Ateez Reaction To You Asking To Suck Their Dick For The First Time?

Ateez reaction to you asking to suck their dick for the first time?

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hongjoong; attempts to hide how excited he is, and fails. he’s been wanting this for a while, but he’s been patient and didn’t want to ask until you were ready. you being the one to ask makes him happy, and he’s glad that you feel comfortable to do this for him. wants you to drop to your knees the moment you ask.

“you want my cock in your mouth? well, who am i to deny my baby what they want?”

seonghwa; he smirks. he’s surprised you asked, and your willingness to give him head gets him so horny he’s already hardening in his pants at the thought of you sucking him dry.

“go ahead and get on your knees for me. let me feel your mouth around my cock, baby.”

yunho; blushes at the question. he’s shocked you’re asking this, the sound of your cute voice asking to suck him off making him dizzy with need. he nods and laughs out a breathy yes, and he has to bite his lip to keep himself from groaning at how pretty you look on your knees.

“fuck, baby. i thought you’d never ask.”

yeosang; for a second he thinks he imagined it, so he just stands there with a silly look on his face. when you ask again, he laughs and then the reality that you want to suck his dick hits him like a load of bricks. he’s shy at first, because you asking this is so sudden and straightforward, but all bashfulness melts away the moment you take him into your mouth.

“i used to think about what it’d be like to finally feel you suck my cock. and god damn it, baby, this is better than i ever imagined.”

san; he makes you ask him again. not because he didn’t hear you the first time, but because the sound of you asking for his cock is music to his ears. he smirks while he unfastens his pants, ready to give you what you want immediately.

“you want me to fuck that pretty mouth of yours, hm? well, ask and you shall receive, baby. get on your knees and open wide.”

mingi; he simultaneously blushes and gets a boner when you ask him. he tries to play it cool, but you see the way his pants begin to constrict around him due to his growing erection. he swallows hard and nods, a little stunned for words. he groans the loudest you’ve ever heard when you wrap your lips around him.

“shit, your mouth feels so good. i wanna cum down your throat. will you let me do that, baby?”

wooyoung; chuckles at you because you’re so cute asking him to suck him off, when he has always been willing to let you. covers your face in lots of kisses and tells you that whenever you’re ready, he’s ready. is pleasantly surprised when you get on your knees right then and there.

“you didn’t even have to ask. my cock is yours to do with as you please. you can suck it however much you want.”

jongho; it’s an immediate boost to his ego. he’s a gentleman and never pushes you to do anything until you’re ready, so you being the one to ask first has him feeling like he’s on top of the world. he feels excited that you’re so willing to do this enough to ask him for it.

“you want to suck my dick that bad, huh? so much that you’re asking for it. my, i didn’t know you were so hungry for my cock, baby.”

| in love and lore | six |

pairing: ateez x fem reader

genre: fantasy/daemon/soulmate au

warnings: violence, death, yandere behavior, prejudice against mc. (things are a bit darker towards the end of this chapter)

summary: the daemon king and his seven black generals. names and faces of these eight had changed over the years as each new king was crowned, but their reputation as the most powerful daemons always remained the same. upon hearing the rumors one of the seven led the charge of the nearby battle, you should have stayed close to the encampment. you should have never wandered out on your own. but you did, and your life would never be the same again. good or bad, you would just have to wait to find out.

“There’s no need to be afraid, angel.” His words were a breath against the side of your neck. “You’ve done so much for us, let your king now return the favor.”

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a/n: so, I knew this chapter was going to be long when i first wrote it, but it still ended up much longer than anticipated. oops. but this really is one of my favorites so far (though i have come to learn editing long chapters can be a pain) and hope you all enjoy this too! as always, all feedback is appreciated and loved. even if i don't reply, i read each and every comment and they always make me smile. :) the support for the series so far has been so sweet and i appreciate you all so, so much.

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You had expected someone to wake you up the following morning, but found it was nearly midday when you rolled out of bed. The sun had long since reached its peak in the sky when you stepped outside, stretching out the kinks in your muscles. Just like Mingi had said, another Black General sat at the table near the entrance. He was scanning over a stack of papers, taking notes every so often in the margins, but looked up when he heard the tent rustling upon your exit.

You shuffled under his gaze, hovering near the entrance. “I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to sleep so late.”

“Don’t worry about.” He waved your concern away, offering a smile in an attempt to ease your discomfort. “You’ve had a rough past few days and I’m sure the extra sleep was needed. If we had need of you, we would have woken you earlier.” Not only was he as attractive like the ones before, with streaks of red in his hair, but he was tall too. His figure towered over yours when he stood up to pull out the chair next to him and motioned for you to come over when he noticed you holding back. “But, please, come eat. We can head over to the infirmary when you’re ready.”

You were hesitant to take the seat, finding the act of someone pulling your seat out for you strange and foreign. Sure, Hyunwoo had done it for you a time or two, but only on special occasions such as your birthday, and even then it had been done in a half-teasing manner. But there was no hint of mockery in his stance, and he simply smiled at you once more.

He was gentle as you took the seat, pushing you forward and moving the full plate of food left on the table in front of you before returning to his seat. “I’m Yunho, by the way. It’s nice to meet you, angel.”

He stayed with you for the next few hours, leading you throughout the grounds just as Mingi had done the day before. He was less talkative than Mingi had been, and even more so whenever you tried to press him for answers, giving the same stupid excuses as all the others. You would just have to wait until you met with Hongjoong. When this meeting would actually take place, however, no one would say for sure. The only answer they gave was soon. You just had to be patient.

When the sun began to set, Yunho guided you back to the tent to eat and retire for the night, but it wasn’t just food that awaited you upon your return. Several daemons hung around the table when you approached behind Yunho, and you were quick to notice the black horns on each of them. Wooyoung and Seonghwa had made a return, as well as two others you had yet to meet, but were quickly introduced as San and Jongho.

Their presence was overwhelming. The aura of just one of them was intimidating as it was; the raw power each them held was nothing like anyone you had met before, and it all combined was nearly suffocating. But as oppressive as it felt, there was an inkling of contentment hidden beneath. The hollowness that had plagued you since Seonghwa had placed the mark on you had almost been filled, as though the part of you that had burned away had come back. For the first time in a while, you almost felt whole.

You grew accustomed to them quicker than you liked, no longer quite so tense every second you were forced to spend with them. You didn’t like them, and you hardly trusted them, but the nerves that had plagued you in the beginning began to dissipate with each day. You didn’t know what was to become of you, but the kindness they treated you with and the warmth that bloomed in your chest each time you saw one of them made you all the more confused and gave you all the more reason to keep your guard up.

Your time with them was vastly different than back in the city. You were under constant supervision by at least one of the Seven at all times, but they were much more lax with your work. No one ever woke you in the morning, allowing you to sleep as late as you wish and start work on your own time. And when you did work, no one dared to raise their voice or insult you. Your identity of being the Black Angel had become well known, and though discovering you were a half-daemon was a shock to them, it didn’t bother them as much as you had expected. Whether this was because they were actually grateful for what you had done, your constant guard, or both, it was hard to tell.

Hongjoong was oddly missing during the time you spent with them. While his generals were always more than happy to accompany you anywhere and everywhere - as long as it was inside their camp, that is - you had yet to even sneak a peek at their golden king. Despite the orders he gave towards you through them, he had remained out of sight for the time being. And though a part of you was itching to ask them when you would finally get to meet him and get the answers you desperately wanted, it was a different matter altogether to actually ask. Not when you weren’t even certain that he even was their king.

Yeosang was also gone more often than not, spending the majority of the time with Hongjoong in the city while you were left at camp. You had seen him once or twice, and the sight of his gleaming black horns had made your stomach twist. A painful reminder of the lies he had told you and the act he had committed in your name. He approached you once on your second morning, but was quick to pick up on your frustration in his attempt to strike up a conversation and kept his distance after that. The look he had given you as he went, so similar to that as a wounded puppy, had made your stomach twist once more. As though the fact he had hurt you had wounded him just as badly.

They had claimed you would stay with them until they had no further use of you. You had assumed this usefulness was in your healing abilities, but Mingi’s statements upon your arrival the first day had worried you. Leaving you with the fear your use to them was more than your ability, a thought that clung closer to you each day you remained here. Despite having attended to the remainder of their soldiers in the evening of your third day there, there was no inclination of sending you back from from Yunho when you arose the following morning.

And with no work at the moment, you were left with little else to do besides amuse yourself with your current guard. You had just finished lunch and was doodling on the back of one of the papers Yunho had been reading over when you had asked him for one. Though the two of you had settled into a relatively comfortable silence, you saw the way his eyes darted in your direction every so often to look at the random sketches you had done, especially the rough sketch you had done of him from your boredom in the top corner.

Your eyes glanced up when you felt the presence of another general, but it was the person who was with him that caught your eyes and had your breath hitching.

The pencil dropped from your hands and before Yunho could ask what was wrong, you were up from your seat and sprinting in their direction.

“Hyunwoo!” You called out your brother’s name and his head was quick to turn in your direction with just enough time to recognize you before you barreled straight into him. He caught you easily, arms wrapping around your body with the same force you had captured him with. “I was so worried about you. They said you were okay, but I still couldn’t help but wonder, you know? They didn’t lie, right? You’re not hurt?” The words came out in a single breath, rushing to voice the worry you had felt towards his and Soomin’s wellbeing in your absence. “And what about Minnie? Is she safe too?”

“We’re fine.” He pushed back the hands that had been running across his figure to check for wounds, brining your eyes back up to his face when you were satisfied he spoke the truth. “But what about you? Are you okay? Soomin and I were so worried when Suho informed us you had been taken.”

“I’m fine. I’ve just been sent here to heal their wounded for them.” You waved back his concern, knowing it was well placed with where you had been the past few days, but more worried about what had happened to him and your sister since you had last seen them. “What about you two? What happened to you?”

“We were ordered back to the house after the ceasefire was called. We’ve been there ever since, though I was called out for a task in the forge this morning before being brought here.”

His eyes flickered to Jongho, who you had yet to process was standing there next to you until that moment, his expression unreadable as he observed the exchange between the two of you.

You didn’t know how you felt about Jongho. While you had waved away Wooyoung’s and Seonghwa’s teasing comments about him the first night, you had quickly realized there had been some truth in them. He was quieter than the others. Almost bashful when it came to you, but a welcome relief to the way some of the others acted. You knew it very well could have just been an act to get you to drop your guard even more than you already had, but you still preferred his company more than the others, appreciating the silence that surrounded the two of you when you were alone.

“But you are okay, right, y/n? They haven’t done anything to you, have they?”

You shook your head, suddenly self-conscious under Jongho’s inquisitive gaze, wondering what thoughts might have been running through his mind at the moment. “No, I’ve been treated quite kindly since my arrival.”

“Don’t worry, your sister is safe here with us.” Jongho broke the silence, a hint of a smile breaking through as he added to your words.

“Woo, this is Jongho.” You pulled away from your brother, conscious of the way his and Jongho’s eyes kept glancing between each other. “Jongho, this is my brother Hyunwoo.” You knew there was a good chance the two had already become acquainted, but you felt the need to break the silence that had settled between you and it was the first thing you could come up with. “Is there a reason he’s here?”

Now that you were over your excitement of seeing your brother, the anxiety of what he was doing here began to settle inside you and whether or not you were the cause behind it. Jongho had been your guard the day before and had been curious about the dagger you had been using in the infirmary. He had asked to see it that night at dinner, testing out the design for himself. He had praised the workmanship of it, asking if it had also been your brother who had designed the arrowhead that had wounded Seonghwa when you had explained your brother had created it. You had been hesitant to answer his question, but you hadn’t sensed any hostility in his tone. Now, you wondered if you had made a mistake in telling him the truth and that your foolishness had gotten your brother in trouble.

“Hongjoong sent for him. He had a task for your brother earlier this morning and though you might enjoy having your brother accompany you back to your house to get ready for the ball this-“

“Wait, wait, wait,” you interrupted. Any relief you might have felt towards knowing Hyunwoo was was safe for the time being and you would finally get to go home immediately masked by the statement he had made towards your attendance of the masquerade. “I’m attending?”

You had first heard about the event at dinner when you had returned with Yunho that second night with them. It had been San who had first mentioned it, having given up his seat at the table for you to sit, and the first to inform Yunho of what he had missed in the peace talks that day. He had explained it was an event meant to try and lessen the tension built up from the war, but the knowing looks he had exchanged with the others, and the smirk Wooyoung had been unable to hide, had you doubting their words.

The only other mentions of it had been in passing; one general asking another if the proper preparations had been completed or not. While you held some curiosity towards the event, you never bothered questioning them on it. Your attendance was something you never considered, so you never had a reason to question them. The guest list had been reserved to a higher class, much higher than your own, and even if it hadn’t been, no one had extended an invitation your way. And you hadn’t cared. You had absolutely no desire to spend an entire evening surrounded by a crowd of people who would just serve to make your life as miserable as possible.

“Why wouldn’t you?” Yunho must have not trusted you when you had run off without a word and followed you over, his sudden response to your question making you jump. You hadn’t heard him approach. “It wouldn’t be a party without you, angel.”

“Oh, well, um, thank you for the offer, but I don’t really think me going is a good idea.”

Your head tilted, shuffling as a new form of panic bloomed inside you. They expected you to attend? It wasn’t because you hated social events, but rather just events filled with people who hated you. The thought of it sounded more like hell than a party in your mind, and you could only imagine what sort of hell would actually be raised when the humans realized you were there. Did they not realize that you would get kicked out faster than you could explain you had actually been invited. And that was only if you actually got in.

“Ah, but you see-“ Yunho’s reply was cut off short, and while you had found it strange the first few times it had happened to him and the others, you had quickly come to realize it was Hongjoong who was doing it. Apparently you weren’t the only one who he had taken control of before and was now acutely aware he was observing the scene between the four of you and Yunho had been about to say something he wasn’t supposed to. “We’re aware of how some humans might respond to your presence, but you don’t have to worry about them. We’ll make sure nothing happens to you while you’re there. You’re safe with us, remember?”

You just barely caught the tail end of his eyes fading back to black as you turned your head, another sign you had quickly come to discover meant it wasn't actually Yunho who you had just been speaking to. And like always, you had a hard time fighting the urge to glare up at him, hoping Hongjoong would see your frustration. He was more than perfectly content communicating with you through the others, but remained steadfast in staying away from you at the moment. If it wasn't for the fact he was the only one allowed to give you answers, you wouldn't have cared. And though meeting with him still terrified you, you were antsy for that time to come. The unsurety of you fate was starting to drive you crazy.

"Yes, you've all stated that several times now." Your arms crossed, unable to hide the frustration that came with the phrase they had been repeating over and over again the past few days. "But I still don't think it's a good idea. And even if it was, It's not like I have anything to wear." You really couldn't have cared less about what you did wear, but knew the few items in your wardrobe would pale in comparison to anything else the other attendees would be wearing, causing you to stick out even more than your normal presence would have already.

"Don't worry. We've already thought of that and you'll find clothes for you and your siblings were delivered to your house this morning."

"Why?" Once again the question that had plagued your life the past few weeks popped out, more than thoroughly confused as to why your attendance seemed so important to them.

"To thank you for everything you've done, angel."

"And we've been over this a million times. I didn't save Seonghwa and the others because I wanted some sort of payment. I didn't ask for you to repay me. I don't need you to repay me."

You sighed, running a hand through your hair at the lies they continued to tell you. After all, if they truly wanted to thank you for what you had done, they would let you sit this one out. But they weren't. And if Yunho's earlier statement hadn't been proof enough for there being some hidden agenda - what had he been going to say? - then their insistence of you attending was. What that agenda might have been, you hadn't a clue, but there had to be one. This wasn't them showing you gratitude for saving Seonghwa's life, you knew that, but until Hongjoong decided he would talk with you, you had no choice but to play their game. Your very life might depend on it.

"And I'm not saying this because I'm not thankful for what you've done for me. I am, truly. But you've already thanked me enough. You don't have to keep doing this. You've done more than enough to return the favor and then some. Just let it go, let me go, and we can all move along with out lives."

"I know this has all been confusing for you, y/n, but will you let us do this one last thing?" Yunho's gaze had softened, unfazed by your ranting as he raised a hand to the side of your face. "I promise things will start to make a lot more sense after tonight. Just hold on for us a bit longer, will you, angel?"

You wanted to disagree, but one look was all it took for you to know nothing you did or said would change either his or Jongho's mind on the matter. You could try all you wanted in convincing them to let you be, but nothing you said or did would change the end result. It would just be wasted time and breath.

"Sure, whatever." It's not like I have a choice.

You had to bite your tongue to keep the last statement from coming out. While you had some leniency when it came to them - you sure as hell didn't see anyone else talk to them in the same manner you just had - you didn't want to take the chance at possibly putting yourself in a worse position than you already were because you couldn't hold your tongue.

"What the hell is going on, n/n?" Hyunwoo asked when the two generals finally let you leave with your brother. "Angel? Really?"

"Welcome to my life for the past few weeks," you grumbled, arms crossing as you did your best to hide the blush his callout of one of the nicknames they had all given you had created. You hadn't put too much thought into it though. It was nothing more than a playful reference they made to your previous hidden identity. "I keep trying to figure out what's going on and what they're planning to do with me, but they won't answer any of my damn questions. It's all just 'Hongjoong will explain everything to you later,' but Hongjoong seems to have a keep interest in avoiding me at the moment."

You briefly wondered if you should be more careful with what you said about him, just in case he was still spying on you, but you brushed the concern off as soon as it came. Perhaps if you made him angry enough, he would finally come talk to you.

"He has no problem spying on me and telling the others, 'Oh, y/n is exhausted so let her sleep,' or 'y/n's not supposed to hear that yet, so talk about something else.' It's all been Hongjoong this and Hongjoong that, but oh, no. You just need to have some patience. He doesn't want to talk to you right now. And why's that, huh? Because it would be a crime for the daemon king to be seen with a fucking mutt?"

"Are you sure you should be talking about him in that manner?" Hyunwoo's voice had lowered, eyes sweeping the general area to check and see if you had been overheard.

"Oh, trust me. He would have heard me if he wanted to. Did I forget to mention that he's in my fucking head?" You groaned, half regretting what you had just said, but also half hoping he had actually heard it. All of it. "They won't go into any specifics with it, but I'm pretty sure he already knows exactly how frustrated I am with all of this. He has access to my brain whenever he wants, after all."

"He can read your thoughts?"

"According to them, it's a little more complicated than that, but who's to say they're just not telling me the truth to keep me from freaking out more than I am already." You shrugged, letting out another exhausted sigh. It felt nice to finally be able to get your emotions out. To finally release all your frustrations after keeping them in for so long. "To be honest, I'm starting to think this is just some sort of game they're playing. That this nice exterior they've shown me is just a front for something more sinister. Now that they've gotten use of my ability, they'll embarrass me in front of everyone tonight for being stupid enough to believe someone like me could actually be something more in life. Why else would they be doing all of this?"

"I don't know." Hyunwoo's words were still soft as he wrapped an arm around your shoulder, doing his best to calm you down for the time being. "As crazy as it seems, I don't think their motive is anything sinister. I spent quite a bit of time with Jongho this morning, and I didn't get any ulterior motives from him. He just seemed genuinely curious about how my ability worked and even asked if he could see some of my previous work. And when he mentioned you, there was genuine warmth there. If you ask me, I think they really are grateful for what you've done for them, they just have a bad way of showing it."

"Maybe, but does it even matter?" You weren't sure how Hyunwoo's words made you feel. Unsure if them actually being grateful for you like they said was a better outcome than your own demise. "I don't know what they plan on doing with me, but the only good outcome that can come out of this is them finally letting me go. And based on what I've heard, I have a hard time believing that will happen." You sighed once more, wishing you had listened to your sister all those years ago and put your own wellbeing before people you didn't even know. "And now I've got you and Soomin wrapped into this as well. Minnie told me countless times to be careful and of how dangerous it was for me to be going out, but I just always thought the worst thing that would happen would be me dying. I never imagined something like this would happen. I just wanted to help people, but I only ended up managing to hurt the people I care about instead."

"It'll be okay, n/n. We'll get through this together." Hyunwoo's grip tightened, pulling you closer to him. "They offered you answers tonight, right? So we just have to make it through this silly party and then maybe you'll finally figure out what they plan on doing with you."

"I swear, Woo, if we somehow all make it out of this one alive, the next time you or Soomin warn me against doing something incredibly stupid, I'll listen. No ifs or buts."

Despite the situation, Hyunwoo laughed, the sound of it slowly easing the tension and fear that had been eating you up the past few days. "Well, if that's the case, you'll have to tell her that yourself. I'm sure Minnie would love to hear it."

"So she can hold it against me forever? Yeah, no thanks." You couldn't stop the giggle that came at his reply, playfully shoving him to the side, a sense of normalcy settling on you once more. For just a short moment, you were able to forget about the war and the daemons. For just a minute you could fool yourself into thinking it had all been one long dream.

But it all came crashing back down the moment you saw the dress the daemons had given you for the night's event.

If you didn’t think you were going to die beforehand, you sure as hell did now. Whether it would be at the hands of the humans, the daemons, or simply sheer embarrassment, you didn’t know. But you did know you wouldn’t be making it through the night unscathed. That was a given.

When Yunho had mentioned the clothes they had gotten you and your siblings for the ball that night, you had expected something similar to the dress presented to your sister. Something of high quality and beautiful, but simple enough to fit in with the rest of the crowd and not drive any unwarranted attention your way. You hadn’t expected something that would cause you to stand out more than if you had just been forced to wear one of the few dresses in your closet.

While Soomin’s was a deep maroon, yours was a bright, dazzling gold. The top was fitted, with a high neckline that crossed just below your collarbone in the front and let a small second of skin between your breasts bare alongside the entirety of your back. The skirt billowed out beneath your waist, and though loose and light with a slit that reached your upper thigh, still gave you enough cause for concern on what to do if you needed to run.

If the attention the style and color of the dress would bring didn’t make you uncomfortable already, the slit at your chest did. It wasn’t just because it showed more skin than you were used to showing - hell, you hardly even wore dresses, let alone something form fitting - but that it left the top half of the king’s sigil on your chest bared and exposed for anyone to see.

Soomin had attempted to alleviate some of your discomfort by reminding you it was a masquerade, but any relief the mask might have brought left as quickly as it came when you unwrapped the mask that had come with the dress. It was pure gold, melded and worked into an intricate design though extremely beautiful, did little to hide any of your discerning features. When Hyunwoo stopped behind you, you were quick to realize this was the task he had been requested for earlier that morning. You could see your brother’s gentle touch in the shape, and realized now why Jongho had been so curious about his ability.

