Does Your Nephew Have A Bias? | Wooyoung
Does your nephew have a bias? | Wooyoung

Idol Wooyoung x Reader Word count: 1730 Genre: pure fluff Author: maari Warnings: Wooyoung a little jealous. Note: I was going to do a Jongho scenario but then I remembered Wooyoung is my bias and I only have ONE imagine of him and also fluff with him is never enough so that's it. Summary: Being your nephew's babysitter made Wooyoung ask something very important.
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"Wow, you look lovely."
Y/N theatrically rolled her eyes upon hearing Wooyoung's laugh after speaking in a joking tone.
She was a complete mess. Sweaty, her clothes crooked while his nephew was in his arms struggling to play on the floor and the hair tied up in a way that was messier than his living room with toys scattered on the floor.
"Glad you made it." she sighed and handed her nephew to Wooyoung before he even entered her house.
"What?" he asked confusedly and reached out to hold the baby who happily went into his arms.
"Hold him, I have to pee!" she replied in a hurry and ran to the bathroom while Wooyoung laughed, taking off his shoes, closing the door.
"Hey buddy." he smiled at the baby who rubbed his eyes and laid his head on his shoulder.
It was Saturday and Y/N's day to babysit her nephew.
Her sister and the husband were working and she had already made sure she stayed with her nephew since she had the weekend off and she loved the baby.
He was about to turn a year and a half old, spending the day with him was the best thing in the world, but he was learning to walk. Which meant Y/N had to help him get around the house, always holding his tiny hand as he wanted to almost run.
It didn't look like it but it was extremely tiring and as it approached the time for him to take his nap after lunch, it was even more so.
When she returned, Wooyoung was swaying him in an almost imperceptible dance, making her smile at the scene.
"Am I at the wrong time?" he asked quietly, resting his chin on the baby's head who was almost asleep.
"Just in time." she replied in the same tone and took the bottle that was on top of the sofa. "I'll make his milk if he complains-"
"I know how to make children sleep, you know?" he interrupted and she smiled ruefully.
Of course he knew, in addition to having experience with his brother, Wooyoung was also great with kids and her nephew adored him.
She raised her arms, surrendered and went to the kitchen at the same time that her nephew started to complain.
She laughed but hearing Wooyoung talk to him, she continued on her way, he knew what to do.
While she prepared the bottle in the kitchen, Wooyoung arranged the baby in his arms, laying him down to cuddle him better at the same time that he reached for the remote control.
Y/N's nephew loved music and he had the perfect one in mind to put him to sleep, but he stopped when he saw that the tv was on with Jongho's cover more specifically Don't Go Today.
The baby raised his head to face the tv, clearly familiar with that version and Wooyoung saw him smile before lying back in his arms, practically surrendering to sleep as Jongho's soft voice filled the room.
Wooyoung tried to contain his face of shock as he rocked the baby to sleep, looking at the TV in disbelief.
As soon as Y/N returned to the room with the bottle already warm, her nephew was already sleeping, breathing heavily with his mouth open.
"The Jongho cover? Really?" he spoke quietly, turning to face her as she placed the bottle on top of the couch.
She laughed discreetly, turning her back to Wooyoung, arranging the sofa for her nephew to stay there.
"I had to play hard, I've been trying to get him to sleep for 40 minutes." she explained as she spread out the coverlet.
And when she came back to face Wooyoung, he had a funny face like he wanted to get mad.
"I also have a cover and a very good one by the way, it has 392,000 views." he muttered, pouting.
"Put him on the couch." she laughed softly, pointing to her nephew's seat.
He complained but did so, being careful not to hurt the baby or make him wake up, and covered him with the blanket next.
Y/N took the opportunity to sit on the other end, stretching her legs that made a noise and felt her back hurt, Wooyoung sat next to her, getting in the middle between the baby and her.
Automatically Y/N's head sought Wooyoung's shoulder, leaning against it as he crossed his arms, she didn't even need to look at him to know he still had his pout.
"So your nephew has a bias."
"I think it's too early for that." she laughed softly, closing her eyes with the intention of resting for five minutes.
"Hm, I mean, he always turns his face to look at Yeosang when he appears and now he falls asleep listening to Jongho sing?" he sounded disbelieved. "In a moment you'll tell me he likes other groups too."
She just laughed and Wooyoung knew that sound well.
"What? You're not even going to deny it?"
"You know YouTube suggests other videos of the same genre, I just leave it on."
"Yes, based on what you watch often." he glanced at the tv as another video started. He knew the face that was on tv but not because it was him or the members. "NCT? Have you been listening to NCT?"
He eased the back of the sofa, making Y/N move too and she stared at him.
Wooyoung had an expression of someone who had been…betrayed.
