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ROYALLY YOURS

a collection of royal!enha hyung line aus

this is for my 1k followers special event! thank you so much to all of you for your gracious support <333

disclaimer: the following works will contain suggestive content, so read at your own discretion!

pairing: prince!heeseung x princess!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, forced proximity, arranged marriage au

synopsis: you and prince heeseung have been rivals for as long as you can remember. what began as childhood clashes has grown into a deep-seated animosity over the years. but when your sister runs away on her wedding day, you're forced to take her place and marry heeseung—the last person you ever wanted to call your husband.

now bound in an unwanted marriage, you’re faced with navigating the tension between your unresolved hatred and an unexpected attraction. as palace intrigue and looming threats surround you both, you must confront the truth of your feelings. will the bitterness between you tear you apart, or will it ignite something far more powerful?

word count: 11.5k

release date: 17th september 2024

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pairing: art tutor!jay x princess!reader

genre: strangers to lovers, forbidden relationship

synopsis: as a princess exploring her artistic passions, you’re drawn to jay, your mesmerising art teacher whose lessons stir more than just creativity. what begins as a quest to master your craft quickly becomes a whirlwind of tension and forbidden desire. with every brushstroke and shared moment, the line between teacher and lover blurs. but when societal barriers and personal doubts threaten your connection, will you both find a way to embrace a future together, or will your love remain a beautiful but fleeting masterpiece?

word count: est 10k+

release date: 21st september 2024

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pairing: prince!jake x pirate!reader

genre: enemies to lovers, adventure

synopsis: when prince jake’s wild behaviour leads to his capture by you, a daring pirate, you think it's just another ransom job. but as jake discovers the excitement of life at sea, your initial plans start to unravel. amidst adventure and unexpected feelings, both of you must navigate a complex web of desires and duties, ultimately facing a choice that could transform your lives forever.

word count: tbc

release date: 25th september 2024

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pairing: tailor!sunghoon x reader

genre: friends to lovers, both are fools in love

synopsis: sunghoon, a talented designer, has always harboured feelings for his longtime friend, you. when he invites you to be his muse, the sessions are charged with a tension that neither of you can ignore. as sunghoon’s compliments and intimate moments reveal deeper feelings, a surprising twist shakes your world. with your engagement to someone else looming and sunghoon grappling with his emotions, both of you face a turning point that will challenge everything you thought you knew about love and friendship.

word count: tbc

release date: 28th september 2024

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» XO, Miss Decelis

pairings! rich kids!hyung line x fem!reader, choi yeonjun x fem!reader briefly synopsis! perfection used to be all you strove for, keeping everything that didn't fit the image a secret from the world, but an accident that nearly took your life made you reconsider what kind of person you truly wanted to be... warnings! smut (mdni! 18+), mentions of bullying, joking about past trauma to cope, angst, jealousy etc. (warnings will be added) taglist! open a/n! never thought i'd be back to writing fanfic on tumblr but here we are... i guess even 6 years later, i'm still the same person i was when i was 15... just btw, the pairings can change as i write more since right now, i have only officially written the first sooo... don't take it for granted

RESOLUTION 1: actually enjoy a party... (Lee Heeseung x Reader)

synopsis! lee heeseung has known you your whole life. he has always kept you at an arm’s length due to his childhood pettiness after being forced to spend time with you as kids. but now that you were back in town, going to school again, he finds his resolve to dislike you at all costs crumbling between his fingers. as if it hadn’t always been chipping away throughout the years.

word count! 5.4k

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RESOLUTION 2: not be a virgin anymore... (Sim Jake x Reader)

synopsis! sim jake has always liked you, but as heeseung’s best friend, he felt weird trying to talk to you. now, with the rules around you loosening, jake refuses to miss his chance to win you over.

word count! 8.4k

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RESOLUTION 3: become popular at school (Park Jay x Reader)

synopsis! park jay always thought of you as the annoying little miss perfect who could do no wrong in the eyes of his, yours and heeseung’s parents. he wasn’t fond of you in the slightest for that very reason. but when you dropped the act after your perfect image had shattered in front of everyone, he can’t help but feel drawn to you. when he discovers another one of your secrets, he thinks he might truly have to ruin you for the whole world to know how far from perfect you truly are.

word count! 12k

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RESOLUTION 4: maybe get a boyfriend? (Park Sunghoon x Reader)

synopsis! park sunghoon always preferred admiring you from afar. because to him, you were untouchable. as the daughter of his career’s biggest sponsor, he was scared that the smallest slight upon your person could make your father withdraw. but you were not the fragile pretty flower sunghoon thought you to be. it was only his luck that you ran right into his arms when you didn’t know what to do about the rest of his friends.

word count! 15k

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Good morning, Decelis! Guess who’s back?

And no, I’m not talking about myself at the moment, but rather, a princess of a successful empire, and our beloved black sheep of the school. It’s quite ironic, isn’t it? In a place where money is power, she has none despite the billions she’s meant to inherit. Poor girl, wouldn’t you say?

But rumours have it that our princess is back from her prolonged summer break abroad, and she’s different than we remember.

It seems that the good girl image has been thrown to the wolves, and the princess is back with a bite of her own.

I’m most definitely looking forward to what this year brings us.

XO, Miss Decelis

dream daddy ➵ 𝖙𝖊𝖆𝖘𝖊𝖗 ⋆ ˚｡⋆

➴ pairings: enha!hyung line x fem!reader (each chapter - each member) ➴ genre: fluff, comedy ➴ synopsis: They're just single dads trying to get by, raise their children, and succeed in life where they did not in love. But maybe the tides turn in their favor to welcome something new in their lives right at their children's school, Cerulean Academy. ➴ taglist: join my taglist for this series here!

⋆ ˚｡⋆ TEASER STARTS HERE AND WILL CONTINUE UNDER THE CUT ⋆ ˚｡⋆

Cerulean Academy was home to renowned scientists, scholars, and starlets. It was the epicenter for well-rounded education, focused entirely on the happiness and success of their young prodigies. It was any parent's dream to have their child attend and learn reading, writing, and arithmetic with the future leaders of the world.

The parents that attended the galas and PTA meetings of the academy were not bad to look at either. Especially the four men that dominated the minds and hearts of the single mothers and female faculty.

Lee Heesung, Sim Jaeyun, Park Jongseong, and Park Sunghoon, the handsome quartet of the K-5 circuit of Cerulean Academy, were unaware just how loved they were by their children’s peers and parents.

When they walked into school, either by themselves or as a head-turning group, it was known across campus. From pre-school parents to giggling freshman, they stopped and stared at them, too mesmerized to focus on much else.

And by the cruel workings of fate and love gone wrong, all four men happened to be perfectly and ironically single.

But by the end of the year, the culmination of the school term’s work with the celebration of Field Day, that was about to change.

⋆ ˚｡⋆ CHAPTER 1 (HEESEUNG) COMING SOON ⋆ ˚｡⋆

The Pleasure Principal

Masterlist

Pairing: Park Sunghoon x fem reader

Genre: smau, college au, humor, suggestive, slight angst, strangers to lovers, smut

Warnings: will vary for each chapter

Summary: In which Sunghoon gets tutored on how to please a girl after a nasty rumor about him spreads. Alternatively, in which you're so desperate to get a good grade, you agree to help a friend with his questionable request unaware of exactly how much work you'd have on your plate.

The following content is a work of fiction that in no way is meant to represent the idol's actual behavior, and it is written purely for entertainment purposes.

Please do not keep reading if you are a minor or are uncomfortable with any of these things.

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Started: 09/13/2023

Status: ongoing

0- Profiles

1- We're not prostitutes

2- pimped out by Heeseung?

3- Just act normal ig

4- you learned from"p*rn"

5- Heeseung hyung has spidey-senses

6- "fix the fuckboy" project

7- "myriad" ? 💀

8- so YOU'RE the actual day hooker

9- The camera loves me

10- respect to fictional bros 👏

11- You love me 😍

12- Scout's honor 🤚

13- "Need sex advice" MY ASS

14- "They look... pretty"

15- Baby ☹️

16- A poll 💀

17- I'm fluent in Hoonish 😌

18- oh look a bird! 🐦

19- HE HAS A BROTHER?

20- I thought you had no game

21- Dude, is your girlfriend single?

22- I will actually hunt him down 🙃

23- that should be me 😭

24- Friendship survived 💪

25- I hate it here

26- do better.

27- ...fuck you? but unfuck you??

28- dead people shit

More to come...

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brought the heat back. (chapter two)

pairings. omegaverse!au ot7 x reader warning. contains omegaverse!au, heat, rutting, extreme jealousy, obsession, emotional intensity, explicit sexual content, slow-burn, explores themes of power dynamics, omega submission, alpha dominance, scenting, manipulation, unprotected sex, knotting, creampies, and non-consensual elements. reader discretion is strongly advised. mdni. wc. 36.5k plot. in a world where instincts rule, you're an omega thrust into the role of housemother for enhypen—a group of seven alphas. what was meant to be a simple assignment turns into a delicate dance of control and desire, as you struggle to maintain your composure while the alphas slowly break down your walls. every interaction is laced with tension, every glance a spark, building up to moments that almost cross the line. a story of power, temptation, and the fine line between duty and desire, leaving you—and the alphas—wondering how much longer you can resist.

⟢ read chapter one here!

© inspired by enha's bthb.

“where do you think you’re going?”

heeseung’s voice cuts through the air, sharp and commanding, sending a shockwave through your body. it’s not just the words, but the way he says them—low, rough, like gravel rolling in his throat.

it stops you dead in your tracks, your pulse quickening as your skin tingles with awareness. your heart stutters, a cold sweat prickling at the back of your neck. he’s close now, too close, his heat radiating off him in waves, seeping into your skin. it’s impossible to ignore, and worse, it’s intoxicating.

the scent of him is suffocating—sandalwood, vanilla, with a dark edge of leather that clings to your senses. it’s overwhelming, pulling at something primal in you, stirring up a need you’re desperately trying to suppress. fuck, it’s like a noose tightening around your throat, each inhale pulling you deeper into submission.

everything about heeseung exudes control, and it’s suffocating.

“calm down, hyung,” sunoo mutters, rolling his eyes, the exasperation clear in his voice, “you’re not exactly helping here.”

“weren’t you the one freaking the fuck out when she wanted hyunjin to fuck her brains out?” niki snorts, shooting sunoo a pointed look, a smirk playing on his lips. there’s mockery in his tone, but there’s truth too, a truth that makes your stomach flip. it’s a cruel reminder of just how fucked you are right now.

sunghoon hasn’t said a damn thing, but he doesn’t have to. the way he’s watching you, his eyes locked on the rapid rise and fall of your chest, tells you everything. you can see it in his face—he’s remembering. remembering the time you begged him to fuck you, right there on the floor, your hands trembling, your voice shaky with need.

does he regret not doing it? fuck, yes.

will he make up for it? he’s gonna make damn sure of it.

your heart is pounding in your chest, each beat echoing in your ears as your breath comes in shaky, shallow gasps. your body’s betraying you, heat crawling up your spine, spreading like wildfire under your skin. you need to get the hell away from them, but your legs feel like they’re locked in place, frozen by the weight of their stares.

“i... i need to get to my room,” you stammer, but the words come out weak, like you’re trying to convince yourself more than them. even you don’t fucking believe it.

you try to push past heeseung, but it’s like trying to move a damn wall. the second you press against him, he’s already closing the distance, his hand snapping around your wrist in a grip that sends a shockwave through your entire body.

fuck, you’re in deep shit.

“we could help you... keep it under control.” his tone is smooth, like he’s offering you something precious, but you know damn well it’s a trap. a cage disguised as a gift, and you’re walking straight into it.

you’re surrounded now, their scents thick in the air, overwhelming. sandalwood, spice, leather—all of it wraps around you, sinking into your skin, making it harder to think straight.

“i can’t... you know the rules,” you whisper, but your voice shakes, betraying you. the control you’re trying so hard to hold onto is slipping fast, and they know it. they can fucking see it.

“fuck the rules,” jake snaps, stepping in closer, wedging himself between you and heeseung, his eyes dark with a possessiveness that leaves you breathless. “we’re not letting some other fucking alpha take you. do you get that?” his words come out as a low growl, his voice full of raw, dangerous intensity. every instinct inside you is screaming—submit.

but before you can pull away, heeseung’s grip tightens around your wrist. you’re trapped, pinned between them.

“no one has to know,” jake murmurs, his voice dropping to a coaxing, smooth tone. but you know better. this isn’t a way out—he’s offering you a one-way ticket to the hell they've created for you.

jungwon steps in, his voice soft, almost gentle, but his eyes burn with something fierce, something primal. “we know you want this,” he whispers, his fingers brushing against your cheek, so light it’s teasing, but it’s enough to send sparks shooting down your spine.

“just stop fighting it, bunny,” he murmurs, voice dripping with sweetness, but underneath, there’s that same possessive edge. “let me make you feel good. you’ve been holding back for too long.”

the tenderness in his touch, the way his words wrap around you—it’s too much. you feel yourself cracking, breaking under the weight of their presence, their words, the way they’re all so close, crowding you. your breath comes out shaky, barely holding onto whatever resistance you have left.

“please,” the word slips out before you can even stop it, barely more than a whisper. but even you don’t know what you’re asking for—for them to stop, or for them to push you over the edge?

“we’ll take care of you,” heeseung promises, his voice low and steady, almost soothing in its certainty. “just let us, baby. we’ll make it better.”

and god, you want to. fuck, you want to so badly it hurts.

but you know if you give in, there’s no going back. that realization crashes into you like a brick, cutting through the haze clouding your mind. it’s like being on the edge of a cliff, staring down, knowing that once you fall, there’s no stopping it.

“i can’t lose my job,” you blurt out, your voice cracking with desperation, the words spilling from your lips like they’re the last thread keeping you tethered to reality. “i can’t.”

heeseung’s grip loosens just enough, his eyes narrowing as they search your face for any sign of weakness. “shh, baby, we won’t let that happen,” he murmurs, his voice soft, too fucking soft for the situation. there’s an intensity simmering beneath the gentleness that sends a shiver right down your spine.

the way he says it, so sure, like it’s already been decided, like he’s got it all planned out. and the worst part? a small part of you wants to believe him. wants to let go, let them handle everything. you swallow hard, trying to ignore the way your body reacts to his words, the way your pulse jumps, the heat already building low in your belly.

“it’s not that simple,” you try to argue, but even to your own ears, your voice sounds weak, shaky, like you’re grasping at straws.

“it is.” jake’s voice cuts through, sharp and frustrated. he’s stepping closer, crowding your space, jealous of the attention you’re giving heeseung. his breath is hot against your neck, his hand sliding up your arm. “you’re mine, aren’t you?”

his words dig deep, triggering something primal inside you. it makes your pulse spike, makes your skin burn, but before you can even step back, jay’s already there, blocking your path, his voice low and laced with warning. “we’re not letting you go until you say yes. you know that, right?”

your back hits the wall, cold and unyielding, trapping you between them with nowhere to run. you’re fucking trapped.

“all i know is, i can't lose my job. just drop it, please,” you beg, your voice breaking under the pressure. but even as the words leave your lips, they feel thin, empty, like you’re already losing the fight.

jungwon’s presence looms closer, his body pressing against yours until the cold wall digs into your back, caging you in completely. he’s losing his patience now. his eyes are dark, frustration tightening his jaw as he towers over you. would it really fucking kill you to just submit?

his fingers brush the line of your jaw, tilting your head up until your eyes are forced to meet his. “you won’t,” he whispers, voice soft, almost tender, but there’s something possessive beneath it that makes your breath catch. “we’ll make sure of it.”

but how? how could they promise that? your mind is spinning, trapped between fear, desire, and something else—something darker, clawing at the edges of your sanity. you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to hang on, trying to cling to any last bit of control.

“it’s too risky,” you whisper, but your voice trembles, barely holding together. the words feel like they’re slipping away, like the rules you’ve clung to for so long are crumbling beneath you.

“there’s something you need to understand.” heeseung’s thumb traces the inside of your wrist, sending sparks through your veins, his voice calm, but heavy with command. “you’re already ours. you know it. we know it. you just need to accept it.”

the words hit hard, wrapping around your thoughts, tightening until you can barely breathe. you want to push back, want to fight against the weight of his control, but your body betrays you, dragging you closer and closer to the edge.

“please, i—” you try to say, but it’s more a breathless confession than any kind of defense.

heeseung’s lips curl into a slow, dangerous smile, his eyes gleaming with that dark, possessive heat that makes your stomach twist in ways you don’t want to admit. “we’re pouring our hearts out here, and you’re still fighting it. or maybe…” his voice drops lower, mockery dripping from every word, “you’re waiting for hyunjin to fuck you, huh? is that it?”

“what? no—that’s bullshit, and you know it—” your voice is barely a shaky whisper, a weak protest under the weight of his gaze. and just like that, you feel it—your resolve, already fragile, crumbling even more with every second.

his words are doing something to you, stirring up feelings you’ve buried, feelings you’ve been desperately trying to ignore. but now, in this moment, it’s impossible to pretend they’re not there, clawing at you.

heeseung leans in closer, his lips brushing your ear, voice low, mocking. “so you’re not planning to ditch us for him? not thinking about spreading your legs for that pretty boy?”

his words hit deep, the possessiveness threading through them making your pulse quicken, your body betraying you with every second that passes. your skin feels like it’s burning under his touch, his breath on your ear sending shivers straight down your spine.

before you can form a response, jake’s hand slides up your arm, trailing heat in its wake as they close in from all sides. "you wouldn’t do that, right?" jake’s voice is rough, thick with jealousy.

the weight of jake’s hand on you is possessive, pinning you in place, and before you can pull away, jay is right there too, shrinking the space between you. “you really think hyunjin could satisfy you the way i can?” his voice is laced with disdain, a challenge as his fingers graze your collarbone, sending a sharp spike of heat through you.

your heat is wearing you down, mentally and physically. it’s like your body is fighting you, pushing you toward the edge, waiting for the omega inside you to give in and submit completely. and it’s getting harder to resist with each second.

your trembling fingers clutch the necklace around your neck, a weak, pathetic attempt to hold yourself together, to keep from falling apart. it’s not working. it’s getting harder to breathe.

“i—” you stammer, trying to clear the fog clouding your mind, trying to hold on to why you’ve been pushing them away. but it’s impossible. their bodies are too close, their heat overwhelming you, their scents making it impossible to think straight. “it’s not that,” you manage, but your voice cracks. “i can’t fucking risk losing everything for a mistake.”

jungwon steps closer, his hands wrapping around your trembling fingers, gently prying them from the necklace like it’s nothing. for a second, he debates ripping it away entirely, but he doesn’t.

“who said this was a mistake?” his voice is soft, insistent, his breath warm against your skin as his fingers tilt your chin up, forcing you to meet his gaze. his eyes are dark, intense, piercing through the flimsy walls you’ve been trying to hold up.

“you feel it, don’t you? you feel how right this is.”

and fuck, you do. your body is screaming for them, your thighs slick, your mind fraying as you fight to hold on to any shred of control.

alpha.

you shake your head, trying desperately to snap yourself out of it, to hang on just a little longer. but if you let your guard down for even a second, you know you’ll fall. you’ll give in. the omega inside you will submit.

“i don’t want to lose everything i’ve worked for,” you manage, your voice weak, clinging to the last excuse you have left.

“you won’t lose anything,” heeseung’s voice is calm, soothing, but the possessiveness underneath it makes your pulse spike. “we’ll take care of everything. you know we will. just stop fighting it.” he says it like he’s already won, like it’s a foregone conclusion, and the confidence in his tone makes your heart race faster.

they’re too close, their heat pressing in from all sides. their words wrap around you like chains, pulling tighter, and your thoughts spin in a whirlwind of fear, desire, and something darker.

“just admit it.” jake’s voice is rough, right in your ear, his breath hot against your skin. his hand slides to your waist, pulling you tight against him, his body solid, burning. “you don’t want him. you want us.”

jay, his patience wearing thin, growls low in his throat. “fuck, just say it.” the need in his voice makes your knees weak. “we can make you feel so good, baby. better than he ever could.”

you’re trembling, caught between them. their words sink into your skin, their touch sending jolts through your nerves. there’s nowhere left to run.

“say it.” jungwon’s voice brushes against your ear, dark and heavy, filled with a promise that makes your body quake. “say you want us.”

“i…”

the word sticks in your throat, choking you. your body’s betraying you—heat pooling between your legs, your legs trembling, your whole body shaking with need. you can’t hold out any longer. you’re about to break.

then, sunghoon’s voice cuts through the air like a blade.

“i can’t hear you.” his eyes lock onto yours, sharp and intense, the quiet demand in his voice making your heart stutter.

he hasn’t said much, just watched, but now—it’s like he’s been waiting for the perfect moment to strike.

“speak louder,” he says, stepping closer, voice low and demanding. “what were you going to say?”

he’s been watching you fight, watching your struggle, and it’s driving him mad. the way your body wants to give in, while your mind holds on by a thread—it’s the kind of thing that makes him want to push you, to see how far he can take you before you finally crumble beneath him.

sunghoon sees something the others don’t, something the others are too blinded by their need to see..

as much as they’ve all silently agreed you belong to them, they’re still a pack of jealous bastards, each one fighting for dominance, for your attention. the tension between them is a coiled snake, waiting to strike. they might be working together now, but there’s an unspoken competition brewing beneath the surface, simmering just below the surface. alphas don’t share easily—it’s a fucking miracle they’ve made it this far without tearing each other apart.

sunghoon, though, is waiting. watching. biding his time. he knows the others are bound to slip up, and when they do, he’ll be ready to claim his place. he always is.

but before he can make his move, the tension shatters like ice water poured over fire. niki’s voice cuts through the haze, panic threaded in every syllable as he holds up his phone, the screen glowing ominously.

"shit, yuki’s here with hyunjin. they’re in the elevator."

the atmosphere shifts in an instant.

sunoo’s amusement vanishes, his smirk wiped clean off his face, replaced with wide-eyed panic. “fuck!” he bolts for the door, stumbling over the sofa in his rush to check the peephole. his breath comes out in short, frantic bursts as he fumbles with the latch, his hands shaking.

“lock it! hurry!” niki's voice cracks, and you can feel the adrenaline spike in the room. the overwhelming scent of alpha and omega heat saturates the air, thick and suffocating. panic spreads like wildfire as sunoo tears through the drawers, desperately searching for anything to cover the stench that’s filled the room.

“fucking shut it down, guys!” he whisper-yells, spraying alcohol spray like a madman, the scent of sharp chemicals mingling with the heady pheromones. it’s frantic, messy, and a little too late.

but heeseung doesn’t move.

amidst the chaos, he stays still, his grip on your wrist tight, eyes locked onto yours with a fiery intensity that refuses to waver. even as the urgency escalates around you, heeseung’s focus doesn’t shift. the possessiveness in his gaze flickers with something darker—panic creeping in around the edges, but buried deep, barely noticeable.

“for fuck’s sake,” heeseung mutters under his breath, his jaw tightening as his grip loosens just slightly, the lust-fueled tension morphing into a different kind of urgency. you can feel his frustration vibrating through him, coiled and sharp. “yuki’s not supposed to be here. not now.”

his voice is low, practically a growl, and it hits you like a punch in the gut. this isn’t over—this mess, this chaos—it’s barely even started. the panic in the room is palpable, suffocating, and every alpha around you is scrambling to keep their shit together.

“you think?” jake snaps, running a hand through his hair, his frustration bubbling just beneath the surface. the scent of pheromones clings to the air, thick and suffocating, drowning you in their combined desire.

his sharp glare cuts to sunoo, who’s furiously spraying alcohol in a desperate attempt to mask the heavy scent filling the room. “could you be any more obvious?”

“shut up, jake,” sunoo fires back, hands shaking as he fumbles with the bottle, spraying like a madman. “you want yuki to walk in here and smell this? do you have any idea what’ll happen if he finds out?”

sunghoon’s voice slices through the chaos like a blade, sharp and boiling over with frustration. "you’ve got to be fucking kidding me." he slams his fist into the wall with a dull thud that reverberates through the room.

"it was my turn." his eyes burn with a deadly edge as he glares at the others, like this whole thing is their fault.

his frustration rolls off him in waves, vibrating through the room, and when he looks at you, it’s clear he’s caught—torn between staying by your side and handling the threat about to walk through the door.

you swallow hard, panic rising in your throat. “i need to get back to my room,” you whisper, voice shaky and fragile. it feels like everything is closing in on you, the walls shrinking with every second. "i can't be here."

“no, you don’t.” jungwon’s voice cuts through your thoughts, firm but surprisingly soft when his eyes meet yours. there’s something desperate behind his calm demeanor, something that betrays how badly he needs you to stay. “stay. we’ll figure this out.”

“figure what out?” you snap, your voice trembling with fear, panic slicing through the haze they’ve been pulling you under. “this is already a fucking disaster. i’m not losing everything over this.” adrenaline surges through you, momentarily breaking the hold they’ve had on you, but you can still feel it—pulling you back in.

jay steps forward, his eyes dark, but his voice wavers. “we can handle yuki,” he growls, but there’s doubt there. he’s not as sure as he wants to be.

sunghoon’s fists clench, knuckles white with the force of it. his gaze is fixed on the door, fury radiating off him. “we’re not fucking done here, y/n.” his words are edged with an intensity that makes your stomach flip. “but first, we deal with those two clowns outside.”

his eyes are like fire, “and the next time anyone interrupts, i’m throwing hands. i don’t give a fuck if it’s hyunjin or yuki. i’ll break every bone in their bodies.”

“relax, hoon,” jake mutters, though there’s nothing relaxed about him either. his fingers dig into his scalp, frustration boiling beneath the surface. “right now, we need to clean this up before yuki smells something off.”

heeseung scrubs a hand down his face, exhaling shakily, but when his eyes snap back to yours, they’re burning with that familiar intensity. “jake’s right. we clean this up. now.”

your heart pounds in your chest, a sickening rhythm that you can’t ignore. you nod, even though your legs feel weak, barely holding you up. they move with a sense of urgency, cleaning the space, masking the scent hanging heavy in the air. you can’t shake the feeling crawling up your spine—if hyunjin and yuki catch even a whiff of what’s going on, it’s over.

you're over.

your eyes dart toward the door, pulse quickening as the weight of everything crashes down on you. panic presses tight against your chest, the gravity of what’s at stake sinking deep into your bones. it’s suffocating. your throat tightens, and just as you think you can make a break for it, sunghoon’s voice slices through the tension like a blade.

“just so you know,” his voice is low, dark, dripping with promise, “next time, you’re mine. no interruptions.”

you swallow hard, throat dry, as you step out of the living room, their voices fading into the distance. your steps echo down the hallway, but your heart thunders louder, each beat like a reminder that you’re teetering on the edge of something dangerous, something you can’t come back from. by the time you reach your room, your hands are trembling.

it wasn’t just sunghoon’s words—it was the energy, that raw, suffocating intensity that had wrapped around you, clinging like a vice, squeezing tighter with every second, leaving you breathless, on edge.

just when you think you’ve escaped the chaos, your fingers still hovering over the doorknob, you hear your name.

“y/n.”

sunoo’s voice is soft, almost gentle, but it startles you all the same. you freeze as his slender fingers catch the door just before you can close it. your heart leaps into your throat. if you weren’t so completely drained, you might’ve slammed the door without realizing he was there.

“what the fuck are you doing?” you mutter, though your words lack any real bite. it’s more exhaustion than defiance, and sunoo, with that unnerving calm of his, slips inside without a word. like he’s been doing this forever. like he belongs there.

he doesn’t answer you right away, heading straight for the bathroom, his fingers already fiddling with the shower knobs like he owns the place. “they told me to hide here,” he says casually, not even looking back at you. “while they come up with some bullshit excuse. figured i’d help you clean up while i’m at it.”

you blink, thrown off by how natural he’s making this. “i can clean myself,” you snap, a little more sharply than you meant, the suspicion cutting through your exhaustion. but he doesn’t flinch.

his smile softens, and that calm, infuriating smile of his smooths over your frayed nerves, irritating you more than it should.

“i know you can,” he replies, adjusting the water temperature with practiced ease. “but why should you? besides,” he adds, not missing a beat, “if i stay out there, my scent might ruin everything. we’re better off in here. no one’s gonna suspect a thing.”

there’s a twisted logic to his words, one that grates on you because it makes too much sense. but deep down, you know that sunoo is different from the others. he’s always calm, always measured, controlled. almost harmless.

almost.

and despite everything—despite the heat still coursing through your veins—he’s the one who seems least likely to cross the line.

you take a few more unsteady steps toward the bathroom, exhaustion crashing over you like a tidal wave, heavier, more suffocating than before. your legs wobble, threatening to give out completely. you reach for the doorframe, but your body’s already betraying you. everything feels weak, fragile—like you’re one breath away from collapsing.

god, you fucking hate it.

but sunoo’s there, watching you with those calm, almost innocent eyes. no judgment, no pressure. just quiet patience. that look, that soft expression—it’s breaking down your last defenses, making it impossible to hold up the walls you’ve always relied on.

your body feels like it’s on the verge of collapse. you’re drowning in the intensity of their scents, their pheromones pressing down on you from every corner, overwhelming you. one alpha would’ve been enough to send you spiraling, but seven? seven fucking alphas in the room, their hunger suffocating you from the inside out. it’s a miracle you’ve managed this long.

“alright,” you mutter, voice trembling as the exhaustion finally wins. “fine. just… help me. but keep your fucking hands to yourself.”

sunoo doesn’t even flinch. he chuckles softly, the sound light and breezy, but there’s an edge beneath it, something darker that makes your skin prickle. “wouldn’t dream of it,” he murmurs, turning his back to you as he starts fiddling with the towels. but that lightness in his voice—it doesn’t sit right. something about it feels slippery, like it’s a mask he’s wearing too well.

he steps closer, hands brushing against your skin as he steadies you, his touch soft but firm. it’s the kind of touch that feels too careful, too perfect, like he knows exactly where the line is—and how to tiptoe right up to it without crossing it.

“i’ll just be here to help,” he says, his voice calm, too calm. “you don’t need to worry about anything. if you give out… i’ll catch you. it’s what i’m here for.”

you hate how his words sink into you, how the tension starts to slip away. “i hate this,” you whisper, voice raw with frustration and exhaustion. “i fucking hate feeling like this.”

sunoo’s closer now, his presence unnerving. “you shouldn’t have to,” he says, voice smooth, like he’s practiced it. “we pushed you too far. it’s our fault. my fault.”

his words hit you harder than you expect, and for a second, you almost believe him. almost. but something lingers in the air, something about the way he’s saying it, the way his eyes flicker with something you can’t quite place.

“always the good boy, huh?” you mutter, your voice barely above a whisper, exhaustion pulling the words out of you.

sunoo smiles, but it’s not soft this time. it’s almost too perfect. “that’s what they say.” there’s a beat, a pause just long enough to make your heart skip. “but only when it counts.”

there’s something unsettling in the way he says it, in the way his gaze never leaves you as he helps you into the shower, his hands respectful, but his presence still too intense, too much.

you step under the scalding spray, the water pounding against your skin like a release, an attempt to wash away everything clinging to you—dirt, arousal, sweat, tension, fear. it’s too hot, almost burning, but it works its way into your muscles, melting the stress, unraveling the knots that have you so wound up you can barely think.

for a moment, just one fleeting second, you feel like you can breathe again. the steam wraps around you, fogging the room, giving you a small illusion of safety. but even then, you’re hyper-aware of him standing just beyond the shower, his presence like a shadow you can’t shake.

he’s not touching you—he’s not even saying anything—but he’s there, and it’s almost unnerving. should be. it should make your skin crawl, but instead, there’s something about it that feels... comforting.

you don’t notice the way his gaze keeps drifting to the necklace around your neck—the one thing that’s keeping your vanilla scent locked down, the one thing standing between him and the scent that would drive any alpha wild. his fingers twitch with the temptation to rip it away, to let your heat wash over him and overwhelm every ounce of control he’s barely hanging onto.

but he won’t. not yet.

sunoo’s patient, calculated. he knows when to push, and when to hold back.

he isn’t like his hyungs, ruled purely by impulse.

his eyes trace the droplets of water sliding down your spine, lingering on every curve, following them down to where they disappear into the steam. his mouth practically waters, the thought of fucking you here, right now, a vivid picture in his mind.

it’s enough to make him dizzy with want.

but he doesn’t move.

instead, he watches, letting the haze of steam swirl around him, hiding the tension building in his body, the hard-on he can barely contain. the mist hides it all—the dazed look on his face, the hunger in his eyes—thankfully, because right now, he feels like he’s seen more of you than any of his hyungs ever had.

his fingers brush your skin, so light, so fleeting, that you might’ve imagined it. but then his voice cuts through the hiss of the water, low, intimate, threading itself into the space between you.

“you smell like heaven,” he murmurs, his voice sliding over your skin like a caress. it’s all he can do to keep his distance, to not pull you against him, to not ruin you in a way no one else could.

he wants to, fuck, he wants to more than anything.

“so good,” he breathes, his voice closer now, too close, and the warmth of his breath against the back of your neck sends an involuntary shiver down your spine. damn it.

you stiffen, the fragile calm you had shattering. “sunoo,” you snap, voice sharp, but tired. too tired. you don’t even bother turning around, and he’s already backing off, hands raised in mock surrender, the touch gone as quickly as it came.

“relax,” he says, his voice carrying that familiar grin. you don’t have to see his face to know it’s there. “i promised, didn’t i? nothing you don’t want.”

but the way he says it, the way his voice curls around those words, fuck.

you bite your lip, willing yourself to stay calm, to not let your body betray you any more than it already has. but every part of you is screaming for him to fuck you open, right fucking now—the heat, the tension, the adrenaline from the near-disaster outside—and sunoo’s presence isn’t helping.

if anything, it’s making it worse, his voice soft and smooth, wrapping around you like a slow, dangerous caress.

you glance over your shoulder, half expecting him to be right there, but he’s still keeping his distance. he’s leaning against the sink, arms crossed, watching you with that unreadable expression, like he’s waiting for something. like he knows something you don’t.

and it pisses you off.

“what?” you snap, more harshly than you intended, though the edge in your voice feels like the only control you have left. “what are you waiting for?”

he raises an eyebrow, completely unfazed by your sharp tone. if anything, the corner of his mouth twitches like he’s holding back a smirk. omega’s can be real cranky when left unfucked, he thinks to himself silently.

he knew you were already on edge, your body tense from the unbearable heat that had you wound up so tight you couldn’t even get yourself off properly. you were frustrated, desperate, and he could see it in every twitch of your muscles, every sharp breath you took.

he did feel bad. for a moment, he actually pitied you, watching you suffer through it, knowing you needed relief but were too stubborn to ask for it. but that sympathy only went so far. because the idea of someone else fucking you—some other alpha staking their claim? that wasn’t something he could live with. no, he’d much rather watch you writhe and beg than lose his mind thinking about anyone else giving you what you needed.

it’s the kind of look that makes your blood boil, but you’re too exhausted to do anything about it.

“waiting? i’m just making sure you’re okay,” he says, his voice smooth, casual as ever, but there’s that undertone again—something darker, something he’s not saying. you can feel it, like he’s holding something just out of reach, taunting you with it.

you narrow your eyes, suspicion flaring, but you don’t have the energy to play his games. not now. “i’m fine,” you spit through gritted teeth, though the lie is obvious to both of you. you’re unraveling, and it’s written all over your face.

“are you?” he tilts his head slightly, the glint in his eyes sharpening as his gaze slides over you, almost like he’s peeling back your layers, seeing more than he should. “because you don’t look fine.”

his words hit you harder than you expect, cutting through your defenses, and you flinch despite yourself. you fucking hate that he’s right.

“fuck you,” you mutter, your voice trembling with exhaustion, with frustration, with everything crashing down on you all at once. you’re falling apart, and sunoo knows it. hell, he’s been waiting for it.

he doesn’t move. doesn’t even flinch. he just watches you, calm, steady, like a predator who knows his prey is cornered, patiently waiting for you to break. “look,” he says, his tone shifting, softer now, almost soothing, but that slippery edge remains. “i get it. everything’s a mess, and you’re stuck in the middle of it. but you don’t have to pretend you’ve got it all under control. not here. not with me.”

you want to snap back, to tell him to fuck off, but the words die in your throat, coming out weaker than you ever wanted them to. “i don’t need your fucking pity,” you mutter, voice trembling. there’s no bite, no fight left in it, and you know he can see right through you. you hate how easily he can see it.

“it’s not pity,” he replies, smooth and calm, stepping closer—so close that the air between you practically hums with tension. his presence presses in on you, suffocating in its intensity. “it’s understanding. trust me, i know what it’s like to feel cornered, to fight for control when everything’s slipping out of your hands.”

your throat tightens as you swallow hard, your heart pounding in your chest like it’s trying to escape. his words are cutting deep, slipping under your skin, softening the defenses you’ve been clinging to with everything you’ve got. and you fucking hate it. you hate how much sense he makes, how easily he’s worming his way into the cracks you’ve tried so hard to hide.

“you don’t know shit,” you whisper, voice shaky, but even you can hear how hollow the words sound. there’s no power behind them, nothing to push him away. it’s like you’re begging for him to see through you, and he does.

sunoo’s smile softens, but there’s something dangerous, something unsettling in the way his eyes flicker as he leans in just a little closer. “maybe not,” he says, voice barely above a whisper, so quiet you almost have to strain to hear him. “but i know enough to see that you’re falling apart. and i can help. you just have to stop pretending.”

his words slam into you, hitting harder than you expected. it’s like a punch to the gut, knocking the air out of your lungs because he’s right. you are breaking. you’re cracking at the seams, and no matter how hard you try to hold on, it’s slipping through your fingers.

but letting him in? letting go, surrendering that control—that’s fucking terrifying. it’s a risk you can’t afford to take.

“just… stop,” you whisper, voice barely holding together, cracking at the edges as you press your back against the cold tile, hoping the chill will somehow ground you, pull you back from the brink. “please, just stop.”

his eyes darken for a moment, flickering with something unreadable, but he doesn’t push further. instead, sunoo takes a step back, though his presence is still suffocating, lingering in the space between you, heavy and impossible to shake.

“alright,” he says, his voice softer now, almost gentle, but there’s an edge beneath it. “i’ll stop. but just remember, i’m here when you’re ready to stop pretending.”

his words hang in the air like a threat, and before you can respond, he turns, walking out of the bathroom without another glance.

the bathroom door clicks shut behind him.

the tension clings to you like a second skin, heavy and suffocating, long after you step out of the shower. it’s there, even as you sit on the edge of the bed, water dripping from your hair and soaking into your shoulders. and sunoo is with you too—towel in hand, his fingers too gentle as he dries your hair. too calm, too composed.

the storm isn’t over, and you both know it.

“i don’t think i can take much more of this,” you mutter, voice thick with exhaustion, each word a struggle to get out. your body feels like it’s been through a war, and the weight pressing down on you only makes it worse.

sunoo’s hands still for just a moment, his fingers grazing the back of your neck, lingering. “you don’t have to.” his voice is soft, almost too soft. there’s an unspoken offer there, hanging in the air between you. “we can help you.” and here he goes again, realizing sunoo is equally as relentless as his hyungs.

a bitter laugh escapes your lips, hollow, humorless. “help me? how?” you close your eyes, trying to block out the world, but the weight of everything is still pressing down. “if i give in, i lose everything. my dad will disown me, and i’ll never see any of you again.”

his hands resume their slow, deliberate motion, the towel brushing through your hair with a tenderness that makes something in your chest ache. but there’s a new tension in him now—something darker, coiled beneath the calm facade. “your dad’s not gonna find out,” he says quietly, his voice smooth but carrying an edge that sends a shiver down your spine. “not if we handle this right.”

“handle it?” you scoff, but the bitterness catches in your throat. “you think yuki’s just gonna roll over and buy whatever bullshit you feed him?”

sunoo’s fingers twitch, and for a split second, the mask slips. the towel goes slack in his hands before he regains control, his voice colder now, more dangerous. “i said, he won’t find out.” the certainty in his words is unsettling, like he’s already thought this through a thousand times.

“you can’t control everything, sunoo,” you say, sharper than you intended, but it’s the truth. no matter how smooth they act, they can’t keep everything from spiraling out of control.

his eyes flash, something dark flaring beneath the surface, and the calm, easygoing sunoo you’re used to fades. “you think we’re fucking amateurs?” he snaps, his voice hard, biting.

“you think we’ve been doing this without knowing the stakes? we’ve got this under control. you just need to trust us.”

his words hang in the air like a challenge, and your heart stutters in your chest. this side of him—it’s something you haven’t seen before, something raw, and it makes your skin prickle with a different kind of fear.

just how far are they willing to go?

“besides,” sunoo continues, his voice slipping back into that smooth, confident drawl, “we’ve made it this far without getting caught. what’s a little more risk?”

you stare at him, disbelief twisting in your gut. how can he be so damn calm about all this? doesn’t he realize your entire life is hanging by a thread?

