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ꕤ = yandere

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Selfish desire - ꕤ Seonghwa & Hongjoong x reader (series)

Our unsaid truths - 𖦹 ot8 poly!ateez x reader (series)

Otherworldly obsession - 𖦹 Wooyoung & San x reader (one-shot)

Bite me [pt.2]- 𖦹 Vampire!Seonghwa x reader (two-shot)

The love tattoo - 𖦹 Seonghwa x reader (one-shot)

Love beyond our realm - 𖦹 ꕤ Yandere fallen angel!Yeosang x reader (one-shot)

On this snowy morning - 𖦹 Seonghwa & Yunho x reader (one-shot)

Stay with us - ꕤ Mingi & Wooyoung x reader (one-shot)

Untitled - ꕤ Yandere Wooyoung x reader (one-shot)

(Don’t) sing to me - 𖦹 ꕤ Siren!Seonghwa x reader (one-shot)

NSFW alphabet 𖦹

Hongjoong

Seonghwa

Yunho

Yeosang

San

Mingi

Wooyoung

Jongho

Yandere alphabet ꕤ

Hongjoong

San

Seonghwa

Headcannons/reactions/drabbles

Mafia!Yunho

Atz as yanderes ꕤ

Bf!Seonghwa with warded s/o

Subby!Yunho 𖦹

my fic/blog recs

Affection: How do they show their love and affection? How intense would it get?

He would try his best not to get too intense with it, too afraid that he’ll scare you away with his strong feelings. It is hard for him to hold back at times though; you might catch him sniffing your hair and skin while he’s cuddling you, or slowly grinding into the mattress next to you while he thinks you’re asleep, silently moaning your name. You can tell he’s a bit ashamed, blushing and looking away if you ever catch him in such a state.

Other than the more shameful sides, he does love showering you in affection, in all shapes and forms, whether it be gifts, kisses, words of affirmation or simply doing every little task for you, making sure you don’t have to lift a finger.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He doesn’t become too messy with you, too scared that you’ll fear him forever or that he’ll seriously hurt you. He doesn’t want his sweet darling to see such brutality, that’s exactly why he took you. He’ll only get slightly messy with you when you truly overstep a boundary. Then he might pull out a knife, but mostly use it to threaten you, to slowly drag the dull end down your body, watching you shiver in fear.

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

No, he would never mock you, his sweet little angel. He sees how scared you are, and knowing that it’s his fault makes his heart clench, but he won’t let it get to him. He knows this is what’s best for you, that you’ll love it soon enough.

He wipes your tears, washes you, dresses you and makes sure you’re well fed. He tries not to lose his temper when you disobey him, when you refuse to eat, try to fight him or run away. He does pretty well in his own opinion, but it just makes you more frustrated when Seonghwa simply pouts and carries you to your room when you try to get out of the restraints. Sometimes, you almost want him to be more reactive and less patient. Because maybe then, you wouldn’t feel like a worthless animal in a cage, with its owner looking down in pity.

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

The one thing he will do against your will is really just keeping you from running away, and of course, taking care of you. He acts like a mother taking care of his child, not letting you do anything on your own, too scared that you’ll hurt yourself. He won’t let you in the kitchen after that one time when you tried to threaten to cut yourself with a kitchen knife if he didn’t let you go.

He hates doing things against your will, but won’t hesitate to do it to keep you safe and sound. He will make you do activities with him though, playing with lego together, watching movies or having dinner dates. He’s patient, and even seeing the smallest change in your behavior, a slight smile, you choosing to not sit as far away from him anymore or you just not putting up such a fight is what gives him the motivation to keep trying to make you love him back.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He wants you to feel safe to open up to him, so of course he tries to set a good example for you. He talks to you about how much it hurts him to see you cry, how much he wishes you would just love him back. He almost feels proud when he sees that glint of guilt in your eyes when he cries about his worries to you. However, he won’t go too far when it comes to showing his weaknesses. If you were ever to use those to your advantage, he wouldn’t be able to forgive himself.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

Oh, how he wishes you would just be good for him. He rolls his eyes when you try to kick him away, and sighs in exhaustion every time you scream at him to let you go. He tries to understand, but then again, he doesn’t really. Why aren’t you grateful? He provides everything for you, and makes sure you’re always safe and sound. He would do anything to have someone love him like that, he thinks to himself.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He hates it when you disobey his wishes, because it makes him feel like a failure. He made sure to gently warn you about what would happen if you were bad, but it seems you just can’t understand without being taught a lesson. He tells you he’s not angry, just disappointed in you whenever he catches you trying to undo your restraints or open the window. He does however find you cute when he catches you. Seeing you look down in shame, begging him to forgive you.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

After your first escape attempt. While you had seen his more brutal sides when he first took you, it had never been like this. After managing to manipulate him and use all of his weaknesses to your advantage to finally earn his trust, you managed to slip out of his grasp once and for all. It had taken you weeks, and the process wasn’t easy (especially since he managed to make you feel guilty for lying to him) but you felt so proud when you finally felt the fresh air against your face again.

Well, that was until Seonghwa found you. It was that look in his eye that was the worst part. The look of pure insanity and betrayal. You tried to play it off, of course, saying you were just getting some fresh air, but he was smarter than that. He had never actually bern violent with you before this, but now, it was like something in him snapped, and he couldn’t tell right from wrong anymore. While you feared him before, you had never had such a physical reaction to his actions until now. Even the mere thought of what he might do to you next was enough to make you sob and shake in fear.

The escape attempt that ended in months in the dull and dark basement, food trays being pushed in through a hatch in the door, with only a few visits from your captor. The worst thing was that you learned to look forward to the visits, even though they mostly ended up with him spitting insults at you, making you tell him that you love him and reminding you that no one was looking for you, and the only one nice enough to even care about you, was him.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

Seonghwa envisions a future with you, that’s it. He doesn’t care if it’s with you still tied up in his basement for the rest of your life (even though that’s not what he would prefer) or if it’s a future with you two being married and growing old together. All he cares about is that you’re in his future, and that he’s in yours.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

He doesn’t really show his jealousy in front of you, but still makes sure that you know that there will be consequences if you even let anyone else get near you. Although he won’t hurt you of course, but there are no limits to hurting the person who tried to steal his perfect darling from him. He loves getting to take out his anger and jealousy on those disgusting people who try to steal your attention, so he’ll come home as if nothing happened, a wide smile on his lips as he cooks you dinner.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

He might be shy at first - even though he did in fact kidnap you - but soon he’ll open up, telling you all about himself and how he found you. Once he feels comfortable enough, he’ll take care of you in all the ways he can. He’ll sleep by your side, warming you up, he’ll dote on you when you get sick, kissing you and feeding you soup, no matter how much you try to fight him. You soon realize that obeying him will always be the best option.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He’ll send you letters, doesn’t matter if it’s online or in physical form (or both). He writes about everything he loves about you, how he sees you struggle, and how he wishes for you to let him help you. he begs you to give him a sign, write back to him, or anything - to let him know that you want him too. When he sees the opposite reaction, his heart feels like it’s breaking, but he soon becomes delusional. That little gesture you did when you read what he wrote, that was a sign. You want him, he knows it, maybe you don’t yet, but he does.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

He’s not open with these feelings he has, both his obsession with you, but also with other things. He acts quiet and polite, not letting anyone in. You’re the only exception, the person who he’ll trust with anything.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

His punishments are agonizingly slow, really rubbing your mistake in, so you won’t do it again. He hates being away from you, but he’ll isolate you if needed. He might even isolate you with him, tying you up and watching you from across the room as you cry and writhe around. He’ll simply watch you in silence, and occasionally get closer to you to either feed you, clean you or let you go to the bathroom. He’ll strip you of your rights again, and you’ll have to work even harder to get them back this time.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

He will never let you starve, or leave you without basic human needs. But other than that, he’ll take away whatever he deems necessary for you to be safe and sound. Depending on your behavior, he’ll take away or give you back your rights.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

Oh he’s patient alright. He has all the time in the world to wait for you to come around. He can get frustrated with himself though, wondering how he hasn’t managed to make you love him yet, but that won’t be enough to make him show that side in front of you. He’ll make himself seem like the most patient, sweet boyfriend ever, thinking that that will make you love him.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

While it would probably take him years, I believe with therapy and a lot of self discipline, he would be able to get over you and move on. While you are his biggest hyper fixation, he might be able to get over you just like he would any other interest of his. Maybe his life will never be the same, and he might not ever be able to love again, he would probably manage.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Would he feel guilty? Yes. Not extremely, but slightly, especially when he notices how much you miss your old life. He sometimes feels like he robbed you of the life you could’ve had, the life you had always dreamed of. This probably won’t lead to him letting you go though.

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

Seonghwa tends to get interested - almost hyper fixated - in certain things. He knows he can get a little too obsessed with things or concepts, but he never expected for it to be a person. It started with him just seeing you, taking a small interest in you (your looks, clothes, demeanor etc), but he soon found himself obsessing over every little thing you did. When he was younger, people used to tell him that he should seek help for these things, these obsessions with things that could leave him restless and almost manic, but he never listened - because while he did see it as a flaw, it was also one of the few things that gave him motivation. That gave him a spark, a will to move forward in life.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates it. The mere thought of you avoiding him or being scared of him makes him break down in tears. Seeing you fight back however, isn’t as hard. When you throw a tantrum, he’ll simply shake his head, knowing that you’ll learn how to behave soon enough. When you start sobbing and try to hide from him - that’s when he’ll start taking you seriously: When it’s more than a temper tantrum, and he sees the dark circles under your eyes, the empty look in your eyes and the way you shiver in fear when he comes closer.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

He would be less violent than the ”classic” yandere, but equally as manipulative. Instead of yelling at you and hurting you, he’ll rather use slower ways to punish you; Locking you in a room until you beg for forgiveness, to greet you with open arms when you finally do, or carefully cut off all of your ties to the world outside of him in a way that makes it unnoticeable to you (but then again, that might be a classic thing idek)

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

Definitely how worried he gets about your health. If you’re able to convince him that you’re in pain or that you need help in any way, he might buy it if it seems realistic enough. Other than that, I would just say that faking that you’re falling for him would work. It might take you a while, but if you convince him that you really do love him, and try to make him agree to a picnic in the woods (or something like that), he might just agree, giving you a slim chance to escape.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

He doesn’t want to hurt you. Seeing you in pain might actually be the one thing he hates more than being away from you. But he knows, he knows that he might have to hurt you in order to keep you, so he only hurts you when he feels like it’s an absolute necessity. Him hurting you will mostly be emotional though. Him telling you that you need him, that you can’t do anything on your own. It hurts him to see your face when he tells you this, but when you eventually come crawling back to him, he can’t help but feel proud of himself.