"When you met me, you knew I liked their music." she defended herself and Wooyoung just looked at her, he didn't seem to know what to say.
And actually he didn't, because Y/N was right but seeing Jaehyun's cover playing made him feel a little jealous.
That's why he didn't say anything, he just turned off the tv since he was still holding the remote control.
She laughed tiredly and he left the remote on the couch as he eased back into the couch and Y/N followed him, feeling him wrap his arm around her shoulder.
They were silent for a while, Wooyoung trying to find an argument good enough to win that dispute but he stopped thinking about it when he felt Y/N's body give way and heard her breathing get heavier.
He moved his head enough to see that she was sleeping against him, making him sigh heavily. Now it didn't even matter which cover she listened to or not.
He stayed in that position for a while, making circular movements on her arm and when he realized that she was sleeping as soundly as his nephew, he settled her on the couch and got up, going to the kitchen to make something to eat.
While he was cooking, he thought of a way to make Y/N hear only his voice before going to sleep, after all his pride didn't accept losing to his members.
Jaehyun is fine, but Jongho? No, that was unacceptable. The youngest had an angelic voice, it was true, but he wasn't going to allow his girlfriend and her nephew to sleep listening to Jongho's cover instead of his.
As soon as he finished, he went back to the living room and, being careful not to wake the baby, he approached Y/N and put his hand on her shoulder.
"Y/N, hey." he woke her up, seeing her open her eyes slowly. "Come eat, you must be hungry."
Y/N stretched slowly, looking at her nephew and seeing that he was still sleeping, Wooyoung took the opportunity to hug her and lifted her off the couch when he saw that she was lazy.
She got a kiss on the cheek as she got up and smiled at Wooyoung who hugged her around the waist, the two went to the kitchen, to get the food and go back to the living room.
That done, they sat down on the floor after placing the food on the coffee table in the room, Y/N's stomach rumbled so loudly that Wooyoung laughed, serving her.
She looked at him tenderly as he set the food for her.
"Thanks." she reached over to kiss his cheek. "And thanks for coming today, I know you're tired."
He shook his head, smiling as he handed her the food.
"Although I was betrayed in this house, I still do everything for you." he responded dramatically and Y/N took the food, looking at him in amusement.
"You're such a drama queen." she spoke before starting to eat, closing her eyes for a few seconds to enjoy the taste. "But you cook like nobody else."
"It is good?" he asked curiously and she nodded, eating more.
"Great, but I still feel betrayed." he shrugged and started to eat too.
"Fine, what do you want me to do to change that?" she asked, looking at Wooyoung.
He looked up thoughtfully.
"A kiss." he replied, smiling sideways and she contained her smile.
She reached over to place a quick kiss on his lips, which he'd been waiting for eagerly, and when she pulled away too quickly he complained.
"You call that a kiss?" he asked in disbelief.
"You didn't specify!" she replied and Wooyoung let go of everything he was holding to grab her by the back of her neck and truly kiss her.
His lips captured hers thirstily and she sighed, closing her eyes as she let go of what she held to grip his shoulder.
The kiss was fast and hot, the kind that stole all the air out of her in a matter of seconds.
Y/N squeezed Wooyoung's shoulder to indicate that she needed to breathe and gained a light bite on her bottom lip, making her want more but he pulled away.
She was ready to go back to kissing him but Wooyoung turned his attention back to the food, it was her turn to pout.
"We're not done yet." he winked mischievously and she laughed.
"Well, that definitely woke me up." she stated, making him put a hand over his mouth to stifle the sound of loud laughter.
"But I really have to ask you." he spoke after swallowing the food.
"What?" she looked at him, curious, he had a serious face.
"Does your nephew have a bias?"
"Wooyoung!"
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Quite a fall | Jongho

Jongho x Reader Word count: 2180 Genre: fluff Author: maari Warnings: Reader twists her foot, fake monsters. No proofread because I wrote at midnight. Note: I don't know why but Jongho is wrecking me lately so I was kinda forced to write something with him. This actually happened to me 5 years ago lol but it didn't had a romantic ending. Summary: Who knew taking a historic fall could feel so good?
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Y/N loved her friends and couldn't live without them.
But the moment it was decided that San and Mingi would go with her to fulfill the bet, she began to wonder why she had accepted it.
And why she still called Wooyoung a friend, since the idea of the two most fearful guys in the group would go with her to the haunted mansion in the amusement park they were at was his.
The amusement park was for the whole family until the sun began to set, at night it was taken over by actors dressed as monsters.
But it wasn't just any monsters, it was Egypt themed. And the mummies were more terrifying than the 90s movie.
And what was the bet? The least brave three had lost at Rock Paper Scissors, and would have to enter the haunted mansion. While the others were outside recording.
