AlexRogers44

You're sitting on the couch with your boyfriend, watching a comedy that's making you laugh quite a bit. You notice Yunho keeping his eyes glued to his phone, but you don't think much of it... He's probably playing one of his mobile games since you told him he wasn't allowed to use his PC today.

Until you catch him smiling like an idiot, quietly giggling as he bites his lip.

"What are you looking at...?"

He startles, fumbling with his phone as he quickly locks it, only to drop it onto your legs, which are stretched out across his lap.

"N-Nothing..." "Jeong Yunho..." you say firmly. "Yes, mommy...?" he replies, his voice much higher than usual. "Show me what you were looking at."

He grips his phone so tightly that his knuckles quickly turn white. And he actually has the audacity to shake his head while looking you straight in the eyes.

"Now," you say, raising your voice just enough to assert your authority, your hand held out toward him.

Authority he submits to without putting up a fight. Because there's never been a time he hasn't listened to you, and today won't be the first. He places his phone in your hand, and you unlock it yourself since you know all of his passwords.

On the screen is a picture taken from your point of view. He's kneeling at your feet, his hands resting flat on his thighs, a very obvious erection straining against his sweatpants. He's looking into the camera while biting his lip, looking almost pitiful.

You barely raise an eyebrow before looking back up at him.

"That's what had you giggling like an idiot...?"

His blush deepens. He rubs the back of his neck for a second, mumbling something you can't quite make out. It doesn't really matter. You set his phone down on the floor before scooting back on the couch just enough to rest one foot against his crotch, right over his soft cock.

He suddenly sucks in a breath, his gaze immediately dropping to where you've placed your foot.

"I'm sorry... I'm sorry... I know I'm not supposed to look at those pictures unless you tell me it's okay... I'm sorry..." "Look me in the eye and tell me you're sorry."

A moment of silence passes before he shakes his head, pressing his lips together. Because he knows he fucked up, and like always... he doesn't own up to it.

"Alright..."

You slowly pull your foot away, but he quickly catches it in both hands, guiding it right back against his cock, which slowly hardens beneath the arch of your foot.

You do your best to hide the little smile threatening to form.

Now he's looking at you, tears already gathering in his eyes.

"M'sorry, mommy... I'm really sorry I didn't listen... Please... don't take your foot away... I wanna feel good..." "Do you even deserve to feel good, puppy?"

He hesitates for a moment before lowering his eyes, pouting adorably. The kind of face that makes you melt on the spot—but of course, you don't let it show. Even though he knows exactly what kind of effect he has on you.

"I don't..."

His fingers loosen around your ankle, but he doesn't let go. It's almost as if his hands are stitched to your skin.

"Good puppy. At least you didn't lie."

A tiny smile appears on his lips, but he quickly slips back into his sad little pout, trying to look pitiful again. He loves playing that game to get exactly what he wants. And as always... it works.

You slowly rub your foot against his erection, making him sigh as his fingers tighten around your skin.

"Take your hands off my ankle..."

He lets out a quiet whimper but obeys, releasing your ankle and placing his clenched fists on his thighs instead, his eyes never leaving your foot.

"That's better..."

You slowly rub the arch of your foot over cock, applying just a little pressure. That alone is enough to make him throw his head back with a soft sigh.

But what finally draws a moan from him is when you press the ball of your foot firmly against the base of his cock—hard enough that he can feel it all the way in his balls.

“Mnn... mommy...” he whines, tears pricking at the corners of his eyes. “Mm?” you hum, pretending to be bored. “Thank you... Thank you...” “That’s what I thought.”

You keep up your slow rhythm, alternating between the arch of your foot and the ball of it. It tortures him to the point where he trembles beneath your foot, sobbing and babbling things you can’t quite make out. That’s when you decide to pull your foot away.

The effect is immediate. He lets out a small, pitiful whine, a tear slipping down his cheek as he instinctively lifts his hips, trying to chase after your foot.

“Sit back down, puppy,” you say firmly.

Whimpering, he does as he’s told, his fists clenched tightly on his thighs, his eyes squeezed shut. It takes every ounce of concentration he has not to lift his hips again just to feel your foot against him.

“Take your little dick out of your pants, and don’t touch it.”

His eyes snap open to look at you, tears threatening to spill again, but this time a relieved sigh escapes his lips.

“Yes, mommy...”

With trembling hands, he struggles to undo his pants, fumbling miserably with the zipper. He’s trying to pull it down so fast that it keeps getting caught.

“Slow down, puppy. Fucking hell... I’m not going anywhere,” you say, barely raising an eyebrow.

But he doesn’t stop. He sticks his tongue out for a second before gently biting down on it, eventually pulling hard enough to break the zipper entirely. He lowers his pants just enough to free his cock without touching it. Exactly like you told him to.

“You’re so fucking pathetic...” you sigh, looking down at his now broken jeans. “I’m the one buying your clothes, and you have the nerve to break a pair of jeans I paid over a hundred bucks for? This puppy’s got some nerve, huh...?”

He freezes, quickly looking up at you, cheeks burning red as he starts stammering and rapidly shaking his head. For a brief moment, he’d forgotten that he doesn’t actually buy his own clothes.

“I feed you, clothe you, keep a roof over your head... And that’s how you thank me?” “N-No, no, no, no, no, mommy! I would never do it on purpose, I swear! I just...” “You just what, mm?” “I just get so excited when you want to touch me... I get all dumb and whiny... I don’t think at all... I’m just a dumb, stupid, pathetic puppy with a little dick... Please forgive me, mommy.”

You bite your lip hard to keep yourself from smiling in satisfaction before placing your foot back where it was, though you don’t move it. Instead, you stretch out across the couch, resting your head against the armrest as you lazily wiggle your toes with an exaggerated sigh.

“I’m tired, puppy. Use my foot to make yourself feel good. Only my foot.” “Just your foot. Yes... I can do that, mommy.”

He nods eagerly as he takes your foot, lifting it just enough to reposition himself. He shifts his hips so his cock rests against his lower stomach, slowly licking his lips.

“Thank you, mommy... Thank you for loving me even when I’m pathetic... and so, so dumb...”

He lets out a heavy sigh at his own words, lips parted with excitement. He’s always whinier when you’re the one saying those things, but he doesn’t mind saying them himself.

He slowly throws his head back. Instead of moving your foot, he simply holds it hovering above him while lifting his hips, slowly rolling against the curve of your foot. And that alone is enough to make him incredibly loud.

“You’re drooling like a fucking dog...”

You rest your cheek against your closed fist, watching him like he’s the biggest idiot alive. But it doesn’t stop him. If anything, he drools even more as he looks back up at you. Because the more you tease or insult him about something, the more he goes out of his way to exaggerate the very thing that earned the insult in the first place. He simply loves it when you’re "mean" to him.

“Puppy... puppy... I’m a puppy... Your puppy...” “Yes... you are.”

You let out a quiet sigh before examining your nails. But you can't help it—you watch him from the corner of your eye. Because even though you know he loves being ridiculed and ignored... you love seeing him this submissive, too. It's an expression only you ever get to see. And just thinking about that makes your heart flutter.