The few times that he will actually be violent with you is if he catches you trying to escape. He wants to just cradle you in his arms, kiss you and tell you that you’re being silly, but he knows that won’t work. He’ll have to show you why you can never do anything like that. While he might be able to hurt you by taking out his anger on you in that moment, he’ll regret it the second his hands have left your body. When he sees your teary eyes, hears your screams, sees the way you flinch away from him.

”No, no please baby,” he cries, removing your arms that you try to shield yourself with. ”I’m sorry,” he kisses your cheeks. You’re trembling. You’re not used to this side of him, but when you do see it, you get reminded of why you fear him, why you try to stay on his good side. ”Darling, I love you,” he’s almost hyperventilating now, holding your face and trying to meet your gaze. ”Look at me.” You inhale sharply before your wide eyes meet his. You watch his face contort before he leans in and finally kisses you. ”I love you so much.”

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Oh he worships you alright. He’ll gladly kiss every inch of your beautiful body, tell you what he loves about every little detail about you. He’ll rant about how much he loves you and about his life when he first fell for you for hours while wrapping his arms around you protectively. Who doesn’t love compliments? Seonghwa mentally asks himself when he once again tells you how beautiful you look, and how no one but him will ever truly understand that.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It can take months, years even, until Seonghwa makes his move. He observes you every day, trying to learn every little thing about you. He never thought it would come to it, but one day he realized that this was more than a little crush. He needed to have you. As much as he loved seeing you smile around others, he always ached for that smile to be because of him. That’s when he started writing you letters.

It started with a small harmless letter telling you to have a great day, but it soon became long poetic texts about how beautiful you looked at that party, or how much he wishes to be with you. Seonghwa felt dread wash over him when he watched your face contort in horror at the long explanations of love, and that’s when he realized that you simply didn’t know any better. Once you were with him, you would understand completely. You would love him like he loved you, kiss him like he used to kiss your pillow when you weren’t home, and fuck him like he fucked himself to the thought of you.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He might not know it or do it willingly, but it’s definitely a possibility. With the way he convinces you that you can’t do anything by yourself, that you have no one except for him and that you actually do love him - you might just turn into a manipulated and empty-headed shell of what you once were.

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He’s like a clingy kitten, constantly on you, or beneath you. He wants to spend every waking moment with you, if not next to you, on top of you, maybe even inside of you. ”I love you so much,” he smiles. He’s on top of you, his head resting on your chest. You can feel yourself trembling slightly, thinking about the fact that San’s shirt had bloodstains on it. You didn’t even want to know how those ended up there, and you were too scared to ask.

Blood: How messy are they willing to get when it comes to their darling?

He wouldn’t really get messy with you so to say, as in, he won’t cut you up, he won’t play with your blood or be rough with you. That, he can do with the people who hurt you, your former friends who didn’t treat you right, that guy who made you uncomfortable at the club.

The only time he’ll be messy or rough with you, is of course when he’s pleasuring you. He knows you love the way he sloppily eats you out, or fucks you at an unbelievable pace. Because even if you try to tell him that you don’t want him like that anymore, he knows your body won’t lie to him. He sees the way you squirm, the way your hips buck, the way your legs shake, how your eyes roll back. ”You can try to hide it from me baby,” he says as his fingers slowly plunge into you. ”But I know exactly what you like.”

Cruelty: How would they treat their darling once abducted? Would they mock them?

He will mock you, but just because of how cute you are in his eyes. Seeing you so confused and wide-eyed, he can’t help but giggle at you. When you start crying and screaming at him, he’ll apologize for laughing, wiping your cute little tears with a pout on his face.

”Aww, baby don’t cry,” San’s hands rub your shoulders as he coos. ”How could you!?” you scream at him, trying to shake his hands from you. Although, it’s basically impossible with the rope around your body. San just sighs as you shake and sob. He would usually hate this sight, so why does he find this so amusing? Why can’t he help but smile when you sniffle aggressively? ”My baby,” he giggles, letting his hands caress your face. ”I could tell you to stop crying, but honestly—” San laughs. ”You’re so adorable when you’re like this.”

Darling: Aside from abduction, would they do anything against their darling's will?

The things he will do against your will are the things that he believes are genuinely good for you. Force feeding you, cleaning you and making you cuddle with him and sleep in his arms.

Exposed: How much of their heart do they bare to their darling? How vulnerable are they when it comes to their darling?

He’s absolutely vulnerable, never having the heart to hide his undying love and affection for you. He cries, he tells you his worries, he makes you feel like his therapist sometimes, with how he vents to you. No matter if you’re not ready to show vulnerability any time soon, San has no problem with showing himself like that. He tells you how worried he is that you’ll leave him someday, how long he’s been in love with you and how he’ll kill anyone who hurts you.

Fight: How would they feel if their darling fought back?

He would find you absolutely adorable when you try to push him, or when you even think that you could ever take him in a fight. Even though he knows you have no chance, he sure loves to see you try. After a while, he will get tired of it though. If you’re still reluctant after what he considers a long time, he’ll warn you. You can’t run away from him forever.

Game: Is this a game to them? How much would they enjoy watching their darling try to escape?

He does see it as a game in the beginning, but once a certain amount of time has passed, he’ll remind himself and you of the true goal, which is making you fall in love with him, and spending the rest of your lives together. If you still try to escape after months, San will only get hurt, and disappointed that you still don’t want to stay with him.

Hell: What would be their darling's worst experience with them?

Probably those nights when he makes you hate yourself for hating him. It’s weird in a way, that he’s able to make you feel so bad for disliking such a horrible person. But that’s one of the things he’s best at, making you want to love him. You realize how much easier your life would be if you just gave in and loved him back, because that part of you that fell for him was indeed still in there. But even having that thought could make you doubt your entire existence.

Ideals: What kind of future do they have in mind for/with their darling?

He’s thinking marriage, kids, growing old together, that kind of life. He can’t see himself with anyone but you, living a life without you in it. He wants to experience all kinds of things, the ups and downs of life, he wants the fights, he wants the tender moments, however long it’ll take.

Jealousy: Do they get jealous? Do they lash out or find a way to cope?

San hates to even think about you with anyone other than him. You see it on his pout that he wears daily. If you even mention someone other than him, someone who did something that you liked, or someone who you used to know, San’ll immediately start whining, begging you to talk about something else. He won’t lash out often due to his jealousy, it’ll just make him more affectionate towards you, in a way that might feel suffocating. Tighter hugs, showering you in kisses and refusing to let you leave his arms.

Kisses: How do they act around or with their darling?

As you probably understand at this point, he’s extremely affectionate. He’s touchy, invading your space, getting moody if you deny his affections. He’s almost like a big cat at times, nuzzling into you or even just laying on top of you to keep you close.

Love letters: How would they go about courting or approaching their darling?

He spared no time after he had first been introduced to you, suddenly walking up to you one day and using his gorgeous good looks and charming personality to seduce you. He made sure to find out exactly what you were into, when you were the most available and how he would approach you without risking scaring you off. And when that day finally arrived and he approached you at the coffee shop, he could see in your eyes that you were going to fall for him.

Mask: Are their true colors drastically different from the way they act around everyone else?

San really is a sweetheart, who just happens to love a bit too hard for it to be considered normal. He still has friends, and they all know how sweet he is, but once you entered his life, he was ready to let all of that go in order to keep you. The one thing that’s different from how he is around others, is when he gets scary. When his eyes grow wide, his smile makes you fear for your life and his grip around you is so tight it leaves bruises.

Naughty: How would they punish their darling?

He’ll almost be like a parent disciplining his child in a way, making you admit your mistakes and hurting you lightly when you refuse. He won’t be very rough on you, even if you’ve done something that he considers horrible. Instead, he’ll just become cold, sad and make you almost feel bad for him as he cries and asks what he did to deserve this. He’ll stop kissing you, stop hugging you and most importantly, force you to sleep alone in the basement, tied up and with no distractions.

Once the punishment is over, he’ll hug you desperately, crying and complaining about how hard it was to leave you like that, how much he hated doing that to you. At this point, you’ll feel bad for him, his manipulation having gotten into your head.

Oppression: How many rights would they take away from their darling?

To start, he’ll take almost everything away. He doesn’t believe that the outside world is safe enough for you, and won’t risk you getting drawn to it - therefore taking your phone. He promises you he’ll let you walk freely on your own once you love him too, but even if you did, you’d probably be too manipulated by him at that point, not even wanting to go outside anymore.

Patience: How patient are they with their darling?

He’s very patient with you, understanding that this new lifestyle will be hard for you to adjust to, so he’ll let you scream, let you try to escape from him, because he knows that the alternative isn’t anything he’d dream of. His worst nightmare is you genuinely hating him, so he’d hate to fuel those feelings of hatred that he knows exist deep inside of you.

Quit: If their darling dies, leaves, or successfully escapes, would they ever be able to move on?

If you ever managed to escape, San would make sure to find you, one way or another. He’ll be walking around, sobbing for days, looking anywhere and everywhere for any traces of you. He’ll be so heartbroken that you left him, but he tries his best to ignore his feelings, and focus on the matter at hand.

If - or when - he finds you, he’ll take you home immediately, and this time he won’t go easy on you. He’ll only show his emotions once he’s got you tied up, finally safe in the basement again. After that, he’ll sob into your arms, telling you how hard it was to live without you, how scared he was for your life and how he’ll never let you leave his sight ever again.

Regret: Would they ever feel guilty about abducting their darling? Would they ever let their darling go?

Letting you go isn’t an option. He’ll eventually give you more freedom, but only if he knows you love him back and that you won’t escape. But he might feel guilty. Hearing you sob, begging him to let you go, it hurts him. He hates watching you like that, seeing that rage in your eyes and hearing you scream and cry. ”Please stop,” he says as he wipes your tears off your trembling face. ”Stop crying baby.”

Stigma: What brought about this side of them (childhood, curiosity, etc)?

He had never known this side of him existed before he met you. He knew he was sometimes possessive over his friends in a weird way, but he had never felt it this strongly before. It might just be the fear of being left alone, the fear of not being loved, of not having anyone to love, it’s what haunts him at night.