However, they were one floor below the mansion because they had gone on the Viking boat earlier, which made her practically lose her voice since besides being afraid of monsters and anything involving horror, she was also afraid of heights.
Y/N grabbed San's arm on one side while the other pushed Mingi to go ahead, the three of them stared at the flight of stairs as it got bigger and bigger.
It wasn't just because the mansion was close but because one of the monsters was at the top of the stairs, scaring anyone who passed by.
"Stop being cowards!" Hongjoong yelled, clearly amused that he wasn't chosen.
"Complain again and you go along with us!" Y/N shouted, turning to face him angrily and saw the boys laughing at him, who raised his hands in surrender and stayed quiet.
"You guys know this is a really bad idea, right?" San spoke, cowering next to Y/N, he gripped her hand tightly as she held onto his arm.
"It's Mingi's fault!" she complained and the taller one stopped, looking at her in disbelief.
"How could I guess?" he asked, trying to hide behind Y/N. "Stop pushing me!"
"You're the tallest, you have to go first!" she said, trying to push him back. "And you bet with Wooyoung, it's obvious he was serious."
"I thought he was talking about the roller coaster." he defended himself.
The bet was simple: with the opening of the park, they divided into groups of three and whoever arrived late would have to face one of their fears, as well as pay for snacks. San, Mingi, Y/N, Yeosang, Yunho and Wooyoung arrived late. And it all came down to rock, paper, scissors.
Mingi was confident to compete against Yunho... and ended up losing.
The three went on high rides and paid for everyone's snacks, until Wooyoung remembered that it was the opening night of the mansion and that the three of them would have to go.
And there the three of them were, afraid to go up the stairs.
For Y/N, she had the perfect plan, she would hide behind Mingi and San, since one was taller than her and the other was stronger, very easy, she wouldn't even need to lift her head to look inside the mansion, all she had to do was stick her face in one of their shirts.
She had just forgotten that they were both as scared as she was.
After several long minutes and the rest of the group shouting that they had to go soon before the park closed, which would happen in two hours, they made it to the halfway point of the stairs.
Y/N didn't even remember her plan anymore, somehow she was leading the way, with San clutching her hand and Mingi on her side climbing slower than her. His legs were longer and yet he was behind.
"No!" San complained as she climbed another step, never taking her eyes off the monster.
"I think it's okay to pass." she replied when she saw the monster turn its back to scare a couple passing by. "He's busy."
Suddenly everything looked like a blur.
Y/N made a move to take a step forward while San and Mingi were behind her very fearful, the monster turned and faced the three. For two long seconds they stared at each other without doing anything and then the monster screamed and pretended to go to them, just projecting its body forward.
It was enough for the three of them to scream and try to run down the stairs. Just try.
Because Mingi went ahead, as he was strategically walking up the stairs slowly, San let go of Y/N's hand and in that half second their bodies blocked her field of vision. Y/N tried to go down at the same speed as San and Mingi but she was already late and her foot didn't settle on the step of the stairs.
With the fright and the vision a little blurred for having turned so fast, her strength was lost and she twisted her foot in a clumsy way and she rolled about three steps.
When she realized what had happened, at the exact moment she heard her name being called, she felt an unbearable pain in her ankle.
She took her hand to the place that seemed to be burning and a sob escaped, she didn't even realize she was crying until she noticed that her friends were running to her.
"Are you ok?" San asked worriedly and held his hand out to her.
But Y/N couldn't speak so she just shook her head.
"Y/N, get up." Mingi spoke and she sobbed again.
"I can't." she complained quietly, feeling her ankle go rigid and in her head there was only one thing going on.
That she had broken her foot.
San bent down to face her better and soon the rest of the group surrounded her.
"Y/N, what happened?" Seonghwa asked.
"I think I broke my foot." she replied between sobs and tried to look at the boys but because of the pain, she couldn't see who was in front of her. "And I think I ripped my pants."
A chorus of low chuckles was heard and she almost laughed.
"Yah, this is not the time to be joking." Wooyoung spoke.
"Can you get up?" Hongjoong asked and she even tried to support her injured palms on the floor but her legs were clearly weak from the fright and the fall.
"No." she replied weakly.
"Isn't it good to call some professional who works here and-" Yeosang's voice gradually faded as Jongho knelt beside her
"I'll carry you, okay?" he asked gently and Y/N nodded, wiping her face.
He put his arm around her knees carefully and the other went around her back, as he lifted her off the ground in his arms, Y/N felt her ankle hurt even more but her face burned not only from the pain but because Jongho was too close.
His breath was so close to her face and he carried her as if she were a feather.
If before her heart was racing because of the fright, now she doesn't even remember the monster.
Jongho took her to a concrete part that covered the root of a tree, she sat down and was now at his height.
"Is anyone going to do anything?" he questioned, looking seriously at his friends.