“you’re fucking insane,” you whisper, but the conviction isn’t there. a weak protest.

sunoo’s expression softens, but there’s something dangerous lurking behind his eyes. he steps closer, his thumb brushing a stray droplet of water from your cheek with a touch that’s too gentle, too intimate. “maybe,” he admits, voice low. “but i’m telling you, you're the only one making it harder for yourself by fighting it.”

his words sink into you, and for a moment, you let yourself lean into the warmth of his presence. the weight on your shoulders feels like it might slip away, just for a second. “i don’t want to fight anymore,” you confess, voice barely above a whisper, your walls cracking for the first time. the exhaustion, the pressure—it’s all too much.

“then stop,” he murmurs, his breath hot against your ear, his lips so close that your skin tingles. “let go.”

the temptation is overwhelming, the promise of relief so close, but you can’t. not completely.

“and then what? become your plaything― let you guys fuck up my life for a few moments of… whatever the fuck this is?”

sunoo doesn’t flinch. he stays right where he is, his gaze locking onto yours, intense and unwavering, making your pulse spike.

“is that what you think?” he asks, voice barely more than a whisper, but it cuts through the air like a blade.

you hesitate.

is that what you really think? you’re not sure anymore. everything is so blurred, tangled up in want, need, fear.

“we’re not here to destroy your life, y/n,” sunoo says, his voice shifting into something serious, something that feels too real, too raw.

“we care about you. more than you know.”

his words hit like a punch to the gut, and for a second, you don’t know what to say. the weight of it all—the tension, the fear, the desire—is too much, pressing down on you from every angle.

you scoff, but it’s weak, barely a shadow of resistance left. the fight is draining out of you, “yeah, right. this is all just a game to you, isn’t it?”

sunoo doesn’t flinch. he moves closer, his eyes locked onto yours with an intensity that makes your heart stutter. “no,” he says, voice low, deliberate. “it’s not.”

the air between you thickens, heavy with tension, almost suffocating. every breath feels like it’s laced with something dangerous, something you can’t ignore. his words hang there, daring you to look deeper, to stop pretending you don’t feel what he feels, what they all feel.

“you smell it, don’t you?” sunoo’s voice drops, dark and coaxing, laced with something more primal. “you can smell just how much i want you. how much we all do.”

you can. it’s undeniable, thick and intoxicating, their combined scents wrapping around you, making your knees weak. your pulse races, the heat crawling up your neck, your body responding before your mind has a chance to stop it.

instinctively, you lean in, just a fraction, betraying the last shreds of control you’re desperately clinging to.

he knows it too. he can see it, feel it in the way you tremble slightly under his gaze, the way your scent reacts to his presence, how your body betrays you at every turn.

oh god, the things he'd do to you.

sunoo’s fingers brush along your neck, soft, teasing, sending a jolt of electricity through you. "it's obvious, you know," he murmurs, leaning in closer, his breath hot against your ear. "the way your scent changes when we’re close. it’s not just us who want this, y/n. it’s you."

your heart slams against your ribs, the words digging into you like hooks, pulling you deeper into the tangled mess of need and fear. he’s not wrong.

fuck, you wish he were wrong, but he’s not. your body’s been betraying you from the start, reacting to them, craving them in ways you’ve been too afraid to admit.

“you think we haven’t noticed despite your futile attempts to act like you don't want to be fucked by any of us?” he continues, his voice taking on a darker edge. “the way you tense up when we get close, but never push us away? the way your scent spikes every time one of us touches you? don’t lie to me. i can smell it on you right now."

his words hit like a punch, knocking the breath from your lungs. your heat’s not fully here yet, but god, it’s starting. you can feel it—the slow, burning ache building low in your belly, the way your thighs press together involuntarily, seeking friction, relief.

“your body knows what it wants,” sunoo whispers, his fingers trailing down your arm now, slow and deliberate, making every inch of skin he touches burn. “you can keep pretending all you want, but i know the truth. we all do. you want this just as much as we do.”

you open your mouth to protest, to say something, anything, but the words die in your throat. because he’s right. the heat pooling between your legs, the way your pulse is racing, the way your body instinctively leans toward his touch—it’s all betraying you. the scent of them, the pull of them, is dragging you under.

“fuck…” you breathe, the word slipping out before you can stop it, your control slipping by the second. your legs feel weak, the room spinning slightly as his hand presses lightly against the back of your neck, grounding you and pulling you deeper into the haze of your own need.

“that’s it,” sunoo murmurs, his lips brushing against your ear, sending a shiver down your spine. “stop fighting it. you think we can’t smell how wet you were everytime? you think we don’t know what you want? how you want to be fucked so good.”

you bite your lip, trying to hold back the whimper that threatens to escape, but it’s useless.

“you don’t have to say anything,” sunoo whispers, his hand slipping lower, fingers ghosting over your hip. “your body’s already telling us everything we need to know.”

you feel dizzy, the room spinning, making it impossible to think straight.

“this isn’t just about us,” sunoo continues, his voice soft but insistent, pulling you deeper into the trap. “we want you, yeah. but why? why deny yourself what you really want?”

his words swirl around you, wrapping tighter and tighter until they’re suffocating. your body is screaming for it, for them, and the rational part of your mind is slipping further away with each passing second.

“poor thing,” he murmurs, his voice dark, soothing, coaxing. “just let go, y/n. we’ll give you everything you need.”

yes. give it to me. it’s so tempting. god, it’s tempting to just let go, to let them have you, to surrender to the pull that’s been gnawing at you from the start.

but you’re still clinging, desperately, to the last threads of control. sunoo noticed your nervous, slightly panicked gaze, and the tension in his expression softened. the stern intensity in his eyes faded, replaced by a resigned smile, as if he realized he might’ve pushed you too hard. his shoulders relaxed, and he let out a small sigh, the edges of his lips curling up in a way that felt more understanding, almost apologetic but in all honesty, he was really just fucking disappointed. he had to pull back for now.

“sorry, that must've been too much, i got carried away,” he murmurs, his breath warm against your skin. “at the end of the day, we just want you to be safe, to be happy. this fight or whatever you’re holding onto—it’s not worth breaking yourself over.”

his voice, soft and soothing, slips into your mind like a lullaby, wrapping around your thoughts, each word sinking deeper.

it’s almost fucking hypnotic, the way he speaks—gentle, reasonable, like he’s laying out the only option that makes any sense. and for a second, just a second, you almost believe it.

you feel your resolve crack, just a little, enough for the weight of everything to push through, for the idea of giving in to feel less like defeat.

“you don’t have to keep pretending,” sunoo says, his fingers tracing along your jaw, his eyes dark with intent. “we’re here. just trust us.”

the softness in his voice, the way he makes it sound like this is all so simple—like you already belong to them—starts to fuck with your head. makes something inside you shift.

the urge to push him away flickers for a moment, but it’s dimming fast, smothered by the intensity of his gaze, the heat of his touch. and you feel yourself slipping. fuck.

deep down, there’s still that stubborn voice in your head, warning you this is a trap, screaming at you to pull away. but your body—your tired, worn-down body—is barely holding on.

it’s like that voice is getting fainter, buried under the exhaustion that’s pressing down on you from every angle.

“sunoo, i…” your voice cracks, vulnerable in a way you fucking hate, exposing a weakness you’ve kept hidden for too long. “fuck, i don’t know if i can just—give in like this. it feels… wrong.”

he doesn’t push like you expect. his touch stays light, almost like he’s giving you a way out, but those eyes—those dark, all-consuming eyes—aren’t letting go.

“i get it,” he murmurs, his voice way too soft for the shit he’s saying. “it’s hard, i know. so let us help. let me help. it’s not about losing control—it’s about finding relief.”

relief. that word slams into you, hard. it digs deep into the part of you that’s been screaming for some kind of fucking break.

when’s the last time you felt anything close to relief? it’s been so long, buried under the weight of expectations, of rules you never asked for. all you’ve known lately is pressure—chaos. one fucking disaster after another, your life unraveling more with every second.

and this heat inside you? it’s unbearable, like you’re burning alive, barely managing to hold it together. but even worse, you can’t act on it. you’re shackled by your father’s rules, his control over every inch of your life, making sure you don’t cross the line, don’t let yourself slip. the way he’s bound you to his standards—it’s suffocating. you can’t move without feeling those invisible chains around you, dragging you down.

you squeeze your eyes shut, trying to keep from slipping completely, trying to find something—anything—to hold onto. but it’s pointless. the weight of everything is crushing you, and no matter how hard you fight, the cracks are showing.

when you open your eyes, sunoo’s right there, closer than before. too close. it’s like he’s just waiting for you to snap, for you to finally give up, to let him in.

his expression isn’t just soft anymore—it’s fucking needy. desperate, almost. like he’s been waiting for this moment, for you to break and give him the green light to take what he’s wanted all along. and that look—like he’s just waiting for you to let go—it sends a chill down your spine.

and it scares the shit out of you.

“what if this makes everything worse?” your voice trembles, the words barely holding together. “what if giving in just means more fucking problems? i can’t—i can’t afford to fuck this up. getting fired scares me more than all this other bullshit.”

the fear grips you, crawling up your spine, trying to choke out the temptation to give in. but sunoo’s still there, steady, relentless, wrapping around you like a vice, like he’s not letting go until you do.

his fingers brush your cheek, light as a feather but electric, sparking something deep inside you. his thumb drags slowly along your jaw, deliberate, like he knows exactly what the fuck he’s doing. “we can make it work,” he says, voice low and sure, like he’s stating a fact. “we always do. you won’t get caught. not if you trust us.” he leans in, lips grazing your ear, his breath sending shivers down your spine. “we’re too fucking good at this.”

and that—that right there—hits you like a jolt. because he’s right, isn’t he? if anyone can pull off something this insane, it’s them. it’s him.

you swallow hard, feeling your resolve slip even more, exhaustion dragging you down. sunoo’s offer is too tempting, too easy to fall into. “okay,” you whisper, barely audible, the fight draining out of you. “i’ll… i’ll try.”

sunoo’s smile is instant, warm and soft, but there’s something almost triumphant in it, like he knew you’d break all along. “that’s all i ask,” he murmurs, pulling you into his arms, and fuck, it feels too good. his warmth, his scent—it’s suffocating, but at the same time, it feels safe, like maybe you don’t have to keep fighting.

he pulls back just enough, his hands resting on your shoulders, fingers twitching like he’s holding back, like he’s dying to touch more. and you can feel it—the hunger in his eyes, the restraint burning through him.

and for a second, you wonder what it would feel like if he didn’t hold back.

“get some rest,” he says, his voice still soft, but there’s a darkness in his gaze now, something possessive, like he’s already claimed a part of you. “don’t think about anything else. we’ll deal with the messy shit later. for now, think of this as a break from the storm.”

you let out a shaky laugh, trying to hold onto your sarcasm, but it wavers. “a break from the storm? more like a fucking vacation from reality, complete with overbearing alphas and existential dread.”

sunoo laughs, low and rich, the sound rolling over you like velvet, and god, it does something to you—something you’re not ready to deal with.

“well,” he grins, eyes glinting with mischief, “if your idea of a vacation involves a full-blown emotional breakdown, then yeah, sounds about right. but hey, at least you’re not alone.”

“yay, misery loves company,” you snort, but despite the heaviness, a small smile pulls at your lips. somehow, even with all the chaos, sunoo has a way of making everything feel just a little bit lighter.

he stands, stretching casually, but there’s something deliberate in the way he steps back, his gaze lingering on you a little too long. “exactly,” he says, grinning that wicked, troublemaking grin of his. “now try to enjoy your totally normal, not-at-all-fucked evening. and remember—if the shitstorm gets too much,” he winks, the tease dripping with something darker, something dangerous, “i’m just a call away.”

and you know, deep down, he’s not talking about a distraction. he’s talking about something far more dangerous.

“you’re such a pain in the ass, sunoo,” you mutter, but the smile tugging at your lips gives you away.

he pauses at the door, throwing a mischievous look over his shoulder. “and you love me for it.”

you roll your eyes, the usual mix of frustration and something else—something warmer—bubbling up. “yeah, yeah. just don’t get any bright ideas while you’re out there.”

“no promises,” he shoots back with a wink, that troublemaking grin still in place, before slipping out the door, leaving you in the quiet he’s so good at shattering.

as the door clicks shut, the warmth of his touch lingers, burning against your skin, a reminder that you’re in way too deep. fucking hell.

sunoo’s whole act about being sent in by his hyungs? pure fucking genius. he played it effortlessly, flashing that disarming smile, making it seem like he was doing you a favor. but you weren’t an idiot—you could see through the act, at least part of it.

sure, maybe part of him wanted to give you a breather from the chaos, but let’s be real—sunoo was playing the game, just like the rest of them. eager to watch you crack, to see you fall apart under the weight of their collective want.

when he strides back into the living room, there’s a pep to his step, like he’s just nailed the final shot in a game that only he was playing. his expression is smug, a little too pleased with himself.

they’re all scattered across the couch, tense and impatient, eyes snapping to him as soon as the door clicks shut. jay’s barely holding it together, his leg bouncing like he’s ready to explode. he’s the first to speak.

“you took your sweet fucking time,” jay growls, words dripping with irritation. “what the hell were you doing in there?”

sunoo just shrugs, dropping onto the arm of the couch, radiating indifference. “oh, you know... just working my magic.”

heeseung raises an eyebrow, his eyes narrowing as he takes in sunoo’s smugness. “your magic better fucking work, sunoo,” he says, voice low, laced with threat. “or we’re all screwed.”

the tension in the room is palpable, each of them hanging on the edge, waiting for things to either tip in their favor—or go up in flames. sunoo, though, is as calm as ever, smiling like he’s already won.

his smirk deepens, eyes glinting with that familiar mischief. “relax, hyung. it’s all under control,” he drawls, deliberately slow, like he’s savoring every word. “yeah, i helped her take a shower. she could’ve collapsed if i wasn’t there.”

the reaction is immediate.

“are you fucking serious?!” jake snaps, his eyes wide, disbelief written all over his face. “you helped her shower, and that’s it? no—” he leans forward, sniffing the air like a fucking animal, brows furrowing when he finds nothing. “no sex? no funny business?”

“so, what—you had her like that and just walked away?” niki cuts in, glaring at sunoo with clear envy.

sunoo just shrugs again, clearly loving the attention. “not exactly,” he says, his grin widening. “but i saw a little more than any of you have.”

sunghoon, who’s been mostly quiet, finally speaks, his tone dry and biting. “so what you’re saying is, you took the scenic route straight to blue balls?”

sunoo throws his head back and laughs. “yeah, something like that. but trust me, it was worth it.”

jake looks like he’s about to punch a wall. “you’re an idiot, man.”

sunoo shoots him a look. “oh, please. like any of you have been doing better? heeseung literally cornered her when she was trying to get away, jay tried to intimidate her like wasn't already being suffocated enough, and jake—what was it you did again? oh yeah, you practically hunted her down on her first day, no wonder she’s all jumpy around you.”

jay’s eyes narrow, and he looks like he’s about to snap, but jungwon steps in, arms crossed, his expression sharp. “can we focus for a second? y/n’s not gonna break if we stop treating her like some fragile little doll. what we need is finesse, not this brute-force bullshit.”

sunoo leans back, eyeing them with suspicion. “so, what exactly did you guys tell yuki and hyunjin?”

jay, lounging on the couch like he’s got it all figured out, barely glances at him before grinning. “relax, sunoo. we handled it. nothing to worry about.”

“how?” sunoo presses, arms crossed tight. “because last time i checked, they were on their way here before you guys decided to use me as a fucking scapegoat.”

jungwon cuts in with that cocky smirk of his, the one that always pisses everyone off. “we stuck to the plan. told them you and y/n went out for coffee. jay came up with it.” he jerks a thumb toward jay, who’s sitting there like he just won a fucking medal.

“yeah,” jake chimes in, leaning back, looking satisfied. “yuki was getting nosy about why you hadn’t answered your phone, since your dumb ass left it here. thank god it was on silent.”

sunoo pinches the bridge of his nose, barely holding back his frustration. “and they bought that? yuki’s not exactly easy to fool.”

sunghoon finally speaks up, his voice tight with barely concealed frustration. “well, it wasn’t exactly smooth sailing.”

earlier...

"they're almost here! what the fuck do we do?" jake’s voice is tight, panic flashing in his eyes as they dart around the room, desperate for a plan that’s nowhere to be found.

"we can’t let them find out sunoo’s with her," jungwon mutters, pacing back and forth like a caged animal, frustration and fear twisting together. "that’ll blow the whole fucking thing up."

heeseung stands by the window, jaw clenched tight, swearing under his breath. “okay, okay. let’s just keep our heads—fuck. they’re here."

the room erupts into chaos. everyone’s talking over each other, scrambling for a solution before hyunjin and yuki knock on the door. tension tightens like a noose around them, every second ticking closer to disaster.

"just act normal," jay snaps, throwing up his hands, frustration clear in his voice. “how hard can it be?"

"normal?" niki lets out a laugh, disbelief dripping from his tone. "you seriously think we can pull off normal? have you met us? we’re anything but fucking normal."

before anyone can argue further, a knock echoes through the room—soft but insistent, like a bomb about to go off. jungwon lets out a long, resigned breath, his face set in stone.

"alright, we’re doing this," he mutters, running a hand through his hair. "just follow my lead. and for fuck’s sake, don’t be weird."

jungwon strides to the door, pulling it open to reveal yuki and hyunjin, both looking way too cheerful for comfort. especially hyunjin, whose eyes immediately dart past jungwon, scanning the room like he's already suspicious.

"where’s y/n?" hyunjin asks, trying to sound casual, but the way his eyes move, sharp and hunting, gives him away.

jungwon forces a smile, stepping aside to let them in. "oh, she’s out with sunoo. they went to grab some coffee."

hyunjin’s face falters, disappointment hitting him hard like a punch to the gut. "sunoo?" he repeats, disbelief creeping into his voice. "really?"

yuki narrows his eyes, crossing his arms as he surveys the room. "out for coffee? seriously? she’s about to go into heat. it’s risky for her to be out right now, don’t you think?"

jay steps in, voice smooth but with an edge of forced calm, leaning against the wall like he’s got everything under control. "nothing weird about it. they’ve been getting closer lately. plus, sunoo’s pheromones don’t really mess with her. she feels comfortable around him."

the lie hangs in the air, thick and heavy, as they all wait for yuki’s next move. the tension coils tighter with each second.

yuki narrows his gaze, suspicion flickering behind his calm expression. "what café did they go to?"

jake freezes, visibly short-circuiting, scrambling for an answer. “uh… the one with the fancy latte art? down the street?”

yuki raises an eyebrow, unimpressed. "fancy latte art?"

heeseung steps in, quick to save the moment, his voice as smooth as ever. "yeah, you know, the one with the minimalist decor. y/n’s really into that kind of vibe."

hyunjin, still looking crushed but trying to play it cool, asks, “and when are they supposed to come back?"

"soon," sunghoon blurts, shooting a quick, warning glance at jay, daring him to fuck up the story any further. "they just wanted to get some fresh air. y/n needed a break, and sunoo figured a café would help."

"because she’s been stressed," niki adds, nodding along, trying to sound casual but clearly forcing it. "with everything going on, we’re probably suffocating her—our scents and all."

hyunjin looks torn between disappointment and confusion, but there's a part of him that wants to believe the lie, to cling to it. yuki, though, isn’t buying it. he’s still eyeing them all, gaze sharp like he's just waiting for someone to slip up.

"and you’re absolutely sure that’s all that’s happening?" yuki asks, his voice cutting through the tension, laced with suspicion.

before anyone else can respond, hyunjin jumps in, eager to brush it off. “yuki, come on,” he says, trying to keep his voice light, but his optimism is painfully naive. "we’re meeting her tomorrow anyway. maybe she just needed to clear her head before then."

the moment hyunjin speaks, a flicker of amusement passes through the room, nearly impossible to hide. jungwon bites the inside of his cheek to keep from smirking, while jake’s eyes dart away, barely holding back a snicker. it’s almost ridiculous how easily hyunjin buys the bullshit, how naive he is compared to the sharp-eyed yuki standing next to him. if hyunjin knew even half of what was really going on, he’d be losing his shit right about now.

the tension in the room thickens, but there’s a subtle, mocking undertone—like they’re all in on a joke hyunjin will never understand.

heeseung, desperate to close the deal, lets out a laugh, but it’s stiff, forced. "what, you think we’d lie to you? come on, yuki. you know us better than that. if something was up, we’d be the first to tell you."

yuki lingers for a moment, eyes sharp and calculating, but finally sighs, clearly not fully convinced but letting it go—for now. "fine. but if anything does come up, we better be the first to know. no bullshit."

"of course," jay jumps in, nodding way too eagerly. "you’ll be the first to know, no question."

an uncomfortable silence stretches out, the tension thick and heavy in the air. finally, hyunjin and yuki take the hint, heading for the door, their skepticism still hanging in the room like smoke.

as soon as the door clicks shut behind them, everyone lets out a collective breath they didn’t even realize they’d been holding.

and then the snickers start. jay is the first to crack, a low, mocking laugh escaping him as he runs a hand through his hair. "can you believe how fucking dumb hyunjin is?" he mutters, shaking his head. “he just ate that shit up.”

“yeah, i almost lost it when he asked where they went,” jake snickers, his shoulders shaking as the laughter spills out. “what a fucking idiot.”

jungwon finally lets out the laugh he’s been holding in, leaning back against the wall with a grin. "if yuki wasn’t there, hyunjin would’ve believed anything we said. he’s so fucking gullible."

"well," sunghoon mutters, still shaky with relief, "that was way too fucking close."

back to present…

sunoo groaned, rubbing his temples, his frustration bubbling up as he scanned the room. the others sat around like they’d just pulled off the biggest con of their lives, but to him, it felt more like a ticking time bomb.

“so, let me get this straight,” he muttered, pacing the room like a fucking caged animal. “your genius plan was to tell them we went to a cafe for fancy latte art? that’s the best bullshit you could come up with?”

jay, ever the smug bastard, leaned back with a cocky grin. “worked, didn’t it?”

sunoo froze mid-step, his glare sharp enough to cut through steel. “barely. they’re not stupid. they probably think we’re full of shit and are already plotting how to catch us in that lie.”

jungwon, lounging like he had everything under control, rolled his eyes. “we bought ourselves time, didn’t we? that’s what matters. now we just need to figure out the next move.”

“right,” sunoo muttered, rubbing his temples harder, like that was the only thing keeping him from snapping. “because nothing screams ‘we’re totally fucked’ like scrambling to keep up with a shitty-ass lie.”

jay leaned forward, voice dripping with sarcasm. “well, if you’d just gotten her to break already, we wouldn’t be in this mess.”

sunoo’s eyes darkened, his voice dropping to an icy whisper. “i’m working on it. unlike you, i don’t think bullying her into submission is the way to go.”

“we’re not bullying her,” jake protested, though the uncertainty in his voice betrayed him.

sunoo let out a sharp, humorless laugh, shaking his head. “whatever helps you sleep at night, man. let’s just focus on making sure hyunjin and yuki don’t catch wind of what’s really happening. i’m not cleaning up that kind of shitstorm.”

heeseung, the one who always knew how to command attention, cut through the rising tension like a blade. “back to the real issue, because clearly, we’re getting sidetracked—again.” his tone was sharp, instantly dragging everyone’s focus back to him.

“you saw her naked?” heeseung continued, a wicked grin creeping across his face. “gotta say, i’m actually impressed.”

niki, who’d been stewing in the corner, glared at sunoo, his jealousy dripping from every word. “why the fuck do you get to have all the fun?”

sunoo smirked, that teasing glint flashing in his eyes. “oh, please. you all had your chances. i just happen to be better at it—like always.”

jay, already on edge, couldn’t hold back anymore. “better at what exactly, sunoo? because from where i’m sitting, all you did was walk away when she was practically begging for something. we’re supposed to be winning her over, not playing her fucking therapist.”

sunoo’s smirk vanished, his face hardening. “you think i don’t know that? if we push too hard, she’ll snap. she’s exhausted, confused. i gave her space, but the way she reacted... it’s obvious she’s feeling the pressure. she’s close, but not ready yet.”

“pressure?” jay mutters, frustration leaking into his voice as he leans back, arms crossed tight, jaw clenched like he’s seconds from snapping. there’s something else in his eyes, though—anticipation, hunger. “if she’s that close, why the fuck aren’t we finishing this? why drag it out?”

sunoo leans back, crossing one leg over the other, a smug smile plastered across his face, like he’s already won. “because rushing it will blow everything up. you want her to break because she’s scared? or do you want her to choose us?” he leans forward, grin widening, confident as ever. “besides, she’s already considering it. you could feel it in her body, see it in her eyes.”

jungwon listens in silence, brows furrowed, lips pressed tight. he’s always calm—collected—but that calm’s slipping, fraying at the edges. your scent is gnawing at him, eating away at his control, making it harder to think straight, harder to hold back. he fucking hates how close he is to losing it, how much he’s already teetering on the edge of snapping.

niki, sprawled on the couch like he’s been drained, lets out a slow breath, frustration creeping into his words. “so what’s the next move, genius? we just gonna keep playing this fucked-up game of tug-of-war?”

“not tug-of-war, niki,” sunoo says, his smile unshaken, eyes gleaming with that familiar glint. “chess. we wait, we plan, and when the time’s right…” he mimics knocking a pawn off the board, a dark chuckle slipping past his lips. “checkmate.”

“checkmate, my ass,” jake scoffs, arms sprawled lazily over the back of the couch, tone dripping with arrogance. “this isn’t chess. it’s about who she’s gonna fall for first. and let’s be real, i’ve already made my mark.”

“an impression?” sunghoon cuts in, voice low, biting, eyes narrowing on jake. “that little stunt you pulled on her first day? you almost got us all fucking fired. you’re lucky she didn’t report you.”

jake’s smirk only deepens, completely unfazed. “yeah, but she didn’t, did she? that means something.” his grin turns wicked. “you’re just pissed because i got a taste of her sweet pussy first.”

jungwon’s patience finally snaps, his voice cold as he bites back. “or maybe she’s just smart enough not to lose her job over your dumb ass.” the sharp edge in his tone betrays the frustration boiling underneath. being reminded that jake got to you first? it gnawed at him, clawed at him. because you wanted him first—he knew it.

“this isn’t about who got there first,” jungwon continues, forcing his voice to steady. “it’s about keeping her. sunoo’s right—we can’t rush her.”

sunoo nods, his smug grin growing as he surveys the room, knowing he’s the only one actually playing the long game. “exactly. the trick is making her feel like she’s in control, like she’s choosing us.”

the room falls into a tense silence, the weight of their collective need thick in the air. they all wanted you—craved you—but none of them could afford to fuck it up now. one wrong move, and it could all crash down.

“fine,” jay finally mutters, rubbing a hand over his face, voice tight with barely-contained frustration. “but we need to be fucking careful. if yuki or hyunjin get even a whiff of something off, we’re done. i’m not about to lose everything because we got sloppy.”

sunghoon leans forward, gaze cold, calculating, every word he speaks sinking into the room like a heavy weight. “then we play it smart. no more reckless shit. we make her think it’s her idea. we pull back just enough, make her want it, make her need us.”

the tension thickens, every alpha in the room teetering on the edge of their own control, knowing exactly what’s at stake. they craved you, obsessed over you, but none of them wanted to be the one to fuck it all up.

sunghoon’s eyes darken, a slow smirk curling on his lips as his voice drops, low and dangerous. “when she comes to us… we make sure she knows exactly where she belongs. and who she belongs to.”

struggling to fall asleep, sunoo’s words echoed in your mind as you lay on your back, staring blankly at the ceiling. despite the calm he’d brought earlier, your body was still wired, every nerve alive with tension. the way his fingers had brushed against your skin in the shower, his breath warm and way too close to your neck—it left you restless, craving something you didn’t want to admit.

but it wasn’t just sunoo.

it was all of them.

you groaned, rolling onto your side, trying to shake off the flood of memories. jake’s hands, bold and insistent on your thighs. heeseung’s low, dangerous growl when he cornered you in the hallway. the hunger in their eyes, raw and unhidden. it was like you were constantly drowning, fighting just to keep your head above water, to resist the pull they all had on you.

and yet… part of you didn’t want to resist.

you hated that part.

the part of you that craved their attention, that wanted to give in to the temptation simmering beneath the surface. but the fear—the fear of losing yourself in all of this, of losing your job, of being swallowed whole by their obsession—it kept you grounded. just barely.

a soft knock on the door jolted you from your thoughts, your pulse spiking instantly. you sat up, heart pounding in your chest. “who is it?”

“it’s heeseung.”

your breath caught, tightening in your throat. of course it was heeseung.

out of all of them, he was the hardest to read, the hardest to predict. his quiet intensity, the way those dark, unreadable eyes followed your every move—it unnerved you. made you feel like prey, caught in the gaze of a predator.

“can i come in?” his voice, smooth as silk, too smooth.

you hesitated, a war raging inside you. “i… i was just about to sleep.”

a long pause.

then, “i won’t stay long. just wanted to check on you.”

despite every ounce of better judgment screaming at you, you found yourself moving, crossing the room, drawn in by something you couldn’t explain. when you opened the door, there was heeseung, leaning against the doorframe, his eyes locked on yours with an intensity that made your stomach twist. the alpha energy rolling off him was suffocating, thick and consuming, like it was sinking into your skin.

“you okay?” he asked, his voice soft, but there was an undercurrent—something darker, something that sent a shiver down your spine.

you nodded, but no words came. his gaze was too much, too intense, like he was peeling back every layer you’d built up, seeing through the mask you were desperately trying to hold in place. it felt like he was inside your head, reading the mess of emotions you couldn’t even begin to untangle.

“look, about earlier…” he started, his hand rubbing the back of his neck, the gesture almost casual—almost. “i know things got… a little out of hand.”

a little? you nearly scoffed, biting down hard on the urge, forcing yourself to stay composed. instead, you gave him a tight, barely-there smile. “yeah, you could say that.”

his expression flickered, a brief moment of guilt flashing across his face before something darker crept in, replacing it. “we’re wired differently, you know? sometimes it’s hard to control.”

your heart pounded in your chest, the tension between you crackling like live wire. the air thickened, your breathing growing more shallow. “i get that, but you can’t—”

heeseung stepped closer, cutting you off with just the weight of his presence, his eyes darkening with something raw, something dangerous. his voice dropped lower, a murmur that felt like a threat and a promise all at once.

“i don’t want to control it. not when it comes to you.”

your breath hitched, the heat radiating off heeseung making your skin prickle with anticipation. his gaze pinned you in place, trapping you like prey caught in the headlights of a speeding truck.

“heeseung…” you tried to summon some resistance, but the words came out broken, trembling. “this… this isn’t—”

he tilted his head, a slow, predatory smile curling his lips. “isn’t what? right?” his voice was a low, dangerous drawl. “because from where I’m standing, it feels pretty damn right.”

his hand moved, grazing your arm, and the touch set off a trail of fire that burned its way into your skin. “you feel it too, don’t you?” his voice dipped lower, almost a growl. “this pull between us. you can’t fucking ignore it.”

your heart slammed against your ribs, the rational part of your mind screaming for you to step back, to get away from him. he looked at you like he wanted to devour you whole, and yet... every fiber of your being was drawn to him, to the dangerous promise lurking behind those dark eyes.

but you couldn’t move. the part of you that craved this—the danger, the thrill, the twisted need—had you frozen in place, waiting.

“just say the word,” heeseung whispered, his breath brushing against your neck, his proximity intoxicating, your pulse racing beneath his touch.

“and i’ll make sure you never have to fight this again.”

your lips parted, the words teetering on the edge of your tongue, your body trembling with the weight of the decision, but before you could speak, a sudden creak from across the hall snapped you back to reality.

you jerked away from heeseung, your heart slamming in your chest, blood roaring in your ears.

sunghoon stood in the doorway, arms crossed, his expression cool and unreadable, but the tension in the air shifted instantly. he looked annoyingly perfect in his white shirt and plaid pajamas, but the icy stare in his eyes made it clear he hadn’t missed a thing.

"am i interrupting something?" he asked, his tone casual, but the weight behind his words was anything but.

heeseung’s jaw tightened, his dark gaze flicking to sunghoon, annoyance flashing briefly across his face before he quickly masked it. the tension in the air between them was palpable, thick and charged, like a fuse waiting to ignite.

"nothing you need to worry about," heeseung muttered, his voice low and dripping with frustration. but he didn’t move, didn’t back down. his presence still loomed over you, his heat still clinging to your skin.

sunghoon, though, wasn’t having it. he pushed off the doorway, stepping into the room with that lazy, predatory grace of his, his eyes never leaving you. “doesn’t look like nothing from where I’m standing.”

heeseung’s eyes narrowed, the air growing heavier, a silent challenge between the two of them. you could feel the crackling energy, the sheer force of their alpha presence pressing in on you from both sides. your pulse quickened, the adrenaline coursing through your veins making it hard to think, hard to breathe.

“is that right?” heeseung’s voice was calm, but there was a sharp edge to it, a clear warning. “you stepping in now, sunghoon? seems like a bad time.”

sunghoon’s smirk was slow, deliberate, as he took another step closer. “i’m just making sure she’s good. you looked like you were about to… eat her alive.”

your heart pounded in your chest, your eyes darting between the two of them, caught between the intensity of their rivalry and the heat of their gaze. every fiber of your being screamed at you to do something—anything—to break the tension.

but sunghoon, his eyes finally shifting to you, softened ever so slightly, his voice losing its edge as he spoke directly to you. “you okay?”

you hesitated, your body still buzzing with the leftover energy from heeseung’s touch, the weight of the decision hanging over you. “i’m fine,” you managed to say, though your voice was shaky, betraying the storm raging inside you.

heeseung’s frustration simmered just beneath the surface, his body tense as he stared sunghoon down. the air in the room was thick, crackling with an intensity that made it hard to breathe. you could feel the weight of both of their stares, the unspoken competition, and it was suffocating.

“i was handling it,” heeseung said, his voice dangerously calm, but the barely-restrained anger was there. “you don’t need to step in.”

sunghoon didn’t flinch, his smirk widening as if he thrived on heeseung’s irritation. “looks like she wasn’t too comfortable with how you were ‘handling it,’ hyung.”

you watched as heeseung’s fists clenched at his sides, the quiet threat in his posture unmistakable. but sunghoon didn’t back down; he stepped even closer, his eyes never leaving yours, his presence cutting through the tension like a blade.

“let me take care of her,” sunghoon said, his voice smoother now, softer, but still laced with that undeniable alpha dominance. “she doesn’t need to be overwhelmed right now.”

you swallowed hard, trying to steady your breath, but the energy between them was thick and suffocating, making it impossible to think straight. you felt the urge to back away, to put distance between you and the storm brewing between these two.

but sunghoon stepped closer, his hand brushing lightly against your arm, his touch a stark contrast to the suffocating weight of heeseung’s presence. it was gentle, but it sent a shiver down your spine, grounding you in the moment.

“you okay?” sunghoon asked again, his voice low, only for you.

heeseung’s jaw twitched, his anger barely restrained as he watched sunghoon touch you, that dark, dangerous energy swirling around him. “you think you can do better?” heeseung growled, his eyes narrowing at sunghoon.

“not about doing better,” sunghoon said, his tone even, though the challenge was clear. “it’s about making sure she’s not forced into something she’s not ready for.”

heeseung took a slow step back, his eyes never leaving you, the frustration still simmering in his gaze.

you felt your pulse quicken, your heart pounding in your chest as heeseung finally turned and left, the door clicking shut behind him. the tension in the room didn’t lessen; if anything, it shifted, taking on a new, quieter edge now that sunghoon was alone with you.

sunghoon let out a low sigh, his body relaxing as he turned to face you fully, his gaze softening. “sorry about that,” he murmured, his voice gentle. “heeseung’s... intense. but you already know that.”

you nodded, your body still trembling slightly from the adrenaline, the rush of everything that had just happened. you were grateful for sunghoon’s calm presence, for the way his touch had grounded you, but there was something else—something you didn’t want to admit even to yourself—that kept your heart racing.

“thanks,” you whispered, barely able to meet his eyes. “for stepping in.”

sunghoon’s lips curled into a faint smile, his fingers brushing lightly along your arm, a soft, reassuring touch that still sent shivers down your spine. “anytime,” he murmured, voice low and soothing, though there was an edge to it. “you know you can always count on me, right?”

he stepped closer, his body heat radiating off him, his alpha scent wrapping around you, tugging at something deep inside. your breath hitched, your body responding to the warmth of his presence, the unspoken promise lingering in his eyes.

but then, his gaze shifted, subtly scanning your room. it wasn’t just casual curiosity—it was deliberate.

sunghoon wasn’t one to let things slide without confirmation, and right now, he was making sure none of the other guys had gotten to you first. call him paranoid, but sunghoon always needed to know for sure. trust didn’t come easy, especially when it came to you.

his eyes darted to every corner, searching for any trace, any scent that wasn’t his. and even though it was barely noticeable, you caught the tension in his movements. he was looking for something—someone.

you blinked, slightly confused by his actions, but his expression remained calm, controlled, though you sensed the weight behind it. your voice trembled when you finally managed to speak, “yeah…”

sunghoon lingered, his eyes locking onto yours, searching, as if trying to read the truth beneath your words. it unnerved you, how he could make you feel so exposed without saying a thing. it was like he already knew you were holding something back, but he didn’t push. not yet.

instead, he gave a small nod, stepping back out of your room, though his eyes flickered one last time, a final sweep of the room, making sure no one had been here before him. “get some rest,” he said, his voice carrying an unspoken command.

as he left, his bedroom door clicked shut with finality, and you swore you saw a dangerous smirk briefly cross his lips. he was always watching, always calculating.

and now, with the tension still thick in the air, you realized sunghoon wasn’t just protecting you—he was protecting his claim.

alone again, your heart pounded in your chest, the weight of everything pressing down on you like a vice. the room felt stifling, your thoughts spinning out of control.

“fuck,” you whispered, wiping the sweat from your brow. this wasn’t over.

not even close.

you knew it—this was only going to get harder.

and it did.

fuck, did your heat hit you hard.

the next day, your heat tore through you like a freight train, completely blindsiding you, leaving you wrecked and utterly overwhelmed. it crashed into you like a storm you weren’t even close to prepared for, your body betraying you, every nerve lit on fire, burning you alive from the inside out. alpha, it hurts.

you were stuck in bed, tangled in sweat-soaked sheets that clung to your overheated skin. every breath came in short, ragged gasps, your body burning up with no way to cool down, and nothing—nothing—could ease the relentless ache twisting inside you. your muscles twitched uncontrollably, every little movement just stoking the flames higher, hotter.

"fuck... fuck this," you groaned, your voice hoarse, barely audible as you writhed against the sheets, desperate for any kind of relief. but swearing did nothing. it didn’t stop the molten pressure pulsing deep in your core or the slick, unbearable heat pooling between your thighs.

you needed more. so much more than this. mate. you need an alpha.

your trembling hands were useless, no match for the fire consuming you. your fingers shook, clumsy, slow, too ineffective against the relentless need clawing at you from the inside. you dragged them across your skin, trying to find any relief, but it was pointless.

it wasn’t enough. nothing was enough.

the frustration built with every failed attempt, your body screaming for something more, for something that could actually tame the beast roaring inside you, but nothing—not even your own touch—came close.

and the worst part? you knew exactly who could help.

but you also knew they were the last people you should call.

something was wrong.

normally, they’d wake up to the soft hum of you moving around the kitchen, the warm smell of breakfast filling the house—your scent wrapping around them, grounding them.

but today, there was nothing. just this eerie silence, like the calm before a fucking disaster. your scent was barely there, a faint trace that did nothing to calm the alarms going off in their heads.

jay was the first to stir, groaning as he stretched out on the couch, his body aching from a restless night. his tank top clung to his sweat-damp skin, loose gym shorts riding up as he shifted. he ran a hand through his messy hair, sighing.

another night of dreaming about you. fuck, he always did.

ever since you’d walked into their lives, you were all he could think about—your scent, your voice, the way your body responded when they got too close. it gnawed at him, a constant, unshakable hunger that he couldn’t fucking ignore.

"shit," jay muttered, rubbing his eyes, glancing at the clock. way too fucking early for this.

he dragged himself up, his stomach already growling, half expecting to walk into the kitchen and see you there—probably in one of those tiny shirts that always seemed to ride up, teasing them without you even realizing it.

but as soon as he stepped into the living room, the unease hit him like a punch to the gut. there was no sign of you. no smell of food, no soft humming, no warmth. nothing. it was too quiet. way too fucking quiet.

the door to niki’s room creaked open, and the youngest alpha stumbled out, looking like a wreck. he dragged his long legs across the floor, still half-asleep, his hair sticking up in every direction. he towered over jay, but right now, he looked more like a zombie than the cocky little shit he usually was.

