out of your apartment, the cool evening air brushing against your skin as you turn to wave off Seungmin and Jeongin. They’re climbing into Seungmin’s car, Jeongin leaning out of the passenger seat window with a shit-eating grin.

"Don’t do anything I wouldn’t do!" Jeongin calls, wiggling his eyebrows.

Seungmin snorts as he buckles himself in. "That doesn’t rule out much. Really, that’s a tiny fucking list"

You shake your head, smiling as you cross your arms. "Just go already."

Jeongin blows a dramatic kiss before Seungmin pulls off, the car disappearing down the street. You exhale, shaking off the last of your nerves before the low hum of an approaching engine makes your stomach flip.

Hyunjin’s car glides smoothly to a stop in front of you, the sleek black vehicle gleaming under the streetlights. The moment the car stills, the passenger door swings open, and Felix hops out effortlessly, moving with the kind of grace that makes it look intentional.

His smile is bright as he steps around, pulling open the back door for you with a playful bow. "Your chariot awaits, princess."

Your breath catches slightly as you take him in properly. He’s dressed in a black fitted turtleneck layered under a sleek, oversized black blazer that drapes perfectly over his frame. His pants, wide-leg, two-toned cargo-style in beige and brown, cinch at the waist with a black leather belt, accentuating his sharp proportions. His hands, adorned with silver rings, gesture toward the open door as he tilts his head, strands of platinum blond hair falling over his forehead. A black choker necklace rests snugly against his throat, catching the dim glow of the streetlights.

You let out a small breath, suddenly very aware of your own outfit, and how much effort Jeongin had put into choosing it and Felix’s grin widens slightly as if he knows. "Come on, sweetheart. Don’t keep us waiting."

You step forward, sliding into the car, the scent of expensive cologne and leather instantly surrounding you. Felix follows, closing the door behind him as he settles in beside you, the warmth of his body noticeable even with the slight distance between you.

From the driver’s seat, Hyunjin glances at you through the rearview mirror, his dark eyes flicking over your outfit before a slow smirk tugs at his lips. "Fuck."

"What?"

Hyunjin shakes his head, drumming his fingers against the steering wheel. "You just look dangerous."

You swallow. "Dangerous?"

Felix laughs, resting an elbow on the centre console as he leans slightly closer. "Yeah, baby. You’re out here dressed to fucking kill."

You glance down at yourself, at the way the black and blue tartan mini skirt hugs your hips, the way the long-sleeve corset top cinches your waist, emphasizing every delicate curve. The knee-high platform boots add height, confidence, a sharp contrast to your usual softness.

Hyunjin’s gaze flicks from you to Felix, then back to the road. "She’s gonna ruin us."

Felix hums, adjusting one of his rings. "Oh, she already fucking is."

Hyunjin shifts slightly in his seat, and for the first time, you get a full view of his outfit. The oversized red cardigan drapes over his frame, the distressed, flame-like pattern adding a touch of recklessness to his otherwise effortless look. Underneath, the fitted black tank top clings to his torso, contrasting with the heavily distressed black jeans that stretch over his long legs. 

The rips and frayed details expose hints of skin, silver chains hanging loosely from the belt loops, matching the statement belt cinching his waist. His chunky black combat boots, adorned with silver chains, rest firmly against the floor of the car, completing the effortlessly Hyunjin aesthetic.

You exhale slowly. "You both look nice."

Hyunjin chuckles, shifting gears. "That’s fucking rich, coming from you."

Felix’s fingers tap lightly against your knee, his voice dropping slightly. "Nice is an understatement, sweetheart."

The warmth spreads through your skin at the soft rasp in his tone, but before you can say anything, Hyunjin puts the car into drive. "Buckle up," he murmurs, smirking. "Let’s get this date started."

The car ride is filled with quiet anticipation, the kind of charged silence that hums just beneath the surface, made heavier by the occasional glance Felix sneaks your way and the way Hyunjin’s fingers tap rhythmically against the steering wheel.

Felix keeps shifting beside you, adjusting the large picnic basket resting between his legs, his rings clinking lightly against the woven handle. Every time the car slows for a turn or a red light, he glances over, his dimpled smile never quite fading.

When they finally pull into the lot of the planetarium, the massive glass dome reflecting the city lights in a breathtaking shimmer, you feel a small bubble of excitement rise in your chest. Hyunjin parks smoothly, turning off the engine before stretching slightly, the sleeves of his oversized red cardigan slipping down his arms.

"Come on," Felix says brightly, hopping out of the car first. "We’ve got a room to ourselves, princess."

You step out, the cool evening air brushing against your skin, and follow them inside. The planetarium’s lobby is dimly lit, the faint blue glow of interactive screens casting soft hues onto the marble floors. The receptionist barely looks up as Hyunjin hands over the confirmation email, gesturing for you to head toward the private viewing rooms.

Felix adjusts his grip on the picnic basket, swinging it slightly as he walks beside you. "You ever been to one of these private rooms before?"

You shake your head, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. "No, never."

Felix smirks. "Good. You’re in for a fucking treat."

Hyunjin pushes open the door to the room they rented, and the moment you step inside, your breath catches.

The ceiling above you isn’t just a projection of stars, it’s a full, shifting map of constellations, rotating slowly as if the entire universe has been condensed into this one, intimate space. The deep indigo sky is littered with bright specks of light, swirling galaxies stretching across the expanse in stunning clarity.

You exhale, eyes wide as you tilt your head back, completely mesmerized and Hyunjin chuckles, setting down the blanket he’s been carrying. "I knew she’d like it."

Felix grins, setting the picnic basket down before nudging your hip lightly. "You can keep staring, baby, but at least sit down so we can feed you."

You blink, reluctantly pulling your gaze away to look at them. Hyunjin is already spreading out the thick, plush blanket on the floor, smoothing out the edges before plopping down with an easy grace. Felix, ever the perfectionist, is fussing over the arrangement of the picnic basket and its contents, ensuring everything is positioned just right.

Felix glances up and pats the space beside him. "Come sit with us, pretty girl."

Your heart flutters at the softness in his voice, and you lower yourself onto the blanket, smoothing your skirt as you settle in.

Felix grins, flicking open the latch of the picnic basket before dramatically lifting the lid. "Ta-da!"

Inside, an impressive spread of food is neatly packed, sliced fruits, an assortment of cheeses, freshly baked pastries, chocolate-dipped strawberries, small containers of honey and jam, and a bottle of sparkling wine with three glass flutes carefully wrapped in cloth.

You stare at the display, lips parting slightly. "Felix, this is…"

Felix winks. "I do work in culinary, baby."

Hyunjin smirks, popping open the wine. "Yeah, he went a little overboard, but we’re not complaining."

Felix holds up a chocolate-dipped strawberry, his fingers brushing lightly against yours as he smirks. "Eat up, sweetheart. You’re gonna need the energy."

Felix hands you the chocolate-dipped strawberry, his fingers brushing against yours, and you take it with a small, grateful smile. The warmth of their attention lingers on you, both Hyunjin and Felix watching as you bring it to your lips. The moment stretches just a second too long, the weight of their gazes making your skin prickle, before you quickly drop your eyes to the spread of food before you.

Hyunjin pours the sparkling wine into each flute, the soft fizz filling the quiet space. He hands you a glass, then Felix, before lifting his own. “A toast,” he murmurs, voice lazy and smooth. “To our pretty guide through the universe tonight.”

Felix grins, clinking his glass against yours before taking a slow sip. “I like the sound of that.”

You swallow, shifting slightly where you sit. The dim light of the constellations overhead casts their features in a soft, celestial glow, Felix’s freckles illuminated like the stars themselves, Hyunjin’s dark eyes glinting like constellations you’ve studied a thousand times.

Your gaze drifts back up to the ceiling, and something in your chest loosens. “That one,” you say softly, pointing to a cluster of stars near the centre. “That’s Cygnus. The Swan.”

Felix follows your gaze, tilting his head. “Like an actual swan?”

You nod, setting your glass down beside you. “It’s part of the Summer Triangle, along with Vega and Altair. There are a few different myths about it, but my favourite is the one about Zeus and Nemesis.”

Hyunjin leans in slightly, resting an elbow on his knee. “Tell us.”

There’s something about the way he says it, something about how both of them are looking at you, waiting, their focus entirely yours. Your heart stutters, but you push past it.

You clear your throat gently, tucking a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “So, in the story, Zeus wanted Nemesis, but she didn’t want anything to do with him. She tried to escape, taking the form of different animals to hide from him, but he kept chasing her. Eventually, she turned into a swan, thinking it would finally throw him off, but Zeus-” You gesture toward the constellation. “-turned into a swan, too. He caught her, and from that, Helen of Troy was born.”

Felix whistles lowly. “Damn. That’s kinda fucked.”

You let out a small laugh. “Most myths are.”

Hyunjin tilts his head, studying the stars above you. “That’s wild, though. A whole constellation just up there, frozen in time because of some messed-up divine love chase.”

You nod, fingers tracing a small circle on the blanket. “That’s why I love them. The stories. Even the tragic ones. It’s like a history written in the sky.”

Felix hums, propping his chin on his palm as he watches you. “I like how you talk about it.”

You blink at him. “What do you mean?”

Hyunjin smirks slightly. “You get all soft when you explain things. It’s cute.”

Your breath hitches slightly, your fingers stilling against the fabric. The compliment settles warm in your chest, unexpected, unguarded.

Felix leans in, voice dropping to something sweeter. “It’s really nice, y’know? The way your voice gets all quiet and careful, like you’re telling us a secret.”

You swallow, shifting slightly. “It’s just something I like.”

Hyunjin’s gaze flickers over your face before he gestures back up. “What’s that one?”

Grateful for the redirection, you follow where he’s pointing. “That’s Cassiopeia.”

Felix raises an eyebrow. “That’s the one that looks like a W, right?”

You nod. “Yeah. She was a queen, but she was arrogant. She said she was more beautiful than the sea nymphs, and it pissed off Poseidon. So, as punishment, he sent a sea monster to destroy her kingdom. The only way to stop it was to sacrifice her daughter, Andromeda.”

Hyunjin scoffs. “Gods are so fucking dramatic.”

Felix grins. “Right? Ruining an entire kingdom just because some lady knew she was hot?”

You smile slightly. “Well, Andromeda didn’t actually die. Perseus saved her, and they fell in love.”

Felix wiggles his eyebrows. “Now that’s a love story.”

Hyunjin nudges your knee lightly. “What about us? You got a constellation for three people?”

Your breath catches slightly at the phrasing, and Hyunjin’s smirk widens like he knows.

You scan the ceiling quickly, mind sorting through the stories you’ve memorized. “Orion,” you say softly, gesturing upward. “It’s one of the most famous ones.”

Felix tilts his head, curious. “What’s the story?”

You hesitate, then smile faintly. “Orion was a great hunter. He was strong, beautiful, and had the favour of the gods. But there was a prophecy that said he’d be killed by something weaker than him. He laughed it off, until one day, a tiny scorpion stung him, and he died. The gods placed him in the sky, and Scorpius, the scorpion, was placed on the opposite side of the sky, so they’d never have to see each other again.”

Hyunjin lets out a low chuckle. “Felix is Orion.”

Felix gasps. “What?! Why am I Orion?”

Hyunjin grins. “Because you’re strong, beautiful, and a little too cocky for your own good.”

Felix groans, dramatically throwing himself back onto the blanket. “This is slander.”

You laugh, covering your mouth.

Hyunjin watches you, his smirk softening into something gentler. “She likes that.”

Felix perks up, turning to you with wide, expectant eyes. “You like bullying me?”

You shake your head quickly. “No! I just-”

Felix reaches out, gently tugging on the loose strand of hair framing your face. “I like when you laugh.”

The air shifts slightly, the warmth curling through your stomach.

Hyunjin leans in just a little, watching you closely. “So tell us more.”

Felix nods, tilting his head. “Yeah, princess. Tell us all your favourite stories.”

And so you do. You talk, and they listen. Hanging onto every word.

The sizzling sound of meat hitting the grill fills the air, the rich scent of beef and garlic-heavy marinades wrapping around them like a comforting embrace. Jisung sits across from Minho in their favourite BBQ restaurant, chopsticks twirling idly in his fingers as he studies his boyfriend with narrowed eyes.

"Not that I’m complaining," he says, plucking a piece of pork belly from the grill and dipping it into sesame oil, "but why the sudden date night?"

Minho, the picture of nonchalance, flips a piece of beef with precise movements, watching it char perfectly before answering. "What? I can’t just want to spoil my boyfriend?"

Jisung squints, chewing slowly as he leans forward. "You can. But I know you. And you, my love, are full of shit."

Minho scoffs, clicking his tongue. "Wow, okay. Accusations already? We just started eating."

Jisung tilts his head, not buying it for a second. "What are you hiding?"

Minho’s eyes stay firmly on the grill. "Nothing!"

Jisung narrows his eyes further. "You’re lying."

"No, I’m not."

"Yes, you fucking are."

Minho lets out a short laugh, shaking his head as he picks up a perfectly cooked piece of meat and places it on Jisung’s plate. "Eat, baby."

Jisung glares at him but eats it anyway because free food. The silence stretches for a moment as Minho continues tending to the grill with his usual precision, flipping and cutting the meat with expert hands.

Jisung watches him for a long moment before sighing dramatically. "Fine. No blowjobs for a month."

Minho doesn’t even flinch. He just nods, completely unaffected. "Okay."

Jisung gapes at him. "The fuck?!"

Minho shrugs. "What?"

"No protest?! No nothing?!"

Minho picks up his own chopsticks, calmly plucking a piece of grilled mushroom and popping it into his mouth. "Nope."

Jisung slams his chopsticks down. "You’re hiding something, you fucking rat."

Minho, completely unbothered, takes a sip of his beer. "I’m really not."

Jisung crosses his arms. "Two months."

For the first time, Minho’s eye twitches. It’s subtle, barely noticeable, but Jisung sees it.

"Aha!" Jisung points an accusatory finger at him. "That was a fucking tell!"

Minho takes another sip of his beer, his fingers tapping lightly against the bottle, jaw clenching ever so slightly. "It was not."

"It fucking was!"

"No, it wasn’t."

Jisung leans back, smirking now. "Two months, baby."

Minho exhales slowly, setting his bottle down a little too carefully. "You’re so fucking annoying."

"And you’re fucking hiding something."

Minho picks up a lettuce wrap, stuffing it into Jisung’s mouth before he can say anything else. "Chew, my love."

