% ! Pearl ] 1. Water Droplets

★% ! Pearl ] 𝟢1. Water Droplets

Synopsis: Like a fish out of water you've found yourself in a new environment. Your hands grasp for something to hold as you wash up at the shore. Trying to breathe with your lungs being filled with sea water. Your shell is opened by the most mysterious of their kind.

Pairings: Pirate!Ateez x Siren!Reader

Genre: Fluff, Angst, Smut (Maybe)

Chapter Warnings: Fear, Displacement, Hint at Violence

Word Count: 2.5k

Trigger Warnings: Contains assault, profanity, trauma, fear, etc.

Author's Note: This is a female reader, I'm really sorry to any of my non-female readers. I will be creating works in the future with male/nonbinary readers.

Masterlist ─ Chapter 2.

The ocean was vast, so much of it yet to be seen. In those spots, you were born. Spending your childhood swimming with fish and admiring the corals. Vibrant and playful, minutes turned to hours as you watched the relationship between fish and plant. Although they're of different worlds they have a connection that benefits both of them. Often this led you to wonder if the same was true for humans and your kind.

Sadly, this would take a lot of healing for your kind. You didn't understand, not when you were that young. The sudden disappearance of town members. Your parents were strict with you, always warning you to stay far from the shore or to quickly get away if you stop a boat. You didn't connect the dots, how could you? But now you understand. It's been years since you placed your feet in your hometown. Leaving was a painful memory.

You rarely dwell on that now though. Currently, you reside in a house in the mountains with a lovely couple and their children. You easily fit in with them. Considering them your parents and siblings. They took you in as one of theirs. They're friends of your parents, but they're not one of you.

Up in the mountains, you have no big bodies of water to swim around in. There was a beautiful view of the ocean though, no longer able to return there created a longing that filled your heart. Things around this town above the water remind you of the time when you were surrounded by sea life.

It was boring being holed up in the house, but you had found ways to entertain yourself. You had become especially skilled in jewelry making, and you also had some former knowledge due to your people being known for talented craftsmanship. In your culture, it was normal to give someone you hold dear to you a piece of jewelry. When you had to go out into town for a trip to the market you would get the necessary items while your sister and brother wander to the shoreline. Once at home, they would display their haul of shells, pearls, beads, sea glass, and much more. Not knowing what to do with these you started making pieces of jewelry with them. More and more people started decorating their plain outfits with necklaces, bracelets, anklets, rings, and headpieces.

This town was now your home, the people of it your family. It was a small community, and you were a crucial member of it. Making sure to help anyone if needed and treat people with respect and kindness.

Soon you had melted the frozen hearts of the elderly citizens. They felt wary of your sudden appearance in their society. But you had proven yourself to be non-lethal and caring on the other hand. Now you're everyone's younger sister.

It was an ordinary day, like all the others. Except for the fact that it had started getting colder. It was always blistering hot, and everyone wore light clothing. It had only stormed when you had just moved. You were constantly overwhelmed with the new language, clothing, people, well everything. Only when you had become comfortable did the harsh weather leave. But now people had stocked up on wood and thick material. You were out getting some bread from the bakery. This bread was delicious, and it always satisfied your family. And you were also close with the owner, an old kind man. In exchange for a little money, you were short on, you made him and his wife matching necklaces. They had significant meaning to each other, and they were the perfect gifts.

Since then, you've been especially close. Him even allowing you inside his kitchen to help you prepare a dessert for your mother. He was like your father, almost everything but his appearance was similar to him.

After leaving the bakery with the bread you have been craving, you reached the treacherous steps to your home. They wound around the hill to get to the doorstep. Luckily the pathway was secluded and had many shrubs and bushes. It was tiring and it drained you to have to go up all those stairs. But you love your home and would do anything for it.

The skies darken, and the clouds rolled overhead. This caused you to rush home. It would start raining soon. Everyone in town wasn't used to storms, they hated them. The thunder scared livestock and animals. The rain washed away valuables. And the temperature always being too cold to go out and sell. But living in the ocean, you had dealt with many storms. The outcome of these resulted in many shipwrecks and mysterious items sinking.

So even though you were rushing home you also stopped to take in the scenery. Waves of nostalgia flow over you as the rain slowly get heavier and heavier. As the droplets graced your face your gills start to appear, as well as your webbed fingers and flared ears. The scales on your body were shimmery. By the time you reached your porch, it was obvious you were otherworldly.

Before your family used to be afraid of this form. But as they slowly saw your walls rust down, you were just a little kid. Your eyes contained the childlike glee in them as you found out what a music box was.

So, when you showed up at your front door, looking very whimsical. No one bat an eye; they had grown to love this side of you. They knew that after you had come to live with them you have no more ties to your culture. There was no one there to help you continue to practice your culture. They tried their best to hold traditions, and holidays that you normally would under the water. It warmed your heart, how dedicated they were to making you feel comfortable and safe with them.

Quickly you placed the bag containing bread on the table. Rushing around the house you put your coat, shoes, bag, sweater, and jewelry down.

Turning the corner, you almost run into your father. He's adorning your hand-crafted delights. He has a smile on his face as your eyes lock onto each other.

Both of you exchange a silent conversation and you part ways. Heading to your room. It's the most isolated one, everyone agreed you deserved it. The door was worn, bearing scratch marks on the inside. Rather than a bed you slept in a hammock. It was just easier to sleep in it than on a firm mattress.

At your desk, there were about eight unfinished pieces, each one uniquely different than the last. You liked to think that each piece had its special personality that suited the person it was with. Although you had yet to meet people in the village that would be a match for your unfinished pieces. They continue to lay in the corner, awaiting their soulmates. As you were, simply waiting for your soulmate as well. These unfinished works and you had quite a lot in common. You are both incomplete, and uncertain of what it is that your heart aches and longs for. Both were made up from the depths of the sea, plucked out by the hands of humans. Although, this created a beautiful situation.

To your people, there is someone out there, destined to find you, love you, and care for you. Due to not traveling a bunch of them had never met their soulmates. The whole idea of this kept your mind spinning at night. The part that intrigued you the most was when you would meet them. Your parents couldn't put the emotions into words. Often saying 'you'll know' frustrated you but, could it truly be like that? How could you know? What if you end up meeting them but don't know it? What if they walk away?

Thoughts plague your mind as the drowsiness of being up all morning washes over you. As you settle in your hammock you look up through the glass ceiling to admire the stars. They comfort you, being there with you through everything. Never judging nor leaving.

Slowly your eyes close and you've drifted away. But on this particular night, it was different, you had no dream. Usually, you would have either a dream or a nightmare. But it was blank, just darkness till you awoke. And that was the start of an abnormal day.

Your eyes open attempting to adjust to the brightness. Getting up and hearing a few pops come from your joints. Drawing closer to the window you can hear the crashing of waves. Looking out you can see a large ship in the distance. It has three letters adorning the sail, "ATZ" racking your brain you come up with nothing. Who could this be? With that, you got dressed for the day. The clouds were dark grey, so there was a large chance of rain. Meaning you had to take a large scarf with you, in case. Although it's not like there were many townsfolk outside right now.

Going out to visit the sea. You had been planning this trip for a while. And this whole situation was the perfect chance to do so. Underneath your large jacket was thin clothing and your pearls, it was easier this way, it'd be too much trouble to have to take off heavy layers.

You took your secret path, it led to a secluded area of the beach. Then you could sit and wallow, only leaving you and the breeze. Taking off your shirt you were left in thin pants, and you folded them up to your knees. You lay on your stomach, pressing your chest down into the sand. You were just watching and reminiscing about what once was. Thinking back to all memories you had in this very ocean. As the waves drew back and returned there was a shimmer that caught your attention. As it got closer it looked as if the sea was gifting you this shell. It landed right in front of you, the cold waves petting your collarbones. Picking it up and inspecting it you were content. Placing this shell in the pocket of your coat. After a few minutes, you get up and stretch out your limbs. As you're doing this you hear a gasp come from behind you. You become frozen, looking down at your front, your chest, and stomach are littered with multi-colored scales. Making sure to only turn your head, you see a man around your age. He's staring at your bare back, eyes burning into your back. He has pink hair, and his lips are a beautiful shade of maroon. As your eyes catch your breath hitches, it feels like you can't pull away, even with your distance you feel like you're right beside him. Before he can get any closer you quickly slip the shirt over you and coat tightly around your shoulders and run away.

Drowning out his shouts you run as fast as you can. Not even turning to see if he's behind you. But you don't hear any footsteps, so you decide that he isn't. After getting in your house, you rush to your room. Fitting your hammock, you lay down and try to calm your racing heart. There were so many questions that you had. But the most important one for you was, "how had this man found out about this area?" You were sure that no one in town knew about this. Although you had never seen this man in your life. And it was a small village.

Inhaling and exhaling slowly helped to calm yourself. Then you remember the shell you had found. Fishing it out of your pocket you held it close to your face.

It looked very delicate but also durable. This was now your inspiration, getting up and sitting at your desk you find one of your unfinished pieces and get to work. This was taking all night, but you had a vision. You gathered the beads and wire, twisting, turning, bending, and burning.

You had carved your initials into the shell before looking at the finished work. This necklace was eye-catching and charming. Now, the only issue was finding out who would be right for this necklace. Everyone in this town already had at least three gifts from you. And it just didn't call out to any of them. Sighing, you get up and feel your back aching from the posture you were in for the past hour. The moon had already come up to greet you. Freeing yourself of your clothing, you settle for more comfortable garments.

Once again laying in your hammock, you are struck with an unknown emotion. Butterflies wander around your stomach and your chest feels tight. But it's nothing bad.

Excited, you feel excited for tomorrow, but you're clueless as to why you feel this way. Or what you feel this way for. Nonetheless, you drift off to sleep. You do have a dream tonight. The pink-haired man makes an appearance.

Both of you meet each other at the beach. But this time he runs towards you and pulls you in for a hug before kissing your cheek. You smile and you two start speaking, almost as if you've known him since the dawn of time. Not feeling out of place, it feels like you're right at home. But after the sun sets, he gets up, he must leave you. A pull in your heart causes your gut to drop. The smile you once had is gone.

Sitting there, you are left alone. What a funny turn of events, this time it's him that running from you. Eyes watching his back, his figure gets smaller and smaller, then you're no longer able to make him out in the night. Just as you get up the dream fades away. When you sit up a warmness fills your cheeks. You had just encountered. this man, yet you had intimate dreams of him.

Placing your hands on your cheeks, you try to cool them.

After docking themselves here the one thing that caught the Captain's eye was the extravagant jewels everyone was wearing. They had stopped to stock up on supplies and rest for a bit. After all, being at sea constantly was tiring. But at the few open shops, none of them were selling jewelry. He had asked a local about it. Getting a mysterious response. He went searching in hopes to find this woman who would assign him a unique work, that she had taken the time to handcraft.

After three days he was getting frustrated. Going off your appearance only was hard. Everyone in this town had looked a little like that. But one day he had seen someone with your description. It was getting late, and only the lanterns at each block were illuminating the streets. She had a basket with her. The contents being unknown to him. So, as he walked up and introduced himself you were quiet. Limiting your sentences, being on guard. He had relayed what the townsfolk had told him about your art pieces and you. He watched as you were hesitant to do something. He saw you dig through the basket and pull out a necklace. It was perfect. Pulling out his satchel of coins he tries to pay you. But you shake your head. Denying his money.

Stepping closer to him you place the necklace over his head. Looking him over once more you are completely sure that this is his. He watches your face, a smile graces your lips, and it reaches your eyes as well. He once again attempts to pay you. But you step back, creating a good distance between you two. You turn away from him and slowly begin to leave. Before you run off to who knows where he sees you stop in your tracks and turn to face him. He swears no one has ever been so beautiful under streetlamps. The light caught your features, it framed your face. It seemed as if your eyes softened.

"I don't do this for money, it belongs to you. It always belonged to you." As your figure slips away into the darkness, his smile widens. He's left there in the streets grinning like a drunken fool.

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

chapter four: a funny little feeling

chapter summary: your heat finally breaks, leaving you to relive every moment and every touch with a clear head. but you're sure you'll be able to just stay friends.

warnings: smut, all the a/b/o/omegaverse warnings, extreme horniness, masturbation, fingering, nipple play, rough sex, knotting, serious aftercare, emotional rollercoaster of hormones

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

genre: smut, abo/omegaverse, angst, fluff, romance, polyamory

word count: 7.9K

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They’re dead asleep when the pain passes over you again, and after all the hours they had put in helping you come again and again, fucking and filling you over and over, you can’t bring yourself to wake them. Neither of them are in a rut, and this has to be getting tiring for them, even though they can share you, with a heat this hard you’re demanding constant attention and stimulation. There’s no way you won’t be feeling this for at least a week when it finally breaks. 

Yunho is laid out flat on his back, head turned away from you and his lips parted softly as he exhales little puffs of air. His upper arm is pressed along yours, but otherwise he isn’t touching you at all. Mingi on the other hand is curled over you, situated higher up on the bed than you, one broad hand resting between your breasts and a knee hitched up over your hips. 

No longer in the hazy space of peak heat, you’re able to breathe and take in the feeling of them so close. You can hear your own heartbeat, feel the thready hiss of your breath, but still they sleep on. 