But as beautiful as the piece was and as proud as it made you that even the daemons saw and appreciated your brother’s skill, you still regretted having to wear a mask that did nothing to hide your identity. If you weren’t certain of the daemon’s hidden agenda before, you were now. With a dress that screamed for attention all on its own and a mask that did little to hide your identity, they had to have something planned for you tonight. They wouldn’t have just dressed you up in something like this to simply thank you.

If it wasn’t for the fact Soomin and Hyunwoo would be at your side, you didn’t think you would have the courage to go. You had already tried to talk them out of making you go, begging for them to excuse your absence with being sick - the nerves bundled in your stomach definitely made you feel sick. But you knew it was pointless. Even if you did convince everyone to stay home, you knew it would be next to impossible. If they didn’t simply send someone to fetch you, Hongjoong could force you there on his own. And if it came to that, you weren’t sure how they might retaliate, afraid you would only risk your own life as well as your siblings.

Soomin did your hair, pulling and twisting it in a way that left the majority up and out of your face while leaving enough down to cover the tips of your ears. While this might have been enough for her to appear human in public, your luck of inheriting your father’s daemon eyes prevented you from easily blending in the way she could. And though she commented how pretty you looked, you couldn’t wish more than ever your eyes would suddenly appear human when she handed you the mirror. It didn’t matter how pretty you might have looked, all anyone had ever seen, or would ever see, were your slit pupils.

The trouble began before you even got inside the palace. Your cloak, once again mended and whole thanks to Soomin, was wrapped tightly against your body. Partially to keep out the brisk, autumn air and partially to keep the dress and mark hidden from view as long as possible. It did nothing to hide your identity, as an invitation with your names had come alongside the clothes given to you. The moment you walked up to the entrance and handed over the card, the guard eyed each of you with disdain.

It didn’t matter that he knew you were the people listed on the card and the guest list in his hands, the fact you were half-daemons had him convinced you were attempting to sneak inside and cause mayhem. For why would the council or the daemon king ever see fit to invite a bunch of mutts to an event that was meant to reign peace between them.

Though his actions struck a nerve with you, you were relieved all the same, hoping the commotion would be enough to send you all back to your house and avoid any further incidents. But just as you opened your mouth to convince the others to drop it and return home, a daemon guard approached your small group.

The human’s face blanched as the guard addressed you and your siblings in a cordial manner before quickly reprimanding him for offending the king’s personal guests. You didn’t know what part of the interaction made your stomach knot tighter. What might happen to the guard due to his mistake or the way the daemon spoke to you as he motioned you inside. The casualness of how he mentioned the king and his generals ‘eagerly awaited your appearance inside’ had you clutching the cloak all the more tightly around your body.

Unfortunately, you only had the safety of your cloak for a few moments longer. The moment you made it inside, a servant was asking to take it for you. And if you weren’t so terrified of revealing what laid beneath, you might have taken the time to note how strange it was to be treated like someone of a higher class for once in your life. You attempted to keep the cloak, shying away from their hands. The thought of taking it off and revealing the dress underneath made you terribly self-conscious, but when Soomin pointed out it might only attract more trouble, you hesitantly shrugged it off, shivering as the breeze from outside hit your skin.

You could already feel the eyes of the surrounding servants and guests milling around the antechamber as the golden dress was exposed. Your arms immediately wrapped around your chest and you hovered behind Hyunwoo is in shadow as the doors to the main hall were opened and you were ushered all the way inside.

You had been inside the castle of Maehwa before, often being asked to make personal calls to attend to any aches and pains of the council members and their families, but you were still left in awe at the scene before you. They had held balls and parties numerous times in the main hall of the castle, but they had never been anything but a fantasy for someone like you. Never before had you dared to so much as peek into one of these events, let alone actually be invited to one. And despite the events that had led up to this occasion, you couldn’t help but let a small smile sneak it’s way out as you took in the scene before you.

The main chandelier had been kept unlit, leaving the ones along the side as the only source of light besides the lanterns scattered amongst the room. It gave the scene a slightly eerie appearance from the way the shadows of the attendees danced along the way, but held a sense of enchantment all the same. Music filled the air from a small orchestra playing in a corner of the lower floor, while tables for food and drinks had been set up on the opposite end. And though the center of the main floor had been cleared for dancing, not many people occupied the space.

You strayed at the top of the staircase next to your siblings, taking in the sight of something that felt right out of a fantasy for you. And yet, here you were, dressed for the occasion in an outfit that was worth more than your own life. The gold glittered in the firelight, sending scattered beads of light dancing across the floors and walls it reflected off of. You might have been able to blend in well enough if you had been dressed in something more conservative. But the dramatic cut of the dress stuck out just as much as the color, influenced by the daemon’s style of clothing. There was no hiding in it, and already you could feel the gaze of the crowd around you, certain they were talking about you in hushed whispers amongst themselves.

You did your best to ignore them, fingers grasping for Hyunwoo’s forearm as you peeled past his shoulder to the scene below. A group was gathered at the base of the opposite staircase, set apart from the rest of the crowd that killed around. It didn’t take long to realize this was where the daemons had set up, recognizing the faces of the Seven behind their black masks. While you had always seen them handsome in their own way - something you would have never admitted out loud - it was even more evident tonight in the way they had cleaned up. Loose fitting shirts and leathers had been replaced with black formal attire, and the hair you always fought the urge to straighten out was slick and combed back.

An odd weight settled inside your chest as you observed them from across the room, tugging at you to go and free them. While the emptiness you had felt since the mark had been placed had nearly disappeared in your time with them the past few days, it had come back worse than ever when you had left with Hyunwoo. You had taken the tightness as nerves for the night’s events, but if that was the case, it should have worsened upon finally seeing them, not filled you with a bubbling sense of warmth and relief.

Whatever you thought of it though, disappeared when you took notice of the new face amongst the group. Even if it wasn’t for the way the lights glittered off the golden horns and crown that adorned his hair, you would have known who he was. Despite never seeing him before, you knew without a doubt this was Hongjoong. This was the daemon king.

He was breathtaking. Not that you had imagined him to be anything else. Not with the way each of his generals looked, but the sight of him still made your heart skip alongside a sharp intake of breath. Even with the distance and the golden mask - it’s twisted, metal shape that oddly seemed to mimic your own making you distinctly aware that this had been the other mask Hyunwoo had created - that hid his face, you knew he was just as attractive as the others. The way he was laughing at something Seonghwa had whispered to him making your stomach flip. Whether this was in awe, fear, or a mixture of both, you weren’t sure.

As though he knew you were looking at him - which very well could have been the case for all you knew - his head tilted up to the top of the staircase where you stood, eyes immediately locking onto your figure hiding behind your brother.

Hello, angel.

There was a hint of playfulness in his tone and you swore you could see a smirk cross his lips as the words echoed inside your head. If it weren’t for the fact he was actually there across the room, you might have felt some frustration over the fact this was the moment he finally decided to break his silence with you. Instead, it merely made your nerves spike and your heart skip another beat, each causing you to swiftly hide your face behind Hyunwoo’s back as a wave of heat flooded your body.

“I think I might go out to the balcony and get some air.”

Your words came out breathless, face hot and chest heavy as the situation you were in came rushing back. The awe of the scene that had killed you began to fade as those golden eyes seemed to pierce into your very being in that split second you had caught onto them. The words which had followed only confirmed it had been you he had looked at.

Now that you were finally seeing him, you wondered why you had ever dared to utter your frustrations towards him earlier. You might have wanted to meet him over the past few days, eager for just a hint of what was truly going on, but one look was all it took to make you weak. One look and you were ready to turn and run. The thought of having to get any closer than you already were nearly shook you to your core.

“But, y/n, you’ll freeze out there,” Hyunwoo replied, both he and Soomin oblivious to what had just happened. “Why don’t I just fetch us some drinks and we can find some dark corner to hide in for the rest of the night.”

“That sounds great, Woo. We’ll be over there,” Soomin voiced her agreement before you could voice any complaint you might have had, and dragged you over to an empty spot against the railing obscured by shadows.

“I don’t think I can do this, Min.” You leaned against the nearby pillar, trying your best to calm your anxiety as you purposefully positioned yourself so you weren’t facing him or the others anymore. “Everyone’s looking and I just know they’re talking. I can feel their judgement on the back of my neck.

“I know, but it’s just a few hours.” Soomin’s hand grabbed yours, squeezing it softly. “They did promise you answers if you came tonight, didn’t they?”

“That’s what Yunho said, but how do I know he wasn’t just lying to get me here tonight? What if it’s all just some scheme to pull me in and slit my throat?”

You gulped, unable to stop every worst case scenario from flooding your mind. Now that you were here, none of the options for how you saw this night going seemed very favorable. And even if you did succeed in getting the answers you yearned for, who’s to say they would even be anything you wanted to hear? And then, you would have to get close to Hongjoong to get them, a feat you didn’t know was possible or not.

“Did you see him, Min? He was so…” you paused, struggling to find the right word to describe how exactly he felt, “intense.”

“He’s something, that’s for sure.” Soomin nodded, observing him from across the room. “I can feel all of their auras from across the room. It’s…” she shivered, turning her gaze away, “uncomfortable.”

“Like you’re caught in a trap with no way out.” You struggled to suppress your own shiver, fully aware of what she was talking about. You may have grown used to their presence after the past few days, but the intensity had grown with the king in attendance.

Soomin nodded. “Though, it seems to do little to suppress Hayoon and the twins from fawning over him and the others.” Her lip twitched as she propped her elbows against the railing, a hint of a smile appearing as she watched them. “I wonder if they’re doing it on their own accord or if their parents put them up to it.”

Her statement caught you off guard and you turned back around to peek past the pillar to look for yourself. Sure enough, Hayoon and the twins, Sunhee and Yunhee, had crept as close to the daemons as possible. None of them so much as trying to hide their intentions as they did their best to catch the attention of one of the daemons beside them and wriggle their way inside.

You had very few interactions with the three girls over the years, but the few you had, had never been pleasant, making the scene with the woman at the infirmary a week ago nearly pale in comparison. The fact each girl had seemed to have suddenly put aside their dislike towards anything daemon because of a few pretty faces had you more frustrated than you had been when Wooyoung had first mentioned their attempt.

“I heard the council is trying to convince the daemons into a marriage union,” you replied, fighting the frustration that rose back up at the scene. “Funny how they don’t seem to mind daemon’s so much when they’re not the ones with the power. Do you think they realize what sort of children they’ll bear or do they magically think they’ll come out human?”

“And what are we talking about over here?” Hyunwoo had returned with the drinks, handing a glass to the both of you as his eyes attempted to follow your line of sight.

“Hayoon and the twins,” Soomin replied, pointing over towards them. “Apparently the humans are trying to secure a marriage alliance with the daemons, so there they are. Making an utter fool of themselves. I only wish I could hear what they’re actually saying.”

“Probably something about how hard it is to be the daughter of someone so high and respectable,” you huff, lips tilting upwards a smidge at the thought. They could try all they wanted to get the daemons’ attention, but you had heard enough over the past few days to know the marriage alliance was never happening.

“Or how difficult it is to find a respectable man in these times and day. All these men only seem to want to marry them for their money and stays. No one truly cares about who they are or how they feel. I mean, really? Who would ever do such a thing?”

You couldn’t hold back the giggle that popped out as Soomin followed your lead, quickly masking it with a hand to your mouth. The fact each girl was failing miserably at catching their attention only added to your amusement. And while the past few days had been strange and unnerving, you couldn’t help but wonder what sort of reaction you could pull out of them if they had known you had spent the past four days accompanied by them and each of them knew you by name.

“Oh, did they finally get a catch?” Hyunwoo asked, leaning over the railing to get a better look as one of the Seven, who you thought might have been San, whispered something into the king’s ear before breaking free from their group.

This immediately caught the attention of the three girls nearby, but any joy they might have felt fell when he passed them by without so much as a glance in their direction. You had little time to relish the disappointment that crossed their faces as San climbed the stairs behind them and began making his way in what appeared to be your direction.

You had no time to hide other than to attempt to obscure yourself in Hyunwoo’s shadows once more, turning your back towards him and hoping he would simply pass you by as he had done with them. Your attempts were in vain, however, as mere seconds later he drew close to your group and called you out by that ridiculous nickname they had given you.

You couldn’t stop the curse that slipped out from under your breath, nearly spitting out the sip of wine you had just taken and doing your best to compose yourself before he got too close.

“What are you doing up here hiding in a corner, pretty?” He peered around Hyunwoo’s shoulder, his smile playful as he caught your eyes. They didn’t stay long, straying for only a second or two before trailing downwards to fully take in your figure.

“Exactly what it looks like. I’m trying to stay inconspicuous.” You fidgeted under his gaze, arms crossing against your chest as you noticed the sets of eyes that had followed San’s movements to this point. Even Hayoon and the others had given up their antics for the time being to see what he was up to and who he might have been conversing with. “Which you’re not helping with by the way.”

“These must be your siblings.” San ignored your attempt at sending him away, turning to your siblings standing beside you. “Soomin and Hyunwoo, was it? It’s lovely to meet you both.”

“Likewise,” Soomin murmured, eyes glancing towards you as he smiled at her.

“Do you need something?” Your words pulled his attention back towards you, nearly shivering at the way his gaze shifted. You didn’t like that he was here meeting them. It felt strange, as though two different sides of your life was converging. As though he was wriggling his way into your private life.

“I happen to love dancing, angel, and am in search of the perfect partner.”

The inflection in his tone made you nervous and you swiftly shook your head, eyes widening. “No.”

“C’mon, pretty. You can’t just hide up here the whole time. Who will dance with me if you do?” He pouted, but his eyes were still teasing. “Please?”

“San, I can’t.”

“Why not?”

“You do realize that us just being here is akin to a taboo, don’t you? I can’t imagine what sort of hell you’ll raise if someone like you dances with me.” Your words were hushed, trying not to draw any more attention your way than there already was. The only reason you had yet to have anyone approach you was most likely due to the fact you had yet to be properly identified. Because the last person anyone would expect to be the girl dressed in gold was you. “If you want to make friends with the humans, you have to leave me alone. Go dance with Hayoon. I’m sure she would be dying to based on the way she’s been flaunting herself over there.”

“But I don’t want to dance with her, I want to dance with you.” He pouted, tilting his head, but his eyes were still playful. “And if that’s the best excuse you have, then, well, I’d say this place could use a little hell.” He grabbed the drink from your hand and took a sip of his own before placing it on a nearby table and grabbing hold of your wrist. “If you don’t mind, I’ll be borrowing your lovely sister here for a few moments.” He bowed his head in their direction and dragged you away before either of them could object.

“San!” you whined, trying to pull him back as the panic began to build inside the pit of your stomach once more. “I don’t even know how to dance. I’ll only embarrass you.”

“Don’t worry, angel, I’m a great teacher.” He looked back, a smug smile set on his face and completely unfazed by your second attempt to get him to stop. “Just follow my lead and you’ll be fine. I promise.”

You were left with no choice but to follow after him, bunching up your skirt in your free hand as he led you down the stairs towards the dance floor. If you didn’t have the entire room’s attention on you beforehand, you sure as hell did now. Everyone was bound to be wondering just who had drawn one of the Seven out onto the dance floor.

But as much as the humans’ curiosity unnerved you, it was nothing compared to the gaze of the other daemons. You made the mistake of glancing in their direction just once as San guided you to the center of the floor and immediately regretted it. Now that you were closer to them than before, you were acutely aware of the way their eyes had latched onto your figure next to San. Another wave of heat ran through your body as your eyes ran past each of them and you wondered just how exactly you were going to get out of this night alive, let alone in one piece.

“San, I really don’t think this is a good idea.” Your hands were shaking as he guided the left onto his shoulder. It was bad enough this was your first time dancing, let alone with someone else, but the eyes that watched you made it all the worse. You didn’t care what San had said, this was only going to lead to embarrassment on your part.

“Nonsense, just relax, will you, sweetheart?” His other hand wrapped around your waist, and you couldn’t suppress the gasp he elicited from you when he used his grip on you to pull you in close. “I’ll be doing all the hard work here. Just take a deep breath, relax, and let me lead you, angel.”

That was much easier said than done, but his grip on you was secure. Though you stumbled a few times in the beginning, he always pulled you into the next movement without skipping a beat. And while the ease of his movements did lessen your panic, the attention the action pulled was enough to keep you on edge. You didn’t know where to look. San’s face was completely out of the question with the smug smirk that was plastered there, but the onlookers, especially the daemons, weren’t any better. Eventually, you settled on his jawline, trying hard to not accidentally step on his toes, a feat you had somehow managed to avoid for the time being.

“See, it’s not so bad is it?” His voice was a breath against your ear.

“Everyone’s staring,” you mumbled back, risking a glance behind him and regretting it immediately. If you weren’t so terrified of San or the reaction it would pull from him, you would have just biting your head into the crook of his neck to avoid seeing all of them.

“That’s because of you, angel. Everyone’s wondering just who the pretty girl in the golden dress is.” He chuckled at the way his statement made your cheeks tint, but he didn’t stop there, continuing before you had the chance to rebuke him. “Which you look absolutely ravishing in, by the way. I knew you would when I saw the dress, but damn.” He sighed, fingers tightening against your waist and pulling you flush against him.

If it wasn’t for the music filling the hall, you were afraid he would have heard how fast your heart was now beating. And given the position you were in, you did bury your face into his neck this time, not wanting him to see the effect his words had on you. At the chuckle that reverberated through his chest, however, you knew your actions had hidden absolutely nothing.

“You’re doing great, angel. I think it’s time for you to try a spin.”

“No.” You pulled your head back out, shaking it quickly as a new wave of desperation filled you. You were barely hanging on as it was. Complicating things more than they already were was only a guarantee you would mess up. “Don’t do it, San, I swear-“ But your words were cut off when he ignored your pleas once more and did it anyways.

His grip on your hand was secure, keeping you from stumbling as he spun you around, the motion of your movement causing the fabric of your skirt to swirl around you, casting the nearby area in a sparkle of lights.

“Please, don’t do that again.” You tightened your hold on him when he pulled you back in, breathless by the act. It wasn’t quite as terrifying as you had expected, especially because you had managed it successfully, but you felt much more secure with both of his hands on you.

He laughed, pulling you back into him, a move you could only hope meant he would oblige to your request this time around.

It felt like an eternity, but the song eventually fell to a close and San seemed content with one dance for the time being. You were quick to excuse yourself before he could think to take you over to the others, claiming you needed the bathroom when in actuality you headed outside to one of the upper balconies in front a desperate need for some air.

Grabbing another glass of wine on the way, you were relieved to find an empty spot near the opposite end of the room overlooking the courtyard down below. With winter fast approaching, the majority of the attendees remained inside, but the cool air felt refreshing against the heat the dance had built up inside you, and you leaned against the nearby ledge with a sigh.

What were you doing here? You didn’t belong here.

You had been promised answers tonight, but the dance with San had only served to create even more, unsure of what insanity had driven him to do it. He had said the party could use a little hell tonight, but what had that meant? Was it because their intentions were true, and they truly didn’t care if your were a half-daemon like Wooyoung had insisted upon that first night, or were they simply using you as a pawn? Did they simply want to thank you with a night you had only ever dreamed of before, or was their invitation merely a way to rile up the humans?

And then there was the way San had complimented you. It was different than before. The others, including Hongjoong, had all complimented you before, but those were nothing more than teasing nicknames and playful remarks. Angel was only a reference to your time as the Black Angel, and pretty, was well… just something they said to amuse themselves with the reaction it could pull from you. Tonight, however, San’s words had been different. It had been in the shift of his tone. And in the way his fingers had tightened their grip, as though he was afraid you would slip right through.

You shook the thoughts away, fighting the blush that crept back on your face as your mind ran through the scene once more, hating how easily you had melted at the words. He wasn’t being serious. He couldn’t have been serious. He hadn’t been thinking clearly when he had said it, clouded by the image before him to remember exactly who you were. To remember exactly what you were.

The answers to everything were back in the ballroom, but how were you going to get them? We’re you just supposed to wait until one of them approached you or were you expected to come to them, yourself? Without knowing exactly where you stood with any of them, it was impossible to tell. They had seemed lenient enough with you back in the camp, but it was a different world here. A world where you were reminded just who they were and not the man who stood guard over you. They were the eight most important daemons and you were, well, you. Would they simply react the way they always did if you were to approach or would they punish you for daring to approach without permission?

Your thoughts were interrupted when you heard rustling behind you. Turning around, you expected to find one or both of your siblings, or perhaps even San when he realized you had lied to him. What you hadn’t expected to see was Hayoon and the twins in tow.

“You’re fucking kidding me. It was you?” Hayoon’s eyes hardened as she recognized you, lips puckering as she took in your appearance with a newfound disgust. “He picked the fucking mutt over me? What the hell are you even doing here?”

“I-”

“So that’s what she’s been doing since she got sent over to them,” one of the twins - you had never took the time to get to know them well enough to tell them apart - was quick to add as they approached you. “Fucking them in order to get some kind of favor, huh? Tell me, which one did you do it with to get this dress?”

“I can’t believe this. What the hell got in your head to think it would be okay for you to show up tonight, let alone in that thing.” Hayoon’s eyes raked over the dress, jealousy evident in her gaze. “My father said marriage was in the talks and that I should be sure to get his attention to secure it, but I can’t get him, let alone any of his stupid generals to even look in my direction thanks to you.”

“Well, well, well, would you look at this.” The other twin broke Hayoon’s ranting, finger pointing towards the golden mark gleaming in the moonlight. “She was the traitor after all. She was the one who killed that lady. She had to be. Daddy said they requested her by name, after all, so she must have been in league with them for some time now.”

“What did you even hope to gain from it, you stupid whore?” Her sister asked, head cocking. “I mean, you do know what they do to mutts like you, right?” She tan a nail against her neck, mimicking the act of them slitting it. “Did you think helping them would get you into their good graces? Did you think fucking them would keep them from killing you?”

“You do realize you’re nothing more than a pawn to them?” Hayoon was close enough for you to smell the alcohol on her breath, but her eyes were sharp. “That the only reason they’ve been entertaining you this whole time is to you use you against us? My father said marriage was in the works, but I’m not an idiot. I know the daemons would never dare to mix their blood with the likes of us. They’re too prideful for that. They’re just using you as a toy to mock us. Dangling you in front of us as a way to degrade us.” Her finger trailed against the fabric wrapped around your upper arm. “So, just what are we to do with this pretty, little plaything of theirs, girls?”

She grabbed hold of the fabric, tugging hard. The sound of it ripping left you gasping, making you wonder what was going to happen to you when they realized the dress had been ruined. You didn’t have the means or money to fix it.

“Hayoon, are you sure we should be doing this?” The twin on the left asked, more hesitant now that Hayoon seemed willing to act on her frustrations. Her eyes glanced back at the entrance to the balcony, as though worried of getting caught.