Jisung glares but obeys, still chewing when Minho suddenly speaks again. "Fine. Two months? Whatever. Do your worst. Sweetheart, I can outlast you."

Jisung stares at him and Minho stares back.

Jisung shifts in his seat. "You’re bluffing."

Minho smiles. "Am I?"

Jisung swallows. "You’re bluffing."

Minho doesn’t blink. "Try me."

Jisung’s hands tighten around his chopsticks. "You’re a monster."

Minho hums, picking up another piece of meat. "And you’re an idiot who made a bet you can’t win."

Jisung’s entire body stiffens. He sets his chopsticks down with deliberate precision, eyes locking onto Minho’s with newfound determination. "No dick sucking for three months."

Minho, who had been reaching for his beer, pauses mid-motion. His eyes flick up, and for the first time, there’s a flicker of something that isn’t cocky amusement. "Jisung."

Jisung smirks. "Yeah?"

Minho lets out a slow breath, setting the beer down without taking a sip. "Felix and Hyunjin are on a date with Y/N."

Jisung stops breathing.

Minho tilts his head. "I can’t not have my dick sucked for three months. That’s just cruel of you."

Jisung wheezes. His chair scrapes against the floor as he grabs the edge of the table, knuckles white. "Oh my fucking god, I’m gonna pass out."

Minho smirks, poking at the grill with his tongs like this is just a normal conversation. "Breathe, baby."

"SHE NEEDS A CHAPERONE," Jisung practically shrieks, gripping the table like he’s about to flip it. "What the fuck were you thinking?!"

Minho sighs, flipping a piece of pork belly. "That your best friend should be allowed to be wined, dined, and double cream pied in peace."

Jisung gags. Loudly.

Minho doesn’t even blink. "You okay, baby?"

Jisung’s entire face twists in horror. "I am going to fucking die."

"Dramatic," Minho hums, plucking a perfectly cooked piece of meat and placing it on his plate. 

Jisung slaps a hand over his forehead. "Minho, she is too soft for those two degenerates!"

Minho shrugs, sipping his beer. "She’s got them wrapped around her little fucking finger. They’re the ones in danger, honestly."

Jisung groans, shoving a piece of meat into his mouth aggressively. "I hate everything."

Minho smiles. "I know, baby."

Hyunjin parks the car smoothly in the frat house driveway, the soft purr of the engine dying down as the three of you sit in a comfortable, lingering silence. The date had been perfect, from the soft glow of the constellations above you to the way Felix and Hyunjin had kept you warm between them, stealing little touches and lingering glances. Even now, your skin still tingles from their attention, the warmth of their presence settling into you like a second skin.

But the peace doesn’t last. Because standing in the driveway, waiting like a furious little housewife, is Jisung. In a bathrobe. With his hair wrapped in a towel. Tapping his slipper-covered foot against the pavement, arms crossed so tightly across his chest that he looks like he’s physically restraining himself from launching into orbit.

Felix is the first to react, his grip tightening slightly on your thigh as he lets out a low whistle. "Oh, shit."

You blink, watching the sheer rage radiating off Jisung like an impending storm. "It’s fine," you murmur, completely calm. "If he says anything, just tell him you’ll tell his eomma his nipples are pierced."

Felix stares at you like you’ve just handed him the fucking Ark of the Covenant. "You beautiful little genius."

You smile just slightly, and before you can even process what’s happening, Felix is leaning in, pressing his lips against yours in an excited, impulsive kiss. It’s warm, eager, and filled with so much amusement that you can’t help but kiss him back, fingers tangling briefly in the fabric of his blazer.

From the driver’s seat, Hyunjin watches through the rearview mirror, his smirk widening. "God, that’s hot."

Jisung gasps, his hands flying up to clutch his chest like a scandalized Victorian widow. "Disgusting! Stop that!"

Felix pulls away with a lazy grin, licking his lips as he winks at Jisung. "What? You jealous, Ji? You wanna kiss me too?"

Jisung screeches, whipping around to point aggressively at Minho, who is now standing on the front porch, leaning against the doorframe like he’s been waiting for this entire fucking moment.

"THIS IS YOUR FAULT!" Jisung yells, eyes wild. "You taught her how to FLIRT!"

Minho just smirks, crossing his arms. "Damn right, I did."

Felix grins as he tugs you closer, still buzzing from the high of your kiss. You’re barely out of the car when Hyunjin suddenly stretches, rolls his shoulders, then tilts his head at you with that telltale smirk. 

"My turn," he murmurs, stepping in close before you can even register what’s happening.

His fingers tilt your chin up, and then he’s kissing you, soft at first, a gentle press of lips that lingers just enough to send warmth curling through your chest. But then his other hand slides around your waist, pulling you closer, and the kiss deepens. There’s something entirely Hyunjin about it, slow and teasing, the kind of kiss that leaves no room for anything else in your mind except for him.

"AAAAAHHHHH!"

Jisung’s horrified shriek shatters the moment, echoing through the entire front yard. "DISGUSTING! NO! I AM BEING HAUNTED IN REAL TIME!" He dramatically slaps both hands over his eyes, spinning away from the sight like it physically burns him. "WHY IS THIS HAPPENING TO ME?"

Felix, still breathless from watching the kiss, immediately starts cackling, doubling over in laughter as Minho sips his tea, giggling behind the rim. "I love this movie," Minho murmurs, eyes crinkling with amusement.

Hyunjin pulls back, licking his lips, looking very pleased with himself as he watches you process what just happened. "Yeah," he says smugly, "that was a good one."

Jisung makes a high-pitched, dying animal noise. "STOP IT! STOP SPEAKING! I CAN STILL SEE IT IN MY BRAIN!"

Felix wipes at his eyes, still grinning as he wraps an arm around your shoulders. "Suck it up, buttercup," he teases. "Your best friend? She’s our girlfriend now. Right, baby?*"

You blink, turning to him, caught off guard by the casual way he says it. "That was such a romantic way of asking," you say dryly.

Felix’s grin widens. "Well?"

"Okay."

Felix’s dimples pop as he beams, and Hyunjin, who has been watching you closely, grins, eyes lighting up.

Jisung shrieks. Again. "NO! I REFUSE! UNDO IT! UNSAY IT! I’M NOT LISTENING!" He covers his ears, spinning in place like a malfunctioning NPC. "THIS DID NOT HAPPEN!"

The frat house door slams open, and Chan and Changbin poke their heads out, both squinting into the dim light. "Oh, come the fuck on!" Chan yells, arms thrown up.

Changbin scowls. "Are you fucking serious?"

Felix raises an eyebrow. "What?"

Chan groans. "You two were already in a fucking relationship! And now you’ve snatched up Y/N too?"

Changbin crosses his arms. "Do you two ever leave anything for the rest of us?"

Hyunjin smirks, wrapping an arm around your waist. "Nope."

Felix nods in agreement. "Not even a little bit."

Jisung groans, yanking the towel off his head and throwing it to the ground in despair. "I hate everything about tonight."

Minho sips his tea. "I love everything about tonight."

Changbin crosses his arms. "This is some bullshit."

"Cry about it," Hyunjin murmurs, kissing the top of your head.

Chan groans. "Unfair. Un-fucking-fair."

You smile softly, warmth spreading through you as Felix squeezes your shoulder.

"Too bad, hyungs," Felix teases. "She’s ours now."

Jisung groans loudly as you slot yourself between Felix and Hyunjin, their arms immediately wrapping around you like you belong there because apparently, you fucking do now.

"This is a nightmare," Jisung mutters, rubbing his temples like he’s getting the worst migraine of his life. "An actual, living nightmare."

Felix grins, resting his chin on your shoulder, while Hyunjin presses a casual kiss to the top of your head, clearly basking in the chaos. "Love you too, Ji," Felix sing-songs, his fingers idly toying with the hem of your skirt.

Jisung points an accusatory finger at him. "YOU shut the fuck up before I start throwing hands!"

Felix only laughs, dimples on full display as he tightens his hold around you. "What’s got you so upset, Ji? You jealous?"

"I AM NOT JEALOUS!" Jisung shrieks, throwing his hands in the air. "I am CONCERNED! And BETRAYED! And-" He turns sharply toward Minho. "THIS IS STILL YOUR FAULT!"

Minho, sipping his tea like this is the most entertainment he’s had in years, raises an eyebrow. "Oh? My fault?"

"YES!" Jisung jabs a finger at him. "You fucking taught her how to flirt and now she’s out here, batting her pretty little eyes at TWO WHORE DEMONS!"

Hyunjin gasps dramatically, pressing a hand to his chest. "Wow, Jisung. Whore demons? That’s so rude."

"Well, it’s not wrong, is it?!" Jisung shouts.

Chan groans from the porch, running a hand through his already messy hair. "So you two stop being whores and immediately get a hot girlfriend?"

Felix snorts. "Sounds about right."

Changbin crosses his arms, glaring. "That’s fucking unfair."

Felix hums, resting his weight against you. "We must have racked up some good karma in our past lives."

Changbin scoffs, rolling his eyes. "Good, because the pair of you better be fucking ugly in your next life."

Hyunjin smirks, tilting his head. "Impossible."

Jisung shrieks louder. "YOU GUYS ARE THE WORST!"

Minho, sipping his tea in pure, unfiltered amusement, hums. "This is the best day of my life."

Jisung whirls on him, face twisted in horror. "You enabled this. You encouraged this."

Minho shrugs. "I set my friend up for success. Sue me."

Jisung groans, stomping his slipper-covered foot against the driveway. "Oh my fucking god, I hate everyone."

Felix leans in, grinning. "Not us, right, Ji?"

Jisung screams into his hands.

Chan groans, rubbing at his temples. "I need a drink."

Changbin nods. "Same."

Hyunjin kisses the top of your head again, murmuring just for you to hear, "You still good, pretty girl?"

You nod softly, warmth curling in your chest at the way they hold you between them like something precious. "I’m good."

Felix smiles against your shoulder. "Yeah, baby, you are."

Minho, still drinking his fucking tea, watches the chaos with pure satisfaction. "God, I love my life."

Jisung groans louder.

And as the night stretches on, the world filled with bickering, teasing, and chaotic found-family bullshit, you realize, you’re exactly where you’re meant to be.

General Taglist: @nightmarenyxx @velvetmoonlght @annafee_bou @mlink64 @intoanothermind @furfoxsake22 @daaaph-lol

Proofread by the wonderful @eastjonowhere

Requested by @ranna206

[hwangism143]

Interviewer: Your fans have described you as a really chaotic group. Do you have any comments about that?

Chan: *laughs* Yeah, well-

*Minsung flirting in background, Hyunjin side-eyeing the entire population, Changlix skinship, Jeongin roasting people, Seungmin calling everyone old and and not wanting to be there*

Chan: Next question

[once-i-stay-in-neverland]

Minsung fic recs Part 1: Pure Fluff (Smut-free and mostly Angst-free)

as I promised a few months ago, here's the first installment of minsung fic recs. These should be mostly or completely angst-free. Additional comments by me will be in brackets and italics [like this]

No Touching by Iknowyouknowleeknow | 3'405 words | Not Rated

“I bet you a whole month of convenience store runs that you can’t go a week without touching Minho.” Jisung scoffed, pushing his bangs off his forehead as he stared at Seungmin, “If you wanted to buy me food that bad, you could have just told me. No need for a stupid bet.” “Yeah, yeah,” Seungmin smirked. “Are we on or what?” “Oh, it’s on,” Jisung extended his hand to Seungmin and his friend grasped it, pumping it twice. “I can’t wait for a month of free ramen.” “You sure are cocky for someone who can’t seem to walk down the street without holding Minho’s hand.”

2. Debunked by luway | 2'049 words | General Audiences

Minho gets home late from practice, and doesn't seem to remember that they switched rooms around the day before. So maybe he accidentally ends up in the wrong bed, but Jisung isn't exactly complaining. aka dumb fluff inspired by the 9th s4e4

3. lyrics of an improvised love song by orphan_account | 28'408 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Minho is behind the counter, taking orders and misspelling names. Since it’s a university, the coffee shop is fairly full, with a constant background noise of people talking. Then, out of nowhere, the talking stops, and the thing happens, one of those moments where everybody just collectively decides to fall silent, but one unfortunate soul doesn’t get the memo. In specific, a guy with brown hair and a blue t-shirt sighs into the dead quiet, “Dammit, somebody date me.” There’s a second where the guy doesn’t realize anything is wrong, but then his expression freezes, and he shrinks down in his seat. Minho is amused, embarrassed on his behalf, all normal reactions. And then the impulse kicks in, the urge to pick the most idiotic and unconventional choice just because he can. “Okay,” Minho replies, and everybody in the room looks at him. “I will.” [It isn't fake, but it isn't real, either. Until suddenly, it is.]

4. even in a chocolate shop, you're the sweetest thing i've ever seen by natigail | 32'916 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Jisung was weak to hot guys, he would be the first one to admit it, but he was even weaker for hot guys who were also smart and kind and approved by his friends. Lee Minho walked through the door and Jisung didn't stand a chance. As if pining wasn't enough of a distraction, Jisung also feared that his little adored work family was coming apart. He wanted nothing more than to keep them together, and perhaps to get Minho to join as well.

[this one isn't completely angst-free afair, but mostly; and it has a meet-cute + found family, super adorable]

5. serendipitous by stellalunar | 8'446 words | Teen and Up Audiences

"Hi, how can I help you this evening?" Jisung's exchanging his practiced customer-service greeting almost robotically before his brain even catches up to what's going on.  The guy's wearing a long coat and his ears are cherry red from the cold, but he's kind of cute. Well, more than that, Jisung just has an inferiority complex and immediately doesn't like the fact that he's handsome.  "I'm going to pre-apologize for my blatantness," the customer leans forward slightly and tucks his hands in the pockets of his coat, "but could you write 'fuck you' on a cake?"

6. Cozy Gamer Boyfriend by AlphabetMinusQ | 14'938 words | General Audiences

Youtuber Jisung has been keeping a secret. Intentionally, but not maliciously – its just a lie of omission, to keep everything running smoothly. It wasn’t going to last forever though, and slowly his fans are piecing it together.

[this one is set during the 2024 olympics with athlete Minho; AlphabetMinusQ has such a wonderful writing style]

7. fist that helps you survive by orphan_account | 12'104 words | Teen and Up Audiences

“What do you think of gay adoption?” Jisung asks again, taking a mouthful of cereal. “I mean,” Minho furrows his brows, “I am gay, right? You do know that.” “Of course I know that. I wouldn’t move in with a hettie if it killed me,” Jisung grimaces at the mere concept. “But I mean, for us.” Minho closes his eyes and purses his lips, “come again?” aka Minho and Jisung adopt a Dracaena and then some.

