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You made a quick affair of it all, dressing yourself in some yoga pants and a sports bra. Your hair was still damp as you tied it up, you knew it would be impossible to fix later but you didn’t care, still far too uncharacteristically tired.

You found your way to the kitchen, thankful that someone had already taken the initiative and brewed a fresh pot of hot coffee. You filled up your mug and slumped down at the kitchen table, resting your head on your crossed arms.

“If you are tired, why not just stay in bed?”

You nearly fall out of your chair as Yoongi startled you. “Fuck give me a warning next time.”

“It’s not my fault you didn’t hear me.” He shrugged, his lips turning up at the corners. “Do forgive me, lady of the house.”

“Shut up.” You groan, sipping your caffeine. “It’s too early for jokes.”

“You’re grumpy today.” He raises an eyebrow. “Sleep bad?”

“Weird dream I think.” You shrug. “You?”

“I woke up with Jin Hyungs’ cold feet on me.” He fake gags. “What was your dream about?”

“I can’t remember it properly but it was definitely weird.” You sigh.

You can’t help but stare at him, he looks so domestic as he runs a hand through his already dishevelled hair. He was wearing a large shirt and black sweatpants, it was a look you loved on him.

It was very much a boyfriend look.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” He frowns, checking his appearance when you don’t respond. “What?”

You take another sip of your coffee before shaking your head. “You look good.”

“So do you.” He retorts, wetting his lips. “Thought you were tired.”

“I am.” You nod. “Doesn’t mean I can’t say my boyfriend looks good.”

He snorts. “You can’t say things like that and expect me to have no reaction.”

“You aren’t really reacting though are you?” You argue, dropping your hands into your lap. “You’re sitting there.”

“I am.” He clicks his tongue. “What about it.”

“I’m waiting for your reaction.” You huff the anticipation of him making a move only to encourage your impatience.

He scoots his chair back. “I’m waiting for you to ask politely dove.”

You playfully flutter your eyelashes.“Oh please dear boyfriend of mine can I have a kiss.”

“Brat.” He chides as he takes your hand and pulls you into his lap. The chair is barely big enough to accommodate you both but somehow you make it work long enough for him to lick his tongue into your mouth.

You’re glued to each other's faces for a good twenty minutes as you make out, your lips red raw by the time you finally pull apart with yoongi giving one last nip to your bottom lip.

“Couch.” You pant breathlessly.

He wraps his arms around you, lifting you off the chair as he carries you through the room eventually laying you on your back against the couch. “Better?”

“Mhm.” You moan as you pull him back down to resume kissing him.

Your hips have a kind of their own as they buck up, searching for friction against his already hardening length.

Yoongi notices, pulling back. “Desperate thing.”

“Stop.” You whine in embarrassment. “’s not my fault you wanted to make out at 10 am.”

Yoongis face hardened.“Are you telling me what to do little mouse?”

You were shocked to hear him call you the pet name that jimin had coined for you but your need outweighed your curiosity so you made a note to bring it up later, if you remembered. “No.”

“No?” He retorts. “Is that how you want to talk to me?”

It was rare you ever called Yoongi an explicit title. “No Sir?”

“Much better baby.” You relaxed at guessing correctly. “Keep your arms above your head and keep your hips still, be a good girl, lay there and let me take whatever I want.”

Your mind goes hazy as he firmly plants your hands above your head. “Yes sir.”

“Such a good girl.”

He rewards you with another kiss, his tongue dancing around your mouth for a while before he pulls away, shushing the whine that you let out by training a series of kisses down your neck, his teeth catching on your skin enough to have you groaning at the slight pain.

It was fucking electrifying.

And you were sure your underwear was soaked.

“Yoon-“ You moan as he sucks a deep red mark onto your collarbone. “Ah-“

He punched your leg. A trial of spit connects his mouth to your chest as he pulls back. “What did you say?”

“S-sir.” You correct yourself. “Please.”

“Please what dove? Please stop. Keep going?”

You press your thighs together underneath him “Just please more.”

“You beg so nicely.” His praise has your face flushing a light pink. He hooks a finger in the waistband of your pants. “Let’s get you out of these hm?”

You nod frantically, lifting your hips as he slides the pants and underwear off your legs and tosses them somewhere on the floor.

He slides down the couch, half of his body hanging off the end. “Spread your legs, keep them open. I don’t want to feel you moving at all.”

You wordlessly follow his direction, your legs dropping open only to snap close when he lightly spanks your sopping mound. “When I give you an order I expect a response.”

Although Yoongi is often a dominant figure he never really strays too far into either headspace, he’s a switch of sorts so it isn’t entirely unusual for him to be the one to take the control but to have him be so strict is a turn on in ways you could never have imagined before. “Yes Sir.”

“You’re being so good.” He praises, his breath hot against your cunt. “Stay still.”

Your hands fist the cushion of the couch as his tongue laps at your damp folds, every single stroke is agonisingly slow. You try your hardest to keep your hips still despite your desperation for more.

“Fuck you taste so good.” He groans as he speeds up his movement, his mouth covering your cunt as he sucks your clit for a few seconds too short before he goes back to fucking you with his tongue.

“A-ah” you squeeze your eyes shut, resisting the urge to drop your hands into his hair. “So good you feel so good.”

You lay there and take it as he devours you with his tongue, almost cumming on the spot when he leans back to drop a wad of spit onto your already-soaked skin before diving back in as though he was a man starved.

“Yoon-yoongi.” You hiss as he nibbles gently at your clit. “Fuck s-sir I can’t.”

He pulls off with an obscene grin, his mouth coated in your fluids. “What was that?”

“I need more.” You whine, your hips twitching to search for friction. “P-please.”

He climbs up so his body is over yours, gripping your chin as he forces you to look at him. “You want my cock huh? Having my tongue fucking you senseless isn’t enough?”

You try to nod your head but his hand keeps you still. “Y-yes Sir.”

His thumb brushes over your lip. “Open your mouth.”

You part your lips, his thumb sliding almost immediately. “Suck.”

You close your mouth around the digit, swirling your tongue around the pad of his thumb.

“Fuck you’re perfect.” He compliments as he pulls his thumb out though before you can do anything he is leaning closer, placing a soft kiss to your lips before spitting directly into your mouth. “Swallow it.”

You taste yourself from where he was tasting you as his saliva mixes with yours, you open your mouth to show him it’s good.

“Such a good slut for me.” He lightly brushes your cheek, the innocent action making your heart flutter. “You’re made for me, made to take my cock, made to be my good girl and please me?”

“J-just want your cock.” You moan out, the filthy words sending shockwaves down your spine. “Want you to fuck me.”

“Everyone will be waking up soon.” He feigns a sigh.

“I’ll be quick I promise just fuck please.” You plead, all but ready to cry if he denied you whilst you were so on edge. “Please Sir I promise I’ll be good.”

“You’ll take what I give you?” He asks.

You nod. “I will promise.”