Yunho and Yeosang volunteered and ran in search of someone to help.
"Can you move your foot?" Hongjoong asked and bent down to help Y/N move.
She even tried but the pain was still intense.
"Ouch no, wait a minute." she screwed up her face and he stopped, looking worried.
"You're going to have to go to the hospital." Seonghwa concluded, crossing her arms and Y/N whined.
"Oh come on!' she snorted and now with her face dry, her eyes partially wet, she could face her friends properly.
"If I were you, I wouldn't argue." Wooyoung spoke and Y/N crossed her arms.
"You know how they put the bone back together? It hurts like hell!"
"Yeah, but it's not like you have a choice if you really broke your foot." San replied.
Y/N was going to look at Mingi but Jongho entered her field of vision, taking off the sweatshirt he was wearing and approached her to tie it around her waist.
Y/N kept her arms crossed but stared at Jongho's face in surprise, everyone was silent and he looked at her with raised eyebrows.
"You really ripped your pants." he explained, nodding towards Y/N and she felt her face heat up once more.
She brought her hand to her cheek slowly so as not to show that she was blushing because of it but seeing Wooyoung staring with a raised eyebrow, she knew it wasn't that subtle.
"Oh no!" she complained when she saw Yunho and Yeosang coming back, what really caught her attention was the ambulance coming after the two.
Wooyoung tried to contain his laughter when he saw the vehicle and was slapped by Seonghwa.
Y/N stared at the ambulance in disbelief that this was actually happening to her.
"I'm not going to ride that thing." she spoke softly and thought no one would hear but Jongho turned to her with a defiant face.
"Why the ambulance?" Hongjoong asked his friends.
"It'll be better to take Y/N to the hospital near here" Yunho explained as the paramedics got out of the ambulance.
"Did you know that there is assistance here at the park?" Yeosang asked, excited by the news. "Apparently that has happened a lot here."
"Come on, Y/N." Jongho approached and she looked pleadingly at him.
"Please."
"You don't want to argue with me now, do you?" he asked seriously and she was quiet.
She took a deep breath, giving up.
"Will you need a wheelchair?" one of the paramedics asked.
Y/N widened her eyes. Oh no, that would be too much for her.
"No!" she replied loudly, and threw her arm around Jongho's shoulder.
She had already been through enough humiliation that day.
She heard Jongho laugh softly as he carried her in his arms again and she glared at him, curious to know what he was laughing at but he didn't seem to want to share it now, and walked towards the ambulance without looking like she was making an effort.
He helped her into the vehicle.
"I refuse to lie on this stretcher, I didn't die!" she said when one of the paramedics indicated the gurney. "I'll sit here." she pointed to the upholstery beside her and the paramedic nodded.
"Will someone accompany you in the ambulance?" he asked, looking at the group of friends.
"I go!" Jongho volunteered first and looked at his friends. "I'll walk her into the hospital."
"We'll get the cars and we'll follow." Hongjoong spoke and the two nodded.
Jongho climbed into the ambulance and sat next to Y/N and the paramedic closed the doors, leaving the two alone in the back.
She took a deep breath and saw Jongho staring at her.
"All good?"
"It's all that stupid monster's fault!" She denied with her head. "Who scares people on the stairs?!"
He smiled discreetly.
"Not the smartest thing I've seen anyone do."
Y/N laughed.
"I bet Wooyoung recorded it, didn't he." she spoke and Jongho bit his lip, something that didn't go unnoticed by her.
"It was quite a fall."
Y/N shook her head and laughed, being followed by Jongho.
The scare was over, even if she was still in pain, she had to admit that it must have been a very funny scene that she would laugh about later.
When she had to rest for who knows how many days.
"You know what that means, right? I'm going to have to keep my foot still for days!"
"Hey, think on the bright side." Jongho pushed his shoulder against Y/N's and she glared at him with a raised eyebrow. "You got 8 slaves and if I were you I would charge Mingi even more because he left you behind on purpose."
"I knew it!' she said, slapping a hand on her thigh and reminded herself that his sweatshirt was tucked around her waist, "Aren't you cold?"
"No, I'm fine." he raised his hand in assurance and she smiled appreciatively.
"Thanks for what you did." she said and brought her face closer to kiss Jongho's soft cheek.
However, he turned his face at the same time and their lips ended up touching lightly.
The two stared at each other in surprise and once again that night, her cheeks burned because of him, shyly she looked away to anywhere in the ambulance. But Jongho brought his hand to her cheek and brought her closer, bringing their lips together again in a quick, soft kiss.
When he pulled away, his hand caressed her cheek and pressed their foreheads together.
"You really worried me."
