𖧷 ginny 𖧷

Everything was going fine in Jeongin’s life. He was dating someone new, had satisfactory career, time-off to see his friends and family (even with his idol schedule), amongst other things. Jeongin was perfectly content with it. That is, until the incident or so he called it that. The particular incident that changed how he viewed relationships. The incident that fragmented his love life. The incident that made him see you in an entirely different light.

The life of an idol was chaotic, complicated and controversial. Jeongin had learned to manage it at a very young age, which added to the controversy of it all. He didn’t struggle with his work-life balance anymore, unless it was a special occasion, usually for comebacks or fan-meets. He even thought about getting a dog at some point, but Minho wouldn’t like it.

 You and your cat spent a lot of time at the dorm and she “strongly dislikes” dogs; he got used to your cat soon enough, anyways. He enjoyed spending his time with her and it made him closer to you; in a platonic way, his intentions weren’t always questionable. Hebelieved that the incident changed him. 

Jeongin arrived home later than usual that night. He spent all day recording and took the girl he was seeing (he still hadn’t asked her to be his girlfriend officially. Formalities were something that he valued a lot in relationships and he didn’t quite feel they were ready to take that step yet) out to the movies.

He was exhausted that night, but he would be free the next day and he wanted to spend his day off lazying around the dorm. He placed his things down on the couch, not caring about annoying his hyungs. The dorm was dark, too dark for a normal night. He walked over to his room and noticed that all the doors leading up to it were open.

Everyone made a habit of keeping their doors open while they slept, unless you slept over. He, then, found your cat sleeping peacefully in his bed. But Minho’s door was open? He swore that it was. You must have had something early the next day and left Minho to care for her, you rarely did that but it wouldn’t be the first time. Jeongin figured that he should go to Minho’s room and get her food and water bowls if she was staying there for the night. His feet took him past Felix’s room, and then Seungmin’s and he stopped at Minho’s door. Eyes widened and jaw dropped almost to the floor. He couldn’t look away, not when it concerned you. 

The room’s lights were dim and a deep blue color. You were there. On the bed. On top of Minho. You were riding Minho in reverse cowgirl position. Jeongin had a perfect view of your body. Minho was sitting against his bed’s headboard, your head was back against Minho’s chest and your and Minho’s eyes were closed shut. Jeongin noticed your face next, one of Minho’s hands was covering your mouth to suppress the noises you were making. Yet he could still faintly hear your muffled moans.

You were topless, Minho’s other hand grabbed at one of your breasts whilst yours handled the other, you rolled your pebbled nipple between your fingers. Your movements were rough, and Minho was out of breath. He looked further down, your dark skirt covered Minho’s crotch, your other hand was grabbing at his thigh for support. Jeongin almost gasped. He felt blood rushing to his crotch, making his jeans tighten and looked down at himself. Am I really that sick? He pondered for a second, until he heard a gasp.

“M-min, I think someone’s there!” You announced with a moan.

Jeongin had never ran so fast in his life. He knew Minho would go after him as soon as you got off him. He reached his room just in time to go unnoticed. He leaped unto the bed, not even noticing that your cat wasn’t there anymore and pretended to be asleep. Minho’s footsteps outside were evident. Jeongin was sure that he was checking the other rooms first as his was the furthest from Minho’s. He felt Minho’s eyes burning through him and he prayed to anyone who would listen that Minho didn’t notice that he wasn’t actually sleeping, that he was still fully dressed.

“Min, I think it might’ve just been Meadow. I found her next to your bathroom.” You whispered. Meadow squirmed in your arms and landed on the floor, entering his room again. “The boys are clearly sleeping. Let’s give it a rest. They probably haven’t even noticed that I’m here, their doors are still open.” He felt someone slowly close the door as if to not wake him up. 

Jeongin barely slept that night for many reasons.Visions of you plagued his mind like nothing else ever had. He couldn’t get over your face, your hands, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, your breasts. He knew you were pretty; he had always thought so. He also knew that your friendship with Minho was a little strange. You were always over at the dorm. At first, they asked Minho if you were dating and he always denied it. So, they just assumed that you were anyways, and that Minho didn’t want to admit that he was vulnerable enough to be in a relationship. 

It became an unspoken rule amongst them, nobody would develop any compromising feelings for you because you were with Minho. You stayed over a lot, too and always slept in Minho’s room. Initially, he pretended to sleep on the couch and leave his room to you but after a while, he just didn’t bother anymore. If Minho’s door was closed, they knew that you were there.

None of them minded having you over. On the contrary, they missed your presence when Minho decided to spend the weekend at yours instead or on particularly busy schedules when you couldn’t visit. You won them over quickly, being effortlessly funny and charming. You would tell them jokes and ask them about their interests. You had deep conversations about parallel universes and aliens with him. You asked him about his other friends and video games and fashion. You gave him dating advice, and always ended it with “but what do I know anyways? I haven’t been on a real date in ages”. He always laughed at that because for him, you had been on dates with Minho for two years.

Unquestioned. Nonetheless, now that he confirmed that you and Minho were, at least, somewhat together, something more than friends; his mind kept going back to you. You, talking to him late at night, you cuddled up to Felix and/or Jisung when they hosted movie nights, you crying whilst watching sad videos on YouTube or TikTok, you that day when you rescued Meadow as a kitten, you laughing at his jokes, you…riding… Minho.

Jeongin thought about touching himself that night but decided against it despite his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He wouldn’t want anyone to jerk off thinking about the girl he was seeing. He felt guilty about the fact that he had recently started dating her, too. Why was he thinking about another person, about you like this? Would this affect his relationship with her? Would this affect his relationship with Minho? Would this affect his relationship with you? How would this affect his relationship with you? Maybe it’ll die down by tomorrow, was how he convinced himself to fall asleep just before sunrise. 

He slept for more than half of the afternoon. But at one point, he couldn’t ignore the laughs coming from the living room. His door had been opened, the things he dropped off in the living room were sitting on his floor and Meadow was standing atop his dresser.

“Good morning, Meadow.” He yawned. He didn’t even think about the night before at first. But as he left his room, you were standing just outside, and his eyes widened. 

“Oh- Hi Innie,” you said with a smile, scrunching up your nose. “How are you feeling?” But, you didn’t even wait until he answered, “sorry, I just came to get Meadow. Y’know, she gets fussy when she hasn’t had her lunch.” As soon as Meadow saw you, she jumped down to the floor. Jeongin knew you were still talking but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. Not when his eyes were fixated on you, bending down to pick Meadow up from the floor, already inside his room.

“So, Innie, are you okay? You look flushed. Do you feel sick?” You asked again and you held your hand up to his forehead, he dodged you. 

“Um, no. I mean, yeah. I-I’m good, noona. T-thanks.” He avoided your eyes as he spoke, mostly because he felt his cock starting to harden at having you close like that, almost touching him. He was ever so thankful for wearing an oversized shirt that covered his crotch. You nodded and made your way back to Minho’s room. You walked with elegant strides and swaying of hips, not matching the fact that you were deep in conversation with Meadow as she squirmed in your arms as usual.

Jeongin spent an hour in the bath, because he felt dirty but also because he was trying to get you out of his head. He refused to touch himself at the thought of you and Minho. He just couldn’t do it. If you were to find out, you’d feel so disrespected, and he could never to that to you. Not when you had been nothing but nice to him. Besides, he didn’t feel particularly attracted to Minho either. 

He always thought you’d be a better match for Hyunjin than Minho. Once he guilted himself into suppressing his erection, he dried off and joined Felix and Seungmin in the kitchen. Minho had cooked chicken breast and rice, Jeongin felt like that was everything they ate now but he didn’t complain because it was your favorite. The loud thud of a door made them turn their heads towards Minho’s room.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You muttered. “See you later, guys.” You grabbed your coat, Minho walked close behind you, without another word, you both left the dorm. They looked at each other refrained from saying anything.

Jeongin returned to his room after eating. He didn’t quite feel like socializing that afternoon. Instead, he spent hours playing video games in silence with Beomgyu and Heesung and cuddling Meadow, who was still there. That was the second indicator that something complicated had happened. Night fell and neither you or Minho had returned or texted. Were you two fighting? Did you figure out that it was him watching you the night before? All kinds of thoughts rushed through his head. He closed his door, in case you returned.

The next day, Minho sent a text to their dorm group chat asking someone to feed Meadow for him. Felix had already fed her. They had dance practice that day, so Jeongin knew that he’d see Minho eventually because nobody could pry Minho away from dancing.

“What do you think happened?” Felix was the first to bring it up on their ride over to work. Jeongin just shrugged to mask his nervousness.

“At first, I assumed she was pissed at him, you know how Minho gets when he’s in one of his moods. But, he didn’t come home, so I don’t know.” Seungmin answered. 

“Should I ask him? Or her? If she comes in for work today.” Felix asked. Jeongin almost forgot that you worked at the company. With you being a producer and songwriter, mainly for Xdinary Heroes and Day6, he didn’t see you much at work; unless you were hunting down Jooyeon who often sought hiding with Chan or when you helped Jisung with lyrics or with recording demos.

 You were never around, Jeongin sometimes caught glimpses of you getting coffee and fruity pastries at the cafeteria. On an average day, Minho or Changbin grabbed them for you. On the rare occasion, Minho would ask Jeongin to get yours too. 

“Minho won’t say anything if it’s personal anyways.” Seungmin added. “She probably won’t either.” Jeongin just shrugged again. What if something happened to you? You would never leave Meadow alone without notice if it wasn’t serious.

When they arrived at the building, Jeongin and Seungmin ordered their morning iced americano at the cafeteria and made their way to the practice room. Jeongin’s gaze instantly fell on Minho, who was dancing. His moves were heavy, and anyone could feel the emotion he was conveying. Minho didn’t talk much, he preferred to show, and dancing was his favorite form of expression. Whatever happened must’ve been hard for you and him, too.

Jeongin looked around the room to notice that Hyunjin, Jisung and Changbin were there already. He took a seat on the couch and took out his phone, he saw that Jiah, the girl he was dating, had texted him. She wasn’t an idol; he tried to date an idol before, but getting around scheduling conflicts was too hard to maintain a relationship. And he didn’t believe in dating without an endgame. He wanted to have a relationship with genuine feelings and a real connection; something that hadn’t happen often in his life. 

He met Jiah through Heesung; she was beautiful, intelligent, hardworking, sweet. When he described his “type”, if that even existed, she had a lot of attributes that fit that idealized imagery. Nonetheless, even if she was almost perfect for him, he didn’t feel such a strong connection with her. They had only been dating for a short few months and he really wanted to give the relationship time to blossom. He was aware that he wasn’t the easiest person to bond with or to get to open up or be vulnerable with, but he was willing to try.

“Minho hyung,” Felix interrupted his thoughts as he entered the room, “What happened to Y/N? Is she okay?” Jeongin face-palmed himself at Felix’s lack of discretion.

“Wait, something happened to Y/N?” Jisung asked, gathering up next to Minho.

“Leave it.” Minho answered as he kept dancing. Felix and Jisung just stared at him, Hyunjin and Changbin joining them. Jeongin and Seungmin remained on the couch, now looking over at the group. They stared blankly at him. Minho sighed. “Fine. If you annoy her, I’ll kill all of you. So, her apartment flooded because her stupid upstairs neighbor left his stupid water running for the whole weekend. And it ruined some wires or something. Now she has no electricity and probably won’t have for about a week or two because people are inept and they have to work on some renovations.”

“Fuck, how is that even possible?” Felix said. “Does she have somewhere to stay?” Minho shrugged. They were aware that your family lived far away from you and you didn’t have many friends outside of work either. 

“We stayed there cleaning everything that got wet. She said that she’d ask JYP if he had an extra room or apartment or something somewhere.”

“She already almost lives at the dorm, why doesn’t she stay with us?” Seungmin deadpanned. Everyone looked back at him. Minho glared.

“She said she didn’t want to bother you and I respect her.” Minho sighed again.

“I don’t mind her staying with us.” Jeongin spoke up before thinking.

“Yeah, of course, we love her.” Felix agreed. “And, Seungmin even suggested it so, we’re good.”

“I kind of told her last night. But she wouldn’t have it.” Minho sighed once more.

“If she feels uncomfortable at yours, Y/N-nnie could stay at ours. But she can’t bring the cat.” Changbin added. Minho glared at him. Aside from Minho, you were closest to Changbin; but you rarely visited his dorm because you didn’t like leaving Meadow alone for too long.

“Okay, so she’ll stay at ours. We’ll negotiate with her at lunch time.” Felix concluded, happily clapping his hands while looking at Seungmin and Jeongin. They nodded while standing up. Jeongin knew that this wasn’t the best way to work with the situation, but he didn’t have a better idea, so he agreed. Minho rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop them. He would always prefer to keep you with him anyways. A very sleep deprived Chan arrived at that moment.

“Why is everyone so tense?” Chan asked. And as synchronized as possible, they rolled their eyes. “Okay, let’s start.”

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Dance practice felt eternal to Jeongin, he assumed Minho was just as irritated. He took every opportunity to judge everyone’s performance as harshly as he could. While, Jeongin was having a hard time concentrating and kept making mistakes. He was worried about your well-being above all. He, of course, had no opposition about you staying at the dorm. He’d do that for any of his friends. But, he was also scared about what that would bring out in him. 

When you were over, Minho was always there. You staying over full-time was different even if it’s for a week, meant that Minho wouldn’t always be there too, leaving an opening for Jeongin to be alone with you. What if something happens? He wished something would but he’d never admit to it. You have a partner and she has a parter, get a grip, he kept thinking. 

“Enough!” Changbin spat. “We’ll call it a day and work double tomorrow, okay?” Everyone nodded, exhausted at the intensity of Minho and the practice alike. Minho scoffed and kept dancing. Jeongin knew Minho well. Therefore, he also knew that Minho was just afraid of how you’d react. You didn’t like people seeing you in vulnerable positions such as this one.

“Okay, we’ll go find her and then what?” Jisung asked, whilst drying his sweat off with a towel. They walked towards the hallway, leaving Chan with Minho back at the practice room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Changbin answered. Jeongin questioned whether that was a good idea or not. He knew you were close to Changbin, probably closer to him than anyone there. But Changbin wasn’t exactly the most tactful person in the group.

“I think she’d like it better if I asked noona.” Hyunjin argued. Yeah, that would probably be better. You and Hyunjin were close too as you shared art, film, and photography as interests, your music tastes were similar too. Jeongin shuddered as he came to the realization that you, in personality, resembled Hyunjin most out of all of them.

“I think it should be one of us,” Seungmin pointed to himself and Jeongin and Felix, “you know, considering she’ll be staying at our dorm.”

“Okay. You three go. And then, we’ll meet at our studio when you finish.” Changbin said. “You got this! Hwaiting!” He raised a fist and jogged off to the stairs. Jisung and Hyunjin followed suit, in defiance. 

They didn’t seem to find you at first. Jeongin knew you had a habit of working yourself too hard, especially when stressed. 

“She’s probably at the studio.” Seungmin suggested. “We could go over there…”

“Minho hyung was busy so I’ll think I’ll get noona her coffee, then.” Jeongin volunteered. “And a donut or something, I don't know.”

“Okay. Meet us there?” Felix asked. Jeongin nodded. He didn’t know your order by heart, but he did have it written down on his notes app. He waited in line at the small coffee shop at the cafeteria. He felt a light tap to his shoulder.

“Hi, Innie.” you greeted. “I hope Meadow didn’t give you too much trouble last night.” He waited a second to turn around. He didn’t feel ready to see your face again. But he did, and you looked as stunning as ever to him. Your face was carefully made up. You were wearing eyeliner and mascara but underneath he could tell that your eyes were still just a little swollen from crying. 

You had your glasses on, something you didn’t usually wear. You wore a casual outfit, nothing too fancy, a white button-down, blue trousers and boots. Your tattoos were slightly visible as you had your sleeves rolled up. As soon as you noticed, you rolled them down. He knew that you were still conscious about showing your tattoos in the workplace.

“H-hi, noona.” He smiled at you. “She doesn’t really care to be nice, does she?” 

“I guess not, huh?” You chuckled. Jeongin’s heart fluttered at that. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda flushed yesterday. And today, too. Is JYP working you too hard? I’ll talk to him.” You raised your fists as if you were punching someone. He snickered at that.

“I’m fine, noona. I promise.” He answered, evading the comment about him being flushed. “We were actually looking for you.” You rolled your eyes at that.

“Oh no. Minho freaking told you, didn’t he?” You started, “I swear, he just doesn’t let me suffer in peace. I don’t want you to worry. Plus, I spoke to Jeongyeon and she told me she’d get me a room at hers since Nayeon is visiting her family this week.” 

“Noona, respectfully, I don’t think Felix’ll take no for an answer. He was very adamant.” 

“What about you? Can’t you be my advocate, then?” You batted your lashes at him jokingly. He looked everywhere except your eyes. 

“Sorry. I won’t take no either.” He shrugged. “So, which pastry?” You looked over at the display and pointed to a strawberry donut as you turned around to grab a table. Jeongin didn’t catch the way you smiled at that. He texted Felix and Seungmin. 

When his order was ready, he joined you at the table. You were frowning at them jokingly.

“Okay, so everything is settled already.” Felix updated Jeongin. “Changbin hyung is taking Y/N-nnie to her apartment tonight and then, dropping her off at ours.”

“Is Minho really okay with this?” You asked as you took your coffee from Jeongin’s hands, your fingers brushed against his and he froze but quickly gained his composure and pulled his chair out.

“C’mon, old man junior would rather die than let you stay anywhere else.” Seungmin answered. “If Minho hyung gets tired of you, we can throw him out. He can stay with Jisung.” 

“And you’re okay with throwing Min out for me?” You asked while looking at Jeongin and Felix. Min, that’s how you referred to him that night. You had never used nicknames when talking about Minho before, at least not with them.

“Yeah, of course, noona. It’d be a relief.” Jeongin joked. You chuckled.

“Okay. Color me convinced. I’d love to see you guys ganging up on Minho for me.” 

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“I’m guessing they’ll give you a key or, like, the passcode or something?” Changbin said. “Y/N, you have to ask for a way in!” You shushed him. He was carrying three suitcases full of your clothing and other important items. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sure we’ll work something out.” You chuckled. “Thanks, Bin. I owe you one.”

“Please. You owe me more than one.” He scoffed. “I introduced you to Minho, remember?” You did; of course you did. Was it possible to forget seeing Minho’s stupid smirk for the first time? Being absolutely breathtaken by him? His sultry eyes following you as you sat down next to Changbin. Changbin’s arm around your shoulders, your face blushing as you felt Minho’s stare. “The fact that he had the audacity to flirt with you while thinking that we were dating.”

“Hey! He openly asked if you were willing to share me. I think that’s pretty noble of him.” Changbin scoffed at that. You and Changbin met while taking a production class in university. He only admitted this to you once, but he thought you were one of the most genuinely talented people he’d ever met; comparable only to Jisung. That was what he told JYP when he was looking to hire a new producer. 

“Please. I would never date you. You’re too lazy and too morally ambiguous. My jutdwae could never.” Minho opened the door.

“Okay, then. Enough slandering my new guest.” Minho said, as he took your bag off your shoulder. 

You and Minho met at a company party. Well, the afterparty at the 3RACHA/Hyunjin dorm. Changbin dragged you there, as you had been working at their company for some odd months but still hadn’t met any of his members. Changbin knew you were shy, so he did all the talking for you at first. He held you close to himself, made you drinks and included you in conversations, until Jisung asked him for help. Then, Minho swept you off your feet. You weren’t sure what initially made you attracted to Minho: his face? His body? His confidence? The sheer arrogance which he carried himself with?

 Minho’s first impression hadn’t exactly been a reflection of the Minho that you had learned to love. He had been cocky and flirty and annoying in your eyes. Your Minho is sweet and funny, caring and a little hot-headed and smart but silly; the same arrogant Minho with so many other layers. He never left your side after that party. 

You remembered exactly when you crossed the friendship threshold. Once he had cleared up that you and Changbin weren’t dating, he got to know you first. Physically, you were everything that he loved. He couldn’t believe that someone as mesmerizing as you existed outside of his imagination, that’s what he told Changbin; and Changbin told you later. He always said that your sense of humor and undeniable charm sealed it for him. 

You were drinking wine at your apartment. Minho had been anticipating this for a while. He looked at you. Then your lips were on his and he woke up in your bed in the morning. And then, you woke up in his the next day. Soon after, Minho asked you to be his girlfriend, but you felt unworthy of it. Minho was such a beautiful human being, and you felt that you weren’t comparable. Your insecurity wouldn’t let you fathom another answer than “I’m sorry”. 

As a result, you agreed to not see each other for a while. You arrived at his room, sobbing, two days later. You agreed to keep what you had, no labels. You don’t know why you had agreed to that instead. Why had that been easier than saying yes? Was it really less hurtful to him as you thought it would? None of you saw other people without agreeing to first, either. You never actually talked about your relationship status; falling into conformity in each other’s arms most night was enough. 

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Jeongin visibly shuddered when he heard you and Changbin outside the front door. He had been on call with Jiah, listening to her talk about her day.  “Um, Jiah. I’m sorry to cut you off but I have to go. One of my housemates needs my help.”

 Technically not a lie.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, right?” Jiah’s voice rang through the phone, but Jeongin was preoccupied with your figure walking down the hall already.

“Yeah. I’ll be there after work.” He answered. “Good night.” And hung up. Meadow was sleeping on his bed, so he knew that you’d be there in no time.

“How is my daughter doing?” He froze upon hearing your voice from his door. Meadow perked up. “I’m sorry for this, Innie.” You sat on the bed. His bed. Meadow jumped on your lap. You laid down. On his bed. Meadow laid down on top of you, cuddling to your face. Jeongin couldn’t get the outline of your breasts out of his head.

“Y/N-ah!” Changbin’s voice rang, followed by a sneeze. “I can’t hang here or I’ll sneeze my life away. You’re welcome. BYE.”

“Bye, Binnie. Thank you! I love you!” You shouted back. I love you? Jeongin had never heard you tell anyone that, not even Minho or Felix or Hyunjin and especially not him or Seungmin.

“Oh, Fuck you!” Changbin answered with a laugh. “I love you Y/N-ah, I love you too, ayen-ah.” Jeongin scoffed as he heard his name. They heard the front door close.

“She missed you.” Jeongin barely mustered the courage to say that, especially when you were on his bed.

“I missed her too. More, probably.” You answered. “It’s crazy how one day you don’t have a care in the world and the next you have a little interdependent feline friend.” You sat up and Jeongin was staring at you. “Sorry, Innie. I know you don’t like having people in your room.”

“I think Meadow kind of changed that in me.” He said. “I don’t mind having you here, noona. Just as long as you’re not too annoying, please. I need my peace.”

“Noted.” You said whilst getting up. “I’ll go unpack now. Goodnight, ayen-ah.” You teased, taking Meadow into your arms and leving the room, and his door remained open that night.

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You kept thinking about that night too; even as you laid down in Minho’s bed, something you were used to by then. You swore that you saw someone at the door, watching you and Minho. So far none of the members were acting differently towards you. It could’ve just been your overly active imagination or Meadow lurking. Minho entered the room with a glass of water for you.

“Here jagi,” he placed the glass in your hand, “for your vitamins and the birth control.”

“Thanks, Min.” You said and searched for your pill organizer on the nightstand. You weren’t too fond of taking birth control, but it was easier than being perpetually anxious about pregnancy scares. 

“Thank you for staying here.” He said as he laid down next to you. “I want you to feel comfortable with us. I’m sorry if I was too intense last night.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I thought about it all day today.” You reassured. “If our roles were reversed, I would’ve bothered you until you agreed to stay with me. I just didn’t want to bother the kids. But they said they would gang up on you if you said you wanted me out.” Minho chuckled at that.

“Hah! They know they can’t take me.” There was a pause. “Okay, maybe Changbin or Chan hyung, but they don’t live here, do they?” He smirked and pulled you closer to him. “It’s been a tough few days for you. Let’s try to sleep.” 

You cuddled up to him, and the night fell calmly.

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Jeongin couldn’t sleep again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in his bed. How you would feel pressed up to him. How sex would feel like with you. You, who were equally as passionate as you were talented. Would you be gentle with him? Would you be rough like you were with Minho? Jeongin wasn’t very experienced. He’d only had sex a handful of times before, but when he did, it was never a one night stand or just a fling. He liked having a deeper connection with someone before getting to that stage, he felt like he had one with you. 

Maybe that’s what was wrong with his brain; he saw you naked and thought back at your relationship, established that you had a connection and then he wanted to fuck you. He hadn’t even had sex with Jiah yet. Maybe he needed to get that off his chest and he’d stop thinking about you. 

Jeongin sighed and got up, walking to the kitchen. He saw the light on and supposed it was Felix and the repercussions of his habit of playing League of Legends at 3am. He almost jumped when he saw you.

“Hi noona.” He said and yawned, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. He took a glass from the cabinet but dropped it due to his shaking hands. It didn’t break, as it fell unto the carpet. Jeongin thanked God for that. You rushed over to him anyways.

“Are you actually okay, Innie?” You asked. He was always a little nervous around you, he was aware of that and you were aware of that too. “Sit down. I’m making tea. Maybe that’ll help with whatever you’re going through.” He nodded and did as you told him. He didn’t talk much, you usually broke the ice with him. “So, Minho’s sleep schedule doesn’t align with mine. I think I’ll crash on the couch for the rest of the night. He goes to sleep too early, you know? And wakes up even earlier.”

“Yeah, he tends to do that.” Was all Jeongin could say. 

“I have a terrible sleep schedule, though. So, I guess I’m the problem here.” You kept speaking as you served the two cups of tea. “You want some ice cream or something?” He shook his head. 

“I’m on a diet right now.” He replied.

“I respect that.” You placed his cup on the table before him. He caught a glimpse of your cleavage as you leaned down and he felt his cock twitch. “But, this doesn’t really happen every day. Like, what are the odds of you and me, drinking tea at the witching hour on a random Tuesday.” 

“Fine.” He said in defeat. He really was craving something to eat. He knew about your sweet tooth and wished he could be less restrictive to be able to actually enjoy it with you.

“It’s frozen yogurt anyways… so it’s kind of healthy?” You added, doubtfully. You placed a tub of mango flavored frozen yogurt and two spoons next to his cup of tea. You took the seat beside him instead of your usual seat. “I hope you don’t mind sharing what’s left.”

“It’s fine.” He took a few sips of his tea whilst you checked your phone. You always tried to fill in the gaps of silence with him and he felt the need to do it now. He scanned your face, you looked tired. Your eyes weren’t swollen like earlier, you didn’t have makeup on so he could study your expression lines and the dark circles beneath your eyes. “Are you okay, noona?” 

“Hm?” You look up to him. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about me, Innie. I’m, like, so old and I’ve been through everything.” You were just a little younger than Minho so that made him laugh. He called Minho old, but he never saw you as old. “What? You can’t make fun of an auntie! C’mon!” He laughed a bit more. You smiled at that. “In all seriousness, I’m fine. Jeongyeon offered me a place to stay but I’d rather be here with you.” His heart fluttered at that and he was sure that he blushed, too. You grabbed a spoon and started eating the not-so-frozen yogurt. “Eat too, please. It’ll be normal yogurt by the time you finish your tea.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, noona.”

 And your heart fluttered too.

