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Does Your Nephew Have A Bias? | Wooyoung

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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Does Your Nephew Have A Bias? | Wooyoung

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

This Night Together - Chapter Five (j.yh + S.mg)

chapter five: not so easy to ignore

chapter summary: things at the studio turn out just about as bad as expected, but wooyoung takes you under his wing and introduces you to some new friends.

warnings: references to a/b/o dynamics such as heat and knotting and designations, alcohol/drinking, angst, sad vibes, but also good vibes?, reference to work place sexual harassment but not like you think

notes: thank you all so much for your kind feedback on this fic. i'm having an absolute blast writing it, and i'm so thankful for all the people giving it a try even tho this genre isn't their thing! that means a lot. this is the last chapter i have written in full, so chapter six may take a little extra time. i'm about to hit a few insane weeks of work, so i'll do my best but please be patient with me. there's a lot more chapters to come though, i promise.....

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

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

word count: 6.9K

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As it turns out, you can’t just go back to being friends. When you wake in the morning you still feel sick, and your first thought is to wonder if Yunho does too. Maybe Mingi feels the same, but was better at hiding it. Maybe you’ll get to the studio and they’ll take you in their arms like a movie and kiss the breath out of you and hold you close and tell you they should have never, ever driven you home. But you doubt it. 

You’ve been in love before, and you’ve had crushes before that. You’re no stranger to getting tangled up in emotional webs, it’s just usually not with people you work with and it’s usually so much easier to walk away. Or run, as you’re used to doing. This body, this designation, this biology, it makes everything always feel so confusing and artificial. Do you want them or does your omega? Do you need them or is it just the after effects of heat? 

It’s a lot easier when you lie to yourself. 

You’ve been dealing with this biology all your life. That’s all this is, and after a little time and a little distance, your body will catch up to your mind and stop feeling this way about them. 

You take those aching feelings and lock them away tightly and then you get up. You shower, you take a deep breath, and then you buy yourself the fanciest coffee you can think of despite the absolute lack of funds in your checking account. This momentary serotonin will be worth the overdraft fee if that’s where it puts you, you need this. 

By the time you get to the studio, you’re pretty confident that you’re over them, convincing yourself that it was just fun, good sex. Great sex, even, but still just sex. 

But the minute you see Mingi every stitch of the resolve you knit for yourself unravels, and he looks surprised to see you even though it was part of the plan that you’d return today. He leaves the room before you can even open your mouth and try to say something innocuous and you know right then and there you were right all along. It was never going to be that simple. 

Yunho blushes when he sees you, his ears turning a dark shade of pink and for a second he trips over his words addressing the wider group. 

Mingi avoids your touch when you cross his path at lunch, offering you just a quick hello and then he’s gone again. 

Instead of searching for their eyes, you start to get really comfortable with the wood grain of the floor and do your best just to focus on yourself. You’re working on something new, and a week ago you would have stayed late to fine tune your understanding of the choreography with Mingi while he waited on Yunho to wrap up in the back office, but you know those days are gone. 

When practice ends they disappear, and you’re left to pack up by yourself. You give it a few minutes, thinking maybe when the rest of the crew trickles out maybe they’ll come to you, but they don’t. So much for being adults about this. You blink back hazy tears as you pull on your jacket, focused on packing up as fast as you can now just to get the hell out of this room. 

You don’t even hear him coming up behind you. 

“Come on,” Wooyoung says with a roll of his eyes, “we’re going for drinks.”

“I really should get home,” You glance over at him as you finish packing up your bag. 

“I’m buying,” Wooyoung counters, “so you really have no excuse.” 

What you really want is to go home and bury yourself under the covers for the foreseeable future. Every awkward second glance with Yunho was making you want to curl into a ball and every moment Mingi spent pretending he barely knew you made you want to go home and cry. An entire day filled with almost sentences and troublesome glances and all you can tell yourself is that you knew it, you were right all along. 

You don’t answer Wooyoung, and instead you just can’t help yourself, you look behind you towards the back office, but neither of the men you want to see are there. 

“Are you really so afraid of making friends you’re turning down free drinks?” Wooyoung prods your side, “That’s really fucking lame of you,” 

“Wooyoung,” You sigh, your head dropping back. 

“It’s fine,” He says, his voice lilting up in a sing-song, “I thought you were cool,” 

Your jaw tightens. 

“And I’m not usually wrong,” He goes on, “but it’s fine, I’m man enough to admit when I’m wrong, and you, y/n, are lame.” 

“Fine!” You snap up and meet his eyes, “Fine, I’ll come, but just one drink.” 

“Excellent,” He smiles, and you’re starting to get the sense that Wooyoung doesn’t really take no for an answer ever. 

“One drink,” You repeat. 

“Yeah,” He shrugs off, “come on, get your stuff, we’re meeting San at 1987.” 

“Where?” 

“Bar,” He brushes off your question without really answering, “let’s go,” 

Wooyoung turns on his heel without a second thought, and he’s off. You have to jog to keep up with him to get out of the building, and he’s mostly quiet until you hit the evening street outside. He slows to a casual pace and turns his head to you when he says, “You like San, right?” 

The question catches you off guard, “Of course,”

Wooyoung smiles, “He’s definitely all business at work, most of the time, but don’t worry.” 

“Why would I worry?” Your brow furrows, every interaction you’ve had with San so far has been perfectly pleasant, albeit professional.

“I just mean he’s fun,” Wooyoung corrects himself, “he’s just really serious about the work,” 

“You’re all kind of like that,” You point out, “mostly,” 

“Right,” Wooyoung nods, winding his way through an alley and you divert off the main street to follow him as he leads you through the back way to their regular spot. 

“He takes training really seriously,” You offer, “but I think that’s good. We could all hurt ourselves if we weren’t following his plans,” 

Wooyoung grins, “Oh, he’s going to like the sound of that.” 

“Yeah?” 

“Mhm,” Wooyoung lays a hand softly between your shoulder blades to direct you through a small crowd, “follow that up with how handsome he is and you’ll get special treatment forever.” 

You laugh sharply, “Noted.” 

He points ahead, “Just up there,” 

At the far end of the alley is a hanging neon sign, the ‘7’ in ‘1987’ flickering intermittently. It’s not as flashy as some of the other bars or restaurants along the street you’re walking, but that looks to be part of the charm. As you make your way up to the door and inside, Wooyoung is quick to greet a few people on the sidewalk, throw a wave to the bartender, and he throws around names and details to you faster than you can pick up on them. 

San waits at a table in the far corner, two light, wheat beers already waiting on the table. When he glances up from his phone and sees you both his eyes widen but he smiles pleasantly. 

“Hey!” He smiles, standing and pulling a chair out for you, “I didn’t realize you were coming, I would have ordered you something,” 

“I’m not crashing plans, am I? Woo didn’t say,” You glance between them. 

“Not at all,” San shakes his head, gesturing for you to sit, “you’re more than welcome. Seonghwa should be coming too at some point,” 

“Oh,” Your stomach does a little nervous flip flop. 

“Chill,” Wooyoung interrupts your thoughts immediately, “have a drink, make some friends.” 

You smile, taking your seat and letting San push it in for you so you’re settled at the table before he returns to his own place, gesturing for the server’s attention, “What’s your drink?” he asks you. 

“Whatever you’re having is good,” You make it simple. 

San smiles and points to their glasses before holding up a finger and silently communicating to the server that they need one more. He’s more relaxed than you’ve ever seen him, now outside of work full of easy, confident energy. 

“Well,” Wooyoung smiles and takes a long sip of his drink, “this is nice,” 

“Yeah,” You’re not entirely sure what you’re doing here, but you might as well go with it, “thanks for letting me tag along,” 

“Mm,” San’s eyes are trained on the serving staff but he nods, and then stands as your server approaches, meeting them halfway and taking the beer, thanking them profusely for running it out so quickly. When he returns to the table he presents your drink with ease, “There we go,” 

“Thank you,” You nod, accepting the cold glass, and now that it’s in your hand you’re grateful to have the drink after the day you’ve had. 

The sip is calming, cool and crisp, and you sigh as you swallow, not realizing the way you’re being watched by both men. 

Wooyoung’s words nearly knock you sideways, and a tiny piece of you is grateful he waited until you finished sipping your drink, “So, how was your heat?” 

You cough anyways though, just the idea that someone would say it so brazenly, and in public, “What?” 

“Youngie,” San slaps him with the back of his hand, “you can’t ask her that,” 

Wooyoung ignores him, leaning forwards with his elbows on the table now, “The perfume isn’t helping as much as you think,” he says and you blanch, “and I’ve never seen Yunho stare at someone for so long in my life, so,” 

He barely met your eyes all day, and your head snaps up, “He was staring?” 

His mouth quirks up on one side and San swivels his head towards you. Wooyoung nods, “Like a puppy,”

“Fuck,” You breathe. 

Both their eyebrows raise. 

“Sorry, sorry,” You lean back in your chair, hiding your face in your hands. So much for a convenient story about them having the flu. 

“You can curse,” Wooyoung laughs, “I just didn’t expect you to admit it that fast, I thought I’d have to pry it out of you.”

“Oh, this is so bad,” You groan. 

“Why bad?” San asks, “Yunho’s nice,” 

You sigh, still hiding your face.

