Moonstruck. | Chapter One Pt 1 - Orders From Above

moonstruck. | chapter one pt 1 - orders from above

𝗵𝗲𝘆 𝘀𝘄𝗲𝗲𝘁𝘀, 𝗶 𝗷𝘂𝘀𝘁 𝘄𝗮𝗻𝘁𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝘀𝗮𝘆 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝗻𝗸 𝘆𝗼𝘂 𝗳𝗼𝗿 𝗮𝗹𝗹 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 𝘆𝗼𝘂’𝘃𝗲 𝘀𝗵𝗼𝘄𝗻 '𝘆𝗼𝘂𝗿𝘀 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗿𝗲𝗰𝗸.' 𝗶’𝘃𝗲 𝗯𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝘄𝗼𝗿𝗸𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘀𝗼𝗺𝗲𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗮 𝗹𝗶𝘁𝘁𝗹𝗲 𝗱𝗶𝗳𝗳𝗲𝗿𝗲𝗻𝘁 𝘁𝗵𝗶𝘀 𝘁𝗶𝗺𝗲—𝗺𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗮𝗺𝗮, 𝘄𝗮𝘆 𝘀𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 𝗯𝘂𝗿𝗻, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝘀𝘁𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗶𝗴𝗵𝘁 𝗳𝗿𝗼𝗺 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗱𝗲𝗲𝗽𝗲𝘀𝘁, 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗱𝗲𝗽𝘁𝗵𝘀 𝗼𝗳 𝗺𝘆 𝗱𝗲𝗹𝘂𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗺𝗶𝗻𝗱. 𝗶 𝗴𝗼𝘁 𝘀𝗼 𝗶𝗻𝘀𝗽𝗶𝗿𝗲𝗱, 𝗮𝗻𝗱 𝗯𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝗾𝘂𝗲𝗲𝗻 𝗼𝗳 𝗲𝗱𝗴𝗶𝗻𝗴, 𝗶 𝗵𝗮𝗱 𝘁𝗼 𝗺𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝘀𝘂𝗿𝗲 𝗶 𝘀𝘁𝗮𝘆𝗲𝗱 𝘁𝗿𝘂𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘁𝗵𝗮𝘁. 𝘀𝗼, 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝟮 𝘄𝗶𝗹𝗹 𝗯𝗲 𝗱𝗿𝗼𝗽𝗽𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗼𝗻 𝘁𝗵𝗲 𝟮𝟭𝘀𝘁 𝗮𝘀 𝗽𝗮𝗿𝘁 𝗼𝗳 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿 𝗼𝗻𝗲, 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐬 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐥𝐲 𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐞𝐚𝐬𝐞 𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭 𝟏! warning. contains explicit sexual content, drug use, angst, domination, spacestation!au, slight action, slow burn, strong language, intense sexual tension, a more technologically advanced iss, explicit fantasies, and adult themes. reader discretion is strongly advised. mdni.

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aboard the iss moonstruck, you're the only woman among a crew of dangerously attractive men. just as the mission winds down, an unexpected event unleashes a flood of hidden desires and forbidden fantasies. the vast emptiness of space only heightens the heat between you. before you touch down, something could change everything. when it’s time to return to earth, will you even want to, or will these passions make you wish you could stay in space forever?

your fingers hovered over the touchscreens, scanning the station’s sensors, eyes skimming through the familiar green blips. each successful ping felt like a tiny exhale—proof that, for now, everything was running smoothly. even in space, monotony had its rhythm, but the flickers of distraction—the pull of daydreams—kept the days from blurring into one endless grind.

around you, the low hum of conversation buzzed like background static. the crew moved like clockwork, each absorbed in their task, but your mind wasn’t on the data in front of you. not even close.

jake caught your eye, sitting nearby, the soft glow from his work lamp casting a warm, golden hue over his face. his fingers moved with precision, tinkering with some device, hair falling into his eyes in that messy way you’d come to associate with him. and then he did it again—biting his lower lip like he had no fucking clue how distracting it was.

your gaze trailed down his neck, catching the subtle shift of muscles, the veins on his arms visible as he worked.

you shifted in your seat, heat coiling in your core as you tried to pull your mind back to the task at hand. but when your eyes lingered a second too long, jake glanced up, catching you. frozen for a split second, you quickly plastered on a slow, innocent smile—though your thoughts were anything but.

his gaze held yours a beat longer than necessary, a smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. cocky, knowing, like he could see right through you without even trying. a quiet chuckle escaped him as he shook his head, turning back to his work, that damn smirk still lingering.

you swallowed hard, tearing your eyes away, glad for the distraction as sunghoon and jay started bickering over at the navigation console.

“i’m telling you, it’s fine,” sunghoon muttered, running a hand through his sleek black hair, muscles flexing under the tight black tee he always wore. the shirt did nothing to hide the definition in his arms, and you couldn’t help but watch. by the time you realized he’d caught you staring, it was too late. his lips quirked into a subtle smirk before he turned back to jay.

“it’s still off by two degrees,” jay snapped, his voice sharp. “and two degrees might not mean shit to you, but it could fuck us over later.”

you shifted your attention to jay, the tension in his jaw noticeable, his honey-colored skin practically glowing under the dim lights. the way he squared off with sunghoon only made him more intense. the muscles along his neck stood out as he argued, and you bit back a groan. it was hard to stay focused with so much testosterone floating around.

sunghoon didn’t miss the shift in your gaze, his eyes flicking back to you, amusement clear. but he kept quiet, like he was in on some private joke.

“you’re just being a perfectionist,” sunghoon grumbled, rolling his eyes.

“and you’re a lazy fuck,” jay shot back, not bothering to look up. “and yet i’m always the one fixing your shit.”

the argument was almost comical, and you smirked, caught somewhere between entertained and exasperated as you glanced between them. jungwon, who’d been silently jotting notes, didn’t even bother looking up from his tablet. “someone’s tense,” he mumbled under his breath. “maybe the pilot should handle the navigation.”

jay finally looked up, his eyes catching yours. “yeah, well, someone’s gotta stay on top of things.”

you shrugged, licking your lips as you shot him a playful smirk. “you’re both control freaks.”

sunghoon raised an eyebrow, clearly interested. “well, you seem interested in our debate, got something to add?”

heat crawled up your neck, but you weren’t about to back down. “no, sir, just enjoying the view,” you replied, your voice light and teasing.

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed, but the amusement was obvious as he rolled his eyes again. “we’ll see how funny you think it is when we’re off course by a couple degrees and fucking crash.”

jay chuckled low, though you didn’t miss the way his posture stiffened when you called sunghoon ‘sir.’ it was meant as a joke, but it hit harder than you expected. “i’ll bet you anything we end up fixing it—again.”

jungwon, with a sly grin, finally chimed in. “i’m betting on jay.”

before you could respond, jake stretched and made his way over, the air in the room subtly shifting as he leaned against your table like he owned the place, his shoulder brushing yours in a way that didn’t feel accidental, but he didn’t pull away either.

no, he stayed there, closing the space between you bit by bit. it was like he couldn’t help himself. his presence was always impossible to ignore. he always had that way about him, flirting was just in his nature.

“what about you, y/n? who’s your bet?” jake’s voice still carried that amusement, but now it felt thicker, heavier, as he inched hsi face even closer. his arm still brushed against yours, heat rolling off him, and that pull—it was undeniable. you leaned in, just a bit, letting yourself feel it, feel him.

across the room, sunghoon’s jaw tightened, his eyes cutting away, while jay lifted an eyebrow, clearly entertained by the whole thing. but it was jungwon who stood out the most. his eyes were sharp, watching every move, though he kept his expression cool.

“you two seem pretty cozy,” jungwon said, his smile light, but his eyes? dark, calculating. “finished that reactor yet, jake?”

the words were innocent enough, but the way jungwon said them twisted something deep inside you. there was an edge to it, a quiet challenge. jake didn’t miss it, grinning even wider as he slid closer, his arm brushing yours again—this time on purpose.

“almost done,” jake’s voice dropped, low and teasing. “though it might need a little more... hands-on attention.” the double meaning was clear as day, and you felt the heat rising between you, that undeniable tension simmering just beneath the surface.

jungwon’s smile faltered for a brief second—just long enough for you to catch it—before he masked it, turning back to his holo-pad with a sharp click of his stylus. it was like he knew something, but he decided not to say it, keeping whatever it was to himself.

as he worked, you let your eyes linger on him for a moment longer, noticing the way his hair fell over his eyes, those incredibly pretty, cat-like eyes that always seemed to hold more than they let on.

but then there was his jaw—sharp, defined—something about it contrasted with his otherwise cute, almost boyish face. despite that soft look, there was so much quiet masculinity in the way he carried himself. jungwon was always laid-back, more reserved than the others, but you never missed how cheeky he could be sometimes, especially for being the youngest. still, when he worked, it was like a switch flipped—he was as focused and professional as any of them.

he never seemed to pay as much attention to you as some of the others did. sunghoon would steal glances, his gaze lingering on you longer than necessary, sometimes brushing against you in ways that felt more intentional than accidental. jay’s approach was different, more subtle, but still there. and jake—he made it obvious, not even bothering to hide his interest.

but jungwon? he kept his distance, observing from afar. that quiet, unassuming charm seemed to pull you in even more because he wasn’t actively trying. and that somehow made him all the more intriguing. still, you chalked it up to him maybe not being interested in you that way, especially since jake had made it pretty obvious he was marking his territory. it felt like jake was laying claim in subtle and not-so-subtle ways, always the first to lean in, touch, flirt.

but still, shit, if you hadn’t thought about what it would be like with jungwon. you’d caught him sparing glances, his eyes lingering in places they probably shouldn’t. there were times when his gaze dropped to questionable spots on your body, clearly checking you out. then again, maybe it was just because you were the only woman here, surrounded by a bunch of incredibly hot men. anyone would find themselves caught up in the situation.

and it wasn’t just jungwon who had your mind wandering. there was also heeseung—the commander. you swore he treated you differently, always softer, gentler, like he was holding back, but never once had he made a move. no teasing touches, no lingering looks, nothing. yet there was something there, something you couldn’t quite put your finger on. maybe it was the way he spoke to you in that calm, authoritative tone, or how his eyes would soften when they met yours, like he saw you differently than the others did.

you bit down on your own lip, fighting the urge to laugh at the obvious tension. no one was saying it outright, but it was there, hanging in the air, heavy and unmistakable. it felt like the kind of thing that could snap any second, and everyone in the room was feeling it.

sunghoon broke the silence with a dramatic sigh, rolling his eyes. “let’s just make sure we don’t crash before placing any more bets,” he muttered, his tone sharp and a little irritated.

“don’t worry, sunghoon,” jake said smoothly, his eyes locked on yours, his voice dripping with amusement. “i’ll keep things running smoothly.”

sunghoon narrowed his eyes at jake but didn’t say anything else, turning back to his station. jay, leaning against the wall, watched the whole exchange like it was the best entertainment he’d had in days, clearly enjoying the show.

jake took that moment to lean in even closer, his breath brushing against the skin of your neck as he whispered, “you keep looking at me like that, and we might need to place some bets of our own.”

your pulse quickened at the low, teasing edge in his voice, heat crawling up your spine. with him this close, the rest of the room seemed to blur out of focus, your attention solely on him.

your lips parted, the retort on the tip of your tongue, but before you could get it out, the harsh crackle of the intercom cut through the air, yanking everyone back to reality.

heeseung’s voice came through, steady and calm as always, but there was something beneath the surface that made your stomach tighten with unease.

“crew, assemble in the command deck. mission control has an announcement.”

that tone—it was the one heeseung used when things were about to go south, the kind you didn’t want to hear after hours of routine checks and harmless flirting that had clearly gone a little too far. it sent alarm bells ringing in the back of your mind, a subtle but clear shift in the atmosphere.

jake, leaning against the console beside you, let his playful grin drop in an instant. “fuck me, it’s never good when they pull this shit out of nowhere,” he muttered, running a hand through his already messy hair. you could feel the shift in the room like a ripple effect.

the teasing smiles and soft tension that had been lingering between you and the guys vanished. the atmosphere flipped, like someone hit a switch. jungwon’s usual smirk was gone, his lips pressing into a firm line, while sunghoon tensed, his posture rigid. even jay, who had been laid back all day, was now frowning, eyes narrowed in concentration. whatever was coming—it wasn’t going to be good.

you stood, your legs still warm from the low-level banter with jake and testosterone that had been bouncing around, but now? now it was business.

something about heeseung’s voice was bugging you, gnawing at the back of your mind like a bad glitch in the system.

“guess those bets are gonna have to wait,” you said, forcing a small smile as you glanced at jake. you couldn’t ignore the way your stomach twisted with unease.

“shit timing, man,” jake groaned, stretching his arms above his head, muscles flexing under his shirt. “i was just getting comfortable.”

“figures,” jay muttered, running a hand through his hair in frustration. “i was about to call it quits.”

jungwon, already moving, slipped out of his seat with a fluid grace, like switching to serious mode was second nature for him. his broad shoulders stretched against his uniform and lab coat, muscles shifting under the tight fabric as he stood, and for just a second too long, your eyes lingered, tracing the lines of his back, the way everything seemed to fit just right.

and, of course, jungwon felt your stare—because jungwon always knew. the guy was a master at reading people, catching the smallest details. his lips twitched into a ghost of a smirk, there and gone so fast you might’ve missed it if you hadn’t been watching him so closely. then, like nothing happened, he turned back to you, his expression all innocence, acting like he didn’t just catch you in the act.

“something on your mind?” his voice was casual, like he was asking about the weather, but there was an edge to it, like he was daring you to admit it. jungwon was sharp, always pushing just enough to see if you’d bite.

you bit back the heat rising in your chest, letting out a nervous laugh.

“just making sure you’re not dozing off, jungwon,” you shot back, trying to play it cool.

jungwon’s eyebrows raised slightly, that smirk threatening to break free again. “me? dozing off?” he asked, voice light, almost amused. “i’m always paying attention.” his tone was innocent, but his eyes betrayed him—sharp, knowing, like he’d caught every glance, every moment where you looked just a little too long.

“sure you are,” you muttered, trying to sound unfazed, but he wasn’t buying it. you could see it in the way his gaze flickered, like he was studying every inch of your reaction, storing it away for later.

jungwon stepped closer, just enough that you could feel the shift in the air. “i mean, if you’re concerned about someone falling asleep on the job,” he said, his voice a low hum now, “you could always keep an eye on me. make sure i’m awake.” the teasing lilt in his voice was undeniable, that playful edge mixed with something darker.

you raised an eyebrow, not backing down. “oh, i’ve been keeping an eye on you,” you said, leaning slightly into the banter, fully expecting him to pick up on it.

jungwon tilted his head, giving you that same innocent, wide-eyed look he always did. “me? what for?” he asked, voice light and casual, like he had no clue what you were hinting at. but you knew better. the twitch of his lips, the subtle spark in his eyes—he was toying with you, feigning dumb just enough to keep you guessing.

“you know,” you replied, smirking. “just making sure you’re staying out of trouble.”

he blinked, putting on that perfect act, eyes widening in mock surprise. “trouble? me? i’m the last person you need to worry about,” he said with a soft laugh, shaking his head like the whole idea was ridiculous.

you couldn’t help but laugh too, though you knew he wasn’t as innocent as he pretended. you think. “yeah, right. i’ll keep watching just in case,” you teased.

jungwon gave you a grin that almost reached his eyes but not quite. “i appreciate that,” he said, still playing along. “good to know i’ve got someone looking out for me.”

“yeah, just doing my duty,” you replied, leaning back with a smile. “someone’s gotta keep you in line.”

he chuckled softly, still keeping his playful, innocent mask firmly in place. “glad it’s you then,” he said, the teasing tone just subtle enough to be brushed off if you weren’t paying attention.

before you could respond, jay cut in, breaking the tension. “you two done flirting over there, or do i need to remind you that we’ve got work to do?”

jungwon gave you one last glance, feigning complete innocence like it was second nature. “flirting? who, us?” he asked, hands up in mock confusion, acting like he had no clue what jay was talking about. his expression was so pure, so convincing, you almost believed him—almost.

“nah,” jungwon continued, glancing at you with that perfectly innocent smile still plastered on his face. “if anyone’s flirting, it’s jake. guy’s always pushing it, don’t you think?” his tone was light, playful, like he was just tossing out a harmless observation, but you weren’t fooled. the glimmer of mischief in his eyes gave him away, and you knew exactly what he was doing.

jay, standing nearby, let out a quiet chuckle but kept his mouth shut, his eyes glancing between the two of you. he knew what jungwon was up to. jungwon could act innocent all he wanted, and jay would let it slide, just like always.

you rolled your eyes, though a grin tugged at your lips. jungwon’s act might have fooled some, but not you. still, you had to admit, the guy was good at it—too good. maybe he didn’t like you that way, but there was something off about how he was always just a little too nice, too innocent. but every now and then, there were moments, brief flickers in his demeanor that made you second-guess everything.

sometimes, when you caught him in mid-conversation with jay or the others, jungwon had this dark, almost dangerous look in his eyes, something that sent a chill down your spine but also made your heart race. it was quick, barely noticeable, but you saw it. the way his gaze would sharpen, his posture shift, giving him this magnetic, almost sexy air—like there was something much deeper under the surface. but the second he noticed you watching? it was gone, just like that. the sweet, innocent jungwon was back in place, all smiles and charm, as if nothing had happened.

“sure, jake’s the problem,” you teased, crossing your arms and giving jungwon a pointed look, trying to push past the lingering feeling. “and you’re just an innocent bystander?”

jungwon flashed you that same too-perfect smile, the one that made you question everything. “exactly. glad you get it,” he said smoothly, his voice still dripping with that fake innocence. it was infuriating—and yet, you couldn’t look away.

jay smirked from the sidelines, clearly enjoying the back-and-forth, but something about his silence made you think he knew more than he let on. maybe he saw those shifts in jungwon too, but he wasn’t going to say a word. it was their unspoken game, and for some reason, you were caught right in the middle of it.

and as much as you wanted to believe jungwon was just being his usual self, there was that nagging feeling that he was hiding something—something deeper, darker. and whatever it was, he was damn good at keeping it locked away, only letting it slip for those brief, fleeting moments.

the command deck was only a few steps away, the harsh artificial lighting of the station bouncing off the metal walls, making everything feel a bit too sterile. the constant hum of the oxygen recycler, the faint buzz of power coursing through the conduits—it all seemed louder, more oppressive. through the small viewport, earth was a tiny blue dot, so far away it might as well have been a dream.

jake shuffled next to you, still grumbling. “i don’t even wanna fucking know what this is about.”

sunghoon adjusted his belt with an irritated sigh. “they’re always screwing with us. i swear it’s a hobby at this point.” his gaze flicked toward you, lingering a little longer than normal, like he was sizing you up, figuring out where you fit in all this.

you could feel it—the shift that happened when you joined the crew. it wasn’t just them orbiting each other anymore. now they were orbiting you too, and it added a new kind of tension to the mix.

jay, walking ahead, threw out a comment, trying to lighten the mood. “well, let’s hope this isn’t another fucking disaster,” he said with a grin that didn’t quite reach his eyes.

you chuckled, trying to play along despite the unease creeping up your spine. “couldn’t be worse than the last shitshow, right?”

jake snorted, shaking his head. “you just fucking jinxed it. guarantee it’s something that’s gonna screw us for weeks.”

jungwon, who had been walking silently behind, slipped his holo-pad into his jacket, joining the group with his usual calm, but you caught the way his eyes flicked to you for a moment, like he was gauging your reaction. “maybe they’re sending us home early,” he joked, though his voice was edged with something darker, like even he didn’t believe his own words.

“yeah, right,” sunghoon muttered, clearly not in the mood. “in your dreams, jungwon.”

the tension was thick enough to cut through as you all stepped into the command deck. it felt like heading into a goddamn spacewalk—no tether, just the vast, cold unknown ahead.

heeseung was already at the controls, fingers hovering over the panel like he could feel the tension coming through the damn console. you grabbed the nearest handrail, grounding yourself. things felt off, and you weren’t sure why.

the screen flickered to life, and director park’s face appeared, colder than usual. no smiles, no pleasantries—just straight to the point. “moonstruck crew, we’ve got a situation.” his voice was clipped, professional, but you could tell by the look in his eyes this wasn’t going to be good. “the solar flares we’ve been tracking are escalating.”

jake leaned in beside you, muttering under his breath, “fuck. here it comes.”

park’s voice pressed on, the severity of the situation sinking in with every word. “the flares are causing massive disruptions in our satellite systems. communication relays are going dark, and we’re seeing more anomalies than we can manage.”

“how bad?” sunghoon’s voice cut through the silence, the tension in his posture making it clear he didn’t want bullshit.

park didn’t flinch. “bad enough that we’re preparing for the possibility of losing comms with you entirely. we’re working on solutions, but if things continue at this rate...”

jungwon, who had been silent, gripped the handrail beside you, his knuckles white. “what’s the plan if comms go dark?”

park’s face hardened slightly, but his words carried the weight of what he wasn’t saying. “if comms fail completely, you’re to operate autonomously. same mission parameters. keep the station operational, gather data, and manage any onboard emergencies.”

that word—autonomously—hung in the air like dead weight. you’d trained for this, sure, but knowing you could be completely cut off from earth? that shit hi

jake’s voice was low, barely above a whisper. “autonomously? that’s just a fancy way of saying we’re fucked.”

you didn’t respond, trying to focus on what park was saying, but your mind was spinning. the station was okay—livable, sure—but the entire crew had been counting down the days to go home, expecting to leave this floating tin can behind in a week. now this?

heeseung, ever the level-headed commander, spoke up, though the tension in his voice was clear. “how long are we talking for comms disruption?”

park’s answer was grim. “it’s unpredictable. prepare for the worst.”

the air in the command deck felt thinner, the silence stretching on as you all processed what that could mean. the silence stretched thin, like the air was getting sucked out of the room. you could feel it—the weight of what was about to come next. you glanced at heeseung, and for a moment, his usual unreadable expression cracked, just slightly.

“there’s more,” park continued, his voice dropping, tension thickening with each word. “due to the solar activity, we’re extending your mission by six months, maybe even longer depending on how this situation develops.”

six. fucking. months.

the room went dead silent, the weight of the news hitting like a meteor impact—sudden, brutal, and impossible to ignore. six more months in this goddamn floating tin can, with only the crew and the tension that had been building for weeks.

jake was the first to speak, muttering a curse under his breath, his disbelief clear. “six fucking months? are you serious?”

sunghoon, usually composed, looked visibly rattled. “that’s... a lot. how are we supposed to handle that?”

jay’s voice was low, like he was still processing it, trying to make sense of what park had just said. “this is so fucked. we were supposed to be out of here in a week.”

jungwon’s hand tightened on the handrail, knuckles turning white. “six months? you’re asking for more than just an extension. this is going to fuck with all of us.”

park’s voice softened, but the urgency never left. “i know it’s a lot to take in, but you’re the best crew for this. you’ve been trained to handle high-pressure environments. the station’s livable, yes, and you have everything you need to survive up there. we’ve accounted for every contingency.”

jake scoffed, shaking his head. “livable? sure, for the short term, maybe. but six months? have you ever been up here, park?”

sunghoon added, his voice more frustrated. “the showers barely work half the time, the recycling system is always on the fritz, and we’re running on supplies that are stretched thin. we weren’t built for long-term isolation like this. not in a space this small.”

jay chimed in, crossing his arms, his frustration clear. “and the mental strain is real. sure, we’ve got the simulation pods, but they’re fucking inaccessible half the time. and yeah, we’ve got a gym and a greenhouse, but it’s not enough.”

his words hung in the air, the truth of it sinking in. the pods, meant to simulate different environments, had been glitching for weeks. the gym felt claustrophobic, and the greenhouse, while functional, was no replacement for real sunlight or fresh air. everything was a poor imitation of the outside world.

you glanced around the room, feeling the weight of their words. they were right. sure, the station was technically livable, but it wasn’t built for long-term comfort. the walls were cold metal, the air always felt too thin, and the hum of the station’s machinery never stopped. it was like living in the belly of a beast that never slept. and there was no real privacy. you could hear every breath, every sigh, every murmur from your crewmates. even when you were alone, you never felt alone.

park remained composed, but there was an edge in his voice now. “i understand your concerns, but this mission is critical. the solar flares are causing anomalies that we can’t monitor from earth alone. you’re our eyes and ears out there. without you, we’re blind.”

sunghoon leaned against the wall, his voice low but sharp. “we’ve been holding it together, barely. the systems are breaking down. the food’s already shit, the recycling filters are running on fumes, and we’ve had more malfunctions in the last few weeks than i can count.”

he motioned toward jake, the station’s engineer, who had been pacing the room, his jaw clenched. “jake’s been patching things up with duct tape and prayers. we’re hanging on by a thread here.”

jake stopped, crossing his arms, his frustration palpable. “yeah, and there’s only so much i can do. half of these systems were designed for short-term use. long-term? they’re falling apart, and if something critical goes down—” he paused, shaking his head. “it won’t be a fucking quick fix. if the oxygen recyclers or water filtration systems fail, we’re done. no one’s making it out of here.”

jay nodded, adding to the frustration. “and what happens if something does go wrong? if we lose a critical system or something fails? you want us to keep patching things up with duct tape and good intentions?”

park sighed, clearly trying to remain diplomatic. “we’ve sent additional supplies, and we’re working on increasing your resources. you’re the most trained crew we have for this type of mission, and we believe in your ability to handle the situation. we’re also increasing mental health check-ins to ensure everyone’s stability.”

jungwon, standing quietly near the edge of the group, was silently fuming. as the station’s medic, he had seen the toll this mission was taking on everyone—mentally and physically.

the gym might give the illusion that everyone was staying strong, looking like they spent every hour working out, but he knew the truth. their health was deteriorating. the recycled air, the lack of sunlight, the poor rations—it was all starting to wear them down in ways that weren’t immediately obvious.

jungwon scoffed, his grip on the handrail tightening. “mental health check-ins? you think that’s going to keep us from going crazy up here? it’s not that simple, and you know it.”

heeseung, who had been silent until now, finally spoke up, his voice calm but laced with frustration. “director, we get that this mission is important. we understand the stakes. but you’re asking us to survive in conditions that are barely sustainable. you can’t just push us into six more months without considering the toll this will take—on the station, and on us.”

park’s voice softened further, but the urgency never left. “i understand. i do. but right now, there’s no option to pull you out. the solar activity makes it impossible. we’re doing everything we can to support you, but the reality is, you’re the only ones who can monitor this situation. we can’t afford to lose that data.”

jake let out a bitter laugh. “so we’re just supposed to tough it out, huh? keep collecting your data while we go stir-crazy up here.”

sunghoon rubbed his temples, clearly exhausted by the conversation. “what’s the backup plan then? if something goes wrong, if someone reaches their breaking point, what then? what’s your contingency for when this station becomes a ticking time bomb?”

park paused for a moment, his voice steady but not without empathy. “if things escalate, we’ll do everything in our power to help remotely. but right now, pulling you out isn’t an option. i understand your frustrations, but this mission is critical. i need all of you to stay focused and work together. we’re depending on you.”

the silence that followed was heavy. six months—or more—trapped in this tin can, with no real backup, no escape plan. you looked at the others—jake, pacing, his hands clenched into fists; sunghoon, leaning back with a deep sigh; jay, arms crossed, staring at the ground like he couldn’t even process what was happening. and jungwon, his calm exterior cracking, his knuckles still white from gripping the handrail.

heeseung finally spoke again, his voice steady, though you could hear the frustration beneath the surface. “we’ll make the adjustments. but we need more than promises. we need to know hq is working around the clock to get us out of here as soon as possible.”

park nodded. “understood. i’ll relay your concerns to the team. stay strong, moonstruck crew. we’re with you.”

the screen flickered off, leaving the room in an oppressive silence, the weight of those extra six months hanging over everyone like a dark cloud. you couldn't even speak, you stayed mute, but the reality of it all sank in.

sure, life on moonstruck wasn’t bad—not by space standards. the technology was cutting-edge, the station a marvel of human ingenuity. it wasn’t like the old days when being in space felt like living in a glorified metal box with freeze-dried food and endless isolation. they had advanced systems, better equipment, and theoretically, with the right resources, people could live up here for extended periods. hell, some scientists even argued they could live indefinitely.

but no matter how good things seemed, the world up here still felt too fucking small. the constant hum of machinery, the artificial light cycles, the recycled air—it all pressed down on you, making the station feel like a cage. and it was still dangerous, despite all the advancements. it all relied on the station’s materials holding up and the crew not losing their minds in the process. one critical system failure, one breakdown in the wrong area, and everything could go to shit fast.

but it was the little things that got to you. the urge to hang out with friends, to grab a drink at a bar, to feel the grass under your feet. the constant artificial gravity was great and all, but nothing compared to the feeling of being grounded—literally. you missed the sound of the wind, the way it rustled through trees, the sun warming your face. six months of the same sterile environment, with the same faces, the same endless tasks. there was no escape, no break. not even a weekend to fucking decompress.

even the smallest interactions with normal life felt like a distant memory. you missed your neighbors, the weird small talk you used to have when you bumped into each other on the way to the store.

you missed being able to disconnect, to get away from it all. up here, everything was work. there was no vacation. no breaks. you couldn’t just take a day off to do nothing or have a spontaneous hangout. it was all regulated, down to the very last minute. sure, you were living “great” compared to the early days of space exploration, but that didn’t change the fact that you felt trapped.

and the tension? that was another beast altogether. you could see it in the way the others shifted, their eyes glancing at you, at each other. it wasn’t just the mission anymore—it was personal. the walls of this place felt smaller with each passing day, and with six more months added, the edges were starting to blur.

and you were 100% sure that everyone was feeling the exact same thing.

you could see it in their eyes, the way they avoided each other’s gaze, the way their movements had become more tense, more deliberate. the unspoken frustration was practically suffocating. six more months in this metal cage, with nothing but endless routines and tight schedules, and everyone’s patience was hanging by a thread.

it wasn’t just about missing normal life—it was about the lives they’d left behind. you weren’t the only one who had things waiting back on earth. every single one of them had something—someone—that made their time in space feel like a fucking sacrifice. jake, always talking about wild parties, family, his friends back home, the endless nights of fun. jay, who used to live for adventure, had an entire life built around freedom, spontaneity, and chasing the thrill of life. you couldn’t even begin to imagine how much he missed it all.

sunghoon, with his cool, collected exterior, probably had a circle of people that kept things light, kept things fun. the kind of guy who had it all laid out for him back on earth, able to enjoy whatever the hell he wanted—no limits, no fucking mission weighing him down. and heeseung? he might have been the steady commander up here, but back on earth, he probably had everything under control in ways that didn’t involve space suits and daily checklists. the kind of life where people admired him, looked up to him. and now, here, that meant jack shit.

jungwon was the mystery, but even he couldn’t be immune. nobody could survive this kind of isolation and pressure without feeling the weight of what they’d given up. they all had incredible lives back home—lives filled with excitement, freedom, and people who probably missed the hell out of them. fun times, late nights, stupid laughter. a world that didn’t revolve around mission objectives and the cold vacuum of space.

six more months of this, and none of you would be the same. there was a reason none of you talked much about earth anymore—hell, it wasn’t like anyone needed to ask. you all knew. bringing up the life you left behind, the freedom you once had, would only make the weight of this place heavier. everyone missed it—missed their lives, their people, the things that made everything feel less suffocating. but talking about it? that would just rip open the wound.

so, you avoided it, every single one of you. it was easier to stay absorbed in this tiny, artificial world that had been built around you, where everything revolved around mission objectives and survival. it kept you busy, kept you from spiraling. you clung to your roles, routines, schedules—anything that distracted from the gnawing ache that life outside this tin can felt like a distant memory. even the smallest reminder of earth would hit like a punch to the gut.

there were nights—long, silent ones—where you could feel everyone wrestling with the same thoughts, the same longing for what they’d left behind. but no one talked about it, because what was the point?

the truth was, you weren’t just missing earth. you were missing yourselves—who you were before this mission swallowed you whole. six more months felt like a lifetime.

heeseung was the first to break the silence, his voice calm but heavy with the weight of leadership. “you heard him. jake, run a full systems check. jay, recalibrate the data streams and make sure we’re getting accurate readings. sunghoon, adjust the navigation plans in case we need to change course. jungwon, inventory the medical and ration supplies. we need to know exactly what we have left.”

then his eyes landed on you. for a brief moment, they softened, a flicker of concern flashing before his usual stern expression returned. “and you,” he said, his tone firm, “start analyzing the incoming data for any anomalies. we need to stay ahead of this.”

as you nodded, already preparing to dive into your work, heeseung paused, his gaze lingering a little longer. “you okay, y/n? you’ve been quiet.”

his question caught you off guard, but it wasn’t just him noticing. the others glanced your way, their attention breaking from the task at hand. the air was thick with tension, and everyone had been caught up in their own frustrations and worries, but now, the focus was briefly on you.

you took a breath, feeling the weight of the moment. "yeah, just... processing," you replied, offering a small smile, though you weren't sure if it convinced anyone.

heeseung studied you for a moment, his eyes narrowing slightly, like he was weighing whether to press further. but then, he gave a short nod, accepting your response for now. "alright. if anything feels off, speak up."

the others shifted back into their tasks, though you could still feel their glances lingering, especially jake, who had stopped pacing and was now watching you with a mix of concern and curiosity.

"yeah, if you need to vent, we're all stuck in this tin can together," jake added with a smirk, though the attempt at humor felt half-hearted. his eyes softened after the joke, his usual bravado slipping for a second. "seriously, though. you good?"

sunghoon grunted from where he was adjusting the navigation controls. "we're all a little off. six months of this shit... anyone would be.”

jay glanced up from his station, recalibrating the data streams. “yeah, y/n, don't let the weight of this mission get to you. we’ve made it this far. we can handle it.”

jungwon, who had been quiet while organizing medical supplies, looked up, his usual calm demeanor masking whatever thoughts were running through his head. “take it easy,” he said softly, his tone gentler than the others. “don’t let it build up.”

you appreciated their concern, but you knew they were all struggling in their own ways. everyone was dealing with the looming pressure of the extended mission. and now, you were expected to push forward like nothing had changed, but everything had changed. six more months felt like an eternity up here, no matter how advanced the station was.

“i’m fine, really,” you replied, more confidently this time, trying to shake off the tension in the room. “just need to focus on the data. let’s get through this.”

heeseung gave you one last look before turning back to the command panel. “good. because we're going to need everyone at their best.”

the rest of the crew nodded in agreement, but the atmosphere in the room remained heavy. they all went back to their tasks, the sound of beeping consoles and quiet murmurs filling the space once again.

after hours of working in tense silence, the crew finally called it a day. the command deck felt suffocating, so everyone silently migrated to the common room—the one place on the station that still felt somewhat comfortable. it was small but functional—basic chairs, a table in the middle, and a view of the stars that stretched endlessly through a nearby viewport. it wasn’t much, but it was the closest thing to a break they could get.

everyone settled in. sunghoon dropped into a chair with a frustrated sigh, running a hand through his hair. “i don’t care what park says—this is a goddamn prison sentence.”

jay leaned back in his seat, eyes half-closed as he massaged his temples. “no shit. we’re supposed to be monitoring anomalies, not testing how long it takes for us to lose it up here.” he let out a low, bitter laugh. “we’re stuck playing scientists in a tin can while hq watches us like rats in a maze.”

jake, sprawled out on the small couch, smirked. “at least rats get cheese. all we’ve got is freeze-dried crap and those ancient-ass board games they sent us.” he motioned to the shelf in the corner of the room, where a stack of old, beat-up games sat collecting dust. monopoly, chess, even a deck of cards that looked like it’d been shuffled a thousand times.

“seriously, who the hell sent monopoly? it’s like they want us to hate each other.”

jungwon chuckled from his spot near the viewport, the stars reflecting in his eyes. “you thought the mission extension was bad—try losing your entire empire because someone landed on your hotel.”

jay snorted, shaking his head. “if that’s the best hq can offer to keep us sane, we’re screwed.”

you sat at the table, staring at the games, a small smile tugging at your lips despite the weight of the situation. “they couldn’t even send anything new? these are older than all of us combined. who still plays monopoly?”

sunghoon grumbled, crossing his arms. “i’d rather stare at the stars than lose my mind playing some ancient game.”

jake rolled his eyes. “hey, don’t knock it till you’ve tried it. it’s better than nothing. besides, what else are we gonna do? stare at each other for six more months?”

jungwon, still gazing out the viewport, spoke up, his voice thoughtful. “it’s not just the boredom. it’s everything and i cannot stress this enough—the routine, the isolation, the food, the lack of real sunlight. it’s all starting to take its toll. we can joke about board games, but we need more than that to keep it together.”

heeseung, leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, nodded. “jungwon’s right. the mission’s important, but we’re going to have to make sure no one cracks under the pressure.”

jay shrugged, looking over at the stack of games. “guess we better get used to those ‘ancient’ games then. might be all that stands between us and losing it.”

jake laughed, shaking his head. “if monopoly’s our only shot at sanity, we’re in deep shit.”

“maybe it won’t be so bad,” you said, trying to keep the mood light. “i mean, we’ve got stars, shitty coffee, and monopoly. what more could we ask for?”

“a way off this station,” sunghoon muttered, rubbing the back of his neck.

the idea that at any moment, everything could come crashing down was a fear none of them could shake, no matter how much training they had. sure, they had prepared for this, trained for every conceivable scenario. but no amount of preparation could erase the primal fear of dying in space—the most isolated, unforgiving place imaginable.

it was silent for a moment as they all seemed to realize the gravity of their situation. their gazes drifted toward you, sitting quietly by the viewport, staring out into the endless void. the stars, distant and indifferent, reflected in your eyes. you were a reminder of something real in the midst of all this emptiness. and it hit them all at once—they were royally fucked.

jake, sunghoon, jay, jungwon, and heeseung—each of them felt it. the thought gnawed at the back of their minds, the fear that the station could fail, that one malfunction could spell the end for all of them. dying in space wasn’t like any other death. it was cold, slow, painful. the idea of suffocating in the void, with no one to save them, sent a chill down their spines.

but it wasn’t just the fear of the station failing that weighed on them. it was you.

you were sitting there, oblivious to the way they were all watching you. your presence had become both a lifeline and a source of complication. you were what kept them sane, gave them something to focus on besides the crushing monotony and the constant threat of death in space.

they all stared at each other, then back at you. the tension had always been there, but now, with the mission extended, the cracks were starting to show. you weren’t just a crewmate. your presence was something that grounded them, kept them tethered to reality. but it was also a source of distraction, a reminder of things they couldn’t have.

jake shifted in his seat, trying to break the tension with his usual cocky grin. “so… anyone up for a round of monopoly?” he said, his voice light but with just enough edge to suggest he wasn’t entirely kidding. no one laughed, but the tension broke just slightly as heeseung shook his head with a smirk.

“god, jake, of all the ways to torture us…” heeseung muttered, leaning back against the wall.

jay, on the other hand, sat up straight, cracking his knuckles with a grin. “you know what? i’d rather deal with monopoly than sit here feeling like we’re all doomed. at least i can bankrupt you guys and call it a victory.” he glanced at you briefly, then quickly looked away, his smile faltering for just a second before he shrugged. “but it’s getting harder.”

you turned away from the viewport, catching the tail end of the conversation, your eyes flicking between the guys, sensing something more beneath the surface of their banter. “what’s getting harder?” you asked, your voice steady, but a hint of curiosity slipped through.

“my dick,” jay said, barely suppressing a smirk. the room went dead quiet, the tension thick as his eyes flickered between you and the others. for a second, it was like no one could believe what he had just said.

then jake snorted, breaking the silence, a grin spreading across his face. “jesus christ, jay,” he said, shaking his head in disbelief, though the corners of his mouth were twitching with amusement.

heeseung, leaning against the wall, couldn’t help but chuckle, though he tried to cover it with a cough. “man, you really had to go there, didn’t you?”

sunghoon let out a low groan, rubbing his temples. “we’re losing it already. it’s been, what, a few hours since the mission got extended? this is gonna be a long six months.”

jay, still smirking, raised his hands in mock defense. “hey, i’m just saying what everyone’s thinking.”

you blinked, momentarily thrown off by his comment, but then the absurdity of the situation hit you, and before you could stop yourself, a laugh bubbled up from your chest. it wasn’t just jay’s crass remark—it was everything. the tension, the pressure, the ridiculousness of being stuck in a space station with no real escape. somehow, laughing felt like the only thing that made sense right now.

“well, at least someone’s honest,” you said, trying to stifle the laughter but failing.

jungwon, who had been quiet in his seat, shook his head, a faint smile tugging at his lips. “we’re doomed,” he muttered, though there was a trace of amusement in his voice. "completely doomed.”

the tension in the room finally seemed to break, the absurdity of the moment lightening the weight that had been pressing down on all of you.

it had been a few weeks since the announcement, and honestly, everyone had settled back into the routine. but the tension, that underlying current of frustration, isolation, and desire, was always there—just beneath the surface. the close quarters, the monotony of work, and the impossibility of real privacy made it harder to ignore the weight of being stuck up here together for six more months.

conversations had gotten more pointed, more loaded with subtext. no one said it outright, but it was clear that everyone was feeling it. little moments became bigger than they should’ve been—brushing past each other in the hallways, stolen glances across the command deck, lingering touches that felt too casual to be casual.

that’s why, as you stood at your station reviewing the latest data, it didn’t surprise you when jake sidled up beside you. his voice was low, teasing but with that same underlying edge that had crept into all your interactions lately.

“so, what’s your read on heeseung?” he asked, his tone almost playful, but there was something more there. “you always seem to know what’s going on with him before the rest of us.”

the conversation didn’t come out of nowhere. tension had been building between heeseung and the rest of the crew for days. he was the leader, sure, but his quiet demeanor had turned into something more unreadable lately. the others had started noticing it too—the way he seemed distant, more focused, like he was carrying the weight of this mission alone. and maybe, in a way, he was. but jake, ever the one to push boundaries, wasn’t content to leave it unspoken.

you smirked, not missing the competitive edge in jake’s tone. “i just pay attention,” you replied coolly.

the room went quiet for a beat, your words hanging in the air like a challenge. jay, who had been lazily flipping through his data stream, suddenly looked at you with new intensity, his usual lighthearted expression slipping for a moment. even sunghoon, who had been running system diagnostics nearby, paused, glancing over at you with a raised eyebrow, clearly impressed.

it wasn’t lost on anyone that your dynamic with heeseung had shifted in recent weeks. whether it was because of the pressure, the isolation, or something else entirely, no one could say for sure. but they noticed. heeseung had been watching you more closely, leaning on you for decisions that seemed to go beyond the scope of your role. and you? well, you couldn’t deny that there was something magnetic about him—the quiet control, the unspoken intensity.

jake leaned in a little closer, his smirk widening. “you sure it’s just ‘paying attention’? feels like there’s more going on there.”

you rolled your eyes, though your heart skipped a beat at the suggestion. “jake, not everything is a competition.”