"Well, looks like it was worth it."
just want yeosang to use that deep voice of his as he makes love to witch yn 🤪

[ DEEP LOVE 18+ ] —— yeosang and you spend some time while wooyoung is away.
pairing : dragon!yeosang x witch!f!reader (background poly ateez) genre : dragon au, fantasy / medieval, smut warnings : language, unprotected sex, monster cock!yeosang, pet name (princess)

“how long will wooyoung be gone?” yeosang ask, his body bending over yours as his voice basically caresses your ear. his bare chest presses into your bare back as he bends you over the table you had been attempting to clean since breakfast was over.
“till around noon,” you say as a moan rips through your throat as you feel yeosang’s fingers touching your clit before running through your slowly dripping wet folds.
the black haired dragon hums as his other hand gropes your breast, tweaking your nipple. you let out a breathy moan as you make a sad attempt at arching your back. yeosang presses a loving kiss your scarred shoulder before he trails his kisses up your shoulder, neck, and jaw before he kisses your cheek.
“you gonna let me fuck you then? fuck you right here on this table and leave you full of cum for wooyoung to come home and see?”
you let out a moan at the image of your red haired mate walking through the front door to be greeted with your cum-filled pussy. how wooyoung would probably eat you out before fucking your pussy as yeosang either fucks your mouth or wooyoung.
“a-ah! please fuck me, yeo,” you beg as you rub your ass against his hard cock. the length alone sliding against your ass is enough to make you shiver in excitement.
yeosang let’s out a chuckle, “such a needy princess, aren’t you?” he teases before lining his cock up with your entrance and then slowly pushing inside.
“o-oh, f-fuck! sangie, yeosang! hmm,” you whine out feeling the fullness of yeosang’s cock inside you. the dragon pins you down to the table as his holds your hips in a tight grip. he waits a moment before he begins thrusting into you at a pounding pace that has the whole table shaking.
the small cottage is filled with the sounds of your moans and his grunts and words as he calling you his “dirty princess” and asks “are you going to hold my cum until woo gets home?” “you going to let him eat it out of you while i fuck him?”
“y-yes! yes, yeo— fuck, yeosang! please fill me up! please cum in me, your cock just feels so good,” you cry out feel his cock stretching out your tight walls as you desperately try to clench around him. “fuck so big,” you add as you feel your eyes start to roll in the back of your head as you grow closer to climax.
“fuck, princess, are you growing closer to coming? you gonna come?” he asks, his breath ghosting over the shell of your ear and you clench as how deep his voice is in the moment. you can tell he’s probably also growing closer with how his hips stutter and rhythm getting thrown off a little bit.
“yeo, can i come? will you come with me?” you ask as you feel his hand making contact with your clit once more as he vigorously makes tight circles on your bud.
“o-of course you can, y/n, let go whenever you want,” he says as he kisses his mate mark that rest next to wooyoung’s. you remember how wooyoung was a little grumpy about yeosang marking you right next his own, but hopefully got over it.
you do finally come when you feel yeosang bite down on his mark. you let out a loud moan as you clench hard around the dragon’s cock as he finally comes as well.
you let out a small groan as yeosang rests on top of you for a few moments before you start to worry about the two much access weight on the wooden table. “yeo…” you mumble catching his attention as he sits up. you can’t help the series of whines that leave your lips as your mate pulls out of you.
yeosang let’s out a laugh before he’s turning you over on your back and adjusting you further on the table. “make sure you look pretty for wooyoung. you know how much he loves eating this pussy, princess.”
“especially since it’s filled with sangie’s cum,” a new voice says and you looked through fuck-dazed eyes as wooyoung appears next to yeosang. you can’t help but clench at the sight of the two dragons looming over you and you know you are all in for whatever is about to happen the rest of the day.

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It's raining.
Summary: San wants Wooyoung’s attention and you make sure that he gets it, and then you decide to watch.
Word count: 2.2k+
Genre: Smut
Pairing: OT8 x neutral!reader, Wooyoung x San (poly relationship)
Warnings: sub!san, dom!woo, shower sex, unprotected sex, use of kitten and master, slight degradation and humiliation, M x M, male penetration, anal sex, masturbation, voyeurism, cum, cumming untouched (let me know if I missed something) be careful while reading.
Notes: uhmmm yeah ive noticed that I don’t have any WooSan comtent on here so I decided to change that. Have fun reading haha
Taglist: under the cut (let me know if you wanna be added)
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“Y/n!” You heard your name called right as you finished cleaning the kitchen. It was San’s voice, and it was his pouty one. You smiled softly as an image of pouty San appeared in your head. And unsurprisingly, when you found him in the living room, he looked just like you had imagined.
His arms were crossed and his legs were spread apart while he barely sat on the couch anymore. He had slid so deep that his chin was laying on his chest, which perfectly underlined his pouty lips. He was adorable.
