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atiny-piratequeen · 5 years ago

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Night Shift Chapter 3

Cowritten with @kiimhongjoong

Pairing: Seongjoong (established), Yunho/Yeosang/San/Mingi/Wooyoung/Jongho, eventual ot8 poly relationship

Genre: PWP, Fluff

Rating: Explicit (18+)

Tags: Office AU, CEO Hongjoong, Office Sex

Summary: Kim Hongjoong is the new CEO at KQ. He forms a team of… Somewhat reliable men to help with a project to improve the company.Unfortunately, his workers seem to be focused on extracurricular activities.

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Yunho scratched his head, the smell of breakfast waking him up. He rolled out of his bed, his hair sticking every which way as he wandered into the kitchen, finding Yeosang and Wooyoung singing together, wearing matching aprons as they set food on the table. He, Jongho, and Mingi shared a three bedroom apartment together while Yeosang, San, and Wooyoung lived right next door.

The former three often had trouble getting up early, so after some debate-and teasing-they exchanged keys to each other’s apartment, and usually gathered at the sleepy trio’s apartment for breakfast and went to the other apartment for dinner.

"Hyung! Good morning!" Wooyoung beamed, noticing the tall shirtless boy first as Yeosang turned off the stove.

"Good morning!" Yunho smiled. "Do you guys need help?"

Yeosang poured orange juice in a couple glasses, shaking his head once before he moved back to the fridge to grab some bowls of fruit he and Woo had sliced earlier. "It's okay. Breakfast is ready!"

"San should be over soon. Can you wake up Jongho and Mingi?" Wooyoung inquired, walking over to kiss the tall boy on his cheek. Yunho hummed, leaning down to kiss the top of his head before he turned back the way he came.

"I'll try my best," Yunho joked before leaving the kitchen.

A couple seconds later, the front door opened and closed. "Morning," came San's voice from the hall.

"Morning sleepy head." Yeosang hummed, sending him a small smile. "You didn't wake up when we came to you. You looked like you were dreaming. Was it about the reward our CEO apparently has for us?" He teased, clearly not believing the sexual implication of San's story from the day prior once he came home and told the brunette what Hongjoong said.

"Shut up," San said playfully and took a seat at the table. "Oh, hey. Good morning." He said to the three men emerging from the bedroom.

"Morning." Jongho greeted, bowing slightly as he sat down. Mingi was beside him, eyes still closed as Yunho shook him to wake him up fully. The younger man groaned in displeasure, swatting at him before he slumped down into his chair, settling his head on Yunho’s shoulder. The blonde shook his head and chuckled, wrapping an arm around his shoulders just until the younger man decided to fully wake up.

"Today is a short day, right? Because of a holiday? Should we go out to eat tonight?" Wooyoung inquired, bouncing in his seat once San sat beside him.

"I heard the seafood restaurant that opened down the block from the company is really fancy~" San grinned, a small spark in his eyes at the idea of visiting the restaurant he’d been eyeballing for months.

The six men finished eating within the hour, filtering out of the room to get dressed.

"I still need a few more drafts from some of you before we can start the next part of the project. Please turn them into me or Secretary Park before the end of the week so we can review it."

The six men nodded, watching as Hongjoong went over the drafts that were already turned in. Seonghwa stood off to the side, his hands behind his back and his posture perfect.

Yeosang couldn't take his eyes off him.

Yes, they had all universally agreed amongst their group that the new boss was unbelievably hot, but the man always found himself enamored with Seonghwa and-

And he's been staring at him for way too long. The raven secretary's sharp eyes snap downward to meet his dreamy gaze and Yeosang tensed, his eyes growing at the single brow Seonghwa arched at him.

God, he's gonna get in trouble. Seonghwa's gonna call him out for his daydreaming and he's gonna look like a fool.

Despite his panicking internally, Yeosang can't take his eyes off of Seonghwa. The taller man's lips quirk ever so slightly and Yeosang's heart stuttered as he simply tilted his head back towards Hongjoong-who was still in the middle of talking about their plans.