Your nipples harden into painful peaks, a light sheen of sweat across your body once again, and your cunt pulsates with need. What you should do is wake them, beg them to knot you again until you can sleep a little longer in plump satisfaction, but you bite down and hold your tongue. 

It takes a moment to maneuver Mingi’s leg off you, his weight extra heavy while he’s deep in sleep, but you manage to push him off. That leaves you naked in the center of the bed, lying between both of them. 

You slip your fingers down your body and between your folds, finding your core wetter than you’ve ever been, so slick you can barely catch any friction where you need it. A soft whine bubbles from your lips, but it’s still almost a whisper and they don’t make a move. 

Steeling yourself, you arch your hips to give your hand better access, and wipe away as much excess slick onto your inner thigh as possible, returning your fingers to your swollen, throbbing clit and finding now, finally, you can feel something. At this stage of your heat it’s always harder to orgasm from manual stimulation alone, your body knowing intrinsically that what it needs is a knot, but you have to try. 

You circle your fingers, pressing firmly down over your clit and chasing as much feeling as possible, cupping your breast and tweaking your sensitive nipples to drive some additional sensation through your body. They sleep on beside you, and you bite down on your lip as you rock your hips up to meet your fingers a little better, trying all the while to keep quiet. Your legs widen on their own as you try to get what you need, but your thighs connect with each of them since they're crowded so close to you in the bed and you stutter to a stop to see if you’ve woken them. 

Yunho makes a heavy sigh but doesn't move and that’s all the permission you need to sink two fingers inside yourself and pick up the pace of your hips. A shuddering breath pushes out of you when you start hitting the tender point of your pleasure just inside your tight channel and your legs widen further. You’re losing yourself now, no longer cognizant of anything but your own need. 

Mingi’s hand shifts and cups your breast, but when you jerk your head to the side to look at him, he’s still fast asleep. 

Just a little more. All you need is just a little more. 

You’re caught looking at Mingi’s plush, parted lips. His forehead smooth and mind unbothered in sleep, and you admire his features. Masculine and sharp, with a softness to his eyes even when they’re closed. Heat pulses through you, and Yunho’s hand shifts. 

He sleeps on, his hand coming to rest on the juncture of your thigh and hip, and you whine softly as you continue thrusting your fingers into yourself, canting your hips up to meet every downward jut. 

Their hands on you feel electric, their scent filling you and making the atmosphere of the room heady. You’re so close, it’s right there for you. You widen your legs more, your thighs pressing further against them, but you don’t even care. Yunho shifts slightly, the sheet over his bottom half stretching taut and your mind buzzes - the hard line of his cock is suddenly clear and you stammer out a moan. 

Yunho inhales sharply, his fingers tightening on your thigh, and Mingi makes a small, sleepy noise next to you. When Mingi draws his hand back and inadvertently drags his palm over your nipple the sensation is just enough to finally push you over the edge. You moan as it crashes into you, your body locking up in pleasure and twisting in the sheets, and your breath is coming in short sharp pants as you ride out your sudden release. 

Your body shifts suddenly, and your eyes flutter open. In the dim light of the room you register quickly that Mingi has pushed you onto your side to face Yunho, who’s awake and looking at you with a blown out, flushed expression. 

“Ah, Mingi,” You stammer as he hikes up your leg to open you up to him. 

He doesn’t respond with words, but he crowds you with his body and aligns himself with your wet core, thrusting up inside you with one smooth stroke. You curse, gripping down on the sheets at the sudden sensation, but he pulls you closer still like he needs to touch every inch of your skin. His teeth close over your shoulder, far enough from your gland to be safe but still making you start in his arms and try to twist to find his eyes. Hot hunger strikes back up through your body at the sensation, but you know you don’t want him quite like this.

“Mingi, baby,” You reach for him, threading a hand into his hair, “l-let go,” 

His teeth sink into you a little more, not enough to break the skin but certainly enough to hurt and his hands tighten.

Your eyes flick to Yunho’s and you watch his face clear suddenly from the primal haze he woke up in, and he meets your eyes. He wets his lips and eases down in the bed a little more, “Mingi, stop,” 

Mingi breathes out heavily, a hot stream of air across your damp skin. 

“Mingi,” You murmur softly, knowing that he needs a little help snapping out of the haze, “alpha, please let me go,” 

His jaw relaxes and he pulls his mouth away from your shoulder. He’s still holding you tightly, but you feel him coming back to the surface, realizing that this isn't a dream. 

Yunho cups your cheek softly, “You okay?” 

You nod, shifting to kiss his palm gently before reaching back behind you for Mingi, “I’m good, I promise,”

“Jesus, did I hurt you?” Mingi’s grip softens as he finally realizes what’s going on around him. 

“No,” You answer clearly, no space for ambiguity with something like this, “I just knew you were still kind of out of it,” 

“I bit you,” He registers 

“And I liked it,” You squeeze his hip where you reach around, “just not while you were that out of it,” 

“What happened?” He manages. 

You blush scarlet, “I woke you up by accident,” 

Yunho smiles, a little amused at your choice of words. He had rocketed into consciousness and watched you finish the minute you moaned, fighting the urge to sink his own fingers inside you as you came apart in ecstatic pleasure right before his eyes. 

Mingi pushes up onto his elbow to see you better, his expression confused. 

“You were both asleep,” You explain softly, adverting your eyes from his, “and I didn’t want to wake you, but I needed to take the edge off,” 

He smirks when he realizes your euphemism, “Oh,” 

“It didn’t work out like I planned,” You duck your face into the mattress and sigh. 

“You missed out,” Yunho smiles at you, dragging the back of his knuckle down your chest and back up again, “she looked gorgeous,” 

If you could blush more, you do. 

“Mm,” Mingi nuzzles you, “why wouldn’t you just wake us? That’s what we’re here for,” 

“You’ve got to be exhausted by now,” You explain softly, “I thought I’d give you a break,” 

Mingi hums quietly, dropping his lips to your shoulder to kiss you tenderly, and then his hands tighten again and he snaps his hips, dragging his cock out of you and plunging it back in, “Do I feel exhausted to you?” 

You moan tightly, reaching out and gripping onto Yunho’s arm as you recover from the sudden sensation, “God, fuck,” 

“God, fuck?” He teases you, “Yeah?” 

“Oh, shut up,” You sigh, grinding your hips back a little to feel him deeper. 

He groans and gathers you close in his arms, “You’re so cute,” 

You want to make fun, but something inside you sings at his praise and you smile softly, “Yeah?” 

“Aw,” Yunho smiles, “you’re blushing,” 

“Mm,” Mingi kisses your head, “do you not hear that enough? Should I tell you more?” 

“Mingi,” You make an attempt at protesting but your body flutters around him and you’re acutely aware of the sweat trickling down your brow and the feeling of his heart pounding against your back. 

“Cutie,” Mingi nips at your ear, tugging softly on the lobe, “did you take the edge off or do you need me?” 

Orgasm aside, your body is starting to fall back into the needy, desperate tendencies of heat and all you can manage is a gentle whimper. 

“Oh, pretty girl,” Mingi sighs, dropping his hand over your belly and nuzzling your head, “you need my knot, precious?” 

“P-please,” You choke, and even though a few minutes ago you might have been sated enough for sleep, the idea of it is enough to rocket you right back into desperate wanting. 

“Can I help?” Yunho murmurs softly. 

“Anything,” You nod, a little breathless and frantic. 

Mingi groans as you press your hips back into his and reach for Yunho, connecting your lips to his in a hungry kiss. Mingi snaps his hips again and you gasp against Yunho’s mouth. 

“Harder,” You reach back for his hip, nails scraping along his soft skin to try and get him to respond the way you need. 

He says nothing, but his hands shift to hold you steady, one on your hip and the other on your shoulder and then he starts to thrust. He listened perfectly - not faster, but harder, deeper. Every sharp click of his hips up snaps your hips against each other and drives his aching cock so deep you can’t think straight. 

You want to come so badly, you want to spasm around him so hard you make him come inside and you want to take every bit of it. Your brain is still a little blurry and you let your eyes close as you focus on the sensations. Mingi stretching you wide, his tight grip, Yunho’s hands caressing you gently in a dizzying contrast to the way you’re being fucked open. 

You whine at a particularly hard thrust, the head of his cock connecting with your cervix and lighting a bubble of pain up inside you, but it’s no worse than your intense hot cramping. 

“God,” Mingi pants, his hips canting up a little faster, “you’re so fucking hot,” 

Yunho smiles, and then presses forward to catch your mouth again. His fingers trace down from your chest to your belly and back up, one hand cupping your breast and a thumb flicking across your nipple. 

You moan hard, breaking away from his mouth and dropping your face into the pillows, “Again,” 

He flicks again, and you bury your face deeper into the pillows as you moan. 

“No, no,” Mingi’s hand on your shoulder shifts up into your hair, pulling your head back slowly, “don’t hide,” 

Your muscles lock up around his cock and he hisses. 

“You like that?” He pulls your hair a little harder, yanking you against his shoulder so he can hold you still. 

You whine out an affirmative response, one hand reaching for something and finding Yunho’s chest. 

“I want to hear you come, beautiful,” Mingi’s breath is hot on your ear, and he adjusts his body slightly so he can drive his cock into you again and again at a punishing pace. 

“More,” You manage. 

“Y-Yunho,” Mingi groans, “play with her some more,” 

Yunho makes a hungry noise and then you feel his mouth close over your nipple. 

“Oh, god,” your body arches hard into them. 

You’re sandwiched tight between them, and then Yunho sucks hard and the sensations flowing through you double. 

“Do that again,” Mingi pants. 

Yunho obliges, sucking hard again and then flicking his tongue firmly over your pebbled nipple, his fingers coming up to tease the other. 

“I’m gonna fucking come,” You stammer, “I’m- I’m,”

“Taking your alpha’s cock so well,” Yunho bites at your breast, “our good, good, girl,” 

“The fucking best,” Mingi chokes. 

Good, the best. Theirs. Your brain bubbles over with the praise and you cup Yunho’s head in your palm, pressing him closer to your body and forcing more of his mouth over you. Your legs start to shake, and Mingi’s hand on your hip slips down and his fingers start to circle your clit. Frantic and fast. 

“F-fuck,” You hold onto them for dear life, “I’m coming, I’m, ah, fuck,” 

“Shit,” Mingi thrusts up hard and you feel his swollen knot, “oh shit,” 

“Inside,” You beg, “alpha, please,” 

He all but growls, and it burns, but he pushes in. Your fluttering channel expands just enough to accept him inside and then you feel him swell properly to lock in place, spilling seed so deeply that for a hazy moment inside your orgasm you daydream that not even your implant could prevent that from taking root. 

You can barely feel your body, all of you shuddering and panting after the intensity, but slowly you feel Yunho kiss along your breasts and up your chest, and Mingi’s hands soften to smooth over your skin in a comforting pattern. 

“She asleep?” Yunho mumbles as he kisses more of your chest. 

“Maybe,” Mingi responds and then he squeezes your hip, “baby, you with us?” 

“Mm,” You manage. 

Mingi chuckles, “Does my knot feel good, tiny?” 

You sigh pleasantly. 

“I think that’s a yes,” You feel Yunho’s smile on your skin, “she’s practically glowing,” 

“Beautiful,” Mingi murmurs. 

Yunho’s gone suddenly though, and your eyes flutter open, “W-where?” 

“Getting you water,” He soothes, still on the bed just a little bit further from you than he was, “I need you to drink some of this and then we can cuddle all you want,” 

You take the glass, eagerly drinking as much of the water as you can at this odd, twisted angle and Mingi chuckles again behind you, pressing a kiss to your shoulder. 

“That’s good,” Yunho smiles when you pass the glass back. 

“Come back,” You reach out again, needing to feel him. 

He drops the glass on the side table and eases himself back over until you’re pressed front to back between them both. Every inch of your skin that can touch one of them does, and you finally feel at peace. Yunho wraps an arm around you both and kisses your hair, “Better?” 

“Don’t leave,” You mumble, sleep clinging to you once again. 

“We’ve got nowhere to be, jagiya,” Yunho soothes, kissing your lips softly. 

“Hmm,” You sigh, your tense muscles releasing one by one, the warm feeling of Mingi’s hard cock inside you washing over you like a salve. 

“Perfect,” Mingi murmurs, and then sleep takes you under. 

It continues like this for what feels like hours. You wake in needy desperation and one of them is suddenly inside you. You lose count, if you ever had count to begin with. They knot you over and over again, make you come over and over again. On their fingers, their tongues, dragging your slick aching cunt across their thighs if that’s what you need. You lose track of time, and if they’re being honest so do they. 

Nothing exists now but this bed and their bodies. 

Nothing until it all breaks. 

Coming out of heat is always stark and sudden. Where pre-heat lasts hours, sometimes days and you can feel your body changing and adjusting to accommodate the surge of hormones, when it ends it just ends. It feels final and stark, like you’ve been doused with a bucket of cold water, and all the aches and pains in your body that the endorphin surges drowned out come back tenfold. 

You know it the minute you open your eyes, no hazy feeling in your limbs or pulsing between your thighs. This time it’s all over, and with strange clarity you realize just how fucked you are. 

“Fuck,” You breathe softly, remembering every detail from the past few days and how stripped down and bare you were in front of two men that not only are you not involved with, you work with. 

A small groan to your side brings you out of your thoughts as Yunho wakes and registers your soft curse, “Shh, shh,” he hums, “I’m right here,” 

“Oh,” You open your mouth to tell him it’s over, but his hand is already pushing between your thighs. 