“What’s wrong little one?” You asked as you sat down next to him. Before answering, he turned towards you and pulled himself back up.
“Y/n…” He whined. “Wooyoung hasn’t given me any attention today.”
You couldn’t help but chuckle a bit. He was getting so worked up just because he didn’t receive enough love, for his standards, from a single person. But Wooyoung and San’s relationship has always been special and you knew that.
“Baby.. if he doesn’t give you enough attention, you need to tell him! He can’t read your mind.” You tried to comfort him a bit by gently patting his head. Without any hesitation San pressed his head into your hand and let out a satisfied sigh. Like a kitten.
“Okay Sannie, get up. We’re gonna find Wooyoung and tell him to give you attention alright?” You said while standing up, not really accepting no as an answer. San nodded slowly and sloppily removed himself from the couch. You chuckled again.
You held out your hand, which he immediately took, and walked him to Wooyoung’s room. But to his disappointment, Wooyoung wasn’t there. Only Yeosang looked up from his laptop, confused.
“Can I help you?” He asked, a loving smile on his face. The picture of you and San holding hands made his heart grow warm.
“Where is Wooyoung?” You responded, sending him a small kiss. Yeosang received it with a dramatic gesture, holding his chest as if he was shot before he answered.
“Oh Wooyoungie is in the bathroom, I think he wanted to take a shower.” You quickly thanked him before leading San to the bathroom. You had an amazing idea. Right before the bathroom door, you stopped.
“Knock on the door honey.” You told San and his cheeks immediately turned red.
“But- but what if he’s naked?” San asked, his mind obviously going places. You laughed a bit. As if San had ever cared about nakedness. “You’ll have to find out.” You giggled and knocked for him.
“Come in, the door is open!” Wooyoung’s voice sounded out of the room in response. You opened the door and gently pushed San forward.
You entered a steamy room. Wooyoung always liked his showers hot. And before you could say anything, Wooyoung had pushed open one of the shower doors and popped his head out. As he realized it was you and San, he was confused.
“What’s wrong?” Wooyoung asked, sounding a bit worried. San just blushed and watched his feet. You gave him a little nudge. “Wasn’t there something you wanted to tell him, Sannie?”
Curiosity lit up in Wooyoung’s eyes and San was stepping from one foot to the other.
“Uhm I- I want-“ San stuttered “I need your attention.” He was nearly whispering as he finished his sentence, but Wooyoung heard him loud and clear. His eyes darkened immediately and he shot you a small glance to make sure you were okay with what was about to happen. Oh and you definitely were. You nodded.
“You need my attention Sannie? Then get rid of those clothes and get it.” Wooyoung smirked as San flinched at his tone but instantly started undressing. You smiled. This is gonna be a nice show you thought while closing the toilet lit and settling down on it. Your premium seat gave you a clear view of the shower and even through the foggy glass you could perfectly see the outlines of Wooyoung’s naked body.
You had purposely left the door open to make sure everyone knew what was going on.
You watched San as he got rid of his last piece of clothing and stepped towards the shower. As cute as he liked to act there was no denial of how hot he was and he knew that very well. There was nothing that Yunho loved more than wrapping his big hands around San’s small waist while.. you know during what. Every member had their favourite part about San and if you had to choose it would be his broad shoulders.
His muscles were moving under his skin while he opened the shower door to get in. You were mesmerised by his movements. San was about to close the door behind him but Wooyoung interrupted him.
“Leave it open. I’m sure Y/n wants to watch.”
Wooyoung had moved to the back part of the shower, leaving enough room so San could get himself wet. Having a big shower definitely had its advantages.
But right when it looked like just a normal shower, Wooyoung took the body wash and squeezed a good amount into his hands before starting to gently massage San’s back. You watched as San flinched under the sudden touch but soon relaxed into Wooyoung’s hands.
A familiar tingle appeared in your belly as you followed Wooyoung’s hands with your eyes. He had started at San’s back before moving on to his shoulders and arms making sure every centimeter of his skin was covered in a thin layer of gel. Then he let his hands glide down San’s sides and stepped a bit closer to caress his chest and stomach. Their body’s were close, so close it looked like Wooyoung was pressed against San’s back while his hands were slowly wandering lower and lower.
You smirked as you heard a well known little moan.
Wooyoung had reached San’s crotch and began to stroke his dick gently. San had been hard from the moment he stepped into that shower. They had shut off the water before using body wash so you could clearly hear every little sound.
“Is this what you wanted, kitten?” Wooyoung asked, chuckling as San just nodded furiously. He loved that nickname. But that’s what he was to all of you, a little kitten.
San’s pathetic little moans from being jerked off echoed through the bathroom. Fuck this is too hot you thought as you felt arousment building up in your stomach. And you weren’t talking about the temperature in the room, which was also quite high.