“where’s y/n? i’m starving,” niki grumbled, his voice thick with sleep as he grabbed a box of banana milk from the fridge and flopped onto the couch, his legs dangling over the side. without even thinking, he grabbed the controller, turning on the tv and letting the sound of the video game fill the room.

but jay wasn’t paying attention to any of that. his gut was twisted up, something wasn’t sitting right with him. his eyes scanned the room—everything felt wrong. the kitchen was untouched, your shoes were still by the door. it was like you’d disappeared, leaving no trace behind.

"she didn’t leave," jay muttered, more to himself than to niki. “her shoes are still here.”

niki glanced over, but the kid was too tired to give a shit, barely acknowledging the tension in jay’s voice. mornings weren’t niki’s thing. he was like heeseung—damn near impossible to wake before noon unless you dragged him out of bed yourself.

and truth be told, niki loved when you did that. he thrived off the way you’d come into his room, yanking the blankets off, smacking him with pillows, trying anything to get him up. the frustration in your voice, the playful swats—it was all part of the game for him.

yeah, niki had his own fucking fantasies about you.

he might’ve been younger, but he wasn’t stupid. he knew exactly what he wanted. sure, he respected the hierarchy, knew the older alphas would make their moves first, but deep down, niki knew—one day, you’d be his too. he could wait. when the time came, he’d claim you like he’d always imagined.

“she probably just slept in,” niki mumbled, his eyes still glued to the screen, fingers mashing the buttons on his controller. but even he didn’t fully believe it. that uneasy feeling gnawed at him, the quiet settling too heavily around them.

jay’s mind raced, the silence thickening the longer it dragged on. had something happened? had hyunjin and yuki finally made a move? he wouldn’t put it past them—he’d seen the way they watched you, hungry, too damn close for comfort.

"fuck," jay muttered again, running a hand through his hair. the thought of someone else getting to you first made his stomach turn. no way they’d let that happen.

as the house slowly came to life, confusion spread like wildfire.

sunghoon was the next to appear, looking annoyingly pristine, his skin glowing like he’d never skipped a single step in his morning routine. his sharp eyes flicked around the quiet house, landing on jay, who stood by the door, tension rolling off him like a storm cloud. something was off, and sunghoon felt it too.

then, of course, came heeseung, stumbling in shirtless as usual, his bare chest catching the early light. the guy rarely bothered with a shirt unless absolutely necessary, and even then, it was a battle to keep one on him. his bedhead stuck up in every direction, but his eyes immediately locked onto the tension hanging thick in the air.

“what the fuck’s going on?” heeseung’s voice was rough with sleep, but there was a clear edge of concern beneath it.

"y/n’s missing," jay ground out through clenched teeth, his nerves fraying with every second that ticked by.

heeseung frowned, his movements slow and deliberate as he stretched, like some predator waking up, the muscles in his broad shoulders rippling with every move. he scanned the room, and the lack of your presence only made the unease in his gut grow.

“you check her room?” heeseung’s voice dropped lower, that mix of concern and alpha authority creeping in.

"not yet," jay muttered, already storming toward your door. his fist came down harder than necessary against the cold metal. "y/n? you in there?"

silence.

he knocked again, harder this time, his voice rising with impatience and that gnawing panic he didn’t want to admit to. “y/n! come on, open up. we’re hungry.”

nothing.

the tension was thick enough to choke on, and just as jay was about to knock down the door, jake and sunoo stumbled into the room, both looking equally confused and half-awake. jake yawned loudly, rubbing his eyes like a kid, his voice a lazy drawl. “what the hell’s going on? why’s everyone acting like the world’s ending?”

“y/n’s gone,” jay snapped, his voice tight with worry, his frustration barely contained. “and no one’s seen her since last night.”

sunoo, the most observant of the group, couldn’t shake the worry gnawing at the back of his mind. he frowned slightly, the thought creeping in that maybe—just maybe—you were ignoring them. you wouldn’t do that, right? the idea unsettled him, and he hated how it made his chest tighten.

he glanced around, noticing the way jay’s fingers twitched, a telltale sign of his unease. sunoo cleared his throat, trying to keep his tone light, though even he wasn’t sure he believed what he was saying. “maybe she’s just exhausted… after everything yesterday,” he offered, his voice careful, but not quite confident enough to soothe anyone’s nerves, least of all his own.

still, the possibility that you could be avoiding them—it lingered, festering in the back of his mind like a splinter he couldn’t pull out.

the room went dead silent, the weight of the unspoken truth settling like a heavy stone. yesterday had been a fucking mess, a shitstorm of tension so thick it was hard to breathe. between you and them, and that heat rising in the air, clinging to everything like a suffocating blanket, it was no surprise everyone had been on edge. they’d been teetering between control and losing their fucking minds. it wasn’t a stretch to think maybe you just needed space.

but the silence dragged on, thick and uncomfortable. they all knew what was left unsaid, gnawing at the edges of their thoughts. was it really just exhaustion?

jake leaned against the counter, crossing his arms with a smug grin, clearly enjoying the tension. “maybe she’s avoiding us ‘cause we’re a bunch of horny fucks.”

jay’s glare could’ve cut through steel. “shut the fuck up, jake,” he growled, his voice low and dangerous, barely restrained. the constant jokes, the teasing—it was all getting to him. the tension had been mounting for days, and it was starting to wear him thin.

jake just chuckled, completely unfazed, like he always was. he thrived on pushing buttons, and right now, jay was an easy target.

heeseung let out a long sigh, dragging a hand through his already messy hair. “alright, everyone calm the fuck down.” his voice was steady, but there was a sharpness beneath the surface that wasn’t normally there.

“sunghoon,” heeseung turned to the other alpha, eyes narrowing slightly. “you checked on her last night, right? what happened?”

sunghoon’s jaw clenched, his eyes darkening. “yeah, after someone decided to hover outside her door like a fucking creep,” he shot a pointed look at heeseung, not even bothering to hide his annoyance.

heeseung rolled his eyes, brushing off the jab. “it wasn’t like that,” he muttered, though the truth was, it kinda was.

sure, heeseung was concerned about you—genuinely—but that didn’t stop the bitterness he felt.

sunoo had probably done something to butter you up. that thought alone twisted his stomach. they’d been trying for almost a month, carefully working their way toward you, and in less than a fucking day, sunoo had you considering it?

what the fuck was that?

it wasn’t just frustration. no, it went deeper than that. heeseung couldn’t stand how fast things had shifted. he wanted to be the last person you thought about when you fell asleep. not sunoo. the thought of someone else creeping into your mind, especially that fast, made something ugly churn in his chest.

“bullshit,” sunghoon’s voice cut through the tension, sharp and mocking. “you were leaning on her door last night like a lovesick dog.”

heeseung shot him a glare but didn’t argue. jay, tired of the back-and-forth, stepped up, cutting through the tension with a sharp voice. “enough. none of that shit matters if we can’t find her.”

jungwon entered the room next, sharp eyes immediately picking up on the tension. “what the fuck’s going on now?” he asked, his voice calm but with an edge, like he was ready for another round of their endless arguments.

jay let out a heavy sigh. “she’s missing,” he repeated flatly, trying to hold onto the last threads of his patience.

jungwon’s eyes widened slightly, any traces of sleep immediately disappearing. “missing? what the fuck do you mean, missing?”

“goddammit,” jay groaned, running a hand through his hair, exasperated. “she’s not here. she didn’t leave. her shoes are still by the door so something’s fucking wrong.”

jungwon’s face darkened, tension coiling tighter in his chest. his mind was already racing, thinking of the possibilities, none of them good.

sunoo, biting his lip, spoke up, his voice barely above a whisper. “what if she’s already in heat?”

the words hit the room like a bomb, everyone going dead silent, the weight of what that meant crashing down on them. if you were in heat, and if hyunjin and yuki were already here...

fuck.

“if that’s the case,” heeseung’s voice dropped to a dangerous growl, “we’ve got a serious fucking problem.”

and just as they were about to start figuring out what the hell to do next, the doorbell rang, cutting through the heavy silence like a fucking gunshot. every single one of them froze, hearts collectively skipping a beat.

jay’s heart raced, the pit in his stomach sinking deeper. “they’re here,” he muttered, his voice low, dread creeping in fast. “they’re fucking here.”

heeseung straightened up, his expression hardening as he slipped into leader mode, like he always did when shit went sideways. jungwon was enhypen's official leader, but being the eldest, these are the moments his leadership shines the most. “alright, everyone stay cool. we act like everything’s normal, got it?” his voice was low, firm, already taking charge.

sunoo, leaning against the door, glanced at it with a small, mischievous smirk. “this should be interesting,” he muttered, eyes glinting with both excitement and dread.

they all moved toward the door, hearts pounding in sync, each step feeling heavier than the last. jay was the one to open it, pulling the door back to reveal yuki and hyunjin standing there, both looking way too eager for anyone’s liking. jay had to fight the urge to slam the door right in their smug faces.

yuki, their manager, always had this unnerving calm about him, like nothing rattled him. the guy could control a room with just a few words, and that always put them on edge. then there was hyunjin—the alpha who was supposed to be mated with you. just seeing that cocky smile on his face made jay’s blood fucking boil.

“morning,” yuki greeted, voice smooth, unassuming, like he hadn’t just walked into the middle of a damn shitstorm. “where’s y/n?”

jay crossed his arms over his chest, forcing himself to stay calm. “sleeping in,” he answered, his voice way too fucking smooth for how nervous he actually was. “she’s probably wiped from yesterday.”

yuki raised an eyebrow, clearly not buying the bullshit, but before he could say anything, hyunjin’s nose twitched, his eyes flicking around the house, full of suspicion. “you sure about that?” he asked, his tone thick with doubt, like he already knew something was off.

heeseung stepped in before jay could snap, forcing a tight smile that didn’t reach his eyes. “yeah, sunoo literally dragged her out last time, remember? you know how it is.”

sunoo, always the smooth talker, shrugged casually, adding, “it’s not often i get to hang out with someone who actually enjoys my company.” the lie rolled off his tongue like it was nothing, smooth as fucking butter. even the other alphas had to give him credit—he was good at this.

the others stood stiff, tension radiating off them like a live wire, but sunoo? he was having the time of his life playing this game. he had them all convinced—at least for now. jay, jungwon, even heeseung shot him silent glances of gratitude, thankful he was holding it together for all of them.

but yuki’s face stayed unreadable. his sharp gaze flicked between them, scanning the room, trying to sift through the truth and the lies. his voice stayed calm, almost too calm, as he said, “glad you had fun. but keep your phones with you from now on. we’ve got enough shit to deal with without anyone going dark.”

he paused, his eyes narrowing slightly, and it sent a cold shiver through the room. “we’ll need to check on her now. make sure everything’s in order. her heat might’ve started.”

the room froze. every alpha stopped breathing for a second, his words hanging heavy in the air, the tension ratcheting up to unbearable levels. jay’s fists clenched, jaw tightening as his instincts screamed at him to throw yuki out on his ass.

this was the last fucking thing they needed—yuki sniffing around, trying to get involved when everything was already hanging by a thread.

the air felt suffocating, the walls closing in as every alpha’s instincts flared into overdrive. protect, claim, keep hyunjin and yuki the hell away from you. it was something they couldn’t turn off, even if they tried.

they all scrambled to act normal, forcing themselves into casual postures, but it was obvious—nothing about this was normal.

sunghoon busied himself at the coffee machine, the sound of brewing coffee acting as a weak attempt to break the tension. jungwon, ever the calm one, started doing pull-ups on the hand bar in the doorway, his movements too precise, too controlled, like he was trying way too fucking hard to look chill.

jake and niki stayed back, their eyes darting between each other and the front door every few seconds, trying—and failing—to feign relaxation. sunoo and heeseung, standing closest to yuki and hyunjin, plastered fake smiles on their faces, forcing laughter that felt strained, desperate.

every smile was a fucking lie. every laugh was a thin veil over the possessiveness boiling just below the surface, threatening to explode at any moment.

their bodies were rigid, every fiber of their being screaming to tear hyunjin apart, to wipe that smug look off his fucking face. but they couldn’t.

not now. not when so much was on the line.

they had to hold back every instinct, every urge, to keep themselves from snapping. because if they messed this up—if yuki or hyunjin caught even a hint of the truth, of what was really happening—it would all come crashing down.

the careful plan, the weeks of orchestrating every move so that you’d willingly choose them—it would all be for nothing. and none of them were willing to let that happen.

not when they were this fucking close.

sunoo stepped forward, his usual smirk plastered on his face, but there was an edge in his voice, a tension that everyone could feel. “jay tried knocking on her door, but she didn’t answer. she should’ve been making breakfast by now.” his tone was casual, too casual, but his eyes flickered with worry that he couldn’t quite hide.

hyunjin, of course, raised an eyebrow, that smug fucking grin tugging at his lips. “she’s pretty and a good cook? damn, that just makes her even more perfect,” he said, his voice dripping with self-satisfaction, like he was already staking his claim.

jake clenched his fists at his sides, his knuckles white as he fought back a growl. his whole body tensed, his teeth grinding so hard his jaw ached. jungwon, noticing jake’s rising tension, threw a playful arm around him, trying to mask the seething frustration with a forced laugh. “relax, man,” jungwon muttered under his breath, his grip just a little too tight, betraying his own nerves.

yuki’s sharp gaze swept the room, suspicion simmering just beneath the surface. “did any of you check her room?” his voice was calm, but there was an edge to it, a sense that he wasn’t buying their bullshit.

they all shook their heads. none of them had dared to. in the chaos of realizing you were missing, they’d all been too busy scrambling to figure out what the hell was going on.

“no,” jungwon said, his voice strained, trying to sound convincing but failing miserably as panic started creeping in, wrapping itself around his chest like a vice. they literally said she was sleeping in, but they didn’t even confirm it? yuki thought, how fucking vague.

yuki didn’t even flinch. instead, he reached into his pocket and pulled out a small metallic key. the sight of it sent a chill down their spines, dread settling in the pit of their stomachs like lead.

"is that the key to her door?" sunghoon’s voice was sharp, the annoyance and frustration leaking through. just when they thought they had shit under control, this happens.

“yeah, her dad gave it to me,” yuki replied, his tone so fucking casual, like he wasn’t holding the key to everything they’d been working toward. “in case her heat starts. she’d lock herself in the room—probably what she’s done now.”

great. just fucking great. as if the situation wasn’t already spiraling out of control.

the moment yuki said those words, every alpha in the room went still. their hearts pounded in their chests, eyes darting between each other in silent agreement. no fucking way were they letting this happen. not with him.

“hyunjin,” yuki called, and just like that, the room froze, like a live wire cutting through the air. the alphas exchanged sharp, guarded glances, struggling to keep their expressions neutral.

“let’s go. we should be able to get a quick peek,” yuki said, like he had any right.

they moved toward your room in slow, deliberate steps, each step felt heavier than the last, the weight of the moment pressing down on them. the only thing running through their minds was you—behind that door, waiting, vulnerable, and just out of reach.

your heat. was it already in full swing? were you a trembling, needy mess, calling out for them? how good did you fucking smell?

yuki knocked on your door, his voice calm, too calm.

“y/n?” he called, and when there was no answer, he slid the key into the lock, turning it slowly.

the moment the door cracked open, your scent hit them like a tidal wave. thick, sweet, and overwhelming, it washed over them with the force of a hurricane, sweeping away any shred of control. it crashed into them, drowning out every coherent thought. the heat, the raw, primal need—it was fucking unbearable.

every alpha snapped to attention, their bodies instantly tensing as your scent consumed the room. muscles rippled under taut skin, jaws locking tight as they struggled to keep their composure. even yuki, usually the picture of restraint, blinked rapidly, his control slipping just enough for everyone to notice. your scent wrapped around him, clouding his mind, and his calm facade cracked ever so slightly. for the first time, it was clear—even he wasn’t immune to you.

the room was thick with tension, instincts roaring in the back of their minds—get to her. claim her. they could practically hear your soft whimpers, feel the heat radiating from your body even through the walls. but they couldn’t lose control, not now. not with yuki and hyunjin watching. their entire plan rested on keeping it together, on hiding just how badly they wanted you. they couldn’t afford to let it slip.

yuki’s eyes flicked to hyunjin, a rare flicker of uncertainty flashing in his usually composed gaze. something wasn’t right. even with the charged atmosphere, he could sense it. hyunjin, standing stiff and a little too still, wasn’t acting like the others.

hyunjin shifted uncomfortably, his frown deepening as he sniffed the air again, the overwhelming scent of your heat filling the space. “maybe we should wait,” he muttered, voice laced with hesitation. there was something off in the way he said it, like he wasn’t as affected as the rest. “give her some space.”

yuki’s patience snapped, frustration bubbling to the surface as his tone sharpened. “space? are you fucking serious? she’s in heat, hyunjin. she needs you. get in there,” he growled, shoving him roughly toward the door.

but hyunjin froze, his entire body going rigid, his expression shifting from discomfort to confusion. the alphas, standing off to the side, watched with silent amusement as he stalled, clearly struggling with what was happening. or wasn’t happening.

“it’s not working,” hyunjin muttered, voice strained, almost like he couldn’t believe his own words. “her scent... it’s strong, but there’s no connection. i don’t feel the pull. something’s off.”

the other alphas nearly laughed, barely managing to hide the smug grins spreading across their faces. relief washed over them like a wave. they’d been bracing for a fight, ready to rip hyunjin apart if it came down to it, but now? they didn’t have to do a damn thing.

hyunjin wasn’t reacting to you the way an alpha normally would—the way they all did. your scent, powerful and intoxicating to every other alpha in the room, wasn’t pulling him in like it should. no deep, primal urge to claim. no overwhelming need to mark you as his. for a split second, they exchanged glances, silently reveling in the fact that hyunjin, for whatever reason, wasn’t a threat.

and as far as they were concerned, that left you all to them.

the universe had done them a favor.

though, deep down, they were offended. how the fuck could hyunjin not be affected by you? your scent was the most intoxicating thing they’d ever encountered. thick, sweet vanilla that clung to the air and drove them insane.

how could he not be affected?

they just needed yuki and hyunjin to fuck off already so they could get to you themselves.

yuki sighed, clearly frustrated but not pushing the issue further. he shut the door with a soft click, and the alphas silently cursed. they wanted to see you—needed to see you. the thought of you, lying there, overwhelmed by your heat, was driving them mad.

jungwon, always the strategist, saw an opening and didn’t waste any time. “so, can she get out herself, or does she need the key?” he asked, his voice casual, though his heart was hammering in his chest.

“she can get out herself, but just in case.” yuki didn’t even blink as he handed the key over to jungwon.

jungwon’s fingers tightened around the key, his pulse racing. fuck yes. he forced a nod, slipping the key into his pocket like it wasn’t a big deal. “thanks,” he muttered, already thinking of all the ways this could play out.

as jungwon turned to walk away, yuki’s hand shot out, grabbing his arm with a grip that sent a jolt of tension through him, he takes jungwon back into an empty room which belonged to jay. outside of the other member's sight. jungwon froze, pulse spiking as yuki’s sharp gaze bore into him. fuck. whatever this was, it wasn’t good. his stomach twisted, muscles coiling tight as he tried to stay calm, but his mind raced with worry.

“i know what’s going on,” yuki said, his voice low, a smirk tugging at his lips. there was something too knowing in his expression, something that made jungwon’s chest tighten.

jungwon swallowed hard, his mouth suddenly dry. shit. “what are you talking about?” he asked, trying to sound steady, but the tremor in his voice betrayed him. had they slipped up? had yuki seen through everything?

yuki leaned in closer, eyes gleaming with amusement. “cut the bullshit,” he whispered, voice dark with amusement. “i know you guys are into her. don’t think i didn’t notice the way your pheromones spiked the second that door cracked open. anyone with a nose could’ve felt it. you’re all barely holding it together.”

jungwon’s mind scrambled for something—anything—to say. fuck, fuck, fuck. they had been so careful. or at least, they thought they had. the idea that yuki had figured it out made his stomach churn.

how much does he know?

“how did you even figure it out?” jungwon asked, his voice a little weaker than he intended. he needed to know just how far this had gone.

yuki’s smirk widened, letting go of jungwon’s arm, his posture relaxed but his eyes sharp. “it’s simple, really,” he said, voice smooth. “you’ve always looked like you wanted to eat her alive. all of you. you think no one noticed? the way you react when she’s around? especially during that photoshoot. it was fucking obvious.”

jungwon’s mind raced back to the photoshoot, remembering how tense everything had been. you had visited them that day, and every alpha had been on edge the second you stepped onto the set. your scent had filled the room, and they’d all tried to keep their composure, but apparently, they hadn’t been as discreet as they thought.

yuki chuckled softly, continuing as if he had all the time in the world. “with hyunjin in the mix, it’s even clearer. you guys practically hate his guts, and honestly? i don’t blame you. but rules are rules, and your father wants to make sure she’s taken care of.” his tone turned slightly bitter, though it was clear he wasn’t planning on pushing that particular point.

jungwon’s stomach twisted. of course.

your father, always controlling the situation, making sure you were surrounded by alphas he trusted to protect you. and hyunjin, who was supposed to be part of that plan but was never fully accepted by the others. it had been a careful balancing act—one that yuki had clearly seen through.

jungwon let out a shaky breath, feeling the weight of yuki’s words press down on him. “so you’ve known… this whole time?”

yuki shrugged, his expression too casual. “oh, i’ve known. you all practically wear it on your sleeves. but honestly? i didn’t care to say anything until now. figured it’d be more fun to watch you squirm.”

jungwon’s jaw tightened, frustration bubbling up inside him. yuki had them cornered, and he was enjoying every second of it. he’s been playing us this whole time, jungwon realized.

“so what now?” jungwon asked, quieter this time, his voice cautious.

yuki chuckled again, his grin turning wicked as he leaned in closer. “now? now we wait. hyunjin’s still a problem, but with how the rest of you act around her, it won’t be long before someone slips. and when that happens, we’ll see how much your little ‘sharing’ arrangement holds up. because let’s be real, alphas don’t share.”

jungwon’s stomach dropped at those words. he knew yuki was right. their situation, the way they had been managing things, was a ticking time bomb. the tension between the alphas, the growing possessiveness—it was only a matter of time before things spiraled out of control. but for now, yuki had given him a momentary reprieve, and he had to take it.

yuki pulled back, his smirk softening. “but hey, don’t stress too much. i’m on your side,” he added with a playful wink. “just… don’t tell the others yet. i want to see them sweat a little. they’ve been acting way too cocky lately.”

jungwon couldn’t help but smirk back, despite the tension still knotting his chest. “okay,” he agreed quietly. the idea of watching the others squirm under yuki’s scrutiny had its appeal. he could already picture jay’s face when yuki dropped the hammer. they’d shit themselves. but fuck, was this a big weight off his chest. and it would be the same for everyone else.

as they both walked back toward the group, yuki’s expression shifted, his usual playful smirk fading into something more serious. the air in the room was thick, every alpha on edge, waiting for the inevitable. jungwon could feel the anxiety radiating from them, and it was honestly kind of hilarious watching them sweat.

jay stepped forward first, trying to act like he had everything under control. “we’ll keep an eye on her,” he said, his voice steady, but there was no missing the tension in his jaw or the stiffness in his posture. he was barely keeping it together, and jungwon could see the cracks forming.

yuki stayed silent, letting the moment drag on, his eyes gleaming with amusement. he let them all stew in the silence, drawing out the tension until it was almost unbearable. jungwon had to bite his tongue to keep from laughing outright—the guys looked like they were about to lose their shit.

finally, yuki spoke, his voice calm but laced with amusement. “make sure she’s alright. you guys can check in on her later,” he said, his tone casual, but everyone knew there was more behind those words. every alpha was holding their breath, waiting for the catch, the twist in the dagger they knew was coming. but it didn't, not yet at least.

as yuki turned to leave, he paused at the door, glancing back with that infuriating smirk still plastered on his face. and here it fucking comes. the tension in the room skyrocketed, every alpha’s heart pounding in their chest, waiting for whatever bomb he was about to drop.

“oh, one more thing,” yuki said lightly, though the weight of his words hit like a sledgehammer. “i’m not an idiot. i could smell the desperation from a mile away.”

the air went still. every single one of them froze.

jay’s face paled instantly, and heeseung’s fingers twitched at his sides, panic flashing in his eyes. sunghoon, usually so calm, let his mask slip for a brief second, and even niki, the most relaxed out of all of them, looked like he was barely holding it together. fuck. they were screwed.

heeseung, ever the leader, took a hesitant step forward, his voice tight with barely contained anxiety. “what do you mean, yuki?” he asked, trying and failing to keep his tone steady. it was clear—they were fucked, and 'everyone' in the room knew it.

yuki just chuckled, shaking his head with mock sympathy. “don’t insult me, heeseung,” he said, his tone dripping with amusement. “i’ve been around alphas long enough to know when something’s up. you think i don’t know you’re all scheming?”

jungwon bit the inside of his cheek, struggling not to laugh. this was too fucking good. yuki was playing them like puppets, and his hyungs were eating it up, practically shaking in their boots.

sunghoon, who almost never cracked, finally snapped. “look, yuki, we’re just—” he started, but yuki cut him off with a sharp grin.

“don’t bother,” yuki said, his voice dropping a notch, his playful tone turning more serious. “i can feel the tension in the air, and it’s not subtle. but hey, i’ll let it slide. this time.”

jungwon could barely contain himself. he watched as the relief washed over them all like a wave, but the tension was still there, simmering beneath the surface. they had been so close to losing it, and yuki had just let them off the hook—for now.

heeseung nodded quickly, his voice tight with lingering nerves. “we’re just looking out for her, yuki. nothing to worry about.”

yuki raised an eyebrow, clearly entertained by their desperate attempts to hold it together. “sure, whatever you say,” he replied, his tone light but with a sharp edge. “just remember, i’m watching. if anything happens to her… you’ll have me to deal with.”

the alphas all nodded frantically, trying to keep their composure, but it was obvious they were barely hanging on by a thread. they knew how close they had come to getting caught, how easily it could’ve all come crashing down.

as yuki and hyunjin finally walked out the door, the alphas let out a collective sigh of relief. jungwon could practically feel the weight lift off their shoulders, but the second that door clicked shut, the atmosphere shifted completely. the fear of being caught evaporated, leaving behind something darker, more primal. your scent still lingered in the air, intoxicating and thick, pulling at them, making their instincts scream.

they were so fucking close.

the room buzzed with barely-contained tension, every alpha silently sizing each other up, knowing full well what was coming next. their instincts roared—get to her first. claim her.

no one spoke, but it didn’t need to be said. it was written on their faces—the hunger, the frustration, the fucking desperation.

jungwon could feel the heat building in his chest, a fire that had been simmering for far too long.

but just as he was about to snap, yuki’s parting smirk flashed in his mind—the way he’d drawn the whole situation out. jungwon’s mind pieced it together, and suddenly, the tension broke—not with an explosion, but with laughter.

loud, uncontrollable laughter.

every eye snapped to jungwon as he doubled over, laughing so hard he could barely stand. the others stared, jaws tightening in confusion.

“what the hell is so funny?” jay snapped, his voice sharp with irritation. he had been seconds away from making his move, and now jungwon was ruining the moment with this… whatever the fuck this was.

jungwon waved a hand, still laughing, trying to catch his breath. “yuki…” he gasped between fits of laughter. “that bastard was messing with us the whole time.”

sunghoon’s brows furrowed, his annoyance bubbling over. “what are you talking about?” his voice was low, dangerous, the tension still bubbling under the surface.

jungwon straightened up, wiping tears from his eyes, still grinning like a maniac. “he knew. the whole fucking time,” he said, breathless. “he pulled me aside. he’s not gonna tell management. in fact, he’s on our side. he was just fucking with us to see how we’d react.”

the room went silent for a beat, everyone processing what jungwon had just said. the tension hung in the air, thick and heavy, before one by one, the irritation began to fade, replaced by a strange mix of disbelief and relief.

“you’ve gotta be shitting me,” jake groaned, running a hand over his face. but there was a grin tugging at the corners of his mouth, the relief finally starting to sink in. “i really thought we were fucked.”

sunoo let out a soft laugh, shaking his head, the tension in his shoulders finally easing. “no wonder yuki was so calm through all of this.”

heeseung was the last to react, his body still rigid from the adrenaline, but when he did, it was with a slow, relieved chuckle. “so he was just playing us the whole time?” his eyes flicked toward the door where yuki had exited, disbelief still lingering in his gaze. “i should’ve known. that asshole’s too smart for his own good.”

jungwon, still grinning, nodded, his laughter finally subsiding. “yep. he said he wanted to see if we’d tear each other apart or actually work together. guess we passed the test.”

“barely,” sunghoon muttered, rolling his eyes, though he seemed a lot more relaxed than he had just moments ago. the tension in his posture had finally melted, replaced by a quiet embarrassment. they’d all been on edge, seconds away from losing it, and now it was clear—yuki had let them off easy, but not without a good laugh at their expense.

but just when the mood seemed to settle, niki, who had been silent this whole time, finally snapped. with a sharp thud, he slammed his phone onto the couch, the sound cutting through the air like a knife. his voice was laced with frustration, practically daring anyone to argue. “why the hell are we just standing around?” he barked, eyes burning with impatience. “we’ve got the fucking key. yuki’s on our side, and hyunjin’s out. so what the fuck are we waiting for?”

jungwon’s heart was hammering, fingers gripping the key in his pocket so tight it felt like it was burning into his skin. fuck, the idea of being the first one through that door, getting to you without anyone else around, it had his pulse racing like a wild animal. he could barely think straight, the only thing clear in his mind was how badly he wanted to be the one you saw first, the one you reached for.

his mind spun with fantasies—the look on your face when he walked in, your body desperate for relief, for him. maybe he’d lock the door behind him. hell, no maybe about it. he’d lock the door and make sure no one else could get in.

no interruptions, no fucking distractions. just you, needing him, fucking him. all to himself.

and the others? fuck ‘em. they knew it too. they could feel the same tension in the air. it was a race now. whoever used that key first won, and the rest? they’d be left in the dust, standing outside like idiots while he had you, while you were his.

shit, he could barely think straight, the only thing clear in his mind was how desperately he wanted to be to finally be with you, be inside you.

just you, needy and craving him, and he’d have you all to himself. finally.

jungwon’s knuckles whitened as his grip tightened around the key, his breath coming in short, ragged bursts. the thought of losing this chance sent a jolt of ice through his veins.

he couldn’t let that happen. not again.

"jungwon," jake’s voice sliced through the haze, sharp and taunting, dragging him back to reality. jake’s eyes gleamed with challenge. “you’re thinking about locking us out, aren’t you?”

jungwon’s eyes snapped to jake, and for a moment, everything was laid bare. his fantasies, his desperation—it was written all over his face.

his jaw clenched, muscles tensing as the thought lingered. fuck, the thrill of it still burned inside him.

"you selfish prick," sunghoon growled, crossing his arms, jealousy flaring so hot it could almost be seen. "you think we don’t know what’s going through your head? we've known each other for four years, don’t even think about pulling that shit."

"i swear to god," jay muttered, voice dark and threatening, "you try that, and we’ll tear the fucking door down. i don't care if you're our leader."

the key dug into his palm, its weight heavy with everything it promised. it was right there. all he had to do was use it.

“you wouldn’t even last five fucking minutes in there alone, jungwon,” heeseung sneered from where he leaned against the wall, arms crossed. his smirk sliced through jungwon’s patience. “she’d wear you out before you even got a chance to breathe. but go ahead, lock the door. see how far that gets you.”

jungwon’s glare could’ve set the room on fire, but instead of exploding, he forced himself to take a deep breath, fighting for control. “you all know i saw her first,” he bit out, voice tight, frustration boiling over.

“you think it’s easy? watching you guys—especially you, jake—get to her before i even had a fucking chance?”

the room fell into a dead silence, the weight of his words hitting them hard. they knew exactly what he meant—that day.

the day that had almost broken him. jungwon had been the first to feel the pull toward you, connection that surged through his veins. but instead of acting on it, they’d held him back.

jungwon had been so fucking close to losing it, the way he was trying to break your door down. then jake had stepped in, tackling him to the ground. even with all his strength, the pain in his side was too much. so he had been left there, pinned down by niki, eyes wild, tears of pure frustration burning behind them as he watched jake eat your pussy out. he was the one you were all wet for, not fucking jake.

he’d cried that night. despite his pride, despite everything, the weight of it had been too much. he had felt you needed him, but he’d been denied the chance to be the one by your side. and they had all seen him break. they had seen their leader—the one who always held them together—fall apart.

jungwon had always made space for them. he had always been the leader, the one to step back when someone else needed their moment to shine. they respected him for that, always had. but this time? this was different. this was the first time he’d ever wanted something so fucking desperately.

niki, the one who had pulled jungwon away from you that day, was the first to break the silence. his voice was softer than usual, heavy with the weight of everything they’d gone through. “he’s got a point,” he muttered, his eyes flicking to jungwon. “maybe we should let him have this one.”

jungwon’s jaw tightened, the reminder of how close he’d been to you hitting him hard. the key in his pocket felt like his last chance, and he gripped it like a lifeline, the desperation building inside him. but he stayed silent, fighting the urge to just bolt for the door.

sunoo, always one to break the tension, chuckled. “yeah, i’m cool with waiting,” he said with a smirk, glancing around the room. “but the real question is, who can’t?”

he didn’t need to say more.

everyone knew exactly who he meant.

the sharp sound of a vase shattering against the wall echoed through the room, and all eyes snapped toward jay. his chest was heaving, his eyes wild, fists clenched so tight his knuckles were bone white. his pheromones hit them all like a kick in lungs, suffocating and thick, a gut punch to the senses. deep, masculine notes that linger in the air. like leather and dark wood, with an underlying smokiness of tobacco. it would be heaven for an omega to smell, but not for other fellow alpha's. even sunoo, who usually found humor in everything, went dead serious, his smirk vanishing.

“shit,” niki breathed, taking a step back. the raw energy radiating off jay was like nothing they’d ever seen. he was on the edge, and they all felt it.

“jay…” jungwon started, his voice steady but tense. he could see it—the barely controlled rage simmering just beneath jay’s skin.

but jay wasn’t having it. “you don’t fucking get it,” he growled, his voice low, trembling with frustration. “i’ve been the one playing nice. i’ve been fucking patient. and what’s that gotten me? nothing.”

he started pacing, his movements jerky, like a caged animal. “every fucking one of you had your shot. but me?” he let out a bitter laugh. “i’m the one she doesn’t even fucking look at.”

heeseung, still leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, watched jay closely. “we’re all holding back, jay,” he said calmly, though the suffocating weight of jay’s pheromones made it hard to breathe. “it’s not just you.”

jay let out another bitter laugh, running a hand through his hair, clearly struggling to keep it together. “you don’t fucking understand,” he muttered, voice cracking under the pressure.

sunoo, stepped forward, but he kept his distance, wary of jay’s volatile state. “jay, hyung, we get it,” he said, voice calm but cautious. “but if you go in there like this, you’ll scare her off.”

jake, who had been leaning against the wall, arms crossed, had lost his usual cocky grin. “you’ve gotta back off, man,” he said, his voice steady but firm. “i know you’re pissed, but right now? you’re gonna hurt her if you’re not careful.”

jay’s eyes flicked to jake, narrowing. “you think i don’t fucking know that?” he hissed, desperation seeping into his voice. “you think i want to? but you don’t get it, sim fucking jaeyun. you haven’t been in my fucking shoes.”

“then get out of the fucking house for a bit,” jake said, pushing off the wall and stepping closer. his voice was calm, but his eyes were hard. “clear your head. come back when you’re not ready to tear the place apart. because we’re not letting you fuck this up for everyone.”

jay clenched his fists tighter, his whole body trembling as he fought to keep himself together. “i need to get the fuck out of here,” he muttered, barely above a whisper, like he was admitting it to himself just as much as to the others. “before i do something i can’t fucking take back.”

jungwon let out a slow breath, relief washing over him. at least jay’s seeing reason. “at least you're aware of how letting your emotions get the best of you may affect all this,” he said quietly, taking a step back to give jay some space. “take a break. just calm down, okay? sure, it fucking sucks you can’t be here right now, but with you like that? i'd rather die than have her in the same room as you.”

jay’s lips twisted into a bitter smile. “yeah,” he muttered, voice thick with frustration. “don’t think you guys are lucky, though.” his eyes darkened, raw hunger flashing behind them.

“when this shit calms down? i’m making damn sure she knows i’m the only one she wants. you assholes better remember that.”

as jay stormed out, slamming the door behind him, jake let out a long, exasperated breath. “as if,” he muttered, throwing a glance at the others.

sunoo shook his head, a small smirk curling his lips. “well, at least we’ll have some peace for a bit,” he said, trying to lighten the heavy mood that still lingered in the air.

heeseung finally pushed himself off the wall, his eyes still fixed on the door jay had just disappeared through. “he knows what he’s doing. when he’s ready, he’ll make sure it counts. but for now? it’s better he’s not here.”

niki, quiet through most of the scene, let out a dark chuckle. “you think he’s bad now? wait ‘til he gets back. he’s gonna be fucking feral.”

the room fell into silence again, the weight of what had just gone down pressing on them like a heavy, suffocating blanket. they knew jay wasn’t done, not by a long shot. but for now, there was time—time to figure out their next move, time to get to you first.

the room was dead silent, the weight of jay’s absence thick in the air. they all knew jay wasn’t done, not by a long shot. but for now, they had time—time to figure out their next move, time to get to you first.

sunghoon wasn’t having it. he stepped forward, jaw clenched, eyes flashing with barely contained jealousy. “i still don’t think you should go first, jungwon,” he growled, every word dripping with possessiveness. his fingers twitched like he wanted to grab the key right out of jungwon’s hand. it would be so easy.

jungwon held his ground, even as his heart raced. “what do you fucking suggest genius? we can’t all go at once,” he shot back, voice strained but firm. “if we overwhelm her, she’ll panic. we need her to want this, not be terrified of us. jay's scent alone made me want to gag.”

jake, leaning against the wall, scoffed. “and how the hell do we know she doesn’t want that?” he muttered, voice low and challenging. “maybe she’s wants it—to get fucked by all of us. maybe that’s what she needs.”

his words hung in the air, thick with meaning. every alpha in the room felt it—the primal pull, the deep instinct telling them to claim you. the thought of having you, all of them, at once—it stirred something dark, something they couldn’t control.

heeseung let out a low growl, his eyes darkening, hunger creeping into his voice. “you’re gonna get us all in trouble talking like that,” he muttered, though it was clear he wasn’t exactly against the idea.

sunghoon’s eyes narrowed, his voice turning sharp with challenge. “the real question is,” he said slowly, “could we even handle it? i’ve seen alphas tear each other apart over less. you think we’re all gonna keep our cool if we’re in there at the same time? it’ll be a fucking bloodbath.”

niki, who had been silent, let out a low chuckle. “hell, i don’t even know if she’s ready for all of us,” he said, smirking. “we’d wreck her. completely.” his voice dropped lower. “honestly, i’m not sure i’m ready for that.”

sunoo, usually the calmest in the group, shifted slightly, his brows furrowed. “we’ll throw her into heat overload if we all go in at once. our scents alone could drive her nuts or worse, she might not even want to have anything to do with us at all.”

the tension in the room was suffocating, every alpha on edge, instincts screaming at them to act. jungwon could feel it too—the need clawing at him, making every second feel like a countdown to an explosion. they were one step away from completely losing control.

and then, a soft creak cut through the tension like a knife.

every alpha’s gaze snapped to the doorway, and there you were.

barely standing, your body trembling with need, skin slick with sweat. soft, desperate whimpers escaped your lips as you leaned against the doorframe. your eyes were half-lidded, glazed with raw need, your fingers fumbling desperately with your shirt like it was suffocating you, clinging to your overheated skin. every movement was shaky, frantic, as if you couldn’t tear the fabric off fast enough to escape the unbearable heat burning through you.

the sight of you—vulnerable, desperate, completely wrecked—erased whatever little restraint they had left.

“fuck,” jake growled, the word rough and heavy with need, his entire body coiled tight, muscles straining. “hi, baby.”

before jungwon could even react, jake was already surging forward, like every ounce of control had slipped through his fingers. the raw hunger in his eyes was wild, feral, as he stalked toward you, drawn to your scent like a magnet.

"no fucking way i’m waiting," he muttered, voice heavy with lust, practically shaking with the need spilling out of him. your scent—he was already rock hard.

just as jake was about to reach you, sunghoon’s hand shot out, grabbing his shoulder and yanking him back hard enough to shake the room. jake growled, frustrated, but sunghoon held him firm, his own body tense, barely keeping it together.

"no," sunghoon snarled, voice low and filled with aggression, his eyes locked on you. the possessiveness in his gaze was unmistakable, like he was claiming you with a single look.