He pushes himself up onto his side, his hair messy and eyes bleary, “There we go,” he murmurs, hoarse and low as his fingers find your clit. 

The overstimulation is immediate and you hiss, pulling back with your hips, “Ah, ah, no,” 

His fingers raise, “Does that hurt?” 

“Yeah,” You manage, “Yunho, I’m,” 

“That’s okay,” He swiftly cuts off your words, still sunken into his soothing alpha tone, “I won’t hurt you, jagi,” 

“I know,” You manage, looking for the right words to tell him he doesn’t need to do anything more, but he smoothly finds your entrance with his fingers, still wet with leftover slick and cum, and pushes two inside you. He’s slow and deliberate, watching your face for any discomfort, and even though it burns a little it’s also a dizzying pressure that leaves you moaning softly in his arms. 

He drops his lips to your shoulder as he rhythmically pumps his hand and he sighs hot against your skin, “There’s my girl,” 

His girl. Your heat addled brain had been desperate and aching for it, ready to make them both your alphas for life in the thick of your delirium, but this… this would just be sex. It feels suddenly dishonest, uncomfortable and wrong. They had offered to help with your heat, but that part of whatever your relationship with them is, is now over. 

“Yunho,” You stutter out, and he hums, mistaking your sounds for pleasured whimpers. You blink hard and steel yourself, “Yunho, stop, please,” 

His fingers push forwards and then stop immediately and he adjusts quickly, pulling them out and turning to look up at you in the bed, “What’s wrong?”  

“Can I have that sheet?” You nod towards your legs where the sheet tangles up around your legs and he fishes it up immediately. Once it’s tucked around you, you feel a little better about meeting his eyes, “I’m sorry,” 

“Why?” He shuffles closer, wrapping an arm around you and you hear Mingi starting to stir to your other side, “Did I hurt you?” 

“No,” You assure him, “but it’s done,” 

“Done?” His eyebrows knit together and you remember he’s never done this before. 

“My heat broke over night,” You explain softly, “you don’t need to do anything else,” 

“Oh,” He blinks, “just like that?” 

“Mhm,” The intimacy of his arms around you feels so, so right, but you also know it’s part of this manufactured moment. You wouldn’t be here in bed with them both if it weren’t for a biological imperative that you can’t control by yourself, and a rational voice in the back of your brain is telling you to cut and run before this gets messier. 

“Are you okay?” He whispers. 

“I’m fine,” You nod, “a little sore.” 

“Can I get you anything?” He brushes your hair back from your cheek like a lover. 

“I think I just need,” Your voice cuts off as Mingi rolls towards you both, snuggling up to your opposite side and exhaling heavily against your hair. 

“What’s going on?” Mingi mumbles, sleep still clinging to him. 

“My heat’s over,” You rip the words off like a bandaid. 

“Shit,” He blinks, pushing himself up onto one arm, “I should have known, you smell different,” 

“Do I?” You glance between them. 

Yunho takes a deep breath, his eyes slipping closed and then he nods, “Milder,” he agrees, “chamomile and willow now, the honey is less pronounced,” 

“Give me a minute,” Mingi shakes his head, as if he’s willing sleep to stop clinging onto him, “I’ll get up and get you what you need,” 

“I’m fine,” You reiterate, and that’s mostly true, except for the thumping anxiety in your chest and the fact you’re desperate to not be naked in bed anymore. 

Mingi rolls his eyes, “You’re stubborn, I know you’re probably aching like hell,” 

“I really just need a shower,” You shake your head, “and then I can get out of your way,” 

“That’s not a great idea,” Mingi shakes his head, “you shouldn’t try and rush the comedown,” 

“Take it easy,” Yunho agrees, “there’s no work today anyways. Just relax, and I can drive you home this afternoon if that’s what you want,” 

What you want is to run. Your chest feels tight, and you’re so aware of their hands on you. Your brain gets stuck like a record skipping again and again, Yunho saying clearly that he can take you home. 

“If you need a couple more days,” Mingi jumps in and offers, “you should take them, I know this was a hard one,” 

“Really,” You need to move, so you start to sit up, “I’m okay,” 

You shimmy forwards and wrap the sheet around yourself as you slide out of Mingi’s bed. It’s not graceful and you’ve probably just flashed more skin than you want to, despite all the parts of you they’ve seen and touched the past few days, but you make it up to your feet. Pretty much immediately you feel like you might faint. 

“Whoa,” Mingi rolls out of bed fast, hands out and ready, “you okay?” 

“I’m good,” You brush him off, taking a step backwards, “just a little headrush.” 

Yunho looks nervous, watching you intently as he locates a pair of his sweats and pulls them on, “I think you should slow down, you’ve been here for days, what’s a few more hours?” 

You ignore him, “Do you mind if I use the shower?” 

Mingi’s lips press together hard in a line and you can tell he’s confused and not exactly happy with you, but he nods anyway. 

“Great,” You gather the end of the sheet so you can walk and then push yourself into the bathroom. Blissfully, they don’t follow you. 

Moving quickly you get the hot water going and lay out some towels, and while you wait for the temperature to adjust you collapse against the counter and take a deep inhale. Their apartment feels suddenly claustrophobic. You had really liked them, a tiny piece of you even day dreamed about dating Yunho when you first started. You shake those thoughts away and pull yourself into the warm spray, leaning hard against the tile wall. A flickering memory, Yunho holding you against his chest, Mingi cupping your cheek as they carried you out of the shower and back into bed. They took such good care of you, you can hardly believe they’re real. 

You shower until the water starts to run tepid, until you’re out of time again and need to go look them in the eyes. While you washed your skin again and again you thought about it all. Your stomach flips with nervousness, the idea of seeing them with your head clear alone making your palms clammy. 

The bedroom is empty when you get back, sheets stripped off the bed and piled high in the corner, the widow behind it pushed up and open. Your stomach twists painfully at the sight. They’re already airing out the nest and it makes you feel suddenly empty. You need to get home, wrap yourself in a tight cocoon of blankets and try not to think about what work tomorrow is going to look like. 

You dress quickly, pulling on your last pair of clean underwear and leggings, avoiding the sudden urge to wear Mingi’s hoodie again, and instead slip back into your sweater. You braid your wet hair back, pack up your things, and quietly order yourself an Uber. In ten minutes, you’ll be gone. 

You’ll have to see them one more time before you go, your stomach fluttering with sudden anxiety, but you brace yourself and head down the hall. 

“Um,” You clear your throat softly as you step into the living room, “hey,” 

“Hey,” Yunho smiles wide, “feeling okay?” 

“I’m good,” You assure him, watching as they both get to their feet, “but I really should get going,” you say it, but your stomach twists at the idea.

“Already?” Mingi says. 

“I can’t steal more of your time,” You adjust the strap of your bag on your shoulder, “I really can’t thank you both enough for helping me out of the office the other night… and, you know, everything else,” your cheeks heat with blush. 

“You don’t have to thank us,” Mingi steps towards you, as if to reach for you, but he stops himself. 

“Right,” You glance down at your phone, your car now six minutes away. 

“Let me drive you home,” Yunho reaches for his keys on the island. 

“No, no,” You wave him off, “I already have a ride,” 

“Oh,” He lets his hand fall away from his keys. 

A beat of silence stretches between you all and you swallow, “I’m sorry, this is awkward isn’t it?”

“It shouldn’t be,” Mingi says with ease, “we just spent four days naked and locked in a room together,” 

His blunt honesty makes you laugh and you clap a hand over your mouth, “Oh god, we did, didn’t we?” 

“Yeah,” Mingi smiles, “I don’t think we need to be shy now,” 

Your shoulders relax, the air clearing, “Everything just felt like a lot, but you’re right,” 

Mingi shakes his head, reaching for you without asking and pulling you into his chest, “Just because you’re not in heat anymore doesn’t mean we’re strangers now,” 

“I know,” You let his familiar warmth relax your body further. 

“So, let me ask again,” His hand smooths up and down your back, “how are you feeling?” 

The word ‘fine’ sits on your tongue but you bite it back and choose honesty instead, “Overwhelmed,” 

“I thought so,” He hums, “cancel your car,” 

“What?” You pull back slightly in his arms. 

“You can’t just run away the second we’re not having sex,” He calls you out so easily it flusters you and you duck your head into his chest, “we need to talk, and you need to sit down and rest. And I know you’re hurting, so just take a breath,” 

You nod into him and then lift up your phone, “Okay,” 

You feel it lift out of your hands and you don’t hesitate, you wrap your arms around his back and grip him tight, soaking up his warmth and the steadiness of his breath. 

“Yunho,” Mingi murmurs, his voice low and soft, “can you make some tea?” 

“Got it,” Yunho says softly. 

You don’t know why you suddenly feel like crying, but you do. The body remembers trauma, but it remembers tenderness too. His arms feel right, even without the needy cloying of your primal brain, his body so warm and so steady that it cracks your emotions wide open. 

At your first, sharp intake of breath, sounding wet and locked up with tears, Mingi moves. He scoops you up with ease, settling you both back down on the couch and tucking you into his broad chest, “Shh, shh,” he soothes, “I’m right here,” 

“I don’t know why I’m crying,” You hide your face in his shirt with a sob. 

“That’s okay,” He nods. 

“This is so embarrassing,” Your voice is strained and thick with tears. 

“Why?” He tuts, “You cry if you need to cry,” 

“Hey,” Yunho sounds worried immediately as he comes back into the room, “what’s going on, what’s wrong?” 

You sniffle and shake your head into Mingi’s shoulder, your head feeling floaty as you try to focus on getting your blurry emotions under control. 

“This is normal,” Mingi says to Yunho, his voice even and low, “just like how flattened out you feel after a rut. It’s a lot of hormones, a lot of emotions, that’s why I wanted her to stay. She shouldn’t be alone just yet, and it’s an alphas job to help ground their omega,” 

“I didn’t realize,” Yunho murmurs, and you feel the weight of the couch shift as he sits down with you both. 

“Nobody explains,” Mingi shakes his head as he strokes your back, “all they teach you in Secondary Gender Presentations is knotting and pups, but there’s a lot more than that,” 

Hot emotion courses through you, and you sob again, “Mingi,” 

“Come here,” He pushes your arms a little, prompting you to wrap them around his neck and burrow closer, “You can feel me, right? I’m holding you, I’m right here,” 

“Mhm,” You exhale, shaky and broken. 

“I’m not going anywhere,” He soothes you, “okay, omega? I’m not leaving, Yunho and I are not leaving you.” 

You didn’t even know that’s what you needed, but his words soothe you instantly, the hammering panic of your heart settling slower and slower in your chest. 

Mingi clears his throat softly and readdresses Yunho, “She needs to know she’s not alone, especially after a heat that intense. It hits some people really hard, my ex used to be inconsolable after,” 

“Jesus,” Yunho murmurs, “I’m really fucking glad you’ve done this before,” 

Mingi’s chest jerks as he huffs out a laugh, “There’s a lot more to it, isn’t there?” 

Yunho makes a small noise of acknowledgement and slowly you start to feel your emotions level out. 

“M-Mingi?” You murmur wetly into his neck. 

“Yeah?” He squeezes you. 

“Thank you,” You sigh. 

“Mhm,” he soothes, “are you still feeling overwhelmed?” 

While your tears have subsided, bubbling anxiety still crawls under your skin and you nod against him. 

“Are you afraid?” He murmurs, picking up on your trembling hands. 

“I don’t know why,” You wish you could articulate it, reach deep down inside yourself and pull free this thread of niggling panic to get to the root of it, but you simply can’t. 

“That’s okay,” He assures you, “how about you let me take care of things, hmm?” 

“What things?” 

“Today,” He explains, “I know you’re stressed and I know you want to go home, but right now I think we should all stick together a little longer. Would that be okay with you?” 

“Yeah,” You breathe. 

“Good,” Mingi murmurs, “y/n, can Yunho hold you for a little while? I need a few minutes,” 

You unwind yourself from him and nod, sitting back so you can see his face. He smiles softly, wiping away your tears with his warm, broad hand. A little piece of you wants to kiss him, settle your fluttering heart once and for all, but it’s probably just the lingering pull from your heat so you push it aside. 

Yunho shifts on the couch and positions himself next to Mingi properly, “Hey,”

“Hey,” You smile, sliding off Mingi’s lap and into his, “are you doing okay?” 

“Me?” Yunho’s brow raises, “I’m fine,”

“I’ll be right back,” Mingi murmurs, brushing a hand along your hair, and you watch as he disappears into the kitchen. 

“Don’t be worried about me,” Yunho says, bringing your eyes back to him. 

“You’ve been quiet,” You tell him, “I just… I’m really trying not to fuck everything up just because I couldn’t afford my stupid suppressants,” 

His face screws up in confusion, “Fuck what up?” 

“Our… friendship,” You manage, “and the studio, and everything,” 

Nervous panic strikes through you again and you take a deep breath, closing your hands into tight fists and focusing on the pin pricks of pain in your palm as your nails dig in. 

“y/n,” Yunho shakes his head, “not a chance.” 

“You say that, but I know how these things go,” 

“Why?” He brushes you off with an easy smile, “You think just because I saw you naked I’m going to fall in love with you or something? It doesn’t really work like that,” 

Blush flushes your cheeks, “Please, don’t,” 

“Fall in love with you?” He clarifies, still smiling. 