Wooyoung was completely pressed against San by now, obviously rock hard as well. San could feel his boyfriend’s length press against his back and it made him go crazy. Wooyoung’s touch made him shiver, again and again, as he felt pre-cum dripping out of his own dick.
“Do you want me to fuck you kitten? Is this the attention you need? If that’s the case, just say so~” Wooyoung teased San, letting one of his hands move to San’s butt while the other still gently jerked him off.
You were in awe. You loved watching your boyfriend’s fuck each other. They were so ethereal and yet so pathetic, doing everything for the pleasure that they were getting. San send you an unsure gaze.
“Can he?” San was breathing heavily. You smiled. He was such a good boy. Even asking for permission in this situation. You nodded.
“If that’s what you want, then feel free.” You answered calmly, even though you were burning inside. You wanted someone to stuff you with a dick or have someone sit in front of you eagerly waiting to satisfy you. Anything was fine. And you could’ve just asked one of them to come and help you out. But you decided to wait. Something about watching them without getting off yourself made you incredibly horny.
Wooyoung didn’t hesitate a single second after he got your permission to fuck San. He had taken some of the lube that was standing in the shower for obvious reasons and started to carefully prep San.
And San was shaking under his touch. He let out a deep groan as Wooyoung pushed a second finger into his entrance, slowly stretching him.
“Enough…” San moaned. “Fuck me already.”
Wooyoung smirked. “Oh eager, are we?” But he didn’t need to ask twice. Wooyoung pulled his fingers out, making San complain about the emptiness, and turned on the water slightly to wash off the remaining body wash. After washing his hands under the light stream he lubricated his dick and positioned it at San’s entrance.
San immediately reacted by bending over slightly and holding on to anything he could find. You couldn’t help but let out a big breath at the overwhelmingly exciting position they were in.
Wooyoung then let one of his hands wander around San’s waist to his front, gently grabbing his dick, and the other sank into San’s hair before he slowly pushed his hip forward. As his dick disappeared in San’s clenching hole, he let out a relieved sigh. Not only San had been waiting for this all day.
You sharply inhaled as your hand moved towards your crotch, eager to touch yourself, knowing that it would make them go even crazy. But you stopped yourself.
Seeing you glance at them with burning passion in your eyes, barely able to control yourself, made San even hornier. His dick was already dripping when Wooyoung finally started to move.
“You’re such a dirty little kitten for me Sannie. All worked up just for my dick.” Wooyoung growled while picking up the pace. San was clenching around him, making it hard not to cum right then and there. Wooyoung was glad they had a non-slip mat in their shower because otherwise he wouldn’t be able to pound his pulsing cock into San’s little hole this steady.
“I am..” San answered, his eyes rolled back, nearly drooling. “I am just a little attention whore.” He moaned loudly. He was deep deep in subspace. You had to suppress a chuckle. You knew he would regret this later. He always felt like nobody would take him seriously after stuff like that, but in the end he couldn’t help it. And he would get back at the others when he was in dom mode anyway.
Wooyoung’s moans got louder as he felt himself getting closer to his high. He started jerking San off in the same rhythm as he was thrusting into him to make sure he wouldn’t be the first one to cum.
And it worked. San was a panting mess. The double stimulation had overtaken all of his senses and all he managed to do was whine and moan Wooyoung’s name.
“Please make me cum.. please master..” As soon as that little word slipped out of San’s mouth it was over for him. Wooyoung groaned deeply as he got faster and faster. At that point he was just mindlessly fucking San, chasing after his own orgasm.
“Can I.. ca-“ San interrupted himself as he turned his head to you. Something inside of you changed as you memorized every single feature of his fucked out face.
“Can I c-cum?” He then managed to say, begging you with his eyes to say yes. You immediately felt pressured building up in your stomach and electricity running through your veins. Fuck why is he so good.
"Yes, of course. Both of you can.” You responded, holding down the lewd sounds that wanted to come out of your mouth.
After getting your consent, San’s eyes rolled back and his back arched as white liquid shot out of his tip. His whole body was twitching as he painted the shower wall white. The pleasure that was washing over him was immense and he immediately started clenching around the throbbing dick in his ass.
Wooyoung began letting out high pitched moans, replacing his relatively calm self from before. He let go of San’s dick and hair and held him by his waist, making it easier to reach the places he wanted to reach. San was shaking under him because of the overstimulation but Wooyoung didn’t care. He needed to cum.
Your body was moving on its own, grinding on your seat, trying to get every bit of pleasure possibly. And then something happened to you. Your body started shaking, tensing up while this familiar feeling was washing over you. You held onto the counter on your right as your high finally wore off. You had cum, untouched.
