Be The Light (Part 5)

Be The Light (Part 5)

pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

genre: Dystopian AU, angst, some fluff maybe, based off of ATEEZ’s lore

wc: 4.3k+

warnings: language. some violence. this is set in strictland. ANGST. Mentions of injuries, needles, and accidents. Let me know if I missed anything.

summary: You lost them, then found them again. And now that freedom is so near, you fear losing them once again.

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You insert the memory card into the video player with trembling hands. As the little chip clicks into the slot, you can feel your heart beating in your throat, and your grip on the device tightens enough for your knuckles to run white. You inhale deeply to ground yourself and press play before you can convince yourself otherwise. The screen flickers to life, the video crackling for a moment before it focuses on the sneaker-clad feet of two people.

“Is it recording?” You hear Yunho’s voice through the speakers; the familiar lilt of his voice makes you gulp.

“I think so, but why is it showing our feet?” Wooyoung questions, his confused tone causing you to roll your eyes fondly. Even though he was the arsonist, he was also the one who helped Yeosang hack into the government's systems. So for someone so good with technology, it always amused you when he struggled with the older machinery.

In the background of the video, you hear the door squeak open, followed by the rustle of thin plastic as if it is sliding against something. There’s a soft thud followed by Yeosang’s voice, “That’s because you are holding it wrong. You are supposed to flip the camera so that it is facing towards you. It hasn’t been that long since we recorded a video. How did you forget how to use electronics so soon?”

“You’re the one who usually handles all of it,” Wooyoung can be heard saying, his voice sounding further away now. “And we don’t use this outdated video recorder anyways.”

The camera jerks as Yeosang takes the device from Yunho and pans it so that the figures of the other two boys in the room can be seen. Wooyoung is already across the room, ruffling through the contents of the plastic bag that Yeosang seemed to have brought with him. He turns around to face the camera—or rather, Yeosang—with wide eyes, “Are these Kimbap rolls? Where did you get them?”

“Apparently, they have the previous owner of H-BBQ working at the academy to make food for the students,” there’s a smug undertone to Yeosang’s words as he replies to the question.

“What?” Wooyoung gapes at the older male. “No way! Please tell me you’re kidding!”

“No, I’m not,” Yeosang continues. You can hear the glee in his tone as he watches a huge grin spread on the face of his childhood friend.

“H-BBQ?” Yunho parrots cluelessly, also moving closer to peek into the plastic bag. His eyes widen when he catches a whiff of the food, “Oh, this smells really good.”

“H-BBQ was a well-known restaurant near Wooyoung’s parents’ house,” Yeosang explains. “One of the newer recruits that Light came across a few weeks ago told me that the owner is now working at the academy here. So, I requested our contacts to get us some food made by them if they could.”

“You are an angel,” Wooyoung chirps, happily diving into the bag to fish out three foil cylinders, handing one each to the other two males.

“Leave some for the rest as well,” Yeosang mutters softly, and for a moment, all you can hear is the rusting sounds of them tearing up the foil covering. “So, why are you using this camera to record something? Wouldn’t it be more efficient to use the newer ones?”

“Those ones are reserved for official work for The Movement,” Yunho says when he realises that Wooyoung is way too busy devouring the food to explain the plan to Yeosang. “We want to make a few videos for Light, considering… y’know.”

“Oh,” there’s a rush of breath as if Yeosang is sighing. “I don’t like this, honestly. Light is going to be really angry with all of us when they find out our plan.”

“We have no other option,” Wooyoung reminds him after he swallows a bite of the roll. “Let’s just hope it doesn’t come to the worst-case scenario and that everything sails smoothly.”

“Yeah, let’s try and ensure that Light won’t have to resort to Plan B,” Yunho agrees, though paradoxically, his voice wavers a bit.

The video then blacks out for a few moments before the screen comes to life again. This time it is Wooyoung who is holding the camera. He waves at it for a second before pointing it at San, who is washing his face, the latter pauses for a second in his ministrations to pose for the camera.

“Why are you making a video of me doing my skincare routine? What even, Wooyoung?” He says, chuckling a bit as he splashes water onto his face.

“Memories,” the other male replies as if it’s obvious, and San should have caught on.

“Memories?” San wonders for a moment before it seemingly clicks. “Ah, you mean for Light?”

“Yep, also I came here to ask you if you’d like to join me for a dance session?”

“Sure,” San hums, dabbing his face dry with the towel. “Lemme just grab a drink first!”

“There’s some kimbap as well, Yeosang got his hands on some,” Wooyoung informs him. “Eat that before it disappears. Until then, I’ll ask Yunho as well. He and Mingi came up with a new choreography.”

A loud voice from the bunker diverts your attention from the video. You had come up to the opening in the mountain to watch the video in peace after dinner while the boys had settled across the common area. They had been engaged in a conversation about something called Roblox when you crossed the room to take the stairs to reach the opening.

There’s another yell, which makes you pause the video. You stand and take tentative steps down the staircase towards the door. You inhale softly before pressing yourself to the wood, wondering if it’s playful banter or if they’re actually arguing. You can make out Hongjoong and Yunho’s voices, who sound angry, and you hear San talking as well, but he is calmer than the two, at least, that’s what you think. Wooyoung chips in sometimes, along with Jongho, and both seem exasperated by the argument that is going on. It seems like an important conversation, but you can’t make out the words clearly because Mingi is talking over everyone, telling them to calm down.

“Listen,” Yunho seethes, “I understand that you want to tell them, but you have no idea how difficult it is for me to talk about it. You weren’t even there, you don’t know what happened, which means I will have to explain it to them!”

“Then tell us about it as well!” Wooyoung hisses out. “You have deliberately kept the events surrounding the accident a secret from all of us! In case you have forgotten, they were our friend as well. Just because you knew them the longest doesn’t mean it hurt us any less!”

“And then you disappeared,” Jongho adds with a sigh, his tone turning accusatory. A thought crosses the back of your mind, and you wonder for a moment who they’re talking about. “The hyungs wouldn’t tell us anything, and it just made us bitter. It’s not a surprise then that all of us drifted apart.”

“Are you saying that us drifting apart was my fault?” Yunho scoffs incredulously, voice dropping lower than you’ve ever heard. “You are as guilty as I am, Jongho, considering you and Mingi were the reason they left in the first place!” 

You debate whether to open the door and break up their argument or let them continue. Before you can decide on what to do, someone beats you to it.

“That’s enough!” Seonghwa’s patience has finally reached his limit, and he raises his voice to silence everyone. “All your shouting will alert Shadow, and I don’t think any of us are ready to face them if they come here with questions. All of you, go to your rooms right now.”

“But—”

“I don’t care what you have to say, Wooyoung,” the eldest cuts him off. “None of you are coming out of your rooms until you calm down.” There is an air of finality in his voice which leaves no room for debate.

You stay pressed against the wood as you hear the shuffling of feet and the muffled clicks of doors closing around the bunker. It is only when you hear a set of footsteps coming towards the door you’re standing on the other side of that you move away, rushing back upstairs. You sit down on the boulder you had been previously occupying, acting as if you’d been sitting here all the time. You wait with bated breath as you hear the door opening and closing downstairs.

You whip your head towards the sound and watch as Jongho comes into view. You smile at him, patting the space next to you, but that smile quickly melts into a frown when you notice that he is limping.

“Did you get hurt while training?” You question when Jongho slumps next to you.

“I’m fine, it’s just an old injury acting up,” he replies with a sigh.

“An old injury?” you echo, tilting your head as you regard the youngest male. 

“I used to play basketball a long time ago. I hurt my ankle before an important tournament, and the injury was serious enough for the doctor to tell me to stop playing the sport,” he answers the unasked question.

“I’m sorry,” you breathe out, breaking the silence that had followed his words.

“It’s whatever now,” Jongho sighs, dropping his eyes to look at the device in your hands. The corner of his lips tugged up in a half-smile, “The bright side is that I met the guys afterwards, and they helped me a lot.”

“So, you were an athlete, huh?” You muse, the gears in your head turning. “That’s why you’re so good at keeping up with the training.”

“I guess,” he says, and then winces, reaching out with a hand to massage his ankle with a frown.

“Would you like to try some physical therapies? We have a recruit who used to be a chiropractor before the takeover. I can get them to come here and…” You trail off, chewing at the inside of your cheek nervously.

“You would do that?” Jongho questions cautiously, eyes guarded as he watches you.

“Why not? I mean, if it helps then…” You shrug helplessly. “It’s the least I can do, and it’s not like we’re doing something more important than training you guys anyways.”

“And it’ll help in the long run too,” his voice wavers a bit, “especially if we are to fight Z’s regime.”

“That too,” you acquiesce, looking away from him and glancing at the ruins of Sector 3. You both fall quiet, drowning in your own thoughts. The silence stretches until the door opens again, causing both of you to jump at the sudden noise. You whip around to see Yeosang, whose hair is dishevelled, and he’s gasping for breath as if he has run a mile. The worry etched on his face makes your heart lurch in your chest.

“What’s wrong?” Jongho is already by the other male’s side by the time you get up to face him fully.

“It’s Yunho,” Your heart plummets to your stomach at the pain that taints his tone. Yeosang then lifts his eyes from Jongho’s hand that rests on his arm to meet yours, “I… Seonghwa hyung thinks that you might be able to help. Please.”

You nod without thinking about it, following both males downstairs, past the common area and into one of the bedrooms, where you see Yunho crumpled onto the ground. His fingers are pressing aggressively against his lips in a fruitless attempt to muffle his sobs. Seonghwa is by his side, and his breathing is erratic as well due to the state Yunho is in, but you can tell Seonghwa is trying his best to even out his own breathing and calm himself for his friend’s sake.

“What is it, what happened?” You ask, raking your eyes over both the boys to check for any injuries.

You get no reply as Yunho continues to sob, heaving for breath as his eyes draw up to meet yours. On seeing you, he reaches out towards you, stumbling a bit. You immediately rush to him and lightly touch his arm.

“Hey,” you breathe, lips by his ear because he had melted into your arms the moment he registered your touch. Your gaze falls to Seonghwa, and you raise your eyebrows in question, but it seems that even the eldest is unclear about why Yunho is like this. “Yunho, it’s okay, you’re okay.”

“I’m sorry!” Yunho blubbers, repeating the word over and over again as his ears seep through the cotton shirt you’d been wearing. He shifts, one hand leaving the lower part of his face and presses to his chest as he shakily tries to inhale. “I’m so sorry, Light.”

“Why are you apologising?” You rub his back and give Seonghwa another puzzled look, hoping for an answer. But the latter looks like he’s seen a ghost. He’s pale, and his eyes are blown wide as his gaze rests on the male who’s still crying in your arms, apologising repeatedly. Yeosang and Jongho are no better, and you wonder if they know the reason for Yunho’s distress.

When all your attempts to calm the male down fail, you start humming the lullaby that your mother used to sing to you whenever you had nightmares. “Just close your eyes, the sun is going down.”

You hear his breath hitch but thank the stars when you feel Yunho’s shoulders relax with each note, “You'll be alright, no one can hurt you now.” He breathes deeply, timing his breaths in tandem with your hand rubbing on his back. “Come morning light, you and I'll be safe and sound.”

“Yunho?” Seonghwa questions, moving closer to smooth out the younger’s hair when he’s sure that the latter has stopped crying. “What’s wrong?”

“I dreamt…” Yunho tries to speak, but his voice cracks from all the crying he has done.

From the corner of your eye, you see Jongho hand him a glass of water. You hadn’t even realised when the youngest had left to get the glass. You back away from Yunho, allowing him space to reach out for the glass. Yunho meets your gaze over the rim of the glass, his eyes are puffy and red. He sits up suddenly, spine ramrod-straight and as if sensing the sudden trepidation currently coursing through his nervous system, Seonghwa rests his hand on the former’s shoulder. 

“Are you okay?” You whisper, brows furrowed in concern.

“I had a dream,” he sniffles. Silence falls as Yunho tries to formulate a response to your question. He hesitates as if the words are difficult to breathe life to. “About…”

“About?” You prompt softly, and for some reason, you feel that his answer will change everything.

Yunho gulps, and his gaze bores into yours with an intensity that makes you breathless. Moments pass, and you notice that both Yeosang and Jongho have moved closer to you.

“You,” the words are a mere whisper, but they ring loud and clear in the silence of the room.

You must look alarmed because he immediately jumps forward to amend his statement, “Not you, our universe’s version of you.”

“Huh?” You want to be more coherent, but the little piece of information that has been dropped on you prevents you from doing so. It’s not surprising to you that their universe had a version of you, but you had just assumed that the boys hadn’t come across them yet since they never talked about them.

“You need to tell them, Yunho hyung,” Jongho finally speaks up. “They deserve to know.”

You give everyone a puzzled look, out of loop as to what they're talking about. But you know it’s something serious if the edge in the youngest’s voice is anything to go by, your fingers play with the edge of your shirt unconsciously.

“What happened?” you ask, finally breaking the tense silence.

It’s a loaded question, one that can either make or break everything. For weeks now, you’ve kept the questions at bay. You know your reasons for bringing them here, but you don’t know what it was that made them agree. For weeks now, you’ve wanted to know, and you might finally have a reason.

“A couple of years ago, the eight of us sort of drifted apart.” He doesn’t look at you as he speaks, instead staring at the wall behind you. “It wasn’t until the Captain contacted us via dreams that we came back together.”

“I see,” you nod slowly, smoothing out your shirt’s wrinkles in an effort to concentrate and calm yourself.

Your words make him turn to look at you, and his expression makes you gulp because of the heartbreak that is reflected in his eyes. You feel his discomfort at having to give you an answer, and it only makes your breath hitch as tension builds in your chest. When holding his gaze becomes difficult, you turn away to look at your hands.

“The fallout happened because we lost our Light in a car accident,” sensing your discomfort, Yunho speaks up, though it does not help to ease your nerves. “Jongho had a fight with Mingi, and Light was angry about them acting so immaturely. They left the warehouse alone, it was raining heavily that night, and they probably did not see the car approaching them until it was too late.”

His confession hits you hard, and you are winded, not just because of Yunho’s words but also due to their expressions. Your eyes catch the way tears stream down Seonghwa and Yeosang’s faces while Jongho is crying softly in the corner of the room. You reach for the youngest but stop yourself, unable to follow through with any intimacy right now. Yunho’s admission reminds you of your own loss, the silence that follows is tense and paradoxically comfortable because of the understanding that washes over all of you.

“Is that why you told me that day that you understand how I’m feeling?” Your voice comes out a little shaky.

“More or less,” he concedes with a small, sad smile.

“Wait…” A thought crosses your mind suddenly, “When did Joong contact you guys?”

“A year ago,” comes the prompt reply.

“And what were your reasons for coming here?”

