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Quiet Corners of the Galaxy, Ch. 30

Relevant tags/content warnings: Crosshair/Original Female Character, Slow Burn, Enemies to Lovers, Periodic Smut, Canon-Typical Violence, Alcohol Use, 18+/Explicit

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Chapter 30 summary: The purpose of the Empire's new drug is revealed as the Partisans and clones make plans. Crosshair gets to know Brith and Dara better.

Extra content warnings for this chapter: Reference to genocide; smoking of space marijuana; non-explicit reference to size kink

Omega wrinkled her nose, looking back and forth between Crosshair and Dara, unsure what had changed.

For the last several rotations, her grumpiest brother had had a marked improvement in disposition. When he had first returned to them months ago, after finally deserting the Empire, it had taken some time for him—for all of them, really—to adjust. He and Hunter had clashed more often than not, especially at first, and most days he was gloomy and miserable (even more so than he used to be, according to her other brothers). And although things had gotten steadily better, and Omega could tell that he was trying, Crosshair was still prone to a certain amount of brooding and bad moods.

But lately, his usual barbs had taken on a decidedly less vicious tone. He hadn’t picked a single fight—with Hunter or the regs—since they’d been back on base after Xagalus. And while he was still spending plenty of time away from them, now, when he turned back up, he was at least more likely to haunt the common areas, quietly keeping the rest of them company.

She’d even caught him smiling a little to himself while he prepared the caf the other morning. It was weird.

Then Crosshair had arrived back to the Marauder late last night with a pinched expression, slinking past the rest of them without a word and shucking his armor off with a barely restrained violence. In the morning he was even worse, bickering with Echo, making snide comments at Wrecker, glaring murderously at Howzer when the reg came by to let them know the Partisans were arriving. The source of his upset became clear only once they’d met up with the others and Omega caught him staring glumly at Dara any time he thought that no one was looking.

Of course, Crosshair had no idea that, whenever he looked away for long enough, Dara was glancing back.

It was hard for Omega to read Dara as well as her brother, but it was obvious that something had happened between them, and whatever it was, neither was happy. Omega wanted Crosshair to be happy. She wondered if it would fall to her to do something to help fix this.

But still, Hunter—and Echo, and Tech—had recently been making it a point to impress upon her important lessons such as respecting people’s privacy and understanding appropriate boundaries and Omega, I do not think it would be wise to search for Crosshair right now, as he is undoubtedly currently setting a bad example by engaging in intercourse in a semi-public location, also, do not mention this to either Crosshair or Dara as adults do not generally appreciate such comments about their intimate matters, now please hand me that spanner thank you.

Even now, as the crowd settled in around them, Hunter caught Omega watching Crosshair and Dara. He gave her a significant look, one that she easily deciphered as, you had better keep your nose out of this, kid. She smiled back at him innocently and pretended not to know what he meant. Shaking his head with amusement, Hunter reached over with one large palm and ruffled her hair before bodily redirecting her gaze toward where Tech was about to begin the briefing.

Standing at the front of the crowd by the holotable display, Tech held up a familiar vial, the blue chemical gleaming in the sunlight that shone in from the edges of the covered platform.

“Samples of this unknown compound were located by our team in two separate locations: the first, on the planet Caameris in a vault hidden in the personal laboratory of Fait Prium, founder of Kumalon Pharmaceuticals; the second, on the planet Xagalus, in an abandoned Imperial facility where clones were being held as test subjects,” Tech began. “The bodies of the clones that we were tracking were later found on the facility’s grounds.”

While Tech adjusted his goggles, Echo rotated his scomp in the holotable, pulling up an image of a chemical formula, then the squat, blue plant they had found on the same mission.

Tech continued, “Through comparative analysis, we have been able to determine that the compound was derived from a plant found exclusively on Xagalus. The Empire appeared to be experimenting with cultivating the plant themselves. Since wild samples of the plant were nearly eradicated and the facility was abandoned, we may presume that they were successful.”

Saw straightened up from where he was leaning against a nearby crate and reached his hand out for the vial. He held it up against the light, observing the way the chemical cast a faint blue shadow against his palm.

“Have you figured out what it is?” he asked gruffly, returning the sample.

Tech pocketed it and adjusted his goggles again. “It is a neurotoxin. You may be familiar with a similar chemical, Titroxinate, a biological weapon used by the Separatists during the war. This compound is even more potent. The administration of a small dose will result in severe nerve pain and hallucinations for a number of hours. Over time, repeated exposure causes a build-up in toxicity, eventually leading to organ failure and death.”

Echo extracted his scomp and crossed his arms, looking over the crowd with a scowl as he translated from Tech speak. “The Empire is synthesizing new torture drugs—and testing them on clones.”

Omega gasped as the crowd broke out into furious murmurs, and Hunter squeezed her shoulder reassuringly. He glanced meaningfully from his Batch to Rex and Saw, jaw set. “So…what are our next steps?”

Echo returned his gaze with a small, reassured smile and determined nod, glad he could count on his brothers for the mission to come. “With the Partisans’ support, we can try to disrupt production of the drug. Its development has been secretive, and we know that Prium keeps things closely guarded, but Kumalon’s main laboratory could contain info on the manufacturing process. That could tell us how to keep the compound from being mass produced.”

��What do you say, Saw?” Rex inquired, raising an eyebrow at the Partisan leader.

Gerrera smirked, his blue-green eyes glittering dangerously. “Let’s stick it to the Empire.”