After a short while, he shifts positions. Slowly, he turns to face you, resting your heel against his balls while the rest of your foot settles over his fully hard cock.

That's when he really falls apart. A thin string of drool trails down his throat as his eyes roll back, his mouth hanging wide open because it feels so good that no sound comes out at first. Until soft, breathy, whiny moans finally fill the living room.

He desperately rolls his hips beneath your foot, moaning "mommy," over and over again, as though it's the only thing keeping him grounded.

"M'gonna cum..." he whimpers. "Do you even deserve to cum?" "No... no... I don't... But I want to... I wanna cum so bad, mommy..."

You briefly roll your eyes with a sigh, lazily waving one hand as if you couldn't care less.

"Yeah... whatever. Hurry up and get it over with, pathetic puppy, so I can get back to my movie..."

He repeats "gonna cum" over and over as he desperately rocks his hips beneath your foot, his breathing growing noticeably faster. Completely lost in the moment.

And you stop pretending to be uninterested. You watch him closely, your eyes fixed on the way he shamelessly fucks your foot without a trace of embarrassment.

It doesn't take long before his hips stutter, a higher-pitched "mommy" escaping his lips as his head falls back.

Just like that, he comes onto his shirt, his thighs trembling against the couch as he collapses backward. Sobs leave his lips while tears stream down his cheeks. But they aren't tears of sadness. You know the difference between when your boyfriend is hurting and when he's simply so overwhelmed that crying is the first response his body can manage.

Without a second thought, you sit up and drape yourself over him, not caring in the slightest that you're getting the evidence of his orgasm all over your pajamas.

"You did so good... Such a good puppy for your mommy..."

You shower his face with kisses while gently running your fingers through his hair.

"Everything's okay. You're okay. I'm not mad you broke the pants. Not at all. It was really hot seeing you so desperate like that..."

He immediately wraps his arms around your waist, hugging you tightly as he buries his face against your neck, sniffling while his sobs gradually begin to fade.

"Wanna bath, mommy..." he murmurs, holding you just a little tighter. "Lavender or strawberry bubble bath?"

You know very well that Ten can’t invite you to public events, and it makes you sad. But you don’t dwell on it. Especially since today, he invited you to a private event, where idols usually have the freedom to bring their partners. No cameras, no reporters. Just a night where you get to have fun.

And bestie… you still have no idea how much fun you’re about to have.

After the speeches you didn’t understand at all—because they were in Korean—the real fun finally begins.

You’re sitting between Haechan and Ten while they talk together, and the more alcohol makes its way through their systems, the closer the two of them get, keeping you snugly trapped between them. Across from you, Hendery and Xiaojun are chatting in Cantonese.

“I swear! Jae hyung broke up with his girl last night!” Haechan says, eyes wide. “All because she didn’t want to dress pretty today.” “The girl who basically dressed like a boy? He really expected her to put on a fancy dress and makeup?” “Yeah! I told him he didn’t really love her if he broke up with her over that… and do you know what he said?” “What did he say?” Ten asks curiously.

You sip your drink quietly, your eyes moving between the two of them, completely absorbed in the conversation. You don’t know Jaehyun personally, nor his ex-girlfriend—but you’ve never been above listening to juicy gossip.

“That he was gonna break up with her soon anyway because she doesn’t…”

He pauses dramatically, eyes widening as he waves a hand in front of his mouth and pushes his tongue against his cheek.

The reaction beside you is immediate. Ten’s mouth drops open, visibly offended.

“Wait, wait, wait!” your boyfriend says through laughter, sounding scandalized but entertained. “He wanted to break up with her because she doesn’t give him head??”

Haechan nods quickly, throwing his hands in the air.

“You think it’s ridiculous too, right?” “Ridiculous is an understatement… I mean, I can’t relate because I have a kinky girl,” he says naturally, gently stroking your hair. “But still… I wouldn’t break up with my girl over that…”

You blush hard and jab him in the ribs with your elbow while noticing Hendery rolling his eyes across the table. A second later, he stands up and walks away.

“I’m not interested in knowing whether your girl puts her mouth on your junk or not, hyung…” Haechan says before sticking his tongue out dramatically, pretending to gag.

Ten laughs even harder, wrapping an arm around your shoulders, his cologne surrounding you instantly. Not that you mind. If anything, it just makes you inhale softly and bite your lip.

Suddenly, Kun drops into the seat across from you with a heavy sigh, running a hand through his hair. He looks very drunk, even if he’s clearly trying to hide it.

“Did you see that…?” the leader asks, lifting his head and licking his lips, his attention on Ten while his eyes flicker toward you every so often.

“See what?” Xiaojun asks from beside him, curious. “Jae brought his sneaky link instead of his girlfriend.”

Kun jerks his head toward the side of the room, where Jaehyun can be seen with a girl held a little too close against his waist.

“Jae broke up with Hyesun… it can’t be his ‘sneaky link’…” Haechan replies, amused. “Trust me… when his girl was overseas, he had a sneaky link. A side chick. Her. Whatever you wanna call her.” “Ge… you should stop drinking…” Xiaojun says quietly, biting his lip. “I don’t think you were supposed to talk about that…” “Ask me if I care, Jun,” the leader replies with an eye roll. “If he could keep it in his pants, he wouldn’t need secrets, would he? Fucking irritates me when guys can’t take care of their girls…”

And as he finishes speaking, his eyes land on you, slowly dragging up and down your body before returning to Ten.

“What was that about…?” your boyfriend asks, his fingers tightening ever so slightly on your shoulder. “Nothing… I’m drunk… I’m tired… I’m gonna sit somewhere else.” “Yeah, do that…”

As Kun stands up, Ten watches him leave before turning his attention back to you.

“Want another drink, waanjai?”

And the night goes by without any problems.

You drink until you can’t possibly be thirsty anymore, the alcohol flowing through your veins in such a pleasant way that staying in a good mood feels effortless. You simply enjoy the moment, pleasantly tipsy, sitting beside your beautiful Ten.

God… he looks so gorgeous tonight.

Your thoughts are interrupted when Hendery slides into the booth across from you. Ten keeps chatting happily with Haechan and Xiaojun, completely distracted.

Under the table, you feel a shoe brush against your leg, but you don’t think much of it. Accidents happen. One of them probably bumped into you by mistake. You rest your head on Ten’s shoulder, already a little drunk. You love him so mu— Your thoughts are interrupted again.

This time, the shoe against your leg feels deliberate. He definitely did it on purpose.

You straighten slightly to glance under the table, only to stop when your eyes meet Hendery’s. Judging by the way he’s looking at you, he’s been staring for a while already. A flirtatious smile curves at the corner of his lips as he leans back in his seat, clearly satisfied that he finally has your attention.

Without saying a word, Hendery stands, never taking his eyes off you, then walks around the table and holds out his hand.

“Come dance with me.”

It’s not a request. It’s an order.

Ten is too busy talking to notice, so you stand and take Hendery’s hand. Embarrassingly enough, you don’t hesitate at all before following him obediently to the dance floor.