8. growing pains by Asgeir | 33'333 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Minho has never hated himself more than he does in this moment, because the first thought that crosses his mind once his eyes land on the face in front of him is please, please be the roommate, please be the roommate. “Thanks a lot for letting us stay here,” the taller of the two says with a smile that’s courteous, yet still seems genuine. “I’m—” not the roommate, not the roommate, Minho pleads silently “—Seungmin. It’s nice to meet you. Seungmin. The roommate. Minho smiles anyway, gives him a quick, polite handshake, and then turns back to who can only be his cousin’s boyfriend. “That makes you Jisung, then?”

[Felix brings his boyfriend Seungmin and his roommate Jisung home for the holidays and Minho is convinced that Jisung is Felix' boyfriend, chaos ensues]

9. Bad Apple by velooscuro | 13'594 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Jisung has the power to resurrect things from the dead with just a touch—but if he touches them again, they'll be gone for good. Minho has the power to kill anything with just a touch—and he decides to view it as a gift, even if he thinks it might be a curse. Wherein Jisung wants to use his ability to bake delicious fruit tarts, Minho wants to use his ability for good, however twisted, and the Universe wants to force them together for the sake of balance.

[a dash of angst, a dash of fantasy, some morally gray minsung and a whole lot of fluff, I like this fic a lot]

10. heal with thyme by luckyday | 70'572 words | Teen and Up Audiences

Minho's used to silence. He's used to the way the villagers avoid his eyes when they visit him asking for help, the way they look at him with fear and distrust when they think he can't see. He's used to his world being the sprawling garden within the old ivy-covered iron fence and the familiar warmth of the cottage. He's used to it just being him, his cats, and the old journals. It isn't until a villager somehow wanders into the garden despite the enchantments that he's faced with how unbearably isolated he's become, or how hard it is to open up to someone after years of being alone— or how freeing it is to know someone understands him. - Or, the one where Minho is a lonely village witch and Jisung is a plucky village boy who's determined to befriend him.

[this deals with grief quite heavily, so even though it's very fluffy and there's not really angst, it's something to look out for if you're not in the right headspace for it]

more fic rec lists:

Minsung:

Part 2: Asexual Character

Part 3: Fake Dating

Part 4: "Straight" Character

Part 5: Friends with benefits to lovers

Part 6: Some more Masterpieces

[2baabbies]

🖤 Everybody Wonders (hyunchanlix x reader, skz x reader; part 2)

Crossposted under 2Babbies on Ao3 <3 (also split into 3 parts to make it easier to read)

Part 1 - Part 2 - Part 3 - Part 4 (WIP)

Pairings: established relationship bangchan x reader, established hyunlix, exploring/developing hyunchanlix x reader (they’re official now y’all), established background minsung, unmentioned various skz pairings and crushes happening but not important to this fic

Words: 12700

Summary: Everybody wonders what it would be like to love you; except for your boyfriend Chan, and his group members who were lucky enough to have caught your eye (inspired by Gold Rush by Taylor Swift; quote at the beginning is also from this song).

Fluff + Smut + Humour + Slight Angst

afab+fem!reader

CWs: nsfw (obvi!!), one lame religious pun courtesy of minho, swearing and insults as a form of flirting, felix says cunt, insecure hyunjin (a little ittle bit of angst but there’s comfort), slight feminization (malewife, boygirlfriend), drinking alcohol in the background/i.n and jisung are drunk, sexualization/inappropriate jokes courtesy of jisung, minho hits jisung for being a freak

Smut Tags: hot tub sex, unprotected sex, messy sex, chanlix anal, handjobs, fingering, hyunjin eating reader out, teasing, begging, playful/joking sex, dom/sub dynamics (subby hyune, dom chan, kind of switch felix + reader), dacryphilia, intercrural sex, praise, spit, bit of oral fixation, felix boobs in mouth, dirty talk

Taglist: @rylea08

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‘Gleaming, twinkling,

Eyes like sinking

Ships on waters.

So inviting,

I almost jump in.’

The evening wind rushes against you, skimming the water and carrying the salty seabreeze with it. You shiver, the day is fading and you are admiring the last glimmers of light before night falls. There is still some warmth lingering in the sand, but not for much longer. You can feel the cool winds from the sea washing in with each passing moment, and seeping in through your baggy sweater. You shiver again, more out of anticipation than from the cold when you hear footsteps behind you. Your eyes remain trained on the lulling waves as a warm hand comes to rest in the small of your back, then a soft voice speaks in your ear.

“I told you to bring your coat.”

You snort and turn to look at Chan as he drapes his jacket over your shoulders. He is still wearing a thick black sweater, so you let him guide your arms through the sleeves of his jacket and zip you up without protest. He pecks your forehead then chuckles as you shuffle closer and rest your head on his chest. His arms close tight around you and he sways a little as you resume watching the sea.

“S’not that cold,” You mumble, your cheek is pressed against his chest.

“Oh, shush,” You giggle at his teasing words, “You just like to argue.”

“Not true.”

“Hmph.”

He kisses the top of your head then buries his nose there with a hum.

“Sure, babygirl.”

You sigh and shut your eyes, enjoying the sound of the ocean and Chan’s heart under your ear. Your current visit would only be brief, and you are savoring it while it lasts. The boys chose this spot for their break, finally finding time to rest between all their busy schedules. It would not be much of a vacation, but you were still thankful for the time to spend with your boyfriend and close friends.

“Oh my God,” Jisung shrieks in the distance, “I found a crab!”

“Give it to me,” Changbin demands immediately.

“Leave it alone,” Seungmin shouts over the chorus of excited responses, “Put it back! You’re scaring it!”

“Crabs don’t know fear,” Jeongin argues, “The only thing they fear is God!”

“How do you know? This one might be a crustatheist,” Minho’s joke is met with a mix of silence and groans of anguish.

You and Chan laugh together at the chaos as their voices ramp up again. You both turn to watch where your friends are gathered further down the beach. Chan slides one arm around your shoulders and pulls you in before you begin making your way towards them.

Changbin and Minho are squatting near the ground, eyes trained on the sand where a tiny crab is burrowing. Jisung steps behind them anxiously, teeth gritted and fingers curled in distress as Changbin tries to coax the creature onto a flat rock. Jeongin watches with a relaxed smile as Seungmin stands beside him while looking unimpressed.

“He doesn’t want to go on the rock,” Changbin complains.

“Leave him alone,” Seungmin mutters.

Minho roots his fingers in the sand then raises his hand, presenting the crab with a triumphant smirk.

“Got him.”

He holds it up to Jisung, who backpedals and falls gracelessly with a scream. Seungmin rolls his eyes as Changbin and Jeongin move closer to inspect Minho’s catch. Chan lets out a fond huff as Jisung recovers and scrambles over to see as well. Past the group, skipping rocks across the water, stand Felix and Hyunjin. Chan follows as you continue on towards them, arm securely pinning you to his side as a sharp breeze cuts through the otherwise calm air.

Felix notices you first and grins as you come to a stop beside him. Hyunjin’s stone plunks into the water after one skip and he whips around in a huff.

“You almost did it that time,” Felix comforts.

“Almost. Almost he says.”

Chan chuckles and steps away from you to join the game.

“I’ll teach you, Jinnie.”

“I know how to do it.”

Felix shakes his head and you giggle as Chan begins coaching Hyunjin anyway. You move closer and Felix meets you to take his spot at your side. His arms slide around your waist and pull your back to his chest as he rests his chin on your shoulder. You wrap your arms around his and you lean back as you watch your boyfriends. He squeezes you and nestles his face in the side of your neck as Hyunjin fails another attempt. You giggle as Hyunjin sits in the sand and buries his face in his hands. Chan pats his head as he laments his defeat.

“I hate rocks.”

“Rocks aren’t the problem,” Felix quips.

“Yes they are.”

You yelp as Changbin barrels into you and Felix, then throws his arms around the two of you. The three of you erupt into laughter as he spins you then buries his face in your neck. Your instinct is to shy away, but you can only fall further into Felix’s arms. He staggers but finds his balance to support the two of you as Changbin pulls back with a grin. His arms retract only for a moment, then his fingers delve under your layers to target your sides. You collapse and cackle maniacally as he tickles you relentlessly, and Felix tries to keep you on your feet.

“Cha-Changbin! What the He-ell!”

Felix eventually lets you fall so he can rescue you from Changbin’s torment, and you heave in another broken laugh as Felix traps him in a tight hug.

“What the Hell, Changbin,” Chan whines, mimicking your surprised voice.

“Shut up!”

“Changbin, what the Hell,” Hyunjin repeats, adding his own dramatic flair to his performance.

“Ugh, you all suck.”

Felix rests his head on Changbin’s shoulder and snuggles in.

“Hey, I saved you.”

“You’re snuggling with the enemy.”

“I’m not the enemy,” Changbin protests, “And you could never stop our snuggling.”

“I’ll find a way.”

“Get a room!” Jisung taunts from afar.

“What did you say?”

Changbin separates from Felix to chase after his new target, and Jisung sprints away when he realizes this. Chan flops down beside you and lays flat in the sand, his eyes falling shut as you admire him quietly. Felix comes to stand beside him as Hyunjin wanders around you aimlessly.

“Are you alright, Chris?” Felix asks softly.

“I’m perfect, Lix.”

You roll onto your side and prop your head up as Hyunjin takes a seat on the ground. He gently lifts Chan’s head onto his lap and brushes his fingers through his hair.

“Look, you got sand in your hair.”

Chan hums and smiles as Hyunjin sweeps his fingers gently over his cheek. You lay your head in Hyunjin’s lap as well and smile up at him. The wind tousles his locks as golden light shines above him, and he returns your fond gaze. Felix joins last; he sits beside Hyunjin and loops his arms around his waist, then rests his head on his shoulder. You lean up just enough to check where the rest of the group has gone, their voices fading as they wander down the beach, and Felix pats your head when it returns to Hyunjin’s lap.

“It’s so beautiful,” Hyunjin murmurs.

“Yeah,” You agree softly.

Chan opens his eyes and looks up at the sky. The blues and oranges have already begun to melt away into deeper hues and the light has dimmed. You watch his eyes search the clouds before he turns his head to look at you.

“It’s getting late.”

“Mhm,” You nod and let your eyes fall shut, Felix is petting your head in a soothing rhythm, “It’s pretty dark…”

Chan sits up and pauses before suggesting, “It looks like the boys have gone pretty far. Reckon we head back now?”

“Without them?” Felix asks as you sit up and stretch.

“Sure,” Chan answers, “It might be the only chance we get to spend some time together.”

Felix and Hyunjin stare expectantly so you add, “Alone. Just us.”

“Oh,” Hyunjin gasps, “R-Right.”

Felix looks in the distance for any signs of the other members.

“Only if you two want to, of course,” Chan assures, “If you two prefer sneaking around while the others are home, we’re certainly game. You’re pretty cute when you’re trying to keep quiet, Lixie.”

“Shut up,” Felix replies playfully, and his cheeks flare as he stands, “Keep it in your pants, old man.”

“Oh, I need to keep it in my pants? Maybe we’ll just play without you, then.”

“Don’t be a cunt.”

“Wow, don’t be a what?”

“You heard me.”

Chan pulls himself to his feet and grins as Felix runs off towards the beach house. He stalks after him calmly as Felix giggles mischievously and jogs backwards.

“You better apologize.”

“Make me.”

“Oh, I will,” Chan answers as he finally breaks into a run.

Felix yelps in response and scrambles to pick up his speed. Hyunjin laughs softly and stands, extending his hand to help you to your feet as well. He keeps his hand gently locked with yours as you begin following the others. His shoulder presses against yours and the contact makes your stomach flip. You both sneak a look at each other and you smile with anticipation. He looks away, but you still catch the embarrassment heating up his cheeks. You rest your head on his shoulder and give his hand a squeeze as you watch Chan catch Felix and swing him off his feet.

“Thank you for coming out here with us,” Hyunjin whispers, making your head perk up, “I’m really glad you could make it.”

“You don’t need to thank me, Hyunjin. I’m happy to be invited.”

“Sure, but you’d probably prefer just to be with Chan if you could. You’re stuck with all of us too.”

You shake your head.

“I don’t see it that way. I love spending time with all of you. Besides, how I see it is you’re all stuck with me, too.”

You giggle and grin up at him as he smiles shyly.

“I don’t think any of us mind being stuck with you. I know Felix and I don’t. And Chan is always a little better when you’re around.”

“Yeah? I think he does fine without me.”

“No,” He argues gently, “It’s different. You don’t see it like we do. Chan looks so happy when he’s with you.”

You look to where Chan and Felix are embracing ahead of you. Felix is whining as Chan peppers unforgiving kisses over his freckled cheeks.

“He looks happy when he’s with you too.”

Hyunjin huffs gently and pecks your temple. You rub his arm and snuggle against him with a pleased hum.

“Not feeling shy, I see,” You tease.

Hyunjin laughs.

“I-I am…”

“It’s okay, Hyunjin. I know you’re more comfortable when the others aren’t around.”

He ducks his head.

“I’m sorry.”

“You don’t have to be sorry. It’s okay to want some privacy.”

“I know… I-I know they know… I just don’t want to have to explain anything to them.”

“That’s okay, you don’t have to explain it to us either. We already talked about it, right?”

“Right.”

“Hey,” Felix calls, he and Chan have paused to allow you to catch up, “Is everything okay?”

“We’re good, just chatting,” Hyunjin answers.

Felix comes to walk with you, ducking under Hyunjin’s arm and wrapping his arm around his waist. Chan joins at your side, placing his hand on Hyunjin’s back and leaning close so you are wedged between the two of them.

“Lix had a good idea, want to hear it?” Chan purrs.

“Of course,” You reply, still caressing Hyunjin’s arm where your hand is gripping his bicep.

Felix tilts his head to meet your gaze then smirks at Hyunjin.

“There’s a hot tub in the house. I think we should enjoy it while the others are gone.”

“That sounds nice,” Hyunjin agrees.

“I didn’t bring a swimsuit,” You inform.

“Oh, I didn’t either,” Hyunjin realizes.

“Oh, that’s a shame,” Chan coos, “I wonder what we’ll do about that.”

You peer suspiciously as Felix shares a knowing smirk with Chan.

“You didn’t bring one either,” You say to Chan.

“Hm, I wonder if we have another option, then?”

You look at Hyunjin, who is glaring at Felix through the darkening night.