Wooyoung glanced over to you for one second and it was over for him. The way you were sitting on the toilet, legs pressed together, completely fucked without even having been touched sent an impulse through his body. He pushed himself into San one last time before filling him up to the brim. His cum was leaking out of San’s hole before he gently pulled out.
San immediately collapsed under him. “Are you happy now?” Wooyoung asked, still panting. San nodded weakly. After collecting yourself from what just happened you immediately got up to help them get cleaned up.
After making sure they were all clean, you lovingly pet their heads. “You put on an amazing show for me, such good boys.” You smiled, giving them each a kiss on the forehead.
Just as you were wrapping them up in big towels, Yeosang walked into the bathroom.
“Need any help?” He giggled as he recognised the state Wooyoung and San were in. “I’ll make sure they get enough rest.”
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random mingi thoughts
𝐰𝐚𝐫𝐧𝐢𝐧𝐠: mdni, mingixfem!reader, unprotected sex, pet names (princess, love, etc.), oral (m & f receiving), soft sex, mingi (yes he needs his own warning), soft!dom mingi, mentions of size difference, body worship, mingi’s pussy drunk frfr
mingi liked when you came home all tired and worn out. you’d be so exhausted, you couldn’t move past the couch. as soon as you came in the door, you’d plop down onto the sofa with your face stuffed in a heap of pillows. he found this adorable.
mingi would always squeeze next to you, even if the couch was small. he ignored the size difference between you two and would cuddle up behind you, wrapping his big arms around you and resting the back of your head onto his chest. he absolutely loved you and wanted to take care of you whenever he could. he was best at that.
“mingi…” you whined into the pillow, feeling his hands rub small circles into your waist.
“yes, love?” his head perked up behind you.
“can you touch me…? please.” you wrap your arms around the pillow, locking it in your grasp securely. mingi didn’t say anything and slowly pulled down your bottoms, along with your underwear and moving from behind you.
he turned you around so your legs were hanging off of the couch before he knelt down, lifting and resting them on his shoulders. he spread your legs gently and almost immediately dove in, attacking your clit with his lips.
you gripped the pillow next to you with one hand, the other pulling his hair as you moaned loudly. due to not being intimate with him for a long time, you were definitely sensitive.
his hands gripped your thighs as he ate you out. it almost felt like he was making out with your pussy. you reached down and grabbed a handful of his hand with both of your hands, arching your back and moaning loudly. he brought his own hand up and started prodding at your entrance with his middle and ring finger, playing with it for a moment then pushing them inside.
he curled his fingers, rubbing around the sensitive spongey patch at the top and even rubbing directly on it to overstimulate you. he groaned quietly against you, sending slight vibrations through your body.
and then the knot inside of your stomach came undone. you tried to close your legs due to the power of your orgasm but he held them open, licking up the juices that splashed onto his face. you collapsed onto the sofa afterward, breathing heavily with beads of sweat rolling down your forehead.
“baby, can i be inside you? please.” mingi sounded as if he was begging. you nodded and be picked you up and off the couch, taking you to your shared bedroom and laying you onto the bed gently.
he wrestled with the waistband of his sweats. you sat up and pushed his hands away, doing him a favor and untying the knot on them. you pulled his sweatpants and boxers down, his erection springing in your face.
you grabbed ahold of him, looking up at him as you licked his tip. he sucked his entire bottom lip into his mouth as he groaned, resting a hand on the back of your head. one thing you liked was how he never pulled your hair, nor did he force his cock inside of your mouth. he let you ease your way onto him.
you finally pushed his entire cock into your mouth, causing mingi to place his other hand onto your head. his hips stuttered a bit as you began bobbing your head, giggling because of the noises he made.
“princess…” he hit you with the pet name. you smiled around him and bobbed your head faster, which caused him to groan louder.
he pulled his hips away, his cock falling out of your mouth with a pop! sound. you lay down on your back and he gets in between your legs, passionately kissing you as his tip poked your clit. you brought your hand down and grabbed his cock, rubbing it up and down your entrance while grinding your hips onto him.
he hummed against your mouth and pushed himself inside of you. mingi placed his arm next to your head, resting on his forearm as he gently stroked your hair. he loved how your face scrunched up whenever he went inside. as for you, you loved how easily he filled you up, how gently he’d move inside of you, and how easily he went in and out.
he groans softly and shoved his face in the crook of your neck, pushing and pulling his hips, his cock going in and out smoothly because of how wet you were. you wrapped your arms around him and held him close.
“m-mingi…” you moaned softly. he kissed your cheek and continued to stroke your hair as he moved in and out.
“let me feel you baby…” he huffed, soon resting his forehead against the sheets as he moved his hips faster. he was so lost in the feeling of your warmth that the noises you made weren’t registering to him immediately. he felt like he was melting inside of you and it felt great.
“i wanna make you feel good, princess.”
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.