"stay the fuck back, jake." his words were a command, but his restraint was barely holding as he took in the sight of you—chest heaving, skin glistening, every inch of you begging for them.

their eyes were glued to you, searing into your skin, every alpha in the room consumed by the pull of your scent. their breaths were heavy, muscles tight, hands twitching with the desperate urge to touch, to claim. it was overwhelming, suffocating, but god, you needed it. you couldn’t hold back anymore—not with them right there, looking at you like they were ready to devour you.

your fingers clawed at jungwon’s chest, your body trembling with need as you reached for him, desperate for his touch. the moment your hands met his skin, jungwon shuddered, the raw intensity of your desperation ripping through him like fire. his breath caught in his throat, eyes widening as he fought for control, but your scent was all he could focus on, flooding his senses and clouding his mind.

"fuck," he groaned, muscles tensing beneath your hands as he leaned into your touch, his voice barely a rasp. "you're driving me insane."

the other alphas shifted, their bodies reacting to the scene unfolding in front of them. you could feel their stares, heavy and filled with hunger, their breaths coming faster, fists clenching at their sides. they were all on the edge, barely holding it together, but your desperation—your clawing, needy hands—was pushing them closer to snapping.

jungwon’s hands gripped your waist, his touch firm but trembling. "bunny," he whispered, his voice strained, thick with need. "you know you're in heat. but you still decide to come to me? you know i won't be able to hold back."

but that wasn’t all—you buried your face in jungwon’s chest, nose pressed into the fabric of his shirt as his scent overwhelmed you, breaking through the thin barrier of clothing. his skin was scorching, just like yours, both of you barely holding it together. you shamelessly rolled your eyes back, a desperate moan slipping from your lips, earning low, guttural growls from the alphas watching. they stood still, muscles tight, letting it play out, just like their leader jungwon wanted. but fuck, it was the hardest thing they’d ever done.

your touch was burning him, and jungwon shuddered under your hands, his breath coming in ragged gasps as his arms gripped your forearms tightly enough to make you yelp—but not enough to hurt you.

you lifted your gaze, eyes locking with his, your body trembling as another wave of heat surged through you. your lips quivered, barely able to form the words as need consumed you. "then don’t," you whimpered, voice shaky, legs trembling as you struggled to stay upright. "this is all your fault—my hands aren't enough—and i..." you moaned, the sound raw and desperate, your voice rising in the small room like a howl. the heat in the living room intensified, suffocating, wrapping around you and the alphas like a vice. "i'm losing it- i-i don't want to hold back anymore. i need you."

the air in the room thickened, every breath coming heavier as your words hung in the space between you like a ticking bomb. jake’s chest rose and fell with quick, shallow breaths, his pupils blown wide as he inhaled your scent.

fuck, he was the one actually losing it, his hands balling into fists at his sides. even sunghoon, normally calm and collected, was gripping jake’s shoulder so hard his knuckles turned white, like that was the only thing keeping him from launching himself at you.

“goddamn,” niki muttered under his breath, eyes flickering with heat as he watched the way your body trembled. “she’s really gonna fucking kill us.” he bit down on his lip, his own self-control slipping by the second. heeseung’s jaw was tight, every muscle in his body coiled with tension as he fought to keep himself in check. "fuck," he hissed low, voice thick with desire. "if you keep talking like that, y/n... fuck-" sunoo, standing just a few feet away, smirked but it was strained, eyes flicking between you and jungwon. “you better do something before we lose it.” he murmured, voice smooth but edged with need.

but jungwon wasn’t even listening to them anymore. his entire focus was on you, his grip tightening on your waist as your dirty words echoed in his mind, igniting something deep and feral inside him. you could see it—the shift in his eyes, darkening with a kind of madness, something unhinged and dangerous.

a slow, crooked grin spread across his lips as he leaned in closer, voice dropping to a low, almost seductive rasp. "oh, bunny," he murmured, his hand trembling slightly as it moved up your body, fingers ghosting over your skin.

“you have no fucking idea what you’re asking for.” jungwon chuckled darkly, his grin widening, enjoying every second of how far he was slipping, how lost he was getting in his desire for you.

he released a powerful surge of his pheromones, they overwhelmed you, making your mind go blank, body weak, completely submitting to him. you flailed against him, barely able to stand, clinging to him with shaky hands as he effortlessly held you up, your limbs hanging messily like you were nothing more than a doll in his grasp.

"i...fuck me, alpha—please," you whimpered, voice cracking, practically drooling at this point. " just give it to me." your words were shaky, desperate, each one spilling out between ragged breaths. you couldn’t think straight anymore, couldn’t even pretend to hold on to any control.

“please," you whispered, voice trembling with raw, unfiltered need. “i can't- jungwon, please-do something... touch me.”

your thighs rubbed together in a desperate attempt for friction, but it only made it worse. everything was sticky—sticky from the mess you were making, your juices soaking through your clothes, and the heat coursing through your veins was too much. but you couldn’t stop, couldn’t resist the overwhelming need for him.

the room went dead still. every alpha froze, their bodies tense, senses overwhelmed by your scent and the filthy words spilling from your lips. it was like a punch to the gut, hitting them all at once.

but it was jungwon who had you in his arms. jungwon who you were begging for, soft whimpers filling the room, breaking whatever control they had left.

“this is fucking bullshit,” jake growled, his voice low, thick with frustration as he took a step forward, his eyes dark with raw hunger. “look at her—she’s fucking begging it. why the fuck are we waiting?”

jungwon’s grip on you tightened, pulling you close to his chest, his body almost shaking with the possessiveness that surged through him. his jaw clenched, a low, dangerous growl rumbling from his throat as he glared at jake. his eyes flicked between the other alphas, daring anyone to challenge him, blazing with a clear warning. he was on edge, barely holding it together.

“back off,” he snarled, voice dripping with danger, every word a threat. “she asked for me.”

jake wasn’t giving up. “are you fucking kidding me?” he growled, stepping closer, voice dropping into something dangerously sweet. “look at her—she needs all of us. i can make you feel so good, baby. just let me, you’ll see.”

but you didn’t even flinch. your eyes stayed locked on jungwon, completely ignoring jake like he didn’t exist. your body pressed tighter to jungwon’s, trembling in his arms, your need obvious and overwhelming. it was clear that right at this moment—you wanted him. you wanted jungwon.

before jake could take another step, heeseung’s voice sliced through the tension. “jungwon,” he ordered, voice sharp and commanding, leaving no room for debate. “you go first.”

the room fell into an almost suffocating silence, every alpha freezing, their attention snapping to jungwon. they were tense, coiled tight, eyes dark with need, but no one dared to challenge heeseung. jungwon’s heart pounded against his ribs, your scent flooding his senses, drowning out everything else. his grip on you tightened, fingers digging into your waist as the desperation in your scent hit him like a wave, dragging him under.

“but remember,” heeseung added, his voice dropping lower, more dangerous. “we’re watching.”

those words sent a shockwave through the room, the tension escalating, every alpha’s patience hanging by a thread. jungwon’s eyes flicked to jake, daring him to say another word, but jake’s jaw clenched tight, his frustration evident. your shaky breaths were the only sound in the room, and the air was so thick with need it was almost unbearable.

jungwon’s focus narrowed entirely to you. nothing else mattered. your scent, your body trembling against his, the way you clung to him like he was your only lifeline. the fire in his chest only burned hotter.

“fine,” jungwon muttered, voice rough with barely restrained hunger, eyes locked on yours. “but don’t even think about interrupting.”

being in jungwon’s arms felt like the only place you were meant to be. the alphas watched with bated breath, jealousy radiating off them, mixing with the thick, intoxicating scent of your heat. the room was suffocating under the weight of it, every alpha burning for you. but jungwon—he had you. you were his, and the way you clung to him only solidified that in his mind.

his heart pounding so hard it felt like it might break free from his chest. you looked like you would do anything he wanted you to, and it was everything he’d fantasized about. every dream he’d locked away, every late-night thought—it's finally fucking happening. his hands moved slowly, deliberately, over your trembling body, memorizing the feel of you even closing his eyes as he let out a moan. just from fucking touching you, what more if he was inside you? his fingers dug into your waist, his grip firm, possessive, as if he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.

he buried his face in your neck, inhaling deeply, letting your scent fill his lungs, drowning in it. “fuck,” jungwon growled, voice rough, guttural, as your heat burned through him. his lips hovered just over your jawline, teasing you, his grip tightening as he fought to keep control. the idea of anyone else touching you drove him insane. slowly, he starts walking, backing you up towards the sofa.

"alpha..." you whimpered, your voice trembling with desperation, breath hot against jungwon’s skin.

“you want your alpha, don’t you, bunny?” jungwon whispered, his voice dripping with possessive desire. his lips ghosted over yours, teasing you. your breath hitched, and a soft, broken moan escaped your lips as your body arched into him, your steps stumbling as he keeps pushing you backward.

“fuck, that scent," jake growled from his spot on the sofa, his voice strained, barely holding on. “how the hell are we supposed to hold back?”

jungwon grinned against your skin, knowing they were all feeling it, knowing you were only calling out for him. his grip on you tightened, and he could feel the tension spike in the room as the others struggled to keep themselves in check. “you smell that, don’t you, bunny?” he whispered in your ear, his breath hot and feverish against your neck. he moved faster, quickening his pace as you struggled to keep up with his long strides, completely unaware of how he was cornering you. “they all want you, but you’re mine right now.”

jungwon’s growl rumbled low in his chest, vibrating against you as he suddenly froze, his emotions boiling over. you had no idea how much he was holding back, how hard it was for him to stay in control. “fuck, you’re seriously killing me,” he rasped before his lips crashed against yours, the kiss hard and possessive, like he was marking what was his.

the room, the eyes on you both, the weight of their stares—it all faded away. it was just jungwon, his heat pouring into you, his hands gripping your waist like he couldn’t stand the thought of letting you go. every touch, every breath made you crave more. you were desperate, your hands clawing at him, trying to pull him even closer, your hips pressing against his, seeking any friction you could find. you wanted more, needed more, your body on fire with a hunger that only he could satisfy.

every other alpha in the room groaned, they were forced to watch, their pheromones mixing with yours, making the heat unbearable.

“shit, she's so fucking needy,” sunghoon muttered, his voice tight with barely restrained desire. his fists clenched at his sides, his body tense as he tried to keep himself together. “you want to get fucked so bad, don’t you?” his voice was laced with frustration, the urge to rip jungwon away and take you himself clear in every word.

niki, usually the one with everything under control, shifted restlessly, his jaw clenched so hard you could almost hear the tension. his eyes stayed fixed on the scene in front of him, but inside, he was losing it. the fire in his chest was growing, his pulse pounding in his ears. every second felt like torture, pulling him closer to the edge, the urge to jump in, to claim you, screaming inside him. but he couldn’t. he wouldn’t. niki had always respected his hyungs too much for that. no matter how much he wanted to act, he knew better than to screw it up for them. he had to hold on to that respect.

but it was so fucking hard. he could feel himself unraveling, like a rope fraying under too much pressure. his fists curled, nails biting into his palms, probably hard enough to draw blood. he forced himself to swallow, to step back, even as every fiber of his being screamed at him to stay. but he was better than that. he had to be.

“i’m out,” he muttered, voice barely above a whisper, cutting through the thick air filled with ragged breaths and soft whimpers. his words were almost drowned out, but a few of the guys glanced his way, surprise flashing briefly in their eyes. still, they were too far gone, too caught up in the heat, to pay real attention. niki didn’t wait for a response. he didn’t want one. explaining himself? that wasn’t him. he shoved his hands deep into his pockets, every muscle tense, as he stalked toward the door, trying to control the shaking in his hands.

“y’all have fun,” he threw over his shoulder, his voice thick with frustration, tinged with something darker. “i’ll be back when it’s my turn.”

the door clicked shut behind him, louder than it should’ve been. inside, the alphas were too lost in the sight of you crumbling against jungwon, too focused on you to notice niki’s exit. but outside, in the quiet, he let out a long, shaky breath, his chest tight with everything he’d been holding back. he’d done the right thing. stepping out, giving them space. he respected them enough to keep his frustration from becoming their problem. but damn, that didn’t make it any easier.

he leaned against the wall, trying to calm the fire still burning under his skin. it wasn’t just wanting you—it was the frustration of being stuck between wanting to give in and knowing he couldn’t. he respected his hyungs too much to lose control, to cross a line that could mess things up between them. they trusted him to handle it, and he wasn’t going to ruin that trust. but damn, it took everything in him to step away when all he wanted was to stay, to take you for himself.

niki ran a hand through his hair, exhaling sharply, his jaw clenched tight. he just needed a minute—some air, something to keep himself from breaking. because as much as he respected them, as much as he tried to stay in control, being in that room with you, so close to the edge—it was driving him insane.

standing there in the quiet hallway, he took a deep breath, trying to steady his racing heart. the respect he had for his hyungs kept him grounded, kept him from making things worse, but the pull was relentless. he could still hear the soft sounds you made, still feel your scent lingering in the air, dragging him to the edge. he squeezed his eyes shut, clenching his fists so tight his nails bit into his palms, willing himself to block it out. just for a little while.

fuck it.

without thinking, niki spun on his heel, marching back toward the room. every step felt heavier, the weight of his frustration pressing down on him, threatening to snap his control. but he didn’t stop. he had to go back, had to remind himself that he could handle this—no matter how much it tore him apart.

the moment he opened the door, your soft, breathy sounds hit him like a punch, filling the air like a drug. your scent—thick, intoxicating, overwhelming—wrapped around him, pulling him deeper into the haze. his fists clenched tighter, nails digging into his skin, the sharp pain grounding him, reminding him why he was doing this.

he kept his eyes shut, refusing to look, refusing to see the scene unfolding before him. if he did, he’d lose it. instead, he moved quickly, heart racing, body on edge from the tension that still lingered heavy in the room. his one goal—his bedroom.

he passed them without a word, passed you, barely breathing as he locked himself away in his own space, slamming the door shut behind him. his chest heaved, the scent of you still clinging to his skin, his mind a mess of frustration and restraint. locking himself in here was the only way to stay sane, to keep from crossing the line he swore he wouldn’t.

despite niki’s exit, heeseung’s eyes never left you. his jaw was clenched so tight it ached, watching as jungwon took what he wanted. the air in the room felt thick, almost suffocating, tension building like a storm about to hit. jealousy gnawed at him, burning from the inside, but he wasn’t about to let it show. he leaned back against the wall, arms crossed, his gaze dark and unwavering. the calm exterior hid the fire raging inside, the heat behind his eyes undeniable, growing hotter with every second.

sunoo, on the other hand, had hit his limit. watching you crumble in jungwon’s arms, he could see where this was headed. the room was like a bomb about to explode, and as usual, sunoo wasn’t about to let things spiral out of control.

with a dramatic sigh, he tore his gaze away from you, but the smirk on his lips showed his reluctance. “you know what?” he said, his voice cutting through the thick tension in the room. “i’m sitting this one out.” his tone was playful, but there was a bitter edge, the frustration clear. “but don’t forget, all of you owe me for stepping back.”

he turned toward the door, each step slow, like he was giving himself a chance to reconsider. but deep down, he knew he wouldn’t. “i’m not about to let you idiots tear me apart if she ends up liking me more,” he muttered, just loud enough for them to hear. his teasing was obvious, but the serious undertone wasn’t lost on anyone.

the door clicked shut behind him, tension crackling like electricity in the air.

“pussies, i’m not sitting this one out,” jake growled, his frustration cutting through the room like a knife as he stalked forward. his eyes were glued to you, fixated on how you clung to jungwon, those soft whimpers spilling from your lips pushing him right to the edge.

jungwon’s grip on you tightened, his eyes snapped to jake, sharp and dangerous. “i told you to wait,” he growled, your soft skin pressed against him, and it was driving him crazy.

jake wasn’t backing down. he stepped closer, his eyes burning with need, that cocky smirk playing on his lips. “fuck waiting. she’s begging for us—begging for me.”

the air between them got heavier, suffocating. jealousy and primal hunger swirled through the room, thick and dangerous.

heeseung growled low in his chest, the sound rumbling deep, but he stayed put, eyes flicking between you and jungwon. he was torn, watching the tension build, waiting to see if this would explode or if he’d have to step in.

you whimpered softly, your hands fisting in jungwon’s shirt, your body trembling as the heat inside you overwhelmed everything. “alpha…” you whispered, voice shaky and desperate, your breath catching as the alphas’ scents mixed in the air, drowning you. your words sent a jolt through all of them, a sharp pulse of desire that pushed their restraint to the brink.

“she’s not yours to take first,” jungwon growled, his voice low and dangerous, eyes locked onto jake, daring him to push further.

jake’s lips curled into a sneer, his eyes gleaming with the challenge. “but i already did, remember?” he shot back, a smug grin tugging at his mouth.

in a flash, jungwon’s free hand shot out, his fingers wrapping around jake’s throat, gripping hard. their faces were inches apart, the air between them crackling with raw, violent energy. jungwon’s grip tightened, fury blazing in his eyes, every bit of calm gone.

“you wanna fucking try me?” jungwon hissed, voice low and dangerous, his body tense with anger. jake’s smirk faltered, but he wasn’t backing down. he grabbed jungwon’s arm, his own alpha instincts kicking in, refusing to let jungwon dominate him. the room buzzed with the need for control, the fight for dominance teetering on the edge of exploding.

before they could tear into each other, sunghoon shoved his way between them.

“guys, not now,” he snapped, voice sharp enough to cut through the heavy air. “if we start fighting, none of us are getting anywhere.”

heeseung stood a few feet away, arms crossed over his chest, watching the scene unfold with amusement flickering in his eyes. the corners of his lips curled into a dark grin as he glanced between jungwon and jake, squaring off like two wolves circling the same prey.

“this is fucking hilarious,” he muttered under his breath, the words low but carrying through the tension-filled room. the rivalry crackling between the two alphas was so thick it was almost tangible, and heeseung, of course, found it more entertaining than concerning.

“heeseung, this isn’t the time,” sunghoon snapped, though the smirk pulling at his own lips betrayed him. even in the madness, there was something absurd about it all—the fight for dominance.

it was all heading toward something dangerous, and yet, part of him couldn’t help but find it amusing, too.

then your soft, broken whimper cut through the tension like a blade, slicing straight to the core of every alpha in the room. in an instant, every gaze snapped back to you, trembling in jungwon’s arms. just like that, the fight dissolved, and they were reminded exactly why they were there. what they wanted.

what they needed.

jungwon growled, his grip on jake’s throat loosening but not completely letting go. his voice was rough, commanding, but when his gaze flickered to you, there was something protective in the way he held you close, a softness that hadn’t been there moments before.

jake let out a sharp breath, the frustration still simmering beneath the surface, but the fight had drained from his body. the hunger, though, that stayed. “fine,” he muttered, eyes dark and desperate, still locked on you. “but don’t expect me to wait forever.”

he didn’t waste a second. with a grunt, he yanked his shirt over his head, tossing it aside without a care. his chest heaved with ragged breaths as he sank onto the sofa, eyes glued to the way your body pressed into jungwon. it felt like karma, being the only alpha who had tasted you before, but not having you now. his hand slid down into his pants, a low groan slipping from his lips as he watched, the need in his eyes burning brighter with every second.

heeseung was next. he moved slowly, his steps deliberate, almost lazy, masking the raging desire in his eyes. he sauntered over to the dining table, grabbed a chair, and flipped it around, straddling it with an easy grace. his arms rested on the backrest, his gaze fixed on you and jungwon with a dark, predatory intensity. the lazy smirk playing on his lips showed he was in no rush—he never was. for now, he was content to watch, but the gleam in his eyes promised that when his turn came, he wouldn’t hold back. not an inch.

sunghoon leaned against the wall, arms crossed over his chest, eyes never leaving you. outwardly, he looked calm, almost indifferent, but the sharpness of his jaw and the way his fingers twitched at his sides told a different story. he was holding himself back, barely, doing everything he could not to cross the room and take what he craved. his patience had its limits, and you were unknowingly pushing them to the brink. the tension radiating off him was palpable, suffocating.

every alpha in the room was focused on you now. the weight of their desire hung thick in the air, making it hard to breathe. the dynamic had shifted—it was no longer about who would assert dominance first, no longer about control. now, it was all about you.

maybe they’d let him go first—after all, he had been the one to touch you first, to feel your warmth pressing against his skin—but jungwon knew better than to think they’d back down. not for him, not for anyone. every alpha in the room was in this, sizing each other up, calculating their next move. the hunger in their eyes was impossible to miss. this wasn’t over. not even close.

“take your time, jungwon,” heeseung’s voice cut through the tension, lazy but sharp, dripping with amusement, though the challenge in it was clear. “we’ve got all night.”

jungwon’s grip on you tightened, his fingers digging into your hips, his resolve hardening at the sound of heeseung’s words. this wasn’t just about you—it was about them too. about proving who had control, who could hold back the longest, who would snap first. the air was heavy, thick with tension, buzzing with a storm of desire that could break at any second.

sunghoon stayed quiet, but the intensity in his gaze was undeniable. his eyes burned with a quiet, simmering hunger, a promise that his patience wasn’t infinite. when he made his move, he wouldn’t hold back. not for you, not for the others. the dark promise in his stillness was clear—when it was his turn, he’d take what he wanted, and nothing would stop him.

the warmth of your skin, the intoxicating scent of you, the way your body trembled in his arms—it was pushing him to the edge, making it harder and harder to hold on.

he leaned in close, his breath hot against your ear, voice low, possessive, dripping with raw need. “you ready for me?” he whispered, and without waiting for an answer, he gave you a firm push backward. you yelped as the back of your knees hit the edge of the sofa, your body collapsing onto the cushions. you lay there, open, vulnerable, ready.

“you want your alpha, don’t you, bunny?” jungwon’s voice was rough, thick with desire as he took his shirt off, tossing it carelessly to the side. his piercing gaze locked onto you, eyes dark with hunger. he was horny, and god, it made you ache. you nodded dreamily, barely able to keep yourself together under the weight of his stare.

and god, you did want him. every part of you screamed for them.

your response was immediate—a desperate whimper escaping your lips as your body arched toward him, craving his touch, craving the release only he could give. you were lost, drowning in the haze of your heat.

the eyes of the others burned into you, watching, waiting, and it made you feel filthy, but you didn’t care. you wanted him, needed him, and the way they looked at you only made it worse. more intense.

jungwon wasted no time. in a flash, he was on top of you, straddling your waist, pinning you down. his hand shot to the back of your neck, fingers tangling in your hair, gripping firmly but not enough to hurt. his growl was low, almost feral, as he yanked you closer, crashing his lips onto yours in a kiss that was nothing short of desperate.

it was raw, intense—a kiss that left you breathless, drowning in him. his lips moved against yours with a wild urgency, his hands pinning your frail arms down, trapping you beneath him as his kiss grew sloppier, hungrier. you could feel his heat, his need, and it only fueled your own.

the kiss was messy, heated, your lips parting as jungwon's tongue slipped inside, exploring, tasting every inch of you. your moans filled the room, a soft, needy sound that echoed through the thick, heavy air, making your skin burn hotter.

the other alphas couldn’t tear their eyes away. their pheromones swirled in the air, amplifying the desire that pulsed between all of you, creating an atmosphere that felt electric. jake, sitting on the couch, let out a guttural groan, eyes glued to the way jungwon's hands roamed your body. his breath came in short, ragged bursts, his hand tightening around himself as he watched, completely entranced by the sight of you coming undone beneath jungwon.

"fuck," heeseung growled from his chair, leaning forward, his eyes dark with hunger. he was watching closely, every movement between you and jungwon making his pulse race. his body reacted to the intensity of what he was seeing, and it was taking everything in him not to give in to the overwhelming urge to join. sunghoon, still against the wall, let out a low hiss, his knuckles white from the tight grip he had on the table’s edge. their combined scents were thick, heavy, intoxicating, swirling in the air and feeding off each other, heightening the raw arousal that filled the room, making it harder for any of them to stay in control.

you could feel their eyes on you, the weight of their desire pressing down as jungwon kissed you deeper, his hands sliding lower, teasing, claiming.

jake’s hand moved faster inside his pants, his breath hitching as he licked his lips, eyes glued to the way jungwon was devouring you with that kiss, like you were the only thing that mattered in the world. "shit, this is fucking hot," he muttered under his breath, his voice thick with lust.

jungwon didn’t care that they were watching. the sweet, desperate little sounds you made only fueled him more as you kissed him back just as hard, as if you were trying to pour every bit of need into him. his grip on you tightened, keeping you close, like he was staking his claim.

he pulled back just enough to press his forehead against yours, breath hot and heavy against your lips. "you want more, don’t you?" he growled, low and possessive, his eyes dark and wild with desire.

you nodded, trembling in his arms, your voice barely a whisper, "more please..."

every alpha in the room tensed, their eyes darkening, breath hitching as the need in the air thickened. but jungwon’s gaze never wavered from you, focused, intense.

"i’ve been waiting for this, bunny," jungwon cooed, his voice low, dripping with danger and promise. he didn’t waste another second, shifting lower, slipping himself between your thighs with a confidence that had your pulse racing. his hands gripped your legs, placing them on his shoulders like he owned the space, like it was his by right.

those dark, predatory eyes of his locked onto your pussy, hungry, and the intensity of his stare had you trembling beneath him. your body betrayed you, your pussy growing wetter by the second, and he let out a low, satisfied moan at how you leaked for him. "fuck, look at you," he rasped, his voice almost reverent, as if seeing you like this, so open and ready, was everything he’d been waiting for.

you knew why. even through the haze of your heat, it wasn’t just the alpha pheromones. it was him. jungwon. you had wanted him since the first day you laid eyes on him. you buried it, forced it down under your responsibilities. but now, with him so close, his breath hot on your skin, nothing else mattered.

“were you?” jungwon teased, his lips curling into a wicked smile as his fingers gripped the hem of your oversized shirt.

"what?" you mumbled, confused, your thoughts scrambled by the haze of your heat.

without a second thought, he tore it in half, the sound of fabric ripping through the heavy air. his eyes gleamed as he looked down at you, voice amused but edged with something far darker. “don’t you wonder how good i could’ve made you feel if jake hadn’t stepped in that day?” his tone dripped with possessiveness. “you’d be crying so hard, bunny… i’d have you fucked dumb on my cock.”

his words sent a shiver through you, your body reacting instinctively to the dominance in his voice, the promise of pure euphoria.

jake’s smirk widened, his hand slipping deeper into his pants as he watched, clearly getting off on the sight of you being cornered by jungwon. the hunger in his eyes only grew darker, the twisted pleasure of watching unfolding in every flicker of his gaze.

jungwon let out a low, dangerous growl, his hand sliding up your bare skin, eyes blazing with control. “try not to run away,” he whispered, confidence dripping from every word.

his voice dropped lower, for jake, for every alpha in the room to hear. “watch closely,” he taunted, his eyes gleaming with possessiveness. “you’ll see exactly who she belongs to.” his eyes darkened with intent, his gaze locked onto your trembling form. without hesitation, his hand reached for your soaked panties, fingers gripping the fabric tightly, making it stretch and sing against your skin as he pulled it up. the friction struck your wet folds, a sharp reminder of how needy you were, before he tore them apart with a swift motion. the sound of the rip echoed in the room..

fuck, it made you shudder.

jungwon paused briefly, the torn fabric clutched in his hand, his dark eyes flicking to you before he brought your ruined panties to his nose, inhaling deeply. his eyes fluttered shut, a low growl rumbling from deep in his chest as your scent flooded his senses, his primal need taking over. the sound made your entire body flush, heat pooling in your core as your mind spun from the raw intensity of his desire.

“fuck, bunny,” jungwon exhaled, biting his lip, his voice thick with lust as he tossed the fabric aside. the panties landed near heeseung, who had been watching with dark interest, his eyes gleaming. without missing a beat, heeseung bent down, almost too casually, and picked them up. his fingers lingered over the fabric for a moment before pocketing them with a knowing smirk, his gaze never leaving you.

jungwon’s smirk grew, wicked and full of intent as he teased your soaked pussy with his fingers. he didn’t give you a moment to adjust, swiping in and out of you with a rough rhythm, the slick sound of your wetness filling the room, each thrust sending a jolt of pleasure through your body. “leaking for me and not for jake?” his voice was low, dripping with danger, each word making you tremble as his fingers slid through your arousal.

his eyes flicked over to jake, who sat on the sofa, his hand buried deep in his pants, jaw clenched tight with frustration, eyes burning with desire. “aw, that’s gonna make jake sad,” jungwon taunted, his smirk widening as his fingers pressed deeper, knowing jake was forced to watch as he took what he wanted.

“after he ate you out? now that i’m here, i’m the one you want, baby?” jungwon’s voice dripped with cruelty, the smirk on his lips widening as he watched you unravel beneath him, his fingers never pausing their relentless assault. your arousal coated his knuckles, dripping with each thrust. he took a brief pause, lifting his hand to his lips, licking your juices off his fingers with a slow, deliberate motion. his eyes fluttered closed, savoring the taste, moaning low in his throat as if it was the most delicious thing he’d ever had.

then, his gaze snapped back to you, sharp and cold, filled with nothing but raw jealousy. “you were moaning so loud when he had his tongue on you, didn’t even look at me, bunny,” he said, his voice cutting through the haze of pleasure. there was no warmth in his tone—just a possessive need to remind you who you really belonged to.

his slick, juiced-up hand slid up your body, trailing across your stomach, then slowly up to the valley between your breasts. before you could react, his palm slapped against your tits, the sharp sting sending a shock through your system. your breath hitched as his fingers curled around your throat, the grip tight enough to remind you who was in control, tight enough to make you squirm.

jungwon’s gaze locked onto yours as he slowly leveled with your eyes, his broad shoulders casting a shadow over you, his entire presence overpowering. his eyes were dark and wild, filled with raw, unfiltered possessiveness. “that’s not what a good girl would do,” he whispered, his lips hovering just inches from yours, his voice low and dripping with dominance. each word teased you with every breath, making your entire body tremble beneath him, desperate for more.

“you’re not a good girl, are you?” jungwon’s voice dripped with dominance, each word pulling you further under his control. you whimpered, completely at his mercy, his grip over every inch of you undeniable. "come on, bunny. tell me, do you want me to fuck you?"

before you could even answer, sunghoon’s laugh cut through the tension, his arms crossed as he leaned casually against the wall. "already?" he smirked, clearly entertained.

heeseung, lounging back in his chair with his legs spread wide, chuckled. "at least make her suck your cock first," he said lazily, his eyes fixed on you, watching your every reaction like he was savoring every second of it.

jake scoffed, his hand moving inside his pants with more urgency now, his frustration bubbling over. "shit, if i was jungwon, i'd nut in her already."

jungwon chuckled lowly, their teasing only adding fuel to his confidence. he had the upper hand, and the smug look on his face made it clear he knew it. "say what you want, assholes," he sneered, his eyes flicking back to you, full of hunger. "but i’m the one who won, because i get to fuck her before any of you."

jungwon looked back down at you, his hands gripping your thighs firmly, spreading you wide as he nudged his hips between your legs. your heart raced as your gaze dropped, catching sight of his length for the first time. thick, veiny and god, it was curved to perfectly hit just the right spot, one that'll have you shaking. so fucking pretty. but he was huge, panic surged through you, your eyes widening in alarm, but that only seemed to fuel him more, a wicked grin tugging at his lips. "what’s the matter, bunny?" he taunted, voice dripping with desire. "too much for you?" the flicker of panic in your eyes only made him hungrier, his grip tightening as he pressed his hips closer.

he lined himself up, fingers digging into your hips with a possessive force. without hesitation, he thrust in, bottoming out in one smooth, powerful stroke that made you cry out, the sound of your moan filling the room. you could feel him deep, pressing into your stomach, stretching you in a way that left your body trembling.

the obscene sound of his cock sliding through your soaked folds echoed through the room. as soon as he was fully sheathed inside you, your juices spilled out, slicking the base of his cock, dripping onto the sofa beneath you.

heeseung’s eyes rolled back at the sight, a low groan rumbling from his chest, while sunghoon moved closer, unable to look away, his eyes locked on where you were joined. jake, already halfway out of his pants, grunted in frustration, stroking himself faster as he watched with barely contained hunger, his own restraint slipping with every second.

"fuck, she’s taking your cock so well," sunghoon muttered, his voice thick with need, eyes never leaving your body as it writhed beneath jungwon.

“she's dripping,” heeseung muttered, his eyes glued to the way your body trembled beneath jungwon, completely lost in the moment. "shit, can't wait to be balls deep in that."

jungwon grinned down at you, his hips rolling slowly, savoring the way you clenched around him. “told you, bunny… you’re mine now. this pussy is all mine.”

jungwon was big—way bigger than you’d expected—and the moment he filled you, your body reacted instinctively, the heat and intensity of his presence sending your mind into a haze. he was knocking the air out of you with how strong he was.

your eyes rolled back, jaw slack as the pleasure overwhelmed you. the stretch, the fullness—it was all too much and yet not enough.

jungwon moaned, a deep, guttural sound that sent shivers down your spine. he stared down at you, completely mesmerized by your fucked-out expression—your eyes fluttering, lips parted, your body begging for more.

seeing you like this, so pretty and ruined beneath him, flipped a switch inside him.

he lost all restraint.

"fuck," he growled, his jaw going slack as he watched your body arch under him. jungwon’s hips snapped forward, the sound of skin slapping against skin filling the room as he pounded into you with a wild, relentless rhythm.

each thrust was harder than the last, his cock hitting that perfect spot inside you over and over, making you cry out, pleasure and desperation mixing with every gasp.

“look at you,” he rasped, voice dripping with possessiveness. “so fucking pretty… your pussy is taking my cock so well.”

jungwon growled again, his arms wrapping tightly around your waist, pulling you against his chest as he kept thrusting into you with an almost brutal pace. his heat radiated off him, his sweat mingling with yours as you buried your face against his neck, breathing him in—his scent, his desperation, the way his body trembled with the intensity of holding back.

“fuck, you feel so good around me, baby,” jungwon cursed, his voice thick with need. “your pussy’s so wet for me, so fucking tight, leaking all over my cock… god, you’re fucking perfect.”

each thrust sent you higher, your body tightening around him with every snap of his hips, the slick sound of your arousal driving him wilder.

he felt it all—the way you pulsed around him, how hot it was inside you. the way your juices soaked his cock with every stroke—and it was unraveling him. the frustration, the desire, the need he’d been holding back for so long—it was all pouring out now, and he couldn’t stop. as much as he wanted to take his time, the monster in him just had to be let loose, he was like a fucking machine.

“tell me, bunny,” jungwon growled into your ear, his voice rough and breathless. “tell me how much you love this cock. i want to hear you say it.”

you didn’t even hesitate, your voice breaking as you moaned, “i love it—fuck, i love your cock, jungwon… it feels so fucking good… deeper, please… fill me up, make me your slut.”

the room seemed to vibrate with tension at your words. heeseung, sunghoon, and jake groaned in unison, their eyes glued to you, growing more impatient with every second. watching you come undone under jungwon’s relentless pace, your body moving with him, it was enough to drive them insane.

“she’s fucking loud, isn’t she?” jake muttered, rubbing his palm over the bulge in his pants, practically drooling at the sight of you.

“the way she’s talking, you're fucking filthy, y/n.” heeseung added, his voice tight, “it’s driving me fucking crazy.”

sunghoon gritted his teeth, fists clenched at his sides. his eyes dark and locked on where jungwon was wrecking you, each thrust making you cry out in pure pleasure.

jungwon was in heaven, his face twisted in pure, unfiltered ecstasy as he felt his cock thicken inside your slick heat, every inch of you squeezing him perfectly, pulling him closer to the edge. each thrust was more desperate than the last as the pressure inside him built up, ready to explode.

and then you said it, your voice low and needy, “pump me full of your seed, jungwon… i want it. i want you to knot me.”

he froze for a second, your words hitting him like a truck. his grip on your waist tightened, nails digging into your skin as he growled deep in his throat, something raw flashing in his eyes.

his cock throbbed inside you, the thought of filling you up, marking you in front of the others, showing them all that you were his—it consumed him.

but then he heard heeseung’s voice, low and warning, cutting through his haze. “don’t even think about it, won.”

jake, still palming himself, groaned, “you’re not dumb, man. this isn’t the time to knock her up.”

sunghoon’s gaze flicked between you and jungwon, his tone sharp. “you better fucking hold back, or i won’t.”

jungwon knew they were right.

this wasn’t supposed to be permanent. it was about helping you through your heat, not claiming you for good. but fuck, he wanted to. your scent, your moans, the way your body begged for him—it was pushing him to the brink.

“i shouldn’t,” jungwon muttered, his fingers tightening on your hips as he buried himself deeper inside you. “i shouldn’t… but fuck, you’d look so pretty carrying my pups.”

he was fighting it, fighting the instinct screaming at him to make you his. but your needy moans, the way you moved against him, made it harder and harder to hold on.

"jungwon," you whimpered, voice shaky as you writhed beneath him. "please… i want all of it, fill me with your cum. want your pups, alpha."

"fuck," jungwon growled, his breath hot against your skin as he buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your scent like it was the only thing keeping him from losing it completely.

sunghoon, still leaning against the wall, watching with that dark intensity, finally snapped. “keep talking like that, and when it’s my turn, you’re fucked.”

his words were rough, aggressive, sending a shiver through you. jungwon’s control was slipping fast, and he could feel how wet you were, how tight you clenched around him. resisting was getting impossible.

“oh god, i really shouldn’t, bunny… but fuck, you want me so bad, don’t you? i knew it. knew you’d go crazy for my cock, shit,” jungwon gasped, his voice hoarse, his eyes wild with need.

jungwon was right on the edge, his dick swelling, the knot beginning to form, and he could feel himself losing control as you screamed beneath him, your voice raw and pornographic, filling the room. "yes! oh god, keep fucking me-" you growled, each sound you made was like fuel to the fire burning inside him. the others were watching, and fuck, it was getting harder and harder to stop.

his cock throbbed, every instinct screaming at him to knot you, to claim you fully, but somehow, in that last moment of clarity, he pulled himself back from the brink. with a growl of frustration, he stopped himself just before the knot could tighten, gritting his teeth as his body shook with the effort.

"fuck," jungwon cursed under his breath, his voice rough and strained as he quickly pulled out of you, his cock twitching as the release hit him hard.

thick ropes of his cum shot across your stomach, some splashing against your breasts, even a few landing on your face. the sheer intensity of it made his body jerk, his breath coming in ragged gasps as he fought to regain control.

you, still dazed and panting, felt the warmth of his cum on your skin. as a few drops landed near your lips, you instinctively licked them, tasting him, your eyes fluttering closed for a moment in bliss.

"fuck, y/n," jake groaned, his voice thick with lust, watching as you licked the remnants of jungwon’s cum. "goddamn."

jungwon, still catching his breath, looked down at you, a mix of possessiveness and pride in his eyes. "could’ve marked you," he muttered, his voice low, "but fuck, you look good like this."

heeseung, leaning forward from his seat, smirked as he watched the scene unfold, his eyes dark with amusement. "damn, jungwon. that was close."

sunghoon, though silent, couldn’t tear his eyes away from the way your body trembled, still feeling the aftershocks of jungwon’s touch. but jungwon didn’t give him, or anyone else, the chance to take over.

jungwon wasted no time, leaning back down to capture your lips in another kiss, his body going limp over you as he pressed himself closer. your bodies were a tangled heap of sweat and heat, his skin sticking to yours as he devoured your mouth with a hunger that bordered on desperate.

he kissed you like he’d been waiting his whole life for this moment, his lips moving with a fierceness that left you breathless, yet soft enough that it felt like he was savoring every second. his hands roamed your body possessively, and you melted into his touch, your own fingers tangled in his damp hair as you pulled him closer.

"good girl," he whispered between kisses, his voice hoarse with emotion. "you were so fucking good… so fucking perfect." his lips were back on yours before you could respond, devouring you all over again.

it wasn’t just lust—it was something more, something that felt like he was trying to pour all of his unspoken feelings into the kiss.

heeseung leaned back in his chair, watching with an amused smirk. “jungwon’s really not letting her go, huh?” his voice was low, but there was no denying the admiration in his tone.

sunghoon crossed his arms, still staring at you with an unreadable expression. “yeah, honestly. i thought i'd hate it, but i don't completely dislike it. it was pretty hot... but only because of y/n.” his voice had an edge to it, like he was battling the urge to jump in, but for now, he just waited, eyes locked on the scene unfolding in front of him.

but your elation doesn’t last long. the moment jungwon pulls away, your body betrays you, the heat returning with a vengeance. your skin feels like it’s on fire, every nerve tingling as waves of need crash through you. the pleasure you just experienced only seemed to intensify the ache building inside you. your mind, already hazy, sinks deeper into that primal, desperate omega state—aching for more, craving touch, unable to resist the pull.

jungwon, still catching his breath, presses a final kiss to your lips before stepping back, his eyes dark with satisfaction. he didn’t want to stop, didn’t want to leave you. he could go for so many more rounds, but for now, he plays fair. they’d all agreed to take turns, but the hunger in his gaze made it clear that he was already planning his next move. the others? they were thinking the same, every single one of them plotting how to keep on fucking you. not stopping until you're completely passed out and spent.

he notices the way you tremble, your breath coming in shallow pants, your body still so desperate for more. a low, knowing chuckle escapes him as he brushes his lips against your forehead in one last, lingering kiss. "still horny?" his voice is low, teasing, but there’s a tenderness there too, like he almost doesn’t want to let you go.

you whimpered, barely able to catch your breath, every inch of your body burning with need, and he knew it. jungwon stepped aside, giving the others room, knowing this was only the beginning. your heat was far from over, and they all had their own desires to satisfy.

but he does, eventually. breaking away from you with a sigh, already plenty satisfied—for now.