“You two are perverted.”

Felix flusters as the realization dawns on you.

“Skinny dipping? Really you two?”

“You don’t like the idea?” Chan asks.

“I didn’t say that.”

You feel Chan’s arm brush you as he pats Hyunjin’s back.

“What are you thinking, Jin?”

He grimaces as you all turn your attention to him.

“That’s… really dirty.”

“Are you embarrassed, babe,” Felix teases, “Not up for the challenge?”

Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

“No… I’m just worried about the others coming back…”

“They won’t come back for a while,” Chan reasons.

“You and I can do something else, Jin,” You offer, “Watch a movie or something.”

“No… I want to do it.”

“Do you want to?” Felix asks.

“Yes, as long as we’re all comfortable.”

“We’ve all been naked in front of each other before, and quite comfortable last I checked,” Felix teases.

You reach in front of Hyunjin to pinch Felix’s side and he yelps as he catches your wrist. Chan takes advantage of the distraction and presses a kiss to the nape of your neck. You moan as he lingers there, hot breath washing over your skin and raising hairs, then you pull away from Felix to lightly elbow your boyfriend.

“Don’t tease me.”

Chan presses another kiss under your ear and brushes his lips against your jawline. He gently grabs your arm and guides you away from where you are stumbling into Hyunjin.

“Watch where you’re going, babygirl.”

“Shut up.”

Hyunjin tuts and takes his hand from yours to wrap it around your middle.

“Getting flustered?”

“Aw, baby,” Felix interrupts, “You don’t have to be nervous.”

You shrug them off and jog forward as you arrive at the house. You turn around and point your finger in an accusatory stance.

“All of you, behave.”

Felix blinks his eyes innocently as Hyunjin bows his head with a guilty smile. Chan steps up in front of you with a smirk.

“You like it when we’re bad, baby. Then you get to put us in our place.”

He steps past with the keys to unlock the door and you smack his bottom.

“Fuck yeah, I do.”

Felix and Hyunjin laugh as they follow you and Chan into the house. Felix jostles you playfully as you take off your shoes and outside clothes, and you turn to attack him with a hug when you finish. He giggles and pecks your face while wrapping his arms around your waist. You gently capture his chin and guide his lips to yours to share a teasing kiss. He tries to slip his tongue in your mouth and only manages to lap at your lips before you pull away.

“Hah,” His hips press to yours as he murmurs, “You’re so cute.”

Hyunjin comes to stand behind you, his chest pressed against your back as he speaks in your ear.

“I hate to break you two up, but didn’t we have a plan?”

You turn your head and giggle as Felix pecks your neck. 

“Mhm, I don’t remember,” He sighs into your skin, “Refresh my memory?”

Chan is watching you with a lazy smile as he speaks, “Hot tub. Skinny dipping.”

“Ah, right.”

You giggle as Hyunjin physically redirects Felix away from you and down the hall, then you turn to Chan. He moves closer and pecks your cheek before nodding after them.

“Go on, I’ll be right there.”

“What are you doing?”

He holds up his phone and winks.

“Just making sure we get our privacy.”

You raise your eyebrow.

“Alright, don’t keep us waiting.”

“I won’t.”

You take your time undressing in your’s and Chan’s shared room and don a towel before padding down the hall. It seems Felix and Hyunjin have taken their time as well, since you are the first to arrive at the hot tub. It is running in a private room on the bottom floor of the house. You take a seat on the edge and dip your hand in the water. Your head perks up as Felix enters the room in a robe.

“Where did you find a robe?”

He fluffs the collar and does a pose.

“Jealous?”

“Yeah, you should take it off.”

He sputters and unties the belt as he crosses the room.

“Very forward. How’s the water?”

“It’s good, not too hot actually.”

Felix takes a seat next to you and tilts his head as you run your hand over his chest. Your damp fingers dip beneath the fabric and draw it open as you run your hand over his skin. He sucks in a breath as your fingers trace down his sternum and open his robe further. His lips part to let out a shuddery breath and you feel his body shiver under your touch.

“Oh my God,” Your hand pauses on Felix’s abdomen as Hyunjin speaks up from the doorway, “And you two think Chan is the horny one.”

You laugh and run your hand back up Felix’s front. He smirks and leans in to share a heated kiss.

“Can’t help it,” Felix pants against your lips.

“Trust me, I can tell,” Hyunjin assures.

You giggle and indulge Felix with a few more kisses before turning to face Hyunjin. You meet his gaze bravely as you grab the front of Felix’s robe and slide it off his shoulders. Hyunjin’s eyes widen as Felix mouths at your neck and you let his robe drop from your hands. Felix slides his hands under your towel to grasp your thighs as he sucks a hickey into your throat. One hand slides up to pull your towel down as he draws your thigh over his lap. You follow his lead and look over your shoulder at Hyunjin as he watches you straddle his boyfriend.

Chan leans in the doorway and cocks his eyebrow, then looks at Hyunjin where he stands unmoving in front of him. Felix’s hands roam over your bare back and one slides down to grope your ass as you settle in his lap. His cock jumps against your abdomen as he litters more wet kisses over your neck and chest. Your eyes flutter and you hum approval as he leans down to suck at your breasts.

“Enjoying the show?”

Hyunjin gasps and clutches his robe, over his heart, as he turns to Chan with a frustrated sigh. Felix chuckles and raises his head as Chan struts into the room and asks:

“What’s wrong, aren’t you going to join them, Hyune?”

Hyunjin huffs and crosses his arms.

“You first.”

“Gladly.”

Chan finishes crossing the room and drops his towel before easing into the hot tub. He meets your gaze and lounges against the side with his arms spread across the ledge. He nods at Felix and makes a beckoning motion, which you respond with by standing from his lap. Felix whines and pouts up at you as you brace your hands on his chest. You wink and shove him back to be caught in Chan’s waiting arms. Felix makes a surprised sound when he splashes into the water then laughs as Chan pulls him into his lap. Chan nips at his ear and rubs his chest as he melts into his form.

You turn to face Hyunjin, still observing in silence where he stands. His eyes flit over your nude body before he shyly turns away.

“Jinnie,” You sing, “Aren’t you going to join us?”

“Yes…”

“Come in, babe,” Felix urges, Chan is still hungrily mouthing at his neck and shoulder.

You step into the hot tub and sink down with a moan. The water immediately begins to ease your muscles and lull you into a relaxed position. You look at Chan and Felix, who have paused, then turn your head to look at Hyunjin. His fingers fumble with his robe and he avoids meeting your eyes.

“Are you alright, Jinnie?” You ask sweetly.

“I’m fine…”

“Don’t be shy, babe,” Felix begs.

“I can’t strip when you’re all staring at me.”

“Aw, why not?” Chan whines.

You and Felix giggle as Hyunjin glares in response. You turn and cross your arms on the edge of the tub, then rest your chin in your arms. You look up at Hyunjin and smile from where you slouch in the water.

“Hyunjin? Don’t you want to join us?”

He nods and tucks a strand of hair behind his ear, then watches you extend one of your hands.

“Come here, sweetheart. I’ll help you get undressed.”

“O-Okay…”

He comes forward and takes your hand, then gasps as you pull him to sit on the edge of the hot tub. You giggle and rest one hand in his lap, blinking up at him seductively as that hand roams over his clothed crotch. He swallows and tries to muffle a moan with his hand as you palm him lazily through the robe. Your other hand deftly undoes the tie keeping it closed and you smirk up at him. His eyes dart away and he sighs.

“Would you two… stop ogling me?”

“Nope,” Chan replies simply.

“We’re admiring you, love.”

“Don’t look at them,” You demand, turning Hyunjin to face you by cupping his chin, “They’re not the ones touching you, now are they?”

“N-No…”

“Right. So if you want me to keep touching you, you should keep your eyes on me.”

“Damn,” Chan hisses, and Felix shushes him.

Hyunjin’s eyes flutter and he quivers at the demand. He looks away for a second, before taking a deep breath and braving your gaze. Your expression turns ravenous as you caress his chin and run your hand down to his chest.

“Good boy.”

He nods, biting his lip as your hand slips under his robe to touch him directly. Soft groans slip from his lips as you stroke his length. His eyes follow yours through his lashes as you part his robe and let it fall open. He whimpers as you spread his legs and rest your cheek against the inside of his thigh. You look at his cock and drink in the sight of it hard and throbbing from your touch. You look up and tsk when you see his eyes are tightly shut, then draw your hand away. Hyunjin bites his fist to muffle his cry of frustration as his hips jump in desperation for your touch.

“B-Baby, pl-ease,” He hiccups.

“Look at me.”

“I-I’m not going to last…”

He looks down at you, eyes tearing up as your hand brushes the inside of his leg. You rise to stand between his legs and cup his cheeks as he frowns at you.

“Come in, baby. I’ll take care of you.”

“Fuck.”

You giggle and help him slip out of his robe, then slide your arms around his shoulders as he falls into the water with you. His lips slot against yours as you thread your fingers through his hair, and his cock ruts against your thigh. You break the kiss and huff softly.

“Hyunjinnie…”

You gasp as strong hands grab your waist, and Chan pulls you back into his lap. He pecks your shoulder and motions Hyunjin to follow you.

“Come on, Hyune. Be a good boy for her.”

Hyunjin cries out softly and falls into your waiting arms. You kiss his cheek and swipe your thumb over his bottom lip as it quivers.

“Close, baby?”

Felix settles next to you in Chan’s lap, and chuckles as Hyunjin sucks your thumb into his mouth.

“Hyunjin, baby,” Felix groans, “You look so good right now.”

“Stop,” Hyunjin cries.

“Stop what,” Felix breathes, “You’re gorgeous.”

You reach between your bodies and resume stroking Hyunjin, which quiets his embarrassed protests. His face flushes and his eyes tear up as your hand teases his cock beneath the water. Hyunjin muffles his needy sounds by shoving his face into your shoulder and Chan pecks a sweet kiss to the crown of his head. You cup his neck and hold him to you with adoration.

“There you go, Hyune,” Chan praises, “You’re such a good boy.”

Hyunjin nods and thrusts into your hand. Felix finds a place on his shoulder to begin littering little kisses and whispers soft encouragement to you both.

“There you go, feels good, right? Gonna come? Be a good boy and come. You’re treating our Hyune so well, darling. He’s so lucky to have your pretty hands on his cock.”

Chan draws Felix in for a sloppy kiss before they return their attention to you. Felix lovingly pets Hyunjin’s back and kisses his neck where he can reach it. Chan hums into your hair and slides a hand around your waist, between your legs to slip two fingers into your heat. You jerk at the intrusion and knock your head against his chin. Chan grunts and you sputter when he burrows his face in the nape of your neck.

“Ow.”

“Well, don’t just- a-ahh!”

Your hips roll to chase the feeling of Chan’s fingers curling inside you, putting just enough pressure on your sweet spot as his thumb rolls over your clit.

“Don’t what? Hm? Use your words, babygirl.”

“You’re mean,” Hyunjin chastises, the rhythm of your touch breaking from Chan’s distraction, “Hah, too rough with her.”

You warble in agreement as you try to focus on stroking Hyunjin. Chan easily keeps the pace of fingering you as his other hand seizes your wrist. Hyunjin whines and butts his face into your neck as your hand is forced to still.

“I could be a lot meaner,” Chan whispers as he releases his hold on you, “Besides, she’s more than ready for it. Touch her, Lix.”

You resume stroking Hyunjin, his short grunts and breathy moans telling you that he is close. Chan’s fingers leave and Felix’s replace them. Although his are smaller, he makes up for this by immediately delving three of them deep into your heat. You mumble a string of curses into Hyunjin’s hair, clawing your fingers down his back as Felix fingerfucks you steadily.

“Wet and loose. Can’t get enough, can you? Hm?”

You moan and nod dumbly. Chan chuckles and lifts Hyunjin’s chin to look at him.

“And you think I’m the mean one?”

Hyunjin shakes his head as Chan pushes his thumb into his mouth. He swipes it over his tongue and presses it to the inside of his cheek. Hyunjin’s eyes flutter and his mouth opens in a broken moan as he comes from your touch. Felix chuckles, kissing the marks you left on Hyunjin’s back as he retracts his hand from your core. You sigh at the loss of contact and watch the tears slip down Hyunjin’s cheeks as your touch overstimulates him. Slowly, you cease touching him to let him recover from his high. Chan removes his thumb from his mouth and uses the spit-laden appendage to wipe the tears from Hyunjin’s cheeks. He sniffles and leans dazedly into Chan’s touch, cheeks flush and slick.

“Still good, baby?” Chan asks softly, “You with us?”

Hyunjin nods and looks over his shoulder as Felix kisses his cheek.

“You did so well, gorgeous,” He praises.

Hyunjin turns to you and presses a hot kiss to the corner of your lips. You giggle and meet him properly for the second one. He parts his lips and lets you slip your tongue inside for a messy kiss that leaves a string of saliva between your lips when you part. He groans and ducks his head before facing you again.

“I just realized… how gross this is.”

Chan chuckles and tauntingly strokes the inside of your thigh.

“What? Spit?” Felix asks as he wipes your chin clean.

“No… We’re sitting in my… cum.”

“Yeah, that’s pretty gross,” You agree as Chan nibbles your ear.

“Felix, don’t tell me that got you hard,” Hyunjin snaps as Felix laughs into his back.

He looks at you with a salacious grin and props his chin over Hyunjin’s shoulder.

“Listen, babe, just because you’re having post-nut clarity doesn’t mean we have to.”

“You should, you degenerate.”

“Well, you’re welcome to leave-”

“As if.”

You giggle and let Chan maneuver you to lean against the edge of the tub. He settles himself between your legs and traps you against the wall with his arms as he slowly leans in with a greedy stare. You sigh and lean your elbows back on the ledge, offering a challenging smirk as he moves in. Felix snakes his arms around Chan’s middle and blinks at you affectionately as your boyfriend presses his forehead to yours. You giggle and reach up to run your fingers through his hair, then reach past him to cup Felix’s cheek. You tilt your head to the side, away from Chan, to meet Felix’s gaze.

“You’re so pretty, Lix.”

“Thank you.”

Chan sets his jaw and brushes his nose against your cheek.

“Is that how it is?”

You thread your fingers in Felix’s hair and watch his eyes roll when you tug. You turn to face Chan with faux concern as he glares at you softly.

“I’m just worried Lix isn’t getting enough attention, Channie.”