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Jeongin was able to finish his schedule for the day quicker than anticipated. He was running on caffeine and no sleep, after all. When he returned to his room after his conversation with you the night before, he couldn’t prevent his nonstop blushing or his ultimate feelings of guilt and embarrassment. He still couldn’t comprehend how he went from being nothing but courteous and careful about you to this whole mess of a person he had become. He hadn’t seen Minho or you that day, he was thankful for that. Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Were you recording in the room next to theirs? Were you working in your office? 

He decided to get a coffee for himself and before he consciously consult his thought process, he had ordered one for you too. He knew that it was unusual for him to buy things for someone if they weren’t specifically asked for. He even considered giving your highly complex coffee order to someone else. His feet carried him to you. He passed by the studio first, but you weren’t there. Then, he walked to your office. He breathed in, trying to decipher an incomprehensible conversation inside, and knocked on your door.

“Yes? Come in!” You half-shouted from the inside. He opened the door and saw you sitting at your desk, with a pen and notebook in hand. Despite having multiple computers or digital instruments to work with, you always leaned to using the rawest form of creation. Hyunjin and Jisung were sitting on the chairs next to you. You didn’t even look up to him. “You see? Once you add this phrase, that whole verse doesn’t make sense. I think it’ll be better to leave it for the bridge and have cohesion overall. But, it’s your call.” Then, you looked up to him and immediately smiled. “Oh! Hi, Jeongin. What’s up?” You looked down at his hands next.

“Ah! Um, I know you had trouble sleeping last night and, uh, I got this for you. As a gratitude, for the tea, you know…” He said and mentally face-palmed himself. He walked closer to you and placed the coffee on your desk.

“Ah, Innie. I really appreciate it but you didn’t have to. Thank you, really.” You smiled as you lifted the cup to your lips. Jeongin gulped as your lips parted. “Oh, actually, are you busy tonight?” He looked at Hyunjin and Jisung’s eyes for the first time then. He couldn’t bear to look at yours; not when he was imagining how your darling lips would look around his cock.

“Oh? Yeah. I’m hanging out with Jiah, you know, the girl I told you about.” He nervously answered.

“AH! That’s even better than what we were going to ask you!” Jisung said as he stood up. He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin as he wrapped his arm around him. “So, are you going to ask her to be your giiiiirrrrllllfriend?” Jisung sang the last word.

You and Hyunjin were staring at him curiously now.

“Ah, hyung, why would you-,” he cut himself off, “it’s not like that yet. We’re just getting to know each other…” You stood up and placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Jisung, concentrate. I have other things to do than just give you advice that you won’t take! Let’s just keep going.” You said, lifting your hand off his shoulder. “Thank you so much, Innie. I’d love to have you here any time except for now because Jisung can’t concentrate if there’s more than two people here.” You glared at Jisung as Hyunjin chuckled.

“HEY! I’m more than capable of being serious when..” Jisung started but Jeongin cut him off.

“Oh, yeah. I, sadly, do know Jisung can be like that.” He said and smiled. “Bye, noona. Good luck!”

“HEY! Why are you talking to your hyung like that! Yan-” Jisung started but Jeongin made his exit before he could continue, a satisfied grin on his face due to his annoyance of Jisung. You walked out of the office.

“Hey, Innie! Are you leaving just right now?” You asked as he walked away.

“Yeah. Do you need a ride?” He predicted, you nodded.

“Yeah, I just need 5 minutes with Jisung and Hyunjin and I’ll be out. I can ask Binnie if you’re in a rush. It’s just that Minho isn’t here today and I-” You replied, he held up one hand to stop you from apologizing.

“Don’t worry, I can wait.”

“Thank you so much, Innie. You’re really saving me these days.”

Jeongin texted Jiah that he’d arrive a few minutes later than expected. He planned on stopping at the dorm to freshen up, anyways. He pondered how he would handle the situation with Jiah, not being sure that his feelings for her were actually blossoming or not. 

“Jeonginnie!” Jisung said as he walked out of your office. “Have fun at your date tonight!” He winked at Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at Jisung. You walked out with Hyunjin after Jisung left.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked you in his soft voice. Jeongin perked up when he heard that, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Yeah, count me in. That sounds exciting.” You answered and smiled widely at Hyunjin. 

“Sounds great. I’ll pick you up early, then. We’ll get breakfast if you want.”

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You said, he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. Jeongin stared at you as you hugged him back. Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your head as he pulled away. Jeongin deadpanned. What did Hyunjin think he was doing? You’re Minho’s girlfriend! Minho would surely lash out at him if he saw that. 

“See you tomorrow, princess. Bye bye, Jeonginnie!” Hyunjin said and you waved as he walked away. 

You walked to his car in silence, while texting someone an apparently long message. When you got in, his stomach flipped. You looked so pretty in the passenger seat of his car. He would gladly take you to and from work everyday if he could admire the simplicity of your beauty like that: the face-framing pieces of your hair were tucked in, you had taken off your blazer, your makeup had oxidized a bit due to wear. And your smell, you smelled like rosemary, your strawberry mocha and a sweetness he couldn’t decipher.

“Sorry for the wait.” You spoke up as he started the car.

“Ah, don’t worry about that. I agreed to wait, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it was like 15 minutes instead of 5. I kind of felt guilty for not taking Hyunjin’s offer tonight.”

“Right, busy day tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we were going to go today… to a photography exhibit not too far from here. But, I’m so exhausted. Plus, Minho’s out all weekend camping and, y’know he invited everyone to catch up with him tomorrow. Camping isn’t really for me, though. I’m more of a homebody. Plus, don’t tell the boys, but I’m also in dire need of some peace and quiet.” You chuckled. He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You don’t like camping?” 

“I don’t, particularly. I can go, but if someone else volunteers, that’d be better. Do you like it? Are you going to meet up with Minho too?” You chuckled again. 

He shook his head. It was then that Jeongin tensed up and realized this is the first time that he’s been entirely alone with you in an inescapable place. The drive wasn’t long, approximately 5 minutes left, but he underestimated the effect you were having on him. 

“Is your day busy tomorrow?” You interrupted his thoughts.

“Huh?” he was deep in thought. “Oh, no. I’m going to work out and then rest.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked. “I asked Minho if I could invite Hyunjin and he said he’d think about it, but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it? Felix and Seungmin already bailed on us to go camping.”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t mind. I actually have this horror film that I really want to watch and you know Yongbok doesn’t like them.” He replied. Why had he been the last person you asked, though? He knew that you were probably closer to Felix than him but you definitely weren’t closer to Seungmin, from his perspective.

“Great! It’s settled then.” 

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Jeongin met Jiah at a restaurant near her apartment. He had gotten there a few minutes later than anticipated.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” He said as he sat down. “You look great.” She really did, Jiah always looked great. 

“Thank you so much, Jeongin. You do too.” She replied with a smile.

“Were you able to order ahead?”

“Yes… Food’s supposed to be here soon enough.”

“Thank you so much. I’m kind of starving.” She smiled sympathetically at him which alerted him. 

“Jeongin?” She asked, after a long pause.

“Yeah?”

“I actually invited you here to talk to you about something…” The waiter arrived with the food. When he left, she continued with a sigh. “I wanted to talk about us…” Jeongin swore he felt his heart stop for a moment then. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what we have and myself, too. I-I was recently offered a job opportunity in the United States. It’ll be a great work opportunity for me but I’d have to be there for at least a year…” She took a breath. “I thought about long distance, we’ve sort of been there before, right? But, a year is such a long time. I don’t want to tie you down by forcing you to be with me and not even being in the picture…”

“Hey.” He said gently, “I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m so happy you have this opportunity. Please don’t feel sorry for me. You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity. You love your job so much. So, if you want to take it, please take it… Don’t think about me or anyone else when it comes to this.”

“No, don’t say things like that, I’m going to cry.” She sniffled. Jeongin chuckled at that.

“Oh no. You can’t cry here. They’ll charge us extra if you do.” She chuckled at that. “In all seriousness, though, I’m not getting in the way of your career goals, just like you haven’t gotten in the way with mine. I support you entirely. Plus, you don’t know where we’ll be in a year or two. Perhaps you’ll be in the US, having fun at a local bar with your new work friends because they gave you a promotion. Or maybe we’re back here, catching up about our recent endeavors.”

“Oh, Jeongin.” She said melancholically. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course.” 

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Jeongin dropped Jiah off at her door, looked back and drove away. It was then that it hit him that he, now, didn’t have anyone to go on dates with or to rely on when he was sad or frustrated. Funnily enough, this had been the first night that he felt a more genuine connection with her. His eyes filled with tears for the first time that night. The drive to the dorm was quiet, and he was so deep in thought that not even you crossed his mind.

When he arrived, every door was closed so he sat down on the sofa and pondered about where his feelings have been during the past week, shedding a tear or two in the meantime. He cried for Jiah, and Minho, and you. But as if you were calling to him, he overheard you. At first, it was an accident. 

“Min- I’m sorry to call you all of a sudden while you’re having fun.. No, it’s not that, everything’s okay here…” You softly started. “But, I’ve been having this question in my brain all day.” There was a pause. “We’re together, right? I am your girlfriend?” Jeongin knew he shouldn’t be listening to that but his feet carried him closer to Minho’s door. “It’s just that… I’ve been having these weird feelings lately, um, well, it’s been a while now and… I don’t think I’m a good girlfriend, Min…” 

Jeongin felt terrible as he heard you sniffle, he wanted to hug you tightly, to kiss your tears away. He also wanted to continue listening but decided that your privacy was more important. So, he walked over to his shared bathroom and ran a bath for himself. 

And he contemplated the absurdity of it all, how both you and him were having such complicated feelings about your relationships at the same time. Him, having been broken up with, and yours, for whatever reason. 

He dozed off for a second, for the first time in days, he felt too tired to lie awake. He, then, dried himself off and exited the bathroom. He wanted to walk back to Minho’s door, to you, but he decided against it. He didn’t hear any crying either, so he returned to his room. That was the first night since the incident where Jeongin had a decent sleep.

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You were gone when Jeongin woke up. He couldn’t sleep in often due to his frequent morning schedules and he took the opportunity every time he could to do so. It was already past eleven and he still needed to go to the gym. He pondered if he should bother eating breakfast until he walked into the kitchen. 

A yellow sticky note was stuck to the fridge door and in your writing it read:

Hi Jeonginnie. I guess it’s tomorrow by the time you read this. I ordered tteokbokki for two out of habit. There’s one for you inside. -Y/N

Jeongin furiously blushed at that. He was well aware that when you made a double order you were just thinking about Minho. Still, you gave it to him. You could’ve eaten it later that day, but you decided to give it to him. He scanned the fridge for the bowl and heated it up. He hadn’t craved tteokbokki in a while, but he would never deny it when it came from you.

He ate the mildly spicy beef tteokbokki and kept the sticky note in his pocket. He played Animal Crossing in his room for an hour. He wasn’t used to playing games that weren’t violent, but Felix convinced him to try it out. It did help him relax these days where he’s been on edge. 

He didn’t feel like going out anymore, the comfort of his bed lured him but had to force himself to do so. He spent an hour working out at the gym, an activity he usually did with Minho. He couldn’t stop thinking about Minho or Jiah, or you and Hyunjin and whatever you were doing. 

After working out, he went to the grocery store and picked up different food options, in hopes of changing their menu for the following week. When he arrived to the dorm, he saw Hyunjin’s car parked in Minho’s spot. He sighed and walked up the stairs to their floor. He opened the door to see you and Hyunjin sitting on the sofa. Hyunjin’s arm was sitting on top of the sofa behind you. 

Jeongin’s heart started beat faster when yours and Hyunjin’s eyes shifted to him. He stared at both of you for a second; if you had been a couple, you’d be the prettiest couple he’d seen in real life. He knew that Hyunjin was a very explicit romantic and very attentive to detail which paired well with your giving nature. Jeongin noticed some new cat-friendly flowers on a vase in a bookshelf that Meadow never jumped on. 

He also noticed that you had a new Versace scarf wrapped around one of the handles of your purse. He felt a cold sweat. Could Hyunjin be any more sleazy? Taking you on a date while Minho was away, buying you gifts, putting his arm around you. Who does he think he is? 

“Jeongin!” Hyunjin exclaimed as he stood up to wrap an arm around him. But, Jeongin couldn’t play along, not when he was so explicitly flirting with you, something none of them dared to do, or did they? Hyunjin dragged him to sit on the sofa between you two, his clothed thigh brushing against your bare one. “How did your date go yesterday?” Jeongin wasn’t expecting that question.

“Uh, yeah, not great.” He answered while slightly blushing.

“Wait, what happened?” You asked with a concerned expression, putting your hand on his thigh. He automatically jumped and you immediately removed your hand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Uh, she dumped me? I guess. She’s moving in like a month.. to the US.” You gasped.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry, Innie. I know that you liked her a lot.”

“Yeah, me too, Jeonginnie. How are you?” Hyunjin asked, a question that had plagued him for a while. 

“Thanks and, um, I’m okay. It’s weird but we weren’t together for long so… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.” You both nodded at his response.

“So, Hyunjin is bailing on me too.” You changed the conversation topic. 

“Ah, no! You don’t get it, STAY asked me for that live. I forgot it was tonight but I can’t let them down. I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t interacted with them, you know that.” He leaned over Jeongin’s lap to take your hand. “I’ll make it up to you.” Jeongin couldn’t help but make a disgusted expression. 

“I’m kidding. I don’t mind. STAY is more important than watching a movie.” You chuckled, shaking your hand off his. “You’re traumatizing Innie.”

“Sorry, Jeonginnie. This is how our dynamic works.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jeongin. Jeongin rolled his eyes at Hyunjin. Being around Hyunjin and him making flirty remarks at Jeongin always made him nervous, even if he played it off. You made him nervous too, he was on the shier side with women in general. He avoided eye contact with you and his other hyungs’ girlfriends at first. 

He worked a lot on being comfortable with you during these past years, just to not be able to look at you in the eyes anymore. Jeongin remembered the forgotten grocery bags next to him and walked over to unload them in the kitchen. He heard Hyunjin’s voice and stood in the kitchen doorway.

“I have to get going. I need to get some makeup on me before the live.”

“You look good just like this, though. I’m sure that STAY will like you  this way, maybe even a little more.” You smiled at him as you stood up to walk him out. He blushed. Jeongin imagined you telling him that. “Thank you for everything, Hyunie. I had so much fun.” Jeongin’s heart fell at your use of a nickname when referring to Hyunjin.

“I’ll gladly take you out again whenever you want. Ask and you shall receive.” Hyunjin smiled sheepishly at you. His hand squeezed your waist as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingered on you more than a friend’s would, in Jeongin’s opinion. “Bye, princess.” He looked at Jeongin. “Bye, Jeonginnie, stop being a pervert. We’re all friends here.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out the door. You turned to Jeongin’s direction and your face was a deep red color, just like his.

“Sorry about that. You know Hyunjin, he’s just teasing.” You justified while awkwardly smiling. You walked over to Minho’s room and opened to door to open his door, revealing a sleeping Meadow. 

Hyunjin was less allergic to cats than Changbin, he had no problem taking his allergy pills beforehand but you didn’t want to inconvenience him if it was a shorter stay. Meadow didn’t mind being in Minho’s room, she didn’t even wake up when you opened it. 

“Um, I’m going to shower.” Jeongin announced. “We can watch the movie afterwards, if you want.”

“Yeah, only if you still want to…” You looked up at him.

“Of course, noona.” He grinned. Jeongin was quick to say yes to anything you asked him to do. 

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Jeongin had questioned his abilities to self-regulate before the incident, but he never felt that he could become so out of touch with them. He felt like a schoolboy around you; he blushed when your eyes met his, his heart beat faster whenever he heard your voice, he replayed scenarios of you fucking him before going to sleep. He couldn’t help but pray every time these came to mind. 

His guilt was eating him up, and he felt it served him right for being so reserved all of the time. He had nobody to seriously talk to about this. Anyone he told, would probably tell Minho in a heartbeat. He tried to sigh everything out during his cold shower before having to face you. 

When he left the bathroom, you had the living room set up. You had pushed both sofas against each other, into a makeshift bed of sorts. Jeongin gulped. There were snacks and blankets on the sofa, two tables next to the sofas, on top of those tables were your water bottles and some diet soda. Jeongin gulped once more.

 Did you expect him to lay down next to you? If it were any other member, he’d understand, but him? Jeongin was practically allergic to skinship and everyone knew it. He had avoided any close proximity to you since he met you, not having hugged you even once in those two years. 

“Ugh, Innie?” You snapped him out of his thoughts. “Are the couches good like this? This is how we always do it at the 3racha dorm, but I know you don’t like being close to anyone.” You chuckled. He smiled nervously, thinking: would it be weird to say no when everyone else is okay with it?

“Anything’s good with me, noona.” You stepped closer to him, squinting, as if you were inspecting his expression. 

“C’mon, Innie. You can drop the formalities, you know? No one else calls me noona. And, I really won’t be offended if you don’t like the arrangement just because I’m older than you. Plus, it’s not even that much of an age gap anyways.”

“Okay, Y/N, better?” You nodded. “I’m fine with it, really. You’re being, like, Jisung annoying right now.” You clutched your heart in your chest.

“Ouch, okay. That hurt. I didn’t need the full hyung experience either.” You pouted. 

“I’m sorry noona. I-”

“Innie, I’m totally kidding. My best friends are Bin, Minho and Jisung so I’m used to it. You don’t need to be so nervous, okay? I won’t tease you anymore, sorry about that.” He chuckled nervously. “C’mon.” You tugged at his arm. 

Your makeshift bed wasn’t the best way to watch the movie but it was more comfortable than he expected. The couches weren’t big, he knew that but they were big enough to accommodate you two without having to touch each other whilst laying down. The movie was playing but he couldn’t stop staring at you every minute or so until you blankly stared at him. 

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked, pausing the movie.

“W-what? I’ve never been mad at you.”

“Innie, you’ve been staring at me nonstop with this ultra concerned expression. What’s on your mind?” His heart started racing.

“Um, nothing really. I’m just not all there, you know, I just broke up with Jiah…and…”

“You want to talk about it?” He shook his head. 

“Okay. I just feel like there’s something here that you don’t want to talk about. Like, um… maybe you… watching me and Minho in a compromising position that night?” FUCK.

“Fuck, noona, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wanted to get Meadow her food and…and…” Jeongin felt tears welling up, his mind rushing with every self-deprecating thought he could muster up.

“No, no, baby, no. I’m not mad at you.” You reached up to him and gently took his face in your hands. “Innie, I’m sorry about you having to see that. At first, I really doubted that anyone had seen us but you’re kinda being more jittery than usual. I’m really sorry, Innie. I feel so bad.” His face felt warm in your hands, his expression was guilt-ridden and it absolutely broke your heart. You let go of his face once he looked at you.

“No, noona. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And then, I just was so shocked. T-then Minho hyung came out and I thought he would kill me.”

“No, Innie, of course not. Minho would never, it was our fault for leaving the door open anyways…” You started. “I’m so embarrassed.” You nervously took a sip of your water, covering the crimson blush that formed on your face. “I’m sorry if I made things weird. I just couldn’t handle not knowing.”

“You’re really not mad, noona?” You shook your head.

“Are you sure that you’re not traumatized?”

“Maybe, but not in the way you’d think…” He impulsively declared, both of your eyes widening. 

“So, in what way then?” You interrogated, your voice expressed both curiosity and intrigue. Jeongin swallowed.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it… You and Minho hyung… you know… Ugh…”

“So, you really didn’t know that me and Minho slept together?” Your voice was sardonic.

“No, I did, but seeing it was… weird.”

“Did you like it kind of weird?” You asked, more directly this time, maintaining eye contact with him. He scanned your expression for a moment. He sighed. 

“Fuck… yes.” Was all you needed to hear before smashing your lips onto his. His eyes closed at the second he felt you; your hands were wrapped around his neck, your eyes were closed and his heart was beating out of his chest when reality hit him. What were you doing? Wouldn’t this piss Minho off? You separated yourself from him.

“Innie? Are you going to kiss me back or did I royally misread into this?” You asked, blushing. He grinned. His hands found the small of your back and pushed you towards him again, meeting you into the kiss. You deepened the kiss, your tongue asked for entrance and he gladly allowed it. He had never felt whatever this was. 

You were now straddling his lap, his arms were wrapped around you, his cock had been hard since you slipped into the couch and you could feel it. His boxers were now soaked with pre-cum but he was entirely unbothered by that. You ground yourself in his lap and Jeongin couldn’t help but let out a thirsty moan from deep within him. He separated himself from you then. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, Minho’s image kept playing in his head.

“Noona. What about Minho hyung?” You chuckled. 

“Minho is my boyfriend…but we do this from time to time, if we especially like the person.” You started, catching your breath. “And, I really really like you, Innie.” That was enough for him, he stood up and held one hand for you and led you to his room. Jeongin’s self consciousness came out at that moment. His room wasn’t too messy but it wasn’t tidy either, a typical boy room with his game remotes and consoles laying out. 

“Baby, stop overthinking…just enjoy this. I’ve been wanting this for a while now” you confessed. Jeongin blinked a few times, in absolute shock. “What?”

“You’ve been wanting this?”

“Of course, Innie. We can talk about it if you want.” You suggested, he nodded and returned to your lips as you straddled him once again. He pulled away and sheepishly smiled at you, tugging his shirt off. 

His chest was broader than you anticipated, his muscles were well defined. You dragged a hand through his torso, stopping at the patch of hair below his belly button before you followed him suit, taking off your shirt as well. He stared at your breasts that sat comfortably in your black lace bra. Jeongin’s imagination ran wild during the past week, not expecting to actually perceive them in real time.

“Ah, so you like boobs after all.” You chuckled as your hands reached to open your bra clasp. Jeongin’s hands helped you finish removing it.

“Can I?” He asked and looked down at your breasts, in awe as you lifted them up from sagging. You nodded. His hands replaced yours, long fingers grabbing at your pebbled nipple. His mouth latched on to your other nipple and harshly tugged at it, you moaned at that and felt Jeongin smirk beneath you. 

He couldn’t get enough of you. This is the connection he had always been yearning for when he slept with someone. Jeongin felt your hand wander down between you and stroke his forgotten erection. He moaned at your movements around his clothed length.

“Innie, I’m so wet for you.” You confessed, making him moan again. 

“Noona, you can’t say that. I’m going to bust and I haven’t even felt you.”

“We can’t have that, then.” You said as you tilted his face upwards with your free hand, to look at you. “I kind of need you inside me now.” You moaned whilst grinding your hips into his. Jeongin swore that he could see stars. He slightly lifted you off him and leaned over to his bedside table. He neatly grabbed a condom out of a box. 

“Don’t you want to feel me raw?” You asked as you tilted your head. Jeongin could feel chills down his spine.

“B-but, noona. I don’t want to get you, uh, pregnant or anything…” Nonetheless, his cock twitched at the thought.

“Oh, trust, that won’t happen. I take my birth control almost religiously.”

“And what about STIs?”

“I’m clean, Minho’s clean too.” He cringed at your obscene mention of Minho. “The company gets us tested regularly, too. But if you want to use the condom feel free to do so.” The condom was discarded on the floor as soon as you confirmed that you were clean.

“I’m sorry to ask this but can we skip foreplay? I promise that I’ll make it up to you.” He asked as he lowered his sweats. You nodded. He lowered his underwear to reveal his leaking cock. You stared at it, making him feel self conscious. His dick was beautiful, the perfect size and girth, not too long or too thick. You didn’t fail to notice the many beads of pre-cum leaking over his angry, pink head, onto the curly patch of hair at its base. 

“Wow, Innie. You’re so beautiful.” You said, your eyes twinkling. He smiled shyly. 

“Can I see you?” He asked, with a hand working on his cock, the other reached to your pajama pants. You helped him lower them doing, revealing your soaked, black lace underwear. He took his hand off his cock to lower those himself. 

He was in awe of your beauty, a goddess in his eyes. Your plush body, your soft curves and your gorgeous cunt. Jeongin didn’t know vaginas could be that beautiful but as soon as he caught sight of yours, he knew he wanted to worship it forever. To worship you. “You’re incredible, noona.” He expressed as you laid down on his bed. 

He could see your wet folds and he felt the need to taste you. Jeongin lowered his head to your cunt, the soft hair adorning it tickled his face as he experimentally licked it. You moaned at that, surprised at him going down on you, having asked earlier to skip foreplay. He kept making out with your cunt, while you shuddered at the feeling of him going down on you. He moaned at you, your sounds, your taste, the visions of you.

“Can I fuck you now, noona? Please? I’ll cum if I don’t.”

“Yes, Innie. I’m yours.” You replied, your head was thrown back. He dragged the head of his cock between your folds and gathered your juices. His cock’s head bumped your entrance making both of you moan. He slowly pushed in, moaning with every drag inside you. 

“You’re too tight, noona. Is Minho not fucking you good enough?” He smirked. 

“Oh, he is and even if he wasn’t, Hyunjin’s good too. I’m pretty satisfied.” You replied, he thrusted in harshly, filling you up completely.

“So, I’m not that special, huh? You’ve just been fucking everyone here?” He panted as he kept erratically thrusting inside you. You moaned ever so sweetly at his movements and Jeongin swore that he would come right then. The sounds of your bodies meeting would take him over the edge at any minute. The warmth of your cunt was incomparable to anything that he had ever experienced until that moment. He knew not to worship the mundane, but how could he not, when you exist. 

“Hmmm. Maybe. But nobody except Minho has gotten me raw before.” You said in between pants. “So, I guess you are that special after all.” He moaned. He could feel your pelvis against his as he thrusted, his head was hidden in your neck. He sucked hickeys onto it, making sure Minho knew who fucked you as he left his marks. 

“Noona, you’re so fucking good. You’re so … fucking…perfect.” He said in between trusts. He could feel you clenching against his cock, moaning in perfect harmony. “I want to be inside you every day.”

“You might have a bit of competition there.” You said, catching his gaze. He smirked at you.

“I don’t care.” He pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. You caught onto him and bent over. He slid in quickly, your wetness welcoming him warmly. “You have me now. You don’t need anyone else.”

“Innie, you feel so great. I can feel you throbbing. Are you close?” He moaned at that. “You want to cum?” His thrusts became frantic and sloppy, nearly slipping out of your soaked cunt multiple times. “Honey, do you want to cum?” He moaned once again as he buried his face in the back of your neck. His legs were almost giving up, his hands grabbed your hips so harshly that you knew bruises would form on your sensitive skin.

“Yes, noona. I’ve been holding it for so long.” He moaned deliciously. “I want to cum so badly. You feel so…” He paused when you clenched around him, making him feel every warm and wet crevice of your cunt.

“You want to cum inside, Innie?” You asked and clenched around him again. He moaned once again, speeding up his thrusts.

“N-noona, I can’t… N-…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the feeling of your warm walls made him unload. He came in ropes and ropes of warm, thick seed inside of you. Your sweet sounds further pushing him over. His orgasm felt like a lifetime. He took a second to catch his breath. “Are you insane?” You chuckled at that.

He had never felt closer to anyone before, feeling his overstimulated cock inside your cum-flooded cunt. His cum inside you; that was a fantasy in itself. 

“Hey! You’re the one who couldn’t even hold on for a second after me asking that.” You replied. “It feels good. You were really saving it up, huh?” He blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I didn’t even get you to finish. Let me.” He slowly pulled out with a hiss and you shifted to lay on your back. Then, he lowered himself down to your pussy, basking in the sight of his cum oozing out of you. The door swiftly opened to reveal a very intense-looking Minho. Jeongin froze for a second, quickly pulling himself back from your body.