Tears: How do they feel about seeing their darling scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?

He hates seeing you cry most of the time (unless it’s out of pleasure) and he always has to look away when he sees those droplets of water fall from your beautiful eyes, especially when you sound and look so genuinely hurt. He can find it cute at times, when you’re throwing a little tantrum, but when it’s intense and clear that it’s all his fault. It’s better when he can comfort you, wipe your tears and make you calm down, but when he punishes you and can’t make you feel better, he’ll simply leave the room and cry on his own.

Unique: Would they do anything different from the classic yandere?

Some ”classic” yanderes will kill their love, but San couldn’t even imagine such a thing. He would die for you, he would kill for you, but he would never let you die.

Vice: What weakness can their darling exploit in order to escape?

You can exploit his will for you to love him, his belief that you will love him one day. Manipulating him isn’t an easy task, but it’s not impossible. You’d have to show him that affection he’s been craving, but not do too much at once. And maybe, just maybe he’ll give you just as much freedom you need in order to escape.

Wit's end: Would they ever hurt their darling?

Yes, of course he would hurt you emotionally, tearing you down and building you up to make you love him. He’s the type who’ll make you believe that he would never hurt you, but he truly does, every single day. It might not seem like him, but the rope burns, the bruises from you trying to break out of your room and the headaches from not getting enough sleep, isn’t that technically him hurting you?

Xoanon: How much would they revere or worship their darling? To what length would they go to win their darling over?

Oh he worships you in every way you could think of. He’ll get on his knees, kiss up your body and look up at you with that look of pure adoration. Who doesn’t like getting this much love and attention? He thinks, as he gently touches your skin, telling you just how beautiful you are in his eyes.

Yearn: How long do they pine after their darling before they snap?

It doesn’t take very long for him. He can’t hold back his undying love for you, and he’ll only wait as long as absolutely necessary.

Zenith: Would they ever break their darling?

He fell in love with you, not a you that’s broken. He wants to make sure you keep those wonderful traits of yours, and if he ever sees you change your ways, he’ll make sure to do whatever it takes to get you back.

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In these situations, you had to save yourself, you knew that. That’s why you felt so stupid when you turned around to help the poor man.

You had never planned to become a pirate, but when you were abandoned and the crew seemed to find you right when you needed them most, you couldn’t help but accept the offer.

When things like this would happen, you almost regretted your decision. Although you had been in these situations before, it had never been this brutal. You mourned the men you had lost so far, but you feared the amount of men lost in this raid would be double the amount you had in your entire life on this ship.

You tried to keep yourself focused on the task at hand, keeping your captain alive. Hongjoong had always told you that we lived in a cruel world, and the most important thing was always going to be to save yourself. That might’ve been the reason for him silently fighting you when you tried to dress his deep wounds.

He couldn’t even utter a word, but his eyes said it all. Save yourself, or you will get us both killed.

But you ignored him, and kept trying to stop his bleeding, wincing when you felt your own wound sting.

You managed to somewhat stop the bleeding, before dragging him to the safe room. He wasn’t heavy, but with your current injuries, pulling his body felt like the hardest mission you had ever encountered.

You were more than happy to find other people in the room, although they were all injured. Well, all except one. The one person everyone had to keep alive: the doctor.

Yunho ran up to you with his eyebrows furrowed, looking you up and down as you collapsed on the floor, leaning against the wall. You watched as someone else carefully picked up Hongjoong, bringing him to safety.

”Are you crazy?” Yunho asked, grabbing your face harshly to get your attention. You looked down, but felt too tired to even apologize. You knew he was thankful, whether he would admit it or not. Everyone knew that Hongjoong was the most important person on this ship, and anyone would’ve gladly sacrificed you to keep him alive, they just didn’t want to admit it.

You watched as Yunho used his medical tools, your vision slowly getting darker as you leaned your head against the wall, that almost seemed like a soft pillow right now.

”Hey!” Yunho suddenly slapped you lightly on your cheek. ”You need to stay awake, you hear me!?” he said. You felt warm in your chest when you saw the worry in his eyes. It felt nice to know that someone wanted to keep you alive.

You slowly nodded at his earlier question. ”You’ve lost a lot of blood,” Yunho said, probably just talking to keep you from falling asleep. ”Listen, you have to stay strong.”

You listened to him as he took your hand in his. ”They’re still lurking around here, and we have to make sure that we can go up against them,” he informed.

Right, you thought. The only reason he’s keeping you alive is so you can fight, so you can keep everyone safe, keep Hongjoong safe. You frowned, but the moment was interrupted by the sound of a harsh bang on the door.

The room froze, everyone’s eyes flying towards the door. You saw the large axe that had managed to get through the thick door, and it was like you knew. You knew that this was it, you were going to die.

You were all going to die.

You felt Yunho’s arms pick you up, making you wince quietly in pain as you were reminded of the big wound on your leg. Another bang was heard, this time with the sound of loud male voices.

There were more of them now. You desperately wanted to stay strong, but you couldn’t even stop your eyes from watering in fear when you heard the third and last bang before the door fell to the floor.

You watched the countless armed men fill the room, slaughtering the already weak people. Yunho quickly put you on your feet again, but you could barely even stand. You watched in panic as Yunho did what you should’ve probably expected him to.

He went to Hongjoong.

You couldn’t help but feel an ounce of betrayal. Yunho had been the first person you ever really made friends with on this ship, so seeing him so effortlessly pick Hongjoong over you, it hurt.

You grabbed your knife, fiercly trying to get through the crowd of people, but it was terrifying. You heard the most gut wrenching screams from your crew members, saw blood splattering out of another pirate’s chest as you stabbed him without mercy.

But you never stopped moving. You never stopped moving until you saw an opening. You decided that this was going to be the time when you really took Hongjoong’s advice, so you saved yourself.

You ran out on deck, even as your wound reopened and you screamed louder than ever before, you knew what you had to do.

Sure, the water would be cold, sure, you would leave your entire crew when you might’ve been able to fight more for them, but you didn’t care. You simply saved yourself.

And if you were going to die - which it felt like when the ice-cold water met your skin and its salt seeped into your wound - you were at least going to die here, not by some ruthless pirate stabbing you to death.

You swam and swam, but noticed that you hadn’t even gotten very far. You felt your legs starting to give out, your head getting foggier and foggier for every second, until your body finally started sinking down.

You didn’t fight it, you didn’t scream. You let yourself succumb to the sweetness of death, and right before the darkness came, you heard the sound of a beautiful song, almost hypnotic. You were satisfied that the last thing you would hear before you finally died would be this angelic voice, soft enough to finally allow you to let go of the tiny bit of hope that you had tried so hard to hold on to.

˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡°

The moment he laid his eyes on your face, he knew you were the perfect prey. As you finally stopped resisting him, finally accepting your fate, he knew you were going to be perfect.

His turquoise fins shimmered in the moonlight, enough to make any sailor turn his head.

He watched as your chest slowly rose and fell, smiling at the fact that his magic had worked, even when he feared it was too late. His fingers traced your lips - that were starting to turn blue from the immense cold - and he made sure his long fingernails didn’t graze your fragile skin.

In the long hours of silently observing you, Seonghwa thought to himself that he had learned so much about you from simply looking at your sleeping form.

The harsh skin of your palms, slightly burned from having handled rope on the ship, the dangling jewelry hanging from your pierced ears, and the thing that made him whimper in worry: a large wound on your thigh, so filthy and deep that it made him wince.

He knew his healing could work to some extent, but he wasn’t sure he would be able to handle this. But that’s what he spent the rest of your unconscious hours on. Trying to heal you completely.

He used his precious saliva to clean your wound carefully, its powers slowly healing the injury. He continued his sweet singing, keeping you lulled in a peaceful sleep.

But now that he had healed you best to his abilities, he just lay there next to you in his small cave, watching you peacefully rest.

As much as he adored watching you, he couldn’t help but feel worried. Why weren’t you waking up? Hadn’t his magic worked properly?

He tried shaking you, tickling you, pinching you, and his favorite method - kissing you awake. But none of it seemed to work.

To Seonghwa, it felt as if several days had passed since he found you by the ship, but in reality, it might’ve not been more than one.

Due to his concerns, he always stayed by your side, dipping into the water ever so often to hydrate his fins, but soon returned to slowly run his long nails through your wet and salty hair, watching your expression closely, begging for you to wake up.

˚⋆𓇼˚⊹ 𖦹 ⁺｡°

You acknowledged the fact that you were aware, that you were still feeling things, experiencing things. And although you would’ve been ecstatic about it at any other given moment, considering you were sure you had died, you couldn’t help but feel tired.

Hadn’t you accepted the fact that you were dead? You felt as if you had welcomed death with open arms when you felt the sharp pain of the water entering your lungs, so why were you still here.

You couldn’t see, you couldn’t hear, but you could think. You tried to sense your surroundings, but your mind seemed to have left your body.

You paused mentally. Was this the true nature of death? Was there really an afterlife? Had all of those sayings about souls been real?

Your mind felt like it spun around, the confusion growing inside of you. That was, until you heard a sound.

It was that beautiful sound that you had heard right before you lost consciousness. That voice, as if the notes it sang were engraved in silver.

You heard the sweet humming, making your head feel fuzzy. Why were you so drawn to it? Why was it so desperately trying to pull you out of your slumber?

The second time you were aware, you felt a new sensation enter your system. You tried to squirm, but then remembered that you couldn’t control your body - did you even have one anymore? Were these all just hallucinations? Or was the sensation of cold lips exploring your neck real?

For every time you regained consciousness, the sensations grew stronger. You could hear sounds clearly, feel the outline of a hand against your skin, but you couldn’t move to touch it.

Until one time, when you could.

Your eyes opened, and it was as if all the senses you had missed out on, now came crashing down on you. You felt the sharp pain in your thigh as you moved, felt the gnawing hunger in your stomach, and the cold air hitting your wet skin.

The creature in front of you seemed to notice your discomfort, even though you couldn’t utter a word. He quickly ran his tongue up and down your neck, clicking and humming lowly as you squirmed around in his hold.

Your eyes traveled down, and widened in fear as they did so. The wound on your leg was barely visible anymore, and the most shocking thing of all, was the blue and green glowing light radiating off of the man in front of you. Off of his fins.