Crosshair examined Dara carefully as the meeting began to break up. She had seemed mostly fine all throughout the briefing and subsequent debate on the logistics of infiltrating the lab, weighing in with her expertise on what intel would need to be gathered before they could hammer out the details of a plan. The list of tasks under her team’s purview was taken with characteristic confidence and determination, and already she was huddled with several Partisans, meting out responsibilities to each one. Still, he could read a strain in the set of her shoulders that hadn’t let up all morning, and he wondered how well she was really taking all this, beneath the hard shell of her outward resolve.

He shook himself away from observing her as Omega bounded up to him, trailed awkwardly (and unsurprisingly) by Dara’s teenage spy.

“Crosshair!” his sister demanded excitedly. “Can Brith come train with us today?”

The sniper scowled and plucked a toothpick from his belt, tucking it between his teeth as he looked the boy over. “Does he have a weapon?”

Brith only glared back at him and didn’t answer. Omega rolled her eyes.

“He can borrow my crossbow, I’ll use my old one. Please?!”

Crosshair sighed. “Fine. If Dara says it’s alright.” He didn’t see why she wouldn’t, but the Batch had learned the hard way on Pabu that, strangely, children’s guardians often didn’t want them shooting things without their permission, and the last thing he wanted was to give Dara yet another reason to detest him.

Brith hesitated a moment, glancing across the crowd at Dara, then back to Omega. “Not sure she’d be happy with that,” he said quietly. “Saw wants me to train but last time Dara said I’m still too young. Which I’m not,” he added defiantly.

“Just wait here!” Omega exclaimed, and before Crosshair or Brith could say otherwise she was bouncing away. Dara hesitated a minute as she listened to Omega chatter at her, but finally looked over at Crosshair and gave him a nod. His chest squeezed as she locked eyes with him and he just barely managed to nod back. Behind her, Omega grinned mischievously and gave him a thumbs up, the meddlesome little traitor.

“Come on, then,” Crosshair rasped at Brith, turning on his heel.

“So,” Omega began brightly as she caught up and they set off in the direction of the range, “how did you become a field agent?”

Brith squinted at her, hesitating for a moment just like he had earlier, as though debating whether it was okay for him to answer. Finally, he shrugged.

“Met Dara on a mission,” he muttered.

Crosshair smirked to himself a little. The kid had reticence down to a science, answering the question with as few words as possible. Crosshair would know, after all. Still, Omega had managed to break him down over time, and he doubted Brith would fare any better than he had.

Sure enough, she smiled even wider, undeterred. “How did you meet her?”

Brith’s reply was even quieter, tinged through with a defiant obstinance. “Tried to pick her pocket,” he grumbled, glancing sideways at the clones with narrow eyes as if daring them to judge him.

Crosshair snorted. “What, you couldn’t find a harder mark?”

He expected Brith to glare at the sarcastic comment, but was surprised when the boy just huffed a quiet laugh instead. “Yeah, nothing gets past her.”

Omega looked slyly at her brother out of the corner of her eye, but mercifully chose not to comment when Crosshair made a small hum of agreement. Instead, she pressed further. “What did she do?”

Brith’s eyes were still narrowed, but an amused grin undermined the expression. “Said she could tell I was living on the street and if I needed money I could do a job for her.”

“What kind of job?” Omega pushed.

“Asked me to follow some Imps around for an afternoon.”

Omega grinned. “Cool! Was it dangerous?”

Brith snorted, rolling his eyes. “Was easy—no one pays attention to street kids. Followed different people around for weeks and none of them even noticed.” Glancing back at an enraptured Omega, the boy rubbed the back of his neck self-consciously. “Anyway. Dara brought me back to base after the mission was done, and that was that I guess.”

Omega smiled knowingly, her eyes softening. “Dara’s your family.” It was less a question than a confirmation, something the empathetic young girl could read in the boy’s tone, and Crosshair was struck yet again by the realization that, somehow, Dara had never mentioned him. Not a hint, even after she’d found out about Omega, that she, too, had someone to care for. Someone she needed to make it back to.

Brith shrugged again, but he glanced back wistfully in the direction of the Partisans. “Could say that. Don’t always get to see her a lot.”

They finally arrived and climbed the ladder to the roof overlooking the shooting range. Omega unpacked her two weapons—the Zygerrian energy bow she used to favor and the crossbow that Echo had recently gotten her—and began the process of examining the components and taking them apart, just as Crosshair demanded she practice doing at the beginning of each training session. The sniper glanced from her to Brith, who was squinting eagerly at the weapons as the girl undertook the familiar motions.

“Omega,” Crosshair instructed. “Tell me their specs and explain what you’re doing.”

Brow furrowed in confusion—it had been months since her brother had been satisfied enough with her ability to narrate the steps as she serviced her weapon that he stopped demanding it—Omega glanced up, smiling in understanding when she caught on to Brith’s rapt attention. “Sure!”

The boy absorbed every word, imitating Omega’s demonstrations a little clumsily when she handed him the crossbow and encouraged him to try for himself. Finally, both weapons were reassembled and confirmed to be in working order.

“Alright,” Crosshair drawled. “Both of you. Closest targets, show me your stance.”

Omega drew her bow in a picture-perfect demonstration of form. Crosshair ignored the glow of pride in his chest as he turned his attention to Brith, instructing him in adjustments until he was satisfied.

“Good. Now shoot,” he ordered.