“I think I speak for everyone when I say that we agreed because in some twisted way… we consider this to be our redemption. We couldn’t help our Light, but we can help you, and that’s all we wish to do,” Seonghwa tells you, and you’re shocked by the gentleness in his voice.

You stare at your hands as you run them beneath the water, splashing the cold substance onto your face. But it doesn’t help.

A year ago, Yunho’s words echo in your mind, and you can’t help the resentment that flares up in your heart. If they had first been contacted a year ago, that means your boys had got their hands on the Cromer a bit before that. You rack your brains, thinking of anything that happened a year ago that would give you an insight as to when they had found the device. A memory surfaces from the depths of your mind, fuzzy and muddled due to the fact that you were half asleep when it happened.

It was nighttime. Yawning, you stepped out of Honjoong’s office after much persuasion from Seonghwa, who always nagged both of you about your sleeping schedules, or rather the lack of it. As you stepped into the kitchen, you noticed San standing there. Both of you blinked, freezing mid-step as you looked at each other.

There was a purple bruise blossoming on his left cheek, a gash running from beneath his right eye to the corner of his lips, a dash of blood above his eyebrow and multiple smaller cuts and bruises littering his face. A glance down at his hands confirmed that he had bloodied knuckles. His clothes were a little ruffled, and overall, he looked extremely tired and weary.

“What happened to you?” You gaped, San was an amazing fighter, so to see him in such a state came as a shock to you.

San shrugged as if it was the most normal thing in the world to come home battered and bruised. The wince that followed the movement caused you to frown.

“Wait here,” you instructed him, pointing at the stool in front of the counter. “I’ll grab the first-aid box.”

“It’s fine,” he pouted. “Seonghwa hyung can sew it up later.”

“Sew it—” your gaze fell on the smear of blood on his shirt around the stomach area. “San, there’s— you’re bleeding!”

“It’s just a scratch, and like I said, hyung can take care of it later.”

Throwing your hands in the air in exasperation, you glared at him admonishingly. “He’s sleeping, are we supposed to wait for him until he wakes up while you bleed out to death in the kitchen?”

“Um…” San spluttered, trying and failing to formulate a response to that.

“That’s what I thought,” you grumbled, retrieving the first aid kit and turning on all the lights so you could see him better. The injuries looked worse in the light and it pulled a sigh out of you. You saw that he had already unbuttoned his shirt, and the injury didn’t look too deep, which you were glad about. You dabbed the cotton, which you had dipped in the disinfectant, on the cut on San’s abdomen.

“Sorry, I am trying to be gentle,” you mumbled when he winced. “How did you get this in the first place?”

“I was caught by a few Android Guardians,” he hissed out. “I’m not invincible, after all.”

You hummed, applying the numbing cream around the wound. “I’m going to start stitching it up, fair warning, it might still hurt even if I’ve numbed the general area.”

“Okay,” San breathed out, grasping the edge of the counter to ground himself.

“I didn’t know you were supposed to be on a mission,” You commented, trying to take his mind off of the needle. When San kept quiet, you looked up at him with curiosity swimming in your eyes. “Well?”

“I went to get a couple of supplies for Hongjoong,” he gritted out when he realised you wouldn’t continue until you had an answer.

“Please be more careful in the future,” you muttered softly, standing up to tilt his head from side to side to assess his cuts and bruises littered across his face. “Do you have any other injury that needs to be stitched up?”

“I don’t think so,” San’s eyes darted back and forth, not focusing on anything tangible but certainly on any painful sensations that he was feeling. “Yeah, that was the only one, though I think I do have a sprained wrist…” He added sheepishly.

You realise now that “a couple of supplies” meant that San had infiltrated the Android Guardians’ bunker, the building that held all works of art and other artefacts that were once considered important. One of the artefacts that was kept there was probably the Cromer, which San had stolen from them.

That night, you're pulled unceremoniously out of sleep’s embrace, and the only thing you can register is the pounding of your heart and the ringing of your ears. Your forehead is beaded with cold sweat, your breathing shallow, and your eyes wide open as you stare at the ceiling.

You throw away your blankets to the side and welcome the chill as it settles your heart and spirit somewhat. You allow yourself time to calm down before trying to remember the details of your dream, fragmented and fissured as they are. You're unsure what brought your body to go into fight or flight mode as if you had been through hell and back.

For miles and miles in front of you, nothing meets your eyes except for sand that shimmers under the moonlight. You are in a desert, that much you can tell, but which one is a mystery to you. You turn around to see if you can spot anything else, and a dark silhouette in the distance catches your eyes. You squint to see better, the moonlight making it easier to make out the shape.

An involuntary gasp leaves you when you see a massive ship wrecked against the dunes. It is a beautiful barque and reminds you of the miniature model that used to be in the showcase in Hongjoong's office. In fact, you realise that the ship is exactly like it, down to the markings on the sides and the massive masts that tower over the dunes. You take a step towards it, wanting to take a closer look but stop in your tracks when you see a jeep making its way toward it from the opposite side. As it gets closer, the headlights light up the ship, further lighting up the massive vessel, but the very next moment, a strong wind starts blowing, and you find yourself in the middle of a dust sthem. Soon, the dream dissolves into darkness, and you wake up gasping for breath.

These images resonate through the caverns of your mind, and unconsciously, your fingers claw at the sheets. The only thing that provides you with some respite from the turmoil and confusion is the dim light that filters through the crack of your door, helping you to gain some semblance of clarity and distinguish between dream and reality. You feel something unspool within you. Disbelief perhaps, denial even, but deeper within, disappointment.

Because it's at that point you realise that whoever has the Cromer is sending you dreams.

Rose Gold Silk

Fashion designer!Hongjoong x assistant reader

Warning: Snuggly and fluffy

"Just a little bit more to the left, darling~" Your boss instructed with a thoughtful hum. You did as told and felt your cheeks flush when his hand softly stops you when you reach the exact position that he wanted you in.

"Right there, perfect~" He replied elegantly as he continued to make alterations to your dress.

"I just love dressing you up, my darling Y/N~" He purrs excitedly as his hands steadily stitch along a seam to tailor the dress to your form.

"Thank you, Hongjoongie." You replied softly in a barely audible voice. It was a great honor to be dressed by your employer and being doted upon like this made you feel loved in a way that you couldn't explain.

Your eyes were trained directly on the mirror that you stood before. Eyes filled with wonder at the layers of rose gold silk cascading down your body in an ethereal waterfall of fabric.

Your eyes became fixated on Hongjoong's toiling hands. The precision of his stitches amazed you and the way that he worked so fast and efficiently always boggled your mind.

"Tu es si belle~" His softly cooing voice jarred your fixated gaze from his busy hands. Another blush colored your cheeks when you recalled the English translation was "You are so beautiful~"

"Thank you, you're beautiful too." You uttered quietly and looked away from the reflection of your burning red face.

"Hush~" He reprimanded softly out of shyness and moved on to change the subject. "I honestly can't decide which piece is my favorite from this collection when you wear it. I love them all when you wear them, darling~" He smiles proudly at you and ties off the thread securely so that his seam would not ravel.

"I love all of your works, Hongjoongie." You smile at him with unconcealed admiration filling your eyes.

"Thank you, my sweet darling~" He smiles brightly with a hint of playfulness that made your heart flutter.

You gasp gently when he leans in and rests his forehead against your own while a million beautiful stars seemed to glitter within his dark orbs. You couldn't quite get used to him in high heels and being able to match your height but it made you feel warm inside to be able to look into his eyes like this.

"Come here, doll~ I want to hold you in my arms~" He walked away in a sophisticated manner. His elegance made your heart do a strange dance whilst unaware of your own footsteps that made their way to the couch where he sat down.

"Thank you, my dear~" He purred as you sat down and instinctively hugged him. The texture of his clothing embodied the richness of his voice and the warmth that you found peace in.

It was moments like now that you were able to forget that you were an assistant for one of the most ambitious and daring designers of the present day fashion world.

He always smelled impeccable and you felt yourself drifting into a dreamland of sorts. Or maybe it was just another dimension altogether. One that you and him could share. Whatever it was was the most perfect dream that you could ever imagine.

"This is perfect." You whisper contentedly as his hands thread through your locks with care. "We are perfect together." The smile in his voice was evident and you felt a wave of happiness surge within your heart.

His perfect hands smooth down the soft silk that you wore. Ensuring that all of the details of the dress were in place and making you feel safe in his hold.

"I don't want to mess it up. This one is special because I'm holding you while in it." You mumble sheepishly.

"I doubt that you could mess it up. You always treat my designs with so much care, darling~ Besides, I would have an excuse to spoil you with a new piece~" He smiles appreciatively and gently tucks your hair behind your ear.

"I can't wait to get some more clothes prepared for you to try on!" Hongjoong's voice was bright and energetic. Sending a feeling of contagious excitement through your body.

"I can't wait also." You nod with a smile as your eyes danced like twinkling stars glittering in the night sky.

"You must be so, so tired darling~ All of those dresses that you tried on..." He trailed off while a pout grew on his face.

"I loved every minute of it!" You reassure softly and smile at him warmly.

Your own smile prompted his own worries to melt away and he snuggled you close gleefully. Both of you were happy together and filled with love for each other.

{3} - Morning Mist - Yandere!Dragon!Ateez X Chubby!Reader

Yandere AU & Dragon AU

Genre: Mature, Horror, Angst

Pairing: Ateez X Reader (Small focus on Wooyoung & San)

Words: 4,238

Warnings: Minor violence. Like, really minor. This is a Yandere story, it will contain themes such as stalking, violence, obsession, possessive natures, and just general overall creepiness and swearing. You have been warned.

A/n: So, this chapter isn’t as Ateez packed as you may think, but it sets up some plot relevance which will be explored later on. Jongho is also gonna make a reappearance next chapter with the OC in person ehehe, so I hope you’ll all look forward to that! As always, feedback is greatly appreciated! Enjoy~

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[Turbulence] Ch. I

Synopsis: The Academy was the most prestigious scoop to go to. If you had money, you ruled the school, and if you were poor, you were the stepping stools to the others. And if you're Y/n L/n, your life was going to become a living nightmare.

Pairing: Poly!Ateez x Reader, Original Characters x Reader, Original characters x Ateez.

Au: Academy Au

Theme: Angst, Yandere.

Chapter Synopsis: On your first day you managed to make two friends, one new and one old. Though you quickly realized that your two new friends, were big puzzle pieces in this school

Warnings: None in this chapter...

Word Count: 2.7k words

A/n: I HOPE YOU ALL ENJOY THIS READ! More at the end of the chapter!

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Y/n L/n - You, the beautiful reader <3

M/n L/n - Your mother

N/n - Your nickname

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Chapter I: [School Royalty and Old Friends.]

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The Academy is one of the most prestigious schools to send your children to. It’s a private college that prides itself on how great the school is and how safe it is for your children.

You got into this school by sheer luck.

Thanks to your mothers Alumni status at this school and her catering business supporting the school, she managed to wriggle you into the school.

She knew how much you wanted to go to it and she knew how much you feared community college due to your past.

So the most she could do as a mother was to get you in a safe comfortable environment where she could keep her eyes on you.

She wanted to prevent what had happened to you before…

She wanted to be able to protect you.

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You had come to the school late in the day, so it was around lunch time, many people were moving around and chatting with friends.

Obviously you didn’t have any friends yet, so you decided to go up to the roof to eat your lunch.

The roof has a beautiful sitting area for students. You looked around for somewhere to sit until your eyes fell on a male that was sitting alone.

He had pretty black hair and beautiful brown eyes. He wore a smooth black suit with a white flower on it. He must’ve noticed that you were staring at him, because he turned to look at you, a confused look on his face. 

You gave him a soft smile before asking.

“May I sit with you?”

He seemed taken aback by your question. “Do you not know who I am?..” He asked and you rubbed the back of your neck, confused, you tilt your head to the side.

“Am I supposed to?”

The male simply chuckled and patted the seat beside him,

“No, not at all….”

You smile and went over to sit next to him. You take your lunch out of your bag and place it infront of you. “So what is your name?” You asked. 

The male seemed to think for a second before answering.

“Kang Yeosang. Yours?”

“(L/n) (Y/n).”

You push your lunch box in the center of the two of you. Yeosang looked down at it with a raised eyebrow. You happily took a bite with a smile on your face, “Do you want some? My moms a caterer and she had some left over from yesterday.”

Yeosang started for a few moments before smiling and taking a piece of chicken from the box, you watched as he happily munching on it. His eyes lit up but he didn’t say anything.

The two of you continued to talk and got to know each other throughout the rest of the lunch period.

You soon hear the bell ring and see Yeosang start to stand up.

“Well, I have to go now. Will I see you around?” He asked and you nodded along.

“Of Course! You’re really nice!” Yeosang's face heats up and he turns his head slightly. When you went to go to stand up, you noticed a mark on his face. It was actually his birthmark and you were captivated by it. You’d never seen a person with one on their face, and to you it fit the male's face perfectly.

Yeosang turned back to you and chuckled, “Thank you…let’s meet up here from now on.”

He sounded almost sad, he was taking his sweet time walking away from you. Before he left the roof he turned to wave to you before finally leaving off the roof.

You waited until he was gone to let out a squeal of excitement and embarrassment.

On your first day, an attractive guy talked to you and became your friend with barely any effort!

You kept thinking about it, it was on your mind until you got back home.

Your mother was in the kitchen preparing dinner for the two of you when you slammed the front door open. 

“MOTHER!!!” You yelled at the top of your lungs, spooking her a bit. You see her come into the living room to see your happy face.

She placed a hand on her heart and gave you a playful hit on your shoulder. “God! You can’t do that Darling! You nearly gave your momma a heart attack!”

You giggled happily as you flopped on the couch. “I met a really cute boy today at school and he wants to continue meeting up with me at school!!!” You say nearly falling off the couch as you trailed off.

Your mother giggled softly as she watched your little freak out.

Your mother helped you off the floor and led you to the kitchen, she sat you down and allowed you to ramble on about Yeosang. “I’m so happy for you pumpkin..” She said in response and it earned a bright smile from you.

Your mother smiled as she turned back to cooking, she sighed to herself.

She was happy that you were getting along with others already. She didn’t know if she could handle another incident. She had to keep you safe.

She had to make sure you continued to be happy and okay.

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The next day you were giddy, and you arrived on campus excited to start your first full day of classes.

You walked in waiting for class when you saw a group of girls excitedly waiting by one of the school entrances.

“Oh my god! Here he comes!!”

“He’s so attractive!!”

“Look at me! I’m so perfect for you!!!”

You rolled your eyes, trying to push pass the many girls to try to get to your classroom only to have your eyes widen as they fell onto who they were screaming for.

It was Yeosang, and as soon as he arrived girls swarmed him.

That’s probably why he asked if you knew who he was, this boy was practically school royalty it seems!

You stared in awe, not meaning to make eye contact with Yeosang. He smiled at you before pushing past people to make it over to you.