' Focus .' Seonghwa mouthed, and Yeosang would be lying if it didn't send heat running up and down his spine.

Sinking into his chair slightly, he quickly turned his attention back to Hongjoong, trying to subtly adjust himself in his slacks under the table.

At the end of the meeting, Seonghwa places a firm hand on Yeosang's shoulder before he could duck out of the room, drawing a small startled sound from him as he looked up.

"Im sorry," Yeosang apologizes without a second thought, but Seonghwa simply tilts his head to the side, taking in the sight of the flush to his cheeks and the slight tremble of the muscle under his hand.

"Don't apologize to me. I'll email you all a summary of today's meeting. I do, however, suggest you work on your focus, Mr. Kang Yeosang. It'd be a shame if you had to stay after hours to play catchup with Mr. Kim and I, no?"

That was supposed to be scolding, right? Seonghwa is supposed to be insulting him in his cool usual manner, right?

So why does it feel like an underlying flirtation? Why did the slight change in Seonghwa's tone sound like a growl to him? Why did something so simple make him want to fall to his knees for the tall secretary?

"Do you understand, Yeosang?" Seonghwa's voice and a gentle squeeze of his shoulder breaks him out of his horny, panicked trance and he nods much faster than intended.

"Y-yes, Seonghwa. I-I'll be going now." He bowed and hurried away, his heart in his throat.

Had he have been calmer, he would have noticed Seonghwa calling him by his first name in a sultry purr.

Jongho frowned, patting around his desk as he looked for his binder. His draft was almost done- definitely the biggest of the group's-but he couldn't find it anywhere on his desk.

He had gotten swamped with work when he came back to his department and hadn't realized it was missing until nearly three hours later. Most of the office was empty since it was lunchtime and two hours before they were to leave early

Sighing, the young worker slid out of his desk, rolling his stiff shoulders as he made his way back to Hongjoong's office. He'd stopped by after their meeting to let the CEO know he was almost finished and when he did, he had to have set the damn thing down and left it.

Sighing, he pinched the bridge of his nose, walking into the first area of Hongjoong's office, where Seonghwa's desk was. He smiled when he noticed the binder on the table, excitedly reaching for it. He'd tell Seonghwa later he stopped by and thank him for leaving it out-

" Fuck-"

Jongho paused, his fingers hovering over the binder as he heard the sound of skin on skin.

Curious, he left his binder, looking over to the door to Hongjoong's office. What was he doing in there? Didn't he usually leave for lunch?

Jongho walked to the door, leaning in closer to hear what was going on. If the CEO was in trouble or fighting, certainly he had to step in and help-

"You're exceptionally loud today, sir. We've been a lot more active and yet you're still insatiable."

Jongho blinked. Seonghwa?

"T-this is all your fault, Hwa." Hongjoong groaned, and Jongho immediately noted it didn't sound at all like they were fighting. There was a steady, hard sound of skin against skin and the telltale sound of the wood of Hongjoong's desk creaking.

Jongho's face flushed when it clicked. He wasn't supposed to be here, he had to leave-

"I want to see the look on their faces one day as they watch you melt in pleasure, Hongjoong. I'd love to see how the six of them react to you giving into desire."

Six. Six of them? Jongho felt his heart stop for a moment. No, no he didn't mean them, right?

"I caught little Yeosang staring at me during our meeting, too. Think of how beautiful he'd look splayed out for the others, fucked out of his mind. Almost like you, Joong."

Jongho swallowed thickly. He hesitantly reached for the door handle, pulling it open despite himself to peek inside. This had to have been some kind of dream.

When he looked inside, he felt his cock fully harden, his lips parting as he watched Seonghwa rock into Hongjoong, their CEO's back arched up off his desk as Seonghwa snapped his hips forward, pressing his palms to either side of his head as they fucked.

"S-Seonghwa, please-"

"Which do you want more? Them to fuck you or you to fuck them, sir?" He teased, stealing a sloppy kiss from Hongjoong. The younger man whined against his lips, his nails dragging down Seonghwa's back.

"I can't, you're gonna drive me c-crazy-"

"Answer me, Joong."