They both let off a blast, Omega’s hitting true immediately, Brith’s going wildly off-target.

“Good job, Omega. Ten more times, then move to the next target. Brith, try again. Pause your breathing during the exhale, and squeeze the trigger gently during that pause.”

Crosshair watched as Brith tried. And tried again. And tried again, his frustration evidently increasing each time. The sniper examined his form and could tell by the subtle movements of his chest and flexing of his finger that he was doing everything right, following his instructions to the letter, but the boy couldn’t manage even to hit the edge of the closest target. Finally, Crosshair took a step back and looked into Brith’s face, where he was squinting viciously downrange, blinking in the sunlight.

“Hmm.”

Brith gave up and let his form relax, scowling at him. Crosshair ignored him, picking up his helmet from where he had set it on the ground nearby. He pulled it over his head, dimming the light input on the HUD until he could just barely make out the rings on the targets. Then he tugged it off again and held it out to the boy.

“Put this on.”

He rolled his milky-white eyes and grimaced. “What’s the point?”

“Just do it and shoot.”

Brith shrugged and did as told, the helmet comically large on his still-growing shoulders. Omega paused in her own practice to watch as he held the crossbow up, aimed, and squeezed the trigger, finally hitting right-of-center.

Crosshair allowed himself a smug smirk as Omega cheered.

“Good,” he drawled. “Now that you can focus, fix your form and breathing, and do it again.”

Through the remainder of the afternoon, Brith finally showed improvement, progressing to further and further targets and increasing his accuracy as Crosshair drilled the essentials into him and ran both kids through their paces. Finally, as the day’s light began to fade, Crosshair reached into his pack and pulled out a large disc.

“Last challenge, kid,” he announced. “A moving target. We’ll run more drills with these tomorrow, but for now, see what you can do.”

Omega gestured to the teen to do the honors and he took his stance, radiating excitement and determination. Crosshair felt the corners of his mouth twitch for a moment before he wound up and flung the disc downrange and high into the air. Brith breathed in, tracked its movement with his weapon, exhaled, pulled the trigger—and the disc cracked apart into fragments as the bolt connected.

Omega applauded, the boy exclaiming, “Did you see that?!” as he pumped his fist in the air, and Crosshair let the smile steal fully across his face as he looked down at the two of them, seeing, in their celebration, himself and his brothers as cadets on Kamino.

It only lasted a moment before Brith stiffened suddenly, and Crosshair tensed on instinct as well, wondering what he could have detected, until he caught a glimpse of familiar silver hair from the corner of his eye. The boy tugged Crosshair’s helmet off and handed it to him, turning around to grin sheepishly at Dara where she had appeared at the edge of their secluded practice range.

“Not bad,” she appraised. Her tone was even, but Crosshair could read a familiar tension in the corners of her eyes. Judging by the way Brith was shifting uneasily from foot to foot, her mood didn’t go unnoticed by her teenage protégé either.

“He’s a natural!” Omega declared proudly. Brith’s cheeks darkened a little and he beamed, causing Dara’s expression to soften in turn.

“Of course he is,” she murmured, smiling. “You about done here?”

Brith hesitated, looking to Crosshair.

The sniper huffed and crossed his arms, rotating his toothpick in his mouth. “Last lesson for the day. Unless you want your weapon to jam up in the middle of a firefight, you clean it every time you use it.”

Omega rolled her eyes at him, but grinned and began giving Brith tips after Crosshair tossed them both rags. He eyed them critically as they went about the task, but when Brith finally handed over the crossbow, shining like new, Crosshair gave him a curt nod of approval.

“Nice work today,” he murmured softly. He jerked his chin in Dara’s direction, though he avoided looking right at her. “Go ahead. Get out of here.”

Crosshair could just barely hear their quiet conversation as the pair moved off toward the main part of base.

“Are you mad?” Brith asked hesitantly.

“No.” More than anything, she sounded weary.

“You seem kind of mad,” the boy insisted.

She sighed. “I’m always mad. But never at you, kid.”

“You sure?”

Crosshair could almost hear the tired smile in her words. “Promise. It’s just time for your field report. And then you’ve got to wash up before late meal, because you smell like you live on the street.”

“I do live on the street.”

“Not right now, you don’t,” she scolded, voice finally fading away.

Omega’s eyes glimmered with mischief when she caught Crosshair smirking to himself. He quickly schooled his expression into his usual scowl.

“Stow it,” he warned his sister. She only grinned wider.

It was late. The base had finally quieted down, the Partisans having all retreated to their newly assigned quarters and the clones likewise preparing for bed, other than the few working their guard shift.

Crosshair was restless, too agitated to even think about trying to settle into his rack. When he left the Marauder, Tech, still up tinkering with a mechanical something-or-other, gave him a knowing look. Crosshair ignored him.

He let his legs take him where they liked, and wasn’t surprised when his body managed to find her without him even consciously wanting it to.

Dara was alone on one of the bridges spanning two of the smaller platforms, perched on top of the railing, looking out over the water. She drew a hand up to her lips, and a faint, burning glow expanded in time with her inhale. Her head tilted back, eyes closed, and she blew out a long trail of smoke as he approached. He tried not to watch her too carefully, though of course his eyes were drawn to the long curve of her neck, the quiet sigh of her mouth.

“Hiding out from your friends already, burk’yc?” Crosshair murmured as he approached.

She twisted her lips sardonically and hummed. If she was surprised to see him, she didn’t let on.

“Apparently not that well.”