“He’s easily one of the best guys I know,” San continues, “and there’s nothing that says we can’t date within the company, we’re not idols,” 

“Oh god,” You groan again. 

“Is it so bad he has a crush on you?” San asks. 

Wooyoung breaks into hysterics and your hands fall away, a blank, open expression on San’s face as he tries to pick up on the joke. You wince, shaking your head, “It’s worse than that,” 

“Worse,” San repeats, still slow on the uptake. 

“Woo,” You find his eyes with yours, “please don’t make me say it.” 

He sobers quickly, and takes a swig of his beer, “Right,” he faces San, “Yunho had the flu, but it wasn’t really the flu. They were heat partners.” 

“Oh,” San says, “oh,” 

“Exactly,” You sigh. 

There’s a beat and then San’s brow screws up in confusion, “Didn’t Mingi have the flu too?” 

Heat tints your cheeks pink instantaneously and you look down at your glass, suddenly focused on the tiny bursting bubbles at the top of your beer. You brace yourself for their reaction. 

“Holy shit,” Wooyoung breathes, “y/n, you’re a god,” 

“What?” Your head snaps up. 

“Both of them?” Wooyoung shakes his head, “Tell me everything,” 

“You don’t have to do that,” San interrupts him again, smacking the back of his arm, “he’s needlessly curious, but you know, you don’t have to share if you don’t,”

The words flood out of you, a small piece of you thankful that you don’t have to hold this whole thing inside yourself forever, “I went into heat at the studio,” 

“What?” Wooyoung’s face softens, and you know that he understands just what that means. The anxiety, the fear, all of it. 

“This is embarrassing,” You sigh. 

“Then you don’t have to,” San tries again, wanting badly to save you from any further humiliation or pressure. 

You ignore him and hold Wooyoung’s eyes, “Friends, right?” 

He nods. 

You swallow hard and then take the leap, “I can’t afford my suppressants right now,” you start and his eyes soften more, “I thought I had rationed them right, but after the recording it hit me like a truck.” 

“I knew you seemed off,” Wooyoung says softly, “then what?” 

“Mingi found me in the locker room, and then he got Yunho, and they made sure I got out of there okay,” You lean back, crossing your arms and biting the inside of your lip. 

“Sharing your heat was unplanned?” Wooyoung clarifies. 

“Yes,” 

“And it was,” He searches for the right words, “I mean… were they okay? Everything was okay?” 

You know what he’s asking without asking, and you nod, “Completely, it was more than okay, they were…”

“They’re both good guys,” San says, “it’s good they were there.” 

“Yeah,” You breathe, before snapping yourself out of own head and reaching for your beer again, “anyways, yes, so they took me back to their place and now it’s four, five days later and everything’s so fucking awkward,” 

“Hmm,” Wooyoung murmurs, “and it was good?” 

You nod, lips pressed tight together in a line. 

“Oh, it was too good,” Wooyoung grimaces, “yikes.” 

“Right,” You sigh, “and Yunho and Mingi both made it pretty clear that this was a one-time casual sex thing, which is fine, but also you know how heat goes. Everything is all jumbled up now,” 

“Mm,” Wooyoung nods, and then his eyes shift to above your head and he grins, “Hwa, right here!”

Park Seonghwa appears a moment later, a warm smile on his angular face and he pushes a lock of dark black hair behind his ear as he finds an open seat and slides into the table, “Hey,” he greets, and then turns to you, “hi, y/n, nice to see you outside the studio,” 

“You too,” You smile. 

San once again repeats his process for getting Seonghwa a drink, and your stomach tightens as you think about what Wooyoung might say in front of this man you barely know. 

“It looks like I interrupted something,” Seonghwa says a few moments later when everything is still quiet and hanging still. 

Wooyoung doesn’t say it, he just holds your gaze intently and raises an eyebrow as if to say - Can I? 

You sigh, catching Seonghwa off guard, and then you nod. 

“y/n just got back from heat leave,” Wooyoung turns to Seonghwa to explain, “with Yunho and Mingi.” 

You expect a sheepish or embarrassed reaction, someone quick to divert the conversation away from sex, but it turns out you don’t know Seonghwa as well as you thought. He merely makes a noise of acknowledgement and glances to you, “How messy are things, then? They were both being weird today,” 

“I don’t know,” You answer honestly with a sigh. 

“They said they wanted it to be a one-time thing,” Wooyoung says, “but is the problem that you like them? Or one of them?” 

“I can see that,” Seonghwa smiles, “Yunho kind of oozes perfect boyfriend,” 

“It’s not that,” You shake your head, words bubbling up as you try to make sense of it, “it probably shouldn’t have happened at all, and I’m new, I don’t want to make anything weird or uncomfortable, but we spent like four days together… it was intense, and now I just feel like I can’t not think about it when I look at them,” 

“Intense, good?” Wooyoung quirks a brow, nudging you under the table. 

“Woo,” You sigh, “I’ve never felt like that,” 

“What do you mean?” He asks softly, the two alphas at the table going silent to watch you both. 

“I don’t know what it is about them,” You confess, “but the entire time all they did was make sure I was okay, they were so tender and kind, and when I left I just wanted to go back.”

“Oh,” Wooyoung murmurs, “you’ve got it bad,” 

“My hormones are just out of whack,” You shake your head, “you know what it’s like. Have an alpha tell you they want to give you pups enough times and your brain short circuits,” 

Seonghwa shifts in his seat and San clears his throat, but Wooyoung just laughs. 

“Anyways, yes,” You take another sip of your drink, “I spent my heat with them, had the best sex of my life, and now I’m sitting here with a stomach ache because I don’t know where they are right now. I feel like the universe is playing a trick on me,” 

“Wait,” Wooyoung starts to say, but you’re on a roll now, the single beer hitting just a little harder than it should have. 

“Working here, with all of you, was my dream. I just think it’s funny that I haven’t even been here for three months and I’ve already managed to fuck it up, because now everytime I look at Yunho all I can hear is me begging him to claim me, which is insanity, pure and complete insanity,” 

“Wait,” Wooyoung repeats again, hands up and out trying to get you to slow down, “I thought it was casual heat sex,” 

“It was,” You resurface from your own panicked rambling and realize just how shocked the table looks, “what?” 

“You asked Yunho to bite you?” Wooyoung asks, and when you nod he says, “and right now, how do you feel?” 

“Fine,” You knee-jerk answer, “but, a little anxious I guess?” 

“I don’t know how to explain this,” He says, looking to the two alphas for help who both shake their heads. 

“Why do I feel like I’m missing something?” You glance between them. 

“Okay,” Wooyoung claps his hands together, “listen, I have never asked Sannie to give me pups. I have never asked him to bite me, and I have never, ever, gotten all dizzy and sick when he’s not around.” 

“Hey,” San grumbles, “I think she gets it,” 

“I don’t,” You manage. 

“What you had is a lot more than heat sex,” Wooyoung finally settles on, and your stomach drops. 

“Woo,” You shake your head again, “no,” 

“I’m serious!” He insists, “How else do you explain it,” 

“You’re so dramatic,” You roll your eyes and reach for your drink, but find the glass empty, “it was good, really good, but that’s all it was.” 

“He’s not wrong,” Seonghwa interrupts, his deep voice still calm and easy, “sometimes connections are just stronger. Scents match better, you know, everything just clicks. It doesn’t mean Yunho’s your soulmate, but if the pull is there, then there’s something there.” 

You ignore the pull and flash him a weak smile, “Not for them.” 

“Them,” Seonghwa corrects, “both of them?” 

“I know,” You bury your head in your hands again. 

“y/n,” San’s hand lays softly on your forearm, “no matter what happened, Yunho and Mingi are both still the guys from a few days ago. They’re still good men who care about you, even if that’s just as a member of the crew or a friend.” 

“Can I ask a question?” Seonghwa interrupts. 

“Sure,” You sigh, lifting your eyes to his. 

“How do you know they don’t want you too?” 

The question makes you feel awful, and you catch Wooyoung’s sympathetic look in your peripheral vision and nearly lose your composure, but the truth of it is simple. You clear your throat softly and straighten up, “They said so,” 

“Oh,” He nods. 

“And I’m not even sure I want them,” You tack on, “I don’t even really know them,” 

Silence stretches at the table, and San’s eyes flick from yours to Seonghwa.

“Then let’s get another drink,” Seonghwa finally says, “let’s get your mind off it, and let’s have a good night. I know things are awkward at the studio, but don’t let them be. Just focus on the work and yourself and make some friends, and this whole thing will just be a funny story,” 

You nod and sigh, “Okay,” 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung offers, “a month from now no one’s going to remember,” 

It’s around the third bar when someone brings it up again. You’re several more drinks deep, learning so much about the group dynamics that you can’t get while inside the studio walls. Wooyoung is quick to peel back all the layers for you now that you’re actually out with them and not just pushing it off a little longer for the sake of your wallet. 

Leaning across the expanse of the table Seonghwa gets your attention with a drunken tap on your arm and his eyes narrow, “What’s this about you not being able to afford your suppressants?” 

“What?” For a second his words don’t compute. 

“Your meds, your suppressants,” He gestures, a little beer tipping over the edge of his glass, “why aren’t you on them?” 

“I will be soon,” You lean in closer to hear each other over the music, “insurance window,” 

“Ah,” He nods, “so what’s your plan next time?” 