"she’s all yours," jungwon said, wiping sweat from his brow. but there was a warning in his voice, a reminder that this was far from the end.

heeseung's eyes darkened as he took in the sight of you, trembling and breathless, sweat beading on your skin. his cock twitched at the idea of being next. the hunger in him was undeniable as he rose from his seat, towering over you. his movements were slow, deliberate—like a predator closing in on its prey.

"don’t mind if i do," heeseung murmured, his voice low and filled with raw desire.

jungwon headed toward the kitchen, grabbing a bottle of water for himself and one for you. but before he could hand it over, heeseung intercepted him, snatching the bottle from jungwon's hand with a smirk. there was no mistaking the tension between them. heeseung was taking over now.

"she’s gonna need this more than you think," heeseung muttered, his voice a low growl as he pulled you into a sitting position. you slumped against him, your body exhausted, still trembling from the intensity of your orgasm.

your chest heaved, your breaths shaky and uneven. heeseung pressed the cold bottle to your lips. "drink," he commanded, his tone leaving no room for argument. the water was cold, soothing, as you gulped it down, your throat dry and parched.

heeseung watched you with a sharp, unyielding gaze, his thumb brushing over your cheek as he tilted the bottle, ensuring you drank every drop. "good girl," he murmured, satisfaction lacing his voice. "you’re gonna need your strength."

when you finished, he tossed the bottle aside without a second thought, his hands sliding down your body. his breath was hot against your ear as he whispered, "don’t think for a second i’m going easy on you just because you’re tired."

"heeseung—" you tried to moan his name, but he silenced you with his hand clamping over your mouth. the room fell into an almost eerie silence, the only sound your muffled breaths beneath his grip.

heeseung leaned in closer, his lips brushing your neck as he growled low, primal. his hot breath against your skin sent a shiver down your spine. slowly, his tongue dragged up your throat, leaving a wet trail that made your knees buckle. but he held you steady, his grip on your waist tight, keeping you upright even as your body melted into his.

he pulled back just enough to hover his lips above yours, his eyes locking onto yours with dark, possessive intent. "you’re mine right now, got it?" he growled, his voice commanding. "not a fucking sound unless i say so."

his words hung in the air, thick with authority. your heart raced, the heat between you almost unbearable. without thinking, you nodded, and the second you did, he released your mouth, though his other hand kept a firm grip on your waist, holding you in place.

"good girl," he murmured, satisfaction dripping from his words. "let’s see how well you can listen."

his hand moved lower, trailing over your skin, sending jolts of electricity through your body. his eyes stayed fixed on yours, watching every reaction, a smirk playing on his lips. each touch ignited something deeper inside you, and you couldn’t help but tremble beneath him.

"you’re so fucking perfect like this," he growled, his fingers sliding down, teasing the edge of your ruined clothes. with one swift motion, he ripped away the last of the fabric, leaving you exposed, vulnerable, completely at his mercy.

"all for me."

heeseung leans in, his breath scorching against your neck, his tongue tracing a slow, deliberate stripe up your skin once more, savoring the taste of you. the thought of marking you right now, making you his in front of the others, burns through him like a wildfire. his grip on you tightens, possessive.

"say my name when—" he starts, his voice commanding, but before he can finish, you instinctively part your lips, ready to obey, ready to give him exactly what he wants. but he doesn’t let you.

his hand snaps up, gripping your chin firmly, cutting you off before a single word escapes. the growl rumbling from his throat sends a ripple of tension through the room. every alpha is on edge, their eyes fixed on the scene unfolding, their bodies twitching with barely contained frustration as they watch heeseung claim his place over you.

you feel the heat radiating from him, the raw power in his grip as his fingers dig into your skin, forcing you to meet his gaze. his lips curl into a dark, amused smile, the kind that makes your stomach flip with both fear and desire. he’s toying with you, dragging this out just because he can, just because he knows you’re hanging on the edge, desperate for him to take you over the brink.

"not yet," heeseung chuckles, the sound low, dangerous, sending a chill down your spine. "i’ll let you know when."

behind him, the other alphas were losing patience. sunghoon, still leaning against the wall, let out a sharp sigh, his arms crossed tightly over his chest. his frustration was palpable, his eyes dark with growing impatience as he watched the scene unfold.

"heeseung, come on," he muttered, his voice edged with irritation. "we’re all fucking waiting."

heeseung didn’t flinch. without hesitation, he threw a sharp glance over his shoulder, his eyes narrowing with a dangerous glint. "shut up and watch," he snapped, his tone cold, cutting through the tension like a blade. the authority in his voice left no room for argument, and the air around them buzzed with an unspoken challenge.

everyone knew better than to push him when he was like this.

then his attention snapped back to you, his gaze softening just a fraction, though the hunger in his eyes burned even hotter than before. you sat on the sofa, legs trembling, trying to steady yourself, but the heat in your body wouldn’t relent.

heeseung's fingers trailed lightly over your skin, teasing the sensitive flesh of your thighs. each touch was like fire, sending small shivers through your body, making you squirm beneath him. his fingertips pinched your skin here and there, gentle yet possessive, like he was holding himself back, fighting the urge to manhandle you roughly. not yet—not until he knew you were ready for just how intense he could be.

his eyes stayed locked on your face, drinking in every little reaction you gave him—the way your lashes fluttered, the soft whimpers slipping from your lips, and that sharp gasp you made when his grip on your thigh tightened suddenly, harsher than before. you jumped under his touch, and a small, satisfied smile curled his lips.

you were perfect.

heeseung grabs your forearm roughly, dragging you toward the chair he'd been lounging in earlier. the force in his grip makes your heart race, and before you know it, you're pulled effortlessly onto his lap, your back pressed firmly against his chest. his nose nuzzles into the nape of your neck, sending a shiver down your spine as you feel the hardness of his cock through his pajamas. the heat of it makes your excitement flare, your body already responding to the closeness.

you don’t resist. in fact, you love this seat. your body melts into his embrace, sinking into the warmth and the tension between you both. heeseung’s arms wrap around you, holding you in place like you belonged there. one hand moves to your throat, his fingers gripping just tight enough to send a thrill through you. his breath fans against your skin as he inhales deeply, savoring your scent one last time before things spiral.

the room feels electric, his body hot against yours, and you can’t help but arch into him slightly, craving more.

jungwon, perched casually on the kitchen island, watches the two of you with a smirk tugging at the corners of his lips. his eyes track every movement, lingering on the way heeseung’s hands grip your body, the way you respond to him. pride flickers in his expression, but there’s something deeper simmering beneath the surface—tension, or maybe anticipation.

his chest is bare, his muscles flexing subtly as he leans back on his arms, the confidence radiating off him in waves. his gaze flicks between you and heeseung, taking in every detail with sharp, calculated focus. he knows exactly where this is going, and the smirk on his lips only widens, as if he's already planning his next move.

heeseung’s hands grip your thighs, strong and commanding, hooking his fingers under your knees as he spreads your legs wide. he does it with ease, exposing you completely, your dripping pussy on full display for everyone. your heart pounds, and you can’t help the moan that slips past your lips, high-pitched and desperate, echoing through the room.

there’s no shame left, no hesitation—just raw, unfiltered desire. heeseung was also strong, by the way it was easy carry your weight. you can feel it, the way heeseung enjoys this, the way his hands grip you tighter, his chest rumbling with quiet satisfaction. he loves the power he has over you, the way he’s put you on display, laid bare for them all to see.

"fuck," jake mutters, his voice tight, eyes glued to the sight of your pussy, looking already overstimulated by how jungwon was at it earlier. his cock twitches at the sight of you, helpless and needy in heeseung’s lap, and he can’t tear his eyes away. "spread her pussy." jake whispers, "please."

heeseung’s grip tightens even more as his fingers slide down to your pussy, his touch burning into your skin. with a slow, deliberate motion, he uses his thumbs to spread your slick folds, exposing you fully to the room. the heat of his touch makes you quiver, your body trembling in his lap as he holds you open for everyone to see.

“fuck, look at you,” heeseung growls softly, his voice dripping with pride as he feels the way you react to him, the way your body shudders under his command.

jake’s breath hitches, his eyes darkening as he watches intently, his hand moving to adjust himself through his pants, his voice strained. “shit, that’s perfect… so fucking perfect.”

sunghoon leans forward, his gaze locked on you, barely able to keep his composure. “she’s shaking,” he murmurs, almost to himself, his voice low and rough. “you’re making her fucking tremble.”

the burning touch of heeseung’s fingers sends waves of heat coursing through you, making you moan helplessly. your body reacts instinctively, arching into his touch, completely at his mercy.

“you love this,” heeseung whispers, his lips brushing against your neck.

“being spread out for them to see, you dirty dirty girl.” in a swift motion, he releases one hold on your right thigh before pulling out his member from his pajamas, positioning himself at your entrance as he teased your pussy. sliding it up and down your folds almost too slowly for your liking.

"want me to fuck you wide open in front of them?"

the other alphas watch in tense silence, while sunghoon clenches his jaw, stepping closer. his hands twitch with barely-restrained jealousy, and jake lets out a low groan, already half-hard again despite coming not long ago when jungwon was balls deep in you, fucking you hard like his life depended on it.

sunghoon was losing it.

“could you go any fucking slower?” he snaps, irritation spilling over. “hurry the fuck up, or she's gonna pass out before you even get a chance to fuck her.” yeah, it was a weak shot, but he didn’t care. sunghoon was barely holding it together. heeseung was dragging things out, and jungwon had already took his sweet time earlier. what if you’re too worn out by the time it’s his turn? the thought was making him restless, his patience wearing thin.

heeseung chuckles, his hands sliding down to grip your waist as he grinds against you again, pulling more desperate sounds from your lips.

"now," heeseung growls, his breath hot against your skin, teeth grazing your neck as he bites down, leaving another mark, "say my name."

you gasp, body trembling in his hold. "heeseung," you whisper, barely able to catch your breath. the sound of his name coming from you makes him shudder, his eyes rolling back in pure satisfaction.

"say, 'heeseung, please fuck me with your big fat cock,'" he commands, knowing you’ll follow through. you’re always such a good girl.

"hee, please... fuck me with your big fat cock, shit- fuck me open," you whimper, voice soft but needy. the second the words leave your mouth, he smirks. his hand slips between your thighs, positioning himself right at your entrance, tapping his swollen tip as it heavily tapped against your wet folds.

you gasp, trembling in his arms, feeling the frustration build. "i... i did what you wanted, put it in—" you barely manage, breathless, trying to get a look at his face, his pretty face you were dying to see if he was also as turned on as you, even as you try to crane your neck, the position was making it difficult.

heeseung shoots the alphas a look, daring them to challenge him, knowing exactly how to push their buttons. his fingers find your clit, rubbing it just right, and the sudden rush makes you jolt, sensitivity hitting hard. you try to move, to escape his grip, but the second you do, he’s already pushing into you, the stretch so intense it rips a scream from your throat, your jaw going slack as your eyes roll back.

each thrust hits deep, your stomach tightening, body trembling as the pleasure overwhelms you. you can feel the orgasm building fast, your legs shaking uncontrollably, and you try to push him away, but heeseung’s grip is solid, caging you in his arms like he’s never letting go.

“oh fuck,” you whimper, barely able to breathe, letting yourself go as heeseung pounds into you at a relentless pace. you feel the alphas watching, eyes locked on you, their expressions dazed as they watch you fall apart under heeseung’s control. the intensity of it all pushes you over the edge, and you squirt, body convulsing, tears streaming down your face from the overwhelming sensation.

but heeseung doesn’t stop, not even for a second, driving you through the pleasure, fucking you harder, faster, as if he’s proving a point to everyone watching.

"fuck, baby, already squirting?" heeseung growls, holding you tight as your body shakes, any control you had slipping away completely. "you fucking love this, don’t you? you're mine. say it, and i’ll make it even better."

“i-i, fucking love it," you gasped, "shit, slow down- please... it's too much,” you moan, your voice breaking, clinging to him like he’s the only thing keeping you grounded.

heeseung groans low in his throat, the sound vibrating through you as your soaked body grips his cock, each thrust making the wet, obscene noises echo in the room. his hands dig into your hips, pulling you closer, his control fraying with every grind.

"fuck, you’re so tight," he hisses, voice rough as he grabs a fistful of your hair, yanking your head back so your body is pressed against his chest. his lips are on your neck, sucking hard enough to send shivers through your whole body.

oh, he could just mark you right now.

just as his teeth graze your skin, jake’s voice cuts through the moment. "don’t even fucking think about it," jake snaps, eyes dark with jealousy and frustration. his fists are clenched as he watches heeseung, clearly pissed as he hovers right on the edge of losing it.

heeseung pulls back just enough to smirk at jake, not fully letting go of you. his breath is hot against your ear as he whispers, "he’s mad, but he can’t stop me." then his tongue trails along your neck again, his body pressing harder into yours.

he forces your hips to grind down on him even harder. "you like that, baby?" he groans, voice thick with lust as he feels you trembling above him. the slick sounds of your bodies moving together are pushing him closer to the edge. "ride me harder."

meanwhile, sunghoon’s hands are twitching at his sides, his jaw clenched as he watches, silent but burning with desire and frustration, unable to tear his eyes away.

before you can even grind harder on heeseung's thick cock, a sharp tug yanks your head back, and you’re met with sunghoon’s furious gaze. jealousy burns in his eyes. "enough," he growls, voice low and rough. "it’s my turn."

you pant, meeting sunghoon’s intense stare, your heat still raging through you, but even as he tries to pull you away, your body refuses to move. you're not letting go of heeseung, not after everything he’s giving you. "no," you gasp, the word slipping out before you can stop it.

"i want heeseung."

sunghoon’s grip tightens in your hair, his face twisting with anger. "what did you just say?" he snarls, pulling you closer, frustration clear in every tense muscle.

heeseung just leans back, still buried deep inside you, his expression smug as hell. "you heard her," he says lazily, wiping the sweat from his brow before flashing sunghoon a victorious grin.

"looks like she still wants more, sunghoon. she doesn’t even see you right now."

sunghoon’s face darkens, his whole body rigid with fury, but heeseung keeps going, mocking him with that arrogant smirk. “and i’m not done with her yet.”

sunghoon is fuming, rage boiling just under the surface, but heeseung knows he’s won this round. he pulls you back into his arms, and you cling to him instinctively, your body too far gone to care about anything else.

"you look like you’re about to cry," heeseung teases, his voice full of arrogance, eyes locked on sunghoon. "sorry, but i’m the one she wants." the tension in the room thickens, the alphas’ eyes on you, their jealousy almost suffocating.

but all you can focus on is heeseung—his body pressing into yours, the heat of him, his cock still deep inside you, sending shockwaves of desire through your body like fire.

your breathing is ragged, chest heaving as you look up at him, eyes hazy with lust. "don’t stop, keep fucking me," you plead, your voice shaking, desperate. "harder, heeseung. please, use my pussy... don’t stop now."

his eyes darken, and his grip on your waist tightens like your words just flipped a switch in him. “oh, you want it rough, baby?” he growls, his breath hot against your ear. "i can do that."

without wasting a second, he stands up, cock still sheathed inside you as he walks towards the sofa, heesung doesn't even see jake and sunghoon sitting there just a feet away. fuck, he just wanted to keep on fucking you.

he sets you down effortlessly, putting you on all fours with your face pressed into the cushions. heeseung's hands dig into your hips, hard enough to leave marks, and he lines himself up before slamming into you with one brutal thrust. the sound of skin slapping against skin fills the room, and you let out a moan, your body arching into him.

"fuck," heeseung groans, his voice thick with pleasure. "you're so tight... you love this, don’t you? being used like a little slut in front of them?" every word is followed by another deep, relentless thrust that makes your body tremble. his hand comes down on your ass, gripping it hard, loving the way you bounce back against him.

"yes, fuck, yes!" you cry out, fingers digging into the cushions as you push back into him, needing more. "i love it, hee, i fucking love it."

heeseung’s pace picks up, his thrusts getting rougher, more desperate, as he pounds into you without mercy. "that's it, baby," he growls, voice raw with lust. "take it... take every fucking inch."

behind you, the other alphas are locked in, eyes fixed on the way you’re unraveling beneath heeseung. jake lets out a low, frustrated groan, his cock pressing painfully against his pants, unable to tear his gaze away from the scene in front of him.

jungwon, lounging casually as if he’s not affected, is silently taking it all in, clearly enjoying the show. but the way you’re begging for heeseung stirs something competitive in him. "looks like he’s not holding back now," he murmurs, voice dripping with amusement. "think she’s got anything left for you after that, sunghoon? dude’s literally fucking her brains out."

his words hang in the air, taunting sunghoon, who’s barely keeping it together, fists clenched, eyes burning with frustration as he watches heeseung claim you with no sign of slowing down.

you barely register the others, your mind completely lost in the overwhelming pleasure heeseung is giving you. every thrust sends you spiraling closer to the edge, your body trembling as your pussy clenches around him, tension building in your core, tighter and tighter. you're right there, on the brink of falling apart, and heeseung knows it. he can feel it in every desperate moan, every gasp you let out.

his smirk only deepens, clearly unaffected by sunghoon’s earlier threat. heeseung’s focus is locked on you, his thrusts sharp and precise, hitting that perfect spot that steals your breath and pulls another needy sound from your lips. "you hear that?" heeseung whispers, his voice low and teasing. "hear how good your pussy sounds taking my cock?"

"sunghoon thinks he can make you forget about me. think he can? come on, baby, use your words."

his words send a shiver down your spine, your whole body reacting to the way he talks to you, like he already owns you. your legs are shaking, your arms barely holding you up. "hee," you moan, your voice cracking with desperation, "i- i can’t... you fuck me so good... i- oh fuck..."

sunghoon’s eyes are glued to you, dark and intense, like he’s daring you to answer, daring you to defy him. there’s a silent threat in his gaze, but he knows the truth—unless he steps in, unless he makes you feel what only he can, he’s not winning this round.

it wasn’t enough to just watch anymore. he needed to make you understand how he could tear you apart, leave you trembling and begging for more.

for sunghoon, this wasn’t just about taking turns—it was a fucking competition. if jungwon and jake were rivals, heeseung was his. they’d always had that tension, even as best friends, pushing each other in ways that no one else could.

maybe it was because heeseung was always the first to act, always more confident, while sunghoon preferred to toy with you, to tease until you broke. but this time? this time the teasing wasn’t working.

and that burned him.

his usual game wasn’t enough to break you, and he knew it. the frustration was barely hidden now, like a spark turning into a full-blown fire.

"aw, you gonna cum for me, baby? let sunghoon see how hard you come on my cock," heeseung pants, his fingers digging deep into your hips as he pounds into you harder, each thrust driving deeper. "yeah? does it feel good? i love fucking this pussy, it’s so good for me."

"yes, i'm gonna... so deep—fuck!" his words are all it takes to send you over the edge. a loud, broken moan tears out of you, your body convulsing, your pussy clenching tight as the most intense orgasm crashes over you. your vision blurs, your body shaking uncontrollably as wave after wave of pleasure floods through you.

"fuck, y/n," heeseung groans, feeling you tighten around him, and it pushes him to his limit. his hips snap forward one last time, burying himself deep inside you as he cums, hot and thick, filling you up until it’s dripping down your thighs.

still panting, his hands gripping your hips like he’s not ready to let go, he leans down and presses a soft kiss to the back of your neck. "that’s just a taste of what i can do, baby," he whispers, his voice low and satisfied. "i could fuck you even better than that."

but even as he pulls out, leaving you trembling and spent, you can feel the eyes of the other alphas still on you, their desire burning just as hot. this wasn’t over—not even close.

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୨ ❪ THE STORY OF YOU AND I ❫ ୧

𝒾 … THE RELATiONSHiPS BETWEEN EN- & MILA

정원 ៸៸    JUNGWON     ꗃ

🌸  ⁞ ً    JUNGWON + MiLA = WONMi . . .    black cat      &      golden retriever    ﹆ 〴   affectionately named , bobaz ❪ their eyes looks like boba ❫

﹟ WONMi THiNGS ‣ back hugs, cheek pokes & pecks, late night walks, random weverse lives, using weverse comment sections as a chat room, dimples appreciation, matching phone stickers, oversized hoodies, playing with each other's hair

﹟ CONTACTS ‣

hers = 부인 ❪ wife ❫

his = 고양원이🐱🩷 ❪ kitty-wonie ❫

﹟ TRiViA ‣

i.   they met as trainees. jungwon forgot his wallet while at a convenience store and mila happened to be right behind him, so she offered to pay for his food. ever since then, he's had this sort of puppy crush on her.

ii.  mila was the first one to reach out to him, and ever since then he would follow her around everywhere.  she would be like "wonie, let's go to __" and he would be like "okay" without second thought.

iii.  she's absolutely whipped for him: loves to cuddle him because of how fluffy he is, and kisses his cheeks every chance he gets. she literally showers him with affection.

iv.  he gets really sulky when she's not paying attention to him. is the type to bother her in subtle ways like playing with her hair/poking her/laying his head on her lap while she's talking to other people.

v.   despite being older, she's more of an escape than a role model — and he prefers it that way, because it makes them feel closer than simply noona and a dongsaeng. she's his comfort person, for sure.

희승 ៸៸    HEESEUNG     ꗃ

🌸 ⁞ ً HEESEUNG + MiLA = SEUNGMi / MiSEUNG . . . she  fell  first & he  fell  harder ﹆〴 affectionately named ,  cardz ❪ he’s the ace and she’s the wildcard ❫

﹟ SEUNGMi THiNGS ‣    head pats, making playlists together, neck kisses, height difference, linking pinkies,    afternoon naps,  arcade dates, couple bracelets, eskimo kisses,   cheek-pinching, bear hugs, sleeping in while everyone tries to wake them up

﹟ CONTACTS ‣ 

hers  =   나의 사랑 😘  ❪ my love ❫

his  =   희뜽이 오빠 🐹🩷  ❪ heeddeungie-oppa ❫

﹟ TRiViA ‣

 i. they met as trainees through kiara, who introduced them. she was pretty shy around him at first (because she had a lowkey crush on him). but he had a girlfriend at the time, so she tried not to interact with him too much.

ii.  the first time they really bonded was when mila wanted to learn more about the technical side of music, and he offered to teach her. they spent every other afternoon in the music rooms messing around with all the instruments there and became really close.

iii.  he’s very protective over her. is the type to get defensive if someone even looks at her the wrong way. you would think he’s her bodyguard in public because of how he shields her from fans.

iv.  she subconsciously follows him around like a puppy and when someone asked her why, she said she doesn’t really know she just likes to be around him.

v.  he has cuteness aggression with her, and almost always has an urge to squeeze her in a really tight hug. also baby talks her, most of the time without even realising it. he’s always the first to fold at her puppy dog eyes so he can never be trusted to scold her.

제이 ៸៸    JAY     ꗃ

🌸 ⁞ ً JAY + MiLA = JAYMi . . . sunshine & sunshine  protector ﹆〴 affectionately named ,  chaebolz ❪ they’re both the only child from very wealthy families ❫

﹟ JAYMi THiNGS ‣    forehead kisses,  shopping dates,   couple clothing,  gift-giving, cooking meals together,   handfeeding each other, massages, dinner dates, hand kisses, showing each other off/bragging about each other

﹟ CONTACTS ‣ 

hers  =   천사  ❪ angel ❫

his  =   hubby 💍🩷

﹟ TRiViA ‣

i. they also met through kiara. mila found him intimidating at first just because he gave off that "bad boy" aura. but he always treated her really sweetly, so she got over it and and warmed up to him quickly.

ii.  jay was the first person she told about a major back injury that made her quit cheerleading, and since then he always looked out for her. offered to give massages when she was feeling sore and did heaps of research about what sort of things to eat or drink to make it feel better.

iii. he's the first person she goes to for comfort when something goes wrong or when she needs to vent. he's just a really soothing presence and has a way of making her feel less burdened.

iv.  he is so whipped. cannot say "no" to save his life, because he folds as soon as she pulls the puppy dog eyes on him. and whenever he looks at her, he has the gooiest look in his eyes.

v.  she's his number one fan. talks about him like he's the best thing to happen since instant ramyeon, and always defends him from the member's teasing.

제이크 ៸៸    JAKE     ꗃ

🌸 ⁞ ً JAEYUN + MiLA = YUNMi . . . shameless flirt & easily flustered ﹆〴 affectionately named ,  aussiez ❪ they’re both from australia ❫

﹟ YUNMi THiNGS ‣    intense eye contact, low whispers in each other's ears, study dates, hand appreciation, couple rings, skateboarding lessons, playing the chapstick game,   constant impromptu proposals

﹟ CONTACTS ‣ 

hers  =  Baby ❤️

his  =   boyfie 🐶🩷

﹟ CONTACTS ‣ 

i.  they met during i-land. from the get-go you could tell they were attracted to each other. but they didn't become as close as the other members until debut.

ii.  he felt kind of jealous seeing how close mila was to the other members compared to him, but as soon  as she learnt this, she did her best to spend more time with him, allowing their bond to deepen.

iii.  he would flirt casually with her, but because she has zero dating experience, she didn’t realise. when she did notice his advances though, there was no stopping him from making her a blushing stuttering mess.

iv.  she feels like a lovesick schoolgirl around him. like just looking at him makes her feel butterflies in her stomache and she will act all giddy.

v. they’re literally the definition of that couple that everyone hates because they make everyone else feel single. it’s just expected now that you find them whispering and laughing together like they have a secret no one else knows.

성훈 ៸៸    SUNGHOON     ꗃ

🌸 ⁞ ً SUNGHOON + MiLA = MiHOON / HOONMi . . . sun & moon ﹆〴 affectionately named ,  ddalhaez ❪ the korean words for sun and moon ❫

﹟ MiHOON THiNGS ‣    ice rink dates turned ice skating lessons, playing with each other's fingers, couple necklaces, working out together, taps on the chin, holding hands at random times, princess carry, discrete lingering touches

﹟ CONTACTS ‣ 

hers  =   나의 공주 🤍  ❪ my princess ❫

his  =   王子 👑🩷  ❪ prince ❫

﹟ TRiViA ‣ 

i.  they almost met as trainees through kiara. mila thought he was handsome, but his social awkwardness made it difficult to really befriend him. he thought she was a nice girl, but a bit too hyper all the time. in other words, completely opposites.

ii.  their friendship started when one day, they ended up competing to get a penguin plushie from a claw machine game at an arcade near the company. he ended up winning, but after seeing how sulky she got, he gave it to her as a gift, and she named it after him.

iii. he teases her because he finds her cute, and because he knows he's one of the only people who can get a reaction out of her. similarly, she provokes him because its her way of getting him out of his shell.

iv. she acts as if they're enemies because of how much he teases her, but gets sulky when he doesn't pay attention to her like he usually does.

v.  he doesn't openly display affection, but he watches out for her for her from afar and pays attention to a lot of things that most people would miss.

선우 ៸៸    SUNOO     ꗃ

🌸 ⁞ ً SUNOO + MiLA = SUNMi . . . chaotic  cutie & chill  enabler ﹆〴 affectionately named ,  03z ❪ they were both born in 2003 ❫

﹟ SUNMi THiNGS ‣ skincare routines, midnight snacks,   styling each other's hair, cheek charges & biting, sharing lip balm, watching dramas, sharing jewellery, sneaky kisses on set, outfit coordination, communicating with eye contact, affirmations, late night convos

﹟ CONTACTS ‣

hers = 💖별라💖 ❪ star-la ❫

his = 心肝 ☀️🩷 ❪ other half ❫

﹟ TRiViA ‣

i. they met during i-land, and their friendship just kind of clicked into place, like it was always meant to be. but despite their similar personalities, she definitely has a more chaotic streak, and he likes to watch with a smile as everything goes to flames.

ii. they become closer behind the scenes, where they would pour their heart out to each other about their feelings and struggles. she definitely has more of a chaotic streak, and he likes to enable it.

iii. she is his lifeline. off-camera, he can be a lot more subdued. so he always feels at ease around her, since she adjusts really well to his moods. always making him feel loved when he needs even when he doesn’t ask.

iv. she sometimes gets flustered whenever he shows his more serious side, and finds it attractive. her favourite thing to do is have lat night talks while staring into his fox-like eyes.

v. they're soulmates, without a doubt. people think they were lovers in their past life. they always seem to be in their own little world when they're together.

니키 ៸៸    Ni-Ki     ꗃ

🌸  ⁞ ً    Ni-Ki + MiLA = MiKi . . .    tom    &    jerry    ﹆〴   affectionately named , koiz ❪ they have matching koi fish tattoos ❫

﹟ MiKi THiNGS ‣ pillow forts, height difference, piggyback rides,   dancing in the rain, taking photos, tickle fights, watching anime, walks in the park, sneaking out, surprise kisses, ice cream dates, couple tattoos, kabedon

﹟ CONTACTS ‣

hers = ミミちゃん ❪ mimi-chan ❫

his = 我的男 😈🩷 ❪ my man ❫

﹟ TRiViA ‣

i. they met during i-land, but knew of each other before that because of their reputations. they first saw each other at her favourite sashimi restaurant, and kept bumping into each other, though they never talked until i-land.

ii. he was originally kind of shy around her, but after spending so much time together in ground, he started to come out of his shell and showing his more mischievous side.

iii.  he doesn't call her 'noona,' and just calls her by name to tease her. whenever she asks him for something, he will complain, but secretly feel happy that she relies on him.

iv.  she likes to spoil him discretely, knowing that he doesn't really liked being babied. she will buy his favourite foods and little gifts whenever she goes out.

v.  they bicker a lot, but it's clear that they have a unique bond. they got couple tattoos of koi fish on their wrists that. when put them together, looks like they're circling each other. that perfectly sums up their relationship.

키아라 ៸៸    KiARA  ꗃ

🌸 ⁞ ً KiARA + MiLA = MiRA . . . social butterfly & social recluse ﹆〴 affectionately named ,  girlz ❪ they’re the only girls in the group ❫

﹟ MiRA THiNGS ‣    spa days, girl's night outs, unhinged weverse lives, dirty jokes, inside jokes, laughing whenever they make eye contact, sharing clothes & jewellery, judging people silently, gossiping with stylists and makeup artists, tmi with engenes

﹟ CONTACTS ‣ 

mila’s  =   우리 미미 ❪ our mimi ❫

kiara’s  =   one and 언니 🦁  ❪ unnie ❫

﹟ TRiViA ‣ 

i.  they met as trainees, kiara being the one assigned to show mila around the company. mila really idolised her in the beginning and used her as a role model for what she should become.

ii. even though kiara was a bit aloof, mila continued to follow her around to learn from her, and kiara eventually adopted her. in her words, mila was "the little sister i never asked for."

iii. kiara becomes really maternal with her because of how young and lost mila seemed when they first met. she feels like she raised her and is proud of who she has become after watching her grow up in front of her eyes.

iv. mila always mentions kiara first whenever she talks about her gratitude for the members as her first and only unnie. mila can be a bit of a brat, but she will always listen to kiara no matter what.

v. they're sisters in all but blood. kiara's family practically adopted her, and likewise mila's family will always send gifts to kiara in the mail.

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status. on-going. pairings. omegaverse!au ot7 x reader warning. contains omegaverse!au, heat, rutting, extreme jealousy, obsession, emotional intensity, explicit sexual content, slow-burn, explores themes of power dynamics, omega submission, alpha dominance, scenting, manipulation, unprotected sex, knotting, creampies, and non-consensual elements. reader discretion is strongly advised. mdni. note. (will not write smut with niki yet because he is still a minor, most i'll do for him is suggestive content because i plan to make this a long running series, niki will be sure to get the spotlight. just not as much as his hyungs tho. for now.) plot. in a world where instincts rule, you're an omega thrust into the role of housemother for enhypen—a group of seven alphas. what was meant to be a simple assignment turns into a delicate dance of control and desire, as you struggle to maintain your composure while the alphas slowly break down your walls. every interaction is laced with tension, every glance a spark, building up to moments that almost cross the line. a story of power, temptation, and the fine line between duty and desire, leaving you—and the alphas—wondering how much longer you can resist.

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𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 (s.jy)

PAIRING: alpha!jake x omega!reader (f)

SUMMARY: being an omega was already hard, but being an omega with an alpha roommate was worse. especially during your heats. you’d lock yourself in your room, trying to ignore his strong scent and his presence, but jake has had enough of hearing pained wails. he’ll help you, even if he wasn’t your alpha (yet).

WARNINGS: omegaverse, roommates au, unprotected sex (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, doggystyle, dirty talking, riding, cream pie, fingering, pussy eating, knotting (?) , heat and mentions of ruts, pet names (baby, good girl), mentions of pups (this feels strange idk), reader is a virgin, overstimulation, tits sucking (😋), mentions of pregnancy, manhandling, lmk if more. NOT PROOFREAD.

PUBLISHED: 28th August 2024

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a/n: why do i always end my jake fics with a cliffhanger? it’s a mistery to me as well. i don’t really like how it turned out but i sincerely hope y’all do. idk much abt omegaverse and i searched on google most of the information, if it ain’t accurate let’s just say it’s caseyverse and call it a day. please REBLOG & COMMENT bcs only likes get me shadowbanned. also, lmk your thoughts on this fic 🫶🫶

You were prepared.

You had your favourite blankets, all your plushies, your phone and your charger.

You had even bought a mini fridge to keep enough food so that you would resist for at least three days.

Your heat was coming, you could feel it in your bones, which was the main reason as to why you were locked in your bedroom.

Taking the pill to stop the heat from coming was a good idea, especially since you didn’t have an alpha of your own, but the doctor refused to prescribe them, saying that they would really damage your health.

Because suffering for two to three days straight wasn’t.

Your skin was hot, too hot, sweat started gathering on your forehead, and sticking you to the sheets.

You laid on your bed, trying your best to even your breaths and willing your mind not to slip away.

You hated being an omega and going into heat, especially in summer. The weather affected it, making the pain unbearable.

As you thought about it, a sharp pain like a sting hit your lower stomach, you could feel your panties wetting with arousal.

A small yelp left your lips, your hips slowly bucking in the air to soothe the ache between your legs.

It was humiliating, the way your mind succumbed to the primal urge to mating, to being bred.

Suddenly, a soft knock came from the other side of the door and you scrunched your nose.

Jake, with his strong hormones scent, minty but musky at the same time. You normally could live with it, he was good at hiding his scent so as not to bother you and you hid your pheromones well too.

But now, it almost suffocated you and he wasn’t even in the room with you “Y/N… can I come in?”

You scoffed, mood already ruined by your denied pleasure. It’s not like you didn’t have toys, they were in your drawer, but most definitely you weren’t to use them while Jake was in the house.

You just needed to keep control of your mind.

“Jake, no.” You hissed, even if he already knew the answer “Not for the rest three working days.”

Jake pressed his forehead on the door. He also went into rut, but he would just find a willing omega or a beta to bury himself and then forget about them.

You weren’t like him, you didn’t want someone you didn’t know to be inside you, to have such a power over your body.

“Three days?” He sighed “Fuck, your scent is so strong.”

And it was true, during your heat you released more pheromones so as to attract other alphas. Fact was, it also drove your roommate insane.

“I can smell how bad your heat is, it drives me crazy.” Jake murmured, making you shiver.

You could hear his breathless voice, the thick Australian accent rolling off his tongue was such a turn on.

“Don’t—“ You groaned when another wave of pain hit your lower stomach, “Don’t talk like that.” You pleaded.

"I can't help it." He said, "Your scent is so strong, you smell so good…”

He took a deep breath, shutting his eyes and clenching his jaw.

“Please, Jake.” You clung the sheet under you, needing an anchor against your lust “Leave, go outside.”

“I can’t.” He was quick to say “You keep whimpering and I don’t want to hear you in pain.” He stated.

“I’m g-grand.” You replied, “I can manage.”

He gripped the door handle, his muscles tensing up. “I want to help you." He said, a hint of desperation in his voice. "I want to take care of you and make you feel good, please, just let me in."

“Don’t complicate things,” You breathed out, your hips moving around the bed “We set boundaries, remember?”

“Boundaries don’t expect me to sit back, knowing you’re suffering.” He bit back, voice strained.

“Still,” You commented.

Jake and you had a nice relationship, you weren’t just roommates but also friends. You loved to hang out with him and you didn’t want him to see you like this. Again, it was too embarrassing, you weren’t sure you’d be able to face him afterwards.

He tried to pull the handle but obviously, you had locked the door “Y/N, open up.”

You turned around on the bed, your hips humping against the mattress, your face flush on the sheets “No.” You said, trying to sound convincing.

“I just want to help you, don’t overthink it.” Jake sighed, pulling the door knob again. “I said no, Jake. Go away.”

At another groan that escaped your lips, Jake couldn’t take it anymore and kicked the door a couple of times until it swung open.

You widened your eyes “What—“ Before you could talk, he pounced on you, his body holding yours down.

He buried his face in the crook of your neck, inhaling your sweet scent that resembled vanilla and peaches, making his head spin “You smell so good, baby.”

You breathed out, trying your hardest not to think about his body so close to you, his skin on yours, “Jake please, get out.”

He planted hot kisses down your collarbone, his hands roaming over your body. “Let me take care of you, I promise I’ll make you feel good.”

“No..” You murmured but as his hands yanked off your shorts and panties, you could feel your wetness running down your thighs in the same way your consciousness crumbled.

You wanted it, you wanted Jake to take you, to make you his and calm the burning desire that consumed you.

He cursed under his breath, two fingers gathered your arousal and he put them in his mouth, humming “You even taste delicious baby, can you be anymore perfect?”

“Jake..” You murmured, “Make it better.” Your voice was strained and whiny, making Jake’s pants tighter.

“Say no more.” He said and without any warning he pushed two fingers deep inside of you.

How they even fit was foreign to you, given that nobody had ever dared to touch you there, but you didn’t really care at that moment. It felt good, so good.

You moaned out, gripping the sheets under you, your mind already a puddle of pleasure.

His digits were skilled, brushing and thrusting in every spot that got your eyes rolling.

“So wet for me baby, mh?” Jake groaned, the squelching sound filling the room, imprinting in his ears.

He raised your shirt with his free hand and started groping your breasts, kneading the soft flesh in his palms.

He towered you, his presence dominant behind you, like a shadow swallowing you whole.

Whimpers left your lips, but this time they were a reaction from pleasure, not pain.

“Where is it?” He asked, biting his tongue as he desperately searched for something inside you.

When he felt you moan loudly, he smirked “Got it.” And he started thrusting his fingers in and out, reaching that spot again.

You felt as if your body was being burned, you needed him to continue it, to take you to the edge.

And Jake never stopped, even if his wrist hurt and his fingers grew sore. He lived to hear your cries of pleasure, to be the one making you squirm.

“Close?” He asked when he felt your walls clench around his digits and you nodded.

“Ugh.” You moaned, your eyes squeezing and with one last thrust of his fingers, you fell apart.

Your body trembled, your legs shook. Jake gently helped you ride out of your high before pulling out his fingers and licking them clean.

“If only you could taste yourself, baby.” He took your chin in his hand and raised your body so you were kneeling, back flush to his chest “So sweet, I can’t get enough.”

You felt his bulge brush against your back and it was the moment where your mind went completely black.

Lust winning over reason.

You breathed out “Jake,” Letting one of your hands wander down his chest until it reached his sweats, feeling his clothed hard-on “Put it inside me.”

Jake cursed, his body trembling “You want it inside?” He questioned, his breath fanning against the shell of your ear “Want me to fuck you, mh?”

You nodded blissfully, trying to pull his pants down.

Jake chuckled and let you fall on the mattress, quickly working both his shirt and pants off.

You peeked at him over your shoulder and gasped. His cock was huge, so long and thick it made your mouth water.

Any worry that it might not fit in your virgin pussy was clouded by lust, so you said “Hurry.” Raising your backside in the air.

“Patience.” He ordered, gently pulling your shorts and panties down your ankles, as well as removing your shirt.

He stroked his hard shaft, already leaking precum, he kneeled closer to you and you held onto the headboard.

Jake gripped your backside, squeezing your hips as he teased your entrance with the head of his cock.

You gasped, the feeling so good “I’m going in now.” He had the decency to warn that time and slowly, pushed inside you.

“Ngh.” You moaned, your eyes rolling to the back of your head as he put all of his length in you, reaching places you didn’t even know existed.