"B-both! Fuck!"

Jongho watched, entranced as Seonghwa licked his lips, satisfied as he thrusted wildly into him. He purred sweet nothings to Hongjoong as they fucked, from things with them to wild fantasies about each and every one of the members of the project.

"-Jongho's been working so hard to impress you, Joongie. Don't you think you should reward our maknae with your cock?" Seonghwa teased, knowing Hongjoong was much too close to respond.

Jongho bit his lip, brows pinched up as he thought of their CEO fucking his face, purring praises to him for all of his work. Or even being in Seonghwa's place, thrusting into the tight heat of their boss-

Jongho snapped out of it, quietly closing the door as he darted out of the room. He completely abandoned the binder as he slid into the bathroom, splashing cold water on his face as he tried to will his hard on away.

"What...what the fuck was that?" He panted, looking into his reflection as he held the sink with a tight knuckled grip.

"We really shouldn’t be doing this, we could get caught.”

“Do you want to stop?”

“Nah.”

Wooyoung grinned as Mingi’s lips found their way back onto his, kissing and nipping at them as they fell back onto the conference room table. The two had finished their work well over an hour ago and snuck away into an empty conference room to fool around while they waited for the others.

Wooyoung ran his hand up the expanse of Mingi’s stomach, purring as he felt the rippling muscle underneath his button up shirt. Mingi hummed in appreciation, kissing down Wooyoung’s neck as he rolled his hips down, smiling at the sharp inhale that came from the smaller man.

He repeated the notion, fumbling with Wooyoung’s belt as the smaller man covered his mouth, stifling the whines that let his lips. Normally Mingi would snatch his hands away, pin them high above his head to keep him from quieting down, but they didn’t want to get caught, so he let him slide just this once.

In a flurry of shuffling belts and nearly ripped button ups, the men were back at each others lips, with Mingi wrapping his large hand around both of their cocks so they could thrust against one another. Wooyoung’s thrusts got more desperate as he rutted against Mingi, the friction drawing him close.

“Mingi, I’m gonna c-cum!” Woo whimpered, dragging his nails down Mingi’s abs.

Mingi nodded, about to tell them how close he was too when the door opened.

They froze, heart in their lungs as they looked over to the door, finding Hongjoong and Seonghwa staring at them in surprise.

“O-Oh my fucking god-”

Hongjoong’s eyes drifted down their body, humming when he noticed their still hard cocks-ready to burst-in Mingi’s hand. He cleared his throat and rolled the keyring in his hand around his finger.

“I’m going to go check and lock the other conference rooms. Seonghwa will make sure no one else interrupts.” He turned on his heel and left the two semi nude and embarrassed men with his secretary, who very obviously had a smirk playing on his lips.

God, that shouldn’t have made their blood rush as much as it did.

Mingi weakly spoke up, trying feebly to use his body to cover Wooyoung.

“S-seonghwa, we-”

“Ten minutes. You have ten minutes to handle your business before Hongjoong and I come back and we have to make you leave. Before you ask, no, you’re not getting fired. We’ll just keep this between us, hm?” He licked his lips ever so slightly and sent them a smile that made their heart lurch.

They have...literally never seen Seonghwa smile before. Also, what the fuck was that lip lick?!

Having said all he needed to, Seonghwa closed the door behind them, leaving the two alone once more.

Mingi looked down as Wooyoung let his head thump against the desk, biting his lip. He was still hard as he covered his face, his heart racing.

“What the fuck was that? Did you see the way they looked at us, I-”

Mingi hummed and put his lips back against Wooyoung’s neck, the slight tremble in them betraying how terrified and aroused the older man felt as well.

“They’re letting us do it, so we might as well finish.” He whispered, kissing Wooyoung to keep him quiet as he resumed his pace, more desperate than before. They closed their eyes, and both of them would be lying if they didn’t envision Seonghwa and Hongjoong still in the room, watching them with hungry gazes as they needily came minutes later.