“Okay! Honeymoon’s over.” Minho smirked. “Hi jagi. You look deliciously fucked out.” He scoffed at Jeongin’s shocked expression. “What? Weren’t you just raving about how we don’t fuck her well enough? Don’t tell me you’re all scared now?” He smirked again and sat on the bed next to you.

“You let him cum inside, really?” Minho whined and pouted. “You didn’t let me hit raw until, like, the fifth time.” Jeongin grinned at that, Minho glared at him.

“Sorry, Min. He was just too good to me. I was so desperate.” You chuckled and extended your arm to Jeongin. He, hesitantly, laid down next to your form, you cuddled up to him.

“Well, since you like him that much, I think I’ll eat him out of you.” Minho teased.

He lowered his head to your core to lick at it. You stared at up Jeongin, not missing the way he licked his lips at the sight of Minho between your legs. You moaned into Jeongin’s chest as Minho worked his expert tongue on you. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss and he couldn’t help but feel envious at how well Minho knew your body.

He had you cumming in mere minutes. Your kisses intensified as you came to your high. Your sweet moans and the way your skin felt hot against him had Jeongin leaking precum again. Minho chuckled as he gave one last kiss to your folds. 

He raised his head to look at you both. Jeongin had pulled his boxers on but his bulge was visibly hard beneath them. 

“I expect you to make her cum next time.” He announced. Jeongin rolled his eyes. Next time?

“I was about to when you interrupted us, hyung.” He argued. Minho chuckled as he, visibly hard too, kissed your lips. “Plus, I didn’t give you permission to satisfy your sexual needs in my room.” You giggled at that.

“I didn’t give you permission to fuck my girlfriend, did I?” Minho snickered. Jeongin blushed. “I’m satisfying her needs, anyways.”

“Stop bickering, please. This was supposed to be an enlightening experience for both of you too.” You stated as Minho stood up. 

“I’ll get around to liking the dynamic soon enough.” Minho teased. “Jeonginnie just has to accept me as part of it.” Jeongin scoffed once more. “See you soon, jagi?” You nodded. He walked over to the door and winked at Jeongin before exiting, closing the door behind him.

“He’s not going to be a part of any of my dynamic.” Jeongin stated as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes.

“Minho can be, well, Minho. But, I did see you get hard when he ate me out.”

“Noona, that wasn’t because of him, it’s you.” He whined. “I get hard when I’m around you.”

“Sure. What about the way you looked at Hyunjin today?” You chuckled, he blushed. “We’ll talk about that later. More importantly, are you okay, Innie?” He sheepishly grinned.

“Yeah. I think I’ve wanted this for longer than I admitted to.” He confessed, you smiled.

“Yeah, me too. And, I would love to do this again,” You sighed. “But, you do know that Minho will always be part of it, right?”

“Yes, noona. I know, but, I’m not giving him that satisfaction over me yet.” He replied. You giggled. 

“That does make things more interesting.” 

There was a short pause after that, Jeongin fumbled with his church ring and you took his hand in yours. His slender fingers caressed yours, sending shivers to your skin. 

“Thank you, noona.” 

“Thank you, Innie. I do mean what I said, I really really like you… a lot. I know you prefer more traditional relationships but… I’m always here if you want to try something different.” You blushed. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. “As long as you can accept the Minho of it all. He is my boyfriend after all.”

“I still have a lot to think about. This is really new to me so bear with me. Still, I know that I like you a bit too much right now.” He admitted. “So, not even Minho hyung can throw me off.”

“Of course, think it over for as long as you want. We can work with you and Minho afterwards.” You chuckled. The door slowly opened to reveal Minho holding two glasses of water. He walked over to you and handed one to each of you. You sat up, separating from Jeongin for the first time since you came into the room. 

“So, when I fuck Y/N later, do you want to eat her creampied cunt?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin, who had a deadpan expression.

“Depends on who creampied her.” He answered. “If it was me, I’ll gladly do so.”

“Sheesh. The maknae gives his first creampie and he thinks he’s all that.” Minho teased Jeongin. “You have to work on your aftercare too.”

“Hyung!” Jeongin complained, making Minho snicker.

“I won’t interrupt again.” Minho held his arms up in surrender. He winked at you and walked out, closing the door behind him again.

“When did he even get here?” Jeongin questioned as he buried his blushing face on your shoulder. 

“Actually, I have no idea.” You giggled. Your hand reached upwards to stroke his hair.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?"

“Do you actually have sex with the other members?” He asked with a hushed voice. 

“Kind of?” You replied. “I’ve only had sex with Hyunjin and Minho’s been involved both times.” 

“Involved? You mean, like a threesome?” He looked up at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah… I told you it was different with you.” He tried to hide his smile but his dimples gave it away. 

“Then why’d you say that you fucked everyone?” He pouted.

“You seemed to like that.”

“N-no!”

Jeongin blushed. He sat up and scanned your expression. You looked flushed but content, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Maybe he was just projecting onto you, but you looked almost peaceful. You were absolutely breathtaking like this, with your bare, glowy skin, your messy hair, your glossy eyes, your cocky smirk, the freckles that adorned your shoulders; entirely yourself.

You felt so homely, a comforting presence that he couldn’t feel in a physical place. Or explain in words. Incomprehensibly purposeful, was the only fathomable way to express what he felt. Like he was meant to be there with you.

“So, you’ll think it through?” You asked as your eyes met his. His hand met yours, your fingers were cool to the touch. He nodded.

“Do I have to fuck Minho?” He whined.

“Not unless you want to.” You laughed. “He’ll probably want to watch us from time to time, though, if you’re okay with that.” 

“I can do that… I think?”

“Slowly but surely.”

“And… he’s really okay with this?” He asked.

“He is.” You replied as you stroked his hand with your thumb. Jeongin reached out to grab your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your lips. You melted into his touch. “We can all talk about it with him.” He nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll be good. But, I think I’ll keep you here for just a while longer. Just in case Minho takes it back.” He said as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You smiled at him as he pulled you down on the bed with him. “Just for your information, I don’t mind skinship if it’s with you.” He nuzzled his face to your neck, his arms were laid on your waist and his heart beat fast in his chest. 

You fell asleep in his arms not long after and he couldn’t believe that the image of you in his arms wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Even with the complex nature of your not-so-newfound appreciation for each other. Jeongin felt like everything was peaceful.

And, as the night fell, he couldn’t help but create scenarios of you in his bed. 

Or, to his surprise, in Minho’s.

To be continued

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Everything was going fine in Jeongin’s life. He was dating someone new, had satisfactory career, time-off to see his friends and family (even with his idol schedule), amongst other things. Jeongin was perfectly content with it. That is, until the incident or so he called it that. The particular incident that changed how he viewed relationships. The incident that fragmented his love life. The incident that made him see you in an entirely different light.

The life of an idol was chaotic, complicated and controversial. Jeongin had learned to manage it at a very young age, which added to the controversy of it all. He didn’t struggle with his work-life balance anymore, unless it was a special occasion, usually for comebacks or fan-meets. He even thought about getting a dog at some point, but Minho wouldn’t like it.

 You and your cat spent a lot of time at the dorm and she “strongly dislikes” dogs; he got used to your cat soon enough, anyways. He enjoyed spending his time with her and it made him closer to you; in a platonic way, his intentions weren’t always questionable. Hebelieved that the incident changed him. 

Jeongin arrived home later than usual that night. He spent all day recording and took the girl he was seeing (he still hadn’t asked her to be his girlfriend officially. Formalities were something that he valued a lot in relationships and he didn’t quite feel they were ready to take that step yet) out to the movies.

He was exhausted that night, but he would be free the next day and he wanted to spend his day off lazying around the dorm. He placed his things down on the couch, not caring about annoying his hyungs. The dorm was dark, too dark for a normal night. He walked over to his room and noticed that all the doors leading up to it were open.

Everyone made a habit of keeping their doors open while they slept, unless you slept over. He, then, found your cat sleeping peacefully in his bed. But Minho’s door was open? He swore that it was. You must have had something early the next day and left Minho to care for her, you rarely did that but it wouldn’t be the first time. Jeongin figured that he should go to Minho’s room and get her food and water bowls if she was staying there for the night. His feet took him past Felix’s room, and then Seungmin’s and he stopped at Minho’s door. Eyes widened and jaw dropped almost to the floor. He couldn’t look away, not when it concerned you. 

The room’s lights were dim and a deep blue color. You were there. On the bed. On top of Minho. You were riding Minho in reverse cowgirl position. Jeongin had a perfect view of your body. Minho was sitting against his bed’s headboard, your head was back against Minho’s chest and your and Minho’s eyes were closed shut. Jeongin noticed your face next, one of Minho’s hands was covering your mouth to suppress the noises you were making. Yet he could still faintly hear your muffled moans.

You were topless, Minho’s other hand grabbed at one of your breasts whilst yours handled the other, you rolled your pebbled nipple between your fingers. Your movements were rough, and Minho was out of breath. He looked further down, your dark skirt covered Minho’s crotch, your other hand was grabbing at his thigh for support. Jeongin almost gasped. He felt blood rushing to his crotch, making his jeans tighten and looked down at himself. Am I really that sick? He pondered for a second, until he heard a gasp.

“M-min, I think someone’s there!” You announced with a moan.

Jeongin had never ran so fast in his life. He knew Minho would go after him as soon as you got off him. He reached his room just in time to go unnoticed. He leaped unto the bed, not even noticing that your cat wasn’t there anymore and pretended to be asleep. Minho’s footsteps outside were evident. Jeongin was sure that he was checking the other rooms first as his was the furthest from Minho’s. He felt Minho’s eyes burning through him and he prayed to anyone who would listen that Minho didn’t notice that he wasn’t actually sleeping, that he was still fully dressed.

“Min, I think it might’ve just been Meadow. I found her next to your bathroom.” You whispered. Meadow squirmed in your arms and landed on the floor, entering his room again. “The boys are clearly sleeping. Let’s give it a rest. They probably haven’t even noticed that I’m here, their doors are still open.” He felt someone slowly close the door as if to not wake him up. 

Jeongin barely slept that night for many reasons.Visions of you plagued his mind like nothing else ever had. He couldn’t get over your face, your hands, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, your breasts. He knew you were pretty; he had always thought so. He also knew that your friendship with Minho was a little strange. You were always over at the dorm. At first, they asked Minho if you were dating and he always denied it. So, they just assumed that you were anyways, and that Minho didn’t want to admit that he was vulnerable enough to be in a relationship. 

It became an unspoken rule amongst them, nobody would develop any compromising feelings for you because you were with Minho. You stayed over a lot, too and always slept in Minho’s room. Initially, he pretended to sleep on the couch and leave his room to you but after a while, he just didn’t bother anymore. If Minho’s door was closed, they knew that you were there.

None of them minded having you over. On the contrary, they missed your presence when Minho decided to spend the weekend at yours instead or on particularly busy schedules when you couldn’t visit. You won them over quickly, being effortlessly funny and charming. You would tell them jokes and ask them about their interests. You had deep conversations about parallel universes and aliens with him. You asked him about his other friends and video games and fashion. You gave him dating advice, and always ended it with “but what do I know anyways? I haven’t been on a real date in ages”. He always laughed at that because for him, you had been on dates with Minho for two years.

Unquestioned. Nonetheless, now that he confirmed that you and Minho were, at least, somewhat together, something more than friends; his mind kept going back to you. You, talking to him late at night, you cuddled up to Felix and/or Jisung when they hosted movie nights, you crying whilst watching sad videos on YouTube or TikTok, you that day when you rescued Meadow as a kitten, you laughing at his jokes, you…riding… Minho.

Jeongin thought about touching himself that night but decided against it despite his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He wouldn’t want anyone to jerk off thinking about the girl he was seeing. He felt guilty about the fact that he had recently started dating her, too. Why was he thinking about another person, about you like this? Would this affect his relationship with her? Would this affect his relationship with Minho? Would this affect his relationship with you? How would this affect his relationship with you? Maybe it’ll die down by tomorrow, was how he convinced himself to fall asleep just before sunrise. 

He slept for more than half of the afternoon. But at one point, he couldn’t ignore the laughs coming from the living room. His door had been opened, the things he dropped off in the living room were sitting on his floor and Meadow was standing atop his dresser.

“Good morning, Meadow.” He yawned. He didn’t even think about the night before at first. But as he left his room, you were standing just outside, and his eyes widened. 

“Oh- Hi Innie,” you said with a smile, scrunching up your nose. “How are you feeling?” But, you didn’t even wait until he answered, “sorry, I just came to get Meadow. Y’know, she gets fussy when she hasn’t had her lunch.” As soon as Meadow saw you, she jumped down to the floor. Jeongin knew you were still talking but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. Not when his eyes were fixated on you, bending down to pick Meadow up from the floor, already inside his room.

“So, Innie, are you okay? You look flushed. Do you feel sick?” You asked again and you held your hand up to his forehead, he dodged you. 

“Um, no. I mean, yeah. I-I’m good, noona. T-thanks.” He avoided your eyes as he spoke, mostly because he felt his cock starting to harden at having you close like that, almost touching him. He was ever so thankful for wearing an oversized shirt that covered his crotch. You nodded and made your way back to Minho’s room. You walked with elegant strides and swaying of hips, not matching the fact that you were deep in conversation with Meadow as she squirmed in your arms as usual.

Jeongin spent an hour in the bath, because he felt dirty but also because he was trying to get you out of his head. He refused to touch himself at the thought of you and Minho. He just couldn’t do it. If you were to find out, you’d feel so disrespected, and he could never to that to you. Not when you had been nothing but nice to him. Besides, he didn’t feel particularly attracted to Minho either. 

He always thought you’d be a better match for Hyunjin than Minho. Once he guilted himself into suppressing his erection, he dried off and joined Felix and Seungmin in the kitchen. Minho had cooked chicken breast and rice, Jeongin felt like that was everything they ate now but he didn’t complain because it was your favorite. The loud thud of a door made them turn their heads towards Minho’s room.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You muttered. “See you later, guys.” You grabbed your coat, Minho walked close behind you, without another word, you both left the dorm. They looked at each other refrained from saying anything.

Jeongin returned to his room after eating. He didn’t quite feel like socializing that afternoon. Instead, he spent hours playing video games in silence with Beomgyu and Heesung and cuddling Meadow, who was still there. That was the second indicator that something complicated had happened. Night fell and neither you or Minho had returned or texted. Were you two fighting? Did you figure out that it was him watching you the night before? All kinds of thoughts rushed through his head. He closed his door, in case you returned.

The next day, Minho sent a text to their dorm group chat asking someone to feed Meadow for him. Felix had already fed her. They had dance practice that day, so Jeongin knew that he’d see Minho eventually because nobody could pry Minho away from dancing.

“What do you think happened?” Felix was the first to bring it up on their ride over to work. Jeongin just shrugged to mask his nervousness.

“At first, I assumed she was pissed at him, you know how Minho gets when he’s in one of his moods. But, he didn’t come home, so I don’t know.” Seungmin answered. 

“Should I ask him? Or her? If she comes in for work today.” Felix asked. Jeongin almost forgot that you worked at the company. With you being a producer and songwriter, mainly for Xdinary Heroes and Day6, he didn’t see you much at work; unless you were hunting down Jooyeon who often sought hiding with Chan or when you helped Jisung with lyrics or with recording demos.

 You were never around, Jeongin sometimes caught glimpses of you getting coffee and fruity pastries at the cafeteria. On an average day, Minho or Changbin grabbed them for you. On the rare occasion, Minho would ask Jeongin to get yours too. 

“Minho won’t say anything if it’s personal anyways.” Seungmin added. “She probably won’t either.” Jeongin just shrugged again. What if something happened to you? You would never leave Meadow alone without notice if it wasn’t serious.

When they arrived at the building, Jeongin and Seungmin ordered their morning iced americano at the cafeteria and made their way to the practice room. Jeongin’s gaze instantly fell on Minho, who was dancing. His moves were heavy, and anyone could feel the emotion he was conveying. Minho didn’t talk much, he preferred to show, and dancing was his favorite form of expression. Whatever happened must’ve been hard for you and him, too.

Jeongin looked around the room to notice that Hyunjin, Jisung and Changbin were there already. He took a seat on the couch and took out his phone, he saw that Jiah, the girl he was dating, had texted him. She wasn’t an idol; he tried to date an idol before, but getting around scheduling conflicts was too hard to maintain a relationship. And he didn’t believe in dating without an endgame. He wanted to have a relationship with genuine feelings and a real connection; something that hadn’t happen often in his life. 

He met Jiah through Heesung; she was beautiful, intelligent, hardworking, sweet. When he described his “type”, if that even existed, she had a lot of attributes that fit that idealized imagery. Nonetheless, even if she was almost perfect for him, he didn’t feel such a strong connection with her. They had only been dating for a short few months and he really wanted to give the relationship time to blossom. He was aware that he wasn’t the easiest person to bond with or to get to open up or be vulnerable with, but he was willing to try.

“Minho hyung,” Felix interrupted his thoughts as he entered the room, “What happened to Y/N? Is she okay?” Jeongin face-palmed himself at Felix’s lack of discretion.

“Wait, something happened to Y/N?” Jisung asked, gathering up next to Minho.

“Leave it.” Minho answered as he kept dancing. Felix and Jisung just stared at him, Hyunjin and Changbin joining them. Jeongin and Seungmin remained on the couch, now looking over at the group. They stared blankly at him. Minho sighed. “Fine. If you annoy her, I’ll kill all of you. So, her apartment flooded because her stupid upstairs neighbor left his stupid water running for the whole weekend. And it ruined some wires or something. Now she has no electricity and probably won’t have for about a week or two because people are inept and they have to work on some renovations.”

“Fuck, how is that even possible?” Felix said. “Does she have somewhere to stay?” Minho shrugged. They were aware that your family lived far away from you and you didn’t have many friends outside of work either. 

“We stayed there cleaning everything that got wet. She said that she’d ask JYP if he had an extra room or apartment or something somewhere.”

“She already almost lives at the dorm, why doesn’t she stay with us?” Seungmin deadpanned. Everyone looked back at him. Minho glared.

“She said she didn’t want to bother you and I respect her.” Minho sighed again.

“I don’t mind her staying with us.” Jeongin spoke up before thinking.

“Yeah, of course, we love her.” Felix agreed. “And, Seungmin even suggested it so, we’re good.”

“I kind of told her last night. But she wouldn’t have it.” Minho sighed once more.

“If she feels uncomfortable at yours, Y/N-nnie could stay at ours. But she can’t bring the cat.” Changbin added. Minho glared at him. Aside from Minho, you were closest to Changbin; but you rarely visited his dorm because you didn’t like leaving Meadow alone for too long.

“Okay, so she’ll stay at ours. We’ll negotiate with her at lunch time.” Felix concluded, happily clapping his hands while looking at Seungmin and Jeongin. They nodded while standing up. Jeongin knew that this wasn’t the best way to work with the situation, but he didn’t have a better idea, so he agreed. Minho rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop them. He would always prefer to keep you with him anyways. A very sleep deprived Chan arrived at that moment.

“Why is everyone so tense?” Chan asked. And as synchronized as possible, they rolled their eyes. “Okay, let’s start.”

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Dance practice felt eternal to Jeongin, he assumed Minho was just as irritated. He took every opportunity to judge everyone’s performance as harshly as he could. While, Jeongin was having a hard time concentrating and kept making mistakes. He was worried about your well-being above all. He, of course, had no opposition about you staying at the dorm. He’d do that for any of his friends. But, he was also scared about what that would bring out in him. 

When you were over, Minho was always there. You staying over full-time was different even if it’s for a week, meant that Minho wouldn’t always be there too, leaving an opening for Jeongin to be alone with you. What if something happens? He wished something would but he’d never admit to it. You have a partner and she has a parter, get a grip, he kept thinking. 

“Enough!” Changbin spat. “We’ll call it a day and work double tomorrow, okay?” Everyone nodded, exhausted at the intensity of Minho and the practice alike. Minho scoffed and kept dancing. Jeongin knew Minho well. Therefore, he also knew that Minho was just afraid of how you’d react. You didn’t like people seeing you in vulnerable positions such as this one.

“Okay, we’ll go find her and then what?” Jisung asked, whilst drying his sweat off with a towel. They walked towards the hallway, leaving Chan with Minho back at the practice room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Changbin answered. Jeongin questioned whether that was a good idea or not. He knew you were close to Changbin, probably closer to him than anyone there. But Changbin wasn’t exactly the most tactful person in the group.

“I think she’d like it better if I asked noona.” Hyunjin argued. Yeah, that would probably be better. You and Hyunjin were close too as you shared art, film, and photography as interests, your music tastes were similar too. Jeongin shuddered as he came to the realization that you, in personality, resembled Hyunjin most out of all of them.

“I think it should be one of us,” Seungmin pointed to himself and Jeongin and Felix, “you know, considering she’ll be staying at our dorm.”

“Okay. You three go. And then, we’ll meet at our studio when you finish.” Changbin said. “You got this! Hwaiting!” He raised a fist and jogged off to the stairs. Jisung and Hyunjin followed suit, in defiance. 

They didn’t seem to find you at first. Jeongin knew you had a habit of working yourself too hard, especially when stressed. 

“She’s probably at the studio.” Seungmin suggested. “We could go over there…”

“Minho hyung was busy so I’ll think I’ll get noona her coffee, then.” Jeongin volunteered. “And a donut or something, I don't know.”

“Okay. Meet us there?” Felix asked. Jeongin nodded. He didn’t know your order by heart, but he did have it written down on his notes app. He waited in line at the small coffee shop at the cafeteria. He felt a light tap to his shoulder.

“Hi, Innie.” you greeted. “I hope Meadow didn’t give you too much trouble last night.” He waited a second to turn around. He didn’t feel ready to see your face again. But he did, and you looked as stunning as ever to him. Your face was carefully made up. You were wearing eyeliner and mascara but underneath he could tell that your eyes were still just a little swollen from crying. 

You had your glasses on, something you didn’t usually wear. You wore a casual outfit, nothing too fancy, a white button-down, blue trousers and boots. Your tattoos were slightly visible as you had your sleeves rolled up. As soon as you noticed, you rolled them down. He knew that you were still conscious about showing your tattoos in the workplace.

“H-hi, noona.” He smiled at you. “She doesn’t really care to be nice, does she?” 

“I guess not, huh?” You chuckled. Jeongin’s heart fluttered at that. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda flushed yesterday. And today, too. Is JYP working you too hard? I’ll talk to him.” You raised your fists as if you were punching someone. He snickered at that.

“I’m fine, noona. I promise.” He answered, evading the comment about him being flushed. “We were actually looking for you.” You rolled your eyes at that.

“Oh no. Minho freaking told you, didn’t he?” You started, “I swear, he just doesn’t let me suffer in peace. I don’t want you to worry. Plus, I spoke to Jeongyeon and she told me she’d get me a room at hers since Nayeon is visiting her family this week.” 

“Noona, respectfully, I don’t think Felix’ll take no for an answer. He was very adamant.” 

“What about you? Can’t you be my advocate, then?” You batted your lashes at him jokingly. He looked everywhere except your eyes. 

“Sorry. I won’t take no either.” He shrugged. “So, which pastry?” You looked over at the display and pointed to a strawberry donut as you turned around to grab a table. Jeongin didn’t catch the way you smiled at that. He texted Felix and Seungmin. 

When his order was ready, he joined you at the table. You were frowning at them jokingly.

“Okay, so everything is settled already.” Felix updated Jeongin. “Changbin hyung is taking Y/N-nnie to her apartment tonight and then, dropping her off at ours.”

“Is Minho really okay with this?” You asked as you took your coffee from Jeongin’s hands, your fingers brushed against his and he froze but quickly gained his composure and pulled his chair out.

“C’mon, old man junior would rather die than let you stay anywhere else.” Seungmin answered. “If Minho hyung gets tired of you, we can throw him out. He can stay with Jisung.” 

“And you’re okay with throwing Min out for me?” You asked while looking at Jeongin and Felix. Min, that’s how you referred to him that night. You had never used nicknames when talking about Minho before, at least not with them.

“Yeah, of course, noona. It’d be a relief.” Jeongin joked. You chuckled.

“Okay. Color me convinced. I’d love to see you guys ganging up on Minho for me.” 

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“I’m guessing they’ll give you a key or, like, the passcode or something?” Changbin said. “Y/N, you have to ask for a way in!” You shushed him. He was carrying three suitcases full of your clothing and other important items. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sure we’ll work something out.” You chuckled. “Thanks, Bin. I owe you one.”

“Please. You owe me more than one.” He scoffed. “I introduced you to Minho, remember?” You did; of course you did. Was it possible to forget seeing Minho’s stupid smirk for the first time? Being absolutely breathtaken by him? His sultry eyes following you as you sat down next to Changbin. Changbin’s arm around your shoulders, your face blushing as you felt Minho’s stare. “The fact that he had the audacity to flirt with you while thinking that we were dating.”

“Hey! He openly asked if you were willing to share me. I think that’s pretty noble of him.” Changbin scoffed at that. You and Changbin met while taking a production class in university. He only admitted this to you once, but he thought you were one of the most genuinely talented people he’d ever met; comparable only to Jisung. That was what he told JYP when he was looking to hire a new producer. 

“Please. I would never date you. You’re too lazy and too morally ambiguous. My jutdwae could never.” Minho opened the door.

“Okay, then. Enough slandering my new guest.” Minho said, as he took your bag off your shoulder. 

You and Minho met at a company party. Well, the afterparty at the 3RACHA/Hyunjin dorm. Changbin dragged you there, as you had been working at their company for some odd months but still hadn’t met any of his members. Changbin knew you were shy, so he did all the talking for you at first. He held you close to himself, made you drinks and included you in conversations, until Jisung asked him for help. Then, Minho swept you off your feet. You weren’t sure what initially made you attracted to Minho: his face? His body? His confidence? The sheer arrogance which he carried himself with?

 Minho’s first impression hadn’t exactly been a reflection of the Minho that you had learned to love. He had been cocky and flirty and annoying in your eyes. Your Minho is sweet and funny, caring and a little hot-headed and smart but silly; the same arrogant Minho with so many other layers. He never left your side after that party. 

You remembered exactly when you crossed the friendship threshold. Once he had cleared up that you and Changbin weren’t dating, he got to know you first. Physically, you were everything that he loved. He couldn’t believe that someone as mesmerizing as you existed outside of his imagination, that’s what he told Changbin; and Changbin told you later. He always said that your sense of humor and undeniable charm sealed it for him. 

You were drinking wine at your apartment. Minho had been anticipating this for a while. He looked at you. Then your lips were on his and he woke up in your bed in the morning. And then, you woke up in his the next day. Soon after, Minho asked you to be his girlfriend, but you felt unworthy of it. Minho was such a beautiful human being, and you felt that you weren’t comparable. Your insecurity wouldn’t let you fathom another answer than “I’m sorry”. 

As a result, you agreed to not see each other for a while. You arrived at his room, sobbing, two days later. You agreed to keep what you had, no labels. You don’t know why you had agreed to that instead. Why had that been easier than saying yes? Was it really less hurtful to him as you thought it would? None of you saw other people without agreeing to first, either. You never actually talked about your relationship status; falling into conformity in each other’s arms most night was enough. 

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Jeongin visibly shuddered when he heard you and Changbin outside the front door. He had been on call with Jiah, listening to her talk about her day.  “Um, Jiah. I’m sorry to cut you off but I have to go. One of my housemates needs my help.”