Chan shudders then turns to watch you slide your hand down and wrap it around Felix’s throat. He groans when your grip tentatively tightens and guides him closer, between you and Chan. His eyes flutter open and he shoots Chan a smug look. Chan responds by grabbing the back of Felix’s head and pushing his face into your breasts. You scoff and share a look with Hyunjin, who is lounging against an edge with his elbow propped to hold his head up. He tilts his head to watch Felix suck your nipple between his lips. You moan and drape your arm lazily over his shoulders as he laps his way to your other breast.

“I think he gets plenty of attention,” Chan mumbles.

You laugh and slide your foot against the inside of Chan’s leg. He moves closer to pin Felix between both of you and chuckles at your airy moans. Felix lets out a muffled hum before licking a filthy stripe over your sensitive bud.

“I disagree,” He murmurs, “I’m feeling so neglected.”

Hyunjin speaks up from his spot, “It’s hard to feel bad for you when you have tits in your mouth.”

Felix looks up at you with his round eyes and sighs.

“God gives his hardest battles to his sexiest soldiers.”

“So true, baby,” You coo.

Chan snickers and Hyunjin rolls his eyes as Felix eagerly returns to suckling on your breasts. Chan glances at Hyunjin as needy sounds spill from your lips, and leans back to acknowledge him.

“Feeling left out?”

Hyunjin shakes his head.

“I’m good. I’m enjoying the view from right here.”

You keen as Felix nips the soft underside of your breasts and exhales hotly on your sensitive skin. He kisses lower, giving testing licks as he travels to your stomach. Chan reaches around to clasp Felix’s jaw and pulls him back. Felix’s eyes roll from the pressure on his throat and he grunts as Chan presses his lips to his ear.

“Aren’t you such a good boy for her?”

Felix nods, watching you through his lashes as Chan ghosts his hand down his front. His cock jumps when Chan’s hand slides over his abdomen and pauses there. You sigh and watch impatiently as Felix bucks his hips.

“Chan, please.”

“What’s wrong? You don’t want to be my good boy?”

“I-I do…”

“Not fair,” You whine.

Chan kisses Felix’s neck and chuckles.

“I’m just giving Lixie some attention. Wasn’t that your suggestion?”

You click your tongue and sit up.

“I didn’t say to tease him.”

“But isn’t he so cute like this?”

“Yeah,” You muse as you admire the shuddering of Felix’s toned chest, “He is pretty cute.”

Chan roughly gropes Felix’s inner-thigh and groans as he squirms in his arms.

“Excited, are you?”

“You’re one to talk. Fuck, you’re so fucking hard Chan.”

You giggle as Chan blushes and releases Felix. He drops in front of you and leans into your welcoming embrace with a soft groan. You feel his cock press against you as he kisses you fervently, his arms pulling your bodies tight together as your hands run over his back. 

Chan leans one hand on the ledge beside you and traces a finger slowly down Felix’s spine. He shivers and whimpers into your mouth as Chan’s touch dances over his freckles, drawing invisible constellations as the two of you share lazy kisses. Felix breaks the kiss and you take the opportunity to peck his forehead as Chan traces his spine again. Felix arches his back and groans at the friction of your hips coming together.

“Chris,” He cries, “Wh-What are you-”

Chan teases his fingers over Felix’s hole and slots his cock between the younger’s shaking thighs. You feel the drag of it against the tangle of your legs and bite your lip as you meet Chan’s gaze. He smirks and presses closer, forcing Felix’s chest flush to yours as he moves in. Felix moans and looks down as Chan ruts his cock under his, then looks at you as one of Chan’s hands roam over his chest. You contrast Chan’s sloppy thrusts and slow groping by sweetly tucking Felix’s hair out of his face. He inhales shakily as Chan slips a finger over his hole again.

“God, just put it in,” Felix growls.

You giggle and cup his face as Chan’s hands slide down to his hips.

“Don’t be so hasty, love,” Chan whispers.

“You’re a tease.”

“I just want to make sure you’re wet, darling.”

“We’re in a fucking hot t-UB!”

Felix jerks as Chan spreads his cheeks and spits into his open hole. Felix thrusts again, chasing the friction of his cock against your abdomen, before quivering and collecting himself. Chan spits again then pushes one of his thumbs into Felix’s puckering hole. You moan and roll your hips up for some stimulation as you stroke your thumbs over Felix’s defined cheekbones.

“That’s better,” Chan decides, admiring Felix’s slick hole.

“You’re disgusting,” Felix groans.

Chan fucks himself between his legs and you assist by closing your legs around Felix’s thighs, creating a tighter slit for Chan to slip between. Felix whines as it becomes harder for him to move his hips, and follows Chan as his hand comes around his throat again. Your core pulses from watching Chan hold him up, then he tugs Felix’s hands from your body.

“Arms. Now.”

“Chaaan,” Felix protests, but folds his arms behind his back for Chan to grasp in his other hand.

“See? Was that so hard?”

Felix whimpers as you begin running your hands over his pecs and pressing kisses to his chest. Chan is still lazily grinding between his thighs, frotting their cocks together from behind.

“You’re so pretty, Lix,” Hyunjin compliments, his voice low and ragged.

You drag your lips down Felix’s abs and look up as you place an open-mouthed kiss just below his belly button. Felix fights to look down at you as Chan tilts his head back.

“You want her mouth so bad, huh? Think you deserve it?”

“I do,” Felix argues.

“Oh yeah?”

Chan pauses as you close your hands around both of their cocks and Felix makes a relieved noise. You stroke them slowly and look up with a sigh.

“For the record, I don’t think either of you have done much to ‘deserve’ it. The only thing you’ve been doing is teasing me.”

“A-And what do you think he’s doing to me?” Felix sobs.

Chan chuckles and nuzzles his nose against Felix’s cheek.

“But Felix, you’ve been such a good boy.”

Felix rolls his eyes then makes a choked sound as you squeeze the tip of his cock. He thrusts into your hand and Chan pulls him back.

“Come on…”

“Beautiful,” Hyunjin calls, stealing your attention, “Why don’t you let them play together and I’ll take care of you?”

“No…” Felix pleads as you draw your hands away.

“You’ll be fine,” Hyunjin dismisses as he watches you wade your way over beside him.

Chan chuckles and finally releases his constricting grip on Felix. You let Hyunjin lift you up on the edge of the hot tub as Chan sits across from you. He beckons Felix closer and guides him to sit in his lap as Hyunjin ducks between your legs. You watch him pull your thighs over his shoulders and move in to lick between your folds. You are so pent up from watching the others you fail to suppress the high-pitched sound that he draws from your lips. Felix and Chan are both facing you, admiring you, as Chan hikes one of Felix’s legs over his arm and begins fingering him open. Felix lays like a ragdoll, letting Chan touch him and move him as he pleases as he watches you through half-lidded eyes.

Hyunjin barely swipes his tongue into your heat, choosing instead to focus on lapping at your clit and flicking it around your folds. You are too needy to complain, just sighing and moaning as he latches his lips to your clit and sucks. Chan hurriedly preps Felix and guides himself into his spread hole. Felix makes a wrecked sound as Chan’s fist closes around his leaking cock and he thrusts up to the hilt. Your fingers clench on the edge of the tub and you watch them desperately as your climax approaches. You wiggle and Hyunjin clasps your hips, allowing you to grind your pussy on his lips until you reach your high. You laugh breathlessly and release a series of pitchy moans as he devours you happily, letting you use him until you are satiated. You continue through your orgasm until the overstimulation has you trembling.

Hyunjin reaches up to catch you in his arms as you drop back into the water, still a bit shaky as you come down from your high. Your arousal is smeared on his lips and he licks them clean before kissing you. It is endearing, even when you taste yourself on his tongue and feel him half-hard between your moving bodies, your heart swells at his kiss. You blame Chan and Felix for leaving you untouched, but secretly know there is something special about Hyunjin that is drawing this reaction from you. He cups your cheeks and kisses you, soft and slow, drawing it out as long as he can until you are panting beneath him.

“Baby?”

“Hah,” You respond, dazed as you look up at him, “Yes?”

“Are you okay? You’re shaking, sweetheart.”

Your heart stutters at his tender expression, and you nod quickly to settle his nerves.

“Good, I’m good. Still coming down, that’s all.”

“Alright. Do you need a break?”

“No, n-no. We can just sit here.”

“Alright, baby,” Hyunjin smiles, patient and fond, before pecking your forehead, “Sit with me. Let’s just watch for a bit.”

You follow Hyunjin down to lounge in the water and find your core winding up at how he secures his arm around your shoulder. His movements are slow, hesitant, as he pulls you close and gently caresses your arm with his thumb. He brushes stray hairs from your face and runs his thumb under your jawline with loving attention. You look up and feel safe, warmth pooling in your stomach, when you meet his doting gaze. His serene smile is still there as he glances over at Felix and Chan.

There is something remarkable about Felix’s flexibility, it must come from years of training and dancing. Chan has his leg held up in a way that looks painful, but you trust that if Felix did not want it that way he would have spoken by now. Chan is jerking him off hard, and thrusting up with no control. The scene looks pornographic, and the sounds spilling from Felix’s mouth sound even more so. You can tell he is close from the volume of his desperation.

“Ch-Chan! Chan- Chris- fuck! Please please, oh my God, fuck! Yes, please-”

Hyunjin keeps stroking your arm, pulling you in to snuggle against his chest. You sink down and feel his cheek nestle against the top of your head. Felix groans, loud enough that you would worry about someone else hearing if you were not the only ones in the house. His cum shoots up his front, painting his chest and abdomen with thick streaks as Chan fucks him through his climax. It dribbles down his cock as it falls soft against his stomach, and he groans lowly as Chan keeps fucking him. Chan’s hand has slipped to hold the inside of his thigh, keeping his legs spread by digging his fingers into the tight muscles.

“That’s good, so good, Lix,” Chan praises, “M’gonna keep going, can I cum- cum inside? M’so close, baby.”

“Uh-huh,” Felix mewls, voice airy as Chan fucks another groan out of him, “Inside, yeah…”

“That’s messy,” Hyunjin teases, “You made a mess, Lix.”

“S’good, feels good,” Felix babbles, making you both laugh.

Chan giggles into Felix’s neck and whispers his own mindless stream of groans and praises as he finds his release. He knocks his hips up, pushing himself deeper inside as he cums. Felix twitches as Chan’s cock throbs inside him, and cum begins to spill out of his plugged hole.

“Yeah, yeah Lix, milk it. Fuck, you take it so good.”

Felix nods, eyebrows pinched in pleasure as his mouth falls open.

“Ch-Chan, f-fuck it’s hot. You’re so hot.”

“Yeah? You love it, baby?”

“Yeah…”

Chan kisses his neck sweetly and slowly eases Felix off of him. The younger groans and falls bonelessly into the water, letting Chan in behind him to scoop him into his arms. Chan hums and peppers kisses over his face, neck, then chest as Felix’s head lolls back. Chan giggles and nudges his nose against Felix’s chin.

“Sleepy?”

“Mhm…”

“I fucked you that good?”

“No, not that good.”

Chan punishes Felix with a bite to his jawline and he yelps.

“Brat.”

Felix makes a noise of disagreement as he drowsily meets Chan for a kiss. Chan grumbles something but Felix muffles his words with lazy pecks.

“Now they’re going to make-out for like an hour,” Hyunjin mumbles.

“No,” Felix says, “Not that long…”

“Just until he passes out,” Chan murmurs.

“And then you make-out some more when he wakes up,” You say as their kissing resumes.

“Mhm,” Chan defends, “S’called aftercare. I do it because I care about him.”

“You’re obsessed with me,” Felix jokes, “You act like you’re in love with me or something.”

“Because I am.”

Felix’s eyes widen and his cheeks flush at Chan’s words. His reaction goes unnoticed, but not to you or Hyunjin. He shifts beside you, his fingers twitch as Chan’s hand cups Felix’s neck and pulls him in for another kiss. His eyes flutter shut and he melts into it, not noticing how your hand takes Hyunjin’s under the water or when you look up because you hear his heart pounding in his chest. He meets your gaze and relieves your worries with a smile. He looks unsure, but not upset. There is a glimmer of desire in his eyes when he looks back at Felix and Chan, sharing deft touches and needy kisses.

You giggle and sarcastically muse, “Wow, Chan. Just go ahead and say Felix is your favourite.”

Chan breaks away and looks at you with a soft glare, while Felix whines and nuzzles his cheek.

“I don’t have a favourite.”

“You love us all equally?” Hyunjin clarifies.

At this, Chan hesitates to answer. He shares a look with you then carefully replies:

“Yeah, I love you all. You mean the world to me.”

Felix successfully coaxes Chan into giving him another kiss, and when they pull apart holds Chan’s cheeks to maintain his gaze.

“Don’t be so casual about it.”

Chan chuckles.

“I can’t say I love you?”

“You love me because I take it up the ass for you.”

“That’s not true. I want to fuck you in the ass because I love you. There’s a difference.”

“There’s a difference,” You repeat with an unconvinced lilt.

“So,” Hyunjin concludes, “Felix lets you fuck him in the ass and becomes your favourite. I see how it is.”

You cackle as Chan rolls his eyes and Felix raises his eyebrows.

“Sure. Felix is my favourite. For that reason.”

“That’s okay,” You hum, “Hyunjin is my favourite.”

Hyunjin physically jumps with surprise at your confession and looks at you with disbelief. Felix chortles at his reaction and accepts the kisses Chan meticulously presses to each of his freckles. Your boyfriend is entirely unbothered by your comment, failing to justify Hyunjin’s reaction with even a sideways glance as he stares expectantly at him. Then, he stares at you.

“Why?”

You shrug, feeling drowsy and a little high off the hint of curiosity in Hyunjin’s voice.

“I just like you. I like how you watch out for Channie. I like how you take care of Felix. I like the way you fall in love.”

Hyunjin’s eyes soften at your inviting smile.

“Oh. I love you too.”

“I know.”

Hyunjin splutters as you look back at the others nonchalantly, although you are horribly suppressing your sheepish reaction. You avoid looking at him and pointedly turn away as your cheeks flush and a grin breaks out on your face.

“Baby? Baby, wait, look at me.”

“Can’t.”

“B-But- please?”

You shake your head as Hyunjin’s arms come around you from behind.

“You made her shy, Hyunjin,” Felix comments.

“I’m not shy,” You argue as you let Hyunjin turn you around.

Your breath catches as you watch him. His brows are furrowed with determination and his plush lips are pressed into a tight line. He cups your cheeks and leans in, lips hovering over yours as he chooses the right words.

“Y-You’re not going to say it?”

You grin.

“Say what?”

He looks helplessly at Chan and Felix. 