“Yunho,” 

“Why can’t you fall in love with me in this scenario?” He nudges you, trying to make you laugh and break the tense knot that’s been here since you woke up, “I selflessly took off work to have copious amounts of hot, hot sex with you. I made you food, cuddled you all night, basically gave you a sponge bath,” 

Your hands relax. “You did not give me a sponge bath, Yunho,” You roll your eyes, “god, you’re annoying,” 

“Annoyingly lovable,” He clarifies. 

“Fine,” You nod, “annoyingly lovable, but I’m not going to fall in love with you.” 

“Then I guess we’re good then,” He assures you. 

“And work won’t be weird?” You check. 

“Work won’t be weird,” He shakes his head, “is that what you’re worried about?” 

“I guess,” You press a hand over your chest, the nervous flutter of your heart still there, “I just… I love this job. I’m finally getting what I want, and I’m making friends, and I have a mentor,” 

“Am I your mentor?” He interrupts, eyes widening a little. 

“Shut up,” You dismiss him, “you know how much help you’ve been to me,” 

“Mentor,” He smiles, looking a little elated. 

“Yunho,” You sigh and he clicks back in to your words, “what I’m trying to say is that… sex complicates a workplace, especially heat sex. I don’t want this to…. Fuck, I don’t know what I’m trying to say,” 

Yunho catches your fluttering hand in one of his and cups your cheek with his other, “Sex can just be sex.” 

“Can it?” You chew the inside of your lip, “For us, can it?” 

“If that’s what,” He starts to say. 

“Okay,” Mingi returns with an armful of goodies and a warm smile, “I’ve decided it’s a Netflix and nap day,” 

“Wait, hang on,” Yunho shakes his head, getting you to face him again, “listen to me. You’re afraid that spending your heat with us is going to change things, affect our relationship and make work different.” You nod a little and he smiles, “I can’t tell you everything will be exactly the same because honestly, we just are closer now. It was intimate, and I don’t know about you but I feel closer to you, but that doesn’t mean it changes our friendship or fucks up our ability to work together. It means whatever we want it to mean,” 

Mingi drops the blankets and pillows in his arms and steps closer, “Yunho’s right, y/n,” he murmurs, “we’re adults, this isn’t going to ruin anything if we don’t let it.” 

“Friends, then?” You glance between them, “Sex can just be sex, like you said?” 

Yunho swallows hard and then nods. 

“Friends,” Mingi says. 

The panic in your chest starts to recede. “So, we’re okay?” You ask finally. 

“We’re okay,” Yunho nods, “we’re perfectly okay.” 

“We’re okay,” Mingi agrees. 

You nod, exhaling a long breath, “So,” You nod towards the steaming cup on the coffee table, “is that tea for me?” 

“Yeah,” Yunho gives you a soft squeeze, “here,” he shifts you off his lap and passes you the warm mug. 

“You really don’t mind if I stay a little longer?” You check. 

Yunho shakes his head immediately, “I would like it if you did,” 

“Okay,” You sigh, the knot inside you finally gone. 

“Great,” Mingi goes back to his project, “just hang on one sec,” 

You watch as he reaches inside the front lip of the side of the couch you’re not sitting on for a handle and then he pulls, the couch opening up and producing two more large sections of cushion that turns that half into almost a bed. 

“You do a lot of napping?” You tease him. 

“Ha, ha,” He shakes his head as he tosses out some blankets and pillows, “we have guests sometimes,” 

“Ah,” You nod. 

He disappears for another moment and when he returns he’s well equipped once again. He waves you over, “Okay,” he says, “tuck in, get cozy. I’ve got some pain killers for you, water, and snacks. I figured we could just hang out, watch something dumb on TV and then if you feel better later or like you want to head home, we’ll take you then.” 

You want to kiss him again, and when Yunho smooths a hand down your back and smiles brightly at you, you want to kiss him too. Whatever that means is too complicated to think about for the moment, so you don’t. 

When it’s all said and done, you’re sandwiched between them on the pull out, tucked under Yunho’s arm and falling into absolute hysterical laughter at the reality show Mingi threw on. He called it a guilty pleasure with a shrug despite your teasing, and fifteen minutes into the first episode you and Yunho both are ashamed to say you’re hooked. 

You can feel sloshing waves of emotion inside you as you let yourself relax, but their proximity keeps you calm and collected. It’s sometime after lunch when you finally take the opportunity to ask Yunho again, Mingi thankfully asleep to your left side. 

You prod his leg gently under the covers, “Hey,” 

“Hmm?” He glances down at you. 

“How are you doing?” You ask softly, prodding him again. 

“I’m fine,” His brows knit together in confusion, “why wouldn’t I be fine?” 

Using his chest for leverage you shift off him, turning towards him eye to eye now so you can actually have a conversation with him. “You still seem kind of quiet,” You explain, “and you’ve both been so fixated on me and what I need, but I’m just checking in. It was your first time going through someone’s heat, so, I don’t know what that’s like for you,” 

Your mind flicks back to the moment you begged him to claim you, desperate and clinging to him, the way his eyes blew wide with wanting and he almost, almost succumbed. His whisper on your throat as he held himself to his promise - Not like this, sweetheart, never like this. 

He hesitates, and quietly under the blankets you move your hand into his. 

“Yunho,” You prompt him, “it’s okay to tell me,” 

“I mean,” He studies your face and then sighs, “I am fine, really, I am, but do feel different.” 

“Different how?” You murmur. 

“Clingy, still?” He offers, but you can tell he doesn’t really know what to make of his own emotions, “When you said you were leaving I felt sick,” 

“Me too,” You nod, “but it makes sense,” 

“Does it?” 

You shift closer, your legs leaning on his now, “Mingi’s right, we spent four days locked in a room together. All we did was be intimate and share emotions…”

“Then why did you want to leave so quickly?” He asks, no judgment in his voice at all. 

“Yunho,” You smile, “I don’t know if you’ve picked up on it or not, but I’m not the best at sharing. Or admitting I need help.” 

“So you were running,” 

“I guess,” You nod, “I was just embarrassed and then before I knew it I had one foot out the door,” 

“I don’t want you to feel embarrassed about this,” He shakes his head, sliding his hand up your arm, “I don’t like that.” 

You sigh, “I know, but the idea of being back in the studio after this? I mean I’ve worked with you for what, two months? We really barely know each other, I’m the new girl. How am I not supposed to worry about us being too familiar after this?” 

“So we’ll be familiar,” He presses, “I promise, it really is okay. Mingi and I are not going to treat you any differently where the work is concerned, but we can be friends.” 

“Friends,” You repeat the sentiment with a nod, “you’re right, and these feelings will fade,” 

“Feelings?” He says softly. 

“Like Mingi said,” You tell him, “it keeps coming in waves, but the consistent thing is that I don’t want to be apart yet, even not touching feels wrong.”

“Exactly,” He nods enthusiastically, “every time you get up to pee I feel like I should follow you and guard the door it’s kind of ridiculous,” 

Laughter bubbles out of you and you cover your mouth, glancing over at a still sleeping Mingi, “The protective alpha instincts are really no joke, I guess,” 

“Mm,” He smiles, “Mingi has a handle on it, it was just so much more than I expected it to be,” 

“How long were he and his ex together?” You ask. 

“Two-ish years?” He says, “So yeah, he has a good handle on himself.” 

“Do you think he feels the same way as you do?” Your eyes dart back over to Mingi’s fully peaceful face as he sleeps. 

“Probably,” Yunho shrugs, “but he’s very good at only letting people see what he wants them to see,” 

“I’m getting that,” You murmur. 

There’s a long beat between you and finally you twist back to look at him, “I know it’s just the hormones,” you tell him, “but can we cuddle?” 

“Sure,” He scoots down on the couch, gathering you close, your head now resting on the crook of his arm, “This okay?” 

“Perfect,” 

Now that you’re not looking at him, the next thing you say feels so much easier, “I have to thank you for what you did,” you smile, “or didn’t do, I guess,” 

He’s quiet for a moment and then, “I almost did though,”

“I know,” You remember the sensation of his teeth dragging along your throat, “but you stopped,” 

“I didn’t realize how right it would feel in the moment,” He says softly, “and I just wanted to make you stop hurting,” 

You pat across his chest until you find his hand and you lace your fingers together, “You did,” you fight the urge to kiss him, “and for what it’s worth, Mingi was right. I don’t think I could have gotten through this at home by myself, I’ve never had a heat this hard,” 

“Now I’m really glad we brought you home,” 

“Mm,” You nod, “I don’t know what I would have done,” 

He hugs you a little more tightly, “I keep meaning to ask you something,” 

“Anything,” You shift to look up at him. 

“Suppressants,” He says, “when will insurance cover the ones you need?” 

“Nineteen days,” You recite, “nearly there.” 

“You’ll be alright until then?” He asks. 

“Should be,” You nod, “I’ll have time to onboard before my next heat so everything should be much more manageable,” 

“Good,” He brushes a hand along your hair and then settles it high on your back. 

You expect him to offer, to indicate a next time, but he doesn’t. Something distant in your gut twists and the thought that maybe this really is a one-time thing. You know it should be, you work too closely together to muddle it all up with all these emotions, especially when you can barely tell now if it’s your biological need for an alpha or if you really do just like them. But the thought of leaving and never being held by them like this again hurts a little, more than you thought that it would. 

When Mingi wakes a little later you all stay cuddled up a little longer. You eat dinner together and by the end of the meal, you’re all sitting a few feet apart. You still want to be here with them, but the desperate pull to touch them has faded almost completely by the time you’re done with your spicy noodles. 

The drive back to your apartment is quiet, and you’ve been away from work and insulated with them for so many days that you feel distantly like it’s the last day of summer and the night before school. You want to stretch out the seconds, avoid getting out of this car and going to bed at all costs, you know once you do life will be back to normal. Four days with them made you yearn a little for something more than normal. 

“Well,” You clear your throat softly and pull your bag up from the passenger side floor, “I guess that’s it,” 

“Take tomorrow,” Yunho says, twisting to the side from the driver’s seat to face you, “we’ll go back to work and you take one more day.” 

“Okay,” You nod, knowing that it’s the smartest way to not seem obvious about sharing your heat with them. 

“We had the flu,” Mingi offers, “and it’s just weird timing.” 

“Weird timing,” You nod, “okay,” 

“What will you tell your roommates?” Yunho asks. 

“I’ll think of something,” 

Your legs feel like lead as you swing open the door and start to climb out of their car. 

“You sure you’re alright?” Yunho leans over to catch your eyes. 

“Mhm,” You nod, but suddenly you don’t really trust your voice. 

“If you need anything,” Mingi says, practically hanging over the passenger seat from the back to see you too, “tonight, tomorrow, whatever,” 

“I know,” You manage, “I’m okay,” 

Mingi opens his mouth and closes it again. His hand tightens on the seat. You drag yourself back a few steps and nod, “Drive safe,” It feels like the stupidest, most empty thing to say after everything. 

Yunho smiles softly, “Always do,” 

“Good night,”

“Night,” Mingi says softly. 

“Night,” Yunho leans back in the driver’s seat again, returning his hands to the wheel. 

It’s time. You hate it.

You push the door shut, offering a wave, and you force your legs to move as you turn around and trudge up to the apartment building ahead. A nervous bubble blooms in your throat. You want to turn around, but you don’t. The steady sound of the car still idling behind you doesn’t change. When you make it inside, your apartment is blissfully quiet and you tuck yourself away in your room fast before anyone can come and check up on you. 

You want to go back, but you focus hard and try to shake it off. 

With a deep breath, you allow yourself one tiny moment of weakness and you pull your bedroom curtain aside. Their car is gone, not even the blue glow of their headlights left on the street ahead. They’re gone, and you’re alone again. You don’t even bother to take off the clothes you were wearing, you collapse into your bed and bite back the sudden rush of tears. 

All you can smell is stale lavender, and suddenly you wish more than anything for a thunderstorm. 

the universe is a bitch (S.MG)

pairing : non-idol!mingi x fem!reader

genre : time travel au, crack, fluffy yunho :(, mingi's a douche

warnings : not really, sfw

a/n : it’s a repost :(

i woke up with a jolt, beads of sweat trickling down my face as my laboured breathing returned to normal. i pat my chest a couple of times before i huff out, trying to take in my surroundings. everything else was pitch black, aside from the crack of light pouring into the room from a door that was slightly ajar to my right. i tried to recollect what had happened in my dream, or what even happened before i went to sleep, but i just couldn't seem to grasp anything.

i got up, pulling back the covers as i steadily set my feet on the ground. the silence in the room was very prominent, but as soon as i took one step forward towards the door, i fell. down into some deep, dark void as i let out a silent scream.

down.

down.

down.

thud.

"son of a bitch!" i groaned, rubbing my hip as i hissed out loud, the aching pain in my lower back growing as i tried to stand up. a shock of pain shot through my spine, making me whine.

"i can't walk like this, fuck" i whispered to myself, trying to decipher where i was now.

suddenly, blaring, white lights filled the entire room, revealing where i was standing.

"oh you've got to be fucking kidding me." i mumbled.

numerous urinals were to the left of me, a few stalls to the right, and a rather large but sleek-looking sink beside the urinals. i was glued to the spot when i heard someone attempt to whistle from outside the door, and right when the person came in, i slid into a stall, locking myself in.

the man continued to work on his whistle as i tried to keep myself silent, pressing the palm of my hand to my mouth to stop any noise from escaping. once i heard the zipping of his pants, i sighed out, but froze when i got a little too loud.