“maybe not,” he said, shrugging casually, though his eyes flicked to heeseung’s empty chair, “but it’s more fun when it is.”

sunghoon, ever the observer, chimed in, his voice low but amused. “he’s not wrong, though. you seem to have a pretty good read on him. better than the rest of us.”

“he’s not easy to read,” jay finally said, his voice more serious than before. “doesn’t let much slip.”

“he doesn’t have to,” you said, glancing toward where heeseung had been standing moments before. “he’s good at hiding things, but if you watch close enough, you’ll see what he’s trying not to show.”

jake raised an eyebrow, clearly intrigued but trying to keep it casual. “yeah? and what’s he hiding right now?”

you shrugged, keeping it vague but knowing full well the answer. “a lot of weight. he’s the one who has to hold everything together when shit goes sideways. doesn’t mean he isn’t feeling it too.”

there was a pause, and the others were watching you now, subtle but noticeable. they didn’t expect you to be this observant, to have picked up so much about their dynamic.

it wasn’t like you were an outsider anymore, but the fact that you could read between the lines—could get a read on heeseung of all people—that was what got to them.

jay’s smirk had all but disappeared, his gaze flickering between you and jake, like he was reassessing the situation. jungwon, who normally wore that smug, knowing smile, was surprisingly quiet, eyes narrowed as he processed your words. even sunghoon, who always played it cool, looked a little rattled.

jay let out a low whistle, shaking his head with a smirk. “shit, you really do have us all figured out, don’t you?”

you grinned, keeping your tone light but teasing. “maybe. or maybe i’m just good at pretending.”

jungwon, who had been quiet for most of the conversation, finally spoke up, though his tone was measured and careful, like he didn’t want to give too much away. “you’ve always been observant. it’s one of the reasons you’re here, right?”

there was no flirtatious edge to his voice, nothing that hinted at anything more, but you could see the way his eyes lingered on you for just a moment too long before he looked away, his smirk fading into something more serious.

you shot him a look, your grin widening just a little. “never said i wasn’t paying attention.”

the air in the room shifted. it felt like they were all starting to realize just how much attention you had been paying to each of them, and not just to the obvious stuff either. the subtle looks, the way they held themselves when they thought no one was watching, the quiet moments when they let their guard down. and somehow, that made them see you in a new light.

the fact that you could read them so well wasn’t just impressive—it was incredibly attractive. fucking intelligent and sexy, and you could feel the change in the way they were looking at you.

they exchanged glances, small, almost imperceptible nods of approval, you were someone who kept them on their toes, someone who saw more than they let on. and that? that was dangerous, in the best way possible.

jake leaned in closer, his voice dropping low enough so only you could hear. “so, what do you think heeseung’s next move is?” his breath brushed against your ear, and though his tone was casual, there was an undercurrent of competition—like he was testing you, wanting to see just how sharp your observations really were.

you smirked, not missing a beat. “he’s going to keep the pressure on, try to make it seem like everything’s fine. but he’s close to breaking. give it a few days, and you’ll see him crack.”

jake raised an eyebrow, impressed but not ready to let you off that easily. “you really think you’ve got him figured out, huh?”

“oh, i know it,” you whispered back, leaning in just enough to match his energy. “watch and learn.”

jake chuckled under his breath, shaking his head but clearly intrigued. “we’ll see.”

as you straightened up, ready to walk toward heeseung, jake leaned in, his voice low and teasing, but laced with genuine curiosity. “what are you gonna do?” he asked, his eyes following your every move.

honestly, you didn’t know. your plan, if you even had one, felt shaky at best. part of you wanted to push heeseung, to see if you could make him crack, but then doubt crept in. what if it backfires?

heeseung was so good at keeping his cool, always composed even when the pressure was unbearable. still, the way he’d been holding himself lately, like he was barely keeping it together, made you think that if anyone could get a reaction out of him, it might be you.

your heart raced as you considered your options. flirting? yeah, that might piss him off. but would that be such a bad thing? maybe you wanted to see what he’d do if you pushed him just a little too far. hell, it wasn’t like you had a better idea.

you shot jake a knowing glance, not bothering to answer as you made your way toward heeseung’s station. the silence in the room felt thick, charged with anticipation.

you could feel everyone’s eyes on you, their curiosity palpable. jungwon, jay, and sunghoon all exchanged glances, clearly wondering what the hell you were planning. even jake, always ready with a joke, was unusually quiet as he watched you approach.

heeseung was barely keeping it together. he was focused on his console, fingers flying over the controls as he reviewed data, his posture tense. he hadn’t noticed you yet, too wrapped up in his work—or maybe just too good at pretending not to notice.

you stopped just short of his station, taking a deep breath before leaning in slightly, your voice soft but deliberate. “everything okay over here, commander?”

heeseung didn’t look up, his jaw tight as he responded. “fine. just keeping things in line.”

you tilted your head, stepping a little closer, your heart pounding. fuck it, here goes nothing.

“you sure about that? you look like you’re ready to blow.” the words were out before you could second-guess yourself, the teasing tone more daring than you’d intended.

shit, why’d you have to say that? his mind raced, heart pounding in his chest. you had no idea what you were doing to him. no fucking idea how close he was to snapping, not just from the mission, but from the way you made him feel. the way his body reacted to every word you said, every time you looked at him like that. and right now? fuck, he was hanging by a thread.

"what are you getting at?" heeseung managed to say, his voice steadier than he felt. he was trying to keep his cool, but fuck, your presence was throwing him off balance. he didn’t need this right now. didn’t need you making him feel things when all he wanted was to keep the damn station running and his emotions in check.

heeseung finally looked up, his eyes locking onto yours, and for a split second, you saw it—a flicker of something darker, more intense. but just as quickly, it was gone, his expression hardening again.

but before you could push him further, an alert blared through the station. the sudden, shrill sound cut through the tension like a knife. the crew jumped into action, immediately gathering around the central console as the error message flashed across the screen.

warning: pressure threshold exceeded in sector 4. immediate attention required.

heeseung’s expression hardened, his jaw clenched as he processed the information. you saw the shift in him—gone was the cool, calm commander, he moved quickly to the console, his fingers flying over the controls as he tried to get more information.

“sector 4? that’s not supposed to be under strain right now,” sunghoon muttered, his tone sharp.

jay was already analyzing the data streams. “it’s a sensor malfunction… or worse, a real breach.”

“fuck,” jungwon added under his breath, his usual calm slipping.

heeseung’s movements grew more erratic as he tried to troubleshoot the issue, but nothing was working. the error message kept flashing, the pressure levels rising dangerously in sector 4. frustration was boiling over, and you could feel it in the air.

“goddammit,” heeseung growled, slamming his fist down on the console with a loud crack.

the entire room froze.

the force of his punch broke one of the buttons clean off, sending it flying across the console. for a second, no one moved, all eyes on heeseung as his chest heaved, the tension spilling out in a rare, explosive moment of anger.

the sound of the button clattering to the floor was the only thing breaking the silence.

heeseung stood there for a moment, staring at the console, the broken button lying pathetically on the floor. his hand was still clenched in a fist, knuckles white. you could see the strain in his expression, the way he was struggling to pull himself back from the edge.

slowly, he exhaled, trying to regain control. his jaw tightened as he straightened up, forcing his voice to sound composed, though it was clear he was barely holding it together.

“fix it,” he said, his tone clipped and strained.

jake, who had been standing just a few feet away, raised an eyebrow. “fix what? the error or… your temper?” his smirk was back, but even he was treading carefully.

heeseung shot him a glare, though there was a flicker of humor behind the anger. “the button, jake. fix the damn button.”

jake let out a breath, shaking his head but smiling as he bent down to pick up the shattered piece of plastic. “you know, breaking things isn’t gonna help, commander. next time, maybe don’t punch the console.”

heeseung’s lips twitched, the tension easing just slightly. “just fix it.”

as jake crouched to start working on the damaged button, the rest of the crew slowly relaxed, the intensity of the moment dissolving into something almost… absurd. jay let out a low chuckle, leaning back in his chair.

“you really went for it, huh?” jay muttered, his voice low but amused. “didn’t know you had it in you.”

sunghoon smirked, crossing his arms. “better the console than one of us.”

heeseung shook his head, finally managing a faint smile. “you want to be next?”

you, still standing nearby, couldn’t help but laugh quietly at the exchange. it was an intense moment, but somehow, the humor in it lightened the mood. you glanced at jake, who was still fiddling with the broken button, and then at heeseung, who was now standing with his arms crossed, his attempt at composure just barely holding.

“what?” jake said, looking up at you with a grin. “you think you can do better?”

you rolled your eyes, but the smile never left your face. “just hurry up and fix it, jake.”

heeseung took a deep breath, shaking off the lingering frustration and straightening up. his shoulders relaxed slightly as he regained control, his usual composed demeanor sliding back into place. "and jake, once you're done with that, finish patching the system. i want that error cleared ASAP." his voice was firm but steady now, the edge of anger gone.

jake gave a mock salute, grinning as he worked on fixing the console. "on it, commander. try not to break anything else while i’m at it."

heeseung shot him a dry look but didn’t bother with a retort, his mind already shifting to what needed to be done next.

he scanned the room, making eye contact with each crew member, his tone taking on a new level of seriousness. "once the system’s back online, everyone meet in the common room. we need to talk."

you felt the weight of his words settle over the room. this wasn’t just a casual debrief. whatever heeseung had in mind, it was clearly something important.

“jay, monitor the pressure levels in sector 4. make sure we don’t have any more malfunctions like that,” heeseung continued, his voice low but authoritative.

“got it,” jay replied, already pulling up the necessary data streams, his earlier humor replaced by focus.

heeseung’s gaze flicked over to jungwon and sunghoon. “jungwon, run a full diagnostic on the medical equipment. make sure everything is in working order. sunghoon, double-check the navigation systems. i don’t want any surprises while we’re fixing this.”

“on it,” jungwon said, his calm demeanor returning as he moved to his station, though you caught a glimpse of concern in his eyes.

sunghoon nodded, already tapping away at his console. “navigation’s been stable, but i’ll make sure everything’s tight.”

heeseung took another deep breath, his hands briefly gripping the edge of the console as if to steady himself. then, his eyes landed on you. “i need you to finish the anomaly report. If there’s anything unusual, anything that looks even remotely off, flag it immediately.”

heeseung exhaled, pushing away from the console. “once we’re done here, meet in the common room. we need to talk through what’s coming next.”

with that, he turned on his heel and left the room, the tension following him like a shadow.

"well, shit," jay muttered, sinking heavily into one of the chairs in the common room. heeseung finally called them for a meeting, one long overdue, and in a way, everyone had been looking forward to it—hoping maybe it would mean things could shift, make the extension a little more bearable.

disappointment and exhaustion clung to every movement, and you could feel the pressure. heeseung was sick of it; you could tell by the way his foot tapped restlessly on the floor, something you rarely saw from him.

you slipped into your seat, feeling the uncomfortable cling of your uniform against your skin. everyone was stealing glances at you—quick, fleeting, but obvious enough to notice.

heeseung sat in the middle, trying to maintain his usual calm, but the tapping of his foot gave him away. "we need a plan," he finally said, his voice clipped, like every word took effort. "they didn’t give us much of a choice, but just following orders isn’t working anymore. we need to gain some control back." his gaze flicked toward you for a moment before settling back on the table, his posture sagging under the weight of the situation.

"eighteen fucking months," sunghoon grumbled, his fingers tapping against the table, frustration clearly bubbling beneath the surface. "twelve was already pushing it, but six more?" his eyes lingered on yours for a beat too long before looking away. "we’re all gonna lose our goddamn minds."

across from you, jake rolled that damn baseball between his fingers, the one he’d brought on board from earth, his constant anchor. his hand brushed yours as he reached for something, and the brief touch ignited a spark of heat between you. you couldn’t help but notice the way his eyes held yours for just a second longer than usual, that unspoken pull between you two bubbling up again.

he smirked, just a hint of it pulling at the corner of his mouth, before he leaned back. "plenty of time to figure out how to keep ourselves entertained." his tone was playful, but the frustration was undeniable, maybe even masking something darker.

jungwon, who had been quiet, crossed his arms and leaned back against the wall. "we can’t just coast through this. we need structure—something to focus on, or we’ll fall apart."

"if we don’t, we’ll all snap," jay said, his voice sharp, his eyes flicking toward you with something else lingering there—something heavier. "maybe even jump out the airlock."

the silence that followed was thick, everyone processing his words. the realization of how much time you’d all be stuck together on this godforsaken station weighed heavily on everyone.

"so what now?" jake asked, tossing the baseball between his hands. "what’s the big plan, commander?"

heeseung looked around the room, scanning each of you before he spoke again. "we start by taking control of what we can. routines, schedules, projects. we can’t control HQ, but we can control how we handle this."

sunghoon let out a slow breath, leaning back. "easier said than done."

"it’s gonna take more than just shift rotations," jake added, raising an eyebrow. "we’ve been up here long enough to know what pushes each other’s buttons. we need something real, something that’ll keep us from tearing each other apart."

"what are we thinking?" jay asked, rubbing his temples. "we can’t just wait for comms to drop and hope we hold it together."

"contingency plans," jungwon said, his voice steady, though there was an unease behind his eyes. "if comms go dark, we divide tasks, no mistakes. we’re in survival mode, not routine."

heeseung nodded, jotting something down on his holo-pad. "i’ll take station control. jake, you stay on engineering, make sure everything stays online. jay and y/n, you’re on data streams."

"and what about the mental side?" you cut in, leaning forward as the weight of the conversation pressed down on the room. "we’re not just talking about system failures. didn’t HQ say they were willing to give us everything we needed, and that they had their own contingency plans?"

jake scoffed, leaning back in his chair, rolling that baseball between his fingers. "yeah, their 'contingency plans'—more like they’ll deal with it when shit hits the fan. remember mr. park’s answer during the announcement? ‘stress indicators, we’ll do whatever we can remotely,’” jake mocked, his voice dripping with sarcasm. “fucking whatever."

sunghoon, usually one to stay composed, let out a low sigh, his voice heavier than usual. "they owe us more than just resupply missions if they’re going to keep us here."

“he’s right,” you said, breaking the silence. “let’s fast-track the request for those sim pods… whatever it takes to keep our heads straight."

sunghoon’s eyes flicked to you again, lingering a little longer this time. “yeah, extra time for physical... activity wouldn’t hurt.”

jungwon suddenly shot up out of his seat, making everyone turn to look at him. his eyes were wide with realization, like a light bulb had gone off in his head.

"wait, didn’t HQ put something in the mission manual about requesting extra supplies for extended stays? there’s a whole section on wellness kits. holy shit."

before anyone could respond, jungwon was already tearing through the shelves, scattering gear across the floor as he searched for the elusive manual.

"what the hell are you doing?" jay asked, half-annoyed, half-amused as he watched jungwon make a mess.

"looking for the fucking manual!" jungwon’s voice came from somewhere behind a pile of supplies, his excitement clear. "we need more than just rations and water, and I swear HQ wrote something about extended wellness."

sunghoon snorted, arms crossed, his gaze sharp. "you really think they’re gonna approve that?"

jungwon, always the optimist, finally stood up, holding a beat-up folder like he had just figured it all out. "if there is anything i'm certain about, its that HQ doesn’t want us cracking under the pressure. they need us operational, not losing our minds or they'll never get the data they need."

heeseung was already scribbling on his pad, eyes barely glancing up. "we’ll submit it. but don’t hold your breath. hq’s about keeping us alive, not comfortable."

jay leaned in, eyes locked on the manual. "we’re not asking for luxury. we’re asking to stay sane."

the air in the room thickened, jay’s words cutting through. this wasn’t just about surviving space—it was about surviving each other.

"maybe we can request better gym equipment," you suggested, trying to keep the conversation on track. "more time for workouts, something to burn off the tension."

jungwon nodded, flipping through the manual. "and psychological support. if HQ wants us functional, they need to send more than just food."

heeseung was writing faster now. "i’ll submit the request. until then, we stick to the routine. keep sharp, stay focused."

then, out of nowhere, jay piped up, deadpan. "think we can ask for porn?"

for a second, the room went dead silent. sunghoon, mid-sentence about rationing, let out a snort so loud it echoed. "you’re fucking kidding, right?"

"what? i’m serious," jay grinned, leaning back. "if we’re stuck up here for six more months, might as well keep the morale high."

"yeah, because HQ’s really gonna send us a porn subscription," you laughed, shaking your head.

sunghoon laughed harder, still shaking his head. "yeah, HQ would love that. ‘dear HQ, we’re requesting... supplies for morale. please send fleshlights.’"

the laughter exploded around the room, a much-needed break from the tension that had been suffocating everyone. for a moment, the air felt lighter.

"or toys," jay added, straight-faced. "dildos for the lady, vibrators... you know, the essentials."

"fuck off," sunghoon muttered, wiping tears from his eyes. "you’d probably submit that request too, wouldn’t you?"

the laughter was loud, but it was masking something deeper. everyone knew the humor was just a way to cope with the weight of everything—the stress, the isolation, the unspoken tension that was constantly bubbling beneath the surface.

"honestly though," jake said, his voice low, almost serious now. "we need something. anything to remind us we’re still human."

"or we’ll lose it," sunghoon agreed, his voice suddenly sober. the laughter had faded, the weight settling back in.

"maybe we could request movie nights," you suggested. "old classics, popcorn. like back on earth."

"popcorn? we’re lucky we even get decent fucking coffee," sunghoon shot back, still grinning but the humor wasn’t quite there anymore.

you leaned back in your chair, raising an eyebrow. "well, then i'm definitely putting in a request for a dildo."

the room erupted in laughter again, but this time, there was an edge to it. something darker, something lingering just beneath the surface. the heat in the room was rising, that familiar unspoken tension returning.

"as if we don’t already hear enough through these paper-thin walls," you added, voice teasing but biting just enough to get a reaction. knowing damn well on multiple occasions you'd heard them—grunts, moans, the sound of bodies against tile in the showers.

fuck, it's why everything was always fogged up after. the tension in the room spiked instantly, thickening like the humidity in those steamy moments. you could almost feel their unease, the way their gazes sharpened, daring you to say more.

jake leaned in, voice low, like he was pushing just to see how far you'd take it. "oh, we’ve heard you too. don’t think you’re so quiet either."

your pulse quickened, but you refused to let it show, raising an eyebrow instead. "is that so?"

"oh yeah," jake said, leaning back in his chair, that smug grin playing on his lips like he had the upper hand. "walls aren’t thick enough to hide everything, sweetheart."

you could feel every set of eyes on you, but you didn’t back down. "funny, because some of you sound like you want everyone to hear."

jay snorted, but there was a darker edge to it now, his grin holding something sharper. "that’s because some of us don’t mind if you listen."

"hell," sunghoon muttered, arms crossed, gaze fixed on you. "you seemed pretty into it last time. didn’t even try to drown us out."

your heart pounded, but you shot back smoothly, "wasn’t trying to."

for some reason, it didn’t feel like harmless flirting anymore—it felt like a challenge. everyone felt it. the frustration, the want, the constant pressure building in the room like a ticking bomb.

heeseung hadn’t said a word, but his silence was louder than anything. the way he stared at you, jaw clenched tight, his eyes smothering, like he was daring you to push further. it made your skin prickle, every inch of you aware of how intense he was without even opening his mouth.

sunghoon shifted in his seat, jaw locked, clearly uncomfortable with the way things were unfolding between you and jake. but he didn’t say a word, didn’t jump in.

he just watched, tension rolling off him like he was waiting for something to snap. jay, usually the one to lighten things up with a joke, was dead quiet too, his eyes narrowed, taking in every second of the exchange like he was studying it, waiting for the next move.

you stood slowly, feeling like you might’ve just made things a whole lot worse. shit, this was getting to you. and bad. your heart was pounding, your palms felt clammy. you broke eye contact with jake on purpose, dragging it out as if you were the one still in control, even though you weren’t so sure anymore.

"well, let’s hope HQ sends us something useful," you said, trying to inject some lightness into your voice, but it wasn’t fooling anyone. the tension was still thick, practically vibrating in the air. "i’m calling it a night."

the door barely clicked shut before sunghoon let out a breath, shaking his head, eyes still fixed on the spot where you’d just stood. "she’s totally fucking with us," he muttered, voice low but tight with frustration. "did you see that? deliberate provocation. i swear."

jay ran a hand through his hair, leaning back in his chair, a hint of a grin tugging at his lips but not quite reaching his eyes. "you think? that was more than just fucking around. she knew exactly what she was doing."

"no shit," sunghoon shot back, his voice strained. "i’m telling you, man. we’re all this close—" he held up his fingers, barely an inch apart—"to saying fuck the damn rules. who’s gonna last another six months with her around?"

heeseung, still quiet, finally spoke up, his voice low and steady, but the tension in it was undeniable. "rule three is fucking us all over. and you know it." his eyes flicked to jake, who had been oddly quiet throughout the entire exchange.

"well, shit," jake finally said, running a hand over his face. "i’m fucking pent up. that’s all i got." his tone was casual, but the weight behind his words was anything but. his eyes flicked toward the door you’d just walked through, his frustration clear as day.

then jake leaned back in his chair, a low, bitter laugh escaping him. "cause okay, fine." he straightened up, rubbing the back of his neck like even recalling it was enough to set him off.

"remember when she 'accidentally' spilled water all over herself? walked around for half the day in just her bra, like it was no big deal." his voice dropped, taking on a darker, frustrated edge as the memory played out in his mind—your soaked uniform sticking to every curve, your skin glistening under the ship’s harsh, sterile lighting. "swear to god, i almost busted right there."

jay let out a low whistle, shaking his head. "oh, i fucking remember. she acted like nothing was wrong, like it wasn’t driving all of us insane. that was no accident."

"she knows," jake continued, voice tight. "she fucking knows. and she’s doing it on purpose." he ran a hand through his hair, frustration thick in every movement. "i mean, who the hell just struts around in nothing but a bra for hours and pretends like it’s normal?"

every single one of them had that moment seared into their brains—a shared image that haunted them during their nights alone. professionalism had long since been thrown out the airlock. you’d been teasing them for months, pushing, baiting, playing with their heads just to see how far they’d go.

they were men, starved for any kind of real connection, trapped in this endless isolation with only you to fuel their frustrations. and you? you were having the time of your life, knowing exactly how to wind them up, knowing just how close to the edge they all were.

and you were the only woman in their universe.

every movement you made, every glance you threw, was calculated. you knew how to push their buttons—when to be coy, when to be bold. it was a game, one you were expertly playing, and they were your captive audience, hanging onto every shift of your hips, every subtle smile. you could feel the tension rising every time you walked into a room, the way their gazes would follow you like you were the only thing that mattered. because, to them, you were.

on this ship, isolated from the rest of the world, you were more than just a colleague—you were their obsession. their only distraction from the monotony, the only woman they could see, touch, fantasize about. they were unraveling, one by one, and you could feel it.

"don’t forget yoga day," jay added with a dark laugh. "jesus christ… those fucking leggings. bent over right in front of us, ass up in the air. she’s daring us to look. she fucking knows."

he leaned back in his chair, arms crossed, a smug grin stretching across his face. and he was right—you had to know they were staring, their eyes locked onto every curve, every move you made. but you never said a word. you just kept pushing, acting like you weren’t driving them all to the brink.

"she’s got us by the balls," sunghoon groaned, raking a hand through his hair. "and the worst part? we’re letting her. we’re fucking playing along, and she knows it."

but it wasn’t just that. they weren’t just letting you get away with it. they were playing back, each of them with their own strategy. they'd all tried to figure out what would make you crack, what would make you react. but the truth was, none of them realized just how far gone they already were.

"every time i help her with something, i’m just waiting for an excuse to get closer," jake confessed, his voice a mix of frustration and longing. "those fucking leggings… i’ve jerked off to that more times than I can count."

"and then there’s jungwon," jay smirked, flicking his gaze to the youngest of the group. "mr. saint over here, pretending like he’s all innocent. come on, man, we all know you’re just as fucked as the rest of us."

jungwon didn’t deny it. he just smirked, leaning back in his chair. "hey, someone’s gotta keep her guessing. the nice guy routine? it’s working."

sunghoon scoffed. "you really think she’s buying that 'innocent' act? she’s smarter than that. she can see through it from a mile away."

jungwon shrugged, unconcerned. "maybe. but it’s keeping her intrigued, and that’s all I care about. we’ve all got our ways of keeping her on the hook. some of us are just better at it."

jake rolled his eyes, the frustration clear on his face. "yeah, you’re lucky she’s into that whole 'nice guy' thing you’ve got going on. but we all know the truth—you’re as twisted as the rest of us."

jay leaned forward, his grin growing wider. "everyone’s got their angle. me? i’m going with the 'bad boy with a heart of gold' thing. act tough, but show her a softer side when it counts. trust me, it’s working."

"and I’m the laid-back, funny guy," jake chimed in, grinning. "makes her laugh, keeps things light. you know what they say—laughter’s the best aphrodisiac."

sunghoon chuckled darkly, shaking his head. "obviously it's the whole 'brooding and mysterious' thing that keeps her on edge. she can't fucking resist me."

jungwon raised an eyebrow, smirk tugging at his lips. "so what, we’re all just clichés now? good to know we’re not exactly original."

"whatever works," heeseung finally spoke, his voice calm but carrying enough weight to make the others shut up and listen. he had that way about him—didn’t need to say much, but when he did, everyone paid attention. "we’re stuck up here for another six months. doesn’t matter what game we’re playing—we’re all feeling it."

heeseung sighed, running a hand over his face, his frustration obvious. the tension in his posture was palpable as he recalled the moment from earlier, when you had stared him down, almost daring him to crack.

"shit," he muttered, the memory still vivid in his mind. "what the hell was that about earlier? i literally stay the fuck away from her because every time i see her, i wanna fuck her brains out. did one of you say something to her?"

the room was silent for a beat too long, and then all eyes slowly turned toward jake, who had been lounging in his chair like none of this was getting to him. but it was obvious, even to him, that he’d been the instigator, the one who pushed it a little further each time. he smirked, shrugging his shoulders like he couldn’t care less, but the tension in his posture gave him away.

"don’t look at me like that," jake muttered, running a hand through his hair. "yeah, maybe i’ve been fucking with her a little. wanted to see how much attention she was paying, you know? but i didn’t expect heeseung to crack the way he did."

heeseung shot him a glare, his jaw still tight. "you think this is funny?"

jake’s smirk faltered, and he sighed, leaning forward. "no, man, i’m serious. none of us thought you’d be the one to snap, not this soon." he looked around the room, finding some backup. "we were just trying to push her buttons, see how far she’d go."

"that’s exactly it," jay jumped in, rubbing the back of his neck. "we all wanted to know how much of this game she’s playing, how much she’s actually paying attention to. we didn’t expect it to hit you that hard."

sunghoon nodded, arms still crossed but his expression softening. "yeah, no one’s blaming you. shit, we’re all on edge. it just hit harder than we thought."

the room fell into a brief silence, the reality of their situation settling over them like a dark cloud. they weren’t just competing for your attention; they were trapped in the same hell, each of them fighting against their own desire, their own instincts. but none of them were backing down. not when it came to you.

jay leaned forward, his usual grin fading as his voice dropped, more serious now. "can i say something?"

immediately, the others exchanged looks, making exaggerated faces as if they were already annoyed. it was a thing they liked to do—teasing jay, especially when he got serious. there was no real heat behind it though; it was all playful, just their way of showing they cared without actually saying it.

"oh, here we go," sunghoon muttered, rolling his eyes with a smirk, while jungwon raised his eyebrows like he was preparing for some kind of lecture.

jake nudged jay, grinning, "go on, professor, enlighten us."

jay just sighed, knowing this was their usual bullshit. "you assholes." but he couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at the corners of his lips. it was their way of showing affection.

"honestly? i’m just glad it’s her," he continued, his voice shifting into something more genuine. "we could’ve been stuck up here with anyone, but we got y/n. smart as hell, sexy as fuck. makes this whole thing bearable."

"yeah," jake nodded, his expression softening as he thought about it. "being trapped in this tin can with her? it’s a fucking miracle, to be honest."

"or a curse," sunghoon muttered, though his tone lacked any real bitterness. "depends on how you look at it. hq knew what they were doing when they sent her up here with us."

jungwon grinned, eyes gleaming with mischief. "maybe they thought we’d be more productive with a little extra motivation."

jay chuckled. "well, mission accomplished. i’ve never been more motivated in my life."

jungwon leaned in, voice dropping, almost conspiratorial. "let’s be real. hq extended this mission. they owe us some kind of compensation. and i think we all know what we want."

"well, looks like we’re never gonna get what we want," sunghoon muttered darkly, running a hand through his hair, eyes still locked on the door you’d left through. "by the time we touch down, we’ll all be lucky if we don’t have fucking erectile dysfunction."

heeseung sighed, rubbing the back of his neck, the tension finally cracking through his usually composed front. "but how the hell are we supposed to get what we want? hq doesn’t give a shit about what we’re going through up here."

the room sank into a heavy silence, the weight of their situation settling back on them like a ton of bricks. they were all feeling it—the frustration, the helplessness. each one of them visibly resigned to the fact that the pressure was getting too intense to keep ignoring.

then, out of nowhere, sunghoon’s eyes lit up, like someone had flipped a switch in his head. he straightened up, practically buzzing with energy. "jungwon, you’re a fucking genius."

jungwon blinked, clearly caught off guard. "huh? what the hell did i say?"

sunghoon, grinning like a lunatic, plopped back down, scooting his chair closer to the group. “okay, listen—it might be a stretch, but remember what jungwon said earlier?”

heeseung nodded slowly, clearly not following. “yeah… that we’re not exactly original?”

sunghoon groaned, rolling his eyes, giving heeseung a playful shove, though there was a flicker of irritation behind it. “no, dumbass. i’m talking about the manual. you said we could request supplies, right? why don’t we get creative with our requests?”

jay nearly spit out his drink, laughing. “yeah, sure. ‘dear hq, please let us fuck y/n. sincerely, your horny, desperate crew.’ good fucking luck with that.”

the room erupted in laughter, the tension easing for a brief moment. but underneath the humor, they all knew there was some truth to what sunghoon was saying.

heeseung leaned back, crossing his arms, a smirk tugging at his lips. “jay’s got a point. we can’t just request something explicitly like that. but if we word it right, we might get something close.”

the laughter died down as they all realized how serious heeseung was.

sunghoon, who had been grinning moments before, blinked in shock. “wait. you’re serious?”

heeseung nodded, his expression sharp. “dead serious. rule three is bullshit. ‘no fraternization’ was fine when this mission was twelve months, but eighteen? we’re not machines. we’re fucking human. and i’m going to tell them exactly that. if they want us sharp, focused, and not sexually frustrated to the point where it fucks with our work, they’re going to have to drop the rule.”

the silence stretched, everyone absorbing what heeseung just said. it was a wild idea, but with how things had been going, they all knew that tension was growing unbearable. they weren’t sure if you’d go for it either, but the way things were headed? it didn’t seem like it would take too long before it got to everyone.

jake let out a low whistle, grinning. “you’re actually going to do it.”

heeseung shrugged. “it’s simple. i’ll put it in the report. we make it clear. this is about crew efficiency. rule three is hurting that.”

sunghoon let out a shaky laugh. “fuck. you might actually get away with it.”

“if hq wants us to stay functional,” heeseung replied, his tone dead serious, “they’ll drop the rule. if they don’t, they risk us cracking under the pressure. it’s their choice, but they’ve already screwed us once with this extension.”

jungwon finally leaned back, shaking his head in disbelief, but a grin tugged at his lips. “and what if they actually say yes?”

jake leaned in, grinning like a kid who just got away with something. “then we’ve got the green light, and i’m calling first dibs.”

heeseung rolled his eyes at jake but didn’t argue. “now that i think about it, i don’t think—" he hesitated, biting his thumbnail, his foot tapping against the floor. his mind was racing, and the reality of the situation hit him—this was a crazy idea. it sounded wild, but something in him had finally snapped.

"ah, fuck it. just leave it to me. i’ll make sure hq doesn’t know what hit them. i'm done. bad enough the mission got extended, but i don’t think i can handle not even getting a fucking touch out of her."

“shit, heeseung, that’s ballsy as fuck,” jake laughed, shaking his head in disbelief. “you’ve been the one keeping up that whole ‘fine line’ act this entire time. you’ve never even flirted with her once! how the hell are you gonna explain this to her? she’ll be shocked you’re the fucking instigator.”

heeseung just smirked, leaning back in his chair, finally allowing himself to enjoy the idea. “that’s the point. she won’t see it coming.”

jay raised an eyebrow, still half-smirking but clearly intrigued. “so, what? you’re gonna go from ‘strict commander’ to ‘hey, hq says we can fuck now, let’s break some rules’?”

heeseung’s grin widened slightly, his voice dropping to a lower, more confident tone. “nah, i’m not stupid. we’re not jumping from zero to one hundred. but it’s obvious she’s been pushing us, seeing how far we’ll go. she knows exactly what she’s doing.”

sunghoon snorted, shaking his head with a smirk. “still, man, you’ve kept your shit together for this long. you’ve been the one keeping everyone else in check. this is a big fucking swing.”

“exactly why it’ll work,” heeseung replied smoothly, his eyes flicking around the room. “you guys have been playing the obvious angles—flirting, teasing. i’ve been holding back. that’s what gets to her. she’s expecting one of you to make a move. not me.”

jake let out a low whistle, leaning back in his chair. “so you’re planning to drop that bomb on her, huh? just come out of nowhere?”

heeseung’s grin sharpened, his gaze locking onto jake. “when the timing’s right, yeah. but first, hq needs to give us the green light. i’m not about to go in unarmed.”

sunghoon leaned forward, clearly intrigued now. “you really think she’s gonna go for it?”

heeseung shrugged, but the smirk on his face didn’t waver. “dude, she’s curious. she’s not playing favorites. the only thing holding any of us back is that fucking rule.”

jake shook his head, the grin spreading across his face unmistakable. “you’ve really thought this through, huh?”

heeseung’s eyes flicked around the room, his voice dropping but steady. “we’re all in the same boat—extending this mission has made everything worse. they’ve put us in a pressure cooker. we’ve got needs, and i’m gonna make sure they realize rule three is more of a problem than a solution.”

sunghoon laughed, leaning back in his chair. “if you manage to pull this off, i’ll admit—this is some genius-level shit.”

jay nodded, his smirk returning. “alright, captain. if hq says yes, we’re behind you. just make sure you don’t scare her off with this shit.”

heeseung’s eyes gleamed with confidence. “don’t worry. i’ve got this under control. when it comes to her, it’s all about playing the long game.”

the guys kept the conversations going, their voices bouncing off the cold, metallic walls of the station, amplified in the stillness of space where time didn’t really mean anything. there was no day or night here, just an endless cycle of tasks, the artificial lights never dimming, only the hum of machinery and their voices breaking the monotony.

this was their downtime, the only chance to let off some of the tension that had been slowly suffocating them. and for a while now, you had been the center of that tension, feeding it like gasoline to a slow-burning fire.

the fucked-up camaraderie they’d built—sharing their thoughts about you like this—was a weird kind of bonding. they were men, stuck in space, starved for any kind of female presence, and here you were, pushing their buttons, teasing them.

at least they weren’t alone in this, all playing the same game, all fucked up in the same way. it made it easier to laugh about the situation, but the weight of their words wasn’t lost on anyone. it wasn’t exactly normal, but what was ‘normal’ anymore? not up here.

they laughed, cracked jokes, but deep down, there was that creeping thought—were they still sane? sitting here, casually talking about wanting to fuck the same girl like it was no big deal. they told themselves it was just lust, just cabin fever, and that they were men starved for any kind of release. you were the only woman in their orbit, so of course they’d all end up wanting you.

it was simple biology, right?

or maybe, being isolated for so long had warped their sense of reality. maybe living in this artificial bubble of constant tasks and forced restraint had twisted their heads. either way, none of them were ready to admit that this had gone beyond harmless fantasy. they weren’t just imagining it anymore—they were feeling it, deeper than they wanted to acknowledge.

jungwon leaned back, a wicked grin spreading across his face. “imagine her doing private ‘stress relief’ sessions. we could take turns, rotate shifts. that’d be a real morale boost.” his voice dripped with playful malice, but the way the others reacted—laughing, smirking—told him he wasn’t the only one who’d thought of it.

a chorus of ‘ohhs’ and chuckles filled the room, each of them nodding knowingly.

heeseung groaned, burying his face in his hands. “don’t even fucking start. i can feel my self-control slipping already.”

sunghoon’s eyes darkened, his voice carrying the weight of months of pent-up frustration. “seeing her in anything smaller than that uniform? fuck, that’s already enough of a dream. i wouldn’t last.”

the guys exchanged frustrated glances, the tension palpable now. they were all chasing the same thing, competing for the same prize. and they all knew it. but no one was backing down. not a chance.

jake, always the one to break the tension with humor, clapped his hands together. “alright, enough of this shit. we’ve still got a mission to finish, remember?”

jay scoffed, leaning back with a smirk. “yeah, but let’s be real—the real mission is seeing who gets to y/n first.”

sunghoon shot him a sharp look, his lips twitching into a grin. “oh, I'm definitely fucking her first.”

“in your fucking dreams, sunghoon,” jay shot back, shaking his head. “you don’t stand a chance.”

jungwon chuckled, rolling his eyes at their back-and-forth. “you guys are ridiculous.”

with that, the group started to break up, heading off to their quarters or back to whatever task needed doing. but the tension? the harsh truth was that it wasn’t going anywhere until someone did something about it.

so they will.

back in your quarters, you sat on the edge of your bed, running your fingers along the cold metal frame, feeling the low hum of the station vibrating beneath your skin. you could still hear their laughter echoing faintly through the thin walls.

they were probably talking about you. they always were, though they tried to hide it. you may not have known the specifics, but you’d heard enough—your “bra,” your “leggings.” all the signs were there.

it had been brewing for months now, and you were the one stirring the pot, feeding that slow-burning fire. there was something intoxicating about the power you held over them, how their eyes followed you with every step, how they hung on your every word. they were wound tight, like strings about to snap, and you had them wrapped around your little finger. the thrill of it, knowing you could push them further, was enough to keep you going.

you stretched out on the bed, closing your eyes, letting out a slow, controlled breath. but the heat still lingered under your skin. your body hummed with the tension, the same electric current that seemed to fill the air whenever you were around them. you weren’t immune to it. far from it. you craved it, the game, the push and pull, the thrill of knowing that at any moment, things could tip over the edge.

the coming days were going to test every boundary, every rule. you could feel it. they were getting closer, their patience wearing thin. soon, one of them would make a move, and when that happened? you weren’t sure if you’d be able to stop it.

but for now, you were still in control. and that’s exactly where you wanted to be.

you were playing with fire. and fuck, did it feel good.

as you stepped into the common room, you were blissfully unaware of the way their eyes followed every movement, the shared smirks, the glances exchanged. beneath their masks of casual normalcy was a barely-restrained hunger. it amused them to no end that you were completely in the dark about their thoughts, their plans. it made the game all the more exciting.

jake moved first, as he always did, his laid-back demeanor never quite hiding the heat in his eyes. he handed you a cup of coffee, his fingers brushing against yours, the touch lingering just a second longer than it needed to.

“morning,” he greeted casually, though his gaze told a different story.

“morning,” you replied, your smile teasing as you took the cup. “thanks, jake.”

jay, leaning against the table nearby, watched every movement you made, his eyes dark with something unspoken. “busy day ahead?” he asked, his voice laced with something raw beneath the casual words.

“always,” you replied, brushing past him intentionally. your arm grazed his, the contact sending a spark through the air. you noticed the slight hitch in his breath before he covered it with his usual smirk.

sunghoon appeared next, setting a report down beside you, leaning in close enough that you could feel the warmth of his breath against your neck. the sensation made you bite back a shiver.

“need a hand with this?” he asked, voice low, laden with innuendo. “i could stay late... help out.”

“i’ll let you know if i need you, sunghoon,” you replied smoothly, your words holding a meaning both of you understood. his grin widened, clearly enjoying the game.

and then there was heeseung. he didn’t approach you like the others. he stayed in the background, observing, but his eyes... his eyes were something else. dark, intense, burning with promises that remained unsaid. his thoughts weren’t innocent.

no, they were filled with images of you—bent over, gasping under him, his hands gripping your hips.

he could almost feel the heat of your skin, hear the sounds you'd make. he wanted to take you completely, to push you to the brink of exhaustion, to bury himself balls deep inside you until the only thing you could do was scream his name.

you caught his gaze from across the room, your heart quickening at the way he looked at you. there was something undeniably raw in his stare, you weren’t sure what it was, but it sent a thrill straight to your core.

“heeseung,” you called, keeping your voice steady despite the flutter in your chest. “any updates from hq about that report on the provisions?”

he blinked, pulling himself back to the present, his expression shifting to something more professional. “not yet,” he replied, though you could hear the excitement under his words. “but i’m sure we’ll hear back soon.”

later that day, the familiar hum of the ship was interrupted by an announcement crackling through the comm system. it was a tone you didn’t hear often—serious, urgent, summoning everyone to the conference room for an important briefing.

the boys exchanged quick glances, barely able to hide their excitement. they knew what this was about. you, however, were still in the dark.

as you all gathered in the room, the screen flickered to life, revealing director park from hq. his face was calm, composed, but there was something else in his eyes—a hint of amusement, maybe even mischief, as he addressed the crew.

“moonstruck crew,” park began, his voice authoritative. “we’ve reviewed your latest report regarding the requested provisions. i have to say, it’s... unconventional, but we understand the unique challenges of extended missions.”

the room went silent. you glanced at the guys, confusion starting to bubble up inside you. their faces gave nothing away, but there was a crack in their poker faces—something was up. they knew exactly what was coming. you, however, had no idea.

park continued, a slight smirk tugging at the corner of his lips. “hq understands the pressures you’re facing, the isolation, the strain. we take psychological and physical wellness very seriously. and, after careful consideration, we’ve decided to grant certain... accommodations.”

your confusion deepened. “accommodations?” you asked, cutting through the tension, your voice demanding an explanation.

park’s eyes lingered on you for a beat too long before he answered. “yes. accommodations. specifically, we’ve decided to void rule three—no fraternization. we believe that allowing some... flexibility will help maintain crew morale during these extended missions.”

the words hit you like a freight train. voiding rule three? fraternization? your heart skipped a beat as the weight of the situation began to sink in.