You watched as the other girls surrounding him parted like the red sea and allowed him to get to you. When he finally reached you, he grabbed your hands with a gentle smile.

“I didn’t know you were a new student Y/n. You should’ve told me.” You shook your head, 

“It wasn’t that important…how’d you find out anyways?” Yeosang averted his eyes for a bit.

“I’ll tell you later, let me walk you to class..”

You had no say in the matter as the male grabbed your hand and took you to your first period class. You could feel the eyes staring into the back of your head.

The jealous murmurs were loud in your ears and suddenly the hand that you were holding felt hot.

“Who is she?”

“And who does she think she is?”

“Idk but she has no right being that close to Yeosang..”

“She looks like a poor welfie bitch…”

You knew that this was going to cause problems for you in the future but you really couldn’t think about that with Yeosang being around you. It was like he had this calming aura around him.

Your first class was Digital media and Yeosang waved you goodbye and walked away from the door. You smiled and turned to walk into the classroom. You went to sit at a computer in the back of the class and sat down.

You noticed some others walking in after you, all talking to each other and picking other seats. You looked down at your phone to text your mother that you got to your class safely.

You heard ruffling around, then a voice.

“N/n..is that you?”

That voice made you freeze, when you raised your head you made eye male with short dark colored hair, he had rounded glasses on and dressed in oversized fashion and a camera hung around his neck.

It took you a moment before your memory clicked.

“Hongjoong!” You got up out your chair and hugged the male tightly who excitedly hugged you back.

Kim Hongjoong was your best friend from your highschool, he was your protector, always hovering behind you and making sure that you were okay. The two of you were big art nerds, always in the art studio or outside taking pictures with his camera.

You thought you would never see him again…after the incident…

—

“No!! Please wake up y/n….”

You could barely keep your eyes open, your body felt like shit. It felt like it was on fire, your blood was pulsing through you as you laid on the studio floor.

It was wet around you…you couldn’t tell if it was blood or paint solvant.

You heard footsteps coming towards you as your head was now placed in someones lap.

“H..hongjoong?...”

“Shh…just hold on y/n..”

Your memory was hazy, the most you could remember was waking up in the ICU. You could hear the anger in your mothers voice and the concern in Hongjoong’s mother’s tone. The both of them were talking (or yelling) at who you could only assume was the chancellor of the school.

Whenever critical events happened involving students, he would arrive to assess the situation.

Your mother told you it was only to save face.

You could feel a warm hand on yours, and you assumed it was Joong.

“That’s it! I am pulling my daughter out of your school!!”

Those words shattered Hongjoong’s heart. He knew damned well that if he was with you that day, if he would have listened to his better judgment and followed you to your class. That you wouldn’t be in this predicament, that you would be fine…

And that you wouldn’t be leaving him..

“Please…don’t take her away from me…”

“Don’t take my bestfriend…”

—-

Hongjoong’s sigh breaks you out of your trance as he finally pulls away from you. He gets a good look at your face before breaking out into a big grin.

 “I’m so glad to see you again…” “Same to you Joongie…” You replied, the nickname making a soft blush cross the males face.

Hongjoong then moved to sit down beside you as the teacher finally came in to start your class period.

The two of you barely ended up paying attention at all to the professor as you mostly caught up on everything you missed. You had blocked out the world and the only thing you were focused on was your best friend and how much you missed him.

What broke the two of you out of your little trance was the bell that signaled the end of class, luckily Hongjoong’s schedule was the same as yours, so he made sure he walked with you to class, his hand wrapped tightly around yours.

But as you walked around with Hongjoong you could feel more and more jealous stares burning holes into the back of your head. You didn’t dare to look up to meet the eyes of the girls who were obviously jealous.

You really hoped and prayed that Hongjoong wasn’t popular like Yeosang and had fangirls, though…

The comments you heard said otherwise.

“Not hongjoong too!”

“That fucking slut!”

“Does she really think she can waltz in here and take not one, but two members of Ateenagerz.”

You gripped Hongjoong’s hand tighter, keeping the group name in the back of your head.

You just wanted to get to and from class without any hassle. You didn’t want them, they were just your friends, one of which you had literally just met!

Though you made a mental note when you got home to look up that group name.

School went by fast, especially with Hongjoong by your side. He waited beside you as you waited for your mom to arrive. “I bet your mom will be surprised to see me..” he jokes, nudging you.

You rolled your eyes at him playfully, “Yea sure, I’m pretty sure she misses her fake son..” You replied, starting to walk up as you noticed her car pull up.

You hopped in the passenger side as Hongjoong came over to the window, waving to you mother. She took a moment to realize who that was until she let out a huge excited gasp.

“Kim Hongjoong!?” She exclaimed and he chuckled at her.

“In the flesh, it’s nice to see you again Miss (L/n)”

Your mom looked at you and you gave the look that said ‘I’ll explain later’. She nodded and gave the boy a bright smile. “Well if you’re here I know my Y/n is in good hands..” he nods and winks at the two of you. 

“You know it! See you tomorrow N/n!” He waved goodbye and went over to a group of 7 boys, and you could’ve sworn you saw Yeosang amongst that group.

That only made you pull out your phone quicker. There was a website that your school had that allowed you to see all organizations on campus. You learned this from the bit of Digital Media class that you managed to pay attention to.

You talked to your mom about your day on the way home as you decide to search of the group name you heard the girls mention. 

‘Ateenagerz…’

You hit send.

And your eyes widened.

[Ateenagerz is a group of 8 bestfriends, they are a mixing pot of some of the best of the best in the school. Not only that, they help out around the school and are the head of most extracurricular clubs. Ateenagerz is just their main group, a club of popular friends who sometimes make music…]

And just your fucking luck. 

Your new friend, Yeosang was a member, you spotted him first in the picture that they had on the school’s website.

But that wasn’t all. Not only was Hongjoong also a member.

He was the leader of the goddamn club.

“Fuck…”

—-----

“Hyung…”

Hongjoong stopped editing the pictures he had taken today to turn to see Yeosang standing in the doorway.

Yeosang walked over with a gentle smile. “I didn’t know you knew Y/n…” Hongjoong hummed in response, leaning back in his chair. “Mhm…she’s my bestfriend…” He starts before sitting back up, he then goes to open a file on his computer. He motions for Yeosang to come closer.

He smiles at the younger male, “It took me a while to find her, but I didn’t expect for her to waltz right into our school..” He answers, anaylzing your school files. He sighed longingly as he looked at your school picture.

“I’m just glad she’s okay…” He mumbles and Yeosang nods. “We need to tell the others to be on the lookout for her. I refuse to let what happened to her happen again.”

“Alright. I’ll send a message in the groupchat now.”

Hongjoong hummed as his phone pinged, signaling that Yeosang had sent the message.

[K. Yeo to Ateenzagerz]

K.Yeo: We’ve found her :). Everyone please come to the Digital Media Classroom for emergency meeting.

Joong: That means now. It's urgent.

WooYoung: Awww…right now? Me and San were just about to go get food..

Joong: Your ass better be here before 5;30 or else.

WooYoung:...Jeez..yes captain…damn.

Sannie: Gotcha! I’ll grab Jongho, Mingi and Yunho! They had practice.

Hwa<;3: Already was on the way. I also have some more information.

Hongjoong smiled down at his phone. 

He wasn’t going to let you get harmed again. He refused to let you get harmed again. 

And he was going to make sure no one dared lay a finger on you again.

“I finally found you again….N/n”

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Extra lil info!:

*Reader-chan is a sophomore in college alongside Jongho. 

*Mingi, San, Wooyoung, Yunho and Yeosang are all Juniors.

*Seonghwa and Hongjoong are Seniors.

*Hongjoong and Y/n went to the same Highschool before the Incident happened, the incident happened her sophomore year, his senior year. Hongjoong still has nightmares.

*Mama (L/n) is a caterer, and whatever school Y/n attends, she offers her services for special school events.

*ATEENAGERZ is the hub group for the boys, they are all apart of different clubs/organizations. Will explain more later.

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I hope you all enjoyed this first chapter of Turbulence!

I will try to be more consistent with posting and the boys aren’t gonna show their sides yet! Well…only Hongjoong slightly!

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Best Friends!Woosang x Gn!Reader

Word Count: 11.8k

Genre: Best Friends to Friends With Benefits to Lovers

Warnings: dom!yeosang, sub!wooyoung, sub!reader, explicit member x member scene, reader is gender neutral, they/them pronouns, head (m and gn receiving), polyamory, slight manhandling, anal play, reader is referred to having a "hole", exhibitionism, explicit photos, masturbation, reader is so clueless it hurts, wooyoung is a brat, but also a good boy, lots of gay sex

A/N: IM BAAAAACK finally! I'm on here with my temp acc and I have been writing this thing for literally like a month which is why it's so long, but here it is, my baby. Special thanks to @wooyoblr for proofreading for me! I hope you enjoy this smutty mess, it's the longest fic I have ever written.

You could tell in the way he was staring at you what he was thinking about.

Yeosang was usually a hard person to read, what with his blank expression and all, but this time you could tell something was on his mind. Something is bothering him.

"Why are you looking at me like that?" you finally ask him, not a fan of the way his gaze is burning a hole into your skull. It's as if he got shaken violently when he realizes you were talking to him. "Looking at what? Huh?" he spits, dumbfounded. He was staring? He didn't even realize. "Um, you were looking at me like I have tits on my face?" 

Yeosang purses his lips at your crude joke and brushes off your questions. "Nothing. I was just spacing out again." You look him in the eyes and raise your eyebrow as high as it can go. "Yeosang, I've known you for years and I have literally never seen that look on your face before. What are you thinking about?" Once again he avoids your questions, clearly not wanting to delve into the depths of his mind right now. "It's nothing, I swear. I'm hungry, let's order some chicken."

Deciding not to press him further, you groan at his proclamation. "We literally had fried chicken yesterday!" Yeosang just tuts his tongue at you as he pulls up the fast food app on his phone, your orders already saved from the previous time.

Clearly, he has his priorities straight.

You get up from your seat and make your way into the kitchen, grabbing some water and making your way back into the living room where the both of you had been relaxing all day playing video games. You probably won't ever get his stare out of your head. The way he was looking at you was so unusual. There was something behind his eyes, some emotion you couldn't quite place. But maybe it was just your imagination. You bring your water up to your lips to take a sip and wash away your uneasiness.

"Wooyoung is on his way."

All of the water in your mouth lands onto the coffee table in front of you. Before Yeosang can even spout nonsense about 'Now he has to clean this mess.' and 'Can't you act surprised like a normal person?', you shout, "What the hell! Why does he always do that, invite himself over?"

Yeosang giggles a bit and picks up a controller off the table, flipping through the games on your console. No matter what you were doing, if you were with Yeosang, Wooyoung had to appear. Hell, even when you were alone, he had to appear. He has a very bad habit of appearing at strange times. One time, after you flirted with Hongjoong all night then fucked him secretly at a party (one night stand, of course), Wooyoung had appeared at your doorstep not even 30 minutes later, insisting on having a spontaneous sleepover. He was going to be the death of you.

Your feelings of annoyance settle as you start a round of Super Smash Bros with Yeosang, but those feelings appear once again at the ring of your doorbell. ‘Please be the chicken’, you think to yourself as Yeosang heads over to the front door. Yeosang opens the door to a very excited Wooyoung on the other side.

"Hey, thanks for buying me food guys!" you hear from your seat in the living room. Of course it's him. Wooyoung walks into the living room and sets the food down onto the coffee table, his grin as wide as ever. "Hi yn! What, you're playing smash without me? That's so mean!"

The red haired man plops himself besides you, with Yeosang on the other side. "No, please, make yourself at home, Wooyoung." You roll your eyes, half jokingly.

Yes, while you find Wooyoung to be incredibly annoying, inconsiderate, and downright bratty, you still love the goofball. His personality is charming, and you wouldn't change your bickering friendship for the world. It's honestly amazing how Yeosang has put up with him longer than you have.

Yeosang somehow beats you again. You aren't even sure how honestly, he just hits random buttons and half the time he thinks he is your character. It doesn't matter now though, you toss the controller to Wooyoung so he can get a turn in, and head into the kitchen to grab a drink.

"Do you guys want anything?" you yell from the fridge, grabbing yourself a coke. 

"Just a sprite please!" Wooyoung yells back and Yeosang asks for a coke. You grab the drinks and grab a small snack too, thinking that the food will be gone soon anyway. You make your way back to the living area, setting the cokes onto the coffee table.

When you come back both the boys are snickering to each other, and as Yeosang whispers in Wooyoung ear the redhead lets out a loud cackle, his ears a bit red. "What are you two giggling about?" You quirk an eyebrow at them. 

"Nothing, nothing." Wooyoung spits, settling down from his fit of laughter. "Yeosang is just being dumb again is all." The brunette slaps him lightly on the shoulder and you open your coke, taking a sip.

You wonder why they are being so suspicious today. They are always a bit strange but today you can tell something is off, like they have nefarious plans up their sleeves. You choose to ignore it for the time being and spend the rest of the evening relaxing. 

***

The rest of the night goes smoothly, minus the few times Wooyoung nearly broke one of your controllers, and Yeosang spilling his coke on the floor. After scolding them for their shenanigans, Wooyoung heads out and you and Yeosang get ready for bed. Yeosang heads to the guest room after telling you goodnight and you stay behind to clean up a bit, before taking a shower and heading to bed yourself. 

Yeosang has been very clingy lately and you had reluctantly allowed him to stay over for a couple of days. Typically, if Yeosang stays over, Wooyoung wants to as well but he hadn’t mentioned anything this time around, deciding to just stay at his and Yeosang’s shared apartment for the time being. 

While Wooyoung has a tendency to be annoying, overly affectionate, and insert himself wherever he deems needed, Yeosang is the opposite. Yeosang could breathe and honestly you would give him the world. He is so clueless about the world and everything going on around him and it makes you – and Wooyoung – very protective of him. 

“Yeosang was definitely the type to get swindled, please take care of him.” Wooyoung had told you that’s what Yeosang’s parents had told him when first meeting him, and you cackled. He was a bit brainless sometimes but you loved him nonetheless.

You loved the both of them a lot.

You take your time while getting ready for bed, doing your skincare routine and picking out your comfiest pajamas. Usually when Wooyoung comes over to hang out you tend to feel the need to do a full self care routine before going to bed. Maybe it’s because he stresses you out, affectionately.

After doing your routine you slip into bed, turn on the TV for some background noise, and relax on your phone. You’re giggling to yourself while watching tik toks when you get a ding from your phone – a new message from Wooyoung.

Glancing at the notification, you see that he has sent a photo and quickly you open it, curious as to what stupid meme he has sent you this time. To your surprise, however, you open it to find something much different.