“Fine.” He sounds almost disinterested as though he is doing you a favour. “I’ll let you ride my cock seeing as your so desperate you can get yourself off.”

You quickly scrabble up from the couch when he moves from over you, giving him room to sit down but not before he pulls his sweatpants down enough for his clearly painfully hard cock to spring free.

Your mouth waters at the sight and if you weren’t at risk of being walked in on, although that no longer bothered you, you’d ask to cockwarm him.

You file the activity for another day, maybe later you could convince him to let you sit with your cock in his mouth whilst he read his emails.

That was a good idea.

Yoongi huffs pulling you back to the present. You swing one leg over his lap, your hand reaching back to hold his thick cock ready as you rubbed it against your pussy.

“Fuck.” He groaned. “Put it inside baby.”

You sink down on his length, unable to hold back the whimpers that slip from your mouth as you do, finally satisfied with being full in the way you had craved.

“Feel good?” He teased, his hand wrapping around your throat to pull you down for a sloppy kiss. “Ride me.”

He shocks you as he slaps your ass you were sure it was hard enough to leave a mark. “Yes sir.”

“Such a good doll, you’re only good for riding my cock.” He tucks a strand of hair behind your ear as you continue riding him. “Pleasing me so well, you’re a cockslut aren’t you?

You nod and moan in agreement, clenching around him as best as you can.

He slaps your ass again. “Fuck dove just like that.”

“F-feels so good.” You whimper, despite saying he wanted you to do the work he is still thrusting his cock into you as you sink down on it. “W-won’t last.”

“Cum whenever.” He carefully wraps a hand around your throat, pulling you close enough for him to suck a mark into the side of your neck, his spare hand fondling your hard nipples. “Show me how much of a slut you are and cum around Sir's cock.”

The cord that had been winding around your stomach finally snapped, your vision going white as you cum. Your body slumped against Yoongi as you grind down his cock, riding out the last of your orgasm.

You’re expecting him to let you lay there for a moment so it is unexpected when he shifts you, laying you on your back the same way you had been earlier. “W-what.”

“Just because you’re done it doesn’t mean I am.” He doesn’t give you any time to prepare before he resumes his thrusts, your body is already overwhelmed by the stimulation. “Lay there and take what I give you.”

“T-too much.” You stutter, fingers turning white as you grip his shirt in an attempt to stop him. “P-please.”

“Colour?” He asks, stilling for a second.

You whine. “Green.”

“Then be quiet and let me fuck you until I'm finished.” He punctuates every word with a harsh thrust. “Fucking pathetic, cumming before you get me off.”

The words only turn you on, your eyes rolling back as he speeds up, his skin slapping against yours as he pounds into you. “Fucking made for me.”

“Y-yours.” You wrap your arms around his neck. “Made for your cock.”

“Mhm.” He groans, his lips uncoordinated as he kisses you again. His thrusts become frantic as he chases his own release. “Inside or in your mouth?”

You still wanted to cockwarm him but the thought of moving from your current position, carefully shielded underneath him was less appealing. “Inside.”

“Fuck.” He groans one last time as he throws his head back, his seed coating your walls as he cums. “Fucking perfect.”

He drops down on top of you, one arm nestled underneath him propping him up just enough that it wasn’t hurting you. “You were so good, baby.”

You feel yourself blushing. “You were certainly in a mood, this was definitely something to do with your prompt.”

He chuckles breathlessly. “Don’t try and guess, come on let’s go shower.”

“No.” You whine. “Don’t want to move.”

He looks up at you, surveying your face for any discomfort. “How are you feeling baby?”

You can’t help but love him more. “Good. Wanna sleep.”

“How about I run you a bath and then you can nap in my bed whilst I do some work?”

You pout. “Wanted to cockwarm you though.”

“You can, I’m also plenty sure Jimin or Namjoon would be thrilled to have you cockwarm them later sweetheart but right now we have to get you cleaned up.”

“Will you at least cuddle me until I wake up?” You know you sound like a baby but it’s adorable how quick Yoongi is to agree.

“Of course.” He presses another gentle kiss to your cheek as he slides out of you, the feeling of being empty rather uncomfortable. “Can you walk?”

You nod belatedly.

He snorts making you laugh. “Good because I couldn’t carry you upstairs. Let me get you a cloth so you can actually get there without leaving a trail behind.”

You throw your sports bra at him as he grabs a pack of wipes. Giving you a few before taking one for himself.

“It’s not my fault you came inside me.” You argue as you wipe yourself clean.

“I gave you options.” He laughs, taking the wet wipes and depositing them in the trash before helping you stand, he pulls you in for a hug. “You were really amazing today. You were so good for me.”

You can’t find the words to respond, instead settling for a kiss - one that he takes happily. “Bath?”

“Mhm.” He nods, lacing your fingers as he leads you to the master bathroom. “Sit down I’ll get it sorted.”

“I can’t believe the others aren’t awake yet.” You mumble, tiredness creeping in.

He picks up a bottle of bubble bath, emptying a generous amount into the rising water. “I’m sure they are.”

Once the tub is generously full, the water is a soft shade of purple from the bath bomb Yoongi had dropped moments earlier, you climb in. Your body thanking you as you disappear under the water. “Are you getting in?”

“No.” Yoongi shakes his head as he settles behind you. “I’ll shower after, right now I’m going to take care of you.”

“So generous.” You mumble, letting your eyes close as he begins lathering up your hair.

“I’ll be quick.” He chuckles as he catches sight of your eyelids drooping. “Don’t fall asleep in there you’ll drown.”

“Nice.” You laugh tiredly.

You manage to keep yourself awake long enough for Yoongi to help you into a pair of shorts and one of his T-shirts and eventually into his bed. He grabbed his laptop settling down beside you when you argued that you’d be unable to rest without him.

Wrapped up in his bed, beside him with the scent of his shirt filling your mouth, sleep came easily.

———

“Tae stop.” Jungkook laughed, dropping the controller on the floor as Taehyung continued tickling his side. “Tae!”

Jimin laughed as Jungkook squirmed around the floor, effectively pinned down by Taehyung's weight on him. “If you piss on the floor I'm not cleaning it up.”

“Classy.” Hoseok muttered as he slumped on the empty couch.

“Jimin.” At the sound of his name being called by Namjoon, the dom looked away from the pair on the floor. “You wanna come for a walk?”

“Sure.” Jimin stood up, trailing behind the elder only stopping momentarily to put his shoes on. “Why so suddenly?”

Namjoon shrugged, pushing his hands deeper inside the pocket of his pants. “I just realised we hadn’t spent a lot of time together and yesterday we all decided to fix that so here I am.”

“Oh.” Jimin nodded. “How is all of your school stuff coming along.”

“Better..I think.” He sounds unsure. “I don’t know, I feel like it’s good one day and that I’m set on my decision but then there are times I don’t know what to do.”