Crosshair sniffed the air. “Is that marcan herb?”

Dara shrugged, glancing down at the cigarra and flicking ash off the end. She held it out to him in offering. “Ryndi—our medic—sent it along with Yaru. She thinks I need to relax more. She’s worried about my blood pressure.”

He declined it with a wave, pulling a toothpick from his pouch instead. “If the base is attacked, then at least one of us should be able to fight back,” he drawled in explanation.

She snorted. “Yeah, well. It’s been a long day, and I lost my only other form of stress relief, so…” She trailed off, taking another long drag and staring off into the night.

“And whose fault is that?” he scoffed. He hadn’t meant it to come out so bitter, but the wound of her rejection was too fresh, and to hear it referred to so casually was like a twist of the knife. That’s all it was to her, he reminded himself. She would have picked anybody else—and even tried to. She didn’t ache for him, the way he did for her.

“It’s nobody’s fault, Crosshair,” Dara sighed, and he would be more thrilled with hearing his name spill from her lips if it sounded one hundred percent less disappointed in him. “It’s just the way it has to be.”

��Hmm,” he huffed, but stopped himself from saying more. He wasn’t here to fight with her or try to make her change her mind. Careful to remain at a respectful distance—as much to keep from torturing himself as to make her feel comfortable—he leaned back against the railing next to her. “…So, the kid…”

Dara’s eyes flashed with suspicion, and the tone of her reply was sharp. “What about him?”

Crosshair frowned, unsure why she was so sensitive about the subject. “You never mentioned him,” he responded, trying to keep any hint of accusation out of his voice.

She examined him closely, like she was looking for something, and he did his best not to fidget. He felt strangely like a cadet at inspection again under her scrutiny, almost wanting to lash out to make her look away, but he suppressed the urge.

Finally, she opened her mouth to speak again, hesitating a little, as though she were choosing her words carefully. “He needs…protecting. Like Omega.”

Crosshair hummed thoughtfully. “What’s wrong with his eyes?”

“Nothing’s wrong,” Dara replied, too quickly, too insistently. The lie was absurd, and not nearly as well-told as the spy’s usual falsehoods. He wondered if it was the subject or just the marcan herb that had Dara so skittish.

Crosshair raised an eyebrow at her. “I can tell when someone’s dealing with light sensitivity,” he drawled, thinking over his offer. “I…could help, maybe. Tech and I came up with some tricks for me, when I was a cadet.”

Dara furrowed her brow, searching his face again before looking back over the edge of the bridge with hard eyes.

“You told Saw you trusted me,” he continued when it didn’t seem like she was planning to reply. “Or didn’t you mean it?”

She looked back up at him, met his amber eyes with her darker ones. “I meant it,” she said quietly.

He wanted to kiss her, to cup her cheek and run his fingers through her hair. He bit down hard on his toothpick instead.

Dara sighed and looked away again. “It’s technically true. There’s nothing wrong with his eyes. He’s half-Miralukan. Miralukans are born with nothing but empty sockets. Instead, they see through…the Force.” She glanced back up at him, voice going even quieter. “The Empire didn’t just go after trained Jedi. They wiped nearly all the Miralukans out. The whole kriffing planet.”

The toothpick in Crosshair’s mouth splintered in half. He replaced it, mulling it over, while he waited for Dara to continue. After another long drag of the cigarra, she did.

“Brith escaped. He’s not very strong in the Force, but he can see with it—objects in the dark or through smoke, but also feelings and auras and…”

She waved her hand around vaguely, trailing smoke behind it, the gesture meant to somehow encompass all those impenetrable mysteries that the regs used to just call Force osik. “Anyway. It’s still enough to put him at risk. Since he at least has eyes, he hasn’t had much trouble passing as full human. But his vision’s very sensitive. Distracts him from being able to use his other sight, sometimes.”

Dara scrubbed at her own eyes with the heels of her hands, voice suddenly a tinge hysterical. “And Saw wants him trained, keeps thinking if we found him a lightsaber he could turn him into a Jedi! Make him into some sort of a symbol! And the kid wants to fight, and…”

She looked up to the sky, stubbing the butt of her cigarra out on the railing, and breathed deeply, calming herself. Crosshair ached to touch her.

When she was more settled, she chuckled humorlessly. “I don’t know how much longer I’ll be able to keep him out of it. Believe it or not, spying is actually the safest option I have for him right now.” She closed her eyes against the night, voice quiet and a little broken, and shook her head. “My nephew would be his age.”

Crosshair nodded slowly, beginning to understand her hesitation, why she’d never mentioned Brith before. For all that she was an expert at keeping secrets—and for all that he still, selfishly, wished he could see every one of hers laid bare—she always had her reasons.

And it was clear that they weighed on her. How many people, even among her friends, had she been able to tell this worry to? Was there anyone? And why was she telling it to him?

“The way he shot with Omega’s bow earlier,” Crosshair began carefully. “It makes sense, that he can see that way.” He looked Dara over, the way she was still holding the tension in her shoulders, and thought that he would do anything to make it dissipate even just a fraction. “The kid could make a good sniper. I…could train him, if you want.”

Dara turned to look at him sharply, brow furrowed, and maybe it had been the wrong thing to say.

“Why?” she asked.

He shrugged, trying his hardest at nonchalance. “It would satisfy him, but he could stay at a distance from fights. And it would be safer than giving him a laser sword and putting him out front like your mascot,” he added, a little testily.