"please tell me you didn't hear my god awful whistling, man." the man spoke up, and my mind went completely blank.

"u-uh, it's fine, man. it wasn't bad." i spoke out, trying my best to hit my lowest, most manliest register.

"really? thanks, dude!" the man sounded joyful, and when i thought it was safe, i unlocked the door to the stall, ignoring the pain in my back as i stepped out quietly before letting out a loud sigh, gripping my chest.

"oh shit, i forgot i left my-"

my eyes widened when i saw the man come back into the washroom, and we both stood there in shock, not knowing what to do.

it seemed that both of our first instincts were to scream.

"AAAAAAAAAAAA WHAT THE FUCK?!"

"AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA I DON'T KNOW HOW I GOT HERE!"

“WHAT DO YOU MEAN YOU DON'T KNOW HOW YOU GOT HERE?!"

"I'M BEING SERIOUS I JUST WOKE UP AND I WAS HERE!"

"OK LET'S JUST GET OUT OF THE WASHROOM AND FIGURE THIS OUT.”

we both quieted down, the guy warily staring at me as we both walked out the door. gladly, there were barely any people around, and the place seemed like it was just a simple coffee shop, but the one employee working behind the counter looked at us weirdly before returning to whatever she was doing.

"come sit." the man said, gesturing towards a small table with two seats. i then noticed his blonde hair, noting it down. just for precautions.

"so, do you remember anything before you...well, ended up... there?" he asked, trying to avoid mentioning the embarrassing place he found me sneaking out of. i shook my head before speaking up.

"mmm, no. all i remember was pitch black. nothing else, really." i told him, and he nodded, trying to decipher what had happened to me.

"well, do you have any recollection of anything happening before? maybe being drugged, or knocked out?" the man asked again, and i shook my head no.

he then hums, scratching his chin lightly as he purses his lips together, his eyebrows drawing in together as he was deep in thought. he gently chewed on his lip as i twiddled my thumbs and looked around, trying to take in the small little cafe we were in. the scent of espresso filled my senses, making me feel a bit more cosy inside. the low hum of the radio music playing in the background as two cafe workers rushed left and right to prepare orders created some kind of ambience that i slowly found myself nodding off to, before the guy in front of me snapped his fingers and started asking me questions.

as the guy kept interrogating me, i noticed a peculiar figure out of the corner of my eye. they were wearing some kind of necklace that was vaguely familiar to me.

i looked away from the guy to get a better look of them, trying to pinpoint where i saw that necklace before, until i saw a pair of yellow, doe-like eyes glaring at me. i gasped, looking away immediately and focusing on the guy in front of me again, making him ask me if i'm okay.

"yeah, it's fine. i just saw...a puppy. yeah, i REALLY love puppies" he didn't seem convinced with my answer, but he shrugged anyway.

"hey, what's your name?" he asks, catching me off guard.

"why?"

"because that way we can go to the police station and see if your name is on the missing list."

"it's...y/n. y/n l/n." i said, looking down at my still twiddling thumbs, making him hum.

"i'm yunho, in case you wanted to know." yunho gave me a crooked smile, and i smiled back at him, looking off to the side only to notice that the person was gone.

after a few more minutes, yunho and i decided to get up and head towards the exit of the cafe to go to the police station. right when i was about to reach for the door, i felt a cold, frigid hand yank me away.

"OW! LET ME GO!" i exclaimed, but their grip was too hard. my vision was slowly going blurry as i felt my consciousness fading away, making me feel like i'm dropping into another endless hole.

••••

"hey. hey! HEY! WAKE UP!" i felt a hand slapping my cheek, and i groaned, rubbing the aching side of my face as i blinked slowly. i see a guy towering above me, maybe the same age as me or a year younger. i immediately tried to scoot away, looking around me to get a clue of where i was at.

everything around me was covered in a purple satin blanket, little strings of jewels hanging from the ceiling here and there, giving the room a more majestic and eerie feel to it. in the middle of the room there was a circle of curtains that seemed to drape around something.

"felix, bring her here." i hear a feminine voice call out, and the boy then comes up to me, lifting me by the arm and walking me over to the circle of curtains. he pulls back the curtains to reveal a woman with a purple cloak hiding her face. she was sitting at a table with a couple of cards laid out in front of her, and she slowly lifted her finger, beckoning for me to come closer.

"wh-who are you? why did you bring me here? where am i?" a string of questions left me as the boy brought a chair for me to sit in.

"sit, y/n." the woman says.

“how-"

"just sit." she sighs, pulling back the hood of her cloak to reveal herself.

she looked familiar, as if i was close to her before. but who was she?

"im nayeon." she says, holding out her hand for me to shake, and i hesitantly take it, her hand gripping my own rather comfortingly as i nervously smiled at her.

"you may not remember me, but i remember you. i remember you and your many lives, personas, and deaths. and somehow, they all seem to follow a pattern.”

"wh-"

"don't ask questions." nayeon snaps, making me shut up once more. "now, let's get started."

nayeon reaches under the table to pull out a crystal ball, purple and golden fog swirling around inside as she dusts it off a bit. i rolled my eyes and leaned back as i crossed my arms over my chest.

"are you serious? you kidnapped me just for a fucking fortune-telling session?" i scoffed. “i swear, i'm gonna wreck this place-"

"shhh!" nayeon silences me, and she starts to move her hands around in a floating manner, the fog starting to swirl around more rapidly as i notice a face starting to form in the glass ball.

he had dyed his hair a distinct colour of dirty blonde. strands of the coloured hair were falling over his forehead and reaching his eyes. the guy looked out into the distance, gold framed glasses perched atop his sharp nose while his lush lips were turned up in a soft smile. i noticed a small mole on the apple of his cheek, making this guy's breathtaking beauty even more ethereal with the way the mole seemed to add on to his youthful appearance and the childlike twinkle in his eyes.

"who is he?" i asked, leaning in slightly to get a better look at him.

"your soulmate."

"WHAT.”

i get that the man is gorgeous, but i don't think i could be his soulmate? i don't wanna have that pick me moment, but if we had a kid, it would come out looking lowkey weird. plus, where could i even find the guy?

"look at the guy's surroundings." nayeon spoke up, catching me off guard.

"wh-"

"i can read your thoughts, finally.” nayeon mumbles the last bit, as if she was dying to hear my thoughts. "now look." nayeon waves her hand, nodding towards the crystal ball. i peer into it and just see a couple of birds flying by, nothing more.

"there's just a couple of birds." i whined, growing frustrated at what i was supposed to do, but in that moment, an oddly familiar head of blond caught my eye. i gaped at the ball to see it reveal the very man i bumped into today.

the guy who saw me in the men's toilet.

"HIM?!" i yell out, jolting up, trying to remember his name. i know it starts with a y, but i couldn't quite pinpoint it.

"you know him?" nayeon asks, curiosity getting the best of her as her helper boy intervenes.

"yeah, i saw her with that guy when i took her," he says, scratching his elbow as he walks forward, peering into the crystal ball. "well, you have your lead to find the guy." nayeon states simply as i gawk at the y guy.

"i’m supposed to find him?!" i asked, slowly turning away from the crystal ball. "why can't we just...let fate bring us together?" i ask, and nayeon pinches her nose as she lets out a sigh.

"that's how you perceive it, but this is what fortune tellers are actually for. the universe or fate doesn't simply bring your soulmate to you. you have to search for them. and that can only be done with the crystal ball.” nayeon sighs, gesturing towards the ball in front of me.

"without the crystal ball, you will mistake someone else as your ‘soulmate' because they share the same interests or likes as you. it doesn't matter whether you both like the same thing. it's more how you both turn out in the future and how compatible you are. you both can start off as complete enemies, hating each other to the point you'd kill him, but that's the whole point. it's an arc. the more you get to know him, the more the aura of love around you both grows stronger.” nayeon explained as i grew engrossed in her words.

"you have to search for your soulmate. fate tries to pry you guys apart. it knows that soulmates, when together with a strong bond, are too powerful. powerful enough to write their own destiny.”

••••

“i can’t believe i’m doing this.” i sigh, entering the police station only to see the blond guy with his head in his hands, crouched over on a bench to my right. sighing, i walk over to him and tap his shoulder, making him snap up. his eyes then widened.

“oh my god, you’re alright! you’re alright?! they let you go?!” he asked me question after question as i just stood there, waiting for him to stop. “they didn’t treat you badly, did they? did they hurt you? are you hurt? did you sneak away from them or did they willingly let you go? who-” i turned to him and stared into his eyes, making him shut up.

“i’m alright. now let’s go.”

“not so fast, you two.” someone called out, making me turn towards them, and my eyes widened.

“oh, fuck he’s even more gorgeous in person.” i mumbled under my breath, gawking at the very man i saw in that damn crystal ball, this time in a very attractive police officer uniform. jolts of small shocks coursed through my body as i stared at him, making my flinch slightly.

“you don’t need to worry about him, he’s just my friend. he won’t do anything to you as long as you have me.” yunho whispers to me, as if that was going to comfort and soothe my screeching brain cells in panic mode.

my very hot soulmate walks over to the both of us, his hands shoved into his pockets as his eyes scan over me in a suspicious manner. the entire time, my brain just shut down, unable to function as i just simply stared at him.

“who’s this?” the guy asks, nodding towards me. “i found her in the men’s washroom. says that she doesn’t even know how she got there.” the blond guy beside me explains, making the gorgeous man squint his eyes.

“so you just believed her? you didn’t think about whether she was lying or anything? if she might be a part of something serious?” the guy sneers. why do gorgeous guys always end up being assholes?

“yunho, you were trained to do this kinda shit. you’re a detective, for fucks sake.” the guy pinches the bridge of his nose, making yunho look down at his shoes like a misbehaved child. that’s when my brain started functioning again.

“if it helps, i have no recollection of what happened to me before today.” the guy turns his sneering gaze to me, and i instantly have the instinct to shrink in. man, why does he look like some kind of bully? “and what’s that supposed to help with?” the guy asks as yunho intervenes.

“mingi, she’s been through enough stuff today, give her a break.” mingi just sends me a scrutinising look before walking away before yunho turns to me.

“i’m so sorry, he’s usually really friendly. he’s probably just in a bad mood today.” yunho rubs my shoulder as i just shake my head. “it’s alright.” i tell him, sending him a small smile. “well, in the meantime, you can just tell me what happened, ever since you woke up…there.” yunho tells me, smiling down at me.

“so, do you have any kind of place to stay at? do you even live around here?” yunho asks as we leave the station, walking over towards his black car. i shake my head no, making him chew on his lip for a bit. “i can get you to stay at a motel, but i don’t know how long you’re going to be around for…” yunho trails off, staring off into space. one could quite literally see the gears going off in his head, trying to think up of a solution.

after a few minutes, yunho sighs out disappointedly, scratching his neck.

“then our only solution is for you to stay with us.” he dejectedly tells me, his shoulders slouched over as i look at him in confusion. “you live with someone?” he nods, giving me a regretful look.

“i live with mingi.”

fuck.

••••

“I DON’T CARE.” mingi yells, making me flinch.

i look down at my fingers, picking at the skin around it as i slouch. mingi and yunho are in the other room, and—surprise, surprise—mingi wasn’t particularly ecstatic about me staying at their house for the time being.

“try to look at it in a different perspective, mingi. she doesn’t even know what happened to her before i found her there. none! zero! you don’t have to worry about her at all!” yunho tries to reason with him, but mingi doesn’t seem to be fazed. the two friends continue bickering as i just lie down on yunho’s bed.

“this is our home.” yunho sends me a crooked smile as i step in, taking in the modernness of it. the place seemed pretty clean and organised. to my right, i saw their kitchen, which just had an empty plate lying on the counter, untouched from what i assumed in the morning.

“how come you’re not at work today? you have a day off?” yunho nods. “yup. also feel free to make yourself feel at home. you can have my room to sleep in for the time being, i’ll be alright.” yunho lets me know, and before i could reject, yunho goes into another room, leaving me alone to explore the place and get myself used to it.

“this is the problem with you, yunho. you’re too fucking naive when it comes to this shit!” mingi raises his voice once again, making me groan quietly as i try to drown their fight out with a pillow. but to no avail, i still could hear their argument. “what problem, huh? i’m not naive, for fucks sake, mingi. i can tell that she’s no harm, why can’t you get that into your thick skull?” yunho spits back as i hear mingi scoff.

after a few minutes of silence, yunho walks into the room with a hurt look on his face. i pat the spot beside me, motioning for him to sit beside me. once he does, we both just sit in silence, yunho silently rubbing his face in frustration.

“you know, i can leave and find-“

“no. i don’t want you to stay at some sketchy place and have something happen to you. it’s safe if you stay here. mingi just doesn’t understand.” yunho quickly turns to me, placing his hand over mine as i bite back my words.

“just get some sleep. i’m sure mingi will come around soon.” yunho gives me a small smile as he rubs my shoulder, before getting up and heading for the door.

“where are you going to sleep?” i asked, making yunho turn around. “i’ll sleep on the couch.” i was about to protest but he was quick to reason. “i don’t want you feeling uncomfortable or anything, so it’s better if i go sleep there.”