Once there, he slips an arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him as you move together. His free hand trails up your collarbone to your jaw, fingertips brushing over the hickey there. You know exactly what he’s touching—your skin is still sensitive in that spot.

The way he stares at the mark sends a shiver through you. And not the uncomfortable kind. Quite the opposite.

“He thinks it’ll keep me away… but it only makes me more curious,” he says, his voice lower than usual. “That pussy must be really good for him to mark his territory like that…”

Your eyes widen instantly. The words hit you hard enough that you jerk your head up to look at him. You’re drunk. Clearly you misheard him. Sure, Hendery has nerve—but there’s no way he’d actually say something like that. He leans down, lips brushing your ear.

“And I’m taking a bite right here…”

He pulls you tighter against him, almost like he’s making sure you can’t move away. One hand settles at the back of your neck, fingers tightening slightly in your hair as he crashes his lips against yours.

There’s no hesitation in the kiss. Not even from you. It’s rough, intense—a messy mix of frustration and desire. His free hand quickly finds your ass, squeezing greedily through your dress.

You have no idea how long the kiss lasts. Seconds? Minutes?

Then suddenly, another pair of hands grabs Hendery, pulling him away from you. The moment your eyes open, they land directly on Ten. He’s furious.

Even though he’s speaking Mandarin—and you don’t understand a single word—you immediately understand he’s absolutely enraged. Meanwhile, Hendery answers him with that same infuriating little smirk on his lips.

Your boyfriend lifts a hand like he’s about to hit him, but the leader stops him immediately.

“Don’t. We have a schedule tomorrow night.”

Your boyfriend shakes his head sharply before grabbing your arm and pulling you away with him.

This time, he’s speaking Thai. There’s anger in his voice—but hurt too. You can’t see his face because he’s walking ahead of you, dragging you along, but you can hear the tension in his jaw with every word.

Once he finally stops somewhere more private, he steadies you against him after noticing how unbalanced you are.

“Waanjai…” His voice is soft now. Broken. “Why did you let him kiss you?”

You shrug slightly, biting your lip, blinking slowly because it’s the only answer you can come up with. You don’t even know yourself why you let him kiss you—let alone why you kissed him back.

“I… I didn’t mean to… It just… happened…”

He nods slowly with a sigh, lowering his eyes for a moment before stepping closer and pulling you into his arms, pressing a tender kiss to your temple. A breath of exasperation leaves his lips against your skin.

“Alright…” His voice is quiet, almost inaudible. “You’re drunk… I can’t be mad at you. But you know what that means, right…?”

As your only response, you tilt your head back against the wall and remove the silver mermaid necklace he gave you.

Ten gently slides a hand behind your neck, pressing his body against yours. He briefly inhales against your skin, and the sound of displeasure that leaves him is immediate.

You don’t even need to ask. You already know it’s because he can smell Hendery’s cologne on you. His lips barely brush your skin at first, but it doesn’t last long. He marks your neck with his teeth first—just enough to leave an imprint without hurting you.

Then come the hickeys. Your head spins so much from the excitement that you lose count, but you’re pretty sure he leaves at least four against your skin.

Once he’s done, he lifts his head to look at you, gently brushing his thumb over your bottom lip.

“You’re mine… don’t forget it again.”

He takes the necklace from your hand and carefully puts it back around your neck, smiling softly afterward.

Then he kisses you gently. As if he hadn’t just spent ten minutes marking you up.

Once you return to the room, you sit back down beside Ten, continuing your conversation with Xiaojun and Haechan like nothing happened.

Hendery is sitting farther away now, his eyes locked on you—or more specifically, on your neck. One of his brows lifts slightly as he presses his tongue against the inside of his cheek, clearly displeased by what Ten did to you.

The four days turned into seven. And… it’s been the most demanding week of my entire life.

Yunho’s arm hurts too much, so not once has he been able to make love to me. His words, not mine. So instead, we spent most of the week doing my… training.

Physically, it doesn’t demand that much from me. Mentally, though? That’s another story entirely. More than once, I ended up taking a nap afterward because it drained so much energy out of me. It doesn’t look exhausting from the outside, but focusing on giving him exactly what he wants is far more tiring than people would think.

Most of the time, it happened on the couch.

And yesterday, Yunho had to emergency-order a new one because we completely ruined the old one.

And I already know the boys are going to ask questions. Why else would Yunho replace the couch while everyone’s away? Especially when the previous one was replaced not that long ago.

I’m sitting on the infamous couch when the guys finally start coming home. A TV show I like is playing in front of me while I try to act natural.

If anything, it probably makes me look guiltier.

The second a suitcase rolls into the dorm, Yunho emerges from his room, his casted arm pressed against his chest. “I’ll handle it,” he told me this morning when we woke up. And honestly? I’m relieved he’s taking charge of the interrogation. I’m a terrible liar. Hongjoong would see through me the moment I open my mouth.

The leader frowns the second he notices me sitting there, but his eyes don’t really stay on me. Instead, they drift toward the couch.

“Why is the couch black now…? I know for a fact it was red when we left…”

I lower my eyes and bite my lip hard, silently cursing the furniture store for not having the exact same color as the old couch. The change is painfully obvious.

“I had a girl over,” Yunho says, walking toward Hongjoong. “We accidentally broke it.”

My boyfriend slowly runs his tongue over his teeth while looking Yunho up and down, one eyebrow raised. But Yunho doesn’t flinch. His expression gives nothing away.

“In that state? You broke the couch fucking?” “She was one hell of a rider…” Yunho replies with a crooked grin. “Urgh…”

Hongjoong rolls his eyes and keeps walking.

“As long as my girl didn’t witness it… I’m not punishing you.” “She didn’t. She was out most of the time.” “Good…”

The moment the leader disappears toward his room, Mingi immediately walks over to whisper something to Yunho. It only takes a second before the rapper bursts out laughing.

“You’re a fucking dog!” he says, throwing me a quick glance with a grin.

I immediately look away, clearing my throat awkwardly.

“You’re telling me everything,” Mingi says while dragging Yunho away with him—probably toward his room.

It doesn’t take long before San throws himself down beside me with a dramatic sigh and wraps an arm around my shoulders, pulling me tightly against him. Too tightly.

“Missed me?” “I guess…” I mumble, looking up at him.

He lets out a loud laugh and squeezes me even harder, enough that I feel like he’s about to crack one of my ribs. But again, I say nothing. I just endure it while little sounds of discomfort slip out of me.

“You could at least lie and say you missed me, little brat…”

He pinches my cheek with his free hand, tugging at it hard enough to make me yelp.

“Say you missed me… or I’ll keep hurting you~” “Stop iiiiit!”

I struggle against him, smacking at his chest and trying to push him away, but he doesn’t budge an inch. He just keeps pulling on my cheek.

“Stoooop! You’re gonna rip my cheek off!” “So dramatic…”

I struggle so much that I end up falling backward onto the couch—and that’s when he decides to sit on my stomach, patting my cheeks while laughing like this is the funniest thing he’s ever seen.