“We have to hurry.” Mingi urged Wooyoung, licking his hands despite the flush on the smaller man’s face as he tucked himself back into his pants. Woo whined, slapping his cheeks to calm himself down as he helped Mingi button his shirt back up.

Hesitantly, they stepped out of the room, bowing deeply when they noticed Hongjoong had returned, talking about something with Seonghwa that immediately halted when the two emerged.

“We are so sorry, this doesn’t happen often. T-this was my idea, please don’t punish Mingi.” Woo begged, keeping his eyes tightly closed as he bowed deeply. Mingi nudged him hard, shaking his head.

“I’m older, I should have thought this through, please don’t-”

“No one is getting punished.”

They looked up as Hongjoong moved to stand in front of them, lifting Wooyoung’s chin until he could look him in the eyes. The younger man’s knees nearly buckled as he noted the sweltering heat of Hongjoong’s gaze. He felt like a mouse, small and trapped in a cat’s grasp as his CEO tilted his head ever so slightly, his tongue peeking out between his teeth as he thought of what to say.

“You’re just lucky it was us. It could’ve been messy if it was someone else, no? The office is closed now for the holiday. You two should head out, okay? I’ll be seeing you Monday morning. Enjoy your weekend.” Hongjoong let him go and sent Mingi a half lidded look that made the taller man straighten up and bite his lip before he stuck his hands in his pockets, strolling past them with his chin up.

Seonghwa’s eyes followed their boss before he looked at the two younger workers, a small chuckle leaving his lips before he followed close behind. Wooyoung grabbed Mingi’s wrist, darting down the hall at the speed of light to the bathroom to wash their hands and splash cold water on their faces.

As soon as Seonghwa and Hongjoong stepped into the latter’s car, Hongjoong let out a harsh breath, letting his head rest back on the head rest as he ran a hand through his hair. Seonghwa sat quietly beside him, eyes closed and lips curled up into a knowing smirk. He could practically feel the arousal rolling off Hongjoong in waves as he grit his teeth.

3...2...1-

“Seonghwa.”

“Yes, sir?”

“As soon as we get home, I want you on your hands and knees for me.”

Seonghwa purred and cracked his eyes open as the car started, pulling out of the company lot much faster than any vehicle ever should. He didn’t mind, if the way he reached over to palm Hongjoong’s cock was anything to go by.

“Will do, sir. Let’s keep you riled up until then, shall we?”

“And then they just let us fucking go.”

Wooyoung finished, cheeks red as he shoveled rice into his mouth to hide his embarrassment. Mingi wasn’t much better, unable to look up from the seafood hotpot situated on the table between the six of them.

“You two started fucking in the confrence room?” Yunho whispered, brows going up in surprise. San burst out into laughter as Wooyoung let out an incredulous gasp.

“NO! We just..we…”

“Started rutting against each other like a bunch of teens and got caught by the boss and Seonghwa.” Yeosang finished, snickering as Wooyoung sunk in his seat, face beet red.

“No, but you should’ve seen the looks on their faces! I think...I think they were into it…” Mingi muttered quietly, biting his lip as he remembered the heated looks that came from both of them. Yeosang’s laughing quieted down as he put his finger on his chin.

“I think..I think I know what you mean. I was zoned out this morning during our meeting and I kept staring at Seonghwa and he noticed...and the way he talked to me afterwards sent shivers down my spine. I’m sure he was scolding me but…” He trailed off, hiding his face as he remembered the man’s tone of voice.

“ Oh, so now everyone sees what I meant by eye contact and tones, right?! I told you before and you made fun of me!” San complained, on his second bottle of soju as his eyes narrowed at the three. Yunho frowned, crossing his arms as a pout formed on his lips.

“No fair, I want eye contact, too.” He mused, ignoring the whines coming from the table.

At the end of the table, Jongho ate quietly, his mind racing a mile a minute. He didn’t bring it up to his hyungs, but he couldn’t get his mind off of the scene before him.

Hongjoong laid out on his desk. Seonghwa fucking him. Both of them mentioning the six of them in such an...intimate and hungry way.

The youngest wasn’t sure how he could bring it up to them, so instead he shifted in his seat, adjusting the ever growing hard on in his pants as he ate quietly.