 Technically not a lie.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, right?” Jiah’s voice rang through the phone, but Jeongin was preoccupied with your figure walking down the hall already.

“Yeah. I’ll be there after work.” He answered. “Good night.” And hung up. Meadow was sleeping on his bed, so he knew that you’d be there in no time.

“How is my daughter doing?” He froze upon hearing your voice from his door. Meadow perked up. “I’m sorry for this, Innie.” You sat on the bed. His bed. Meadow jumped on your lap. You laid down. On his bed. Meadow laid down on top of you, cuddling to your face. Jeongin couldn’t get the outline of your breasts out of his head.

“Y/N-ah!” Changbin’s voice rang, followed by a sneeze. “I can’t hang here or I’ll sneeze my life away. You’re welcome. BYE.”

“Bye, Binnie. Thank you! I love you!” You shouted back. I love you? Jeongin had never heard you tell anyone that, not even Minho or Felix or Hyunjin and especially not him or Seungmin.

“Oh, Fuck you!” Changbin answered with a laugh. “I love you Y/N-ah, I love you too, ayen-ah.” Jeongin scoffed as he heard his name. They heard the front door close.

“She missed you.” Jeongin barely mustered the courage to say that, especially when you were on his bed.

“I missed her too. More, probably.” You answered. “It’s crazy how one day you don’t have a care in the world and the next you have a little interdependent feline friend.” You sat up and Jeongin was staring at you. “Sorry, Innie. I know you don’t like having people in your room.”

“I think Meadow kind of changed that in me.” He said. “I don’t mind having you here, noona. Just as long as you’re not too annoying, please. I need my peace.”

“Noted.” You said whilst getting up. “I’ll go unpack now. Goodnight, ayen-ah.” You teased, taking Meadow into your arms and leving the room, and his door remained open that night.

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You kept thinking about that night too; even as you laid down in Minho’s bed, something you were used to by then. You swore that you saw someone at the door, watching you and Minho. So far none of the members were acting differently towards you. It could’ve just been your overly active imagination or Meadow lurking. Minho entered the room with a glass of water for you.

“Here jagi,” he placed the glass in your hand, “for your vitamins and the birth control.”

“Thanks, Min.” You said and searched for your pill organizer on the nightstand. You weren’t too fond of taking birth control, but it was easier than being perpetually anxious about pregnancy scares. 

“Thank you for staying here.” He said as he laid down next to you. “I want you to feel comfortable with us. I’m sorry if I was too intense last night.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I thought about it all day today.” You reassured. “If our roles were reversed, I would’ve bothered you until you agreed to stay with me. I just didn’t want to bother the kids. But they said they would gang up on you if you said you wanted me out.” Minho chuckled at that.

“Hah! They know they can’t take me.” There was a pause. “Okay, maybe Changbin or Chan hyung, but they don’t live here, do they?” He smirked and pulled you closer to him. “It’s been a tough few days for you. Let’s try to sleep.” 

You cuddled up to him, and the night fell calmly.

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Jeongin couldn’t sleep again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in his bed. How you would feel pressed up to him. How sex would feel like with you. You, who were equally as passionate as you were talented. Would you be gentle with him? Would you be rough like you were with Minho? Jeongin wasn’t very experienced. He’d only had sex a handful of times before, but when he did, it was never a one night stand or just a fling. He liked having a deeper connection with someone before getting to that stage, he felt like he had one with you. 

Maybe that’s what was wrong with his brain; he saw you naked and thought back at your relationship, established that you had a connection and then he wanted to fuck you. He hadn’t even had sex with Jiah yet. Maybe he needed to get that off his chest and he’d stop thinking about you. 

Jeongin sighed and got up, walking to the kitchen. He saw the light on and supposed it was Felix and the repercussions of his habit of playing League of Legends at 3am. He almost jumped when he saw you.

“Hi noona.” He said and yawned, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. He took a glass from the cabinet but dropped it due to his shaking hands. It didn’t break, as it fell unto the carpet. Jeongin thanked God for that. You rushed over to him anyways.

“Are you actually okay, Innie?” You asked. He was always a little nervous around you, he was aware of that and you were aware of that too. “Sit down. I’m making tea. Maybe that’ll help with whatever you’re going through.” He nodded and did as you told him. He didn’t talk much, you usually broke the ice with him. “So, Minho’s sleep schedule doesn’t align with mine. I think I’ll crash on the couch for the rest of the night. He goes to sleep too early, you know? And wakes up even earlier.”

“Yeah, he tends to do that.” Was all Jeongin could say. 

“I have a terrible sleep schedule, though. So, I guess I’m the problem here.” You kept speaking as you served the two cups of tea. “You want some ice cream or something?” He shook his head. 

“I’m on a diet right now.” He replied.

“I respect that.” You placed his cup on the table before him. He caught a glimpse of your cleavage as you leaned down and he felt his cock twitch. “But, this doesn’t really happen every day. Like, what are the odds of you and me, drinking tea at the witching hour on a random Tuesday.” 

“Fine.” He said in defeat. He really was craving something to eat. He knew about your sweet tooth and wished he could be less restrictive to be able to actually enjoy it with you.

“It’s frozen yogurt anyways… so it’s kind of healthy?” You added, doubtfully. You placed a tub of mango flavored frozen yogurt and two spoons next to his cup of tea. You took the seat beside him instead of your usual seat. “I hope you don’t mind sharing what’s left.”

“It’s fine.” He took a few sips of his tea whilst you checked your phone. You always tried to fill in the gaps of silence with him and he felt the need to do it now. He scanned your face, you looked tired. Your eyes weren’t swollen like earlier, you didn’t have makeup on so he could study your expression lines and the dark circles beneath your eyes. “Are you okay, noona?” 

“Hm?” You look up to him. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about me, Innie. I’m, like, so old and I’ve been through everything.” You were just a little younger than Minho so that made him laugh. He called Minho old, but he never saw you as old. “What? You can’t make fun of an auntie! C’mon!” He laughed a bit more. You smiled at that. “In all seriousness, I’m fine. Jeongyeon offered me a place to stay but I’d rather be here with you.” His heart fluttered at that and he was sure that he blushed, too. You grabbed a spoon and started eating the not-so-frozen yogurt. “Eat too, please. It’ll be normal yogurt by the time you finish your tea.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, noona.”

 And your heart fluttered too.

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Jeongin was able to finish his schedule for the day quicker than anticipated. He was running on caffeine and no sleep, after all. When he returned to his room after his conversation with you the night before, he couldn’t prevent his nonstop blushing or his ultimate feelings of guilt and embarrassment. He still couldn’t comprehend how he went from being nothing but courteous and careful about you to this whole mess of a person he had become. He hadn’t seen Minho or you that day, he was thankful for that. Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Were you recording in the room next to theirs? Were you working in your office? 

He decided to get a coffee for himself and before he consciously consult his thought process, he had ordered one for you too. He knew that it was unusual for him to buy things for someone if they weren’t specifically asked for. He even considered giving your highly complex coffee order to someone else. His feet carried him to you. He passed by the studio first, but you weren’t there. Then, he walked to your office. He breathed in, trying to decipher an incomprehensible conversation inside, and knocked on your door.

“Yes? Come in!” You half-shouted from the inside. He opened the door and saw you sitting at your desk, with a pen and notebook in hand. Despite having multiple computers or digital instruments to work with, you always leaned to using the rawest form of creation. Hyunjin and Jisung were sitting on the chairs next to you. You didn’t even look up to him. “You see? Once you add this phrase, that whole verse doesn’t make sense. I think it’ll be better to leave it for the bridge and have cohesion overall. But, it’s your call.” Then, you looked up to him and immediately smiled. “Oh! Hi, Jeongin. What’s up?” You looked down at his hands next.

“Ah! Um, I know you had trouble sleeping last night and, uh, I got this for you. As a gratitude, for the tea, you know…” He said and mentally face-palmed himself. He walked closer to you and placed the coffee on your desk.

“Ah, Innie. I really appreciate it but you didn’t have to. Thank you, really.” You smiled as you lifted the cup to your lips. Jeongin gulped as your lips parted. “Oh, actually, are you busy tonight?” He looked at Hyunjin and Jisung’s eyes for the first time then. He couldn’t bear to look at yours; not when he was imagining how your darling lips would look around his cock.

“Oh? Yeah. I’m hanging out with Jiah, you know, the girl I told you about.” He nervously answered.

“AH! That’s even better than what we were going to ask you!” Jisung said as he stood up. He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin as he wrapped his arm around him. “So, are you going to ask her to be your giiiiirrrrllllfriend?” Jisung sang the last word.

You and Hyunjin were staring at him curiously now.

“Ah, hyung, why would you-,” he cut himself off, “it’s not like that yet. We’re just getting to know each other…” You stood up and placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Jisung, concentrate. I have other things to do than just give you advice that you won’t take! Let’s just keep going.” You said, lifting your hand off his shoulder. “Thank you so much, Innie. I’d love to have you here any time except for now because Jisung can’t concentrate if there’s more than two people here.” You glared at Jisung as Hyunjin chuckled.

“HEY! I’m more than capable of being serious when..” Jisung started but Jeongin cut him off.

“Oh, yeah. I, sadly, do know Jisung can be like that.” He said and smiled. “Bye, noona. Good luck!”

“HEY! Why are you talking to your hyung like that! Yan-” Jisung started but Jeongin made his exit before he could continue, a satisfied grin on his face due to his annoyance of Jisung. You walked out of the office.

“Hey, Innie! Are you leaving just right now?” You asked as he walked away.

“Yeah. Do you need a ride?” He predicted, you nodded.

“Yeah, I just need 5 minutes with Jisung and Hyunjin and I’ll be out. I can ask Binnie if you’re in a rush. It’s just that Minho isn’t here today and I-” You replied, he held up one hand to stop you from apologizing.

“Don’t worry, I can wait.”

“Thank you so much, Innie. You’re really saving me these days.”

Jeongin texted Jiah that he’d arrive a few minutes later than expected. He planned on stopping at the dorm to freshen up, anyways. He pondered how he would handle the situation with Jiah, not being sure that his feelings for her were actually blossoming or not. 

“Jeonginnie!” Jisung said as he walked out of your office. “Have fun at your date tonight!” He winked at Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at Jisung. You walked out with Hyunjin after Jisung left.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked you in his soft voice. Jeongin perked up when he heard that, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Yeah, count me in. That sounds exciting.” You answered and smiled widely at Hyunjin. 

“Sounds great. I’ll pick you up early, then. We’ll get breakfast if you want.”

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You said, he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. Jeongin stared at you as you hugged him back. Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your head as he pulled away. Jeongin deadpanned. What did Hyunjin think he was doing? You’re Minho’s girlfriend! Minho would surely lash out at him if he saw that. 

“See you tomorrow, princess. Bye bye, Jeonginnie!” Hyunjin said and you waved as he walked away. 

You walked to his car in silence, while texting someone an apparently long message. When you got in, his stomach flipped. You looked so pretty in the passenger seat of his car. He would gladly take you to and from work everyday if he could admire the simplicity of your beauty like that: the face-framing pieces of your hair were tucked in, you had taken off your blazer, your makeup had oxidized a bit due to wear. And your smell, you smelled like rosemary, your strawberry mocha and a sweetness he couldn’t decipher.

“Sorry for the wait.” You spoke up as he started the car.

“Ah, don’t worry about that. I agreed to wait, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it was like 15 minutes instead of 5. I kind of felt guilty for not taking Hyunjin’s offer tonight.”

“Right, busy day tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we were going to go today… to a photography exhibit not too far from here. But, I’m so exhausted. Plus, Minho’s out all weekend camping and, y’know he invited everyone to catch up with him tomorrow. Camping isn’t really for me, though. I’m more of a homebody. Plus, don’t tell the boys, but I’m also in dire need of some peace and quiet.” You chuckled. He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You don’t like camping?” 

“I don’t, particularly. I can go, but if someone else volunteers, that’d be better. Do you like it? Are you going to meet up with Minho too?” You chuckled again. 

He shook his head. It was then that Jeongin tensed up and realized this is the first time that he’s been entirely alone with you in an inescapable place. The drive wasn’t long, approximately 5 minutes left, but he underestimated the effect you were having on him. 

“Is your day busy tomorrow?” You interrupted his thoughts.

“Huh?” he was deep in thought. “Oh, no. I’m going to work out and then rest.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked. “I asked Minho if I could invite Hyunjin and he said he’d think about it, but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it? Felix and Seungmin already bailed on us to go camping.”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t mind. I actually have this horror film that I really want to watch and you know Yongbok doesn’t like them.” He replied. Why had he been the last person you asked, though? He knew that you were probably closer to Felix than him but you definitely weren’t closer to Seungmin, from his perspective.

“Great! It’s settled then.” 

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Jeongin met Jiah at a restaurant near her apartment. He had gotten there a few minutes later than anticipated.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” He said as he sat down. “You look great.” She really did, Jiah always looked great. 

“Thank you so much, Jeongin. You do too.” She replied with a smile.

“Were you able to order ahead?”

“Yes… Food’s supposed to be here soon enough.”

“Thank you so much. I’m kind of starving.” She smiled sympathetically at him which alerted him. 

“Jeongin?” She asked, after a long pause.

“Yeah?”

“I actually invited you here to talk to you about something…” The waiter arrived with the food. When he left, she continued with a sigh. “I wanted to talk about us…” Jeongin swore he felt his heart stop for a moment then. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what we have and myself, too. I-I was recently offered a job opportunity in the United States. It’ll be a great work opportunity for me but I’d have to be there for at least a year…” She took a breath. “I thought about long distance, we’ve sort of been there before, right? But, a year is such a long time. I don’t want to tie you down by forcing you to be with me and not even being in the picture…”

“Hey.” He said gently, “I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m so happy you have this opportunity. Please don’t feel sorry for me. You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity. You love your job so much. So, if you want to take it, please take it… Don’t think about me or anyone else when it comes to this.”

“No, don’t say things like that, I’m going to cry.” She sniffled. Jeongin chuckled at that.

“Oh no. You can’t cry here. They’ll charge us extra if you do.” She chuckled at that. “In all seriousness, though, I’m not getting in the way of your career goals, just like you haven’t gotten in the way with mine. I support you entirely. Plus, you don’t know where we’ll be in a year or two. Perhaps you’ll be in the US, having fun at a local bar with your new work friends because they gave you a promotion. Or maybe we’re back here, catching up about our recent endeavors.”

“Oh, Jeongin.” She said melancholically. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course.” 

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Jeongin dropped Jiah off at her door, looked back and drove away. It was then that it hit him that he, now, didn’t have anyone to go on dates with or to rely on when he was sad or frustrated. Funnily enough, this had been the first night that he felt a more genuine connection with her. His eyes filled with tears for the first time that night. The drive to the dorm was quiet, and he was so deep in thought that not even you crossed his mind.

When he arrived, every door was closed so he sat down on the sofa and pondered about where his feelings have been during the past week, shedding a tear or two in the meantime. He cried for Jiah, and Minho, and you. But as if you were calling to him, he overheard you. At first, it was an accident. 

“Min- I’m sorry to call you all of a sudden while you’re having fun.. No, it’s not that, everything’s okay here…” You softly started. “But, I’ve been having this question in my brain all day.” There was a pause. “We’re together, right? I am your girlfriend?” Jeongin knew he shouldn’t be listening to that but his feet carried him closer to Minho’s door. “It’s just that… I’ve been having these weird feelings lately, um, well, it’s been a while now and… I don’t think I’m a good girlfriend, Min…” 

Jeongin felt terrible as he heard you sniffle, he wanted to hug you tightly, to kiss your tears away. He also wanted to continue listening but decided that your privacy was more important. So, he walked over to his shared bathroom and ran a bath for himself. 

And he contemplated the absurdity of it all, how both you and him were having such complicated feelings about your relationships at the same time. Him, having been broken up with, and yours, for whatever reason. 

He dozed off for a second, for the first time in days, he felt too tired to lie awake. He, then, dried himself off and exited the bathroom. He wanted to walk back to Minho’s door, to you, but he decided against it. He didn’t hear any crying either, so he returned to his room. That was the first night since the incident where Jeongin had a decent sleep.

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You were gone when Jeongin woke up. He couldn’t sleep in often due to his frequent morning schedules and he took the opportunity every time he could to do so. It was already past eleven and he still needed to go to the gym. He pondered if he should bother eating breakfast until he walked into the kitchen. 

A yellow sticky note was stuck to the fridge door and in your writing it read:

Hi Jeonginnie. I guess it’s tomorrow by the time you read this. I ordered tteokbokki for two out of habit. There’s one for you inside. -Y/N

Jeongin furiously blushed at that. He was well aware that when you made a double order you were just thinking about Minho. Still, you gave it to him. You could’ve eaten it later that day, but you decided to give it to him. He scanned the fridge for the bowl and heated it up. He hadn’t craved tteokbokki in a while, but he would never deny it when it came from you.

He ate the mildly spicy beef tteokbokki and kept the sticky note in his pocket. He played Animal Crossing in his room for an hour. He wasn’t used to playing games that weren’t violent, but Felix convinced him to try it out. It did help him relax these days where he’s been on edge. 

He didn’t feel like going out anymore, the comfort of his bed lured him but had to force himself to do so. He spent an hour working out at the gym, an activity he usually did with Minho. He couldn’t stop thinking about Minho or Jiah, or you and Hyunjin and whatever you were doing. 

After working out, he went to the grocery store and picked up different food options, in hopes of changing their menu for the following week. When he arrived to the dorm, he saw Hyunjin’s car parked in Minho’s spot. He sighed and walked up the stairs to their floor. He opened the door to see you and Hyunjin sitting on the sofa. Hyunjin’s arm was sitting on top of the sofa behind you. 

Jeongin’s heart started beat faster when yours and Hyunjin’s eyes shifted to him. He stared at both of you for a second; if you had been a couple, you’d be the prettiest couple he’d seen in real life. He knew that Hyunjin was a very explicit romantic and very attentive to detail which paired well with your giving nature. Jeongin noticed some new cat-friendly flowers on a vase in a bookshelf that Meadow never jumped on. 

He also noticed that you had a new Versace scarf wrapped around one of the handles of your purse. He felt a cold sweat. Could Hyunjin be any more sleazy? Taking you on a date while Minho was away, buying you gifts, putting his arm around you. Who does he think he is? 

“Jeongin!” Hyunjin exclaimed as he stood up to wrap an arm around him. But, Jeongin couldn’t play along, not when he was so explicitly flirting with you, something none of them dared to do, or did they? Hyunjin dragged him to sit on the sofa between you two, his clothed thigh brushing against your bare one. “How did your date go yesterday?” Jeongin wasn’t expecting that question.

“Uh, yeah, not great.” He answered while slightly blushing.

“Wait, what happened?” You asked with a concerned expression, putting your hand on his thigh. He automatically jumped and you immediately removed your hand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Uh, she dumped me? I guess. She’s moving in like a month.. to the US.” You gasped.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry, Innie. I know that you liked her a lot.”

“Yeah, me too, Jeonginnie. How are you?” Hyunjin asked, a question that had plagued him for a while. 

“Thanks and, um, I’m okay. It’s weird but we weren’t together for long so… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.” You both nodded at his response.

“So, Hyunjin is bailing on me too.” You changed the conversation topic. 

“Ah, no! You don’t get it, STAY asked me for that live. I forgot it was tonight but I can’t let them down. I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t interacted with them, you know that.” He leaned over Jeongin’s lap to take your hand. “I’ll make it up to you.” Jeongin couldn’t help but make a disgusted expression. 

“I’m kidding. I don’t mind. STAY is more important than watching a movie.” You chuckled, shaking your hand off his. “You’re traumatizing Innie.”

“Sorry, Jeonginnie. This is how our dynamic works.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jeongin. Jeongin rolled his eyes at Hyunjin. Being around Hyunjin and him making flirty remarks at Jeongin always made him nervous, even if he played it off. You made him nervous too, he was on the shier side with women in general. He avoided eye contact with you and his other hyungs’ girlfriends at first. 

He worked a lot on being comfortable with you during these past years, just to not be able to look at you in the eyes anymore. Jeongin remembered the forgotten grocery bags next to him and walked over to unload them in the kitchen. He heard Hyunjin’s voice and stood in the kitchen doorway.

“I have to get going. I need to get some makeup on me before the live.”

“You look good just like this, though. I’m sure that STAY will like you  this way, maybe even a little more.” You smiled at him as you stood up to walk him out. He blushed. Jeongin imagined you telling him that. “Thank you for everything, Hyunie. I had so much fun.” Jeongin’s heart fell at your use of a nickname when referring to Hyunjin.

“I’ll gladly take you out again whenever you want. Ask and you shall receive.” Hyunjin smiled sheepishly at you. His hand squeezed your waist as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingered on you more than a friend’s would, in Jeongin’s opinion. “Bye, princess.” He looked at Jeongin. “Bye, Jeonginnie, stop being a pervert. We’re all friends here.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out the door. You turned to Jeongin’s direction and your face was a deep red color, just like his.

“Sorry about that. You know Hyunjin, he’s just teasing.” You justified while awkwardly smiling. You walked over to Minho’s room and opened to door to open his door, revealing a sleeping Meadow. 

Hyunjin was less allergic to cats than Changbin, he had no problem taking his allergy pills beforehand but you didn’t want to inconvenience him if it was a shorter stay. Meadow didn’t mind being in Minho’s room, she didn’t even wake up when you opened it. 

“Um, I’m going to shower.” Jeongin announced. “We can watch the movie afterwards, if you want.”

“Yeah, only if you still want to…” You looked up at him.

“Of course, noona.” He grinned. Jeongin was quick to say yes to anything you asked him to do. 

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Jeongin had questioned his abilities to self-regulate before the incident, but he never felt that he could become so out of touch with them. He felt like a schoolboy around you; he blushed when your eyes met his, his heart beat faster whenever he heard your voice, he replayed scenarios of you fucking him before going to sleep. He couldn’t help but pray every time these came to mind. 

His guilt was eating him up, and he felt it served him right for being so reserved all of the time. He had nobody to seriously talk to about this. Anyone he told, would probably tell Minho in a heartbeat. He tried to sigh everything out during his cold shower before having to face you. 

When he left the bathroom, you had the living room set up. You had pushed both sofas against each other, into a makeshift bed of sorts. Jeongin gulped. There were snacks and blankets on the sofa, two tables next to the sofas, on top of those tables were your water bottles and some diet soda. Jeongin gulped once more.

 Did you expect him to lay down next to you? If it were any other member, he’d understand, but him? Jeongin was practically allergic to skinship and everyone knew it. He had avoided any close proximity to you since he met you, not having hugged you even once in those two years. 

“Ugh, Innie?” You snapped him out of his thoughts. “Are the couches good like this? This is how we always do it at the 3racha dorm, but I know you don’t like being close to anyone.” You chuckled. He smiled nervously, thinking: would it be weird to say no when everyone else is okay with it?

“Anything’s good with me, noona.” You stepped closer to him, squinting, as if you were inspecting his expression. 

“C’mon, Innie. You can drop the formalities, you know? No one else calls me noona. And, I really won’t be offended if you don’t like the arrangement just because I’m older than you. Plus, it’s not even that much of an age gap anyways.”

“Okay, Y/N, better?” You nodded. “I’m fine with it, really. You’re being, like, Jisung annoying right now.” You clutched your heart in your chest.

“Ouch, okay. That hurt. I didn’t need the full hyung experience either.” You pouted. 

“I’m sorry noona. I-”

“Innie, I’m totally kidding. My best friends are Bin, Minho and Jisung so I’m used to it. You don’t need to be so nervous, okay? I won’t tease you anymore, sorry about that.” He chuckled nervously. “C’mon.” You tugged at his arm. 

Your makeshift bed wasn’t the best way to watch the movie but it was more comfortable than he expected. The couches weren’t big, he knew that but they were big enough to accommodate you two without having to touch each other whilst laying down. The movie was playing but he couldn’t stop staring at you every minute or so until you blankly stared at him. 

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked, pausing the movie.

“W-what? I’ve never been mad at you.”

“Innie, you’ve been staring at me nonstop with this ultra concerned expression. What’s on your mind?” His heart started racing.

“Um, nothing really. I’m just not all there, you know, I just broke up with Jiah…and…”

“You want to talk about it?” He shook his head. 

“Okay. I just feel like there’s something here that you don’t want to talk about. Like, um… maybe you… watching me and Minho in a compromising position that night?” FUCK.

“Fuck, noona, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wanted to get Meadow her food and…and…” Jeongin felt tears welling up, his mind rushing with every self-deprecating thought he could muster up.

“No, no, baby, no. I’m not mad at you.” You reached up to him and gently took his face in your hands. “Innie, I’m sorry about you having to see that. At first, I really doubted that anyone had seen us but you’re kinda being more jittery than usual. I’m really sorry, Innie. I feel so bad.” His face felt warm in your hands, his expression was guilt-ridden and it absolutely broke your heart. You let go of his face once he looked at you.

“No, noona. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And then, I just was so shocked. T-then Minho hyung came out and I thought he would kill me.”

“No, Innie, of course not. Minho would never, it was our fault for leaving the door open anyways…” You started. “I’m so embarrassed.” You nervously took a sip of your water, covering the crimson blush that formed on your face. “I’m sorry if I made things weird. I just couldn’t handle not knowing.”

“You’re really not mad, noona?” You shook your head.

“Are you sure that you’re not traumatized?”

“Maybe, but not in the way you’d think…” He impulsively declared, both of your eyes widening. 

“So, in what way then?” You interrogated, your voice expressed both curiosity and intrigue. Jeongin swallowed.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it… You and Minho hyung… you know… Ugh…”

“So, you really didn’t know that me and Minho slept together?” Your voice was sardonic.

“No, I did, but seeing it was… weird.”

“Did you like it kind of weird?” You asked, more directly this time, maintaining eye contact with him. He scanned your expression for a moment. He sighed. 

“Fuck… yes.” Was all you needed to hear before smashing your lips onto his. His eyes closed at the second he felt you; your hands were wrapped around his neck, your eyes were closed and his heart was beating out of his chest when reality hit him. What were you doing? Wouldn’t this piss Minho off? You separated yourself from him.

“Innie? Are you going to kiss me back or did I royally misread into this?” You asked, blushing. He grinned. His hands found the small of your back and pushed you towards him again, meeting you into the kiss. You deepened the kiss, your tongue asked for entrance and he gladly allowed it. He had never felt whatever this was. 

You were now straddling his lap, his arms were wrapped around you, his cock had been hard since you slipped into the couch and you could feel it. His boxers were now soaked with pre-cum but he was entirely unbothered by that. You ground yourself in his lap and Jeongin couldn’t help but let out a thirsty moan from deep within him. He separated himself from you then. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, Minho’s image kept playing in his head.

“Noona. What about Minho hyung?” You chuckled. 

“Minho is my boyfriend…but we do this from time to time, if we especially like the person.” You started, catching your breath. “And, I really really like you, Innie.” That was enough for him, he stood up and held one hand for you and led you to his room. Jeongin’s self consciousness came out at that moment. His room wasn’t too messy but it wasn’t tidy either, a typical boy room with his game remotes and consoles laying out. 

“Baby, stop overthinking…just enjoy this. I’ve been wanting this for a while now” you confessed. Jeongin blinked a few times, in absolute shock. “What?”

“You’ve been wanting this?”