The photo Wooyoung sent was clearly not meant for you. In the photo, it shows Wooyoung, half naked with just his boxers on. His stomach is exposed and glistening a bit, either from sweat or maybe he just got out of the shower; you can’t tell. His cock is hard and tight against his underwear, his large hand gripping it firmly overtop them. You can’t fully see his face but you can see his mouth and it’s slightly agape, his tongue brushing against his teeth in what seems to be concentration.

You feel your heart sink. This has to be some sort of accident right? Woyoung has always been super flirty, and a bit crude at times, but he would never send you something such as this right? Not even thirty seconds between the photo being sent and you opening it, Wooyoung sends another text.

Menace: Oh my god yn I’m so sorry this was not meant for you!!!!!

You sit there for a minute not responding, still in awe. (And maybe admiring the photo a bit too much.) After a minute passes, he sends another text.

Menace: I saw you opened it please say something

Menace: I’m so embarrassed you can delete it

You realize you forgot to respond so you type quickly;

You: It’s okay Woo I’ll just delete it, next time control your dick and think with your brain 

You send a skull emoji to indicate that you found it funny and he apologizes once more before saying good night. You close your phone and decide that maybe it is time for you to go to bed, and you shut your TV. You sit in the dark in silence for about 5 minutes with your eyes closed before the image pops back into your head.

‘God why can’t my brain shut off,’ you think to yourself. You once again attempt to sleep but now not only does the image haunt you, but thoughts do as well. You start to imagine Wooyoung stroking his hard cock through his briefs, precum beading at the top. You can feel your arousal start to grow at your thoughts and as much as you try to stop thinking about it, you can’t.

You have to admit, the photo was really hot, and Wooyoung himself is very attractive. It wouldn’t have been the first time you’ve seen him shirtless or in his boxers, usually opting to sleep in just his boxers when he sleeps over and when he cuddles, but this time is so different. You can’t help but continue to think of Wooyoung touching himself, thinking about the size of his cock and how big it looked in the photo, how sexy his mouth is and what it would look like on you.

That’s it, you can’t take it. You decide to pick up your phone and turn on the lamp next to your bed on your nightstand. You pull up the photo of Wooyoung and, after having one more thought about this being wrong, you decide you are going to masturbate to it. Is it wrong to masturbate to a sexy photo of your best friend? Oh yeah. But horny totally trumps morals.

You slip one of your hands down your sleeping shorts and get to work, touching yourself lightly and imagining it’s Wooyoung. Imagining him kissing all along your neck, down your chest, between your thighs. You can feel your orgasm building fast, your thoughts racing and your heart pounding. Sweat beads on your forehead with every movement and thought of him. Who knew something so forbidden could turn you on so much?

After a few minutes you feel the heat in your abdomen build more intensely, and you know you're close, so so close. As you near the edge though, your phone rings loudly and the facetime screen pops up. The other side shows Wooyoung’s face and name; Menace; and you panic. Your fingers slip from the top of your phone across the screen and you accidentally answer the facetime. You see your disheveled, sweaty face in the top right of the screen and even though he can’t see your lower half you still scramble to take your hand out of your pants.

“Hey I know you were probably about to sleep but I wanted to apologize again– Woah, why are you so sweaty?” Your eyes widen and you think quickly, trying to come up with an excuse as fast as possible. “Oh I- I, uh- I decided to work out before bed and you called me right as I got in.” You smile awkwardly and he laughs, but it’s more of a half scoff, half laugh. “You were working out? At 11pm? With Sangie there? You know he sleeps early wouldn’t you have woken him up? And since when the hell do you worko–” You quickly shut him up, “What’s with all the questions? I work out all the time, okay? Now why are you facetiming me?”

He just stares blankly for a second and quirks an eyebrow before continuing. “I just wanted to apologize again, that was really dumb of me. And I also was wondering if you had any plans for tomorrow?” 

Wooyoung? Asking you if you had plans? That’s strange but you decide not to question it further due to your, well, odd predicament. “Nothing, why?” you reply blankly. “I want you to come over to me and Yeosang’s place tomorrow. I have a surprise for you.” You are about to question the formality and why the surprise before he quickly adds, “Okay good night love you hugs and kisses byeeeee~” You are about to yell at him but he hangs up the call before you can get another word out. You let out a deep sigh, what is he up to? 

After sitting for a second, reality hits. You just masturbated to your best friend. Not only that, but you nearly got caught masturbating to your best friend. This was a whole new level of messed up. You decide not to let this get to you though and decide that maybe this is a sign you shouldn’t finish what you were doing and it’s finally time for sleep, so you do just that. You put your phone back onto the nightstand and turn your lamp off. This time you finally do fall asleep easily, but not without inner turmoil boiling inside you.

***

The next day you wake up at around 10 in the morning, a stranger is now in your bed. Usually when either Wooyoung or Yeosang sleep over, you force them to sleep in the guest room but they will eventually come out and slip into your bed to cuddle. Wooyoung is much more clingy than Yeosang and does it more often, but Yeosang will do it every once in a while, usually when he feels lonely or wants attention and doesn’t want to wake you up.

Normally, you would be okay with this. You don’t mind skinship with these two, it just comes naturally, but with what happened last night, you feel your stomach turn. You had just masturbated to Wooyoung’s nudes and now you’re cuddling with Yeosang? It feels illegal.

You decide not to let this get to you today, and to forget the whole ordeal. You are being forced to hang out with both of them the rest of the day so you might as well just shove those thoughts to the deepest depths of your brain and enjoy yourself as much as you can. You are about to get out of bed when Yeosang rustles around first, looking up at you with closed eyes and messy hair. 

“G’mornin,” he mumbles, wiping his eyes. 

“Good morning, Yeosang,” you say back to him and prop yourself up, reaching for your phone.

As if nothing had happened last night, you open up your phone to several notifications from Wooyoung, all stupid memes and tik toks he shares with you daily. Wooyoung is the only one out of the three of you that goes to bed fairly late, so while you are asleep he will send the group chat, or you, stupid memes he finds. You open up one of the tik toks and giggle. It’s some strange looking dog and the sound is someone singing “Didn’t I do it….for you..” in a funny voice.

Yeosang gets up to look at your phone and you quickly shut it off and throw it onto the bed. “Hey, I just wanted to see what you were watching.” He frowns.

“It wasn’t even that funny. Anyway, you should go shower, you smell.” You avoid any further questions and bring your hand up to your nose, waving it and acting like you smelled something bad. Yeosang playfully shoves you and giggles, and you ruffle his hair lovingly. He gets up, straightens out his shirt, and heads to the guest room to get ready for a shower. 

You pick up your phone and head out of your room as well, your stomach growling signaling it’s time for breakfast. You quickly text Wooyoung that you and Yeosang are getting ready and are going to eat breakfast before heading over to his place. Wooyoung replies with a salute emoji and you get started on breakfast. You decide on something simple, nothing too fancy or hard to cook and you get done with it quickly, setting up the table and making two plates for the two of you.

You head out of the kitchen and towards the guest room to let Yeosang know that breakfast is ready, and before you can knock you realize the door is slightly ajar. You hear a couple of grunts and you think to yourself, ‘Is he really working out right after taking a shower?’ You open the door a bit just to peak in and once again, you are met with a shocking sight.

Yeosang is completely nude, standing with one of his legs propped up onto the bed and the other holding him steady, his hand pumping his hard cock. His hair is still damp from his shower, beads of water also covering his body here and there. A drop of water spills from his neck down the outer side of his back and across his defined ass. You almost let out a yelp and are about to leave to give him privacy when you see it. The room is fairly small so the bed where he is standing is close to the door, and while Yeosang is turned into a position where he can’t see the door at all, you can clearly see what he is getting off to.

Your hand covers your mouth as you look at his phone. The same naughty photo that Wooyoung had ‘accidentally’ sent you last night is on Yeosang’s screen. There is a long paragraph below it but it’s too small to be able to read. Your eyes widen in surprise as you realize who the photo was meant for, and you stand there a second longer in pure shock. You don’t even realize just how long you had been standing there but it isn’t long beforeYeosang finishes with a moan, his hot cum covering his hand and the sheets. Rope after rope spills out, a bit landing on his phone too. You can see all of his muscles tense, then relax once he comes down from his high. ‘He better wash those fucking sheets later.’ You think to yourself.

You finally realize where you are and hurriedly go back to the kitchen. 

As you are taking a breath in the kitchen, Yeosang cleans himself up, a mischievous smirk crossing his face. He left the door open on purpose and he knew you were watching the entire time. He knew you probably saw the photo, and he knew that Wooyoung didn’t accidentally send it to you, or call you last night; it was all on purpose. Why was it all on purpose? Why were both Yeosang and Wooyoung teasing you so much? Soon, you will find out, and soon your friendship with them will change forever.

You calm yourself down and take a seat at the table, start to stuff your face with breakfast to get your mind off of what you had just witnessed, although it won’t leave your head. Yeosang looked so hot, his toned body flexing with each stroke of his cock. And the way his face looked as he finally came, you wish it was you making him feel that good. 

Wait, what? Did you really just think that? Before you can even question your own thoughts, Yeosang walks in – clothes on now, thankfully.

“Sorry I took so long; I decided to do a small workout,” he states as he sits in the chair next to you, bringing his food closer to him and taking a whiff of the aroma. You let out a huff, knowing damn well that is not what he was doing at all. “Why didn’t you call me out for breakfast? You’re already halfway done with your plate.” He frowns and you look down at your plate. It had only been about a 10 minute time interval between Yeosang finishing and you rushing to the table and manically eating your food to forget what had happened. 

“I’m just hungry, don’t judge me. I just forgot you were here for a second is all.” You pout and continue finishing your plate as he gets to work on his own. “You forgot I was here, and yet you made me a plate? Seems fishy…” He giggles to himself and you just roll your eyes, deciding to ignore his attempts at questioning you.

You both finish breakfast soon after, and you go back into your room and get dressed. After dressing up, and forcing yourself to forget the past day and a half, you head out with Yeosang to his and Wooyoung’s shared apartment. Hopefully nothing awkward happens, right?

***

While you and Yeosang are on your way to his and Wooyoung’s shared apartment, Wooyoung decides, for the first time in his life, that maybe he should clean up and make the place look good. He and Yeosang decided that today was the day they were going to tell you what has been going through their heads these past few months, and he wanted it to look at least a little bit presentable. 

It started with Wooyoung. After years and years of such a tight knit friendship between the three of you, he had come to a realization one day. He and Yeosang had actually realized they liked each other, and while not considering themselves dating, they decided they would fool around with each other every once in a while. Yeosang was afraid of ruining the relationship between the three of them and Wooyoung thought so as well, so they both agreed to keep it a secret until they were ready to tell you. They weren’t expecting a third factor to affect this new relationship between them, however. Somewhere down the line, Wooyoung was the first to realize that he liked you too, and perhaps not in just a sexual way. 

He remembers it so vividly. 

It was any other day really, playing video games and messing around as usual. Usually, when he isn’t playing, he will glance at you or Yeosang, just admiring the environment around him and the feeling he gets when he is with you two, but this time he stared too long. He found himself admiring you, how cute you looked when deep into a game. How you laughed when Yeosang lost. Everything about you had him in a trance.

Of course he did this with Yeosang too,. It came naturally at this point. But he never expected it with you. And suddenly, he became hyper aware of what he had thought normal feelings about a friendship were. The way he felt about you and Yeosang wasn’t normal – not feelings that any friend would harbor, at least.

Yeosang, on the other hand, pushed back his feelings. When Wooyoung offered him a sexual relationship, he was excited, and kind of glad he didn’t bring up any romantic feelings. Yeosang cared about the both of you so much and he would be so hurt if something so trivial got in the way. So he said yes, and he had said yes again when Wooyoung brought up the idea of teasing you and seeing if you wanted to join as well. He was aware that even a sexual dynamic could change your friendship forever, but he knew how tough you all were.

While cleaning up, Wooyoung hears presumably Yeosang fiddling with the lock on the door and entering the shared apartment, and he rushes to the front door. “Welcome to our humble abode,” he says and bows at a 90 degree angle, pointing his hand toward the living area. Yeosang chuckles and walks in and you enter behind him with an overnight bag. Only five minutes before leaving your own apartment, Yeosang asked you to pack a bag and spend the night, and you couldn’t resist saying no with the look he gave you.

“You act as if I’ve never been here before Wooy– Oh, it’s clean?” 

Yeosang lets out a louder laugh this time, holding his stomach. Wooyoung’s face contorts into a shocked expression, and he scoffs. “What do you mean? My apartment is always clean.” He straightens up his back and gives off a proud aura and you just laugh loudly along with Yeosang. 

“Wooyoung, last time I came over, your coffee table was covered in trash and ramen packets.” All the man does in response is scowl. “Anyway, I picked out a few movies for us to watch, then we can play a new game I bought,” he says excitedly, practically skipping over toward the couch. “Okay well let me change into my comfy clothes first.” Wooyoung just says, “Okay,” and plops onto the couch, turning on the TV and pulling up the movies to queue. You walk away and head into Wooyoung’s room to get dressed.

Yeosang heads over to the couch and sits beside Wooyoung, scooching into him. Wooyoung relaxes back into the couch and grabs the throw blanket above him, places it into his and Yeosang’s lap. Yeosang turns to Wooyoung and gets a bit handsy, his large hands finding a perch on Wooyoung’s lap. “So, when are we gonna do this?” Yeosang asks, brushing his thumb over the smaller man's thigh. Wooyoung’s breath hitches a bit but he composes himself just as fast.

“Should we do it tonight? They are sleeping over so maybe we can just do it tomorrow.” Now that the day has finally come, Wooyoung finds himself anxious. Are they really going to try to fuck you? What if things go too far, what if you say no, what if you hate them for asking, what if– 

“Hey, if you’re nervous, we can do it tomorrow,” Yeosang says softly, noticing him tense up a bit. Wooyoung feels himself blush a bit at Yeosang being considerate of not only him, but you and your potential feelings and reaction as well. “Yeah, that might be better, let’s just relax for today.” 

Wooyoung smiles and Yeosang feels his heart skip a beat, for a split second he thinks that maybe this is a bad idea, but Wooyoung interrupts those thoughts with a sudden kiss. It startles the blonde at first but he quickly relaxes into the kiss. Things get heated fairly quick and Yeosang reaches for Wooyoung’s clothed cock, brushing his thumb over his length when they both hear the bedroom door open, signaling you were on your way back from getting changed. The two men quickly pull apart and scooch away from each other, trying to act normal.

“Yeosang why are you sitting like that?” You cackle, looking over to him. 

Yeosang is on the opposite side of Wooyoung, his hand underneath his chin and staring off to the blank wall like he is deep in thought. Wooyoung is the only one who looks normal and like they weren’t just having a heated makeout a second ago. “Like what? I was just thinking that’s all.” Wooyoung bites his lip to hold back a chuckle at Yeosang being an idiot, and you mumble out a “Okay, thinker,” mocking him. 