“Next time?” You turn your head so that his mouth is closer to your ear. 

“Next heat,” He clarifies, a little slur in his speech, “while you’re onboarding,” 

Your eyebrows shoot up at his words, “I don’t really know, I guess,” 

“Mm,” He nods. 

“Why?” You scoot your chair closer. 

“I’m assuming you don’t want to,” His voice gets swallowed up by Wooyoung shouting something over the music and you shake your head. 

“What?” You squint, shifting closer, bracing your hand on the table by his glass to steady yourself. 

“Go back to Yunho and Mingi!” He all but shouts, “I’m assuming you don’t want to do that,” 

“Fuck no,” You groan, “I’d rather take care of it myself than deal with feeling like this,” 

“What about me?” He says and you laugh, but you don’t really know why. He clears his throat and shakes his head, sobering himself just a little, “Seriously,” 

“What about you, what?” 

He rolls his eyes, “Help with heat, I help Woo, San and I both do,” 

“Oh,” 

“Only if you need a hand,” He smiles, round eyes shining and kind, “or you know, a knot in this case,” 

You clap a hand over your mouth and can’t help but fall apart into giggles, “You’re serious,” 

He quirks his eyebrow at you, dropping his drink back onto the table so he can draw an X over his chest with two fingers, crossing his heart. 

“What are you doing over there?” Wooyoung interrupts and your head snaps to the side, “Making a blood pact? You’re both trashed,” 

“I am not trashed,” You insist, even though you can feel yourself slipping off the chair you’re on inch by inch. 

“You’re allowed to be,” Wooyoung pushes a shot of soju towards you, “you’re broke and in love,” 

“Wooyoung!” His words strike panic through you, “Seriously, stop that,”

“Alright, alright,” He throws up his hands, “broke and and in lust, whatever,” 

San’s lips curl up in a half smile at his friend’s words. His eyes are closed, and he’s swaying a little from side to side, jerking back to center every now and again when his equilibrium feels too sideways. It’s entirely possible Wooyoung is the most sober one here and that thought makes you burst into laughter. San’s eyes fly open at the sound. 

“I was offering my services,” Seonghwa cuts in, like he had been thinking about what to say that entire time and finally found the words. 

“Your what?” Wooyoung laughs. 

“For her next heat,” He explains, waving his hand like it’s simple addition, “my services,” 

“Seonghwa,” San shakes his head sharply, “stop.”

“It’s not as if I’m with someone,” Seonghwa replies, holding San’s gaze intently, and for a split second it’s obvious there’s some kind of a backstory behind them all or their friendship or just Seonghwa himself that everyone knows and you don’t, but it isn’t the time to ask.

“Yeah,” San says a little gruffly, blinking hard to shake off the alcohol, “well, this still isn’t the time.” 

Wooyoung wraps it up smoothly, “We’re all too drunk for this,” 

“Exactly,” You take a moment of solace in the cup of soju. 

“I mean it though,” Seonghwa tears his eyes away from San and a hand drops onto your knee, “you’re pretty, I’m pretty, just keep it in mind,” 

There’s almost no way he’ll remember this tomorrow, so you let him off the hook with a smile and a hand on the side of his cheek, “Thank you, Hwa,” 

“That’s what f-friends are for,” He hiccups lightly, and then you watch his eyes unfocus as the dizziness floods his vision and he drops his head unceremoniously onto your shoulder, “oh, God, I’m drunk,” 

“There it is,” Wooyoung grins. 

You slip forward as Seonghwa’s weight drops onto you and you brace yourself on the edge of the table, but San swoops in, “Come here, hyung, stop hanging on her,” 

“Hmm?” Seonghwa’s eyes look tired when San gets him off you and over his shoulder, “Sannie?” 

“Yeah,” San softens, “it’s just me,” 

“I think I need to lie down,” Seonghwa murmurs, his head falling onto San’s ready shoulder. 

“I know, hyung, I know,” San softens, and then turns to the table, “can we go?” 

“Yeah,” Wooyoung stumbles as he gets up but then straightens, tucking himself under Seonghwa’s other arm once he gets his feet under him, “y/n, you good?”

You pull yourself up too, knocking back the final shot of soju so it doesn’t go to waste and pulling on your jacket, “Good,” 

In the cool night air outside the bar everything gets dizzier, more watery and hazy, and something in your gut pulls hard. For a brief passing moment you wonder what Yunho and Mingi are doing right now. 

San’s saying something and you shake yourself out of your stupor, “What’s that?” 

“I said, where do you live?” He lets Wooyoung take more of Seonghwa’s weight as he turns his focus to you. 

You give him your address, “I can call an Uber,” 

“I live kind of close,” He nods, “let me take you,” 

“You really don’t have to,” 

“It would make me feel better,” San brushes you off immediately, “we’ve all been drinking, you shouldn’t be alone,” 

“What about him?” You nod towards Seonghwa. 

“I got him,” Wooyoung assures, “we live in the same building.” 

“You sure?” San checks, “We can all go together,”

“It’s the opposite direction,” Wooyoung shakes his head, “and I’m tired, this just makes more sense,”

San nods and then checks on Seonghwa once more, “Make him drink some water, okay?” 

“Yep,” Wooyoung salutes, rolls Seonghwa into an Uber, and then they’re gone. 

Leaving you and San alone on the sidewalk. 

“Let me get a car,” He says, shaking off some of his lingering drunkenness and pulling out his phone. 

Of the three men, you talked to San the least. As the night had stretched on, you found yourself sidled up with Seonghwa or talking across the table animatedly with Wooyoung, but San seemed to give you a little space. He was also the one who commented the least on your recent sexual escapades and now standing in the middle of the street with him and him alone, you have no idea what you’ll talk about. 

You watch as he types into his phone, lets it search, and then his nose crinkles, “Twenty minutes,” 

“Oh,” You push up on your tiptoes to see his screen, “damn,” 

He thinks for a minute and then sighs, “You want to walk a bit? I need to sober up a little anyways,” 

“Sure,” 

“Hungry?” His brows perk up. 

“Definitely,” You smile. 

“There’s places in our direction,” He waves you on, and you fall into lockstep with him as you wind out of the alley and back into the city streets. 

It’s quiet for a moment, and you know one of you has to break the silence, but mercifully he gets there first, “You’re a good dancer, you know,” 

“So are you,” You glance up at him, and he smiles. 

He’s handsome, especially like this with his cheeks tinged pink with the night of drinking and his hair falling in his eyes. He directs you forward across an intersection and then looks down to keep talking, “You pick little things up really quickly, it’s impressive,” 

“I appreciate that,” The alcohol seems to be less pervasive now that you’re out of the loud club and walking some of it off and you sigh, “honestly, I was staying late with Mingi a lot of nights. He was helping me catch up,” 

“Ah,” San nods, “that makes sense,” 

You keep walking. Normally you can get a conversation going without any problems, but with the alcohol and the late night and the fact that you really don’t know San all that well, you’re tongue tied. 

He sighs heavily and looks at you, like he had been weighing whether or not to say something and finally chose to just do it anyway. “Don’t worry about what Seonghwa said,” He manages, “he was drunk, and I’m sure he wouldn’t have wanted to make you uncomfortable.” 

“Oh,” Your stomach knots up, “he didn’t,” 

“Good,” San nods, looking relieved, “he’s a good man, he’s,” San searches for his words for a moment, “not the type to proposition a coworker, that’s not what,” 

“Oh!” It makes sudden sense why San was being so careful, offering to walk you home and trying to keep Seonghwa in check, “No, San, that’s not at all what I thought,” 

“It’s not?” His eyebrow quirks up. 

“No, I mean,” Your gaze falls away from him, “it probably should be, but I know he meant well. Plus, I know you both help Wooyoung,” 

“Well,” San shakes his head, “that’s a little different,” 

“Because you’re all men?” 

He smiles, a little sheepish, “No, I was going to say because we’re old friends, but I guess there’s that too.” 

“Ah,” You turn towards him, “well, really, you shouldn’t worry about me like that. Hwa was just trying to be a good friend, and I’m sure he won’t remember it tomorrow anyways,” 

He sighs, relieved this time, “Good, okay,” 

“Is that what you were worried about?” You ask. 

“Between that and Woo practically interrogating you,” His nose crinkles again, “that part of your life is private, he shouldn’t pry like that.” 

“I would have told him to stop,” You shake your head. 

“I hope so,” He says, “I wouldn’t want you to feel uncomfortable with us after everything you’re dealing with. We like you in the crew,” 

“You do?” 

“Definitely,” He twists to meet your eyes, “you have fire. I saw it in the audition tape,” 

Blush flushes your cheeks, “Thank you,” 

“I’m just being honest,” He smiles. 

You smile back. 

It gets easier the more and more you walk with San. The alcohol slowly dissipates in both your systems, and after a few more blocks the idea of street food seems even more appealing. He refuses to let you pay and you only protest once, albeit weakly, before he gives you a simple shake of the head and takes care of things without another word. 

It’s a thirty minute walk, especially at this meandering pace, but eventually you make it back to your block, and you don’t know what possesses you to turn the conversation back to Yunho and Mingi and everything it means but you do. He’s less shy to discuss it now, especially after enough time getting to know each other and sinking into a conversational rhythm. 