“San-aaaaah!” I complain, genuinely getting annoyed now. “Just say you missed me and I’ll stop. It’s not that hard.”

I kick at his back with my knees, but it only makes him rock slightly on top of me, that irritating smile never leaving his face. And somehow, that makes me even more annoyed.

“I didn’t! Every night I thanked God you were gone. And apparently He agreed with me since your trip got extended!” I snap, glaring at him.

He throws his head back laughing, putting all his weight onto my stomach while patting my cheeks harder.

“You’re such a liar!”

Someone clears their throat, and both of us turn our heads.

Hongjoong stands a few feet away, looking thoroughly unimpressed as he stares down at my brother sitting on top of me.

“Stop pestering your sister and go get ready. We’re leaving soon.”

I sit up too fast and slam face first into my brother’s chest. All I can manage is a miserable “urgh” because his chest is ridiculously hard for absolutely no reason.

“You’re leaving again…?”

Unexpectedly, Joong reaches out and gently strokes my cheek with a tenderness I’d expect from a lot of people—but not him.

“Not without you, I’m not, treasure,” he says, his voice softer than usual. “Hyung… I told you I didn’t want to…” San whines dramatically.

The leader’s fingers tighten slightly against my cheek as he looks up at my brother with a stern expression.

“You’re coming on that double date… or you already know what happens if you don’t.”

San climbs off me pouting, dragging his feet dramatically across the floor while sighing louder than necessary every few seconds.

“Sounds like your girlfriend’s a chore…”

Hongjoong laughs and looks down at me.

“She’s not… you are. I don’t wanna watch my sister being all lovey-dovey with you…” “Oppaaaaa!” I whine, blushing even harder. “Don’t ‘oppa’ me, brat…”

San flips me off before dragging himself down the hallway so slowly it looks like his soul is leaving his body.

Slowly, Joong takes my jaw between his fingers and turns my head so I’m looking at him.

“Go put on a cute outfit. Something you know I’ll like.”

The back of his index finger strokes my cheek slowly, enough to make me shiver, his eyes never leaving mine.

He parts his lips like he’s about to say something—but no sound comes out. Instead, he closes his mouth and exhales through his nose, almost like he wants to say more but decides against it.

“Something cute, yeah. And don’t ask Seonghwa to help you.”

I don’t even get the chance to ask why before Mingi comes sprinting into the living room, sliding across the floor in his socks until he reaches Hongjoong with a grin.

“Heard you’re going on a double date… Mind making it a triple date? I’ve got a girl too~”

At the exact same moment, a high-pitched scream echoes somewhere deeper in the dorm, which only makes Mingi grin wider while batting his lashes innocently.

The leader narrows his eyes, dragging his tongue over one of his canines, but nods anyway with one eyebrow raised.

“Okay… But if we get there and it’s Yunho in a dress, I’m beating your ass.”

Mingi bounces once in place, biting down hard on his lower lip.

“It won’t be Yunho in a dress. I swear~” he says before practically skipping away, way too excited.

Joong runs a hand through his hair with a sigh, slowly shaking his head as he looks at me.

“Why do I have a feeling this is gonna end badly?”

I press my lips together and shrug. I don’t even know what Mingi’s planning. But if he really does have a girlfriend… then that means when we… did things in the shower with Yeosang, he already had a girlfriend. And I really don’t know how I feel about that. How am I supposed to look that girl in the eyes when I’ve slept with her boyfriend…?

I stand and head toward my room, but as I pass Jongho’s door, Yunho suddenly slams it shut and plants himself in front of it, casually whistling like nothing happened. Not subtle at all.

“Need something, doll?” he asks softly. “Why does it sound like Yeosang’s crying in there…?”

He shrugs, puffing out his cheeks with an innocent expression. Or at least, attempting one.

“Were you about to get dressed? I can help you pick something, if you want.”

I glance toward the living room. Joong doesn’t seem to be following me—he’s still there talking, probably on the phone.

“Yeah, okay. Maybe you can help me find something cute.”

He nods quickly, a smile spreading across his face much wider than usual, and it sends a shiver of discomfort through me. He’s definitely planning something.

I lead him to my room—the one I share with Hongjoong—and into the walk-in closet, where I only have a tiny section of clothes that actually belong to me.

Yunho frowns and pushes the hangers aside with his uninjured hand, clearly unimpressed.

“That’s all you have?” he asks, looking down at me.

I swallow slowly and nod, lips pressed together.

“That won’t do.”

He grabs my hand and leads me through the dorm to his room, pushing the door open with the shoulder of his injured arm.

He opens his closet and shoves aside rows of men’s clothing, revealing an entire section filled with women’s clothes.

“Before you say anything—it’s not mine. I’ve just been slowly buying outfits I want to see you wear…”

He doesn’t even look at me while he talks, calmly pushing hangers aside. And what immediately catches my attention is an outfit with a pastel green pleated skirt that falls slightly above mid-thigh, paired with a matching fitted cardigan held together by a single button, the bottom left open.

“Oh, that one’s pretty!”

He opens his mouth, closes it, then opens it again.

“I’m sorry, doll. You can’t wear that one today. But I promise, another day you can.”

I pout faintly, disappointed because the outfit is genuinely adorable.

He leans closer to whisper quietly enough that only I can hear him.

“How about this… Soon, I’ll take you on a secret date. And that’s what you’ll wear.”

I smile softly and nod eagerly, which is enough to make him laugh while ruffling my hair gently before focusing on the clothes again.

“Let’s see… mmm… Nothing too revealing. I keep those for myself…”

The second he finishes speaking, he pushes most of the clothes farther down the rack, leaving me with only three outfits to choose from.

“Did I really buy that many revealing clothes…? Damn…”

He laughs, clearly amused with himself.

Without hesitation, Yunho pulls one outfit from the closet and lays it out on the bed: a white cardigan, a black top underneath, a short black skirt with little white bows on the sides… and black thigh-high socks.

And of course, he bends down to pull a pair of white platform shoes from the back of the closet.

“You even bought shoes…?” “It’s not an outfit if there aren’t shoes to go with it.”

He shrugs and sits down on the bed, right beside the outfit he just picked out for me.

“Do you like it?”

I step closer and touch the fabric of the cardigan. It’s incredibly soft beneath my fingers—far too soft to be cheap clothing.

“It’s expensive, isn’t it?”

He tilts his head slightly, a slow smirk forming on his lips.

“Don’t you remember? I told you I’d buy you anything your heart wanted… And I decided your heart wanted a mix of Miu Miu and Sandy Liang.”

He shrugs again, his eyes drifting back to the outfit spread across the bed.

“You’ll look pretty in it. Besides… I’m the one who bought you the prettiest clothes. Mingi’s outfits are trashy and vulgar.”

A soft laugh escapes me as I step closer, standing almost between his knees.

“Are they really…?”

He rolls his eyes dramatically, then looks away with a sigh, leaning back on his uninjured arm to put a little distance between us.