“Relax, Sunnie, they’re going to kill her once they’re done with her. We’ll just be doing them a favor when we beat them to it. After all, she is a traitor, so we’re only doing the right thing by turning her in once we have our fun with her.” She took the wine glass from your hand and tilted the rest of the contents onto the front of it, staining it beyond repair. “Oops, my hand slipped.”

You knew you should do something to defend yourself, either by words or actions, but you found yourself shutting down at the haughty expression Hayoon wore. After all, what if she was right? What if this really was nothing but a game for the daemons? And you were just a pawn to get back at the humans? That they would kill you once they were done with you.

Was this why they had brought you here tonight despite your insistence it was a bad idea? Did they dress you up and pull you out into the dance floor to attract trouble your way? To ensure something like this would happen to you? To ensure the humans would punish you, so they could use your death as an excuse to exterminate them all? And that they had only marked you as a means to see the war through to the end?

“What’s going on here, angel?”

Between the voice that spoke directly in your left ear to the arm that was suddenly snaking it’s way across your waist, you couldn’t keep from jumping. You weren’t they only one surprised by their sudden presence, and Hayoon stumbled backwards, eyes wide and blinking as she took in the figure who had just materialized behind you.

You didn’t have to look behind you to know who it was. Even if you hadn’t recognized the voice, you knew it was Seonghwa. While you had been confused by how quickly he had moved the night you had saved him, you had since come to learn his daemon ability had something to do with teleportation.

“Are they bothering you, pretty?”

You had a hard time deciphering the emotions running through you. You were relieved at his presence, grateful that he had come to your aid, but the venom that laced his voice kept you on edge. You didn’t have to look at him to know he was enraged. You could feel how tense his muscles were behind you, and you knew Hongjoong must have been observing you in your absence and had sent Seonghwa before things got out of hand. Whether this was because they were truly upset by the way the girls had spoken to you or because they were simply telling the truth behind the daemon’s behavior, you weren’t sure. Neither option ended with a positive outcome and the image of Hak Seongmin dead in the streets ran through your mind once more.

“No, I’m fine.” You tried to wriggle your way out of his grasp, growing more panicked as the situation began to escalate. If you didn’t do something quick, someone was going to end up in major trouble. “We were just talking.”

“Oh, are these friends of yours?” Despite your attempts at escaping, his grip on you was tight, fingers digging into your hip.

“Uh-huh, we’ve been friends forever.” Hayoon’s expression shifted at his response, eyes glittering dangerously as she took full advantage of his ‘mistake’. The innocent smile batted his way all but proving she was not aware of the danger in his stance. “I came out to compliment this beautiful dress of hers; it’s just a shame she spilled her wine. She’s always been a little clumsy.”

“Is that so?” Seonghwa twirled you around to face him, free hand roaming to the front of your dress that was no soaked. You couldn’t suppress the shiver his touch against your bare skin brought, the dark glint in his eyes lightening momentarily as his finger traced against the blade of the sword etched there. “It must have just slipped.” Oh, he knew. He definitely knew. “Why don’t we get you inside to warm back up, huh, pretty? The others have been eager to see you.”

“I… Mu dress, though. I should probably-“

“Invite your friends? What a wonderful idea, angel.” His hand raised to your face, cupping your cheek with a look that shook you to your core. “I’m sure the others would love to meet them.”

“Really?” Hayoon had a hard time holding back her surprise, but she recovered quickly, shooting a smug smirk in your direction when she thought Seonghwa wasn’t looking. The twins, however, seemed a lot less interested in Seonghwa’s offer, eyeing the two of you carefully as they whispered to each other behind Hayoon. “It would be an honor, sir.”

The last thing you wanted was to go with them. You knew something was up with Seonghwa. His grip was tight enough around your waist that you were afraid it would bruise, and the smile he sent your way was strained, not even remotely reaching his eyes. He was terrifying enough as it was when you had been with him before, but it was nothing compared to the scene now, and you couldn’t suppress a shiver from coursing through you when he dragged you along after him.

Hayoon, oblivious to the tension between you and Seonghwa, attempted to strike up a conversation with him as you went. She batted her eyes and hit him with the sweetest smiles she could manage, but Seonghwa didn’t even look in her direction. And once she realized her efforts were in vain, her smiles vanished altogether, exchanged for scowls directed towards the object of his fascination, you.

It would have unnerved you if your mind hadn’t already been elsewhere. Any fear you had felt towards Hayoon and her threats, and even Seonghwa, dissipated when the person he was taking you to finally hit you. Unless he decided to be mysteriously missing once more, you were finally going to meet Hongjoong. You were finally going to meet the daemon king.

“Seonghwa, I can’t do this.” Upon hearing you speak, he leaned his head towards you to better hear you, fingers drawing you all the closer towards him. A motion Hayoon was quick to pick on beside you. “My dress, it’s ruined. I can’t go in front of him or the others like this. Just let me go home, please? I want to go home.”

“It’ll be okay, angel. It’s our fault this happened. We told you we would keep you safe, that nothing would happen to you tonight, but we failed.” As you made it to the steps, his grip tightened once more to keep you steady. “The last thing any of us cares about right now is some stupid dress.”

“But-“

“Let’s just go see the others for a bit and then we can all go home, okay?” Seonghwa’s expression did soften this time when he looked down at you. “I promise.”

You wanted to tell him that defeated the whole point of your argument. As much as you did take relief in hearing you wouldn’t have to stay here for much longer, it did nothing to relieve the fears you had confessed earlier. It did nothing to get you away from having to see him. But any argument you might have been about to voice fell away as you took sight of the group you were approaching.

Despite the fear clawing it’s way through you, your eyes were quick to lock onto Hongjoong. He sat in the middle of the group, leg propped up as he lounged and looking every bit the king he was. His hair was multicolored, black on one side and white on the other, strange, but oddly fitting of his other features.

Mingi was bent over on his right, listening to something he was saying, but popped up as Seonghwa approached with you in tow. His dark eyes ran over your figure once before stepping away, allowing Hongjoong’s full attention to be on you as he disappeared to do whatever it was he had just been tasked with.

“Your majesty, I present to you Miss l/n y/n, the Black Angel.” Seonghwa’s grip released you as he bowed before stepping away to join the others and leaving you alone before him.

Unsure of what to do or how to act, you decided the best course of action was to follow Seonghwa’s lead and lifted your skirt to fall into a deep curtsy. You didn’t trust your voice enough to speak, so you remained silent. What would you have even said if you did find the courage? The proper etiquette for a situation such as this one was unknown and foreign to you. After all, never in your life did you think a moment like this one would ever come to you. Never in your life did you think you would be face to face with the daemon king.

He was silent at first, face unreadable as he took in your shaking figure. You didn’t dare look him in his eyes and stared at the floor instead, hoping he wouldn’t be upset by the fact the dress he had given you was now beyond repair.

“It’s a pleasure to finally meet you in person, angel.” He rose from his seat to approach you, and after only ever hearing his voice inside your head before, it felt strange to hear him speak to you out loud. “As well as to finally thank you for everything you’ve done for us.” It took everything in you to not flinch when he reached for your hand, but it was impossible to control the shiver that overtook you when his lips brushed against your knuckles. “You’ve done a great service to your king and your kindness will not be left unrewarded for much longer.”

“Please, you’ve already done so much. Any service I might have done to aid you had been paid in full already. No further reward is needed.” If he really wished to reward you like he said, he could do so by answering the questions that had been haunting you for the past weeks, but you didn’t dare voice this in front of him.

“Perhaps, but that doesn’t change the fact I feel my gratitude has remained unmatched by your kindness and grace.”

His head tilted and you were acutely aware of the way your hand was still grasped firmly in his. As much as you wanted to pull it away and disappear from his intense gaze, you found yourself leaning into it all the same. His mere presence was awe-inspiring. You could feel the power rolling off of him, the intensity of it far surpassing any of his generals, and yet, as terrifying as it was, it was also… inviting. You felt bare and exposed beneath him, and yet there was still a warmth to it hidden beneath the surface, as though inviting you to let his aura fill your entire being and make you whole once more.

The trance was broken when someone cleared their throat behind you, grounding you back to reality. You were swiftly reminded of the three other girls standing behind you awaiting the introductions Seonghwa had promised them. Hongjoong also took note of it, golden eyes glancing behind your shoulder and smile faltering as he took them in.

“These are your friends, are they not?” He spit the word out, as though the mere thought of them being anything resembling it was sickening. “Go see Jongho for me, will you, angel? I’d very much like to talk to them.”

“C’mere, angel.” Jongho called out to you, extending a hand towards you. Hongjoong used the grip he still had on you to extend it in his direction without allowing you to decide for yourself if it was something you wanted. Jongho’s hand was gentle, but firm as he brought you over towards him. His eyes were darker than normal and body tense as he pulled you close to him, masking his usual bashful behavior around you.

“Your highness, it is a pleasure to meet you.” Hayoon approached first, the only one who still seemed interested in this meeting, and drew herself into a deep curtsy. “I am Ahn Hayoon. My father is the lead councilman of Maehwa.”

“My interest doesn’t lie in introductions tonight as I’m already well aware of who you are.” There was a shift in his tone, dark and commanding. Even Hayoon seemed to be taken back, not quite as smug as you expected her to be when he stated he already knew who she was. “I’m far more interested as to what happened out on the balcony earlier.”

“I apologize, but I don’t quite understand what you mean.” Her face fell, eyes flickering towards you, almost as if she was asking for your help. Asking you to back her claims up. “If you’re referring to the dress, her hand slipped.”

“Ah, yes. And please remind me, was this before or after you threatened her life?”

“What? No, I-“

“‘They’re going to kill her once they’re done with her. We’ll just be doing them a favor when we beat them to it.’ Isn’t that what you had said? That you’ll turn her over to the authorities once you’ve had your fun with her?” A smile had crossed his features, but it wasn’t the same smile he had shown you moments earlier. There was nothing kind about this one. "Tell me, just what sort of fun were you referring to?"

“What does it even matter? She’s just a mutt. You already plan on killing her once you’re done with her anyways.” Hayoon’s face was pale, but she didn’t back down, frustrated by the fact you had seemingly still been picked over her and fueled by the alcohol she had consumed. “Whatever it is that she’s done for you, she just did it to save her own skin. She’s-“

But whatever other insults she was going to throw your way was replaced by a low gurgling and her hands flew up to her neck. In a movement faster than you could properly comprehend, Hongjoong had slit her throat; the only sign he had done it was the blood now dripping off his extended claws.

“Oops, my hand slipped.” He laughed, running his tongue over one of the nails to taste the blood that now stained them. “How disappointing,” his face fell, “it’s terribly bitter.”

Your entire body froze, heart nearly stopping as you watched her body slink to the floor.

He had killed her. Just like that. No questions asked. And all for what? Because she had threatened your life? Because she had offended you?

“You fucking monster!” A few scattered screams rose up, alerting the rest of the crowd of the murder that had just taken place, but it was Hayoon's father who drew your attention. "That was my daughter!" The high councilman of Maehwa made his way across the room, collapsing to his knees next to her body with a strangled cry. He was too late though. Hayoon was nearly beyond saving now. "You!" His finger pointed straight to you, eyes glistening with tears and yet glaring at you like this was all your fault.

Was it? Was this your fault?

“Get over here and save her. That’s an order.”

You knew you needed to move. You knew you needed to listen to him and pull yourself back together and try something to save her. She was gone, you knew that, but you couldn't just stand there and do nothing either. But no matter how much you screamed at your legs to move, you were frozen in your spot, paralyzed by fear. Your eyes were glued to the blood dripping off Hongjoong's hand, wondering why you had ever let your guard down around him. Why had you ever let your guard down around any of them? They were killers. You knew that. You had seen it.

Oh, god. Was Hayoon right? Were you next?

"Oh, that's an order?" Hongjoong bent down to match the man's eye level, head tilting to the side as though them ordering you to do anything for them was ridiculous. He grabbed the councilman's chin with his hand, bloody claws still extended and digging into his skin. "And what will you do after she saves your daughter's life, hm? What gratitude will you show her? A noose, perhaps? For taking the precious attention you and your daughter so desperately craved? You pigs make me fucking sick."

While the majority of the crowd watched the scene unfold in horor, glued to their spots in a similar fashion as yourself, a few attendees had made an attempt to escape through one of the two doorways leading out. But despite them remaining open, something was blocking them from leaving. Something invisible. Something that left their pounding fists bouncing back off uselessly.

"This woman has saved thousands of your soldiers and citizens and what have you done to show your appreciation, huh? What have you done to thank her?" Hongjoong dropped the councilman's head in disgust, standing to address the crowd. "She risked her life countless times to ensure the soldiers you left for dead had a second chance at life. Stayed up countless nights to brew the potions you took to save your own and not a single ounce of gratitude was ever shown her way. You punished her for the smallest of crimes. Claimed she was poisoning you. called her every derogatory name you could think of, treated her like she was less than you. You would let her die without a second thought, and yet, despite it all, she still worked tirelessly to help you. But that all changes tonight. Tonight, you'll pay for your crimes."

"C'mon, angel. Let's get you out of here." Jongho began to pull you away, guiding you to the stairs behind you.

"Why? What's going to happen?" You struggled up the stairs after him, nearly tripping on your skirts at his quick strides. You legs still struggled to move, the scene of Hayoon grasping at her throat repeating over and over again. If it wasn't for his tight grip on your waist, you though you would very well collapse. "What are you going to do?"

Your eyes glanced behind you as you traversed the upper level to the main door, unable to hear anything else Hongjoong was saying over the panicked crowd around you.

You didn't like Hayoon. Hell, if you were truly being honest, you would even say you hated Hayoon. Hated her for the way she had treated you. Maybe you had even wished she would known what it felt like to be the one on the other side, to get a small taste of her medicine, if just a little, but that hadn't meant you had wanted her to die.

"Nothing that you need to worry about. All you need to know is that you're safe with us now. None of these pigs will ever harm you again."

Jongho weaved his way through the crowd effortlessly, and the invisible barrier that had kept them from leaving had no effect on you as he guided you through the doorway with ease.

Jongho closed the doors to the hall once you were through, shutting out the noise of the room behind you. He seemed to breathe easier now that you were both out and motioned for a nearby daemon guard to grab your cloak before the two of you stepped outside. His shoulders were still tense, but his grip on you had lightened, fingers no longer digging into your skin.

"What the hell is happening, Jongho?" You pulled away from him as you found your strength once more, eyes narrowing. You didn't know what madness they had planned, but you knew nothing good was about to go down on the other side of those doors. Whatever it was, it was something they didn't want you to see. Something they didn't want you to know about. "Where are you taking me?"

"Has it... has it really always been like that for you?" Despite your obvious frustration, his gaze softened as he took you in, no longer in a hurry now that he had gotten you out of the main hall.

"What are you talking about?" You tilted your head, slightly caught off guard by his sudden change in topic.

"That girl. She treated you so horribly, even in front of Hongjoong, And the others..." His words were soft as he tried to reach for you once more, but you stepped back from him before his hand could touch, causing it to just fall short. "I could hear what they were saying about you. What everyone was saying about you. You've saved so many of their lives, and yet, the only gratitude they seem to show you is to allow you to keep breathing."

"So? It's nothing new." Your arms crossed, attempting indifference. "I've been treated like that since I was born. That's the price you pay when you're someone like me. You should know that. It's not like the daemons have ever treated us any better. Or has the fact you just kill us when we're born blinded you to the way we're treated when we're allowed to live?

"This," you motioned to your figure as you continued, to the dress that still adorned your body and the castle you were still standing in. "This isn't me, Jongho. This dress, this party, the people. None of this is me. They never have been and they never will be. Not for someone of my status. It's just the way that it's always been. It's the way it will always be. Hayoon knew that and you killed her for it."

Oh, god, why had they killed her?

"She was going to have you killed, angel."

"That didn't mean you had to kill her!" Your arms wrapped tighter around your body, unable to suppress the shiver that racked your body as your mind replayed the scene once more. "I didn't want you to kill her."

"I'm sorry, angel, truly, but she resigned herself to her own fate. You're under our protection and anyone who threatens the lives of those under the golden crown are punished with death. Hongjoong had no choice but to-"

"Choice? There's always choice." You spit back. "The law said I should have just let Seonghwa die, and yet I chose not to. So don't tell me you didn't have a choice. The only one who doesn't have a choice here, is me." You were done playing the nice and safe act. You were done playing their game. "So, what the hell is going on? And don't give me the fucking Hongjoong excuse. I want answers. Now."

"And you'll get them, angel, I promise. Let's just get you home and out of that dress. You can take a bath to calm down and change into something more comfortable, okay? And then we can talk. How does that sound?"

You shook your head. "I'm not going anywhere with you."

"I know you're upset, y/n, and I can understand your frustrations, but will you please just come with me? I really don't want to have to force you back to camp."

You would have laughed at the irony of his words if it wasn't for the fact they had swiftly reminded you of the fact your siblings were still inside. In the midst of your panic, you had all but forgotten about Soomin and Hyunwoo, and your breath caught at the thought of them still being in there. Of something happening to them.

You scrambled back to the door, fingers prying at the handle to open it back up, but Jongho stopped your movements before just as it started moving.

"Let me go!" You struggled against his grasp, fighting to get back to the door. "My siblings are still in there!"

"y/n, please. You don't need to go back in there. Your siblings are fine. Mingi escorted them out a few minutes before we left. They'll be waiting for you back at camp when we return."

This made you stop. "They're at the camp?"

"Of course. We know how much they mean to you." Jongho smiled, taking advantage of your shocked state to let his fingers brush along your cheek, fully taking in your wide-eyed expression. "So, what do you say? Shall we head back and join them? The others will follow once they've finished taking care of a few things."

"If I agree, you'll answer my questions, right? You'll tell me what's going on?"

"You'll have to wait until Hongjoong returns, but yes. He promises to answer any and every question you might have for us." Jongho nodded, taking the cloak the guard had brought back and wrapping it around your body for you. "Is that okay, angel?"

You hated the sincerity he was showing you. How could he treat you with such softness after what had just happened? After everything they had done? Acting like he hadn't just willingly let his king murder someone and then following through with his orders without batting an eye. Acting like he was innocent in all this. Hongjoong may have killed Hayoon, but he was just as guilty for the role he had played.

Damn hypocrite.

Jongho flinched, making you half-wonder if he had just heard what you had called him in your head. Based on the frown that tugged at his lips, you assumed he had, but felt no ounce of guilt for it. After all, if he didn't want to hear how frustrated you were at him and the others right now, he shouldn't have gone digging through your mind.

"You already know the answer to that," you began your reply to his earlier statement, ignoring the pained expression that had crossed his face as you pushed past him to start the long walk back. "After all, we both know I don't have a choice."

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Birthday Serenade: Song Mingi oneshot

Pairing- Mingi x reader

Genre- smut,tipsy sex, fem!reader, established long term friendship, confession, friends to lovers, tension building, birthday sex, normal life AU

Warning-smut, tipsy sex, unprotected sex

Word count-2,619

Summary-You wanted to celebrate your birthday by having a karaoke night with friends except only one shows up and it’s who you least expect.

You tapped your foot anxiously as you waited in the karaoke room you rented. You look at your phone in your lap but it didn’t light up at all indicating any notification.

Earlier you got a barrage of, “Sorry girl.” And “Hang diff time got busy” messages. Disappointment.

You felt your stomach turn in knots. It was your birthday and you thought making an invite for a group karaoke evening would be enough to pull your friend group back together and out of their busy individual lives. Ever since everyone went their respective ways it was always missed texts and endless late responding to just one text from days prior.

You leaned back on the couch, the loud music and singing in other rooms making you focus on how dull your room was.

A knock on the door, probably the waitstaff, you were going to order the most alcohol you could to at least make this fun if it was just you.

You opened the door and looked up at who was on the other side. Mingi.

“Hey, they said the reservation was for this room.” His dark eyes scanned the empty room, “I guess I’m the first to show up.”

It had been months since you last saw your friend Mingi. Last you heard he was attending evening classes for some program at a university nearby, helping at a family members restaurant and working on some music producing with a friend he met.

You were surprised to even see him show up, usually he never came to events and honestly him never responding to a group text was normal. The fact he was here and was the only one here felt like you were special.

He rolled his shoulders and threw his coat on the couch, drenched in rain drops.

“I think I need a drink.” Mingi plopped himself down on the couch and looked up at you as he stretched his long legs.

Staring at him now you noticed how much effort he put into dressing for this outing. Usually when you saw him it was utility pants and a sweatshirt and some sneakers; tonight he was wearing a thick sweater, black denim and some boots you would’ve never imagined lived in his closet. He even styled his hair, he had managed to make his slightly grown mullet look like something an idol would flaunt.

He cleared his voice, “You order anything yet?”

You shook your head, a tinge of sadness hitting you.

You sat down next to Mingi and bit your lip as you both stared at the T.V screen flashing colors in waves.

“Y/N, anyone else say they were coming?” Mingi leaned forward and grabbed the tablet to scroll through the drink menu, you watched as he checked some.

“Our friends suck.” You muttered as you stared blankly at the wall.

He laughed through his nose, “Yeah, they do. It’s why I branched out.” Mingi turned to look at you and smiled a toothy grin. “I’ll treat tonight. Just got a fat check from the restaurant yesterday so I think it would go best to helping out someone on their birthday.”

——-

“How many songs has that been?” You laughed as you caught yourself against the wall. Mingi laughed as he tripped and landed on the couch.

You both managed to make the coffee table in the karaoke room look like a liquor store. Your cheeks felt warm and between the dancing and singing your legs no longer felt like your own.

Mingi tapped the mic making sure it was still on and acted like he was a show announcer, “I think that would be 15 songs.” This wasn’t even funny but sent you both into a laughing frenzy.

“Water, I think we need water.” Mingi was messing with the tablet to request the waiter bring water to the room.

You were still swaying with no music playing. “I think we need to sing some more.”

Mingi nodded, his eyes taking you in. “Water first.”

You playfully puffed your cheek and then proceeded to plop yourself next to him on the couch. Suddenly feeling sentimental.

“Thank you for coming Mingi. I really appreciate it.”

You felt your throat getting scratchy.

He shook his head and smiled, the way he smiled made his eyes look like crescents and it made your chest tighten. “It’s really no problem. I wanted to catch up anyways.”

A knock at the door signaled water had made its way. You watched as Mingi went to get the order from the waitstaff. Your eyes analyzed and roamed over his body, you had never caught yourself looking at him this way. He was becoming a different Mingi than the one you followed to school as a kid. A pang of jealousy hit you. He probably was talking to someone now, especially now.

He gracefully sat your glass on the table in front of you, “Drink up.” You watched his throat bob as he gulped down the clear liquid. Mingi let out a refreshed sigh and sat back down next to you,seating himself in a way he draped his arm on the back of the seat and spread his legs. Careless comfort.

“So what’s new with you?” He raised a brow and smiled tight lipped.

You thought as you drank the water, the cool sensation easing your burning throat.