Jake sighed, his head thrown back. Your walls hugged him, “You’re so tight.” He grunted.

He was going slow so he wouldn’t hurt you, but it wasn’t enough for you. You needed more, you needed to feel all of him in all of you.

“Faster,” You pleaded, arching your back “Faster, fuck me fast.”

“I don’t want to hurt you, baby.” He murmured, his pace still too slow

“You hurt me if you don’t start moving fast.” You groaned, reaching a hand behind you to pull his hips nearer you.

Jake shook his head, amazed “Anything you want.” Like that, he moved faster.

The sound of skin slapping filled the room as well as the squelching ones from your wetness.

“M’gonna fuck you so good,” He said, voice so husky. He took your chin in his grasp and pulled you up, tilting it to the side so he could kiss you.

Finally, he got a taste of your lips, his tongue licking yours, giving delicious strokes.

You moaned in his mouth and he rewarded you with a rather deep thrust that hit your cervix.

He smirked, knowing he had found your sweetest spot, so he kept hitting it repetitively, alternating slow to fast thrusts.

“That’s it,” He snuck a hand on your neck and gently squeezed “Let me hear how good I make you feel.”

You couldn’t almost see straight from the amount of pleasure you were given.

He licked your ear, then pressed wet kisses down your jaw, occasionally sucking.

Your pussy clenched around him, signalling that you were close to your orgasm.

“Jake,” You breathed out “Jake, m’so close.”

His free hand went to your clit, gently rubbing circles that sent jolts of pleasure through your body.

“Ugh!” You moaned, the knot in your stomach snapping, making you cream all over his cock.

Jake gave you slow thrusts, helping you ride out of your orgasms and waiting for you to come down off your high.

Your eyes flickered open as you flopped on the mattress, your body growing tired.

Jake pulled out, making you frown “W-what about you?” You asked quietly.

“I’d love to continue baby, but it’s easier to get pregnant during your heat and I have no condoms.” He explained, pressing a featherlight kiss on your shoulder.

How he wasn’t yet a slave of lust, you didn’t know.

“But..” You wanted to argue but your reason was gone, even the lust, replaced by an immense tiredness.

Jake helped you lay down properly, caressing your sweaty forehead “I don’t want to take advantage of you, if we keep going I won’t be able to pull away.”

He leaned down to press another kiss on your lips “Rest, I’ll clean you up and stay with you, ok?”

You only managed to softly hum as your eyelids grew heavy and his voice grew faint until the world was just black.

⪩⪨.

When you felt the second wave hit, you had half expected to wake up in a pool of sweat and slick.

Definitely, not with Jake’s nose rubbing your clothed pussy, inhaling your sweet smell.

“Jake?” You asked, your voice laced with sleep.

He raised his face and looked up at you, his eyes bloodshot. You couldn’t control your pheromones while you slept and they drove Jake insane, making him lust drunk.

“I’m sorry,” He murmured, giving your pussy another smell “Really need to taste you.”

You still felt groggy from your deep slumber when he slipped your panties down and smelled them again.

“Christ,” Jake groaned, slipping them into his sweatpants’ pocket.

He placed gentle kisses on your thighs and raised your legs, letting them rest on your shoulders.

Jake’s breath fanned against your pussy, making you let out a whiney exhale. He smirked and licked a long stripe out of your wet folds.

He moaned, really moaned, at the taste of you and you couldn’t help but glance down at the man between your legs.

He was drop dead gorgeous, with two deep brown eyes, messy hair and the expression of a starved man ready to dig in for his long awaited meal.

Jake gave you kitten licks again, alternating soft kisses to sucking.

You moaned, throwing your head back. You had always fantasised about how good getting eaten out felt like, but Jake must’ve been the masters of it because lord, if he made you see stars.

Your pussy was dripping with arousal, your juices coating his face, running down his chin.

But he didn’t mind, instead, he tried to gather them all on his tongue so as not to miss anything.

He buried his face between your legs, your feet locking behind his neck.

“You need to keep them open, baby.” He murmured on your clit, “Alright? Can you do that for me?”

You let out a broken hum in response, your mind just filled with unholy thoughts of him. You just barely opened your legs for him.

You needed him to make you cum, over and over again, to teach you everything he knew, in all the positions he liked.

“Good girl,” Jake whispered before downing again, his tongue lapping on your bundle of nerves.

He thrust one finger inside of you, gently curling it to reach your sweet spot, making you a moaning mess.

“Ugh..” You yelped, your back arching, “Pussy so good.” He said between licks “Could do this all day.”

You groaned and put one hand on his head, fingers grasping his locks “Less talking, more licking.”

Jake loved how desperate you were, so different from your usually collected and shy attitude.

You were clouded by lust and all of that was for him, he was really the luckiest alpha on earth.

Your hips bucked against his tongue, you were so close to your orgasm you could feel the knot in your stomach tighten.

“Jake...” You breathed out, and he understood what you meant. He removed his finger from you and put his tongue instead, the sensation so new and wet.

His nose brushed against your clit and he patted your waist, signalling that you could start moving.

Both your hands grabbed his hair, riding his tongue, your hips bucking fast against him.

He moaned, sending vibrations all through your body. You rolled your eyes back, “M’so-so close.” You murmured “M’gonna cum.”

If Jake’s mouth was free, he would’ve cooed at how cute you looked, so lost in pleasure you couldn’t even speak properly.

With a few more strong bucks, your legs shook around his neck, your orgasm reaching you like a tidal wave.

You pulled his hair so hard it hurt, but Jake didn’t mind. No, he actually liked it.

“Ride it out,” He murmured “Fuck my tongue, baby.”

You slowly calmed down, your legs fell down on Jake’s sides, your chest heaving slowlier.

You peeled your eyes open, glancing down at Jake.

He had been humping the mattress, as if eating you out was a source of pleasure for him as well.

You could see that the precum leaking from his bulge had stained his sweats, his chest already bare.

“Can I ride you?” You asked such a filthy question so innocently that Jake could’ve cum on spot.

“You want to ride me, baby?” You nodded shamelessly while he chuckled, patting your leg “Get up.”

You followed his lead, getting up so he could take your position. He leaned his back against your bed’s headboard and held out his hands to you.

You took them in yours as he helped you sit on his lap.

Jake’s hands settled on your waist while yours on his shoulders, your hips slowly rocking on his.

He groaned, his head thrown back against the headboard. “You feel so good.” His smirk made you want to do many unspeakable things to him.

Swiftly, he removed your shirt and started touching your warm breasts, teasing your nipples.

He tilted you towards him and latched his mouth on one, kissing and swirling his tongue around your nipple while kneading the other.

You moaned, rewarding him with a rather deep grind, feeling his whole length underneath you.

Suddenly, a thought crossed your blackened mind “Breed me.”

Jake stopped his work on your breasts and looked up at you, his brows furrowing.

Something in his brain was trying to warn him, but he was far too deep to even care “Yeah? You want me to breed you?”

He circled your waist with one arm and pulled you up, pulling his sweats and boxers down and kicking them off his ankles.

“I want your pups.” You murmured, your voice frail and quiet but full of desire.

Jake groaned, his cock twitching “Fuck, baby.”

“I’ll give you my pups,” You pumped his shaft with your hand and held it to your entrance as he slowly lowered you on him “I’ll fill you with my pups.”

The thought of your belly all swollen, your body changing to carry his pups wasn’t such a bad idea… was it?

You wanted everyone to know he was the alpha who took care of you, you wanted— no, you needed him to mate you.

He moved you up and down, slowly at first, so you could get used to him, but then he snapped his hips up into yours forcefully.

He debated whether to let you ride him or to just take the lead and fuck into you, but his control had crumbled long time ago and all he needed was to breed you.

The desire was consuming the both of you, leaving the room only with moans, grunts, heavy breaths and filthy sounds.

You sincerely hoped your neighbours weren’t to hear your late night activities.

You wrapped your arms around Jake’s neck, burying your face in the crook of his neck. You left kitten kisses and sucked on his skin, making his head spin.

You fit so well in his arms and he fit so well inside of you.

“Pussy was made for me,” He grunted, his pace picking up “Mh, Were you made for me, baby? Aren’t you my omega?”

You nodded, your walls sucking him in, squeezing around him “I’m yours,” You cried out “I’m yours, all of me.”

Jake’s eyes lit up “Yeah?” He chuckled, placing one hand on your lower stomach. He could feel the shadow of his bulge under his palms.

“Do you feel it, baby? I’m here.” You felt him press down, earning a moan from you.

You looked down to where his hand was and almost came on spot “So— S’deep.” You threw your head back.

He circled your hips, making your clit brush against his pubic hair.

“You like it deep?” He asked, his voice low, his accent thicker when he was lost in lust. “You like it when I’m so deep you can feel me everywhere?”

You nodded mindlessly, your eyes squeezing as you felt your second orgasm approach “Like it!” You exclaimed “Like it so much, Jake, please.”

Jake groaned in answer and goped your ass, lifting you up so he could fuck into you.

His hips moved fast, his balls smacking on your skin. You grasped his shoulders and bit down on his neck, the pleasure he was giving you was overwhelming all your senses.

“Fuck, baby, I’m so close.” He murmured, his grip on you so tight it left red marks.

“Jake, oh lord—” You cried out, feeling your orgasm approach “Cum around my cock.” He whispered, his lips so close to your ear it sent shivers in your body.

“Mh— Ah.” You moaned as your euphoria reached you, your legs trembling and body squirming. If it wasn’t for Jake’s iron grip, you would’ve fallen out of your small bed.

But he didn’t care that you needed to calm down, not really, because his hips continued to snap against yours.

His cock was in so deep he hit your cervix with every thrust, sending waves of pleasure all around your body.

Your ears rang from your powerful orgasm, your breath laboured. Overstimulation made your body tremble. But still, you didn’t feel complete.

“Cum in me.” You managed to whisper in his ear, your arms clinging to him for dear life. “Please Jakey, I need you to breed me.”

That was all it took. Jake’s movements altered, his cock twitching inside of you as his balls emptied.

You felt his hot seed filling you up, but soon it was followed by a sharp pain.

“Ugh!” You groaned, tears filling your eyes “J-jake…”

He cursed under his breath, his orgasm still washing over him. It had never happened that he came so much like that time, liquid spurring inside of you.

“Shit baby, I’m sorry,” He breathed out “I may have knotted you.”

“What?!” You widened your eyes, back to your normal self. Your worried and overthinker self.

You tried to move away from him but the sharp pain came back.

“Shh, don’t move.” Jake instructed “It’ll hurt more if I pull out now,”

“It hurts either way!” You groaned, clinging on him like an anchor.

“I know, I’m sorry.” He pressed featherlight kisses on your neck “The first time always hurts, but I swear it gets better.”

“I’m dying here.” You whimpered, but Jake’s touch was soothing and so were his words and a few minutes later, the pain stopped.

Slowly, he pulled out of you and kissed your temples “You okay?”

You nodded, now that there was nothing tied up inside of you, you felt refreshed. Happier. You didn’t even feel any discomfort caused from the heat.

Jake smiled softly and caressed your cheek, he leaned in to whisper “Knotting helps with your heat pain.”

“But it hurts like a bitch.” You frowned, watching as he carefully placed you down on the bed and cleaned you up with a tissue.

Jake chuckled, “I told you, it gets better.”

⪩⪨.

And it did, Jake was no liar.

The morning after he was kind enough to drive you to the doctor who gave you a prescription to take birth control. He said it would be better than fully stopping your heat.

He also reassured that the percentage to get pregnant was high after a knot (nagging at Jake for losing control), but as long as you took the pill within twenty-four hours, it would slow or block the process completely.

You hoped for the latter.

Obviously, he highly recommended to always use protections and to avoid knotting… but, you used a condom just a couple of times, because your heat wouldn’t get better unless Jake fucked you raw and filled you wih his seed.

In fact, he took you in the shower, on the couch and even in the kitchen. Any time was a good time to eat you out and stuff you full.

The only place left ‘holy’ was his room, but he said it’d be filthy once his rut started. Which, by the way, you agreed to help him through.

Jake even skipped his lectures to stay at home with you and provide you whatever you needed. Not like he attended much on a daily basis.

Everything went smoothly, he was so caring towards you, always looking after you when you passed out from the intense sex, even cooking for you (even if he burnt the pan and you two had to order out) and giving you nice massages until your heat completely stopped.

However, it was around a month later, when you came out of the bathroom with teary eyes and a positive pregnancy test in hand that you and Jake realised you had taken it too far.

PREVIEW

introducing ( PROJECT DEMIGOD ). an en- hyung line fic coming in october // inspired and dedicated to my wifey @dollyyun who was there to listen to my word dumps while planning this series, @mxxninthesky who unknowingly motivates me to continue writing, and @111404 my beloved number 1 fan since day one ❤️

general warnings. mdni, poly, obsessive/possessive themes. see below for more

ᙏ̤̫ — ARE YOU GOING TO THE GRAPE TEAMS PARTY TONIGHT ? ? ! !

pairing ‎⸝⸝⸝ ot5 x fem!reader

genre ⸝⸝⸝ smut, dark (noncon), football player txt, cheerleader reader, reader is under 21 but 18 or over (implied)

warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ txt are serial r8pists, unprotected sex, noncon, mean dom!txt, language, name calling, anal.., reader is dry (referring to her 😽), really not much prep on certain members, reader does not enjoy this in any way, drinking, smoking, reader is a virgin but she never states that to them, the things they do to her get more and more wild as each person takes their ‘turn’, possible murder allusions, suffocation, choking, oral (both), hair pulling, fingering, nipple play, gagging, riding, tummy bulge,

summary ‎⸝⸝⸝ after every important football game, 5 of some of the star football players at the school pick one cheerleader to “mess with”. the school knows them as the grape team, so clearly people know that they’re r8pists, no? no it’s not true at all! it’s just some stupid rumors girls make up for attention! they’re just jealous they can’t be with them so they want to make them look bad and are just trying to ruin their futures. how wrong of them to do such a thing, right? they’re just pitiful jealous whores…

your school had to be the absolute most stereotypical school from every tv show. dumb blondes, cheerleaders with big tits, football players with big dicks, nobody had a personality of their own. everybody on their knees for the star football team. as much as your school was filled with the stereotypical rich kid who’s daddy thinks that they’re going to be an all star athlete soon to be in the olympics, they kind of had every right to think that. your school had one of the best football teams in your whole city. it was rare that you ever heard that your school lost, it was basically unheard of. but within that big football team consists of a decently sized click. the grape team is what everyone knows them as. for really fucked up reasons too.

everyone knows them as the five sexy football players that every girl would love to get railed by, even just one of them! or you know them as the five football boys who once a year pick a cheerleader, typically the new girl on the block, to invite to their party, get her all fucked up and dizzy, bring her up to their bedroom, and fuck her so hard to the point she’s knocked out and doesn’t even remember waking up to go to school that day. but those are just rumors! come on, nobody would ruin their perfect all star record just to sleep with some bimbo cheerleader who supposedly didn’t want it when they could literally have any girl they wanted with the consent part involved. these girls are just mad that they didn’t want to fuck them or they didn’t want to date them so they go around saying these things just to try to ruin their chances of being a star. jealousy is such an awful disease. either that or these girls got too damn drunk to remember telling them that they could fuck her.

“she’s such a whore. i’d die to even get looked at by them.”

“who cares if they r8ped them or not? at least you’re getting fucked by the five hottest guys in school. any girl would kill for an opportunity like that.”

“if the rumors are true, can they r8p me next? i’ve been dying just to get yeonjun to even talk to me…”

see! it’s really not serious. these are baseless rumors that are just a joke to people. they’re not called the grape team because they actually r8p girls, they’re called the grape team because it’s an inside joke between the school, duh! and plus, they don’t seem to mind it. in fact, whenever anybody calls them that to their face they just laugh and smile. it clearly doesn’t bother them so it’s obviously all rumors.

you’d be lying if you said they weren’t cute. oh they were. but weather or not you thought the rumors were true, you don’t care enough to go after these boys. it’s weird to be accused by multiple people in the first place, you don’t really want tied up in all that. you had basically just joined the cheer team. you had saw them a few times over your cheer camp during practices and even in the hallway before you joined, but never interacted with them. besides staring at them thinking about how big it is, or besides having a project with a few of them! but hey, everybody has thought about it at least once, including the guys in the school.

usually every friday you’d cheer, hype up the audience, you know. and on the big game days, they always threw a huge party to celebrate. they weren’t a frat but shit that’s what it seemed like a lot of the time. practically the whole school goes. there was a rumor once that a teacher went. did she get railed too? you had never been to one because until this year, you hadn’t been that involved with your peers. but everybody goes, and it’d be a nice way to fit in more, no? interact with your cheer team and get even closer and connect with the people you’re cheering for, the football team! plus, all your friends were badgering you to go, so you basically had to.

it was the end of a huge game that the team had just won and you’re chatting it up with your cheer team. people slowly start to leave as time goes on and there’s less and less of you there. it’s silent for a few seconds after all the laughing and excitement until you hear a voice behind you.

“you’re going, right?”

you turn around to see soobin, a member of said grape squad talking to you for the first time ever. you were a little confused so you spoke up.

“uh, going where?”

“the party tomorrow night?”

you mentally slapped yourself in the face. duh it was about the party. but why’s he asking you to your face? anybody can go. but you brush it off. it’s probably because you never go but now since you’re on the team it’s kind of expected.

“yeah, uhm, i planned on being there.”

“great. hope to see you there then.”

he gave you a light smile and then that was it. he just walked away. it felt off to you, something about his demeanor, but whatever. probably just because of how tall he is, yeesh, how does one even get that tall, it was kind of scary, especially considering the ‘rumors’……but you head home and for some reason laying in bed, you couldn’t fall asleep. It’s usually not hard after a long game..but after tossing and turning in your bed for what felt like hours, you finally fell asleep getting ready for a long day tomorrow.

—-

“she’s coming right?”

“she said she would.”

“she’s gotta be the prettiest one we’re ever gonna fuck.”

“she’s a sweet girl on the outside but probably a sick fuck on the inside. shit, by the end, i’m sure she’ll love it. they all end up wet and slutty by the end of it all.”

—

if we’re being honest, you would have forgotten about the party and skipped it if your friend hadn’t literally came to your house to force you awake and get each other ready.

“what are you wearing?”

your friend asked. she was wearing a crop top with a short ass skirt just barely about to show her panties.

“certainly not what you’re wearing. with that outfit you’ll be the next victim of the grape team.”

you joke with her. she just scoffs before speaking up.

“any girl would be lucky to get fucked by them let alone looked at by them weather they liked it or not. so you can go ahead and sign me up!”

she said some crazy shit sometimes. no way she meant it…

“i’m just gonna wear a tight fitted top and some ripped jeans, i have nobody to impress and i’m not staying long.”

she just rolled her eyes. but hey, baby steps. this was your first party after all. it’d be one to remember.

“you don’t think there’s gonna be another rumor after this party?”

you asked. just curiosity makes you think. plus if you’re going to a party then why wouldn’t you talk about the people throwing it?

“after every big game there’s a new rumor. it’s obviously going to happen again. if only they could make that rumor a reality for me. tch, such a disappointment..”

you roll your eyes, she said dumb things no matter how fucked up they were. you didn’t agree with them but what can you do.

“we’ll see what happens when we get there..”

she winks.

“but we should head out now. we don’t wanna get there super late when everybody’s drunk and you can’t even speak to someone without getting thrown up on.”

—

walking into the party was loud as fuck. how had this place not gotten a noise complaint yet…? the amount of alcohol on the table and who knows what being smoked and the party quite literally had just started is crazy. drinking wasn’t your thing. you weren’t twenty-one and most of these people weren’t either but who gives a shit it’s a party. your friend immediately ran over to a guy she saw that she thought was good looking and then you didn’t know where to go. sit on the couch? go near the table full of drinks? no clue. you felt so out of place. ew. you spot some of your cheer team so you push through some people to get to them, smoke blowing on your face and you practically coughing your lungs out certainly was not fun. once you finally reached them you say hi and hug a few people and start talking.

“wow, i’m surprised you actually came. have you had a drink yet?”

you roll your eyes.

“no i have not, and no i don’t plan on it. i’m the one who drove here after all…”

“drunk driving is totallyyyyyy the trend now. literally everyone you’ve ever talked to has probably done it at least once. get some hunky firefighter to save you after you crash your car and have to strip you clean to treat your burns. maybe he’ll fuck you just in the right spot and wake you up. who needs cpr anymore when you have a huge dick right in front of your face?”

what a wild take. but that’s what most people at your school had. wild ass takes. but weather you disagree or not the only thing you can do is just laugh it off or be honest and give a disgusted face. after about 10 minutes of talking you feel a big ass hand lay on your shoulder for a second before lifting off. you turn around and it’s kai. it was crazy to think he was wrapped up in this grape squad shit. he seems as sweet as pie, a friendly giant you guess…

“i’m glad to see you decided to come! if i’m being honest i had doubts..”

you rub the back of your neck and do a light laugh.

“i’ve heard that one a lot tonight..”

you see him look back and notice the rest of their little squad standing by a small table with a few other people from the football team and just around school. he turns his head back around to you and smiles.

“hey, sorry we weren’t proper party hosts and welcomed you in. especially me, this is my house after all…but how about you come over there and we’ll talk a little. we know everyone on the cheer team pretty well except for you after all.”

eh, what could the harm be. it was only a few steps from where you were originally at anyways. you say bye to the people you were speaking with for a little and walk over to the rest of his little frat. the conversation the guys over here were having were mainly about girls and drugs. what a topic starter.

“so, what made you decide to join the cheer team?”

someone speaks up. you couldn’t see him too well despite the height until he pokes his head from behind one of his teammates. it was beomgyu. the troublemaker of the school. the class clown. he was probably the one person in the group that people didn’t like as much.

“uh, i don’t know. just needed something to do other than work i guess.”

they give a slight nod before they go back to their random conversation. you contemplate walking away. you were having funner with the people you actually knew after all.

“so, would you like me to grab you a drink? sorry i didn’t ask before. we have vodka shots and a bunch of other alcoholic stuff if you’d like.”

kai spoke up. trying to live up to what he said before and be an amazing party host. but just because it’s a party doesn’t mean you have to do illegal shit. that’s another thing people keep asking you about.

“sorry, i don’t drink. plus i drove here myself so tonight is not the night that i wanna try, aha.”

it’s much easier to mask the taste of a drug in alcohol than in something like water or juice…but you didn’t know that. all you knew was that this party was not fun to you at all and that it sure was a new experience but now that you’ve experienced it for a few minutes, you’re ready to go home. he tried to offer you something else to drink but you just weren’t really down for it right now. you’re sure you would be soon though. all this second hand smoke blowing down into your lungs was making your throat dryer and itchier by the second. but there was one thing you needed, a bathroom. all this water on the table from spilt drinks and all the gulping of water and the faucets turning on were not helping you hold it. you were hoping you wouldn’t have to ask for anything and have as little interaction with people you didn’t know as possible but you certainly weren’t gonna piss your pants in front of basically the whole school. they would probably be too drunk to remember, but still.

“uh kai, where’s your bathroom?”

he smiles. people can be bubbly and happy sure, but man he seemed way too happy to be telling you where the bathroom is.

“upstairs in my room! second room on the right.”

you thank him before heading off. it was going pretty decent so far. no bad interactions, no tripping on your face, the only thing that was bad was that you were bored..but hey! once your friend quits kissing up on guys then you’ll have a little bit more fun…you walk up kais steps and look down the hallway. “second room on the right…” you mumble to yourself damn this hallway was long. he was for sure a rich kid but you could tell that from the outside of his house. then again, he’s blonde, tall, plays football, and every girl wants to fuck him. it’d be a surprise if he wasn’t rich. you finally find the room and surprise surprise, the size of his bed is damn near bigger than your whole bedroom size. you see a door in the corner of the room and assume it leads to the bathroom. you lock it and do your business before washing your hands and then drying them off. you open your phone to check the time. “already twelve? sheesh…” you check your notifications too. a few missed texts but eh, you could check them later. you unlock the bathroom door and there you see the whole grape squad standing in kais room. did they have to use the bathroom too? this rich ass house, they must have at least three bathrooms and you couldn’t have been in there for too long…

“you really don’t drink?”

taehyun speaks up. the quiet charming one that didn’t even have to try to get girls to look at him. one stare and he had them like jelly in the palm of his hand.

“uh, no…not my thing i’m still not twenty-one and once again, i did drive here and i don’t wanna wreck my car. with my college debt i won’t get a new one until i’m at least thirty…”

you mumbled that last part. but uh, you didn’t really see what drinking had to do with any of this but you didn’t wanna just stand and have a silent staring contest so you just kind of scoot by going for the door before a hand grabs your wrist. yeonjun.

“if you would just be bad for once in your life, maybe you’d be able to enjoy this just a little. maybe even forget about it if you were fucked up enough and fucked out enough, but i guess now we’ll never know.”

you stilled, trying to comprehend the words he had just said before he starts pushing you onto the bed. it’s pretty evident on what’s happening so you of course go to scream but he quickly palms your mouth. he finally presses you to the bed and allows everybody to figure out what position they’d like to take. i mean come on, nobody stood a chance against five tall ass guys who play football. you would’ve been doomed even if you were a guy yourself. even if you had just been going against one of them you wouldn’t have escaped this fate. you start trying to kick your legs from underneath him before somebody pushes them down into the bed.

“soobin can’t go first this time. everytime he’s gone first or second his dick is too big and they don’t even feel the slightest bit of pleasure after and it ruins it for everybody….”

you squeeze your eyes shut, this must be a dream right? there’s no way this is real. sure you thought the rumors had to have some truth but even if they were completely true (which now you know, clearly they are) you wouldn’t have ever expected them to go after you. but i guess it makes sense. new cheerleader just trying to fit in and wants more friends, so what does she do? says she’s another victim of the grape squad to gain some popularity and a few new connections. it would make sense. or would you be one of the ones who didn’t tell anybody? eh, didn’t matter right now. all that matters is that they get their dick wet and have a new little image to imagine every time they need to get off.

“just hold her mouth shut and hold her legs down so i can fuck her without having to deal with her kicking me in the dick or making me have to stop right when i’m about to orgasm because somebody heard her.”

from the way he was speaking, you could guess yeonjun was the leader of this shit. soobin was the leader on the football team but this wasn’t football. this was ‘how many girls can we r8p before we graduate??!’ and it was pretty clear that yeonjun led that shit. besides taehyun, the guy was charming as fuck. seemed like prince charming. you feel the bed dip right where your head was. you open your eyes to see a beomgyu laying on his stomach, face right above yours with a sick smile on his face. yeonjun removes his hands from your mouth before beomgyu quickly replaces the empty space with his hands. He places his chin on your forehead and then gives an almost taunting kiss to it. his hands were basically holding your head still, so you couldn’t really turn away from it. yeonjun then sits up on his knees on the side of your hips and puts all his body weight on your stomach while pushing your wrists to your chest.

“this will be fun. we’ve never not drugged a girl out before fucking her for hours like this. i’m curious to see how it’ll go.”

he says all this with a smile on his face while looking you dead in the eyes. you hadn’t noticed but kai had left the room. probably to attend to the party and not seem suspicious. most people were drunk but there’s always a few sober people and it’s been years that they’ve been at this, they don’t wanna blow their cover now. you also notice that taehyun is leaning in a chair against the wall. his pants are unzipped, he was probably gonna beat to this shit, sick bastard. and then obviously by process of elimination, soobin was holding your legs down, and strong as fuck at that. you couldn’t even move it the slightest inch. you feel his chin move on your forehead as he speaks up.

“the fun begins now. are you ready?”

he loosened his hands jussstttt a little so he could let you shake your head no before tightening them back up. you felt yeonjuns finger prodding with the buttons on your jeans and feel your pants slightly loosening as he unzips them. what makes this all the more worse is you can’t even lift your fucking head to see what he’s doing.

“i haven’t even done anything yet and you’re already crying. don’t worry, you’ll be crying a hell of a lot more by the end of the night.”

he hadn’t even bothered to take ur shirt off. hadn’t even bothered to prep you, nothing. you couldn’t lift ur head but u could see him sitting above you and saw that sly ass look on his face as he quickly forced it in. didn’t take his time at all, as if he wanted it to be as painful as possible. you quickly squeeze your eyes shut and start trying to kick your legs as hard as you can, start trying to shake your head free, try your hardest to move your wrists away but nothing works. beomgyus thumb starts wiping at the tears falling onto his hand and you hear a snicker come from him. yeonjun goes down to prep you (a little too late so not really prep..”) starts rubbing your clit in circles and almost is in shock that you or your body isn’t enjoying this at all.

“fuck you’re dry as hell. stubborn, huh? let me tell you a secret,”

he leans in to your ear scarily close,

“i’d suggest you start to enjoy it or you’re in for one hell of a night. seven hours at the minimum sounds terrible if you’re not enjoying it, no?”

he says all this shit while still ramming into you, still trying to get u damp but his efforts are in vain. your friend would notice though. she’d wonder where her ride went and they’d say you were last seen with them. she’d go up the stairs looking for you and find out what was going on. she’d get help, right? or would they easily lie their way out of it. would they let you go to avoid suspicion? no. they’re all cocky fucks who think they’re the hottest best people in the school, they’re not gonna let their ego fold that easily. they won’t get caught that—

“i can usually go longer but you are tight as fuck, you a virgin?”

you realized he finished. you felt his dick getting pulled out as painful and rough as it was forced in you. you felt something wet dripping down your thighs and you knew it wasn’t from you. it was his cum dripping down. your eyes were still squeezed shut, not wanting any of them to see your teary eyes. you were so embarrassed, so violated. and even worse, you didn’t want him to know you were a virgin. that this night was the night you’d always remember as your first time..

“how was it?”

“it was amazing. might need round two later. this is so much better than just drugging them up. so much funner, so much tighter, so much squirmier.”

“you can say that again, she almost bit my hand off..”

it was so eerie to hear them talking like this as if you weren’t even here listening to them.

“here i’m gonna go next. you take her mouth, i’ll take her ass.”

you had never been fucked in general since five fucking seconds ago, but in your ass? fuck no. and when you heard him say “take her mouth” you knew exactly what he meant and you just wanted out of this room. beomgyu was always the sly one. the funny one. the one half of the school loved and half of the school was annoyed as fuck by and hated. clearly he liked jokes but taking your ass was a pretty fucking sick one. they tell soobin to let go of your legs and you immediately start kicking. yeonjun flips you on your stomach while beomgyu lets go of your mouth. you hadn’t even gotten the chance to scream, your face immediately getting slammed into the sweaty mattress. beomgyu swiftly grabs your wrists, now uncomfortably forced behind your back in one hand and yeonjun is sitting up in front of your face on his knees with his dick still out of his pants. he forces your head up by grabbing a fist full of your hair. you wanted to scream immediately but the threatening look on his face made you not wanna test him. but also you knew as soon as you opened your mouth what would happen. he’d shove it in there without a care in the world just like he did your pussy. he stares into your eyes for a good second before speaking up.

“oh look at all those tears. you’ll be crying a lot more when ur choking on my dick. open up.”

you tried forcing your head to look the other way but he only squeezed your hair even tighter. he holds his dick in one hand and starts trying to force it through your tightly squeezed lips. as if almost on cue beomgyu forces his dick in you pretty little ass. slower than when yeonjun fucked you, but still too fast for your liking. that made you open your mouth to scream in pain, but it was quickly muffled by his dick. beomgyu was showing you some sort of mercy, but only because he needed to get used to how fucking tight you were and how much your ass was pulling him in. you realized that your feet were still free so you start kicking at his back trying to squirm free. ultimately, that made your head move a little further down yeonjuns dick and you gagged so fucking hard, you thought you would throw up. he quickly pulled the air through his teeth on that one holding in a grunt.

“i love to feel a struggle it only makes me even harder. go ahead and bruise up my back with your kicks, i love it so—fuck-much”

so they didn’t just forget to hold your legs down but it was for beomgyus sick pleasure too. it was futile anyways. it only got him off more and even if you had heels on and stuck the heel through his back he’d only keep thrusting even harder into you.

“you better hold your mouth open as wide as you can, if you fucking bite my dick i swear to god it’s over for you”

you never heard of any missing people or dead people at your school from the grape team or just in general but you didn’t know what he meant and you didn’t wanna take any chances. he quickly grips your hair even harder and pushes it as far back as he can. feeling your throat tighten and gag and cough up on his dick, he couldn’t help but groan. it hurt so so bad. feeling your ass being pounded and feeling like you’re about to throw up all over his bed from the amount of gagging you’re doing. you don’t even wanna know what they’d do or say if you threw up. you try to squirm your wrists free, try to kick even harder but beomgyu only squeezes your wrists tighter, you only feel his cock twitch more at the kicking, and when you try to turn your head you only feel your scalp burning more and as if he’s about to rip out a huge chunk of your hair. you feel him shoot his cum down your throat and you immediately start trying to spit it out while his dick is still in your mouth. you can’t even focus on that though because you still have this sadistic fuck ramming into you and grabbing ur ass every few seconds, gripping his nails into it.

“don’t waste it all. you know it’s an honor that we’re even doing this to you. show us some respect.”

respect? an honor? was he joking? he takes his dick out of ur mouth before he slams your face right into the mattress. you couldn’t breathe, couldn’t scream, couldn’t struggle because your hair was still in a tight grip, couldn’t do anything but hope he let you go before you suffocated. you feel beomgyu pause before groaning loudly and finally pulling out. he did it slowly, almost teasingly, but he did it. and when he did yeonjun finally let you breathe. the only thing you could do was gasp for air and let out a few sobs. you couldn’t even scream for help you were so out of breath.

“please—stop-”

you were about to sob out loud. you were barely even able to get those two words out. tripping over your words. snot running down your nose and tears staining your face. no sense of privacy besides the fact that they still hadn’t taken off your shirt and your jeans were stuck just above your knees. even though nobody was holding your legs down it still made it difficult. you wrists still in beomgyus tight grip.

“does it really matter if she screams? everybody’s probably blackout drunk by now.”

taehyun speaks up. it’s the first thing he’s said since this whole ordeal started. he’s just been sitting in the corner getting off to this fucked up shit. you could hear his small groans and curses every once in a while but it’s hard to focus on so many things at once in a situation like this. but what if he was right? what if you screamed and nobody heard it? what if you screamed and somebody heard but they just didn’t care..

“the party is loud as hell. unless she screams fucking crazy nobody should hear.”

you wanted to scream but you also didn’t want to give them what they wanted. they wanted to hear you scream. you’d just been sobbing and saying small ows under the palm of beomgyus hand earlier. you hadn’t had any moans of pleasure at all. but they didn’t care, they were here for themselves, not you. yeonjun grabbed your chin and forced you to kiss him. you had no hands to push him away and he held your head perfectly still. he finally leaned away after what felt like forever even though it was probably only ten seconds.

“i’m gonna go down with kai, i’ll be back before the fun part.”

the fun part…? you didn’t wanna know. that evil smirk on yeonjuns face and the uncomfortable silence in the room spoke volumes though. you hear the door open and shut. you feel beomgyu let go of your wrists and you immediately sit up. at the end of the bed you just see three faces staring, piercing right into your eyes. you immediately go to pulling up your jeans and your panties before two strong hands grip both of your wrists. you slowly look up only to see taehyun staring intensely at you. as if daring you to move. he quickly pushes your chest down and you start yelling at him to get off of you.

“get off of me you asshole!”

you were pulling his hair and smacking him and you could tell he was getting frustrated. he rolls the front of your shirt up trying to get a view of your chest. finally starting to strip you clean of everything.

“does he have—shitthisfuckingbitch— scissors somewhere?”

he finally got sick of your antics and landed a clean slap on your face and you finally let go of his hair. you go to scream and he only slaps you again. he stared at your now red face and looked at you dead in your face. he was telling you to go ahead and do something else using his eyes. you didn’t wanna know how else he’d hurt you. someone finally hands him scissors and you try to push yourself up before he can cut your shirt. he puts one hand on your waist to hold you in place and one hand presses the tip of the scissors right into your collarbone.

“if you move you’ll get cut and it won’t be my fault, so i’d suggest you quit being so whiney and just be an obedient fucking whore.”

you still quickly. taehyun had to be the scariest to you. he didn’t speak much he just went straight in and tried to avoid as much talking as he could. he just wanted to get what he took you for and go on with his day. he cut your shirt off and then he goes to cut your bra off, but he quickly realizes he can’t because it’s a wired bra and he couldn’t cut through it. he puts the scissors to the side and sits up on top of you.

“take your bra off.”

you’re confused at what he just said and just lay there trying to cover up your chest.

“..what…?”

“sit up and take your bra off.”

his stare was going to be the death of you. you slowly sat up but you just looked down at your bare legs with tears streaming down your face. it was humiliating enough for him to cut up your shirt but to make you take your own bra off to get r8ped by him? it would’ve been less embarrassing if he did it himself.

“i said take it off. i’m not going to do it for you. i could always do more than a slap. and the scissors are right here.”

your start sniffling and choking on your sobs from trying not to sob outloud and give them the satisfaction. in the corner of your eyes you can see soobin getting even harder (if that was even possible) and beomgyu standing there about to unzip his pants again and start jacking off right there.

“don’t make me tell you again.”

you start un-clipping your bra as slow as you can. you slowly take the straps off your arms and slowly let the bra drop to your thighs. the only bit of coverage that you had now. he quickly throws it to the floor and pushes you back down. he starts pinching your nipples and swirling his tongue around them. you try pushing his head away but he just bites your nipple causing you to yelp. he moves away and towers over you once again. you see his hand start to move lower and he quickly starts fingering you with two fingers. you quickly go from hugging your chest to pushing against his and yelling at him to stop.

“damn you’re still barely wet? at least it’s getting there. i really don’t even need to do this. yeonjun already fucked you here so it’s ready for me but i’m choosing to be nice. do you think i’m nice?”

you quickly shake your head no and he just scoffs with a smirk. you finally decide to scream for help and all he does is take the fingers that were fucking you and forces them in your mouth and down your throat. he starts moving them around and it causes you to gag over and over.

“should i make you throw up? make you clean up the mess with your tongue while i fuck your ass?”

you only gag more around his fingers with tears spewing out your eyes before he finally pulls them out and you have a coughing fit. too busy coughing and wiping your face, you failed to notice that he already had his dick out and was rubbing the tip against your entrance. finally slightly wet, but still not wet enough where it would go in smoothly.

“wait wait wait! please don’t..!”

he just laughs.

“what? you don’t want me to?”

you mumble some no’s just barely audible to him.

“ok then, you can do it.”

confused, he grabs your hips with both hands and drags your body all the way onto his dick. you quickly wince at the feeling of being so full and once again go to trying to push him off of you. the only thing he does is grab your neck with his hand and start putting pressure and squeezing, successfully blocking your air flow. you start scratching at his arms and he just throws his head back while still thrusting into you. the sweat causing his hair to stick to his face. you go to kick at him but realize that when you flail your legs more into different positions that the feeling of him only gets worse so you just keep your legs still. however, you were still scratching at his arms, afraid you were gonna pass out and then they’d do who knows what else to you. he started to squeeze tighter and you finally started fearing for your life. trying to open your mouth to beg him to stop but no words came out.

“quit —shit-fighting me and i’ll let u-fuck!—i’ll let you breathe.”

not even having a second thought you let your hands drop to your sides and he finally lets go. you just turn your head to the side, trying to force it into the pillow to silently cry as he finishes up. he grabs your chin, and you flinch thinking he’s about to choke you again, but he just turns your chin to face him and he speaks up.

“i want you to look me in the eyes as i finish or i’m gonna make sure this whole thing for you lasts way longer than planned.”

of course he was probably lying but you didn’t want to take the chance. you hear the door open while he continues to look you in the eyes and thrust into you but you can’t even check to see who came in because you didn’t want to look away. you didn’t wanna take any chances. but once you see his eyes squeeze shut and him throw his face forward and feel the same dripping sensation out of your pussy that you’ve felt the whole night, you know he’s done. he slowly pulls out just to tease you before shaking a bit of his cum onto your legs and on your stomach before moving over. it was kai who had come back to the room, staring at you in awe.

“she’s still awake? and i missed all the fun?”

taehyun scoffs at him.

“the no drugs is so much better than what we’ve ever done before. come get a taste for yourself.”

he was speaking as if you were some meal waiting to get eaten. it was gross. it was sickening that nobody there probably even saw you as a human. kai always was and seemed to be the nicest out of them all. he was the most approachable, the most helpful, the easiest one to talk to and do projects with besides soobin. it was weird to see him staring over you with this hungered look on his eyes but he still had this oh so soft smile on his face. it made you conflicted and made you genuinely upset. hurting kai, although he was never close to you, just seemed so much more terrible than if you were to hurt taehyun. he slowly starts to crawl on top of you, one hand on his pant zipper and the other caging you in.