You found the energy to move away from him, your arms slowly scooting you towards the cave wall. You watched as his face contorted into a large frown, his body inching closer towards you right away.

You retreated your head from his hands as he tried to hold you, but did it to no avail. His hands grabbed your face, and you shrieked when you felt the large nails against your skin, but he only whined as you shook your head.

”No,” he said, and you could tell this wasn’t his mother’s tongue. Your eyes clenched shut in fear when his face inched closer to yours, and you didn’t know what you had expected, but it wasn’t this.

You felt his mouth against yours, his long tongue entering your mouth without your permission, but even when you wanted to hate it, the feeling of his tongue in your mouth, the sound of the peaceful humming as he licked and kissed, it made you relax.

His lips traveled down your neck, his tongue slightly warming you up in the shivering state you were in, as he continued singing. You felt your eyes rolling back into your skull, and noticed how you weren’t fighting back anymore.

The only thing you could do was stare at his beauty as he continued running his hands up and down your cold legs, his eyes looking deep into yours.

”My human,” he smiled in between his hums, his head traveling lower down your body until he was slowly kissing your stomach.

He lifted the fabric of your blouse that hadn’t fully dried yet due to the humidity of the air in the cave you were in. You closed your eyes when he slowly started unbuttoning your shorts, his voice feeling like silk in your ears. The part of you that so desperately wanted to fight back wasn’t even there anymore. You could only feel the bliss and relaxation of the moment, but you couldn’t understand why.

Your eyes opened again when you felt your shorts slowly sliding off of your body. You would’ve winced at the feelings of his sharp nails grazing your thighs, but you didn’t. It was like almost everything that you would react strongly to otherwise, you now didn’t mind at all.

Hence the reason for your drawn out moan when the creature slowly spread your thighs apart, looking in between your legs with lustful and hungry eyes.

You blinked when he stopped singing, and even after only a second had passed, you already missed the feeling of his voice in your ears. You watched in anticipation as he slowly trailed kisses up your thighs, sucking slightly and making you shiver with excitement.

”So beautiful,” you heard him say, but you felt as if you weren’t fully conscious anymore. It was the same feeling that you had right before you had woken up, when you could almost grasp everything that was going on, but not really.

You almost felt as if you were going to pass out before your breath caught in your throat, making you avert your attention towards the man in between your legs.

You moaned when you felt his long tongue exploring you, the softness and coolness of it foreign to you. It was almost overwhelming when his tongue entered your hole, making your head shoot up in shock.

He immediately took your hand in his, interlocking your fingers with his, making you gasp at the feelings of his webbed fingers and long nails against your human hands.

His tongue curled inside of you, exploring your insides as he lewdly slurped up your juices. You exhaled deeply when he retreated his tongue, your grip on his hand loosening, only to harden again when the long muscle found your clit.

You felt your legs unconsciously spreading wider for him, giving him more access to where he wanted to lick and suck. He licked a long stipe up your pussy before retreating his head with a satisfied sigh.

You looked at his parted lips, wet and plump, and felt your desperation grow. ”Please,” you whined out, slightly raising your hips towards his face.

He smiled in surprise, but obeyed your wish with a small hum. You almost cried out when you felt him against you once again, working quick and skillful patterns against you, like nothing you had ever experienced before.

You slowly felt your climax starting to build inside of you, your thighs starting to clench around his head, when you suddenly felt a realization hit you.

Who was he?

You looked down at his eyes - that were rolled back in bliss - and thought of his identity. You thought of how you ended up here, the scar on your thigh. How did you get that?

And suddenly, everything came back to you.

You immediately let go of his hand and crawled away from him as you realized the situation. You didn’t know him, and you never wanted any of this.

You saw the anger in his eyes as you backed into a wall, making yourself smaller by hugging your knees to your chest. But beyond that anger was also a strong worry. You saw the way his eyebrows furrowed as you backed away, and now, you saw the way he slowly made his way towards you.

”What are you doing to me?” you asked, your heartbeat pounding faster as you recalled everything that had happened, and the way you hadn’t even tried to stop any of it.

”Shhh,” you heard, but you just flinched when he tried to reach out for you with his hand. ”No,” he said, like a mother denying a child something.

You kept backing away, until you realized that you had nowhere to go. This small cave was only connected to the water, and with your current state, you probably couldn’t even swim a few feet.

You froze when you heard a sound in your ears again. It was that song again, the one you knew you had heard before, but couldn’t understand when or where. Your head snapped towards him as he looked at you with glowing eyes, his mouth open as he sang those beautiful notes.

It was such a strong pull, such a beautiful melody, that your body slowly seemed to give in to it once again. And although you realized that this was what kept you from denying his touches, from trying to escape, you were way too far gone to do anything about that.

You slowly let him pull you to the cave’s edge, his body submerging into the water. You watched as he spread your legs, your calves dangling off the edge and into the cold water.

This time, when he dove back in between your legs, he never stopped humming his song. You were reminded of how close you had gotten before he stopped, and felt your excitement build up quickly once more.

His hums sent vibrations up your body, making you grip his hair desperately. His nails slightly dug into your waist, making you moan as pain mixed with pleasure. You watched as his tail splashed into the water slightly, moving quicker the closer you got.

”Give in, human,” he said before continuing to flick your clit, making you throw your head back. And those words were what made you let go completely, and come undone in his arms.

You heard your own moans and his singing echo in the walls of the cave, and when he slowly pulled you up to lay down on the stone, you had long forgotten the worries in your mind.

Yunho and Hongjoong didn’t cross your mind - the fact that you were being emotionally manipulated by an unknown creature with beautiful fins and hypnotizing eyes didn’t bother you. Of course, that was no coincidence.

Seonghwa had to make sure he was the only thing on your mind when you finally fell asleep to his sweet lullaby once again. And when he slowly cradled you in his arms, tenderly brushing your hair out of your face, he knew he had to keep it that way forever.

You weren’t going to let him ruin your life anymore. How could you have let him do this over and over again? Maybe it was his voice as he begged you to stay, his eyes that you could still remember falling in love with, the threats, the fear that you wouldn’t have anyone left.

You grabbed his arms, pulling him away from your body. ”I can’t do this anymore Wooyoung,” you closed your eyes, inching closer to the door. You didn’t have to look at him to understand what facial expression he was making.

That expression, betrayal and anger mixed with regret and sadness. You knew it so well by now. ”Baby,” he cried, getting on all fours in front of you, slowly crawling towards you. Breaking up with him, or trying to break up with him, might’ve not been the smartest move from your part.

You had been close to doing it before, but right when you were about to tell him the news, the fear and guilt always stopped you. But today, you decided that you had had enough, after the antics from the night before.

”What?” you asked, looking Wooyoung dead in the eye after hearing the unbelievable words come out of his mouth. You watched as Wooyoung walked over to the bed, his expression unreadable, but weirdly terrifying.

”I know you, baby,” Wooyoung smiled, crawling on top of you on the bed. ”And I know what’s good for you.”

Your mouth opened in shock as you tried to sit up, avoiding Wooyoung to your best abilities. ”Why would it be good for me to quit my job?”

His smile dropped. ”I make enough money for the both of us!” Wooyoung argued. ”You can just…” he scooted closer, hands tracing up your arm. ”Stay here, with me.”

The night that resulted in a screaming match, which then resulted in Wooyoung holding you down as you tried to escape from his menacing words and tactics that you had learned to recognize as manipulative.

And right now, he tried to do the exact same thing again, that sickly sweet tone that you just hated, those words that you couldn’t identify as true or false.

”You don’t know what you want,” Wooyoung said in what sounded like a growl. You turned around, reaching for the door handle before Wooyoung yelled loudly, making you flinch violently - which seemed to give Wooyoung enough time to grab your arms and hold you against his chest.

“No!” you protested, squirming in his arms. His hold only tightened for every second, as he pulled you back into the apartment. You felt the fight in you slowly die out as he held you against the wall, your head pushing against it.

“Shh, my darling,” Wooyoung said into your ear as a tear ran down your cheek. You felt his lips on your neck as he tried to silently comfort you. “It’s all going to be okay…”

You sobbed quietly when it all came crashing down on you as his lips continued kissing your neck. You were never going to leave, because you were starting to doubt if you could even make it without him in your life.

“Let’s go to the bedroom,” Wooyoung smiled, and you didn’t fight him when he slowly led you to the bedroom. His hands on you were gentle, but you knew that if you even showed an ounce of reliance, that grip would become so harsh that it would bruise.

But then, you saw the door in the corner of your eye, and noticed the way his grip faltered even more, giving you just enough space to slip out of his hands, so you darted towards the door.

Maybe you weren’t thinking consequentially, and maybe your desperation made that impossible, but you kept running, and tried to escape - even when you knew that it would be impossible to get further than the door.

You screamed when Wooyoung’s hand harshly gripped your hair. “You really are stupid, aren’t you?” Wooyoung breathed heavily into your ear, pulling you towards the bedroom, one hand pulling you by your hair and the by other your arm.

The next few moments almost felt like a daze. You couldn’t react quickly enough to stop it, so it was as if it all just passed by.

One second you were thrown on the bed, the next your clothes were being ripped off of your body. Your mind was clouded with fear of what would go down, when harsh ropes tied around your ankles and wrists. You heard your own sobs, and the fact that Wooyoung stayed completely silent made it all even scarier.

You watched as he quickly walked around the room, clearly searching for something, and you didn’t even want to guess what it would be until you could figure it out. You saw as he unlocked the cabinet where he kept all of his drugs, the ones he loved to use on you when you were disobedient.

You shivered as you felt the cold air against your skin, only being in your underwear at this point. But part of you was sure that that wasn’t the reason why you were shaking so much.

“Come on, drink,” Wooyoung instructed with a breathy voice, holding a glass of water mixed with some unknown drug to your lips. He never told you what he gave you, but you just hoped that this dose wasn’t too strong.

You sniffled, trying to catch your breath as he slowly started tilting the glass. You slowly let the liquid enter your mouth as Wooyoung softly held your chin, his gentle touch contradicting his furious expression.

“There you go,” he praised as you swallowed the last of the liquid. Wooyoung sighed as he looked at your scared expression. He leaned in until his face was only an inch away from yours. “Why do you always make me do this?” he shook his head. Your eyes widened slightly, tears continuing to flow out of them.