“Of course, Innie. We can talk about it if you want.” You suggested, he nodded and returned to your lips as you straddled him once again. He pulled away and sheepishly smiled at you, tugging his shirt off. 

His chest was broader than you anticipated, his muscles were well defined. You dragged a hand through his torso, stopping at the patch of hair below his belly button before you followed him suit, taking off your shirt as well. He stared at your breasts that sat comfortably in your black lace bra. Jeongin’s imagination ran wild during the past week, not expecting to actually perceive them in real time.

“Ah, so you like boobs after all.” You chuckled as your hands reached to open your bra clasp. Jeongin’s hands helped you finish removing it.

“Can I?” He asked and looked down at your breasts, in awe as you lifted them up from sagging. You nodded. His hands replaced yours, long fingers grabbing at your pebbled nipple. His mouth latched on to your other nipple and harshly tugged at it, you moaned at that and felt Jeongin smirk beneath you. 

He couldn’t get enough of you. This is the connection he had always been yearning for when he slept with someone. Jeongin felt your hand wander down between you and stroke his forgotten erection. He moaned at your movements around his clothed length.

“Innie, I’m so wet for you.” You confessed, making him moan again. 

“Noona, you can’t say that. I’m going to bust and I haven’t even felt you.”

“We can’t have that, then.” You said as you tilted his face upwards with your free hand, to look at you. “I kind of need you inside me now.” You moaned whilst grinding your hips into his. Jeongin swore that he could see stars. He slightly lifted you off him and leaned over to his bedside table. He neatly grabbed a condom out of a box. 

“Don’t you want to feel me raw?” You asked as you tilted your head. Jeongin could feel chills down his spine.

“B-but, noona. I don’t want to get you, uh, pregnant or anything…” Nonetheless, his cock twitched at the thought.

“Oh, trust, that won’t happen. I take my birth control almost religiously.”

“And what about STIs?”

“I’m clean, Minho’s clean too.” He cringed at your obscene mention of Minho. “The company gets us tested regularly, too. But if you want to use the condom feel free to do so.” The condom was discarded on the floor as soon as you confirmed that you were clean.

“I’m sorry to ask this but can we skip foreplay? I promise that I’ll make it up to you.” He asked as he lowered his sweats. You nodded. He lowered his underwear to reveal his leaking cock. You stared at it, making him feel self conscious. His dick was beautiful, the perfect size and girth, not too long or too thick. You didn’t fail to notice the many beads of pre-cum leaking over his angry, pink head, onto the curly patch of hair at its base. 

“Wow, Innie. You’re so beautiful.” You said, your eyes twinkling. He smiled shyly. 

“Can I see you?” He asked, with a hand working on his cock, the other reached to your pajama pants. You helped him lower them doing, revealing your soaked, black lace underwear. He took his hand off his cock to lower those himself. 

He was in awe of your beauty, a goddess in his eyes. Your plush body, your soft curves and your gorgeous cunt. Jeongin didn’t know vaginas could be that beautiful but as soon as he caught sight of yours, he knew he wanted to worship it forever. To worship you. “You’re incredible, noona.” He expressed as you laid down on his bed. 

He could see your wet folds and he felt the need to taste you. Jeongin lowered his head to your cunt, the soft hair adorning it tickled his face as he experimentally licked it. You moaned at that, surprised at him going down on you, having asked earlier to skip foreplay. He kept making out with your cunt, while you shuddered at the feeling of him going down on you. He moaned at you, your sounds, your taste, the visions of you.

“Can I fuck you now, noona? Please? I’ll cum if I don’t.”

“Yes, Innie. I’m yours.” You replied, your head was thrown back. He dragged the head of his cock between your folds and gathered your juices. His cock’s head bumped your entrance making both of you moan. He slowly pushed in, moaning with every drag inside you. 

“You’re too tight, noona. Is Minho not fucking you good enough?” He smirked. 

“Oh, he is and even if he wasn’t, Hyunjin’s good too. I’m pretty satisfied.” You replied, he thrusted in harshly, filling you up completely.

“So, I’m not that special, huh? You’ve just been fucking everyone here?” He panted as he kept erratically thrusting inside you. You moaned ever so sweetly at his movements and Jeongin swore that he would come right then. The sounds of your bodies meeting would take him over the edge at any minute. The warmth of your cunt was incomparable to anything that he had ever experienced until that moment. He knew not to worship the mundane, but how could he not, when you exist. 

“Hmmm. Maybe. But nobody except Minho has gotten me raw before.” You said in between pants. “So, I guess you are that special after all.” He moaned. He could feel your pelvis against his as he thrusted, his head was hidden in your neck. He sucked hickeys onto it, making sure Minho knew who fucked you as he left his marks. 

“Noona, you’re so fucking good. You’re so … fucking…perfect.” He said in between trusts. He could feel you clenching against his cock, moaning in perfect harmony. “I want to be inside you every day.”

“You might have a bit of competition there.” You said, catching his gaze. He smirked at you.

“I don’t care.” He pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. You caught onto him and bent over. He slid in quickly, your wetness welcoming him warmly. “You have me now. You don’t need anyone else.”

“Innie, you feel so great. I can feel you throbbing. Are you close?” He moaned at that. “You want to cum?” His thrusts became frantic and sloppy, nearly slipping out of your soaked cunt multiple times. “Honey, do you want to cum?” He moaned once again as he buried his face in the back of your neck. His legs were almost giving up, his hands grabbed your hips so harshly that you knew bruises would form on your sensitive skin.

“Yes, noona. I’ve been holding it for so long.” He moaned deliciously. “I want to cum so badly. You feel so…” He paused when you clenched around him, making him feel every warm and wet crevice of your cunt.

“You want to cum inside, Innie?” You asked and clenched around him again. He moaned once again, speeding up his thrusts.

“N-noona, I can’t… N-…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the feeling of your warm walls made him unload. He came in ropes and ropes of warm, thick seed inside of you. Your sweet sounds further pushing him over. His orgasm felt like a lifetime. He took a second to catch his breath. “Are you insane?” You chuckled at that.

He had never felt closer to anyone before, feeling his overstimulated cock inside your cum-flooded cunt. His cum inside you; that was a fantasy in itself. 

“Hey! You’re the one who couldn’t even hold on for a second after me asking that.” You replied. “It feels good. You were really saving it up, huh?” He blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I didn’t even get you to finish. Let me.” He slowly pulled out with a hiss and you shifted to lay on your back. Then, he lowered himself down to your pussy, basking in the sight of his cum oozing out of you. The door swiftly opened to reveal a very intense-looking Minho. Jeongin froze for a second, quickly pulling himself back from your body.

“Okay! Honeymoon’s over.” Minho smirked. “Hi jagi. You look deliciously fucked out.” He scoffed at Jeongin’s shocked expression. “What? Weren’t you just raving about how we don’t fuck her well enough? Don’t tell me you’re all scared now?” He smirked again and sat on the bed next to you.

“You let him cum inside, really?” Minho whined and pouted. “You didn’t let me hit raw until, like, the fifth time.” Jeongin grinned at that, Minho glared at him.

“Sorry, Min. He was just too good to me. I was so desperate.” You chuckled and extended your arm to Jeongin. He, hesitantly, laid down next to your form, you cuddled up to him.

“Well, since you like him that much, I think I’ll eat him out of you.” Minho teased.

He lowered his head to your core to lick at it. You stared at up Jeongin, not missing the way he licked his lips at the sight of Minho between your legs. You moaned into Jeongin’s chest as Minho worked his expert tongue on you. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss and he couldn’t help but feel envious at how well Minho knew your body.

He had you cumming in mere minutes. Your kisses intensified as you came to your high. Your sweet moans and the way your skin felt hot against him had Jeongin leaking precum again. Minho chuckled as he gave one last kiss to your folds. 

He raised his head to look at you both. Jeongin had pulled his boxers on but his bulge was visibly hard beneath them. 

“I expect you to make her cum next time.” He announced. Jeongin rolled his eyes. Next time?

“I was about to when you interrupted us, hyung.” He argued. Minho chuckled as he, visibly hard too, kissed your lips. “Plus, I didn’t give you permission to satisfy your sexual needs in my room.” You giggled at that.

“I didn’t give you permission to fuck my girlfriend, did I?” Minho snickered. Jeongin blushed. “I’m satisfying her needs, anyways.”

“Stop bickering, please. This was supposed to be an enlightening experience for both of you too.” You stated as Minho stood up. 

“I’ll get around to liking the dynamic soon enough.” Minho teased. “Jeonginnie just has to accept me as part of it.” Jeongin scoffed once more. “See you soon, jagi?” You nodded. He walked over to the door and winked at Jeongin before exiting, closing the door behind him.

“He’s not going to be a part of any of my dynamic.” Jeongin stated as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes.

“Minho can be, well, Minho. But, I did see you get hard when he ate me out.”

“Noona, that wasn’t because of him, it’s you.” He whined. “I get hard when I’m around you.”

“Sure. What about the way you looked at Hyunjin today?” You chuckled, he blushed. “We’ll talk about that later. More importantly, are you okay, Innie?” He sheepishly grinned.

“Yeah. I think I’ve wanted this for longer than I admitted to.” He confessed, you smiled.

“Yeah, me too. And, I would love to do this again,” You sighed. “But, you do know that Minho will always be part of it, right?”

“Yes, noona. I know, but, I’m not giving him that satisfaction over me yet.” He replied. You giggled. 

“That does make things more interesting.” 

There was a short pause after that, Jeongin fumbled with his church ring and you took his hand in yours. His slender fingers caressed yours, sending shivers to your skin. 

“Thank you, noona.” 

“Thank you, Innie. I do mean what I said, I really really like you… a lot. I know you prefer more traditional relationships but… I’m always here if you want to try something different.” You blushed. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. “As long as you can accept the Minho of it all. He is my boyfriend after all.”

“I still have a lot to think about. This is really new to me so bear with me. Still, I know that I like you a bit too much right now.” He admitted. “So, not even Minho hyung can throw me off.”

“Of course, think it over for as long as you want. We can work with you and Minho afterwards.” You chuckled. The door slowly opened to reveal Minho holding two glasses of water. He walked over to you and handed one to each of you. You sat up, separating from Jeongin for the first time since you came into the room. 

“So, when I fuck Y/N later, do you want to eat her creampied cunt?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin, who had a deadpan expression.

“Depends on who creampied her.” He answered. “If it was me, I’ll gladly do so.”

“Sheesh. The maknae gives his first creampie and he thinks he’s all that.” Minho teased Jeongin. “You have to work on your aftercare too.”

“Hyung!” Jeongin complained, making Minho snicker.

“I won’t interrupt again.” Minho held his arms up in surrender. He winked at you and walked out, closing the door behind him again.

“When did he even get here?” Jeongin questioned as he buried his blushing face on your shoulder. 

“Actually, I have no idea.” You giggled. Your hand reached upwards to stroke his hair.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?"

“Do you actually have sex with the other members?” He asked with a hushed voice. 

“Kind of?” You replied. “I’ve only had sex with Hyunjin and Minho’s been involved both times.” 

“Involved? You mean, like a threesome?” He looked up at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah… I told you it was different with you.” He tried to hide his smile but his dimples gave it away. 

“Then why’d you say that you fucked everyone?” He pouted.

“You seemed to like that.”

“N-no!”

Jeongin blushed. He sat up and scanned your expression. You looked flushed but content, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Maybe he was just projecting onto you, but you looked almost peaceful. You were absolutely breathtaking like this, with your bare, glowy skin, your messy hair, your glossy eyes, your cocky smirk, the freckles that adorned your shoulders; entirely yourself.

You felt so homely, a comforting presence that he couldn’t feel in a physical place. Or explain in words. Incomprehensibly purposeful, was the only fathomable way to express what he felt. Like he was meant to be there with you.

“So, you’ll think it through?” You asked as your eyes met his. His hand met yours, your fingers were cool to the touch. He nodded.

“Do I have to fuck Minho?” He whined.

“Not unless you want to.” You laughed. “He’ll probably want to watch us from time to time, though, if you’re okay with that.” 

“I can do that… I think?”

“Slowly but surely.”

“And… he’s really okay with this?” He asked.

“He is.” You replied as you stroked his hand with your thumb. Jeongin reached out to grab your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your lips. You melted into his touch. “We can all talk about it with him.” He nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll be good. But, I think I’ll keep you here for just a while longer. Just in case Minho takes it back.” He said as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You smiled at him as he pulled you down on the bed with him. “Just for your information, I don’t mind skinship if it’s with you.” He nuzzled his face to your neck, his arms were laid on your waist and his heart beat fast in his chest. 

You fell asleep in his arms not long after and he couldn’t believe that the image of you in his arms wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Even with the complex nature of your not-so-newfound appreciation for each other. Jeongin felt like everything was peaceful.

And, as the night fell, he couldn’t help but create scenarios of you in his bed. 

Or, to his surprise, in Minho’s.

To be continued

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Everything was going fine in Jeongin’s life. He was dating someone new, had satisfactory career, time-off to see his friends and family (even with his idol schedule), amongst other things. Jeongin was perfectly content with it. That is, until the incident or so he called it that. The particular incident that changed how he viewed relationships. The incident that fragmented his love life. The incident that made him see you in an entirely different light.

The life of an idol was chaotic, complicated and controversial. Jeongin had learned to manage it at a very young age, which added to the controversy of it all. He didn’t struggle with his work-life balance anymore, unless it was a special occasion, usually for comebacks or fan-meets. He even thought about getting a dog at some point, but Minho wouldn’t like it.

 You and your cat spent a lot of time at the dorm and she “strongly dislikes” dogs; he got used to your cat soon enough, anyways. He enjoyed spending his time with her and it made him closer to you; in a platonic way, his intentions weren’t always questionable. Hebelieved that the incident changed him. 

Jeongin arrived home later than usual that night. He spent all day recording and took the girl he was seeing (he still hadn’t asked her to be his girlfriend officially. Formalities were something that he valued a lot in relationships and he didn’t quite feel they were ready to take that step yet) out to the movies.

He was exhausted that night, but he would be free the next day and he wanted to spend his day off lazying around the dorm. He placed his things down on the couch, not caring about annoying his hyungs. The dorm was dark, too dark for a normal night. He walked over to his room and noticed that all the doors leading up to it were open.

Everyone made a habit of keeping their doors open while they slept, unless you slept over. He, then, found your cat sleeping peacefully in his bed. But Minho’s door was open? He swore that it was. You must have had something early the next day and left Minho to care for her, you rarely did that but it wouldn’t be the first time. Jeongin figured that he should go to Minho’s room and get her food and water bowls if she was staying there for the night. His feet took him past Felix’s room, and then Seungmin’s and he stopped at Minho’s door. Eyes widened and jaw dropped almost to the floor. He couldn’t look away, not when it concerned you. 

The room’s lights were dim and a deep blue color. You were there. On the bed. On top of Minho. You were riding Minho in reverse cowgirl position. Jeongin had a perfect view of your body. Minho was sitting against his bed’s headboard, your head was back against Minho’s chest and your and Minho’s eyes were closed shut. Jeongin noticed your face next, one of Minho’s hands was covering your mouth to suppress the noises you were making. Yet he could still faintly hear your muffled moans.

You were topless, Minho’s other hand grabbed at one of your breasts whilst yours handled the other, you rolled your pebbled nipple between your fingers. Your movements were rough, and Minho was out of breath. He looked further down, your dark skirt covered Minho’s crotch, your other hand was grabbing at his thigh for support. Jeongin almost gasped. He felt blood rushing to his crotch, making his jeans tighten and looked down at himself. Am I really that sick? He pondered for a second, until he heard a gasp.

“M-min, I think someone’s there!” You announced with a moan.

Jeongin had never ran so fast in his life. He knew Minho would go after him as soon as you got off him. He reached his room just in time to go unnoticed. He leaped unto the bed, not even noticing that your cat wasn’t there anymore and pretended to be asleep. Minho’s footsteps outside were evident. Jeongin was sure that he was checking the other rooms first as his was the furthest from Minho’s. He felt Minho’s eyes burning through him and he prayed to anyone who would listen that Minho didn’t notice that he wasn’t actually sleeping, that he was still fully dressed.

“Min, I think it might’ve just been Meadow. I found her next to your bathroom.” You whispered. Meadow squirmed in your arms and landed on the floor, entering his room again. “The boys are clearly sleeping. Let’s give it a rest. They probably haven’t even noticed that I’m here, their doors are still open.” He felt someone slowly close the door as if to not wake him up. 

Jeongin barely slept that night for many reasons.Visions of you plagued his mind like nothing else ever had. He couldn’t get over your face, your hands, the way your hair fell over your shoulders, your breasts. He knew you were pretty; he had always thought so. He also knew that your friendship with Minho was a little strange. You were always over at the dorm. At first, they asked Minho if you were dating and he always denied it. So, they just assumed that you were anyways, and that Minho didn’t want to admit that he was vulnerable enough to be in a relationship. 

It became an unspoken rule amongst them, nobody would develop any compromising feelings for you because you were with Minho. You stayed over a lot, too and always slept in Minho’s room. Initially, he pretended to sleep on the couch and leave his room to you but after a while, he just didn’t bother anymore. If Minho’s door was closed, they knew that you were there.

None of them minded having you over. On the contrary, they missed your presence when Minho decided to spend the weekend at yours instead or on particularly busy schedules when you couldn’t visit. You won them over quickly, being effortlessly funny and charming. You would tell them jokes and ask them about their interests. You had deep conversations about parallel universes and aliens with him. You asked him about his other friends and video games and fashion. You gave him dating advice, and always ended it with “but what do I know anyways? I haven’t been on a real date in ages”. He always laughed at that because for him, you had been on dates with Minho for two years.

Unquestioned. Nonetheless, now that he confirmed that you and Minho were, at least, somewhat together, something more than friends; his mind kept going back to you. You, talking to him late at night, you cuddled up to Felix and/or Jisung when they hosted movie nights, you crying whilst watching sad videos on YouTube or TikTok, you that day when you rescued Meadow as a kitten, you laughing at his jokes, you…riding… Minho.

Jeongin thought about touching himself that night but decided against it despite his cock throbbing painfully in his pants. He wouldn’t want anyone to jerk off thinking about the girl he was seeing. He felt guilty about the fact that he had recently started dating her, too. Why was he thinking about another person, about you like this? Would this affect his relationship with her? Would this affect his relationship with Minho? Would this affect his relationship with you? How would this affect his relationship with you? Maybe it’ll die down by tomorrow, was how he convinced himself to fall asleep just before sunrise. 

He slept for more than half of the afternoon. But at one point, he couldn’t ignore the laughs coming from the living room. His door had been opened, the things he dropped off in the living room were sitting on his floor and Meadow was standing atop his dresser.

“Good morning, Meadow.” He yawned. He didn’t even think about the night before at first. But as he left his room, you were standing just outside, and his eyes widened. 

“Oh- Hi Innie,” you said with a smile, scrunching up your nose. “How are you feeling?” But, you didn’t even wait until he answered, “sorry, I just came to get Meadow. Y’know, she gets fussy when she hasn’t had her lunch.” As soon as Meadow saw you, she jumped down to the floor. Jeongin knew you were still talking but he couldn’t comprehend what you were saying. Not when his eyes were fixated on you, bending down to pick Meadow up from the floor, already inside his room.

“So, Innie, are you okay? You look flushed. Do you feel sick?” You asked again and you held your hand up to his forehead, he dodged you. 

“Um, no. I mean, yeah. I-I’m good, noona. T-thanks.” He avoided your eyes as he spoke, mostly because he felt his cock starting to harden at having you close like that, almost touching him. He was ever so thankful for wearing an oversized shirt that covered his crotch. You nodded and made your way back to Minho’s room. You walked with elegant strides and swaying of hips, not matching the fact that you were deep in conversation with Meadow as she squirmed in your arms as usual.

Jeongin spent an hour in the bath, because he felt dirty but also because he was trying to get you out of his head. He refused to touch himself at the thought of you and Minho. He just couldn’t do it. If you were to find out, you’d feel so disrespected, and he could never to that to you. Not when you had been nothing but nice to him. Besides, he didn’t feel particularly attracted to Minho either. 

He always thought you’d be a better match for Hyunjin than Minho. Once he guilted himself into suppressing his erection, he dried off and joined Felix and Seungmin in the kitchen. Minho had cooked chicken breast and rice, Jeongin felt like that was everything they ate now but he didn’t complain because it was your favorite. The loud thud of a door made them turn their heads towards Minho’s room.

“This can’t be fucking happening.” You muttered. “See you later, guys.” You grabbed your coat, Minho walked close behind you, without another word, you both left the dorm. They looked at each other refrained from saying anything.

Jeongin returned to his room after eating. He didn’t quite feel like socializing that afternoon. Instead, he spent hours playing video games in silence with Beomgyu and Heesung and cuddling Meadow, who was still there. That was the second indicator that something complicated had happened. Night fell and neither you or Minho had returned or texted. Were you two fighting? Did you figure out that it was him watching you the night before? All kinds of thoughts rushed through his head. He closed his door, in case you returned.

The next day, Minho sent a text to their dorm group chat asking someone to feed Meadow for him. Felix had already fed her. They had dance practice that day, so Jeongin knew that he’d see Minho eventually because nobody could pry Minho away from dancing.

“What do you think happened?” Felix was the first to bring it up on their ride over to work. Jeongin just shrugged to mask his nervousness.

“At first, I assumed she was pissed at him, you know how Minho gets when he’s in one of his moods. But, he didn’t come home, so I don’t know.” Seungmin answered. 

“Should I ask him? Or her? If she comes in for work today.” Felix asked. Jeongin almost forgot that you worked at the company. With you being a producer and songwriter, mainly for Xdinary Heroes and Day6, he didn’t see you much at work; unless you were hunting down Jooyeon who often sought hiding with Chan or when you helped Jisung with lyrics or with recording demos.

 You were never around, Jeongin sometimes caught glimpses of you getting coffee and fruity pastries at the cafeteria. On an average day, Minho or Changbin grabbed them for you. On the rare occasion, Minho would ask Jeongin to get yours too. 

“Minho won’t say anything if it’s personal anyways.” Seungmin added. “She probably won’t either.” Jeongin just shrugged again. What if something happened to you? You would never leave Meadow alone without notice if it wasn’t serious.

When they arrived at the building, Jeongin and Seungmin ordered their morning iced americano at the cafeteria and made their way to the practice room. Jeongin’s gaze instantly fell on Minho, who was dancing. His moves were heavy, and anyone could feel the emotion he was conveying. Minho didn’t talk much, he preferred to show, and dancing was his favorite form of expression. Whatever happened must’ve been hard for you and him, too.

Jeongin looked around the room to notice that Hyunjin, Jisung and Changbin were there already. He took a seat on the couch and took out his phone, he saw that Jiah, the girl he was dating, had texted him. She wasn’t an idol; he tried to date an idol before, but getting around scheduling conflicts was too hard to maintain a relationship. And he didn’t believe in dating without an endgame. He wanted to have a relationship with genuine feelings and a real connection; something that hadn’t happen often in his life. 

He met Jiah through Heesung; she was beautiful, intelligent, hardworking, sweet. When he described his “type”, if that even existed, she had a lot of attributes that fit that idealized imagery. Nonetheless, even if she was almost perfect for him, he didn’t feel such a strong connection with her. They had only been dating for a short few months and he really wanted to give the relationship time to blossom. He was aware that he wasn’t the easiest person to bond with or to get to open up or be vulnerable with, but he was willing to try.

“Minho hyung,” Felix interrupted his thoughts as he entered the room, “What happened to Y/N? Is she okay?” Jeongin face-palmed himself at Felix’s lack of discretion.

“Wait, something happened to Y/N?” Jisung asked, gathering up next to Minho.

“Leave it.” Minho answered as he kept dancing. Felix and Jisung just stared at him, Hyunjin and Changbin joining them. Jeongin and Seungmin remained on the couch, now looking over at the group. They stared blankly at him. Minho sighed. “Fine. If you annoy her, I’ll kill all of you. So, her apartment flooded because her stupid upstairs neighbor left his stupid water running for the whole weekend. And it ruined some wires or something. Now she has no electricity and probably won’t have for about a week or two because people are inept and they have to work on some renovations.”

“Fuck, how is that even possible?” Felix said. “Does she have somewhere to stay?” Minho shrugged. They were aware that your family lived far away from you and you didn’t have many friends outside of work either. 

“We stayed there cleaning everything that got wet. She said that she’d ask JYP if he had an extra room or apartment or something somewhere.”

“She already almost lives at the dorm, why doesn’t she stay with us?” Seungmin deadpanned. Everyone looked back at him. Minho glared.

“She said she didn’t want to bother you and I respect her.” Minho sighed again.

“I don’t mind her staying with us.” Jeongin spoke up before thinking.

“Yeah, of course, we love her.” Felix agreed. “And, Seungmin even suggested it so, we’re good.”

“I kind of told her last night. But she wouldn’t have it.” Minho sighed once more.

“If she feels uncomfortable at yours, Y/N-nnie could stay at ours. But she can’t bring the cat.” Changbin added. Minho glared at him. Aside from Minho, you were closest to Changbin; but you rarely visited his dorm because you didn’t like leaving Meadow alone for too long.

“Okay, so she’ll stay at ours. We’ll negotiate with her at lunch time.” Felix concluded, happily clapping his hands while looking at Seungmin and Jeongin. They nodded while standing up. Jeongin knew that this wasn’t the best way to work with the situation, but he didn’t have a better idea, so he agreed. Minho rolled his eyes, but didn’t stop them. He would always prefer to keep you with him anyways. A very sleep deprived Chan arrived at that moment.

“Why is everyone so tense?” Chan asked. And as synchronized as possible, they rolled their eyes. “Okay, let’s start.”

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Dance practice felt eternal to Jeongin, he assumed Minho was just as irritated. He took every opportunity to judge everyone’s performance as harshly as he could. While, Jeongin was having a hard time concentrating and kept making mistakes. He was worried about your well-being above all. He, of course, had no opposition about you staying at the dorm. He’d do that for any of his friends. But, he was also scared about what that would bring out in him. 

When you were over, Minho was always there. You staying over full-time was different even if it’s for a week, meant that Minho wouldn’t always be there too, leaving an opening for Jeongin to be alone with you. What if something happens? He wished something would but he’d never admit to it. You have a partner and she has a parter, get a grip, he kept thinking. 

“Enough!” Changbin spat. “We’ll call it a day and work double tomorrow, okay?” Everyone nodded, exhausted at the intensity of Minho and the practice alike. Minho scoffed and kept dancing. Jeongin knew Minho well. Therefore, he also knew that Minho was just afraid of how you’d react. You didn’t like people seeing you in vulnerable positions such as this one.

“Okay, we’ll go find her and then what?” Jisung asked, whilst drying his sweat off with a towel. They walked towards the hallway, leaving Chan with Minho back at the practice room. 

“Don’t worry, I’ll handle it.” Changbin answered. Jeongin questioned whether that was a good idea or not. He knew you were close to Changbin, probably closer to him than anyone there. But Changbin wasn’t exactly the most tactful person in the group.

“I think she’d like it better if I asked noona.” Hyunjin argued. Yeah, that would probably be better. You and Hyunjin were close too as you shared art, film, and photography as interests, your music tastes were similar too. Jeongin shuddered as he came to the realization that you, in personality, resembled Hyunjin most out of all of them.

“I think it should be one of us,” Seungmin pointed to himself and Jeongin and Felix, “you know, considering she’ll be staying at our dorm.”