You seat yourself in between the men, stealing the blanket covering Wooyoung’s lap and covering your own. For once, he doesn’t protest. You motion for Yeosang to sit closer to you, and reluctantly he does so. You wonder why he is being a bit distant when you see it, he is rock hard underneath his pants. After what happened earlier in the day and the night before, you decide to ignore it, and honestly Yeosang is thankful for that. As much as he wants to cuddle, he doesn’t want you to think he is some sort of pervert for being hard while cuddling. Not that would matter, since he is kind of a pervert for trying to get in your pants eventually anyway.

You opt to scoot closer to Wooyoung, leaning your head into his side and laying your feet near Yeosang. “So, what are we watching?” you ask, pushing your now NSFWforming thoughts aside, and ignoring the image of Yeosang’s cock in your brain. “I thought it would be cool for us to binge a series, so I chose The Hunger Games!” he says, excitement clear in his voice. Yeosang rolls his eyes and loudly sighs. “What!? I thought you love The Hunger Games!” The red head pouts and instinctively pulls you closer, probably for comfort.

“Yeah, like the first 40 billion times we watched it!” Wooyoung frowns. “Okay but yn hasn’t watched it yet, what if they want to see it?” You giggle at their banter. “I’m fine with watching it, Wooyo, and what’s with the attitude, Yeosang? You were fine just a second ago?”  You question him and he just looks away. “Nothing, I need to use the bathroom.” The blonde gets up and walks into the hall, disappearing. 

Honestly, he is fine with watching it again – Wooyoung was right, he does love those movies. But he is just so sexually frustrated right now he can’t think about anything else. He didn’t mean to get a bit snappy but he has to take care of his little problem. God, why did Wooyoung kiss him at such a horrible time? Yeosang enters the bathroom and looks into the mirror, examining his face a bit, before palming himself through his pants. God, he just can’t wait to see what you say, he needs to know what you feel like.

Yeosang imagines himself kissing your body, admiring how beautiful you probably look fully naked. He frees his cock from his pants and strokes his length a few times. How he wishes he could be inside of you, hearing your moans. And to have Wooyoung there too would send him over the edge. Precum already beads at the head of his cock and he smears it across with his thumb, naturally lubing up the head. He imagines your hot mouth working his cock. You pretty eyes staring up at him while he fucks your mouth.

Yeosang can already feel himself nearing the edge. He already jerked off earlier but he feels so pent up still. He pulls out his phone for some more material and pulls up the photo of Wooyoung once again, moaning a bit too loudly once his eyes land on Wooyoung’s clothed cock. Yeosang can feel his orgasm approaching rapidly, he is so close now. He imagines you and Wooyoung sucking him off, making his cock messy and wet and he nears his release when a knock on the door startles him and he lets go of his cock, effectively edging himself. He is about to curse when he hears whose voice it is.

“Sangie, are you okay? You’ve been in there forever and now I need to pee really badly. Can you hurry up, please?” You are on the other side of the door, regretting the amount of water you drank nervously on the way to their home. You drank it to distract yourself from the thoughts forming in your head about both Yeosang and Wooyoung and now you have to deal with the consequences of chugging four bottles of water.

“Please, I am literally going to explode out here.” Yeosang shoves himself back into his pants, albeit a bit uncomfortably, “Yeah sorry I’m coming out now.” He flushes the toilet, trying to fake actually using the restroom, and exits the bathroom as you run in and slam the door. Sweet relief. 

Yeosang walks back into the living room and sits on the couch, sulking. Wooyoung smiles widely, “So did you finish?” He laughs, knowing exactly why he was in the bathroom for so long. “Shut up,” Yeosang spits and the red head leans his head onto Yeosang’s broad shoulder. “It’s okay, I’ll suck you off later if that makes you feel better.” He gives the blonde his signature puppy dog eyes and Yeosang rolls his own. “Fine.” Is all he says. You enter the living room after relieving yourself and hop onto the couch. “Let’s get this show on the road.” Both of the men cringe deeply.

***

After you all finish the movies, it’s already late in the day and you're all tired. “We can just play games tomorrow, right yn?” Wooyoung asks you. “Yeah, I’ll probably be here all day tomorrow too, nothing to do,” you respond with a yawn. “Why don’t you just sleepover tomorrow too then?” Yeosang asks and Wooyoung eyes him with malice. If the plan does work, then that might be awkward, unless all goes well. 

“You know what, why not. I’ll sleepover another night.”

“Okay, well tonight Yeosang can sleep in my room, and you can sleep in his.” 

“What if I wanted to sleep in your room?”

“Life sucks.” 

Wooyoung shrugs. You just scoff at him and all three of you get up and stretch. You sneak a glance at their bellies as their shirts rise and nearly choke. Obviously Yeosang is very fit and he works out so there is no surprise there, but the peak of Wooyoung’s underwear and his stomach has that photo flashing through your head and you almost choke on nothing. Yeosang pats your back and asks if you’re okay and you simply nod. “I think it’s time for me to sleep anyway, goodnight guys.” Wooyoung sneaks a goodbye kiss on your cheek and attempts to do the same to Yeosang but he effectively dodges it and gives him a disgusted look.

***

You head back into Yeosang’s room and get ready for bed, doing your normal routine. You quickly fall asleep because honestly, the day has exhausted you so much. Meanwhile, both Yeosang and Wooyoung also get ready for bed. Wooyoung is doing his skincare routine in the bathroom when Yeosang comes up behind him, pressing his cock against the redhead’s ass. “I’m trying to wash my face Yeo, can’t you wait like five more minutes?” The blonde brings his hands up to cup Wooyoung’s chest, leaning his head forward and whispering into the younger man's ear, “But I need your lips on my cock right now.”

Wooyoung shivers at his words, and moans as he feels his bulge press up against his ass harder. “Let me finish washing my face please, I’ll be there in a second,” he says through a soft breath, trying not to get on his knees and suck his cock with his face covered in cleanser just to please Yeosang immediately, as much as he wants to. 

Yeosang heads back into Wooyoung’s room reluctantly and Wooyoung’s is done within five minutes, as promised. When he enters Yeosang is already palming himself through his sweats. After being edged twice essentially, he is already at full hardness, having anticipated someone touching him all day long. 

“Come over here and get on your knees, slut.” Wooyoung feels his own cock twitch in his pants, and he quickly walks over to the taller man, dropping to his knees and looking up at Yeosang eagerly. “I want you to suck my cock, and maybe I’ll reward you with your own orgasm. How does that sound?” Wooyoung gulps and places his hands on Yeosang’s thighs, squeezing a little bit. “Anything for you.”

Wooyoung pulls down the blonde man’s sweats, seeing a visible precum stain on his briefs. He palms over the head of his cock through his underwear, feeling the wet patch with his thumb. He then pulls them down, Yeosang’s red straining cock finally freed from the confines of the material. Yeosang hisses through his teeth at the feeling of the air around his pelvis. “Can you take off your shirt please, I want to see all of you.” Yeosang obliges and takes off his sleep shirt, his tensed abs now in view. Wooyoung runs a hand over Yeosang’s abs, admiring how fit he is. He then slowly brings his hand down to his pelvis, and grips the base of his length.

He works his tongue onto the tip of Yeosang’s cock, licking off the salty precum and swirling his tongue around, teasing him a bit. Yeosang lets out a long groan at the feeling of his cock finally being touched, and he swears he could honestly cum right then and there but he holds it back. Finally, Wooyoung takes him fully into his mouth, getting straight to the point and sucking his cock like there’s no tomorrow. Yeosang is caught off guard by the sudden action and lets out loud moans, not caring that you are asleep a room over.

Spit pools at of the sides of Wooyoung’s mouth as he works Yeosang’s cock, the taste of more precum coming out and the veins on his shaft fueling him. Plus, he wants that reward. Yeosang can feel his orgasm approaching quickly, just as quick as it did in the bathroom earlier. Wooyoung reaches down to stroke himself through his own pants, not wanting to wait any longer. He moans at the touch and the vibrations rock Yeosang to his core. “Fuck Woo, if you keep doing that–” He can’t even finish his own sentence because Wooyoung does it again, and again, and again.

Yeosang grips Wooyoung’s fiery red hair, and fucks himself into his mouth. The fire building inside his belly grows hotter and his moans grow louder as he gets so close. A few more movements and he’s done for. Wooyoung swirls his tongue around his length at Yeosang releases a loud string of moans as he finishes in Wooyoung’s mouth. He can feel his cum coating the back of the younger man’s throat, rope after rope coming out and seemingly never ending.

Finally, Wooyoung brings his mouth off with a pop, and swallows every last drop. “That was a lot of cum. Someone was pent up, huh?” He giggles but moans as Yeosang’s grip in his hair yanks his head upward. “Wanna tease me more, slut? Do you even want to be rewarded?” Wooyoung whimpers out, “No please, I’m good, I’m sorry, I’m a good boy Sangie.” Yeosang lets go of his hair and tilts his chin up with his finger. “Are you my good boy? Get on the bed and get undressed, ass up facing me.” The red head does as he says in record time, undressing himself and eagerly getting on the bed, into the position that was asked of him.

“Want me to eat you out? Huh?” Yeosang crawls behind him and taps his ass, Wooyoung’s cock twitching upward in response. “Yes please, please Yeo, I need you.” Yeosang works his tight hole with his tongue, rimming the edge and teasing him. He reaches a hand around the front of his torso, working his cock as well. Wooyoung is a bit longer than Yeosang, and sometimes he lets him top for that sole purpose, but most of the time he can’t help but want to make him a whimpering mess all the time. Looking at him now, moaning underneath his touch, begging for him, is better than any other feeling.

Yeosang finally enters Wooyoung’s hole with his tongue, swirling it around and prodding at his prostate. Wooyoung is now a complete mess underneath him, he hadn’t been touched by Yeosang in a week, mostly due to this plan, and partially due to him repressing his feelings for him. But now, finally feeling his hole being stuffed by his tongue, he feels so good, so wanted. After jerking him and eating him out for a while, Yeosang pulls his tongue out and flips the redhead over. Before Wooyoung can protest, Yeosang climbs further a top him and inserts a single digit into his hole. Wooyoung moans loudly at the sensation, biting his lip to suppress them a bit. 

“Don’t bite your lip, if yn is awake, I want them to hear every single moan and whimper that comes from your mouth.” At those words Wooyoung feels the knot in his abdomen tighten, he knows he’s close. “Sangie please, feels so fucking good.” Yeosang attaches his lips onto one of his sensitive nipples, earning an even louder moan from the younger man. Yeosang inserts another finger, and eventually a third, hitting his prostate relentlessly. The tight knot in Wooyoung’s abdomen finally snaps and he cums with loud moans following. Hot ropes of cum coat his stomach as he rides out his high, Yeosang’s fingers slowing at the last rope. 

“I’ll clean you up,” Yeosang says and gets dressed, heading to grab a warm towel and cleaning off himself and Wooyoung. Yeosang helps him back into his pajamas and slides into bed, cuddling behind him and hugging him close. “Thank you, Woo,” he says gently and kisses the back of his head. Wooyoung finds the moments after sex the hardest with Yeosang, because the way he does aftercare just makes him fall harder. But he holds back. He can feel himself already drifting to sleep. 

“Do you think yn will say yes tomorrow?” he asks with a yawn, squishing his body further into the larger man’s own. “Honestly, I think so. I think if we realized this about each other, then they must feel the same way.” 

Yeosang’s words comfort Wooyoung, and with those words lingering in his mind, he falls asleep.

***

You, on the other hand, are now wide awake. Some time during the night you had woken up. You felt like you had rested well, but looking at the clock you see you had only been asleep for about 30 minutes before waking back up. You had woken up to strange sounds coming from the room next to yours, Wooyoung’s room. ‘Why are they so loud right now?’ you think to yourself, and you soon get your answer in the form of a very loud moan. You can’t tell who it’s from but you can put two and two together, and figure out what’s going on.

Honestly you aren’t super surprised. When they said they would sleep in the same room, you had a small suspicion that they might mess around with each other, plus with what you saw this morning you essentially had confirmation that Yeosang and Wooyoung had indeed been fucking each other, but for how long, you wonder? At this point, you can’t help but think that they are doing this on purpose. The accidental nude, Yeosang’s door being open, now them fucking and moaning loudly knowing you are a room over? It can’t just be coincidence. A part of you wants to think so; they are your best friends and the dynamic hasn’t shifted at any point in your friendship, so what’s changed?

You have to admit, they are both attractive, and you have caught yourself staring at them once or twice before but you would never ask them to fuck, or catch feelings for either of them… Would you? Maybe they are throwing you a bone, that’s why the past two days have been so chaotic. Hell, it would explain their strange behavior the other day, whispering to each other all cryptically. Maybe they had plans up their sleeves.

Before you can indulge your theories further, you hear another, louder moan and this time you can tell who it came from. It sounded just like Yeosang and god, was it hot. You can feel heat growing inside of you, a newfound desire for the both of them. Yeosang’s moans grow a bit louder and you can hear shuffling and the bed creaking a bit. You assume maybe he finished and now they are on the bed, and just before you think things have stopped you hear a new string of moans start, this time louder, more aggressive and high pitched. It had to be Wooyoung.

You can’t take it anymore, you have to touch yourself. You feel so horny and pent up, and god they sound so good, how could you not? You feel a bit guilty masturbating in Yeosang’s bed, but then you remember him finishing on your guest room sheets and giggle to yourself. He can get over it. As you jerk yourself, working yourself to your own high accompanied by Wooyoung’s moans, you imagine them fucking you. You don’t hold back, letting your thoughts roam uncontrollably. You want them so bad, why did it take you until recently to figure it out.

You don’t just want them, you need them, you really need them to fuck you. The constant teasing and tiptoeing is too much.

You imagine Yeosang touching you all over your body, playing with your hole, and Wooyoung kissing you softly, leaving marks all along your jaw and neck. You can feel your orgasm approaching, and you can tell Wooyoung is getting there as well because his moans are louder now. You fuck yourself a bit harder, you now have a goal, to finish at the same time as Wooyoung. You hear his moans grow more and more, and you are so close to the edge you can feel it. Only seconds later you finally feel your orgasm hit, and hit hard. You bite your lip to suppress the moans but hearing how utterly loud Wooyoung is while finishing makes it so difficult.

Your high slows, and you come down gently, cleaning yourself up quickly in the bathroom and shuffling back into the room before one of them even has a chance to leave the bedroom. You make it back into Yeosang’s room quickly and hop into bed. You were exhausted earlier but honestly your own orgasm took you out, probably because you finally let loose to your temptation and embraced your thoughts. You cringe at the thought of what you just did, and wonder what’s to come tomorrow, before drifting back to sleep.