“Doesn’t matter… Just go put that on and look pretty for someone else…”

I glance toward the door where Hongjoong is still talking to himself in the living room. So instead, I lean down and steal a brief, gentle kiss from Yunho.

And his reaction is incredibly satisfying. He sighs softly against my lips and tries to slide his tongue against mine, but I pull away before he can, biting my lip lightly.

“I’ll send you pictures from the restaurant.”

I grab the outfit laid out on the bed and head to Hongjoong’s room to change.

Once I’m dressed, makeup done, hair styled, I head back to my boyfriend in the living room.

He’s sitting on the couch with his cheek resting in his hand, eyes closed. He looks strangely peaceful like this. But I don’t linger on it. I brush my fingers gently over his forehead, pushing his hair back to let him know I’m there.

He takes a sudden breath and opens his eyes to look at me with sleepy eyes—the kind someone gets when they’re trying to pretend they weren’t asleep, even though they’re fooling absolutely no one.

“Yeah? You’re ready…?”

He clears his throat and straightens on the couch, but immediately stops moving the second he looks me over from head to toe.

“You’re beautiful, treasure.”

Slowly, he lifts his hand, fingertips brushing the fabric of my skirt before sliding lower along my thigh. The touch makes me shiver faintly, and I never break eye contact with him. He tilts his head slightly, biting his lip.

Suddenly, an arm wraps around my shoulders and pulls me back against a warm body.

“Don’t you look like a snack, pumpkin~” Mingi laughs softly against my ear.

The leader exhales heavily through his nose and lets his hand fall away, leaning back against the couch without taking his eyes off me for even a second.

“Stop touching my girl like you have every right in the world to put your hands on her.”

The rapper steps back with his hands raised in mock surrender, a smirk still plastered across his face.

“My bad, my bad~ Sorry, boss,” he says, though his expression says the exact opposite.

We all head down to the van in silence. Hongjoong keeps a possessive hand on my thigh, squeezing his fingers slightly every time Mingi leans forward from the backseat to make another comment. His face stays way too close to mine—close enough that I can feel his breath against my ear each time he talks.

Once we arrive at the restaurant, instead of parking out front, the van circles around the building and parks in the back.

Mingi leans across me to hit the button opening the van door, his warm breath brushing my cheek. Even without looking at him, I know he’s smirking just from the way he lets out that low, perverted little laugh right beside my ear.

“Tease…” I whisper before stepping out of the van and taking my boyfriend’s hand.

Inside, we’re guided toward a private room.

The room smells faintly of lavender. The walls are wood-paneled, and for some reason, I can also catch the subtle scent of burnt wood—the good kind. In the center sits a low table surrounded by six floor cushions.

The first one to sit down is San, immediately pulling out his phone to scroll through TikToks with a quiet sigh.

Hongjoong sits across from him. I settle beside my boyfriend with my legs crossed, while Mingi wastes no time sitting on my other side, looking far too excited for a simple couples outing—or “triple date,” as he keeps calling it.

The door opens not long after, and a petite woman walks in. She wears a cap pulled low over her face, a mask covering the rest, along with an oversized black hoodie and gray sweatpants.

The second she removes the things hiding her face, I recognize her immediately. It’s Sakura. And somehow, she’s even more beautiful in person than on TV.

The Japanese woman smiles shyly while bowing several times before sitting beside San, who immediately abandons his phone to focus entirely on his girlfriend.

“You look so effortlessly pretty… I’m so jealous,” I admit, embarrassed, though I still keep looking at her.

She laughs softly while pulling an elastic off her wrist to put her hair into a messy bun. And just as she’s about to answer me, San laughs and slowly traces a finger along his girlfriend’s jaw.

“She’s naturally pretty. She doesn’t need to spend hours in front of a mirror or wear fancy outfits like some people. She’s just that beautiful.”

I should’ve thought the comment was cute. I should’ve found it adorable how highly he speaks of his girlfriend.

Instead, I raise an eyebrow, hurt by what he says—especially when I know I just spent forever getting ready and trying to look pretty for tonight.

“Wow… That was uncalled for.”

I look away and rest my elbows on the table with a sigh.

San frowns briefly, but his eyes widen in panic almost immediately afterward.

“Oh God, no! That’s not what I meant. You’re always pretty too, princess. I was just complimenting her—I wasn’t trying to insult you…”

“It did sound like you were trying to be mean while complimenting me, Neko-chan,” Sakura says with an adorable pout while looking at my brother.

San starts trying to explain himself, but Mingi suddenly bursts into laughter so hard he nearly falls onto the floor clutching his stomach.

“Did she just call you Neko-chan? Oh man!”

My brother blushes furiously and looks away, mumbling something to Sakura that I can’t understand.

“Laugh all you want… At least I’m not the one whose girl calls him ‘big brother’ or ‘daddy.’”

Mingi straightens up with a huge grin.

“Yeah, but I own my nicknames. Do you?” “Shut up…”

San wraps an arm around Sakura’s shoulders and pulls her close before pressing a gentle kiss to the top of her head, making her smile softly with her eyes closed.

Finally, the last expected guest arrives.

She wears a cap pulled low over her face and a mask covering everything up to her eyes. She’s tall and slim with long black hair—and strangely, she has absolutely no breast. Which surprises me coming from Mingi, but obviously I keep that thought to myself.

And somehow… her outfit looks familiar. I just can’t remember where I’ve seen it before.

“Oh, this is gonna be good…” Mingi whispers, a huge smirk spreading across his face.

The girl sits down across from him without ever removing the things hiding her face.

“C’mon, baby girl… Don’t be shy. Show us your pretty face.”

Mingi’s lip twitches like he’s struggling not to laugh. The girl lets out a tiny whimper and shakes her head without looking up.

“Yeosun-ah… Don’t be shy. You promised you’d behave in front of everyone.”

Hongjoong repeats the name slowly, like it sounds strange—or maybe familiar.

The girl squeaks softly before finally removing her cap, followed quickly by her mask. And she’s very pretty. Her makeup is a little dramatic for a simple dinner date, but nothing outrageous.

It takes a long moment before anyone reacts. I think we all feel stupid for not realizing it sooner.

It’s Yeosang. Wearing a wig that must be insanely high quality, because it doesn’t look fake at all. And the outfit he’s wearing… it’s the exact one Yunho told me I wasn’t allowed to wear today.

The leader leans across the table to glare at Mingi from the other side of me.

“I explicitly told you—” “You said you didn’t want Yunho in girl clothes. It’s not Yunho. It’s Yeosun, Yeosang’s second personality.”

Yeosang buries his face in his hands, completely mortified.

Hongjoong rolls his eyes before leaning back again, tightening his arm around my shoulders.

“Don’t mind them… They’ll stop acting like idiots if you ignore them…”

Mingi smirks and leans over the table to look at the leader across from me.

“You know that’s not true, hyung… Don’t give your girl false information~”

The taller man finally lowers his gaze to me directly.

“If you want anything from Yeosang… now’s the time. He’s my errand boy for the next week.” “I’m fine…” “Mhm…”

The rapper winks at me, and at the same moment, Joong tightens his arm around me. He slides a hand into my hair, gently turning my face toward him. I can already see the irritation on his face.