Dara’s expression didn’t change, still staring at him in—not anger, he realized, but bafflement.

“No—I mean, you’re right, but why would you offer to help? You just met him.” She huffed, rubbing her eyes again. “Hell, you don’t even like me.”

She didn’t know. No—she had to know. She was just maintaining the fiction, to keep things from being awkward, or because she was taking pity on him.

“He’s just a kid. Like Omega. And I…” Crosshair hesitated. “…tolerate you. We could be…friends. Right?”

She smiled at that, and he wanted to sigh, it was so lovely. Not quite the shining star she’d become earlier, when Brith had arrived, but a quiet glow, like a moon.

“Didn’t know you had any friends, besides your brothers,” she teased.

He allowed her a coy half-smile in reply. “Maybe I’m trying to branch out.”

Then she laughed, and it was sudden, unexpected, bright, and he made that happen.

“Doesn’t sound like you.” She considered him for a moment, the smile still playing along her lips, the tension bleeding away from her frame. “You can train him while we’re here. If he wants it.”

Crosshair nodded in acknowledgment, then raised an eyebrow, a mischievous smirk turning up the corners of his mouth. “So…Yaru.”

And Dara was laughing again. “Don’t get me started.”

“Really? Because if she goes after Wrecker, she might not make it out alive. One of his biceps is larger than her whole body.”

Another laugh, and maybe it was just the marcan herb kicking in, but Crosshair didn’t care as Dara managed to choke out, “She says—she says Theelin anatomy is more forgiving than human, but I swear, I think she just has a size thing!”

And he chuckled in reply and began to tell her about the frankly disturbing number of times Wrecker had managed to find a partner with a similar thing, and soon they were swapping stories, until finally Dara decided it was time to turn in and hopped down from her perch. But before she walked off, she turned back to him and smiled again, offering up a quiet, “Thank you,” to be swallowed by the night.

And Crosshair made his way back to the Marauder thinking that at least he could have this, and it might be enough—if he could manage not to ruin it.

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Closed Doors

❥ Yandere Choi Soobin x fem reader x Kim Hongjoong

➯a/n: SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH SPOOKY MONTH WRRRRAAAA 👻🎃 mwahaha i came back strong with this one 🫣

✃ "Watch close, don't even blink."

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(>ᴗ•) ♡'･ᴗ･'♡ genre: smut w (a little) plot, yandere

ಠ_ಠwarning/content: not edited, stalking, drinking culture, dom joong x sub soobin x switch reader, noona/hyung kink, tipsy sex, threesum, pet names, fingering, DIIIIRTY talk, cunnilingus, corruption kink, edging, squirting, handjob, m x m, deep throating, throat bulge, snow balling, unprotected (booooooo), one slap, light degradation

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MATURE UNDER CUT MDNI

Kim Hongjoong is everything Soobin wants to be. A strong leader. A respected producer. An ambassador. Someone to be looked up to and praised.

And you, Hongjoongs girlfriend of nearly three years, is all he wants. A loyal partner. An understanding person. A kind soul that clings to his.

He knows anything and everything there is to know about you and Hongjoong. He watches all of Hongjoongs content, he stalks you as you run errands. He knows the scent of perfume Hongjoong buys every other month and he has a caddy full of your favorite soaps. He knows how you only hold hands in the dark to avoid the paparazzi and he knows all of the sweet nicknames you call each other.

He knows how bad this could be for him should it ever get out that he's obsessed with his senior and his girlfriend. He knows first hand how badly it feels to be violated of your privacy. But he can't bring himself to stop. He can't help but bask in your existences. He needs to know more.

He needs to know the brand of condoms Hongjoong uses, if you take brith control. Does Hongjoong always take the lead like in those heated kisses he's caught glimpses of backstage, or do you like to have power in the bedroom? He needs to know if Hongjoong looks as beautiful covered in sweat in bed as he does on stage, he needs to know if your hair frames your face just as gracefully when your head is thrown back in pleasure.

Just being a bystander isn't enough for Soobin anymore.

He needs to know what goes on behind closed doors.

彡★

The house is eerily desolate, perched atop a hill in the middle of a field. Nothing but trees and flowers and mother nature on her lonesome to witness what goes on in the lot. It was gothic in its architecture, pale in its color palette.

Despite the houses deathly aura, life rages in inside of it. Shadows of people dancing by the windows, muffled music leaking from the walls, a shout or yell every so often from a drunken party goer.

You're clearly buzzed, Soobin can tell. You're stumbling around and gripping to the wall every so often as you move your body to the beat of the music. Hongjoong isn't around you, so he takes the opportunity to approach you. Though he gets nervous around you, his heart stops in his chest everytime his senior so much as addresses him directly.

"Binnie boy!" You cheer with a wide smile, discarding your red solo cup on the antique table behind you in favor of wrapping your arms around his slim torso. "I didn't think you made it!"

So you're an affectionate drunk. Lucky him-

His heart is beating wildly, he's never been more thankful for loud music. He can barely breathe, his arms tingling as he wraps them around your shoulders. God, you feel so warm. "H-hey, Noona. Are you enjoying yourself?"

"Oh, yeah! It's been forever since I went to a party," your hand lingers on his chest as you back away and grab your cup again, lighting his skin ablaze through the thin fabric of his costume.

After you take a swig, you offer it up to him. When he goes to shake his head, already blushing and feeling drunk on your proximity, you roll your eyes playfully and stand up on your tip toes, holding the lipstick-stained cup to his lip. "It's rude to refuse a drink," you tease, nearly cooing as he opens his lips and drinks immediately. "Good right? I think Gaeul made it."