“but i’m okay with-“

“mingi won’t be. if he sees you sleeping on the couch, he’ll give me another earful about how to treat guests.” yunho chuckles before bidding me good night and closing the door, leaving me in the room.

i lie down, sighing out as a small streak of moonlight hits my eye. i sit up once again and moved over to the window, sliding the curtains out of the way to get a clear view of the crescent moon shining in the clear night sky. as i admire the outside, my mind begins to clutter with useless thoughts, some out of pocket, and some regarding my situation. everything was everywhere. soon enough, my eyes slowly started to droop as my vision went blurry, sending me into a dreamless slumber.

••••

“uh, excuse me?” i heard someone tap my shoulder, and i groaned in response, stretching my arms out. the blaring light from the sun hits my eyes as i try to open them, making me instinctively pull the sheets over my head and whine.

“excuse me, it’s time to wake up.” the person says again, this time nudging me through the covers.

“5 more minutes…” i mumble, snuggling into my hands.

“yunho told me to wake you up before 10 so you’d at least have breakfast.” i never got up so quickly in my life. i shot up and pulled the covers off my head to see the very man that was sneering and scowling at me yesterday. this time, instead of seeing him in his police uniform, i got to see him in his casual attire, and boy, was it a sight to see.

i never knew shirts could get so big, because mingi himself was a pretty big guy, but the shirt he was wearing? it was oversized. how? don’t ask me. the shirt perfectly showed off his broad shoulders, while at the same time, draped down his well-built figure as if he was just a stick underneath. the black sweatpants he was wearing just added on to the comfortable look, and his tousled, dirty blonde hair perfectly screamed ‘boyfriend material’ to the max.

“if i was going to be rudely stared at, you should’ve at least told me to dress up.” mingi speaks up, making me snap out of my little bubble. “oh, i’m so sorry.” i apologised, and i swear i saw a tiny smile flicker upon his lips. “i made breakfast, if you eat it…” mingi lets me know before leaving the room, shutting the door.

“wow…” i sigh, brushing a hand through my hair as that mingi look starts to engrave itself in my brain. “i could never get used to that.” i mumble before getting up, changing out of the clothes yunho lent me as pyjamas.

soon, i walked into the kitchen to see mingi making himself comfortable on the couch in the living room. i look over to the small, wooden table to see a plate with 2 pieces of buttered toast. “oh, i didn’t notice you walked in.” mingi speaks up, looking over the couch. “i didn’t know if you’re allergic to anything, so i just went with buttered toast. unless you don’t like…butter?” mingi questions, making me let out a soft laugh as i brush him off.

“no, you’re alright. buttered toast is good.” i smiled, making mingi nod and look back at the tv. we both just did our own thing as the morning passed by rather quickly. we both silently just went on with our day until yunho came back home.

••••

“so?” yunho smiles, poking my shoulder. “what?” i questioned him, confused. “how’d the day go?” yunho asks, making me roll my eyes. “it went fine, nothing happened.” i told him, making yunho pout as he seemed to deflate a bit. “why? is something supposed to happen?” i asked yunho, making him open his mouth, but he’s quick to shake his head no before he extends his arm around my shoulders, pulling me into his side.

“mingi just seemed pretty heated about you staying with us yesterday, but i’m glad he didn’t like hold you at gunpoint or something.” yunho rubs my shoulder as i laugh, shaking my head. “no, it was nothing like that. if anything, the only thing that happened was that he kindly made breakfast for me. i tried to make lunch for him to repay him, but he said it was fine and ordered takeout.” i said, remembering our awkward conversations.

“well, that’s good to hear.” yunho smiles, looking down at me as he takes his arm away.

“yunho,” mingi opens the door, peeking in. yunho gives him a questioning look, in which mingi tilts his head in a motion to come outside. yunho’s eyes widen as he looks at me. “oh yeah! it’s movie night! wanna join us?” yunho asks. i simply shrug my shoulders, standing up at the same time yunho does, the three of us making our way to the living room.

••••

“no, nonononono. i’m done.” yunho says, getting off the couch and making his way to his room. “what? no! you’re never scared of horror movies! it’s not even a scary part!” mingi whines, throwing his hands up.

“this one just rubs me in the wrong way! if you want, you both can finish the movie. i’ll be in my room, peacefully watching something else.” yunho quickly walks to his room, shutting the door before mingi slouches, pouting.

“he’s been weird. have you noticed that?” mingi asks, pointing the remote at me. i slowly shook my head no, making mingi sigh. “of course you don’t.” he mumbles, before pressing play.

the movie continues to play. the girl desperately wheels her chair around to find the killer standing right across from her, making her freeze on the spot. i sigh, bringing my fingertips to my mouth as i bite at my nails.

“you can leave if you want, you know. i’m not forcing you to watch with me.” mingi says as he stares at the screen. “no, i’m fine with it. i actually can’t remember the last time i even watched a movie.” i brush him off, but mingi was quick to pause the movie, right when the killer was about to slash the girl’s head off.

“what?” mingi asks, looking at me. “what?” i echo his words, confused. “what did you just say?”

“i said i don’t remember the last time i watched a movie,” i slowly repeated myself. “what do you mean by that?” mingi asks, sitting more upright as he intently waits for my answer.

“i mean that i can’t remember when i last watched a movie. actually, i don’t think i remember watching any movies in my life.” i scratch my chin, making mingi’s eyes widen.

“wait, tell me how you ended up meeting yunho?”

“well, i woke up in the men’s washroom, and yunho came in. i quickly hid so he can’t see me, and the first time, he left. but when i came out, yunho came back in because he forgot his wallet.” i explained, making mingi nod.

“by any chance, did you feel a falling sensation before you found yourself in the washroom?”

i froze, my eyes going wide as i remember the aching sensation i felt in my lower hip when i woke up.

“yeah…” i whispered. mingi snapped his fingers, pointing at me again. “do you remember waking up in a strange dark room with a door that was slightly open?” mingi asked again, and the memories of the light shining through the door flashed in front of my eyes, making me nod again.

“holy shit…” mingi whispers.

“i’ve been going on about that for a while actually. come with me.” mingi gets up. i get up as well, and mingi was quick to walk over to his door.

“don’t be overwhelmed, but i’ve been doing a bit of research about this, and i’ve come to two conclusions.” mingi slowly opens the door to his room, and i was instantly welcomed with a bulletin board hanging right above the bed situated near the desk space in his room, and on that board were several articles, pictures, and sticky notes. all held together with pins and red string.

“since we have some sort of a similar experience, i feel comfortable sharing this with you. but look, i found this article about someone who randomly spawned in a battlefield. no one knew where he came from. one soldier said that he was looking in that space, and a second later, the guy just appeared. out of thin air.” mingi tells me, pointing at the article.

“another article over here says that a fortune teller was arrested for kidnapping someone. the person who reported them said that the fortune teller felt off. they felt too familiar. the fortune teller let them go and they instantly told the police. they found the guy and they found out that he was a fraud, but i don’t believe in that bullshit.” mingi rambles on, and i nod as he narrows it all down.

“so now i have two conclusions. either one, we live in a video game, or some kind of simulation, or two,

we time travelled.”

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Pairing: ateez (ot8) x reader

Summary: Everyone supposedly has a guardian angel, one that’s tasked to always keep their human out of trouble and on the right path of life. But you don’t just have one, you have…eight?!

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College student!Mingi x Barista!Reader (ft, Yunho)

This earworm was in my head while doing this

Warning: Hanahaki disease au, angst, blood, sick reader, character death, panic attacks, dark

It was a routine day of working at the coffee shop, aching feet and an aching back made you wish that you could book a massage but your finances stared you in the face with a menacing grin.

So you had to tough it out and give the customers your best service with a smile to make their day a little better.

"Thank you! Have a great day!" You smiled cheerily at the last customer that you served. You turned to the next one and nearly fainted when you looked into his face as he towered above you from his side of the counter.

"You're new here!" You quipped and immediately wanted to slap yourself for it, this man was tall and handsome. His bright smile blinding you from the discomfort of the day.

"Yeah, it looks very comfy here." His voice was low and deep, adding to his attractiveness exponentially.

"Yeah, uh what can I get for you?" You asked dizzily, trying not to stare at his gorgeous face as you patted down your barista apron.

"I would like... An iced americano. Two of them, so that I can get to know you better as a returning customer. I'm Mingi by the way." The brightly hued haired male smiled at you again and you immediately turned to get to work on serving the coffee.

"But what if you don't like it here?" You ask softly as you prepared the coffee."Oh I know I will~" Mingi replied confidently with the same radiant smile as before.

You felt bad that he ordered a coffee for you but you wanted to be polite so you accepted it. Seating yourself in a booth across from the giant male.

"I didn't catch your name." Mingi pointed out as he took a drink of his coffee. Your face reddened from embarrassment.

"I'm eh... I'm Y/N..." You plaster on a smile and glanced around the cafe to ensure that there weren't any customers waiting at the moment for you and neither your boss spying you playing hookie on the job.

"Y/N..." Mingi tried your name on his tongue and gave a shy smile that warmed your heart."I'm glad to meet you, Y/N. Your coffee is really good~"

He nodded with a genuine smile and it was your turn to get shy.

"Thank you, Mingi. So what are you up to here?" You ask as you drink on your own beverage.

"Oh, I transferred to another college to finish my semester." Mingi nodded and you chewed at the end of your straw a little.

"Ah, so that's why I haven't seen you before- oh sorry, I have some customers to take care of!" You apologize profusely and stand up after a group of college students breezed into the cafe.

"That's okay, I'll see you next time, Y/N." Mingi replied with a comforting smile that brought another warm feeling bubbling up inside of you that was so foreign but it was welcome nonetheless.

You took care of the the new customers orders efficiently and turned to find Mingi, only to find that he must have left during the time your customers made their transactions.

Disappointment settled within your gut as you went about your work. You had only chatted with him briefly and scarcely got to know him but it already felt like an emptiness within your chest without seeing his gummy smile.

Mentally you told yourself to snap out of it as you chugged down the remainder of your Americano. Going about your work while replaying the interaction with Mingi in the back of your mind.

The following day you saw him again and you felt happiness blossom within yourself again as soon as his hearty laugh and bright smile radiated your senses.

"Hello Mingi~ What can I get for you today?" You failed to restrain your enthusiasm as you faced the tall male.

"I would like the same as before~" Mingi hummed warmly and further set you at ease.

"Americano?" You tilt your head curiously and wait for his reply."Yeah, two of them~ I need someone to drink it with me~" He replied cheerfully while his low voice seemed to sooth your misgivings about taking a moment from work, even though you knew it wouldn't last.

"Alright Mingi, two iced Americanos coming right up!" You chirp enthusiastically and make the coffees, still feeling guilty about him buying you a coffee but he insisted on it stubbornly.

"How has your day been?" You ask after you serve the coffee, seating yourself across from the attractive male again.

"Okay. But better now that someone familiar and friendly is keeping me company~" Mingi smiled warmly and fidgeted with the straw of his beverage.

You gave a warm smile and watched him attentively, feeling comfortable with his company.

"It isn't too hard adjusting to the new environment, but um it's still hard. You're the first friend I've made here." Mingi flashed you another smile and butterflies stirred in your stomach against your will.

"Me? A friend?" You were surprised by him already claiming you as a friend and your heart warmed to hear him admit it.

"I can tell by the way that you serve coffee that you can be trusted." Mingi chuckled heartily as you looked at him with a deadpan expression.

"Is it your scheme to get free coffee?" You joke softly and notice a tint of color blooming on his cheeks.

"Oh, ah no, no no!" Mingi replied hurriedly while visibly flustered by your words.You grin at him. Satisfied by his reaction before noticing his air turn confident.

"Is it working~?" He grins and takes another drink of his coffee. "I couldn't possibly accept free coffee." He giggles and you open your mouth to reply in return, only for someone to interrupt by walking into the cafe.

"I'll be seeing ya~" Mingi smiles at you as you hastily stood to wait on the customer. The words resonated in your mind like a comforting warm breeze.

You already liked him, but he was only here to make friends with you and technically you were only here to serve him coffee. Your eyes wistfully trailed over to the booth that the two of you occupied earlier, only to find it empty.

'Maybe tomorrow I can see him again' A soft voice whispered in your head as hopefulness surged through you. You found his presence addicting and mildly resented yourself for it since most likely in time he would be moving on back to where he had came from.

In fact you had saw him everyday for two months straight and you loved every moment of talking with him.