“Nothing really. Finishing up my last semester of Uni. Looking at jobs. Still haven’t found time to get laid and still have no real friends.” Your cheeks burned and your mouth fell open at the realization of what you said. “Oh my gosh, I didn’t mean to say that. Ugh I’m so sorry.” You contorted your face in embarrassment as you looked down at the ground.

You listened as Mingis’s deep laugh echoed the room, “Nah it’s honest. I respect it.”

You looked back up at him, he was watching you with playful eyes. His freckle on his cheek was still the same as you remembered.

You cleared your throat, “What about you?”

You waited as he ran a hand through his thick hair and appeared in deep thought. “Hmmm, I quit Uni. Wasn’t for me. I joined a dance group and some of the guys got me into helping them make music. And I’ve been helping at my Aunt's restaurant. Haven’t found time to get laid and I’m making time for real friends. Especially people who are important to me.”

So you counted as a friend, that was unexpected.

“Oh and no. I’m not seeing anyone right now.” Mingi grinned like the menace you knew.

You rolled your eyes, “I honestly am surprised.”

You grabbed the music selection tablet and picked the first song that came on, some slow lovers jam that you knew from middle school.

You shot up and focused on the screen, singing along to your heart's content.

Shit you forgot this was a duo ballad.

Mingi casually sang along while sprawled out on the couch watching you while he sang the male counterpart.

The way he looked at you, it was giving you an inkling of more than friends. You wanted to cross that threshold. Your curiosity and need knocking at your door. The way his dark eyes held your gaze made your cheeks and ears go hot.

You then belted out the powerful female verse feeling a wave of freedom crashing into you. Now the closing verse.

Suddenly, you felt a hand hold your lower back while you sang, hearing the words on the screen echo in harmony. You turn to face Mingi who was close behind you dueting the final verse, looking down at you passionately. Your body heated. His hand burned into where it was now on your hip. The song ended and you felt yourself raise on the tips of your toes to lightly press your lips on his. He didn’t pull back but instead pulled you in closer, dropping the mic on the floor as you dropped yours and ran your hands into his hair pulling him down to your level. His soft lips parted as his tongue playfully swiped against yours, deepening the kiss which earned him a soft moan that escaped your chest. His hands gripped your lower back pushing you more into his built frame. You carefully pressed your hips on his painfully hard erection as you continued to capture his swollen lips with yours.

“Gotta lock the door,” he half whined, music to your ears. He pulled away quickly as he went to switch the latch on the door, giving you both the privacy you needed. Feeling apart from him so sudden made your brain over work with thoughts of anxiety.

“Are you sure you want to do this?” You faced Mingi head on as he came back to you, his hands intertwined in your hair.

“Y/N, I think it goes without saying I’ve been into you. For a while.” His voice was deep and certain.

You had so many questions. Mingi cocked an eyebrow, but his face might as well have been carved out of stone. His voice was flat and hardly amused when he replied, “I’ve been into you for years.I just have been in my own head and couldn’t find the guts to tell you.”

A breathy laugh escaped your lips, you tried to play cool and retorted, “It helps you actually showed up for once.”

Mingi bristled. You knew poking at him was always sure-fire ways to get some very satisfying banter from his otherwise easy going and relaxed manner.

”And that’s on me,” Mingi said nonchalantly as the corner of his mouth raised playfully. “Maybe it’s time we finally resolved this between us.”

“Show me.” You murmured, sliding your fingers along his jawline.

Biting your lip you studied his face, his perfect face. “I think we have an hour left before they charge us more.” He spoke as one of his hands roamed further down pushing up your dress and pulling down your panties until they fell to your ankles, you eagerly stepped out of them, proceeding to slide off your shoes in the process.

“That’s more than enough time. I’m going to make you mine and you won’t be able to take a step for the rest of your life without thinking of me,” Mingi sensually threatened, visibly losing his patience.

He pulled you with him onto his lap as he sat down on the couch, you were straddling him pressing your thighs into him. His hands drifted past your hips and landed on your ass, pulling you closer to him. You moaned at the action, but pulled away softly. He chased your lips, making you laugh as his own landed on your neck.

“Wait, let me pull this off.” He immediately stopped, sitting back to look you in the eyes. You smirked as you grabbed at the end of your dress, pulling it up and over your body, throwing it somewhere in the room. He swallowed thickly, his eyes wide in surprise. You felt his hands tighten on you.

His eyes broke from yours, trailing your body and making you burn all over.

“Show me.” You whispered breathlessly. He sucked in a breath as his hands slid up your body, strong hands gripping at your chest softly. Closing your eyes, you relished in his firm touch, pushing yourself closer to him. “Please!” You almost whimpered. His lips were instantly pressing wet kisses to your jaw, your mouth letting a content sigh out into the open. Reaching down to his pants, you quickly began unzipping them and trying to push them down his thighs. Quietly, he took your hands away and pushed the pants down his legs and to the floor as you stood on your knees as you straddled him, eagerly he pulled his sweater over his head in one swift movement. Immediately without hesitation, your hands were grabbing at him, a hand rubbing him through his underwear. He let a moan out, head falling back onto the plush couch. Soon you were pulling his boxers down and revealing him to you. He barely opened his eyes at the action, another deep groan escaping him.

“Tell me what you want, birthday girl.” He spoke warmly into your ear. Smiling up at you.

“Song Mingi.” You murmured, grabbing at his face and pulling him to kiss into your mouth. You moaned at his touch, pushing yourself to your knees and lining yourself up with him. You pumped him a few more times, his tongue pushing into your mouth as you did. Closing your eyes you pushed down, allowing him to fill you up in all the best ways. A breathy moan left your mouth, Mingi pushing his hips up at the feeling. You grunted at that, eyes opening to see a satisfied grin plastered to his face. You ran your hands across his shoulders and down his chest, stopping at his lower stomach. His toned body tensed at your touch, his hands cupping your ass and pulling you up.

“I wanna ride you.” Amazed, he nodded, allowing his hands to slide up and rest at your lower back.

“Mingi!” You moaned out as you sunk back onto him. You watched as he watched you, his large hands warm on your back. His eyes drooped, watching you as you slowly picked up the pace. Slowly his hands reached up to pinch at your nipples, making you moan loudly.

“You like that?” You nodded as you pushed yourself down again, Mingi grunting at the pressure. Suddenly you were being held close to his chest as he flipped you onto your back. He held your left leg out, fingers gripping your thigh to keep your legs spread as his other hand pushed down on your stomach. You yelped at the new position and pressure as he hit that special spot beautifully. His lips leave a fiery trail across your chest, soft mewls pushing past your lips. Wrapping your arms around his neck, you pulled his body closer to yours. His sweat slicked skin slid against your own, his chest pushing against yours as he pushed into you. Your toes curled and your eyes closed in pleasure.

“I’m so close!” You gasped out.

“Damn, me too!”

He desperately grabbed at your hips, pulling you into him faster and stronger with each thrust.

“Please, like that!” You whined.

“Yeah? You like me fucking you like this?” You couldn’t even respond to his question, the Mingi you knew rarely spoke like that. It sent you over, feeling your high build quickly. His fingers were quick to rub at your clit, your body jerking sensitively.

You moaned loudly. Your nails digging into his muscular back. He groaned at that, his hips stuttering as he fucked into you one last time. You smiled up at him as you felt his warmth seep into you. “You like it when I fill you up?” You nodded shyly, your cheeks tingling. “I love to see your beautiful face, hearing you moan all for me.” He said simply, his voice deep and ragged. Your flush face burned even deeper under his comment and stare. After a few minutes of relaxing, he began to pull out, causing you to whine in over sensitivity. “Happy Birthday.” He spoke weakly as he got up. He then smiled down at you fondly. You playfully rolled your eyes as he helped you onto your feet. Stepping in front of him, you smiled up at him and wrapped your arms around his neck. He gave you a perplexed look as you spoke, “Walk me home and keep me warm tonight? You know if you don’t have anywhere else you’d rather be.”

“I think I can manage that.” He smirked.

and if i stay (j.yh + p.sh)

summary: sequel to room for three - a year has passed, and things are going well, until yunho watches watches another man flirt with you.

note: 18+ content, minors DNI. // i just can't stop thinking about husband yunhwa, so please have this absolute smutty and fluffy brain rot.

warnings: non idol!yunho, non idol!seonghwa, fem!reader, established yunhwa relationship, mmf, jealous!yunho, rough sex, oral (f receiving), oral (m receiving), rough oral, praise, gratuitous use of good girl, mean!yunho, double penetration, the return of the cute husbands - please let me know if i missed any.

pairings: yunho x seonghwa x reader

genre: smut, angst, fluff

word count: 12.3K

my masterlist || read it on AO3 || part three; their gift

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

For the first thirty minutes though, it’s chaos. The gallery where the event is hosted is a labyrinth of contemporary art installations amid white lacquered walls, a maze of intellectuals and their cocktails standing between you and the much larger room where a small stage is erected for Seonghwa’s publisher to announce him, and for him to read a few passages from his new work. 

Like all things in your life, it goes slightly wrong at first before it goes right. Yunho is stuck in traffic, shooting off frantic texts to you about exactly how far he is and seeing what you can do to stall the event. You can feel Seonghwa’s nerves coming off him in waves when you finally make it back to him, pushing through the throng of people and past the empty stage to the quiet side room. He’s pacing, adjusting his tie again and again, and you know he’s having a hard time without the calm center that is his husband. 

“Seonghwa,” you murmur to him, standing in the doorway and hoping you don’t disturb. 

His head snaps up and you can see the way his hand is gripping a copy of his book, “Hey,” he says. 

“He’s on his way,” you assure him, “I just talked to him.” 

“On his way like he’s five minutes away or on his way like I still have to start this thing without him?” Seonghwa asks. 

“Somewhere in the middle,” you settle, “but he’s hurrying,” 

“He’ll get himself killed on the highway in that stupid car if he’s not careful,” Seonghwa sighs and tosses the book down onto the table, slumping back against it and resisting the urge to drag his hands through his hair. 

“You’re going to do so well, Hwa,” you step towards him, in his space now but not yet touching.

“Thank you,” he breathes, but he shakes his head, “I just do better when he’s here.” 

“I know,” you nod, and he lifts his eyes to meet yours. 

His leg bounces nervously and he sighs, heavy and sounding exasperated, “He keeps me calm, I always just look to him when I’m doing a reading,” 

“I know,” you repeat, soothing him. You reach out and rest your hand on his. 

He turns his hand over to interlace your fingers, his leg stilling, and he squeezes your hand as he takes deep breaths. Pulling his book back over with his free hand he flips it open to the bookmarked section, “Are you sure about this passage?” 

“Absolutely sure,” you reply without hesitation, “we all agreed that it sounded the best as a stand-alone,” 

“Right,” he nods, and you think back to two nights before, tangled up in bed together and pouring over his book to find just the right words for him to say. Yunho had stroked his lover's back with a steadying hand, giving him calm guidance and assurances. You know that’s what Seonghwa needs now, even though you also know the minute he’s on stage he’ll turn on the performance without hesitation. It’s just getting to the stage that’s the problem. 

“Do you want to read it out to me one more time?” You offer.

He silently skims the passage, his tongue darting out to wet his lips and he shakes his head, “No, no, I have it.” 

The sound of rushed footsteps is a sudden comfort – you were close to pulling Seonghwa up and convincing him to get out to the stage, but you know the presence behind you is Yunho before you even exhale out your sigh.

“Hey,” he sounds out of breath, and as you turn, Seonghwa stands and breaks his hand from yours. Yunho looks frazzled, his suit jacket a little wrinkled at the bottom, you suspect from laying on the back seat of his car instead of hanging in a garment bag like Seonghwa would have preferred. None of that really seems to matter now though, and Yunho finds his husband’s eyes, visibly relaxing when he does, “I’m so sorry – I’m, it, there’s no excuse, I’m sorry,” 

Seonghwa shakes his head and reaches for him, “It’s okay,” he sighs, long, letting Yunho pull him into a hug, “I just needed to see you before I went out there,”

“I know,” Yunho nods. 

In moments like this, even a year after you first bumped into them in the bar, you sometimes feel like you’re encroaching on their relationship. Yunho leans back from Seonghwa, holding his face, and dips forwards to kiss him, tender and slow. Seonghwa melts, leaning into Yunho’s chest and exhaling softly. 

When their lips part Yunho smiles, “I’ll be near the back wall on the left side, okay?” 

Seonghwa nods. 

“You’re going to be perfect,” Yunho soothes, his voice deep and warm, “and they’re going to love the book.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa nods, but you can hear the lack of confidence in it. His two previous releases, while received well, were done quietly. His book events in the past were small, private, and with much less fanfare, no stuffy literary critics ready to pass judgment. 

“Please,” Yunho rolls his eyes and you smile, “y/n and I are going to have to talk to a bunch of pseudo-intellectuals all night and pretend we care about… Sartre or whoever,” 

“Who would be talking about Jean-Paul Sartre at this?” Seonghwa laughs. 

Yunho rolls his eyes and shakes his head, “I don’t know but I wouldn’t put it past any of them,” 

“Okay, okay,” Seonghwa clears his throat and straightens up, “I’m ready,” 

Yunho smiles wide, leaning in to give him one more kiss, “I love you,” he assures him. 

“I love you too,” Seonghwa smiles, and you notice just how steady he is, calm and confident now that he’s had a moment to be grounded. He steps away and tucks the book under his arm, before reaching out for you and pulling you towards him. 

You stumble forwards in your heels with a squeak, but Seonghwa’s hands are sure, and he brings you in for a kiss. With a sigh as he pulls away he holds your eyes, “Thank you,”

“Always,” you squeeze his hand, “now get out there,” 

Seonghwa smooths down his jacket and disappears through the doorway to find his publisher and you turn to Yunho. He laughs immediately, “I think I’m parked illegally,” 

“Of course you are,” you grin and he reaches for your hand to pull you into his chest. 

“Hi, sweetheart,” he sighs, wrapping his arms warmly around you, “how are you? You look beautiful,” 

“Good,” you nod, “I’ve just been running around today. Is everything alright with your client?” 

He makes a dismissive, irritated noise, “Fine, he just wouldn’t stop talking and the meeting ran over time, but it’s not like I can tell him to stop, he’s paying the firm a lot of money,” 

“Mm,” you nod, understanding completely, “but it’s okay, you made it.” 

“We should get out there,” he says as the sound of a mic being tapped echoes through the gallery and Seonghwa’s publisher starts speaking. 

“Let’s,” you agree, and Yunho dips for a quick kiss before stepping away. 

You head back out with him to the main space of the gallery, Yunho’s hand warmly positioned on your mid back, his thumb brushing along your bare skin where the dress dips low. You make it to the back corner just as Seonghwa is introduced and together you watch him step on stage. He’s dressed smartly, his suit fitting exactly, and where you once saw nerves you now only see cool confidence and a bit of swagger. 

When you glance at Yunho, you smile. He’s watching Seonghwa with awe, but you also recognize the glimmer of desire in his gaze seeing Seonghwa so commanding and you’re sure tonight is going to be a memorable one once you all make it out of here and back into bed. 

Seonghwa reads three passages, his voice honeyed, the enunciation of his work is crisp and paced. The room listens with rapt attention, making the right noises at the right parts, and when he finishes and closes the book there’s a long breath of silence. Nervously, you glance at Yunho, but his eyes are steady on Seonghwa, centered. 

The applause is sudden, and you watch Seonghwa light up at the fond reception, moving to thank everyone for coming into the microphone and telling them to enjoy the free drinks. It takes about three seconds for someone to notice Yunho as the crowd starts to break up, and before you know it he’s caught in a conversation with someone who wants to talk about how it feels to be married to such a promising young writer. 

You touch his arm gently, “I’ll grab us some drinks,” 

He gives you a grateful smile, and then turns back to his conversation. 

You slip away, weaving through the crowd to the open bar. Thankfully at these events, you’re still able to fly under the radar. While Yunho and Seonghwa don’t make an active effort to hide your relationship, they also don’t advertise. After months of casual sex, you’ve simply became a fixture in their lives. They liked you, much more than they would have assumed, and their routine of going out to find a new partner every few months disappeared. They kept you. But it’s still only been a year, and labels so far haven’t really felt necessary, so there’s no need to find a way to describe what you are to each other. 

When you finally make it up to the bar, you select two glasses of white wine and start to make your way back. Yunho is still in conversation with the person who interrupted you both before, so you slow to a stop. You’re not sure if you should let the conversation run its course or save him from the interaction, so you decide to give it a moment and see how it plays out. 

Standing between large panels of brightly colored canvas you wait, studying the splattered mix of colors before you. 

“Do you like the art?” A voice startles you out of your fixed gaze on the painting, and you turn towards it. 

“Excuse me?” You ask, seeing now the source of the question. A man stands to your left, and you take him in immediately. He’s handsome, if not a little rough around the edges looking, with smooth, tan skin and dark eyes. He’s dressed well, in a satiny black suit that closes at the front, a sliver of his bare chest visible at the base of his throat where the suit parts, and a fine delicate silver chain hangs from his neck, disappearing down his chest. His hair is sandy, long, and the right kind of messy. 

“Do you like the art?” He gestures with a hand towards the painting, repeating his question for you. 

“Oh,” you blink, recovering a bit and realizing just how close he’s standing to you, but you make no move to shift away. You glance back at the painting, “Not usually, but this is nice,” 

He smiles widely at your honesty, and you find yourself noticing more little things about him. The dark freckle on his lip, the matching one under his left eye, his ears adorned with silver piercings. He nods, “Me too, I never know what to say to people at these things.” 

“Ah,” you smile, “so I take it you’re just here for the event?” 

He shakes his head, “I’m just here for the food,” 

You laugh, and he smiles wide again, his eyes direct and sparkling. You know he’s flirting, but you don’t necessarily mind. “That’s a nice suit if you’re just here to eat,” you tease him. 

He shakes his head again, brows knit together, “Well I am here for someone, it’s just not the book.” 

“Oh?” 

“My friend owns the gallery,” he admits, and then nods towards the painting you’re both in front of, “and this is his,” 

“Oh!” You exclaim, “You’re a friend of Hongjoong’s?” 

“You know Joong?” His eyebrows raise and he shakes his head, “He never told me he knew a girl this pretty, I’ll have to have a word with him later.” 

You don’t mean to blush, but you’re sure you do and you turn towards him a little more. “I don’t know him that well,” you concede, “but we’ve met a few times.” 

“Ah,” he nods, and you watch his eyes flick down to the wine glasses in your hands. He deftly takes one and smiles, “I take it this is for me?” 

“Presumptuous,” you laugh, but let him take it. 

“Maybe a little,” he takes a sip of the wine, his eyes never leaving you, and then takes a step forwards, moving into your space a little tighter, “so, beautiful girl, do you have a name?”

“I do,” you reply smoothly. 

“And are you going to tell me your name, or should I guess?” He takes another sip from what should be Yunho’s glass.

“It’s y/n,” you offer. 

Some kind of recognition sparks in his eyes, he’s heard your name before but he can’t remember where. He nods, “I’m Wooyoung,”

“It’s good to meet you,” you take a subtle step back and sip your wine, putting an extra inch of space between you.

“My night is certainly better now,” he says, and you’re about to open your mouth to protest but he continues, “tell me, are you free tonight?”

You shake your head and he pouts just slightly before saying, “Ah, I thought I could help make your night better too,” He coasts the back of his knuckles down your bare upper arm, soft and quick, removing his hand and returning it to his pocket before you can really register it. 

“I’m sure you did,” Your eyes flick over him. 

His narrow for just a moment, and the edge of his flirting fades, “Am I misreading things?”

“I would think so,” Yunho’s voice is abrupt, no trace of anger or irritation, just matter of fact, and he moves close to your side. He slips a hand over your hip and presses a kiss to your temple, “there you are, sweetheart,” 

Wooyoung’s eyes dart between you both and he takes a step back. It’s incredibly obvious what Yunho is doing, but it works. He doesn’t hang on you, simply slides his hand off you and moves to stand at your side just as he normally would, before extending his hand out to Wooyoung for a shake, “Jeong Yunho,” 

Wooyoung takes it, shaking it firmly and you can’t help but find the whole thing a little ridiculous and territorial, except that something deep in your belly fluttered at the tone of Yunho’s voice when he appeared. Wooyoung clears his throat, “Jung Wooyoung,” 

Yunho smirks almost imperceptibly at the shared surname before pulling back his hand and this time letting it rest warmly on your upper back, just at the base of your neck. 

“I think this was meant for you, then,” Wooyoung lifts the glass and then shrugs, “apologies.” 

“No harm,” Yunho replies, “I’ll get another.” 

You cut in there, looking up to Yunho, “Is Seonghwa still making the rounds?”

He nods but doesn’t break his gaze on Wooyoung, “We’ll be stuck a while, I’m sure,” 

Understanding dawns on Wooyoung’s face and he laughs to himself, your name and association with Yunho and Seonghwa knitting together in his mind. Hongjoong had mentioned you, it was just not in the context he would have hoped for. 

You look back to Wooyoung, an eyebrow quirked, and he shakes his head, “I see why you called me presumptuous now,” 

Yunho smiles at that, and you nod, “Mm,” with a shrug you smile, “sorry about that,” 

“No, no,” Wooyoung holds up a hand, begging off, “it’s fair enough. I should let you go and see if I can find Hongjoong,” 

“It was nice meeting you,” Yunho cuts back in, ending the conversation there.. 

“Yeah, it was nice meeting you too,” Wooyoung says to him, and as he starts to step away he gives you one more charming smile, “have a good night, beautiful girl.” 

Yunho’s hand tightens slightly on your skin and your stomach flips.

As Wooyoung fully turns away, he holds his glass of wine up once more, “And sorry again about the drink!” He’s gone through the maze of people in a second and you're left alone in front of Hongjoong’s painting with Yunho. 

“Well,” he breaks the silence after a moment, “he seems like an ass.” 

“I think he was a little embarrassed,” you shift away from him so you can face him and talk to him a little more easily. 

A brief expression crosses his face but he relaxes quickly, “I wouldn’t call it embarrassment,” 

“Well, anyways,” you shake your head, “we should get you a drink either way.” 

There’s a cord of tension suddenly between you and you’re shocked by your own response to it. A piece of you wants to roll your eyes and tell him to calm down, irritated at the way he was staking a claim on you, but the other piece has your stomach tight and an image of Yunho bending you over the first available table flickers through your mind. 

“Let’s go, and then let’s go find Hwa,” his tight expression clears, and he smooths his hand down your back again to steer you forwards. 

You end up staying at the event for two and half more hours and accidentally making eye contact with Wooyoung from across the room four more times, nearly bumping into him once when you go to say hello to Hongjoong. 