He's not registering any of the words that are coming past your lips. His brain is going a million miles an hour as he feels the lipstick that's transferred to his lips. Sure, he has alot of the products you use but never from your own personal collection. Never from your own lips, even if it came off a secondary source. This is almost as good as when he found one of Hongjoongs sweaters at a thrift shop after watching him drop off a bag of donations.

"I found it!" Hongjoongs voice brings him back to his own body, and he's immediately frozen again as he feels the fur he knows he's wearing wrap around his shoulder. He has to be dreaming. Is he dreaming?

Hongjoong is right by his side, hip to hip with his arm stretched up and around his shoulders. "Is she teasin' you? She likes to tease when she's drunk," he chuckles, looking up and watching the younger mans face flush deeper as he stutters.

"I'm noooooot," you draw out dramatically, slipping your hand into his open fur coat and under his top. "I'm just being friendly- right, Binnie?"

He's nearly gasping for air as he watches the two of you. What in the world is going on?

"You found one?"

"Mhm," Hongjoong moves away from Soobin and drags you to the stair case, and he watches in confusion as you both stop on the second stair, your conversation hidden by the loud music and the shadows.

A few moments later, you're coming back to Soobin and grabbing his hand, "c'mon."

He can only follow the warm grip you have on his hand, blinded by how good it feels to have your skin touching his that he doesn't even notice as you lead him up the stairs to the bedrooms with Hongjoong hot on your tails.

"Wh-" The words die on his tongue as you let go of his hand and dive into the tall, elegant bed. "Non-" There they go again as he turns as sees Hongjoong latching the door locked.

You look like the angel you're dressed as as you lay down on your back, your head propped up by the pillows and your legs spread so invitingly.

"Isn't my Angel so gorgeous?" Hongjoong asks as he joins him at the foot of the bed, a smirk painting his face as he watches his ears flush pink. "Don't you just want to..." he trails off, watching in the corner of his vision as you pull the white dress above your hips teasingly slow, "fuck her dumb?"

"Hyung!"

Your giggles fill the room, and Hongjoongs follow, leaving Soobin stunned more than ever; a deer in the headlights. "Oh, c'mon Binnie," you moan as you slip your hand into your underwear, "we aren't blind."

"We see how you watch us," he finishes your thought, shrugging off his coat.

"Mhm," you nod in agreement, watching his bulge grow with his blush. "If you don't want to join us, close the door on your way out- ah!" Your laughter fills the room as Hongjoong jumps into the bed, kissing and licking at your neck.

His eyes flick between the two of you and the locked door. His mind is already made up but he doesn't want to seem too eager. He thought he was sneaky enough. How much do you both know?

"You're so wet just from teasing him," Hongjoong purrs as he slips his fingers into your bare heat, your skimpy panties discarded at the edge of the large bed.

He almost immediately starts pumping his fingers into your wetness, purposefully slapping his palm against your clit to create more lewd sounds. Soobins head is spinning. His eyesight is blurring, but at the same time he can see your face twisting in pleasure so clearly. He's crawling into the bed instinctively to get a closer look, his brain can't comprehend the amount of hormones that are flooding him. From your feet, he can see the wetness on Hongjoongs fingers as he pulls them out briefly before they dive back into you.

"Staying?" Hongjoong grins as he looks over his shoulder, slowing his fingers to give him a good showing of your wetness. He only nods in response, eyes never leaving your puffy clit and sopping hole.

"Ngh-" He moans as Hongjoongs free hand grips the back of his neck, forcing him face to face with your core. The sound of his fingers pressing against your walls paired with the scent of your arousal nearly makes him come undone the second the tip of his nose grazes your clit.

Your hand comes down and pets his head almost innocently, and he looks up your heaving torso to see you as you speak vulgarly, "have you ever eaten a pussy before, Binnie?"

He shakes his head, the tip of his nose still forced against your clit by Hongjoongs grip.

"She'll get you addicted," Hongjoong moans lowly at the thought of his own tongue on you, he can taste the memories, "she's fucking delicious."

He lays on his stomach between your legs, next to Hongjoong whos straddling your thigh. "H-how?" He forces his voice out, his hot breath fanning you.

"Show him how, Baby," you prop yourself up on your elbow and wiggle your hips, smirking at the two of them. "Show him how to eat pussy like a real man."

Hongjoongs slips his fingers out of you and sucks them clean as he positions himself next to Soobin, rubbing down his back sensually. "Watch close, even blink."

"Oka-" He's left speechless once again as his tongue darts out and laps up and down the length of your heat, pointing and circling your clit before diving into you and all over again. He listens to his Hyung, though he doesn't know if it's even intentional. He wouldn't blink if his eyes were dryer than the Sahara.

His skilled tongue skims and rubs and fucks all of the right places, not a single part of you left untouched as he moans into you. "Oh, fuck, Joongie," you squeal, thighs trembling briefly before they lift of the bed and press into them.

He pulls away and pushes the thigh that's pressing into him back down, nodding at Soobin to do the same. His slender fingers dig into your skin softly as he copies him, pressing your leg back into the soft sheets.

"No," you whine, "so close!"

"C'mon Princess don't be selfish, let our guest have a taste before you squirt all over us, hm?"

"Squirt- squirt? You squirt Noona?" He pants breathlessly. He doesn't know how he's going to survive.