***

Morning arrives and you wake up to Yeosang in the room, putting up laundry. You prop yourself up off the bed, your hair wild and crazy. You slept so soundly last night that you didn’t even dream, it’s as if you had become a rock. Yeosang sees you sit up in his peripheral vision and smiles at you. “Morning sleepy head, sleep well I assume?” He points to your wild hair and suppresses a laugh. You briefly remember the events that happened last night and you feel your face get hot. “Uh yeah, I slept like a rock.” 

You hop out of the bed and as you walk by Yeosang he ruffles your hair lovingly with a big smile on his face. He is happy because he knows what’s to come later, but also because you just look so cute when you wake up and he can’t help himself. You head toward the kitchen and see Wooyoung making breakfast for the three of you, and it smells kind of fancy. You walk into the space, and feel kind of frisky today, opting to come behind Wooyoung and wrap your arms around his small waist. He leans back into the touch.

“Watcha making?” you question, peeking over his shoulder. “Some omelets, french toast, and your favorite.” He grins widely. Wow, both of them seem so happy today. You wonder what has put them in such a good mood. You give him a quick peck on the cheek to show your appreciation and head out of the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water on the way out. 

You plop yourself onto the couch and pull up youtube, just browning whatever comes on, opting for a Markiplier video. Yeosang comes out from doing his little chores and sits on the couch next to you, scooting inward and placing his head on your shoulder. You smile at the small motion.

They are both being super affectionate today, and honestly it just further solidifies your theories that you had last night. You decide to try and not think about it too much, however, and you try to relax as much as you can today and try to just enjoy their company. It isn’t long before breakfast is finished and you all shuffle into the kitchen to grab your food and head back to the living room. 

Wooyoung hogs the remote from you and plays a different video. “It’s my house, my choice.” He pouts at your protest, but you let him choose anyway. He just selects a different Markiplier video and you all kind of fall into silent contempt, eating your food and enjoying each others’ presence. Soon, you all finish your food and just cuddle with each other. You can feel yourself fully relaxed, and just truly enjoy being around them. You love these boys more than anything and you would do anything for them. Honestly, after everything has happened, you probably wouldn’t mind hooking up with either of them, you really do trust them that much.

You care about them a lot, and don’t think anything would change the relationship, no matter the circumstance. 

As if reading your mind, you feel someone's hands wander a bit. With the way you were positioned, you were sandwiched between the two of them. Your head was on Wooyoung’s shoulder, your body only propped up halfway and your feet laying across Yeosang’s lap. Yeosang had his hands resting on your calf, but you feel them inch their way to your thigh. You can feel your face grow hot once again, but you figure he is just doing it unconsciously. As for Wooyoung, his hand was in your hair, stroking it gently. It felt good being doted on but you feel arousal start to pool uncontrollably.

Never have you really thought like this while cuddling – you all do this all the time. It’s normal. But today, right now, was different. Yeosang’s hands hitch a bit more inward, lightly stroking the inner part of your thigh with his thumb. At this point you can definitely feel the air around you change, and the tension build. You don’t even have any idea what is going on the TV right now, your focus slowly on the hands running over you. You hold back a whimper when Wooyoung lightly tugs at your hair. 

Oh, now you get it. You finally become hyper aware of what’s happening.

You were right; they did want to fuck you. 

Part of you is relieved and a part of you is scared. On one hand, you want nothing more than to please them, to fuck them to oblivion, to indulge in your fantasies. But on the other hand, you're scared of the consequences. What will happen? You look up at Wooyoung with needy eyes and he looks down, a grin on his face. “What is it yn?” he asksnonchalantly, acting as if he is clueless. 

“What are you two doing… Just tell me what it is I’ve finally caught on.” A smile crosses Yeosang’s face and he speaks up, “Tell you what?” He giggles a bit. You sit up from your position and shake them off.

“You two know what! The photo, Yeosang leaving his door open last night. I know! It took me forever to see it but I’m not stupid. Please just say it so I don’t have to.” You can feel your hands shaking, probably from both nervousness and excitement. You can’t believe it took you so long to realize the feelings that had formed over the years, all the buildup, it shocks you. And now that something even remotely interesting is happening, it makes you anxious. 

You want them so badly it hurts. You don’t know if it’s just physically, or maybe romantically, you just want them.

“Okay okay, we’re sorry for teasing you so much yn, we just got too excited.” Wooyoung says, now petting your hair gently. “I’m sorry if we made you anxious, and if it’s any consolation, we are really anxious as well.” He reassures you and Yeosang removes his hand from your inner thigh, placing it on your shoulder and giving a reassuring squeeze. “I mean, you said it yourself, you now know what we are up to…” Wooyoung continues and lets Yeosang finish.

Yeosang swallows the lump in his throat before asking, “Yn, me and Wooyoung have a proposition. Would you want to sleep with us?” Your face heats back up and arousal stirs in the pit of your stomach. He asked it so gently, with so much care in his voice. These two really care about you. Yeah, they teased a lot, but your comfortability matters to them the most.

“I think…” Wooyoung and Yeosang are shivering in anticipation of your answer. “Yeah, fuck it why not.” Grins spread and the boy's faces. Their eyes swirl with lust as thoughts now fill their head. They had waited so long to do this, to finally fuck you. They wanted and craved every inch of your body. Wooyoung can feel his half hard cock grow with arousal and want, and Yeosang gives him a carnal look.

“Then why don’t we head to the bedroom, and start now?”

***

The three of you enter Wooyoung’s bedroom, Yeosang heading in first, then Wooyoung and then you enter last, trailing sheepishly behind. You were very sure in your decision, you really did want to fuck them, but you were just nervous. You honestly couldn’t recall the last time you had gotten laid by someone, let alone two people at once. Doesn’t help that they are your best friends either.

After entering the bedroom, you close the door, despite there not being anyone here besides the three of you. You guess it just brought an extra sense of security, and you needed that right now. You don’t really know what to expect. This can go really filthy and simple, or it can get emotional, or both. And god forbid it be both, you don’t know how you can handle the emotional turmoil buried deep within, and they can’t either. You all harbor deeper feelings for each other to some degree or another, you’re all just too afraid to admit it to each other, which in a sense is the root cause for your situation.

Shaking your thoughts you look at the men in front of you, a wave of comfort washing over you and settling your nerves. You were about to have sex with two of the most important people in your life, and they you, and yeah despite your earlier thoughts, it is a bit emotional. You do your best not to show that emotion, though.

“So…what do we do…” You trail off, not even knowing where to start. Wooyoung looks at you with the same look you have, lust and nerves. “What, have you never had sex before?” Yeosang asks, he knows the answer but he wants to lighten the mood a bit. He is nervous too but decides to be the comfort for the two of you, wanting to make this experience as pleasant as possible all around. “I’m kidding, don't worry, why don’t you just watch me and Wooyoung for a bit, and let yourself grow more comfortable in the atmosphere?” You smile as Yeosang’s kind words and nod your head, going over to the bed to sit down and just observe for now.

Yeosang turns to Wooyoung and looks into his eyes for assurance and consent. “Go ahead, touch me,” the redhead says breathlessly. With his full consent, Yeosang wastes no time pouncing on the younger man. He strides forward, reaching a hand to cup his jaw and gently brush his thumb over it. The gesture gives Wooyoung butterflies. He’s done this to him so many times before but this time feels much more intimate.

The blonde crashes his lips to Wooyoung’s, wasting no time kissing him and relishing in his taste. He wastes no time asking for entrance into his mouth, prodding his tongue at Wooyoung’s soft lips. Wooyoung grants him access, tasting him and languidly exploring his mouth, reaching his hand behind Yeosang’s head and pulling him deeper. Yeosang reaches his free hand to the front of Wooyoung’s shorts, palming over his growing hardness, causing the younger man to groan into his mouth.

It had only been about five minutes since this started, but to you it felt like an eternity. Your arousal grew fast after your nervousness washed away, and you had started to touch yourself through your own shorts, looking at them with lust filled eyes. They knew each other’s bodies so well and you can’t wait for them to get to know yours. You groan while touching yourself, it not being enough to get anywhere but just enough to keep you going. You want them so bad. You need them so bad.

At some point Yeosang had freed Wooyoung’s cock from his shorts, stroking it gently as he marks up Wooyoung’s neck. “Clothes off,” is all he says and Wooyoung obeys immediately, taking the rest of his clothes off. Wooyoung, now fully naked turns to you and sees how fucked out you already are and it makes his cock twitch with anticipation. He wants to touch you so badly but he knows he can’t until Yeosang says so.

“Go sit next to yn and stroke your pretty cock for me. Yn, can you get undressed for me as well?” Yeosang asks Wooyoung in a more harsh tone, but when turning to you and asking a question he sounds so soft spoken and generous. He knows Wooyoung already, he knows what he likes and dislikes but you’re different and he has to be careful. You enjoy the praise and relish in it, nodding your head and hopping off the bed to undress yourself. Both pairs of eyes are on you as you get out of your clothes, Yeosang also stepping out of his own clothes, his hardened cock now exposed.

Wooyoung swipes his thumb over the head of his length and whimpers a little in anticipation. “Yn, are you okay with sucking me off?” Yeosang asks gently, placing a hand delicately on your neck. “Of course Sangie, I’m yours.” The words head straight to his cock, precum leaking out of the tip. You sink to your knees in front of Yeosang, wrapping your hand around his girth and looking up at him with puppy dog eyes.

You place kitten licks on the tip, running over his slit and tasting his salty precum on your tongue. You stroke Yeosang a bit before taking more of him in your mouth and he lets out a loud groan. “F-fuck yn… So good.” Wooyoung is jerking himself a bit faster at the sight of you sinking your mouth all the way to Yeosang’s pelvis, effectively deepthroating him. Yeosang can feel the back of your throat and he swears he can cum then and there but he holds back. You start to bob your head back and forth, sucking on every pull to create a tight feeling around his cock. As you pick up your pace, spit and precum dribble at the sides of your mouth, but you don’t really care about the mess it makes, you just want him to feel good.

“Woo, c’mere.” Yeosang slurs and the younger obliges, hopping off the bed and walking up next to him. Yeosang smirks, “You two can share.” Before you understand what he means Wooyoung is on his knees beside you, rubbing circles into the small of your back. You finally understand what Yeosang means and release his cock with a loud popping sound. Before going back in with Wooyoung to please Yeosang, he moves his hand up to your neck and sloppily kisses you first, a mixture of Yeosang’s precum, your spit, and his spit spreading through your mouths. Yeosang looks down with lusty anger, “That’s not what I asked you two.” He takes two fistfuls of both your hair and Wooyoung’s pushing you towards his messy cock. “Suck, sluts.” 

Finally, Yeosang is being more dominant with you and it sends a shiver down your spine. You and Wooyoung get to work, sloppily sucking on Yeosang’s cock like it was made for your mouths. The two of you alternate between sucking on his balls, his cock, or doing it at the same time and you can tell Yeosang is close by his veins twitching. “Let me cum down yn’s throat, Wooyoung.” Yeosang says and Wooyoung pouts, but moves away. Yeosang takes your hair in his hand once again, shoving you all the way down his cock as he cums down your throat with a loud throaty groan. “Fuck, so good, you suck my cock so well, fuck,” he moans.

You pull off of him and swallow the excess that sits on your tongue, making sure to stick out your tongue and show that you swallowed every last drop. “Who do you want to prep you, yn?” he asks after coming down from his high. You shyly say Wooyoung’s name, as the two of you have barely touched each other this entire time. Yeosang nods and motions to the bed and the two of you make your way over.

“Lean back for me yn.” Wooyoung says sweetly and you let your back hit the pillows, your center exposed to Wooyoung in it’s entirety. You try to shut your legs out of embarrassment but his strong arms hold them open. “You’re beautiful yn, I want you to show me everything.” His words play over and over in your head, you don’t even notice him bending down until his hot breath is on your hole. You clench at the feeling, sweat starting to bead on your forehead. You want his tongue on you so bad. 

“Woo, please touch me please,” you beg, needing to be touched so badly. The red head indulges, dipping down and licking stripes up your hole. He tongues into your hole slowly, not wanting to overwhelm you, but it feels amazing all the same. Your moans come out too easily and you look over to Yeosang for reassurance just to see him stroking himself back to full hardness again. You whine loudly at all of the sensations and sights. You can feel your first orgasm approach rapidly. “Wooyoungie… so close fuck,” you say barely above a whisper and he takes that as an invitation, slowly inserting a finger knuckle by knuckle to stretch you out. 

Your hips buck at the sensation, the hot fire in your belly growing exponentially. “Fuck, so good, m’fuck, Woo fuck.” You slur your words. This entire time Wooyoung had been humping the bed, his untouched cock craving any kind of friction and he can feel his orgasm building as well. With one more thrust of his hips he cums onto the bed, completely untouched, but he continues his ministrations on you, leading you to your own orgasm. “Fuck! Wooyoungie, fuck, feels so good.” Tears prick your eyes as you come down from your high.

“I didn’t tell you to cum, Wooyoung.” Yeosang saunters over the bed, gripping his red hair and bring him to eye level. “I’m sorry Sangie, I couldn’t help it, felt too unh! Too good, please.” Yeosang throws him back onto the bed. “And to think, I was going to let you fuck yn while I fuck your tight hole. I might just make you watch me fuck them.” Wooyoung feels frustrated tears prick his eyes. “No! No please I’m so good please let me fuck them,” he begs the taller man. “Yeosang please, it’s fine,” you pipe in, as much as you want to see Wooyoung suffer, you also really want to see him whimper and whine while fucking you.

Wooyoung looks at you with grateful eyes. “Fine, go ahead Woo, but this is your last time to cum, got it?” he says sternly and Wooyoung nods, heading over to you and hovering his cock over your hole now. “Wooyoung, did you prep earlier like I asked?” The red head nods fast, wanting to fuck you and get fucked as quickly as possible. He is already rock hard, his angry red cock ready for another orgasm. Wooyoung had anticipated this for so long and he is so eager, he could go all day if asked.

“Go ahead then.” Yeosang gives permission and Wooyoung looks into your eyes. “I’m ready Woo, please fuck me.” With those words he reaches into his nightstand to grab some lube, and he spreads it on his cock and onto your hole, making sure to coat everything generously. He hands the lube to Yeosang behind him and the blonde does the same, making sure to lube up both Wooyoung and himself.

Finally, Wooyoung slowly slides into you, stretching you out, and god does it feel so good. He only enters halfway, allowing you to adjust. He then bottoms out and you can feel all of him inside of you, his pelvic bone touching your own skin. Yeosang slowly enters Wooyoung, filling him up fully because he knows what Wooyoung can take, and his makes him jostle forward, causing you to moan out loud. “Fuck… Fuck it already feels good and we barely moved,” you pant. Wooyoung giggles and leans down to peck you. “You ready?” he asks gently and you nod your head.