“Wouldn’t it all be so much easier if you just gave in?” he whispered. “Think about how it could be,” Wooyoung smiled, his dreamy eyes twinkling at his own thoughts.

“Just you and me, together.” You closed your eyes at the familiar words. “I won’t have to do this to you, we won’t have to fight anymore.” Wooyoung’s lips slowly explored your face, kissing your tears away and slowly inching closer to your mouth.

“Getting tired baby?” he giggled, smiling as he kissed you. Your eyes slowly rolled back into your head, the drugs starting to make their way into your system. The moments blurred together, but out of all the words he said, you could hear a distinct sentence.

“I’ll go send your boss that resignation letter.” The last thing your mind picked up on was Wooyoung exiting the room, leaving you cold and miserable in your lonesomeness, the drugs running through your veins, giving you an odd sense of comfort. As much as you hated the thought of it, escaping reality felt like the best possible outcome in this situation.

⊹₊｡ꕤ˚₊⊹

Your head started throbbing the second you regained consciousness, your eyes clenching shut in pain as you noticed the uncomfortable position you were in.

”Waking up baby?” you heard a voice say, making your eyes shot open. You struggled to orient yourself in the dimly lit room you were in. ”There you are,” he purred, gently holding your face in his trembling hands.

Wooyoung must’ve noticed your confusion by the way your eyes searched the room frantically. ”We’re in the closet,” Wooyoung smiled, rather gently - almost shyly - considering what he had done.

”What’s going on?” you asked, tugging at the ropes that still wrapped around your ankles and wrists. Wooyoung let out a small giggle, admiring your troubled expression with amusement.

”I decided to take matters into my own hands,” he explained, still not making any sense to your brain which was still not completely free of the drugs. ”Now you can’t leave me baby.”

You mentally prepared yourself for the lines of nonsense about to come out of his mouth. ”If you won’t stay here willingly, then I’ll have to do this to you.” You wanted to laugh at the faux sadness in his face. ”Okay?”

You thrashed around once again, pulling at the ropes and letting out frustrated huffs and grunts. You felt your headache only getting worse, as Wooyoung laughed at the show you were putting on for him. You knew he thought you were stupid - too stupid to make your own decisions, using his words - and part of you was starting to agree.

What smart person would try to break up with someone like him, knowing the consequences it would cause? What smart person would keep fighting, even when their hope is long gone?

But those thoughts did nothing to comfort you. You might’ve been stupid, but giving up seemed like the only other option.

”I tied those really tight,” Wooyoung pouted. You shot him an angry glance. ”But keep trying for all I care! It’s always cute to see the hope leave your eyes.”

You wanted to hit him, scream at him, tell him how much you hated him, so why didn’t you? Why did you let him laugh at you as you finally stopped struggling? Why did you let him wipe your tears with his soft hands, let him kiss you, let him keep you here forever?

Why didn’t you protest when he left the room and locked the door behind him? Why did you almost feel happy when he returned with some food a few hours later? Why did you love him? How could anyone love a monster who kept you tied up in a small room, with no one but himself to keep you company?

Maybe he was right, maybe you were too stupid for your own good.

Working as a waitress wasn’t something you had anything against, but it wasn’t something you particularly enjoyed either. You knew you didn’t have to take these extra hours, but when your boss asked you - and he made sure to really emphasize how well payed you’d get - you couldn’t say no.

So here you were, at nine p.m, running around in the restaurant. This job wasn’t the greatest, salary wise and enjoyment wise, but it did pay the rent. The thought had crossed your mind: was it really worth it when you were practically living at Seonghwa’s place? But you didn’t want to settle and move in with him just yet, now that you had fought so hard to get your apartment.

And, you still couldn’t shake the feeling that you were intruding. That you came into their perfect life and gave them another mouth to feed. You shook your head, continuing to wipe the table before moving on to the next one.

Finally, after all of these stressful hours, the guests were starting to leave for the night.

”Good going Y/n!” you heard one of your coworkers cheer silently as he walked past you. You smiled at him, even though your cheeks almost hurt from having done so all night.

You glanced at the clock on the wall, and to your surprise, you only had twenty minutes left of your shift. You hummed a tune as you continued cleaning the tables, imagining the bliss of getting to finally lie down and rest for a bit when you eventually got home.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You closed the door to Seonghwa’s house with a sigh. You hadn’t really realized how tired you really were until you felt like you were about to fall asleep on the short drive to their place.

The sound of some movie playing on the TV filled your ears, and as you took off your shoes, you realized how silent it was.

It was usually buzzing with sounds at this time. At least three of them always seemed to be in the living room, chatting or eating dinner because of working a late shift. That’s why you were so shocked when you entered the living room.

You almost melted when you saw Yunho, cuddled up in the couch, watching a movie by himself. ”Hey,” you smiled, throwing your bag at a chair. He raised his eyebrows with a smile. ”Y/n? I didn’t know you were coming!” he said as he opened his arms, inviting you to join him.

“I’m not planning on staying very long, just gonna get some of my stuff for the trip,” you explained, slowly dragging yourself to the couch.

It wasn’t odd for the two of you to watch movies with one another, cuddle or just simply spend time together. That’s why you didn’t hesitate to throw yourself into his arms on the couch. He was on his back, and you faced him on your side, one of your legs thrown over his.

You sighed in satisfaction at the feeling of the soft couch under your tired body paired with the warm blanket being thrown over you and Yunho’s bodies. Yunho let out a laugh as you buried your head in his neck.

“Tired?” he asked. You groaned at the question, cuddling closer to him, perhaps closer than you usually would. But it was as if an invisible line had been crossed that night when you kissed him.

Although you felt as if you could be more intimate with him, you still couldn’t help but gasp when one of his hands snaked up the back of your shirt, his slender fingers running up and down your back.

Yunho smirked as you suddenly seemed full of energy, your breath quickening. “Hm? Did I catch you off guard?” he whispered into your ear, too sensually for you to not feel a tingle in your stomach. “I’m a man of my words.”

You suddenly felt bold, and decided to treat his action as a challenge. You let your face bury itself deeper into his neck, until your lips almost touched his soft skin. You breathed on his neck, making him shiver, before you finally started kissing it.

You didn’t miss the way his hand stopped tracing your bare back as he felt your lips on him. You smiled victoriously, but forgot that he was just as competitive as you.

You sucked in a breath when his hand instead moved to your front, still touching under your shirt. You almost stopped breathing when his hand almost reached your bra, but stopped right there.

“Oh~” you sang, understanding that he was too, willing to take things further. That’s when you decided to move your knee ever so slightly, dangerously close to where you knew he wanted it to touch. And right when he thought that you were using his tactics of teasing, you made him almost whimper in shock when your thigh brushed up against his erection.

“Hmm,” you smiled, feeling his hardness through his sweatpants. You raised your head from the crook of his neck to see his face, and he was also wearing a grin, slightly parted lips and eyes that told you everything you needed to know.

Distracted by his beautiful face, you missed when his hand slowly started traveling further down, until you felt his fingers against the hem of your panties. Your eyes widened, but soon, you let his action motivate your next one.

You looked into his eyes as your hand traced the outline of his cock outside of his pants, making his hips involuntarily thrust upward slightly.

“Ahhh, Yunho?” you heard a voice whine, entering the kitchen. You immediately retracted your hand, laying on your back next to him as the person kept talking. “Have you finished packing?” you heard, and you realized that it was Yeosang.

“Hmm, yeah I’m about done,” Yunho answered, keeping his eyes on your wide and slightly panicked ones. Why were they panicked? Well, Yunho’s hand hadn’t stopped moving just because you got company.

You closed your legs around his hand, attempting to make his hand stop moving, but he didn’t budge.

“Oh, Y/n, you’re here too?” Yeosang said as he entered your field of view. You smiled, and just as you were about to answer him, Yunho’s hand reached the place your body had begged him to.

You cleared your throat, trying to cover up the sound that escaped you as you felt his hand on your heat, exploring you.

“Uh— I, yeah! I’m here!” you said, making Yeosang tilt his head in confusion. “Um, yeah,” he smiled. You begged he didn’t notice when your hand moved under the blanket, laying itself on Yunho’s as a weak attempt to get him to stop moving his fingers.

But you didn’t really want him to stop, because the feeling of his slick fingers circling your clit in an almost hypnotic motion, it was irresistible.

“Are you sleeping over?” Yeosang asked, starting to go back to the kitchen, opening the fridge. You thanked god that he left. “No, I’m just getting some stuff for the trip!”

You tried to keep your words few, because holding back from making a sound was harder than you’d like to admit.

“Is ‘stuff’ Yunho?” Yeosang laughed, and you faked one. Honestly, you just begged him to go already, and save you from this humiliation. “I guess I couldn’t resist his cuddles,” you said through gritted teeth, looking at Yunho’s fake innocent face.

“Alright, have a good night! I’m going to bed now!” Yeosang said. You mentally sighed in relief. “Okay, see you later!” Yunho said, smiling at you.

“What on earth do you think you’re—“ You were about to start cussing him out when one of his fingers entered your hole, making you gasp. “Better keep quiet,” Yunho said, curling his finger deep inside of you. “Never know when someone’s gonna show up.”

You tried to look angry, but you couldn’t even manage that. The pleasure of his skilled fingers pumping into you while rubbing your clit made your face contort in pleasure. “There you go,” Yunho whispered, face coming closer to yours.

You couldn’t hold back, and honestly, you didn’t care too much, so you grabbed his face, kissing him desperately as he added another finger inside of you. The size of his fingers made you fantasize. How big was he? Sure, you felt that he was big when you touched him outside of his pants, but how would he feel inside of you? How much would he stretch your insides? Would he go fast? Rough? Slow? Passionate?

You hungrily let your tongue enter his mouth, feeling yourself coming closer to orgasm as his pace quickened.

Yunho broke the kiss, his half-lidded eyes dripping with lust. “That’s it,” he said, watching as you - as silently as possible - got closer to the edge. “Give in.”

You wanted to wipe that smug smirk off of his face when you finally came, clenching around his fingers and covering your mouth in an attempt to muffle the sounds that left you.

You watched as he withdrew his hand, his digits entering his own mouth. He sucked them seductively, making you imagine what his mouth was capable of. He did this on purpose, you were sure of it.

“Let me,” you impatiently wanted to repay the favor, but he stopped your hands. “You had some “stuff” to get, didn’t you?” he smiled, getting off of the couch. “I’m sure you’ll want to come home at a reasonable time, considering you probably haven’t even started packing,” he smirked.