You chuckle softly, head tossed back as you rub your wetness on his chin, getting oh so close to his lips. "Make me cum and you'll find out, Binnie. Go on, do what Joongie showed you."

He sticks his tongue out tentatively and flicks it across your clit. The high moan you let out. The taste of you. Hongjoongs burning gaze on him. It's so. Fucking. Good.

He copies all of Hongjoongs movements, it's not hard to. The image of his tongue working against your wet skin is burned into his memory and he will never let it go. He whines into your cunt, pressing his face closer as he savors your juices, his eyes fluttering shut as his hips grind against the bed on their own. His mind is gone from his body, his entire being washed in pure pleasure. He's so far gone that he doesn't register that your both turning on your sides, your legs sandwiching his face as you moan and groan.

He feels Hongjoongs hands unbuttoning his pants, and he lets him. No way in any universe is he doing anything that will stop this moment. His length is engulfed in his warm hand, and the vibration of his moan is enough to send you over the edge, flooding his face and neck in your release and clenching your legs around his head tightly. The curses that fall off your trembling lips go unheard by the eager young man, who could nearly be drowning in the amount of fluids that you're washing him in, in the pleasure that Hongjoongs hand is giving him.

"Fuck, Binnie! Fuck, fuck, fuck! Son of a bitch- holy shit!" Hongjoong laughs, finally pulling his wet face away from you. His eye flutter open, his pupils blown way out of proportion. He pants, bucking his hips into Hongjoongs stilled hand.

"Ngh, Hyung," he whimpers, melting as he resumes stroking his length, "you were right, she's so delicious!" He licks his swollen lips, sliding onto his back and watching his slender hand pump up and down, blissfully unaware as you slip out from behind him and remove your clothes. "Oh my god," his eyes roll back into his head, and just before the pressure inside of him can snap, the warmth of his hand is gone. "No, no! Hyung!" His cock twitches in the air, hips bucking wildly.

"Shhhh," he shushes him softly, holding his hips down to the bed, kissing his jaw lightly, "don't you want to let it out inside your Noona? There's nothing else like it, Binnie."

You join them once again, on the opposite side of Hongjoong, naked body curled up to Soobins side. "All warm and wet, nice and inviting."

A whiny moan chokes him, jaw dropped as he nips his ear lobe, your fingertip swirling around his nipple. "F-fuck, please."

"Not yet," you whisper, "you'll cum the second you feel my hot pussy. Calm down a bit."

Both of your warmth is gone, and he opens his eyes. They widen at the scene infront of him.

Your naked body, all out in the open as your face is in Hongjoongs lap, ass in the air. His thick, veiny member resting on your flushed cheek as you fondle his balls.

"Is it everything you dreamed of, Soobin?" He grins as you take his cock down your throat, years of practice having paid of. "Isn't my girl the fucking best? Look at that," he coos as he points Soobins gaze to your throat, an the outline of him pressing out of your skin, "see how she takes it? Mmm fuck. If your lucky, maybe one day she can take that long, pretty cock of yours."

You moan around him, peering over at Soobin. He slides closer immediately and leans into your neck, taking in a deep breath of the smell of sex that comes from you. "Fuck," he groans, cock aching for attention. But Hongjoong is right, he wants to save it for you. He wants to know what Hongjoong gets to feel everytime you fuck. "Everything and more." He kisses your neck, and the feeling of his lips through your throat makes Hongjoong feral.

He grips the back of your head, thrusting deep into your throat with a short and fast pace. The sound of your throat contracting around his cock fills the room, even over the muffled music. Your spit flies out of your stretched lips, soaking his smooth pelvis. "Do that again," he growls quietly, free hand pressing Soobins face into your neck.

And he does, he licks and sucks at your neck, like he's trying to suck Hongjoongs cock just as much as you are. "Mhmp!" Your arousal drips down your legs, your hole clenches around nothingness as you steady yourself on his thighs.

The amount of attention you've been receiving tonight already has you back on the edge, teetering as your boyfriend chokes you on his cock and his handsome junior sucks hickeys in your skin. Your head is fuzzy with oxygen deprivation and arousal.

You can feel his body tightening beneath you, and you get ready to swallow his release when he tugs your hair roughly. "Don't swallow, Angel," and with that, he pulls your mouth back to envelop just his tip and floods your mouth with his sweet seed, head tossed back and a bead of sweat dripping down his chin, chest heaving as he moans, "let him have a taste."

He tenderly helps you up, positioning your face above his and smirking as he opens his mouth wide. The mix of saliva and cum leaks into his awaiting mouth, and a string of moans from all of you builds your arousal to an all time high. He gulps it down greedily and watches you intently as you move to straddle his hips.

You lick your lips clean, taking a peek at Hongjoong. He gives you a nod and grips the base of Soobins cock, holding it upright as you sink down on it. "Oh- oh shit," he bites his lip, eyes flicking from your blissful face to your sopping hole as you slowly descend to Hongjoongs member twitching back to life.

"Don't you dare cum, ladies first," Hongjoong fixes Soobins hair back and rubs his thumb on his lips.

"Al-alright- fuck! Oh fuck!" He whines loudly as you begin riding him mercilessly, clenching his gut as his brain begs for the flood of dopamine that it knows will come with filling your cunt in the most primal way. "Fuck, please! Noona! Noona!" He screams, hips bucking wildly and making his cock reach depths inside of you that haven't been touched by another person since you met Hongjoong. He doesn't stretch you as good as he does, but God does the slight pain as he rearranges your guts feel heavenly.