“Okay. You three go. And then, we’ll meet at our studio when you finish.” Changbin said. “You got this! Hwaiting!” He raised a fist and jogged off to the stairs. Jisung and Hyunjin followed suit, in defiance. 

They didn’t seem to find you at first. Jeongin knew you had a habit of working yourself too hard, especially when stressed. 

“She’s probably at the studio.” Seungmin suggested. “We could go over there…”

“Minho hyung was busy so I’ll think I’ll get noona her coffee, then.” Jeongin volunteered. “And a donut or something, I don't know.”

“Okay. Meet us there?” Felix asked. Jeongin nodded. He didn’t know your order by heart, but he did have it written down on his notes app. He waited in line at the small coffee shop at the cafeteria. He felt a light tap to his shoulder.

“Hi, Innie.” you greeted. “I hope Meadow didn’t give you too much trouble last night.” He waited a second to turn around. He didn’t feel ready to see your face again. But he did, and you looked as stunning as ever to him. Your face was carefully made up. You were wearing eyeliner and mascara but underneath he could tell that your eyes were still just a little swollen from crying. 

You had your glasses on, something you didn’t usually wear. You wore a casual outfit, nothing too fancy, a white button-down, blue trousers and boots. Your tattoos were slightly visible as you had your sleeves rolled up. As soon as you noticed, you rolled them down. He knew that you were still conscious about showing your tattoos in the workplace.

“H-hi, noona.” He smiled at you. “She doesn’t really care to be nice, does she?” 

“I guess not, huh?” You chuckled. Jeongin’s heart fluttered at that. “Are you okay? You seemed kinda flushed yesterday. And today, too. Is JYP working you too hard? I’ll talk to him.” You raised your fists as if you were punching someone. He snickered at that.

“I’m fine, noona. I promise.” He answered, evading the comment about him being flushed. “We were actually looking for you.” You rolled your eyes at that.

“Oh no. Minho freaking told you, didn’t he?” You started, “I swear, he just doesn’t let me suffer in peace. I don’t want you to worry. Plus, I spoke to Jeongyeon and she told me she’d get me a room at hers since Nayeon is visiting her family this week.” 

“Noona, respectfully, I don’t think Felix’ll take no for an answer. He was very adamant.” 

“What about you? Can’t you be my advocate, then?” You batted your lashes at him jokingly. He looked everywhere except your eyes. 

“Sorry. I won’t take no either.” He shrugged. “So, which pastry?” You looked over at the display and pointed to a strawberry donut as you turned around to grab a table. Jeongin didn’t catch the way you smiled at that. He texted Felix and Seungmin. 

When his order was ready, he joined you at the table. You were frowning at them jokingly.

“Okay, so everything is settled already.” Felix updated Jeongin. “Changbin hyung is taking Y/N-nnie to her apartment tonight and then, dropping her off at ours.”

“Is Minho really okay with this?” You asked as you took your coffee from Jeongin’s hands, your fingers brushed against his and he froze but quickly gained his composure and pulled his chair out.

“C’mon, old man junior would rather die than let you stay anywhere else.” Seungmin answered. “If Minho hyung gets tired of you, we can throw him out. He can stay with Jisung.” 

“And you’re okay with throwing Min out for me?” You asked while looking at Jeongin and Felix. Min, that’s how you referred to him that night. You had never used nicknames when talking about Minho before, at least not with them.

“Yeah, of course, noona. It’d be a relief.” Jeongin joked. You chuckled.

“Okay. Color me convinced. I’d love to see you guys ganging up on Minho for me.” 

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“I’m guessing they’ll give you a key or, like, the passcode or something?” Changbin said. “Y/N, you have to ask for a way in!” You shushed him. He was carrying three suitcases full of your clothing and other important items. 

“Okay, okay. I’m sure we’ll work something out.” You chuckled. “Thanks, Bin. I owe you one.”

“Please. You owe me more than one.” He scoffed. “I introduced you to Minho, remember?” You did; of course you did. Was it possible to forget seeing Minho’s stupid smirk for the first time? Being absolutely breathtaken by him? His sultry eyes following you as you sat down next to Changbin. Changbin’s arm around your shoulders, your face blushing as you felt Minho’s stare. “The fact that he had the audacity to flirt with you while thinking that we were dating.”

“Hey! He openly asked if you were willing to share me. I think that’s pretty noble of him.” Changbin scoffed at that. You and Changbin met while taking a production class in university. He only admitted this to you once, but he thought you were one of the most genuinely talented people he’d ever met; comparable only to Jisung. That was what he told JYP when he was looking to hire a new producer. 

“Please. I would never date you. You’re too lazy and too morally ambiguous. My jutdwae could never.” Minho opened the door.

“Okay, then. Enough slandering my new guest.” Minho said, as he took your bag off your shoulder. 

You and Minho met at a company party. Well, the afterparty at the 3RACHA/Hyunjin dorm. Changbin dragged you there, as you had been working at their company for some odd months but still hadn’t met any of his members. Changbin knew you were shy, so he did all the talking for you at first. He held you close to himself, made you drinks and included you in conversations, until Jisung asked him for help. Then, Minho swept you off your feet. You weren’t sure what initially made you attracted to Minho: his face? His body? His confidence? The sheer arrogance which he carried himself with?

 Minho’s first impression hadn’t exactly been a reflection of the Minho that you had learned to love. He had been cocky and flirty and annoying in your eyes. Your Minho is sweet and funny, caring and a little hot-headed and smart but silly; the same arrogant Minho with so many other layers. He never left your side after that party. 

You remembered exactly when you crossed the friendship threshold. Once he had cleared up that you and Changbin weren’t dating, he got to know you first. Physically, you were everything that he loved. He couldn’t believe that someone as mesmerizing as you existed outside of his imagination, that’s what he told Changbin; and Changbin told you later. He always said that your sense of humor and undeniable charm sealed it for him. 

You were drinking wine at your apartment. Minho had been anticipating this for a while. He looked at you. Then your lips were on his and he woke up in your bed in the morning. And then, you woke up in his the next day. Soon after, Minho asked you to be his girlfriend, but you felt unworthy of it. Minho was such a beautiful human being, and you felt that you weren’t comparable. Your insecurity wouldn’t let you fathom another answer than “I’m sorry”. 

As a result, you agreed to not see each other for a while. You arrived at his room, sobbing, two days later. You agreed to keep what you had, no labels. You don’t know why you had agreed to that instead. Why had that been easier than saying yes? Was it really less hurtful to him as you thought it would? None of you saw other people without agreeing to first, either. You never actually talked about your relationship status; falling into conformity in each other’s arms most night was enough. 

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Jeongin visibly shuddered when he heard you and Changbin outside the front door. He had been on call with Jiah, listening to her talk about her day.  “Um, Jiah. I’m sorry to cut you off but I have to go. One of my housemates needs my help.”

 Technically not a lie.

“Okay, yeah. I’ll see you tomorrow, then, right?” Jiah’s voice rang through the phone, but Jeongin was preoccupied with your figure walking down the hall already.

“Yeah. I’ll be there after work.” He answered. “Good night.” And hung up. Meadow was sleeping on his bed, so he knew that you’d be there in no time.

“How is my daughter doing?” He froze upon hearing your voice from his door. Meadow perked up. “I’m sorry for this, Innie.” You sat on the bed. His bed. Meadow jumped on your lap. You laid down. On his bed. Meadow laid down on top of you, cuddling to your face. Jeongin couldn’t get the outline of your breasts out of his head.

“Y/N-ah!” Changbin’s voice rang, followed by a sneeze. “I can’t hang here or I’ll sneeze my life away. You’re welcome. BYE.”

“Bye, Binnie. Thank you! I love you!” You shouted back. I love you? Jeongin had never heard you tell anyone that, not even Minho or Felix or Hyunjin and especially not him or Seungmin.

“Oh, Fuck you!” Changbin answered with a laugh. “I love you Y/N-ah, I love you too, ayen-ah.” Jeongin scoffed as he heard his name. They heard the front door close.

“She missed you.” Jeongin barely mustered the courage to say that, especially when you were on his bed.

“I missed her too. More, probably.” You answered. “It’s crazy how one day you don’t have a care in the world and the next you have a little interdependent feline friend.” You sat up and Jeongin was staring at you. “Sorry, Innie. I know you don’t like having people in your room.”

“I think Meadow kind of changed that in me.” He said. “I don’t mind having you here, noona. Just as long as you’re not too annoying, please. I need my peace.”

“Noted.” You said whilst getting up. “I’ll go unpack now. Goodnight, ayen-ah.” You teased, taking Meadow into your arms and leving the room, and his door remained open that night.

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You kept thinking about that night too; even as you laid down in Minho’s bed, something you were used to by then. You swore that you saw someone at the door, watching you and Minho. So far none of the members were acting differently towards you. It could’ve just been your overly active imagination or Meadow lurking. Minho entered the room with a glass of water for you.

“Here jagi,” he placed the glass in your hand, “for your vitamins and the birth control.”

“Thanks, Min.” You said and searched for your pill organizer on the nightstand. You weren’t too fond of taking birth control, but it was easier than being perpetually anxious about pregnancy scares. 

“Thank you for staying here.” He said as he laid down next to you. “I want you to feel comfortable with us. I’m sorry if I was too intense last night.”

“Nah, don’t worry. I thought about it all day today.” You reassured. “If our roles were reversed, I would’ve bothered you until you agreed to stay with me. I just didn’t want to bother the kids. But they said they would gang up on you if you said you wanted me out.” Minho chuckled at that.

“Hah! They know they can’t take me.” There was a pause. “Okay, maybe Changbin or Chan hyung, but they don’t live here, do they?” He smirked and pulled you closer to him. “It’s been a tough few days for you. Let’s try to sleep.” 

You cuddled up to him, and the night fell calmly.

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Jeongin couldn’t sleep again. He couldn’t stop thinking about you in his bed. How you would feel pressed up to him. How sex would feel like with you. You, who were equally as passionate as you were talented. Would you be gentle with him? Would you be rough like you were with Minho? Jeongin wasn’t very experienced. He’d only had sex a handful of times before, but when he did, it was never a one night stand or just a fling. He liked having a deeper connection with someone before getting to that stage, he felt like he had one with you. 

Maybe that’s what was wrong with his brain; he saw you naked and thought back at your relationship, established that you had a connection and then he wanted to fuck you. He hadn’t even had sex with Jiah yet. Maybe he needed to get that off his chest and he’d stop thinking about you. 

Jeongin sighed and got up, walking to the kitchen. He saw the light on and supposed it was Felix and the repercussions of his habit of playing League of Legends at 3am. He almost jumped when he saw you.

“Hi noona.” He said and yawned, trying to seem as unbothered as possible. He took a glass from the cabinet but dropped it due to his shaking hands. It didn’t break, as it fell unto the carpet. Jeongin thanked God for that. You rushed over to him anyways.

“Are you actually okay, Innie?” You asked. He was always a little nervous around you, he was aware of that and you were aware of that too. “Sit down. I’m making tea. Maybe that’ll help with whatever you’re going through.” He nodded and did as you told him. He didn’t talk much, you usually broke the ice with him. “So, Minho’s sleep schedule doesn’t align with mine. I think I’ll crash on the couch for the rest of the night. He goes to sleep too early, you know? And wakes up even earlier.”

“Yeah, he tends to do that.” Was all Jeongin could say. 

“I have a terrible sleep schedule, though. So, I guess I’m the problem here.” You kept speaking as you served the two cups of tea. “You want some ice cream or something?” He shook his head. 

“I’m on a diet right now.” He replied.

“I respect that.” You placed his cup on the table before him. He caught a glimpse of your cleavage as you leaned down and he felt his cock twitch. “But, this doesn’t really happen every day. Like, what are the odds of you and me, drinking tea at the witching hour on a random Tuesday.” 

“Fine.” He said in defeat. He really was craving something to eat. He knew about your sweet tooth and wished he could be less restrictive to be able to actually enjoy it with you.

“It’s frozen yogurt anyways… so it’s kind of healthy?” You added, doubtfully. You placed a tub of mango flavored frozen yogurt and two spoons next to his cup of tea. You took the seat beside him instead of your usual seat. “I hope you don’t mind sharing what’s left.”

“It’s fine.” He took a few sips of his tea whilst you checked your phone. You always tried to fill in the gaps of silence with him and he felt the need to do it now. He scanned your face, you looked tired. Your eyes weren’t swollen like earlier, you didn’t have makeup on so he could study your expression lines and the dark circles beneath your eyes. “Are you okay, noona?” 

“Hm?” You look up to him. “Oh, yeah. Don’t worry about me, Innie. I’m, like, so old and I’ve been through everything.” You were just a little younger than Minho so that made him laugh. He called Minho old, but he never saw you as old. “What? You can’t make fun of an auntie! C’mon!” He laughed a bit more. You smiled at that. “In all seriousness, I’m fine. Jeongyeon offered me a place to stay but I’d rather be here with you.” His heart fluttered at that and he was sure that he blushed, too. You grabbed a spoon and started eating the not-so-frozen yogurt. “Eat too, please. It’ll be normal yogurt by the time you finish your tea.”

“I’m glad you’re okay, noona.”

 And your heart fluttered too.

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Jeongin was able to finish his schedule for the day quicker than anticipated. He was running on caffeine and no sleep, after all. When he returned to his room after his conversation with you the night before, he couldn’t prevent his nonstop blushing or his ultimate feelings of guilt and embarrassment. He still couldn’t comprehend how he went from being nothing but courteous and careful about you to this whole mess of a person he had become. He hadn’t seen Minho or you that day, he was thankful for that. Nonetheless, he couldn’t stop thinking about you. Were you recording in the room next to theirs? Were you working in your office? 

He decided to get a coffee for himself and before he consciously consult his thought process, he had ordered one for you too. He knew that it was unusual for him to buy things for someone if they weren’t specifically asked for. He even considered giving your highly complex coffee order to someone else. His feet carried him to you. He passed by the studio first, but you weren’t there. Then, he walked to your office. He breathed in, trying to decipher an incomprehensible conversation inside, and knocked on your door.

“Yes? Come in!” You half-shouted from the inside. He opened the door and saw you sitting at your desk, with a pen and notebook in hand. Despite having multiple computers or digital instruments to work with, you always leaned to using the rawest form of creation. Hyunjin and Jisung were sitting on the chairs next to you. You didn’t even look up to him. “You see? Once you add this phrase, that whole verse doesn’t make sense. I think it’ll be better to leave it for the bridge and have cohesion overall. But, it’s your call.” Then, you looked up to him and immediately smiled. “Oh! Hi, Jeongin. What’s up?” You looked down at his hands next.

“Ah! Um, I know you had trouble sleeping last night and, uh, I got this for you. As a gratitude, for the tea, you know…” He said and mentally face-palmed himself. He walked closer to you and placed the coffee on your desk.

“Ah, Innie. I really appreciate it but you didn’t have to. Thank you, really.” You smiled as you lifted the cup to your lips. Jeongin gulped as your lips parted. “Oh, actually, are you busy tonight?” He looked at Hyunjin and Jisung’s eyes for the first time then. He couldn’t bear to look at yours; not when he was imagining how your darling lips would look around his cock.

“Oh? Yeah. I’m hanging out with Jiah, you know, the girl I told you about.” He nervously answered.

“AH! That’s even better than what we were going to ask you!” Jisung said as he stood up. He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin as he wrapped his arm around him. “So, are you going to ask her to be your giiiiirrrrllllfriend?” Jisung sang the last word.

You and Hyunjin were staring at him curiously now.

“Ah, hyung, why would you-,” he cut himself off, “it’s not like that yet. We’re just getting to know each other…” You stood up and placed a hand on Jisung’s shoulder.

“C’mon, Jisung, concentrate. I have other things to do than just give you advice that you won’t take! Let’s just keep going.” You said, lifting your hand off his shoulder. “Thank you so much, Innie. I’d love to have you here any time except for now because Jisung can’t concentrate if there’s more than two people here.” You glared at Jisung as Hyunjin chuckled.

“HEY! I’m more than capable of being serious when..” Jisung started but Jeongin cut him off.

“Oh, yeah. I, sadly, do know Jisung can be like that.” He said and smiled. “Bye, noona. Good luck!”

“HEY! Why are you talking to your hyung like that! Yan-” Jisung started but Jeongin made his exit before he could continue, a satisfied grin on his face due to his annoyance of Jisung. You walked out of the office.

“Hey, Innie! Are you leaving just right now?” You asked as he walked away.

“Yeah. Do you need a ride?” He predicted, you nodded.

“Yeah, I just need 5 minutes with Jisung and Hyunjin and I’ll be out. I can ask Binnie if you’re in a rush. It’s just that Minho isn’t here today and I-” You replied, he held up one hand to stop you from apologizing.

“Don’t worry, I can wait.”

“Thank you so much, Innie. You’re really saving me these days.”

Jeongin texted Jiah that he’d arrive a few minutes later than expected. He planned on stopping at the dorm to freshen up, anyways. He pondered how he would handle the situation with Jiah, not being sure that his feelings for her were actually blossoming or not. 

“Jeonginnie!” Jisung said as he walked out of your office. “Have fun at your date tonight!” He winked at Jeongin, he rolled his eyes at Jisung. You walked out with Hyunjin after Jisung left.

“So, I’ll see you tomorrow?” He asked you in his soft voice. Jeongin perked up when he heard that, suddenly interested in the conversation.

“Yeah, count me in. That sounds exciting.” You answered and smiled widely at Hyunjin. 

“Sounds great. I’ll pick you up early, then. We’ll get breakfast if you want.”

“Sure, that sounds nice.” You said, he leaned forward and hugged you tightly. Jeongin stared at you as you hugged him back. Hyunjin tucked your hair behind your ear and kissed your head as he pulled away. Jeongin deadpanned. What did Hyunjin think he was doing? You’re Minho’s girlfriend! Minho would surely lash out at him if he saw that. 

“See you tomorrow, princess. Bye bye, Jeonginnie!” Hyunjin said and you waved as he walked away. 

You walked to his car in silence, while texting someone an apparently long message. When you got in, his stomach flipped. You looked so pretty in the passenger seat of his car. He would gladly take you to and from work everyday if he could admire the simplicity of your beauty like that: the face-framing pieces of your hair were tucked in, you had taken off your blazer, your makeup had oxidized a bit due to wear. And your smell, you smelled like rosemary, your strawberry mocha and a sweetness he couldn’t decipher.

“Sorry for the wait.” You spoke up as he started the car.

“Ah, don’t worry about that. I agreed to wait, didn’t I?”

“Yeah, but it was like 15 minutes instead of 5. I kind of felt guilty for not taking Hyunjin’s offer tonight.”

“Right, busy day tomorrow?”

“Yeah, we were going to go today… to a photography exhibit not too far from here. But, I’m so exhausted. Plus, Minho’s out all weekend camping and, y’know he invited everyone to catch up with him tomorrow. Camping isn’t really for me, though. I’m more of a homebody. Plus, don’t tell the boys, but I’m also in dire need of some peace and quiet.” You chuckled. He couldn’t help but smile at that.

“You don’t like camping?” 

“I don’t, particularly. I can go, but if someone else volunteers, that’d be better. Do you like it? Are you going to meet up with Minho too?” You chuckled again. 

He shook his head. It was then that Jeongin tensed up and realized this is the first time that he’s been entirely alone with you in an inescapable place. The drive wasn’t long, approximately 5 minutes left, but he underestimated the effect you were having on him. 

“Is your day busy tomorrow?” You interrupted his thoughts.

“Huh?” he was deep in thought. “Oh, no. I’m going to work out and then rest.”

“Do you want to watch a movie?” You asked. “I asked Minho if I could invite Hyunjin and he said he’d think about it, but I didn’t know if you’d be okay with it? Felix and Seungmin already bailed on us to go camping.”

“Ah, yeah, I don’t mind. I actually have this horror film that I really want to watch and you know Yongbok doesn’t like them.” He replied. Why had he been the last person you asked, though? He knew that you were probably closer to Felix than him but you definitely weren’t closer to Seungmin, from his perspective.

“Great! It’s settled then.” 

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Jeongin met Jiah at a restaurant near her apartment. He had gotten there a few minutes later than anticipated.

“Hi, sorry I’m late.” He said as he sat down. “You look great.” She really did, Jiah always looked great. 

“Thank you so much, Jeongin. You do too.” She replied with a smile.

“Were you able to order ahead?”

“Yes… Food’s supposed to be here soon enough.”

“Thank you so much. I’m kind of starving.” She smiled sympathetically at him which alerted him. 

“Jeongin?” She asked, after a long pause.

“Yeah?”

“I actually invited you here to talk to you about something…” The waiter arrived with the food. When he left, she continued with a sigh. “I wanted to talk about us…” Jeongin swore he felt his heart stop for a moment then. “I’ve been thinking a lot about what we have and myself, too. I-I was recently offered a job opportunity in the United States. It’ll be a great work opportunity for me but I’d have to be there for at least a year…” She took a breath. “I thought about long distance, we’ve sort of been there before, right? But, a year is such a long time. I don’t want to tie you down by forcing you to be with me and not even being in the picture…”

“Hey.” He said gently, “I’m sorry to interrupt. I’m so happy you have this opportunity. Please don’t feel sorry for me. You’ve worked so hard for this opportunity. You love your job so much. So, if you want to take it, please take it… Don’t think about me or anyone else when it comes to this.”

“No, don’t say things like that, I’m going to cry.” She sniffled. Jeongin chuckled at that.

“Oh no. You can’t cry here. They’ll charge us extra if you do.” She chuckled at that. “In all seriousness, though, I’m not getting in the way of your career goals, just like you haven’t gotten in the way with mine. I support you entirely. Plus, you don’t know where we’ll be in a year or two. Perhaps you’ll be in the US, having fun at a local bar with your new work friends because they gave you a promotion. Or maybe we’re back here, catching up about our recent endeavors.”

“Oh, Jeongin.” She said melancholically. “You’re so sweet. Thank you for understanding.”

“Of course.” 

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Jeongin dropped Jiah off at her door, looked back and drove away. It was then that it hit him that he, now, didn’t have anyone to go on dates with or to rely on when he was sad or frustrated. Funnily enough, this had been the first night that he felt a more genuine connection with her. His eyes filled with tears for the first time that night. The drive to the dorm was quiet, and he was so deep in thought that not even you crossed his mind.

When he arrived, every door was closed so he sat down on the sofa and pondered about where his feelings have been during the past week, shedding a tear or two in the meantime. He cried for Jiah, and Minho, and you. But as if you were calling to him, he overheard you. At first, it was an accident. 

“Min- I’m sorry to call you all of a sudden while you’re having fun.. No, it’s not that, everything’s okay here…” You softly started. “But, I’ve been having this question in my brain all day.” There was a pause. “We’re together, right? I am your girlfriend?” Jeongin knew he shouldn’t be listening to that but his feet carried him closer to Minho’s door. “It’s just that… I’ve been having these weird feelings lately, um, well, it’s been a while now and… I don’t think I’m a good girlfriend, Min…” 

Jeongin felt terrible as he heard you sniffle, he wanted to hug you tightly, to kiss your tears away. He also wanted to continue listening but decided that your privacy was more important. So, he walked over to his shared bathroom and ran a bath for himself. 

And he contemplated the absurdity of it all, how both you and him were having such complicated feelings about your relationships at the same time. Him, having been broken up with, and yours, for whatever reason. 

He dozed off for a second, for the first time in days, he felt too tired to lie awake. He, then, dried himself off and exited the bathroom. He wanted to walk back to Minho’s door, to you, but he decided against it. He didn’t hear any crying either, so he returned to his room. That was the first night since the incident where Jeongin had a decent sleep.

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You were gone when Jeongin woke up. He couldn’t sleep in often due to his frequent morning schedules and he took the opportunity every time he could to do so. It was already past eleven and he still needed to go to the gym. He pondered if he should bother eating breakfast until he walked into the kitchen. 

A yellow sticky note was stuck to the fridge door and in your writing it read:

Hi Jeonginnie. I guess it’s tomorrow by the time you read this. I ordered tteokbokki for two out of habit. There’s one for you inside. -Y/N

Jeongin furiously blushed at that. He was well aware that when you made a double order you were just thinking about Minho. Still, you gave it to him. You could’ve eaten it later that day, but you decided to give it to him. He scanned the fridge for the bowl and heated it up. He hadn’t craved tteokbokki in a while, but he would never deny it when it came from you.

He ate the mildly spicy beef tteokbokki and kept the sticky note in his pocket. He played Animal Crossing in his room for an hour. He wasn’t used to playing games that weren’t violent, but Felix convinced him to try it out. It did help him relax these days where he’s been on edge. 

He didn’t feel like going out anymore, the comfort of his bed lured him but had to force himself to do so. He spent an hour working out at the gym, an activity he usually did with Minho. He couldn’t stop thinking about Minho or Jiah, or you and Hyunjin and whatever you were doing. 

After working out, he went to the grocery store and picked up different food options, in hopes of changing their menu for the following week. When he arrived to the dorm, he saw Hyunjin’s car parked in Minho’s spot. He sighed and walked up the stairs to their floor. He opened the door to see you and Hyunjin sitting on the sofa. Hyunjin’s arm was sitting on top of the sofa behind you. 

Jeongin’s heart started beat faster when yours and Hyunjin’s eyes shifted to him. He stared at both of you for a second; if you had been a couple, you’d be the prettiest couple he’d seen in real life. He knew that Hyunjin was a very explicit romantic and very attentive to detail which paired well with your giving nature. Jeongin noticed some new cat-friendly flowers on a vase in a bookshelf that Meadow never jumped on. 

He also noticed that you had a new Versace scarf wrapped around one of the handles of your purse. He felt a cold sweat. Could Hyunjin be any more sleazy? Taking you on a date while Minho was away, buying you gifts, putting his arm around you. Who does he think he is? 

“Jeongin!” Hyunjin exclaimed as he stood up to wrap an arm around him. But, Jeongin couldn’t play along, not when he was so explicitly flirting with you, something none of them dared to do, or did they? Hyunjin dragged him to sit on the sofa between you two, his clothed thigh brushing against your bare one. “How did your date go yesterday?” Jeongin wasn’t expecting that question.

“Uh, yeah, not great.” He answered while slightly blushing.

“Wait, what happened?” You asked with a concerned expression, putting your hand on his thigh. He automatically jumped and you immediately removed your hand. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to…”

“Uh, she dumped me? I guess. She’s moving in like a month.. to the US.” You gasped.

“Oh no. I’m so sorry, Innie. I know that you liked her a lot.”

“Yeah, me too, Jeonginnie. How are you?” Hyunjin asked, a question that had plagued him for a while. 

“Thanks and, um, I’m okay. It’s weird but we weren’t together for long so… I don’t know. I don’t want to talk about it.” You both nodded at his response.

“So, Hyunjin is bailing on me too.” You changed the conversation topic. 

“Ah, no! You don’t get it, STAY asked me for that live. I forgot it was tonight but I can’t let them down. I’ve been really busy lately and haven’t interacted with them, you know that.” He leaned over Jeongin’s lap to take your hand. “I’ll make it up to you.” Jeongin couldn’t help but make a disgusted expression. 

“I’m kidding. I don’t mind. STAY is more important than watching a movie.” You chuckled, shaking your hand off his. “You’re traumatizing Innie.”