“It’s our date. Focus on me, treasure…”

And if I hadn’t been paying attention, I probably wouldn’t have heard the quiet little “please” he whispers under his breath.

And I can’t be the only one who hears it. Because everyone around the table freezes at the exact same time. Like we all collectively decide to stop breathing after hearing him plead.

But of course, it doesn’t take long before Mingi clears his throat softly to break the silence, then straightens in his seat, eyes fixed on Yeosang.

“You’re supposed to be my date… Act like it.”

Yeosang’s eyes widen instantly, his cheeks turning an even deeper shade of red.

“What do you meaaaaan?” “You’re my girl… I don’t know. Seduce me. Annoy me. Hell, do both.”

Sakura leans slightly across the table, redirecting my attention toward her.

“So tell me… what’s it like living with eight very messy, very horny dudes?” she asks with a laugh. “I wouldn’t know about horny… But messy? Sometimes it feels like Wooyoung’s a tiny tornado leaving destruction everywhere he goes.”

She bursts out laughing, nodding quickly while slapping the table lightly.

“Spending just one night with them is too much for me… You’re really strong, nee-san. I could never spend days with them.” “We’re literally right here…” San says, raising an eyebrow. “You know she’s right,” my boyfriend adds with a laugh. “I can barely survive a single day with you idiots… and I’ve lived with you for years.”

I laugh softly into my hand, and San immediately turns to stare at me.

“If I remember correctly, you practically begged to live in the dorm with me!” “We definitely remember things differently… I was mostly just crying hysterically on the phone. I wasn’t saying much, oppa.”

The second the word oppa leaves my mouth, Hongjoong’s fingers flex against my shoulder.

My brother rolls his eyes and mutters something under his breath, though he quickly softens when Sakura peppers little kisses across his nose.

I turn my head toward my boyfriend, a silent question in my eyes. I try to ignore the tightening grip on my shoulder, but it’s difficult when his fingers slowly squeeze harder with every passing second.

He pulls me closer against his side and lowers his lips to my ear, whispering quietly enough that only I can hear.

“I should be the one you call oppa, treasure…”

I blush even harder and turn to look at him. But he doesn’t pull away. He keeps his face dangerously close to mine, his mint-scented breath brushing against my parted lips.

“Oppa…” I whisper back, never looking away from him. “Good girl…”

Slowly, he takes my chin between his fingers and kisses me.

At first, the kiss is slow, almost indulgent, like he’s savoring the moment. But it quickly turns hungry, his tongue sliding against mine in a sensual rhythm that makes me squeeze my thighs together beneath the table. His hand slips beneath my top, tracing up my ribs—until a pointed throat-clear cuts through the moment.

Hongjoong pulls back just enough to look at my brother, though his hand stays beneath my shirt.

“What?” “Could you maybe not feel up my sister right in front of me?” “If it helps at all… I’m enjoying the show,” Mingi says while slowly dragging his tongue across his lips before biting down on the lower one.

The taller man is leaning against the table with his elbow, openly staring at where Hongjoong’s hand rests under my shirt.

“Why don’t you focus on your girl instead of staring at mine?” the leader asks with a raised eyebrow. “Oh, trust me. I’m taking very good care of her.”

Mingi’s gaze drifts toward Yeosang, who’s leaning back on his hands now, cheeks bright red, lips parted, but completely silent.

I don’t understand what’s happening at first—until Sakura lightly shoves San so she can peek at Yeosang. An immediate smirk spreads across the Japanese woman’s lips, her teeth briefly sinking into her own tongue.

“He’s giving him a footjob…” “Alright. That’s enough for one day.”

Hongjoong stands abruptly and grabs my arm to pull me up with him, sighing heavily. The movement is so sudden and impatient that I nearly lose my balance.

“We’re going somewhere else to eat… Because apparently they can’t keep it in their pants for five fucking minutes.”

Just as we step out of the room, Yeosang lets out a soft moan, but I don’t get to see anything else because my boyfriend is already dragging me toward the van by the arm. His jaw is clenched so tightly I swear I can practically hear it ticking.

He climbs in first and pulls me in after him, rubbing harshly at his face with his free hand. Then suddenly, his fingers tighten around my arm a little too hard.

“Joong… you’re hurting me…” I gasp, sucking in a sharp breath through my teeth when the pain hits.

Immediately, he loosens his grip and finally looks at me. His eyes are slightly wider than usual.

“I’m so sorry, baby… I didn’t mean to…”

He rubs my arm gently, and then he does something I absolutely don’t expect from him.

He presses a soft kiss to the spot where he grabbed me before soothing it with his thumbs. The gesture is so delicate—especially coming from him—that I just stare at him in silence.

“Better?” he asks softly.

I simply nod, blinking slowly.

“What do you say we eat at home instead? I’m not really in the mood to eat out anymore.” “Are you gonna cook?” I ask curiously. “I’ll cook,” he says with a small laugh and a nod.

The drive back to the dorm goes by just as quickly as the ride for coming here.

Hand in hand, fingers intertwined, we ride the elevator up with my head resting gently against his shoulder.

Contrary to what I expect, the living room is empty. Hongjoong takes full advantage of it and makes a beeline straight for the kitchen, which is just as deserted.

“Just you and me. Exactly how it should’ve been from the start. I don’t know why I thought a double date was a good idea.”

He presses a soft kiss to my cheek before opening the fridge to inspect what’s inside, his fingers tapping lightly against the door as he hums to himself.

“I feel like beef. You feel like beef, treasure?” “Beef is fine.”

I smile softly and sit on the kitchen island, crossing my legs so I don’t accidentally flash my panties. Just in case someone walks in.

And naturally, the second I think that, Wooyoung walks into the kitchen wearing a black cat onesie with the hood pulled over his head.

“You’re already back?” the younger man asks, surprised. “They were basically starting an orgy. I wasn’t interested.”

A sudden laugh bursts out of Wooyoung’s mouth, his eyes going wide.

“An orgy? Weren’t you guys at a restaurant? What the fuck?!”

Still laughing uncontrollably, he walks over to the fridge and grabs a bottle of water, keeping his back to me.

“I don’t wanna talk about it… Ask them when they get back if you’re that interested.” “I’m not interested in orgies I’m not part of,” Woo says while shaking his head.

He takes a sip from his bottle and tilts his head slightly, making the little cat ears on his hood flop to the side.

“Mm! Did you ask her about the Wanteez episode?” he asks, curiosity bright in his voice.

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The next day, you wake up later than usual.

Partly because it’s the weekend, but also because you barely slept the last two days. So your body really needed this well-deserved sleep-in.

You grab your phone from the nightstand to check the time. And when you realize it’s already past noon, you let out a heavy sigh. You knew you slept late, but you definitely didn’t expect it to already be the afternoon.

Just as you’re about to put your phone back down, you notice a message from Sakuya.

[Want an escort tonight? Me and Yeji are free.]