By the time you make it to your apartment walkway, your corn dog is half eaten and your previous anxiety about talking to San is gone entirely. You gesture up to your building, “This is me,” 

“Nice,” He comments, and then he takes a seat on your stoop and looks up at you, expectant.

“What?” You ask at his expression. 

“You weren’t done, come on, tell me the rest,” He leans back against the railing, stretching out his legs. 

“Right,” You remember yourself, flopping down onto the step next to him and running a hand through your hair, “where was I?” 

“Yunho reminding you of your ex,” San prompts you. 

“Ah,” You shake your head, “I mean not really, my ex was an asshole, but… I guess I didn’t know that for a long time. I thought he was nice, I thought he was the right guy.” 

“And Yunho’s nice and the right guy?” He smirks. 

“No, no,” You wave your hands, “fuck, I’m not making sense with this at all.” 

“Can I guess?” San turns his body towards you a little more. 

You nod. 

“When your heat was over,” San’s expression is almost a little apologetic as he addresses it directly, “did you all agree it was just sex?” 

“Yes,” 

“And that you could all be adults about it?” He adds. 

You nod again. 

“And today you were all awkward as hell and avoiding each other?” 

“Basically,” 

“Listen,” San rests his hand on your knee, “I don’t know what your ex did or didn’t do, but they’re not that guy.” 

“I know,” You sigh. 

“But I get it,” San interrupts, “it feels like you had this connection and everything was good and now they’re pretending you don’t exist, and how is that different from any other guy?” 

He has you there. You manage a nod. 

“Well, I don’t know how they feel about you,” He offers, “but I promise you they’re just as embarrassed as you. It’s easy to say you’ll stay friends and that the lines won’t get blurred, but they always, always do.” 

You study him for a moment, at the way he’s speaking so genuinely and it dawns on you, “You speak from experience, I’m guessing?” 

He looks down and away, nodding before he brings his eyes back up to yours, “Yeah,” 

“Woo?” You guess softly. 

After an entire night of watching them lean against each other, touch each other, talk amongst themselves in their little bubble, you’re shocked when his mouth turns up into a sad smile and he shakes his head, “No, Woo and I have figured out how to make this whole thing easy,” 

“Oh,” 

“Wooyoung loves me, but he’s not in love with me.” San clarifies. 

“And you?” You ask softly. 

“He’s my best friend,” San says confidently, “and I’ll never let him be in pain,” 

“But?” You nudge him. 

“It was a long time ago,” He shakes his head and for the first time all night you know he’s told you a lie, but you let it pass. He shakes off the momentary lapse and continues, “but I know how you’re feeling.” 

“Then how do I make it right?” You ask him. 

“Sometimes you can’t,” He says honestly, “sometimes one person just feels so much more than the other, and you try to make it work until you bend so much for them you break.” 

“I know what Woo said,” You shake your head, “but I’m not in love with them. I’m not.” 

“I trust you,” San nods, “you know yourself better than Youngie.” 

“It’s just this thing inside me,” You confess, and maybe it’s the alcohol or the lateness of the hour but you feel safer here on your stoop with him than you have in a long, long time, so you keep confessing. “I wish sometimes so much that I could just be a beta, that I could forget all about this and just know for sure. I’ve… never known anything for real and how am I supposed to trust anything I feel if my body just decides for me.” 

He’s quiet for a moment, but then he says, “Being an omega is a beautiful thing,” 

“Don’t,” You shake your head sharply, “I’ve heard that one all my life,” 

“It is,” He insists, “all of it’s beautiful. Every part and piece of us is, alpha, beta, omega, all of it.” 

“San, that’s not,” 

“I know what you meant,” San says softly, sliding his hand into yours and giving you a squeeze, “and it would be easier to be a beta, and to not have to wonder every time. Does the person you like feel right because you like them or because something about them is a good biological match?” 

“Exactly,” 

“Believe me,” He squeezes you again, “I get it.” 

Tears prickle in your eyes and you swallow hard to clear them, “Then how do I make this work? How do I go back to the studio and put this behind me?” 

“Is that what you want?” He checks, thumb stroking along the back of your hand. 

“Yes,” You sigh, “it doesn’t even matter how I feel or don’t feel, I can’t take that risk here,” 

“The work is more important,” He finishes for you. 

“Yes.” 

“Then don’t let them in again,” San says simply, “not like before. Be friends, but keep things professional. Get some distance from this whole thing,” 

“I have a feeling this is not the advice Woo would be giving me,” You smile. 

“No,” San laughs, “Wooyoung would tell you to open yourself up to the great mystery of being loved or something,” 

“And you’re not a romantic,” You smirk. 

“No, no,” He shakes his head, “I am, but being a romantic doesn’t mean you have to let people hurt you. I’ve seen Woo get his heart broken a dozen times now, and he keeps trying. He’s the strongest person I know, and I love him for it, but it’s not the only way.” 

“So what he said at the bar,” You tuck your unfinished food into the little bag and leave it to the side, “what he said about my heat?” 

“I mean,” He shrugs, “y/n, this isn’t your first time. Don’t listen to him,” 

“But Seonghwa,” You remember the way Seonghwa agreed, like a scent match was the stars aligning. 

“Fuck them both,” San shakes his head, “just because you had a connection with them doesn’t mean they’re the only people you can connect with.” 

Your eyes fill with tears again and he shakes his head when he sees your hazy eyes, brushing your jaw softly with his fingers. You swallow hard and sigh, breath hitching in your chest, “You know what’s funny about this?” 

“Hmm?” He brushes your jaw again. 

“I don’t even want to date right now, I just,” You shrug lightly, “I want to work. I want to have friends. I want to go out and meet people or stay in if I feel like it. I don’t want to sit on the couch pining or walk on eggshells at the studio,” 

“y/n,” San steadies you, his voice low and calm, “listen to me, okay?” 

“Okay,” You murmur. 

“You have work to do, so focus on it. You have friends, including me, and Woo, and Seonghwa, okay? You come out with us… or don’t,” He smiles and squeezes your hand, “and the studio will feel weird for a little while, but trust yourself, it will fade.” 

“It will,” You nod, “you’re right,” 

He nods, holding your gaze a little longer until he gives you one more squeeze. San shifts back to give you a little space, his hands leaving you and clasping together to hang between his legs. He smiles, “Do you feel any better?” 

“Yeah,” You run your hands through your hair and let out a long, tired exhale. 

“Sobered up?” He checks. 

“Mostly,” You nod, checking your watch, “but it’s so late I’m still going to be feeling it tomorrow,” 

“Mm,” He nods, “we aren’t starting until eleven though,” 

“True,” 

The night is drawing to a close, you can feel it. You don’t really want to be alone with your thoughts again, but you’re also so tired you think you might drop on the spot, so you start to pull away and hope that you’ll be able to fall asleep the minute you hit the pillows. 

He pushes himself up to stand and offers you a hand to help you to your feet, “Should I walk you up?” 

You shake your head, “I got it,” 

“I’ll wait until you get in,” He smiles and nods. 

You make it two steps up before you turn back to him, “Thank you, San,” you tell him, “for everything tonight, really,” 

He smiles wider, his eyes crinkling up and he nods again, “Don’t thank me, just remember what I said.” 

“I will,” 

“And y/n,” He calls after you as you start back up the path, “sleep well,” 

“You too, Sannie,” You give him one last look before you push open your apartment door and start up the steps. He doesn’t budge, making sure you’re in the door before he pulls out his phone and starts his short walk home. 

Coming home this time doesn’t hurt the same. 

You hope for more of the same tomorrow. 

You hope every day that it fades away, little by little. 


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1 year ago

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

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. 


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Aemulus. (noun) Latin For Rival Or Competitor. Thought To Be The Origin Of The Name Emily.

aemulus. (noun) latin for rival or competitor. thought to be the origin of the name emily.

park seonghwa is in no position to ask you for a favor. but being underqualified for something has never stopped him before.

pairing: academic rival!seonghwa x fem!reader

details: grad school/nursing school au, fake dating

word count: 8.1k

warnings: swearing, food allergy, smut (18+ mdni), oral (f receiving), multiple orgasms, unprotected sex, discussion of birth control methods

a/n: for @sluttywoozi's birthday <3 (just a month and a half late)

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“I need a favor.”

“From me?”

Seonghwa tongues his cheek and looks around. “Is there anyone else in the room?”

You scoff. You aren’t friends with Park Seonghwa. You don’t even particularly like Park Seonghwa. You know the feeling’s mutual so why was he asking you for a favor?

“If you want something from me you should try being a little nicer,” you mutter, turning your attention back to the textbook on the desk in front of you. 

You hear Seonghwa sigh beside you before he tries again. “Sorry, yes, I need a favor from you. I need a date to this event Dr. Harvey is hosting for all of his graduate mentees next weekend.”

Date? You? Your face must be scrunched up into an expression of confusion and concern because Seonghwa puts his hand out to stop you before you interject. 

“Yes, it has to be you. I-I’m trying to secure a position on his research team next semester and I need an extra edge.”

You raise an eyebrow. “And I’m the extra edge?”

“Exactly! Dr. Harvey loves you. If I show up with you on my arm, the spot is mine for sure.”

“You really think it’ll be that easy? I haven’t taken one of Dr. Harvey’s classes since undergrad.”

You’re not even a student in Seonghwa’s program, the one Dr. Harvey was the head of. There just happened to be some overlap between your field of study and his that required you to take some of the same courses. 