“That’s normal though.” Jimin starts. “I think you’re doing something I didn’t ever want to, I was never heavily interested in academics although I excelled. It wasn't something I was passionate about. You on the other hand, you’re like a human encyclopaedia and that’s something I know you enjoy. There’s no right or wrong choice, only what you want to do and what you don’t want to do.”

Namjoon looks at him for a moment, eyebrow raising as he asks. “What if I wanted to drop out?”

“Then drop out hyung.” Jimin answers easily. “Things don’t have to be complicated, we make them that way by overthinking and worrying that every choice we make will be wrong. What matters most is that you follow your heart and that you’re happy, everything else is small in comparison to that. What are you struggling with at this very moment?”

He kicks a rock as he takes another step. “My thesis. It’s been hard to complete.”

“Why do you feel that is?” Jimin presses.

“I think it’s the topic, I was invested when I started to write it but a lot has changed since then and I want to do something different but I’m not sure if it’s a good idea to do that because I’d be discarding weeks worth of work.” They turn around once they reach the edge of the property, neither of them walking in a hurry. “But at the same time, I feel as though I’m pushing a boulder up a mountain. I keep thinking that producing something, even if it is imperfect, is better than being in the position I’m currently in.”

Jimin pouts. “Yeah, but that’s pointless.”

“What?” Namjoon frowns, taken aback by Jimin’s blunt response. “What is?”

“Your thesis isn’t pointless,” Jimin explains. “Producing something that you will be unhappy with is. This is something important, so what if you end up discarding your work? The way I see it there is no rush, if you want to restart and go with another topic then do that but once again what matters is your happiness.”

Namjoon observes him for a moment, the man shorter, smaller but still so wise. It was a side he hadn’t seen much of in between whatever sexual explorations they had both taken part in at the same time and the rare moments they had conversations alone. It was a part of Jimin he hoped to be able to see often. “Thank you.”

Jimin seems to understand the sincerity. “I’m here anytime.”

“We’ve been talking about me this whole time.” Namjoon laughs, suddenly feeling shy. “How are you.”

“I’m okay.” The dom answers honestly. “I can’t believe I’ve made it this far though.”

Namjoon is surprised by that, Jimin didn’t seem to be the type to lack confidence. “Trust me I’m surprised I’m the one here. I definitely thought Hoseok would beat me.”

“You have to give yourself more credit.” Jimin groans. “You’re attractive, kind, attentive, I know you know how to fuck.”

Namjoon splutters at that. “You can’t just say stuff like that.”

“I can if it’s the truth.” Jimin laughs. “Are you excited for it to end?”

Namjoon shakes his head in disagreement. “We still have three weeks left.”

“Time passes fast here.” Jimin points out.

The weeks had flown by, every day seemingly far too short. It was hard to imagine going back to normal life. “That’s true. I think we are all just enjoying ourselves.”

“You know I think there’s a lot we haven’t done.” Jimin eyes the elder, a plan already in mind.

“And what’s that?” Namjoon asks cautiously.

Jimin coaxed Namjoon back towards the house. “Well you’re sexually experienced now, I’m guessing you haven’t completed your prompt so let’s go make you look the part before you fuck YN into oblivion.”

“Jimin.” Namjoon chuckled awkwardly, hand rubbing at the back of his flushed neck. “I don’t think your clothes will fit me.”

“Nope, but Jungkook's will.” Jimin took his shoes off, giving Namjoon no time to argue as he shouted through the hall. “Jungkookie~”

“Yeah?” Jungkook shouted back.

“Adorable.” Jimin smiles at the ball Taehyung and Jungkook had wound themselves into on the couch. “But we have to give Namjoon Hyung a fitting makeover.”

“Ooooh!” Taehyung sang as he sat up. “I’m listening.”

“Ah, guys really?” Namjoon tutted. “Do we have to?”

“Do you really not want to?” Jimin asks again, this time his tone is serious. “If you feel uncomfortable or if I’m crossing a line let me know and I’ll back off.”

“No.” Namjoon says after a minute. “I suppose I can tolerate one day of dress up.”

Jimin’s eyes brighten. “Great.”

Namjoon watches the three of them argue about what theme they should go for before dragging him upstairs into Jungkook's bedroom.

“Do you have any final requests?” Taehyung asks, Jimin already rifling through Jungkook's pants.

Namjoon stops himself shaking his head when he catches sight of his now clear nails. “Can I uh borrow some-“

Taehyung understands instantly. “Of course! Do you want me to?”

“No.” Namjoon declines softly. “For YN later.”

“What do you have planned?” Jimin asks from his position elbow-deep in Jungkook's closet.

“Nope.” Namjoon refuses. “My prompt is mine and mine alone.”

“That was hot.” Jungkook nods, mouth wide open.

Taehyung snorts. “You definitely have some kink for authority.”

“I have a kink for sexy men.” Jungkook argues. “Sue me.”

“Ah, that explains it.” Seokjin mutters from the doorway, Jimin bangs his elbow against the door as he startles at the unexpected presence.

“You scared me.” Namjoon huffs. “You okay Hyung?”

“Yeah….” The eldest trails off. “Have you seen Yoongi and Hoseok?”

“Yoongi Hyung kidnapped YN and Hoseokie Hyung was showering.” Taehyung supplies. “We are helping Namjoonie with his prompt.”

“Exciting.” Seokjin smiles.

The room is in disarray as Jimin, Taehyung and Jungkook dress and sundress the academic. Clothes are discarded into three piles on the bed the options clearly being yes, no and maybe. Jimin had spearheaded the entire makeover with Taehyung and Jungkook being diligent helpers.

Through it all, despite the ordeal taking over an hour, Seokjin had sat and watched them with a warm smile.

“I look stupid.” Namjoon turns away from the mirror. “I think I’ll just change.”

“I don’t think you should.” Jin disagrees. “You look good.”

“Oh.” Namjoon purses his lips. “It’s not too much?”

“Not at all.” The eldest stands, arms crossed against his chest. “The makeup looks great too.”

Namjoon turns back to the mirror, assessing himself once more. “My body just isn’t really made for this.”

“Why?” Jungkook asks, his head peeking out from where he had snuggled up behind Taehyung.

Namjoon looks at himself, trying to find the right words. “I’m bigger, size wise I’m bigger. These things don’t look as good on me as they would someone like Tae or Jimin. My shoulders are far too broad and I have too much muscle to pull off dainty clothing.”

“Hyung our size isn’t that different.” Jungkook mutters, his tone forcing Namjoon to regret every word that he had let slip. “Does that mean those clothes look stupid on me?”

“fuck I’m sorry it came out that way, of course, you don’t look stupid.” Namjoon rushed to fix it. “You're beautiful kook. You could wear a trash bag and still look ethereal.”

“But that’s not true if we go by your philosophy.” Jungkook's voice has an edge to it. “By your philosophy, having muscles or being a bigger frame means you can’t wear clothing that is pretty so therefore unless I dress masculine I’m going to look stupid.”