You watched with your jaw dropped slightly as he walked up the stairs, waving you with a grin.

“Good night, Y/n.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You tiredly threw the clothes into your bag, still feeling flushed, even though it happened an hour ago. When you had entered Seonghwa’s room, he’d asked you why you were so red, and why you looked so disheveled, and you simply shook your head. Luckily for you, he bought the ”tired” excuse, and you could retrieve your things and go home without having to discuss the night’s events.

That night when you went to sleep in your small bed in your apartment, two thoughts dominated your brain.

One: how excited you were for the trip tomorrow, and two: how you were going to get back on Jeong Yunho.

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”You okay there?” Hongjoong waved in front of your distracted eyes. ”Oh, yeah sure!” you smiled brightly, trying your best to make it look natural.

You told Hongjoong a white lie about having to go get some makeup-remover, just so you could be by yourself for a bit, and also flee from the situation that you feared would occur.

You hadn’t seen Minjun ever since that night. That night when you finally confronted him about the cheating.

You could still envision it so vividly, his collection of lies and threats when you told him what you had seen, read, heard. Seeing him now, seeing that his life seemed so unaffected by it, that was what made it so hard.

You looked at the time - you didn’t want to make Hongjoong suspicious by being away for too long - and you figured you had to go back now.

For every step you took, you looked around, making sure you wouldn’t bump into him. You didn’t care about that asshole, so why did you feel such a strong need to prove yourself to him? Prove that you were fine? That what had happened hadn’t affected you either?

No sane person would be unaffected by a year-long relationship ending like that, so why did you crave him to have that idea of you?

”Do we have everything?” you asked Hongjoong after the longer-than-usual walk back to him. You prayed he didn’t notice when you still looked over your shoulder every now and then.

”Yeah, I think that’s it!” Hongjoong smiled before the two of you started making your way to the cashiers.

These little trips to the grocery store that you sometimes accompanied Hongjoong on were some of the few times you actually spend one-on-one time with him.

You knew how much he meant to Seonghwa, so therefore he meant a lot to you too, before you had even met him.

You helped Hongjoong load the groceries, hearing him mutter something about how expensive everything was nowadays. You laughed at his frown, finding his little annoyed face adorable.

Everything felt fine, until you suddenly felt a big hand meet your shoulder. Your eyes widened, and your smile dropped before you could even turn around, because you knew that touch.

You had seen him approach in the corner of your eye, but you just kept your back turned, praying that he wouldn’t see you.

”Y/n? Is that really you?” you heard his voice say. You took a deep breath before turning around.

”Minjun? Wow, it’s been a while hasn’t it?” you said with that smile that you often used at work, that customer-service smile that everyone seemed to fall for. Minjun wasn’t exactly smart, so you doubted that he’d notice.

”Wow, it really has!” he said before doing what made you instantly stiffen. You hated the familiarity in his grip as he wrapped his arms around you.

”And you are?” Hongjoong asked from behind you, having just loaded the last of the things.

Minjun finally backed off, raising his eyebrows at Hongjoong with a smile. ”Haven’t told your new boyfriend about me? Wow I’m hurt,” he said, grabbing his chest and frowning. You were about to try and laugh it off before making some excuse about being in a hurry or something, but Hongjoong beat you to it.

”Sorry, but would you mind leaving? There’s a line behind you, and I don’t think they appreciate you standing in their way.”

You could hear that Hongjoong was pissed off, but he - like you - also had a big, fake smile on his face. You endured the last seconds of Minjun’s company in discomfort as he unfortunately felt the need to hug you again, and make some snarky remark about your new boyfriend being ’cute and tiny’.

You and Hongjoong stayed silent as you walked to the car, and the second you heard the rumble of the engine, you took a deep breath. You knew you had to say something, give him an explanation, maybe just an excuse.

”Who’s he?” Hongjoong asked, tone stiff. He was clearly annoyed. ”He’s my ex.”

You looked down into your lap, your hands fidgeting with the hem of your knitted sweater. ”How are you feeling?” he asked, and you looked at him in confusion. You had expected him to interrogate you, ask you when you dated, for how long, how and why things ended, why you would ever date such a guy, and so on. But no. He just asked you how you felt.

”Well, honestly…” you started after a pause. ”Seeing him really hurt.”

Hongjoong hummed, encouraging you to continue. ”I thought I’d be over it, but honestly, it was worse than ever today.”

You watched the road as Hongjoong took a different route, the one that took 20 minutes, instead of just 10. ”Go on,” Hongjoong said as you paused.

You sighed. ”Please, I don’t want to burden you with my past relationships. I don’t even talk to Seonghwa about this—” you tried, but Hongjoong shook his head with determination. ”You won’t burden me one bit, Y/n. All I want is for you to feel safe, feel comfortable.”

You smiled at those words before thinking of where to start.

”…I first met Minjun when we were just eighteen.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You exhaled deeply when Hongjoong pulled up to the driveway. The little detour you took turned out to be an even longer one than expected, but you couldn’t complain one bit. You had told Hongjoong about your past relationship, how worried you felt that the same thing would happen again, how you doubted yourself, how you wondered if it had all been your fault.

Hongjoong listened as you rambled on, and you were so thankful that he didn’t judge you, that he didn’t call your worries immature or irrational.

When you were about to get home, Hongjoong said something that seemed to be exactly what you wanted to hear.

”You really are amazing, Y/n,” he said softly. You blinked in confusion at the unexpected comment. ”I don’t think you understand how admirable you are, and how much you really mean to all of us,” Hongjoong continued.

You were at a loss for words. ”And hearing that you’ve managed to handle all of this - all of us - even when you’ve been through these things, it shows how strong you are.”

”Hongjoong, you don’t have to say this just because—”, ”No, listen. I mean every single word I say. We all trust you, and you need to credit yourself for how well you’ve responded to our relationship.”

His words echoed in your brain as you entered the house, the only thing being able to break you out of the trance-like state you were in being San who rushed into the hallway as you entered.

He immediately took the two bags from your hands, rushing to put them away, before he returned to wrap you in his strong arms.

You giggled as he lifted you up and spun you around in his arms. ”Welcome home,” he smiled into your neck. Hongjoong eyed the two of you with a smile. Aside from your dating history, you had told Hongjoong about the previous night as well. 
Although you sometimes wondered if the others would be uncomfortable with such information, Hongjoong managed to assure you that that wasn’t the case. He made sure to express how happy he was about it, and how you didn’t have to feel ashamed over anything.

He gave you a knowing glance when San was hugging him, making you blush. You hadn’t intended to tell him the details, but he seemed to be able to draw it out of you.

It was one of those sundays that were meant for doing absolutely nothing, that or grocery shopping with Hongjoong, or helping Seonghwa clean, like you were right now.

In the morning, Seonghwa had left to go shopping for something (you couldn’t remember what it was) so he left you a little note, saying that he didn’t want to wake you up and that he would be home by three.

Hence the reason you hadn’t been able to update him about the previous night’s events yet.

You shyly brought it up while folding some laundry, and his eyes widened dramatically when you finally told him that you had managed to kiss both Yunho and San.

”Really? They didn’t pressure you to do it though, right?” he asked worriedly. You laughed, shaking your head. ”Of course not,” you reassured, making him breathe out in relief.

”But, I really don’t want to step on anyone’s toes, and I don’t want to make you uncomfortable in any way, so…” you rambled on, looking down at the floor. ”Are you sure this is okay? I thought that- maybe I should’ve asked you—” you got quieter for each word, feeling self conscious all of a sudden.

”Hey, listen to me,” Seonghwa said, hands meeting the sides of your cheeks to make you look at him. ”I meant what I said when I said that I’m completely comfortable with it, hell, I’d even say that I’ll encourage it, but of course, I don’t want you to do something that you don’t want to,” he explained.

You looked into his dark eyes, and you felt how genuine they were. You felt reassured, and you realized that these worries hadn’t been so present yesterday night, or even this morning. Maybe seeing Minjun again planted this seed, this seed of uncertainty and insecurity. You knew deep down that Seonghwa would tell you if he wasn’t okay with it, you knew that you wouldn’t be held in the dark, but the fear still stayed there, constantly existing in the back of your head.

”I saw Minjun today,” you suddenly blurted out. You needed to say it, just to get it off of your chest. Seonghwa’s face dropped.

Sure, he didn’t know all of the details of your relationship, but he knew enough to know that it was a sensitive subject to you.

”Oh my god,” he said, caressing your face. You took a deep breath. ”It felt horrible to see him. It felt like everything came crashing back down on me again.”

Seonghwa listened, sitting down on the bed next to the large piles of laundry (you didn’t know why Seonghwa insisted that you two always do everyone’s laundry).

”But then, I talked to Hongjoong about it. I told him exactly what was on my mind when I saw him, exactly how the whole situation affected me, and now—” you smiled. ”Now I’m sure I’ll be fine.”

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You sat back in your chair, putting your hands on your stomach. ”I’m stuffed,” you said, looking at the plate that you had somehow managed to empty of food.

Wooyoung looked at you with a proud smile, him being the one who cooked the meal.

Yunho sat at his usual spot, in between you and Jongho. Seeing him after last night, you almost expected him to be shy or embarrassed, judging from how shy he seemed when you kissed him. But as you met him in the dining room, you saw a big smirk on his face. The hug he gave you was longer than usual, and you couldn’t help but squeak when you felt his big hands tighten around your waist, fingers digging into your flesh ever so slightly.

It seemed you were the shy one, feeling flushed when he whispered in your ear. ”I’ll get you back for catching me off guard like that.”

”Alright,” Hongjoong caught everyones attention. ”We need to discuss the trip next weekend.”

Oh right, you thought. You had almost forgotten about their seasonal trip to their cabin in the woods.

You straightened your posture, listening to Yunho who spoke up. ”Everyone’s coming, right?” he asked, looking around. His gaze stopped on you, making you look away.

”We don’t know that,” Hongjoong said, looking at you with a raised eyebrow. ”Y/n hasn’t said if she’s coming yet.”

You suddenly felt everyone’s eyes on you, anticipating your answer. ”Oh, me?” you said, voice a little higher than normal.