Not a single time escapes Yunho’s notice. So much so that by the end of the night Seonghwa is quietly asking his husband if something’s wrong. It takes another fifteen minutes to clear out of the gallery and find Yunho’s car, poorly parked in a clearly yellow zone with a ticket tucked under his windshield wiper. 

The ride home starts quietly, Yunho driving and Seonghwa in the passenger seat. Yunho’s hand is tight on the steering wheel, and you can barely believe he’s let Wooyoung’s naturally flirty nature get under his skin so much. You watched him flirt with at least three other women there, it was just clearly who he was. 

Seonghwa finally breaks the silence, “So are you going to tell me what’s going on?” 

Yunho sighs, his hands relaxing, “Everything’s fine,” 

“You really seem like everything’s fine,” Seonghwa says, throwing you a glance. 

Yunho smiles and reaches across the middle of the car, smoothing his hand over Seonghwa’s knee, “I’m sorry, everything’s fine. You know these things wear me out a bit, but you were great. Everyone was saying such good things about the book,” 

Seonghwa relaxes, “Good, okay. It felt like it was received well,” 

You lean forward, resting your hand on his arm, “All I heard were good things,” you assure him, “and you sounded perfect on stage.” 

“Thank you,” he rests his hand on top of yours, “I’m sorry you both had to make small talk all night though,”

“Oh, no it’s fine, I had a nice time,” you assure him. 

Yunho makes a small noise and you glance to him. You’ve never had an argument with either of them before, but all of a sudden it seems like Yunho is spoiling for a fight, and you had never pegged him to be quite so prone to jealousy. 

“Okay,” Seonghwa looks between you both, “what is going on?” 

“Nothing,” Yunho repeats, but then adds, “y/n met someone new, so I think she did enjoy herself.” 

Seonghwa is no stranger to that expression and immediately things start to click into place for him. Your jaw sets in annoyance, “Yunho, stop it. I’m not friends with him,” 

“I didn’t say friends,” Yunho shakes his head, “I saw the way he looked at you, and he was not interested in being friends.” 

“Fine,” you sigh, “you’re right, he wanted to take me home, but I’m obviously not there with him. I don’t understand why you’re so upset about this,” 

“I’m not upset,” he counters.

“Yunho,” you lean forward in your seat to see him better and he glances back at you. 

“Put your seatbelt on, what are you doing?” he waves you back.

You listen, but you catch the way Seonghwa rolls his eyes, and it seems like this kind of sudden type of response from Yunho isn’t completely out of the blue. 

You click the seatbelt into place, “There, happy now?” 

“That you’re not going to go flying out my windshield? Yes,” he huffs. 

“Alright,” Seonghwa finally interjects, “let’s all just relax.” 

“Fine,” Yunho says, but you can’t let it go. 

“Yunho,” you keep your voice calm and even toned, “he was flirting with me, yes, but I didn’t go home with him. You can’t get upset over every man that flirts with me. It happens,” you watch the twitch of his lip in the rear-view mirror at the idea and you can’t help yourself. You press his buttons further and you have no idea why, “It happens more often than you think.” 

His hands tighten on the wheel and Seonghwa sighs, “She’s right,” he says, “you really don’t need to get so upset about this.” 

The muscle in Yunho’s jaw tenses and relaxes, and he sighs heavily, “I’m sorry,” he glances up in the mirror to meet your eyes quickly before refocusing on the road, “he just bothered me. I don’t like the way he was talking to you, propositioning you like that.” 

You smile, but Seonghwa says it before you have to, “You mean like we did?” 

“That is completely different,” he protests.

“Is it?” You laugh, “You literally saw me across a bar and took me home. Arguably that’s more cliché,” 

“Alright, alright,” he says, exasperated, and checks his mirror to start merging into his exit lane to get back into their neighborhood of the city. 

“You’re cute when you’re jealous though,” you smile, “I thought you were going to smack that wine glass out of his hand for a second,” 

Seonghwa laughs and looks back at you, “He is,” he agrees. 

Yunho relaxes, letting you both poke fun at him and tries to let the image of Wooyoung inches from you in that dress fade from his mind. He knows you’re right, of course, you weren’t home with Wooyoung, you were with them just like always, but the niggling uncomfortable feeling in his gut just won’t go away. 

It takes another ten minutes to make it to their garage and up to the door of their apartment, but once inside you let out a sigh and slip off your heels, “I’m going to change, and then should we eat something?” 

“You didn’t eat at the party?” Seonghwa cups your cheek. 

“I did,” you assure him, “I just want something more substantial,” 

“I’ll make you something,” he kisses you quickly and starts for the kitchen. 

You smile at Yunho as you pass, and he returns it, loosening his tie and kicking off his own uncomfortable dress shoes. When you come back out to the kitchen you’ve changed, dressed now in soft cream sleep pants and a fitted tank top. Over the past year, you’ve gotten comfortable letting them take care of you. They had told you that on the first night you met, but at the time you had assumed they meant strictly sexually. You certainly didn’t expect a section in their closet and regularly home cooked meals, but they’re surprising like that. 

Seonghwa is still fixing you a small, light meal when you lean on the kitchen bar next to Yunho. There were plans for the night, things you all previously discussed that would be a special treat, but after the little disagreement in the car you’re wondering if Yunho’s still in the mood. 

You lean against his arm, and he glances over, “Hey,” 

“Hey,” you smile.

A beat passes and you watch as Seonghwa clicks off the burner and starts to plate your dinner. You rest your hand on Yunho’s arm, “Are we okay?” 

“Of course, we’re okay,” he answers immediately, “I’m sorry I got short with you,” 

“It’s fine,” you squeeze his upper arm softly, “but I promise there was nothing to worry about, he’s just a flirt.” 

“Mm,” Yunho nods, and you notice the way his fingers tap out a pattern on the bar. You push off the counter and you’re about to move away from him to meet Seonghwa in the main part of the kitchen when Yunho says, “Why did you flirt back if you weren’t going to go home with him?” 

“What?” You look back to him, Seonghwa immediately dropping the pan back on the burner and turning towards the conversation. 

“Why did you? It’s an easy question,” 

“Yunho,” Seonghwa’s voice is firm now, “you’re out of line.” 

“I just,” he sighs and turns towards you fully, standing tall and imposing above you, “I’m just trying to understand.” 

“I’m not having this conversation,” Anger bubbles up inside you and you push past him, but Yunho catches your arm in his hand. 

“I’m sorry,” he says again, “I’m being an ass, I’m sorry,” 

His words slow you down and you let him maneuver you back into his arms. Pressing close you shake your head, “You need to let this go, okay? It was fine at the gallery, but Wooyoung was trying to get under your skin, and now you’re letting him. This kind of jealousy isn’t sexy. It’s…”

“I know,” he insists, “god, I know,” 

“Okay,” you push up on your tiptoes and lean forwards, pressing a kiss to his chest where his shirt is unbuttoned and parted open, “I’m here with you, and there’s nowhere else I would rather be, okay?” 

He wraps his arms around you, dropping his lips to your hair. When you both pull away, he brushes his fingers along your cheek and dips down to kiss you properly, dragging you up against him so that you’re perched on your toes and holding onto his arms for stability. It starts soft, but you feel it when it shifts, his fingers gripping your waist more firmly and his lips parting to better access your mouth, tongue against yours. 

You gasp against his lips when he presses you back two steps and your back connects with the kitchen bar. He slides one hand to hold your back, and drops the other flat on the counter, fingers spread wide to stabilize you both as he kisses you harder, encroaching on your space in every conceivable way. 

His hand moves down, slipping into the waistband of your pants so he can grip the bare skin of your backside, and you release a surprised moan when he squeezes and kneads your plush skin. You break your lips apart, pushing him back a little, and you drink him in. He looks hazy, panting and his eyes blown out. 

“What are you doing?” You hold him, your back aching against the island behind you. 

“I want you,” he dips to kiss you again. 

You press backwards so he can’t quite reach you, “Yunho,” 

It’s clear to you now that he hasn’t quite let the evening go, but with hands on you like this and his hot breath on your cheek, your mind flicks back to the earlier image you had conjured in the gallery. Yunho standing over you, your body bent over a table and your skirt pushed up around your hips. His hand in your hair. Wooyoung’s face flashes next, the idea of him seeing, realizing you could never be his. 

Desire quickens in you, and you swallow hard, “I,” you start to say. 

“I’m starting to feel like I should be a little jealous,” Seonghwa’s voice snaps the spell and Yunho falters back a step. 

“Hwa,” he says, “fuck,” 

You expect the worst, but as you turn you see Seonghwa shake his head, and then he turns to you, “Are you alright?” 

You nod and he sighs, “Do you want to stop?” 

You cut him off with a shake of your head. Seonghwa and Yunho share a look, one you’re not sure you’ve ever seen before. 

“Don’t stop then,” Seonghwa moves towards you both, and your eyes are on him when you feel Yunho tug down your sleep pants and underwear before hoisting you up so that you’re leaning back on the bar countertop, your hips hanging off and fully supported by his arm around you.

“Fuck,” you breath when he pushes your legs open wide and steps between them, his hands working at his trouser zip for a second before he frees himself. 

“Be quiet,” Yunho directs you, and your mouth clamps shut. He strokes his cock to draw himself fully hard, and then sinks two fingers inside your cunt without a word. 

You jerk, gasping at the intrusion, but when he finds you already wet that’s all he needs. He shifts between your thighs, and before you can exhale the breath caught in your chest, he pushes inside you with one firm snap of his hips. 

You weren’t quite ready for him, and the stretch burns. He draws out of you and then back in with another sharp thrust, and a strained noise leaves you, one hand flying to his back to grip onto him. 

He meets your eyes, pausing for a moment and he adjusts to better support your hips in his hands, letting you fall back onto the counter top, your back against the cool stone. His eyes are dark, hair falling in them as he holds you steady on his cock, “Did you want him?” 

“What?” You blink, focusing now on his words. 

“Tell me,” Yunho says, “did you want him?” 

“No,” you shake your head, and he looks down, his eyes studying the place where your bodies connect. 

He thrusts hard, “I don’t believe you,” 

“I didn’t,” you insist, your fingers gripping the granite beneath you for purchase but slipping. 

“I saw you,” he pumps faster, and you watch his mouth drop open at the sensation of your hot channel around him, “I saw how you looked at him,” 

A rush of heat runs up your body at another sharp thrust, the head of his cock now rhythmically stroking that tender place inside you, and you feel the blush erupt across your chest and sweat at your brow. A harsh moan leaves you and you reach for him, but he doesn’t take your hand, “Baby,” you whine, “I didn’t, I promise,” 

He shifts forwards, hovering over you now, and sinks one hand into your hair, tightening against your scalp, “Aren’t we enough?” 

Words don’t come, and it dawns on you that the desperation in his face is real, the fear of you leaving with someone else is palpable. His words sink into your chest and he pants above you, “Don’t we give you everything?” 

“Yes,” you inhale sharply and grip onto his upper arms now that he’s hovering above you, “Yes, baby,”

“You let him touch you,” he drops his head, unable to hold your eyes any longer and you can’t answer him. 

He doesn’t slow his pace, and you arch against him at a shock of pleasure directly up your spine, a breathy moan suddenly on your lips. Your head falls to the side, and you see Seonghwa, leaning on the edge of the counter across from the bar, quiet and watching. You’ve been with them individually now, and always with the other watching, but this feels different. 

Yunho slams his hips forwards and stops suddenly, and you gasp against him, an unexpected whine leaving your throat. He brushes your hair back from your face with his wide palm, bringing your face back to his. He searches your eyes, and you can feel him trembling above you, just a little, “Would you have gone home with him?” 

“No,” you lay your hand softly on his cheek. 

“If we weren’t,” he sighs, “if you weren’t with us, would you have gone home with him?” 

“I don’t know what you want me to say,” your voice is almost a whisper. 

“Say no,” his hands tighten on you, and he starts to move his hips again, slow, and steady. 

You twitch under him at steady pressure on your clit, but hold his eyes, “Yunho, you don’t own me,” you murmur. 

Yunho’s jaw sets tightly, and he pushes off you, his cock sliding out of you as he steps away fully, and you brace yourself on the counter not to fall off the edge and instead ease down. He tucks his still hard length away and refastens his pants before running a hand through his hair and turning on his heel, disappearing down the hallway. The bathroom door slams with a sharp sound and nervous tightness floods your chest. 

“Come here,” Seonghwa’s soft voice murmurs from next to you, and he helps you step back into your sleep pants. 

“Hwa,” you turn to him, emotion tight in your throat, “what is going on with him?” 

“He can be like this,” Seonghwa says, his eyes soft. 

“Can he?” You look towards the dark hallway, barely believing it. 

“When he wants something? Yes,” 

“I don’t understand,” you slump into one of the bar chairs, “he has me, you both do,” 

Seonghwa glances towards the hallway himself, sighing and finally, finally meeting your nervous gaze, “Do we?” 

“How could you ask me that?” The night is officially starting to twist out of control.

“Listen,” he steps forwards and takes your face in his hands, “you know we don’t see anyone else. We love having you here, you know this. But we’ve never asked the same of you,” 

“Oh,” you soften under his hands, his words starting to make sense. 

“We don’t pry, we don’t know where you go every night. It’s not our place to ask,” He clarifies, “but if you think we like the idea of you with another man, let alone seeing you with one?” 

“We were just talking,” You press, “if that’s a problem then we need to have a much different conversation.” 

“Of course, it’s not a problem,” Seonghwa shakes his head, “that’s not at all what I meant,” 

“Please,” you sigh, “then what do you mean?” 

“Do you think you’d like it if Yunho and I saw other women?” Seonghwa asks, trying to explain himself, “If you came to meet us for a date, and you saw us talking to another woman like that?” 

A tightness knots in your stomach, “No,” 

“It’s like that,” he explains, “and we’ve never asked you stop seeing other people, but knowing that you might be is very different than seeing you talking to a man who you could go home with,” 

“I’m not seeing other people,” you say simply, and suddenly he looks relieved. 

“You’re not?” 

“No,” you shake your head, “I haven’t since we started seeing each other more regularly, that’s what… five or six months? You could have just asked me,” 

Seonghwa nods, looking down for a moment before he says, “We didn’t want to ask that of you when we weren’t sure what we could give you,” 

“Seonghwa,” you pull him closer, “I want this, just what we have, but I don’t want it with anyone else.” 

“So tonight,” he trails off. 

“A misunderstanding,” you explain, “Wooyoung is a flirt, and I won’t lie to you and tell you he isn’t good looking or charming, but that’s all,” 

“I’m sorry,” he drops his forehead against yours. 

“You don’t have to be sorry,” 

“I should have stopped things earlier,” he murmurs, “Yunho wasn’t thinking clearly, and he was too rough with you,” 

You shake your head, “I didn’t say stop,” 

“I know, but,”

“But nothing,” you shake your head again, “I wanted him too, but now…” you twist your head and look towards the still quiet hallway, “I should talk to him.” 

“Yeah,” Seonghwa kisses your forehead and steps away, “Go to bed, I’ll wrap the food up for later and be right there,”

“Okay,” you nod. 

In the bedroom you wait, sitting on the edge of the bed and listening to the sound of the shower through the bathroom door. The water is still running when Seonghwa walks into the bedroom, unbuttoning his dress shirt and running a hand through his hair. 

“I’ve never seen him angry,” you murmur to Seonghwa, “what can I do?” 

“Usually, he just works things out for himself,” he replies, “he doesn’t even share it with me most of the time.” 

The sound of running water cuts off and you reach for Seonghwa. He comes closer and sits on the edge of the bed with you. 

“This is weird,” you shift to push him back a bit, sitting between his open legs and pulling his arms to wrap around your torso, “that’s better,” 

Seonghwa smiles, hugging you to his chest and kissing your bare shoulder, “Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” you rest a hand on his thigh. Not touching him feels worse than anything, and now you’re so used to always having your hands on each other when you’re here, the centering calm of their warm skin on yours. Sitting next to him, passive, with space between you is foreign and cold. 

Seonghwa holds you, his fingers tracing patterns on your skin as you both wait. When the bathroom door finally opens, you sit up and Seonghwa follows suit, his arms loosening but not leaving you. 

Yunho's hair is wet and messy, and his skin is mostly dry except for the beads of water that still hang on his bare shoulders, a white towel hangs low around his hips. When he sees both of you on the bed waiting, he pauses. 

His voice is gruff, and he clears his throat, “Hey,” 

“Hi, baby,” you murmur, “are you okay?” 

His brows knit together, “Yeah,” he sighs, “I should be asking you that.” 

“I’m fine,” you dismiss, “I’m not upset,” 

Yunho’s eyes flick from yours to his husband’s and you feel Seonghwa nod behind you. You reach for Yunho, open palm extended and he moves to you and takes your hand in his. 

“Can I be honest with you?” You ask him, giving his hand a squeeze. 

“Always,” 

“You’re scaring me a little,” 

His expression drops, “What?” 

“I understand how you feel,” you tell him, “but you can’t ever accuse me of something like that again because you’re angry. I have never and would never do something like that to you.” 

His cheeks go pink, his ears heating red with embarrassment and he drops his eyes, “I’m so sorry,” 

“Come here, please,” you tug his hand down and he drops down, kneeling in front of you to rest between your knees, and you interlace your fingers with his. You stroke the back of his hand with your thumb, “Seonghwa helped me understand,” 

“He did?” Yunho meets his husband’s eyes, and you can see the nervous swell of emotion there. 

“I’m not seeing other men,” you say it clearly, simply, and Yunho’s gaze snaps back to yours, “I haven’t for a long time. I have no interest in sleeping with or dating anyone else. I want to be with you and Hwa, for as long as it feels right for all of us. I love being with you both, and I would never, ever hurt either one of you like that.” 

“Oh,” he can’t think of anything to say, but he lays a hand on your thigh warmly, giving it a squeeze. 

“Men are going to flirt with me sometimes,” you continue, “and that’s all it is.” 

He nods, and Seonghwa unwinds a hand from around you to rest on Yunho’s forearm. Yunho swallows hard and nods again, “I’m sorry, for everything I said,” he kisses the back of your hand, “you didn’t deserve any of it, sweetheart, and I’m sorry.” 

“Thank you,” you murmur, your voice small, and you feel Seonghwa exhale behind you. 

A beat passes and then you squeeze his hand again, “Yunho,” 

He looks up to you, holding your gaze as you pull his hand forwards and press it to the waistband of your pants. His eyes flick down and you see the question is his gaze, “Will you take care of me tonight?” 

Seonghwa loosens his hold and slips his hands to hold your waist, fingertips sliding along your bare skin, and you drop back against his chest.

Yunho looks hesitant for a moment, “Are you sure?” 

“Please,” you nod, “I want you both, I want to show you what you mean to me,” 

Yunho shakes his head slightly, “You don’t have to do that, I was wrong, not you,” 

“No,” you pull him closer between your legs and he comes up off his heels so he can meet you eye to eye, “I want to.” You brush your hand along his jaw, “You didn’t even know I stopped seeing other people… I clearly haven’t shown you much I,” the word catches in your throat and suddenly you swallow it back, it’s something you can’t tell them. You’re together, yes, but the love that exists is between them. It was here before you and it will be here after you, and the night had been hard enough without adding your emotions into the mix. You recover smoothly, “How much I care about you.” 

Yunho nods, and Seonghwa presses his lips to your temple before he says, “We’ll show you too,” 

Yunho’s fingers dip into the waistband of your pants, keeping his eyes on you as he slips them back off while Seonghwa maneuvers your shirt off over your head. Yunho pulls you forwards into a kiss, tender and slow, his hands coasting up and down your bare thighs. 

Behind you, Seonghwa unbuttons the rest of his shirt and tosses it aside. “Lie back,” he runs a hand up your spine and you comply, separating your lips from Yunho’s. Seonghwa widens his legs, and Yunho understands immediately where this is going, gently taking each of your legs and hooking them over Seonghwa’s thighs, holding you open wide for him. 

“Here we go,” Seonghwa soothes, leaning back onto a forearm into a reclined position, “how’s that?” 

He’s always so attentive, warm and concerned for your comfort, and you smile, “Perfect,” 

“Baby,” Seonghwa says, directed to Yunho, “take care of our pretty girl, will you?” 

His words make you twitch against him and Seonghwa hums against your back. Yunho shifts forwards, dipping down low to kiss along your inner thighs, his teeth dragging along your sensitive flesh lightly and making your legs quiver. 

He traces a finger along your slit, teasing gently and earning little pants and sighs from your lips. As Yunho teases, the softest brushes of his finger tip on your clit, Seonghwa reaches around with one arm and cups your breast, holding it in his warm palm. 

“Please, don’t tease me,” you look down between your legs at Yunho. He smiles, leaning back immediately at your words and you clench. He runs a hand through his wet hair to push it out of his eyes and sinks deeper into his position kneeling between your open  legs. It’s moments like this you savor, the anticipation of the night to come bubbling in your chest and the way they look at you. It’s the most honest thing you’ve ever had. 

“Don’t tease you?” Yunho’s lip quirks up, his hand falling away from your core. 

He wants you to whine, he wants to watch you breathless and desperate and aching for something inside you, and he drops his hands into his lap, ready to make you. 

“Hmm,” Seonghwa hums from behind you, the vibrations from his deep tone echoing through you, “I said take care of her,” 

“I know,” Yunho says, his eyes still locked on yours. 

“She needs something to touch her,” Seonghwa sighs, now shifting to tease you too, “look at how needy our pretty girl is,” 

Your hips jerk at his words, fingers tightening on whatever part of Seonghwa you can hold, and Yunho smiles, nodding, “Should we ask her what she wants? Or should we just give it to her?” 

A quiet whine slips from your lips and Seonghwa kisses your temple softly, “We know what she needs,” 

“Please,” the word a whisper. 

Seonghwa slides his hand from your breast, coasting down your stomach and stroking the skin softly, “I didn’t hear you, darling,” 

“Please,” you manage, a little louder, “Hwa, please touch me,” 

“Very good,” he soothes, and he presses down with his fingers, sinking into your wet folds and parting them perfectly, his fingers rocking against your clit with a perfect and sudden rhythm. 

Your hips draw back at the sudden sensation, moaning, and your hand slips off Seonghwa’s thigh to brace against the bed. Seonghwa doesn’t stop, and you shudder, the way that Yunho’s eyes darken as he watches knotting up a tense cord of sensation in your core. 

Yunho bites his lower lip, an unconscious response as you writhe before him, and shifts his hand over the towel around his hips, parting it and starting to stroke his hardening cock. His eyes flick between Seonghwa’s hand on your warm core and your face, his hand working a steady rhythm to match Seonghwa’s. 

“Such pretty little noises,” Seonghwa sighs, increasing the pressure of his fingers, and you inhale sharply, your hips jutting against his hand for the perfect pace. 

“Fuck it,” Yunho dives forwards, pushing your legs apart further with his sure hands on your thighs, and licks a firm stripe up your slit, catching against Seonghwa’s fingers as he does before shifting lower on his knees to better position himself, devouring you. 