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hamilkilo · 8 years ago

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Café Rendez-vous

Prompt: Reader meets up the boys at the coffee shop, and Alexander is in a heated argument with Jefferson. Also, fluff? Pairing: Poly!Hamilsquad ft Jefferson X Burr (X Madison, but he’s MIA)

TW: Cursing, alluding to getting beaten up in a fight, black eye, sassy ham arguing with jeff, fluff??? Mention of drinking?

A/N thank you so much for all of the positive encouragement and love! I didn’t know y'all liked Brawl in the Streets that much, so I’m pleasantly surprised! Thank you for everything! If you want me to tag anything, let me know! I want you to feel safe! Don’t be afraid to send in some requests! Please enjoy!

Word Count: 2456

It was embarrassing to show up to work on Monday with a black eye, but after explaining what had happened to your boss, Mariah, she sent you home on a paid vacation. You didn’t think it was necessary, but she insisted. She said that it was just a token of thanks to her gallant knight in shining armor. You did recall her mentioning her girlfriend at some point… what was her name again? Betsy? Betty? Elizabeth? Whatever. It wasn’t really your business anyways.

You returned to work on Tuesday, extra refreshed but fairly behind, and the week passed in a blur as you struggled to keep up. The only sign to you that time had passed was the fading of your war wounds.

Throughout the week, you’d received the occasional text from one of the boys, asking how you were and if the bruises were fading. It was simple and distant, like mere acquaintances. However, today was Friday, and the boys were well known for how they spent their Fridays. You giggled to yourself as you recalled how bitter that thought would make Aaron.

You were walking to your car at the end of work when you’d gotten the text from Herc. “Hey, Y/N, wanna join your favorite fight club for coffee tonight at seven? Xoxo Herc.” You smiled at the ground. He was such a teddy bear. You still couldn’t believe the ruckus you had caused by running away.

You quickly shot him back a text as you got into your car. “That depends, is there going to be another fight?”

You couldn’t keep that silly smile off your face as you turned the engine over and backed out of your parking space. You began to drive, ignoring your burning desire to check your phone. The radio played quietly in the back ground, but you paid it no mind. You’d forgotten to plug your phone into the aux chord, so you weren’t interested in whatever was playing.

When you got home, you quickly parked and checked your phone. “It’s up to you, sweetheart. Whatever you choose, we’re there… and besides, you know how Alex can be! Xoxo, Herc.”

You glanced at the clock. It was already past six. You got out of your car and went into your apartment. You lived up on the third floor. It was nothing fancy, but it was quaint, and it was yours. You quickly went into your closet and changed out of your work clothes. You knew you were going out, but it was to the Mudhouse Cafe, not to meet the Queen of England. The boys wouldn’t care how you looked. Besides, you were fairly certain they were all gay for each other. So instead of dressing to the nines, you pulled on a loose pair of leggings, an oversized hoodie, and a pair of slip-ons. You scraped your hair into a messy bun, then smiled in appreciation of yourself. You were so cute! You went into the kitchen area of your place and quickly fixed yourself a quick snack. You figured you wouldn’t be eating for a bit, and you didn’t want the boys to see your hangry side yet.

By the time you’d finished, it was already time for you to leave, so you grabbed your purse and hopped in the car. You plugged your aux chord in this time and sang along to Colors. You were in that kind of mood today.

When you went into the coffee shop, you immediately spotted the boys in their usual spot. However, this time, Alex was arguing with another man. You rolled your eyes before you carefully approached. You wanted a front row seat the the drama, but you didn’t want to get involved.

Alex was stretching up as tall as he could to go toe to toe with Jefferson. “-maybe next time you should consider thinking in that scientifically astoundingly small brain of yours before you open your fat mouth you useless f-"

"Y/N!” Jefferson quickly exclaimed, looking over a furious Alex-much to his dismay. You blushed, swearing in your head that you had gotten dragged into this.

“Hey, guys! Did you start the fight without me?” You joked as you stood on the edge of the group awkwardly.