Namjoon is flabbergasted, his lips pressed shut. He had no response, not when Jungkook was making a fair point. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologise for having your own views on things.” Seokjin interrupts. “But you do need to be mindful when you say things, just because you have a particular belief it doesn’t mean everyone else follows that.”

“I know.” Namjoon can’t help but chew on his lower lip, feeling chastised. “But Jungkook, I meant it when I said that you are beautiful no matter what you wear.”

Jungkook tips his head to the side. “If you believe that about me then why not about yourself?”

The truth isn’t always an easy answer but for the first time in a long time, Namjoon feels as though he trusts those around him enough to be honest about some of his deepest insecurities. “Because you are beautiful, I knew I was coming here at a disadvantage as I didn’t have as much experience as the rest of you but when I met you all in person it was like being inside of a magazine shoot.” He chuckled but it’s rather sad. “I feel inadequate in more ways than one. I truly don’t know how I’ve gotten so far in the competition when I’m against you all.”

“Oh, Hyung.” Taehyung whispers. “You’ve felt like this since we all met?”

“Yeah.” Namjoon sighs, hands playing with the fishnets currently clinging to his legs.

Namjoon doesn’t have a moment to think before everyone clambers over the furniture to pull him into a hug. Despite the others gripping onto the academic for dear life Jungkook managed to worm his way so his head was resting against the elder's shoulder, leaning up enough to whisper in his ear at a level no one else could hear. “You are beautiful Hyung, you’re beautiful and you’re sexy. Whatever you choose to wear you look amazing and you absolutely could never look stupid. You aren’t too big, you aren’t too muscly, you’re perfect. You’re my perfect hyung, my perfect Namjoonie hyung. My pretty hyung.”

Namjoon ignored the blush spreading across his face as he nuzzled into Jungkook, letting himself be taken care of if just for a moment.

————-

You feel yourself being pulled from your dream as Yoongi mumbles above you. “Baby you should wake up. It’s past lunchtime.”

“I was having a good dream.” You pout. “What’s the time?”

Yoongi looks back at the clock. “1:35 pm”

“I slept for hours.” You groan, pushing yourself up enough to switch your back against the headboard. “Did you finish your work?”

“All done.” He smiles, kissing your cheek before extracting himself from the bed. “How about you go brush your teeth and I’ll cook some lunch?”

“Is my morning breath THAT bad?” You joke, face falling flat when Yoongi nods.

“You said it, not me.”

“Shut up.” You chuckle, finally managing to pull yourself out of the bed. “I want waffles.”

“Whatever she wants, she gets.” Yoongi smiles.

You bite back a smile, feigning ignorance as you pucker your lips. “A kiss?”

You don’t move as he pushes you back with a hand to your mouth. “Whatever she wants, she gets, except for that.”

“Ass.” You laugh as you slip down the hall into your own bedroom to freshen up.

When you finally emerge into the kitchen, still clad in Yoongi t-shirt but this time in your own pants. The scent of freshly cooked waffles wafted through the hall, bringing you to where Yoongi was setting down a plate of waffles, the table set with a few more plates, sauces and a small tub of ice cream. Hoseok and Seokjin are already at the table, both of them filling up their own plates. “Just in time.”

“This looks amazing, thank you Yoon.” You give him a chaste kiss before taking your seat.

Cold waffles were definitely not as appealing.

“Sleep well?” The dominant asks, you can tell from the smug look on his face he is aware of what activities you and Yoongi had gotten up to. “I was awoken this morning by some strange noises.”

Seokjin looks between you before turning his attention back to his pancakes with a disapproving shake of his head. “I just want one meal.”

“Yeah, Hobi give Jinnie his one meal.” You stick your tongue out, taking another bite of your waffles.

Yoongi sits at the table, taking a few waffles and a tangerine. “Where are the others?”

“They will be down in a moment,” Seokjin responds around a mouthful of food. “Is there any juice?”

“I’ll get it.” You search for the source of the voice behind you only to find Taehyung skipping into the kitchen with a grin. “Do we need glasses?”

“Yes please.” Hoseok sings, standing up to help Taehyung.

You take another bite of your waffles, swallowing it just as Jungkook and Jimin step into the room. Namjoon hid behind them.

“What’s this?” Yoongi asks, gesturing his fork between the trio. “Why is Joon hiding?”

“Hyung wanted to try something different today.” Jungkook announces before stepping aside.

Your mouth drops open, you were sure your jaw was seconds away from dropping off and rolling across the floor but you didn’t care.

Not with Namjoon looking like that.

He has fishnets on, black ones that clung to him as though it was a second skin. A pair of black leather shorts came up to his middle thigh, and the white shirt he wore was pulled in tight by the black corset laced around him. The only accessory was the collar around his neck, a large silver ring resting in the middle of it.

The room was silent but it only took one glance around to see everyone’s expressions.

All of them look the same, looking hungry to devour the academic.

Without a second thought, you push your chair back, walking with determination as you carefully nudge past Jimin to reach the academic. “Please tell me this is for your prompt and that you’re going to fuck me in this.”

Hobis eyes widen. “Clearly shame has left the building.”

“We fuck on live TV.” Yoongi deadpans. “Shame was never in the building to begin with.”

Jungkook snorts from beside you, Taehyung and Jimin laughing somewhere in the corner of the room but you just can’t take your eyes off Namjoon.

“Do you like it?” He asks sheepishly.

“Love it.” You nod your head absentmindedly. “Upstairs now?”

Namjoon smiles softly, a contradiction to his darkening eyes. “I don’t know sweetheart, you didn’t finish your food.”

“Not hungry.” You shake your head, eyes glued to his thighs and the shorts covering them.

Namjoon takes a step closer, his lips brushing against your cheek as he whispers in your ear. “Be a good girl for Daddy and finish your food. Don’t make me take you over my knee.”

“You can’t say stuff like that to me whilst you look like that.” You pout. “Please.”

“Sit down and eat Princess. Want me to feed you?”

You nod before you fully process his words. “Only if I can sit in your lap.”

“Since when do you bargain?” He chuckles, guiding you to your chair. He sits down before you, securing you in his lap with an arm around your middle.

You can’t help but love the way the seven men turn their attention to you as you proudly declare. “Since I get everything I want.”

“Baby’s gotten too spoiled.” Jimin tuts.

“Come on.” Namjoon whispers into your ear. “Eat up, daddy has plans for us.”

If anyone at the table notices you squirming around as you reluctantly swallow down mouthfuls of food, no one comments on it.

“I’m finished, can we go now?” You petulantly ask.

“Clean up your mess baby.”

“But-“

“Do you want a punishment?”

“No.” You huff despite how childish the act was.

Namjoon released his grip on your waist, a silent nudge to tell you to clean your plate. Really the task was small, it was no bother and under normal circumstances you were happy to help with the house chores but this wasn’t normal circumstances, Namjoon being dressed like that wasn’t normal circumstances.

You weren’t sure if you wanted to fuck him or be fucked by him.

“Finished.” You step aside to show him the clean dishes. “Now can we go?”