“But you were his TA last semester, and you’re the top student in the department, after me-” you have to fight the urge to roll your eyes, “he brings you up in almost every meeting we have,” he continues, sounding more than a little annoyed, “when we’re supposed to be talking about my dissertation.”

Despite the non-case Seonghwa was making on his behalf, you couldn’t help but feel a little curious. “He does? What does he say?’

“Usually, it’s little comments about how you would do something differently, which is not-so-subtle code for better. If you ever decide to write a dissertation on microbiology, let him know. I’m sure he’d love to be your mentor-” Seonghwa stops himself there, taking a deep breath as if to physically shake the bitterness from his demeanor. “Sorry. The point is that he thinks very highly of you and it would really help me out if you were my plus-one to this thing.”

“And what exactly does ‘this thing’ entail?”

“It’s a little appreciation banquet for all of the students he’s mentoring. He said it’s at this hotel, I think it’s downtown, and it’s a dinner and drinks in the evening and a brunch the next morning-”

“Wait, it’s overnight?” You hadn’t meant or intended to interrupt him but the prospect of spending the night in the same room with Park Seonghwa was enough to make you panic and forget your manners. 

Seonghwa looks annoyed that you cut him off but holds himself back from responding with something snippy. Instead, he lets it go. Unheard of for him.

“Yes, but it’s just one night.”

“One night?” He nods. “And I just have to show up with you?”

“Well, you’d pretend to be my girlfriend. ”

Right. That had sort of been implied when he asked but you were hoping that wasn’t the case. It honestly sounded like a nightmare, but the idea of having something to hold over Seonghwa’s head was tempting. 

Doing him the favor was one thing. The execution of said favor was another. Were you going to be able to put on a believable act as Seonghwa’s girlfriend? It certainly wasn’t going to come naturally to you... but you were friends with a bunch of theatre kids. You could pull it off. Probably. 

“Okay, well, what’s in it for me?” you ask.

He blinks, clearly caught off guard by your question like he hadn’t expected to get this far. 

“What do you want?”

Oh fuck. You scramble to think of something worthwhile that he could be of use for, coming up short in pretty much all aspects.

“My dad’s getting married in a couple of months. Our little duet can have an encore then.”

Seonghwa grins and offers his hand for you to shake. “Send me the details. Pleasure doing business.”

-

It isn’t until Seonghwa’s already left the classroom that he realizes he doesn’t even have your number. He’s known you for years now but has never had to contact you outside of the context of school. Never had reason to. He could turn around right now and go back and ask for your phone number. You’re still in there. 

He lets his pride get the better of him, and with a quiet groan, he shoves his hands in his pockets and keeps walking. He’ll just email you later to ask for it. 

-

You iron out the details over text, once Seonghwa finally gets your number. You had made fun of him in your reply email for forgetting to get it back when he begged you to come with him in the first place, which only reassured Seonghwa that he had made the right choice that day. It would’ve been way more embarrassing to have you say that to his face. 

He asks you to meet him at a cafe the day before the event so you can iron out your story together. You look nervous, he notes, so he tries to break the ice. 

“Thank you for agreeing to meet here. I would’ve had you over to my place, but my roommates are kind of obnoxious.”

“That’s okay. Thanks for the coffee.” You gesture with your cup, shaking the ice around before taking a tentative sip. 

“Least I could do, considering.”

You shrug. “You’re already repaying me by going to my dad’s wedding with me, but I’m not one to turn down free coffee.”

“Fair enough.” He clears his throat. “So, how’d we fall in love?”

-

Seonghwa picks you up at five pm on Saturday. He makes some comment about you looking nice that you don’t really believe he means, but you return the compliment anyway. He does look good. Annoyingly so. He had told you it was a formal event but you hadn’t expected him to show up in a fucking three-piece suit. 

His hair is slicked back on the side to show off his undercut, and wire-rimmed glasses sit on the bridge of his nose, the reflection of traffic lights and street lamps shining in the lenses. It’s a little intimidating to be on his arm for the night when he looks like that, not that you didn’t also dress for the occasion, he just... looks so sharp. 

“Do you have everything you need?” he asks as you climb into the passenger seat. “Pajamas? Toothbrush?”

“I think so.”

“If you forget something we can probably grab it at the kiosk they have in the lobby,” he assures you.

You groan. “Yeah, but we’ll have to pay a small fortune for it.”

“That’s the price of convenience.” He puts the car in drive and navigates out of your apartment complex’s parking lot onto the main road. “You can pick the music,” he offers after a moment of silence. 

“But you’re the one driving.”

“Is that a rule?”

“Yeah, the driver picks the music. Have you never heard of that before?”

He shakes his head but hums thoughtfully. “No, but I don’t mind. I’m not picky.”

“Shocking,” you mutter under your breath. 

“What was that?”

“Nothing.”

You plug the aux into the lightning port on your phone and scroll through your playlist until you land on something you deem to be neutral enough to play in the background. You can feel Seonghwa watching you out of the corner of his eye but you willfully ignore it. 

“Do you remember the story?”

You nod. “We only got together officially a couple of months ago. You asked me out by waiting outside the door of one of my classes last semester-”

“Which class?”

“Um...” you frowned, trying to remember. 

“It was pharmacology.”

“Right. Sorry.”

“Just be sure to remember that.”

“I don’t think anyone is going to be interrogating us about our relationship,” you scoff. 

Seonghwa takes a deep breath. “You’re right, I’m sorry. This is just important to me and it needs to be believable. If anyone were to find out that I tried to pull this shit off just to get on Harvey’s good side... I don’t even know what would happen to me. Like, would I get expelled? I definitely wouldn’t get the position, I-”

“Woah,” you cut him off before he can spiral any further, “we... don’t have to do this. You can drop me off back at my apartment and pretend like it never happened. I won’t make you go to the wedding...”

“No, no I need you,” Seonghwa insists, panicked. “It just... didn’t occur to me how stupid this idea was until now.”

“If you think it’s a bad idea we shouldn’t do it,” you reason.

“It is a bad idea,” he agrees, “but I don’t know what else to do. Jung Wooyoung is vying for the same spot and he’s way more likable than me.”

“That’s not true, he’s just more of a kiss-ass.”

“Same thing. Either way, I already told them I was bringing a plus-one so I can’t show up without you.”

You nod, holding back from suggesting other alternatives. Seonghwa seemed resolute on going through with it and it wouldn’t do any good to try and convince him otherwise. He was like you in that way. Stubborn to a fault. Trying to “fix” the problem would only start an argument and that was the last thing you needed right now. So you let it go, and it only killed you on the inside a little bit. 

-

Seonghwa checks into your room as soon as you get to the hotel. Since it’s late in the afternoon, it’s already ready, and you go up to drop off your things before navigating to the ballroom together. 

You try to ignore the single king-size bed in the middle of the room but it’s like it’s glaring right at you, taunting you in the reflection of the vanity mirror as you reapply your lipgloss. If Seonghwa notices your apprehension about it he doesn’t say anything. 

“We don’t have to go over the top,” Seonghwa reminds you in the elevator. “You don’t have to kiss me or be super touchy if you don’t want to. Some hand holding and familiarity should do it.”

“Are you sure?” 

He smirks at you. “I mean, if you want to kiss me, you’re more than welcome to. But it wasn’t part of our agreement.”

You stare at him. He had never said anything like that to you before. It felt like it had come out of nowhere. The smirk falls when he sees your reaction and he side steps away from you, clearing his throat awkwardly. 

“Sorry, I was, uh, I was kidding. It was, I wasn’t-”

The elevator dings to signal its arrival on the first floor before Seonghwa can finish whatever excuse he was stuttering through. He motions for you to exit first, putting his arm in front of the door to keep it from closing. When you turn back to look at him, he’s all calm and collected again like nothing even happened. The only evidence of ruffled feathers was the pressed set of his lips and the pink tinge of his cheeks. 

“Ready?” he asks, straightening his tie. 

“As I’ll ever be.”

He offers his hand to you and you take it, entwining your fingers with his. His thumb finds the back of your hand and draws absentminded circles. You’re not sure if it’s supposed to be comforting but it is. 

There are already a few people mingling when you and Seonghwa make it to the ballroom. You don’t recognize any of them but that was to be expected. Seonghwa had said that it was an intimate event, just Dr. Harvey, his mentees, and their potential plus-ones. Not everyone is here yet from what you can tell. You can’t hear Jung Wooyoung’s loud voice echoing throughout the hall so you figure he must be one of the late ones. 

The way the room is decorated reminds you a bit of Christmas with the opulent chandeliers hanging from the ceiling and the ivy garlands laid across the tables. All that's missing are the trees wrapped in lights and potted poinsettias in every corner.

Dr. Harvey is in the middle of a conversation with a couple of other students when he spots the two of you. He excuses himself and approaches you with a smile. 

“I’m glad that you both could make it!” he says, greeting you with a hug. 

He hugs your fake boyfriend next and claps him firmly on the back. Seonghwa coughs at the unexpected hit but plays it off easily with a chuckle. 

“When Park told me he was bringing you, I thought he was kidding. I couldn’t believe he finally got the guts to ask you out.”

Seonghwa stiffens next to you but keeps the smile plastered on his face. You, on the other hand, can’t mask your surprise. 

“What do you mean?” you press. 