How his contagious smile lit up your day with little effort and how he always had a way to make you laugh in one way or another. But when he left, you felt as if the warmth inside of you followed.

~~~~~~

You were smiling today and feeling giddy, glancing at the small gift of a 'I get the final word during Finals' coffee mug and ensuring that the note was still inside.

You were so nervous today, having nearly dropped a few cups of coffee before they reached their rightful owners hands because of your anxiousness.

'What if he poured coffee in the mug and didn't see the paper? What if he's not looking to date because of it being a distraction? What if he doesn't like m-' You were interrupted by the swinging of the cafe's door.

You smiled at the incoming customer, but instantly bewilderment followed when you saw tall, dark haired male standing before you and right beside him was Mingi holding his hand.

Something tickled at your throat and you coughed into your sleeve. Quickly you regained your composure and smiled at Mingi and the person that he was holding hands with.

"Good morning Mingi! What would you like today?" You smiled warmly and ignored the light scratching sensation at the back of your throat.

"Two iced Americanos please! I... um, I wanted to introduce you to my boyfriend!" Mingi was absolutely beaming at you with a radiance that sliced through your heart sharper than a razor blade.

"Hi, Y/N! I hope it's okay to address you as such! I'm Yunho, I attend the same arts class as him everyday and I'm so happy I do!" Yunho smiled enthusiastically at you and you nodded politely with the most strained fake smile that you had ever had to endure as you prepared the coffees.

"He never shuts up about you and your coffee, I feel a littllllle bit jealous that you met him before I did!" Yunho teased while Mingi looked down shyly.

"Oh it's perfectly fine! I'm so happy for you both!" You were sobbing beneath a smile as you gave Mingi his order.

You could barely breathe as they walked away to the booth where you and Mingi used to sit, talk and laugh.

The Americano that Yunho had would have been yours but you had no place with Mingi anymore in the way that you had grown to feel for him.

Blindly you went through the motions of making more coffee for the customers that were coming and going frequently throughout your workday. Through your peripheral vision you could see them argue with each other in a way that made you feel even more hurt.

You could see that Mingi was in love and it wasn't you that he felt so strongly for. Sadness shrouded you in a stifling blanket and choked the light from you as you worked. Your eyes dropped to your sleeve that you had coughed into earlier and your brows furrowed at what you saw.

A single large yellow petal decorated the sweater that you wore and baffled you as to where it came from.

Another cough wracked you and made you think that possibly you were sick. It felt likely to you that it could have been the case since it had been a stressful week and your entire world was shattered today to the point that you could barely keep the stinging, threatening tears at bay.

You numbly went through the transaction of your most recent customer, barely remembering that it even happened as another cough aggressively clawed it's way to your throat.

Yunho and Mingi were about to leave and you suddenly remembered something. Quickly you picked up the coffee cup that you had gotten for Mingi, tossing the piece of paper into the trash that you had written on with the intention of asking him on a date.

Quickly you approached Mingi, struggling to keep the coughing sensation restrained as you handed him the coffee cup with a sweet smile.

Mingi looked at you in confusion, taking the cup from your shaking hands while Yunho looked between You and Mingi with an expression that registered that he wasn't getting the situation.

"It's just a gift to wish you luck!" You clarify immediately with a hoarse voice. You felt thankful when another customer came in so that Mingi couldn't question if you were alright.

Once you were finally to yourself you began to cry bitterly. Wailing forlornly as high pitched hiccups wracked your body.

It was only a few minutes a day that you met up with him but you still couldn't figure out why you felt so devastated. You were only a barista who served coffee to him and nothing more.

A wave of nausea struck and you quickly turned to the waste basket where you had thrown the note in amongst used coffee grounds and coffee filters.

You wretched painfully and worried that your boss would come out to see what was wrong during the ruckus that you caused. Sobs mingled with your vomiting and a choking obstruction escaped the confines of your throat and into the waste basket.

Tears clouded your vision as you opened your eyes again finally, heaving to catch your breath when your eyes spied the unmistakable littering of yellow flower petals on the note you had wrote for Mingi.

"No!" You cried out as you wiped the drool from your face, denying the reality of the wet petals that you had just coughed up.

Fear wrapped it's talons around your throat and cut off your breathing, the racing of your thoughts seeming to go on forever as you stared down at the petals.

You coughed again, feeling a sense of sadness well up in your gut as you asked yourself why. Why did you have to fall in love with him? Why couldn't you have protected your heart? Why? Why? Why???

You slammed your fists down and uttered an animalistic sound akin to being wounded before looking up in embarrassment at the regular customer who was peeking over the counter at you.

"Are you okay, Y/N?"

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It was the second week of watching Mingi come to the cafe with Yunho, ordering their usual and making you feel wholly left out of their little world together.

You smiled at them when they would look in your direction, feeling every bit as fake as the hydrogenated oil in the coffee creamer that was occasionally requested at the cafe.

Paleness had overtaken your skin and darkness covered the delicate skin beneath your eyes, a masterpiece that screamed out how tired you were.

Midnights were some of the worst time for you, the stems of the flowers that bloomed inside of you had a hold on your heart and caused your organ to fight it.

The thoughts that riddled your mind in the night only allowed the flowers to take stronger hold and make your body their natural habitat as your body's natural defenses attempted to get the offending flora out of your system in the best way it knew how.

Coughing and wretching your brains out until everything physically hurt but still failed to overtake the hell in your heart.

"Y/N? Are you okay? You seem a little off..." Mingi snapped you out of your spaced out daze, his eyes looking as though he genuinely cared about you and it caused another wave of nausea to ripple through you.

"Yeah- just... need the restroom!" You croaked hoarsely and stumbled off to the bathroom, barely making it to the toilet in time to heave out the contents that were the by product of the love that you gained for Mingi.

"Oh my fuck-" You cried hoarsely as you saw the contents in the toilet bowl floating about mockingly, a pink sea that was a eerie backdrop for the whole sunflower that you wretched up and out of your body.

"A whole fucking sunflower-" You cried hysterically and almost failed to hear Mingi coming to check on you.

"Y/N? Are you sick?" The giant male called out in a cautious tone.

Frantically you flushed down the flower and blood, wiping your mouth of the blood stains left behind.

"Yeah I'm- I'm sick..." You murmured sheepishly.

You felt that you could say that much about your unique situation. There was no use in lying about it but there was no reason for him to know why.

You stood at the door of the stall that you were just in and felt regret that you had even told him that you were sick. Because now he was looking at you with puppy dog eyes that made the stems around your heart even more tangled just like your feelings.

"I'm sorry, Y/N. Is there anyway that I can help? You should take some time off... You look exhausted." Mingi hummed thoughtfully and you nodded, your throat too raw to even utter a word.

"I will... Thank you, Mingi." You croak and smile at him politely before going off to clock out of work early. You needed to get away from him before you spewed out another flower and would have to come up with with some kind of an explanation for it.

~~~~~~~

More days went by and your condition only worsened. You didn't feel that you would be around much longer but you didn't want to be without a roof over your head when you died, so you went back to work.

The first few days you saw neither Mingi or Yunho and you felt yourself missing their presence. Also you were finding it even more difficult to restrain your coughs but stubbornness fueled you despite the fatigue that cloaked you like a blanket of death's design.