“Sorry, Jeonginnie. This is how our dynamic works.” He fluttered his eyelashes at Jeongin. Jeongin rolled his eyes at Hyunjin. Being around Hyunjin and him making flirty remarks at Jeongin always made him nervous, even if he played it off. You made him nervous too, he was on the shier side with women in general. He avoided eye contact with you and his other hyungs’ girlfriends at first. 

He worked a lot on being comfortable with you during these past years, just to not be able to look at you in the eyes anymore. Jeongin remembered the forgotten grocery bags next to him and walked over to unload them in the kitchen. He heard Hyunjin’s voice and stood in the kitchen doorway.

“I have to get going. I need to get some makeup on me before the live.”

“You look good just like this, though. I’m sure that STAY will like you  this way, maybe even a little more.” You smiled at him as you stood up to walk him out. He blushed. Jeongin imagined you telling him that. “Thank you for everything, Hyunie. I had so much fun.” Jeongin’s heart fell at your use of a nickname when referring to Hyunjin.

“I’ll gladly take you out again whenever you want. Ask and you shall receive.” Hyunjin smiled sheepishly at you. His hand squeezed your waist as he leaned in and kissed your cheek, his lips lingered on you more than a friend’s would, in Jeongin’s opinion. “Bye, princess.” He looked at Jeongin. “Bye, Jeonginnie, stop being a pervert. We’re all friends here.” He gave you a quick hug and walked out the door. You turned to Jeongin’s direction and your face was a deep red color, just like his.

“Sorry about that. You know Hyunjin, he’s just teasing.” You justified while awkwardly smiling. You walked over to Minho’s room and opened to door to open his door, revealing a sleeping Meadow. 

Hyunjin was less allergic to cats than Changbin, he had no problem taking his allergy pills beforehand but you didn’t want to inconvenience him if it was a shorter stay. Meadow didn’t mind being in Minho’s room, she didn’t even wake up when you opened it. 

“Um, I’m going to shower.” Jeongin announced. “We can watch the movie afterwards, if you want.”

“Yeah, only if you still want to…” You looked up at him.

“Of course, noona.” He grinned. Jeongin was quick to say yes to anything you asked him to do. 

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Jeongin had questioned his abilities to self-regulate before the incident, but he never felt that he could become so out of touch with them. He felt like a schoolboy around you; he blushed when your eyes met his, his heart beat faster whenever he heard your voice, he replayed scenarios of you fucking him before going to sleep. He couldn’t help but pray every time these came to mind. 

His guilt was eating him up, and he felt it served him right for being so reserved all of the time. He had nobody to seriously talk to about this. Anyone he told, would probably tell Minho in a heartbeat. He tried to sigh everything out during his cold shower before having to face you. 

When he left the bathroom, you had the living room set up. You had pushed both sofas against each other, into a makeshift bed of sorts. Jeongin gulped. There were snacks and blankets on the sofa, two tables next to the sofas, on top of those tables were your water bottles and some diet soda. Jeongin gulped once more.

 Did you expect him to lay down next to you? If it were any other member, he’d understand, but him? Jeongin was practically allergic to skinship and everyone knew it. He had avoided any close proximity to you since he met you, not having hugged you even once in those two years. 

“Ugh, Innie?” You snapped him out of his thoughts. “Are the couches good like this? This is how we always do it at the 3racha dorm, but I know you don’t like being close to anyone.” You chuckled. He smiled nervously, thinking: would it be weird to say no when everyone else is okay with it?

“Anything’s good with me, noona.” You stepped closer to him, squinting, as if you were inspecting his expression. 

“C’mon, Innie. You can drop the formalities, you know? No one else calls me noona. And, I really won’t be offended if you don’t like the arrangement just because I’m older than you. Plus, it’s not even that much of an age gap anyways.”

“Okay, Y/N, better?” You nodded. “I’m fine with it, really. You’re being, like, Jisung annoying right now.” You clutched your heart in your chest.

“Ouch, okay. That hurt. I didn’t need the full hyung experience either.” You pouted. 

“I’m sorry noona. I-”

“Innie, I’m totally kidding. My best friends are Bin, Minho and Jisung so I’m used to it. You don’t need to be so nervous, okay? I won’t tease you anymore, sorry about that.” He chuckled nervously. “C’mon.” You tugged at his arm. 

Your makeshift bed wasn’t the best way to watch the movie but it was more comfortable than he expected. The couches weren’t big, he knew that but they were big enough to accommodate you two without having to touch each other whilst laying down. The movie was playing but he couldn’t stop staring at you every minute or so until you blankly stared at him. 

“Are you still mad at me?” You asked, pausing the movie.

“W-what? I’ve never been mad at you.”

“Innie, you’ve been staring at me nonstop with this ultra concerned expression. What’s on your mind?” His heart started racing.

“Um, nothing really. I’m just not all there, you know, I just broke up with Jiah…and…”

“You want to talk about it?” He shook his head. 

“Okay. I just feel like there’s something here that you don’t want to talk about. Like, um… maybe you… watching me and Minho in a compromising position that night?” FUCK.

“Fuck, noona, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to. I wanted to get Meadow her food and…and…” Jeongin felt tears welling up, his mind rushing with every self-deprecating thought he could muster up.

“No, no, baby, no. I’m not mad at you.” You reached up to him and gently took his face in your hands. “Innie, I’m sorry about you having to see that. At first, I really doubted that anyone had seen us but you’re kinda being more jittery than usual. I’m really sorry, Innie. I feel so bad.” His face felt warm in your hands, his expression was guilt-ridden and it absolutely broke your heart. You let go of his face once he looked at you.

“No, noona. I’m sorry. I didn’t know. And then, I just was so shocked. T-then Minho hyung came out and I thought he would kill me.”

“No, Innie, of course not. Minho would never, it was our fault for leaving the door open anyways…” You started. “I’m so embarrassed.” You nervously took a sip of your water, covering the crimson blush that formed on your face. “I’m sorry if I made things weird. I just couldn’t handle not knowing.”

“You’re really not mad, noona?” You shook your head.

“Are you sure that you’re not traumatized?”

“Maybe, but not in the way you’d think…” He impulsively declared, both of your eyes widening. 

“So, in what way then?” You interrogated, your voice expressed both curiosity and intrigue. Jeongin swallowed.

“I couldn’t stop thinking about it… You and Minho hyung… you know… Ugh…”

“So, you really didn’t know that me and Minho slept together?” Your voice was sardonic.

“No, I did, but seeing it was… weird.”

“Did you like it kind of weird?” You asked, more directly this time, maintaining eye contact with him. He scanned your expression for a moment. He sighed. 

“Fuck… yes.” Was all you needed to hear before smashing your lips onto his. His eyes closed at the second he felt you; your hands were wrapped around his neck, your eyes were closed and his heart was beating out of his chest when reality hit him. What were you doing? Wouldn’t this piss Minho off? You separated yourself from him.

“Innie? Are you going to kiss me back or did I royally misread into this?” You asked, blushing. He grinned. His hands found the small of your back and pushed you towards him again, meeting you into the kiss. You deepened the kiss, your tongue asked for entrance and he gladly allowed it. He had never felt whatever this was. 

You were now straddling his lap, his arms were wrapped around you, his cock had been hard since you slipped into the couch and you could feel it. His boxers were now soaked with pre-cum but he was entirely unbothered by that. You ground yourself in his lap and Jeongin couldn’t help but let out a thirsty moan from deep within him. He separated himself from you then. As much as he wanted to enjoy this, Minho’s image kept playing in his head.

“Noona. What about Minho hyung?” You chuckled. 

“Minho is my boyfriend…but we do this from time to time, if we especially like the person.” You started, catching your breath. “And, I really really like you, Innie.” That was enough for him, he stood up and held one hand for you and led you to his room. Jeongin’s self consciousness came out at that moment. His room wasn’t too messy but it wasn’t tidy either, a typical boy room with his game remotes and consoles laying out. 

“Baby, stop overthinking…just enjoy this. I’ve been wanting this for a while now” you confessed. Jeongin blinked a few times, in absolute shock. “What?”

“You’ve been wanting this?”

“Of course, Innie. We can talk about it if you want.” You suggested, he nodded and returned to your lips as you straddled him once again. He pulled away and sheepishly smiled at you, tugging his shirt off. 

His chest was broader than you anticipated, his muscles were well defined. You dragged a hand through his torso, stopping at the patch of hair below his belly button before you followed him suit, taking off your shirt as well. He stared at your breasts that sat comfortably in your black lace bra. Jeongin’s imagination ran wild during the past week, not expecting to actually perceive them in real time.

“Ah, so you like boobs after all.” You chuckled as your hands reached to open your bra clasp. Jeongin’s hands helped you finish removing it.

“Can I?” He asked and looked down at your breasts, in awe as you lifted them up from sagging. You nodded. His hands replaced yours, long fingers grabbing at your pebbled nipple. His mouth latched on to your other nipple and harshly tugged at it, you moaned at that and felt Jeongin smirk beneath you. 

He couldn’t get enough of you. This is the connection he had always been yearning for when he slept with someone. Jeongin felt your hand wander down between you and stroke his forgotten erection. He moaned at your movements around his clothed length.

“Innie, I’m so wet for you.” You confessed, making him moan again. 

“Noona, you can’t say that. I’m going to bust and I haven’t even felt you.”

“We can’t have that, then.” You said as you tilted his face upwards with your free hand, to look at you. “I kind of need you inside me now.” You moaned whilst grinding your hips into his. Jeongin swore that he could see stars. He slightly lifted you off him and leaned over to his bedside table. He neatly grabbed a condom out of a box. 

“Don’t you want to feel me raw?” You asked as you tilted your head. Jeongin could feel chills down his spine.

“B-but, noona. I don’t want to get you, uh, pregnant or anything…” Nonetheless, his cock twitched at the thought.

“Oh, trust, that won’t happen. I take my birth control almost religiously.”

“And what about STIs?”

“I’m clean, Minho’s clean too.” He cringed at your obscene mention of Minho. “The company gets us tested regularly, too. But if you want to use the condom feel free to do so.” The condom was discarded on the floor as soon as you confirmed that you were clean.

“I’m sorry to ask this but can we skip foreplay? I promise that I’ll make it up to you.” He asked as he lowered his sweats. You nodded. He lowered his underwear to reveal his leaking cock. You stared at it, making him feel self conscious. His dick was beautiful, the perfect size and girth, not too long or too thick. You didn’t fail to notice the many beads of pre-cum leaking over his angry, pink head, onto the curly patch of hair at its base. 

“Wow, Innie. You’re so beautiful.” You said, your eyes twinkling. He smiled shyly. 

“Can I see you?” He asked, with a hand working on his cock, the other reached to your pajama pants. You helped him lower them doing, revealing your soaked, black lace underwear. He took his hand off his cock to lower those himself. 

He was in awe of your beauty, a goddess in his eyes. Your plush body, your soft curves and your gorgeous cunt. Jeongin didn’t know vaginas could be that beautiful but as soon as he caught sight of yours, he knew he wanted to worship it forever. To worship you. “You’re incredible, noona.” He expressed as you laid down on his bed. 

He could see your wet folds and he felt the need to taste you. Jeongin lowered his head to your cunt, the soft hair adorning it tickled his face as he experimentally licked it. You moaned at that, surprised at him going down on you, having asked earlier to skip foreplay. He kept making out with your cunt, while you shuddered at the feeling of him going down on you. He moaned at you, your sounds, your taste, the visions of you.

“Can I fuck you now, noona? Please? I’ll cum if I don’t.”

“Yes, Innie. I’m yours.” You replied, your head was thrown back. He dragged the head of his cock between your folds and gathered your juices. His cock’s head bumped your entrance making both of you moan. He slowly pushed in, moaning with every drag inside you. 

“You’re too tight, noona. Is Minho not fucking you good enough?” He smirked. 

“Oh, he is and even if he wasn’t, Hyunjin’s good too. I’m pretty satisfied.” You replied, he thrusted in harshly, filling you up completely.

“So, I’m not that special, huh? You’ve just been fucking everyone here?” He panted as he kept erratically thrusting inside you. You moaned ever so sweetly at his movements and Jeongin swore that he would come right then. The sounds of your bodies meeting would take him over the edge at any minute. The warmth of your cunt was incomparable to anything that he had ever experienced until that moment. He knew not to worship the mundane, but how could he not, when you exist. 

“Hmmm. Maybe. But nobody except Minho has gotten me raw before.” You said in between pants. “So, I guess you are that special after all.” He moaned. He could feel your pelvis against his as he thrusted, his head was hidden in your neck. He sucked hickeys onto it, making sure Minho knew who fucked you as he left his marks. 

“Noona, you’re so fucking good. You’re so … fucking…perfect.” He said in between trusts. He could feel you clenching against his cock, moaning in perfect harmony. “I want to be inside you every day.”

“You might have a bit of competition there.” You said, catching his gaze. He smirked at you.

“I don’t care.” He pulled out, making you whine at the feeling of emptiness. You caught onto him and bent over. He slid in quickly, your wetness welcoming him warmly. “You have me now. You don’t need anyone else.”

“Innie, you feel so great. I can feel you throbbing. Are you close?” He moaned at that. “You want to cum?” His thrusts became frantic and sloppy, nearly slipping out of your soaked cunt multiple times. “Honey, do you want to cum?” He moaned once again as he buried his face in the back of your neck. His legs were almost giving up, his hands grabbed your hips so harshly that you knew bruises would form on your sensitive skin.

“Yes, noona. I’ve been holding it for so long.” He moaned deliciously. “I want to cum so badly. You feel so…” He paused when you clenched around him, making him feel every warm and wet crevice of your cunt.

“You want to cum inside, Innie?” You asked and clenched around him again. He moaned once again, speeding up his thrusts.

“N-noona, I can’t… N-…” He couldn’t even finish his sentence before the feeling of your warm walls made him unload. He came in ropes and ropes of warm, thick seed inside of you. Your sweet sounds further pushing him over. His orgasm felt like a lifetime. He took a second to catch his breath. “Are you insane?” You chuckled at that.

He had never felt closer to anyone before, feeling his overstimulated cock inside your cum-flooded cunt. His cum inside you; that was a fantasy in itself. 

“Hey! You’re the one who couldn’t even hold on for a second after me asking that.” You replied. “It feels good. You were really saving it up, huh?” He blushed furiously, avoiding eye contact with you.

“I didn’t even get you to finish. Let me.” He slowly pulled out with a hiss and you shifted to lay on your back. Then, he lowered himself down to your pussy, basking in the sight of his cum oozing out of you. The door swiftly opened to reveal a very intense-looking Minho. Jeongin froze for a second, quickly pulling himself back from your body.

“Okay! Honeymoon’s over.” Minho smirked. “Hi jagi. You look deliciously fucked out.” He scoffed at Jeongin’s shocked expression. “What? Weren’t you just raving about how we don’t fuck her well enough? Don’t tell me you’re all scared now?” He smirked again and sat on the bed next to you.

“You let him cum inside, really?” Minho whined and pouted. “You didn’t let me hit raw until, like, the fifth time.” Jeongin grinned at that, Minho glared at him.

“Sorry, Min. He was just too good to me. I was so desperate.” You chuckled and extended your arm to Jeongin. He, hesitantly, laid down next to your form, you cuddled up to him.

“Well, since you like him that much, I think I’ll eat him out of you.” Minho teased.

He lowered his head to your core to lick at it. You stared at up Jeongin, not missing the way he licked his lips at the sight of Minho between your legs. You moaned into Jeongin’s chest as Minho worked his expert tongue on you. You pulled him into a sloppy kiss and he couldn’t help but feel envious at how well Minho knew your body.

He had you cumming in mere minutes. Your kisses intensified as you came to your high. Your sweet moans and the way your skin felt hot against him had Jeongin leaking precum again. Minho chuckled as he gave one last kiss to your folds. 

He raised his head to look at you both. Jeongin had pulled his boxers on but his bulge was visibly hard beneath them. 

“I expect you to make her cum next time.” He announced. Jeongin rolled his eyes. Next time?

“I was about to when you interrupted us, hyung.” He argued. Minho chuckled as he, visibly hard too, kissed your lips. “Plus, I didn’t give you permission to satisfy your sexual needs in my room.” You giggled at that.

“I didn’t give you permission to fuck my girlfriend, did I?” Minho snickered. Jeongin blushed. “I’m satisfying her needs, anyways.”

“Stop bickering, please. This was supposed to be an enlightening experience for both of you too.” You stated as Minho stood up. 

“I’ll get around to liking the dynamic soon enough.” Minho teased. “Jeonginnie just has to accept me as part of it.” Jeongin scoffed once more. “See you soon, jagi?” You nodded. He walked over to the door and winked at Jeongin before exiting, closing the door behind him.

“He’s not going to be a part of any of my dynamic.” Jeongin stated as he folded his arms. You rolled your eyes.

“Minho can be, well, Minho. But, I did see you get hard when he ate me out.”

“Noona, that wasn’t because of him, it’s you.” He whined. “I get hard when I’m around you.”

“Sure. What about the way you looked at Hyunjin today?” You chuckled, he blushed. “We’ll talk about that later. More importantly, are you okay, Innie?” He sheepishly grinned.

“Yeah. I think I’ve wanted this for longer than I admitted to.” He confessed, you smiled.

“Yeah, me too. And, I would love to do this again,” You sighed. “But, you do know that Minho will always be part of it, right?”

“Yes, noona. I know, but, I’m not giving him that satisfaction over me yet.” He replied. You giggled. 

“That does make things more interesting.” 

There was a short pause after that, Jeongin fumbled with his church ring and you took his hand in yours. His slender fingers caressed yours, sending shivers to your skin. 

“Thank you, noona.” 

“Thank you, Innie. I do mean what I said, I really really like you… a lot. I know you prefer more traditional relationships but… I’m always here if you want to try something different.” You blushed. He leaned in and pressed his lips against yours. “As long as you can accept the Minho of it all. He is my boyfriend after all.”

“I still have a lot to think about. This is really new to me so bear with me. Still, I know that I like you a bit too much right now.” He admitted. “So, not even Minho hyung can throw me off.”

“Of course, think it over for as long as you want. We can work with you and Minho afterwards.” You chuckled. The door slowly opened to reveal Minho holding two glasses of water. He walked over to you and handed one to each of you. You sat up, separating from Jeongin for the first time since you came into the room. 

“So, when I fuck Y/N later, do you want to eat her creampied cunt?” He wiggled his eyebrows at Jeongin, who had a deadpan expression.

“Depends on who creampied her.” He answered. “If it was me, I’ll gladly do so.”

“Sheesh. The maknae gives his first creampie and he thinks he’s all that.” Minho teased Jeongin. “You have to work on your aftercare too.”

“Hyung!” Jeongin complained, making Minho snicker.

“I won’t interrupt again.” Minho held his arms up in surrender. He winked at you and walked out, closing the door behind him again.

“When did he even get here?” Jeongin questioned as he buried his blushing face on your shoulder. 

“Actually, I have no idea.” You giggled. Your hand reached upwards to stroke his hair.

“Noona?”

“Yeah?"

“Do you actually have sex with the other members?” He asked with a hushed voice. 

“Kind of?” You replied. “I’ve only had sex with Hyunjin and Minho’s been involved both times.” 

“Involved? You mean, like a threesome?” He looked up at you with widened eyes.

“Yeah… I told you it was different with you.” He tried to hide his smile but his dimples gave it away. 

“Then why’d you say that you fucked everyone?” He pouted.

“You seemed to like that.”

“N-no!”

Jeongin blushed. He sat up and scanned your expression. You looked flushed but content, like a weight had been lifted off your shoulders. Maybe he was just projecting onto you, but you looked almost peaceful. You were absolutely breathtaking like this, with your bare, glowy skin, your messy hair, your glossy eyes, your cocky smirk, the freckles that adorned your shoulders; entirely yourself.

You felt so homely, a comforting presence that he couldn’t feel in a physical place. Or explain in words. Incomprehensibly purposeful, was the only fathomable way to express what he felt. Like he was meant to be there with you.

“So, you’ll think it through?” You asked as your eyes met his. His hand met yours, your fingers were cool to the touch. He nodded.

“Do I have to fuck Minho?” He whined.

“Not unless you want to.” You laughed. “He’ll probably want to watch us from time to time, though, if you’re okay with that.” 

“I can do that… I think?”

“Slowly but surely.”

“And… he’s really okay with this?” He asked.

“He is.” You replied as you stroked his hand with your thumb. Jeongin reached out to grab your face in his hands and placed a kiss on your lips. You melted into his touch. “We can all talk about it with him.” He nodded.

“Yeah, that’ll be good. But, I think I’ll keep you here for just a while longer. Just in case Minho takes it back.” He said as he placed a kiss on your bare shoulder. You smiled at him as he pulled you down on the bed with him. “Just for your information, I don’t mind skinship if it’s with you.” He nuzzled his face to your neck, his arms were laid on your waist and his heart beat fast in his chest. 

You fell asleep in his arms not long after and he couldn’t believe that the image of you in his arms wasn’t a figment of his imagination. Even with the complex nature of your not-so-newfound appreciation for each other. Jeongin felt like everything was peaceful.

And, as the night fell, he couldn’t help but create scenarios of you in his bed. 

Or, to his surprise, in Minho’s.

To be continued

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The repetitive house music echoed through the building, the buzz of your third sex on the beach cocktail was taking its influence on you. Admittedly, if your best friend wouldn’t have dragged you to your high school’s tenth anniversary reunion, you wouldn’t have been there. Nonetheless, you were, reconnecting with people you hadn’t thought about since you graduated. You would’ve never guessed that your reunion would actually be hosted like a house party like the ones your friends threw when their parents were out of town for the weekend —instead of a formal dinner party. You walked around the patio aimlessly, hazy from the drinks, in desperate need of some fresh air and confused at the layout of the house. 

“Y/N! C’mon. They’re going to play seven minutes in heaven!!” Your friend shouted, grabbing your arm. You chuckled, rolling your eyes at the odd choice of game for the night. A circle of people was formed, bottle in the middle of it. Most people weren’t playing as they had attended with their partners. Jiah made room for you two in the circle. She giggled, wrapping her arm around you. 

“You guys know the rules already!” Changbin was a bit too enthusiastic about it. “Bottle lands on someone, you go to the room! Seven minutes to do whatever you please!!!” Everyone laughed at that, you weren’t surprised. Changbin was always a fan favorite in your class. Effortlessly funny, charming and always helpful, always kind, always the center of attention. The people who hadn’t sat in the circle looked at you with curiously amused expressions —like they had never expected that they’d see another high school party game like this one. You were sure that you would never see another one, let alone experience it. But you couldn’t bother to care too much, not when your adult responsibilities waited for you the next day. 

Changbin let Jeongin spin the bottle first. Jeongin was the youngest —that you knew of— amongst everyone who was playing. He wasn’t a member of your class, but his brother had been and he used to tag along all the time. His shy smile appeared once Changbin called his name, long fingers maneuvering the bottle into a spin. Curious eyes watched the crystal bottle turn around and around. The bottle took a stop in between Hyunjin and Felix who were only a few people away from you. Your breath hitched when you realized that the bottle could actually target you. 

“Jeonginnie! You have a tough choice there!” Changbin’s laughed echoed through the room. 

“Ew, no. I’ll spin it again.” Jeongin said in defeat. The same curious eyes watched the bottle spin again —silence filled the room, until it landed… on you. You noticed Jeongin gulp, hesitantly standing up. You smirked, standing up and looking back at Jiah. That’s when you saw him, standing in the threshold of the room, eyes boring into yours. Lee Minho in all of his glory, usually nonchalant, too cool to be there, anyways. And his gaze never averted from yours, a single eyebrow raised defiantly. Jeongin extended his hand for you to take, and you did; even if you could still feel Minho staring.

You closed the door to the room and sat down on the bed, waiting for Jeongin to join you. Yang Jeongin was dreamy. He usually had a shy smile on his face and his eyes crinkled when he smiled. He was always proper and polite with you but mean to his brother’s friends. He smiled at you taking a sit next to you on the bed. 

“OKAY, LOVEBIRDS. TIMER STARTS NOW!” Changbin shouted from the outside. 

“Hi noona.” Jeongin greeted, voice low and breathy. 

“Hi, Innie. It’s nice to see you again.” You said, your own voice low. You weren’t sure if you wanted to kiss Jeongin, but seeing him like this… up close, eyes fluttering to your lips, convinced you. “We don’t have to do anything if you don’t want to…” Jeongin chuckled.

“I know it’s stupid but I do, if you do… I missed out on playing seven minutes in heaven when I was in high school, so I just figured…” Jeongin confessed, you could tell he was blushing even with the poor lighting, avoiding your gaze. “Plus, I kind of had a crush on you for like a year or two after you completely obliterated my brother in Mario Kart that one time…” You laughed. 

“That’s actually so cute. I had no idea!” You added. “You hid it pretty well.” Jeongin chuckled. He looked at you again. 

Your hand cupped his sculpted jawline as one of his found its way to your waist. He squeezed it reassuringly. You pressed your lips on his; slow and at first to see how he would react. To your surprise, sweet and shy Jeongin deepened the kiss quickly, attentive to your own reactions but confident in his decision. Jeongin was a good kisser, undeniably so. His strong hands caressed your waist, digging his fingers every time the kiss deepened. 

You experimentally placed one of your hands on his thigh, which made Jeongin groan into the kiss, but you didn’t take it any further. Instead, you lost yourself in the kiss, toying with his tongue; he sucked your bottom lip in response. Jeongin lied down on the bed and you prepared yourself to straddle him, feeling his clothed erection when you did. Jeongin’s firm hands guided you to move on top of him, the friction of your underwear over his jeans made you moan softly. 

You muffled the moans by leaning forward to kiss Jeongin again as his hands kept their strong hold on your hips. You set your own pace, grinding against him; one of Jeongin’s hands sneaked to your inner thigh and caressed upwards when Changbin pounded on the door. 

“TIME’S UP! I EVEN GAVE YOU EXTRA MINUTES!! I HOPE JEONGINNIE DIDN’T GET BLUE BALLS!” He laughed from the outside. You rolled your eyes, offering Jeongin your hand for him to stand up. 

“Sorry about that. I got carried away. Are you okay?” Jeongin apologized, crimson appearing on his cheeks and neck. You chuckled as you nodded. 

“Don’t feel bad. I enjoyed it. It’s been a while since I’ve made out like that with someone.” You reassured him, only making his blushing even more evident. “Are you okay?” Jeongin nodded and adjusted his erection so it wasn’t noticeable to everyone outside. 

You walked out of the room to see everyone staring at you, waiting for some indicator of what had happened in there. 

“I liked it a lot, noona.” Jeongin whispered into your ear, squeezing your hand before letting go of it. “Would you l—,” you looked over to the same threshold to see Minho smirking.

“So… Y/N, have a seat… did something good happen?” Changbin interrupted, raising his eyebrows at you. Jeongin sighed and walked back to where was initially sitting.

“Sorry, Bin. I realized that I couldn’t possibly handle another round of seven minutes in heaven… it’s way too hot in there.” You said, trying to appear nonchalant. You looked and Jeongin and winked at him. 

Lee Minho stared you down as you walked past him through the corridor to grab some fresh air. You had been embarrassingly overwhelmed at how it felt to be back in a dark, enclosed room, kissing a semi-stranger whilst many others waited to see your reaction when you walked out. You grabbed another drink, surprised at how fast you sobered up after your round was over. 

You returned to the patio and sat down on a wooden loveseat, staring at your drink. A soft chuckle left your lips when you thought about how your high school self would’ve reacted to kissing and dry humping sweet Jeongin, clenching your thighs at the interrupted intimacy. 