Wooyoung pulls out a bit and slowly pushes back in, repeating those motions and creating momentum. Yeosang matches his pace behind him, and while he isn’t hitting his prostate yet, Wooyoung can barely keep it together. “F-fuck, Yeosang,” he cries, inadvertently picking up his pace inside of you. A loud string of moans comes from all three of you, lewd noises and squelching filling the echoed room. You’re almost positive that their neighbors can probably hear all of you fucking right now.

You feel that familiar feelings rise in your belly again, your orgasm approaching quickly, but not quickly enough. As if Wooyoung notices, he starts to thrust harder and faster. He lifts your legs further forward, now hitting you at an angle that makes you see stars. “Feels… so full Woo…” you mumble, being fucked stupid, barely forming a coherent thought about anything but pleasure. “Yeosangie, yn… You feel so fucking good, I’m so close… Can I cum inside please fuck pleas?.” It seems he is also being fucked stupid, Yeosang slamming their hips together at an unrelenting pace. “Yes please Youngie, please come inside of me, please.” Wooyoung feels his release hit first, hot load of cum filling you to the brim.

As if it’s a domino effect, you cum soon after, and Yeosang too, filling up Wooyoung’s ass completely. You all slow down, Yeosang pulling out and Wooyoung soon after, seemingly buckets of cum landing on the sheets. “Fuck, now I have to wash these,” Yeosang grumbles. “Yeah that makes two sets of sheets you have to wash.” You stick your tongue out at him and he laughs. “I’ll get some rags to clean us up.” As Yeosang exits the room to grab some warm washcloths, Wooyoung has other plans. He gives you a mischievous grin before leaning down, cleaning up his cum out of your dripping hole.

“Mm fuck Wooyoung!” you cry from overstimulation and he soon pulls away, wiping his mouth. “I just wanted to clean you properly is all.” He grins and you weakly slap his arm, sitting up. Yeosang comes back into the room and sets the towels on the nightstand beside you. “It’s okay Sangie, I cleaned them up already.” Yeosang just throws a washcloth in his face and he yelps. “Clean them up properly, Woo.”

Yeosang grabs an assortment of oversized shirts and shorts, and you all get dressed into your pjs, all except Wooyoung, who opts for his briefs and no shirt again. You all lay in bed cuddling, the TV in Wooyoung’s room humming in the background as you all bask in the afterglow of what just transpired. “I’m really glad we did this,” you say, cuddling closer to them. “I’m honestly glad you guys offered sex, and I would like to do this again sometime.”

“Me too.”

“Me three.”

You all giggle in unison. “Actually, this may be too soon but can I say something?” Wooyoung starts. You and Yeosang ask what’s up as Wooyoung looks kind of nervous. “I uh… I know this is really soon, well, maybe not for Yeosang but it probably is for you yn… but… I was wondering, I don’t know, if maybeweshoulddatebecauseIreallyloveyouguysandIthinkIlikeyouguysmorethanjustfriends.” He says really fast and loudly, in his scratchy scream voice. “Wooyoung, we have no idea what you just said.” Yeosang giggles a bit, but reaches over you to grab his hand in reassurance, and you take hold of his other one. You kind of heard what he said and it’s making your head spin, but you want to hear him say it properly.

“Okay, sorry. I love you guys, a lot. Like, a lot a lot, y’know. And I think I want to be more than best friends with benefits. I want to go out, all of us… together.” Wooyoung blushes and attempts to hide his face from embarrassment, he can feel his face flush red and hot. Yeosang takes his jaw into his hand. “I mean… I’ve been suppressing it for a while, but I want to as well… I really love you guys and I don’t know why it took me so long to see that it was just more than friendship.”

If you weren’t so worn out, you swear you would be bawling right now. “I feel the same way, I think I’ve felt this way for a while, but didn’t realize it until recently. I really want to be with you guys, more than just friends, more than just sex, I want you all to be mine emotionally too.” You actually see a tear slip down Wooyoung’s cheek and you panic. “Wooyoung don’t cry!” Wooyoung sniffles a bit and wipes his tears. “I just wasn't expecting you guys to say yes. I’d been planning on confessing since I brought up this plan to Yeosang, even he didn’t know about me confessing.” Yeosang mumbles that he’s right.

“Well I’m glad you did Wooyoungie, I love you, the both of you.” You all squish together in a giant cuddle/hug pile, and kiss each other softly. You want to relish this moment forever, and before you know it, you all fall asleep in each others’ arms.

***

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this night together - chapter three (j.yh + s.mg)

chapter three: a want and a need

chapter summary: things get too intense too quick, but you're in safe hands as the wave takes you under.

warnings: smut, all the abo/omegaverse warnings, consent conversations, claiming references, so much breeding kink, pups pups pups, oral sex (f receiving), knotting, rough sex, hazy sex, dub con if you squint only they talked about it before, possessive sex, pet names, aftercare

pairings: alpha!yunho x alpha!mingi x omega!reader

genre: smut, a/b/o/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 5.3K

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You don’t rest for long. 

It’s dark when your mind reconnects just enough for you to register that it’s still night. Both of them are close, and for a moment you think they’re sleeping, but at the way you roll in the bedding with a light whine, you know they’re up and watching over you. 

“Hold on,” Yunho soothes, “you’re stuck, just relax,” 

His words don’t make sense but you comply anyways at his soothing tone, and you feel him unwrap the sheets from around your legs and torso, freeing you from the tangled mess you’ve made. 

“You okay?” Mingi shifts to his side, searching for your face. 

A tight spike of pain connects like a punch to the gut and you sob softly, “No,” 

“That’s okay,” He murmurs, “I’m here,” 

His words are like a balm, and you shudder a sigh. You twist further into the sheets below, hissing at the way your stiff nipples drag against the fabric almost painfully and your core throbs again, “Mingi,” you manage. 

“Can I touch you?” He asks softly, his fingertips gentle on your spine, “Can I help?” 

You reach blindly for him, finding his other hand in the sheets and tug it forwards, pushing it between your thighs and trying to press his fingers in the right places, “I need you,” you beg him. 

Soft lips kiss your shoulder, “Mhm,” 

“Please,” 

He pushes your hand away, “Relax, I’ve got it,” 

Relax is a funny word, there’s almost zero chance you’d be able to relax feeling like this, but you widen your legs a little and let him take back the lead. The first circle of his fingers has you moaning already, digging your forehead into the pillows and choking, “I’m gonna fucking come,” 

“I barely touched you,” Mingi laughs softly. 

You shake your head, gripping the bedding in your shaking fists, “It doesn’t matter, I’m,” your hips buck into his hand, “fuck, I’m too sensitive,” 

“Then come,” He says, like it’s obvious. 

All it takes is two more circles of perfect pressure and you snap under his hands, moaning into the sheets and rocking your hips to keep the feeling going, pleasure running up and down your spine. 

“That’s it,” He murmurs, and then you feel his hands shifting to your hips. He’s moving you before you can register the change but before you know it he has you lying on your front and he’s pulling your hips up into a raised position, “do you still need a knot, beautiful?” 

You’ve never heard a better sentence in your life. 

You must make a noise, but your head is starting to get hazy so you barely register it, Mingi laughs again and then you’re moving. He drags you back gently to position you in the center of the mattress, lifts your hips high and widens your knees, and brushes his hands over your hips and the soft skin of your ass. 

“Look at you,” He hums, “presenting yourself,” 

You arch your back more deeply, responding to the pleased tone of your alpha’s voice, “Knot,” 

Fingers sweep over your wet folds until his palm cups your sex, “I know, omega,” 

You whimper softly. 

He doesn’t respond with words, or at least you don’t think he does, but a moment later his hand is gone and the head of his cock nudges your dripping entrance. You beg softly, pressing up with your hands and trying to shake your hair away, you want to twist back to look at him but you’re a mess. 

Hands brush back your hair and the weight of the bed shifts as Yunho comes to his knees in front of you. Mingi presses his thick cock inside, slowly at first and you can feel your body expanding to take every inch of him. You moan and pant, eyes filling with fresh tears at the sensation of being stretched so open, and then your eyes settle on Yunho. 

“Does that feel better, omega?” Yunho asks, easing himself into a comfortable position in front of you and cupping your cheek. 

“Mm,” You nod frantically, “I need more,” 

“I’ll give you more,” Mingi says, a smile in his voice, and he snaps his hips suddenly. 

You shudder and drop your head, focused on the sensation and pressing your eyes shut tight, “Harder, alpha,” 

He drives into you harder, and you keen, and finally you hear him curse behind you, “Fuck, you’re tight,” 

“God,” You choke. 

“A perfect, pretty little cocksleeve,” He sighs with a groan, pumping his hips harder, but despite the lewdness of his words his hands remain soft and reverent on your hips. 

“For you,” You nod, “for alpha,” 

You feel like your head is filling with water, like your ears are plugged full after a long day at the beach and you can’t quite shake it out. Their voices are getting hazier, your body getting hotter, every sensation doubled and tripled as your body takes you further and further down into the deepest part of your heat. Your mind is spinning with need, pulsating with desire, a singular biological need forming clearly in your mind. You forgot how much heat makes you want it, but the way you need overtakes your senses. 

“Please,” You hear your own voice echoing in your ears. 

Mingi says something, it’s not quite clear, all you can focus on is the sudden feeling of his hand slipping over your abdomen and the drag of his cockhead over your velvet sweet spot. 

You’re being lifted by your arms and you blink hard to clear your vision, Yunho shuffling closer to hold you up a bit and keep you still while Mingi fucks into you. You must be losing the ability to keep yourself steady, lost in sensation, but Yunho grounds you. 

“I got you,” He sighs as he holds you, “let Mingi take care of you,” 

Your walls clench tight around Mingi’s cock, and despite your bleary vision you realize quickly that Yunho’s cock is only inches away from your hand and left untouched. He’s only slightly stiff, not standing firm and tall and aching for you, but you want him suddenly in your mouth. You reach for him, taking him in your hand and pumping twice before he gently pulls your hand away. 

“No, no,” Yunho shakes his head, twining his fingers with yours and squeezing you tight, “I’m okay,” 

You whine softly, but Yunho squeezes your hand again. 

“You come for Mingi, baby,” Yunho soothes you, “let him fill you up,” 

Your brain ignites. 

“Shit,” Mingi curses, “I’m close,” 

“Yes, yes, yes,” You press your hips back, suddenly acutely aware of what that means.

Yunho holds your weight with ease, bracing you against his shoulder as Mingi’s thrusts start to get more frantic. 

“You need my knot, don’t you?” His voice is a little teasing, coaxing you closer to your own peak. 

“P-please,” 

“You need my cum,” He groans through gritted teeth. 

“Mingi!”

“Then take it,” He pants, his knot swelling suddenly inside you and locking him tightly in place, Mingi choking out a moan as he releases inside you. 

You beg again, and he pulls you away from Yunho and into his chest, collapsing down on the bedding and grinding his cock in deeper, the hand over your belly dipping low to rub your swollen, aching clit and bring you up and over your peak fast. His mouth is hot at your ear, “Perfect,” he murmurs with a growl, “the warmest, wettest cunt I’ve ever felt,” 

“Mingi, fuck,” You melt in his hands, your orgasm shuddering through you. 

“Good girl,” He croons, “that’s my good girl,” 

You feel yourself teetering on the edge of consciousness, even inside the ecstatic pleasure of your own release, barely understanding what you’re feeling - hands everywhere, a knot inside you, a hard cock pressed against your thigh, wet kisses all across your chest. Fingers brush along your belly, a tongue softly laps at your nipple, lips along your neck, a heavenly cloud of sensation. 

Someone’s talking, and you moan and nod in response, and you’re dizzy, hot, sweating and foggy. 

Mingi’s knot deflates, soft cock pulling out of you, pulling a desperate whine from your lips but suddenly you’re full again. On your back, tenderly held, a cock pumping inside you. Warm words at your ear but you can’t make it out through your fog, all you know is need. The want to be fucked, the want to be bred, the want to have nothing but knot over knot until you’re swollen and aching. Your heat takes your mind and plunges you deeper. 

A knot fills you, expands just right, your mind sparking with delicious satisfaction. 

The weight of the bed shifts and changes. 

You register kisses, and then sounds. The low hum of the bathroom light fixture, the fan above you. The creak of the floor as someone shifts, the aching yawn of the mattress and the man above you collapses lower with a contented sigh.

He’s shaking above you when you finally surface, his head dropped onto your chest and his warm breath passing over your skin again and again as he tries to come back down. His body is slick with sweat, black hair still damp from the shower. Your eyes trace over the contours of the taut muscles in his arms, and your mouth runs dry at the way his body trembles. 

“Yunho,” You brush your fingers through his hair, “hey,” 

He sighs, dropping a kiss to your sternum as he lifts his head, “Hey,” 

“You okay?” You ask him softly, your fingers tracing down the nape of his neck. 

“Mm,” He nods, a disconnected smile on his lips, “you?” 

You nod, blinking a little to further clear the fuzziness inside you, “Where’s Mingi?” 

“Right here,” Mingi murmurs and you start at the sudden interjection of his voice, craning your neck to find him. 

You twist in the sheets below you and see Mingi relaxing in the corner chair, towel still wrapped low around his hips, “Fuck,” You smile, “you scared me,” 

“Sorry,” He smiles with you, leaning forwards in his chair, “I didn’t mean to,” 

“What are you doing all the way over there?” You murmur. 

“This one wanted you all to himself,” Mingi throws a cheeky look at his best friend. 

You hope Yunho doesn’t notice the way you shiver at the words, and you’re about to open your mouth and brush the comment off, but Yunho gets there first. 

“So, what if I did?” 

“See?” Mingi nods at him, “But if you want me back in bed, all you have to do is ask,” 

The hand Yunho has on your waist tightens and your head snaps back to him, “Yun-” your words get caught in your throat as you feel his cock start to stiffen inside you again. 

His ears tint pink, but his eyes are still blown out and hungry, and his hips press into yours just a little bit more. 

“Oh,” You breathe, looking down at the place where your bodies connect, the soft swell of another knot starting at your entrance. 

“Shit,” He groans, his head dropping as his eyes rake over you. 

Your hips rock just a little and you whine softly, “Oh, fuck,” 

“By all means,” Mingi’s laughs, “pretend I’m not here,” 

“Mingi,” Yunho’s teeth set, “please, shut the fuck up,” 

All you get in return is another little chuckle from the chair in the corner. 

Heat flares up in your stomach, and you reach up for the man inside you, “Come down here,” 

He’s walking on a razor wire, you can feel it, a tense cord of control. He’s losing himself a little this time, his gaze possessive and hot, and you can feel every inch of your body responding even though the last knotting has your heat sated for the moment. Yunho registers your words and eases down above you, wrapping his arms around you and gathering you close. 

“Kiss me,” You murmur, keeping your voice even and calming. 

He nods, a little stiff as he shifts to find your mouth, pressing his closed lips to yours with trembling hesitation. He needs you to ask, you can feel it in every inch of him. 

“Shh,” You soothe him, shifting beneath him to draw him closer, hooking your legs over his hips, “it’s okay,” you murmur against his mouth. 