“hq has also included a new provision—a prototype contraceptive drug designed to prevent pregnancy. it’s been successfully tested, but there are certain precautions you’ll need to take during the first week. abstinence is advised until the drug takes full effect.”

your mind raced, trying to keep up with what you were hearing. they were approving this? after all the rules, all the fucking warnings? this was real?

the guys shifted around you, their excitement barely contained, smirks tugging at their lips. they had orchestrated this, hadn’t they? this wasn’t just a coincidence. this was their plan all along.

your voice trembled as you blurted out, “wait—did you seriously approve a report for them to have sex with me?” you couldn’t help the disbelief in your tone.

it all felt too surreal.

director park’s expression didn’t waver, calm and professional. “as i said, crew wellness is a priority. we trust that you will handle this maturely and within the guidelines provided.”

you stared at the screen in shock, the absurdity of the situation crashing down on you. you were supposed to keep things professional, follow the mission rules, and now? rule three was just... gone.

it was fucking ridiculous, but the truth of it was undeniable.

his soothing voice low and teasing as he leaned in close enough for only you to hear. “you think this is funny, don’t you? like we’re the ones desperate?”

his breath ghosted against your ear, and you felt the heat of it sink into your skin. but what really caught you off guard—what sent your pulse racing in a different way—was him.

heeseung, the one who had never so much as flirted with you, the one who kept his distance, always professional, now standing inches away, close enough for you to feel the warmth of his body. what the fuck?

you turned your head slightly, meeting his gaze, half-expecting him to crack a smile, to laugh it off as a joke. but his eyes were dark, serious. there was no hesitation in the way he looked at you, no hint of the reserved commander you’d come to know. he was bold, intense. and the shift in him knocked you off balance.

“heeseung,” you breathed, your voice lower than you meant it to be. “you’ve never—” you swallowed, your heart hammering in your chest, trying to wrap your head around the sudden change. “you’ve never even flirted with me-”

his lips twitched into a small, almost amused smirk, but the heat in his eyes didn’t waver. “maybe i didn’t need to, sweetheart. maybe i was waiting for the right moment.”

the words hung heavy between you, the weight of them hitting harder than you expected. waiting? that wasn’t what you thought he was doing at all.

for months, he’d kept that boundary clear, never stepping out of line, never even giving you a hint that he saw you like that. sure you'd catch him staring.

but now? it was like a mask had been ripped off, and the hunger in his eyes told you everything you didn’t know was brewing beneath the surface.

your mind raced, trying to catch up. this wasn’t just some casual flirtation anymore, not with him so close, his voice low and dripping with intent.

and the rest of the guys? they were in on it too, watching, waiting. fuck, were you just played?

“you’re telling me... this was all part of some plan?” you asked, your voice steadying as you tried to grasp the situation, the sudden intensity between you and him.

heeseung’s smirk widened, his hand brushing against your waist as he leaned in even closer, his lips barely an inch from your ear.

“don’t act so surprised. i’ve been watching you, y/n. you’ve been playing this game with all of us, keeping us at arm’s length, teasing. i’ve seen the way you’ve looked at me. but now?” his voice dropped, darker, his fingers tracing the edge of your waist.

“now, the rules have changed. and i’m done watching.”

your breath caught in your throat. this wasn’t just a flirtation. it was a claim. his words, his touch—it sent a shiver down your spine. fuck. how had you missed this? how had you not seen him waiting in the wings, biding his time?

before you could even respond, jake, always the one to break the tension, stepped forward, his voice teasing but laced with that same hunger.

“didn’t expect heeseung to be the one to finally throw the first punch, huh?” he grinned, the challenge in his eyes clear. “figured it would be me, didn’t you?”

you blinked, still reeling from heeseung’s sudden boldness, and found jake standing close too, the space around you tightening with their presence.

the tension thickened as sunghoon and jay exchanged glances, clearly amused by how quickly everything had escalated. but it was jungwon’s voice, steady and calm as always, that cut through the rising intensity.

“it’s quite the surprise, isn’t it?” he said, his eyes locking onto yours, his expression unreadable. “heeseung’s been patient. but now that rule three’s out the window... he’s just catching up.”

where the hell did he fit in? he had always seemed like he was on the sidelines, but now... now it felt like he might’ve been in on it too, right from the beginning.

your mind raced, trying to piece it all together. had you really underestimated them that much? especially him?

and the worst part—shit, he was totally okay with it. jungwon’s calm expression wasn’t the sign of someone caught off guard; it was the face of someone who had been waiting for this moment all along.

you could see it now—he’d been just as involved as the others, maybe more, letting you believe he was the innocent one, the one not caught up in all the tension.

you had completely underestimated them.

“you’re all fucking insane,” you muttered, half to yourself, half to them, the reality of it all hitting hard. “this whole time, you’ve been plotting behind my back?”

jay laughed, crossing his arms over his chest as he leaned against the wall, watching you with that dark glint in his eyes. “plotting? i wouldn’t say plotting.”

your heart raced, the air between you and them thick with anticipation, your body betraying you as a wave of heat spread through your chest. they were all staring, waiting for your reaction, but your eyes kept drifting back to heeseung.

heeseung, the one who had flipped the whole dynamic upside down in one sentence, with one touch.

and then heeseung spoke again, his voice lower, rougher, dragging your attention back to him. “so, what’s it gonna be, y/n? you’ve been toying with us for months. are you ready to stop playing?”

and instead of fear or anxiety, a sudden, uncontrollable urge to laugh bubbled up inside you. the ridiculous lengths they’d gone to, it was absurd. and you couldn’t help but let the laughter escape.

the sound of your laugh cut through the tension like a knife, echoing in the quiet room. the guys froze for a moment, unsure of how to react. you doubled over slightly, holding your stomach as you tried to catch your breath, the sheer insanity of the situation sinking in.

“what the fuck,” you gasped, still laughing as you straightened up, wiping at your eyes. “you all actually went this far? heeseung, seriously? you, of all people?”

heeseung’s eyes flashed with amusement, his lips twitching into a small smile despite the heat in his gaze. “what can I say? i’m full of surprises.”

you blinked, still caught off guard by how easily he was handling this, how smoothly he’d slipped into the game. it was like the heeseung you thought you knew had been flipped on his head, and you still weren’t sure what to make of it.

sunghoon smirked, leaning against the table, his eyes flicking between you and heeseung. “you really thought you had us all figured out, didn’t you?”

your laughter faded into a wide grin as you glanced around the room, the absurdity of the situation settling in. “honestly? yeah, i did. but clearly, i was wrong. very wrong.”

still grinning, your pulse racing as the reality of the situation continued to sink in. “but don’t think for a second that means i’m going to make this easy for any of you.”

heeseung’s smile turned into something darker, something that sent a shiver down your spine. “i wouldn’t expect you to.”

you stared at him for a moment, the tension between you thickening, the playful atmosphere from earlier fading into something more intense. this wasn’t just a game anymore. they were serious. and now that the rules had changed, it was clear that things were about to escalate in a way you hadn’t quite prepared for.

before you could respond, the intercom suddenly chimed, a loud beep cutting through the tension like a slap to the face. a notice flashed across the screen: ERROR DETECTED: SYSTEM MALFUNCTION IN MODULE B. IMMEDIATE ATTENTION REQUIRED.

heeseung’s entire demeanor shifted in an instant, the playful smirk vanishing as the calm, composed commander resurfaced. “alright, that’s enough,” he barked, his voice sharp and authoritative, snapping everyone’s focus back to the mission.

“jake, get down to module b and run a diagnostic. jay, you’re with him—make sure the power relays are stable. sunghoon, prep the backup systems in case this escalates. jungwon, check on the environmental controls and report back any anomalies.”

he rattled off orders with precision, his eyes already scanning the data on the nearby console. the guys quickly nodded, the lighthearted mood evaporating under the sudden return to station duties.

“and you,” heeseung added, his gaze landing back on you, still intense but now more businesslike. “stay in the control room and monitor the comms. i’ll coordinate from here.”

everyone moved swiftly, their faces now serious as they prepared for their tasks. the tension in the room had shifted dramatically, the heat from before replaced by the cold efficiency of crisis management.

but just as you were about to follow his orders and make your way to the comms station, a sharp slap landed on your ass, the sting of it making you jolt in place.

you spun around, eyes wide, but everyone was already dispersing, their faces unreadable. jake was smirking as he moved towards module b, sunghoon looked all too innocent, and jay’s back was already turned, heading for the power relays. jungwon? he was the calmest of them all, moving towards the environmental controls like nothing had happened.

“really?” you muttered under your breath, glancing around in frustration. you scanned their expressions, but none of them gave themselves away. no one was going to admit to it.

heeseung, already focused on the console, glanced up, his voice still all command. “what’s the holdup, y/n? get to your station.”

you shot one last glare at the group before making your way to the comms, the lingering sting from the slap only making your pulse race faster and you couldn't help the growing smile on your face.

the soft beep of the station’s notification system signaled the arrival of the provisions, a quiet chime that echoed through the walls, letting you know they had landed via the pods in the greenhouse. of course—the greenhouse. easily the most serene spot on the station, where everything seemed less mechanical, less sterile. it was a quiet slice of beauty in the middle of all this metal, with its lush plant life growing under the stars, thanks to the glass ceilings overhead.

and, naturally, it was jungwon’s domain. his clinic was tucked away between the plants he tended so carefully for medicinal use, a space that felt uniquely his. jungwon always had a calm energy about him, a certain ease that contrasted sharply with the others.

even now, after everything that had happened, after all the tension and teasing, you still didn’t know how deep he was in this game. did he want you the same way they did? or was he just going along for the ride?

as you stepped into the greenhouse, the warmth hit you immediately, a stark contrast to the cool, sterile air of the rest of the station. the soft hum of the machines monitoring the plants blended with the gentle rustle of leaves, and for a moment, it didn’t feel like you were in space at all.

jungwon was already there, as expected. he stood with his back to you, bent over one of the planters, his hands gently tending to the herbs he so meticulously cultivated. there was something about the way he moved—calm, methodical, completely at ease in his element. you watched him for a beat longer than you should have, taking in how steady he always seemed. jungwon, the puzzle. he was harder to read than the others, and even now, you weren’t sure what he wanted. but that mystery only made you more curious.

as if sensing your presence, jungwon straightened up and turned to face you, his expression soft, a smile tugging at his lips. “you’re early,” he said, his voice warm but still carrying that professional tone. there was something playful in the way he looked at you, though—like he knew more than he was letting on.

“wanted to see what hq sent us,” you replied, trying to keep your voice casual as you moved closer to the pods. the tension between you and jungwon was always subtle, simmering just beneath the surface, but it was undeniable. you both felt it, even if neither of you acknowledged it.

jungwon stepped up beside you as the pod lids opened with a hiss. “they sent everything we requested,” he said quietly, his eyes scanning the contents. “medication, supplies... everything we need.” his fingers grazed over the medical kits, but when his gaze landed on the more personal items—massage oils, lubricants, silk restraints—you saw the corner of his mouth twitch, a glimmer of amusement dancing in his eyes.

you raised an eyebrow, testing the waters. “everything?” your voice dropped slightly, teasing. you wanted to see how far you could push jungwon, to see if he’d crack.

his gaze met yours, steady, calm. “everything,” he repeated, his tone smooth, but there was a flicker of something playful beneath his words. the tension between you both thickened, and for a moment, you wondered if jungwon was playing a different game entirely.

you let out a soft laugh, stepping back just a little, enough to create space but not enough to break the tension. “guess you’ll be busy then, doctor,” you teased, keeping your tone light even though your heart was racing a little faster. “when do i get my dose?”

jungwon’s lips curved into a small smile, the kind that made it hard to tell whether he was joking or not. “after dinner,” he replied, as casual as if he were discussing routine work. “i’ll be administering them one by one.” his gaze flicked to the kit for a brief second before landing back on you. “including yours.”

you tried to gauge him, biting your lip as you took a small step closer. “what if i want mine now?” you asked, your voice low, testing the limits.

but jungwon didn’t react the way you expected. unlike the others, who would have jumped at the chance, jungwon just smiled, his demeanor unfazed. “patience,” he said softly, his tone almost playful, like he was indulging you. “we’ve got a schedule, remember?”

you frowned slightly, thrown off by how normal he seemed. no tension, no flustered reaction, just the same calm, chill jungwon.

“what exactly do you use these plants for?” you asked, changing the subject as your curiosity got the better of you. the air was thick with the scent of herbs, and you couldn’t help but wonder what role they played in his work.

jungwon’s hands moved smoothly as he worked, plucking leaves with practiced ease. “medicinal purposes,” he explained, his tone still light. “some are for treating injuries, others... for more specific needs.”

you raised an eyebrow at that, intrigued. “specific needs?”

but instead of elaborating, jungwon reached for one of the plants and, in the same movement, slipped a small vial into his jacket pocket. it was subtle, so subtle you almost didn’t catch it. almost.

you didn’t press him on it—yet. but something about the way he did it caught your attention. what are you hiding, jungwon?

he looked back at you, still calm, still composed but playful nonetheless. “i’ll make sure everything’s ready for tonight,” he said, his voice smooth as ever, though there was an edge of something else in his words. “including your dose.”

he moved closer, holding out a small black kit, sleek and unassuming. “this is yours,” he said softly, his fingers brushing yours as you took it. the brief touch sent a shiver through you, and for the first time, you saw a flicker of something in jungwon’s eyes that hadn’t been there before. interest.

“thanks,” you muttered, suddenly feeling shy under his gaze. you cleared your throat, gripping the kit a little tighter. “so... what’s in here? do we have different kits?”

jungwon leaned back against the counter, crossing his arms over his chest, his smile almost teasing. “i already told you, the essentials,” he said, his voice smooth. “syringes, your doses of the prototype drug, a few other... provisions to keep things running smoothly.”

you blinked, feeling your pulse quicken again as you stared down at the kit. “right. the essentials.”

you turned to leave, the weight of the kit in your hands, but just as you reached the door, jungwon’s voice stopped you in your tracks. “one more thing.”

you turned back, curious. jungwon was standing closer than before, his smile still soft, still playful, but there was something else in his eyes now. “don’t overthink it,” he said, his voice low. “just let it happen.”

the words hung between you, thickening the air in the room. was he talking about the injection? or something else entirely?

you gave a slight nod, not trusting yourself to speak, and left the greenhouse, your mind spinning with everything that had just happened. jungwon had always been hard to figure out, but now? he was more of a mystery than ever.

as you made your way back to your quarters, the kit clutched in your hands, you couldn’t help but replay the interaction over and over in your head. jungwon.

you sat on the edge of your bed, staring down at the kit. the essentials. jungwon’s words echoed in your mind, leaving you with more questions than answers.

while the others had been so obvious, their intentions clear from the start, jungwon was different. and the more you thought about it, the more you realized that he wasn’t just playing the same game. he was playing a better one.

you opened the kit, your fingers brushing over the contents— and it was exactly as he said. vials, syringes, sleekly packaged supplies. everything looked so normal, but the weight of it felt anything but. the station’s soft beep signaled that dinner was approaching, and your stomach knotted, not with hunger but with anticipation.

after dinner. jungwon had said. he’d be administering the doses one by one, including yours.

you wondered what he was really thinking behind that calm, almost playful facade. was he holding back? or was he the one pulling all the strings, playing the long game while the others rushed in? you didn’t know.

but you were going to find out.

you stepped into the common room for dinner, and it was already alive with tension. the long table was surrounded by the guys, each one settled in like they owned the space, the air thick with anticipation.

jake was sprawled back in his chair, arms lazily crossed behind his head, grinning like he was on top of the world as he bantered with sunghoon, who had his eyes on a tablet, pretending to be uninterested. but the way his fingers tapped against the screen gave him away—he was barely holding back.

jay was across from them, that usual smirk plastered on his face, but tonight it felt sharper, like he was waiting for something to happen. and at the head of the table, of course, was heeseung, his eyes flicking between his holo-screen and you the second you walked in. he didn’t even bother hiding it, lingering a little too long before forcing his attention back to whatever he was pretending to work on.

jungwon came in right behind you, quiet as always but with that subtle, playful spark in his eyes. the same one that had been making your heart race since this morning. it was impossible not to notice the way his gaze lingered just a second longer than usual, and despite trying to push it out of your mind, his earlier words played on repeat.

“ah, look who decided to join us,” jake called out, leaning forward with a lazy grin. “just in time. we were about to start without you.”

“like you’d ever start without me,” you shot back, sliding into the seat beside jay. the banter was familiar, but tonight, it felt charged, the tension between you all like a live wire waiting to spark.

heeseung cleared his throat, setting his holo-screen aside, his usual commander mask in place. “alright, let’s keep this simple. you all know the deal.” his tone was all business, but his eyes told a different story—there was a glint there, a flicker of excitement that he wasn’t bothering to hide. “we got the provisions we asked for. jungwon will administer the doses after dinner. everything is in place.”

nodding all around the table, but the atmosphere was fucking electric now. you could see it in their faces—the hunger. jake was practically bouncing in his chair, his grin stretching wider, while sunghoon’s eyes were sharp, assessing, like he was already planning his next move.

jay leaned back, but his gaze burned into you, dark and knowing. and then there was jungwon, sitting at the end of the table, watching you quietly, that playful glint flashing in his eyes for just a second before he hid it again.

“so,” jay’s voice broke the silence, his smirk twisting into something darker, more dangerous. “now that rule three’s been tossed out, we can finally have some real fun, right?”

heeseung shot him a warning look, but even he couldn’t hide the amusement tugging at his lips. “don’t get ahead of yourself. we still have a mission to run. last thing we need is for this to spiral out of control. ever heard of push and pull?”

“spiral out of control?” sunghoon raised an eyebrow, a smirk playing at the corner of his mouth. “you sound worried, heeseung.”

heeseung’s calm facade slipped for just a moment, a flicker of annoyance crossing his features. “i’m not worried. just reminding you idiots to keep your heads on straight. we’re still professionals.”

jake snorted, rolling his eyes. “yeah, ‘cause nothing says professionalism like asking hq to fuck y/n,’” he drawled, voice dripping with sarcasm. “real fucking professional.”

the weight of what was about to happen hung between you all, undeniable now. no one was pretending anymore.

jay’s smirk widened, his eyes locking onto yours with a look that made your pulse quicken. “so, what’s the plan after dinner, huh?” he asked, his voice low and teasing, but there was nothing casual about his gaze. it was challenging, filled with an intensity that left no room for misinterpretation. “think you’ll be able to handle what comes next?”

you narrowed your eyes, matching his stare, refusing to back down. “you’re asking a lot of questions, jay. you sure you can handle it?”

his smirk deepened, leaning forward slightly, the space between you shrinking. “oh, i know i can handle it,” he shot back, his voice dropping even lower, almost daring you to push back. “the real question is... are you ready for what’s coming?”

the rest of the room had quieted down, everyone watching the exchange unfold, but you could barely register them. it was just you and jay, locked in this silent battle of wills, each testing the other.

“you’re cocky,” you muttered, a hint of amusement in your voice as you held his gaze. “but we’ll see how long that lasts.”

jay chuckled, but there was no humor in it. it was dark, intense, laced with anticipation. “i guess we will.”

heeseung, trying to maintain the last shred of control, leaned forward, eyes scanning the group. “remember, kids, the drugs aren’t instant. they take time to kick in.” his voice was sharp, commanding, but there was an edge to it, like even he couldn’t hold back anymore. “we’ve still got a mission to run, so don’t go fucking everything up before we’ve even started.”

“yeah, yeah,” jake waved him off, his grin turning downright wicked. “we’ve got time. plenty of it.” he turned his gaze back to you, eyes darkening with something more. “and believe me, we’re gonna make every second count.”

you felt the heat rise to your cheeks, your heart racing as the room’s energy shifted even further. it was no longer a question of if something would happen—it was a matter of when. the air was so thick with anticipation you could practically taste it.

jay chuckled softly, leaning back in his chair, eyes never leaving yours. “hope you’re ready,” he said, voice dripping with intent. “this is just the beginning.”

the intercom chimed suddenly, cutting through the thick atmosphere, but even that wasn’t enough to snap you out of it.

attention, crew. an error has been detected at station c-2, the research lab. diagnostic failure on data stream 07. manual override required.

jay’s expression shifted immediately from amusement to focus. he was the lead scientist, after all, and this was his domain. you caught the flicker of concern in his eyes as he glanced in your direction. the playful vibe that had been lingering around the table vanished instantly.

heeseung leaned forward, his tone sharp and commanding. “looks like that’s your station, jay. you better check it out. and you—” he nodded at you, his eyes serious, “go with him. see if you can help get it back online.”

you nodded, the gravity of the situation settling in. despite everything that had changed between you and the crew, the mission still came first. and this was part of it.

jay stood from the table, his earlier cocky grin replaced with something more determined. “let’s go,” he said, motioning for you to follow. “this could be serious.”

the others watched you leave, the tension lingering behind you as you followed jay down the narrow corridor. even with the weight of the station's alert hanging between you, the heat from earlier still simmered beneath the surface.

“think it’s bad?” you asked, trying to gauge just how serious this might be.

jay shrugged, though his brows furrowed slightly. “could be nothing. but diagnostic failures aren’t exactly common. might just be a glitch, but we need to check it manually to be sure.”

you reached the research lab, the door sliding open with a soft hiss. inside, the familiar glow of monitors and equipment greeted you. it was cooler in here, almost clinical. this was jay’s world—his sanctuary. the place where everything was methodical, predictable. except for now.

on the main console, a large screen flashed red, an error code blinking repeatedly: stream 07: failed data transfer. manual override required.

you stepped up to the console, scanning the information quickly. “looks like something’s interrupting the data flow,” you muttered, your fingers moving across the touchscreen. “i’ll need to run a deep diagnostic to figure out where the error is coming from.”

jay stood beside you, his eyes focused on the screen. “yeah, but we’ll also need to reset the sensor array manually. the connection’s probably severed between the arrays and the main system.”

you nodded, already pulling up the sensor data. “i can handle the diagnostic from here, but you’re going to need to check the arrays. they’re on the far side of the station, right?”

jay sighed, running a hand through his hair. “yup. i’ll head out there now. keep working on the override, and i’ll stay connected via comms.”

as jay left to deal with the arrays, you settled into the console, your fingers flying over the screen as you worked to override the error. the hum of the station felt louder here, echoing in the silence of the lab. the tension from earlier hadn’t disappeared—it lingered in the back of your mind, fueling the curiosity that had been gnawing at you.

what if this wasn’t just a glitch?

“how’s it looking?” jay’s voice crackled over the comms.

“i’m running the diagnostics now,” you replied, eyes scanning the streams of data in front of you. “looks like a severed connection between the relay and the sensor array. nothing permanent, but it’ll need a manual reset.”

“got it. i’m almost at the arrays now.”

you continued working, tracing the problem back to a minor software bug in the relay system. easy enough to fix once jay reset the arrays. but your thoughts kept drifting back to the dining hall. the way the guys had been so bold, so raw about what they wanted from you. it left you buzzing, caught between disbelief and anticipation.

“i’m at the arrays,” jay’s voice broke through your thoughts. “give me a minute to reset them.”

you nodded, even though he couldn’t see you. “take your time. i’m almost done on my end.”

the silence stretched on as you worked, the soft hum of the station almost hypnotic. then, suddenly, the error message disappeared, and the data streams resumed their normal flow.

“arrays are reset,” jay confirmed over the comms. “everything should be back online now.”

a smile tugged at your lips. “looks good on my end. diagnostic complete. data stream 07 is back up and running.”

“nice work,” jay replied, relief evident in his voice. “i’ll head back.”

as you sat in the dimly lit research lab, the glow from the monitors casting long shadows across the cold walls, your mind drifted back to the conversation from earlier. everything had shifted between you and the crew, and there was no undoing it.

you hesitated for a moment, your thoughts swirling before you decided to speak. “hey, jay?”

his response came casually, but there was an undercurrent in his tone, something tense, something guarded. “yeah?”

you leaned forward slightly, your tone light, almost playful. “why are you always so hot-headed?” you asked, the question hanging in the air between you two.

“you’ve got this whole tough guy act going on, but... is that really who you are? or is it just a front you’re putting up?”

there was a pause, longer than you expected, long enough that you wondered if you’d pushed too far. when jay finally spoke, his voice was quieter, more thoughtful, laced with something darker. “maybe a bit of both,” he admitted, a low chuckle slipping through, but it lacked humor. “i’ve always had a short fuse, but... it’s not always what it looks like.”

your curiosity deepened, leaning back in your chair. “what does that mean?”

you could hear the faint echo of his footsteps over the comms, signaling he was getting closer. “it means,” he said slowly, “sometimes it’s easier to let people think i’m pissed. keeps them at a distance, you know? better they think i’m mad than know what’s really going on.”

his words pulled you in. “so, what’s really going on, then?” your voice dropped, a challenge in the question. “you hiding something?”

jay let out a short laugh, but this time, it was darker, more serious. “aren’t we all?” he countered, his voice dropping lower. “you’re not the only one playing games up here, you know. we’ve all got our roles to play.”

you couldn’t help the smile that tugged at your lips, even as the tension between you two coiled tighter. “and what role does butting heads with sunghoon fit into?”

his laugh this time was more of a growl, low and dangerous. “sunghoon? that guy knows how to push my buttons. we’re competitive as hell, you know that. it’s about who comes out on top. but trust me, it’s not personal. it's just...”

you leaned in slightly, your voice softening. “just what, jay?”

you could hear his footsteps approaching, slow and deliberate as he finally made his way back to you. his gaze locked onto you with an intensity that made your pulse quicken. he stopped just inches from you, towering over you, his presence swallowing the space between you both.

he sighed, leaning down, his lips brushed against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “just two guys who know exactly what we want," he murmured, pulling back just enough to catch your eyes, a confident, lazy smirk spreading across his face. "and it just so happens that we hate sharing. something you might want to keep in mind."

you didn’t need him to spell it out. you knew exactly what he meant.

as he turned to leave, you couldn’t resist, your lips curling into a smirk. “so, are you and sunghoon really going to keep butting heads over me?”

jay paused in the doorway, glancing back at you with a sly grin. “we won't have to, if you'd just make your pick. but i'm sure you don't plan on letting any of us not get a taste.”

his eyes flickered with something dangerous, the weight of his words hanging thick between you. "for someone who doesn’t like sharing," you teased, your voice edged with a challenge, "you guys sure don’t hold back about wanting to fuck me."

jay’s steps were slow but deliberate as he closed the distance between you, his hands reaching out to grip your waist. his fingers tightened, possessive and unyielding, digging into your skin like he had no intention of letting go.

"sure, we don’t like sharing," jay admitted, his breath brushing against your ear, sending a shiver straight through you. "but when it comes to you? none of us are walking away without a piece. we all know it."

his hand slid lower, grazing over your stomach again, teasing but with unmistakable intent. his voice dropped into a low, rough growl, the primal edge of his desire cutting through. "you think you're ready for what i could do to you?"

there was barely any space left between you, the heat of his body searing into your skin, the tension so thick it was hard to breathe. every place he touched burned, your pulse racing under the pressure. still, you kept your voice steady, refusing to show him how much he was getting to you. "i’ve been ready, jay. so what are you waiting for?"

jay’s eyes darkened, his mouth curling into a sly grin. "hmm," he hummed, voice thick with amusement as he leaned in closer, his lips hovering just inches from yours. “what’s with the interrogation, huh? you trying to figure me out? or maybe, just maybe, you’re enjoying how fucking obvious we’ve all been about wanting you.”

you held his gaze, not flinching, even as your heart pounded in your chest. “it’s not about that, jay,” you said, letting the words come slow, deliberate, your lips curling into a smirk. “you make me curious, that’s all.”

you paused, letting the tension stretch before adding, “you remind me so much of my ex. and honestly, not to be a bitch or anything, but i can tell you’d fuck like you really mean it. hard. no games. gets me a little... excited.”

jay’s eyes narrowed, his smile fading as your words hit him, something darker flashing in his gaze. his grip on your waist tightened, fingers digging in, and you could see the restraint slipping as he struggled to keep control.

his eyes darkened, his voice dropping even lower, like he was holding back a storm inside him. really? your fucking ex? did you really have to mention it in front of him.

"i could fuck you right now and give you something to think about," he murmured, his hand sliding up to cup your jaw, his thumb brushing your lips, just enough to make your breath catch. "hard. no games. exactly how you like it."

words hung heavy between you, the intensity of his gaze burning into yours. the heat radiating from him made the room feel smaller, the air thick and suffocating in the most dangerous, tempting way.

"but," he leaned in closer, his lips brushing against your ear, his breath hot on your skin, "i also don’t wanna be swelling up your pretty belly just yet."

jay's fingers dug into your waist harder, his breath hot against your ear as he whispered, “and i'd rather blue ball myself than fuck that tight ass and pussy without being able to pump you full.”

you bit back a moan, your whole body reacting to the rough, filthy promise behind them. he leaned in closer, his lips brushing the side of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine.

"you think i don’t wanna just bend you over and take you right here? believe me, i do. but i want more than that. i wanna feel you clench around me when i’m deep inside, knowing you’re gonna walk out of here dripping with me.”

his hand slid lower, teasingly hovering over the curve of your ass as he continued, voice dark, thick with restraint, “i’m not about to waste that on some quick fuck. i wanna fill you so full you won’t forget it for days. and i know that’s what you really want too, right?”

jay’s eyes glinted with satisfaction as he took in your reaction, the tension crackling between you like a live wire. his hand, now resting dangerously low on your ass, squeezed possessively, drawing a sharp breath from your lips.

"cat got your tongue, baby?" jay mocked, a dark smirk pulling at the corner of his mouth as he watched you fight to hold onto the last shred of composure. "or are you finally realizing what you're asking for?"

he almost groaned, the sound catching in his throat as he took in the sight of you—breathless, lips parted, your usual confident demeanor nowhere to be found. your glossy eyes locked onto his in a haze, like you were already wrecked just from his presence, from the way he could control you without even touching you further. fuck, he could ruin you right now, completely.

his hand tightened against your waist, his body screaming at him to just take you, to give in to the need that was clawing at him, to make you his in the way you both knew you wanted. your soft breaths, the way your body was already responding to him—it was almost too much to resist.

but he had to. fuck, he had to remember the facts.

he swallowed hard, forcing himself to pull back slightly, his grip on you loosening just enough for him to regain some control. the reality of it all settled in like ice in his veins. if he gave in now, it would be dangerous. he could get you pregnant, and that wasn’t something he could risk. no matter how much his body screamed to ignore the consequences, to claim you, he had to hold back.

his jaw clenched, the internal battle raging beneath the surface, and he bit back the groan that threatened to escape. “as much as I’d love to ruin you right now,” he murmured, voice rough, “you know I can’t. not yet.”

on the way back to the dining hall, jay’s presence was heavy behind you, each of his steps deliberate, like he was savoring the tension thickening the air between you. even without turning, you could feel his gaze tracing every curve, lingering like a touch. you knew his game—how to read the shifts in his energy. and right now, jay wasn’t being subtle at all.

“enjoying the view, jay?” you teased over your shoulder, the smirk on your lips unmistakable.

his laugh came out low and dark. “you make it impossible not to.”

just before reaching the door to the dining hall, jay closed the space between you, his hand sliding down your back, fingers grazing the curve of your waist before gripping your ass and giving it a firm, teasing slap. the jolt of it sent a wave of heat through you, and you bit your lip, barely holding back the gasp that threatened to escape.

“can’t wait to fuck that ass.”

his words were almost a whisper, his tone smug as he winked, pressing the button to open the door. jay acted like it was nothing, like he hadn’t just lit a fire in you that left your pulse racing, but you knew better.

as you stepped into the dining hall, the mood shifted instantly. jake, sunghoon, and heeseung were already at the table, their gazes flicking toward you and jay as soon as you walked in. whatever had just passed between the two of you hadn’t gone unnoticed, the tension in the room thick and unmistakable.

you moved deliberately, slow enough for their eyes to track your every step as you slid into your seat. the air still hummed with the tension from earlier, and jay’s little stunt had left you burning, the anticipation coiling low in your belly, your panties uncomfortably damp.

jay sat next to you, closer than before, his knee brushing yours under the table, his presence all-consuming. sunghoon glanced up from his tablet, a smirk playing on his lips, eyes glinting with that familiar mischief.

“you two were gone for a while,” sunghoon drawled, his tone light but with an edge, the glimmer in his eyes daring you to explain.

“everything alright?” jake asked casually, though the curiosity in his gaze as it shifted between you and jay didn’t go unnoticed.

you let the question hang for a moment, stretching out the tension just enough to make them squirm. finally, you answered with a playful smirk. “we fixed it,” your voice low, dripping with suggestion.

jay chuckled beside you, his arm slipping over the back of your chair, his fingers brushing lightly against your shoulder. “nothing we couldn’t handle,” he added smoothly, his voice oozing confidence.

sunghoon’s eyes flicked to jay’s arm, lingering on the casual contact. the tension between the two of them was palpable, simmering just beneath the surface. sunghoon wasn’t one to let something like this slide, especially when it involved jay pushing his limits.

“yeah, i’m sure that’s all it was,” sunghoon muttered, his tone laced with barely-concealed frustration, his gaze lingering on you longer than it should have. the rivalry between him and jay was written all over his face. losing ground to jay wasn’t something sunghoon was going to tolerate easily.

dinner continued, but the atmosphere was thick with unspoken tension. every glance, every remark carried that same undercurrent of barely contained anticipation, the air crackling with the unspoken competition between them. and even though the plates were cleared, the tension never left.

heeseung finally stood up, his voice steady but with an edge of authority that cut through the air. “alright. jungwon, handle the doses. let’s get this done.”

jungwon’s voice broke through the room, catching everyone off guard. the playful banter disappeared in an instant, replaced by a sudden shift in mood. the others turned to face him, the curiosity in their eyes matching your own.

"we should go over the side effects tomorrow," jungwon said, his tone calm but with a certain weight. "but we need to start administering the doses now."

heeseung raised an eyebrow, leaning back, clearly not satisfied. "why not tell us now? is it that bad?" his voice held a challenge, though it was clear he was intrigued.

jungwon shrugged, his usual laid-back demeanor barely changed. "because, if i tell you now, you might chicken out."

a silence settled over the room, the others exchanging glances. jungwon, however, remained cool, almost playful, like he was enjoying how the conversation was turning. you couldn’t help but notice that, even in these moments, he had this air of control—subtle, but there.

heeseung leaned forward slightly, his eyes narrowing. "so, what you’re saying is, it’s better if we don’t know?"

jungwon smiled, that calm, almost teasing smile he always gave. "let’s just say it’ll be easier if you’re not overthinking it."

“i’m not gonna go bald, am i?” jake cut in, his usual sarcasm thinly veiling the hint of worry behind his words.

jungwon’s smile widened slightly, the playful glint in his eyes giving nothing away. “no, jake, your hair’s safe. at least, it’s not one of the listed side effects.”

jake leaned back, sighing in exaggerated relief. “good, because if i lose my hair, i’m done for.”

there was a ripple of laughter, breaking some of the tension, but it didn’t erase the weight of jungwon’s words. his calm, almost too-casual demeanor had a way of leaving everyone a little on edge, like he knew something they didn’t.

sunghoon’s fingers tapped against the table, his eyes sharp as he watched jungwon carefully. “so, what’s the worst that could happen? you’ve been dodging that question.”

jungwon chuckled, light and almost playful. “worst? nausea, dizziness, heightened sensitivity, maybe a little fever. nothing too crazy.” he paused, eyes gleaming with just a touch of mischief. “but, you know, side effects vary.”

“heightened sensitivity?” jay’s eyebrow shot up, a grin spreading across his face. “shit, that doesn’t sound too bad. worth it for a taste of y/n’s pussy.”

jungwon met jay’s gaze, the corner of his mouth lifting into something that resembled a smirk, but there was something darker lurking beneath it. “depends on what you’re sensitive to.”

you shot jungwon a glance, curiosity piqued. there was something in the way he was handling this—so calm, so in control—that made you wonder just how much he was really keeping to himself. "so, after dinner then?" you asked, your tone teasing but laced with intrigue.

jungwon’s eyes flicked toward you, holding your gaze a moment longer than necessary. "yeah."

you leaned back in your chair, a smirk tugging at your lips as you watched him. "guess i’ll see you later, doc."

jungwon didn’t rise to the bait immediately. instead, he gave you one of his usual collected smiles, but there was something darker underneath, something unsettling in its calmness. “oh, you definitely will.”

with that, he stood up, moving away like the conversation hadn’t phased him in the slightest. like this was just another day on the station, but the tension he left behind hung thick in the air.

something about him was different now, a bit subtle but you could see it. as he turned to leave, you felt a shiver of anticipation snake down your spine. there was something there, something darker than the rest of them had noticed. something he hadn’t let slip.

and now, you weren’t sure if you were curious or nervous to find out what it was.

you were seated, gripping the edge of the stool, fighting to keep your composure, but the anticipation was fucking with your head, twisting your gut in ways you hadn’t expected. you’d set everything up like you always did for jungwon—stool, clinical, routine. no big deal, right? like he wasn’t about to inject something into you that would allow them to fuck you and fill you full of their cum. yeah, totally not a big fucking deal.

but the second the door slid open, and he stepped in, syringe in hand, you knew something was off. something was fucking different.

jungwon’s smile was there, like always—easy, familiar, but today, there was something darker lurking behind it. his eyes were sharper, more intense, lingering a little too long, his grip on the syringe a little too tight. when the door slid shut with that soft, inevitable hiss, the room shrank, suffocating under the weight of unspoken tension.

he stepped closer, the air thick between you, stretching the silence to the point of snapping. his eyes flicked down your body, and you could feel it—the weight of his gaze tracing every curve, burning like a physical touch.

“you ready?” his voice was light, friendly even, but there was tightness beneath it, like he was barely holding something back. jungwon wasn’t like the others. he didn’t push, didn’t cross lines. but now, it felt like he was struggling, the cracks in his calm beginning to show.

you nodded, keeping your eyes on him. “yeah,” you replied, trying to sound casual, but your heart was pounding, your pulse betraying you. the tension between you had nothing to do with the injection in his hand.

biting your lip, you stood slowly, feeling his eyes on you, following every movement like a predator stalking prey. you shouldn’t push it—you knew that—but fuck it, you wanted to see where his breaking point was.

you lifted your oversized shirt, letting the fabric slide up, revealing the lace panties you’d chosen just for him. delicate, barely-there, perfectly framing the curve of your ass. you knew exactly what it would do to him.

his smile faltered for just a second before it returned, softer this time, a little too controlled. but his eyes? fuck, they gave him away. something darker, something raw flickered there, barely hidden beneath the surface.

his breath hitched, and his gaze narrowed, tracing the lace hugging your skin. his jaw tightened, and you could see it—the restraint he was clinging to slipping with every passing second. for a moment, you thought he might snap, right then and there.

he stepped closer, his fingers barely grazing your waist—so fucking light it almost pissed you off, because you wanted more. his touch was a tease, a threat, like he wasn’t sure if he should grab you or rip those panties off and take you right there. every muscle in him screamed with tension, and you knew he was holding back by a thread.

jungwon sat down on the stool, the creak of it filling the silence as he prepped the syringe. your ass was practically in his face now, the lace doing nothing to hide how wet you already were. his eyes flicked down again, and fuck, you could feel the war inside him—his hands twitching like he wanted to bury his face between your legs and drown himself in you.

“you good, jungwon?” you taunted, your voice low, dripping with amusement. “looks like you’re about to lose it.”

his eyes snapped up to meet yours, darker, more dangerous, filled with something raw he wasn’t bothering to hide anymore. but he stayed quiet, his hands ghosting over your waist again, fingers trailing lower, brushing dangerously close to your ass. the silence was deafening, goosebumps rising on your skin as his smirk deepened, noticing your reaction.

he was teetering on the edge. you could see it—feel it. his breath hitched, his jaw clenched, and his hands hovered like he was about to lose the last bit of control he had left.

“you know…” your voice dropped lower, daring him, teasing. “hq said no sex… but they didn’t say shit about touching.”

his lips twitched, the warmth in his smile warping into something darker, more dangerous. his eyes flashed with that primal glint, like you’d just given him permission to ruin you right there and then.

his grip on your hips tightened, fingers digging into your skin, making you gasp. the playful warmth that usually lingered around him was completely gone, replaced with an intensity that made your heart race with equal parts fear and desire—but fuck, it was hot.

“let me ask you,” his voice came out rough, low, almost a growl. “what happened when you and jay went to check the arrays?”

there was jealousy dripping from his words, his whole body taut like a coiled spring, just waiting to snap. you hadn’t expected this from him—this overwhelming, suffocating energy. this wasn’t the calm, friendly jungwon you were used to. this was something darker, something possessive, something utterly dominating.

jungwon? jealous of jay? fuck, this just keeps getting better.

you smirked, leaning into the pressure of his grip, relishing the way his fingers pressed harder into your skin. “well, he fixed the arrays, we cleared it out,” you whispered, teasing, taunting. “oh, and he gave me a nice spank. felt fucking amazing, too.”

"really now?" jungwon’s hands twitched, his restraint hanging by a thread, that last shred of control slipping from his grasp. your stomach sank at how his voice shifted, lower, darker, dripping with barely-restrained need.

“you like being spanked?” his voice was rough now, thick with something far more dangerous than anything he’d ever shown you before.

you leaned in close, your lips brushing against his ear. “i can handle pain,” you whispered, daring him, challenging him to show you what he was capable of.

his eyes darkened, and you could see it—the way his pupils blew wide, the tension rippling through his body. he was close, so fucking close to losing control, and the way you stood there, defiant, practically begging him to snap, made him want to ruin you. fuck, he wanted to tie you down and break you, to push you to your limits until you were crying and begging for him to stop—and then beg for more.

it was taking every ounce of his control not to cross that line.

but he held back. barely.

the needle pierced your skin, sharp and quick, making you gasp, the sting sending a jolt through you. and that was when you felt it—his control shattering, piece by piece. his free hand trembled as it slipped into the pocket of his lab coat, fingers curling around the vial he’d been keeping hidden. an aphrodisiac he’d been working on, designed to strip you of every bit of control, to make you lose your fucking mind, make you beg for him.

so fucking tempting.

when he pulled the needle out, your breathing was ragged, your lips parted, your body already wound up tight, a mess just from his hands on you. his cock throbbed painfully in his slacks, and it took every bit of willpower not to shove you down right then and there, to fill you the way he so desperately wanted to.

you stepped closer, deliberately pressing against him, your body brushing up against his hard length, and the way his jaw clenched told you everything you needed to know. you had him on the edge.