“you look stunning right now. even with your tears. i would love to see your pretty smile, i’ve seen it at school. oh to see you smile in this state. i think i’d die..”

he takes his thumb and wipes your tears. you grab his wrist with one hand and looked him in the eyes, begging him with your eyes to stop. but he only smiled and pulled your hand to his face, closing his eyes. it was as if he was trying to make this situation seem like a consensual thing between the two of you. he pushed you down to your back and layed completely on top of you while still holding your one wrist to the side. he was ten folds heavier than you so it made it kind of difficult to breathe. he pressed his face into the crook of your neck and just laid there for a little, just letting you hear him breathing down your neck. you finally feel his arm move to mess with his pant zipper and you start to try to move away from him but he just glides the back of his hand across your face with one hand, now looking you in the eyes, and taking his dick out his pants with the other. you could feel his tip align to your entrance and you finally gather the strength to speak. although it’s hard considering all his weight is pressing down on you.

“kai, please don—”

he just presses down even more on you and he kisses you. but not just for a second, he keeps kissing you to keep your mouth shut. whenever you moved your head to the side he moved his head with you. he was not breaking from the kiss anytime soon. as he was doing this you felt his dick finally push in. your eyes widened and your mouth opened with a gasp which he quickly took advantage of by pushing his tongue in your mouth. no matter how many times you’d experienced getting fucked tonight, it got no easier. no less painful. you finally had gotten a little ‘slicker’ down there too. the way kai was handling this just made your body feel so conflicted. but don’t get it confused, you still wanted him off of you. still wanted him out of you. he’s making slow movements in you, not really thrusting, but he’s still getting into it, just slowly. you start trying to hit his back and trying to push his face away but he only moved his other arm and grabbed your arms one at a time and forced them to stay locked around his neck. if anybody were to walk in and see you in this position, they wouldn’t even know that you didn’t want it. they would never know that he was r8ping you. it would just look like a loving couple having sex. every so often he’d let go of the kiss to breathe for 5 seconds before going back in. he uses one of his legs to move one of your legs so that he could feel you better. this was the only time tonight you felt good and you hated it. it was only his leg holding your leg down and you still could barely move it away and kick. you start trying to squirm even more as it feels better and better. he pulls away from the kiss again and pushes his forehead against yours breathing heavily.

“does it feel good finally? i can tell. yeonjun said you were dry but look how wet you are right now. did you just need a little more love? were they mean?”

you just started tearing up and crying more, your arms stuck around his neck and him drawing out these slow movements in you.

“please i just wanna —ow —go home, nobody will believe me anyways just—agh- let me go.”

you were pleading with him. he was probably the most sane person here, the safest person here to try to reason with.

“but i just—aghshitshit— love this, love you so much..i love how you feel, i love how you look,”

he leans in close to your ear and whispers to you.

“after tonight, we should keep talking, yeah? maybe date, maybe just let me keep fucking you like this. i’ve never enjoyed one of these nights more than this..”

more? of this? even if it was just him fuck no. you just shake your head no but he just presses a kiss into you again. your legs start to shake a little and you can feel him smile against your lips. he speeds up a little more and you hear him groan. you feel the vibration of his groan spread through your chest and through your lips before the same warm feeling in your pussy comes back. the same substance coming out. you felt disgusting. you felt like some prostitute cum dump off of the street. this was absolutely humiliating. he just lays their still for a few more seconds, leaving his dick in you, holding the kiss between the two of you before he finally allows you to breathe and finally pulls out. how long has it been? how much longer would they keep going? how much longer until they got bored of you and let you go home? you didn’t know. you wanted nothing more than to hug your blanket and just go to sleep and forget this all happened. but this was a night to remember for all of them and for you. he finally climbs off of you and sits at the edge of the bed swaying his feet a little like a giggly child.

“one more until we get to the fun part. soobin!”

beomgyu yelled that across the room. he sounded so happy and you hated it. you had forgotten there were five of them, and now you knew even after soobin would go, there was apparently more to go on. you just wanted to close your eyes and think about anything else, imagine anything else, but you knew they wouldn’t let you. kai stands up and comes to the side of the bed and stands you up onto the floor. good thing he was holding you up because if he wasn’t you probably would have collapsed to the ground. soobin, dick already out crawls onto the bed and lays on his back and kai sets you right in front of his dick. hard as a rock sticking straight up in the air.

“you’re gonna ride him.”

you pause and just sit there. no you weren’t. you—no. just no! but kai lifts you up by your shoulders and hovers your pussy right over soobins dick and slowly lowers you onto it. how do you even get out of this one? they’re not gonna let you lift yourself off of him, hitting him will do nothing, and you literally can’t kick your legs. even if you could, it wouldn’t do anything. you just squeeze your eyes shut before kai quickly lets go and you quickly put both of your arms on soobins chest but it’s too late and he’s already balls deep in you. you swear you can feel his imprint in your stomach and he clearly sees it too because he reaches his hand out to touch your stomach and feel. soobin was quiet. he didn’t say much in class but he always came across nice. helped when he could, smiled almost always, very calm, just overall not bad to be around. in a situation like this you almost wish he’d say something.

“have you ever rode before? or is it just mine you stay still for..”

he mumbled the last part, but you still heard him. you refused to answer, you didn’t want to give any of them a hint that this was your first time.

“i’ll help you, help me.”

you didn’t know what he meant but he grabbed both sides of your hip and easily lifts you up and down on his dick. it was as if you were his own personal alive little flesh light. it was easy for him too, didn’t give him any added difficulty. his chest just gets wetter and wetter, your tears falling like a waterfall onto it. his abs glistening despite the dark room. you tried to push his hands away and lift yourself up off of him but you were only helping him more and his hands only dug into your hips even more. he wasn’t going to let you just pull yourself off him so you easily.

“you’re taking me so—shit—so so so well.”

“you feel so—so good-ahh—so good around me baby—ah fuck-”

he was clearly hungry because even after you felt him cum, he still kept going, his balls smacking against your ass, him going from fast to slow. he finally stops completely, now just letting you sit there and squirm on his dick, getting him off more and more. you started doing it unintentionally, it was just so uncomfortable but clearly not for him, you could hear his soft groans. he moves one hand from your hip to your ass and squeezes which causes you to jump up on his dick and you could feel it pulse in you. he just starts to rub it more before he slowly moves towards your clit. he grabs some slick from it which causes you to shiver, making him curse under you. his fingers now coated, he moves to your pretty pink asshole. he circles his finger around it a little before pushing a finger inside abruptly which caused you to leans forward and jump up before sliding back down onto his dick. you could feel his dick twitch so much in you and it just made your body even more uncomfortable that it caused it to jump up again. you started shaking a little so your body naturally starts riding his dick a little, no matter how much you tried to hold yourself down. soobin starts spewing nonsense before he finally cums again in you. somebody, kai you soon see, lifts you up off of soobin and pulls you into his lap as he holds onto your tummy.

“i saw all that. you couldn’t have been that wet when it was my turn?”

you only just now noticed that yeonjun was in the room. guess over the tears, adrenaline and pain, you hadn’t noticed he came in.

“you all got your turn, all got what you wanted-”

you pause to sniffle and choke on a sob,

“just let me go now please.”

they were silently laughing at you, you could tell. there was nothing funny about any of this. why keep you here any longer if they all got a piece? to torture you?

“it’s only two in the morning sweetheart, we still have until at least seven in the morning. so at least four more hours.”

kai presses his chin in the crook of your neck. you felt sick to your stomach. at least four more hours…maybe letting yourself throw up on their dicks wouldn’t have been such a bad idea.

“and you know what’s next?”

you didn’t look up, but you knew it was yeonjun speaking by the cocky ass tone. you could almost hear the smirk he definitely had on his face through his voice.

“an actual gangbang. all five of us on you, in you, touching you, at the same time.”

now you wish you had taken the alcohol. you wish you would’ve just broken the law for once. risked getting in a wreck and getting a dui, risked waking up delirious and sick. you wished every time they suffocated, every time that they choked you that you would’ve just passed out, but they weren’t going to let you take the easy way out. five hours of every hole getting stretched, your dignity, every sliver of confidence that you ever had removed in a single night.

“you’re just gonna be just another jealous little whore trying to ruin all of our careers with a stupid rumor. how mean of you, we’d never do such a terrible thing, right? it’s impossible, crazy even.”

“right?”

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 (s.jy)

PAIRING: alpha!jake x omega!reader (f)

SUMMARY: being an omega was already hard, but being an omega with an alpha roommate was worse. especially during your heats. you’d lock yourself in your room, trying to ignore his strong scent and his presence, but jake has had enough of hearing pained wails. he’ll help you, even if he wasn’t your alpha (yet).

WARNINGS: omegaverse, roommates, unprotected sec (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, dirty talking, riding, missionary, cream pie, fingering, pussy eating, knotting (?) more to be added.

PUBLISHED: probably on 29th August (we all hope)

WC: 2.3k (more to be added!)

TAGLIST: permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @destinyhoon @jakeflvrz @emisloves @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike comment to be added.

dangerous when wet | teaser

RELEASE DATE : SUNDAY, SEPTEMBER 1ST 2024

you find out your next door neighbour loves shower sex.

PAIRING: neigbour!jake x y/n

GENRE: smut, shower sex duh, unprotected sex, oral, masturbating, dirty talk

WC: probs 10k

taglist???

mdni

you've been living in your apartment for a year now, and it finally feels like yours. it wasn’t much when you first moved in—just a small, empty space with plain white walls and a few pieces of basic furniture that came with the lease. but over time, you’ve slowly transformed it into something that feels warm and welcoming.

you’ve spent countless hours finding the perfect decorations for it. you’ve put up pictures on the once bare walls, just to take them down again and put some new ones up. you wanted everything to be perfect. you wanted it to feel like you.

most days, it’s just you here, alone with your thoughts and your textbooks. you’re deep into your college studies majority of the time. but, you’ve made your apartment perfect for studying. it’s quiet, organized and everything has its own place of where it belongs. 

you like that it's quiet here. after a long day on campus, your apartment is your retreat, your safe space. the outside world can be overwhelming, but in here, everything is just how you want it. there’s a kind of peace that comes with knowing you have a place that’s all your own, where you can shut the door and leave everything else behind.

today is one of those rare days when you don’t have any classes, so you’ve planned to spend the entire day catching up on your studies. you’ve got your textbooks laid out on the coffee table, your laptop open with a dozen tabs ready to go, and a playlist of soft music playing in the background to keep you focused.

but as you’re about to dive into your notes, you hear some noises in the hallway. at first, it’s just a faint rustling, but then it gets louder, like someone’s moving furniture or carrying something heavy. you pause, your pen hovering over your notebook, and listen. the sounds continue, voices joining in, and for a moment, you wonder what’s going on. then it hits you—mrs. blue, the sweet old lady who used to live next door, moved out last week. someone must be moving in now.

curiosity gets the better of you, so you quietly get up and tiptoe to the front door. you peek through the peephole, trying not to make a sound. through the tiny lens, you see a boy around your age standing in the hallway, a cardboard box balanced easily in one hand. even through the peephole, it’s clear that he’s good-looking and he knows it. 

he’s laughing at something one of the other guys says, his smile wide and easy, and you can’t help but notice the way his confidence just radiates off him. there are a couple of other boys with him, also carrying boxes into the apartment next door, and they’re all chatting and joking like they’ve known each other forever. you wonder which one of them, or how many of them are moving in. 

you watch for a moment longer, feeling a strange mix of curiosity and something else you can’t quite name. this new neighbor is nothing like mrs. blue, that’s for sure.

but for now, you go back to your studying, putting in your headphones this time and ignoring the slight bumps you hear from the furniture being moved around next door. 

it isn’t until later when you’re making dinner that you realize you’re out of sauce for your pasta. you check all your cupboards for anything you can use, but turn out empty handed. 

you sigh, knowing that you’ll have to run to the store to get some more sauce for your dinner. you wanted to have one day where you could just stay in your apartment all day and relax. 

but, you grab your purse and decide to leave for the store, keeping on your pink pajama shorts and top since you think that you’ll only be running in and out of the store in a short amount of time. 

you’re halfway into the hallway when the door to the apartment next to yours swings open and you almost walk straight into someone. you gasp, stumbling back a step as your eyes dart up to see who it is. 

“i’m so, so sorry! are you okay?” the words tumble out of your mouth in a rush as you steady yourself, your heart still racing from the near collision.

the man in front of you looks down at you, and you realize it was the man from earlier you saw through your peephole. you’re too flustered to say anything else. he’s taller than you though and his tousled brown hair is pushed back off of his forehead. a slow, easy grin makes his way onto his face. 

he glances down, taking in your outfit and chuckles softly. the sound makes your cheeks burn with embarrassment, and you suddenly wish you’d at least thrown on a hoodie before stepping out. 

“it’s alright,” he says, his voice smooth and warm, like he’s genuinely amused by the situation. “i’m jake, by the way. i just moved in.” he extends his hand to you, and it takes a second for you to register what’s happening.

“i’m y/n,” you manage to mumble as you shake his hand, your voice coming out more timidly than you’d like. internally, you’re cursing yourself for being so shy, especially in front of someone who seems so effortlessly confident. his hand is warm, his grip firm, and you can’t help but feel a little more flustered as you pull your hand back.

“nice to meet you, y/n,” jake says, still smiling that smile that makes it hard to think straight. “i’ll see you around, then.” with that, he turns and starts walking down the hall, catching up with a couple of guys who are waiting for him. as they pass by, both of them wave at you, and you manage a small wave back before they disappear down the apartment building steps.

once they’re gone, you let out a breath you didn’t realize you were holding, your cheeks still warm with embarrassment. you’re standing in the hallway in your pink pajamas and just almost ran into your ridiculously hot next door neighbour. 

you cringe at yourself and start to leave the building as well, making your way to the store. you can’t stop thinking about jake the whole way there. you’re both curious and intimidated by him. he’s attractive, confident and seems so carefree. everything that you’re not. 

you wonder what its going to be like living next door to someone like him.

full release date september 1st!!

𝐒𝐇𝐀𝐌𝐄𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒 (s.jy)

PAIRING: alpha!jake x omega!reader (f)

SUMMARY: being an omega was already hard, but being an omega with an alpha roommate was worse. especially during your heats. you’d lock yourself in your room, trying to ignore his strong scent and his presence, but jake has had enough of hearing pained wails. he’ll help you, even if he wasn’t your alpha (yet).

WARNINGS: omegaverse, roommates, unprotected sec (don’t be silly, wrap your willy), breeding kink, dirty talking, riding, missionary, cream pie, fingering, pussy eating, knotting (?) more to be added.

PUBLISHED: probably on 29th August (we all hope)

WC: 2.3k (more to be added!)

TAGLIST: permanent) @stolasisyourparent @jaeyunsbimbo @jwnghyuns @bangtancultsposts @shawnyle @jooniesbears-blog @skzenhalove @ro-diaries @onlyhyunjin @xcosmi @strawberrhypen @heeheeswifey @destinyhoon @jakeflvrz @emisloves @astratlantis @tunafishyfishylike comment to be added.

📲 𝓦𝗲𝓥𝗲𝗿𝓼𝗲.COM . . . ENHYPEN HAS POSTED !

filler edition ୨୧ catch up with mila

my hair is so messy after working out ㅋㅋㅋ

ENGENE1. EXCUSE ME MAAM??? WHERE WAS THE WARNING???

ENGENE2. she knows what she’s doing y’all

ENGENE3. “my hair is so messy” BITCH AINT NO ONE LOOKING AT YOUR HAIR

ENGENE4. what a pretty red shirt 😍😍

everyone please welcome my baby girl boba the new member of our en-family ❤️❤️

ENGENE1. OMG WELCOME BOBA CUTIE 🥹engenes will shower you with so much love 🫶

ENGENE2. “baby girl”???? that should be me~~

ENGENE3. MILA HAS A DOG NOW???

MILANA. surprise 🤗

MILANA. no one came looking for her so now she’s mine

ENGENE4. mila being the mother that stepped up

ENGENE5. somehow mila naming her dog after a food makes so much sense

engenes this one is for you!😤

JAKE. what is this??? ㅋㅋㅋ

YOUR MILA. this is how much i love engenes

KIKI. but you missed???

YOUR MILA. :(

ENGENE1. it’s okay guys i can fix her

KIKI. mmm no <3

thank you jay oppa for today~ i love you soooo much 💖

ENGENE1. mila and her favourite oppa <3

JAY. haha that’s me 😎

ENHYPEN SUNGHOON. i want my hoodie back

JAKE. and the handbag i bought for you

SUNGHOON. and the jewellery

NIKI. same here

YOUR MILA. 🙄

ENGENE2. SUS SUS SUS

JUST JUNGWONIE. did you guys have fun??🙂

ENGENE3. LMAOOO NOT THE PASSIVE AGRESSIVE SMILE

YOUR MILA. aigoo-yah~~

ACORN. where’s mine??

YOUR MILA. i brought some for you too 💞

KIKI. this is favouritism

ENGENE4. the fact that one post from mila is able to summon all the enha members 😆

ENGENE5. heeseung where are you? your position favourite oppa is being stolenㅋㅋ

ENGENE’S MAN. really?

ENGENE’S MAN. but i don’t think so

©ENMI-LAND ( do not copy, translate, repost )

✸ XO ⸝ MILA

𓈀 2O22 #ORiGiNS OF OT8. ❛ MiLA RiZZING ENHA UP! ❜

𝓰𝗲𝗻𝓻𝗲𝘀. angst, fluff, crack, romance, drama 𝓽𝗿𝗼𝗽𝓮𝓼. she fell first, they fell harder; unrequited love, misunderstandings & miscommunications

꒰ 엔하이픈 ⸝ XO 💭𝗂’𝗅𝗅 𝖾𝗏𝖾𝗇 𝗉𝗅𝗎𝖼𝗄 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗌𝗎𝗇, 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗆𝗈𝗈𝗇 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗒𝗈𝗎, 𝗃𝗎𝗌𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝗐𝗈𝗋𝖽. 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝗉𝖾𝗋𝗆𝗂𝗌𝗌𝗂𝗈𝗇. 𝗒𝗈𝗎𝗋 𝖷𝖮, 𝗆𝗒 𝗌𝖺𝗅𝗏𝖺𝗍𝗂𝗈𝗇.

O1. CUPiD iS SO STUPiD

𝓪𝗹𝘁𝓮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺’𝗌 𝗍𝖺𝗄𝖾 𝗈𝗇 𝖻𝖾𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗂𝗇 𝗅𝗈𝗏𝖾.

💭 Mila has been in love with her seven male co-members probably since their debut. Do they know about it? No. Does she want them to know about it? Also no. But it’s kinda annoying to see so many women hitting on them, so now she’s wondering if she should just cough up a confession. The question is, how does she get them to say yes to her?

O2. LONELY HEARTS CLUB

𝓪𝗹𝘁𝓮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝗂𝗌 𝖿𝖾𝖾𝗅𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝗏𝖾𝗋𝗒 𝗌𝗂𝗇𝗀𝗅𝖾 𝗋𝗂𝗀𝗁𝗍 𝗇𝗈𝗐.

💭 Please come back later.

O3. LOVE ME, LOVE ME NOT

𝓪𝗹𝘁𝓮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗌 𝖿𝗈𝗋 𝗍𝗁𝖾𝗆 𝗍𝗈 𝗀𝗂𝗏𝖾 𝗁𝖾𝗋 𝖺 𝗌𝗂𝗀𝗇.

💭 Please come back later.

O4. HEARTBREAK ANNiVERSARY

𝓪𝗹𝘁𝓮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝖼𝖺𝗇’𝗍 𝗌𝖺𝗒 𝗌𝗁𝖾 𝖽𝗂𝖽𝗇’𝗍 𝗍𝗋𝗒…

💭 Please come back later.

O5. XO, DON’T SAY NO

𝓪𝗹𝘁𝓮𝗿𝗻𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗹𝘆, 𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝗀𝖾𝗍𝗌 𝗍𝗁𝖾 𝖺𝗇𝗌𝗐𝖾𝗋 𝗌𝗁𝖾’𝗌 𝖻𝖾𝖾𝗇 𝗐𝖺𝗂𝗍𝗂𝗇𝗀 𝖿𝗈𝗋.

💭 Please come back later.

this duo🍻♥💥

JAKE AND SUNGHOON FOR DAZED KOREA X Tiffany & Co.

♠🕸💣💥🍵🍾🍳

✸ ‧ ‧ ‧ THiNKiNG NONSENSE ❪ diary ❫

( 爱 ⋆ 𝐍𝐆𝐄𝓛 )─────▏𝗆𝗂𝗅𝖺 𝖻𝗋𝖺𝗂𝗇𝗋𝗈𝗍 𝗍𝗈 𝗄𝖾𝖾𝗉 𝗒𝗈𝗎 𝖿𝖾𝖽.

🥝 ╱ chapter ideas ⌖ 𝒌𝒾𝓁𝓁𝙨𝙝𝙤𝙩. suggestive ideas marked by * ໒꒰ྀིᵔ ᵕ ᵔ ꒱ྀི১ 𝒍𝒐𝒗𝒆𝗺𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵 decision to write these depends on reader request and author motivation.

⋆ NEVERTHELESS

mila doesn’t know what to think about her sunbae, hwang sejun, but she’s stuck with him as long as the two of them remain on the cast for the drama they’re filming. mila is not the main female lead, but she’s been getting a lot of attention—from the press, from fans, and from sejun himself.

⋆ MISS STEAL YOUR GIRL *

mila sees a user named ‘sunghoon’s girl’ during a live and wants to steal her from him. sunghoon, who is watching the live in the car, is not amused. “but what about sunghoon?” “he’s not here right now.” as for what happens when he gets back to the dorms, well, i’ll leave that to your imagination…

⋆ WILL YOU MARRY ME?

mila is twenty-seven years old when she has her first role as the female lead of an upcoming drama being filmed in china, which leads her to leave behind south korea and her beloved boyfriends. it turns out the separation was needed for them to gather up the courage to pop the one question mila has been wanting years to hear.

⋆ ALIBI

mila doesn’t know why she woke up to the chaos that is the weverse feed being clogged by—wait, is that a screenshot of the enhypen official account liking one of her spicy edits on tiktok? snd why is she the one being told to do the damage control for this? it was obviously jake’s fault—oh…

⋆ HEESEUNG’S TYPE *

mila hears that heeseung claims to prefer sexy girls over cute girls, and naturally mila decides to seduce him to prove herself. some few good hours of plotting later and she’s in his bed, wearing nothing but a lacy bra and a skirt that barely covers her ass—so… mission accomplished, right? unfortunately, heeseung isn’t one to admit defeat easily.

ꜜ : 𝒀𝒐𝒖 𝒅𝒐𝒏'𝒕 𝒌𝒊𝒔𝒔 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒎 ﹙ 엔하이픈 ! ﹚

↝ How ENHYPEN reacts when his cute member refuses/avoids their kisses?

⠇↴ Pairings: poly!ot7 x added member!reader ⠇↴ Words: 12.0K

Warnings ‎⸝⸝⸝ suggestive (except for the ni-ki part), lots of kisses (again…),neck kisses, desperate!Heeseung, domestic!jay as well as possessive!jay, throat grabbing (p.js part), Special guest!Layla (s.jy part), Jealous!Jake, a little bit mean!sunghoon, allusion to shower sex (p.sh part), a little angst (k.sw part), soft comfort (k.sw part), changing in front of each other (k.sw part), a little insecure! Jungwon

Wonnie’s note ‎⸝⸝⸝ Okay, honestly, after writing this, I can't stop thinking about Sunghoon's and sunoo's, they got me like 🫠🫠. ni-ki's one has me kicking my feet 🤭, I found it more cute than i imagined. Again, English is not my first language, so I'm sorry if there are misprints or if lose the sense in some parts. thank you very much for taking the time to read my work. ᵔᴗᵔ

𝘺𝘢𝘯𝘸𝘰𝘯𝘯𝘪𝘦𝘴 2024 © 𝘢𝘭𝘭 𝘳𝘪𝘨𝘩𝘵𝘴 𝘳𝘦𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘷𝘦𝘥.

˖ ࣪ › Lee Heeseung ー 이희승

In the studio's bustling dressing room, the members of ENHYPEN were preparing for their upcoming performance. The space, filled with bright lights and reflections, was permeated with an organized frenzy. Makeup artists and hair stylists, moved with precision, making sure every detail was perfect for the show.

Heeseung, sitting in a high chair in front of a mirror that reflected the buzz around him, watched everything with apparent calm. His face, transformed by flawless makeup, looked even more beautiful under the dressing room lights. A light touch of gloss on his lips made them stand out subtly but effectively, adding a touch of magic to his already captivating appearance.

As the team worked around him, Heeseung tried to keep his concentration on his own preparations, but his thoughts were constantly diverted by a presence he couldn't ignore. Out of all the movements and conversations, your lips, glistening with lip gloss, captured his full attention. It was a fleeting flash at first, but quickly became a fixation.

Your lips glistened under the dressing room lights, reflecting each beam with a tantalizing sparkle. It was as if every particle of glitter was designed to catch Heeseung's gaze. The colors seemed to change with every little movement you made, from a subtle pink to an almost silvery sparkle, creating mesmerizing highlights and shadows.

Heeseung felt time slow down as his eyes followed every movement of your lips. His focus was narrowed solely on that small but fascinating part of you. Every time you moved your mouth slightly, Heeseung felt an almost magnetic attraction. It was as if those lips were a magnet, and he couldn't help but be drawn to them.

Then, when the team of stylists and makeup artists were distracted for a moment, Heeseung saw his chance. With deliberately leisurely movements, he rose from his chair. He approached you with calculated slowness, avoiding making as little noise as possible, as if every step had to be measured and perfect. When he reached your side, he carefully positioned himself behind you.

His presence was unmistakably warm and comforting. The proximity of his body, the warmth emanating from him, was a refuge amidst the chaos of the dressing room. With an almost reverent gentleness, he wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you from behind. The embrace, though unexpected, was a mixture of tenderness and protection that seemed to offer a brief respite in the maelstrom that surrounded you.

Feeling him close, you raised a hand and gently caressed his head. Your fingernails gently brushed his hair. Slowly moving your head, you turned to look at him. His eyes, which were normally serene, were now filled with hunger. Looking at you with intensity, he tried to move even closer, his lips just inches from yours. The tension in the air was almost palpable, charged with the promise of forbidden contact.

But before his lips could touch yours, you gently pulled away, a smile full of tenderness and concern on your face. -We can't -you whispered, your words a soft murmur that only he could hear -You're going to ruin the makeup, and stylist-unnie is going to be mad

Heeseung pouted, his expression changing to one of obvious disappointment and moodiness. With a resigned sigh, he turned away from you, crossing his arms and shooting you furtive glances as he plopped down in a nearby chair. At that moment, Ni-ki, came over to you and settled into your lap. Ni-ki's body, much bigger than yours, was surprisingly warm and comforting, especially when he felt half asleep. You smiled at the scene and began to stroke his hair tenderly. As your fingers moved gently through his hair, he seemed to relax even more, enjoying this small indulgence.

In the midst of this peaceful scene, Heeseung, who had been at a distance, shared a glance with you. However, his attention again was not on your face, but on your lips.

You smiled softly, a gesture that conveyed a mixture of complicity and affection. Without looking away, you sent a small flying kiss across the room. The gesture, though simple, was charged with a cuteness that seemed to cross the distance between you with delightful efficiency.

Heeseung, picking up on the subtlety of the gesture, experienced a visible reaction. His face became tinged with a subtle blush, a change that contrasted sharply with his usual confidence. His skin, normally so controlled, now showed a slight redness extending from his cheeks to the base of his ears. He looked away with an almost imperceptible movement, his eyes trying to escape eye contact, seeking refuge on the dressing room floor.

Later, after a successful performance, Heeseung didn't waste a second. Taking you by the hand with palpable determination, he dragged you into a small cleaning room nearby. He closed the door behind you with a dry click, isolating you in the gloom of the room.

Without a word, he moved in quickly and pushed you gently against the wall. The contact was immediate and enveloping; the coldness of the wall against your back contrasted with the warmth of his body. The proximity was so intense that the air between you seemed charged with electricity.

His lips met yours in a desperate kiss. The pressure of his grip was firm, almost as if he was trying to melt into you. You felt the warmth of his body through the fabric of your clothes, a sensation that enveloped you completely.

Your hand instinctively slid to his neck and jaw. You sought support in the solidity of her figure, your fingers finding an anchor in a warm, firm skin. As you clung to him, you felt the racing rhythm of his heart. Heeseung's tongue joined the contact, exploring with an urgency that spoke of pent-up desires built up all day.

The warmth of his breath, the wetness of his lips, and the pressure of his hands on your body created a heady combination that left you breathless.

Finally, when the two separated, the air in the room felt lighter, though charged with a residual energy. As they returned to the dressing room, the contrast between the intimacy of the small room and the noise of the dressing room was palpable. The gazes of the other ENHYPEN members rested on you with a mixture of curiosity and complicity. Heeseung, now beaming, wore a satisfied smile that lit up his face. His eyes sparkled with a mixture of joy and triumph, a reflection of the intensity of the moment he had just shared.

You, on the other hand, the blush on your cheeks still lingered, and your lips, slightly swollen from the fiery encounter, gave you an air of vulnerability that you couldn't hide. The other members of the group exchanged complicit glances, knowing without words what had happened in that small cleaning room.

˖ ࣪ › Park Jongseong ー 박종성

Jay woke up slowly, slipping into a pleasant sluggishness after a long tour. The feeling of rest spread through every corner of his body, like a warm embrace that refused to let go. His eyelids slowly lifted, allowing the first glimmers of morning light to filter through the curtains, bathing the room in a faint golden luminosity.

With a lazy movement, his hand sought the familiar warmth beside him, but touched only the cold loneliness of the empty sheets. A sigh of resignation escaped his lips, a low sound that was lost in the morning silence. Jay slowly sat up, stretching his aching body and calmly waking up before pulling on a crumpled shirt he had left on the floor.

The first impulse was to find you, the need to see your face and feel your closeness.

As he left his room, his steps were soft and cautious. The kitchen, normally a place of morning calm, was filled with soft murmurs and unusual warmth. Jay approached with stealth, his steps light and his movements measured. As he peeked through the doorway, the outside world seemed to fade away, and all that remained was the scene unfolding in front of him.

There you were, in the center of the kitchen, wrapped in Jay's huge shirt that fit you like an overflowing dress. The fabric moved gracefully around your figure, accentuating your presence in a lovely way. Your hair fell freely over your shoulders, a few strands framing your face with a natural softness.

Jungwon was hugging you from behind, his arms wrapping around you with palpable softness. He was so close to you that he seemed to melt into your body. His movements were slow and synchronized, as if he was adjusting to your every move. Your back was pressed against his chest, and you moved with him like a koala clinging to a tree.

Your every little movement was accompanied by Jungwon's slight adjustment, his arms wrapped lovingly around you. His face, partially hidden in the hollow of your neck, showed an expression of serenity and contentment. Jungwon's eyes were closed, and he seemed to be immersed in a kind of deep calm, enjoying the intimate moment.

As you moved about, concentrating on preparing something in the kitchen, the sensation of his body so close to you was a constant reminder of his presence.

The image of you, wrapped in his shirt and embraced so affectionately by Jungwon, filled his heart with a mixture of emotions, he stood there, at the threshold of the kitchen, allowing the moment to be etched in his memory.

Suddenly, Jungwon, noticing Jay's presence, raised his head and slowly turned around -Hyung -he said in a soft, friendly voice. His eyes sparkled with a spark of joy.

Your attention was redirected to Jay as you heard the greeting, and as you turned, your warm, genuine smile made Jay feel even more caught up in the moment. That smile, so pure and sincere, lighting up your face in a way that made Jay's heart beat faster.

Jay watched you closely, appreciating every detail with almost reverent attention.

-Would you like some toast? -you asked, interrupting Jay's moment of admiration with a simple, everyday offer. Jay nodded, his gaze still fixed on you as he watched you fondly.

Jungwon, with a playful smile and a glint of mischief in his eyes, leaned toward you and gave you a kiss on the cheek before rising to find the others.

Seizing the opportunity, Jay rose from the table, his movements deliberate and laden with intent. Every step he took towards you was filled with desire and a certain need to be close, to wrap you in his own hug. He walked slowly, almost as if every second stretched, building anticipation in his chest.

When he reached your side, he wrapped his arms around you. His hands, firm but gentle, were placed on your waist, feeling the warmth of your skin through the thin fabric of your shirt. His touch was a constant reminder of his presence, of his desire to be near you.

The rhythm of your breathing synchronized with his, creating a bubble of calm and affection between you. Jay's proximity made you feel more aware of every little detail: the soft breath on your neck, the steady beat of his heart against your back, the way his fingers traced slow circles on your skin.

You looked at him for a few seconds, your eyes searching his, finding in them a mixture of desire and affection that made you feel even closer to him. Jay fixed his gaze on your lips, his deep dark eyes reflecting an intensity that seemed almost palpable. A mischievous smile looming on your face, playing with the anticipation of the moment.

Suddenly, when Jay leaned in to kiss you, you pulled away just in time, causing him to only press a kiss to your cheek. The fleeting contact of his lips on your skin left a warm, slightly tingling sensation spreading across your face. The surprise in his eyes quickly turned into a warning look.

-T/N -he said, his voice low and gravelly, each syllable delivered with an intensity that made you shiver. The way he said your name sent a shiver down your spine. His eyes never left yours, his expression filled with a mixture of lust and playful warning.

You watched his expression with feigned innocence, your lips curving into a slight smile as you cocked your head to one side, as if you didn't really understand what was going on. -What…? -You asked, your voice soft and curious, though your eyes sparkled with mischief.

With a quick, decisive movement, his hand moved to your neck, wrapping around it firmly, but without becoming rough. The touch of his hand was a combination of softness and authority, a clear message of his desire to control the moment. You felt the pressure of his fingers on your skin, sending a current of excitement through your body.

With a gentle but firm tug, Jay pulled you to him, eliminating any space between your bodies. The force of his action left you breathless for a moment, your heart beating frantically in your chest. Jay tilted his head and captured your lips in a fierce kiss. His lips moved with an urgency that spoke of a repressed urge, a need to reclaim what he considered his own. The kiss was deep, your mouth demanding an immediate response. You felt the force of his passion in every movement, his tongue invading your mouth with a possessive familiarity.

Jay's hand on your neck kept his pressure on, controlling your movements and making sure you couldn't escape. The intensity of his kiss left you dizzy, your hands instinctively clinging to his shirt, searching for some sort of stability.

Finally, when the air became necessary, Jay pulled away slightly, his eyes still full of desire and a satisfied smile curving his lips. He looked down at you, enjoying the reaction he had provoked in you. His fingers were still gently brushing your neck, maintaining that intimate, electrifying contact. The skin on your neck burned under his touch, and you could feel the racing beat of your own heart echoing in your ears.

His warm breath caressed your skin as he murmured defiantly -Don't play with me, T/N.

Jay released his grip gently, allowing your neck to regain its freedom. Then, he calmly pulled away and sat back down at the table, his expression affirming that he had won a small victory at your own game.

˖ ࣪ › Sim Jaeyun ー 심재윤

The band members were immersed in their rehearsal, the sound of their footsteps and the synchronization of their movements creating an energetic and almost hypnotic choreography. The lights cast reflections on their concentrated faces, and sweat glistened on their foreheads as they worked their hardest.

At that moment, the door to the hall opened with an unusual creak, breaking the frantic pace of the rehearsal. The band members, used to the routine, looked up distractedly, but the real impact of the interruption came in the form of a small golden whirlwind. Layla, Jake's beloved Golden Retriever, made her triumphant entrance, her paws wagging with playful grace and her tail waving like a banner of overflowing happiness.

Time seemed to slow down for Jake as soon as he saw Layla. The impact of the sight of his loyal pet, her eyes shining and her body shaking with excitement, was so powerful that Jake froze for a brief second. On his face was a look of astonishment that soon turned into a smile of pure happiness.

Layla, detecting Jake's gaze, let out a joyful bark and her paws rushed in his direction, moving with a speed that only dogs can achieve in a state of euphoria. Jake knelt on the ground, opening his arms to receive his furry friend's affection, and Layla leapt toward him with infectious enthusiasm. The love in his eyes was evident, and he whispered loving words as he scratched behind her ears, causing Layla to wag her tail even faster.

In a corner of the room, you were resting next to Sunoo, who had found a corner on the floor to relax after an intense session. You had made yourself comfortable on the floor with Sunoo's head resting on your stomach, the warmth and quiet of the moment providing a needed respite. Sunoo had closed his eyes momentarily, enjoying the calm, while you played with the hair at the nape of his neck, feeling the contrast between the softness of his hair and the firmness of his body.

The cameraman, stationed in a nearby corner, was capturing the authentic essence of the band's rehearsals and daily life. However, upon seeing Layla appear, he couldn't help but capture the scene with an intrigued look. Both you and Sunoo noticed the change in the atmosphere. The sound of Layla's barking filled the room, and you both stood up at the same time, drawn by the pet's vibrant presence.

Layla ran toward you, her paws pounding the floor with a frantic rhythm. When she reached your side, she pounced on you with uncontrollable exuberance, her eyes shining with happiness.

Her licks were so fast and abundant that your face was soon covered with her wet affection. His paws stretched across your chest made you feel his light but joyful weight, and you couldn't help but laugh with that infectious laughter that seems to come from deep within the heart when one is surrounded by unconditional love. The sound of your laughter mingled with the laughter and shouts of the other band members, who, seeing the scene, joined in the chorus of joy.

Jake, who watched the scene with a mixture of fondness and concern, quickly approached you. With an affectionate but determined gesture, he tried to pull Layla away from you, concerned about the dog's overflowing enthusiasm. His hands moved carefully, seeking to balance Layla's affectionate invasion with the need to allow you to breathe and recover from the barrage of licking.

As Layla continued to insist on her display of affection, Sunghoon came over and, with an amusement-filled smile, helped you up from the floor. The scene was charged with a joyful energy, and Sunghoon's face reflected genuine amusement as he extended a hand to help you to your feet. The atmosphere in the room had transformed into a spontaneous party, with Layla performing her new role as your personal bodyguard with a dedication that bordered on the comical.

Jake, with a sigh of relief and a hint of resignation, watched Layla as she settled in next to you during breaks. He watched as Layla moved next to you with such intense fidelity that, at times, it seemed almost comical. Every time you got up or moved, Layla would get up too, wagging her tail with a mixture of enthusiasm and vigilance, as if she were your personal guardian of your every move.

From the first meeting between you and Layla, the dog had demonstrated a surprising level of protectiveness and territoriality. Whenever Jake approached for a kiss, Layla seemed to detect the intent immediately. The dog would rise with a quickness that surprised, moving between Jake and you with a playful but determined energy. Before Jake could touch your lips, Layla would intervene with an enthusiastic leap, placing her muzzle between you.

The scene repeated itself with increasing frequency, and each attempt by Jake became a kind of game between him and Layla. Jake's patience was wearing thin with each new canine kiss, and his face wore an expression that combined amusement with mild exasperation.

Finally, after two days of this unusual and comical dynamic, it was time to say goodbye. Layla had to return to Australia, and the atmosphere in the room was permeated with a mixture of sadness and gratitude. The ENHYPEN members approached the dog, petting her and bidding her a fond farewell. Jake, with a fond expression and a hint of sadness in his eyes, watched as Layla slowly walked away. The dog looked back one more time before leaving, her eyes reflecting a gleam that seemed to understand the importance of the moment.

As soon as Layla walked through the door, Jake turned to you with determination. The expression on his face was a mixture of relief and lust. Without wasting any time, he took your hand with a firmness that conveyed urgency. He guided you through the hallway with quick steps, his grip on your hand revealing a mixture of anxiousness and a need to be alone with you.

When you reached your room, the door closed with a click that echoed in the air, creating an intimate and private atmosphere. His hands, firm but loving, rested on your waist, wrapping around it with a strength that made you feel his wish to hold you close. His fingers sank into the softness of your skin, pressing you against him with a passion that made you feel his warmth and his need.

He kissed you with a desperation that seemed to release all the emotion built up over the previous days. His lips found yours with an intensity that spoke of a need to connect deeply with you. Each kiss was an expression of the need to rediscover each other without interruption.

He laid you down on the bed with a mixture of intensity and care, each movement charged with pent-up emotion. His legs tangled with yours as he leaned over you, his hands still firmly gripping your waist, as if he feared you might vanish if he moved an inch away. The sensation of being gently imprisoned against him, his chest against yours, his hands on your waist, enveloped you in a wave of warmth.

When he finally broke away, the difference between the fiery passion of his kiss and the frustration that still showed on his face made you laugh. The sound of your laughter was a mixture of relief and amusement, and the contrast between the fervor of his kiss and the blush on his cheeks was comical to you. Jake, flushed and with an expression of curiosity and mild annoyance, looked at you and asked with a touch of disbelief -Why are you laughing?

You, with a playful smile on your lips, answered him with a mischievous twinkle in your eye

-I can't believe you're jealous of your own pet.