Your heart hurt, your ribs hurt as well as your throat and sustenance rarely stayed down at this point.

~~~~~

Then it happened.

You had just weakly given one of your regulars their order. The excruciating pain in your chest made it difficult to breathe.

It was all more than your body could take as you fell on the vinyl floor, blindly coughing through tears and wretching out yellow petals and what ironically looked like coffee grounds mingled with the mass that spilled onto the floor.

A lazed smile graced your features as you struggled to breathe. The stems having taken hold of your lungs just like love had taken hold of you and wrecked you in all manner.

His face was all you could see, his laugh and voice was all that you heard, and the way that he cared about your wellbeing was all that you could see.

"Y/N?! What the fuck happened Y/N?!" A deep familiar voice sounded alarmed but you weren't sure if you were imagining it as two arms embraced you and tugged you into what felt like a lap but you wasn't sure if you were just imagining it as you slowly slipped away.

Tears filled your eyes as you gazed at the fiery haired male, hallucination or not you were thankful for something to comfort you as your heartbeat faded away.

"What can I do!?" Mingi was distressed as you looked at him through glassy eyes, panic had gripped him and he was horrified to find you in such a deteriorated state.

Tears filled his eyes as you blindly reached out to touch his lips.

"T-the sunflower... My s-sunflower always..." You choke out in a scratchy, nearly inaudible voice as you smiled genuinely for one last time and broke his own heart.

Your emaciated frame went limp in his arms as your throat became obstructed by a cluster of blooms.

Mingi began to cry as the shock settled through him. Wondering if he was the reason. You did say that he was your sunflower? Was he the reason that you died?

Mingi began to yell out to anyone, not aware of anything that he said or did as he gazed down at your lifeless body in shock.

breakfast in bed

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pairing: park seonghwa x afab!reader x choi san

w.c.: 3.7k

tags: smut, fluff, established poly!relationship

you wanted seonghwa to feel all your love for his birthday

A/N: happy seonghwa day! I figured this was the perfect opportunity to write my first poly fic, I really hope I did them justice :"" happy reading!! ^^

nsfw & warnings under the cut - minors dni!! 🔞

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warnings: dom!san, switch!seonghwa, sub!reader, mxm interactions, praise, fingering (f&m receiving), finger sucking, spit as lube, handjob, unprotected sex (👎🏻), breeding kink, a hint of choking, overstimulation, multiple creampies, multiple orgasms (f), cunnilingus, squirting, cum eating, teasing, begging, nicknames (sannie, hwa, love, jagiya, sweetheart, darling, pretty girl, sweet girl, treasure)

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Seonghwa woke up to soft kisses sprinkled across his back – over his shoulder blades and nape – your nose nuzzling into the crook of his neck and inhaling the soft scent of his body wash, the events of the previous night coming back to him as he blinked the remnants of his dream away. What he planned to be a quick shower before bed turned into his exercise for the week and a headache over the water bill when you and San decided to slip in after him.

Delicate fingers squeezed the flesh of his waist, moving away when he turned to face you, eyes bleary with sleep. Your arm circled Seonghwa’s waist again, tugging him closer to you and flattening your palm over the small of his back, greeting him with an easy smile. You leaned in to press a feathery kiss to the corner of his lips, feeling it tug upwards before you pulled away.

“’Morning,” he whispered, trying not to disturb the sleeping man sprawled out on the other side of the bed.

“Good morning, birthday boy,” you smiled, eyes soft while you ran your fingers over the side of his face.

A soft shade of red tinted Seonghwa’s cheeks, and he leaned in, capturing your lips in a gentle kiss, sighing contently as your warmth seeped into his skin. He slid his tongue over your bottom lip, slipping it into your mouth and running it over the roof while his fingers scratched at your nape. A hummed pleasantly, the sound vibrating against his lips, the hand on his back slipping down to grab a handful of his ass. Seonghwa groaned softly, low in his throat, and pushed back into your palm, arms moving from your neck to wrap around your shoulders and gather you against his body, bringing you impossibly closer. You alternated between hard and soft, moulding your lips together lazily while inhaling the other’s warm breath until Seonghwa got impatient and began nipping at your bottom lip, sucking your tongue into his mouth, kissing you so hard you forgot that anything other than him existed.

That was until pouty lips pressed against your shoulder, and you didn’t have to look back to see the sulkiness tainting your boyfriend’s face.

“What are you two doing?”

The hoarseness of San’s voice made you crane your neck to look back at him, taking in his heavy eyelids and the disheveled hair pointing in different directions. He blinked at you and Seonghwa, eying your flushed cheeks and swollen lips, his bottom lip jutting out. You turned to lie down on your back before reaching a hand out to cup San’s cheek, running your thumb over his lips. The simple gesture seemed to cheer him up, his dimples sinking into his skin before he moved his attention to Seonghwa where he laid on his side, head propped up on his palm while he watched your interaction with an easy smile.

“Happy birthday, my love,” San muttered before he closed the gap between them, leaning over your body to reach Seonghwa’s lips.

It was your turn to watch, rubbing circles over San’s bare back while you followed how his lips moved against Seonghwa’s – slow at first, savouring the taste of him, but within a few seconds, you could hear the wet sound of their spit moving between them as San’s tongue pushed past Seonghwa’s lips. They left delicate touches over each other’s skin, gentle squeezes here and there as if they hadn’t taken turns fucking each other in the shower the night before, having you watch them while you waited your turn. You felt a wave of arousal pass through you, the warmth pooling at your core as San’s morning wood pressed against your hip, paired with Seonghwa’s soft moans while the younger man’s fingers flicked over his nipples.

Seonghwa tapped San’s shoulder, taking a deep breath when he pulled away from him. He turned his head towards you, smiling at your red cheeks. “I think our (Y/n) would like a kiss too, Sannie.”

San mirrored the older man’s expression when he shifted to look at you, the corners of his eyes wrinkling as he moved to hover his face over yours, pressing a small kiss to the tip of your nose. “Aww, did my baby feel left out?”

He didn’t give you a chance to reply before pressing his lips against yours, so hard you felt the world around you turn into mush, Seonghwa’s soft hand squeezing at your hip to keep you grounded. He watched you kiss for a few minutes, his arousal growing the more he took in your small, breathy moans, muffled against San’s lips. He moved closer to you, resting his head down on your shoulder before speaking.

“Can I…” he cleared his throat, cheeks turning bright red when you pulled away at the sound, two sets of eyes fixed on him and urging him to speak.

“What do you need, sweetheart?” you asked, pressing you lips to the crown of his head.

“I- I want… you,” he raised his head to look at you with those big eyes, glimmering with want, before turning to the other man. “…and Sannie. P-please, I want you both.”

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Seonghwa’s lips were gentle over yours – rendered useless and inert, parted as soft gasps escaped you – pressing light kisses at over your cupid’s bow down to the corner of your mouth while his fingers pounded into you and curled against your sweet spot, the anticipation of your second orgasm sending a shiver down your spine. You turned your head to look at San, sprawled on his side beside you and rubbing soothing circles over your stomach, a few inches away from where you needed him most, his other hand wrapped loosely around his cock and squeezing around his base every time you let out a breathy moan.

“Why are you looking at me, baby? I’m not the one making you feel good, am I?” San spoke, the rasp in his voice affecting you more than you cared to admit.

San knew what you wanted, knew that you were about to come on Seonghwa’s fingers, knew that you wanted more. And you knew he wasn’t going to give it to you. That’s just how San was, getting off on watching you writhe under him, begging him to stuff you full of his cock and breed you until you were crying from overstimulation. So you turned to the person who would give it to you, taking a few seconds to absorb the way he looked down at you with hooded eyes, face so close you could feel his warm breath blowing against your heated skin.

You reached between your bodies to wrap your fingers around his cock, hard and heavy in your hand. A fresh wave of arousal dripped down Seonghwa’s fingers as you took in the pleasure coating his face when you gave his length a firm stroke. “Hwa… ‘want you inside..."

“Now, now, darling. What happened to your manners?” San clicked his tongue.

You looked up at Seonghwa through your lashes, wetting your lips before speaking. “Please, please, please, Hwa. Give it to me, I’ll be good, I swear-” you recited in one breath.

“Fuck, yeah- okay,” he nodded, eyes fluttering shut as he savoured the soft glide of your palm over his length, aided by the obscene amount of precum leaking from his tip. “Can I- I want to fuck her, please. Sannie, can I?”

You nodded furiously, looking between the two men, guiding Seonghwa’s tip towards your cunt as soon as his fingers slipped out of you, running it through your dripping folds before stopping at your entrance. You rolled your hips against him, trying to push him inside, but Seonghwa pulled his hips back, ignoring your whine while his eyes flitted to the man laying silently beside you.

“Sannie, c-can I fuck her? Please, I- I need her so bad,” Seonghwa panted, his cock twitching between your legs and you could see the tremble in his arms as he tried to hold himself up. Your eyes moved between them, desperation eating at your insides as your hole clenched around nothing.

San’s smile was soft, but the glint in his eyes made you shiver – he knew he was in control; he could say no, leave you to cry and beg while your high dwindled away. He could fuck Seonghwa in front of you, or have Seonghwa fuck him, making you watch them with your hands tied behind your back and your cunt leaking all over the bed, aching to be touched.

But San wouldn’t do that today, not when Seonghwa was asking so nicely.

He cupped Seonghwa’s cheek, his smile soft while he spoke. “It’s your birthday, my angel, you can do whatever you want. You’re in control today.”

Seonghwa breathed out a sigh of relief, leaning down to cover you with his body, heat permeating off his skin and into yours and creating a bubble of warmth around you. He peppered open-mouthed kisses over the side of your face while he lined himself up with your entrance once again, this time pushing past the tight ring and into your heat. Seonghwa let out a throaty moan into your neck, taking the skin between his teeth and leaving blossoming bruises as he bottomed out, rolling his hips to make sure you were taking every last inch of him. You were so full of him, your mind hazy as Seonghwa took over your every sense – the floral body wash that he often stole from you mixed with the tanginess of his sweat as you breathed in his scent, the warmth of his body almost suffocating but you didn’t dare complain, wanting to be engulfed in his very being.

Seonghwa ground his hips against yours, his cockhead pressing against your sweet spot and eliciting a sharp gasp from your lips. He drew his cock out until only the tip remained entrapped within your pulsing walls before sliding back in, his balls slapping against your skin as he began to fuck into you. The mixture of grunts and moans echoed between the walls of your shared room, masking the movement of the other man who quietly slotted himself behind Seonghwa and hooked his chin over his shoulder, the older man straightening up slightly.

“ahh- fuck, darling you feel so good,” he sighed, pistoning his cock into your cunt and revelling in the feeling of San thumbing over his nipple, palms roaming over the expanse of his soft, sun-kissed skin.

San’s fingers pushed into your mouth without warning, pressing against your tongue before sliding further down your throat and making you gag at the sudden intrusion. “Be a good girl and get my fingers wet for me,” he ordered with a smirk decorating his lips.

You felt Seonghwa shudder with anticipation, his cock twitching inside you while he carried out his ruthless rhythm, biting his lip to suppress the noises threatening to escape him every time your pussy clenched around him.

San took Seonghwa’s chin between his index and thumb, twisting his head to face him. He leaned in to press their lips together, biting on his bottom lip and dragging it with him when he moved away. “Don’t hold back, jagiya. Let me hear your pretty voice,” he nuzzled his nose against Seonghwa’s cheek before letting him go.

A chocked moan left your lips when San pulled his fingers out of your mouth, pulling off Seonghwa’s body just enough to slide his dripping fingers over his puckered hole, still soft and pliable from last night’s events.

“Hwa, baby, shit- hnnngh-” your thighs trembled around Seonghwa as he angled his cockhead to pound against your g-spot with every thrust, a dribble of saliva trickling down the side of your face as he fucked you dumb.

San smiled lopsidedly at your expression, your moans mixing with Seonghwa’s, the auditory stimulation alone nearly making San come all over the other man’s back. His free hand reached for yours – fisting the sheets at your side – and guided it to his throbbing cock, standing hard and angry against his lower belly. “Is our angel making you feel good, hm? Tell me, sweetheart, do you think he deserves my fingers?”

Seonghwa looked into your eyes pleadingly, red staining his cheeks and neck, his cock spasming wildly inside you. “Yeah,” you breathed out, heat spreading through your skin as shots of pleasure seared through you. “He’s doing s-so well- nghh! F-fucking me so good,” you held his face in your palm and rubbed your thumb over his cheekbone, looking up at him through lidded eyes. Your other hand pumped San’s cock, dragging up his length to squeeze around his head before sliding back down to the base.

San hummed contentedly – low and hoarse – while he thrusted his hips into your fist. “Such a good boy,” San purred. “Making our sweet girl feel so good,” he peppered kisses over Seonghwa’s shoulders, circling his finger around his rim before pushing in.

Seonghwa exhaled a sigh of relief as San’s finger dragged along his walls, his hips jolting when he slipped in another and curled them against Seonghwa’s favourite spot. “Fuck, S-san!”

“Shh, just relax for me. I’ll make it feel good, darling.” He thrusted his fingers against Seonghwa’s prostate, barely pulling out before stuffing them back inside him and pressing the pads of his fingers against the gland.

“There- ahhh, right there, fuck!” Seonghwa snapped his hips against yours vigorously, leaning down to press his mouth to yours and swallow the cries of pleasure slipping out of you as he continued his ruthless pace. "Hah... (Y/n), my love, shit- I-I'm-"

Seonghwa bucked his hips into you once, twice before sheathing himself deep inside you and flooding your walls with his load, tremors shaking his body as San continued working his prostate. A soft whine slipped out of Seonghwa's lips when the overstimulation became too much, reaching back to paw at San’s hand until the other man slipped his fingers out of him. San gave his ass a soft pat before grabbing onto his hips and guiding him out of your fluttering hole. A fresh wave of arousal rushed through you at the whimper that you drew out of him when you clenched down on his cockhead, trying to keep him inside you.

San groaned behind him at the sight of Seonghwa’s cum leaking out of you, your pussy clenching around air, desperate to be stuffed. “So good for me, my darling, look at how much you came.” San reached forward to spread your folds with his thumb, watching as more of Seonghwa’s release flooded out of you. “Made our pretty girl nice and wet for me, didn’t you?”

Seonghwa was drained, his chest flushed and coated with sweat as it rose and fell while he recovered from his orgasm. He gave a weak nod, the tips of his ears turning a brighter shade of red. San pressed a tender kiss to his jaw before maneuvering him to lay beside you and taking his place on top of you.

You grabbed onto his biceps, rolling your hips against him desperately. “Sannie, please…”

“Aww, does my baby want to come?” San gazed down on you – his smile sickeningly sweet – before he leaned down to press feathery kisses over your cheeks. “Do you want me to fuck another load into you? Make you nice and full of our babies, hm?” You nodded deliriously, San’s smirk only growing, his dimple sinking into his cheek as he took in your crazed state. “Beg for it.”

Seonghwa gave your waist a squeeze, sliding closer to paste himself to your side and whisper in your ear. “Go on, treasure, beg Sannie for his cock. I know you want to,” Seonghwa’s fingers slipped between your legs, gathering some of the cum dribbling out of you on his fingers and pushing it back inside, sheathing his fingers inside you and revelling in the squelch of your pussy around him. "Tell him how bad you want to be a mommy."

“Please, please, Sannie, baby. I’ll be g-good, just want your cock inside,” you begged, exhaling soft breaths as Seonghwa’s fingers curled against your walls and teased around your g-spot. "W-want your cum, pleaaase-"

That seemed to satisfy San, too turned on himself to continue tormenting you. He batted Seonghwa’s hand away, not giving you a chance to breathe before he buried himself inside your heat.

“Oh fuck, oh- haahh-” Heat pooled in your lower belly as San fucked into your abused cunt with abandon, groaning into your neck when your pussy squeezed around him.

Seonghwa hooked his arm around your knee and spread you open for San, pressing his mouth to your jaw and nipping at the skin. “Is Sannie making you feel good, sweetheart? Are you going to be good and come on his cock?”

“Uh-huhh,” you cried, your eyes rolling back when San slowed down his thrusts to a languid grind, his cock sliding deliciously between your fluttering walls.

The fingers wrapping around your throat brought your attention to the man above you – his eyes lidded with lust, hips going back to their frenzied pace, the sound of skin-on-skin reverberating between the four walls. “Keep your eyes on me when I fuck you,” he growled, his thrusts growing sloppy as he neared his high.

You did as you were told, your eyes never leaving his even when your vision blurred and darkened around the edges, your gut tightening and muscles clenching when your climax finally washed over you. You felt fingers working your clit roughly, stretching out your orgasm and sending San into his as your walls spasmed and contracted around his cock, milking every last drop of his seed out of him. San rolled his hips into yours, moaning and grunting into your skin while Seonghwa peppered loving kisses over the side of your face, his fingers rubbing slow circles around your clit and sending jolts of pleasure up your spine.

“So perfect, the both of you,” San praised, lifting his head to place a kiss on your temple before pressing his lips to Seonghwa’s cheekbone.

Seonghwa smiled sweetly, kneading at the flesh San’s hip. “San-ah, I want to see…” he muttered, gently pushing San’s softening length out of you to watch the combination of their cum ooze out of your ravished cunt.

You heard San curse under his breath when the other man kneeled between your open legs and licked a stripe up your pussy, watching your hips jerk when Seonghwa sucked at your clit.

“H-hwa- too much!” you reached down to push him away, but San grabbed your wrist before you could and pinned it against the bed.

“Uh uh,” he warned. “It’s his birthday, let him do as he pleases.”

You whined when San reached for your other wrist, holding them above your head while Seonghwa lapped at your cunt, pushing his tongue inside you to slurp at the cum painting your walls. You felt a pressure building in your lower belly when Seonghwa pushed two fingers inside you and curled them against your g-spot, the slide easy with the mixture of fluids leaking out of you. He swallowed the last bit of cum emptied inside of you and pressed delicate kisses to your swollen clit, his fingers unrelenting as they ripped moan after moan out of you.

“Give me one more,” Seonghwa muttered against your mound.

“I-I can’t, I-”

“Yes you can,” San interrupted, grabbing your jaw in his palm and squishing your cheeks together. “You’re our good girl, aren’t you?”

You nodded, tears streaming down the sides of your face as pleasure mixed with pain seared through your abdomen.

“Come on, Jagiya, give it to me,” Seonghwa urged, bringing his other hand down to thumb at your clit, pressing his cheek to your quivering thigh. “Please, please, I want to watch you come on my fingers one more time.”

You writhed under the two men as you tumbled over the edge once again, clear liquid gushing out of you and spraying all over Seonghwa’s belly and thighs. He pressed his fingers against your sweet spot and watched as you squirted again, leaning back down to swallow it all down. He worked you through your high, only pulling away when your thighs closed around his shoulders and your hips jerked away from his touch.

“Holy fuck,” San muttered and brushed the matted hair off your forehead, taking in your fucked-out state – the violent tremble of your thighs, sweat covering every last patch of skin and reflecting the morning rays peeking through the blinds, unfocused eyes staring at the ceiling while you regained your breath.

They gave you a few minutes to recover, cleaning you up with a warm towel while keeping you grounded with delicate touches here and there – Seonghwa's gentle palms rubbed soothing circles over your belly while San scattered tender pecks and kisses over the expanse of your skin, over your face and neck then down to your chest.

You felt content, warm, safe. In their arms, in their company. Simply by existing within the same space. You no longer had any recollection of your life before them – how did you go to the store and not think about them whenever you spotted their favourite snack? How did you react when a new Lego set released, and how did you not rush to buy it for your beloved? Perhaps you were grateful for not knowing. You wanted to believe that every experience you had sustained before them served as preparation for what’s to come, simply a filler readying you for a life of constant bliss and contentment. A life where you never doubted the love you were given.

You spent the rest of your day in bed upon Seonghwa’s request, watching a rerun of all the Star Wars movies and pretending to be awake when he caught you snoozing. San would giggle and poke your side, playfully scolding you for falling asleep – as if he hadn’t startled the two of you with a sudden snore an hour ago.

Tucked in under the blankets, limbs a tangled mess as you and San fought over who got to be the little spoon, Seonghwa watched you bicker with a fond smile gracing his lips.

How lucky I am, he thought, to be loved twice as much as much as everyone else.

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