”Of course you’re coming! It’s a tradition!” Wooyoung said, making you bite your lip in thought. ”Hmm… I don’t know,” you said, looking down. ”I don’t want to impose or anything. I know this is your thing…”

”You’re not imposing,” Seonghwa said. ”You’re a part of us now, and I’d really like you to come,” Seonghwa looked at you with his soft eyes, his hand finding yours and rubbing the back of it with his thumb.

”Yeah! It wouldn’t be the same without you!” Mingi said, his smile wide, already making you feel better.

You heard hums of agreement around the table. ”Well,” you started, taking a deep breath. ”I mean… If you’re all sure it’s okay.”

”It’s more than okay,” Yunho said, catching your attention. ”We’ll have so much fun! And trust me, you won’t want to miss seeing Mingi attempt to fish,” he said in a very audible whisper, glancing at Mingi with a playful smile.

”Hey! I’m a great fisherman!” Mingi protested, making you giggle.

”Alright,” you finally said, but felt the need to check one more time. ”But are you guys sure it’s okay? It’s fine if it’s not—” you tried, not wanting to risk being a burden.

”Oh hush now,” Hongjoong said. ”We all really want you to come with us,” he said. It always felt good to hear it from him.

”Alright, I’ll come.” 
San and Wooyoung cheered loudly. ”This is going to be the best trip ever!” Wooyoung said.

As the others continued talking about the trip, you felt your sense of belonging only grew.

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It had been a week since the ’incident’, and even though you felt that the dynamics weren’t the same, you still felt comfortable. You had been so worried that people would give you dirty looks, or worse, give Wooyoung dirty looks, but everyone seemed more or less fine with the situation.

Well, almost everyone.

While San wasn’t completely silent like he was on that slightly humiliating breakfast, he was still acting differently. You had brought it up with Seonghwa on the car ride to their place.

”Yunho told me that San might be jealous,” you informed. Seonghwa took his eye off the road for a second to look at you with one eyebrow raised. He soon let out an airy laugh. ”He’s like that, yeah.”

You bit your lip, worried about the situation. ”He’s not mad at you, or anyone for that matter,” Seonghwa informed, letting go of the steering wheel to place a comforting hand on your knee. ”He’s just a little pouty, and I think it’s because he’s into you as well.”

You smiled at the thought, placing your hand on top of Seonghwa’s. ”Yeah, I hope that’s it.”

You had spoken to Seonghwa over the phone in the previous week, explaining that you were willing to continually ”expand” your relationship with them, and he was more than happy to hear about it.

”Okay! New teams!” Hongjoong clapped his hands. ”San, Mingi and Jongho, you’ll make a team,” Hongjoong informed. ”And then, me, Seonghwa and Yeosang.”

You heard a loud gasp from Wooyoung as he realized what team he would be in. ”And lastly, Wooyoung, Yunho and Y/n.”

You switched seats until you found yourself squeezed in between Yunho and Wooyoung. ”We’re so lucky to have you on our team,” you said to Yunho, who gave you a proud smile. ”Excuse me? You guys are lucky to have me on your team!” Wooyoung stole your attention, making you and Yunho burst into laughter. ”What!? Have you seen me play this game? I’m a total beast!” Wooyoung said, crossing his arms dramatically.

”Alright, alright! We’ll start!” Mingi decided, rolling the dice and grabbing everyone’s attention. The game went on, and honestly, if it weren’t for Wooyoung, and the ridiculous amount of times that he had played this game, your team wouldn’t have been so successful.

”Place it there,” Wooyoung said into your ear, his lips almost brushing its shell, making you shiver. San’s eyes followed your every move as you moved the piece, his gaze darkening every time Wooyoung’s hand brushed yours.

”You’re really good at this,” Wooyoung almost purred into your ear, making your cheeks warm. Yunho watched him mercilessly flirt with you with a smirk on his face.

”Oh come on,” you heard San groan, making both your and Wooyoung’s head to snap in his direction. ”She’s only doing well because you’re basically spoon-feeding her instructions,” he rolled his eyes, grabbing the dice.

You were quiet for a second, not sure what to make of his words. Thankfully, Wooyoung saved you from the awkward silence that occurred. ”Awww, you jealous Sannie?” he said with a pouty face.

San leaned back in his chair as Jongho made the team’s move. ”I’m not jealous, I’m simply stating facts.”

”If you’re not jealous, then why do you look like you’re about to hit someone?” This time, it was Yunho who was testing San’s limits, leaning closer with a big grin.

”I just don’t like it when people cheat,” San said. You almost laughed at his face. He had no idea how cute he looked when he was angry and pouty. ”Look, it’s just a game, okay?” you said, turning to San.

He stared at you for a second, eyes widened, before sinking back in his chair again. ”Whatever…”

The game continued, and you felt your team coming closer and closer to victory. Mingi started yelling things about it being ”unfair” and how it ”wasn’t his fault that he was unlucky”, causing everyone to laugh.

When your team finally won, Wooyoung placed a big kiss on your cheek, before placing an even bigger one on Yunho’s lips. Wooyoung being very openly affectionate wasn’t new, but you couldn’t help but feel flustered when you saw everyone’s eyes on you as the man leaned close to you, or as he did now, kissed you without a second thought.

All of you helped to clean up all of the games, plus the empty cans and snacks that were spilled everywhere. You frowned when you saw San leaving without even saying goodnight, exchanging a knowing glance with Yunho. ”It’s okay,” he mouthed from across the room, making you shrug your shoulders.

”Congratulations on the win,” Seonghwa said while giving you a hug. It was late, and you were sure everyone was going to bed by now. ”I’m sleepy,” you yawned into your boyfriend’s shoulder before the two of you also went to bed.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

You heard Seonghwa’s deep breaths as he slept soundly next to you. You could feel that your body was tired, your eyelids drooping and legs begging you to keep lying down, so why were you so restless?

You looked at Seonghwa’s peaceful state, and admired his beautiful face. If only you could fall asleep that easily.

After tossing and turning for what felt like hours (it surely wasn’t) you decided that you wouldn’t be able to sleep like this. No, you knew why you couldn’t sleep, you knew what you needed to do, what your mind ached for you to do.

You carefully got out of bed and put on a shirt, then slowly walked out of the room, avoiding the screechy floorboard to walk to the staircase. 
The house was extremely quiet, so you couldn’t help but feel a little nervous when you took the slow steps towards the room you had in mind.

You slowly opened the door, entering the completely dark room. You knew Yunho was a deep sleeper, so you knew he wouldn’t notice if you silently woke up his roommate to have a chat.

You walked up to the large bed, watching as San hugged a large pillow in his arms. You wished you could take a picture of his cute little face smushed into the pillow like this. You put your hand on his bare shoulder, rubbing slow circles to hopefully wake him up.

You heard small groans as he finally started to stir awake. ”Hm?” he looked up at you with confusion. ”Can we talk for a second?” you whispered, and San immediately nodded, following you out of his room.

”We can go to the living room and just sit down for a bit,” you proposed. He nodded before the two of you took of to the living room.

Although everyone else seemed to have a lighthearted response to it, you couldn’t help but feel a pang of guilt in your chest every time San showed those sings of jealousy. That’s why you were now going to sort things out with him, because you knew these feelings would never go away if you didn’t speak to him about it.

When you finally sat down on the couch, you realized how bare he was. He was only wearing his boxers, and although you had seen him like this before, you couldn’t help but look away.

”Look, is everything okay?” you asked, still avoiding his gaze. There was a pretty long pause before San replied. ”I’m fine, it’s just—” he trailed off, wiping his tired eyes. You saw the glint of frustration in his eyes. ”Just what?”

”I don’t like it when he flirts with you like that,” he said, voice getting quieter. You blinked. ”Wooyoung? You know he’s just… like that,” you asked. San’s lips pressed into a line as he sighed.

”Yeah well, it just— feels different,” San explained. You nodded, encouraging him to keep going. ”I’m sorry for being like this, I just… I just hate the way it makes me feel, when he’s like that with you,” he explained. You felt your heart ache from the intense feelings showing themselves in his tone.

”San, you don’t have to feel that way,” you said, taking his hand in yours. ”I—” you took a deep breath, thinking of how to word the feelings inside of you. ”I’ve thought about it and, I don’t just want this with Seonghwa and Wooyoung.”

San looked up, hope glimmering in his dark eyes. ”I like you, too,” you said, breaking eye contact with a shy smile. You swallowed when a silence followed your confession, as you were about to say something, San beat you to it.

”Really? Do you really mean that, Y/n?” he asked. You nodded shyly, and before you knew it, he was leaning in towards you. You felt your heartbeat quicken the closer he got. You could feel his breath against your face, that’s how close he was when he whispered: ”Can I?”

You didn’t even answer the question, instead, you crashed your lips against his. You let yourself give in to the desire you had been feeling way longer than you had admitted to anyone, even yourself.

San’s hand grabbed your hair, his kisses sloppy and full of raw passion. He slowly made his way on top of you, caging you in underneath him with his muscular arms. When he finally broke the kiss, you had to catch your breath for a second.

”Y/n I— You don’t know how long I’ve felt for you,” he started, his hand shakily caressing your face. ”What you mean to me— mean to us, it’s nothing I can express with mere words.”

You smiled. ”I didn’t expect you to be such a romantic, Sannie~” you drew out the nickname, making him bite his lip. ”Well, I am, and you’re going to have to live with it,” he said, before finally kissing you again.

And as the two of you got caught up in the moment, you failed to notice the tall male standing beneath the stairs. Seems like he might’ve not been such a deep sleeper as you expected.

Your hands roamed San’s bare chest, feeling his soft skin under your fingertips. Just as you were about to kiss his neck, you spotted a figure over his shoulder.

”Yunho!” you called out breathlessly, making San almost jump off of you. The two of you put distance between each other, looking down shamelessly as Yunho came closer with his arms crossed.

”Look what we have here,” he said with an amused smirk. ”So this is what having a ’talk’ means to you, huh Y/n?” he asked. You were about to defend yourself, but Yunho soon continued. ”I’ll have to make sure to schedule one for myself.”

Your mouth opened in shock at his bold words. ”Hate to ruin your moment but San, you know you have to get up early tomorrow,” Yunho said, scolding slightly. San pouted, walking up to him reluctantly.

You slowly followed after until the three of you were by the stairs again.

”One last kiss?” San asked, to which you replied with a small peck on his lips, not wanting to give him any more than that, knowing it would make the two of you too desperate and probably unable to fall asleep.