Namjooned hummed causing you to whine. “Joon.”

“She’s going to explode if you don’t take her upstairs.” Jungkook snorts.

“Shut up.” You shoot back. “I’m not that desperate.”

“You are.” Because of course Taehyung sides with Jungkook.

Namjoons face gets brighter. “Okay let’s go.”

“Fucking finally.” You huff as you run up the stairs two at a time blocking out the not-so-silent snickers coming from those still at the table.

Namjoon closes his bedroom door once you enter, finally giving you a moment to take him in as he stands before you.

“You look so good” You breathe.

He throws his head back with a small laugh, one that seems too forced. “Thank you, baby girl.”

“Are you okay joonie?” You check in, taking his hand gently. “We don’t have to do anything.”

“It’s not that.” He shakes his head, his thumb rubbing against your hand. “I don’t normally dress like this.”

“Is it for your prompt?” You ask, he shrugs.

You roll your eyes playfully. “Either way you look amazing and I’m so happy you let me see you like this but if it’s something that makes you uncomfortable then it’s okay.”

“I think I enjoy it.” He mumbles hesitantly. He uses one hand to wrap around your middle, pulling you closer. “Ah I’m getting too emotional, come on come here.”

“Hey.” You place a hand on his shoulder effectively stopping him. “Don’t brush over how you feel. We don’t do anything unless you’re 100% sure you want it.”

There’s a pregnant pause where he doesn’t speak, a silence you don’t try to fill as he looks down where his thumb is drawing patterns on your skin.

He sounds so quiet. “Do you find me attractive?”

“I was frothing at the mouth to have you down there.” You smile reassuringly. “You look amazing in whatever you wear, I can’t believe I’m so lucky I get to have you.”

“You have five other boyfriends wh-“

“Shut up.” You cut him off, ignoring the frown he gives you. “I have many boyfriends and you are one of them, one I’m extremely proud of and will continue to be proud of even once the show is over.”

“I-“ he starts, eyes glassy as he looks at you. “I adore you.”

“Oh, my joonie.” Your heart warms inside of you, the sincerity in his declaration is nothing short of moving. “You’re perfect.”

“So sweet for me.” He squeezed your hip gently. “You know I heard a whisper earlier that you wanted to cockwarm today. How true is that dove?”

You frown a second before fixing your face, it was the second time today you’d been called a name that another gentleman had given you. “Dove?”

“Mhm.” He hummed. “You didn’t answer my question.”

“Sorry daddy.” You pout.

“Come on.” He brings a hand up to your face, his thumb tracing over your lips. “How about you call me by my name today?”

You nod, stilling as he pushes his thumb into your mouth.

Your mind leaves your body for a moment as he explores the inside of your mouth with the digit, the room coming back to you as he pulls it out. “So cockwarming. Do you want to?”

“Want to.” You gasp. “Please?”

“Such a good baby girl, of course you can. You just need something to keep that pretty mouth of yours occupied don’t you?” He keeps his fingers laced in yours as he walks over to the desk, pushing the chair back and taking a seat. The shorts are tight on his thighs as he spreads them as far as he can. “I’m your knees pretty, how are you supposed to suck my cock if you’re all the way up there?”

You drop to your knees with a whimper. “You look so good.”

“Don’t be a whiny baby.” He chides. “You want it?”

You watch as he brings his free hand to palm at his cock. “I want it.”

“Take it out then.” He says as though it’s the most obvious step.

He lifts his body up a little as you pull the shorts down, smirking shyly as your eyes widen at the site of his semi-hard cock straining against the fishnets.

He had no underwear on.

Fuck.

“Please.” You’re desperate enough to beg, the sight of his length trapped in the stockings is enough to have your mouth watering. “So perfect, please. Fill my mouth?”

“As you wish.” He wraps a gentle hand around the back of your neck, pulling you closer to him until you’re able to wrap your lips around him, taking in his length as far as you can. “Get comfy but no sucking. I want you to keep me warm, understand?”

You do your best to nod given your position, you wiggle around a little until you find a spot comfy enough. Your head resting against his thigh, the slightly rougher material of his shorts rubbing against your cheek as you let yourself enjoy the weight in your mouth.

“If you want to stop what do you do?” He asks, a hand running carefully through your hair as you tap his leg three times. “Good girl, so good for me dove.”

You whine around him, the feeling clearly enough to have him losing his restraint, thrusting up into your throat once. “Quiet baby, if I have to tell you again I’ll have to put you over my knee.”

You clenched your thighs together, wishing you could bite your tongue to prevent any other noises from slipping through, part of you wanted to be so good and please the man above you, but the other part wanted to whine again, to demand that he touches you, to give him a reason to pull you over his knee and spank you until your ass is 20 different shades of red.

As worked up as you are you soon feel your mind quieting, his continuous touches and murmurs bringing you nothing but comfort. He had picked up a book, one he had been reading for a while as you sat with his cock in your mouth.

You were sure from the way he tightened his grip on the book he was struggling not to fuck into your mouth but you loved that he was holding out for your enjoyment which is why when he finally tapped your face, pulling you off him all whilst shushing your complaints you weren’t upset.

He stands up. “I want to cum down your throat. Does my baby think she can take that?”

“Y-yes.” Your throat is a little hoarse but you manage to get the words out without trouble. “I can.”

“Open then.” He rubs his cock along your lips, once again pushing inside but this time with a little more purpose. His thick cock hit the back of your throat continuously, hard enough to have your hands griping his thighs in an attempt to give you some reprieve but he didn’t care.

He was relentless as he chased his own pleasure and it was a fucking beautiful sight to see especially as the ring on the collar he adorned around his neck jingled with every thrust.

“So. fucking. good.” punctuated each word with a rough thrust, on the last one his hand hold your head in place as he coats your mouth in his seed. “Swallow for me, show Daddy how good you are.”

You were sure your eyes rolled back as you gulped down every drop of cum he gave you, relishing the salty taste against your tongue. He pulls away, grabbing a pack of wipes you hadn’t seen from the bed. “T-thank y-y-ou.”

“You did amazing, baby, I'm so proud of you, so so proud of you.” You let yourself slump against him as he tried his best to clean your front with the wipes. “I think you’re going to need a shower, my love.”

“Can you carry me daddy?” You ask tiredly, the words coming out pitchy.

He turns, his gaze turning stern. “Ask nicely and daddy might.”

“Please Daddy, carry me to the shower? ‘m too tired.”

“Whatever you want, baby girl.” He is quick to wrap a hand under you, pulling you up bridal style against his chest. “Let’s get my baby clean.”

You preened at the way he so obviously claimed you as his, the words repeating in your mind as he prepared the shower.

He steps in first, insisting you rest against him.

“This is the third shower I’ve had today.” You huff as Namjoon pulls you into his arms, hot water cascading down his face.

His hands are soft as they trail up and down your back. “It’s not my fault you’re messy.”

“Not my fault you look as good as you do.” You shrug, dropping your head on his shoulder.