You let out a low groan and turn toward the wall with a yawn, your ears flicking lazily on your head. You’d completely forgotten about Yunho’s weird little meeting tonight. And now, thanks to your friend, it’s the very first thing you think about after waking up.

You wonder what he wants from you. And especially—why so late? It’s not like you’re busy today. You’re off work and have absolutely nothing planned.

You kick your leg absentmindedly through the blankets, accidentally smacking Biscuit. But he doesn’t make a sound. Instead, he opens one eye to glare at you, clearly irritated that you hit him.

“Sorry, doggy baby. Didn’t mean to hit you.”

He lets out a soft whine while yawning, then rests his chin on your leg to look at you, slowly licking his lips, his throat moving against your calf.

“It’s gonna be a long day today,” you mumble, rubbing your face tiredly.

He doesn’t move, just closes his eyes again.

You sit up and gently pet his head, your tail swaying slowly beneath the blanket. Your mornings have honestly become a lot nicer since you let him stay in your room. And really… you don’t hate waking up with company.

“Let’s get dressed. I wanna go for a stroll.”

Biscuit follows you with his eyes while you walk over to the desk you use as a counter to grab an apple, leaning your back against it.

Your gaze drifts toward the window while Biscuit lets out a soft whine. But you don’t look at him. Your thoughts stay stuck on Yunho tonight. There’s anxiety there—but also anticipation.

Not anticipation because of him, exactly… but because he asked to meet you, even though you’ve maybe spoken ten times since starting university.

Maybe your lack of a social life is what’s making you excited for tonight. But let’s not talk about that. Poor girl, you really need to go out more often.

When you toss your apple away, your aim is terrible and it falls onto the floor instead. But you decide to go get dressed before picking it up.

The second you turn around to change, you hear a soft plock.

You turn quickly and spot Biscuit standing near the trash can. You frown and walk closer to look—and the apple core you dropped earlier is now inside the trash.

He looks at you with his ears lowered, almost like he’s worried you’ll scold him.

A smile spreads across your lips as you gently pet his head.

“Good boy.”

You glance around the room before grabbing the novel you’re currently reading from your nightstand. And just like that, you leave the dorm and head toward the school fountain.

It’s only once you sit down that you realize Biscuit didn’t follow you. But you just shrug and open your book to start reading. It’s not like he has to follow you everywhere. Worst case scenario, he’ll scratch at your window when he’s done wandering around.

Slowly, the afternoon sun climbs higher and higher.

And exactly at 2:14, like clockwork, the sunlight hits you directly.

It doesn’t take long before your eyes grow heavy, your head drooping forward even though you try to stay awake. And after about two minutes of struggling, you place your book on top of your backpack and curl up on the bench.

Your ears droop on your head and your tail curls against your chest.

And just like that, you fall asleep, the tip of your tail brushing against your face before going still once you’re fully asleep.

At some point, a deep laugh startles you awake, slowly pulling you out of your nap while you’re still perfectly settled under the sun. Which means you got woken up early.

You lift your head slightly to look behind the bench you’re lying on.

And for a second, your heart skips a beat at the sight of blond hair. Your ears flatten against your head and your tail bristles slightly. Almost the same blond as Yunho’s.

But when he turns his head toward you, looking somewhere behind you instead, you slowly relax.

It’s just Yeosang.

You sigh so heavily in relief that it immediately makes him glance down at you, looking almost concerned by the sound you made.

You simply raise your ears back up on your head, blushing harder at the way he’s looking at you. And the second you blush, he blushes too. He clears his throat softly and turns back toward his conversation with Kun—and a few other guys you don’t recognize—while Kun now looks at you with a knowing smirk.

You roll your eyes and lie back down on the bench, your tail tucked tightly against yourself. Then you close your eyes, trying to fall back asleep.

It doesn’t take long before a hand lands on your shoulder and shakes you lightly. That simple gesture immediately makes a hiss leave your throat with a low growl.

Which only makes Kun laugh as he keeps his hand on you.

“Hey, kitten.”

You squeeze your eyes shut for a second before opening them to look at him silently.

“Still on for that little date..?”

You prop yourself up on one elbow, one eyebrow raised, never breaking eye contact with the wolf, completely unimpressed by his question. If he genuinely thinks you’re going on a date with him, he’s even dumber than you thought.

“I told you, I am not interested in your kind…”

Without answering, Kun raises his hand and motions with two fingers toward someone behind you.

Seonghwa steps into your field of vision, a faint bruise-like blue mark under his eye. The siren looks down at you, a small smile tugging at his lips—and it sends a bad shiver down your spine.

You barely have time to grab your bag and raise your tail behind you before he starts singing a soft melody that hypnotizes you instantly.

“You weren’t lying…” Kun says, impressed. “You know what to do.”

Seonghwa steps closer and places a hand beneath your chin, tilting your head up to look at him. Your ears droop heavily on your head and your tail goes still, falling limp onto the bench.

“Now… you’re going to follow Kun and go on a date with him. You’ll be nice and flirty, and you’ll make him feel like you’re interested. Do you understand?”

Slowly, you nod and stand up, staring blankly ahead, your mind completely empty.

“Maybe try making it so she doesn’t look that out of it… It’s not cute,” Kun mutters near Seonghwa’s ear.

Seonghwa rolls his eyes, shaking his head.

“She’s under the influence of a song. Did you expect her to act normal?” “Well… yeah,” Kun says, barely raising an eyebrow. “That’s… not how it works, hyung. Not yet, anyway. I’m still learning how to control it. Take it or leave it, I don’t really care.”

The siren turns on his heel with a sigh and walks away.

The werewolf? He just stares at you, running a hand through his hair. He looks like he’s debating whether your current state is good enough—or if he should just give up.

And it doesn’t take long before he turns away with a shake of his head.

You only follow him for a few steps before he turns back around, his golden irises scanning you from head to toe, visibly irritated.

“Stay there,” he says, pointing toward the spot where you’d been sitting earlier.

Almost like a robot, you turn around and sit back down on the bench. Your hands rest on your thighs, your tail stretched across the bench, your ears still flattened on your head.

Honestly, you have no idea how long you stay there. But it’s long enough for your patch of sunlight to completely disappear.

People walking by stare at you strangely, whispering about how weird you are, asking each other what your problem is.

A single tear slides down your cheek, your fingers twitching weakly against your thighs—but not enough for you to actually move.

Fingers snap repeatedly in front of your face before someone steps in front of you.

Kai, if you remember his name correctly, studies your face while biting softly on his lip.

“Can you do anything??” Sakuya asks, panic obvious in his voice. “Did you try hitting her?” the siren asks seriously. “Hit her?!” the Japanese fairy repeats, horrified. “Want me to hit you, motherfluffer?!” Yeji snaps, equally offended. “When her dog bit her, she snapped out of it…”

Without warning, Kai suddenly slaps you across the face so hard your head jerks to the side and a small cry of pain leaves your mouth. Instinctively, your hand flies to your cheek.

“What is your problem?!” you yell angrily.

Kai gestures dramatically toward you, jazz-handing with a singsong: “Tadaaa~”

Without wasting a second, Sakuya crouches in front of you with watery eyes, his hands hovering over your knees.