“I was just explaining to Jefferson how grossly incompetent he was-”

“I only suggested that you add another sex scene to keep the readers hooked-”

“Im not selling porn, I’m selling art-”

“Porn is art, and art is porn!"

They had both started arguing again, and you bit your lip. You slowly tried to slip away so you could go order your drink. Hopefully, when you came back, they’d be calmer. However, as you walked off, someone came up beside you and threw an arm over your shoulder. You cringed away on instinct before you looked up and saw John beaming down at you.

"I’m so glad you decided to come! Sorry you had to see them squabble like that… We didn’t know Jefferson would be here tonight,” John gave you a timid smile as he apologized, and you laughed. He was so adorable.

“What was it even about anyways?” You inquired, your curiosity getting the best of you. You were both now waiting in line, John’s arm still resting over your shoulders. You blushed, but you leaned in to take in more of his warmth. This felt nice. Then you scolded yourself. You had to remember that he was already taken!

“Alex writes on the side, and as much as he hates to admit it, Thomas is a good editor, so he sends his work to him when he’s thinking about publishing. I mean, it’s always ugly, but it’s usually through passive aggressive emails and explicit comments on Google Docs. This time, Thomas suggested the addition of a sex scene, but because the advice is coming from his rival, Alex is going to argue… Even if we all know Thomas is right,” John muttered the last part under his breath, then sent a sly wink your way, which caused you to giggle.

“So you’ve read it?” You inquired, eyebrows raising, and John grinned, showing his dimples.

“Of course,” he almost boasted, and you could tell he was proud of Alex.

“What’s it about?” You stared at his face as his eyes lit up, and he smirked at you.

“Well, there’s this guy who moves to New York City with the aspiration to become this great actor, and he meets another guy from his acting club he joined while he worked a side job and searched for his dream role. And he’s really into this guy, but this other guy is taken… and he almost gives up when he and the guy share a kiss in a scene on stage, and he realizes that he can’t let this guy go. So he goes to profess his undying love or whatever, as cliche as Shakespeare could comprehend, and he was going to beg the guy to give him a chance, when he discovers that the guy is in not one relationship, but two! And he’s polyamorous! And the guy admits he loves the other one too! And it’s really a beautiful story about self discovery, but Jefferson is trying to get Alex to make it smutty. I do think a sex scene would be nice, but-”

“Y/N! Fancy meeting you here!” You looked away from John, who had been passionately explaining the glorious work of Alex, and saw Aaron grinning at you. “Don’t tell me you’re hanging around with this rambunctious bunch!”

You glanced at John, who nodded to Aaron. You turned to your favorite barista and grinned at him, “Don’t you recall the fight I started last week? If anyone’s rambunctious, it’s me!”

Aaron laughed and leaned on the counter, waiting for you and John to order. You cleared your throat, “Can I get the Mudpuddle?”

Aaron nodded, and wrote on a cup, then glanced at John, who shook his head. “I already got a drink.”

You fumbled in your purse for your wallet, but before you could fish it out, John had already paid. You narrowed your eyes at him, and he held his hands up with a sheepish grin. “Um, payback for defending my honor from the mob?”

You scowled at him, then gave him a smile. He was too cute to even be mock angry at. His arm was still around you, after all. And you hated that you liked it so much.

“So anyways,” John leaned against the counter as you both waited on your drink, “as nice as a sex scene would be, Jefferson recommended there be one as the resolution of the whole plot, a kind of bring it all together and end it with a bang…” he winked at you to make sure you got his pun, “but Alex thinks, and I agree, that if he adds smut there, then he’s sexualizing the entire sexuality as a whole. Like, this is an identity, not a kink. The focus is about finding your sexuality, and hot sex would take away from the final statement of the book as a whole.”

He finally took a breath and glanced at you, waiting for you to say something. “I see where you’re coming from. I think Alex should stick to his guns on this one, but maybe he could satiate Jefferson’s desire by moving the sex scene to an earlier part in the book? I don’t know, I haven’t read it, but I’m sure Alex knows what he’s doing-”

“Y/N!” You took the drink from the worker at the counter and walked with John back to the group. Jefferson and Alex were still arguing. Hercules and Laf were completely ignoring them and appeared to be playing Go Fish on the love seat.