Jake's face reddened even more, a mixture of embarrassment and affection in his eyes. With a sigh of surrender and a smile, he buried his face in your neck, leaving a trail of wet, smoldering kisses. His lips moved slowly and deliberately, each kiss on your skin was like a fiery caress that ignited a wave of pleasure. His lips explored every nook and cranny of your neck, from the base to behind your ear.

-My pet tried to steal my girlfriend.

As Jake continued to fill your neck with soft kisses, you fiddled with his hair, feeling the silky texture of his locks between your fingers. His warm breath and gentle nibbles on your skin created an electrifying sensation that spread throughout your body. The small moans of pleasure that escaped your lips were absorbed by Jake's lips, their close, burning contact stoking the desire that had been building for days.

˖ ࣪ › Park Sunghoon ー 박성훈

The living room was immersed in a deep silence, a haven of calm in the daily routine. The wall clock, with its constant ticking, marked the hour when the house was usually in its most serene state. The atmosphere was peaceful, barely disturbed by the soft murmur of the television, which cast a warm light over the space, accentuating the tranquility of the evening. At that moment, the only inhabitant in the apartment was you, enjoying the solitude and quiet while the others were busy fulfilling their commitments.

You were on the sofa, sinking into its soft cushions, immersed in your thoughts. Each time the clock ticked another minute, it seemed that the silence deepened, enveloping the room in an almost palpable sense of peace. The corner you had settled into felt like a little haven where you could disconnect from the constant activity that normally surrounded your life.

Suddenly, the sound of the front door opening broke the silence of the room. The entrance made its presence known with a slight creak, and the echo of the door closing quickly faded into the air. You curiously sat up from your position on the couch, your mind anticipating the arrival of Heeseung, who should be returning from one of our long recording sessions.

Instead of him, it was Sunghoon who stood there, an unexpected change to the usual picture. Sunghoon appeared with a remarkable presence; his defined muscles were taut and glistening in the soft light of the foyer, giving him an almost heroic air in his appearance. He was wearing gray sweatpants that clung to his athletic figure, accentuating the firmness of his posture. The fabric of the absorbent material was slightly clinging to his skin, revealing the traces of his recent workout.

The intensity of his training was reflected in the slight panting he still dragged with him, and his breathing, though regular, seemed to carry an intensity you had learned to recognize.

Sunghoon, noticing your gaze, could not help but smile with a mixture of satisfaction and mischief. His smile, which started at the corners of his lips and spread to light up his eyes, was a reflection of the amusement he felt at seeing your reaction.

He advanced towards you with firm, determined steps. You knew exactly what he was going to do, and the familiarity of his actions only heightened the anticipation you felt.

You tried to deflect the situation with a warning tone that, despite its serious intent, was far from convincing. -Don't do it -you told him. The warning tone was almost a game in itself.

Sunghoon, with his expression of feigned innocence, arched an eyebrow in a gesture that only accentuated his mischievous smile. -What shouldn't I do? -he asked, his voice soft and teasing. The question was clearly meant to prolong the game, and his naughty smirk was a clear indication that he already knew the answer to his own question. His gaze did not leave yours, and you could see in his eyes the spark of amusement that lit up his face.

Sunghoon moved with a speed that surprised you, and in an instant, you found yourself caught in his arms. The force with which he enveloped you was firm and sure, preventing any possibility of escape. The contact of his hardened abdomen against you was unavoidable, and every tense muscle was felt through the fabric of his sport shirt. The intensity of the workout was reflected in the feel of his skin, which, though still warm from exertion, was moist and slippery.

You tried to move, twisting and writhing, trying to free yourself from his tight embrace. The texture of his sweaty skin under your hands and the firmness of his grip made your movements limited. Each attempt at release only seemed to tighten the embrace, and the heat built up between you became increasingly noticeable. Despite your efforts, you couldn't help but feel the security and comfort that came with close contact.

Finally, you surrendered to the inevitable reality of the moment. The struggle to free yourself faded into an acceptance of his embrace, and you allowed him to settle against you. Sunghoon, aware of your surrender, adjusted his position with a mixture of softness and satisfaction. His movements were smooth and meticulous, as if each adjustment was designed to maximize your comfort, despite the lingering wetness of his skin.

As he settled in, Sunghoon leaned toward you. The sound of his breath on your neck, combined with the warmth of his skin, created a sense of intimacy that was hard to ignore. His face, buried in the hollow of your neck, seemed to seek refuge in you, and the sweat on his skin mingled with the warmth of your own body.

Despite your discomfort, there was something undeniably tender in Sunghoon's gesture. The closeness and the way he clung to you, the warmth of his body and the faint scent of sweat he left in the air.

The contrast between the sweat and the warmth of his skin, along with the softness of his hug, created an enveloping atmosphere.

Sunghoon, feeling the need to assess the situation, stepped back slightly. His eyes softened, and a tender smile appeared on his lips as he saw how adorable you looked at that moment. The look on his face reflected a mixture of affection and amusement, and he leaned toward you, bringing his lips close to yours with the intention of kissing you. However, you dodged the contact, turning your head slightly away.

-You don't deserve it -you said, trying to maintain a tone of indignation.

Sunghoon, with a derisive chuckle escaping his lips, was not deterred by your evasion. Without warning, he pressed you against the wall of his room with a nimble and decisive movement. The action was swift, and before you could react, his legs were placed between yours, pulling you even closer to him. The brush of his body against yours, combined with the firmness of his grip, created a sense of closeness that was hard to ignore.

He leaned into you, and the brush of his lips against your neck was delicate, but loaded with intentionality. His breathing, deep and rhythmic, became more noticeable as he drew closer. The soft kiss on your neck was a light caress, his mouth moving deftly along your skin, exploring every sensitive nook and cranny with a precision that made you shiver.

The brush of his lips, though gentle, was effective in provoking a response in your body, causing an involuntary tremor to spread from the point of contact to the rest of your skin. The combination of the warmth of his body and the moist touch of his breath created a sensory experience that was hard to ignore.

-Sunghoon… don't mark-s -you said in a shaky whisper, trying to maintain a semblance of seriousness as you felt the effect of his caresses. The tone in your voice, though laden with warning, failed to hide the pleasure you were experiencing.

Sunghoon, with a playful expression on his face, decided to intensify the game. He gently pinched your waist, a movement that, though slight, caused a gasp to escape your lips. The pinch, unexpected and sudden, was enough to make you shiver, and your body reacted instantly to the surprise. The mixture of pain and pleasure set off a series of chain reactions, increasing the closeness between the two of you.

Taking advantage of the moment when your body tensed and you gave in to gasping, Sunghoon leaned even closer to you. His lips found yours in a kiss that started soft but quickly became more intense. The intensity of his kisses was palpable; his lips moved with an urgency and hunger that left no doubt about the desire he felt, a combination that was impossible to ignore.

Every movement of his tongue against yours seemed to be a declaration of his desires, and you, between whispers and moans, surrendered to the experience with submission. His hands, still firmly positioned on your waist, guided you toward the bathroom.

Sunghoon moved with smooth determination, never stopping kissing you for an instant. The bathroom door closed with a soft click behind you, plunging you into an even more intimate space. The room was illuminated by a soft light, creating a cozy and private atmosphere.

With a fluid gesture, Sunghoon turned on the shower faucet, and the hot water began to fill the space with an enveloping steam. The temperature of the water, combined with the gathering steam, created a warm, moist atmosphere that enveloped their bodies. Sunghoon, without taking his eyes off you, began to strip off your clothes, his movements slow and careful while his lips still sought yours in a lingering kiss.

˖ ࣪ › Kim Seonwoo ー 김선우

The drive back to the dormitories was quiet, with the sound of the car's engine being the only background noise. The night sky was clear, revealing a blanket of stars twinkling softly above the moving vehicle. Street lamps dimly illuminated the deserted streets, casting long, eerie shadows that danced to the rhythm of the car's lights. The interior of the vehicle was warm and comfortable, providing a cozy shelter from the cold breeze of the night outside.

Ni-ki, his young energy already spent, rested with his face buried in your neck. You felt his soft, rhythmic breathing, a warm whisper against your skin. His soft hair tickled your neck with every little movement. Ni-ki's arms, despite his drowsiness, clung lightly to you. With every little bump in the road, his body would instinctively adjust, snuggling closer and seeking an even more comfortable position.

Sunoo, on the other hand, snuggled into your lap, his light weight and slender body fitting snugly against yours. Her hair, silky and fine, slipped through your fingers as you played with it. You felt the softness of his hair, creating a soothing sensation that helped you calm your own restless thoughts.

Concern for Sunoo kept nagging at the back of your mind. All day long you had noticed his tiredness and distraction. You watched every little gesture, every slow blink and every sigh, trying to decipher what could be going through his mind. You saw the tension in his shoulders and the slight dullness in his eyes that indicated his exhaustion.

The dim light from inside the car illuminated his face, revealing his delicate features and the tranquility that could only be experienced in sleep. You decided not to move until the cart finally stopped at the apartment complex, wanting to prolong that moment of peace and connection with the two maknaes.

Finally, the car arrived at its destination. The engine was turned off and the silence grew even deeper. You woke the two maknaes gently, whispering their names and stroking their cheeks so they would slowly wake up. Ni-ki woke slowly, his eyes still half closed, blinking heavily against the soft light inside the carriage. Sunoo moved lazily, rubbing his eyes with the back of his hand and stretching like a small cat, letting out a tired sigh.

Everyone got out of the vehicle and you felt Heeseung put his arm around you, providing support and a touch of warmth in the cold night. The cool night air snuck in through the open spaces, making you snuggle a little more into his embrace. The managers waved goodbye to you with a smile and a nod of approval, as you headed inside the building. As you went upstairs, the silence remained, only interrupted by the soft hum of the elevator slowly ascending.

Each floor you passed increased the sense of calm and the accumulated exhaustion of the day seemed to settle even more on your shoulders.

The elevator stopped with a slight clink and the doors slowly opened. Arriving at Jake, Sunoo and Jungwon's floor, you turned to Sunghoon, who was watching the maknaes with concern.

-Sunghoon, can I stay with the maknaes tonight? -Your voice was a whisper that barely broke the silence of the hallway.

Sunghoon looked at you with surprise at first, then his expression softened in understanding. His eyes reflected slight curiosity and concern as he replied.

-Sure, but may I know why, are you okay? -He asked, his tone showing a mixture of genuine concern and a need to understand.

You turned to Sunoo, who looked just as tired, if not worse, than he did at the end of the recordings that afternoon. His eyes were dull, and his posture betrayed a deep exhaustion that seemed to sink his shoulders downward. His movements were slow and heavy, as if each step cost him monumental effort.

-I'm worried about Sunoo, and I want to take care of him tonight -you replied.

Sunghoon nodded slowly, his gaze shifting from you to Sunoo and then back to you. His lips formed a small sympathetic smile as he looked at the young man intently, recognizing the need for your request.

The soft glow of the lights illuminated everyone's tired faces. You said goodbye to Heeseung with a soft kiss on the mouth, feeling the warmth in his gesture, a silent promise to be there for you.

You did the same with Sunghoon, who kissed you back with a quiet smile. His lips were warm and soft, and the kiss was a mutual comfort. Jay also received a kiss on the lips, his hand clasped briefly around yours in a gesture of silent support.

When you reached Ni-ki, who could barely keep his eyes open, you kissed him on the cheek and caressed him tenderly. His skin was warm under your lips and his breathing was slow and heavy with exhaustion. The brush of your fingers on his cheek brought a slight smile to his face before his eyes closed again.

Jake was waiting for you outside the elevator, his tall, comforting figure standing out in the dimly lit hallway. He took your hand with a gentleness that contrasted with his usual strength. His hand was firm but gentle, conveying a sense of security.

As you entered the apartment, the atmosphere was calm and orderly. Jungwon, who had been conversing quietly with Jake in the hallway, approached you with a genuine smile and gave you a kiss on the lips. It was a brief gesture but full of affection, his lips were soft and warm.

Jake wrapped his arms around you, enveloping you in a comforting embrace. His arms were strong and protective, the embrace was brief but intensely warm, his lips touching yours in a soft kiss that left a trace of warmth on your skin.

You approached Sunoo, who was in the kitchen, leaning on the table with a glass of water in his hand. His posture looked tired, and his skin paled slightly under the kitchen light. Touching his face with a gentle hand, you felt the warmth of his skin, and he slowly opened his eyes. Fatigue was clearly visible in his expression, but at the sight of you, a faint smile appeared on his lips. That smile, though faint, gave you a breath of relief; at least he didn't seem to have a fever, and that reassured you.

-Should we go to bed? -you asked softly, the concern in your eyes evident, but your tone was calm and comforting.

Sunoo nodded slightly, his hand taking yours with a delicacy that reflected his exhaustion. Together, you walked towards your room, the floor of the apartment creaking softly under your footsteps, echoing faintly in the quiet hallway.

They entered his room, a space decorated in a simple but cozy style.

You told Sunoo that he needed to change to sleep. Though he groaned with a slight sigh, he walked to his drawer. The movement of his legs was leisurely and fatigued, and his posture clearly reflected the accumulated fatigue. He opened the drawer with a trembling hand and began to search through his collection of comfortable clothes.

Meanwhile, you stood near the bed, watching Sunoo rummage through her clothes. The room was shrouded in dim light, which came from a table lamp in the corner, creating a warm, soft glow that accentuated the quiet atmosphere. The soft hum of the heater in the background added an additional layer of comfort to the space.

Sunoo stopped and asked you in a faint voice -Why don't you change?

-I wasn't really planning to stay with you, so I don't have pajamas -you admitted, a little flushed by the confession.

He returned to his drawer and, with a deliberate movement, offered you one of his shirts. The garment was obviously large for you, its long sleeves and loose-fitting fabric contrasting with your figure. The shirt was made of a soft, comfortable material, and had a familiar scent that made you feel even closer to him.

-You can wear this -Sunoo said, his voice had a soft tone, full of care and a hint of concern for your well-being.

Sunoo's scent intensified as you wrapped yourself in the garment, filling you with a sense of comfort and closeness.

Sunoo, watched you with a gaze that combined admiration and affection. His eyes followed your every move, and he couldn't help but break the silence with a voice full of sincerity.

-You're beautiful -Sunoo said, his words floating in the air with a soft tone full of affection.

You blushed at the compliment, warmth spreading across your cheeks as you turned to him.

-Thank you -you said, your voice a whisper full of gratitude.

You approached him with a gentle, attentive manner, your movements careful and deliberate, as if you wanted to make sure you didn't invade his personal space.

-Do you want me to wash your face? -you asked in a soft tone of voice, almost like a whisper, your eyes fixed on his with an expression of sincere care.

Sunoo nodded slowly, his eyes already heavy with fatigue. He settled himself near the sink, allowing you to approach with all the attention you offered him. The mood in the bathroom was serene, with the warm light creating a play of soft shadows on her fatigued features. You immediately sprang into action.

You began to wet a small towel with warm water, the sound of dripping water the only noise that broke the still silence. With delicate movements, you began to clean Sunoo's face, who, half asleep, was enjoying your gentle massage on his skin.

His arms were wrapped around you with a strength that, although relaxed, conveyed a sense of security.

Your fingers moved in small, meticulous circles, gently massaging his cheeks and forehead. Sunoo relaxed under your touch, his eyelids slowly closing and his lips curving into a contented expression. He opened his eyes from time to time to look at your face, completely focused on the care you were giving him.

When your eyes finally met his, Sunoo raised a hand slowly, touching your cheek tenderly. His touch was subtle, but it was full of affection. His hand was warm and his touch, though light, was firm in its gratitude. He drew you to him gently, as if he wanted to make sure you were as close as possible. The pressure of his arms around your waist did not slacken, keeping you immobilized.

Carefully, you finished wiping the soap residue from his face. The soft towel moved easily over his skin, encircled by his firmly secured arms. Finally, after completely drying his face, Sunoo looked up at you with an expression of sincere thanks. His voice, laden with a sleepy, loving tone, broke the silence.

-Give me a kiss -Sunoo asked in a low, melodic voice, a request that combined tenderness and a touch of neediness.

You approached him with a warm smile and kissed his forehead gently.

-Not there, noona… -he complained with a slight pout on his lips.

You smiled at his complaint, the play on words and the childish gesture gave him an adorable air. You slowly moved down to kiss both of his cheeks, the contact was soft and affectionate. Each kiss was a light caress on his tired skin, and you felt the tension in his face begin to relax under your touch.

However, Sunoo seemed to lose patience.

In a decisive, passionate move, he lifted you up and placed you on the countertop of the bathroom sink. The cool surface of the sink contrasted with the warmth of your body, creating an intriguing and electrifying sensation.

Once you were seated on the countertop, Sunoo positioned himself between your legs. He kissed you with an intensity that took you by surprise. The kiss was urgent, his lips pressed against yours with a palpable need. His hands moved firmly around your waist, pressing you even more against him and creating a physical connection that seemed unbreakable.

Your hands rested on his shoulders, feeling the muscle tense under the fabric of his shirt. The strength of his grip enveloped you in a sense of security, and the closeness between you was almost overwhelming.

Sunoo, with a purposeful movement, guided your legs around his tiny waist, making sure you were completely connected to him. The way his hands moved across your body was firm but full of care, each gesture conveying a mixture of desire and protectiveness. His hands were positioned just below where your ass began, offering solid support as he carried you in his arms towards the bed.

The sensation of being carried by him was both comforting and exciting. His steps were sure as he made his way to the bed, and the contact of his body with yours was a constant source of warmth and closeness. He gently settled you on the bed, lowering you gently onto the mattress with reverent care.

Sunoo broke the kiss and looked at you with an expression of deep affection. his eyes, searching yours, and the silence between you was filled with a quiet but powerful connection. The light in the room went out, plunging the room into a warm, cozy gloom.

He got into bed next to you, his movements gentle but sure, as if he wanted to make sure you were completely comfortable and tucked in. His arm went around you, and he placed his face in the crook of your neck. The warmth of his breath against your skin was comforting.

As you settled into the bed, your hands began to gently play with his hair. Each caress was a delicate and loving gesture, moving your fingers slowly through her silky locks. The touch of your hands in his hair was comforting to both you and him, creating an atmosphere of tranquility and closeness.

Sunoo snuggled closer, his breaths becoming deeper and more regular as he settled into the bed. His body was completely relaxed against yours, and the warmth of his embrace enveloped you in a sense of security and peace. The gentle rhythm of his breaths on your neck helped you relax, and the closeness between you created a perfect space to rest.

˖ ࣪ › Yang Jungwon ー 양정원

The studio was meticulously prepared for the occasion, lit with bright lights that reflected a vibrant and welcoming atmosphere. The décor was reminiscent of a traditional classroom, with desks, chairs and various school supplies arranged in an orderly fashion. The atmosphere was designed to make conversation flow naturally, as if it were a casual conversation between classmates.

You and Jungwon were seated at a table in the center of the set. You were both wearing student uniforms, the attire evoking a youthful and fresh image. When you sat down at the desk, Jungwon noticed that there was nothing to cover your legs. With a thoughtful gesture, he asked for a blanket to be brought to you, wanting to make sure you would be comfortable during the recording.

The MC, a friendly young man about the same age as you, led the conversation with enthusiasm and curiosity. His questions focused on both of your school experiences, exploring topics such as favorite subjects and funniest anecdotes from your time at school.

Whenever the MC spoke to you, his eyes sparkled with a mixture of interest and admiration. It was evident that he found you a source of fascination, and this behavior did not go unnoticed by Jungwon. His jaw visibly tensed, and a shadow of concern darkened his gaze. The situation was becoming increasingly palpable to him, as he watched the MC become more and more attentive and dedicated in his conversation with you.

The MC, seeking to add a touch of familiarity to the conversation, proposed an idea. With a friendly smile and a casual tone, he said - Should we ever go out for a meal and a drink together? That would be fun, don't you think?"

Your reaction was immediate. You laughed sheepishly, feeling a slight warmth in your cheeks. You looked at the MC with a soft smile and replied -Sure, that would be fun someday -Although your response was kind and open, you did so with a modesty that reflected your shyness.

The MC, with an expression of curiosity and amusement on his face, decided to change the subject to keep the mood light and entertaining. He looked at Jungwon with a playful smile and, in a tone that invited an interesting anecdote.

-Hey, Jungwon, what was T/N like in school? Was she popular or something?

Jungwon, adjusted his posture, seeking to appear relaxed.

-Well… T/N noona was pretty famous. I'm not kidding, Heeseung Hyung used to go to look for her at her salon because she was always surrounded by people. She was like a star, everyone wanted to spend time with her….

While Jungwon was telling the story, his hand, unbeknownst to you, started to move gently under the blanket covering you. The sensation of his hand slowly sliding up your thigh was unexpected, and a slight shiver ran across your skin. The softness of the touch surprised you, and your mind struggled to stay focused on the conversation.

The MC, seemingly oblivious to the tension that had settled under the blanket, turned his attention back to Jungwon with a knowing smile. He scratched his chin, as if pondering an interesting question.

-So, Jungwon, what do you think about me dating T/N, would you give me your approval? -he asked.

As he asked the question, the MC pointed to the screen behind him, which showed clips of Jungwon acting very protective of you at various events. In the videos, he could be seen keeping a close eye on your interactions with others, and on one occasion, even playfully interrupting a conversation between you and another idol friend.

Jungwon, with an expression of seriousness that contrasted with the light tone of the conversation, pressed his hand on your thigh more firmly. He slowly ran his hand up your thigh and with a serious tone, he replied -No, I definitely wouldn't give you my approval.

The comment caused an awkward silence in the studio. The laughter died down and the atmosphere became tense, with those present clearly surprised by Jungwon's seriousness. The light atmosphere had quickly evaporated.

Jungwon, noticing the change in the atmosphere and intending to soften the situation, tried to correct the tone with a forced smile and an attempt at humor -It's just that, honestly, you'd break the fans' hearts! I can't allow that.

Jungwon's joke managed to partially relieve the tension, and the atmosphere on the recording set began to return to its original tone. The laughter timidly resumed and the MC followed up with a couple more questions. Although the atmosphere had relaxed, Jungwon kept his hand firmly on your thigh, squeezing from time to time with an intensity that made it difficult to concentrate on the conversation.

Finally, the MC applauded to close the interview and expressed his thanks to all the participants. The set was filled with a hubbub of goodbyes and greetings. Politely, you said goodbye to the production team, trying to maintain a professional attitude. You felt the pressure of Jungwon's gaze on your back, but made a conscious effort not to look back at him. The intensity of his gaze was palpable, almost as if he could burn you from a distance. Without pausing, you quickly made your way to the dressing room, seeking a refuge where you could clear your mind and take a breather.

Arriving at the dressing room, you plopped down in a chair located in a secluded corner. You pulled out your phone, hoping to immerse yourself in some distraction that would help you unwind. You checked messages and notifications, though in reality your mind was focused on the recent incident. You weren't completely annoyed, but it was clear that Jungwon's behavior couldn't become a norm every time he felt threatened.

Suddenly, you felt Jungwon approaching, his presence unmistakable and powerful. You tried to get up and fetch a bottle of water to avoid confrontation, but Jungwon wouldn't let you move. With a swift movement, he grabbed your hand with a strength that surprised you, and pulled you to him with an intensity that made you bump against his firm chest.

The unexpected contact made your heart race. You felt the warmth of his body and the beat of his heart against yours. Jungwon lowered his head, his face close to yours, and his voice sounded husky.

-I'm sorry... -he said, his eyes searching yours with an intensity that showed his sincerity, though his behavior did not warrant it.

You did not respond immediately. The physical closeness and the intensity of his gaze made you feel nervous. Your heart was pounding, the effect his close presence had on you.

Jungwon, noticing your silence, leaned closer to you, his lips urgently approaching yours. He tried to kiss you, his lips were warm and his breath brushed your skin. Despite your effort to avoid the kiss, his hand on your waist was firm, almost relentless, holding you close to him. His embrace was not a cage, but a barrier that made it difficult to move freely.

-Jungwon, this is not the way to handle things -you said, trying to remain calm despite the trembling in your voice. -You're supposed to trust me….

Jungwon, with an expression of frustration and despair on his face, sank his face into your neck. The heat of his skin against yours was almost scorching, and the wet contact of his kisses on your skin made you shiver. His kisses and warm breath created a charged atmosphere that made it difficult to hold in the anger you felt.

-I trust you, but not what the others might do -Jungwon murmured, his voice low and laden with a mixture of anguish and desire. His lips continued to leave wet kisses on your neck.

With considerable effort, you pulled his face away from your neck and held him gently by the sides of his face. His eyes met yours, dark with burning desire.

-I belong to you -you whispered, almost as if sharing an intimate secret.

Jungwon did not respond with words. Instead, he leaned forward, his lips crashing against yours in an urgent, burning kiss. The initial contact was like a spark igniting a flame; the softness of your lips mingled with desperate intensity. His hands, still firmly clinging to your waist, pressed you against him with a palpable need, as if he feared the moment would fade.

His tongue, warm and soft, slid in with an expert touch, playing and teasing with enveloping movements that made you sigh.

Your hands slid into his hair, tangling in the nape of his neck with a fervor that responded to the fervent kiss. You felt the texture of his locks under your fingers, each tug and caress entangling your deepest emotions in the act of kissing. His hands descended to your hips, exerting a firm but passionate pressure that made you feel even closer to him.

Jungwon, with a mixture of determination and passion, began to lean back. Without breaking the kiss, he sat down on the couch. He made you settle astride him, the pressure of his body against yours amplifying the shared pleasure.

In the middle of the kiss, Jungwon bit your lower lip urgently. The bite was a gesture charged with intensity; his teeth sank gently into the flesh of your lip, creating a sensation of pressure that combined the tender and the passionate. The sensation of his hot breath, combined with the bite, made every second of the kiss feel like an eternity of shared enjoyment.

Then, he parted slightly, bringing their foreheads together in a gesture of complicity. The warmth of their bodies melted into a comforting calm. The tensions of the moment seemed to dissipate in the intimacy of their embrace. The outside world seemed to fade away, leaving them in a bubble of tranquility.

˖ ࣪ › Nishimura Riki ー 西村 力

After one of the tour's concerts, the atmosphere was permeated with the residual energy of the performance. The excitement of the audience was still vibrating in the air, mingling with the smell of sweat and lotion from the band members left in the dressing room. Upon returning to the hotel, an atmosphere of relaxation and camaraderie settled in your room, where you, Sunoo and Ni-ki were looking to decompress the tension of the day.

We had decided to play Super Smash Bros after the group dinner, a lively gathering that included the rest of the staff and the other members of the group. The dinner had been a mix of laughter, lively conversation and inside jokes that only those who lived through the experience together could fully understand. The restaurant had been full of life, the tables overflowing with exquisite dishes that contrasted with the fast food they often resorted to on tour. Stomachs full and spirits high, the decision to follow the evening with a game seemed perfect.

In your hotel room, the soft light from the table lamps created a warm and cozy atmosphere. Thick curtains blocked the view of the city, isolating the space from the hustle and bustle outside. The three of you were at ease on the bed, a vast expanse of white sheets that rustled with every movement. Ni-ki lay between your legs, his body relaxed against yours, his head resting on your stomach. You could feel his rhythmic breathing, the slight rise and fall of his chest. Every now and then, his soft hair brushed against your skin, causing a pleasant tingling sensation.

Sunoo, with his inexhaustible energy, was facing the TV, lying on his stomach. His legs swayed in the air, feet moving to the rhythm of an imaginary melody. His eyes sparkled in the light of the screen, a reflection of changing colors that illuminated his face with an almost childlike enthusiasm. The television screen, excessively large for the room, projected a bluish light that bathed the space in an atmosphere of playfulness.

The three of them stared at the screen, controls in their hands, each absorbed in their own strategy and concentration. Friendly competitiveness hung in the air, a subtle current that maintained the tension of the game, but without breaking the atmosphere of complicity. Every time Sunoo won, his little shouts of excitement could be heard. His high-pitched, clear voice echoed in the room, and his leaps on the bed made the sheets crumple under his weight. His movements were quick and effusive, as if each victory injected him with an extra dose of energy. His eyes would close for a second, his hands raised in triumph, and his laughter would fill the space, a melody of pure happiness.

When you won, the feeling was different. You let out an elongated "yessssss", an exclamation held back by Ni-ki's weight on you. It was a sound of deep satisfaction, but tempered by the presence of your boyfriend on top of you. You could feel his head move slightly with your exclamation, but he remained in place, seeking comfort in your closeness.

That night was definitely not Ni-ki's night. He barely won once, which had him grumpy. His face showed a mixture of intense concentration and mounting frustration. Each defeat was reflected in his eyes, a spark of irritation that quickly faded into resignation. His lips formed a thin line, and his sighs were deeper, almost as if with each exhale he was trying to release pent-up frustration.

Time passed almost unnoticed, and soon the clock struck one in the morning. The room was still illuminated by the dim light of the television and the soft glow of the table lamps, which cast elongated shadows on the walls. Suddenly, the sound of the telephone broke the atmosphere of concentration and playfulness. Sunghoon was calling to say that Sunoo had to return to the room they shared.

The vibrant energy of the game and Sunoo's company had faded away, leaving a quiet calm in its place. You shared a room with Ni-ki, while Sunghoon was with Sunoo, Jay with Jungwon and Heeseung with Jake. This room sharing was familiar, a routine part of life on tour, each finding comfort in the company of their designated roommate.

While you were in the bathroom doing your skin care routine, you listened to the soft murmur of the room and the low hum of the air conditioner. The bathroom was illuminated by warm, soft light, reflecting off the mirrors and creating a soothing ambiance.

As you carefully applied moisturizer to your face, you felt arms wrap around you from behind. At first, it was a light pressure, as if Ni-ki was testing whether his affection would be welcome. Then, the arms squeezed tighter, enveloping you in a warm, firm embrace. You continued with your routine, moving with the familiarity of rehearsed movements, as Ni-ki, koala-like, hugged you from behind. His face was buried in your neck, and you could feel his warm breath against your skin. The faint whisper of his breath, along with the weight of his head on your shoulder, created a sense of protection.

His arms were firmly entwined around your waist, his body glued to yours insistently. Despite his usual dislike of physical affection, he would occasionally get like this, clingy to the point where he wouldn't let go. Over time, you had learned to accept and, in fact, expect these moments. Physical closeness was a form of silent communication, a way for Ni-ki to express her feelings without the need for words.

As you applied the cream to your face, your movements became slower and more careful, taking the time to savor the moment. You could feel Ni-ki slowly relax, his breathing becoming deeper and more regular.

Looking through the mirror, you noticed the pout on Ni-ki's face with a clarity that stood out against the brightness of the sink. -Why are you pouting? -you asked, your voice soft and curious, trying to soften the moment with a touch of humor.

Ni-ki lifted his head slightly from your neck, his face so close to yours that you could feel the warmth of his breath on your skin. -I'm not pouting -he replied in a defensive tone. The response, far from discouraging you, only added to the tenderness of the situation. Laughter escaped your lips, a soft but joyful sound that mingled with the echo of the bathroom.

As the laughter faded, you carefully arranged your skin care products on the shelf. Then, you leaned against the sink, your eyes reflecting Ni-ki's image as he raised his head to look at you.

The light from the bath, soft and warm, brought out the details of Ni-ki's face. His eyes, a little hesitantly, sought yours in the mirror, but were soon diverted as the color in his cheeks intensified. He turned red, the blush spreading from the tips of his ears to his cheeks, a clear sign of his embarrassment. Then he buried his face in your neck again, seeking refuge in the warmth and comforting embrace.

The sight of Ni-ki hiding in your neck elicited another wave of laughter from you, this time more joyful and deeper. -Don't laugh, noona -he said in a plaintive voice, the tone slightly distorted by the proximity of your skin. The way the words were muffled by your position made the sound feel even closer and more tender.

As Ni-ki continued with his face buried in your neck, he whispered softly, the words almost inaudible, -I lost because I was tired. Otherwise, I would have beaten Sunoo hyung and you -His words were a whisper full of sincerity and self-righteousness. The way his breath caressed your neck added an extra layer of cuteness to the moment.

You turned slowly, moving carefully so as not to disrupt the embrace and the sense of closeness they had created. Your every movement was deliberate, trying to maintain the softness of the moment as you positioned yourself so that you were facing Ni-ki. The light from the bath fell softly on both of you, creating a warm glow that accentuated the intimacy of the environment.

With a gentleness that reflected the affection you felt, you lifted a hand and placed it gently on her cheek. The touch of your fingers on his skin was light, but filled with a tenderness that could be felt in every caress. The warmth of your hand seemed to absorb the tension in his face, providing a small breath of comfort. Then, you slowly leaned toward him, making sure not to rush, to give him a kiss on the cheek.

Ni-ki's reaction was immediate. His cheeks grew even redder, a color that seemed to intensify with each passing second. The skin on his face took on a warm, glowing hue that contrasted with the soft light of the bath. His eyes averted from yours, unable to hold your gaze, and his body tensed slightly in an attempt to control his embarrassment. The shy smile that appeared on her lips was small but significant.

Without warning, Ni-ki hid his face in your neck again. The blush on his cheeks seemed to radiate warmth, and the slight tremor in his breathing revealed the intensity of his emotion.

-You're so cute -you told him with a soft voice and a mixture of amusement in your words.

-I'm not cute! I'm already a man! -he protested with a mixture of indignation and disdain, his voice slightly drowned out by the contact with your neck. The need to assert his maturity only underscored the cuteness you felt.

-Yes, of course -you replied with a hint of sarcasm in your voice, the smile tugging at your lips revealing the amused disagreement with her self-assessment. The response was laden with a playful warmth, a way to continue the game you had started.

-Give me a real kiss -he requested, his voice sounding almost pleading and full of longing. A way of asking for a gesture of affection that, was clearly charged with affection. His face, still hidden in your neck, moved slightly in an attempt to look you in the eye, though his gaze remained partially hidden.

-I already gave you a real one. It's the kiss you deserve for placing third in Smash -you told him, sticking your tongue out playfully.

Ni-ki reacted with a series of dramatic complaints. -That's unfair! -his tone was filled with a mixture of frustration and amusement, as if he was angry, but he couldn't help but smile.

You laughed, a clear and joyful sound that echoed in the bathroom, creating a warm and light atmosphere. The laughter drifted softly, full of affection and amusement, and mingled with the echo of the walls. After the laughter, you walked away to the small table where you were charging your cell phone. Ni-ki followed you, moving with light, purposeful steps, his presence a constant at your side, like a shadow that didn't want to miss a second of your attention.

When you turned to rearrange the bed, the sight of Ni-ki in the middle of the comforter was almost comical. He had thrown himself in the center, flattening the comforter with an air of triumph. The comforter crumpled and sagged under his weight, creating a mountain of soft, disheveled fabric piled around his figure. Ni-ki was stretched out in a carefree manner, arms outstretched at his sides and legs slightly spread, as if the comforter had been custom-made for his form. His attitude reflected a mixture of defiance and comfort, an image of total relaxation amidst the mess.

-Ni-ki, get up, please -you asked, with a hint of amusement in your tone.

He shook his head, a firm and determined movement that underlined his obstinacy. The refusal was clear and defiant, a gesture that made it clear he had no intention of moving. As you tried to pull the comforter from under his body, you were met with solid resistance. Ni-ki remained immobile, his weight creating an effective barrier that made it nearly impossible to move the quilt without moving him first. Every tug and adjustment of the comforter revealed the difficulty of moving it, and the way he resisted only accentuated his determination to remain in position.

You moved closer to where his face was, which was partially hidden between the wrinkles of the comforter. As you met his face, you saw an expression of mischief mixed with amusement. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous sparkle and his smile, slightly hidden, seemed wider as he tried to maintain his defiant attitude.

-Please get off -you repeated, your voice laden with a mixture of exasperation and laughter. The repetition of the request was not without endearment, and the tone in your voice was a combination of gentle pleading.

Ni-ki, however, simply shook his head again, his attitude stubborn and his body still squashed into the comforter. The slight curve of his lips, still visibly tilted in a mischievous smile, left no doubt that he was enjoying every moment of this little tug-of-war.

You were standing on the side of the bed, your hands resting on either side of his head, creating a natural frame around his face. The proximity between you was remarkable. The distance between your face and his was close enough for your breaths to mingle.

-What do I have to do to get you off? -your question was soft and playful, laden with a mixture of curiosity and amusement. The tone of your voice, light and full of affection, was infused with a tinge of sweetness that reflected your willingness to continue this little game. Your body leaned forward slightly, drawing you even closer to him

-Give me a real kiss -he replied, his words coming out with a clarity that underscored his desire for a genuine gesture of affection. The way he phrased his request, with a slight elevation in the tone of his voice, revealed his expectation.

You laughed softly, a sound that filled the air with a light and cheerful melody. The laughter that escaped your lips had an infectious quality to it, adding a touch of amusement to the moment. With a smile on your lips and a gaze full of tenderness, you leaned into him.

The kiss was firm and determined, your lips acting with a pressure that, though intense, maintained a sweet quality. The feel of his lips against yours was warm and moist, a contact that conveyed an underlying urgency but also a deep affection.

As the kiss unfolded, you felt the warmth of his breath mingling with yours. Each exhalation from Ni-ki was a warm whisper that caressed your skin, the sensation of his breath creating an atmosphere of closeness that made the outside world seem to fade away.

You caressed his cheek with a gentleness that contrasted with the intensity of the kiss. Your fingertips traced soft paths over his skin, adding a sense of calm and softness to the frenzy of the moment. Ni-ki let out a sigh of contentment, the sound escaping his mouth with a mixture of relief and pleasure. The sigh was deep and drawn out, an echo of the joy and contentment he felt at that moment. The vibration of his breath against your lips and the way his body relaxed slightly revealed how deeply he appreciated the gesture.

When you finally broke away from him, the look on Ni-ki's face reflected a mixture of complete satisfaction and happiness -I won.

1:43am | jks

➸ note; i don't love this but dad jake thoughts are all consuming

➸ word count; 574 words

➸ ella; aged 2 months

➸ warning(s); none

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You woke up out of habit. 

It was almost as if your body was confused as to why you hadn’t been awoken by cries for some time. 

You crane your head around to look at the clock, and notice that Jake isn’t beside you. Furrowing your eyebrows in confusion, you rub your eyes.

Maybe he’s in the nursery?

You turn back around to grasp the baby monitor on your bedside table. Your daughter’s room is empty, both of Jake and your daughter.

You reluctantly peel the covers away, shivering at the chill of the outside air, slipping on your slippers and padding along the corridor, quickly poking your head into every room you pass.

You finally find some luck in the living room. Jake is sitting in one of two armchairs facing your floor to ceiling windows. Your high rise apartment has a beautiful view of Seoul at night, and so the two of you have spent many nights talking into the early hours here.

A pink bundle lays asleep in his arms, and you can tell by the tilt of his head that he’s just looking at her.

‘Jae?’

Jake turns his head, and you feel a twinge of guilt for snapping him out of his trance.

‘Hi, sorry did I wake you?’ 

‘No, no,’ you sink into the armchair opposite him, ‘just wondered where you’d gone.’

‘She needed a bottle. And then we got comfortable here.’

‘Aren’t you tired?’ you rest your elbow on the arm of the chair, ‘we can put her down and go back to bed.’

‘Few more minutes,’ Jake cradles Ella, absentminded smile across his face. 

‘Oh, Ella, I think I’ve been replaced,’ you sigh, and Jake rolls his eyes.

‘No, definitely not. My heart just grew bigger, didn’t it El?’ he lifts her up to kiss her forehead, ‘got so much room for both of my girls.’

You feel the heat rise to your cheeks and the butterflies swirling in your stomach. Even after so many years Jake still makes you feel so flustered. Seeing your baby girl in his arms just exacerbates it.

‘Mummy/mommy just gave me the most perfect girl, huh?’ Jake doesn’t notice the effect he’s having on you as he stares at Ella, ‘gave me everything I’ve ever wanted.’

‘Jaeyun..’

‘I mean it, you know,’ he gazes out the window at the city below, ‘like, right now it feels like we’re the only people in the world. Every time I look at the two of you it feels like my life is complete, you know? I could die happy.’

He looks back down at Ella, gently rocking her, ‘I didn’t think it was possible to feel so much love. Thank you for giving it to me.’

You’re so hormonal and affected by his words that tears quickly fall down your face.

‘Jesus,’ you sniffle, ‘you can’t say all that when I’m breastfeeding and hormonal.’

Jake just chuckles, ‘just wanted to make sure you know how much I love you.’

‘I love you too.’

Ella starts snoring lightly, but loud enough for you both to hear and giggle at.

‘Maybe we should put her down and get some rest ourselves,’ Jake suggests, ‘you need it, Mama.’

‘Okay,’ you rub your aching eyes, and stand up with him. 

He curls a spare arm around you, pressing a kiss to your forehead.

‘You get into bed. I’ll be in to cuddle you in just a minute.’

can I call you tonight? - park jongseong

nine. I'm not liking your tone

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