“Are you okay? What happened? What did Seonghwa do to you again..?” “That little fluffer needs glitter thrown straight into his eyes…”

At the same time, Yeji pulls a tiny pouch from her purse and storms off, purple glitter dust spilling from the bag in her hand.

You rub your aching cheek slowly, eyes fixed on Kai because you absolutely do not trust him, before finally looking back at Sakuya.

“I only remember Kun talking to me… I can’t remember the rest…”

The fairy sighs, looking deeply disappointed, but he doesn’t comment on it. Instead, he stands and offers you his hand, a gentle smile on his lips while a rebellious pink strand sticks up from the top of his head.

“You have a date tonight. Let’s get you refreshed and fed. Can’t have your stomach growling in the middle of a kiss~”

He winks with a giggle, way too entertained by his own words.

“Nobody’s kissing nobody…” you mumble, blushing harder.

Kai stuffs his hands into his pockets, puffing his cheeks while rocking back and forth on his feet.

“Alright… Take care, Kitten. Just know… I’m nothing like Hwa, even if I seem to be.”

And with that, he turns around and walks off in the opposite direction from where you leave with Sakuya.

Just like Yunho told you the day before, you head to the library.

Once you’re standing in front of the nearly empty building, barely lit from the inside, you swallow hard, fear slowly growing in your stomach.

You kind of regret coming alone, but it’s too late to turn back now. You grip the strap of your purse tightly and step into the library with hesitant footsteps. You genuinely have no idea what to expect, and the anxiety twisting in your stomach only grows stronger.

You take a breath and wander deeper into the library, where Yunho doesn’t seem to be.

The silence feels so heavy that the sound of your sneakers against the floor echoes between the shelves. And for a second, you feel like someone’s watching you.

You walk between the rows of books and stop in the romance section. You grab a book titled Run, Run Rabbit, flipping through it absentmindedly. You’re not really reading the pages at first.

Until one sentence catches your attention.

“The tug of his knot increased her plea—”

The book suddenly disappears from your hands, snatched away by an elegant hand with such long, slender fingers that the sight of the hand startles you more than the action itself.

“Let’s not traumatize you before we actually get there, kitten.”

You turn toward him, mouth half-open, eyes wide, your tail standing straight behind you.

“Bold of you to assume we’d ever get that intimate,” you say, placing your hands on your hips. “Even bolder to assume I’d let any wolf knot me. I’m not that kinda girl.”

He lowers his gaze to you, a subtle smirk spreading across his lips. He steps closer slowly and deliberately.

His confidence makes you step backward until your back presses against the bookshelf.

He leans over you, his face close to your neck, takes a slow breath in—and exhales hard enough to make the hair on your shoulder flutter.

“I never noticed before… but you smell untouched,” he murmurs, not pulling away at all. “Still got time to brand you, kitten.”

With your ears flattened against your head, you press your lips together, blushing furiously while staring at him like he just said the most intimate thing imaginable.

Because he did. He’s basically telling you that one way or another, you’ll end up his. That it’s only a matter of time.

Instinctively, you slide your tail between your bodies, trying to create some distance.

He pulls his head back just enough to look at it, eyes trailing along your tail. You can read complete indifference on his face at what you just did. He doesn’t see your tail as a shield. He sees it as an obstacle he’ll enjoy overcoming.

Slowly, his fingers brush against the fur of your tail without ever breaking eye contact.

“Now you’re just giving me creative ideas for when I make you mine.”

You try backing up farther, but only end up slamming harder into the bookshelf behind you.

Before you even have time to react, several books tumble off the shelf directly toward you. Your eyes squeeze shut instantly, bracing for impact.

But nothing hits you.

You only hear books crashing onto the floor around you. Slowly, you open one eye.

Yunho is leaning over you, his irises a deep red. A red so intense it makes you feel tiny beneath him, your ears pinned flat and your tail instinctively wrapped around your waist.

One of his arms is braced above your head against the shelf.

He shielded you from the books with his own body. And that simple realization makes you blush even harder.

His jaw is tense, and more than ever, the scent of forest that belongs uniquely to him fills your lungs.

“You okay..?” he asks, his voice deeper than usual.

As your only answer, you nod, all your attention locked on him.

He straightens up, gently fixing your hair before stepping back. His eyes slowly fade back to their usual soft brown.

“Be careful. I won’t always be there to protect you.”

He drags his tongue slowly over his teeth, highlighting canines that are slightly longer than usual before they slowly retract again.

“It’s just books…” you laugh awkwardly, trying to ease the tension. “You know what I’m talking about…” he says, stepping closer again. “Seonghwa didn’t get beat up by a gust of wind, kitten.”

You frown, unsure what he means.

“Right… you didn’t go to class yesterday…”

But he doesn’t elaborate. Of course he doesn’t. You honestly can’t tell if his mysterious guy routine is supposed to be sexy or if he genuinely just sucks at communicating. Either way, you’re not impressed.

“You’re the one who gave Seonghwa the black eye? Why?”

He raises an eyebrow, tilting his head slightly to the side, clearly unamused by your question.

“Did you really think he wouldn’t brag about singing to the kitten and having her fall for it after the first few notes?”

He sighs, still keeping his head tilted, eyes closed.

“You’re too innocent for this world, kitten. You need someone to keep you safe. Keep your… dog… close. Seonghwa won’t be the last to try something.”

You look at him, a strange sadness washing over you for no reason. At least, that’s what you try telling yourself. You know exactly why his words hurt.

“I’m not innocent… It’s me against the world. A world I don’t really understand because society decided I was a freak and didn’t want to include me.”

You look away, feeling a lump form in your throat.

Slowly, he brushes his thumb against your cheek, wiping away a tear you hadn’t even noticed falling.

His hand settles under your chin, turning your head so you look at him again.

He stays quiet for a moment, eyes wandering across your face like he’s really seeing you for the first time. His gaze drops to your lips—but you don’t move. You just stare back at him, sniffling softly, your hands hanging at your sides.

It’s only when he leans in to kiss you that you finally turn your head away, cheeks burning red.

“I’m sorry…” he whispers, his warm breath brushing your skin. “I just wanted to… sorry…”

He pulls back, clearing his throat as he shoves his hands into his pockets, gaze lowered to the floor.

“You’re not ready. It’s okay. I can wait. I will wait.” “You’ll wait a long time…” you whisper so quietly you think for a second he didn’t hear you.

But of course he heard everything. And instead of getting angry, he laughs softly, nodding.

“Fair enough. But I know you’ll let me kiss you eventually. It’s just a matter of time. And time isn’t something I’m lacking. I’m a patient guy.”

Your ears flatten against your head as your lip curls slightly, holding back a hiss—though a low growl still slips out.

Your reaction only makes him laugh harder as he pats your head.

“Stay wild, kitten. I like it. I’ll see you soon.”

And just like that, he turns around and walks away, lifting his phone to his ear.

“You better be bothering me for a good reason, Mingi-ah… or I just might fuck you up next time I come home…”

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