You loved these moments, despite how much you truly did enjoy every single intimate act with all seven of them you truly cherished the moments where you all shared soft touches, lazy kisses, words of praise and affection and comfortable silence that made you feel as though you were always where you were supposed to be.

It was as though everything you’d ever wanted was right there, fitting into place.

With you being right at the centre.

“Baby?” Namjoon whispers tentatively.

“Hm?” You kiss his chest.

“I love you.” He whispers quietly, your heart rattling against your chest. “Thank you for being so amazing.”

“I love you.” You giggle, shoving yourself into his neck to hide your blush.

—————-

The rest of the day was spent in a calming haze. Dinner, as always, was an affair filled with laughter or discussion but afterwards, the house fell into a subtle silence.

It was a new kind of atmosphere but not an unpleasant one, everyone hovered around one another. Not in an overbearing way but at some point every few hours you’d see all seven of them come into the living room where you had settled down to enjoy a Hunger Games movie marathon with the others needing to work or simply want alone time.

When you’d first started the show you’d worried, about trivial things like what if you didn’t get along or what if it was too much.

You were a person who needed your own space but you were thankful you were surrounded by people who not only respected that but understood that.

“It’s getting late.” Hoseok shuffled into the room just as the second movie ended.

“What’s the time?” You frown, the sky had long gone dark.

He gestures to the TV “11 pm. Were they good?”

“Yeah.” You sit up, giving Hoseok enough room to sit down where your feet hang off the couch. “Are you okay?”

“I am.” He smiles. “I thought we could talk and maybe try something new tonight. No pressure though.”

You turn your attention to him, pausing the TV where the end credits are still rolling. “I’m open.”

You know him well enough to know when he’s bordering on the line of being in a more dominant headspace, you know yourself well enough to know the stirring in your stomach was a good thing. “Good. How are you feeling today?”

“I’m okay.” You confirm again. “I felt tired but I’m green.”

“Okay then.” He sits up straighter, his gaze focused on you. “I thought that today we could try something simple, a bedtime routine of sorts. I’ve let the others know that I’m stealing you for the night and they are okay with it.”

You nod, simply because it doesn’t feel right to interrupt him.

“I don’t have a great scene in mind, we will start with you kneeling and then go from there. How do you feel about that?”

“Good.” You confirm.

“Good?” He repeats.

You correct yourself instantly. “Good Sir.”

“Good girl.” He praises. “Now would you like to go to do it in Sir's room or your own?”

You weren’t sure what would be the best choice, although he said he didn’t have a grand plan you were sure he still had a vague idea of what he wanted to do and where. You didn’t want to disturb that. “Can Sir choose?”

“Don’t want to make any decisions hm?” He murmurs, his voice soft. “Sir will choose for you.”

“Thank you.” He stands up, watching you expectantly as you copy his movements.

“When we scene like this I want you to remain silent, you’ll only talk when I tell you to. You will keep your head down and will not look up unless I allow you to and when I allow you to walk you’ll always remain a step behind me. If you need something urgently you may call my name or use your safeword. Do you remember your nonverbal safe word?” He checks, forever the cautious dom.

“Yes Sir.” You confirm.

“Show me.” He demands.

You step forward, tapping his arm three times the way he had instructed you to do so.

He murmurs in approval, “And what’s the other one?”

You step forward again, pinching him as hard as he had told you the first time he had this conversation with you, he shook his head at the way you were unable to hide your smile as he hissed but he didn’t say anything so you guessed it was okay.

“Good.” He takes a few steps ahead of you, leaving a small gap between you both as he directs you to the stairs. He reached back his hand. “The next time we do this I will have a blindfold ready but for now just keep your head down and follow my steps.”

You try to not think of the implications of wearing a blindfold up the stairs as you take his hand, letting him pull you wherever he chooses.

You loved the subtle ways in which Hoseok had made the bedroom that had been allocated to him truly his own, small art prints now covered a patch on the wall, his room was extremely clean but also looked lived in.

“Kneel.” He pointed to a patch on the floor, you sunk down, facing the window. “I will be back, do not move. Whilst I’m gone I want you to think about three things that you’d like for me to take control over during the time we will spend on non-sexual dominance.”

“Yes Sir.” You reply curtly.

“Good girl.”

The room is silent without him shuffling around behind you but you use that silence to focus. There weren’t many things you’d actually had in mind when you’d agreed to try non-sexual dominance with Hoseok. In fact you’d agreed to try it mostly because it would be a time you didn’t have to think which is what made this a challenge.

You were sure that was his point but a massive part of you didn’t want to fail at something that should come easily to you.

Being dominated sexually was entirely different to the feeling you had during moments where one of the others would integrate that into daily life like when Yoongi would choose your clothes, or Seokjin would decide what to make for breakfast, ultimately piling food onto your plate until it resembled a miniature mountain but it wasn’t something you’d let yourself indulge in, you didn’t want to be a burden.

Hoseok's tone was serious when he entered the room. “Have you done what I asked?”

“Yes Sir.” You nod before changing your mind, unsure whether he is actually looking at you.

“Tell me.” He instructs, still shuffling around behind you.

“The first one is for you to decide what I eat.” You list confidently, it was an easy one and something you already knew you’d enjoyed. “The second is asking for permission to use the restroom, but I wouldn’t like this all the time.” You quickly amended. “The last one, I don’t know if it’s okay Sir.”

He makes an interested noise. “Continue.”

“I’d like to ask you before doing anything with the others, again only on days we chose to do this and only if they are okay with it Sir.”

“Look at you being so thoughtful.” His tone was teasing but you could tell it was said with sincerity. “I will consider them and then we can have a discussion tomorrow but for now I want you to slowly stand up.”

You did as he asked, thankful for the warning to stand slowly as your legs came back to life from where they had been underneath you.

“Turn around and face me, I’m going to get you dressed.” You smile at the thought of the dom taking the time to choose an outfit for you to sleep in. “What’s your colour?”

“Green Sir.” You whisper, not wanting to break the calming atmosphere.

He smiles at you as he takes a step back to the bed, picking up the black camisole and short set you had yet to find time to wear. “I’m sad I’ve never seen you in this before.”

You weren’t sure if you were allowed to respond, your choice to remain silent proved to be correct when he continued talking.

“Arms up.” You raised your arms, giving him easier access to life with your- Yoongis - shirt over your head. It’s obvious he has experience doing this, the way he makes swift work of undressing you and redressing you, smoothing out the creases in your shirt, his touches soft and his gaze unwavering from where it lies on your face. “How do you feel?”

“Good Sir.” You loved how careful he was, even in non-sexual moments he made sure you were feeling positive and safe.

He cups your face, the casual move a lot softer than you were used to when you were with him as a submissive. “I want you to go and brush your teeth and wash your face. Once you are finished you will take your clothes - and mine - to the washroom. You’ll separate them into the correct colours and then come back here. If I am not back by the time you finish I want you to kneel beside the right side of the bed. Do you understand?”