“that’s it?” you whispered, your voice dripping with teasing defiance, pushing him further.

jungwon didn’t answer, didn’t even give you the satisfaction of a response. instead, his hand shot out, wrapping around your throat with just enough pressure to make you whimper—not enough to hurt, but enough to remind you exactly who held the power. his other hand slipped around your waist, pulling you flush against him, the heat between your bodies almost unbearable.

before you could react, he yanked you roughly over his lap, bending you with a force that made your breath hitch. you were pinned beneath him, his grip on your throat loosening just enough to keep you gasping for air but never completely letting go.

you gasped, heart pounding as jungwon grabbed the waistband of your lace panties, yanking them up hard, the fabric cutting into your skin, making your thighs burn from the tight, humiliating wedgie. your lips parted with a soft moan, fingers gripping the edge of the stool, his hand now resting on your ass, lingering like he was savoring the way your body shook.

and then, without any warning, his hand came down with a sharp slap, the crack of it echoing in the room. the sting shot through you, blending pain with the heat already pooling between your legs.

"holy fuck," you gasped, breathless, the sharp pain shooting straight to your core, making you arch involuntarily.

he didn’t say anything, just stared at your ass, watching it bounce from the impact, his fingers twitching before gripping your skin harder.

“hurts?” his voice was low, almost amused, as his fingers brushed over the fresh red mark he’d left on you.

you nodded, biting down on your lip, your breath shaky as you tried to steady yourself, even though your body was begging for more.

he clicked his tongue, mocking you. “thought you could handle pain.” his fingers trailed slowly up your back, brushing over the spot where he’d injected you, and then, just as quick, he gave it a sharp pinch, making your hips jerk off the stool.

“want another?” his tone was calm, almost casual, but there was that dangerous edge underneath. he was watching you too closely, waiting for you to give in completely.

you tried to turn your head, needing to meet his eyes, to see just how much he was enjoying this, but before you could move, his hand knotted in your hair, yanking your head back roughly. “i asked you a fucking question,” he growled, voice thick with control. “do you want another?”

“yes,” you whispered, voice shaking, your whole body aching with need.

his hand came down again, harder this time, the sound of it snapping through the room, the shockwave of pain ripping through you. and he didn’t stop. his grip tightened on your ass, squeezing, his eyes rolling back as he watched your skin bounce under his hand, loving the sight of you losing control.

and then, he froze. his fingers slipped down between your legs, brushing against your wetness, and he let out a low groan, completely caught off guard by just how soaked you were. “fuck, you’re dripping,” he muttered, almost to himself, his middle finger sliding between your folds, teasing the slick heat before pulling away.

“lick it clean,” he growled, shoving his fingers into your mouth before you could even respond. your lips closed around them, tongue swirling around his fingers as the taste of yourself coated your tongue, humiliation and heat tangled up, making you burn even more.

jungwon’s eyes darkened as he watched you, a sneer curling his lips. “slut,” he muttered, low and degrading, the word hitting hard.

you gasped, the sound muffled by his fingers still in your mouth, and when he finally pulled away, he stood up, brushing himself off like nothing had happened, leaving you panting, trembling on the stool, completely wrecked.

without another word, he turned and walked out, the door sliding shut behind him.

what the fuck just happened?

you could still feel the sting of his hand on your ass, the taste of your arousal still heavy on your tongue. your heart was racing, body aching, and then you heard it.

a faint beep.

it sliced through the silence like a whisper, one you’d heard countless times before. but this one was wrong. it was past the usual time for the system chime, way past. something was off.

you sat up, skin still tingling from the encounter, and tried to shake off the lingering tension. the beeping was faint but persistent, and your gut told you something was wrong.

but you pushed it aside, trying to focus, calming your breathing. you had bigger things to worry about than some out-of-sync noise.

morning hit the station with the faint, mechanical hum of artificial dawn. the lights inched brighter, the soft beep of panels breaking the silence, but underneath the sterile calm, everything was tense, tight, waiting to snap. you felt it before you even left your room. the enhancements were fucking with everyone, ramping up senses, making everything too sharp, too real. jungwon had warned you, told you how it’d fuck with your body, your mind, but you didn’t expect it to hit this hard. none of you did.

you walked down the hallway, every step echoing, the sound of your boots hitting the cold floor louder than usual. the faint scent of synth-coffee from the galley drifted over, but that wasn’t what had your skin tingling. it was the heat of their stares. they weren’t even trying to hide it anymore. every glance was laced with desire, need, like they were all just waiting for you to give in.

"morning," jake’s voice cut through your thoughts, soft and almost too close. he’d caught up with you just outside the door, his tone sending a wave of warmth through you. you could feel the weight of his eyes on you, the slight shift in his posture as he leaned in, close but not close enough.

"morning," you muttered back, your voice lower than usual, body humming with awareness of how near he was. it was always like this with jake—his presence made everything sharper, like your body was just waiting for him to touch you.

inside, jay glanced up from his seat, his eyes landing on you and staying there longer than they should have. “sleep alright?” he asked, his voice low, the tone holding something beneath the surface, something unspoken.

you shrugged, biting your lip. “weird dreams,” you said, the memory of jungwon’s hands tightening around your throat, the sound of his palm against your skin as he spanked you, still too fresh in your mind. your gaze swept the room, brow furrowing when you didn’t see him.

sunghoon was leaning against the wall, arms crossed, eyes locked on you like he hadn’t blinked since you walked in. his stare was heavy, like he was trying to burn through you. fuck, he was obsessed. everyone knew it, but he didn’t care.

his jaw clenched when he noticed you weren’t looking at him. no, you were looking for someone else. and it fucking ate at him.

his fists tightened at his sides, his whole body itching to grab you, to pull you into him, to remind you that it was him you should be coming to.

the longer jungwon stayed gone, the more sunghoon’s restlessness grew. his eyes darkened, narrowing with suspicion as he watched you, silently piecing together possibilities. had something happened between you two? his mind raced, jealousy gnawing at him, twisting in his gut like a fucking knife. because only jungwon wasn't here.

he couldn’t shake the idea. your glances toward the door, the way your body seemed more tense than usual, it all pointed to one thing: jungwon had gotten to you. the thought clawed at him, feeding the jealousy already simmering under his skin. he shifted against the wall, his jaw clenched so tight he thought his teeth might crack.

meanwhile, heeseung’s hands moved over the equipment, but his mind was a thousand miles away, caught in a filthy loop he couldn’t shake. his eyes kept drifting to you, that twisted hunger he tried so hard to keep hidden now at the surface.

last night had blown the lid off whatever control he thought he had. he realized, finally, just how deep his obsession with you went, how utterly fucked up it was.

he’d watched every second of it—how you’d waited for jungwon to arrive, how you’d carefully chosen which panties to wear, trying on different ones as if the choice itself was part of the seduction. you teased the mirror, posed, knowing damn well what kind of reaction you’d get.

and fuck, if he had been in jungwon’s place, he wouldn’t have left until you were choking on his cock, tears streaming down your face.

when jungwon had wrapped his hand around your throat, making you lick his hand clean, heeseung lost it. he’d been jerking off in the dim light of the monitors, eyes glued to the screen, watching you fall apart for another man. but that wasn’t even the best part. no, the real fun started after jungwon left. that’s when heeseung got the show of a lifetime.

he’d watched you fuck yourself again, your fingers working over your soaked pussy as you moaned jungwon’s name like the filthy slut you were. watching you come apart like that, knowing you were still hungry for more, had pushed heeseung over the edge. he came so fucking hard, his uniform a mess, sweat beading down his forehead as he sat in the dim glow of the monitors, panting, his mind replaying every filthy detail of the night. and of course, he recorded it. he always did. every night, like clockwork. 9 p.m., that tiny red light blinked on, and heeseung had his front-row seat to whatever you got up to.

his personal show. he’d make sure to have it all backed up in the system, hidden away so no one would ever find it. not that you ever caught on. you were clueless.

why did you think heeseung always volunteered for the late shift? the one no one else wanted to take, the one that left him alone in the command center while the rest of you slept, rotating shifts like normal people? he insisted on picking up extra shifts, taking on more work than was needed, all under the guise of being the responsible commander.

but the truth? you fucking kept him alive, and you had no idea.

every night, he sat there in the dim glow of the monitors, eyes glued to the screen as he watched you. sometimes you were just sleeping, your body still and peaceful, and he’d study the rise and fall of your chest, the way your hair fanned out over the pillow.

other times, though, you weren’t so innocent. you’d toss and turn, the sheets slipping off your body, giving him a perfect view of those lace panties you thought no one would see. and sometimes, if he was lucky, you’d do more than just sleep.

now that he thinks about it, he was probably the most pathetic of them all. sitting there night after night, watching you like a desperate fucking creep, jerking off to the thought of having you—knowing you had no clue.

but that’s what kept him going. that secret, that fucked-up obsession. you were his in ways you couldn’t even imagine. and now, more than ever, he was determined to make that fantasy real.

the command center wasn’t just for monitoring missions anymore—it was his personal voyeur’s dream. the tiny red light in the corner of your room? you’d never noticed. you had no idea he was watching your every move.

and the way he got access? it was completely by accident. during the first week on the station, he’d been bored out of his mind, missing the feel of playing games on a computer. as an avid gamer back on earth, he spent hours clicking and typing around, trying to mimic the experience. just messing with the system, he stumbled across the surveillance feeds. at first, it was a fluke—he didn’t expect anything to come from it. but then he saw you.

just a week in, and there you were, already masturbating when everyone else was asleep. the moment he saw your hand slip beneath your sheets, he knew. you were a fucking freak, and he was hooked. from that night on, he couldn’t stop himself. he kept watching, kept getting deeper and deeper into his obsession with you.

he planned to make his move soon, to get what he wanted from you. now that the enhancements were in play, it was only a matter of time.

jungwon’s voice sliced through the tension in the room as he entered, setting down a holo-pad on the table. his calm demeanor was perfectly in place, but you knew better now. after last night, you had seen the other side of him, the one hidden beneath all that composure. the one that left marks on your skin.

“alright, let’s get started,” he said, the professional tone masking everything that had happened between you two. you leaned back in your seat, your pulse quickening as he continued.

"by now, you’ve all noticed the side effects of the enhancements," jungwon explained, his eyes flicking briefly to you before addressing the others. "they’re designed to sharpen instincts and reactions, but with that comes heightened emotions and physical responses."

jake, leaning against the table, raised an eyebrow, his gaze sliding over to you for a split second before settling back on jungwon. “you mean how everything feels… more intense?” his voice held a hint of curiosity, but his eyes were burning with something else entirely.

jungwon nodded. "exactly. it’s an adjustment period. your bodies and minds will acclimate, but for now, be mindful of your interactions."

jay let out a scoff from where he was sitting, staring into his synth-coffee like it personally offended him. “you seem perfectly fine,” he muttered, his frustration sharp as he glared up at jungwon.

jungwon didn’t even blink. “i’m not.”

jay's jaw tightened, but he let it go, muttering something under his breath as he took another sip of his coffee.

sunghoon, still leaning against the wall, wasn’t buying it. his eyes were narrowed, his voice dripping with skepticism. “and we’re just supposed to handle this shit without any real guidance?”

jungwon didn’t flinch. “the side effects should only last until the drug fully integrates with your systems. you can handle it.”

you ran your fingers through your hair, feeling the weight of their eyes on you, the tension in the room heavy and suffocating. it wasn’t just the enhancements making everything feel too much—it was the way every glance burned through your skin, the heat crawling under your flesh, making it hard to focus. all of them knew the truth now: they had the green light. but what good was it when the rules still kept you apart?

it wasn’t even fun anymore, not when they were all staring at you like this, like they were ready to tear you apart but couldn’t. fuck, it was a joke. they were all stuck in the same hell—desperate, but unable to act.

from across the room, jake wasn’t even bothering to hide it anymore. his eyes were locked on your chest, the tension in his jaw unmistakable as he stared like he could burn a hole through your shirt. his frustration was palpable, and you could feel the weight of it pressing down on you, making your skin prickle with heat.

he wasn’t the only one, though. you could feel sunghoon’s eyes too, still sizing up jungwon, like he was seconds away from calling him out on the bullshit.

jungwon wasn’t any better than the rest of them. despite the calm, clinical mask he wore, his mind was a fucking mess, replaying images of last night over and over. the way you had submitted to him, your lips parting, gasping for air as his hand squeezed your throat, your ass reddened from the spanking he’d given you. the memory of your body under his control—marked, claimed—was burned into his brain.

but he had to focus. had to shove that shit deep down and get back to the mission. his voice was steady as he outlined the tasks for the day, even though his thoughts kept drifting back to the silk restraints tucked away in the med bay. soon, he thought. those restraints would see some use soon enough.

but today wasn’t like yesterday. the teasing, the sly remarks, the underlying excitement of finally dropping the professional act—it was all gone. today, the room was suffocating with tension, everyone hyper-aware of each other, of the drug that was hitting them harder with each passing second. every glance felt loaded, every breath too loud. the enhancements were amplifying everything—desire, frustration, need.

they were all on edge, barely hanging on by the thin thread of self-control that told them they couldn’t act yet. it was a waiting game, and every second was making it worse.

jungwon, being in charge of wellness, kept his professional front up as he continued outlining the day’s mission. but the thoughts still creeped in—thoughts of tying you up in the med bay, using those silk restraints hq had thoughtfully included in the kit. his blood ran hot at the idea of keeping you there, bound and helpless, doing whatever the fuck he wanted. he’d make you beg, make you fight against the restraints, shove whatever he wanted into your pussy and fuck you until you were crying, overstimulated, a trembling mess beneath him.

he had to push those thoughts away, force himself out of the dark fantasies clouding his mind. with a rough exhale, he cleared his throat, his voice coming out steadier this time. “right, let’s focus.”

you noticed the tension still lingering in the tight set of his shoulders, the way his fingers flexed around the syringe before he caught himself, loosening his grip. "first up, we’ve got our group activity from hq. simulation pods. we’re scheduled for our first physical training today."

simulation pods. of course. one of the most intense parts of the training regimen. hq never let up when it came to pushing all of you to the limit. today wouldn’t be any different, and maybe, just maybe, it would be a temporary distraction from whatever was brewing between you and jungwon. though you doubted it’d be enough to stop the tension from creeping back in.

the pods were designed to throw you into high-stress environments, to push your physical and mental endurance, to test your reflexes and emotional control. normally, you could handle it, but today felt off. the room was too charged, the air too thick with something else. you weren’t the only one feeling it either.

jungwon gestured for you all to follow, professionalism clicking back into place as he led you toward the training area. still, you caught the occasional flicker of his eyes as they darted back to you, betraying the calm front he was trying to maintain. you smirked to yourself. today’s simulation wasn’t going to be the only challenge either of you were dealing with.

as the doors to the simulation pods slid open, the cold, sterile air did nothing to ease the tension. instead, it seemed to sharpen it, making everything feel more intense.

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♯┆Mind Break .ᐟ ★ L.HS

⌜Synopsis⌟ You didn't know when or how it started , you were a kind soul , you had your own circle of friends , so why were you being picked on? High school was literal hell for you , it was so bad that you had dropped out in your last year — you couldn't handle it anymore. Years later , the past torture you had experienced was affecting you in your adult years , you needed a therapist who'd help you. Luckily , you didn't had to wait for too long , someone was able to take you in almost immediately — it was almost as if he was waiting for you. ⌜Contains⌟ Dark fic, (MDNI), Therapist!Hee, recap of the bullying (contains sensitive themes such as : sexual harassment , physical attacks), past bullying/ trauma talk, Yandere!Hee, manipulation, very mentally unstable reader, obsessive behavior , toxic themes, smut (contains ; implied corruption kink, big dick Heeseung, biting, Dom!Heeseung, fingering, virgintiyloss) , love bombing, abuse of power, mentions of suicide/ implied suicide attempt, topics such as (; Depression , anxiety , mental breakdown ), Heeseung is very fucked in the head and a creep ⌜Wordcount⌟ 9k ⌜Vampies Note⌟ Reminder that this is all fiction and not a true representation of the member! Read at your own risk as it does contain sensitive topics, I'm not responsible for what you consume on the internet. Please only fuck with this FICTION wise , if you happen to get into a situation like that irl run , please run for the love of god. Again , this is all fiction. I do not want to see comments about how fucked up I made Heeseung. You're reading this at your own risk. Feedback and reblogs are appreciated 💗

"My name is Lee Heeseung , I'll be your therapist for now and take you under my wing"

Ah.. why did this all come to this point?

"It's nice to meet you Mr.Lee"

"Oh please, let's get comfortable. Just call me Heeseung. So , when did it all start?"

Right... it all started in High school.

If someone asked you back then during high school how you liked it , you'd say you loved it. You had your own little circle of friends , got average to good grades, never ran into any trouble and were just a good student overall. Well , that was until everything stopped and a new era started, as if a dark shadow consumed you and dragged you down to the pits of hell. It all started with a variety of students picking on you — at first , it were silly compliments or words , at least that's how you viewed them until it dawned down on you that they were mocking you. They were mocking you and your appearance— "pretty little bow you have there in your hair, it makes you look soo innocent" , "oh what a nice color you painted your nails", "maybe if I'd wear my skirt as short as you did ,I'd also get good grades".

It didn't affect you back then , you'd just brush it off and keep to your friends. That's when the rumors started — "no wonder you get good grades , you're sleeping with the teachers!", "Oh , don't deny it. We saw you fixing your skirt when you left the teacher's room", rumors started going around that you were allegedly sleeping around with a teacher. The same Teacher got fired after a couple weeks but not because of you , he was in fact sleeping with female students , but not with you. You should've been happy that he got fired , but it sent a complete backlash towards you. Everyone believed the rumors that you were sleeping with the teacher , that you were the reason he got fired — but why you? You didn't do anything , what about the female students that actually slept with him? Why weren't they getting any backlash although they were the ones who seduced and slept with him for better grades?

Your friends started to distance themselves from you as the rumors kept piling up — "(Y/n) is a slut! She sleeps with teachers to get better grades!", "On your way to blow another teacher? Why don't you blow me instead?", "I bet you enjoy sucking cock , why don't you drop out of school and be a hooker?". You were slut shamed over rumors that weren't even true , but you were relieved that it was only verbal, key word were. It didn't take long for it to turn physical.

Girls were ganging up on you in the schools bathroom or locker rooms, they'd pull on your hair and kick you until you were curled up and sobbing on the floor. They'd grab your face and smear it across the mirror to ruin your make up whenever you decided to make yourself look pretty. "Even make up wouldn't help a face like yours". They'd snap pictures of your crying face and leave the bathroom while giggling amongst each other. Boys would dump water over you and say things like "Let's see what color of a bra you're wearing today", before snapping pictures of your soaked body — the white uniform shirt getting see through due to the water. They'd sit behind you and write things on the back of your uniform , such as : " 5 bucks and I'll suck your cock!" "I'm a sexy whore" "I like to get fucked anal".

Something that was once a place where you'd be happy to see your friends and spend your lunchbreaks with , turned into a place you'd wish to avoid. It all stopped when you didn't come to school anymore , having reached your breaking point and found yourself standing by a bridge , ready to jump any moment but a wrinkly hand stopped you. It was a sweet little grandma who hastily tried to stop you , what was such a sweet old lady doing here during the night? That was all you could ask yourself as you let her pull your weak body down from the railings. Maybe she was the Angel you've been asking for so long? You just wanted help , you just wanted to get out and work on yourself but you didn't had the support you need — with no friends and your parents living far away , you had no one , you were alone and all by yourself. It was as if heaven sent her to find you , to pull you out of that dark hole that had consumed you. She took you in and treated you as if you were her own daughter , she helped you drop out of school and did everything in her power to help build you back up.

But what were her motives? Simple : She lost her own daughter. Her daughter took her own life because of how deeply depressed she was , she couldn't handle it anymore. The old lady regretted not checking up on her as often , she regretted not being able to save her. The night she found you was the same date her daughter died , she came to the city to visit the graveyard her daughter was buried in during night time. She regretted not being able to save her own daughter , but she could save someone else's life.

Heeseung hummed to himself as he wrote every important detail down on the piece of paper clipped to his clipboard , his pen tapping against it as he finished writing — his glasses hanging low on he bridge of his nose until he pushed the frame up , his eyes shifting to look at you with a sympathetic look. "Must've been a very hard time for you , I'm happy to hear that your guardian saved you. How do you feel when you think back to High school? Any good memory or any particular memory that stuck with you until now?", you thought about his question , staying quiet as you pondered while looking down at your lap. You couldn't remember anything , it was as if there was a black hole in your head, a black hole that consumed every single memory you had starting when you entered the stage of puberty until now. The only memories you remembered where after high school , but there were some memory fragments that you could still remember from High school.

"Not really... more like fragments of memories , just single pieces but no complete memory", you mumbled as you kept your head hung low. You could hear the way his ballpoint pen danced across the piece of paper as he noted that down before his cushion seat made a small squeaking sound. "Don't keep your pretty head hung so low , I'm here to help you and get better. We'll start with looking at others while talking", he held his clipboard underneath your chin , tilting your chin up so he could see your face. His dark bangs fell over his eyes as he looked down to you with a encouraging smile. "That's it , you have such a pretty face. You don't need to hide it", with that , he removed his clipboard from under your chin and walked over to one of the medical cabinets, opening the glass door and reaching to grab the sphygmomanometer. You couldn't help but feel flattered by his words , no guy has ever complimented you but...wasn't this ... unprofessional?

"We're going to check your blood pressure now, roll your sleeves up for me", He sat back down next to you ,putting on some gloves before disinfecting the device while you rolled the sleeve of your pullover up to your shoulder. "Good girl", he smiled , wrapping the cuff around your upper arm and tightening it before pumping it with air , his hand squeezing the rubber bulb, his eyes focused on the manometer to make sure he doesn't pump it too full. Once again , you questioned if him calling you a good girl was unprofessional but even if it was — you weren't complaining , his praise and compliments made you feel a bit better about yourself. Once he checked your blood pressure , he removed the cuff and rolled your sleeve down for your , his touch lingering on your wrist before he got up to put the sphygmomanometer back in place.

"Your blood pressure is fine and seems to be alright. Now , let's get really started. I want to know how you used to be and how you are now. Do you still have the same interests , what are your thoughts when you think about the future, would you like to continue your academics , how do you feel when you're outside alone and all that. Take your time with answering ,our session will last for one and a half hour", with that , he sat back down on his armrest chair and put his sand hourglass upside down. Future ? You hated thinking about your future , back then , you loved it — you had already pictured working your dream job, have a family and live in a big house , maybe a family dog or cat but now..? You only saw black. Every singly future dream you had having been discarded , you didn't think you'd live for so long — with that in mind , you stopped thinking about your future.

You wouldn't be able to get your dream job considering you dropped out of high school and didn't get a diploma. Even if you would have graduated and gotten one — with how much your grades dropped , you wouldn't have been able to attend the college you wanted to go to. Your future was just complete darkness for you, there was nothing you could see , like a void in your head.

"I don't ... have any view regarding my future. I used to enjoy hanging out with my friends but... I don't have any now. I used to really like going outside and just take a walk but I also don't do that anymore. My interests.... they did change , yes. I mostly just spend my time with grandma. We live in the village so I help her with her gardening or other chores she has. I love spending time with her..", his eyes kept looking at you before he nodded and noted everything down again , a small sigh coming from him when he took note of how you looked back down on your lap. "Eyes up here pretty girl, that's it , such a good obedient girl", he smiled in satisfaction as you followed his soft demand , why does he keep praising you so much..?

"How about your academics? It says that you have dropped out in your last year of High school ,that means that you don't have a diploma and that you didn't graduate. Listen , you don't need to be ashamed. It's understandable why you have dropped out and you did it to keep yourself save. You were being such a strong girl for holding on for so long , you can and should be proud of yourself", his words spread a comforting warmth across your chest , his words were like a warm hug to your heart — were you finally being understood by someone that wasn't your sweet old guardian?

"I would like to continue my academics but ... isn't it too late for that now? Besides... I don't think that I'm ready for it yet", Heeseung shook his head upon hearing your words , placing his clipboard down on his lap before he pushed his glasses up.

"Don't think like that , it's never too late. You can take all the time you'll need until you feel like you're ready to continue your academics. There are multiple options for you to continue your academics. There are specific schools for people who don't have a diploma for a variety of reasons , you're not alone but it's something you can only accomplish because you really want to . I'll help you with it. (Y/n) , I'm not only your therapist to help you with your issues but you can see me as a social companion. I took you under my wing to help you with your issues and to help you with getting back on track. You can always call me or text me when you need help. When you're having a break down , you can call me and we can make a emergency therapy session. When you need help , I'm only a text or call away", you nodded a little with a small smile , he was so kind to you.

He was genuinely trying to help you , not like other therapists you had test sessions with — they only cared about getting their money , not about you or your issues. But Heeseung ... he was so different, as if he knew how you felt.

The session continued until the sand hourglass had run out. "Alright , so we'll have our therapy session once or twice a week, whatever works better for you. If it only works once a week or if you don't feel the need for two sessions a week , we'll have our therapy session every Tuesday at the same time as today. If it works twice a week for you , it'll be on every Tuesday and Thursday. You can always cancel the therapy sessions if you have an appointment on the days or if you're sick , just inform me at least a day prior. This is my business card , my number and email address is on it . Like I said , if you need a emergency session , call me immediately. If you need to cancel a session , text or call me at least one day prior the session", the two of you got up as he lead you to the door , stopping in front of it with his one hand on the door handle while the other held out a small card towards you — you took it and put it into your wallet with a small nod.

He gave you a small smile and opened the door for you, his other hand resting on the small of your back as he guided you out. "I'll see you next time then, don't be too hard on yourself".

Ring...

Ring...

"Hello?", the line finally picked up after what seemed like forever — yet you didn't say anything. "Hello..? (Y/n)..?", the voice called out again , his voice gruff and husky — how were you supposed to explain to him why you had called him at 2am in the morning..? You chewed your bottom lip nervously to fight back the little sobs that were threatening to come out, you felt helpless. Everything was okay until your past bullies had found your socials and were sending messages with attached images of the house you lived in together with your "Grandma", they have found you again after years — it felt as if your memories were coming back just to haunt you, oh how you wished that you hadn't looked at your phone after waking up in the middle of the night. You wanted to say something but you could only let out a shaky breath as you tried to calm yourself down , you could hear his bedsheets rustling on the other line as he presumably sat up.

"(Y/n)? Are you crying? Come on , be a good girl and take some nice deep breathes for me , okay?", his voice was dripping with honey as he spoke softly to you , guiding and easing you into calming yourself down — well , as calm as you could be. "H-Heeseung they—", your voice cracked a little as you tried to speak , hearing the way he let a small hum out. "Yes? They? Who are 'they' and what is with them? Tell me , sweetheart", Heeseung encouraged while he reached for a bottle of water so his voice wouldn't sound so rough anymore. You let out another shaky breath. "They found me Heeseung... t-they know where I am and have m-messaged me on my socials. My p-past bullies", you swallowed your spit before you continued to talk. "I-I don't know what to do , I'm scared that they'll d-do something again..", your voice was shaking , your eyes focused on peeking out of your window as the feeling of paranoia creeped over you — what if they were still there? What if they were outside of your house right this moment even if it was so late already?

"I'd offer an emergency session but... the building is currently under construction", Heeseung sighed softly before a couple seconds of silence followed. "Listen Sweetheart , you don't have to do this , I'm offering this to you as your therapist. Normally , I wouldn't do that but I don't trust you being all on your own right now. How about I pick you up and we'll have said emergency session at my house , how does that sound sweetheart?", you paused as you heard his words , needing a second to register what he said. Was this even allowed? Wouldn't that put him in risk of losing his job if anyone found out? Is that even professional...? Well.. he does have to help you , doesn't he?

"Isn't that ... unprofessional..?", he let out a strained chuckle at your question. "Well , yes it would be but I'd rather put my job at risk than have anything happen to you sweetheart. Do you trust me?", did you trust him...? Of course you did , all he's been doing was helping you , earning your trust and making you feel wanted and validated.

"Yes Heeseung... I do", you couldn't see the way his lips curled up in a smirk , satisfied with the reply he got. "Good girl... I'll keep you safe. Be a sweetheart and pack a bag for me, m'okay? Considering that they have found your current location , anything could happen to you, we wouldn't want that , right? Pack enough essentials and clothes that would last days", his words confused you , why would you need to pack a bag? "I'm not going to do anything against your will , this is for your safety. Now that everyone has grown up, they could do far worse than they did in high school. This is going to be a special treatment , a more intense treatment. You'll stay with me until it's safe for you again", you contemplated as you heard him continue to speak. Was this even right? But , even if it wasn't , he just wanted to help you, right?

"Okay... I'll pack my bag", his smirk only grew on his face , this is exactly what he wanted. "Good girl , I'll be there in 20 minutes. Take your time , I can wait in the car. No need to rush", with that , he hung up. Was this really happening? Would you really live with your therapist now? But... you felt save with that option. He was always so caring in each session the two of you had and with how paranoid you were about your bullies , you weren't able to even think twice about it. But what about your grandma? You'd just send her a text in the morning to notify her that you were given a more controlled and special treatment without giving out any details, this was putting his job on the line after all.

Time flew as you packed a medium sized bag with your clothes and essentials , looking up from your things as you heard a car parking in front of your house — Heeseung was here. You couldn't help but feel a wave of relief wash over you, he was like your knight in shining armor .... well , more like , guy in baggy clothes sitting in his bmw — still your knight regardless, oh what would you be without him. Luckily , he didn't need to wait for too long — you were quick with packing your bag up

"You've been crying a lot , haven't you? It's okay , I'm here now , I'll keep you safe", Heeseung reassured as you opened the passenger door and sat down on the passenger seat , a mix of shame and embarrassment washing over your face as you looked down at your lap. You felt ashamed that you were so scared that he decided to take you in for your own safety , ashamed that you had woken him up in the middle of the night just because you needed him , embarrassed that this was really happening and embarrassed that you weren't able to handle it alone.

"Oh don't have that expression on your face", his hand came into your view as he placed it on your knee , giving it a gentle rub. "I told you that you can rely on me , you can trust me. I'm your therapist after all", he assured before he removed his hand from your knee , moving it up to your chin before lifting your head up — his thumb gently gliding against your skin. "You look so pretty when you cry... a shame that those tears are for them. The only tears you should cry should be out of happiness", with that , he handed you a tissue and moved his hand to the gear , shifting out of parking and shifting into the right gear before he drove off.

The ride was silent , but it wasn't an uncomfortable silence. The further you got away from your house , the more at ease you felt. He had the music turned on a low volume , the songs in his playlist serving as a background noise — you couldn't help but sing along in your head as the song "we belong together" by Ritchie Valens played , enjoying the way Heeseung was humming quietly as well.

You wondered how in the world he managed to get to you in just 20 minutes , maybe he just drove fast? It took the two of you 40 minutes to reach his house — you felt a little surprised upon seeing where he lived. He didn't leave in the city or anywhere with a lot of people, he lived near a forest. Maybe he just didn't like the city? Maybe he liked to keep to himself. "Surprised?", Heeseung asked as he stood next to you , his hand reaching for the handles of your bag — his fingers brushing against yours , sending a jolt of electricity through your fingers.

"I— Well , I didn't think you'd live so far away from the city and more hidden from the public..", you mumbled as you looked at his house — it was big and modern looking , it probably just got build months ago. "What can I say? I like to keep private. The city is too busy for me , plus , the house I live in used to be my grandparents house. I got it re built since it had many issues due to how old it was ,so why not just make it a modern looking one?", he chuckled under his breath while he closed his car before motioning his head for you to follow him as he headed towards the front door. You looked around for another second before following him.

The house didn't only look modern from the outside , but from the inside as well. The smell of new house was still lingering , but it wasn't very strong. "I'm sorry for the smell , it's been months but the smell hasn't gotten out for some reason. The amount of room scents I have bought to cover the smell is ridiculous", Heeseung huffed a little while he took his shoes off , waiting for you to do the same before he lead you upstairs. "You can stay in this room for the meantime , I hope it has everything you need in case you forgot... any essentials", he seemed almost shy and embarrassed as he said that while he placed your bag down in the room.

The room looked ...weirdly prepared. It was very feminine looking , not too much but enough to show that it was intended to be a room for a girl. It was medium sized with a connected bathroom. "I already changed the bedsheets for you so you don't need to do that. This used to be my sisters bedroom in case she visited that it's a guest room now. If you need anything , my room is right opposite of yours. Make yourself at home", so that used to be his sister's room? Well , that explains it then. "Alright.. okay", you nodded your head while you still looked around the room for a little before he spoke up. "Are you hungry? Maybe eating something warm will make you fall asleep easier sweetheart. How about that , you'll unpack and get settled in. Maybe even take a nice little shower and I'll make us something, how does that sound Princess?", his generosity made you feel better , he was so kind to you. A warm feeling was spreading through your chest once again.

"That sounds nice ... Thank you Heeseung", you looked up to him and gave him a soft smile , a smile of his own spreading on his face — too bad that you missed the way something was hiding behind his smile. "Anything for you sweetheart. Oh and before I forget it , do not go into the basement. The stairs are unstable and I wouldn't want you to get hurt. And it's more of my personal office , I keep documents of other patients in there so you can't go into it due to privacy reasons", he informed you before he walked out of the room and closed the door behind him to let you get settled in.

You hummed to yourself as you once again gave the room a complete look over before you started to unpack your things , realizing what he meant with "forgetting any essentials" upon entering the bathroom — he really was caring. He stocked one of the drawers up with feminine products in case you'd get or have your period during your stay , a comforting warmth spreading through your body again before you set your clothes down on the sink counter and started to undress, ready to take a nice shower.

A proud smirk was on his face as he walked downstairs to the kitchen while humming to himself — he finally got you were he wanted you to be , in his trap. You fell into his trap and he would do anything to make his plan work , his plan? To make you his — a plan he has been working on for years and he would do anything to make it work.

It's as if it was yesterday when it all started , when he started to fall for you back in High school . Oh if only you had noticed him , it wouldn't have to be this way then. He fell in love with you the moment he saw you in school, a memory he held so dearly. You were behind the school , feeding a pregnant stray cat that would always linger around the school — hoping to dive into the dumpster and get something edible whenever the cafeteria threw the leftovers away. He started to grow obsessed and would stalk you everyday , following your shadows and observing you. He knew your routine , he knew your friends , he knew where you lived , he knew all your socials, he even found the company your parents worked at in a different country — he knew everything about you in only the span of a week.

He tried everything to get your attention , yet he has never been noticed.

His obsession and feelings for you only grew the more time had passed , he needed to have you , he needed to have you all to himself. You were easy to manipulate , so vulnerable and easy to break and mold — that was when his plan was put into action. It all started with him spreading rumors on anonymous accounts to the popular students with attached images that would support the rumors , knowing they would spread like a wild fire once the popular students would get their hands on them. But that wasn't enough , you were mentally too strong to let it get to you. That's when the bullying started. He'd anonymously pay a variety of students to bully you, specifically the bullies from your school. They didn't need an actual reason to bully anyone , they just did it for fun — but given the rumors spread about you , it made it all too easy for them to bully you.

He knew he finally succeeded the first step of his plan when you dropped out of school — that's when he found out that you were taken in by a old lady. That may have been a little obstacle in his plan , but it worked out for him. Now the next step was set into action. What was his next step? He studied hard in school and in college to get to the point where he was now , to be your therapist. He moved away from where he originally lived to be closer to you , he brought the old house of his grandparents back to life and designed one of the rooms to be your room.

It wasn't his sister's room , he didn't even have one nor did the room serve as a guest room , this was a room specifically designed for you. He knew he was going to have you at some point , he just knew it. His stalking never stopped , you just never noticed him. He knew every single step you took and once he heard that you needed therapy , he jumped at the opportunity. Without your knowledge, he had talked to your grandma and slipped her his business card while he was in disguise — everything was going according to plan.

He had to control his facial expression when he heard your voice on the other line , explaining that your grandma recommended him to you and if he was available for a new patient. Of course he was , every single patient he had beforehand was given to another therapist so he could always be there for you and you only. He was a dedicated man.

The fact that the bullies came back worked in his favor and for once , he didn't had anything to do with it. They found you on your own. There was so thing such as special treatment, it was a lie. This was just for him to have you to himself. He completely manipulated you and was working in molding you , which was working. You were so vulnerable , so broken and so insecure with such a negative mindset — it was almost too easy for him.

He was going to make you his , no matter what. You were already so dependent of him , you were already trusting him so much — it will be so easy to continue with his plan.

Heeseung could only smile successfully as he started to prep the meal , he just needed to make you fall for him now , but unbeknownst to him — you already were.

"It tastes really good! I didn't know you were such a good cook", you complimented his cooking as all the different flavors melted on your tongue — it may be a simple dish but anything home cooked tasted good. He could only chuckle from next to you as his eyes shifted to glance at you , watching the way you eating so happily. God did you look so cute. "You're such a messy girl", he took note of the sauce that was on the corner of your lips , shaking his head a little whenever you missed the spot with your tongue before he reached his hand out — his thumb swiping along the corner of your lips to removed the sauce before he licked it off of his thumb. Heat immediately rushed to your cheeks as he held eye contact with you as he licked it away, his gaze was so intense , almost piercing through you.

You could only curl your lips up in a tight lipped smile , feeling a little embarrassed and flustered from what just happened as you continued to eat. Heeseung leaned back into his chair with his arms crossed over his chest as he studied , moving one of his hands to your damp hair. "Let's dry your hair after you have finished eating Sweetheart, we wouldn't want you to catch a cold now ,do we?", he mumbled softly as he rubbed strands of hair between his fingers , his eyes shifting from your hair to your eyes — there was something in his eyes that you couldn't read. "Yeah , we don't want that..", you repeated his words softly whilst nodding to yourself. He could only smile in return , a smile of satisfaction.

Once you were done eating , you cleaned the dishes despite Heeseung saying that he could do it himself — you were basically living at his house for free now for that special treatment , this was the least you could do. "You're being such a good girl...", Heeseung praised as you sat down between his legs on the ground while he sat on the couch , having insisted that he would blow dry your hair. "How..?", you asked in return as you heard heard him plugging the blow dryer in. "You're listening well to me , you're so obedient for me. You even cleaned the dishes even though I said you wouldn't need to do it , you're so well behaved..", he mumbled as he placed his hands on your shoulders , giving them a gentle yet firm squeeze before he pulled you closer to him.

Your eyes closed as he turned the blow dryer on and gently brushed through your hair as he blew the warm air onto your damp hair , it all felt so soothing to you. Having someone taking care of you like that , being so gentle and kind to you , helping you with your tasks — it all made you feel so loved. You were in denial when you realized that you were starting to catch feelings for him — maybe you just felt that way because he was so caring to you? You tried to suppress your feelings for him, knowing that it could put his job at risk but he was already doing so by bringing you to his house to take proper care of you.

You felt so at ease , so comfortable with him — you trusted him with your life. The feeling of his fingers gently running through your hair combined with the warm air coming from the blow dryer was making you sleepy , your head lulling to the side until it leaned against his leg right next to your head. He only smiled to himself as he noticed that before he turned the blow dryer off once your hair was dry , shaking your shoulder gently. "Come on, let's get you to bed sweet girl", you could only let out a sleepy hum as you slowly got up from the ground , rubbing your eyes that were threatening to close any moment before they shot open in surprise — his arms were circled around you as he swooped you up in his arms.

"It's okay , I got you", with that , he made his way upstairs to the room you were staying in. He gently kicked the door open with his foot and laid you down on the bed , making sure you were laying comfortable before tucking you in — but as he was about to leave , your hand held onto the sleeve of his sweater. "Thank you ...Heeseung", he only smiled at your sleepy words and patted your head gently. "Don't mention it. Sleep well , sweetheart", with that , he lifted your hand up to his lips and pressed a soft kiss on the back of your hand before taking his leave , quietly closing the door behind him.

You were sleeping peacefully for once , blissfully unaware of what he was doing.

The lights were dim in the basement , the only bright source of light being his computer. The basement had a corkboard on the wall — a corkboard full with pictures he had taking of you over the years with red hearts drawn on them. There were no patient documents in the basement , there were only pictures of you. There was a shrine of trinkets he has collected from you that he had stolen — keychains , earrings , pieces of paper you drew on during lessons, pictures of you and your friends. The faces of your friends were scratched out and covered with a cut out picture of his own face. The basement was dedicated to you.

He covered his mouth with the back of his hand as he stared at the screen of his computer , watching the recorded footage of you showering. Oh how unknowing you were of the cameras he had put up around his house — he already planned everything out for your stay here. He should feel bad , any normal person would , but he wasn't normal. He was sick in the head , there was no denying that , he found pleasure in watching you shower.

His right hand was furiously stroking his leaking cock as his eyes were focused on the way your hands were caressing your naked body , your hands soaping up your pretty tits — the sight had him biting back a loud moan. He was already so close , so fucking close. He felt as if he was going to put any moment — and he did once your pretty pussy came into his view. Ropes of cum came spurting out of the slit of his cock , landing on his hand and on the surface of his desk. Oh how he wished he could just fill your pretty pussy up , make you pregnant and stay with him together forever — he was going to get there at some point , he was sure of it , but he wouldn't do anything without your consent. Sure , he was fucked up for everything he did , but he was still a gentleman somewhere. He just made you do everything on your own , he never once forced anything on you — this was all on your own will.

How did it come to this? You don't remember anymore. One second , you were crying in your sleep and apparently screaming , waking up to Heeseung's worried face as he shook you awake — and the next second , his lips were on yours.

It's already been over a week since you've stayed with him and you couldn't live any better than that. He took care of you, helped you whenever you had a mental breakdown, fed you , bought things for you whenever you needed something because he didn't think it was safe for you to go out yet. This was the special treatment after all, a more intense one that had you isolated in his house. But you didn't feel isolated at all. You were allowed to move around freely inside the house ,except for the basement , you were allowed to go outside as long as you stayed on his property — that being the pretty garden you had. Sure , some people may feel isolated but you didn't , this was pure heaven for you.