“I’m sorry,” He says, almost too quietly, “I just want you, I can’t stop wanting you,” 

Your inner omega preens, your mind suddenly spiraling at the fact that it’s him who needs. A moment ago you weren’t sure you could take any more, but his words and the hot throb of his length inside you have your body responding again before your mind can catch up. 

“Please,” You shudder a sigh into his mouth, “please, alpha, you have me,” 

His head drops down onto yours at your words and then he moves. He draws out of you quickly, snapping his hips back hard against yours and driving his cock in deep. Pleasure rockets up your spine, twisting your body below his and the sound that leaves your lips is nothing short of wanton. 

He takes your sounds and the muttered please on your lips as permission and in his eyes you see the moment he lets go. His hand tightens in your hair, he gets closer if at all possible, forcing your legs open wider and pressing you open for him. He fucks you this time with steady, firm strokes, no consideration for what you need for your orgasm, only for what he wants. Your nails dig into his back where you hold him, your muscles ache, your breath coming now in short staccatoed pants. 

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” He manages, his voice tight. 

You can’t say a word, your body a raw mix of pleasure and aching, delicious pain. 

“Pretty omega,” He kisses you hard, his mouth slipping off yours with a groan as he buries his face in your shoulder. 

You grip him closer, a bubble of inside you starting to build as he works you. 

“Mine to fuck,” He pants as he thrusts in again, “mine to fill.” 

Your mind spins. 

“To knot,” He shudders, and you feel his knot slip in and lock in place, much faster this time than before and you jerk beneath him at the sudden sensation. 

“Yes,” You mutter into his chest. 

Yunho grinds his hips into yours, releasing hot and hard inside you, and suddenly all you can think of is taking it all. Keeping it all. Your primal brain lights up with thoughts of what could be - your body round and perfect and theirs. Everyone would know who you belonged to, their hands spread wide over your growing belly, your alphas on either side of you and your child forever. 

“Y-Yunho,” You choke, and you feel him lift his head. 

He tries to shush you, but you’re desperate now, your own release a breath away if he’ll just stay right where he is and let you. 

“I-I need it,” You sob, rolling your hips as best you can in the pressed back position against his pelvis, every rock dragging your clit over him and bumping the head of his cock inside you into your softest places. 

“Alright, baby,” He sinks lower, shifting his hand under you to cup your ass and hold you against him. 

“I can’t,” You shudder, eyes locked closed as you focus on the image you need. Mingi behind you, hands cupping your breasts and softly flicking your pebbled nipples. Yunho’s head between your thighs, tongue flicking against your swollen bud, shifting up to kiss the soft swell of your stomach. 

“Baby,” He murmurs again, “look at me,” 

Your eyes snap open at his soft command. 

“There you are,” He smiles, squeezing your backside and urging you to keep rocking against him, “come on your alpha’s knot, pretty girl,” 

You whine as you grind against him, so, so impossibly close. 

“So good for me,” His hand slides up, coasting along your side, thumb stroking your abdomen, “for us,” 

You snap open beneath him with a stumbling cry, arching up and gripping onto whatever you can find, every inch of your body shaking and coming apart with disconnected pops. 

You don’t even realize you’ve fallen asleep until you feel Yunho shift above you and withdraw his now softened cock from your channel. A rush of wetness between your thighs registers distantly and you make a soft noise, twisting in the sheets and  towels.

New, warm hands lift you, and then suddenly every part of your body is warm. Cocooned in pleasant heat. Your hair is wet again, you hear the sound of water but it doesn’t register quite right, it’s not the steady stream of the shower like before. Trickles of water, something soft against your skin, washing over your arms and your chest, dipping between your thighs. 

“You got her?” Yunho asks softly, and you can hear him but it almost sounds like you’re hearing him through a wall. 

“Mhm,” Mingi’s tone is rich, “you almost done?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho responds, “she seem okay?” 

“She’s fine,” Mingi assures his friend, “she’s exhausted.” 

You sigh softly and you feel their hands still. 

“Jagi,” Yunho’s voice is soft, “are you awake?” 

“Mm-mm,” You shake your head. 

Mingi chuckles and you feel his lips press to your hair, “You sound awake,” 

“Mm-mm,” You sigh again, your eyes still heavy and closed no matter how hard you try to blink them open. 

“Okay,” He murmurs, and you feel his arms taking your body in his, “just rest,” 

You're weightless suddenly, the sound of water again, a sudden shock of cold as you leave the warm embrace of what you realize now was the bath. A soft towel wraps around you, gentle fingers work through your hair. You’re wrapped up again with them both, one on either side, a downy comforter tucking you back into the bed. 

An icy shiver passes through you and they move closer. 

Your mind floats, each muscle in your body softening one by one. 

There’s a quiet murmur above you, but this time it’s too far away. 

You drift. 

When you wake again, it feels like you’re waking inside a cloud. Your vision is hazy and distorted, your ears ringing, your head pounding. The pulse between your thighs is stronger than ever, and fleetingly in the back of your mind you know you’re at the precipice of it all. It gets worse before it gets better, they always say that, and right now it’s worse. 

Deep in your belly you feel nothing but all consuming heat, an unquenchable ache. It’s as if your body knows that despite the half a dozen times you’ve been knotted, none of it’s taken, and now as your body starts to prepare for the comedown it’s pushing you over the edge for another try. 

You shift in the middle of the bed, your hand connecting with skin but you don’t know whose. You’re all but crying, your hips bucking on their own to find something, anything to give you relief. You're slick with sweat, panicked and pained. Vaguely you think you can hear yourself begging, or at least you feel the echoing tone of your own voice resounding inside your head but you can’t be sure if you’re saying anything aloud. Maybe this is a dream. 

It’s dark, and for a split second you wonder if you’ve been left alone, thrust into the worst of your cycle by yourself, head too full of cotton to even get yourself off. But then someone pushes your legs open wide, someone kisses your thighs, someone drags their hot tongue up through your wet slit. 

“What a good girl,” Mingi’s rough tone pierces through your haze. 

You babble something back. 

“I know it hurts,” Mingi croons, kissing your cunt, “we’re going to make it all better, baby,” 

Your fingers twist into his hair, dragging him forward as your hips jut up to find his mouth. 

“Needy baby,” He hums, “so desperate for her alpha’s knot,” 

Your head throbs, your body tight and shaking. You beg him, you plead, you ask for anything and everything he can give you. 

“Hush,” His hand closes over your stomach as he wraps his arms under your thighs to hold you steady, “come on my tongue first,” 

“Knot,” You choke out in response. 

“We’ll knot you,” He assures, biting your inner thigh softly, “but you’re already so full and you think you can take more?” 

You know you can. 

“Mm,” He sounds pleased at your little noises, “I’ve never seen someone so wet,” 

You attempt to tug him forward to your core again. 

“Can I taste your pretty pussy, babygirl?” He sounds husky, and you know he’s rock hard, probably grinding down against the mattress. You want him inside. If he wastes a drop on the bed sheets you know you’ll cry. 

You must have whined a yes, you don’t know inside the thick fog, all you know is that when his tongue flattens over your clit in earnest, you see color. 

He devours you, his hands rough and bruising. His tongue feels everywhere, pushing inside in short little thrusts, rolling over your swollen bud, lapping up the excess slick from your thighs. He won’t even lift his mouth to breath, hot pants into your skin as he continues to bring you the most taut, pleasurable pain imaginable. 

He’s determined to make you come this way first, before you can have another knot even though you’re so wet and aching that you could take anything they give you without an ounce of preparation. He’s focused but messy, using your every noise to guide his mouth. 

When he pushes two fingers inside you, hard and fast, you come instantly. You feel like something has burst inside you, the sudden pressure of his hand over your belly as he thrusts his fingers, combined with how he’s sucking your clit leaving you boneless, moaning and writhing in the sheets. 

Your ears are ringing, and someone’s talking, but the heat is back up to its peak again even after your orgasm, and you cry out. Your legs push open wider, your hips angled suddenly upwards, Mingi’s hand on your belly gone. You blink and try to make sense of it, but in all but a moment after Mingi’s mouth leaves you, a cock drives into you deep. 

The colors behind your eyes spark again, blue and purple pops as you try to get your bearings and adjust to the weight inside you. 

“Fuck,” Yunho’s voice breaks through this time and your eyelids flutter as you try to blink back the fog and see him. He curses again, “How are you still this tight, tiny?” 

You whine again. 

“You feel so good,” He groans, “so good,” 

You reach for him blindly, finding his bare shoulders and tugging him down. You want his weight over you, you want every inch of him inside, your body feels dizzy and feral and desperate, but all of a sudden he’s clear. The only thing you can make sense of is him above you, on you, in you. 

He drops low, sinking in deeper and gathering you closer in his arms, your bodies pressed flush against each other and his hot mouth at your ear. “Mm,” He grinds his hips down into you, “I’ll pop a knot too soon if you don’t stop that,” 

Your hips still, you barely registered the way you were rolling your body against him, grinding your pubic bone up for the right kind of friction on your clit. A knot though, that’s what you need, and you feel a rush of wetness between your thighs as you adjust below him and redouble your efforts. 

“Shh,” He tries to soothe, but you can barely register it. 

“She’s too far gone,” Mingi says from the side, a little breathy, “she won’t calm down until she feels a knot,” 

You twist beneath him, dragging Yunho’s face to yours, “Kiss me,” you beg, pulling him even closer. 

His tongue dips past your lips, his hand on your cheek as he starts to rock his hips, “Tell me what you need,” 

“Your knot,” You sob against his mouth, “I’m so empty,” 

“Yeah?” He pants, pressing harder with his hips. 

The feeling of his thick length splitting you open, dragging against your g-spot, hot and hard in your belly, has you shaking in his hands. “P-please, come inside me,” 

“Come first,” He groans, rocking again, pushing your head to one side so he can collapse over your neck, “I want to feel you come around me,” 

You moan, your hips rolling again in earnest, every shift of your body dragging him in and out just enough that his cockhead bumps against the right spot and you grind your clit hungrily into the hard plane of his abdomen. 

You need more, and maybe you ask for it and maybe you don’t, but he answers you anyway. His next words send you over, “Come and I’ll fuck my knot right inside,” he kisses your jaw, “I’ll fuck you so full, you’ll be so sweet and round with my pretty pups,” 

Your brain tunnel-visions instantly, the only feeling in the world is him. Something pulses in the back of your brain as you come apart around him, a thumping need, an impulse that you can’t catch no matter how hard you try. 

“Alpha!” You cry as your legs shake, your fingers lacing into his hair and tugging hard to direct his mouth to your neck, “Take me,” 

His breath catches and you feel him shake his head, but he keeps working his hips. 

“Please,” Tears work their way down your cheek, “I’m yours, make me yours,” 

“No!” Mingi’s cold tone spikes through but you wrap your arms tighter around Yunho. 

“I need it,” You whine, and you don't even know what you’re saying anymore, body and mind possessed wholly by this deep intrinsic need, “I’m yours, I’m yours, I’ll be so good for you, alpha, so good,” 

His knot swells. 

“P-please,” You beg again, the feeling of his lips over your gland sinking you deep into another sudden orgasm. 

His knot slips in, locking in place. 

“Yours, I’m yours,” You grip him harder, turning your head to the side to stretch your neck long, pushing your aching gland harder against his mouth. 

He spills inside you with a hot cry, breath warm on your throat, your body arching under him. You know you’re still begging, the singular thought in your mind, the all encompassing need to be his, theirs. His teeth brush your throat ever so gently. Your mind sings. 

“Not like this, sweetheart,” He chokes finally, cupping you to him and shaking his head, “never like this,” 

“Y-Yunho,” You’re shaking in his embrace, still locked tightly to him. 

“Just breathe,” He soothes you, kissing your throat slowly and “I’ve got you,” 

A light clicks on somewhere in the background, flooding the room with a low yellow glow and realization slowly starts to creep through you. When you had told them not to claim you, it was kind of a joke. It was a boundary that you felt like you should set, but you were confident in that moment before the flooding heat that you would never, ever ask that of anyone unless you were sure. But you had begged. Pleaded. Presented yourself for consumption in a way that you’ve never done before with anyone. 

In a split second you had offered him your life. 

You pull back from him with a gasp, pushing into the pillows behind your head and one hand flying to your neck, anxious tears bubbling up in your eyes, “What did we do?” 

“Nothing,” Yunho pushes up with one hand to give you space, but reaches out to brush your cheek. 

You pull back further and his hand stills. 

“What did we do?” Panic rises. 

“Nothing,” He swears again, “I didn’t bite you, I promise, I didn’t,” 

“Nothing?” You repeat, but your body is fluttering in nervous panic beneath him.

“Show her,” Mingi enters your eye line over Yunho’s shoulder 

Yunho swallows nervously, tongue darting out to wet his lips, “Give me your hand, sweetheart,” 

You extend it just a little. 

“Just breathe,” He repeats as he cups the back of your hand, directing your movement slowly until your fingertips rest over your gland, “see?” He presses your hand up and down gently, letting your fingers graze over your unbroken skin, “You’re safe,”

He didn’t do it. He listened. He remembered. 

The relief in your body is indescribable, and you shudder a quiet sob before wrapping your arms around him and bringing him down to hold you again, “I didn’t know what I was saying,” 

“I know you didn’t,” He soothes you. 

“I didn’t know,” You press your head into his shoulder. Warm rain. 

“I know,” 

Mingi eases himself back into the bed again, sliding close and pushing one hand into yours, “y/n,” he squeezes you, “you didn’t do anything wrong. Just relax,” 

You nod into Yunho, peeking up over his shoulder at Mingi’s kind eyes. 

“You know we’d never hurt you,” He murmurs softly, “never. We’d never take that choice away from you,” 

You nod again, but keep quiet, your mind still spinning with what ifs. 

“y/n,” Mingi says again, “tell me you understand,” 

“I understand,” You manage, “I believe you,” 

Yunho’s knot softens and slowly he pulls himself free, but he stays resting over you, cradling your head in his hand. He studies your face, glancing over at his best friend. 

“Yunho,” You murmur, your head finally clearing from the dizzy chaos of waking in the throes of hard heat and the panic of what could have been. 

“Yeah?” His head snaps back so he can look at you. 

“Thank you,” Your voice is quiet, just a breath, but his eyes soften and he dips to capture your lips. 

The kiss is slow, chaste and tender and when you part you reach for Mingi to pull him down to your mouth too, saying everything you can with your kiss. 

“I don’t know what to say,” You admit to the quiet room as you let them hold you steady. 

“There’s nothing to say,” Mingi murmurs, “just rest.” 

Yunho presses a kiss to your forehead, his thumb stroking a tender line across your cheekbone. You know it will start again soon, body cramping up and desperate for everything they can give you, but this time you feel safe. This time, you know they’ll hold you solid through the wave.