“I understand Sir.” You answer prematurely before backtracking. “Should I put the clothes on or just inside the basket?”

“Next time I ask you something I expect to consider it properly. When you answer a question I want you to be sure of your answer, answering too fast can lead to unwanted situations.” He scolds gently. “As for your question, which next time you will request permission to ask, I would like you to simply put them in the basket.”

“I’m sorry Sir.” You pout. “I’ll think longer next time.”

“Yes, you will.” He says surely. “You’re doing amazing, now hurry along.”

You don’t say anything else before backing out of the room, set on doing what was asked of you.

You watched the water hit the sink as you cleaned your teeth, the floaty headspace you often felt after a scene with Hoseok had begun to make its presence known. You were sure the entire thing was service submission, something both Hoseok and Jimin had discussed with you before but you found yourself truly enjoying it.

You finished preparing for bed in no time, finding the bedroom empty as you grabbed the clothes Hoseok had placed in a messy pile on the bed. You were sure he had done it so you had to pull them apart in order to sort them the way he had instructed you to but you wouldn’t complain, not when you had no reason to.

The task he had given you was simple enough that it only took you a few minutes, you made a point not to rush. You weren’t entirely sure Hoseok would be happy with you running around to fast-track the tasks he gave you.

You couldn’t bite back the smile that spread across your lips when you got back to the room and found Hoseok sitting on the bed. Despite his fresh face and pyjamas he still excluded a dominant aura, one that you couldn’t resist.

“Come and kneel between my legs sweetheart.” He held a hand out.

You slipped your fingers between his, letting him guide you down on the floor where he wanted you. You were sat between his legs, his height working in his favour as your head levelled comfortably with his thigh. “Rest your head against my leg.”

You let yourself relax against him, his hand carding through your hair as you let your eyes close. The world around you drifted away, the only thing in your vision was him, his touch, the smell of his body wash, the feeling of his thigh touching your face. “Have you had a good day?”

You can’t muster the energy to talk so you settle for a lazy nod, your tongue feeling heavy.

“Feeling floaty?” He asks, his voice nothing more than a whisper.

“Mhm.” You sigh, letting your eyes drift close.

You weren’t sure it was possible to feel even more relaxed than you already did but somehow you slipped into an even quieter sleep.

One that got disturbed too fast.

He apologised as he helped you stand, everything still a blur. “Sorry, let’s get you into bed hm?

“Mine?” You pouted not wanting to be away from the man.

You relaxed only when he shook his head, laughing under his breath. “No, mine sweetheart.”

You loved the sound of that, in fact, the feeling of being inside Hoseok's bed with him beside you, whispering words of praise whilst you slipped into another sleep, this one absolute, was what you were sure to be heaven.

Your own personal heaven.

"I don't know." He whispered. "The window, check out the window, stay low." He instructed.

Wordlessly you slipped from the chair, crouching low as you peeled back the curtain just a fraction, your body going ecstatic with joy at the sight of the people outside the door. "Oh my god."

You ignored Chishiya's questions of "who" and "what" as you tumbled over yourself in a rush to open the door.

"Fuck I'm so glad to see you." You were pulling Kuina and An into your arms ignoring the slight shooting pain the action sent tingling down your arm. "How are you here right now?"

"Someone got a message to us that Chishiya had been hurt, didn't take us long to find the place after it happened." An examplained. "Where is he?"

"Through here." You guided them through the house, Chishiya making a sound of surprise at the sight of them both.

"Why are you here?" He scowled, pushing away his empty bowl.

"Oh, my dearest friend how I missed you." Kuina laughed, relaxing into the empty seat. "You got hurt."

"Attacked but I'm fine." He rolled his eyes, making to stand only to collapse back in his chair with a groan. "Fuck."

"Let me have a look." An offered. "You know I know how to deal with injuries."

"I'm fine YN stitched me up."

"Thought you said I wasn't a doctor." You interrupted, the fight from Chishiya fading as he noticed the serious look in your eye. "Just please let her look."

"Fine only if it gets you to shut up about it." He spits, you try not to feel sad at the way he returns to being spiteful as soon as there are others around you but you can't help it, a subtle frown fitting over your face.

You sit at the table as An and Chishiya disappear towards the bedroom, Kuina waiting until they are both out of sight to talk to you. "How are you? Has he been treating you okay?"

"He's been fine, I don't know why he's acting like this now. We've been through a lot, when the shooting happened my arm got hurt, just a bullet graze." You added at the newfound worry in her look. "But he took care of me, he was kind, we spoke, grew closer."

"So you're okay?" She asks again, just for good measure.

You muster a smile. "I'm okay. What about you?"

"It's been..." she huffs, biting her lips to hide a smile. "Fine."

"Oh come on." You laugh. "Spill."

"When the shooting broke out me and An ran together, and ended up hauled in a caravan hidden in the forest, we kept moving but when we heard the gunshots getting further away we made a break for it here, we weren't followed. We see Arisu and Usagi, he wasn't doing too well." She rubs a hand up and down her arm, and you notice the holes in her clothes, probably from all the running.

"Was he hurt?" You asked, slightly relieved as she shook her head. "Emotionally not great, I think some of us handle it all better than others."

"I hope I get to see him again, he was kind to me." You hated the beach but you were grateful for those it brought to you, the idea of going back to the regular world without them made your heart ache in ways it shouldn't. "Have you been managing to eat?"

"Not much, it's not been safe to go out. The caravan had a weird stockpile of outdated coffee and that managed to hold us down for a while." You felt bad at the luxury you'd had, food, heat and water had all been things most people in the borderlands would have killed for but the thought that you were sleeping in a bed whilst your friends were scavenging to make do with whatever provisions they could find left a bubble of guilt in your stomach.

"We have everything you could need here, feel free to stay. There's water and food, are you hungry?" She nods. "I'll make you something to eat you can go and wash up, it's just out the back, past the small couch there's a door just there." You explain with a smile, already moving to make both her and An something substantial to eat.

"Hey?" She calls out softly from her space in the doorway. "I'm happy you're alive."

"Me too, me fucking too." You smile, letting yourself be pulled into another hug before she slips away to freshen up. "Now the food." You mumble to yourself.

You didn't have much-canned meat left, another week's worth with Kuina and An here, stocking up on spam had been the smartest thing Chishiya had done. You pulled out two tins, heating them on the small stove along with some canned black beans and a tin of soup, it wasn't a meal you'd be proud to serve but that's something you promised to rectify once you figured this world out.

"Something smells good." An whispers from behind you, and you jump dropping the wooden spoon on the floor. "Sorry." She laughed, bending over to pick it up. "Where should I put it?"

"It's okay, just in the bowl there." You point to the small red bucket you'd been washing dishes in, pulling out another. "How is Chishiya?"

"You did well with the stitches considering it's regular thread and needle, it will heal okay. The only issue is that the skin may heal over the stitches, realistically we need some dissolving stitches but he won't die." She explains, wiping her hands. "Is there anything I can do to help?"