You jerk back again, pressing hard against Seonghwa’s chest, your legs starting to quiver as you rapidly plunge to the edge of orgasm. You lock a hand in Yunho’s hair and he groans against you, his hands tightening almost painfully on your inner thighs. “Don’t stop,” you plead, “please, please, don’t stop,” 

“We’ve got you,” Seonghwa’s voice is deep and steady in your ear and you pant out a moan. 

You’re close, dangerously so, and at the sudden push of two of Yunho’s fingers inside of you, long and crooked up just right, your muscles flutter around him and you release, hard and shaking with a dizzy cry. Yunho pumps his fingers in and out of you steadily as you come, slowing down alongside Seonghwa when he knows you’re almost through it. 

Your chest is heaving, and as your sensation comes back to you, all you can feel is their hands on your skin and the way they lovingly stroke it. Yunho has relaxed his grip on your legs, and he leans his cheek against your inner thigh, sighing against your skin and pressing a quick kiss to your flesh. 

“There you are,” Seonghwa smiles, laughing a little, “I was afraid we broke you,” 

You shake your head, but still can’t quite come up with anything to say. Yunho grins up at you, “We might have,” 

They give you a few more moments, but eventually Yunho stands, stretching tall and the towel falls away from his hips. He reaches for you, carefully lifting you off of Seonghwa’s lap and putting you down on your feet, and you hold his biceps to catch your balance. 

Seonghwa stands up behind you both, crossing to the other side of the bed, “Come and lie down for us, love,” 

You shift back onto the bed, crawling across to where he’s standing. Seonghwa finally takes off the rest of his clothes, tossing them aside and he moves back to you, his cock red, straining, and aching to be touched. You settle on all fours at the edge of the bed, licking your lips and looking up at him with hooded eyes, “Like this?” 

He shakes his head though, a small smile on his lips, pleased that you’re so ready and willing to relax into whatever they want you to be. “Let’s get you comfortable,” he brushes his hand along your cheek, his hands guiding you where he wants you, “lie back,” 

He positions you flat on your back, the crown of your head at the edge of the bed. You’ve only done this position with them a handful of times, the first time a little terrifying when you ran out of air and spent fifteen minutes soothing your abused throat, both of them worried they had done too much. But you tried again, and after the third time you worked out a rhythm with them. 

Yunho follows you onto the bed, and you lift your hips up when he presents you with the angled foam cushion that usually stays stowed under the bed. He tucks it under you, and the three of you move in sync to slide you so that your head is hanging off the edge of the mattress and your hips are lifted up and supported just right. 

“Good?” Seonghwa checks, looking down at you. 

“Mhm,” you nod, “let me just,” you shift a little on the cushion, and then nod again. 

Yunho’s hands coast up your legs, massaging your pressure points a little, and then lifts your legs high. Holding your calves, he shifts forwards further and settles into a comfortable kneeling position, his hips now perfectly aligned with yours. He rests your legs up on his shoulders, and then looks down at you, squeezing one of your thighs in his broad hand. “Perfect,” he murmurs. 

“Yunho,” you sigh, “come here,” 

He pushes his hips forwards, the head of his cock pressed against your entrance. Your eyes flutter shut, and you let your head hang, your hands curling into the sheets underneath you and gripping them. He pushes in little by little, taking his time with you now, a little more gentle than normal and you suspect that has something to do with the way he fucked you in the kitchen. 

You whine when he seats himself all the way, his body pressed flush with yours, and he groans tightly when he thrusts once, dropping his hands to hold you better, one hand on your hip and one around your opposite leg. 

“Hwa,” he nods to his husband. 

Seonghwa lifts your head with his hand, and you open your mouth readily, tongue pressed to the bottom of your mouth and relaxing your throat open. He positions himself and as you take a centering breath, he slides his cock through your lips, over your tongue, down your throat. He gives you a moment, making sure you’re comfortable, but when you tap his thigh to tell him you’re ready, he can’t hold back any longer. 

Seonghwa moves first, picking up the pace of his thrusts fast. Your eyes squeeze shut so you can concentrate, tears gathering in the corners already from the overstimulation and limited air supply, but you breathe slowly in and out through your nose and keep your throat relaxed. You almost forget Yunho is inside you, you’re so focused on Seonghwa's thick length stretching open your throat. When Yunho draws his hips back and you feel the sensation of him dragging out of you, you make a muffled moan. 

Yunho’s slower, but picks up the pace, and the sensation of his cockhead steadily stroking over your g-spot again and again has you moaning more, the sound cut off and garbled by Seonghwa’s cock. 

“That’s our good girl,” Yunho’s voice is warm, honeyed and kind, despite the firm strike of his hips against yours now. 

“Yes, she is,” Seonghwa slips his hand into your hair, bracing the back of your head as he continues fucking your throat, “so pretty taking us both,” 

You whine at his words, hands tight in the sheets. 

“Do you like being ours to use, baby?” Seonghwa groans as he feels the head of his cock connect with the soft spongy back of your throat, and the way it tightens at his words. 

A hot flush runs through your body, a blush spreading up your chest and cheeks, and warm pleasure tightens in your belly. The sensations are overwhelming. Yunho’s hands holding you firm, the way your body stretches and shudders around his cock, Seonghwa’s crooning words, his praise at the way you’re offering yourself to him. 

You feel yourself cresting again, dizzy and hot suddenly, and you tap Seonghwa’s thigh a few times in quick succession. He pulls out of your mouth quickly, still holding your head steady, and a desperate cry falls from your lips unobstructed. You blink up at Yunho, “Harder,” you beg him, as if you can almost reach out and touch your pleasure, only needing a little more, “please,” 

He’s panting, a glisten of sweat across his chest, and he twists his head to the side to kiss your calf before he tightens his hold and draws out, forcefully pushing back inside you and knocking you back on the cushion as he does. 

“Fuck,” you moan, “I’m close,” 

Seonghwa drops to a crouch, holding your head steady in his hand so you don’t have to support yourself and kissing your head, “What a mess he’s making of you,” he says, low and pointed in your ear. 

“Oh god,” your body is trembling despite the way you’re held in place, and your mouth drops open. 

“Fuck,” Yunho groans, still thrusting into you, hips crashing against yours like a drumbeat, “fuck, baby,” 

With your eyes on Yunho and Seonghwa murmuring in your ear, your body locks up. You curl forwards, twisting on the bed with the sudden rush of pleasure and Yunho slips his cock free, letting you pull away from him. You’re shaking when he eases his legs off your shoulders, and you look to him immediately. He’s still rock hard, glistening with your slick arousal but still desperate and straining. Both of them still need to come, and despite being a shuddering mess, you want them again. 

Yunho rocks back and out of his kneeling crouch, stretching his legs out long in front of him and you watch him make a slight wince from his knees being bent for so long. Yunho relaxes against the pillows and smiles over at you. Seonghwa strokes your cheek once more, and then moves to settle next to Yunho on the bed, laying long next to him, his still hard cock resting on his husband’s thigh. 

If you had to guess, after the evening you had earlier, they probably both assume you aren’t going to want to try something new, but you do. You’ve wanted them both for months now. You pull yourself up and sigh, a laugh on your lips as you realize just how fucked out you must look. 

“Doing okay?” Seonghwa checks, always wary after taking you so roughly. 

You clear your throat, and though it feels a little tight, you’re fine. You smile and nod, “I’m good,” 

Yunho swallows, and opens his mouth to say something but you’ve already started to move forwards, pulling yourself up on his chest and meeting eye to eye. He chuckles and runs a hand up your bare back, “Hey, sweetheart,” 

“Hey,” you kiss him softly. 

“What are you thinking?” He smiles, “You have a look,” 

“Let’s try,” You murmur, pecking his lips again and reaching for Seonghwa. 

Yunho’s hand stills and he pulls away to get a better look at you, “Tonight?” 

You shrug, trying to keep things light despite the nervous flutter inside you, “Yeah, I mean, that was the plan,” 

Yunho still seems hesitant but Seonghwa leans in and captures your lips, kissing you tenderly and tracing his fingers across your bare skin, “If you’re ready,” 

You nod, and when both of you shift to look at Yunho, he sighs. He’s always been a bit nervous about both of them fucking you at the same time, concious that it might be uncomfortable or even hurt, but you know you’ll be fine. After months of getting comfortable size training with plugs and experimenting with them both, it’s just a matter of you all saying yes at the same time. 

Yunho nods and Seonghwa smiles, hopping up off the bed so he can go to his nightstand and locate a bottle of lubricant. Yunho positions himself a little better, reclined with his legs wide, but still largely seated against the headboard, and then he pats his thigh. 

You move to straddle him, holding yourself up on your knees and sinking down onto his cock again, shuddering at the full feeling. 

“Let’s take our time,” Seonghwa says as he climbs back on the bed and settles behind you, both of you now effectively straddling Yunho’s hips. 

You nod, turning to look over your shoulder, “So… how should we do this?” 

Seonghwa drops a kiss on your shoulder, “Don’t be nervous,” he wraps his arms around you, tucking you into his chest tenderly and settles his hands over your stomach. “You’re trembling,” he observes.

Yunho’s hands run up the length of your thighs, back up and down to calm you, “We’ll take care of you,” he soothes, “we always do.” 

“I know,” you murmur, and let your head fall back against Seonghwa’s shoulder. 

“Hwa,” Yunho looks over you to his husband, “she needs a little warming up,” 

You nod, and Seonghwa kisses your skin again, “Touch her, make sure she’s wet,” he kisses you again, “I’ll do the rest,” 

The hold you, pliable between them, and you can do nothing but let them. Yunho presses his thumb to your swollen clit and starts to rock it in circles, groaning a little when your walls contract in response on his cock inside you. Seonghwa spends time kissing you, his breath tickling your skin as he sucks softly on your neck, one hand moving up so he can flick your nipple slowly. 

You gasp, your body jerking lightly on its own, bouncing only an inch or so up on Yunho, but he nods, “That’s good, you can move,” 

With slow movements you start to lift yourself up and sink back down, fluttering warmth through your body and getting you fully accustomed to his size in this new position. You stay like this for a few moments, Yunho groaning softly below you, Seonghwa tenderly caressing your skin. 

You barely catch the look they give each other, but then Seonghwa leans back from you and Yunho reaches up, “Come here, baby,” he murmurs, pushing your hair over your shoulder as you lean over him. Yunho kisses you, tongue flicking against yours while he holds you steady. 

Seonghwa cups your ass with one hand and squeezes, kneading your soft flesh gently with soothing touches. You make a noise of surprise against Yunho’s lips when Seonghwa finally presses his fingertip to the tight ring of muscle between your cheeks. 

“Just relax,” Seonghwa pets you softly, “we’ve done this part before,” 

You sigh, dropping your head to Yunho’s chest, “I know, I’m good,” 

Seonghwa’s slow, practiced at making sure you feel no pain and you’re properly worked open before he even thinks about fucking you. His fingers are coated in warming lubricant and by the time he’s inserted two inside you and started to scissor them, you’re panting, “Please, I’m ready,” 

“Okay,” Seonghwa kisses your shoulder, “You feel good?” 

“Mm,” you nod against Yunho’s chest and he strokes his hand through your hair. 

Seonghwa shifts behind you and you hear him uncap the bottle of lubricant again, when he shuffles close the head of his cock brushes against your ass cheek and you inhale sharply. You’re starting to feel desperate. Seonghwa strokes your hip, calm and steady, and before you know it the head of his cock is pushing inside you. You gasp against Yunho, your fingers tightening on him at the surprising sensation. 

“There we go,” Seonghwa says softly, sliding in another inch, “how about now?” 

“More,” you nod, “you feel amazing,” 

Yunho chuckles below you, “That good?” 

“You have no idea,” you groan as Seonghwa moves again, this time pushing more, and he must be nearly all the way inside you now. 

“Fuck,” he breathes behind you, his hand suddenly tight on your hips. 

“Are you okay?” You glance back, but the expression on Seonghwa’s face is nothing but pure pleasure. 

“You’re so tight,” he groans again as he thrusts his cock just a little more, “Yunho… you’re,” 

“I know,” Yunho lets out a deep exhale and you shift around to look up at him. 

“Does it feel different for you too?” 

Yunho can only nod, biting his lip when Seonghwa finally thrusts again, this time fully pressed inside you and choke out a sudden moan, pulled from somewhere deep inside you at the sudden buzzing sensation in your belly. 

“Still good?” Seonghwa checks, his voice strained. 

“Yes, fuck yes,” 

“Thank fuck,” Yunho manages, “this is too good,” 

“I need somebody to move,” your hips shift back as if to draw them both deeper and they both make their own little noises of surprised pleasure. 

“You first,” Yunho says to Seonghwa, “let’s see if that still feels good,” 

You lean up, perched on Yunho’s chest, and Seonghwa kisses your shoulder once again before leaning back and starting to thrust. The first drag of his cock out and back in has you dizzy already, you’ve never felt so full. Combined like this they have your body stretched wide, but you can take it, and with every movement your muscles start to relax further. 

“Yunho,” your voice a tight whine. 

His eyes flick back to your face, “Baby?”

“I need you,”

“Are you,” 

“Don’t ask me if I’m sure,” your voice caught in a moan, “please just fuck me,” 

The switch flips instantly, “Hwa, stop,” 

“Why?” You blink your eyes open. 

Seonghwa stops moving but Yunho smiles at you, “Come here, hold yourself up a bit,” he prompts you and with his help you shift your hips higher. Yunho plants his feet on the bed and uses the leverage to pulse up once, an experimental thrust at this angle and you grip his shoulders. 

“Stay just like that for me,” Yunho holds your waist, his gaze darkening and he smiles up at you, “be a good girl and we’ll give you everything,” 

Seonghwa pants pleasantly behind you, humming a soft moan and as your eyes flutter shut they start to work in tandem. If you thought you were stretched before, full before, anything at all before this sensation, you were wrong. You almost lose your grip on Yunho and fall forwards but he won’t let you go. 

“I always knew you could take us,” Seonghwa groans, “but feeling it?” 

You mumble, incoherent words caught in pleasure. 

“Look at you,” Yunho reaches to cup your face, his thumb flicking along your bottom lip where your mouth hangs open, “You were made for us,” 

Hot pleasure expands inside you, the feeling rising up your chest and into your throat and your body trembles between them, sweat slick now and aching but you never want this to end. His words pull another whining cry and his brows knit together as they fuck you. 

“This little body,” he pants, “molded just for us,” 

“Yunho!” your hands tighten on his chest. 

The pace increases, and that’s when it all falls apart inside you. It feels suddenly like tumbling, like you were building up to a perfect pressure and then a snap cracks apart inside you, a weightless blurry feeling to your limbs and a sudden heat flooding up your cheeks.

“I’m going to come,” you hear Seonghwa groan behind you as your muscles lock down around them. 

Yunho locks his hand over his husband’s where it’s anchored on your hip, “Fuck yes, baby, fill up our girl,” 

When Seonghwa comes it’s with a hard thrust, pushing you forwards on Yunho and only extending your orgasm, leaving you shaking, quivering and confused. Your ears are ringing, and when Seonghwa pulls out of you with a groan the sound that leaves you is panicked and tight. 

“Shh,” Yunho murmurs, soothing you. 

With Seonghwa shifting away, Yunho holds you to his chest and rolls you over smoothly, keeping himself locked inside you as he does. On your back your legs fall open, your muscles spent, and he kisses you again, Seonghwa moving to lay next to you both. 

“I can’t,” everything feels fuzzy, your orgasm leaving you tender and raw. 

“Come here, my love,” Yunho murmurs, holding you close as he rolls his hips into you at a slower pace. 

He’s never called you that before, and through the fog you meet his eyes, shining and warm. Seonghwa shifts closer, reaching between you to cup your cheek. “Our beautiful girl,” he sighs. 

Yunho grunts at a particularly forward thrust and catches your eyes again, “Can I have you?” He must be close, but the slow pace he’s keeping up for your comfort isn’t enough, and you nod quickly. 

“Always,” you manage, “I’m yours,” 

His eyes snap shut and he drops over you, fucking you faster and finding the right friction for himself. You hold on, gripping him tightly and Seonghwa shifts, kissing Yunho’s arm, his shoulder, stroking his back and tenderly coaxing him to release.

“You’re ours,” Yunho pants in your ear, and you shudder against him, “you belong to us, baby,”

You nod against him, “Yes, yes,” you’re overstimulated but still feeling lights of pleasure up your spine and you moan, biting your lip and your eyes slipping shut. 

“Say it,” he begs you, “please,” 

His words from earlier echo through your mind - Aren’t we enough? 

You wrap your arms around his shoulders, your lips against his ear, “I’m yours, I belong to you, baby. Only you,” 

He comes with a stuttered cry, falling over you, his cheek against the mattress next to your head, breath shuddering. His weight on top of you quickly becomes too much and you tap his side. Yunho shifts off, pulling his now softening cock free, and for the first time you feel a chill, utterly empty at the loss of them. 

Seonghwa notices your expression immediately, sliding down the bed and finding your eyes, “Are you alright?” 

You nod, and emotion catches in your throat, “Yes, but will you hold me please?” 

Yunho shifts around at the tone of your voice, and they both move in, cradling your body between them. 

Yunho strokes your hair, “What’s wrong, my love?” The first time you weren’t sure you heard it right, but you must have. You’ve only ever heard him call Seonghwa that. 

You push those feelings to the side for a moment and snuggle into Seonghwa’s chest, tugging Yunho’s hand so he’ll come closer and spoon you better from behind. “I just feel like I need you close,” you try to explain, “it was so much and then you weren’t there,” 

“We are,” Seonghwa hugs you closer, “I promise you we are,” 

You rest like this. It takes time for the feeling to come back to your body and for your mind to come through the fog, for the emotions that suddenly welled up to recede again. Seonghwa’s humming softly when you stop drifting in and out of sleep, his fingers in your hair. 

You sigh heavily against his chest, and Yunho shifts behind you, propping himself up on one elbow to look down at you. “Baby?” 

“Hi,” you breathe, and you kiss Seonghwa’s chest before you roll to your back between them. 

“How are you?” Seonghwa asks first. 

“Exhausted,” you smile, “but that was so perfect,” 

“Good,” Seonghwa kisses your palm and goes back to playing with your fingers gently, “we should get you washed up and get some food in you,” 

“Mm,” you stretch, testing out your limbs and the little aches of your body, “I don’t think I’ll ever make it out of this bed,” 

Yunho grins, “Come on, I’ll even keep you company,” he kisses you quick and stands, holding out a hand for you. 

Seonghwa sighs, “I’m going to warm up dinner again, I’ll shower after you.” 

“Oh,” You twist to look at him, “you’re not coming?” 

“I can,” he smiles, “do you want me to?” 

“Please,” 

Behind you the sound of the shower turns on and you know Yunho is warming up the water for you like he always does. Seonghwa touches your cheek softly, and pulls himself out of bed to locate his boxers, “I’ll tell you what, I’ll go preheat the oven and put the dinner in, and then I’ll come meet you in the shower. Is that okay?” 

“Yeah,” you sigh, “that’s good. I just want to be together tonight,” 

“I know,” he says, “I won’t take long, I promise.”

“Shower’s ready,” Yunho calls, and you stretch your tired limbs to stand and meet him. Your body feels sore, but in a good way. 

You meet Yunho in the bathroom, and he brings you up for a kiss, stroking your cheek gently before moving back the shower curtain and helping you step in. He dips you back into the warm spray, taking care with you as he scrubs you clean, somewhat of a post-coital ritual now in your lives. 

“I’m sorry about earlier,” he says quietly. 

“Yunho,” you rest a hand on his chest, “you don’t have to apologize again,” 

“I know,” he nods, “but I still never should have spoken to you that way, treated you that way. I was jealous, and I let it get to me,” 

You nod, rubbing his chest softly, feeling his heart thumping under your hand, “It’s okay,” 

“It’s not,” he shakes his head, “and I’m not normally like that. I don’t like that side of me, but when it comes to people I love, I don’t always make the best judgment calls.” 

The word hangs there between you, and he doesn’t even know he’s said it. He reaches for the shampoo like nothing, but you’re frozen, a knot tight in your gut. He glances and sees your expression, tipping some of the shampoo in his hand, “What?” 

“You love me?” 

His eyes widen, realizing his mistake, “I didn’t mean to say it like that,” he swallows tightly and nods, “but yes,” 

Tears prick at the back of your eyes suddenly, “What about Hwa?” 

Yunho grins, laughing at your terrified expression, “We both love you,” 

“You do?” 

“Yes,” he drops the bottle, letting the water wash his hand clean and pulling you in, “We weren’t sure when to tell you,”

“But what about,” you pull his hand to yours, your finger running over his ring.

“We’ll figure it out,” he shrugs, “none of that matters, we feel how we feel.” 

You dip forwards and rest your head on his chest, he wraps his arms around you snugly and sighs. “Yunho,” you murmur, “I love you too,” 

He kisses your head sinking into your touch, the nervous knot in his own gut dissipating with your words. A quiet knock sounds on the wall by the shower and Seonghwa’s voice floats in with the steam, “Can I come in?” 

“Yep,” Yunho’s voice cracks above you, and for a split second you think there might have been tears in his eyes but he clears his throat and recovers well if there were. Seonghwa steps in, relaxing into the hot spray and looks at you both. 

“What did I miss?” he looks between you. 

You can’t help but grin, they love you. Seonghwa’s warm round eyes assess you and he smiles, still trying to work it out, “What’s with you?” 

Yunho opens his mouth to cut in, but you get there first, “I love you.” 

Seonghwa stills, eyes flicking to his husband and then back to you.

“It’s okay,” Yunho rests a hand on his arm, “I told her,” 

You step closer, wrapping an arm around Seonghwa and tucking in close, “He told me you love me, that you both do,” 

“Oh,” he wraps his arms around you, “well then,” his voice a whisper.

Yunho rests a hand on your back, dipping down to kiss Seonghwa softly, an apology in his expression at the timing but it barely matters. Seonghwa had thought about planning something special, but in the end if you were together that was surely enough. He murmurs his love low in your ear, pulling you up for a kiss and holding you close. 

Under the warm water, both of your boys wrap themselves around you. Breathing steadily together and intertwining your fingers, hot kisses saying everything you’re not sure how to put into words yet. They give you dinner like always, and brush out your hair. They cuddle and caress you and each other on the couch later as you relax, and then ask you about your work week ahead. They spoon you in bed, and ease you asleep, just like always, and in the morning you know for sure, you’re staying for good this time. 

Obsessive | Kang Yeosang | pt. 3

Parts ➞ [one] [two] [three] [four]

Pairing ➞ brothers best friend! Yeosang x (fem) reader

Summary ➞ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it.