“Oh, just that I sort of wondered if you kids would get together,” he explains. “You used to argue in my class all the time as undergraduates, but whenever we had group activities you would pair up anyway.”

“That’s because we didn’t trust anyone else with the work,” Seonghwa points out. 

You squeeze his hand urgently, trying to tell him to shut the fuck up before he ruins his chances with his big mouth. Thankfully, he seems to get the message and relaxes a little but you can tell he still wants to protest.   

“You didn’t even trust each other with the work,” the professor corrects. “You would bicker about every little thing under your breath when you thought I couldn’t hear even though you always sat in the front of the classroom.”

“I guess we are a little competitive,” you admit with a grin, looking up at Seonghwa with what you hope comes across as affection. 

“That’s an understatement, my love,” he agrees.

“Well, it’s nice to see that you’ve been able to turn that energy into something positive,” Dr. Harvey says. “What changed?”

“Well, we’d been seeing each other for a while and finally decided to make it official,” Seonghwa muses. 

And by ‘seeing each other’ he meant fucking. When you decided on your story that day in the cafe, Seonghwa had said it would make the most sense if your fake relationship budded from a friends-with-benefits thing- or acquaintances with benefits, whatever the two of you were. But of course, you couldn’t tell your professor that so you had to more so imply it by talking around the subject.

“Well, I hope that you being together means I’ll get to see more of your face. Park, you need to bring your girlfriend around the department some time. I’m sure the other faculty miss you too.”

Seonghwa nods. “I’ll be sure to do that, sir.”

“Great! I think some more people are starting to trickle in so I should go say hello, but please help yourselves to drinks while we wait for dinner.”

You both thank him and wait before saying anything else to each other. 

“I think that went okay,” Seonghwa sighs.

“Could’ve been worse,” you agree. 

He takes a quick look around before turning back to you. “Do you want something to drink, baby?”

“God, yes.”

At the bar, Seonghwa orders you both a glass of wine. It’s an open bar but there’s a little fish bowl for tips balanced on the edge of the counter so he deposits a couple of bills in it as he thanks the bartender.

He holds one of the glasses out to you with a half-smile. “Cheers.”

“To getting through the night,” you propose. 

“To getting through the night.”

-

Dinner is a choice between a chicken pasta dish, a beef and potatoes dish, and ratatouille that could be made vegan upon request. 

“Does the pesto have pine nuts in it?” Seonghwa asks the server when he reaches your end of the table.

“No, all of our options tonight are nut-free,” he replies. 

“Perfect, thank you. Did you want the pasta, then, baby?” 

“I- yes please.”

“And I’ll get the beef and we can share.”

“Sounds good,” the server says as he jots down your orders on his little notepad. 

You wait until he moves on to the next guest before leaning over to your date and whispering “I can’t believe you remembered.”

“Hm?”

“You remembered... I’m allergic to tree nuts.”

He shrugs like it’s no big deal and murmurs, “you almost dying in the middle of chem lab our freshman year is pretty hard to forget.”

He had a point. Still, you were surprised he remembered the girl that collapsed to the floor and had to be stabbed in the thigh with an EpiPen all those years ago as you. You’re not sure if you’d remember the details so clearly if it were the other way around. 

All of the dishes were pre-prepared by the hotel’s event catering staff so they were served almost immediately after the orders were taken. 

Dr. Harvey led the conversation, engaging each of his students about their studies and personal lives. He was even sure to include the plus ones at the table, making an effort to get to know them as well. That was why Dr. Harvey had been one of your favorite professors, why you’d agreed to TA for him when he asked. He genuinely cared about his students, wanted them to succeed and was willing to go the extra mile to help them do so. You still remember crying in his office over a failed lab report, remember how he had patiently walked you through what you’d done wrong until it finally clicked for you, how he ended up giving you half of the credit you missed back just for following up and showing how dedicated you were to learning the material.

Even now as he listens to his mentees talk about everything under the sun, he doesn’t want anyone to feel left out. 

A hand on your thigh startles you out of your zoning out. You had been trying your best to pay attention but it’s just so hard to stay attentive when Wooyoung opens his mouth. He’s been talking about algae for what you estimate to be the past twelve minutes- so in your defense, you never stood a chance anyway.

“Do you want another glass of wine?” Seonghwa asks, low enough for only you to hear.

You hadn’t even realized you’d finished your first one. It had probably happened sometime in the middle of Wooyung’s rambling. 

“Yes please.”

“Okay, be right back.”

He stands from the table and takes both yours and his empty glasses in one hand, using the other to push his chair back in. Thankfully, he’s back before you can be cornered by the others at the table. You can feel it, the curiosity your presence invokes from your peers. You only recognize a few of them but all of the sideways glances make you wonder how many of them suspect why you’re really here. Maybe you’re being paranoid. Maybe they’re just surprised Seonghwa managed to pull anyone at all... no, that couldn’t be it. He’s too hot, his personality alone wouldn’t be enough to deter anyone from going out with him. 

“What’s wrong?”

You take a sip from your newly refilled glass of wine and try to play it off. “Hm? What do you mean?”

“You’re making a face.”

“What face? This is just my face.”

“No, you’ve got that wrinkle in between your eyebrows. You’re worrying about something. What is it?”

You sigh and lean over to whisper in his ear. “I feel like your... friends think it’s weird that I’m here.”

“These people aren’t my friends.”

“I know. I didn’t know what else to call them- is that really the part of what I said that you think is important?”

“Why do you think they think it’s weird?”

“I don’t know, I just keep noticing everyone looking at me.”

“It’s probably because you’re pretty,” he suggests, which makes you want to change the subject entirely. 

He thinks you’re pretty? Does he think you’re pretty or does he think other people think you’re pretty? What would possess him to say something like that?

“That- no, it’s not that.”

“How can you be sure?”

“Because I know what a dirty look is and I’ve been getting a lot of them. Do you think they’re onto us?”

Seonghwa makes a displeased sound in the back of his throat. “I don’t know. Maybe I underestimated the number of people applying for the same position as me.”

“Maybe, and maybe they know we haven’t always gotten along and are suspicious of why this is the first they’re hearing of us dating.”

“I guess we need to turn it up, then,” Seonghwa muses under his breath. 

“Wha- that’s not what I-”

-

After dinner, there’s a bit of mingling. You get the opportunity to formally introduce yourself to the guests you’ve never met before and answer the burning question on everyone’s mind as to why you’re there in the first place. 

Seonghwa’s hand is warm on the small of your back, making you wish you had decided against wearing a backless dress. Although, you suspect you still would have been able to feel the heat of his palm through the silk had it offered more coverage. 

“Didn’t think you had it in you, Park,” Hongjoong, you thought his name was, says as he wraps an arm around his own date. In her heels, she’s taller than him by an inch or so, and somehow it only makes the man more intimidating. “Thought you were too busy for dating, or was that just an excuse?”

“I am busy. But when you meet the right person, you make time. You of all people should know that.”

Hongjoong narrows his eyes almost imperceptibly and grins. “You’re right, we’re all fools for love, aren’t we?”

“It certainly seems that way.”

Seonghwa and Hongjoong continue exchanging semi-polite small talk until the latter’s date tugs him away, mumbling something about needing another drink. 

“I didn’t realize you were so popular,” you say under your breath once the two are out of earshot.

“Yeah, you’re not the only one who hates me,” he mutters. 

“And here I thought we had something special.”

Seonghwa gives you a half-smile. “Sorry to break it to you like this.”

“For what it’s worth, I don’t hate you,” you clarify, voice lowered. 

He can’t hide his surprise as his eyes widen. “Wait, really?”

You nod. “I wouldn’t lie about something like that.”

He straightens up a bit, stiffening, and you wonder if you’ve said something wrong. “Good to know.”

You each have another drink before the night ends. Champagne is served with dessert and Dr. Harvey proposes a toast to all of his students once everyone’s gathered around the table again. 

You clink your glass to Seonghwa’s and take a sip. The bubbles soothe your throat, making the lies you’ve been telling all night easier to swallow. 

You’re not drunk, you haven’t had that much to drink, but the alcohol is definitely making you feel lighter. People have started filtering out of the ballroom to go to their rooms but a few linger a little longer, taking advantage of the free booze and relaxed atmosphere. Your professor flits between the remaining students, continuing conversations that had been cut short during or before dinner. 

Soft music is playing over the speakers and a few couples are dancing to it. Seonghwa hadn’t said anything about dancing, it probably wasn’t on the actual itinerary, but he draws you out to the floor without warning. You want to protest but his hands are already on your hips and your chest is already pressed to his. You don’t think you’ve ever been this close to him, save bumping into each other in labs and accidentally spilling samples down your coats. Based on the number of times that had happened, you don’t expect Seonghwa to be particularly graceful. But he seems intent on proving you wrong as he leads you to the rhythm. 

“I didn’t know you could dance,” you murmur. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about me,” he quips back. 

You quirk an eyebrow. “Yeah? Like what?” 

He seems to think about it for a moment before answering. “I love Star Wars.”

“I already knew that.”

“What?”

“You used to bring a Darth Vader thermos to class. The lid was his helmet.”

“Legos?”

“Lego guy keychain.”

“Animal Crossing?”

“You’d literally play it in class.”

Seonghwa smirks. “Wow.”

“What?”

“I just didn’t realize you were obsessed with me.”