You didn't had to communicate with strangers, you didn't had to challenge yourself to go outside and buy things, you didn't had to worry about your bullies finding you again — you felt safe and free , he took care of everything for you.

Just like now , he was taking care of you. "Do you want me to distract you?", you nodded your head at his question as you could only let out a quiet sniffle , leaning into his touch as he caressed your cheek. "Words , sweetheart , give me words", the mattress of your bed dipped as he sat down on the edge of the bed. "Yes Heeseung... please distract me ..", oh he was so close to what he wanted, so so close. "Alright , I'll take care of you sweetheart , I got you. If I do anything you don't like , tell me and I'll stop", what did he mean with that?

His thumb gently wiped your tears away. "Can I kiss you?", at this point , you didn't even care if this was crossing the line of him being your therapist — you wanted it. You fell asleep at night thinking about kissing him , but you never did because he was your therapist after all. You didn't care anymore, you wanted him , you wanted him to kiss you , to distract you and take your pain away. "Yes please... please kiss me Heeseung", your words made his heart explode with excitement , he was getting so close to his goal and he knew by now that you had fallen for him. Everything that was going to happen now was because you wanted it — sure , he may have manipulated your mind but everything was working out for him, not only for him but for you as well.

He moved himself to hover above you , his arms resting on each side of your head before he slowly leaned in — he was going to savor this moment , the moment he was going to claim you as his. His nose brushed against yours as he just took the sight he had in — your teary eyes looking up to him so so innocently before they closed as his lips barely brushed against yours , your eyelashes resting on the apple of your cheeks, waiting for him to finally kiss you. His lips were soft against yours as he finally pressed them against yours , guiding your lips in a soft kiss. He knew that you have never kissed somebody , even if you did , he would just kiss you so hard that you won't even remember and erase any trace of them even if it was years ago.

A tingling feeling spread through your lips as his touched yours , your fingers holding onto your blanket as you didn't know what to do with your hands. Should you touch him? Where should you place your hands? So you just opted to holding onto your blanket. His kiss was slow and gently with a hint of possessiveness — his lips chasing yours whenever you pulled away for a quick breather.

He was taking such good care of you.

His right hand was moving to cup your face , tilting your head to the side to deepen the kiss as he poked his tongue out — the wet tip of his tongue tapping against your bottom lip, his blood pumping as you let out a soft sigh and parted your lips. God you tasted so sweet , must be the sweet tea he had given you to calm you down a bit. His grip on your face got a bit firmer as his tongue explored your mouth , tasting every single inch while his tongue glided against yours. Your fingers gripped your blanket tighter before you released your grip , your touch burning his skin as your hands glided along his back up to his nape. He couldn't stop the shaky breath he let out.

He broke the kiss and pulled away , pecking your lips as your lips chased his before he sat up — a thin string of saliva snapping off your lips. "Can I touch you? Take your mind away and make you think f other things?", his breathing was a bit ragged as he spoke , clearly worked up from the kiss. The fact that he was getting so worked up from just kissing you set a burning heat free inside your body , making you feel weird in the pit of your stomach.

"Yes, please — Touch me Heeseung", oh how he dreamed about hearing those words. "Yeah? Where can I touch you sweetheart?", he asked as he pulled the blanket to the side , the cool hair against your hot skin making you shiver a little. "Can I touch you here..? and here...? Where do you want me to touch you..?", he dragged his finger from your chest down to your stomach before moving his hands to grab onto your hips as he got himself comfortable between your legs.

You wanted him , you wanted and needed him so badly but you were too shy to say specifically where you wanted him to touch you. "Everywhere..."

"Everywhere? Even here..?", Heeseung mumbled , his voice a bit more rough as he lifted his right hand up and tapped against your clothed cunt with his finger — making you squirm underneath him. "Yes... please but Heeseung...", your mumbled words made him perk up , resting his hand back on your hip as he waited for you to continue speaking.

"I've never...", your voice trailed off as embarrassment washed over you , your eyes looking away from him — but he understood what you meant and it made all his blood rush down to his cock. "Never touched yourself..? Never got touched..?", Heeseung asked , a hint of hidden possessiveness laced in his voice. He knew that you have never touched yourself , at least not like that.

He can still remember the day he saw you humping your pillow while he was peaking through your window months ago , desperately trying to get off as you rubbed your clothed little pussy against the pillow.

You just nodded your head upon hearing his words, your face burning uncomfortable hot. "That's okay sweetheart , I'll show you what pleasure feels like if you want that?", you mumbled out a soft little yes as a reply. "Let's get you out of your clothes , you're starting to overheat. I can feel how hot your body is through your shirt", he grabbed your hips more firmly as he pulled you up in a sitting position. "Can.. Can we keep the lights off?", that was okay with him — he already memorized how your naked body looked.

"Of course we can", with that , he slowly started to undress you — but even with the lights off , you couldn't help but feel shy. Every touch or caress of his fingers on your bare skin left a lingering hot touch to it , every single soft rub of his thumb against your slowly hardening nipples had you letting out quiet little noises. Nobody has ever touched you like that. He made you feel secure , you trusted him.

"I got you baby , you're being such a good girl for me", his lips left burning kisses on your neck to distract you from his thick finger prodding at your weeping hole — god you were so fucking wet for him and he couldn't wait to bury his cock deep inside you. You were already so tight around just one single finger , a second finger being added to properly stretch you out. Again , he may be fucked up but he himself wouldn't want to cause any pain or discomfort for you. Which is ironic considering he was behind everything that happened to you , but you didn't need to know that.

"Are you close sweetheart? You clinging onto my fingers , just let go. I got you", he whispered into your ear before pressing a soft kiss against the shell of it , his thumb extending to rub tight , gentle circles against your clit. God how fucking tight you got when you came around his fingers , he sure as hell wasn't going to last once he had his cock inside you. He could cum just from thinking about how tightly your pussy would be gripping onto his cock. He could feel every single clench of your tight walls around his fingers as you came , your walls spasming.

"Heeseung please... I need more, I want you inside me", he had to bite back a groan at your words , you were already being so drunk and greedy for pleasure. "Are you sure..?", he asked , the feeling of possessiveness just growing bigger inside him as you whined out a yes. "Okay , let me get some things first..", he moved himself away from you as he got up from the bed to go to his bedroom , his hand pressing down against his cock as he had to hold it down with how hard it was.

He came back with a condom and a bottle of lube , better to be safe than sorry and especially since it was your first time — he didn't want to hurt you but he was sure to get you drunk off his cock and shape your pussy into the shape of it. He took his hoodie off along with his sweatpants and boxer shorts , grabbing your hand to guide it to his cock. He wanted to get you familiar with his cock and to make you aware of what was going to impale you. As your hand came into contact with his cock , it twitched and he groaned quietly as your hand curiously ran along the length of it and — my god , was he big.

"I'm asking you again , are you sure you want this?", Heeseung asked just to confirm your consent once again. "Y-Yes , please . Heeseung, I want it , I want you", his cock was already leaking before but it was leaking even more when he heard how much you wanted him — your voice so desperate and filled with need.

He made quick work with rolling the condom onto his cock , he didn't want to leave his darling waiting when she was clearly needing him so badly.

He lubed his cock up and spread some of the lube on your quivering hole , your body shuddering underneath him as the cold liquid came into contact with your burning heat. The bulbous head of his cock was pressing against your entrance as he positioned himself before he leaned down to you , his lips pulling yours in a heated kiss to distract you from any pain you may feel. Your hands came flying to his hair as he slowly pushed himself past your tight entrance , you felt as if you were getting split open by his cock — he was big , way too big for you to handle but that was something he'd work on later.

He only pushed a bit over half of his cock inside you , feeling the way your body trembled as he gave you some time to adjust before slowly thrusting his cock inside you. God did you feel good , so fucking good , better than in his dreams or any fleshlight he used, imagining that it was you. He really wasn't able to last long , this may be the quickest he ever came in his life — his thumb rubbing circles against your clit to get you to cum before him , holding back his own release.

A loud moan left your lips as he suddenly bit down on your shoulder , a shockwave of pain running through your body before it got replaced by pleasure as you pussy clenched around his cock — his hips chasing his own release before they stilled as he emptied himself in the condom , pressing his cock deeper inside you.

"Are you okay?", Heeseung asked as he carried you to his bed after having finished cleaning you up. You were worn out and exhausted , yet you have never felt better in your life. He always took such good care of you. "Yes... thank you", you let out a quiet yawn as he laid you down on his bed and dressed you in one of his shirts before laying down next to you.

You scooted closer to him , putting your head on his chest as the feeling of fatigue washed over you. "Heeseung...I love you... thank you", with that , said feeling fatigue pulled you into the land of dreams.

He did it , he finally did it. He got you , he got you exactly where he wanted , with him. All his hard work was finally being paid off. He was going to make you his forever now. His plan really worked , the plan he had been working on for years and he was never going to let go of you now. Never.

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yandere enhypen?

enha as yandere!figures — hyung line.

genre — smut, slight angst if you squint like a little bit :(

warnings — mention of knifes, blood, crazy hee… stalker jakey 😞, etc

a/n — are you guys proud i’m finally posting again… also this is soft yandere idk if yall like that fr 🙁

LEE HEESEUNG (이희승)

“cmon, baby. you know i don’t like him near you.. why’d you disobey me hm?” he mumbled into your ear softly, his hips rutting into you as he manipulated you so sweetly. “y-you killed him!” you yelled, your voice only getting louder while his hips thrusted into you. he seemed to get aggravated at that, gripping your throat. “i did it for you. y/n.” heeseung said in a low voice and gripping your neck tighter, “i did this all for you baby.. don’t you care about my feelings?..” he asked empathetically, looking down as he tried to get something out of you. his hips still haven’t faltered, only getting faster as he spreads your legs, pounding into your sweet, soppy cunt. “a-ah! hee! please!.. m gonna..” you moaned abruptly, jerking your hips as you chased for your release, eventually getting it. “nonono.. don’t cum inside please..” you pleaded as you felt heeseung twitch inside you. “shh.. it’s ‘kay baby, just gonna breed my pretty baby full of my seed so she knows her place, ‘kay?” you nodded in defeat, turning your head to the side and whimpering as you felt him cum inside.

“now you’re mine.”

more under the cut!

PARK JONGSEONG (종성 박)

“shh shh.. it’s okay princess.. i know you can take it.” jay whispered into your ear softly as his blade traced along your breasts, his teeth covering his bottom lip as he concentrated on tracing your pretty tits. you’d let him right? you loved him. right? you couldn’t just abandon him like trash. you couldn’t just leave him.. right? “n-no, get off!” you kicked and screamed, shoving your hands away from jay as you tried breaking free from his grip. the blade of the knife only connecting to your breasts. “ah!” you screamed, crying out as you felt his hips smacking against yours. he pounded into your cunt, holding and bruising your hips as his other hand held your mouth to cover your screams. his dick sliding in and out of your cunny, sobbing out loudly as you took everything you could. you felt something warm enter you, triggering your own orgasm, still sobbing.

“did such a good job, you know you’re mine right?”

JAKE SIM (제이크 네)

jake knew he wasn’t supposed to be following you, he knew it wasn’t right. but he was so crazy over you. you and your little schoolgirl shirt, the way you talked, the way you looked, and everything. he was.. crazed over you. “jake what are you doing!” you turned around as you felt your breasts being groped, shoving his hands off of you quickly before you started to run. you ran into the woods, not caring about which direction you were going, you just wanted to lose him, but he was too fast. he eventually caught you after a chase of cat and mouse, pulling down your skirt and panties as he held a hand over your eyes. you yelped in fear, trying to move away once again, but it was no use, he was too strong for you to even push him away. he pushed inside you, not letting you adjust to his girthy cock. you screamed and sobbed as you felt him thrust into you with no care, just wanting to feel you for the first time. jake let out grunts and groans, putting his head back as his mouth made an “o” shape. his dream finally came true, all the nights of jerking off were gone, now he got to feel your pretty, tight pussy for once. “a-ah..” you breathed out, his hips smacking against your thighs as he reached over to rub your clit in circles. jake sighed out as he came inside you, his seed spilling out of you as he pulled out of your tight cunt.

“finally.”

PARK SUNGHOON (성운공원)

sunghoon sighed, his cameras in your room weren’t working. you haven’t changed in your room for 2 days. he just needs you. he craves you. he wants you. he saw your towel covered body enter the room. sunghoon heart lit up in excitement as he started to pull down his boxers, teasing his tip with his finger like he imagined you do it. he started to stroke himself softly, “hah.. fuck.. y/n just like that please..” he moaned out, putting his head back in pleasure. he applied more pressure on his tip slowly, closing his eyes to imagine your pretty body and face. you were just too cute to not be touched, he was surprised you didn’t have a boyfriend. just the thought of him having you to himself made him so much harder. he pumped and pumped, thinking of your pretty lips wrapped around his cock made his seed spurt out, babbles and groans coming out of him. “f-fuck! y/n..” he groaned, just to see you staring directly at the camera, smiling.

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die for me (sjy)

WARNINGS: SMUT so mdni, kisses, oral (m receiving), blowjob, throat fucking, face fucking, cum eating, everything is consensual, cursing, proofread but i'm sorry if there's mistakes! (Imk if i missed something pls!!)

@trizdoniki req: “can you please do reader sucking jake off for the first time? he’s so afraid to come inside her mouth but due the sensitivity he's too lost on the feeling and just give up trying to push her head back”

genre: smut

pairing: bf!jake x afab!reader

wc: 1.2k

The room was quiet except for the low hum of the TV in the background, casting a dim, flickering light across the bed. You and Jake had been spending the evening together, your bodies naturally tangled under the blankets, limbs comfortably intertwined. His arm rested lazily around your waist, fingers tracing soft patterns against your skin. There was something different tonight, though—a tension that had been slowly building between you, each touch lingering a little longer, each glance carrying something more.

Jake’s hand slid from your waist to your thigh, his touch gentle but charged. You shifted slightly, turning to face him, and caught the way his eyes darkened as he looked down at you. The playful teasing you both so often engaged in had slipped away, leaving behind a quiet intensity that made your heart race.

“Are you alright?” Jake asked softly, his voice low and slightly hoarse. His gaze searched your face, but there was a hesitance in his expression.

You nodded, your breath catching slightly as you smiled up at him. “Yeah, I’m fine.”

His hand on your thigh tightened slightly, and you could see the conflict in his eyes—the way his body seemed to want more, but his mind was holding back. “You sure? You’ve been quiet…” His tone was gentle, but there was an underlying tension in it, a question unspoken.

“I’m just… thinking,” you murmured, your fingers trailing down his chest, feeling the heat of his skin beneath his shirt. You could sense how hard he was trying to keep things calm, to hold back when every fiber of his being seemed to want to give in.

Jake’s breath hitched, his dark eyes never leaving yours. “About what?”

You bit your lip, feeling a surge of confidence as you let your hand wander lower, brushing the waistband of his jeans. “Maybe about how I want to take care of you tonight…”

Jake groaned softly, his head falling back against the pillow as his chest rose and fell more quickly. His hand gripped the sheets beside him, his knuckles turning white as he fought to keep himself composed. “Y/n, you don’t have to—”

You leaned in, pressing a soft kiss to his lips, silencing him before he could finish. “I want to,” you whispered, your voice firm, yet tender. “I want you to feel good.”

He let out a shaky breath, his hand coming up to cup your cheek, his thumb brushing over your skin. “Fuck, you’re gonna kill me,” he murmured, a low chuckle escaping him. The desire in his voice was palpable, thick and heavy as he spoke.

Without another word, you began kissing your way down his chest, your lips brushing over the hard lines of his body, feeling the way he trembled under your touch. His breath grew more ragged as you unbuttoned his jeans, slowly sliding them down his hips. His length was already straining against the fabric of his boxers, the heat radiating from him almost intoxicating.

“Y/n…” Jake’s voice was strained, filled with a mixture of desperation and restraint. “You don’t have to—”

“I know,” you interrupted, smiling softly as you looked up at him. “But I want to.”

With that, you freed him from his boxers, wrapping your hand around his length, feeling him twitch at your touch. The reaction was instant—his body tensed, a deep groan escaping his lips as he tried to keep himself composed. You kissed the tip of him softly before taking him into your mouth, your tongue swirling around the head as you started slow, teasing him.

“Fuck…” Jake’s voice was hoarse, his hand flying to your hair as his hips jerked slightly, his body betraying him. “Y/n, that feels—fuck.”

You took him deeper, moving at your own pace, and his groans grew louder, his fingers tightening in your hair. The way he was losing control only spurred you on, wanting to see just how far you could push him. You hollowed your cheeks, sliding him further into your mouth, and that was when Jake’s body took over.

Without warning, his hips bucked, thrusting him deeper into your throat. You gagged slightly at the sudden movement, your eyes watering, but you didn’t pull away. The sensation had caught him off guard too—his eyes flew open, panic flashing across his face as he quickly tried to pull you back.

“Shit! I’m so sorry—fuck, I didn’t mean to do that,” Jake gasped, his voice laced with panic as his hand gently tugged at your hair, trying to ease you back. “Are you okay?”

You met his worried gaze, your eyes watery from the gag, but you gave him a small nod, signaling you were fine. Instead of pulling away, you pushed him deeper again, taking him as far as you could. Jake’s breath caught in his throat, his body going rigid as he let out a deep, guttural moan.

“Y/n… fuck, you’re…” His voice trailed off as he struggled to form words, his body trembling beneath you.

Despite his earlier attempts to hold back, Jake was losing control. The sensitivity was overwhelming, and every touch, every movement seemed to push him closer to the edge. His hips jerked forward again, this time more involuntarily, as the pleasure overtook him.

“I can’t—shit, I’m gonna come,” Jake groaned, his voice ragged and desperate as he gripped the sheets with one hand and your hair with the other. “Fuck, I can’t stop—”

His whole body tensed, his thighs trembling as he teetered on the edge. And then, with a broken, guttural moan, Jake came hard, spilling into your mouth. His hips jerked uncontrollably, pushing him deeper as you swallowed around him, taking everything he had to give. You could feel the pulse of his release, the warmth flooding your mouth as he let out a series of strained, breathless curses.

“Fuck… fuck, Y/n…” Jake’s voice was barely audible, his body trembling as he came down from the high. His hand slid from your hair, fingers weakly gripping the sheets as he tried to catch his breath. “I’m so sorry, I didn’t mean to—fuck.”

You wiped the corner of your mouth, crawling back up the bed to curl up beside him, resting your head on his chest. “You don’t have to apologize,” you whispered softly, pressing a gentle kiss to his skin. “I wanted it.”

Jake let out a breathless chuckle, his arm wrapping around you as he pulled you close, his fingers brushing through your hair. “I didn’t mean to come like that… I just—fuck, you felt so good.” His chest was still rising and falling rapidly as he struggled to regain control, his body still buzzing from the intensity of it all.

You smiled against his chest, your heart swelling with affection as you traced soft patterns on his skin. “I’ll take care of you anytime.”

Jake let out a soft sigh, his hand continuing to stroke your hair gently as he kissed the top of your head. “You’re amazing,” he muttered, his voice filled with a lazy, contented warmth. “But next time… I’m returning the favor.”

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🎬 ℒights 𝒞amera 𝓐ction .ᐟ ─── park sunghoon

𝓌arnings ─── nsfw! minors dni, mean!sunghoon, slapping, choking, spitting (reader receiving), language, calling of names (slut, whore, cumslut, etc.) fem!reader, breeding

“smile for the camera, pretty.” sunghoon whispered in your ear, his breath lingering against your earlobe as he leaned back up. his thrusts never faltered. the pounding he gave you, leaving you speechless while your mouth formed an “o” shape.

his fingers grazed your neck slowly, treating you like a porcelain doll, so fragile. but he couldn’t say that when he was pounding into you like you were made out of metal. his hips hitting your thighs as he pounded into you with abandonment. “don’t be a greedy bitch, open your mouth.” sunghoon slapped your mouth open and slid two fingers into your mouth, gagging you in the process of sliding his fingers in and out your mouth. his slaps felt like clouds, slowly getting more harsh as he kept thrusting into you. “hoon!- shut the fuck up slut and moan for the fucking camera.

your incoherent whines echoed around the room while you looked into the camera, squinting a little since sunghoon had the flashlight on, making sure to get your every reaction. all he would say is

“take it, whore.”

“just moan for the camera pretty, you can take it.”

“take it all like a good fucking cumslut.”

“ ‘s too much!—too much hoon.!“ you babble uncontrollably with your desperate fragile voice, but nothing was making him stop. just hearing your voice whine out to him made him plow into your hole harder.

his hand reached down to your clit, rubbing it in slow circles as pushed your head down with his other. he held the camera up, pulling his hand that was holding your hair to the camera and panned it up to your glistening cunt. “fuckkk.. shits so fucking wet for me yeah?” chuckles left his mouth swiftly, spreading your cheeks apart, spitting directly on your pussy and sliding in and out slowly.

“gonna let me use this pretty fucking pussy for the camera baby?” he asked, grabbing your neck before putting you up to his chest, while slamming into your poor cunny, already done and spent after sunghoon plowed his dick into it multiple times.

“gonna fucking breed this spent pussy. no? too fucking bad.” he said as he spilled his hot seed inside you, tears threatening to spill from your eyes. maybe it wasn’t so bad being on camera after all.

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moonstruck. | chapter one pt 2 - smoke and surrender

warning. contains explicit sexual content, drug use, angst, domination, spacestation!au, slight action, slow burn, strong language, intense sexual tension, a more technologically advanced iss, explicit fantasies, and adult themes. reader discretion is strongly advised. mdni.

wc. 30k

with just 24 hours left until the drug is supposed to completely take effect, the crew is on the brink of losing control. with the clock ticking and their self-restraint nearly shattered, tensions are boiling over, fights breaking out as the crew's patience wears thin.

── .✦⸝⸝ previous chapters: ✦ pilot - locked in orbit ✦ chapter one: orders from above pt. 1

disclaimer. this story is a work of fiction and does not represent real-life events or the members of enhypen

"whose fucking idea was this? how is this supposed to be physical wellness?!" jake yelled, firing off rounds as simulated monsters closed in, his shots barely connecting. ducking behind a boulder, he cursed under his breath, frantically reloading next to jungwon, who, of course, was unbothered, calmly taking out each alien with unnerving precision.

"jake, for the love of—keep it down," jay muttered, hunkering behind some debris, irritation etched into every line of his face. sunghoon was right next to him, visibly pissed at the situation—or maybe just pissed off at jay. "why are you yelling like it's gonna help?"

"why are we even acting like this shit matters? it’s a simulation, we’re not actually gonna die," sunghoon mumbled, frustration slipping into his voice as he aimed and shot an alien in the head, the kill almost too clean. then, as an afterthought, he added, "right?" his confidence faltering for a second.

"got 'em all cleared over here," heeseung’s voice crackled through the comms, way too relaxed for the chaos unfolding. he was enjoying this a little too much, his gamer instincts taking over. "let’s regroup," he added, his voice carrying a smugness that made it clear he was thriving in this chaos.

you, on the other hand, were perched up high, hidden behind the walls like heeseung had suggested. you were chilling, taking your shots at the aliens whenever the opportunity arose. the tech was impressive, too—real guns, simulated ammo, the kind of shit that made you wonder how much had changed on earth while you’d been up here.

"that was sick," you breathed, more to yourself than anyone else, marveling at the seamlessness of the whole setup.

"how are you so calm right now?" jake shot back, glancing over at jungwon in disbelief. jungwon, not even breaking a sweat, methodically picked off another alien, his demeanor unshaken.

"this is supposed to help us de-stress," jungwon said evenly, his voice calm as ever over the comms, making it sound like he was explaining a basic fact rather than shooting his way through an alien horde.

"de-stress my ass," jake muttered, clearly not convinced. his frustration was evident, not just with the situation, but with the fact that you weren't near him.

he could tell you weren’t paying him much attention anymore, and that fact stung more than the simulation itself. maybe it’s because the other guys keep hovering around you.

as if sensing jake’s irritation, sunghoon chimed in with a bite to his words. "yeah, well, some of us don’t need to act like it’s life or death just to get through it." his eyes flicked over to where you were perched, his annoyance obvious.

he’d noticed, too. noticed how the others, especially jungwon and heeseung, seemed to be getting more time with you than he was comfortable with.

"cut it out, sunghoon," jay muttered, his patience thinning as he reloaded his weapon. but sunghoon didn’t seem interested in backing down, his gaze lingering on you for a moment longer before he returned to firing at the simulation.

after regrouping, you all found yourselves in a dimly lit cave module. the uneven terrain was tricky to navigate, and you brought up the rear, jungwon in front of you.

it wasn’t long before your foot slipped on a loose rock, and you stumbled. the pain was minimal, but a whimper escaped your lips before you could stop it, echoing through the confined space and over the comms.

everything stopped.

jay whipped his head around, his hand gripping his weapon a little tighter. "you alright?" his voice was tense, concern barely masking the shift in the air.

"she tripped," jungwon said smoothly, moving to your side in an instant, helping you back up. his hand on your waist lingered, fingers pressing a little too firmly as he steadied you. "you good?" he asked softly, though it felt like more than just checking on your physical state.

you laughed it off, embarrassed. "yeah, i’m fine."

your voice, however innocent, carried a weight over the comms that made the others pause, especially jake, whose gaze hardened as he watched jungwon’s hand on your waist. too close.

"what happe- i’m coming," jake muttered, already moving toward you before sunghoon stepped in his way, shooting him a pointed look.

"she’s fine," sunghoon said, his voice sharp, almost defensive. his eyes flicked toward jungwon, clearly annoyed by the way he was handling you. "focus on the task, jake."

jake hesitated, torn between frustration and concern, but nodded, falling back in line. still, his eyes lingered on you for a moment too long, watching jungwon’s arm wrapped around you.

heeseung’s voice cut through the comms, his usual commanding tone laced with something a little more possessive this time. "she’s good to go. let’s keep moving."

you could feel the tension rising, the air between you all charged in a way that had nothing to do with the simulation. jungwon kept close to you, his arm steady around your waist as you continued walking, his touch burning through the fabric of your suit. it felt deliberate, like he was making a point—both to you and to the others.

and then there was sunghoon. his eyes hadn’t left you since the stumble, the irritation practically radiating off him. he wasn’t even trying to hide it anymore.

the way jungwon was practically glued to your side, the fact that heeseung kept sneaking glances your way—it was all too fucking much. they were taking up way too much time with you, and it was getting under his skin.

jake, on the other hand, felt the shift. he saw it unfolding right in front of him—how you were being pulled in all these different directions, each one of them fighting for your attention. but what bothered him the most was how you weren’t looking at him like you used to. it was because they were circling you like vultures, wasn’t it?

he was first. he made the moves. you flirted back, smiled at him like you meant it. you wanted him too, didn’t you? he was sure of it. so why did it feel like you were slipping away?

but sunghoon couldn’t stand the way jungwon was glued to your side, his eyes constantly flicking to the hand that rested on your waist, each touch like a silent taunt. "jungwon," he said, his voice laced with irritation, "how about you give her some space?"

jungwon raised an eyebrow, not even pretending to hide his smirk. "why? she doesn’t seem to mind."

before sunghoon could fire back, jake cut in, his frustration finally spilling over. "both of you, knock it off." his eyes flicked between them, his voice tight with anger. "we’ve got enough to deal with here without this shit."

sunghoon’s eyes flared, his irritation clear as he took a step forward, squaring his shoulders. "that’s not the point, jungwon," he snapped, his voice dripping with frustration. "you’ve been glued to her since this started. give her some damn space."

jungwon didn’t back down, his smirk only widening as he glanced at you before turning his attention back to sunghoon. "like I said, she doesn’t seem to mind." his voice was calm, but there was a sharpness to his words, a deliberate jab that made sunghoon’s jaw clench.

"are you fucking serious right now?" sunghoon shot back, his fists tightening at his sides. "you act like she belongs to you."

"and what about you?" jungwon countered smoothly, tilting his head. "acting all territorial when you’ve barely even talked to her today. what’s your deal, sunghoon?"

jake, who had been standing off to the side, couldn’t hold back any longer. "both of you need to shut the hell up," he barked, stepping between jungwon and sunghoon. his eyes flicked briefly to you, frustration etched deep into his expression. "this isn’t about who’s getting more time with her. we’re in the middle of a fucking activity. so maybe focus on that instead of—"

"oh, and you’re one to talk?" sunghoon cut him off, his eyes narrowing in challenge. "you’ve been sulking ever since she stopped paying attention to you."

jake’s face reddened, his teeth clenched hard enough to crack. "i’m not sulking." but even as the words left his mouth, he could feel the truth in sunghoon’s accusation sinking in.

the jealousy gnawed at him more than he’d like to admit. the possessiveness that had been building up inside him was getting harder to ignore.

"i’m pissed because you idiots are making this harder than it needs to be. we’re supposed to be working together, but you two are too busy fighting over her like it’s some goddamn competition."

jungwon, standing with his arms crossed, scoffed, eyes sharp. "you’re just mad because you feel like you’re losing."

"what the fuck does that even mean?" jake growled, stepping closer to jungwon, frustration blazing in his eyes. but deep down, it stung—jungwon had hit too close to the truth.

jake wasn’t used to this feeling, this irrational need to keep you closer to him, to be the one you turned to. it was messing with his head in ways he wasn’t ready to admit.

sunghoon, still glaring at both of them, muttered under his breath, "fucking whatever," not even bothering to hide his disdain.

"shut up," jake snapped, his voice rising, a sharp edge of anger slicing through his words.

the tension in the room had reached its peak, every word dripping with jealousy and frustration, neither side willing to back down. jungwon held his ground, cold and unyielding, while sunghoon looked ready to snap.

and there you were, right in the middle of it all. their possessiveness weighed heavy, wrapping around you like a suffocating blanket. the way they argued, the intensity of their stares—it overwhelmed you, each word pulling you deeper into their desires.

it wasn’t just about them fighting with each other anymore; they were fighting for you, and you could feel it, the heat of their unspoken claims burning in the air.

"are you serious right now?" you snapped, voice cutting through their bickering. you’d had enough. "you’re acting like kids. this is a simulation, and all of you are too wrapped up in your egos to remember why we’re even here." your gaze landed on jungwon’s hand still resting on your waist, and you pushed it away, firm but calm. "stop treating me like a prize to fight over. it’s fucking embarrassing."

silence fell, thick and heavy. they looked at you, shock flickering across their faces. no one expected you to speak up like that, but they should have.

jay, who had been quietly watching from a distance, finally stepped forward, shaking his head. "she’s right," he muttered, his voice low but firm. "this isn’t about who gets more time with her. we’ve got bigger issues, and this isn’t helping anyone."

heeseung sighed, standing off to the side, clearly fed up with the situation. "you’re all making this harder than it needs to be," he said, frustration clear in his tone. "focus on the mission, or don’t, but stop dragging her into your bullshit."

jungwon’s smirk faded slightly as he stepped back, his hand dropping to his side. jake crossed his arms, still irritated, but held his tongue. sunghoon grumbled under his breath, jaw clenched, but the fire in his eyes had dimmed, at least for now.

"thank you," you muttered, tension still thick in your voice as you exhaled, trying to shake off the frustration. "we’re supposed to be a team. stop making it about me and start acting like it."

for a moment, no one spoke. the tension hadn’t disappeared, still simmering just beneath the surface, but at least the arguing had stopped.

heeseung gave you a nod, his gaze softening slightly. "let’s move," he said quietly, taking control once more. "we’re wasting time."

then, with a slight smirk tugging at his lips, heeseung muttered, "i ain’t about to lose a game." the tension shifted, just a bit, as nostalgia flickered in his eyes. the familiar competitive spark returned, and for a moment, it cut through the frustration.

"remember when we used to play shit like this back on earth?" he added, his grin widening as he readied his weapon. "except, you know, without all the drama over her."

you rolled your eyes but couldn’t help the small smile that tugged at your lips. heeseung had a way of diffusing tension, even if he wasn’t letting anyone off the hook entirely.

jake scoffed, shaking his head but appreciating the shift. "yeah, well, it’s a little different when it’s not a damn game," he muttered, though his tone was less harsh now.

sunghoon, still visibly irritated, mumbled something under his breath but didn’t push further. jungwon chuckled softly, finally easing out of his defensive stance.

"fine, let’s finish this," you said, stepping forward, done with the back-and-forth. you glanced at heeseung, who was already back in position, his cocky grin growing.

"don’t worry," heeseung teased, aiming down his scope. "i’ll carry the team—like always."

his comment did the trick, cutting through the tension like a knife. as he confidently took the lead, the atmosphere lightened, if only slightly. even jake let out a small sigh, shaking his head with a reluctant smile on his lips.

you glanced at them, your heart beating a little faster. something about seeing them like this—competitive, bickering, but still a team—made your eyes soften. the jealousy, the tension, it was all still there, but moments like this reminded you why you cared about them.

sunghoon, though still tense, chuckled quietly, watching heeseung with his usual cocky grin. jungwon’s smirk widened, and jay rolled his shoulders as if getting ready for the final round. even jake caught your gaze for a split second, something softer flickering in his eyes, like he was glad to see you smile again.

your heart swelled, a warmth spreading through your chest as you looked at them. these guys—they drove you crazy, but there was no one else you’d rather be stuck in this mission with.

“alright, let’s finish this,” you said, steady, a small smile tugging at your lips.

heeseung glanced back at you, his smirk softening just a touch before nodding. "let’s win this." his voice carried that familiar spark of confidence, pulling everyone back into focus.

when the simulation finally ended, you all stumbled back into the main area, adrenaline still thrumming through your veins. everyone was sweaty, breathless, but the thick tension from before?

it hadn’t gone anywhere. if anything, it had only gotten worse, like the simulation had fanned the flames.

you stood there, trying to catch your breath, but their eyes were still on you—all of them watching you, their presence took up too much space, pressing in on you from all sides.

heeseung, still panting slightly, broke the silence as everyone’s eyes shifted toward the scoreboards. his smirk was cocky, almost too confident, like he knew he was the top scorer. "good job, everyone. hq’s gonna love this," he said, wiping sweat from his brow.

jay, leaning against the wall, let out a dry laugh, his chest rising and falling with labored breaths. "yeah, if we don’t melt first," he muttered, tugging at his collar, sweat beading on his skin.

"yeah, real fucking great," sunghoon muttered, his voice sharper than usual. his gaze slid toward you, his jaw tightening as he wiped sweat from his face. "is it just me, or does it feel like my body’s on fire?" he asked, irritation clear.

you felt it too. the heat. it wasn’t just adrenaline from the simulation—it was deeper, more intense, creeping through your skin. you shifted, wiping sweat from your neck, the burning sensation only growing. it wasn’t just sunghoon; all of you felt it.

"fuck, it’s too hot in here," jake grumbled, his voice rough as he ran a hand through his damp hair, his eyes flicking toward you like he couldn’t help himself.

jungwon, furrowed his brows, glancing at you for just a second before looking away. "this doesn’t feel right," he muttered, barely loud enough to hear. mind already working, to think of a reason why

you nodded, feeling the heat crawl up your spine, tingling your skin. the room felt heavy, charged with something unspoken. "we’ll cool down in a bit," you said, though even you weren’t sure you believed it. "just… take a breather."

heeseung rubbed the back of his neck, his smirk fading slightly. "maybe it’s just the sim," he suggested, but even he didn’t believe it.

so what did you all do? it was like an unspoken agreement—avoidance. everyone was way too pent up, way too on edge, but there was a collective decision to just… ignore it.

to push through. no one said it out loud: stay away, keep your distance, pretend like you weren’t all about to fucking lose it. avoidance felt like the only option left.

it’ll only be a few more days, right?

those questions haunted every one of you. if you could just make it through the next few days… but deep down, you all knew what came after that. once the drug fully worked its way through your systems, once you had control again—if you ever did—none of you were going to hold back.

jake, jungwon, sunghoon, heeseung, jay—they all had the same hungry look in their eyes, even if they tried to hide it. they all had the same thought: if we make it through this without snapping, then what happens next? would any of you even be able to keep the floodgates closed once the pressure finally released? the thought was terrifying and thrilling all at once.

and yet, no one wanted to be the first to admit it. no one wanted to be the first to break the fragile illusion that you could all survive this, untouched, unscathed.

it was a cruel joke, really. why didn’t hq even think to send condoms or normal birth control pills? how the hell were you supposed to get through this when everything had been amplified to the point of unbearable? but then again, how would that even work up here? where do you even dispose of a condom in space?

you chuckled bitterly to yourself when you realized the answer. oh right. you don’t. every ounce of waste had to be accounted for. and birth control pills? those probably wouldn’t do shit anyway, not with the way your bodies were being pushed to their limits. being in space already messed with your systems—hell, your period barely functioned as it was. what the hell would a bunch of hormones do when everything else was already out of whack?

but hq—those assholes—clearly hadn’t thought any of this through. they sent you up here with experimental drugs and didn’t even bother to consider how those drugs would interact with the unique effects of living in space. maybe they knew, maybe they just didn’t care.

either way, it was a disaster waiting to happen.

and the worst part? you were all too far gone to care anymore.

on the sixth day, everything felt like it was teetering on the edge of disaster. you had done your best to avoid unnecessary contact, kept your distance, and stayed focused on the mission. but the air was thick, almost suffocating, and the tension you’d all been pretending to ignore was now impossible to avoid. it felt like you were all walking through a minefield, one wrong step and everything would blow.

you made your way to the helm, tablet in hand, your mind buzzing with the routine diagnostics you were supposed to be focused on. but then, without warning, you collided with sunghoon.

your body slammed into his, and for a moment, it felt like time stopped. the contact sent a shockwave through you, heat flaring under your skin as the air between you practically sizzled.

“watch where the fuck you’re going,” sunghoon snapped, his voice rough, thick with irritation. his hand grabbed your arm to steady you, but the touch lingered, his grip tight—too tight, his body rigid with the effort of keeping himself in check. his breathing was heavy, ragged, as if he was barely holding on.

“i—i didn’t see you, i’m sorry,” you muttered, trying to step back, but he didn’t let go. his eyes, usually cold and calculating, now burned with something much more dangerous—desire. anger. frustration. his jaw clenched, muscles flexing beneath his skin as he stared down at you.

“you think sorry’s gonna fix this?” he growled, his voice dripping with something darker.

“you think you can just walk around like this, pretending everything’s fine? look at us.” his hand dropped, pointing at the obvious bulge straining against his pants, his expression turning almost feral.

“we’re all fucked. we’ve been avoiding each other, without even fucking talking about it. because we know. we fucking know what’ll happen if we don’t.”

your breath hitched as his words hit you like a punch to the gut, the heat in the room only growing worse. your pulse quickened, your patience wearing thin. because, yeah, you felt it too.

the constant pull, the unbearable pressure building with every passing second—they were driving you to the edge of insanity. and now sunghoon, with his hard-on and his rage, was pushing you past your breaking point.

“and you’re not helping,” sunghoon continued, his voice low, venomous. his gaze was intense, his eyes locked onto yours, and you could feel the unspoken accusation in his words.

“what the fuck do you want me to do, huh?” you snapped back, your own frustration bubbling over. “you think this is easy for me? i’m trying to get through this just like the rest of you. but it’s getting worse, and i’m fucking losing it, too.” your voice shook with barely controlled anger, the heat in your body matching the fury in your words.

“yeah? well, you’re making it harder. look at me,” he gestured again to his erection, his eyes wild. “every time you walk into a room, it’s like this. and i can’t fucking take it anymore. none of us can.”

your patience snapped. the drugs, the tension, the constant avoidance—it was all too much. “you think i don’t feel it too?” you hissed, stepping closer to him, your body reacting to the proximity, the heat rolling off him in waves.

“you think i haven’t noticed the way you all look at me? i’m doing everything i can not to lose it. but right now? right fucking now, i want to fuck you so badly i can’t think straight.”

that shut him up. his eyes widened for a split second, shock flickering across his face before it was replaced with something far more dangerous. desire. raw, unfiltered desire. his lips parted, his breath coming in heavy, uneven bursts as he stared at you, his pupils blown wide with lust.

“then what the fuck are we waiting for?” he growled, stepping even closer, his body crowding yours, pinning you against the wall of the helm. his hand came up, gripping your waist, pulling you toward him. “because i’m this close to losing my shit, and if you want me, you better fucking say it.”

but before either of you could go any further, the door to the helm slid open, and heeseung walked in. his eyes immediately locked onto the two of you, and his expression darkened, taking in the tension, the heated air, the way sunghoon had you pinned against the wall.

“what the hell is going on in here?” heeseung barked, his voice cold, a sharp edge to it that cut through the room like a knife.

you and sunghoon turned to face him, both of you still breathing heavily, your bodies thrumming with unspent energy. you tried to step back, to regain some semblance of composure, but sunghoon didn’t move. his body was still pressed against yours, his gaze flicking to heeseung with a challenge.

“nothing,” you managed to mutter, though your voice was shaky, and you knew you weren’t fooling anyone.

heeseung crossed his arms, his eyes narrowing as he glanced between the two of you. “get it together,” he snapped, his tone leaving no room for argument. “we’re all fucking on edge, but you don’t get to let it turn into this.”

“you think i’m not trying?” sunghoon shot back, his voice full of frustration. “look at us, heeseung. it’s getting worse. we’re fucking losing it. and no one’s saying a goddamn thing.”

heeseung stepped forward, his eyes hard. “you think i don’t know that?” his voice was low, dangerous, as he stared sunghoon down. “but we don’t get to crack. not here. not now.”

sunghoon’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but he didn’t say anything. his body was still rigid, the anger radiating off him in waves.

“this ends now,” heeseung said firmly, his gaze locking onto you for a brief second before he turned back to sunghoon. “get out of here. cool down.”

sunghoon let out a bitter laugh, his eyes flashing with frustration. “cool down? yeah, sure,” he muttered, turning and storming out of the room, the door sliding shut behind him with a sharp hiss.

as the door closed, you let out a shaky breath, your body still trembling from the intensity of the confrontation. heeseung stood there for a moment, watching you closely, his expression unreadable.