"How does it feel?" Hongjoong inquired, slipping his hand around your hips and circling his finger tips around your swollen clit.

"So good!"

"S'good!"

Both of you chime together, bodies bouncing on the soft mattress. "Oh, Joongie! You were right," you draw out in a moan, "he's so- ah! So big!"

"Ride him, Princess, ride that big cock," he smirks at him over your shoulder before diving in and sucking darker hickeys over the ones Soobin left. It's definitely a show of dominance, telling him not to get too comfortable in his girlfriends cunt. But he does. Not. Care.

He'll find an in eventually, for now he's content to hold onto your hips as you ride him like a mad woman.

"Noona," he whines highly, rutting into you desperately, "please let me!"

"Let you?" You question dizzily, rocking your hips into Hongjoongs fingers as they continue their assault on your clit.

"L- ah! Fuck, I'm sorry, Noona, I can't help myself anymore!" He thrashes, locking his arms around you and flipping you around. He cages you underneath him and slams back into you, banging his hips onto yours and burying his face in your chest as he clings to you.

Hongjoong crawls up to your face, cradling it gently as Soobins rough thrust toss you around. "You gonna let him cum in your pussy? That's my pussy, you know that?" He slaps your cheek softly, a large grin on his face. "Dirty Angel, you're enjoying having this freak in your cunt," he kisses you deeply and moans, pulling back and gripping Soobins hair roughly.

"Listen to me," he sneers, "you can fuck us silly all you like, you little horn-dog. But this is my girl. And I'm her man. Got that?"

"Y-yes, Hyung!"

"Good," he pushes his head away and goes back to you, fondling your breasts as he licks your ear, whispering something that Soobin can't hear over the pounding of his hips on yours, especially not combined with the music growing louder in his overstimulated mind.

Your moans are growing louder and louder, more frequent as he plunges into you rapidly. "O-oh shit..." You screw your eyes shut and bite your lip, and from his place looking down on you, Soobin wishes he had photographic memory. It's everything he ever made it up to be and more, and more, and more...

A broken moan rips out of your throat as you clench on him like a vice, squirting with each of his thrust as he ravages you. And that's all he needs to let loose, an orgasm like no other washing over him and soaking your insides, shutting his brain off as it floods with unimaginable pleasure.

He collapses into you, clinging to you for dear life as his hips continue driving into you with a mid of their own.

"Feels fucking amazing, huh?" Hongjoong chuckles, rubbing your heads simultaneously as he pries Soobin off of you. He straddles him carefully and slips his hands under his top. "Hope you've got some more energy for me, pretty boy."

彡★

He stands as silent as a mouse and grabs his phone, eyes raking the two of you darkly as he searches for the perfect angle to capture you in your fullest beauty.

Hongjoongs arm is draped over your naked chest like he subconsciously knows to protect your modesty from what's about to come, his ring catching the dim moonlight as he cups the side of your breast.

He snaps a picture of your torsos and arms all mingled together, thankful that the lamp was left on so that he didn't have to risk the flash waking you. He knows you're a light sleeper.

With a lick of his lips, he zooms in on his always noticeable bulge. It strains against his boxers even as he's flaccid and snuggles against your hip innocently.

He doesn't know when it got to this point. He doesn't care, frankly. He just wants in, he wants in- he wants in now. He wants to sleep in that cozy nest of a bed that he knows you make up every morning after cuddling your boyfriend all night. Seonghwa once told him about it and how you had to strip the bed of all your pillows and blankets and plushies so that Hongjoongs vlogs didn't share something that you felt so intimate about, he hasn't got to see it yet but he wants it so badly. He wants to spoil you with plushies to add. He wants to fuck you until you squirt on it all freshly made just to mark it with your scent and drive in the fact that he makes you cum like a lover.

His soft panting fills the quiet air as he snaps a photo of the way your finger tips are pressed into the elastic band on Hongjoongs boxers.

He doesn't care that it's crazy. He just wants to be apart of you, and every little thing only adds to it.

He leans one knee on the edge of the bed and snaps a close up of your bruised hips, the forming colors, to remind him of how well it felt to hold them as they boucned.

He turns the focus to your face. You're the one he has the least photos of despite the fact that you're the one he's most obsessed in love with. You look so peaceful in your sleep, lips parted as you breath softly, a small smile twitching at the edges that he immediately snaps a photo of. You must be dreaming of him.

He. Doesn't. Care.

He snaps photo after photo after photo after photo after photo of you. His girl. The lines on your soft, exposed stomach. Your fluffy sock clad feet. Your slightly swollen lips with his thumb carefully placed between them. The way you suck on it subconsciously. Your hair, the baby hairs that fall from the sloppy way you put it up. Every single freckle and mole and embellishment on your skin. Your thighs. Oh good God your thighs, he could die a happy man between them. The way goosebumps raise on your skin as he trails his fingers tips all over you. Your neck which still has his marks no matter how hard Hongjoong tried to cover them. Picture after picture after picture after picture until his camera betrays him and tells him he has only a little storage left to document your adorable, unconscious state.

Soobin

Does

Not

Care

He backs up and gets every single piece of you both in frame for one last photo. Of the way the two of you meld together. His precious, stupid lovers.

He will be apart of you. And this is only the beginning.

He got a glimpse of what goes on behind closed doors.

Now you'll never get rid of him.

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