“Wha- I’m not obsessed with you!” you sputter. “I’m just very observant! And you make your interests too obvious.”

“Sure, whatever you say,” he teases, making you roll your eyes. 

He spins you before you get the chance to argue again, extending his arm all the way and then whipping it back so that you’re stumbling into his embrace. 

“My turn, then?” he asks. 

You feel your face scrunch up in confusion before you can stop it. “What do you mean?”

“Your favorite color is pink,” he whispers, as if it’s some kind of secret. “You love The Lord of the Rings. You quote it all the time. You like to cook. You always brought your leftovers for lunch and everyone would ask how you made whatever it was because it smelled so good.”

You’re staring at him now, lips slightly parted in surprise. His gaze flickers down to them and then back up. He smiles. 

“You’re not the only observant one.”

A song is still playing but you’ve stopped dancing. It’s like you’re standing in the eye of a storm, surrounded by music and conversation that blurs and distorts around you. It all sounds muffled, but that might just be the ringing in your ears. You realize what’s about to happen a moment before it does but you’re still unprepared when Seonghwa kisses you. 

His lips are softer than you expected, not that you’ve imagined kissing him before... not that you ever wondered. His arms are still around your waist and he pulls you in closer, deepening the kiss. 

You’re stiff at first, unsure of what to do with your arms or your own lips, but you relax when you feel his tongue swipe at your bottom lip. He makes a contented sort of sound in the back of his throat when you open your mouth for him. It’s just slightly, just enough for him to get a taste, but he seems pleased nonetheless. 

Distant cheering in the background startles the both of you out of your daze, pops the little bubble you’d somehow found yourselves in. It’s then that you remember that you’re in public, and that you probably shouldn’t be sucking each other's faces off in the middle of this very nice ballroom in front of your peers. 

You part, both a little breathless. 

“I hope that was okay,” Seonghwa whispers against your cheek. 

“It was, yeah. It was okay. More than okay.”

“Good. I’m glad.” He grins, the upturn of his cheeks pushing his specs higher on his nose, making glimmers of light from the chandelier dance in the reflection of the glass like stars falling from the sky. One of his hands strays from your waist to take your own.  “Wanna get out of here?”

You’re nodding before your brain can fully process the question. “Yes please.” 

-

The journey back up to your room is a blur. You vaguely register bidding Hongjoong, Dr. Harvey, and a couple of other people whose names had long since slipped your mind goodnight. You’re not sure what you said, Seonghwa probably took the lead. 

Your cheeks are warm with embarrassment as you make your way out of the hall hand in hand. You feel like everyone knows what you’re about to do. And with a kiss like that in a crowded room, it wouldn’t be hard to figure out.

But did it really matter if they knew you were about to get your back blown out? It would only help sell the story to them even more. At least, that’s what you’re telling yourself, still not ready to admit that you’re not playing pretend anymore. 

The clicking of your heels on the marble sounds entirely too loud as you walk through the lobby to the elevator bay. The lights have been dimmed for the night, emulating the darkness outside. Only a few employees remain behind the desks, stationed for any late check-ins. The rest had surely clocked out hours ago when the rush ended.

“Do you have a key?” Seonghwa asks you, eyeing the purse you’d somehow remembered to grab on your way out. 

You did, but, “there’s one in your pocket.”

His hand comes to the front of his pants, feeling for the plastic card. “Right. Sorry.”

He uses the key to activate the elevator and then he uses it again to open the door to your room. The ride up had been silent, and a little awkward, both of you standing on opposite sides of the tiny room, avoiding eye contact.  

You wonder if the energy has shifted, if the moment has passed. Had he suddenly come to his senses? Was he already regretting kissing you? 

You don’t get the chance to ask either of these things, however, because he’s kissing you again as soon as you stumble into the room. It’s dark, so everything is a little uncoordinated, but it almost seems fitting for you and Seonghwa. 

He presses you up against the door, fingers fumbling with the ties on the back of your dress. It’s hard for him to undo them when he can’t see what he’s doing, too occupied with kissing his way down your neck. 

“Fuck this,” he gasps, breaking away. “Lift up your arms.”

You do, gasping as Seonghwa tugs the silk up and over your head. It’s the kind of dress you can’t wear a bra with so you’re left completely bare from the waist up. 

“Fuck me,” he breathes, running his hands over your body. 

“I’m trying.”

A beat lapses before Seonghwa lets out a quiet chuckle. You’re the one to pull him back this time, tugging at his suit jacket as you kiss him in an attempt to get it off his shoulders. 

“Let me, um,” he mumbles against your lips, feeling along the wall of the little hallway you’re standing in for something. “Let me turn on a lamp or something. I want to see you.”

The comment makes you feel shy but you’d be lying if you said you didn’t want to see him too so you let him go and only laugh a little bit when he trips over his suitcase on the way over to the desk.

“Oh, would you rather have it off?” he asks, noticing the way you’re holding your arms over your chest. 

“No, no, I want to see you too,” you assure him. “I just feel kind of weird being the only one naked.”

“Well that’s an easy fix.”

He makes his way back over to you, loosening his tie as he does. He leaves it hanging around his neck so that you can take it off for him. The satin feels heavy in your hands and you wonder briefly how it would feel tied around your wrists- another time, maybe. 

Seonghwa focuses on unbuttoning his shirt while you lift the tie over his head, hands brushing together as you work in tandem. 

You reach for his belt but he ducks out of your grasp with a grin, shrugging off the button up as he sinks down onto his knees in front of you. You barely register the feeling of his hands on your thighs. You’re too caught up with the way he’s looking up at you. He’s taken his glasses off, though you don’t know when- or where he’s put them for that matter, and is gazing up at you like painted the cosmos themselves. Like he fully intends on worshiping you. 

Park Seonghwa on his knees. What a sight. 

“Can I?” he asks, fingers gently wedging themselves in between your legs to part them. “Please?”

You nod. 

“I need you to say it.”

“You can,” you whisper. 

“I can... what?” Seonghwa presses. “I haven’t even said what it is I want to do to you.”

He’s taunting you now. It’s obvious what he meant when he asked you but he just loves pushing your buttons too much to stop, even when he’s on the verge of begging to taste your pussy. 

“You can do whatever you want to me,” you breathe. 

“Fuck.”

You nearly lose your balance as Seonghwa lifts one of your legs over his shoulder but he plants both of his hands on your ass and pulls you onto his face before that can happen. He groans at the first taste of you, even though it’s over your panties. You’re not sure whether he meant to leave them on to be even more of a tease or if he had just simply forgotten to take them off in the rush to get you on his tongue. 

They’re the seamless kind, the kind that aren’t supposed to show through thin material. You’d chosen to wear them with your dress instead of suffering through the discomfort of a thong all night. The comfort was a benefit. The sheerness was a drawback. You might as well not be wearing anything with how form fitting they were, especially considering how wet you already are.

Your hands are in Seonghwa’s hair and you’re trying not to pull too hard but you have to anchor yourself to something or you’re afraid your knees will buckle. 

“That’s it,” he praises, nose nudging your clit as he licks into you. It’s muffled but you can still make it out, if just barely. “Harder, baby.”

“Are you s-sure?”

He nods and the motion makes you want to cry out. “I won’t break. Promise.”

You decide to trust his word and tug a little harder. He moans and rewards you by pushing his tongue inside of you. He can only go so far with the fabric of your underwear restricting him but it’s enough to get you to whimper his name. 

-

God, you sound so pretty, it’s almost too much for Seonghwa to handle. You taste just as good as he’d always imagined, better even, and he’s losing all sense of control because of it. He can tell he’s making you feel good but this won’t be enough to get you to cum, at least, not as hard as he wants you to before he fucks you... if that’s where the night ends up going. He would be more than happy to have you cum on his tongue, kiss you goodnight, and then fall asleep beside you if that’s what you wanted.   

He manages to get your panties out of the way and to the side with his teeth before diving back in and sucking your clit into his mouth. You make a little surprised sound and melt into him even more. 

He wants to get his fingers inside of you too, but it would be difficult with the way the two of you are positioned so he pulls back and jerks his head in the direction of the bed. You help him to his feet and pull him in for a kiss, moaning at the way you taste on his lips. 

Seonghwa didn’t think it was possible for him to get any harder than he already is but you’re always going and proving him wrong. 

You release him after another moment and fall back onto the mattress, calling to him like a siren. You don’t actually say anything, but you don’t have to. The sight of you on the bed you’ll share with your legs spread and your thighs still glistening with your arousal and his saliva is all it’d take for Seonghwa to throw himself into the sea and drown in you. 

He takes off his slacks finally, just to give himself a bit of relief, and joins you on the bed as fast as humanly possible.

“Can I take these off?” he asks, running his fingers over the soaked patch of your underwear. 

“Please,” you laugh. 

You lift your hips so that he can pull them off of you and then he’s back in between your legs with your thighs clamped around his head so tightly he can’t hear anything aside from your desperate pleas for him not to stop. 

He doesn’t even realize he’s been grinding into the mattress until you’re cumming on his tongue and it takes everything in him to hold back from falling over the edge with you. 

“Hwa...” 