“What’s so funny?” You heard someone ask behind you, a voice too similar. You didn’t even have to look back to know who it was. 

“Everything.” You replied as Minho sat down next to you. He finished rolling a blunt and lit it. Minho took a slow hit and offered you. You shook your head. “I don’t smoke weed.”

“You don’t? I could’ve swore that we used to sneak out to get high all the time.” Minho snickered, his handsome face turning into almost a scowl.

“I always preferred edibles.” You said, taking a sip from your drink. “It’s good to see you, Min.”

“I didn’t expect you here.” He said, almost muffled with the blunt in between his lips.

“Yeah, me neither.” You chuckled. “I thought we wouldn’t catch you dead at one of these. Didn’t you say that?” Minho laughed.

“I wanted to see if you’d be here.” Minho replied. 

“I wasn’t going to come.” You admitted. “Jiah convinced me.”

“It seemed like you had fun with Jeonginnie earlier.”

“Who said we did anything other than talking?”

“Your messy lipstick and untucked t-shirt.” Minho replied, quick-witted as ever. “I think we fucked enough times to know what you look like.” That took you aback — Minho speaking about the past so casually, it even felt vulgar. 

“Already bringing up ghosts?” You asked, cocking your eyebrow. “Jeongin and I just… kissed.” 

“Well, I did come here to see you…” Minho replied. “My first impression of you after a decade was seeing you walk into a room with Jeongin… I had to bring it up.”

“Well, we could’ve seen each other many times if you would’ve just… kept in contact.” You sighed. Minho’s eyes met yours, looking almost sad as he put out the blunt.

“What have you been up to?” Minho asked, roughly changing the subject to his favor. 

“Not much.” You shrugged.

“Me neither.” He snickered. 

You smiled into your drink, feeling conflicted at Minho’s presence. For once, you were relieved to see him alive and well after all of those years but you were also filled with a sense of grief for what could have been if Minho didn’t choose to cut contact with everyone.

 You and Minho had had some type of relationship in high school. It never received a label, it just happened. You had known each other for years before it did and you did have a certain love for him. Minho broke your heart when he said that he was done with everyone from school once he graduated. You were sure that he didn’t mean you too— you had been a part of his life for so many years before. But he did; this was the first time you had talked to Minho in ten years. You didn’t expect to see him at the reunion, but he did cross your mind before arriving. You only knew that he was still alive because nobody had told you otherwise. 

“You didn’t greet me when you saw me.” Minho said, you shrugged again.

“I don’t really know you anymore.” You replied. Minho snickered.

“You’re not letting that go, huh?”

“I’m not.” You agreed. 

“Humor me,” Minho always knew how to rile you up, “why?”

“Minho, I don’t want to actually talk about it.” You replied, looking ahead to the empty backyard. 

“Go on. You should let it out.” He said, you sighed. 

“Fine! I spent my whole life with you, Min, as friends. Then, we had this thing, and you still left without a word?” You whispered. Minho stared at you, slowly blinking with a sad smile on his face.

“You never told me that you wanted me in your life after high school.” 

“How could I? All you ever said was that you wanted to leave everyone behind. It was my own fault for thinking that I’d be any different to you.” 

“I didn’t know that you’d still feel so strongly.”

“Me neither.” You confessed. “But, I’m glad that you’re alive. I really am.” 

“Me too. I’m enjoying talking to you again.” He said. “You haven’t changed a bit.”

“I think I’ve changed plenty.”

“Oh? Still so stubborn and sassy; and always calling me out for my shitty decision-making skills?” Minho remarked. “Sounds like you.” You gently pushed his shoulder. 

“What about you? Emotionally avoidant and reeking of weed, I should’ve known you were lurking through.” 

“Exactly. It wouldn’t really be a high school reunion if we weren’t together like this.” 

You laughed without actually finding what he said funny; but being with Minho always made you feel giggly, even when you disagreed or argued. Minho had been your closest friend for years, of course he would still have that effect on you. 

“I saw your mom like a year ago.” Minho added. “She said you were doing well… and that you were getting married…” He cocked an eyebrow. You weren’t surprised that she had boasted about that to Minho, especially since she knew how hurt you were when he disappeared on you.

“Yeah?” You asked, nonchalantly. 

“It did surprise me that you’d kiss Jeongin tonight despite being engaged…or married?”

“I’m not…anymore.” You answered, you looked at him and he looked at you like he did a long time ago. “We broke things off.” 

“Good. I’m single too.” Minho said, which took you aback. 

“I wasn’t…that’s not what I meant.”

“That was my intention, though.” He clarified. “I’ve wanted to call you when your mom said you were getting married. But I didn’t. That would’ve been selfish.”

“Yeah?” 

“Yeah.”

“Whatever, let’s go.” You said, throwing care into the wind. 

You couldn’t resist Minho, not even after all these years. If you were married or still engaged , you wouldn’t have entertained the thought. But sitting next to him… the smell of alcohol, weed and his musky perfume reminded you of the good memories. Every night under the stars, sneaking out to have sex, to smoke or to talk. All those times he picked you up from work. The family gatherings that he would invite you to. The kisses that promised no attachment but he wouldn’t get tired of.

 You didn’t know if you missed feeling young or if a part of you still held on to the possibility of a Minho that was capable of change —of maturing and caring for someone other than himself. You figured that another night with Minho wouldn’t hurt anyone. It was easy for you to agree. 

“Really?” Minho asked with a soft chuckle. You shrugged.

“Why not? Backing out already?” You defied him.

“That doesn’t sound like me.”

You said a quick goodbye to your friend, who questioned why you were leaving so early —until she saw Minho leaning on the door, waiting for you. She rolled her eyes and expressed her disappointment at your choice to go with Minho. Nonetheless she hugged you goodbye (“you could do better, you know?” You shrugged). It wasn’t that serious, anyways. 

You had always loved Minho —as a friend. His betrayal of your lifelong friendship hurt more than any other sexual endeavor that you had; even if the sex had always been great. That was it for you. You weren’t going with Minho because you wanted him to fall in love with you or because you wanted to fix him. You left with Minho because you wanted to be careless, to feel young and stupid again, to make mistakes that you would later regret and long afterwards look fondly upon. Minho felt like nostalgia…not a happily ever after. 

You walked to his car in silence with a boxed wine in one of your hands and a sangria pouch in the other. Minho unlocked his surprisingly nice car and opened the door for you. You slid inside, the leather interior invaded your sense of smell. Minho laughed when he saw your nose scrunch at it. 

“I should have known you’d still be sensitive to the new car smell.” He remarked —a reference to the first time he picked you up from school in his mom’s new car many years ago. He rolled down the windows before speeding off. 

You hated the how the night air felt on your face, tossing and messing up your hair. Minho had a lit blunt in one hand, so you decided to let the windows down. The faint smell of weed and leather made you nauseous in itself. He passed the joint, to which you hesitantly took a puff from. It had been more than a decade since you inhaled any type of smoke. The sensation took you by surprise, your coughing was loud enough to concern Minho who just took the blunt away from you. 

“Noted. Edibles are definitely your poison, I’ll make sure to stock up for next time.” He said, taking an expert puff. ‘Next time’ caught you off guard, but you decided to not pry about it. You were certain that there wouldn’t be a ‘next time’. You took a gulp of your sangria and tried to focus on the music that was playing instead of your annoyance with the wind. 

A couple of minutes later, Minho pulled up to a street and parked in a house’s driveway. The houses were all nearly identical, plain and beige —only the cars out front were slightly distinguishable. Minho living in a cul-de-sac was definitely a strange sight to have perceived. You remained in the car until he unlocked the door and he signaled you to come in, which was your queue to get up with your trusted wine box in hand and enter the house. Its interiors were as beige and plain as its exteriors, only framed pictures of Minho’s cats and family could indicate that he lived there by just looking at the living room. It smelled like him —not like his perfume or his weed— it smelled clean like fresh laundry, a little floral and comforting. It made you remember that Minho wasn’t just your douchebag friend who broke your heart. You placed the wine box on the table in the kitchen and simply stared at Minho who served two glasses of water.

“For you.” He said, handing you one. “I think you’ve had plenty to drink already tonight. We can save the wine for later.” Minho was always gentle and caring, too. 

“Yeah…thanks.” You agreed. Minho smiled at you in a shy way, as he had always done when he was nice to anyone. 

Minho invited you to sit next to him on his living room’s couch. Admittedly, your cockiness had died down and you were embarrassed to even have suggested leaving the party. But Minho made you feel comfortable in his own way, he talked about his cats, who were still thriving since you last heard of them. He also spoke about his life as a professional dancer, which surprised you. You knew that Minho was an avid dancer, but to make a living out of it was very curious to you. You spoke about your own job. Minho asked about your engagement but you didn’t elaborate… and he didn’t pry.

“I just asked because…” he sighed, “I was engaged too…very briefly.”

“Oh. I’m sorry to hear that, Min.”

“I’m fine.” He said. “I don’t think we were right for each other, anyways.” You chuckled.

“Funny… that’s the same thing I told my ex when we broke up.” You noted and sighed, staring at your half empty glass of water. “I don’t regret having broken the engagement off but… dating is harder the older you get.”

“Yeah.”

“Well…”

“Yeah…we should, right?” You nodded.

Minho’s hand found your neck as he leaned into you slowly. You, impatiently, met him in the middle, slamming your lips on his. Minho’s lips still felt the same, soft but chapped; they tasted the same too, like weed, alcohol and a hint of mintiness. Minho’s pace was different to what you remembered, he was kissing you softly, savoring. Meanwhile, you were desperate to deepen the kiss, hungry for the rush of intensity that Minho brought out in you. Instead, he took his time caressing your cheek and licking your lips in a silent request for you to mellow down.

 You eventually did; because you loved the taste of Minho, especially after such a long time —especially when the last thing you would have expected was to kiss him again. You felt Minho’s hand tighten on your neck —barely noticeable if you weren’t as focused as you were, which let you know that he was just as needy as you. His other hand found your waist, softly caressing the bit of skin that was left uncovered, then wrapping his around you. You pressed closer to Minho, almost falling on top him as he leaned back on the couch. Minho broke the kiss to look at your face, scanning your expression with a smirk.

“F-fuck, Y/N.” He said before dragging you down to completely sit on top of him. Minho’s hands found the hem of your t-shirt and started lifting it up slowly… as if you’d stop him. But you couldn’t, you didn’t want to. Especially not when you stared into his big glossy eyes who looked at you like he always did —in awe. You furrowed your brows because Minho always looked at you like that. Those were the eyes he made at you the last time you saw each other and he was still more than eager to leave you anyways. You sighed, stopping yourself from your remorseful thoughts. 

So, you clashed your lips to Minho’s again, dragging your hips up and down against his crotch. You opened your eyes to see Minho’s beautiful face, lips parted, brow-furrowed and humming every time you ground your hips onto his. That sight itself made everything worthy. You felt electricity every time Minho’s clothed erection made contact with your now-soaked underwear. You huffed when Minho stopped you by abruptly sitting up. You shifted your weight to his strong thighs and he just stared at you, sighing deeply.

“I owe you the bed, at least.” He said with a breathy laugh, handing you the discarded shirt. “You feel… amazing.” You stood up from his lap and Minho led the way to his room. You quietly followed him, looking at every picture frame that hung on the corridor. You clutched your discarded t-shirt to your chest, like you used to do when you sneaked around as teenagers. 

Minho’s room was as you expected, minimalistic yet messy. The unmade bed and manga scattered around his desk indicated that he either didn’t spend too much time there or he bedrotted extensively. Minho apologized and folded his comforter, placing it aside on his dresser. As soon as he finished, his hands and lips were back on you. Minho kissed you fearlessly, hands roaming through your waist before signaling you to lay down on the bed. You sat down instead, looking up at him as your hands reached for his belt. Minho bit his lip to suppress a moan when your hand caressed his growing bulge. Your unbuckled his belt and your nimble fingers undid the buttons of his jeans, Minho pulled his pants down. 

An evident tent formed in Minho’s underwear when you freed him from the confines of his jeans. You teased his cock over his underwear, pumping it as a small patch of precum formed. He looked absolutely gorgeous whilst he threw his head back at the feeling of your hands on him. You lowered his boxers to see his hard, cock reddened with arousal. The patch of hair at its base was already matted with how much precum he leaked. You didn’t hesitate to take him into your mouth, giving his leaking tip kitten licks. Minho moaned, grabbing a handful of your hair as you bobbed your head, taking him deeper into your mouth. Minho’s grip on your hair tighten when you swirled your tongue around his shaft, taking in the salty taste of his precum. You cupped his heavy, full balls in your hands, which made him look at you again. 

“F-fuck! Fuck, I’m cumming.” Minho warned…a plea for you to stop. But, you kept sucking and licking along his cock. Minho’s orgasm took over him, spilling ropes and ropes of thick cum inside your mouth. You didn’t think twice before swallowing the salty remnants of his arousal. “Damn, you’re so fucking hot.” Minho pressed his lips on yours, quickly slipping his tongue inside your mouth; capturing your form beneath him. “I’ll never get used to that pretty little mouth.” His lips trailed kissed along your jaw and neck, sucking dark marks on the latter. You slipped out of your skirt when Minho disconnected from you.

 Minho’s lips traveled down to your tits, biting gently at the mounds that spilled from your bra. His fingers carefully undid the front clasp of your bra, making your them spill forward. Minho helped you take off the fabric before diving in to take one of your nipples between your teeth. One of his hands toyed with the other bud, pinching and rolling it in a harsher way as his lips soothed the other nipple. Heat pooled in your stomach as he went from one bud to another until he was satisfied and your nipples left deliciously swollen. Minho blew air at the sensitive buds, which made you moan in response. You caught a glimpse of his satisfied grin when he did.

“I missed doing that.” Minho admitted, placing a gentle kiss on your stomach before hooking a finger on the waistband of your lace underwear. Minho’s delicate hands lowered your panties until they were fully off. He threw them to the floor before making an embarrassed face as he picked them back up and placed them next to the rest of your clothes. You chuckled at how stupidly cute he turned when he did things like those. 

But his facade shifted once his face was buried in your cunt. His tongue licked your folds, saliva mixing with your own arousal as he ate you out. He started with gentle sucks on your clit, which turned into desperate laps on your folds. You couldn’t hold your moans when he was eating you so well, admittedly vocalizing louder than you would’ve liked. But Minho did enjoy when you were loud, humming into your enlarged cunt every time you moaned. His hips rutted against the mattress as your orgasm approached you. You instinctively grabbed a handful of his hair between your legs, tugging at it and gently grinding your hips on his face as you came undone on his mouth. 

“F-fuck, Y/N. You taste so good.” Minho said, lifting himself up to approach your lips; his cock was standing hard, proud and heavy between his legs again. He lifted up your chin. “Taste yourself.” His lips met yours… this time hungrier and desperately as if you were going to disappear. And you did taste yourself, your tangy arousal mixed with the remnants of the taste of Minho’s cum on your mouth made a delectable treat  —he could feel it too.

“Min…” You pleaded breaking off the kiss, “fuck me, please.” His eyes found yours and a playful smirk appeared on his face making him look much more youthful.

“I’ll even make love to you.” He scoffed, barely audible, but he knew that you would catch it. You always did, still you weren’t falling for Minho’s sweet talking this time. 

Minho settled between your legs, cock pleasurably red and erect, slid his tip through your folds —teasing you, something he knew always riled you up. Then, his bulbous tip kissed your cunt. You weren’t sure if it was accidental, but Minho groaned when it caught inside, just slightly. He was about to pull out when you stopped him. 

“P-please, Min…all the way.” You cried, and he obliged, pushing the rest of his cock inside of you. His girth mixed with your tightness was more than pleasurable. You had never felt Minho raw before —he always made sure to use protection even as stupid teens. And you knew that this was a mistake, that you should’ve used a condom. But the feeling of him inside of you with no barriers blurred your sense of responsibility. He wouldn’t complain, not when he was having his own epiphany being inside of you without a condom. You felt his girth in a whole new way, his cock throbbed inside of you when Minho whimpered —hearing Minho made you clench around him. Your walls took his cock impossibly closer to them… to you. 

“I’m going to start thrusting, jagi.” Minho announced, almost breathless. “I’ll cum if I don’t.” The last part was barely audible too, more like a thought out loud. 

Minho shifted his hips slow and steady inside of you; the pace made you clench even harder around him. He bit his bottom lip as he continued his movements inside of you. Minho’s hands found your waist as he leaned his weight against you. His breath was instantly on your mouth, fingers digging into your waist as he hardened his thrusts.

You clenched around him again in defiance. Minho moaned against your lips before kissing you —hard and eager, as if you hadn’t kissed before. The type of kiss you expected the first time he kissed you after a a decade, opposed to his gentle approach. This kiss was hungry, experienced, longing. It made you feel butterflies —not that the other kisses hadn’t. Minho bit your bottom lip after a particularly harsh thrust, then proceeded to leave bite marks on your neck. Even when his mouth wasn’t on you, you could feel its ghost dancing against your sensitive skin. The heat of Minho’s lips was tantalizing to you. 

Minho looked into your eyes once again with a soft look, a dangerous gaze. Like he would tell you that he loved you and would run away with you. And you panicked. 

You stopped Minho, turning around so you would be in all fours. You couldn’t possibly stare at Minho and not fall in love with him when he looked at you like that. Minho was confused, evidently, but he quickly pushed back in with a groan. His thrusts were harsher like this— fast, hungry and desperate as his hips slapped against your ass. His hands dug into your ass, caressing it every time that he thrusted in again. And you couldn’t help but moan at the feeling. 

“Fuck. You still feel so good.” Minho groaned as he kept his eager pace. You swore that you could feel every vein in his cock when he trusted all the way out of you and back inside… until he filled you up completely. “Fuck….fuck. You’ll come around me, right?” You nodded, sneaking your own hand to rub  circles around your already sensitive clit. 

Minho’s weight shifted so you could lay down completely, the pressure of your weight felt good on your cunt. Your fingers were experienced, you knew exactly what you needed to do so you could cum. You held off your orgasm to listen to Minho’s grunts behind you, but you failed to remember that Minho knew exactly what you needed to come, as well. His hand found its way to your neck, small fingers slightly squeezing it. You moaned at the feeling of his hands back on your neck, the familiar warmth around your throat mixed with his thrusts and moans took you over your edge. You clenched around Minho’s thick cock, spasming as your climax unfolded. Minho cursed before you felt an unfamiliar warmth inside of you. Minho halted his movements, apologizing as he unloaded the last ropes of his ardent seed inside of your spent cunt. 

You sighed at the sensation of your cunt drenched in Minho’s cum —a feeling that you could’ve never imagined. Minho kept apologizing, his face buried in your neck. 

“‘M sorry, jagi. I’m sorry.” He repeated, softened cock still inside of you.

“It’s okay, Min.” You reassured, making a mental note to get the morning after pill. “It’s okay.”

You laid there for a few minutes, catching your breaths before Minho pulled out and left the room without another word. You gulped, reaching for your discarded clothes and letting his cum drip onto the sheets of his empty bed —he would have to wash them anyways. Minho returned, fully dressed, as you were putting your bra on, with a bottle of water and a towel in his hands.

“Let me clean you up.” He said, kneeling in front of you, dragging the towel’s rough material against your  sensitive cunt. “Sorry about this.” He bit his lip as he concentrated in cleaning your cunt —you didn’t know why you let him; you just drank your water. Minho kissed your lips when he was done, you stood up. “You’re leaving?” You nodded. 

“It’s late.” You said, Minho chuckled. 

“Come here.” He said, grabbing your hand and dragging you to his bed. “You should stay.” You deadpanned, his hands found your face before kissing you again. “I want you to stay…” 

“You can’t always get what you want, Min.” You said, “this was great, but we’re not magically best friends again or anything. I’m over that.”

“I’m not asking for more… just tonight. You can leave in the morning.” He negotiated. “I know that I hurt you a lot. I didn’t mean to.” 

He opened his arms to you, and you hugged him. The hug itself was more intimate than anything, you felt sorrow when his arms wrapped around your body; nearly crying at the feeling. If someone would have told you that you would be crying in Minho’s arms as a consequence of attending your high school anniversary, you wouldn’t have attended. Minho apologizing did mend your current self, but you cried for your past self —who lost someone that was crucial in her life, who rendered herself unimportant because Minho left her without a second thought. 

You stayed, because that was who you were… because even if Minho treated you badly, you couldn’t help but love him after so many years of being in each other’s lives, even if intermittent. You even felt a sniffle coming from Minho, when his chin was on your shoulder. Because Minho is human and he made mistakes and he apologized, even if it was in his Minhoesque manner. It was different now. You and Minho had felt each other in an entirely different way, more intimate and close and raw. Instead of exciting you… it scared you. 

Minho eventually let go of his hold on you, lying down on the bed next to you. He spoke to you in a soft tone; tearing up as he explained the reason for his lack of presence in your life. You sighed, because you couldn’t hold it against him…because he loved you in the most emotionally unintelligent way and that terrified him. He had been selfish, a selfishness that you couldn’t comprehend; still, you felt sorry for his own unhealed traumatic experiences. 

“I loved you like I’ve never loved anyone before.” Minho admitted. “At first I thought it was a sibling-type of love but it clearly wasn’t. And…I would’ve done anything for you… no questions asked. I thought that I was losing my mind…” he chuckled. “…it wasn’t healthy, y’know, for someone who wasn’t your…anything.” You stayed silent, you didn’t know what you could possibly respond to that confession. 

“I wish you would’ve told me.” You spoke up after a minute. “I was so in love with you… like, stupidly in love with you. And you were my best friend in this world…losing your friendship hurt a lot.” 

“I didn’t know…I swear.”

“You know that I’m the most sentimental bitch you know, Min. I miss cats that I’ve seen on the street once! Did you really think I wouldn’t miss you?” He chuckled. 

“I mean… not to justify myself but we did say that what was going on between us had no strings attached.” He added. “I thought you meant it. I couldn’t keep being just friends after that.”

“I could’ve…or…we could’ve been something more.” 

It was Minho’s turn to take a deep breath.

“I wasn’t ready for that. I would’ve fucked things up either way.”

“You never know, Min, but that version of us doesn’t exist…we do.” You said. “And a part of me will always love you. I’m sure of that. And even if you returned to my life, another part of me will always be hurt that you left.” 

“I’m sorry.”

“It’s okay. You couldn’t have known, anyways. I’m blaming you when I didn’t do anything either.” You sighed, leaning your head onto Minho’s shoulder, he inched his face closer to press a kiss to your forehead. Which, admittedly, made you feel butterflies. Minho’s presence and the comforting silence that came with it was all that you wanted in that moment. 

A feeling of guilt awakened you early the next morning, Minho laid fast asleep next to you; always looking beautiful and angelic while memories of the conversations that you had last night skimmed through your mind. You blindly walked through the corridor or Minho’s house, looking for the bathroom. Once you found it, you stared at yourself in the mirror. You had definitely seen better days. You hadn’t even removed your makeup before leaving, so you used a cleansing balm in Minho’s cabinet to remove it. You did feel disgusting, not showering after a night of alcohol and sex. You weren’t sure where your phone was or even where you were as you blindly trusted Minho. You wanted to leave but you literally couldn’t. 

“Good morning, jagi.” Minho’s voice startled you, “want to shower?” You nodded. “Go ahead, I’ll bring some clothes and a towel.”

You were surprised when Minho stepped into the shower behind you, placing a kiss on your shoulder before helping you rinse off the soap on your body. You turned around to face him, confused at his decision to join you. He looked just as confused to be there, eyes staring dreamily at you with a soft smile on his face…a sight that made you melt. You leaned to kiss his lips, shocked at your own initiative. Minho kissed you back, hands flying to your waist. You felt Minho’s cock grow hard against your leg as the kiss deepened. Your hands slid down his toned, wet body until one wrapped around his thick erection. 

Minho moaned against your lips when you gave his cock a few experimental tugs. Minho’s hands found your ass, pulling you closer to him as he kneaded the flesh. Minho’s fingers found your clit, tracing figure 8’s on it, a smirk forming on his face as you moaned at the feeling of him slipping two fingers inside of you. You clenched around him, stopping your own movements on his cock when he started kissing your neck, tracing the already darkened bruises. 

“Nobody knows you like I do…” Minho said. “You know that, right? Nobody can make you feel this good.” You whimpered at his words. “Fuck. I want this pussy every morning…I want you everyday.” Minho quickened the pace, thrusting his fingers in and out of you. “You want me, right?” 

“Y-yes, Min.” You moaned as he curled his fingers inside your warm cunt. “Fuck…”

“That’s what I like to hear, jagi. Turn over.” 

You obliged, turning around with your hands pressed against the tiles of his bathroom. You felt Minho lining his throbbing erection to your glistening folds. He pushed in —which made you whimper, still sore from the night before. His big cock filled you perfectly. Minho’s hands found your waist, helping you stabilize yourself as he started thrusting. Minho started softly at first, making sure that you were comfortable.

“M-min…faster.” You begged and he did, setting a harsh pace. You could only focus on Minho —the feeling of his cock dragging itself inside of you, his hands caressing your body, his lips kissing your shoulder. Minho always knew how to make you feel otherworldly. 

“Fuck, jagi. Do you know that I’m yours? I’ve always been yours.” Minho babbled with his face pressed on the back of your neck. “This has always been for you. Nobody feels as good as you do.” You moaned in response. “Are you mine, jagi?” His hands slid downwards until they found your clit. 

“Y-yes! Always.”

“Are you going to make out with Jeonginnie at parties again?”

“N-no.” He quickened his pace. “I don’t need to, if I have you.”

“F-fuck, Y/N. You’re taking me so well.” 

You moaned. 

“I love you. I fucking love you so much.” Minho said —the words that made you feel everything, you clenched around him… hard. “I’m going to fill you up again, okay? Is that okay?”

“Y-yes. I want your cum so badly…” You whimpered as his pace quickened. your orgasm approaching you. Minho pressed his calloused fingertips harder on your clit which took you to your climax. You gushed around Minho, moaning his name in such a sinful manner that he needed to follow suit. Minho stopped his movements as he filled you with generous amounts of his thick cum. You moaned at the warmth of him inside of you again. This time shamelessly; you wanted to feel his cum drip from your spent cunt. 

Minho lowered himself to his knees and started eating you out before you could even react to what had happened. His expert tongue lapped at your mixed releases as if it were the most delectable meal available. You ran your fingers through his hair as he sucked your cunt clean, only separating from it when you came on his face again. He sat on the floor of his shower, panting and catching his breath.

“I have to wash you again now.” He said, lathering your body with milky soap. Minho pressed a gentle kiss on your lips while still catching his breath. “I don’t have the stamina that I used to have… even as a dancer.” You couldn’t help but giggle when his small fingers tickled the curve your waist. “I meant it.” His tone was serious now. “I love you, even if you don’t love me back.”

“You were my best friend. I’ll always love you.”

“No. I meant… as more than friends. I love you.” He reaffirmed. “I love you as in I don’t want to be apart from you…as in I’ve spent so many years running from my feelings that I want to spend the rest of my life next to you… if you’ll have me..”

“I love you too, Minho, but, we need to get to know each other again before you say things like that…so you can actually mean it.” You chuckled, wrapping your arms around his neck —the feeling of the water drip from above was now conscious in your mind.

“I’m willing to do that.” He said with a cute little smile on his face. 

“Seriously?”

“Duh.”

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