”You want one too, hyung?” San nudged Yunho in the side, making the taller man look at him with an angry expression. ”You’re not the one who can decide that,” Yunho said, but before he could continue, you raised your hands to hold his face.

Yunho’s eyes were wide. ”You want one too?” you asked again, making his ears turn red from embarrassment. Eventually, he nodded shyly, before your lips met him in a chaste kiss.

”Goodnight,” you heard the two say as they headed up to their room, and when you returned to Seonghwa’s, you doubted if you would even get any sleep from the amount of excitement brimming inside of you.

”Baby?” Seonghwa said, reaching for you as you returned to the bed. ”Where have you been?”

You sighed heavily with a big smile on your face. ”I’ll tell you everything tomorrow,” you kissed his forehead. ”Now, we should sleep.”

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The events of last night hit you like a truck.

“Oh my god…” you whispered under your breath. You tried shifting slightly, but Wooyoung pulled you closer to him, groaning softly in his sleep. Your cheeks burned as you realized the position you were currently in: pinned in between the two.

“Morning, beautiful.”

Seonghwa’s voice was smooth, carrying a teasing lilt as he looked up at you with half-lidded eyes. His hair was disheveled, and the smirk on his face made you feel butterflies in your stomach.

Before you could respond, a soft yawn escaped Wooyoung, his body stretching slightly against yours. You averted your attention towards him. He looked up at you and grinned. “Morning, gorgeous.” His voice was husky from sleep.

“Um… good morning,” you stammered with a small smile, feeling heat creep up your neck.

It was surreal, waking up sandwiched between two men who now seemed equally interested in you. As the moment stretched on, you started to wonder what this would mean for your relationship with not just Seonghwa and Wooyoung, but with the rest of the boys as well. You bit your lip anxiously at the thought.

The worst thing you could imagine was ruining something that was so perfect between them, so perfect between you and Seonghwa.

”Whatcha thinking about sweetie?” you heard Seonghwa ask, snapping you out of your dazed state of deep thought. You simply shook your head. ”Nothing special.”

Seonghwa and Wooyoung exchanged looks, was your lie too obvious? ”Whatever, I’m hungry,” Wooyoung said before groaning loudly, finally letting you go to stretch out his entire body.

”Will you let me borrow your clothes, hyung?” Wooyoung said, trying his best to use his puppy eyes, a large pout on his lips.

Seonghwa sighed but eventually gave in with a tired ’sure’. You figured he probably didn’t want Wooyoung to walk out completely naked. The thought made you pause.

Would the others know what went down last night? You knew the walls weren’t exactly thick, but would you have to walk out to being humiliated this morning? You decided to speak your mind, worry brimming within you.

”Do you think they’ll know? I mean, not that there would be anything wrong with that, but—” you stammered nervously. ”Hmm, maybe,” Wooyoung giggled, getting dressed in one of Seonghwa’s sweatpants.

”I don’t know baby, but I’m sure they won’t mind if they do know,” Seonghwa reassured. You sighed in relief at those words. It was sometimes as if Seonghwa knew exactly what you needed to hear and when.

You quickly threw on one of Seonghwa’s shirts, not bothering to put on pants, before the three of you started to make your way to the dining area. As you heard the sound of voices from the kitchen, you felt nervousness starting to creep up on you. Seonghwa’s comforting hand on the small of your back sure helped though.

As you entered the kitchen, you were greeted by the sight of Hongjoong and Yeosang cooking something by the stove, as well as some of the other guys spread out around the room.

“Well, well, good morning, Y/n,” Hongjoong greeted, his lips curving into a smirk. Yeosang gave you a knowing look, one brow raised as if he already had several jokes lined up.

“Morning,” you said, trying to sound natural, avoiding their gazes, pulling down the shirt to somewhat cover yourself.

“I see someone’s had an eventful night,” Yeosang said lightly, eyes focused on the food he was cooking. His words made you freeze, heat rising to your cheeks.

Before you could reply, Wooyoung’s voice chimed in from where he was standing by the fridge, getting some yogurt. “Why do you sound so jealous, Yeosang?” He said with a smug grin plastered across his face.

“Jealous? Of what, you being the loudest person in the building?” Yeosang shot back. You swallowed, feeling the embarrassment inside you grow for every word and glance the two exchanged.

“Loud?” Mingi suddenly piped up from the table. You turned your head to see his face filled with faux innocence. “Oh, they were definitely loud.”

You groaned and sank into the nearest chair, burying your face in your hands. “Can we change the subject?” you pleaded.

“Aw, don’t be shy,” Wooyoung teased, sliding into the seat next to you with his yogurt in hand. “I think we made a great team last night.”

The sound of someone clearing their throat aggressively made everyone pause. Seonghwa stood up, his expression calm but his voice sharp. “Wooyoung.”

Wooyoung cowered slightly, glancing at him sheepishly. “What? I’m just saying—”

“Don’t make her uncomfortable.”

Seonghwa’s tone left no room for argument, and Wooyoung held up his hands in surrender, though the playful glint in his eyes remained.

“Sooo, Y/n,” Jongho said casually, trying to break the awkward silence that had come to be. “Are you planning to make your rounds with the rest of us, or are you sticking with these two?”

You choked on your own breath, flabbergasted by his question. You felt your cheeks burning hotter for each second that passed. “Jongho!”

“What? It’s a valid question,” he said with a shrug. You heard Yeosang giggle at the man’s words.

“You’re unbelievable,” you muttered, sinking further into your chair.

Yunho entered the room then, his hair messy from sleep and eyes still not completely open. “What’s unbelievable?” he asked, walking up to Mingi who had already prepared a cup of coffee for him.

“Y/n’s, well… expanding her social circle,” Mingi quipped, earning a chorus of laughter from almost everyone.

Yunho glanced between you, Seonghwa, and Wooyoung, piecing the situation together almost immediately.

His expression softened as he set his mug down and came to stand beside you, gently patting your head. “Don’t let them tease you too much,” he said kindly.

You gave him a grateful smile, only for him to add with a wink, “You’ll need your energy for the rest of us anyway.”

The room erupted into laughter, and you groaned. “I swear,” you glanced at the amused faces around you, “you’re all going to drive me insane.”

As breakfast continued and everyone eventually sat down by the table, you felt as if something was slightly off, or rather, someone.

You looked over to San, who silently ate his breakfast, and a thought struck you. He hadn’t uttered a single word this entire morning, which was very unlike him. He would always cling to someone, that someone usually being Wooyoung or Yeosang, but today, he seemed distant.

While the teasing had dialed down, Yeosang and Jongho still left some remarks about how much they heard and how they couldn’t sleep, but every time when the table erupted into laughter, you saw San sitting there, not even cracking a smile.

You were seated in between Seonghwa and Yunho, at the same spot you would usually sit at, and Yunho seemed to notice that you were deep in thought about something. ”What’s up?” he silently asked, making you blink when you returned to reality. ”Huh?”

Yunho giggled at your confusion, before a comforting smile coated his lips. ”What are you thinking about?” he asked, placing a hand on your shoulder. You looked around, and everyone was still caught up in their own conversations. ”Is San alright?” you almost whispered. You made it look casual though, not wanting someone to ask what you guys were talking about.

”Oh, so you noticed too huh?” Yunho smiled, pulling his hand through his hair. ”Hmm, I think he might be a little jealous, that’s all,” Yunho said quietly, still smiling widely.

”Jealous?” you echoed, starting to feel worried all over again. ”Don’t worry, Y/n. He gets like that sometimes, and you haven’t done anything wrong,” Yunho comforted, his hand rubbing circles into your shoulder. You took a deep breath while nodding, hoping that Yunho’s words were true.

”Who’s on dish-duty?” Hongjoong asked, grabbing everyones attention. You silently volunteered, but was immediately shot down by everyone else saying that you shouldn’t. ”You had a rough night, don’t you think you should rest?” Jongho said with a wink, making you roll your eyes before finally leaving the kitchen, still feeling flustered by the events.

𓆝 𓆟 𓆞 𓆝 𓆟

A few hours later you found yourself outside of their house, Seonghwa’s arms wrapped tightly around you. Seonghwa always got pouty when you were going back to your place. He wished you could always stay with them, but he also understood that you might want some alone time, where you’re not constantly the ”ninth wheel.”

He never wanted you to feel that way, and although you assured him that you didn’t, he still noticed that you still hesitated before staying at their house, even though he tried to assure you that you weren’t a burden.

”Hey, how are you feeling about all of this? With Wooyoung and everything? I feel like we haven’t gotten a chance to talk it through,” Seonghwa said, his hand rubbing your shoulders. You sighed heavily.

”I don’t know… I don’t want to complicate things for you guys, you know? I don’t know what they all expect from me now and—” Seonghwa noticed the shift in your emotions, and it made his heart ache.

”Shh, baby,” he brushed your hair away from your face, looking deep into your eyes. ”Take your time. There’s no rush into anything that you might not be ready for,” he reassured, placing a small kiss on your cheek. ”Just do what feels right.”

You nodded, feeling at ease from his comforting words. You placed a hand on his shoulder before kissing his lips. He pushed deeply into you, not wanting the moment to end. ”Call me anytime,” he reminded, watching you pick up your bags to leave.

”You’re leaving!?” the intimate moment was suddenly cut off by Wooyoung’s voice as he came scrambling out the door. You raised your eyebrows with a smile at his panicked expression.

”It’s not like I live here, I’m just going to my apartment, that’s all,” you laughed as Wooyoung wrapped you in a hug as if you were never going to see him again. ”You’ll come back right?” he asked, looking up at you with pleading eyes.

You ruffled his hair with your hand, finding his face adorably funny. ”Of course I will.”

You were about to take off when Wooyoung opened his mouth again. ”A—And Y/n?” you looked back. ”Can I kiss you too?”

Your eyes widened slightly at the question, as you immediately looked at Seonghwa. The reaffirming smile on his face told you everything you needed to know. ”Yes.”

And with that Wooyoung rushed towards you to give you a short but sweet kiss on the lips, before you finally made your way to your car.

On the way home, you thought about everything that had happened. It felt so surreal, to now receive the same kind of affection that your only used to from Seonghwa, from Wooyoung too. 
Maybe you had liked him this whole time, but you were just too scared to make a first move. Maybe you had liked them all this whole time, you couldn’t tell. But once you parked your car in your driveway, you had made one thing clear for yourself. You were more than happy to expand this relationship, however far it would eventually do so.

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