“this isn’t over,” he muttered quietly, more to himself than to you.

as sunghoon departs, heeseung’s eyes burned with an intensity that made your heart race, locking you in place. the beeping from the console felt deafening, a sharp contrast to the heavy silence between you two. your jaw was still tight from the argument with sunghoon, your thoughts racing as you tried to make sense of it all.

you moved to leave, wanting to shake off the tension, but heeseung’s hand shot out, gripping your wrist firmly and pulling your closer. your breath hitched, the sensation overwhelming your already sensitive body.

the second his fingers reached out and brushed against your waist, it was like being jolted with electricity. your skin burned, and a small, unintentional whimper escaped your lips, loud in the tense silence between you.

the sound broke something in him. his eyes widened, panic flashing across his face, and he immediately let go, his hands pulling back as if he had been burned. “shit,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, stepping back like he had crossed a line. "fuck, i didn’t mean to—"

you stood there, still feeling the lingering heat from where his hands had been. the space between you now felt like an unbridgeable gap.

“heeseung,” you said quietly, your voice trembling. you weren’t sure what you were about to say, but the words just wouldn’t form.

heeseung took a deep breath, his fists clenching at his sides as if trying to fight the pull between you two. for a moment, he just stared, like he was caught between wanting to move closer and knowing he shouldn’t.

then, without another word, he turned sharply on his heel and walked away, leaving you standing there, breathless, your body still tingling from the brief contact.

he didn’t even look back.

you stood frozen, feeling the heat from where his hands had been, his absence a punch to your gut. the silence that followed felt deafening, and the frustration burned hotter than before.

your skin still tingled, aching for something more, something that had been taken from you the second he pulled away. you wanted to scream, to call him back, but your voice caught in your throat.

as the door slid shut behind you, you couldn’t take it anymore. your body still tingled from the brief touch, frustration boiling over into something you couldn’t quite contain. the thought of heeseung leaving, the tension left unresolved, drove you mad. you needed to get out, clear your head.

you walked through the dimly lit halls, each step feeling heavier, the cold steel of the ship’s floor beneath your feet doing nothing to cool the fire inside you. the endless view of space through the windows felt surreal, like a vast reminder of how far away you were from normality, from any sense of control. all you wanted was a break—a moment to breathe. something, anything, to quiet the chaos inside your head.

coffee—that’s what you needed. something simple, familiar. maybe it would help you focus, keep the drug from dragging you deeper into this mess. as you made your way toward the dining area, you tried to shake off the tension, the lingering heat crawling over your skin, making you desperate for relief.

but the second the door to the common room slid open, you weren't alone.

they were all here and they turned to look at you at the same time, their heads snapping toward you in sync like they’d been waiting for you. each of them had been doing their own thing—jay lounging on the couch, scrolling through something on his tablet; jake standing by the counter, hands gripping a cup; jungwon sitting cross-legged at the table, absentmindedly playing with a datapad, his eyes unreadable; and sunghoon, leaning against the far wall, arms crossed, gaze sharp. heeseung, on the other hand, sat in the far corner, his posture relaxed, but his eyes sharp, tracking your every move. his legs were spread, one arm draped over the back of the chair, while the other rested on his thigh, fingers twitching slightly, as if itching to grab something—or someone.

the room felt suffocating, their eyes burning into you.

for a split second, none of them moved, the silence stretching out. your breath caught in your throat as their gazes lingered on you, like they knew exactly what was going through your mind—because it was going through theirs too. the drug was making sure of it.

you swallowed hard, trying to steady yourself as you stepped further into the room. the weight of their stares clung to you like a second skin, but you forced yourself to focus. coffee—just make the damn coffee, keep your head down, and act like nothing was wrong.

"morning," you muttered, your voice barely breaking the thick silence. no one replied, but you didn’t expect them to.

you crossed the room, feeling their eyes track your every move. your fingers fumbled a bit as you grabbed a cup, your hands shaking just enough for you to curse under your breath. you could feel the tension rising behind you, like the air itself was alive, pressing in from all sides. the coffee machine sputtered to life, the sound breaking through the quiet like a crack of thunder.

as the coffee dripped into the cup, you felt it—the way sunghoon’s gaze bore into you. more intense than the others. his arms were still crossed, jaw clenched so tight you could hear the faint grind of his teeth. you avoided looking his way, pretending you didn’t feel the heat of his stare burning a hole into the back of your head.

you reached for the sugar, your hand trembling just a bit, and that’s when it happened. the packet slipped from your fingers, falling onto the floor with a light thud. such a small, insignificant thing, but in the charged air of that room, it felt like a bomb going off.

"seriously?" sunghoon snapped, the sharpness in his voice cutting through the silence like a blade. you froze, your hand still hovering in midair, your pulse racing. "you can’t even hold on to a fucking sugar packet now?"

your breath hitched, and the room seemed to shrink. the tension that had been building over the last few days finally cracked open, raw and exposed. you could hear the frustration in his voice, the way the drug had been chipping away at his self-control, just like it had with everyone else.

"what’s your problem?" you shot back, your voice shaky but defensive. you weren’t about to let him get away with snapping at you like that, even though you knew—fuck, you knew—he was feeling the same unbearable pressure you were.

“dude, cut it out,” jay jolted up from his seat, glaring at sunghoon with a warning edge in his voice. “turn off your asshole mode for one goddamn moment.”

sunghoon’s fists clenched, but he didn’t fire back immediately. the room was tense, thick with frustration, and you could feel the heat radiating off them.

jay wasn’t backing down, and the silence that followed made it clear that no one was about to challenge him. his eyes locked on sunghoon, daring him to keep pushing.

“fucking bitch,” sunghoon mumbled, just loud enough for everyone to hear.

the shift in the room was immediate. tension snapped like a wire pulled too tight. jake slammed his cup onto the table, the loud clatter echoing through the silence.

“woah.” jake’s voice was low, dangerous. in seconds, he was in front of sunghoon, eyes blazing with disbelief and fury. he had sunghoon cornered against the wall, his grip on sunghoon's shoulder hard enough to make it clear—this wasn’t just a conversation. “what the fuck did you just say?”

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed, lips pressed into a thin line. he wasn’t backing down, even though his breath came in heavy, uneven bursts. but he didn’t speak, refusing to give jake the satisfaction.

“say it again,” jake’s voice dropped colder, his grip tightening. “go ahead, say it again. i fucking dare you.”

jay and jungwon exchanged glances before stepping forward, their expressions unreadable but ready to intervene.

“jake, man, chill,” jay said, his tone calm but firm, cutting through the charged air. “this isn’t how we handle this.”

sunghoon, not one to let things go, shot a glare at jay. “oh, so now you decide to talk, huh? you’ve been real fucking quiet, jay.”

his words hung heavy in the air, a sad attempt to shift the blame, deflect attention from the fact that he had crossed the line. he was scrambling, and it was obvious to everyone.

jay’s gaze turned steely as he stepped further into the circle of tension. “oh, i’ve got plenty to say,” he said, voice sharp. “been sitting back, watching you all fall apart like amateurs.” his gaze swept the room, finally locking onto you.

“me? i’m making sure i don’t lose my shit and do something reckless—like calling her a bitch. that's low, man.”

the atmosphere grew thick, everyone holding their breath. jay’s words hit hard, the room now electric with barely-contained tension.

“trust me,” jay continued, his voice dipping into something darker, “you’d have to be a fucking idiot not to know what’s at stake here.”

jake’s jaw clenched, his fists balled at his sides. “and you think you’re handling this better?” he growled, clearly not liking the way your face softened while listening to jay.

before jay could respond, jungwon stepped in, his hand gently pulling jake back. “he is,” jungwon said quietly. “you have to admit it.”

jay’s smirk faded as he met your gaze. “i’m backing the fuck off because if i don’t, i’m gonna do something we can’t undo. with these drugs? any sane person would’ve put a baby in her by now if they got too close.”

the silence that followed was deafening. jay had ripped open the truth everyone had been avoiding. the tension, the desire, the drugs—everything had been building to this, and now, it was all laid bare.

you swallowed hard, the weight of his words sinking in. every lingering look, every accidental brush of hands—it had all felt dangerous. but hearing jay say it out loud made it undeniable.

jungwon broke the silence, his usually calm exterior now showing cracks. “he’s not wrong,” he muttered, his voice strained, like he was barely holding himself together. “this shit is dangerous. for all of us.”

sunghoon let out a bitter laugh, more frustration than humor. “so what, you’re just gonna back off and leave her to the rest of us?” his eyes flicked to you, sharp and possessive, challenging anyone to take his place.

jay didn’t miss a beat. “i’m stepping back because none of us are thinking straight. and if you were smart, you’d do the same. because right now? all you’re doing is letting the drugs push you toward something you’ll fucking regret.”

sunghoon’s jaw clenched, his fists tightening at his sides, but he didn’t say anything. the anger radiated off him in waves, but he held his tongue.

“just drop it, you're stressing her out.” heeseung’s voice boomed finally taking the chance to intervene, his eyes locking onto you for a brief moment before returning to sunghoon.

sunghoon’s lips pressed into a thin line, but the fire in his eyes hadn’t dimmed. “fine,” he muttered, storming out of the room.

as the door slid shut behind him, you let out a shaky breath, feeling the tension seep out of your body. your heart was still racing, the intensity of the confrontation leaving you rattled.

you couldn’t deny it— it was a dangerous mix, and the line between control and chaos had never been thinner.

heeseung's gaze lingered on you for a moment longer, like he wanted to say something but couldn’t. instead, he sighed, frustration heavy in his voice.

“let’s just… call it a night.” he ran a hand through his hair, the others silently agreeing, even though sleep seemed impossible.

you turned and walked out without another word, your footsteps echoing down the cold, metal corridor. the dull throb behind your eyes pulsed in time with the tension still hanging in the air. everything felt too tight, too close. the once-familiar hallways now felt suffocating, closing in on you with every step.

when you reached your quarters, the temptation to lock yourself away was overwhelming. all you wanted was space—any kind of break from the constant pressure, from them.

you slid down against the door, letting the cool surface steady you. closing your eyes, you tried to will the headache away, but it stayed, just like everything else.

you didn’t think it could get any worse, but it did.

the ship’s hum, once soothing, now grated on your nerves like nails on a chalkboard. the dim lights barely pierced the darkness, casting jagged shadows that made the room feel more like a cage than a sanctuary.

now that you thought about it, the hours blurred together, each one more unbearable than the last. frustration grew with every second. each morning was a repeat of the last—everyone keeping their distance, their eyes lingering too long on you, simmering with tension that never seemed to break. the fight that happened only made things worse. waiting it out wasn’t helping—it was a ticking time bomb.

hq, oblivious to the storm brewing inside the ship, continued with their routine updates, spewing rehearsed bullshit. they couldn’t see how the crew was falling apart—the heated glances, the touches that felt like fire, the way everyone was one misstep from tearing each other apart. but it couldn't last too much longer, right?

jungwon was doing his best to keep it together, but even his usual calm was cracking. his eyes darkened every time they flicked toward you, his jaw clenched tighter with every passing interaction. he was feeling it just as much as the rest—just better at hiding it. for now.

jake? he was a fucking mess. he hardly spoke, keeping to himself, but the tension around him was like a live wire. he was always there, always watching, his gaze burning into you from across the room. he wanted you—needed you—and the drugs were turning that need into something nearly uncontrollable.

subtlety? sunghoon was done with that. every conversation felt like a battle. his sharp, biting words barely hid the hunger in his eyes. he wasn’t playing games anymore. the tension between you two was a powder keg waiting to explode. his irritation was impossible to miss when jungwon or jake stepped in—his possessiveness simmered just beneath the surface, ready to boil over.

heeseung kept his distance, but his watchful gaze never left you. he was calculating, waiting for the right moment. more than once, you caught him staring, his expression unreadable, but the intensity in his eyes spoke volumes. he was just as deep in this mess—he was just better at keeping his desires under control.

and jay? fuck. he claimed he was "backing off," but that was bullshit. he might’ve kept his physical distance, but his presence was suffocating. his eyes always found yours, and for just a split second, you saw the raw hunger before he hid it. he wasn’t fooling anyone, least of all you.

the air on the ship was suffocating. every meal, every briefing was thick with tension. conversations were clipped, bodies stiff, movements calculated to avoid any accidental contact. but their eyes lingered, their restraint slipping. everyone was fucking cracking.

then there were the drugs. goddamn the drugs. coursing through your veins, amplifying everything until you couldn’t think straight. your senses were overloaded—their scent, the heat from their bodies when they got too close, the way a glance sent shivers down your spine. it was too much. everything was too fucking much.

you were in the last 24 hours, the countdown to what felt like an eternity of agonizing, drug-fueled fever dream that had turned the ship into a pressure cooker.

you woke up, your body ablaze, every inch of your skin tingling with raw, desperate need. it was leaving you breathless and trembling. your hand slid over your heated skin, but it wasn’t enough.

all you could think about was them—each one of them—and the way their hunger for you was growing, spiraling out of control.

your hand moved between your thighs, a soft moan escaping your lips as you tried to ease the ache gnawing at you from the inside. but it wasn’t enough. nothing was enough.

you needed them—all of them. their hands, their mouths, their bodies. you imagined their touch, the heat of their breath against your skin, and it sent a shiver down your spine.

the ship was silent, but you knew you weren’t the only one awake, fighting the same losing battle. you could hear it—the quiet creaks of the bunks, the muffled sounds of frustration, the ragged breathing as they struggled to hold on to the last remnants of control.

you stumbled into the dining area, your body buzzing with pent-up tension, the dull throb of desire pulling at your every nerve. even the brush of your arm against the cold metal wall sent a jolt through you, making you bite your lip against the overwhelming ache deep in your core.

this was hell.

"good morning," you managed, your voice shaking, betraying the sleepless night that had left you on edge.

sunghoon, standing by the counter, clutched his coffee mug with trembling hands, the usual calm on his face shattered, replaced by raw frustration. his knuckles were white, gripping the porcelain as if it was the only thing anchoring him. “morning,” he grunted, his voice rough, thick with need. “this shit’s worse than we fucking expected.”

you slid into a chair, avoiding their eyes, but the tension in the room was impossible to ignore. you were the epicenter of this storm, and pretending otherwise was pointless. little did you know this would be the last relatively calm moment before everything unraveled.

jake stormed into the room, his easygoing demeanor nowhere to be found. frustration was etched into every line of his face, his movements aggressive as his eyes locked on you with a predatory gleam. he slammed a stack of papers onto the table, the sound echoing harshly in the confined space.

“how much longer are we supposed to deal with this?” he snapped, voice raw and barely restrained. “it’s driving me fucking insane.”

“tell me something i don’t know, jake,” you shot back, your own patience frayed. the words came out sharper than intended, but you were on edge. the drug was messing with your mind, and their relentless focus on you wasn’t helping.

jake’s eyes flared as he stepped closer, fists clenched. “watch your tone,” he warned, his voice low, simmering with frustration.

you leaned back in your chair, a smirk tugging at your lips. “my tone?” you shot back, voice dripping with sarcasm. “you’re the one losing it, jake. if you can’t handle a little attitude, maybe you’re in the wrong place.”

before jake could respond, jay stormed into the room, his usual calm shattered. desperation was clear in his eyes as he approached, tension radiating from him with every step.

“we need to call hq now,” he growled, his gaze sharp. “i’ve jerked off eleven times, and i’m still hard as fuck. this shit’s unbearable.”

jungwon entered next, his fists clenched, jaw set tight enough to make his teeth grind. the room grew even more suffocating with his presence.

“i can’t even get off,” he muttered darkly, frustration heavy in his voice. “is fucking you the only solution-”

you rolled your eyes, pushing your chair back. “oh, please.”

jungwon’s eyes darkened, his irritation barely contained. “cut me off again, and i’ll make sure your mouth’s too busy to even breathe,” he threatened, his voice cold.

“it’s affecting all of us,” jake growled, stepping closer, his frustration simmering. “and it’s your fault. everything about you—your scent, your presence—I’m about to fucking lose it.” his voice trembled with barely restrained need.

the tension was unbearable, pressing in from all sides. sunghoon slammed his clipboard onto the table, the sharp sound breaking the thick silence.

“you don’t get it,” he snarled, his voice a low growl. “every breath, every second near you—it’s driving me insane. all I want is to bury my dick in you, over and over.”

jake moved closer, his breath hot against your neck. “you think you’re keeping it together?” he whispered, voice thick with desperation. “i’m losing my mind. just being near you is fucking torture. i’m this close to throwing you on this table and fucking you until you can’t think.”

his words sent a shiver down your spine, fear and excitement tangling together as you stepped back—right into jay’s chest. his hands gripped your shoulders, steadying you but trapping you in place.

“back off, jake,” jay snarled, his grip tightening, eyes burning with possessiveness.

“shut the fuck up,” jake spat, shoving jay hard enough to make him stumble. the air crackled with tension as they squared off, ready to fight or fuck.

jungwon leaned against the wall, a smirk playing on his lips. “enjoying this, y/n?” he taunted, his voice laced with sadistic pleasure. “watching us lose control, tearing each other apart over you? must be fun, knowing you can take your pick whenever you want.”

you gripped the edge of the table, knuckles white as you fought to keep control over the storm raging inside you. "i didn’t ask for this fucking chaos," you spat, glaring at jungwon, your voice trembling with barely contained frustration.

sunghoon moved closer, his presence suffocating, eyes burning with a mix of fury and lust. his breath was hot against your skin as he growled through clenched teeth, “i fucking swear, y/n. you’re going to beg me to stop,” his voice low and threatening, “and then beg me not to.”

a violent shiver ran down your spine, your body reacting to the intensity of his words, the heat between your legs growing unbearable.

jake groaned, leaning in even closer, his voice shaking with desperation. "just one touch, please. you don’t understand how bad this is. i’m aching all over, and looking at you is fucking killing me." his words hung in the air, his need palpable, making your pulse race.

just the sound of their voices had you soaked, arousal dripping down your thighs as you sat down, the sticky mess squishing uncomfortably against the cold steel beneath you.

your legs trembled as you squeezed them together, desperate for any relief from the ache building inside you.

"shut up," you whispered, barely audible, but they heard. the raw need in your voice made everyone freeze for a moment, their breathing heavy. "just fucking shut up."

the simple act of rubbing your legs together for friction sent a wave of sensation through you, and they noticed. the low groans they let out were enough to make your heart skip a beat.

heeseung, who had been watching from the sidelines, finally stepped forward. his eyes dark with desire, he towered over you, his voice dangerously low.

"can’t believe getting talked down on made you wet," he murmured, leaning down until his lips brushed your ear, sending a shockwave of heat through your body. "it’s crazy how after all this, you still don’t get how far we’re willing to go. you have no fucking idea, y/n."

his words made you shudder, your breath catching as the throbbing between your legs intensified. your thighs clenched tighter, but it only worsened the ache, the wetness pooling between your legs making it impossible to think straight.

everything was spiraling out of control. every fiber of your being screamed for release, for something—anything—to break this unbearable tension.

“we can’t keep this going,” you breathed out, your voice barely steady, chest heaving as you fought to regain control over yourself. the weight of their eyes on you felt overwhelming, each of them watching, waiting, ready to snap.

jay, pacing restlessly, let out a low, dangerous chuckle. “oh, but we can,” he muttered darkly, his gaze locked on you like a predator closing in. “this isn’t about control anymore, y/n. we’re past that. pick someone. now. before this blows up in ways you won’t like.” his voice was thick with impatience, his words vibrating with raw, untamed desire. well, it appeared that the fight yesterday and the conversation about backing off went right out the fucking window. whatever thin thread of self-control they had clung to had snapped, leaving the room simmering with tension.

there was no more pretending, no more playing along with the idea that this was just a temporary phase to ride out.

"fuck this," sunghoon growled, patience shattered as he yanked your chair toward him, his frame looming over you, heat radiating off his body. his eyes burned with frustration, and hunger.

“you think you can keep teasing us?” his voice dripped with venom. “sitting there, soaked, trembling—like we wouldn’t fucking notice?” his tone dropped, dangerous and possessive. “shit, you look like you’re about to piss yourself.”

the second his hands gripped your thighs, your body jolted, heat flooding through you, your moan spilling out louder than you intended. sunghoon’s grip tightened as he pushed your legs apart, revealing the soaked mess of your uniform.

cold air brushed against your skin, and you shuddered, but worse than that was the room’s collective reaction—their eyes locking onto the wetness between your legs.

“fuck,” sunghoon muttered under his breath, fingers digging into your skin as he stared down, primal need flashing across his face. his body went taut, every muscle coiled with tension.

the others reacted just as violently. jake slammed his fist into the table with a loud crash. jay knocked a chair over, sending it clattering to the floor. heeseung gripped the counter, knuckles white, his jaw clenched as if he were on the verge of snapping.

“look at what you’ve fucking done,” jay muttered, pacing, his voice low and dangerous. “you’re driving us insane.”

the air buzzed with electricity. sunghoon’s hands didn’t leave your body, his grip firm, possessive. he leaned closer, eyes flicking between your flushed face and your legs spread before him.

“this isn’t going to end how you think,” he whispered darkly. "you’re not walking away from this, not when you’re this desperate."

sunghoon dropped to his knees in front of you, his hands moving with reckless desperation, tearing at your soaked pants. the fabric ripped easily, leaving you exposed, vulnerable. the cold air on your skin only amplified the heat coursing through your body, the throbbing ache between your legs unbearable.

for a second, all you could hear were your own ragged breaths and sunghoon’s, both of you caught in the intensity of the moment. his eyes were fixed on the wetness between your thighs, his tongue darting out as he stared at your pathetic excuse of panties, barely holding together.

but then, chaos.

jake lunged forward, grabbing sunghoon by the collar and yanking him away with a feral snarl. "dude, stop!" jake’s voice was raw, frustration boiling over as he shoved sunghoon back, his face twisted with anger and jealousy.

heeseung followed, stepping in, eyes blazing as he pushed sunghoon further. “are you fucking insane?” he growled, fists clenched, the restraint in his voice hanging by a thread.

sunghoon staggered back, his eyes wide and wild, trying to process everything. "make up your damn minds!" he snapped, voice shaky.

jay, pacing furiously, kicked a chair, sending it skidding across the room with a loud crash. "you’re not getting first fucking dibs, sunghoon!" he spat, barely holding his anger in check.

sunghoon, trembling and panting, made another move toward you, his hand reaching out, but jake grabbed him, his grip tight. "back off, man," jake growled, his voice low, eyes hard.

you shook, heart pounding as you watched them unravel. their raw frustration, the hunger in their eyes—it was overwhelming. your body quivered, every nerve on fire, the heat of their desire pressing down on you.

sunghoon’s eyes met yours again, wild with need. he wasn’t giving up.

you glanced down at yourself—disheveled, thighs still slick, body a mess. you wanted this, god, you wanted it so badly it hurt. the craving burned through you, desperate for their touch, for their bodies against yours.

but then the thought of pregnancy cut through the haze—being filled by all of them. that was the only thing stopping you from fully surrendering.

on shaky legs, you stood, gripping the table for support. the room was heavy with silence, the tension unbearable. their eyes were locked on you, devouring every inch, their frustration and need a mirror to your own.

you were barely holding it together, torn clothes clinging to your sweat-soaked body, but you couldn’t let them see you break.

the quiet stretched, thick and suffocating, every second dragging out as the weight of what just happened hung between you all. your breath hitched, chest tight, trying to stay calm.

then jungwon spoke, breaking through the suffocating tension.

"fuck, this isn’t working anymore," he said, voice low, strained. his eyes lingered on you briefly before shifting to the others. "i didn’t think i’d say this… but follow me."

the atmosphere shifted instantly. confusion flickered across their faces as they glanced between each other. your heart raced, unsure what jungwon meant—unsure what was about to happen.

"where?" jake asked, his voice sharp.

jungwon’s jaw clenched, frustration evident. “just follow me,” he repeated, more firmly this time, his calm starting to crack.

jay stepped forward, glaring at him. "where the hell are you taking us?"

"the greenhouse," jungwon answered, his tone tight, barely keeping his composure.

“the greenhouse?” jake echoed, his disbelief momentarily cutting through the tension. “what the fuck are we gonna do in the greenhouse?”

"just... trust me," jungwon snapped, his eyes locking onto each of them in turn. you could see how hard he was fighting to hold it together. "we can’t stay here. it’s only gonna get worse."

the words hung in the air, the tension thickening. for a moment, no one moved, uncertain. the greenhouse was isolated, quiet, but why take everyone there now?

reluctantly, they exchanged looks. the tension was unbearable; staying here was a risk. one by one, they followed jungwon out of the common room, frustration simmering beneath the surface, but trusting his judgment enough to go along.

jungwon glanced at you, his voice softer now. "come on." something flickered in his eyes—something unreadable.

your heart pounded, but you nodded, taking a shaky breath as you followed, unsure if leaving would ease the tension—or make it worse.

as you all walked, the silence stretched out between you like a taut wire. no one spoke. the only sound was the soft echo of footsteps through the narrow corridors. they kept their distance, eyes focused ahead, but you could feel the weight of their gazes trailing after you, their restraint barely holding.

your legs trembled with every step, the cool air brushing against your exposed skin only sharpened the sensations, your torn uniform clinging to your damp body.

you were still soaked, your thighs slick and uncomfortable, the heat between your legs impossible to ignore.

would the greenhouse ease the tension? or was this just delaying the inevitable?

as you stepped inside, the usual peace of the greenhouse was lost on you. the soft glow of the lights and the lush plants that surrounded you faded into the background.

all you could focus on was the pulse between your legs, the tension hanging thick in the air between you and the others. each of them was fighting their own battle, their barely-controlled desire palpable.

you all spread out, keeping a foot of distance between one another, but it felt pointless.

no one spoke. jungwon moved to the far end, his back turned to the group, hands fumbling through the drawers, the soft clink of metal breaking the silence.

you watched him, trying desperately to focus on anything but the ache inside you. every second that passed felt like an eternity.

his fingers brushed over something soft—a silky texture—and he froze. you saw his posture stiffen, his jaw clench, and you didn’t need to see what he was holding to know it was something dangerous.

it was a baby pink silk restraint. his hand lingered on it for a moment, his breath catching before he muttered a curse under his breath.

god, it would look so good on you, he thought, frustration flickering across his face as he bit back whatever dark thought had formed. but not yet. his fingers slid past the restraints with a clenched jaw, reaching for something else.

he grasped a vacuum-sealed pack of leaves, pulling them out carefully. your breath hitched, mind racing with questions, but you stayed silent. then, he grabbed a small glass test tube, snapped the ends off, leaving tiny holes on both sides. what the hell was he doing? there was a clinical precision to his movements, but the tension in his body told you he was just as affected as everyone else.

“this should help,” he muttered, mostly to himself. his voice was tight, strained. though he wasn’t looking at you, his clenched jaw and white-knuckled grip on the glass were telltale signs he was barely holding it together.

his words hung in the air, and something about them felt wrong. the room froze, confusion settling over everyone as they glanced between him and the odd supplies he was handling.

“fucking weed?” jake’s voice sliced through the tension, disbelief and frustration spilling out. his glare locked onto jungwon. “you had weed this whole fucking time?”

the already thick atmosphere tightened further. all eyes turned to jungwon, their shock mirrored in expressions of disbelief.

“you’ve been sitting on this while we’ve been going insane?” heeseung scoffed, his restraint unraveling as anger simmered in his voice. “what the fuck is wrong with you?”

“what the hell, jungwon?” jay muttered, pacing furiously, running a hand through his hair. “you had something that could’ve helped while we’ve been losing our goddamn minds?”

jungwon, still focused on the leaves, barely glanced up. “you think i was sitting on this for fun?” his tone was tight, laced with frustration.

“this isn’t some regular plant. it’s from an alien planet. i had to be sure it wouldn’t mess with whatever experimental crap they pumped us full of.”

sunghoon, who had been unsettlingly silent until now, stepped forward, his eyes burning with fury as he glared down at jungwon. "so you waited until we’re this close to tearing each other apart to bring this up?" his voice was low, dangerous, barely restrained.

“it’s not that simple,” jungwon snapped, holding up the plant like it was a fragile artifact. “this thing could either help or completely screw us if it reacts badly.”

“you could’ve fixed this sooner,” jake growled, his fists clenched at his sides, stepping closer, frustration boiling over. “what the hell were you waiting for? an invitation?”

jungwon didn’t flinch. his eyes were sharp, jaw tight as he stood his ground. “you want to keep losing your shit?” his voice cut through the tension, hard and challenging.

he scanned the room, meeting each glare with a look that dared them to push further. the silence stretched between them, thick with unsaid threats. no one spoke, but the air crackled with tension.

the anger that had been fueling them all seemed to hit a wall, the realization settling in that despite their frustrations, they had no choice but to trust jungwon. the weight of it hung heavy in the air, no one willing to admit it out loud, but the decision had already been made.

“fine,” jay muttered darkly, glaring at jungwon. “but if this doesn’t work, you are the first one we’re coming after.”

the room was still buzzing with tension, but it seemed like, for now, they were willing to let jungwon do his thing.

you let out a small sigh, rubbing a hand over your face. “i’d kill for some indica right now,” you muttered under your breath, not realizing it until the words were already out.

there was a pause before a chorus of chuckles broke the silence. jake raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips as the tension finally eased, just a little. even jay, still pacing, let out a low, reluctant laugh, shaking his head.

“never figured you for a stoner, y/n,” heeseung chimed in from his spot, leaning back with a hint of amusement in his voice. his eyes flicked to you, playful, though the tension between you wasn’t entirely gone.

"guess there’s still a lot we don’t know about her," jungwon muttered, a smirk tugging at his lips as he glanced over at you, the dark intensity in his eyes softening into something more amused.

your comment had loosened the grip of tension that had everyone on edge, even if only for a moment. everyone seemed to breathe a little easier, their anger simmering into something manageable.

“indica, huh?” sunghoon finally spoke up, shaking his head with a slight smirk. “figured you’d be more of a sativa type, to be honest.”

“nah,” you replied with a half-hearted shrug, feeling more at ease as the mood shifted. “i like to be relaxed, not bouncing off the walls.”

jake snorted, running a hand through his hair. “well, let’s hope jungwon’s got the good stuff, or we’re all fucked.”

jungwon rolled his eyes, his hands still working quickly on the mixture, though you caught a flicker of a smile at the corner of his lips. “if this works, you’ll all be thanking me soon enough.”

heeseung leaned forward, his eyes sharp as they locked on jungwon. “so what, you haven’t tried it yourself?”

jungwon didn’t look up from his task, fingers deftly moving, but the brief pause before he answered brought the tension creeping back into the room. “no, not exactly.”

jake’s eyebrow shot up. “not exactly? the hell does that mean?”

jungwon sighed, the annoyance clear in his voice. “i’ve done the research. i know the compounds, and it’s designed to counteract the enhancement drug they’ve been giving us. i just haven’t had a reason to use it yet.”

“so we’re the fucking guinea pigs now?” jay scoffed, his frustration bubbling back to the surface.

jungwon huffed, his voice edged with irritation. “i haven’t smoked a day in my life, alright? but i’m smart enough to know it’s got the compounds to calm us down.”

the room fell silent for a beat before jake let out a disbelieving laugh, shaking his head. “so you’ve never smoked, and now we’re trusting you to dose us with some alien space weed? you’ve gotta be kidding me.”

sunghoon, arms crossed, still fuming, shot jungwon a glare. “so, what? we’re supposed to just hope you don’t screw this up?” his voice was sharp, dripping with irritation. “you really think we’re gonna go along with this when you don’t even know if it’s gonna work?”

jungwon’s jaw clenched, eyes flicking between them, clearly over their shit. “do any of you have a goddamn degree?” he snapped, not even looking up as his hands worked swiftly.

“because last time i checked, i’m the one with a background in biochemistry. so unless you’re secretly holding out on some phd in alien botany, shut the hell up and let me do my job.”

sunghoon's glare didn’t waver, but the sharp edge of his frustration dulled for a moment as jungwon's words hit. there was a flicker of acknowledgment in the silence that followed.

jake, however, wasn’t ready to let it go so easily. “yeah, well, last time i checked, your degree didn’t come with a guarantee this alien weed won’t mess us up even more,” he quipped, arms crossed, but there was a slight grin tugging at his lips.

jungwon rolled his eyes, finally looking up, clearly done with their bullshit. “you want to keep arguing, or do you want to get out of this without tearing each other to pieces?” he shot back, his patience visibly thinning. “because i’d love to stand here and debate this, but we don’t exactly have time for a fucking TED talk.”

heeseung, who had been watching from the sidelines, let out a low chuckle.

“fine, doc. we’ll shut up and let you save the day with your alien potions. but if this goes sideways…”

jungwon cut him off, deadpan. “yeah, yeah. you’ll all come for my ass. i’ve heard it. now, can we get on with it?”

sunghoon’s jaw tightened, his eyes narrowing on jungwon, but he didn’t push any further, taking a step back with a begrudging sigh. “just don’t screw this up.”

jungwon stayed focused on his task, ignoring their complaints. "if we get through this without killing each other, it’ll be a miracle," he muttered, his hands working swiftly over the alien plant like it was routine.

jake snorted, watching jungwon carefully, though some of the tension had eased. "if we do, you’re never living this down."

jungwon shot him a quick glare. "good thing i don’t give a shit about your approval, huh?"

the room remained thick with tension as jungwon sealed the mixture and set it aside. everyone was on edge, eyes shifting between you and jungwon, frustrations bubbling just beneath the surface.

sunghoon’s arms tightened across his chest, his jaw clenched. "so what now, jungwon? gonna roll it up and hope it works?"

jungwon shot him a sharp look, pulling out a small device. "no rolling. we’re vaporizing it. faster, cleaner. you’ll feel it in minutes." his voice was steady, but the tightness in his posture showed he was feeling the strain, just like the rest of you.

heeseung chuckled under his breath, his foot tapping against the floor. "minutes, huh? guess we won’t have to wait long to find out if it works."

jay, who had been pacing, paused, his eyes narrowing as he turned toward you. "what about you, y/n?" he asked, his tone pointed. "you trust jungwon with this? or are you as skeptical as the rest of us?"

you swallowed, your voice quieter than you intended. "i don’t know," you admitted, glancing at jungwon. "but we don’t have any other options."

sunghoon grunted from his spot against the wall, his gaze sweeping over you. "yeah, well, this better work. because if it doesn’t, i don’t know how much longer i can keep my hands off you." his voice was low, frustration and desire mixing into a dangerous edge.

jake, still glaring at jungwon, crossed his arms. "let’s just get this over with."

jungwon nodded, his movements precise as he set up the vaporizer. the tension thickened in the room, each second stretching as everyone waited for the first hit, anticipation hanging in the air like a storm about to break.

finally, jungwon took the first hit, exhaling slowly as the vapor filled the room. “one at a time,” he said, passing it to jake. “just try not to lose control yet, alright?”

jake inhaled deeply, his eyes flicking toward you, though his expression remained hard. the vapor passed through the group, each taking their turn as the scent thickened in the air.

when it reached you, you hesitated before lifting the device to your lips. the warm vapor filled your lungs, and for a moment, nothing changed.

then, you felt it—a subtle shift.

the tension in your body eased slightly, the tightness in your chest loosening. the ache in your core dulled just enough for you to breathe easier. you exhaled, the weight still there, but lighter.

"anyone feel anything yet?" jungwon asked, scanning the group, his own face showing a bit of relief.

jay leaned back, exhaling. "not gonna lie, jungwon. if this works, i’ll take back all the shit i said."

sunghoon, his eyes still locked on you, let out a low breath. "it’s working… but this is just the beginning, isn’t it?"

heeseung, now more relaxed, nodded slowly, the relentless tapping of his foot finally stopping. "yeah… it’s taking the edge off, but it’s not gonna keep us from snapping completely."

jungwon’s jaw tightened, but he gave a small nod. "it’ll help us hold on. that’s all we need for now."

as the minutes passed, the atmosphere in the room began to shift. the sharpness of desperation started to fade, replaced by a warmth that slowly spread through your body, relaxing muscles that had been tight for what felt like hours. the effect settled in like a haze, making everything feel slower, softer.

sunghoon, who had been rigid with frustration, let out a low chuckle, leaning his head back against the wall. "shit... this actually feels kinda good," he muttered, a hint of surprise in his voice.

jake, still leaning against the table, blinked a few times, his frown fading into something more relaxed. "yeah..." he murmured, a lazy grin forming on his face as he glanced around. "this is... better."

heeseung, who had been sitting tensely moments before, now leaned back in his chair, a slow, amused smile spreading across his face. "jungwon, man... you actually did something here," he said, his voice lighter, a bit dazed. the others were clearly feeling the high too.

jay, who had been pacing earlier, was now casually leaning against the wall, his usual dark intensity replaced by a half-smirk. "yeah, i’ll admit... didn’t expect this. i feel... fucking mellow." he laughed, running a hand through his hair as if he was still trying to process it.

jungwon, the most tightly wound of them all, finally looked up from his seat, his expression softening with a mix of relief and satisfaction. "it’s working," he said, his voice low and smooth, clearly feeling the effects himself. even his usual controlled posture had relaxed, his eyes slightly glassy.

you felt it too—the pressure that had been suffocating you for days seemed to melt away, replaced by a warm, buzzing sensation under your skin. the tension that had gripped your body so tightly was gone, and you were undeniably high. the lightness in your limbs was intoxicating.

sunghoon chuckled again, his gaze shifting to you. "you look like you’re finally not about to explode," he teased, his voice softer, the sharp edge gone. "how’s it feel, y/n?"

you couldn’t help but let out a breathy laugh, the tightness in your chest loosening. "better," you admitted, leaning back, feeling their eyes on you, but without the suffocating intensity from before. "a lot better."

jake grinned lazily, his shoulders slumping as he settled into a more comfortable stance. "so this is what it feels like to not be two seconds away from losing it," he muttered, more to himself than anyone.

heeseung stretched out in his chair, his foot tapping finally still. "yeah, i could get used to this," he drawled, a slow grin spreading across his face. for the first time in days, he wasn’t on the verge of snapping.

jungwon, who’d been quiet, looked over at you, his eyes softer, the tension gone from his voice. "told you it would help," he said, a small smile tugging at his lips.

jay chuckled, shaking his head. "fuck, jungwon, you really had us doubting you. might be the best idea you’ve had."

sunghoon, still watching you, smirked lazily, his gaze no longer sharp but relaxed. "we should’ve gotten high sooner. would’ve saved a lot of trouble."

the room felt different—lighter. the tension that had suffocated everyone for days was replaced by a calm that had been missing. it wasn’t completely gone, but the edge had softened, smoothed out by the haze now filling the air. for the first time in what felt like forever, you could breathe.

"shit, we’ve got weed in space," jake muttered, laughing under his breath, his words slurred slightly. "if this ain’t the best thing ever... how the hell are we supposed to work now?" he leaned back against the table, a lazy grin on his face. "i don’t even want to touch a holo-pad."

jay chuckled again, his body loose as he glanced around. "yeah, fuck the mission for a second."

you caught jay’s eyes lingering on you, his gaze soft but still intense. he smirked, pushing off the wall, taking a slow step toward you, his eyes locked on yours. "shit, y/n... you look real pretty right now," he murmured, his voice dropping into a low rumble, the high relaxing him completely.

heeseung chuckled, nodding in agreement. "he’s not wrong... the weed’s hitting, and damn, you’re glowing." his voice was smoother now, the usual restraint gone, replaced with easy confidence.

sunghoon leaned in slightly, a slow grin spreading across his face. "yeah, this is... nice," he muttered, his gaze heavy with the haze but carrying a new kind of appreciation.

jungwon, clearly struggling to keep it together, was out of his element. his lips kept twitching, fighting off a laugh as his eyes darted around the room, wide and a little glassy, trying to maintain his usual calm demeanor.

you watched him press his lips together, body stiff as he fought the high. but when jake caught sight of him, it was over.

"holy shit—jungwon’s gone," jake laughed, loud and carefree. "look at him! man’s trying so hard not to fucking giggle, it’s killing him."

jay doubled over, slapping the wall as he tried to stay upright. "oh my god, he’s losing it," he gasped between laughs, pointing at jungwon, whose face had turned pink.

sunghoon shook his head, chuckling low. "dude, just let it out," he teased, enjoying watching jungwon squirm.

jungwon couldn’t hold back anymore. with a breathless laugh, he broke, his shoulders shaking as he buried his face in his hands. "fuck," he muttered, still laughing. "this is ridiculous."

everyone in the room joined in, the tension that had been building for days finally shattering. heeseung leaned back, laughing with the rest as jungwon gave in to the high.

"beginner’s luck, huh?" heeseung grinned, wiping a tear from his eye. "never thought i’d see you like this, jungwon."

jungwon, still giggling, waved them off. "shut up," he managed, his voice cracking with amusement. "this wasn’t supposed to go like this."

laughter filled the greenhouse, the heavy atmosphere replaced by a much-needed sense of relief. it was messy, chaotic, but for the first time in what felt like forever, it didn’t feel like everything was falling apart.

"so... i gotta ask," you said, breaking through the haze of laughter, your tone teasing. their attention snapped back to you, giggles fading as you continued.

"i get you guys hella horny, don’t i?" you grinned, the boldness of your words catching them off guard, a smirk spreading across your face. "when did it start?"

the room fell silent for a split second as your bold question lingered in the air, their eyes widening, expressions shifting from shock to amusement. the haze of the high made the moment even more surreal, everyone too relaxed to hide their reactions.

heeseung, the first to break the silence, let out a low laugh, stretching lazily in his chair. “damn, y/n, you really don't hold back with the questions,” he shot you a smirk, his tone dripping with that lazy confidence that came from the weed.

“but, i'mnot gonna lie, it’s been a while. you walking around like that didn’t make it easy either.”

jay, still leaning against the wall, raised an eyebrow at you, his lips curling into a mischievous grin. “yeah, we’ve been dealing with this shit for a minute,” he admitted, his voice smooth and casual, but there was no mistaking the way his eyes raked over you. “you’re not exactly easy to ignore.”

sunghoon, always the one to speak his mind, leaned forward, his smirk matching jay’s. “she’s asking for specifics,” he teased, his voice low, playful.

“when did it start? if you really want to know... it’s been there since the beginning.” his gaze softened as he added.

jungwon, still recovering from his laughing fit, cleared his throat, his face a little pink, though he tried to play it cool.

you laughed, the sound bright and a little tipsy from the relaxed atmosphere. “oh, so that’s why all the frustration, huh?”

heeseung leaned back in his chair, the high loosening everyone up as he sighed, grinning lazily. “alright, fine, didn't think i'd ever admit this but...” he said, voice more serious but still playful.

“if i'm being completely honest, I’ve been watching you a lot longer than I’d like to admit.” he looked directly at you, his grin softening. “a bit of a... peep show, you could say.”

the room went dead quiet. your breath hitched, his confession sinking in. even the others, lost in their own buzz, snapped their attention to him in surprise.