“-I’d say stick to being a doctor, but you’d probably kill all of your patients-”

“You won’t be saying that when you wind up on my table after shooting your mouth off to the wrong person-”

“I’m gonna put you on your own damn table in a hot sec-”

You had gotten annoyed listening to them both argue, and for some reason, these boys brought out your more impulsive side. You moved quickly. Their faces were inches apart, and if they didn’t look so pissed, you’d have thought they were about to kiss. You quickly snatched both of their ears and pulled them down to face level so that they were both looking at you. Alex let out a string of curse words as he reached up for his ear that was in your grasp.

“Stop squabbling; you sound like children! It’s annoying! You don’t have to agree with each other, but you also don’t have to scream insults in the middle of a coffee shop. If a sex scene is really that big of a deal, then I question if it’s about artistic integrity or more so about your lack of sexual activity in the past few months!” You heard a few of the boys snickering behind you while you scolded these two like the children they were. You took a deep breath and let go of their ears. Alex rubbed at his ear and huffed while Jefferson fixed his hair.

“It’s good to see you, too, Y/N,” he grumbled to you, and you gave him a wide grin.

“Go hit on your boyfriend; I’m sure that’ll cheer you up!” You suggested, and he sighed before he ruffled your hair and went to go talk to Aaron.

“What in the hell was that, Y/N? I had him!” Alex raged to you, and you rolled your eyes, sipping at your coffee.

“Did you?” You stared matter of factly. “There’s a difference between resolving an issue and quipping like kids.”

“It was my business to resolve-”

“Then resolve it in private; don’t insult the man in the middle of a coffee shop, Alex!” You scolded him, but then you noticed the bags under his eyes. He was being grouchy. He probably hadn’t been sleeping much lately. “Come on, Alex. Sit down and relax. You can deal with Jefferson later.”

He stared at you for a minute, calculating how much you’d annoyed him, before he nodded and sat down beside you on the couch. John sat on his other side, and Alex leaned his head on him. They were so cute… it made you bitter. You wished you had that.

You crossed your legs and sipped at your coffee, but you were quickly startled when Herc started whooping from the love seat.

“Aw, come on, ‘Erc! I know you saw my cards!” Laf poured as Herc pumped his fist. Herc was quick to give Laf a quick peck on the cheek, and you smiled to yourself. These boys were just so cute!

"So what’ve you been up to lately?” John suddenly asked you, and you quickly focused on him.

You shrugged. “Not much… just work really. I haven’t been out much this week. How about you?”

“Work, mostly. I dunno, I took Alex to a fancy restaurant on Tuesday… that was nice. He needed a break from his all nighters and heart stopping amount of coffee,” John rubbed Alex’s back. Alex snuggled into John’s neck, and you shared a smile with John.

“We were kinda disappointed when you didn’t text us at three in morning this week inviting us to drink with you,” Herc teased, and you blushed.

“I’ve been too busy with work to drink…” you admitted. How long had it been since you’d had a drink anyways?

“Too busy to drink?” John asked incredulously. “'Ow you say? Nonsense!” Lafayette shouted, and you laughed.

“Come on, you’re coming back to our place for some drinks!” Herc stood abruptly, and you blanched. It had been a while since you’d drank, and you usually drank alone on a quiet Friday night. You were a child away from being a wine mom. These boys were rowdy as it is… get a few drinks in them and you had no idea if you’d be able to manage them.

John stood and put his arm around Alex, who was groggy and adorably codependent at the moment. Herc linked his arm with yours, and Laf did the same on the other side.

“I don’t wanna impose…” you lamely mumbled, and Laf looked down at you, almost offended.

“You could never impose on us, mon cher!” And you were quickly dragged out of the cafe.

You trusted these boys, sure. But you had no idea what to expect once they were drunk. And you were even more concerned as to whether they’d still like you after seeing what you were like when you were wasted.

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