“Aw, babe,” Chan scolds, “Don’t be so difficult.”

Felix yawns then adds, “He deserves an ‘I love you’, he ate you out.”

“He wanted to do that.”

“You don’t want to say it?” Hyunjin questions.

You sigh and throw your arms around his shoulders.

“Hwang Hyunjin,” He nods, listening intently to your words, “I promise, one-hundred percent, without a doubt, that I love you. And I will say it as many times as you need to hear it.”

“B-But… do you…”

“For the record,” Chan cuts in, “I love you too. I loved you first, actually. She just copied me.”

“I did not copy falling in love with Hyunjin, you bitch.”

Felix’s head is resting on Chan’s chest, held close with one hand while the other points accusingly at you.

“You didn’t like him until I liked him.”

“I didn’t like him until I started dating you, I didn’t even know him.”

“Yeah, so, I win.”

You shake your head then return your attention to Hyunjin.

“What were you going to say, baby?”

“Um… So do you like me- like, love me or… just, you know…”

“Babe,” Felix murmurs, “What do you think?”

Hyunjin looks pained as he considers the options, but you quickly relieve his stress by answering his question.

“I don’t just like you in a ‘friend’ way. I cherish every second I get to spend with you, Hyunjin. I need you and I love you.”

Hyunjin nods.

“Me too. I-I love you, too.”

“I love you too,” Felix offers, “Just so you know.”

You roll your eyes.

“I love you too, Lix.”

“Nice.”

“Noice.”

“Hey.”

Chan chuckles and smiles at you.

“Chan… you’re just alright,” You quip.

“Well, you’re sexy and amazing. See how I didn’t stoop to your level?”

“Chan,” Hyunjin says, “I don’t want to interrupt, but Felix is falling asleep on your chest and I think we should clean him up.”

Chan looks down to Felix drooling on his chest and hums as he gently shakes him.

“So he is. You’re right, but shouldn’t we say ‘I love you’ first?”

Hyunjin nods shyly and Chan glances at you before you move over to take Felix into your arms. He stirs when he falls against you and you scoop some water over his dirty chest. He mutters something, maybe a thank-you, as Chan comes to Hyunjin and pulls him into a kiss. Hyunjin returns it eagerly, allowing Chan to dip him slightly to deepen the kiss. Hyunjin pulls away first, and giggles as Chan pecks all over his face.

“I love you, Chan.”

“I love you too, baby.”

You smile at them as Chan lets Hyunjin straighten again.

Hyunjin and Chan help Felix out of the hot tub and dress him in his robe, before he eventually gives up on standing and Chan has to carry him out of the room. There are two bathrooms in the house. Hyunjin runs a bath for Felix in one of them, while you start a shower in the other. You hear the door open a few minutes into your shower, then Chan’s soft voice shortly after that.

“It’s me, babe.”

“Are you coming in?”

“Yeah, I just had to do something.”

You poke your head out of the shower curtain and smile when you see Chan has brought clean towels and pajamas. His head perks up as he drops his towel and he smirks at you.

“Wow. Couldn’t help yourself? Had to take a peek, you little minx?”

You giggle and push the curtain open as he steps in. You share a quick kiss as he shuts the curtain behind himself and steps under the water with you.

“I want to know where they found robes. How come all we can find is towels.”

“I don’t know, love. I’m sure they’re around somewhere.”

“How is Lix doing?”

“He’s good. Hyunjin’s in the tub with him. He’ll take a nap and go back to being a menace again.”

You nod and giggle as Chan pulls your body to his. Your hands rest on his shoulders and you gaze up at him as you sway under the water.

“You tired?” He asks.

“Kind of, getting there.”

He pecks your forehead.

“Let’s get you cleaned up, babygirl.”

“Channie?”

“Mhm?”

“I love you.”

He smiles, that eye-pinching grin that melts your heart every time.

“I love you more.”

“Impossible.”

“S’not,” He protests with a soft pout, “I do.”

“You’re just gonna have to prove it to me, I guess.”

He chuckles and kisses you, leisurely and chaste.

“No problem. You’re easy to love.”

“Mhm, be quiet,” You complain.

You finish your shower laughing together. Chan steps out first, throws on his towel then takes yours and begins helping you dry off. You throw your arms up and let him pat you down, then squeal when he throws it over your head and squeezes your sides.

“Chan!”

You pull it down with a huff that gets interrupted with a kiss. He smiles against your lips when you lightly hit him with the towel.

“Christopher.”

He giggles.

“Yes?”

“Behave.”

“Mhm, okay.”

He pecks your nose and finishes patting you dry, then gives you your space so you can get dressed. The clothes are your comfy underwear, favourite bedtime shorts, and one of his black hoodies. You pull it on then hold the material up to your nose to inhale his scent. Chan pulls on his boxers then pauses partway through donning his sweatpants to observe you. You smile with your eyes, nose and mouth covered in the soothing material. He finishes getting dressed, having opted to stay shirtless, and tilts his head at you.

“Happy?”

“Mh-hm…”

You shuffle into his arms and he welcomes you with a hug. He buries his nose in your hair and you let the fabric drop as you peck his chest.

“Let’s go, babygirl.”

“Hn?”

You shriek as Chan picks you up by your thighs and brings your legs around his waist. Your arms close tight around his neck and you cry out in protest.

“Chan! Don’t do that!”

He laughs and carries you out of the bathroom, down the hall to the living room. Hyunjin and Felix are already there, lounging on the couch in their matching pajamas as they choose something to watch. Felix is sipping a glass of water, tucked into Hyunjin’s side as he scrolls through the options. Chan drops you on the couch and catches your ankle when you try to kick him.

“I know your tricks, sweetheart.”

Hyunjin makes his decision and watches Felix hold his empty glass out to Chan.

“Chris?”

Chan sighs and takes it, then leaves the room to refill it for him. Felix shoots you a satisfied smirk and you shake your head.

“Get your own malewife.”

“I want yours.”

“I heard that!”

“No you didn’t,” Felix teases, then looks expectantly at Hyunjin.

“Stop looking at me like that.”

Felix pouts.

“You don’t want to be my malewife?”

“Hyunjin is so boygirlfriend, actually,” You murmur.

“Oh yeah, he so is.”

“I don’t know what those words mean but I feel like I should be offended. Stop it.”

Chan returns with a fresh glass of ice water and presses his cold hand to the back of your neck. You curse and twist away from his touch as Felix takes his water and sings:

“Thank you, Chan.”

“You’re welcome, little bastard.”

“I love when couples have pet names,” Hyunjin jokes.

“It’s not a pet name, that’s Lix’s species,” You add.

“I’m not a creature.”

“You act like one,” Chan mutters.

Felix holds his glass out and Chan lets out a long sigh before reluctantly taking it.

“Getting fucked in the ass doesn’t make you incapable of taking care of yourself.”

“Yes it does.”

“Lix is a babygirl, he can’t help it,” You defend.

Felix nods sagely and Hyunjin tsks, before Chan replies:

“If babygirl means spoiled princess, then it definitely suits the two of you,” He pauses, “Three of you.”

Hyunjin ponders then shrugs, yawning instead of trying to muster up an argument against Chan’s logic. Chan sets Felix’s water aside, giving you time to crawl between Hyunjin and Felix and cuddle into a comfortable position. Hyunjin lets you rest your head in his lap, even tucking a throw pillow beneath to better support it. Felix lays somewhat on top of you, partially wedged between you and the couch so he can put his head low on your chest and slot one of his legs between yours. Chan assesses the situation then settles himself on top of you. His head rests on your stomach and he tangles himself around Felix. Felix welcomes him in by wrapping his arms around his shoulders and pecking his forehead.

“You weren’t planning on going anywhere, right?” You ask Hyunjin.

He snorts.

“Not anymore.”

Hyunjin lazes one arm over the back of the couch and lets his other rest on the armrest. Chan tugs a blanket up over himself and Felix and hums contently. Felix shimmies lower and tilts Chan’s head up to give him a kiss. You reach over your head to grab Hyunjin’s hand and bring it to your lips, brushing a sweet peck over his knuckles. He makes a soft sound and smiles down at you, then begins brushing his fingers over your cheek. He carefully traces over your cheekbones, eyelids, down the bridge of your nose. He pauses on your lips, slips his finger between them gently, then moves to your chin and jawline. You watch him intently, then let your attention shift to Chan and Felix where they trade kisses beside you.

“I told you they would start making out again,” You whisper to Hyunjin.

“I’m not surprised.”

“You’re just jealous,” Felix decides.

“Are you jealous?” Chan asks, his voice slurring with exhaustion.

“No,” Hyunjin assures, “I love seeing you two together.”

“Simp,” Felix replies.

You place your hand between their faces and laugh as Felix whines and tries to see Chan around it.

“Baby, please,” Chan begs.

You sigh and move your hand to play with his hair. Hyunjin continues stroking your cheek with his thumb as he turns his attention to the television. Felix reaches up to tug on his shirt.

“Hey, you’re good, right?”

“Why wouldn’t I be good?”

“I mean… You didn’t really believe them earlier.”

Hyunjin looks annoyed as you and Chan both look at him with concern.

“It’s not that I didn’t believe them! I just want to make sure we’re all on the same page.”

“Why wouldn’t we be on the same page?” You ask gently.

“I don’t know… People say things in the moment and…”

“Hyunjin,” Chan says, dozy and a little sternly, “Do you think we didn’t mean it when we said we love you?”

“I know you love me. I just also know how Felix loves me, so I don’t want to assume you mean it the same way.”

“Oh,” You breathe, “You’re afraid we’re not in love with you, right?”

“You don’t have to be…”

“Then what can we do to show you we are?” Chan asks.

Hyunjin falters then Felix speaks up for him:

“Putting a label on this might help? There hasn’t really been much talk of commitment since we started seeing each other’s partners. Maybe… we stop wondering how long this will last and… finally make it official?”

You grin at Felix, his words are clearly thought out but his tone is hesitant. Voice a little shaky, eyes a little watery. Hyunjin lets his hand fall from the back of the couch to rub Felix’s back in soothing circles.

“Alright, let’s make it official,” Chan decides.

“Wha- just like that?” Hyunjin yelps.

You giggle.

“Channie doesn’t fuck around with labels.”

“I don’t. Tell us what you want. Let’s get it all worked out right here.”

Hyunjin swallows and looks at you.

“What… would you call this?”

You blink in surprise then contemplate the question with a quiet hum.

“Well… Chan is my boyfriend, obviously… but I would even call him my soulmate if we’re getting specific with things. And I don’t see why I couldn’t use that word to describe you guys, too.”

“S-Soulmates,” Felix questions, “You really feel like we’re your soulmates?”

Your cheeks heat up and you nod shyly.

“W-Well… If that’s okay? I mean, I guess, to me a soulmate isn’t necessarily a romantic partner. They’re just… someone you need in your life. But I don’t see why we can’t be soulmates and lovers, you know? Or, soulmates and friends if that’s… better, like…”

You feel wetness fall on your cheeks and trail off as you wipe it away. Another drop, and you look up to see Hyunjin crying above you. Your eyes widen and you reach up instinctively, hand resting over his heart as he tries to muffle his sobs into his palm.

“Hyunjin, what’s wrong?”

Felix clambers up when he realizes what is going on, and Chan follows. This gives you the opportunity to sit up, and you slide into Hyunjin’s lap as Felix’s arms come around his shoulders. The position is awkward, but Chan pushes himself in as well. His arms come around Hyunjin’s waist, and Felix leans back just a bit so Hyunjin can tuck his chin over Chan’s shoulder. He cries openly, tears stream down his face before being wiped away by Felix’s delicate hands. Felix pecks his forehead as Chan rubs his back lovingly.

“I-I’m sorry, I-I don’t-” He chokes on his tears between words, “I don’t even believe Felix wants me sometimes. I-I just expected you two would get bored of me soon.”

Chan’s eyebrows pinch and he sighs softly before answering:

“I know what you mean, baby, but trust me: we’re never going to get bored of you. We love you.”

You pet Hyunjin’s hair and nod in agreement as he leans back to look at Chan.

“Y-Yeah?”

“Yes,” Chan exasperates, “Sweetheart, when I said you’re my world I meant it. I love you.”

“Oh,” Hyunjin laughs sadly, “Oh.”

“You’re so foolish, Jinnie,” You murmur as you kiss his cheek, “Silly boy. Thinking we don’t love you and Felix.”

Felix is still teary-eyed, and the tender kiss Chan presses to his cheek does not help.

“We didn’t want to get our hearts hurt,” Felix explains quietly.

“That breaks my heart,” Chan replies, “I don’t know how we could be anymore in love with you. Isn’t it obvious?”

“Except,” You cut in, “For actually putting a name to it.”

“Oh, whatever. I don’t look at anyone else but you three. I let you in bed with the love of my life. You should’ve gotten the hint.”

Hyunjin wipes his tears away and turns to you as you cup his jaw.

“Does that help, Hyunjinnie? Do you know your answer now?”

“Yes… I think we’re soulmates too, and I want us to all be together.”

You share a kiss and giggle when Felix butts his face into Hyunjin’s neck.

“What’s wrong, Lix?” Chan asks softly.

He raises his head, freckled face burning as your attention falls on him.

“I agree but… could we pick something a bit less intense for when we tell the guys? Like, partners, or lovers even?”

“You think ‘lovers’ is less intense?” Hyunjin questions.

“I don’t know…”

“I like it. Lovers is serious, but not as dramatic, and still a little soft,” You decide, “I also like the idea of calling you three my boyfriends.”

“Isn’t that a little… casual?” Hyunjin retorts.

“Calling someone your boyfriend is casual,” Chan remarks in disbelief, then looks at you, “Apparently we are not taking our relationship as seriously as we should be.”

You giggle and Hyunjin rolls his eyes.

“Th-That’s not what I meant… We’re just going to go from being close friends to suddenly… her boyfriends, and that seems like we’re not acknowledging the way our relationship has developed in private. I-I think we’re more serious about each other than… just dating… R-Right?”

“Again, dating is too casual now?”

You hit Chan lightly then turn your attention to Hyunjin and Felix.

“Why don’t we call each other whatever is most comfortable, and if the boys have questions we let them know that we’re taking it day-by-day. But yes, Hyune, we’re serious about this too.”

You make soft noise as Felix leans closer and guides you into a tender kiss. You accept easily, warming at how his hand slides around your waist and his bangs brush against your cheeks. He parts and grins at your blissed out smile.

“Sorry, lovely. I just felt the need to do that right now. Love you.”

“I love you too, Lix.”