Your voice is so distant he doesn’t hear it until you repeat it. The nickname makes his heart do a little somersault. You’ve never called him that before. It makes him want to smile like an idiot and not fight so hard to suppress those pesky feelings he’s been harboring for you for God knows how long. He wants to kiss you all over and make love to you and give you a little house on his Animal Crossing island even though he’d have to rearrange the entire layout. He actually brought his switch with him, it’s in his bag and he could go get it right now and-

“Hwa!”

Fuck. Right. He pushes the aforementioned feelings down again, clears his throat, and plays it cool. “Hm? What’s up?” His voice cracks on the ‘up’ because of course it does. So much for playing it cool. 

“Can you fuck me, please?” 

He feels like he could fall through the floor. How the fuck could you sound so polite asking to get your back blown out like that? His dick twitches against his thigh and Seonghwa has to take a deep breath to steel himself before answering. 

“You sure you want to keep going? You want this?”

“God, yes,” you whine, leaning forward to try and pull him on top of you. “Are you going to make me beg for it?”

Tempting, but, “no, it’s just... I have to tell you something.”

Jesus, was he really doing this now? It felt like the worst possible moment to bring it up but he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself if he slept with you without coming clean. He’d already gone further than he probably should have, judgment clouded by lust and alcohol and the lingering scent of your perfume on your neck. 

You face falls, making Seonghwa realize he definitely should have worded it differently. 

“It’s not anything bad! I don’t think...”

“Just tell me,” you say flatly. 

“Um, remember in the car earlier today when we were going through our story, and you couldn’t remember what class I asked you out after?”

“And you yelled at me about it?”

“I didn’t yell at you-” he pauses, and squeezes his eyes shut. This was why he kept going back and forth over what he was about to say, why he was hesitating even now. “I reacted the way I did because... I actually was going to ask you out that night after your pharmacology class got out.”

“What?”

“I was there, waiting outside and I-I chickened out.”

You blink in disbelief. “You don’t... hate me?”

“Hate you? I never hated you!” You give him a look. “There was a bit of... animosity between us, but it was never hate! At least, not for me! Did you hate me?”

It’s your turn to feel exposed. That’s what Seonghwa thinks you feel anyway, from the look on your face. 

“No... I already told you I didn't! It was... what you described.”

Seonghwa narrows his eyes at you. “I don’t believe you.”

“I mean, like you said, it wasn’t hate. I just didn’t particularly like you. And I thought that was a mutual thing.”

“It was!” he agrees quickly. A little too quickly, maybe. “It was. For a while. And then it wasn’t. But I never said anything about it because I kept thinking it was just a phase I was going through. I thought I’d get over it and you’d never have to know.”

“But that never happened?” He shakes his head. “But you built up the courage to show up and ask me out that day. You had to have accepted it then.”

He sighs and rolls onto his back. “I guess I did, but like I said, I was a coward. When I peeked through the window on the door, I saw you laughing and joking around with your friends and I just thought about how it’s never been like that with us. And I thought it’d never work out because we’re... us. We bicker all of the time. We’re always competing. That didn’t magically go away when I realized I had feelings for you. So I thought you deserved someone who you’d actually get along with.” 

“Well, that should have been up to me to decide,” you say. 

“I know,” Seonghwa admits with a groan. Then, he bolts upright. “Wait, would you have said yes?”

“Probably.”

“What do you mean probably?”

“I mean, I would’ve liked to see where it went. I’ve always thought you were attractive.”

“Really?”

“Yeah, it’s one of the things about you that annoyed me.” Seonghwa scoffs. “Just being honest.”

“Well, if I’m being honest,” he counters, propping himself up on his elbow. “I kind of like it when we bicker.”

“Don’t tell me it turns you on.”

“Only sometimes.”

You roll your eyes at him. “You’re sick.”

He shrugs. “It’s only because you’re so hot when you’re mad at me.”

“You must be really horny right now, then,” you mutter. 

“You’re mad at me?” 

“Yes, I’m mad at you! You’ve been keeping your little crush on me a secret all this time! And you chose now to tell me?”

“I know, I’m sorry. I have the worst timing.”

“Understatement of the year.”

Seonghwa figures he deserves that one so he lets it slide even though it chips at his pride. “Wait, so... what does that make us? If we feel the same way, shouldn’t we give it a real shot?”

You groan, putting your hands over your face. “Can we talk about it after you fuck me stupid? I’m still so wet I can’t think about anything else.”

“Oh yeah, right.” He sits up and rolls back on top of you, caging you in. He presses his thigh between your legs so that you can grind on it as he kisses you again. “Are you sure arguing with me doesn’t make you horny?” he teases. “Can feel you throbbing against me, baby.”

“I’m horny because you’re hot and your dick is hard.” 

And because you like him, Seonghwa thinks giddily. 

“We can talk about it later, then,” he surrenders, reaching down to pump himself a few times. “As long as you’ll say you’re mine.”

You tilt your head to the side as you process his request. “Yours?”

“Mine.”

“You want me to be yours?”

“If that’s something you want.”

“It is something I want.”

“Then say it.”

“I’m yours.”

“Fuck,” Seonghwa hisses, grinding against you. He’s not even inside of you yet and he feels like he could explode.

“Please, Hwa,” you whisper and reach down to line him up yourself.

“Wait fuck, I don’t have a condom.”

“I have an IUD. It’s okay,” you assure him.

“Are you sure?”

“As long as you’re clean.”

“I am, I haven’t been with anyone since last year, and I’ve been tested.”

“Me too.”

“Then we’re good?” he asks. 

“We’re good.”

“Perfect. Deep breath, baby.”

Seonghwa’s arms threaten to give out the instant he begins to push himself inside of you. He should have been the one to take a deep breath. He already knows how you taste so he really should have been more prepared for how good you would feel but then again Seonghwa had always been a bit Icarian in nature so his overly ambitious attitude is pretty par for the course in light of everything. 

“Hold on, just... just give me a second,” he stutters.

He swears you clench around him purposefully, playing it off with a meek “sorry, it was an accident” when he glares at you. He wouldn’t put it past you to turn this into a competition too, but he wants to remember your first time together as something special. He wants to be in the moment with you, wants to make you cum over and over and over on his cock until you can’t say anything but his name. He wants to make tonight all about you. He wants to make every night about you, but he’ll have to start with tonight. 

“Are you okay?” you ask him, voice so sweet he almost has to pull out so he doesn’t end what’s barely started. 

“You feel too good,” he admits, dropping his head into the crook of your shoulder. 

“If you cum now, we can just go again, right?”

Right. He forgot about that. He needs to stop thinking with his dick. 

“Yeah, right. Right.”

“Fucked out already?” you tease, brushing his hair out of his eyes. 

“It’s you,” he pants weakly. “How can I not be?”

You open your mouth, probably about to say something smart in reply but he rolls his hips just as you do, pushing himself deeper inside of you. The words seem to dissolve on your tongue, your mouth falling open in a moan instead.

“What was that, baby?” he asks, moving even faster now.

You answer in mumbled nonsense. Seonghwa smirks down at you and leans forward to kiss the point where your neck meets your collarbone. He thinks about what a hickey would look like there, what kind of attention it would draw from everyone tomorrow morning. 

He can’t dwell on it for too long, though, because you’re yanking him back up by his hair, warning him that you’re about to cum.

“Already?”

“It’s you,” you repeat his own words back to him, and he feels his own stomach tense up in anticipation. “You and your perfect dick.”

Okay, so, less romantic than his sentiment but the structure was still there. It made him feel warm inside nonetheless. 

“Can I cum, please? Please?”

“Do you think you can be quiet? We don’t want a noise complaint, remember?” 

“I c-can be quiet.”

You’re lying through your teeth and Seonghwa can tell, he’s known you for so long now that he;’s memorized all of your tells. But he’s right there on the edge too and he wants nothing more than to cum with you.

“I’m close too, baby. Shit, can I cum inside you? Please?”

“God, yes- please, give it to me...”

He kisses you as he cums, managing to swallow some of your moans and cries of his name as you cum even harder than you did the first time. He’s sensitive by the time you finally come down from it but he doesn’t pull out. 

“Can we lay like this for a second?”

You nod easily, letting out a soft laugh when Seonghwa drops his weight on top of you. “I don’t think I can move anyway.”

“Not with that attitude, you can’t.”

“Oh my god, get off of me.”

“Sorry, what was that? Couldn’t hear you.”

“You’re the worst!”

“The worst at what?”

“Everything!”

“You didn’t seem to think that a few minutes ago,” he points out. 

“I’m having post-nut clarity,” you mumble, pushing weakly at his shoulders. 

“I didn’t know that happened to girls,” he muses. 

“There’s a lot you don’t know about women,” you snap, still struggling underneath him. “Maybe if you talked to one once and a while you’d be more knowledgeable on the subject.” 

“I’m talking to you, aren’t I?”

“That’s because I- are you getting hard again?” you ask in disbelief. 

“I told you that bickering with you turns me on!”

“You are unbelievable!”

Seonghwa kisses you and rolls his hips experimentally. You moan, relaxing under him immediately. 

“Fuck, that feels good,” you sigh against his lips. 

“Yeah, we’re definitely going to be late to brunch tomorrow.”

happy birthday emily!! i'm so lucky to call you my bestie and i hope you enjoyed your very late present :)


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1 year ago

the universe is a bitch (S.MG)

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 :(

The Universe Is A Bitch (S.MG)

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.”

The Universe Is A Bitch (S.MG)

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