"No, sit please, you've been through enough the past few days just rest and I'll take care of it all." You wave her off. "How are you?"

"Doing fine, Kuina explained everything I guessed." An asked, fingers fiddling with the corner of the placemat.

"Yeah, she did." You mumble, still not happy with the conditions they were in. "I'm so-

"I didn't intend to kiss her it just happened." An rushes to explain, lips in a small pout.

Your body froze, Kuina had definitely missed out on that detail. "You what?" You spun on your heel, nearly knocking the pan over.

An looks at you, expression confused. "Kissed he- did she not tell you?"

You shook your head. "She did not."

"Are you upset?" It takes you a second to realise why she's asking, why she thinks you'd be upset.

"You think I'd be upset because you're both girls?" You almost laugh at the absurdity. "Of course not."

"Really?" Kuina asks from the doorway. "I was afraid to tell you."

"No I'm just happy you finally figured it out." They hadn't exactly been the most discreet about their feelings for each other, even if they were both oblivious to the other's feelings. "Let me finish cooking and then I want to know everything."

"Did you shower?" You hear An ask, and from the corner of your eye you see her taking a strand of Kuina's hair between her fingers. "is it okay if I have one?"

It takes you a second to realise she's asking you before you nod in response. "Of course, anything you find here is yours as much as it is ours."

"Talking of ours." Kuina clears her throat, lazing her body over the small counter. "Wanna catch me up on whatever's going on between you two?”

You laugh at the implication of her tone. "Absolutely not."

"Oh come on I'm already depressed here give me something to be excited about." She groans, throwing her head back playfully.

"Fine fine." You huff, moving the food into the set of small bowls you'd left on the side earlier. "Let's talk whilst we eat, let me just see if Chishiya wants anything."

"Such a great housewife." Kuina giggles.

You glare at her before rolling your eyes. "I will put you outside. An here is your food." You smile, passing her the bowl. "Kuina yours is up there." You gesture to the counter.

"Rude." She huffs, you bite back a laugh as you trot your way to the bedroom.

It's weird to see the door to the small room closed, you knock just in case, waiting until he calls you to come in before entering. "Hey."

"Having fun?" He asks, voice raspy. You felt guilty for disturbing him when he was so clearly tired but food would help him recover.

"Yeah." You perch on the end of the bed. "Do you want to eat something?"

"No I'm still full from earlier, go and spend time with them." He groans, a hand to his wound.

You hated seeing him in pain, truth be told you hated seeing anyone in pain but this sucked a little more so. "Is there anything I can do to make you feel comfortable, to ease the pain?"

"I need painkillers." He mumbles, eyes glassy as he looks at you. "Can you get them?"

"Yeah, yeah of course." You were quick to pop out three pills, one extra wouldn't hurt. Uncapping the water to save him the unnecessary strain before handing them both to him. "Here."

He grumbled his appreciation, taking them swiftly. "You should go be with them."

"I will I just wanted to check on you." You huffed. "You've got to let me worry sometimes."

"I'll be fine you don't need to worry." He reassures, pulling the blanket up more. "How long are they staying."

"As long as they want to." You respond, slightly worried he would send them away. "Why?"

He shrugged. "I won't be responsible for them too."

"You know it's funny you say that like An didn't come in here to make sure you weren't dying. You can't survive here alone Chishiya." You argue back, tired of rehashing the same conversation every few days.

"I didn't ask her to come and help." He retorted, his face calm as he closed his eyes and rested against the headboard. "Didn't ask them to come and eat my food, use my water or risk outing our location."

"Oh get over yourself!" You shout, furious that he would be so callous to those you considered friends. "If you didn't want them here they wouldn't be here, how did they find out where we were hm? I'm the only person who knew you were hurt apart from you and I didn't tell them. Whether you admit it or not you like them, and care about them. Maybe not An as much but definitely Kuina. The only person you hurt acting like a stupid angsty loner teenager is yourself."

He cracks an eye open, face smug. "Stupid angst loner teenager?"

"Shut up." You huff, your cheeks blushing red. "I hate you."

"No, you hate that I don't act the way you want me to. I don't know how they figured out we were here, I didn't ask them to come but I won't send them away." You had learned to read his expressions enough to know when he was close to smiling, the light tension in his lips betrayed him, you were sure the second you walked out the door he would break into a grin. "Go and spend time with them, I'll rest and join you later."

"Okay." You agree, pinning the non-argument argument for now. "Sleep well, call me if you need anything."

"Perfect housewife." He teased, you only had Kuina to blame.

"Go to sleep so I can smother you with a pillow." You pout, pulling the door closed slowly.

"I sleep with one eye open." He shouts back before you pull it closed, the tiniest slither of space allowing you to watch him, sure enough, he lays with a smile on his face as he closes his eyes.

"Creep." Kuina is whispered behind you, making you jump. You weren't entirely used to being around anyone other than Chishiya.

You silently pointed to the kitchen, not wanting Chishiya to hear you.

You both break out into a giggle when you get away from the bedroom, An eyeing you both questionably as you explain what happened. "So, there is something between you two?

You contemplate saying anything, Chishiya would complain to Earth's end if everyone knew how soft he was but you couldn't exactly help yourself, it's not like you had an abundance of people to talk to lately.

"Let's sit so you can finish eating and I'll explain." You give in, Kuina moving to take the seat beside An with you opposite them. After a few minutes, you begin explaining.

"He has grown to be really caring, he takes care of me and although it is in his own way I think he genuinely cares. We've done...stuff. I'm kind of scared for whatever happens when we are out of here, if we get out of here. I don't think I'd be okay if he died." You don't let yourself think too hard on that last thought, the mere idea was enough to have your stomach churning.

"To be honest I didn't think he could care about someone other than himself." An replied honestly. "Tsundere doesn't begin to explain him."

Kuina shoves An lightly with her elbow. "What she means to say is that I think you've softened him a little bit. I'm pretty sure he would still shove me to my death before he let you die."

"Don't say that!" You scold, not denying its truth. "I'd kill him."

"You wouldn't." An observes with a smile. "I think you love him."

Your eyes widen at the accusation. "You literally kissed each other."

"I bet you've done way more." Kuina teases, wiggling her eyebrows.

"Okay enough, we are not discussing that." You laugh. "Did you manage to find anything else out about the card games? Chishiya hiked to see if he could see anything but all he found were blimps. I think he wants to join the next diamond game."

"Do you have enough days on your visa?" Kuina asks, smile falling just a little only to widen when you nod. "Good, I think these are the last games but the rules are different, I don't think there are really rules."

You frown, wrapping your arms around your frame. "That's what I'm afraid of."

"But I heard another game was going to start in a few days." An looks up through her lashes.

You swallow, fingers crossed under the table that it wasn't the game of diamonds. "What one?"

"The Jack of Hearts."

You breathe a sigh of relief. "Oh."

"And some guy was predicting we will have the King of diamonds."