Genre ➞ enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits, party au, college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Series Warnings/tags ➞ 18+, sex, drug use (weed), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, friends with benefits cycle, daddy issues, toxic friends, heavy drinking, lots of intimacy, yeosang is a meanie at first, San is a flirt, party, hookups, etc

Word Count ➞ 4.1k

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You awoke in the warm embrace of a man who smelled a bit sweet like vanilla. You smiled as you felt his warm breath hit the crook of your neck, and you let out a yawn while his hair tickled your chin.

His arm held onto you by the waist, holding you tightly against his bare skin. Just as you were in bliss with the feeling of his skin on yours and the sound of birds chirping outside the window, your eyes widened as you put two and two together.

Frozen, you tilt your head slightly, and you come face to face with the beauty of Kang Yeosang. His cheeks were flushed, and his breath smelled sharply like alcohol. Your mouth dropped as his eyes peeked open, and to your surprise he got just as confused as you.

He shuffled away from you, totally forgetting that you were both naked. He covered his eyes when he accidently tore the blanket away from you. “Y/N?” He whispered out, peeking from behind his hands like a child. “Why are you….oh.”

As the realization dawned on both of you, you jumped out of the bed, completely vulnerable to the man you spent the night with. You imagined that his mind was plagued with scenes from the night before just like you were thinking, almost as if it was playing like a movie. You wished you were blackout drunk, but you were well too aware of every single detail, down to every angle of his body. You had to admit, it was nice to think about, especially since you've been subconsciously thinking about him any chance you got.

He stared at you now, eyes wide. He appreciated your body without words or praise, and you now know why you had a weak spot for him. His attention felt like it was forbidden. Kind of like an ache in your heart when you know you can't have something you so desperately need. You craved for more, even after you had every part of him.

It wasn't enough.

“Y/N, I…you are very distracting right now.” He gulped, his brown hair a mess on top of his head. You wanted to fix it, or at least have that excuse to run your hands through it one more time.

You gave up your dignity at this point. All that mattered is that he knew that you wanted more than just one time, even if it was a mistake. “Yeosang.” You hummed, staking a step closer to the bed. Your fingers gripped around the blanket he was holding to his chest. “You remember everything, right?” you whispered, your eyes slanted with mischief as you saw his hesitation.

He stared at you in the eye regardless of his bashfulness, and his lips turned up slightly. “What if I don't?” He asked, but just his reaction to you gripping onto the only thing that covered him up, you knew for a fact he was thinking vividly.

With a slight tug, you pulled the covers back, but not fully. He gasped, but maintained his confidence while you smirked down at him. His eyes were sleepy and his nose was slightly pink, and you leaned over to kiss it. “I’ll make you remember.” you smiled, and then kissed his cheek. You felt him smile then, but he covered it up quickly when he heard a door slam.

“Come here.” He pulled you with strength until you toppled on top of him, and he covered you with the blanket so you were completely hidden. His expression was worrisome, and for good reason. “Be quiet, someone is here.” He hushed you when you made a slight noise, and you weren't gonna lie, that was a bit too attractive for your liking.

He wrapped his arms around you and made himself look like he was just lounging, and you nearly shivered at the feeling of his soft skin against yours. His heart was beating fast and his fingers were wrapped tightly around you, and you couldn't help but think about what else he could do with his hands—

“Yeo, are you up?” Mingi came in then, startling both you and Yeosang. You slid your hands up his torso then, making his breath get caught in his throat. “Have you seen my sister? She’s not answering her phone and she’s not at her apartment.”

“I’m sure she's fine. She’s pretty capable.” Yeosang muttered groggily, holding his breath as you felt up his body. This was entertaining.

You heard Mingi sigh, and you were sure it was obvious that you were under the lumpy covers. “Yeah, but what if she ended up sleeping with some shitty guy?”

Yeosang nearly coughed in shock from Mingi’s words, but he played it off pretty well with a shrug. “I don't know man, but I’m sure she’s fine.”

Mingi didn’t say anything then, but you figured he nodded or something to acknowledge Yeosang. Right before the door shut though, you heard a chuckle. “Oh, and make sure your friend under the covers gets out of the apartment without San noticing, alright hyung?”

Yeosang choked at that, and you got as still as ever. The door shut then, and you emerged from under the sheets to come face to face with a wide-eyed Yeosang.

“Do you have friends under the covers often?” you teased quietly, making sure no one was within the periphery. You watched his eyebrows crease a bit as he looked at you, and he didn't answer.

“What are we now?” He asked, a look of curiosity on his face. You smiled then, and you let yourself tuck the stray hairs behind his ear. You were close. This was the closest you've ever been to him without being drunk, and you didn't want it to end. You also weren't interested in a relationship, and you knew damn well he wasn't either.

“What do you want us to be?” You shrugged, keeping your hands to yourself as he looked from your eyes to your lips.

He shrugged, and his eyes never left your lips. “I don't know, but I know that I want you physically. I know that we can't go back to hating each other.” He hummed, his soft lips looking incredibly kissable.

You gripped his chin then, and his eyes widened again as if you didn't just have sex with him. “Let's just agree then. We can use each other for our sexual attraction.” You smirked. You laughed at his slightly confused expression. “What? You're good in bed, baby.”

“Dammit you're driving me crazy.” He chuckled softly, his expression filled with mischief. “Okay. I’m down with that.” He nodded. You couldn't help but blush at his beautiful smile. You now had the capability to fuck this man whenever your heart desired, and he had the same ability.

You didn't leave his bedroom until you knew for a fact that both Mingi and San were out of sight and out of mind, and you made your merry way back to your apartment with the biggest smirk on your face.

—

After a messy day of classes and a mind only on Yeosang, you made your way to the dining hall to grab a quick meal. But the minute you made a turn towards the building, you caught Mingi running towards you with worry. “Well shit–”

“Y/N, where have you been?” He cried out, gripping your shoulders tightly like the good brother he is. “I was worried when you didn't answer me all day but it looks like you're fine.” He sighed with relief, and you couldn't help but chuckle at his antics.

“Mingi, I’m not a toddler. I can handle myself.” you smiled at him, ruffling his hair up more than it already was. He didn't look like he got the best sleep, so you kept your thoughts to yourself. “Are you getting food too? I’ll eat with you.”

He looked behind you, waving over someone. “I mean, I was meeting Yeosang today , if you don't mind eating with your arch enemy.” He chuckled, and you rolled your eyes.

“He’s not my enemy, he’s…” you felt a presence come up behind you, and you knew who it was just by his scent. “Actually, I hate him with a passion. He's my worst enemy.”

“Who?” He leaned up from behind you, and you jumped quickly, trying to keep your emotions in check with your brother around. “Me?” His voice was like a drug.

Mingi furrowed his eyebrows as he watched your uneasiness. “Oh yeah, you. But you know that already.” He laughed, and they began to walk towards the entrance of the dining hall. “Aren't you coming, y/n?”

You hesitantly glanced towards Yeosang, who was smirking at you unlike his normal glare. You wanted to protest, but you also wanted to get your shit railed at the end of the day.

You followed them in, taking a seat across from both of them after you got your food. You avoided eye contact at all costs. Yeosang however, was staring intently into your soul, which was very unlike him.

Mingi noticed it as he slurped his noodles. “Yo, what’s up with you two?” He frowned, looking back and forth. “You're acting stranger than usual. Did she eat your snacks again?” Mingi rolled his eyes and leaned forward to flick your forehead. “Dumb-ass. You know how he is with his sweets.” He tisked, and you watched how the smirk on Yeo’s face turned into a full blown smile. The sexual tension that radiated from you both was intense, and you wondered how Mingi didn't notice at this point.

You met Yeosang’s strong gaze, and you watched his dark eyes light up with lust. If you could jump his bones right here and now, you would've done it. You swallowed the lump in your throat, and took a sip of your drink. You couldn't help but watch Yeosang’s line of vision drop to your lips as the liquid dripped from your lips. His gaze was even stronger now, and he had no efforts in hiding it.

“I’ll be right back.” You spoke, needing to get out before you did something impulsively.

Mingi nodded but Yeosang sat still, and watched as you made your way to the bathrooms.

After a good few minutes of staring at yourself in the mirror, you splashed some water on your face to wake yourself up from your trance. You took a few breaths, and when you were finally able to bring yourself back to that table, the minute you walked out of the restroom you were grabbed ahold of, pulling you behind the wall away from the rest of the people. “What are you– Yeosang?”

“Shh.” He hummed, pushing you up against the wall. No one was around. It was just you and him, but you didn't know when someone would walk by. “I’m sorry, you just look so hot today so I have to do something.” He hummed in your ear, his hands holding tightly onto your hips. His lips met your ear then, and you hissed in pleasure.

“Not here, someone could see–”

“I don't care.” He smirked, his lips meeting yours now, invading the space you wanted him to cross, even if you said you didn't. Absolutely everything that he does turns you on, and dammit why did you have to be here of all places?

“Can we go somewhere?” He nibbled your ear, his hot breath sending chills down your spine. There was something out the act of doing something like this in public, and there was also something about the tingling in your stomach as you did this with no labels. Friends with benefits? Were you even friends? Is fuck buddies a better way of explaining? Does it need any classification?

You forced the thoughts away, letting him feel up your body in the blind spot of the building. “What about Mingi?” you whispered out, but it was honestly the least of your worries.

Yeosang hummed as a response, pecking your lips quickly before doing it again. “Ah, he’ll figure it out.” He mumbled, a smile on his lips like you got along with him all this time. It is strange how quickly something could change just by a single action. He tugged you by the arm again, pulling you towards the building’s back exit.

You followed him outside in broad daylight while he had his grip around your wrist. He ended up pulling you back to the apartment, which was luckily only five minutes away from the campus.

He fumbled with the key, his hands shaking a bit while you stood with a smirk. He opened the door after a few stuttering moments, and you entered the place he took you to just the night before. Maybe it wasn't the best place, because to your surprise, San was sitting on the couch slurping up instant ramen with a wide-eyed gaze as he noticed you come in together very intimately.

You quickly tried to act like you still “hated” Yeosang, and you pushed away from him. You slapped his shoulder sharply, causing him to drop his jaw in pain. “You can't just do that to me, Yeosang. I know that you hate me, but you can't make me clean your room.” You huffed, putting on your best acting performance in front of San, who was completely shirtless and you didn't get to notice as quick as you would have normally.

Yeosang was confused for a moment too long, but luckily he caught on in perfect timing. “You were the one who decided to eat my snacks. It’s only fair.”

“You did what now?” San nearly choked on his noodles, and your aroused self couldn't help but appreciate his beauty. Yeosang stood next to you as you gawked at a half naked San, a frown on his face. Now, you weren't in a relationship, so he shouldn't be mad at you for finding San attractive, right? It wasn't like you were going to fuck him, you only wanted Yoe’s body for that.

Yeosang rolled his eyes at your trance and gripped onto your arm. “She messed up, so we’ll be in my room.” He said nonchalantly, pulling you towards his room while San sat and stared at the two of you with a knowing smirk.

As you entered his room, he slammed the door behind him. “Now I really want to make you clean my room.” He huffed, tossing his shoes off since you both forgot to take them off as you walked in. He tumbled onto his bed with a thud as you stood in the middle of the room, lost and fully aware that he seemed a bit upset.

“Yeo.” You hummed, tilting your head at the beautiful boy. “Are you jealous?” you asked him with a smile, but when he hid his face with his arm, you walked over to him and grabbed onto it. “Come on baby, what’s wrong?”

“Nothing, nothing.” He expressed as he moved his arm, his beautiful obsidian eyes meeting yours as if it was the first time. To be honest, you weren't sure how many times you've actually met his gaze. He was the type to avoid it at all costs, and now, you really got a good look at him. Every detail, every freckle. The birthmark that covered the side of his eye, and the slight slant of his brow as you looked at him.

“Hey,” you breathed out, letting go of your grip on his arm, leaning forward above him as you really got a good look at him. “I…um. You’re pretty.” you giggled at your choice of words, but they were still strong enough to put a blush on his usually stoic face. “That didn't come off as I intended.”

He looked up at you as your hair dangled around his face, framing it for you and you only. His lips curled up slightly, as if he was trying to keep his smile away. “Thank you?” he said but it was more like a question. You ignored it, and looked towards the door.

“Do you think he would hear us if we fucked right now?” you whispered, raising your eyebrows as he looked at you with wide eyes. “What? We can be quiet, right?”

Yeosang sat up from his resting position, leaning up against his headboard. You couldn't lie, just the way he was sitting turned you on, and you were going to get what you wanted even if San found out about you two. “Can you be quiet? Or will I need to shut you up?”

God. That single question was enough for you to nearly fall to your knees and take him in your mouth. “I may want that.” you groaned, and you watched him stand up from the bed to walk over towards you. As he was within touching distance, he walked past you to turn the lock on his door. You watched his back, ready to give up everything for his body. You've craved him more than anyone or anything in your whole life, as if he crawled underneath your skin and had control of you. In any sense, you would let him break your heart and you would thank him.

He made his way to you now, his cold hands sliding up your body, from your hips to your waist, then to where your bra was. He let out a breath as he pulled your top off along with your bra, and he hissed as you were displayed in front of him like he was in a museum. His hands found their home on the mounds of your breasts, softly gripping at them while he leaned his forehead up against yours. “You..” he kissed your forehead softly. “Are..” He kissed the tip of your nose. “…Gorgeous.” he nearly moaned the word as your hands glided up his back.

It was as if he was worshiping you. Every touch of his was as soft as a feather, and even the way he looked at you felt like he was looking at an angel. It was the opposite look from lust, and you weren't quite sure if it was a good or bad thing. It did make your heart tingle, but it also made you wonder what made this feel different. His gaze was tender and his touch was thought out, and as his hands made their way to your face, he held you strongly as his lips met yours.

He didn't taste like alcohol this time. It was more of a honey taste, as if he had something sweet. You moaned into the kiss as he held you to him, and he maintained the tender touch as he slid off the rest of your clothes.

You took his off as well, and the gaze he gave you as you slid off his shirt made you shiver in uncertainty.

It was different. Maybe it was because you were intoxicated during the first time, but even your intentions felt stronger. He walked you backwards now until the back of your knees hit the side of the bed, and you tumbled onto it with him falling on top of you. He didn't break the kiss, and he didn't make it stronger either. His hands grazed up your sides, feeling every inch with you while you explored his mouth. His lips were soft and his breath was hot, and you couldn't get enough of it.

The sun was shining brightly through the curtains, but it was kind of hot that he was able to see every single part of you, even if you were insecure. You liked the way he looked at you, and you were obsessed with his touch, his taste, his scent. Down to the simple thought of his smile, everything about him took over every corner of your mind, stuck inside and inescapable.

You wrapped your arms around his neck, holding his lips to yours. You never wanted them to leave, but he slid down your body then, kissing down the side of your neck and down your breasts, paying extra attention to the nipple. He kissed your ribcage and then your stomach and hips until his lips found your heat, you gasped at the tightness in your stomach, and his hair tickled the sensitive part of you,

You gripped his head as his tongue made an appearance, and he grazed all the right spots that had you arching your back into him. His tempo was smooth and steady, not rushed at all. It was like he cared for your preference, and as you peeked down at him, you saw him gazing up at you sharply. That sent your head slamming back onto the pillow in arousal, and he slightly bit onto your lip down there before he made his way up to you again.

Up to this point, he was treating you like fragile glass. But the minute his eyes met yours at this moment, he slammed into you without warning, and you gripped onto him as you weren't ready. You were aroused enough, and you knew damn well he was completely in a trance as he moved in and out of you, making you feel every solid inch of him inside you. Your vision blurred as he made you feel like the world came at a standstill, like time stopped just for the two of you. There was no way of explaining it, but you wanted him to ruin your life. In any way, shape or form, anything that happened, you wanted him to be the reason. The ache in your heart, the tingle in your stomach, the ringing in your ears. You fell so deep, you figured that he should've come with a warning or something.

As you came, he came not long after. Your breaths entangled and your hearts racing, he held your face as if he was in love. Something changed in the air, and you weren't sure what it was. It was something bigger than yourselves, and there was no way of preparing for it. His smile felt like ecstasy and poison at the same time, but yet, is there really much difference?

He gazed down at you as if you were the most beautiful thing in the world, running a hand down your face and giving you a kiss on the lips. It felt like a relationship, but what kind? You were both sinking into the mess of a rabbithole, and this was only supposed to be sexual attraction. Why are you feeling this way if this wasn't supposed to happen? Once again you pushed your intrusive thoughts into the back of your mind, only focusing on the man in front of you and the ache in your heart that you couldn't decipher.

—

Thinking that this feeling in your mind and body would lose its strength, you spent many nights with Yeosang. Whether it be in his bed or yours, it was beginning to get a bit colder. The tingle in your heart only got worse, and that strong gaze of his felt like it could kill you. You ignored it still, and after a dozen times of sleeping within the sheets with the man you couldn't get enough of, you knew what you were experiencing.

You spent your nights with him. Every night you found yourself searching for him, whether that be physically or mentally. Just the thought of him wasn't enough anymore, and you craved his presence more and more— and not just for sex.

You wanted to know his favorite color, maybe his favorite book if he liked to read. Your thoughts were beginning to change from thinking about his body to thinking about his soul, and after a handful of weeks of this mess of a “relationship”, you had a choice to make.

Were you going to ignore this ache in your chest, or were you going to end this mess for the sake of Yeosang? Were you okay with not knowing his family? Were you okay with only being someone he could sneak around with? Were you okay with the wonder that maybe, just maybe, that he felt the same way?

You weren't just obsessed with his body, you were obsessed with his soul.

Obsessive || kang yeosang || pt 4

Parts ➞ [one] [two] [three] [four]

Part 4

Summary ➞ You tried to pay no mind to your brother’s friends and their flirty antics, but it always confused you when only one of them seemed disinterested in you. Even though you’d never admit it, he intrigued you—to the point where when you kissed drunkenly at party, you wanted more. And you were going to get it.

Genre ➞ enemies to lovers au, friends with benefits, party au, college au, smut, fluff, slight angst

Warnings/tags ➞ 18+, sex, drug use (weed), oral sex (female receiving), unprotected sex, friends with benefits cycle, daddy issues, toxic friends, heavy drinking, lots of intimacy, yeosang is a meanie at first, San is a flirt, party, hookups, etc

Word Count ➞ 6.3k

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Taglist ➞ @atinywhore @ch0isa99ie @theaufanartist @wubbster @knucklesdeepmingi @yeosangsbiceps @hongshines @whatudowhennooneseesyou @fightinganimal @bunnybini @admiringyeosang

You found yourself sitting at a mini-mart at midnight before finals. Yeosang was quiet, but you were somewhat sure his mind wasn't. 

He sat across from you on the outside bench, a soju in his hand and a banana ice-pop in the other. He sure had a thing for sweets. 

"What finals do you have tomorrow?" He asked, taking a gulp of the soju as he took a side glance at you. He looked beautiful under the artificial light that shined down on him, the blue and orange hues reflecting onto his soft-toned hair. You weren't even paying attention to his question at this point. It was the least of your worries. What worried you was that you wanted to know why it was so hard to not think about what he was thinking about. It was a bit redundant, and maybe you were overthinking about overthinking. "Um, y/n?"

"Huh? What?" you mumbled, turning your gaze to him. He looked captivating under the moonlight, and the artificial rusty-orange light reflected beautifully off his white t-shirt. It was a sweet night to enjoy with a lover, and you still weren't sure what to call him. You make love to him, but you aren't in love. You kiss, but it isn't because you love. You spend time with each other, but only for what? You were confused, and you knew what you were feeling after the look he gave you.

"Are you okay?" he asked you, and you weren't sure whether to answer him honestly or not. Did he really want to know? Was he interested in your well-being just like you were with him? Did he also want to kiss you because he wanted to and not just because of sexual attraction? Did he…want to know your favorite color? Your favorite song? Your favorite things to do?

After thinking critically about your answer to his simple question, you offered him a nod. "Yeah, I'm fine," you hummed, taking a sip of the banana milk you held. You caught yourself wondering if he wanted to know that it was your favorite drink?

He furrowed his eyebrows at you, leaning in a bit too close for comfort. You've been everywhere on his body. You've been involved with him from midterms to finals, and nothing has changed. He's done everything to you that no one else has. So why were you just suddenly aware of how beautiful he honestly was? "You don't look okay…" he trailed off, and he reached out to grab your chin in his hands. You still craved his heart and body, and even though it was your own idea to just have a sexual relationship with him, you wanted to take back your words.

"No, I'm okay, Yeo." You offered him a smile, but he knew you better than that. You let him hold you in public as if you were a couple. You let him ask you questions; you let him learn new things about you. Yet, you had no knowledge about him other than he found you hot and that he loves sweets. It shouldn't bother you to the extent that it does, and maybe it's just proof for you to get over this and break yourself out of it.

He took a second to process your answer. He peered into your worrisome eyes with an apprehensive gaze and a hesitating hand. "Why? What's the matter?" He softly spoke, and he seemed to care about you. Much more than just physical, but your disruptive thoughts never let you realize it.

"I…" you trailed off, unsure how you wanted to go about your feelings. After all this time, you have never spoken to him deeply. You weren't sure how to go about it, and crossing that line seemed more like a jump than a step. Feeling like saying something would ruin all you had, you should be grateful for what you had, even if it was only a piece of the puzzle.

As you hesitated, you watched his worried look turn into a smile. His hand grazed yours, interlocking your fingers together. You weren't sure how to process this, but you took it as it came, and you felt his pulse within his palm. "Let's go." he hummed, taking the last bite of his ice pop with a wince. He stood up now, you by his side while he gripped your hand and his soju bottle in the other. You didn't question where he would take you, and you just let it happen.

Is this how you fall in love? Is this tightness in your chest supposed to hurt? Were you supposed to feel dizzy when he touched you? Was it supposed to hurt this bad?

You let him take you to the bus stop with a skip in his step. It was nice to see him happy, and maybe you should allow yourself to smile even if you weren't okay. You valued his feelings over your own.

You both couldn't drive, so the bus was the last resort. How romantic would it have been if he could drive you to the middle of nowhere in the middle of the night? How would it feel to be kissed with only the intent of expressing love and not lust? What makes it so different?

You sat quietly at the stop, your hand still laced in his. Maybe he was a bit drunk off of the soju, and perhaps you were too drunk off love, but it didn't even strike you that it was much too late for a bus to run. After a bit of time just sitting in each other's company, he stood up abruptly. "Fuck, I forgot it was midnight." He scoffed playfully and looked down at you as if it were a dream. His eyes were sparkling, and you could've sworn it was only for you. "We can walk."

Once again, he let out his hand for you to grab. You stared at it for a moment too long, but eventually, you held onto it, and he pulled you into his chest, a drunken giggle escaping his lips. "Oops." he smiled gloriously, and you couldn't help but gulp anxiously. His other hand held you by your waist, and it took everything in you to back away from him. 