Chan smiles, still looking tired, and lets you and Felix pepper chaste kisses to his cheeks.

“You need to rest, Channie?” You ask.

“Yeah, I do,” Chan looks at Hyunjin and gestures for him to hug him again, “Come here, baby.”

Hyunjin falls into his arms with a little sigh and lets Chan comfort him. Felix uses the moment to settle in a sitting position at the other end of the couch, and pats his stomach patiently. Chan takes Hyunjin with him as he falls between Felix’s legs, heads resting on his chest as the two continue sharing little pecks. You smile, throw a blanket over the three of them, then grab your own before curling up on top of your boyfriends’ legs. Chan and Hyunjin both reach down, Chan takes your hand and Hyunjin plays with your hair as you look up to admire them. Felix has one arm around Hyunjin’s shoulders and the other folded behind his head as he watches the two on top of him.

“Ugh, I just realized something,” You whisper.

“Mhm,” Is Chan’s half-conscious reply.

“What, babe,” Hyunjin inquires with Chan’s mouth smushed lazily against his lips.

“I’m going to have to share my sugar daddy.”

They all laugh and Felix answers:

“I like how you decided we would all be mooching off Chan, as opposed to you gaining two more sugar daddies.”

“Ooh wait, I like that better.”

Felix laughs, shaking Chan and Hyunjin with the force of it. Both are exhausted now, and as they succumb to sleep their kisses dissolve into slow brushes of their lips instead of actions with any force behind them. You smile at the way their noses brush, how one will slip back into consciousness enough to kiss the other and receive a delayed peck to reciprocate the action. You look up to meet Felix’s eyes as he mirrors your fond smile. He whispers, but Hyunjin still stirs slightly at the rumble of his voice.

“They fit so well together.”

You hum in agreement.

“Chan thinks the same thing about me and you.”

Felix chuckles.

“Must be true, then.”

Your smile widens as you regard your boyfriends’ one last time. Chan’s cheek is smushed into Felix’s chest, Hyunjin’s breathing has finally slowed, and Felix’s eyes flutter shut as he lets his head fall to the side. You close your eyes and nestle in to fall asleep with them.

The sudden sound of excited voices pulls you awake before the front door even opens. When someone, presumably Minho, manages to win the fight with his keys and push the door open the volume increases exponentially. You groggily sit up and look over the back of the couch, down the hall where you cannot see the others but their voices swim in and out of your hazy senses. You look down; Chan and Hyunjin are in the same position as earlier, asleep and sharing air with little space between their lips. Felix is rubbing the sleep from his eyes and stretching out his arm, no doubt cramped from being tucked under his head.

“You guys here?” Changbin calls out.

“We’re in here, Binnie,” You manage, voice straining from underuse, “We were sleeping.”

You can hear Jeongin and Jisung cackling down the hall, their voices the loudest among the others. You cannot make out what they are saying as they wander somewhere else in the house. Changbin enters the room, still wearing his black puffer jacket. He comes around the couch on Felix’s side and ruffles his hair.

“Cold, Bin?” Felix purrs, his voice deeper with sleep.

“Not really. You look cozy.”

You watch Changbin’s expression as he seems to register the scene before him. You yawn and sit up properly, and notice how Chan’s hands are barely clutching the front of Hyunjin’s pajama shirt. In return, Hyunjin has his arm draped around Chan’s body. Maybe you imagine it, but Changbin’s gaze seems to linger on the proximity of their parted lips before he wanders over to you. He pets your hair, no doubt tousled from sleep and your earlier escapades, and tilts your head up gently to face him.

“Tired, honey?”

You smile.

“A little. Did you guys have fun?”

Changbin nods and drops his hand.

“We walked down the shore, then we went into town and looked around until we found somewhere to hang out. There was a nice restaurant, so we went there and I.N and Han had a couple drinks. Then we walked around some more before we got back here.”

You giggle.

“No wonder they’re being so loud…”

“I can quiet them down for you.”

“No, it’s okay. We’ll wake Chan and Hyune up soon and go to bed.”

“Alright, you just let me know if you need anything, babe. I’m going to my room.”

He passes by Felix again and offers a gentle caress to his cheek.

“Goodnight, Yongbokkie.”

“G’night, Bin,” Felix yawns between farewells, “Sleep tight.”

You offer Changbin a small wave and watch him leave. Your attention piques as Seungmin shuffles in, still dressed in his slacks and a too-big flannel. He looks over the back of the couch with a blank expression.

“Did you have a good night, Min?” Felix asks.

“Mhm.”

He comes around the couch on your side and hesitates at the end. You tuck your legs up, careful not to disturb Chan or Hyunjin, and pat the space next to you.

“You can sit here, Min,” You offer softly.

He drops into the bit of space next to you and leans his head on your shoulder. You throw your blanket over the two of you and tidy his bangs where they have fallen in his eyes.

“Are you okay?”

“Tired…”

“I’m sorry you guys stayed out so long,” You sympathize, “You can sleep here for a while.”

Seungmin nods and nuzzles closer. You look at Felix, who smiles and lets his eyes fall shut. You turn your attention to the television, still playing whatever Hyunjin chose earlier to occupy the silence. Seungmin’s hand finds yours under the blanket and you lace your fingers together. You spend a few minutes watching the show, before your eyelids droop shut. Your head falls against Seungmin’s and he grunts softly, but does not move.

Your peace is interrupted shortly after when you hear poorly concealed giggling, and look over to see Jeongin and Jisung leaning on the back of the couch.

“Hey, you two,” You whisper, peering suspiciously at their troublesome grins, “What is it?”

They share a look and giggle some more before Jeongin answers, “We know what you did.”

You smirk and reply, “What?”

Jeongin laughs then stage whispers, “You had seeeex.”

They both erupt into laughter, startling both Seungmin and Hyunjin to alertness. Seungmin sighs and nuzzles his face into your shoulder as Hyunjin blearily sits up. Felix snickers and soothes Hyunjin gently as he collapses back on top of him with a groan. Chan is surprisingly dead to the world despite the increasing disturbance caused by Jisung and Jeongin.

“Is that all,” You mutter, unimpressed, “That’s what’s so funny.”

Felix chuckles as Jisung leans over the couch and taps Hyunjin’s arm.

“Hey Jinnie, hey Jinnie.”

“What?”

“Look look,” Hyunjin obliges and glares as Jisung insists, “Look.”

“I’m looking.”

Jisung makes a ‘v’ with his fingers and licks his tongue between them, making Jeongin howl at the gesture. Felix groans and Hyunjin slaps Jisung’s arm.

“Stop that, you freak!”

“Yeah? Am I right, though?”

Jisung looks at you and you cock your eyebrow up.

“You’re not wrong.”

Hyunjin covers his face and Felix laughs suddenly, as the boys become frenzied at your admission. Minho enters the room in his pajamas and frowns at Jisung and Jeongin’s shenanigans.

“Ji, are you coming to bed or not?”

“For the love of God,” Seungmin groans, “Please take him. He’s disturbing the peace.”

“Your face disturbs the peace,” Jisung shoots back.

“Wow. How will I ever recover from that one?”

You giggle then jump as Jeongin stumbles over and slaps his hands down on the couch behind you. You tilt your head back to face him, allowing Seungmin to hide his face better in the crook of your neck.

“Enjoying the cuddle pile, puppy?” The youngest teases.

Seungmin scoffs.

“Mind your business.”

“You know,” Jisung teases, “Maybe if you ask nicely, one of them will suck-”

Minho cuffs the back of Jisung’s head before he can finish the sentence, which makes him fall to the floor with a shout. Chan finally awakens and takes in the scene before him: Hyunjin hiding his face in Felix’s chest, you and Seungmin cuddling at his feet, Minho lifting an indignant Jisung off the floor, and Jeongin grinning over it all. Minho successfully hauls his boyfriend to his feet then begins herding him out of the room, patting his bottom along the way.

“Miiiin, that huuurt!”

“You know what else hurts? The consequences of your actions. Stop running your mouth before you regret it.”

Jisung continues to complain as they leave down the hall. Jeongin leans over Seungmin’s shoulder and smirks as he refuses to leave your neck.

“Fuck off.”

“I’m not doing anything,” Jeongin whines.

You reach up and gently shove him away.

“Leave Min alone. Go to bed, drunkard.”

“I don’t want to…”

“Too late,” Chan grumbles, half-asleep, “Leader’s orders. Go to bed.”

Jeongin pouts and makes a point of poking your forehead before leaving.

“Hey! Brat!”

“And drink some water!” Chan yells after him.

“Alright, dad!”

You giggle as Chan eases himself up and scratches his neck. He pats beside him aimlessly and ends up touching Hyunjin’s hip. Hyunjin looks up at his touch, face still flushed with embarrassment. Felix yawns and begins sitting up.

“I think we should go to bed, yeah?”

You pat Seungmin’s chest gently, fingers still curled together under the blanket.

“You sure you’re okay, Minnie?”

He nods.

“Don’t feel great.”

“Were you drinking?” Hyunjin asks.

He shakes his head. Chan rises and brushes Seungmin’s bangs back to press the back of his hand to his forehead. Seungmin flinches then relaxes as Chan ruffles his hair.

“You’re a little warm. Come here.”

You and Seungmin pull apart as Chan leads his arms around his shoulders. He slips the younger member into his arms bridal-style and carries his limp body off to his room. 

“Poor, Min,” You murmur.

“I think he’s just tired,” Hyunjin assures.

Felix nods in agreement then says, “I’ll check on him later. He’ll be okay.”

“We should go to bed, love,” Hyunjin suggests as he stands.

You nod then pause to contemplate. Felix leans forward to lightly pinch your cheek, and smirks at your startled expression.

“What are you thinking about, babe?”

“Well- is our bed bigger, or is yours?”

Felix’s smile intensifies and he closes the distance to give you an eager kiss.

“Mhm!”

“S’cute,” He murmurs as he moves into your lap, “My cute baby. Can’t get enough of you.”

You squeal in delight as you and Felix fall down together on the couch.

“You two,” Hyunjin exasperates, “Someone’s going to see you.”

Felix turns his head to look at your, plural, boyfriend.

“Isn’t that the point? So they know she’s mine?”

“Oh,” Chan remarks as he returns to the room, “She’s yours now, is she?”

Felix blushes and smirks down at you.

“Yeah. Right now she is.”

You hum and bump your nose against his shyly.

“I’ll be yours, Lixie. Anytime.”

“How about all night?”

You blush and giggle in response, mind going to putty at his flirtatious gaze.

“I want to sleep tonight,” Hyunjin huffs.

“And I don’t think you can keep it up all night, frankly,” Chan jabs.

“Don’t call me ‘frankly’, my name is Felix.”

The ridiculous joke shocks a laugh out of you and you quickly become breathless as Hyunjin groans and stomps away.

“I’m done.”

“Babe, please! Come back!” Felix pleads.

Chan stands, still and silent as he watches Felix with an intensely disappointed glare. You are still laughing when Hyunjin stomps back.

“You’re lucky you’re cute.”

Felix winks then helps you sit up.

“It wasn’t that funny,” Chan chastises.

“It wasn’t funny at all,” You reply breathlessly, “That’s what makes it hilarious.”

Felix purses his lips.

“It was a little funny…”

Chan leans over the couch and pecks Felix’s cheek.

“Come on. Let’s head to bed, Frankly.”

“Don’t you start,” Hyunjin sighs.

The two stand together, waiting for you and Felix to untangle from each other and stand up from the couch. You all walk to yours and Chan’s bedroom, sharing light touches and warm smiles along the way. When you enter the room, Hyunjin dives onto the bed and yelps when Chan falls on top of him. You laugh and follow Felix as he takes a seat on the bed and leads you to sit in his lap. You gasp as he rolls over, pinning you between him and Hyunjin as he nuzzles his face into your chest.

“Felix…”

He chuckles and looks up with dazzling eyes.

“Yes, lovely?”

“I love you.”

“Oh, I love you too, baby.”

Hyunjin turns to tuck his face into your shoulder and pull your arm over his hip. You laugh and give his bottom a loving pat as Chan squeezes himself into the space under your arm and uses your shoulder to rest his head.

“I love both of you too,” You whisper.

“M’love you too, beautiful,” Chan replies, his face squishing with force as rubs it into his own sweater.

Hyunjin throws an arm over Chan’s shoulders and Felix links their fingers together where they rest between your bodies.

“We love you too,” Hyunjin says, “Both of you. So much.”

Felix hums and sleepily pulls the blanket over all of you, before you drift off to sleep.

[2chopsticks2eyes]

Don't mind tho, just watched that skz code when they have to solve puzzles in a haunted school, and during hyunjin's turn to go alone, both han and minho go there to scare him . and i've been recently on my dark hours..

so my mind came up with a scenario where MC is in a haunted house with her friends, she's not a scary cat...unless she's alone there. that's when she's the most vulnerable.and minsung have the wonderful idea to put on some masks and play a game of cat-and-mouse with her inside the house, purposedly getting her lost and far from the group. they corner her in empty rooms, sneak behind her, come out of dark corners, but their favourite is definitely making her run while they chase her and she can't see them

the chase, her fear, the adrenaline of it, they enjoy it more than they should, making them consider if they perhaps have a predator kink they didn't know about.

i leave the rest up to you, my friend~

Oh Baby, How You Haunt Me So...

They feel alive when they see her cowered in the corner of the empty room, the sound effects of the haunted house drowning out the noise in the background.

Once they are satisfied that they have her trapped, they remove their masks to show off their predatory glares, eyes drinking in her body in pure carnal hunger.

You are surprised it's them, but you can't shake the feeling of self-preservation with those expressions they directed at you. "M-Minho? Jisung? Wha--"

"No." Minho cut you off. They both slowly narrowed in on you and you suddenly felt extremely small.

"Look how scared she is, poor baby." Jisung cooed condescendingly.

"What do you think we should do with her, jagi?" Minho said to his boyfriend, speaking as if you weren't even there.

Jisung grinned from ear to ear in a frightening display of pure threat. "What shouldn't we do with her?" He said with a voice an octave lower than usual and your core stirred.

"I-" You couldn't even get two words out before Jisung pulled you forward and was attacking your mouth viciously. You felt Minho circle around the back of you and immediately slipped his hand up your shirt and bra to roughly grope your breast while sloppily kissing and biting your neck.

You felt your panties quickly becoming useless as they soaked up your juices. You arched your back and wrapped your arms around Jisung before he began vehemently clawing your jeans off of you and throwing them in the corner. "Fuck, hyung, she's so fucking wet..." Jisung growled against your lips as he rubbed your clit over your soiled underwear.