“what?” jake muttered, wide-eyed.

heeseung shrugged, completely unbothered. “not proud of it, but yeah. i’d see you in your room, getting ready... lingered a little longer than I should have.”

you felt your face flush, heart racing as his words hit. heeseung had been watching you all this time. how?

“wait, you were spying on her?” jay’s voice held surprise, but no judgment.

heeseung nodded, no shame in his voice. “yeah, guess you could call it that. but y/n didn’t exactly make it easy.” his eyes glinted with that dark intensity again. “you were always right there, looking so damn good, almost like you wanted me to watch.”

sunghoon let out a low whistle, shaking his head. “so that’s why you’ve been extra wound up around her, huh? then avoiding her like the plague.”

heeseung chuckled, running a hand through his hair. “you have no idea.”

your stomach flipped, a swirl of shock and something darker, more thrilling, stirred inside you. “how long?” you asked quietly, the words slipping out before you could stop them.

heeseung met your gaze, his playful facade dropping for a moment. “long enough to know you’ve been driving me insane.”

"but i thought," you stammered, "wow, so from the start you've been trying to keep yourself in line. not like jake." you glanced at jake, who just smirked, shrugging.

heeseung chuckled, a deep sound that made your pulse spike. "that’s what i wanted you to think," he said, leaning back with a smug grin.

"i was careful. unlike jake—" he threw a playful glare at jake—"i didn’t let it get to me. well, not until recently."

“oh, come on,” jake muttered, clearly amused. “don’t act like you’re better than me. at least i didn’t spy on her.

jungwon, watching quietly, raised an eyebrow but stayed silent, observing.

your face burned as the puzzle pieces clicked into place. "so, all this time, you were just watching me? waiting for what?" your voice came out breathless, his confession settling heavily in the air.

heeseung’s grin widened, eyes darkening. "waiting for the right moment," he said smoothly. "waiting for you to realize none of us are as in control as you think."

"is this what people do when they’re high?" jungwon muttered, still sounding dazed, his wide eyes darting between you, heeseung, and the rest of the guys, struggling to keep up with the shift in mood.

jake snorted, rubbing his face as he tried to contain his laughter. "nah, man," he said, still chuckling, "this is what happens when we’ve been stuck in space too long, high as hell, and all our secrets start spilling out."

jay leaned against the wall, grinning. "welcome to the party, jungwon," he teased, giving him a playful nudge. "this is when shit gets real."

jungwon blinked rapidly, shaking his head like he couldn’t believe the conversation had shifted from calming down to confessions about spying and hidden desires. "i thought this was supposed to relax us, not... this," he mumbled to himself.

heeseung just laughed, clearly enjoying jungwon’s confusion. "nah, this is what happens when people get too comfortable. all the bottled-up shit comes out," he said, his gaze sliding back to you, still carrying that dark intensity. "and trust me, there’s a lot more to spill."

you smirked, leaning into the playful mood. "oh, we’re spilling secrets now? anyone else got something to confess while we’re riding this high?" your eyes gleamed with curiosity as you turned to jungwon. "how much of that stuff you got, jungwon? ’cause we could always smoke more."

jungwon stood up slowly, his posture loose, movements smooth. he looked so good right now, and you knew you weren’t hiding your thoughts well. your eyes traced the line of his shoulders, the easy way his body moved, and the heat of your gaze didn’t go unnoticed.

he caught your stare, but instead of calling you out, he just smirked, his eyes meeting yours with a knowing look that sent a shiver through you.

"you wanna know how much we’ve got?" his voice low and playful as he walked over to a small section of the greenhouse, gesturing to a tree standing tall with thick, lush leaves. "we’ve got a whole fucking tree."

the room went still for a beat before jake broke the silence with a disbelieving laugh. "you’ve been sitting on that this whole time?"

jay’s jaw dropped. "holy shit."

sunghoon ran a hand through his hair, laughing under his breath. "i thought this place was for ‘essential’ plants. guess that counts now, huh?"

jungwon shrugged, unfazed. "it’s part of my research. i made sure it’d be ready if we needed it." his gaze lingered on you a moment longer, his eyes dark, playful, and filled with quiet intensity.

you leaned back in your chair, laughing softly. "so we’ve got enough to keep this going?"

jungwon smirked, glancing back at the tree. "more than enough."

the room settled into a calm silence, everyone processing the absurdity of the situation—weed in space, a secret tree in the greenhouse, and a group of high, frustrated guys finally letting their guard down. It felt like something was about to break, but for now, it was almost... fun.

"so, what was in that vial you hid from me when i grabbed my kit?" you asked, narrowing your eyes at jungwon. the playful tone lingered, but curiosity slipped in. "i saw you stash it."

jungwon froze for a second, his eyes flickering with something unreadable. Instead of deflecting, though, his smirk grew wider, and he leaned against the wall, his gaze locking onto yours.

"smart girl," he said, his voice lower, more intimate. "no wonder i think about you more than i should." his eyes sparkled with something darker, sending a shiver down your spine.

the others groaned, rolling their eyes.

jake snorted. "finally, he flirts back. thought we were in for another lecture on compounds or some shit."

jay crossed his arms, shaking his head with a grin. "dude’s trying so hard to play it cool, but look at him—he's all grown up i'm gonna cry."

sunghoon leaned against the wall, laughing quietly. "guess even jungwon can’t resist."

jungwon shot them a glare, his smirk faltering for just a second before he composed himself, eyes flicking back to you. “don’t listen to these idiots,” he muttered, standing a little straighter. “but yeah… I might’ve kept that vial out of sight for a reason.”

you raised an eyebrow, curiosity spiking. “oh? and what’s in it?”

jungwon’s voice dropped, smooth but with a darker undertone. “did you really think i was that innocent?” he asked, tilting his head as he watched you closely. “i gave off that vibe from the start, didn’t i?”

you nodded, biting your lip, a shiver running down your spine. jungwon had always seemed so calm and composed—safe. but after that episode when he spanked you in your quarters you were already convinced he could be dangerous.

he leaned in just enough, voice low but loud enough for everyone to hear. “if we’re being honest, all i’ve been wanting to do is drug the fuck out of you and—” his lips curled into a wicked grin, “do whatever i want.”

the room froze.

every pair of eyes widened in shock, caught between disbelief and something darker.

“damn,” jake muttered, running a hand through his hair. “the fuck, jungwon?”

jay blinked, raising an eyebrow. “wow. didn’t expect that from you.”

sunghoon let out a low whistle, shaking his head, though a soft laugh escaped him. “we all knew you had some dark shit in you, but i didn’t think you’d just... say it.”

jungwon just shrugged, far too relaxed for someone who had just confessed something twisted. his eyes flicked back to you, heat radiating behind them, making your heart pound.

“so,” he said, smirking, “are we going to tell her we’ve been low-key scheming, or did you figure it out, y/n?” his voice was sharp, playful. “you’re smart—did you really buy my ‘nice guy’ act?”

sunghoon’s grin widened. “yeah, you didn’t think jungwon was that innocent, did you?”

you rolled your eyes, teasing. “i mean, the checking me out part was obvious—you guys didn’t even try to hide it. i just figured you were all perverts.” you paused, letting a smirk play on your lips.

leaning back in your chair, the tension in the air grew thicker, electric. “to be honest, though,” you added, voice light, “i liked knowing i could get you hard. it was fun.”

the room went dead silent again. shock, amusement, and lust mingled on their faces. they hadn’t expected that.

heeseung let out a low chuckle, his eyes darkening as he leaned in slightly. “well, at least you’re aware of your effect on us.”

jay raised his brows, a grin spreading as he ran a hand through his hair. “damn, y/n, didn’t think you’d just come out and say it like that.”

jake, unable to hold back his smirk, leaned forward. “so you like getting us worked up? that’s what all this teasing’s been about?”

sunghoon chuckled under his breath, though his gaze remained intense. “guess we’re getting more than we bargained for tonight.”

“yeah,” you replied confidently. “it was fun watching you squirm.”

the tension in the room was heavy now, thick with unspoken desire. you could feel the weight of their eyes on you, and it only made your skin tingle more.

"wow, this weed is definitely making it worse," you muttered, feeling the heat build inside you, the haze thickening the air around you. "sure, i don’t wanna fuck everyone’s brains out right now, but..."

your gaze drifted over them, the anticipation swirling in your stonmach. "it’s definitely getting me horny."

the atmosphere shifted, your words hanging in the air, making the tension in the room palpable. their reactions were instant—a flicker of barely-contained desire across their faces.

jake let out a low groan, leaning back against the table, eyes darkening. "you’re killing me, y/n," he muttered, rubbing a hand over his face, frustration clear. "you have no fucking idea."

jay chuckled, shaking his head. "we’re all barely holding it together, and you’re just sitting there, getting off on it?" his voice strained, fists clenched. "damn."

“gimme another hit, won,” you said, your voice dropping, teasing as you looked over at jungwon. your eyes locked, and the room seemed to still. the tension thickened, nearly unbearable.

jungwon blinked, not expecting your bold request, but his smirk quickly returned, eyes darker now. "you sure you can handle more, y/n?" his voice low, teasing but laced with warning. “we’re all on edge already.”

"yeah, i’m sure," you replied, holding his gaze. "let’s see if i can handle it."

the others watched with clear interest. jake raised an eyebrow, smirking. "shit, she’s going for more? that’s either brilliant or dangerous."

jungwon stepped closer, pulling out the vaporizer, his movements deliberate. “if you’re so eager,” he muttered, holding it out to you. your fingers brushed his as you took it, the brief contact sending a shiver through you.

you inhaled deeply, the warm haze filling your lungs, intensifying the heat and desire already coursing through you. the high hit harder this time, amplifying everything—the room felt hotter, the tension thicker.

“fuck,” you whispered, feeling the warmth spread through your body.

jungwon’s eyes never left you. "better?" he asked, voice tight like he was barely keeping it together.

you nodded, a smirk tugging at your lips. “yeah... but this,” you gestured at your ripped pants with a teasing grin, “this is uncomfortable.” your voice was thick with desire as your gaze drifted over the guys, taking in their reactions.

the room had grown unbearably hot, tension coiling tighter by the second. you sighed playfully, tilting your head. “mind if i strip a bit, boys?” you teased, not really waiting for permission, fingers already at the hem of your shirt. “love the gift, sunghoon, but it’s gotta go.”

sunghoon’s eyes widened, breath hitching as he leaned forward, gaze locked on you. “shit, y/n,” he muttered, voice trembling slightly. “you’re really doing this?”

jake groaned again, rubbing his face, clearly struggling. “fuck, she’s serious,” he muttered, voice thick with lust.

jay leaned back, eyes darker now, smirk still on his lips as he watched with a mix of hunger and amusement. “go ahead,” he drawled, voice low. “it’s your show.”

heeseung chuckled, watching as you slowly peeled off your clothes, revealing more skin. “well, this just got a hell of a lot more interesting,” he muttered, voice dripping with desire.

you felt their eyes on you, tracking every movement as you slipped out of your uniform, the cool air hitting your heated skin. the tension was almost suffocating as they watched, captivated by every inch you revealed.

“much better,” you teased, letting your clothes drop, now standing in just your shirt and underwear. their stares were heavy with unmistakable hunger.

"how many more hours we got?" you asked, voice laced with anticipation, your gaze flicking between them, all barely holding on.

heeseung glanced at the time, his eyes never leaving you. “twenty hours,” he muttered, voice rough with frustration.

jake groaned, his head dropping into his hands. “twenty more hours? we’re not gonna fucking make it.”

sunghoon’s eyes were glued to you, his breath shaky. “twenty hours... and you’re already stripping? how the fuck are we supposed to keep it together?”

jay chuckled, but his eyes were dark with desire. “shit, we barely held out this long, and now you’re making it harder—literally.”

you smirked, still buzzing from the high, their heated stares making your pulse quicken. “just wanted to make things... interesting,” you said, your voice dripping with challenge. “let’s see if you can last another twenty hours.”

"pass it," jake muttered, finally caving, knowing they needed something to take the edge off. his voice strained, tension clear as he reached for the vaporizer, his fingers brushing yours.

sunghoon groaned. "give it here,” he growled, rubbing his neck, clearly struggling for control. “if we’re stuck like this, might as well get fucked up.”

as the vaporizer made its rounds, the atmosphere shifted again. the weed wasn’t dulling their desire—it was amplifying it. their eyes lingered longer, the raw need in the air thickening.

you watched them, heart racing, body humming with anticipation. “looks like it’s gonna be a long night,” you murmured, your voice soft but full of challenge, daring them to hold on.

heeseung took a slow hit from the vaporizer, holding it in as he watched you, mischief glinting in his eyes. with a smirk, he leaned forward, voice low and teasing. “wanna shotgun?”

the room went silent, everyone’s attention snapping to you and heeseung. his suggestion hung in the air, thick with tension and curiosity.

your heart skipped a beat, the heat of his offer rushing through your veins. he was testing you, and they were all watching.

jake raised an eyebrow, leaning in, his grin widening. “shit... are we really doing this?”

sunghoon chuckled darkly, his eyes locked on you. “she’s not saying no.” jay’s smirk grew, arms crossed as he leaned back, watching.

you bit your lip, locking eyes with heeseung. “fuck it,” you said, your tone matching his. “let’s do it.”

heeseung’s smirk widened, and he moved closer, taking another slow hit from the vaporizer. without breaking eye contact, he leaned in, his face inches from yours, the heat between you nearly suffocating.

you closed the distance, taking the smoke from him as he exhaled. the proximity made your pulse race, the moment electric, charged with a new kind of tension.

as you finished inhaling, heeseung didn’t hesitate. his lips crashed against yours, his tongue sliding past your lips in a kiss that was hungry, overwhelming. a low, sensual groan escaped you, the heat of the moment making your body buzz, his mouth moving against yours with a fiery intensity.

his hands gripped your waist, pulling you closer, his body pressing into yours. but after what felt like both too long and not nearly long enough, he pulled away, his lips hovering close to yours as he caught his breath, his chest rising and falling rapidly.

you let out a breathless laugh, eyes half-lidded, a lazy smirk playing on your lips. "feels like i’m back in college," you teased, voice rough, dripping with satisfaction.

heeseung wiped the corner of his mouth with the back of his hand, his thumb brushing your bottom lip before pulling back. “shit, y/n,” he muttered, breathless. “you’re making this so fucking hard.”

the tension in the room spiked as the others watched, eyes glued to the aftermath of the kiss. everything had shifted—the air heavier, pulses quickening.

jake shifted in his seat, swallowing hard, a raw edge to his voice. "fuck... i’m jealous," he muttered with a grin, though it didn’t hide the need in his gaze. "you always go that hard?"

jay leaned forward, shaking his head, still clearly amused. "that was fucking hot."

sunghoon, his eyes dark and locked on you, clenched his jaw and let out a low laugh. "heeseung’s got some balls. damn."

jungwon, who had been quiet the whole time, finally spoke, his gaze still fixed on you, voice low. "that was… something," he muttered, eyes half-lidded, filled with curiosity and intrigue.

you smirked, glancing at sunghoon, voice laced with a teasing challenge. "you’re not mad, sunghoon? i mean, you’ve always had that possessive streak."

his jaw tightened, eyes narrowing as a low chuckle escaped him. there was nothing playful in it. "mad?" he repeated, his voice rough, gaze intense. "nah, y/n... not mad. but you’re definitely pushing it." his eyes flicked down to your lips, still swollen from heeseung’s kiss. "you know exactly what you’re doing."

heeseung leaned back, clearly pleased with himself, enjoying the tension. "what can i say? she’s hard to resist."

sunghoon didn’t break eye contact, his smirk turning wicked. “resisting’s not the problem, heeseung.” his voice dropped, almost a growl. “i just don’t like to share. and you—" his eyes raked over your body—“you’re making this a lot harder than it needs to be.”

jake chuckled under his breath, shaking his head. “possessive doesn’t even begin to cover it.”

jay raised an eyebrow at sunghoon, smirking. “jealousy’s not a good look on you, man.”

sunghoon shot a glance at jay before focusing back on you, his voice dropping. “you enjoy getting a rise out of me, don’t you, y/n?”

your smirk grew as the heat in his voice made your skin prickle. "maybe," you murmured, tilting your head. "or maybe i like seeing how far i can push you."

sunghoon’s eyes darkened further, his voice low and dangerous. "try me one more time, and i’ll fuck you right here in front of everyone."

the room went dead silent, the intensity of his words hitting you like a wave. the boldness of his threat—or promise—made the air in the room feel heavier, the tension suffocating.

heeseung raised an eyebrow, a lazy smirk tugging at his lips. "well, shit. things just got serious."

jake let out a low whistle, leaning forward. "not sure if that’s a threat or a promise."

jay, his tone laced with amusement, chimed in, "honestly, I’m not into sharing either. but the weed?" he chuckled, his eyes flicking between you and sunghoon. "it’s making me reconsider."

all eyes shifted to jay, the tension only thickening as he leaned back, crossing his arms with a growing smirk. “maybe just this once... i’d be willing to let it slide.”

heeseung chuckled darkly. "seems like we’re all reconsidering a lot right now."

jake grinned. "the weed’s making everything seem like a good idea."

sunghoon, jaw still tight, shot a glance at jay, but the playful tension between them was undeniable. "you’re lucky you’re even part of this conversation."

you felt the shift in the room, heart pounding as you caught the exchange. the energy was only growing, and none of them seemed willing to back down.

“so, jay,” you teased, eyes locking on his, “you’re saying you’d share if it came down to it?”

jay leaned forward, his eyes meeting yours, a slow smile spreading across his face. “yeah,” he said, voice low, deliberate. “but only because i think you’d be worth it.”

your breath hitched, the heat inside you building as the high took hold. “if it wasn’t for this wait,” you breathed, the words slipping out, “i’d already be knocking on your doors... though not without putting up a fight.”

their eyes darkened at your confession, the room buzzing with unspoken desire.

jungwon, trying to play it cool, took another puff from the vaporizer and immediately choked, coughing hard as the smoke hit him wrong. the sudden noise shattered the tension in the room, all eyes turning to him as he struggled for breath, his face flushing both from the smoke and embarrassment.

“shit,” he muttered between coughs, trying to compose himself, eyes watering as he glanced up at you, shaking his head. "fuck, that was... rough."

everyone burst into laughter, the momentarily serious atmosphere lightening just for a second.

"you good, won?" jake asked, grinning as he slapped jungwon’s back.

jay shook his head, still chuckling. "man, you really don’t know how to smoke, do you?"

jungwon shot them a glare, still coughing, but a sheepish smile pulled at his lips. "shut up," he grumbled, rubbing his chest as the smoke finally cleared.

you couldn’t help but laugh, the high making it all feel even more amusing. "you alright, jungwon?" you teased, watching him recover.

jungwon finally caught his breath, cheeks still flushed as he met your gaze. “yeah, yeah,” he muttered, still a bit winded. “just... wasn’t expecting it to hit that hard.”

heeseung smirked, leaning back in his chair. “looks like even the doctor’s not immune to getting messed up.”

sunghoon chuckled, shaking his head. “it’s always the quiet ones who end up the most fucked.”

the laughter faded, but the weight of their gazes didn’t. their eyes followed the rise and fall of your chest, the sheen of sweat on your skin, and the slight shift of your legs as you tried to get comfortable. it was like they were all waiting, their patience thinning by the second.

you could feel their stares burning into you, the intensity of it making your skin tingle. each glance felt heavier, more deliberate, and your pulse quickened under the heat of it.

exposed as you were, the sensation was electric, the mix of weed and desire making everything feel heightened, sharper. the room felt like it was spinning, but you couldn’t tear your eyes away from them either.

heeseung, who had been the most composed, broke the silence, his voice rough and low. “fuck, y/n,” he muttered, his eyes darkening as they trailed the movement of your legs. “you look incredible like this.”

sunghoon's gaze was sharp, tracking the sheen of sweat on your skin, the rise and fall of your chest with each shallow breath. “we’re all trying to hold it together,” he growled, voice thick with restraint. “but you? you’re not even trying. it’s like you’re begging to get fucked.”

jay, lounging back with his eyes glued to you, let out a low chuckle. “yeah, why don’t you just spread those legs for me, honey? no harm in giving it a shot, right?”

jake swallowed hard, his eyes burning into you, voice strained with frustration. “this... it’s fucking torture.”

jungwon, having finally regained his composure after his earlier coughing fit, stayed quiet, but his eyes roamed over your body. despite his silence, the tension in his posture made it clear just how much he was struggling.

the silence that followed was suffocating, heavy with need. you could feel their eyes on you, feel the way their breathing deepened, slowed. they were getting hard, and none of them bothered to hide it anymore.

heeseung’s gaze darkened, his chest rising and falling faster, desire burning in his eyes. his lips parted, and you saw his hand shift in his lap, trying to find some relief without being too obvious.

sunghoon, once composed, now clenched his jaw, eyes locked on you like a predator ready to pounce. his fists tightened, muscles flexing as he struggled to keep control.

jay’s smirk faded, replaced by raw hunger. he leaned forward slightly, eyes trailing down your body. “fuck, y/n... stop looking at us like that,” he muttered, voice thick with barely restrained lust.

jake, who had been leaning back, was now sitting up, legs spread, his breathing heavier. “i’m... done hiding it,” he admitted, voice raw, frustration laced in every word.

jungwon, quieter than the rest, couldn’t tear his eyes from you. the flush spreading across his face and the way his hands flexed at his sides said everything. he was barely holding it together.

the weight of their desire pressed down on you, thick in the air. every lingering look, every breath they took, felt like a pressure building between all of you. your heart raced, heat pooling low in your belly, the tension almost unbearable.

“it’s not like we can’t do something, right?” you teased, voice low and filled with anticipation. your eyes flicked between them, watching their expressions shift as your words sank in. with a wicked smile, you let the next part slip, “just... don’t cum inside.”

heeseung groaned, deep and guttural, his grip tightening on the arms of the chair so hard his knuckles turned white. “fuck,” he muttered, breath hitching. “you really don’t know what you’re asking for, y/n.”

jay’s eyes darkened, jaw tense as hunger overtook his gaze. “you’re terrible,” he growled, voice shaking with raw need.

jake groaned, nearly doubling over as his hand dragged across his face. “shit... don’t say that,” he muttered, voice hoarse with desperation, his body visibly tense as he stared at you, gaze burning with want.

sunghoon’s fists clenched, breath coming in uneven bursts. “you really want it, don’t you,” he growled, voice low, rough, his eyes fixed on you, every move you made driving him closer to breaking.

and then there was jungwon. quiet, soft, but somehow the most intense. his voice barely above a whisper, filled with a desperation that sent a shiver down your spine. “can you show us your pussy?”

his words hung in the air, freezing everything for a second. the raw hunger in his voice shattered the last bit of restraint in the room.

heeseung’s breath hitched, shifting in his seat, eyes glued to you with frustration and need. “fuck, jungwon,” he muttered, running a hand through his hair, clearly on the edge.

jay leaned forward, chest rising and falling with heavy breaths, voice rough with need. “we’re all fucking done for.”

their eyes stayed locked on you, waiting. the tension suffocated, every breath thick with anticipation. your heart raced, heat building inside you as you reached for the vaporizer. taking a slow hit, you held it in, teasing them with every second before exhaling, the smoke lingering between their stares and your slow, deliberate movements.

you leaned back, spreading your legs, slow and deliberate. the sight of you, open and ready, had them all teetering on the brink. the air felt electric, like it was going to snap at any moment.

“jungwon,” you murmured, voice low, teasing, “you’ve already got all these plants. probably made something to drug me, right? so is something to stop pregnancy really that impossible?”

your fingers toyed with the waistband of your panties before sliding them aside, revealing how wet you were. their eyes darkened instantly, locked on the slickness between your legs.

jungwon’s eyes flicked to yours, the realization hitting him hard. without a word, he stood up, his movements clumsy from the high but filled with purpose. stumbling slightly, he caught himself, already moving toward his workstation. the idea you planted was too tempting to resist.

the room went silent, all eyes on jungwon as he started pulling out plants and supplies with a renewed intensity. heeseung raised an eyebrow, a smirk tugging at his lips. “shit, she’s really got him thinking.”

jake leaned back, crossing his arms, shaking his head. “leave it to y/n to get jungwon of all people worked up like this. he’s high as fuck, but he’s still about to whip up some shit.”

sunghoon narrowed his eyes, clearly intrigued by the sudden change. “what are you cooking up, jungwon?”

jungwon ignored them, his hands moving with precision as he mixed different plants, despite the haze clouding his mind. “if the alkaloid levels are stable… should interact well with the pseudo-estrogens from the herb…” he muttered under his breath, eyes narrowed in concentration. "can’t have the phyto-progestins canceling out the contraceptive properties..."

you watched him, your heart racing at the realization of what you’d set into motion. “jungwon, are you really—”

he shot you a look, a smirk playing at the corner of his lips, hunger burning in his eyes. “you gave me an idea, and now i can’t stop thinking about it.”

heeseung’s voice dropped, “so?”

sunghoon growled in frustration, his patience wearing thin as he took another deep drag from the vaporizer, his body rigid.

“can you fucking make it or not?” he snapped, glaring at jungwon, who was still meticulously checking his data, mumbling shit only he understands and adjusting his tools, as if the urgency in sunghoon’s voice was nothing but background noise.

jungwon, annoyingly calm, ignored the outburst, his fingers tapping away at his device, double-checking every detail. the deliberate slowness was starting to grate on sunghoon’s nerves, his agitation growing with every passing second.

“jungwon,” sunghoon growled again, louder this time, his voice sharp with irritation, “quit fucking around.”

jungwon finally looked up, raising an eyebrow at sunghoon’s growing frustration. taking his time, he wiped his hands on his pants, the calm smirk never leaving his face despite the tension in his eyes.

“yeah,” he said coolly, letting the moment hang in the air for a beat longer than necessary. “you guys can start.”

the room exploded into motion. sunghoon reached you first, his grip on your ankle firm and commanding, sending a jolt through your body. with one strong tug, he pulled you onto his lap, your legs straddling him, your body pressed flush against his. the sudden intensity made your head spin, his touch overwhelming.

before you could catch your breath, sunghoon’s hands gripped your hips, pulling you closer as his lips hovered inches from your neck. “you wanted this, didn’t you?” he growled, voice rough and thick with the hunger he had barely been holding back.

the sudden friction of sunghoon's clothed, rock-hard member rubbing against your soaked panties made your breath hitch. the heat between your bodies was unbearable, and the thin fabric only heightened the sensation. every inch of him pressed hard against you, his grip on your hips tightening as he ground into you with a low growl.

“fuck, you weren’t ready for that, huh?” sunghoon’s voice was rough, his breath hot against your neck as his hips moved in slow, deliberate thrusts, the friction sparking pleasure through you.

a moan escaped your lips, your body trembling as the sensation hit you, your hands instinctively grabbing his shoulders for support. sunghoon’s desperation was clear in the way he held you down, grinding into you with an intensity that left you breathless.

as your body rocked against sunghoon’s, the desperation in the room thickened even more. heeseung’s warm breath trailed up your neck, his tongue drawing slow, deliberate strokes along your skin, sending shivers through you.

the heat from both of their bodies radiated against you, with jake stepping in next, his hands sliding under your shirt, pushing it up and exposing your skin.

jake groaned low in his throat, his mouth closing over your nipple, sucking hard while his other hand kneaded your breast like he couldn’t get enough. his tongue swirled around your nipple, his breath ragged as he whimpered against you, each lick and tug driving you closer to the edge.

heeseung chuckled darkly against your ear, lips brushing just below your jaw. “she likes it when we’re all over her like this,” he teased, his fingers pressing into your waist, keeping you anchored between them.

jay, now half-naked, his eyes dark with lust, growled low in his throat as he kicked off his pants, his hand wrapping around his thick cock, stroking it slowly as he watched the chaos unfold. his gaze locked onto you like he was waiting for his turn, lips parted as he breathed heavily.

“don’t keep her all to yourselves,” jay muttered, his voice gravelly as he stepped closer, his hand tightening around his cock, eyes fixed on you like a predator.

he crouched down next to you, the heat of his body radiating against your skin. he gripped your chin firmly, tilting your face toward him, his voice thick with need. “open up for me, sweetheart,” he growled, the tip of his cock brushing against your lips.

with sunghoon grinding relentlessly into you and jake’s mouth on your chest, your body was on fire. your lips parted instinctively, and jay wasted no time, pressing the head of his cock onto your tongue.

“that’s it,” jay murmured, his voice low and commanding as he slid deeper into your mouth, his hand tangled in your hair to keep you in place. the weight of him filled your mouth, the stretch in your jaw immediate as you moaned around him, the sound vibrating through him.

heeseung’s raspy voice came from behind you, his hands roaming down your waist, tugging at the waistband of your panties. “fuck, look at her take it,” he chuckled, the sound vibrating through his chest as his fingers slipped between your thighs, brushing against your soaked entrance.

sunghoon growled in frustration, his grip tightening on your hips. “don’t just tease her, heeseung. get her ready for my cock.” he ground against you harder, making you whimper around jay’s cock, the heat between your legs becoming unbearable.

“you heard him,” jay muttered, his hand guiding your head as he thrust into your mouth. “get her dripping for us.”

heeseung didn’t waste any time, his fingers slipping under the soaked fabric of your panties, brushing over your sensitive folds. he hissed softly, biting his lip as he felt just how wet you already were.

“damn, you’re ready for us,” he muttered, his voice thick with satisfaction as his fingers slid up and down your slick heat, teasing you, spreading the wetness with each slow stroke. every touch sent jolts of electricity through your body, making you clench around nothing.

sunghoon’s grip on your hips was bruising now, his frustration evident as he tried to hold back, shimmying out of his pants and positioning himself right at your entrance.

he let out a strained whine as the tip of his cock nudged your hot, dripping pussy, the heat from your body scorching. pre-cum was already leaking from him, but he wasn’t about to give in so easily—he wanted to hear you beg for it.

you were on the verge of losing it, overwhelmed by the sensation of jay’s cock sliding in and out of your mouth, sunghoon’s hard length grinding against you, and heeseung’s fingers working their magic on your dripping core.

your moans vibrated around jay’s cock, sending shivers through his body. his head tipped back slightly, jaw tight as he thrust deeper into your mouth, the slick sound of him fucking you filling the room.

jake, still sucking and licking at your chest, pulled back just long enough to glance down at the mess between your legs. “heeseung, move over,” he ordered, his voice low, commanding in a way that surprised you with its authority. “i’m gonna taste her.”

sunghoon reluctantly backed away, giving jake room as he pumped himself, his jaw slack as he stared at you. his eyes roamed over your body, the glistening heat between your thighs, the way your mouth wrapped around jay. “fuck, you’re perfect,” he breathed, voice rough with need.

jake wasted no time, lowering his head between your legs, his breath hot against your soaked folds as he took his first taste. the moment his tongue met your skin, your back arched, a sharp cry escaping around jay’s cock as the intensity hit you all at once.

your body was losing all control, shaking uncontrollably as jake’s tongue worked you into a frenzy. he sucked harder, lips wet and relentless, saliva mixing with your slick juices as heeseung's fingers curled expertly inside you, hitting that perfect spot again and again. the moans you tried to suppress around jay’s cock were still loud enough to drive them wild.

each jerk of your body was involuntary, the pleasure so overwhelming that it was impossible to stay still. jake’s grip tightened on your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you, his tongue flicking and sucking in a rhythm that had you teetering on the edge.

every stroke of his tongue was more intense than the last, and your hips bucked against his face as he pushed you higher and higher.

heeseung chuckled low in your ear. “fuck, she’s dripping all over my fingers,” he murmured, his voice thick with lust.

“jake’s eating you out so good, isn’t he? you fucking love it, don’t you? love it when he fucks you with his tongue?” his breath was hot against your skin as his fingers twisted deeper inside you, curling just right, making you tremble uncontrollably. “just let go, baby. come all over jake. we’ve got you.”

jay’s grip in your hair tightened as he thrust deeper into your mouth, his cock hitting the back of your throat. “fuck, yeah… just like that. you’re gonna make me come, shit,” he groaned, his pace quickening, his hips slamming forward.

your spit dripped down your chin, mixing with the sweat covering your skin, the heat of the moment building to an unbearable level.

the sensations were too much—jake’s tongue on your clit, heeseung’s fingers inside you, jay’s cock filling your mouth—your mind was spinning, body on fire, the pleasure crashing over you in waves so intense you thought you might shatter.

your moans vibrated around jay’s cock, and you felt him twitch in your mouth, so close to release.

“fuck, give it to me, cum all over my mouth,” jake growled, his tongue circling your clit faster, sucking harder as his fingers dug into your thighs, pulling you impossibly closer. he didn’t stop, didn’t slow down, even as your body began to convulse, your release imminent. you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t think, as the pleasure hit you like a tidal wave.

and then it hit you—your climax tearing through you with such force that your vision blurred, your body shaking uncontrollably as the pleasure overtook you.

you squirted hard, soaking jake, who groaned with satisfaction, eagerly lapping at the juices spraying from you. your walls clenched tight around heeseung’s fingers, hips bucking uncontrollably against jake's mouth.

the moans that escaped your throat were muffled by jay’s cock as he let out a deep groan, thrusting one final time into your mouth before spilling a thick, overwhelming load down your throat, making you choke. you swallowed, but the struggle was clear, tears streaming down your face as you gasped for air.

that sight—your tear-streaked face, struggling to breathe—ignited something primal in sunghoon. pure possessiveness blazed in his eyes, and suddenly, he was on you. his aggression startled everyone as he shoved jake and heeseung aside, eyes locked on you, filled with a mix of rage and desire.

the impact of your back hitting the floor knocked the breath out of you, the pain only fueling the heat coursing through your body. a low moan slipped from your lips, making the corner of sunghoon's mouth twitch in satisfaction.

he towered over you, his hand gripping his cock as he slapped it against your soaked pussy, the slick sound cutting through the heavy air. “fuck,” he growled, his voice thick with lust. his eyes, dark and wild, locked onto yours as he hovered closer.

"shit, y/n… tell me you want it," he demanded, his voice a low, dangerous growl. "beg for my cock, or you’re not getting it."

his words sent a shiver straight down your spine, the dominance in his voice making your core clench with need. sunghoon’s hands gripped your thighs hard, spreading you wide as his cock teased your entrance, never giving you what you were so desperately aching for.

the tension rolled off him in waves, every muscle in his body coiled tight as he waited—needing to hear you beg.

your breath came out shaky, your body trembling beneath him, utterly at his mercy. “please… please, sunghoon,” you whimpered, your voice barely more than a whisper, but it was enough to push him closer to losing control.

“louder,” he growled, his cock slapping against your soaked pussy again, the contact sending sharp jolts of pleasure through your body. "beg for it like you fucking mean it, y/n."

“fuck, sunghoon, please… i need your cock, i need you inside me,” you cried out, your desperation clear, your back arching toward him as your body begged for more.

"try harder," he snarled, his words making your need even more urgent. without thinking, you hooked your arms around his neck, pulling him into a messy, heated kiss, your lips crashing against his as you mumbled desperate pleas between each kiss.

you couldn’t stop the whimpers that escaped, each one sounding more needy than the last as your tongue tangled with his, his growl vibrating through your body.

“fuck, y/n,” sunghoon rasped against your lips, the taste of your desperation driving him wild. you could feel him trembling as he finally let go of whatever restraint he had left, his cock pushing into your needy hole.

his control vanished in an instant as he thrust into you without any mercy, his cock burying itself so deep that it ripped a sharp gasp from your throat. the stretch was sudden, raw, and perfect. your body trembled, overwhelmed by the intensity, as sunghoon’s grip on your thighs tightened, his fingers digging into your skin while he pounded into you with a brutal, relentless rhythm.

“fuck, your pussy’s squeezing me so tight—shit,” sunghoon whined, his voice rough with need. each thrust came harder than the last, your slick walls pulling him in, wet and hot. it felt like heaven, and sunghoon was completely lost in it, knowing that every second of this was worth it.

“so fucking eager to be fucked, huh? such a slut for cock,” he growled, his hips slamming into yours with every word, each stroke harder, more punishing than the last, making your body rock beneath him as the pleasure and pain intertwined.

“told you i was gonna fuck this pretty pussy first,” he grunted, his hips snapping into yours with a ferocity that left you breathless, unable to do anything but take it.

“this is what you wanted, isn’t it? wanted me to ruin you.” his voice was dark, filled with satisfaction as his eyes bore into yours, the twisted pleasure on his face only fueling the fire inside you as he watched you fall apart beneath him, your moans spilling out uncontrollably, pushing him to fuck you even harder.

he leans down, lips brushing your ear as he growls, “say it—say you're mine. this pussy is mine. gonna let me fuck you whenever i want, huh?” his hand wraps around your throat, not too tight, but firm enough to make your breath hitch.

his other hand grips your hips, pulling you harder onto his cock with each brutal thrust. “you’ll just take whatever i give you, won’t you?”

your body trembles beneath him, his cock slamming deep inside you, hitting spots that made you see stars. “yes," you gasp out between moans,

"fuck, hoon... you're fucking me so good—god, you’re so good,” you cry out, barely able to form the words, overwhelmed by the sensation. your hands claw at his back, desperate for something to hold onto as he wrecks you, his pace merciless.

“shit, listen to you, moaning like a—” he growls, cutting himself off with a hard thrust, his grip tightening around your throat, just enough to make you gasp.

“this is my fucking pussy, got it?” his words send a jolt of arousal through you, your walls clenching tighter around him as he drives into you with reckless abandon.

his cock drags against every inch of your walls, the friction intense, almost too much to bear. the pressure inside you builds fast, unbearably tight.

"fuck, you're close, aren’t you? i can feel you squeezing around me," he hisses, his voice dripping with lust. "swallowing my cock so good... told you i'd fuck you first."

his filthy words push you over the edge, your orgasm ripping through you with blinding intensity. your body seizes beneath him, walls clenching hard around his cock as you scream his name, your mind going blank as the pleasure consumes you.

“that’s it... that’s my girl,” sunghoon groans, his thrusts becoming erratic as he chases his own release, your tight, pulsing walls pushing him to the brink. “gonna fill you up with my cum, fuck—gonna make sure you’re full of it. no one else gets to fuck you like this.”

heeseung kneels beside you, his dark eyes locked on sunghoon for a brief second before they settle on you, hungry, possessive. his lips curl into that signature smirk as he leans in, his face just inches from yours.

before you can catch your breath, he crashes his lips against yours—rough, demanding—cutting off your moans as sunghoon continues to pound into you. his tongue slides against yours, greedy and insistent, before pulling back slightly, just enough to make you whimper at the loss.

"don’t listen to him," heeseung murmurs, his lips barely brushing yours, voice thick and low, like a promise of more. "we’re just getting started, baby. he’s just getting carried away." his words hit you like a shockwave, your body already trembling under sunghoon's relentless thrusts, but your eyes flicker up to meet heeseung’s, drawn to him like a magnet.

your lips part, jaw slack, as your tongue slips out in a silent plea. heeseung's gaze darkens, and he hisses, gripping your chin firmly. "mmh, look at you," he breathes, his lips hovering just above yours, teasing. "such a good girl."

sunghoon's pace is unforgiving, every thrust making your body jerk, your mind spiraling from the overload of sensations, but heeseung’s grip keeps your focus locked on him. he watches you like you’re the only thing that exists, and the control he holds over you makes his smirk deepen.

he leans in, gathering saliva in his mouth before letting it drip slowly down onto your tongue. the moan that escapes you is immediate, uncontrollable, as your body arches, savoring the taste. your eyes roll back, completely lost in the moment.

"fuck, you're filthy," heeseung growls, his thumb brushing over your wet lips. his other hand moves to your neck, fingers lightly tracing the sensitive skin before shoving two fingers into your mouth, making you gag instantly. the obscene sound that comes from you makes both him and sunghoon lose it.

"yeah, keep making those sounds," heeseung seethes, his fingers pushing further down your throat, the guttural, erotic noises you make driving him wild. "you're gonna drive us insane." his fingers press deeper, and you choke, gasping, your body shaking under their control.

sunghoon’s rhythm grows erratic, each thrust harder, more desperate as he watches you gag on heeseung’s fingers. his breath hitches, his body trembling as he slams into you with everything he’s got. the intensity sends your back arching off the floor, every nerve lit up.

jay wastes no time, moving behind sunghoon. his hands grip your hips as he lines himself up, sunghoon now fucking you even deeper. jay’s rough hold keeps you steady, the pressure leaving you breathless as sunghoon drives into you with brutal precision.

sunghoon’s moans turn desperate, guttural, his body on the edge, trembling as he loses himself in the sensation. "shit- what the fuck, you're so good." he groans, his hips snapping against yours, everything about him focused on drawing out every bit of pleasure before he explodes.

and just when you think you’ve hit your limit, jay’s tongue flicks against your ass, teasing, prodding. the sensation rips through you like lightning, and you gag into heeseung’s mouth, unable to stop the filthy, wrecked sounds pouring out of you. heeseung’s fingers tighten on your chin, holding your mouth open, making you choke on the pleasure as he kisses you harder, rougher, more possessive.

"shit, you gonna let jay fuck your ass, baby?" heeseung hisses against your lips, his eyes blazing with lust as he watches you completely unravel beneath them. "gargling on my spit while they fuck every inch of you... you're perfect, aren't you?"

you were a trembling mess, body taken over like a doll for them to use, while jake stood nearby, stroking his cock, eyes glued to the scene in front of him. his hand pumped faster, the slick sound of his own arousal filling the room as he watched sunghoon, jay, and heeseung ruin you.