After a moment, you were walking down the street hand in hand. He swayed it a bit, and you furrowed your eyebrows as you thought about if he felt this feeling too. Why were you so afraid of saying something, even if it was wrong? 

You grabbed the soju bottle out of his other hand and gulped it as you walked down the abandoned sidewalk. You had no idea where you were, especially since you weren't from Seoul. His eyes widened as you drank the liquor, but his smile was still evident. "Damn, baby."

Goddammit. Your heart pounded at the pet name, and your fingers tightened around his in reaction. You took another big sip, hoping to just feel a bit tipsy. You laughed it off as you took the last drop, and you turned a corner to walk up a long, steep hill.

"Stressed about finals, hm?" He wondered aloud, and you didn't have the courage to tell him you were stressing about him. It was hard to breathe as you tried to figure him out.

You nodded, but you were barely listening to him. You started to feel your body warm up from the toxin alcohol, and your legs lightened as you made your way up the hill. The warm spring air hit you in a slight gust of wind, and the sweet smell of flowers delighted your senses. Your nose twitched, and your eyes were trained on your sneakers as your feet moved without thought.

He didn't say anything after that. He kept his pace even with yours, even if you were walking slow. Once you reached the top of the hill, there was a blooming tree with a bench underneath, almost like a scene from a movie. You weren't sure how this would end, but shouldn't you enjoy it rather than worry? You believed it was the alcohol kicking in when you finally dared to look into his dark eyes.

"How cute." you smiled at the tree and then looked back to Yeosang, and you saw a bit of clarity. You made your way to the bench. It was covered in soft pink petals, and it was a bit worn in, but it made it better. You sat down, the tingle in your chest replaced with warmth. It was time for a distraction from the negatives. So what if you didn't end up with him? At least you have him now.

"Isn't it?" He sat down next to you with a smile. You were obsessed with how he could simply sneak into your heart, and doing things like this made you a mess of emotions. You looked out toward the city, high enough to see the lights along the Han river. His hand rested on top of your thigh, and you let out a sigh as you watched a plane fly over the lit-up city. It reminded you of a shooting star, and maybe you just wished it was so you could make your wish come true.

A bit of time passed, but you didn't even process it. Just being next to him made your heart happy, and you rested your head on his shoulder. He stiffened up at your contact but let loose a bit after a few seconds. You wondered if he felt it too once again, and the only way you would ever find out is if you bring it up.

"What's your favorite color?" you asked him softly, the taste of grape soju still prominent on your tongue. It seemed trivial, but you knew the deeper meaning of that question.

He laughed a bit, and you shook along with his shoulders. "Black," he spoke simply, and you looked up at him slightly. You noticed his beautiful birthmark on the side of his face, and you wanted to lean up and kiss it. You didn't, and you brought your gaze back to the horizon. He was still prettier than it.

You offered no response in hopes of him asking you about yours. You looked down at his hand that held your thigh when he didn't. 

"Do you like sunsets or sunrises?"

He hesitated but answered smoothly. "Sunrises."

You smirked a bit, hiding your emotions. "I pegged you as a sunset guy."

He shook his head but then rested it on top of yours. "I think sunrises are more romantic than sunsets," he nearly whispered, low and deep. "I just think about waking up to someone…and maybe eating breakfast and watching the sunrise together. Maybe a cat or two." He chuckled, but you frowned. This was a new side of him for sure, and this is what you wanted. But you also wanted him to ask you about what you thought.

"A cat or two?" you sighed, but you wondered if he thought about you in his future like that. "So you're a romantic?"

He laughed at that too, maybe nervously. You couldn't tell. "Well, yeah. But I don't know what I want, really."

"You just said you wanted to watch the sunrise with someone while eating breakfast with a cat or two." you stuttered a bit, not moving your head off his shoulder. You kept your eyes on the horizon and your hand on top of his. "It seems like that's what you want your future to be," you spoke out, your grip on his hand loosened slightly.

He stayed silent for a moment, yet he didn't ask you how you felt.

You sighed. "What's your favorite season?"

"What's with all the questions?" He asked you a bit abruptly. Your heart began to crumble at his tone. Still, maybe you were a bit too concerned about other things than to notice his vulnerability. 

"I just…" you trailed off, picking your head off his shoulder. You sat close as his birthmark stood out from his tanned skin. You wanted to kiss him again, but you held back from your desires. "I want to get to know you."

He stared at you blankly, and you didn't notice the slight hesitation in his eyes. He didn't act on his desires either, and he kept his gaze in your eyes without a break. 

"Why?" He scoffed a bit, a frown on his face. "There's nothing special about me."

You wanted to laugh at that. You kept your emotions in check, but you couldn't hold back your words. "Well, I wouldn't know since I have no idea who you are. You also know nothing about me."

"What do you mean? I know who you are—"

"Yeosang." you tilted your body towards him now. You were a bit tipsy from the gulps of soju, so you had just enough courage to ruin the moment. "What's my favorite color?"

He didn't have an answer. The look on his face seemed like he was hurt, but you kept going.

"What do I like better? Sunsets? Sunrises? The moonlight? Do I like to read? What is my favorite food?"

He was silent. Too quiet. It looked like he wanted to cry, but he clenched his jaw as you bled into his soul. 

You stood up then and walked over to the railing as you barely held yourself together. You weren't sure why you cared so much; it didn't make any sense. You were the one who wanted this, so stick with it. 

You didn't pry about anything after that. You felt his stare at the back of your head, but you didn't turn around to meet it. "Just ignore that rant." you groaned, tossing your head back in irritation.

"I can't tell what you're thinking," He murmured quietly, and you heard him sigh as he stood up. Now, he came up to you, wrapping his arms around your waist to turn you towards him. His hands slipped up the side of your shirt, but you weren't sure if that was intended or an accident. His touch was cold, but his gaze was sweet. Maybe just as sweet as the banana pops he loved so much. "But if something is bothering you, just tell me."

He looked into your eyes. There it was again—that sparkle. Your image is reflected back to you through his eyes as if it were a mirror showing how he sees you. You didn't answer him. In fact, you didn't have an answer anyway. You just nodded, your heart feeling heavy as if whatever you had was ending.

After a few moments, his gaze dropped from your eyes to your lips. His hands now slid down to your clothed hip, and he tightly grabbed onto them as if he was afraid to let you go. His eyes bounced from your lips, nose, and eyes again. He wanted you. He needed you. He was obsessed with you. But in what way? You knew the answer, but just like how obsession worked, you wanted more.

You pressed your lips to his. He stood still, and his mouth moved slowly across yours, and he breathlessly kissed you back with slight desperation. His touch felt warm now, and the grip he had on your hips disappeared as his hands now found their way to cradle your face gently. He tasted sweet—it was pretty fitting for him. You always wondered what he tasted like. What he would kiss like. However, this kiss was the first time you felt as if he loved you.

He pulled back for a moment, the soft pink petals falling through the air around him like raindrops. Maybe they were.

You felt the cold sprinkle of rain then, and the flower petals now mixed with the rain as if it were one. You rested your forehead against Yeosang's, his hands still holding onto your face like you were the most precious thing to him. He smiled as the rain fell through the tight space between you both, and you couldn't help but smile too.

He pulled you in again, his one hand now resting on the back of your soaking-wet hair. It was magical. You wondered if he was thinking about how you tasted and if he could feel your heartbeat against his own chest. Were your hearts beating at the same rhythm? Did his beat for you?

Something changed in the air. Maybe it was your last kiss. Maybe it was a goodbye. You weren't quite sure, but you also had no idea what you were to each other. 

Maybe there was a reason for it.

That same night was the last night you shared the same sheets.

—

It ended like nothing happened. You distanced yourself from him for the sake of your own heart and because you wanted to be the one eating breakfast with him and watching the sunrise. You were scared, though, and you worried that you weren't the one he was imagining. If you were, then he should have said that then. He should have asked about your favorite color. There were many things you both should have done, and maybe it was the immaturity you both harbored with your lack of experience with love.

Nothing was set in stone though, and you were sure that Yeosang just thought you were caught up with your finals. From all he knows, you guys were still together, in whatever way that was anyway.

"What's wrong with you?" Your brother grumbled as he sat next to you in the library. You had your head down into your textbook, trying to cram the last bit of information for your last final. The problem was that your mind was filled with other things.

“Nothing, just you sitting here.” you joked with him, but he was able to see through you easily.

“Y/n, I’m not dumb.” you brought your gaze to him now, worried that he may have figured out your fling with Yeosang. With a knowing smirk, he leaned up on his elbows. “You’re seeing San, aren't you?” he chuckled childishly, and you couldn't help but scoff.

You shut your textbook aggressively. “What made you think that?”

He shrugged, sitting back up straight as you packed your things in your bag. “Come on, I know you've been sneaking into the apartment and the only one ever home is San. Yeosang is always out fucking some girl or something.” He had it all wrong, but you wondered what Mingi would think if he knew you were the one Yeosang was with.

“Actually…” you stopped before you said anything rash. “What if I said I was with Yeosang instead of San?” you acted like you were joking, and mingi took the bait with a chuckle.

“Stop lying, that's a funny joke.” He hit you playfully. You weren't sure how to take that, but you kept your face serious although there was no way he would believe you. You didn't deny anything, but he changed the subject pretty quickly.

Would there be a problem if it was Yeosang? Why did he think you were joking?

“Did you finish your finals?” You asked him as you took a bite of your snack, you weren't even sure what it was, but it was the only thing left in the library’s vending machine and at least it was edible. The day was almost over, and you haven't seen Yeosang alone in days.

It was the last day of finals though. You had already begun to pack up the pile of clothes you had in your apartment, and you were a bit glad you didn't have much baggage. Physically, at least.

“Yeah, I’m all done. Just waiting for you so we can go home together.”

Oh. Home. You haven't really thought about going back to your home, which wasn't all that far from seoul. It was the fact that you had to get up and leave whatever type of relationship you had with Yeosang.

“I'll be done tomorrow morning.” You felt your phone buzz, and you knew who it was. “Can you do me a favor and get my bags from my apartment? I don't really want to spend my last night here in that shithole.”

Mingi tilted his head as if he was trying to figure you out. You were twins, he had some feeling with how you were acting, but didn't pry. “Okay, will your shitty roommate be there?”

You shrugged as you stood up from your seat. “Who knows. She might have gone home already.”

He nodded, and he followed you out of the library and into the warm sunny air. It was beginning to get scorching outside as the April rain turned to May's sunshine. You smiled up to the clear sky in hopes of clearing your mind. You waved him goodbye as he went on his way to your apartment, and you made your way to the dining hall for something to eat for lunch before your last final.

Just as you turned around a corner, You almost ran into a boy and nearly dropped your phone onto the ground. Lucky for you, but his phone wasn't so lucky. 

You reached down to grab the phone. “Jeez, I’m so sorry—”

“Y/N?” His voice was soft and deep, but you didn't recognize who it was until you came eye to eye. “You told me to wait for you and I ended up going home alone. You're a heartbreaker, aren't you?”

Seonghwa. His hair was as dark as ever and his smile was just as bright as his eyes. He looked at you with a playful glance and a tilt of his head. 

“Seonghwa.” You breathed out, awkwardly rubbing your elbow as he took his phone from your hands. “I’m sorry about that, I was a bit drunk and—”

“Hey Hey,” He chuckled, taking a step closer to you with a smile. His hand reached out to tuck a loose strand of hair behind your ear. “Don't apologize, it's all in the past.”

You let out a sigh of relief and allowed yourself to stare into his eyes. He was insanely close to you, and you weren't sure if you wanted to tell him you had a boyfriend or not. You honestly didn't, so what excuse do you have? You couldn't lie though, he was extremely attractive, but you couldn't help but think about Yeosang’s eyes as you peered through Seonghwa’s.

“There's a party tonight at mine,” His hand caressed your cheek now, and you were too captivated by him to notice someone coming up from behind you. “It’s a going away thing, so bring whoever you want.”

“Seonghwa.” A deep voice rumbled behind you, and you felt the familiar embrace of your “lover.” Yeosang wrapped his arms around your stomach tightly and leaned his head onto your shoulder as he spoke to the older boy. “What are you doing with my girlfriend?”

Girlfriend?!

Seonghwa took a step back with a smirk, and nodded his head as he tried to process it all. “Oh? I wasn't aware you two were dating?” He smiled at you, noticing your confused expression. He remained respectful though, and offered you some space. “My bad, I was just inviting her to my party tonight.”

Yeosang’s eyebrows furrowed. “Party?”

“You're welcome to come.” He smiled kindly, but gave you a flirtatious gaze. “Go out with a bang, right?”

You watched Seonghwa walk away after that, and once he was out of view, you wiggled out of Yeosang’s embrace sharply.

“What are you doing? Girlfriend?” You laughed painfully, stuffing your phone into your back pocket of your jean shorts while he stared at you with a frown. “I don't remember ever being your girlfriend.”

He took a second to respond. He looked beautiful though, you couldn't deny it. His hair was fluffy from the humidity and his birthmark highlighted his gorgeous brown irises. God, you couldn't get enough of him. You didn't want anyone other than him. “I didn't know how else to say it.” He spoke softly, and it killed you to be upset.

“Dammit Yeo,” You groaned, taking a step closer to him. The sun was beating down on you while your anger boiled your mind.”What does that even mean? Does that mean you want me to be your girlfriend?”

He was silent. You took that as a no.

“That’s it. I’m leaving. Take care of yourself, okay?” You sighed, not feeling the argument over something so trivial.

As you took a few steps away from the man you wanted to call yours, you heard the words you never would have imagined.

“I’m not good enough for you, Y/N.” He whispered, looking down at his feet. You felt the vulnerability seep through those words, and it was enough to make you stop in your tracks. “I should've just ended it before it started—”

“Before what? The sex?” You turned around to face him, but he was unable to meet your gaze. “Yeah, maybe that would've been a good idea—”

“No.” He shook his head with a grimace and approached you slowly. “No, I mean before that. I should've stopped it once I met you.”

You were confused. What did he mean, once he met you? “Wait what—”

“I mean that I fell for you the minute I saw you goddammit.” He groaned. “And no, I don't want what we have to just sex. I want you to be the one sitting at the table in the morning with me. I want to wake up next to you every day and fall asleep next to you every night.”

You froze. You wondered why he couldn't tell you all of this before, and the past few days have killed your self esteem. You had to acknowledge that it wasn't just his fault though, and you had a major role in the miscommunication,

His face was flushed as he brought his gaze up to your eyes. You saw enough. You saw the tremor in his hand and the sparkle in his eye. You knew it, and you knew what your heart wanted. Whatever this feeling is, you were going to let it blossom until it bloomed. “Yeo…”

You didn't care where you were. You might've been in the middle of campus under the shade of a few large trees, but the sun was strong enough to break through the tension. It hit him in the face, cascading him in golden rays while he stared into your soul. You didn't care where this moment would lead you, but you crossed the distance between you two and grabbed onto his face.

“So are you trying to tell me you like me?” You whispered. “Why didn't you care to ask the questions though?”

He frowned as he thought about what you meant, but the minute he realized it, he smiled at you—a smile that sent butterflies flying around your stomach. “Because I want it to happen on its own. I want everything to fall into place, y/n.”

“So you weren't being dismissive?”

“Well, I was. But it was because I wasn't sure that you wanted me the way I wanted you.” He blushed a bit under your embrace, and you looked into his eyes deeply.

You took a second for yourself before you acted on your heart. “So what you're saying is—”

“For fuck’s sake Y/N just kiss me already.” He growled, gripping the back of your head and pulling your lips to his. You felt your heart nearly beat out of your chest, feeling the ache throughout your whole body. You fell into him as he deepened the kiss, his tongue pushing through your teeth to explore your mouth. You wanted to deepen it even more, but you remembered you were out in public.

“Let’s go.” You moaned into his mouth, and pulled away to grab his hand. He followed you obediently like some kind of dog until you made your way into the apartment building. The door was locked, and you prayed that no one was home. You had a bit of a window of time until Mingi came back with your things, and you stumbled into the dark apartment without a care to flip on the lights. You were surprised when Yeosang slammed your back into the door to shut it, and he gripped your ass to lift you up to his body.

You gasped as his lips met the crook of your neck, and he walked you into his bedroom.

He tossed you onto the bed, but it was gentle. His hands slowly let go of you and he straddled you with a look of love on his sharp features. His ears were bright red and his mouth was parted, and you couldn't get enough of him. He slowly slid off your top from above you, and your breaths intertwined as he came face to face with your bare skin. His breathing sped up while he leaned down to take your nipple into his mouth, and his left hand came up to cradle the other. You moaned as he claimed you with his lips, and you wanted to tell him all the things you wanted him to do to you.

After you tossed each other’s clothes off, he took a second to admire you. You wanted sex, of course, but what you wanted the most was to feel his love, his touch, his mind. You wanted to take care of him when he was sick, and wanted to make sure he was okay after a nightmare. This is how you fall in love, right?

He made love to you then. Real love. His heart pounded against your chest as he pushed himself in and out of you. You gripped onto his shoulder blades as he fucked you, your fingernails leaving crescent-shaped moons into his skin. His touch was like a flame, and you wanted to be burned. 

He moaned as he came into you, falling onto your chest with a sigh and unable to breathe. The room was stuffy and it smelled hot like sex, but for some reason it wasn't enough. It was never enough.

After a few moments of enjoying each other’s company, you ran a hand through his smooth brown hair. He smiled and you couldn't help but blush at his expression. He was facing you on his side, your legs tangled together in bliss. 

“Want to get a shower with me?” He whispered so softly that it was almost hard to hear him. His cheeks were still flushed from it all, but his sweet smile was hard to ignore. 

You didn't need to say anything. You softly kissed him though, and he smiled widely into it. It was as if he wanted to cry, he wrapped his arms tightly around you as you shared the space. You broke all the barriers that kept you apart. Well , there were two more walls yet to burst down, and you were sure you'd be fine after the aftermath. 

You followed him out of the room and towards the shower, totally naked and vulnerable. It was quiet, and you thanked the lord that no one was home. You entered the bathroom with a shy smile as he turned the water on. He didn't bother turning on the lights though, as the thin window above the tub let in an ambient amount of light.

“Come here.” He hummed, beckoning you to come closer with a flick of his finger. Your core pulsed at the gesture, and you almost wanted to hide your face in embarrassment.

The steam of the hot shower filled up the room, making it harder to breathe than it already was. You kind of liked how it felt though, and the minute Yeosang pulled you under the water was the minute you knew you were a goner.

His hot breath met your neck, and he kissed you there and began to trail down your body. You gasped as he kissed down your stomach and down your thighs until he was kneeling before you like a sinner at church. You gripped his wet hair tightly as his mouth met your heat, and you let out a moan as his tongue entered you forcibly. He slowly moved his tongue around you, making sure to hit every spot he needed to. He knew exactly what he was doing, and you couldn't get enough of it. You were obsessed with his body and his soul, and finally, you knew he was obsessed with you.

He stood up slowly, his hands sliding up your body as he reached his full height. There was something about how dangerous he looked in the moment, and what was even more interesting was the way he looked innocent at the same time. His eyes were focused on yours without any distraction, and he pushed you up against the wall with your back to his. He whispered something in your ear, but you were too far gone to hear what he was saying. He slammed into you without warning though, and you let out a groan of pain and pleasure and he rhythmically moved into you as the water hit you like flower petals of a tree. 

The sound of the water eased your mind, as well as the sounds of his grunts. He rested his head on your shoulder as he pumped into you, giving the base of your neck kisses. You wanted to fall to your knees for this man, but he has already shown you that he would do anything for you. He gripped your hair sharply and caused you to gasp as his other hand gripped onto your waist.

No words were spoken. He admired your body with his gaze and his touch while you let him ravish every part of you. You were too busy being lost in his trance to hear him whisper sweet nothings into your ear, and you let yourself reach your high as he reached his.

He moaned as he came, and emptied himself into you with breathlessness. You pushed your head against the cold shower wall as he pulled himself out of you, and then you turned around to pull him into an embrace. There was so much that you wanted to say, but he just smiled at you so sweetly as if it said a thousand words. 

And your kiss was everything that you didn't say.

—

You managed to escape the bathroom before Mingi came home, but the minute you got back into Yeosang’s room, Mingi entered the apartment with a sigh as he lugged in your luggage. “Hello? Anyone home?” He yelled out, and you hurriedly rushed to put on your clothes while Yeosang looked like a deer in headlights.

“The door was open…”Mingi furrowed his eyebrows in confusion, and you paced the room not knowing what to do. You tried to stay as quiet as you could, but you knew you were fucked. At this point you would rather Mingi find out straight from you rather than someone else.

As you made your way to the door, Yeosang grabbed your arm sharply. “What are you doing?” He hissed out quietly, resembling a cat. 

You smiled at him with a shrug. “Leaving everything behind.”

You opened the door then, and caught your brother’s attention immediately. He was too focused on setting your luggage nicely on the floor to know it was you. “Is that you hyung? I hope you don't mind but my sister is going to say here–”

“I wouldn't mind at all.” Yeo chuckled as he emerged from the room from behind you, making Mingi look up with confusion until he came face to face with you. Yeosang was only covered with a towel around his waist and you were drowning in his oversized shirt and a pair of his underwear. You looked like quite the pair, that is until Mingi opened his mouth.

“So uhh….are you two a thing?” He looked back and forth between you two, and your drenched hair and Yeosang’s state gave it all away.

“Duh. I even told you earlier but you didn't believe me.” You scoffed and Yeo’s eyes widened, but mingi looked surprisingly entertained.

He smirked at you both, and stood up straight and crossed his arms over his chest. “Well I'll be damned. I could've sworn it was San because of how much he’s all over you—”

“He’s all over you?” Yeosang growled a bit, taking a step closer to you. Mingi couldn't hide his happiness at Yeo’s jealousy and neither could you. “Still?”

“No, he hasn't tried anything with me for a while.” you turned around to face your lover. “Plus, he’s just a flirt. He means well.”

“Yeah, right.” Yeosang scoffed and tightened the towel around his thin waist while Mingi stood with a knowing smile.

“Anyway,” you looked back over to your brother. “I thought you’d be mad at me for dating your friend.” You pestered, to which mingi scoffed at that.

“Are you kidding? At least I know he’s going to treat you well. I’d be more scared if you were dating Wooyoung to be honest. At least Yeosang can keep his dick in his pants.”

You let out a chuckle at that, and everything felt stable for once. Everything except the fact that you forgot about your last final. At this point, you weren't even mad. Your obsession with Yeosang ran deep. Deep enough for you to forget about your future and only care about having him in your present. Oh well, you were going to enjoy every last moment with your “boyfriend”, even if all he was supposed to be was a fling. Still though, you were a bit mad that you missed your final.

“Dammit... Kang Yeosang, I'm going to kill you.”