You suddenly felt a hand between your legs from behind you and felt another finger rubbing your panties just over your entrance. You whined at the combined feeling and Minho twisted your nipple hard. "Be quiet or we will stuff your pretty throat." Minho hissed against your ear.

That was when they simultaneously slipped your panties to the side and ran their fingers through your folds, Jisung instantly going at your clit rapidly as Minho plunged two fingers in and began pumping in you. "Fuck yes!" You gasped and threw your head back at the delectable feeling.

You abruptly felt yourself being knocked to your knees as Jisung quickly pulled his rock-hard cock out of his pants and sat on the ground in front of you. You felt a hard body press against your backside and grab your jaw. "You were warned." Minho said as he turned your head to messily kiss you and then pushed you down to have Jisung gain purchase of your head.

"I have other uses for that mouth, darling." Jisung growled with a cocky grin. That was when you were being pulled down to wrap your lips around his fat cock.

When you started bobbing your head, you whined when you felt Minho rub the head of his throbbing dick through your folds before slamming himself against your cervix, causing you to gag on his cock.

While you were being pounded from behind and your head being forced to swallow dick, you had a thought.

This was NOT what I expected out of this haunted house but... you couldn't necessarily complain...

My bitches:

@lyramundana

@channieandhisgoonsquad

@sweetracha

@moonlightndaydreams

@noellllslut

[teacasket]

skz as contestants on the bachelorette

genre: unserious nonsense  au: non-idol au, reality tv au?, bachelorette au? warnings: swearing   word count: 1k   pairing: none but it could be f!reader x ot8 if reader is the bachelorette background info: the bachelorette is a reality tv show where a bunch of men compete to get engaged to the bachelorette. contestants are eliminated every week in a rose ceremony where the bachelorette will hand out roses to the men she wants to move forward with. there are group dates (a bunch of men and the bachelorette) and one-on-one dates (one guy with the bachelorette). the person on the one-on-one has a chance to receive a rose before the rose ceremony, and one contestant on a group date can receive an early rose. itm stands for “in the moment” and where the contestant being interviewed will go over their thoughts and the day in present tense. men tell all is a reunion episode where the men will discuss things that aired on the show with a little more depth and bring up grievances. bachelor in paradise, or paradise, is a spin-off show comprised of past contestants from the bachelor and the bachelorette. it’s another reality tv dating show, but this time it’s a free-for-all in regards to dating options.

bang chan - the bachelor edit

➵ if he doesn’t win, he’s going to be the next bachelor. the audience loves him and starts a petition in case the producers haven’t gotten the message already (they have) ➵ has an instant connection with the bachelorette, constantly reassures her during their conversations, is the first one the bachelorette says, “i’m starting to fall in love with you,” to ➵ tangentially related to the drama because he plays mediator (and loses like a year off his life because of it), unofficially the dad of the house because everyone keeps calling for him whenever shit goes down ➵ absolutely stuffs his face with shrimp at the cocktail party on the second night and has to lie down, almost misses the rose ceremony ➵ most memorable moment: disappointedchan.jpg

lee minho - sir, how are you still here??

➵ more reserved so he gets zero screen time but still manages to squeak by every rose ceremony before being eliminated before hometowns ➵ really didn’t think he was going to make it this far, and he didn’t pack that many suits with them, so he’s wearing borrowed suits in nearly every scene ➵ super close with jisung, they come in a pair and everyone refers to them as “minsung,” cutest friendship in the franchise ➵ is the mvp of the team on the football-themed group date, doesn’t know how it happened because he’s not usually this good at sports ➵ most memorable moment: talking about how much he misses his cats in his itm

seo changbin - here for the right reasons

➵ his sister nominated him to go on the show, and he’s super into the idea, actually willing to trust the process ➵ first one out of the limo, gives the bachelorette a construction paper heart because “you have my heart always” ➵ tries to stay out of the drama but really needs to his piece because they’re pissing him off and cutting into his time with the bachelorette ➵ accidentally breaks the ice cream parlor’s ice cream machine on his one-on-one date (production covered the repair costs, but he was so afraid he would have to fork out the money) ➵ most memorable moment: lip syncing and dancing to oops!... i did it again by britney spears during the swimsuit fashion show

hwang hyunjin - if hot, why villain?

➵ the source of all of the drama, overreacts when something doesn’t go his way (e.g. he didn’t get the one-on-one and complains about it all day) and brags when things do go his way (e.g. when he receives the group date rose, he reminds everyone that he got the rose and that they need to step it up) ➵ is the first person to tell the bachelorette that he’s falling in love with her, later reveals that he said it without thinking about it so he must be have real feelings about her ➵ falls into the pool after running from a bee ➵ cries when he gets eliminated and cries during the men tell all when he rewatches his elimination, audience actually feels bad for him ➵ most memorable moment: when seungmin asks him if he hates jisung, hyunjin says, “no, i don’t hate anyone.” cut to an itm where hyunjin explicitly says, “i hate jisung. fuck that guy.”

han jisung - snitches get stitches to go on paradise

➵ the other person involved in the drama, is not afraid to tell off hyunjin and almost ends up in a fist fight with him (the other contestants intervened before it could go too far) ➵ only lasts as long as he does because he tells the bachelorette everything that’s going on in the house, there's no romantic connection between them ➵ is on every single group date and is always hyped for the event, no matter what it is ➵ the producers mainly cast him so he could be on paradise, but he does try to campaign to be the bachelor for like a week before giving up ➵ most memorable moment: running into the ocean after getting the group date rose and immediately getting knocked over by the tide

lee felix - here to make friends

➵ the bachelorette is cool but the boys?? even cooler; getting eliminated is sad, not because he loves the bachelorette but because he’s going to miss hanging out with his new friends ➵ lowkey has no idea what’s going on with hyunjin and jisung, shit always goes down when he’s not in the room ➵ compliments the bachelorette’s eyes and when she replies that his own eyes are dreamy, he gets flustered ➵ eats during the food during the night portion of his one-on-one even though he’s not supposed to because he’s starving, cue the asmr ➵ most memorable moment: roundhouse kicking jeongin into a pile of plushies during a sleepover-themed group date

kim seungmin - here to make enemies

➵ planned to be villain of the season the minute he got cast, but hyunjin is doing too good of a job, so he settles for being a shit stirrer instead ➵ everyone tells him everything for some reason?? he comes off as a good listener when he’s really saving all of this knowledge for later ➵ serenades the bachelorette during his limo entrance, continues to sing throughout the season because he's trying to get instagram followers and then a record deal ➵ makes up the worst poem in the world during the shakespeare-themed date and wins the contest anyway because he sings his poem and adds unnecessary runs, everyone hates him for it ➵ most memorable moment: smiling and drinking champagne in the background while chan is visibly stressed by the drama

yang jeongin - clout is king

➵ is a well-known fashion influencer and aspiring model when he’s cast on the show, only here to increase his following and for future opportunities ➵ gets into a minor scuffle with some of the contestants on the first night because he jokes that everyone else dresses like garbage compared to him ➵ has a very playful relationship with the bachelorette, likes to egg her on to do stupid things (e.g. racing to see who can go down a hill the fastest on a bike [jeongin won]) ➵ tries to insert himself into the drama during the men tell all for more screen time, gets called out for it by seungmin of all people ➵ most memorable moment: hiding underneath a pile of pillows and blankets and scaring anyone who walks by

[seeeeking-skz]

Tell me why someone shamed me for not shipping minsung? I said I loved their friendship because I genuinely do, and they got mad at that and said "of course you're one of THOSE people"

I got so confused, and was like "what do you mean?"

They then said "people like you can't accept the fact that they are more than friends."...... crickets in the background.

Just like to clarify...! No! I don't ship them! Why? Because they're real people, and UNLESS they confirm it themselves I will NOT ship them.

I shouldn't have to feel bad for the fact I don't ship them when it's a part of my opinion 😐

[minsungchronology]

My Personal Opinions on Minsung's Dynamic (2022)

Disclaimer: I am not trying to pass off my opinions as facts. This is my personal interpretation of what is laid out right in front of us. I could be completely off base because I don’t know these guys personally, so take this with a grain of salt and feel free to disagree!

UHHH???

WHAT THE HELL IS IN THE AIR THIS YEAR??

I kept on saying that to myself as I kept collecting more and more clips to add to the video. They’re so sweet and gross and flirty, it’s adorable.

If you’ve watched the previous years, think for a second and compare their interactions from 2018-2021 to 2022. Whenever the two of them would be on screen at times I'd be like “Am I interrupting something??”.  At times you’d see them in the background and they’d be doing their own little thing. I can’t even describe it, but the way they look at and naturally gravitate towards each other is something else (there's an insane amount of this during the Maniac tour). They have so much fun with each other.

I think at this point, most of the self-consciousness has dwindled away. They are older, more experienced, and they are probably more than aware of what they can or can’t get away with on camera at this point.

I’ve also said before in my 2018 video that Lee Know was easy to read, but that kind of tapered off in subsequent years. However, I think “open-book” Lee Know makes a swift return this year. He has the worst poker face when it comes to Han lmfao. LK is as “cat” as a human can get, but he has such puppy/golden-retriever energy around Han.

There’s so many moments throughout this year where he’s like 😊 🥰. I can’t possibly talk about all of them. If I took a shot every time it happened, I wouldn’t be here to type this out. The man is so bad at hiding it. The SKZ Talker where Han sings with the flower in his hair and the way LK is caught staring at him as he sings along gets me in shambles.

Lee Know is also caught "slipping up". A moment that comes to mind is when he stuttered out “sexy” as Han was fighting the back pain demons on the concert floor. Yay intrusive thoughts.

Also, the SKZ talker episode with the MAMA awards. THE FACE LK makes for a split second when he finds out Han is rooming with Felix before he basically “interrogates” him about it during the “interview” they have.

Han is caught "slipping up" too. I've noticed he doesn't do it as much. He seems more careful and harder to read, while Lee "Your Body Moves First Before You Think" Know is more (carefree?) about things.

The “In Your eyes” POV video and the Studio Choom behind from Maxident era come to mind.

Then in one of their step-out videos (LK had the pink/light purple hair and they were announcing the world tour). Han places his hand on LK’s butt and starts doing…something to it (that’s between him and God). LK starts smiling for a bit before forcefully removing Han’s arm. Then Han literally bites his lip. IN A STEP OUT VIDEO??? They’re so shameless dskjhskdjfhk

Subtle moments like these are the most telling and eyebrow raising things in my opinion, cause you can’t really explain them away. And these are just a few of them. There’s a lot more this year, but I’d be writing this forever if I mentioned them all.

My personal opinion:

I think they became more than platonic this year, post-Oddinary era and pre-Maniac tour (the beginning of it at latest). If someone asked me to guess a specific time, it would probably be April to May-ish. There’s a noticeable shift in their behavior from then on if you watch everything sequentially.

As for their two-kids room. I have a lot of opinions on that.

They are soooo much more confident here than in their 2018 one.

Like…watch them back-to-back. They’ve come so far.

Imagine “Feelings” Lee Know from 2018 getting to see his 2022 self and 2022 Han interact.

This might be reaching, but I think the other members (and themselves) sometimes allude to these two having feelings that go beyond platonic without having to explicitly state it for obvious reasons. Like they are trying to skirt around that, but at the same time imply that “yes, these two are very special to each other”. The language and analogies they use throughout the 2KR episode really make me raise my eyebrows.

As I’ve learned more about Minsung’s dynamic/as well as making this video, I think these two have a lot of parallels to MeI B and Geri from the Spice GirIs. If you know, you know. I vaguely remember someone (who personally knew the group) implying almost the same type of thing about them years ago (something along the lines of them having a very "interesting"/special bond).

I’ve also found it interesting how they mention (multiple times!) although LK is the Hyung, Han is able to rein him back in. Whenever that happens, LK immediately just…becomes pliant?? Like???? What????

You can actually see some instances of that in previous years (the 2021 car Vlive where LK has the napkin on his face comes to mind. He immediately takes it off after Han tells him to), but it's more noticeable this year. (I.e: LK immediately wanting to let go of Changbin’s hand as soon as Han expresses his displeasure when before LK was perfectly okay doing it?? ????? Another actual eyebrow raising moment for me.) This is a guy who comes across as a more dominant type of personality so this really threw me off lmfaooo. This is one of the reasons why I find their dynamic so interesting, but I feel like it’s not talked about enough????

Plus, LK looking at Han like he grew two heads before Han has to specifically clarify that he sees him as an “older person” rather than an “older brother”. LK has absolutely no problem with other members (i.e: Felix) seeing him as an older brother figure (in fact he welcomes it), but God forbid Han does. Interesting. 😉

(accidental parallel to 2018 LK saying “where?” when 2018 Han says “you have one right here”)

And Seungmin saying “They’re both free spirited. They have to do what they want to do.” is kinda 💡 💡 💡. It kind of goes back to Han and LK in their 2019 2KR: them saying that they both don’t care about what others think. Thinking about that, their behavior this year doesn’t surprise me one bit and almost everything else in prior years leading up to it.

2023 is where things get more blatant. I feel like that’s the year where the two want to tell us that “Hey, you guys are right. There is something going on between us.” I feel like they are taking full advantage of the shipping culture that’s abundant in K pop and FS to a smaller degree to say as much as they can possibly say without compromising their careers. As someone who’s been into K pop since 2nd gen, I’ll explain why I think this in the 2023 video.

[leopard-twin]

Rowan sat down, taking a swig of his drink as attractive as he can while remaining eye contact. “Sean huh? You work for Santa Monica PD. Sounds sexy.” He smirks as he sets his drink back down on the bar, Honeysuckle and Orange scent becoming more prominent towards the hot Alpha. “I’m assuming you’re here for the Convention and I have a presentation due soon tomorrow and I’m real stressed about it. Would you like to… I don’t know. Relieve me of it, Alpha?” He purred the last part as his hand landed on the other’s thigh with hope.

Conventions Aren't ALWAYS Boring

Sean sat at the bar sipping his blue Faerie drink as he watched the other people from the law enforcement convention trickle into the hotel bar for drinks the first night in Vegas. He liked watching people and seeing how these conventions brought out the wild side of some of the more stiff cops from the surrounding states. This was supposed to me a meet and greet mixer. He had mingled a bit but nobody really caught his attention until the beautiful blonde sat at the end of the bar. He asked the Bartender to send him a drink and gave the other man a look and a nod, biting his tongue when he looked up to see who sent him the drink, inviting the other over with his eyes.