"y/n, you make me so hard," jake muttered, his voice strained, hand moving quicker. "can't wait to fuck that used-up pussy…"

the moment you gargled around heeseung’s fingers, jay slipped his fingers into your ass, spreading your cheeks wide to give himself better access.

the weed had already relaxed your body anyway, and his fingers moved with ease, stretching you out for what was coming. his groan was low, almost animalistic, feeling how tight you were.

he slapped your ass hard, his voice gruff. "been wanting to stretch this ass wide open. fuck, you can take both of us, right? yeah, you fucking will."

without warning, jay yanked his fingers out and lined himself up, thrusting inside you in one swift motion. your body jolted at the sudden fullness, gasping as your ass clenched around his thick cock. the stretch was intense, so overwhelming tears welled up in your eyes. you tried to shake your head, but heeseung’s grip held you in place, forcing you to take it.

heeseung's fingers slid out of your mouth just as you gasped, your throat raw from the obscene sounds you couldn’t stop making. "oh fuck… jay… shit!" you cried out, voice trembling, body barely able to handle the intensity.

jay moaned loud, hips rolling deeper into you, feeling you clench around him. "shit, it's like you wanna rip my dick off," he growled, hands digging into your hips hard enough to bruise. "fuck, you guys gotta try her ass."

the room was filled with moans, the wet slap of skin on skin, heavy breathing surrounding you. sunghoon never stopped, still pounding into your pussy while jay was deep in your ass. you were stretched so full, every nerve lit up, your body struggling to keep up with the pleasure.

jay and sunghoon moaned together, their voices blending as they fucked you, their cocks rubbing against each other through the thin wall inside you. it was driving you crazy, overwhelming you, pressure building so fast it felt like you were going to burst. you gasped, breath shaky, tears spilling over as you choked out the words, "oh god, hee… please… fuck my mouth."

heeseung sneered, gripping your jaw roughly, forcing your mouth open wider. your tongue hung out, drooling, and the sight of you—wrecked, desperate—made them all groan.

"greedy little slut," heeseung hissed, slapping his cock against your tongue, smearing your spit all over. "you’d let us stuff every fucking hole, wouldn’t you?"

you couldn’t respond, only whimpering, mind fogged with pleasure as tears of frustration ran down your face. jay’s hips snapped harder into your ass, his cock stretching you so much your eyes rolled back. "fuck her mouth, give it to her," jay groaned, his grip bruising as he fucked you like he owned you.

sunghoon wasn’t gentle either, his thrusts deep, punishing. "you love this, don’t you?" he growled, voice thick with lust as he drove into you. "being stuffed like the filthy whore you are? fuck, you’re made for this."

you whined around heeseung’s cock, mouth stretched wide as he shoved himself down your throat without a shred of mercy. he laughed darkly, watching you struggle, gagging on him. "slut," he spat, "just a toy for us to fuck. that’s all you are."

sunghoon’s thrusts became erratic, his grip on your waist tightening as he groaned through clenched teeth. with a final, brutal slam, he moaned loudly, pumping his load deep inside you. the hot cum spilled from your pussy, dripping down to slick jay’s cock as he continued fucking your ass.

sunghoon collapsed to the side, his body spent, but jay never stopped, thrusting relentlessly into your dripping cunt. he yanked you by your weak arms and pulled you to his chest, his cock still driving into you without pause, your tits bouncing in his face as he groaned in your ear, the mess between your legs only adding to the filthy sensation. your body was a mess of pleasure, full and dripping, as jay made sure to keep you stuffed, switching between holes with no hesitation.

jay pulled you into a sloppy, messy kiss, lips crashing against yours, tongue forcing its way in as both of you moaned into each other. the room was filled with the obscene, wet sounds of bodies moving together, relentless, as jay continued fucking you without pause.

"fuck, you're so full of his cum," jay groaned, his hands digging into your hips, pushing you down harder on his cock, the stretch making you cry out.

he spread your ass wider, lips brushing your ear as he hissed, “come on, hee... fuck her ass. she's already stretched, she can take it.”

heeseung wasted no time, moving behind you as sunghoon laid on the floor, spent and panting. his hands gripped your hips hard, cock teasing your ass, still slick from jay. without hesitation, he pushed the tip inside, groaning at the tightness as he worked deeper. “mmh, you're still tight after jay stretched you out,” he growled, voice thick with lust. “you're gonna take every inch of me, aren't you?”

heeseung started fucking your ass with hard, deliberate thrusts, and jake stepped in front of you, his fingers roughly tangling in your hair. he yanked your head back, breaking your kiss with jay, forcing you to look at him, annoyance clear in his eyes. “don't ignore me,” jake snapped, tone low and teasing. “use that mouth, or do i need to fuck your throat to get your attention?”

he tugged harder, guiding your mouth to his cock. “suck,” he ordered, his other hand stroking himself slowly, teasing the tip against your lips. “you're gonna suck me off while they fuck you full.”

your body trembled, struggling to keep up. heeseung pounded your ass, jay still buried deep in your pussy, leaving you breathless. you parted your lips, taking jake’s cock into your mouth as he gripped your hair tighter, pushing deeper. “that’s it,” jake groaned, his hips starting to move. “fuck, my cock tastes good, doesn’t it? been dreaming of fucking your mouth—shit.”

they didn’t let you catch a breath. every gasp, every muffled cry was swallowed by the pace they set, fucking you from every angle. jake’s cock stretched your throat, obscene sounds escaping as heeseung brutalized your ass, and jay fucked your pussy with every snap of his hips, their hands gripping you like they owned you.

jake’s head fell back, a guttural moan escaping his lips. “fuck, your throat’s just as good as your pussy,” he groaned, voice rough.

jake chuckled darkly, tightening his grip on your hair as he thrust deeper into your mouth. “look at you,” he rasped, watching the tears stream down your face as you gagged. “you look like you’re gonna pass out baby, but no chance. i'm not done with you.” he snapped his hips, making you choke, not caring as your throat tightened around him.

heeseung was relentless, fucking your ass with a brutal pace, hands digging into your hips, bruising them. “we're gonna ruin you for anyone else,” he growled, breath ragged. “no one else is ever gonna fuck you like this.”

your body convulsed, another orgasm tearing through you, muscles trembling as you shrieked around jake’s cock. tears streamed down your face, eyes rolling back as the euphoria hit. it felt like your body might break, the pleasure so intense that for a brief moment, you didn’t care if it did.

jay’s hands tightened on your breasts, squeezing hard as his thrusts grew erratic, desperate. “fuck, fuck, fuck!” he screamed, slamming into you one last time, spilling himself deep inside.

his hot release filled you, and his grip on your chest never eased as the aftershocks hit. “fucking take it,” jay growled, slapping your tit hard enough to make you gasp.

as he finally pulled out, panting heavily, thick cum dripped from your pussy, pooling beneath you. your body, completely used, trembled from the lingering sensations, and your mind flickered to jungwon’s concoction, hoping it could handle how filled you were. but you knew there’d be no rest—no, they wouldn’t allow it yet.

as jay shuffled away, completely spent, jake pulled out of your mouth, leaving you gasping for air, your jaw sore, but it wasn’t over. not even close. heeseung pulled you up against his chest, his cock still deep in your ass, your back arching as he adjusted his grip.

his arms wrapped around your trembling, sweat-slick body, holding you tightly against him, your back pressed to his chest. the shift made your tits bounce, your entire body shaking with every breath as heeseung’s lips found your neck, sucking hard, intent on leaving his mark. deep, dark hickeys bloomed on your skin—reminders of his claim.

each time heeseung thrust into you, it felt like he went even deeper, hitting that spot inside that had your vision blurring, moans spilling from your lips uncontrollably. you knew you wouldn’t have a voice left after this. his teeth scraped along your neck, leaving sharp stings followed by the heat of his mouth as he groaned against you.

"baby, you’re wrecking my cock," he growled, voice rough with lust, hips driving into you with brutal precision. "like that? bouncing like a fucking toy, taking all of it."

your body jerked with every thrust, tits bouncing, sweat and cum covering your skin as his grip tightened around you, locking you in place, making sure you felt every inch of him inside, the way he destroyed your ass with every stroke.

heeseung groaned, the sound heavy with need, slamming into you harder. "i’m not stopping until you’re completely fucking ruined."

your knees ached from the hard surface beneath you, your body struggling to stay upright with the relentless pounding. you were overstimulated, mind hazy with exhaustion and pleasure, but jake wasn’t done.

dropping to his knees in front of you, his mouth latched onto your breast, sucking hard enough to make your nipples throb. you cried out, hands gripping his hair, your body shaking, but jake didn’t stop. his mouth trailed down your cum-soaked skin, licking every drop until he reached your pussy.

“fuck, jake, you’re insane,” you moaned, voice breaking as his tongue pressed against your swollen folds. he devoured the mix of cum left behind by sunghoon and jay, his mouth slurping loudly as he cleaned you out. the filth of it sent another wave of pleasure ripping through you, making you shudder.

he was gone—completely lost in eating you out, his moans vibrating against your clit as he licked and sucked with reckless abandon. his hands gripped your thighs, holding you in place as he devoured you, his own cock throbbing against the floor, neglected but hard. he hadn’t even fucked you yet, but he was already a mess, moaning and trembling as he tasted you.

"your pussy tastes so good, look at all that..." jake groaned, his voice muffled as he buried his face deeper, his tongue swirling around your clit before dipping back inside, trying to get every last drop. his desperation was clear, his moans louder, pre-cum was dripping from his cock, smearing against the floor as he rutted slightly, completely lost in you.

he didn’t even register what he was doing when he slid his tongue lower, chasing every inch of you, savoring how soaked you were. your scent, the taste of your cum, the slick warmth—he was drunk on it.

and when his tongue accidentally brushed against heeseung’s balls as he pounded into your ass, jake didn’t hesitate. he licked them, making heeseung hiss and shudder.

"fuck, jake," heeseung’s voice was low, half a growl, surprised but not stopping, his thrusts not slowing for a second. normally, shit like this would piss him off, make him snap, but not now. it actually felt fucking amazing.

"sorry, shit," jake mumbled, barely pulling away from your pussy, his breath hot against your skin. but he didn’t stop, didn’t even slow down, too caught up in everything—your taste, heeseung’s reaction, the way you were trembling beneath him. everything.

"don’t… fuckin’ stop," heeseung groaned, voice rough, almost a growl, his thrusts hitting deeper, harder, his grip tightening around your waist as jake's mouth teased both of you again.

he wasn’t just fucking you now—he was commanding the moment, taking control. his fingers dug into your skin, keeping you pressed against his chest, as he forced jake closer.

and so he did—jake didn’t need to be told twice, but this time, he wasn’t holding back. his tongue worked faster, more deliberate, not just for you but for both of you.

as heeseung kept pounding into you, his movements relentless, he shifted his grip—one arm locking you tight to him, the other burying itself in jake’s hair, gripping it hard.

heeseung tugged with a roughness that made jake moan, the sound desperate, his body shaking as he continued, his sobs of pleasure muffled against your soaked pussy.

heeseung yanked jake's head roughly, pushing him deeper, controlling his pace, and the sharp tug sent jolts of pleasure through jake’s body as he obediently worked his tongue faster, a shudder running through him with every sound you made.

this obviously took jay and sunghoon aback, lounging with jungwon as they watched the scene unfold in front of them. even though they were completely spent, bodies still glistening with sweat, neither of them could tear their eyes away.

they didn’t even find it disgusting—no, it was the opposite. it was captivating in a way they couldn’t explain, something raw and primal that kept them glued to the sight of jake sobbing in pleasure as heeseung fucked you relentlessly.

sunghoon leaned back, his chest rising and falling steadily as he watched, a hint of a smirk playing at the corner of his lips. "fuckin’ hell, didn’t expect that from him," he muttered, voice still hoarse from earlier. jay, on the other hand, stayed quiet, his eyes locked on the way jake's body shook, almost in awe of how intense everything had gotten.

"need to fuck you now please, can i?" jake growled, pulling away from your pussy only to crash his lips against yours, the taste of cum still lingering on his tongue.

you were completely sandwiched between them now—heeseung fucking you from behind, his cock buried deep in your ass, and jake pushing his way into your pussy. the overwhelming sensation had your walls clenching around jake, both of you letting out a moan that filled the room.

you couldn’t think, your mind clouded with nothing but pleasure. jake kissed you again, forcing the taste of cum into your mouth as he rocked his hips into you. "tastes good, baby?" he mumbled, voice rough against your lips.

"that came from your pussy… fuck, you’re such a cum dumpster. gonna take my cum now? let me fill you up too?" his words slurred, babbling as he thrust into you, his hips moving desperately. "shit… you feel.. so fucking good."

jake's forehead pressed against yours, his breath hot and heavy as your moans mixed, mouths barely breaking apart. your eyes fluttered open, desperate to see his face, to see the wrecked look you knew would be there. but as you glanced to the side, your breath hitched in your throat at what you saw.

jungwon stood across the room, casually leaning against his workstation, his hard-on straining painfully against his pants. his face was unreadable, but you could feel the tension radiating off him, simmering just below the surface.

his eyes were locked on you, watching every movement, every moan, like a predator waiting for the right moment to pounce. you could already imagine the possessive thoughts racing through his head, the silent promise that when it was his turn, there’d be no sharing.

but it wasn’t just his stare that had you frozen—it was the objects in his hands. a vial of green liquid in one, and a soft pink silk restraint in the other. the realization hit you hard, your stomach tightening as your gaze flicked to the vial. jungwon noticed the recognition in your eyes, and his lips curled into a faint, eerie smile, almost psychotic, before disappearing just as quickly. it sent a shiver down your spine.

the vial glinted ominously in his hand, that twisted smile still playing on his lips as he stood there, patient and watching.

before you could fully process the threat that hung in the air, jake grabbed your chin roughly, forcing your eyes back to him. "i’m the one fucking you right now," he growled, his voice sharp, possessive.

"look at me." his lips crashed against yours, biting down hard on your bottom lip, as if punishing you for daring to focus on anyone else. his hips snapped harder into you, the brutal force of it making your body jolt, your pussy clenching around him involuntarily.

"focus on me," jake muttered against your lips, his words slurring as he drove into your overly sensitive pussy. "i’m tired of you looking at everyone else... you wanted me first, didn’t you? this tight little cunt is mine right now. you feel that? feel how fucking deep i am?" his hand slid down to your waist, pulling you harder onto his cock, making you gasp. "don’t even think about him, you hear me?"

his voice was rough, a snarl on the edge of breaking as he babbled, his need for control overwhelming. every thrust was possessive, reminding you that in this moment, jake owned you, and he wanted every inch of you to know it.

"do you want it? want my fucking cum?" he groaned, his pace growing desperate, each snap of his hips more erratic than the last.

"holy shit, she's squeezing me," heeseung panted behind you, his voice tight with strain as your ass clenched around him. he was close, but he wasn’t ready to let go yet.

there was an unspoken agreement between them all—no one would leave your pussy empty when they came. with a growl of determination, heeseung suddenly pulled out, leaving you trembling, whimpering at the sudden emptiness.

what he did next knocked the breath out of you.

"oh no—fuck, heeseung, you’re not serious," you gasped, your voice hoarse from overstimulation and exhaustion. tears welled in your eyes as he lined himself up next to jake’s cock.

and before you could brace yourself, he pushed inside alongside jake, both of them filling you at once. your walls stretched impossibly tight around their cocks, the heat of their bodies overwhelming, their movements rough and synchronized.

"she feels even better like this," jake groaned, his head falling back as the two of them moved together, their cocks rubbing against each other inside you. the stretch was unbearable, the sensation of being split open making your body writhe in overwhelming pleasure and pain, your voice cracking as you gasped for air.

"fuck, you're ripping me," you cried, your body convulsing, caught between pleasure and agony as they took you to your limit. each thrust was deeper, rougher, their hands gripping your body like they owned you completely.

"you can take it," heeseung growled, his fingers digging into your hips, pushing himself deeper. "fuck, yeah." his voice dripped with satisfaction, his eyes rolling back as your pussy clenched around both of them, your body greedily taking every inch. beside him, jake’s thrusts became more frantic, hips jerking as he fucked you with reckless abandon, lost in the overwhelming heat and tightness.

the room was filled with the wet slap of skin, their heavy breathing, and your broken cries as they used you, driving your body to the edge over and over again. they weren’t going to stop until you were completely, utterly ruined.

"mmh, fuck-" jake shudders as he gasped, "i can't—fuck, i think i'm gonna—" jake's words faltered, his body trembling violently as he teetered on the edge, completely overwhelmed. his movements became sloppy, his mind clouded by nothing but lust, barely able to keep pace.

heeseung noticed immediately. his hand shot out, wrapping tightly around jake's throat, choking him hard. "don't fucking stop now, keep fucking her," heeseung commanded, his voice dripping with authority as jake gasped, eyes wide as the pressure cut off his air. instead of pulling away, jake’s body reacted, cock twitching inside you, the choke sending him deeper into a haze of raw, lust-fueled pleasure.

you moaned, voice ragged, as you watched jake gasp for air, heeseung’s grip firm around his throat. the sight alone fueled the fire inside you, every part of you spiraling into filthy ecstasy.

"shit, jake, you like that? heeseung choking you? you slut." you teased, barely able to get the words out between your own desperate moans.

before you could say more, jake’s hand flew up, slapping you sharply across the face—not hard enough to hurt, but enough to send a stinging heat across your skin. your head snapped to the side, the sharp pain blending with the overwhelming pleasure, your walls clenching around them as you cried out, feeling the wetness dripping down your thighs.

his fingers gripped your chin roughly, pulling your face back to his, eyes blazing with an almost feral intensity. "open," jake growled, voice dark and commanding. without hesitation, you opened your mouth, tongue out, trembling as your body rocked between their brutal thrusts, completely at their mercy.

he leaned in closer, breath hot against your lips as his gaze bored into yours. "who’s the slut?"

"wanna say that again?" jake sneered, his grip on your chin tightening, his face inches from yours, daring you to challenge him. the heat of his breath mixed with the raw intensity in his eyes, made your heart pounded in your chest as you struggled to catch your breath.

but you couldn’t resist. a smirk tugged at your lips, defiant even as you quivered between them. "yeah, you're still a slut," you spat out, voice breathless but full of challenge.

jake’s eyes darkened, the tension thick as he held your gaze for a moment, a dangerous smirk spreading across his face. without a word, he grabbed your hair, yanking your head back, exposing your throat to him.

"you’re gonna fucking regret that," he hissed, his free hand sliding down your body, nails digging into your skin as heeseung’s relentless thrusts had you seeing stars.

jake’s grip on your hair was ruthless, pulling your head back to the point where your neck ached, but the pain only heightened the intensity coursing through you.

his words dripped with menace, sending a shiver of excitement straight through your core. you couldn’t help the gasp that escaped your lips, the sharp pain mixing perfectly with the pleasure as your body responded to both of them in ways you couldn’t control.

"regret it?" you managed to rasp out, voice shaky, taunting. "i fucking doubt it."

heeseung chuckled darkly behind you, his chest pressed against your back as his thrusts grew harder, slamming into you with a brutal force that made it impossible to stay quiet.

"she’s got a mouth on her," heeseung growled, his voice low and rough in your ear, his fingers digging into your hips, making sure you couldn’t move, couldn’t escape from the relentless pleasure he was giving you.

jake’s hand slipped from your chin to your throat, squeezing just enough to make your breath catch. his other hand slid down your body, fingers finding your clit, rubbing it in slow, teasing circles.

the combination of his choking grip and the overwhelming sensation between your legs made your mind go blank for a moment, all coherent thought replaced by the raw heat of ecstasy.

"we’ll see how long that attitude lasts," jake growled, fingers pressing harder on your clit, sending jolts of pleasure that had you twitching, your body betraying you.

you tried to hold back the moans, to keep some semblance of control, but it was useless. between the two of them, you were at their mercy, every nerve ending on fire, pushing you closer and closer to the edge.

heeseung’s breath was hot against your ear as he leaned in, voice dark and teasing. "let’s see who’s the slut now."

jake's hand tightened around your throat, cutting off your air just enough to make your pulse race even harder. his eyes were wild, almost crazed as he watched you struggle to hold back the moans that threatened to spill from your lips.

"go ahead," he taunted, his fingers still working your clit mercilessly. "i want to hear you beg for it."

your breath came out in shaky, broken gasps as you fought for control, but the pleasure was too much.

heeseung’s brutal thrusts from behind were relentless, hitting that perfect spot deep inside you with every thrust, driving you closer and closer to the edge. you could feel the heat building in your stomach, spreading through your entire body like wildfire, your legs trembling beneath their assault.

"fuck, she’s close," heeseung grunted, his voice rough, his grip on your hips so tight it was sure to leave bruises. "you feel that, jake? she’s struggling." god, the way they were talking to each other made you moan, it's like

"yeah, se's close," jake growled, loosening his grip on your throat just enough to let you gasp for air before squeezing again, making your head spin. "but i want to hear her say it."

jake’s grip tightened just enough to make your breath falter, his eyes locked on yours, daring you to disobey. "say it," he hissed, his voice low and dangerous. "say you’re a fucking slut."

your body trembled, so close to the edge that every part of you ached, desperate for release. but you bit down on your lip, holding back the words, refusing to give him what he wanted, like the brat you are.

heeseung’s chuckle against your ear was dark, mocking. "stubborn, huh?" his thrusts grew sharper, harder, sending jolts of pleasure through you that made your legs weak. "you’re gonna break sooner or later, baby. might as well just say it."

jake’s fingers worked relentlessly on your clit, teasing you, pushing you further into the haze of pleasure and pain. "we’re not letting you come until you say it," he taunted, his voice thick with lust. "tell us what you are."

tears welled in your eyes, the overwhelming sensation of their touch and the relentless pace of heeseung’s thrusts making it harder, you could feel yourself about to explode, every nerve on fire, the knot in your stomach was almost painful.

"come on," jake pressed, his grip on your throat loosening enough to let you catch your breath before squeezing again. "say you’re our slut. say it."

the tears finally spilled over, your body trembling violently between them, unable to hold back anymore. your voice came out broken, shaky, and desperate. "i’m… i’m your slut," you choked out, barely able to get the words past the sobs wracking your body.

"louder," heeseung demanded, his thrusts slamming into you with brutal force, making you cry out. "fucking mean it."

"i’m your slut!" you cried, voice hoarse, tears streaming down your face as you gave in completely, the shame and desire mixing into one overwhelming sensation. "please, i’m your fucking slut—just let me come, please!"

with one harsh grip to your chin, jake forced your jaw open, eyes dark with lust as he spat into your mouth, just like heeseung had done earlier. the warm sensation hit your tongue, and instead of recoiling, a wicked grin tugged at the corners of your lips.

you swallowed it down without hesitation, staring up at him, that filthy smile only growing wider, more dangerous. it drove jake wild, his lip caught between his teeth as he fought back a groan.

it drove jake fucking insane. his lip caught between his teeth as he tried to stifle a groan, but it escaped anyway, raw and guttural. "fuck, hee, did you see that?" he growled, his eyes burning with something darker as he looked over at heeseung. "she fucking loves it. look at that smile—one dick ain’t enough for her."

jake’s fingers tightened around your chin, his dark gaze never leaving yours. "she’s fucking gone," he hissed, voice desperate as his cock plunged in and out of you, the wet sounds of their bodies pounding into you echoing around the room. "she can’t even think anymore."

"gonna fuck your brain into mush," heeseung groaned, without hesitation, his teeth sank into your skin, biting hard, sending sharp waves of pleasure-pain through you. the mixture of sensations—his bite, jake’s relentless thrusting, the overwhelming pressure—had you completely at their mercy, body trembling uncontrollably.

jake was no gentler, his hands rough as they grabbed your tits, squeezing before biting down harshly on one, sucking with a feral need. "shit, shit—you’re sucking me dry," he moaned, words slurred as his movements grew more erratic, nearing his breaking point.

their cocks drove into you in a perfect, punishing rhythm, every thrust slamming deep, pushing you beyond your limits you could feel your walls breaking.

your body shook with overstimulation, every nerve ending on fire as they chased their own release, using you for their pleasure. heeseung’s grip on your hair tightened, his breath hot against your neck, his thrusts becoming harder, more frantic.

"spoiled brat," jake growled, his voice thick with lust as he slammed into you, hands gripping your hips hard enough to leave bruises. "you gonna cum again, huh? you wanna fucking cum? do you even deserve it?"

"jake- yes! please—i’m gonna—oh god, fuck!" you cried out, voice a broken, desperate moan, your body trembled violently, overwhelmed, your mind drowning in the pleasure completely. your climax building impossibly high, threatening to tear you apart.

"oh fuck, baby, you're gonna make me—" heeseung groaned, his voice shaky as he lost control, hips slamming into you with brutal intensity.

jake came first, his body jerking violently against you as his thrusts grew erratic, his release flooding your already overstimulated pussy. his mouth hung open, eyes rolling back, groaning loud as pleasure overtook him.

"fuck—i’m cumming, shit, y/n," he panted, his hips stuttering as he emptied himself into you, the heat of his cum filling you completely.

as jake lost himself, heeseung was right behind. a harsh, guttural sound tore from his throat, raw and animalistic, sending shockwaves through you. his hands gripped your hips with bruising force, your body jerked violently between them.

heeseung’s hand clamped over your mouth just as the loudest, most desperate scream escaped your lips, making your body thrash beneath them. but he held you down, his other hand gripping tightly as both he and jake filled you, their cum mixing and spilling out, hot and thick. the sensation of being so completely used, so utterly claimed, sent your mind spiraling into a haze.

even when they stopped thrusting, both of them still buried deep inside you, your body kept trembling. your eyes remained shut, your chest heaving as small, broken whimpers slipped from your swollen lips. you were wrecked, every nerve buzzing with overstimulation, your mind lost in the pleasure and exhaustion of being used.

jake and heeseung stayed still, panting heavily, their bodies pressed against yours as they soaked in the aftermath. you lay limp between them, your pussy pulsing around their softening cocks, completely spent.

"shit, heeseung, look at her," jake muttered, his voice hoarse, hand trailing down your trembling body. "so pretty." the room was heavy with the scent of sex and sweat, your body quivering as you slowly came down from the high, too exhausted to even open your eyes.

they both carefully pulled out of you, slow and deliberate, but the second they did, thick streaks of cum spilled from your overstretched pussy, dripping down your thighs in a messy display of just how ruined you were. your body collapsed back into heeseung’s lap, legs trembling, trying to catch your breath.

barely conscious, your eyelids fluttered, blinking through the fog of exhaustion. jake, equally drained, toppled over you, pressing his weight down, letting out a satisfied groan. heeseung chuckled, the sound raspy and low, wrapping his arms around your waist, holding you both close.

“you two are gonna kill me,” heeseung murmured with amusement, burying his face in your neck, breathing in the scent of sweat and cum. jake snuggled against you, his face nuzzling into your chest, his breathing slowing, completely spent and content.

"fuck, that was insane," jake muttered sleepily, his voice barely a whisper, still pressed against you. heeseung hummed in agreement, his grip tightening around you both.

the three of you lay there, bodies tangled, sticky and sweaty, but none of it mattered.

or maybe it did matter—for jungwon, who had been watching from the sidelines, his brain already plotting, imagining how he would reduce you to a moaning mess next. they already gave quite the show, and his eyes had been glued to you the entire time, impressed at how you’d managed to take almost all of them. but jungwon had more in store for you, much more.

jay, sensing the moment was winding down, had slipped away during the chaos, only to return with pillows and a blanket. his usually cocky demeanor was softened by the care he took in handling them.

"got you these," jay murmured as he carefully slid the pillows under your head, draping the blanket over your exhausted, sweaty body, covering both you and the guys who clearly had no intention of pulling away yet.

his movements were unexpectedly gentle, the usual edge in his demeanor replaced with something softer, more tender. you managed a quiet, breathless "thank you," eyes fluttering shut as a content sigh escaped your lips. he ruffled your hair lightly, the gesture almost foreign coming from him. you looked up at him, half-surprised, and for a moment, you could swear there was a faint blush creeping up his cheeks as he grew sheepish under your gaze.

before you could process it further, sunghoon, who had been quietly watching from the sidelines, knelt beside you. his movements were slow and careful as he wiped you down with a warm cloth, the sensation soothing on your overworked skin. his touch was so light, deliberate, as if he was afraid to overwhelm you after everything you’d been through. "you did amazing," he whispered, his voice calm and reassuring, his fingers brushing delicately over your skin.

but he couldn’t help the subtle roll of his eyes when he glanced over at jake, who had practically buried himself deeper into your chest, looking completely content. "always the clingy one," sunghoon muttered, though there was a soft smirk tugging at his lips as he continued to clean you up, the contrast between jake’s possessive hold and his own quiet attentiveness making the moment feel almost too surreal.

jake, still nestled against you, let out a soft laugh, his arm draped lazily over your waist. "how’re you feeling?" he asked, voice playful, but his eyes betrayed genuine concern as he looked up at you, his face soft and a bit unsure.

"fucked—literally," you mumbled with a small, tired smile. "but in a good way."

heeseung chuckled behind you, his chest pressing against your back as he held you close, his breath steady. “yeah, we didn’t go easy on you, did we?” he teased, placing a soft kiss on the back of your neck. "but you took it like a pro."

sunghoon, still gently wiping you down, smirked at your response. “we’ll go easier next time,” he promised, though the gleam in his eyes made you highly doubt that.

jake, his cheek pressed against your chest, suddenly tensed, his smile faltering. "hey… uh, about what i said earlier," he began, his voice softening, the playful edge gone as he looked up at you.

"i didn’t mean it like… like you’re actually a slut. i just—" he stammered, the flush in his cheeks deepening as he scrambled to explain himself. "you know what i mean, right? like, you’re not literally—"

you couldn’t help but smile at how flustered he was getting, his usual cocky demeanor replaced with a rare moment of awkwardness. "i know, jake," you reassured him, running your fingers through his hair, trying to ease the tension.

"yeah, but you are… i mean, you were… in that moment," jake continued, still stumbling over his words, his face reddening more as he tried to justify himself.

your brow quirked up, amusement dancing in your eyes. "really, jake? now you’re shy? when you’ve been trying to fuck me this whole time?" you teased, running a hand lazily through his hair. "where’s all that cocky energy gone?"

jake groaned, burying his face deeper into your chest, clearly embarrassed. "shut the fuck up," he mumbled, his voice muffled against your skin, his fingers gripping your waist a little tighter.

"it just feels different, alright?" his words came out in a rush, like he was annoyed with himself for even having this conversation.

he shifted again, still holding you close, and you could feel the tension melt away as he relaxed into your embrace. "fuck," he muttered, almost to himself, his voice quieter now.

"i dunno why, but it just… i just really fucking like this." he sounded so out of character, the way he was practically clinging to you, like he couldn’t get close enough.

you smirked, amused by his sudden vulnerability. "so, you’re saying you’re soft now?" you teased, brushing your fingers against his jaw, making him groan again, clearly frustrated.

"shut up," jake repeated, this time more flustered, his face buried against you. "it’s not like that. i just—shit, i don’t know." he sighed, his voice dropping lower, almost vulnerable. "just… don’t fucking move, okay?"

heeseung, hearing all of this, chuckled softly against your ear, his grip still firm around you. "guess the tough guy act’s wearing off," he teased, making jake groan louder, his face buried against your chest, clearly embarrassed but unwilling to let go. you could feel jake’s heart pounding against you, his arms tightening as if he needed the comfort of your warmth.

jungwon, still standing by the counter, had been watching the entire interaction with quiet intensity. there was something heartwarming in his gaze, but it was masked by a slight irritation that he couldn’t shake—he’d been pent up, just like the others, but every single one of them had managed to get their turn with you while he was left waiting. he let out a low hum, his eyes meeting yours for a brief second before he pushed off the counter and approached with slow, deliberate steps.

“don’t worry,” jungwon said, his tone calm but laced with a sharp edge. "i’m not evil enough to fuck you after all that." despite the reassuring words, there was an unmistakable intent in his voice, something that made your pulse quicken even in your exhausted state.

"but first..." his gaze flickered down to the vial he’d been holding this whole time, the faintest of smiles tugging at his lips. "there’s something we need to take care of."

"open," he instructed, his voice commanding, impossible to ignore. despite your body’s exhaustion, your lips parted as he stepped closer, the small green vial gleaming in his hand. before you could protest or question what it was, he tipped the vial to your lips, forcing the bitter liquid into your mouth.

the moment it hit your throat, you gagged, instinctively trying to reject the sharp, acrid taste. but jungwon’s hand was firm, cupping the back of your head as he tilted the vial further, making sure you swallowed every drop.

"you’re not wasting a single bit, unless you wanna have problems guessing who the father is," jungwon murmured, his voice smooth but unyielding as you coughed, struggling to swallow the rest. the bitterness clung to your tongue, your eyes watering from the taste, but jungwon didn’t release you until he was sure you’d swallowed every last drop.

as you gasped for air, wiping at your mouth, jungwon’s gaze stayed locked on yours. "good," he murmured, his thumb brushing over your lower lip to catch a stray drop of the liquid. "you’ll thank me later."

the frustration on his face made you feel guilty, and you frowned, seeing how tense he still was.

"shit, won... sorry i couldn’t—" you started, your voice weak and shaky, but jungwon shushed you softly, his expression softening.

his fingers gently swept your messy hair away from your face, brushing it back with unexpected care. "it’s okay," he murmured, voice calm as his fingers tucked a strand behind your ear. "take a break. you’ve done enough."

then, just as you began to relax, jungwon leaned in closer, his breath hot against your ear. his tongue slid sensually along your earlobe, sending an unexpected shiver down your spine. his voice, low and dangerous, whispered only for you to hear, "because you’re gonna fucking need it."

the shudder that ran through your body was involuntary, your mind racing at the implications. "i’ll take care of the rest," jungwon added, his thumb brushing over your cheek in a rare show of gentleness. the commanding edge in his voice had faded, replaced by a calm so unnerving it almost felt like a warning.

he wasn’t done with you yet, not even close.

“y’all still smoking?” you asked, your voice hoarse, eyes drifting toward jay and sunghoon. only now did you notice just how high they were, both of them lounging in their own hazy world. it made sense why they’d been so gentle while taking care of you—they were absolutely fried.

their movements were slow and lazy, the drugs in their systems clearly still working through them. but as your gaze shifted to jungwon, it became clear he was just as high, though he tried harder to hide it.

his posture was tense, grip still tight around the pink silk restraint in his hand—he hadn’t let it go once. the sharpness in his eyes was slightly dulled by the haze, like he was trying to stay in control despite the obvious hit he’d taken.

heeseung sighed, gently trying to move jake off you, but the weight of both you and jake had him pinned. he could feel a low jealousy bubbling up, watching jake nestled so peacefully against your chest, completely oblivious to everything else. heeseung muttered, “come on, man,” his legs starting to go numb.

“sorry,” you mumbled, shifting slightly, and immediately, the soreness between your legs made you wince. your pussy throbbed from the earlier overstimulation, and the sticky remnants of their cum clung to your skin, making the discomfort impossible to ignore.

jay, noticing your wince, shot you a lazy grin. “didn’t want to clean you up just yet, considering jungwon still has plans…” his voice was casual, but the implication hung in the air, sending a shiver down your spine.

jungwon stood nearby, taking a long drag from the vaporizer. despite how new he was to it earlier, he seemed way too comfortable now. his brows furrowed slightly, deep in thought, though his eyes flickered toward you with a sharp, unreadable look.

“it’s fine,” jungwon finally said, voice calm but with an edge that sent a shiver down your spine. “i can wait… as long as she can handle what’s coming next.” his lips curled into a tight smile, a contrast to the calmness in his voice, and the anticipation in his words made your heart race.

sunghoon, moving slowly like he was floating, took the vaporizer from jungwon and inhaled deeply. without a word, he walked over to you, his hands gentle as he helped you sit up despite the soreness.

before you could react, he leaned in close, pressing his lips to yours, shotgunning the vapor into your mouth. the warm, calming sensation filled your lungs, and your body immediately began to relax, melting into the moment.

“there we go,” sunghoon murmured softly, brushing a strand of hair from your face. your head tilted back as the tension drained from your muscles. “thought it would help.”

you managed to raise an eyebrow, despite the glossy haze in your eyes and the lazy smile spreading across your lips. "what’s gotten into you guys?" you asked, voice soft and teasing, "i swear, i’m not used to this."

"you just gave us the best fucks of our lives," sunghoon replied, his voice low and teasing as he leaned back slightly, watching the lazy smile play on your lips. his eyes held that same mischievous glint, but now, they were filled with something more, something raw and satisfied.

he trailed his fingers gently over your thigh, his touch soft but deliberate. "you didn’t think we’d just let you crash after that without making sure you’re taken care of, did you?"

the vapor worked quickly, easing the aches and discomfort from your body. you felt your mind fog over slightly, the haze blending with the lingering exhaustion.

“water?” heeseung’s voice broke through the haze as he knelt beside you, holding a bottle out. his gaze softened as he unscrewed the cap. “slow sips,” he urged, bringing the bottle to your lips.

you nodded weakly, the cool water sliding down your throat, refreshing and soothing.

“better?” heeseung asked gently, his hand resting on your back, his touch careful.

“i’m really loving this attention, not gonna lie,” you teased, a tired smile pulling at your lips despite the exhaustion weighing on your body.

heeseung chuckled softly, handing you the bottle. “you earned it.”

jay, lounging nearby, gave you a playful wink, while jake, who was sprawled out next to him, laid face down on the one and only sofa in the station, his hands dangling over the edge, completely zonked out.

sunghoon, still close by, smiled at you, leaning in slightly. “you love being spoiled, huh?”

you laughed softly, feeling the tension in your muscles start to ease. “who wouldn’t?” you replied, the warmth of their attention slowly pulling you back from the brink of exhaustion.

then jungwon’s voice cut through the light atmosphere, drawing everyone's attention. “i…” he began, like he wanted to say something but held back, taking another slow drag before exhaling.

“nevermind, rest for now,” he continued, eyes locking onto yours. “the concoction i gave you will work, so don’t worry about getting pregnant. you were smart for thinking ahead about that.”

he paused for a moment, his gaze lingering on you, lips curling into a small smile that hinted at something more. “but you’ve got an appointment with me tomorrow.”

the casual tone of his words did little to mask the seriousness behind them. the others exchanged glances, the atmosphere shifting as curiosity and anticipation filled the room.

“i’ll make sure everything’s taken care of,” jungwon added, taking another drag, eyes never leaving yours. “so just rest… for now.”

“you’re smoking a lot,” you murmured, eyeing the vaporizer in his hand as he took another slow drag. despite his calm demeanor, the bulge straining in his pants told a different story.

jungwon leaned back, exhaling slowly, his eyes flickering over you with a casual intensity. “i have to,” he replied simply, though the tightness in his voice betrayed his calm exterior. his arousal was impossible to ignore, his hard-on evident.

you could feel the tension building again, though it was clear jungwon was holding back—for now.

if only you knew what he had in store for you next.

the peaceful moment was shattered by the sudden crackle of the intercom, piercing through the haze and making everyone jolt in place. the lazy, satisfied calm that had blanketed the room instantly vanished, replaced by the cold slap of reality.

"attention crew, this is HQ,” a stern voice announced, cutting through the tension. “we’ve detected irregularities in the ship’s systems. a team inspection is required immediately.”

you blinked, still dazed, trying to process the situation, your sore body sinking deeper into the blankets. sunghoon, high as fuck, let out an exasperated groan, rubbing a hand over his face as he sat up, his previously calm, gentle demeanor turning sour.

“fuck, can’t believe i have to steer while i’m this baked. they’re gonna get us all killed.” his eyes were still half-lidded, the effects of the vaporizer clearly not having worn off.

jay, equally stoned, gave a lazy grin, though it faltered as the weight of the announcement settled in. “of course this shit happens right now,” he muttered, leaning back and stretching, trying to look more alert than he actually was.

heeseung sighed, shifting carefully to disentangle himself from you and jake, his legs long gone numb from holding both of you. “yeah, well, it was good while it lasted,” he grumbled under his breath, rolling his shoulders as he got up.

"fuck reality," jake muttered, still half-asleep, his face nestled in your chest, clearly unwilling to move. “i was finally getting comfortable.”

“right?” sunghoon groaned, reluctantly pulling himself to his feet with exaggerated slowness. “i swear, if i have to fly this ship while feeling like this, we’re definitely crashing into the moon. and then what? i die high as shit.”

jay snorted, rubbing his eyes. “well, at least you'd go out happy. i have to figure out diagnostics, and i’m still seeing stars.” he dragged a hand through his hair, clearly unenthused about the sudden shift from relaxation to responsibility.

jungwon, still leaning against the wall with the vaporizer in hand, took a slow, deliberate drag, his grip tightening slightly on the pink silk restraint he hadn’t let go of. despite the haze still lingering in his gaze, his sharp intensity remained. “can’t we just pretend we didn’t hear them? five more minutes?” he suggested dryly, a small smirk pulling at his lips.

heeseung rolled his eyes, already slipping back into commander mode despite the lingering effects of the smoke. “nope. get your shit together. sunghoon, you’re at the helm. jay, diagnostics. jake—wake up and run an external scan. jungwon—" he paused, catching jungwon’s focused gaze and the subtle smirk on his face. “you know what to do.”

jungwon exhaled slowly, blowing smoke from his lips as he pushed off the wall. “yeah, yeah. i’ll check the power core,” he said smoothly, though the hint of frustration was clear. his eyes flicked to you, the heat still simmering beneath his calm exterior. he pocketed the restraint, a silent promise that this wasn’t over. “you’ll rest, i’ll make sure everything’s handled.”

jay let out another exaggerated sigh, shaking his head. “of course. i was this close to being fully horizontal again.” he gestured dramatically, the high still evident in his sluggish movements. “and now i gotta go pretend i know how to fix shit.”

sunghoon nodded toward him, snickering. “at least you’re a scientist. i just push buttons and hope for the best.” he stretched out his arms lazily.

you laughed softly, wincing at the soreness but feeling comforted by the banter. “well, if you guys need me... you can call,” you offered, your voice still raspy but sincere. even though your body felt like it had been through the wringer, you didn’t want to leave them to deal with everything alone. “i mean, not that i’ll be much help right now, but...”

heeseung, now fully in command mode, shot you a soft smile as he bent down to brush a few stray strands of hair from your face. “we’ve got it covered,” he reassured you, his voice calm but firm. “you rest, okay? we’ll handle it.”

jungwon, still lingering near the door, shot you a knowing look. “besides, you’ve got bigger things to worry about,” he said with a sly grin, his fingers tapping the pocket where the pink restraint was tucked away.

the teasing glint in his eyes made your heart race, but you couldn’t help the tired smile that crept onto your face.

"i’ll worry about that later," you muttered, your body finally starting to relax as the exhaustion took over. jungwon’s smirk lingered in the back of your mind, but the soft sheets and the warmth of the blanket wrapped around you pulled you deeper into comfort.

as the sounds of the others prepping for the inspection faded, you let your eyes close. despite everything, you felt a sense of calm knowing they had it covered. and as the weight of sleep slowly settled over you, you realized that whatever jungwon had planned... it could wait.

your breathing slowed, your body finally giving in to the much-needed rest, that sly grin of his the last thing etched in your mind before sleep finally took you.

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