hands on mine

You made your way over to Q’s dorm, knowing that you would have to see him.

Minho was the bane of your existence, and you were never one to enjoy his presence. He had seemed to be in an even worse mood recently with Kitty’s arrival and her meddling with everyone’s life. You loved Kitty, even though she did have her moments where she was a little all over the place. You had actually met her before the rest did, talking to her sometimes when Dae was facetiming her and you were studying with him.

Knocking on the door, you were surprised to see Minho open the door. He stared you down for a second, the air being awkward between you two the only sound being the facial mister in his other hand.

“Are you going to just stand there or are you going to let me in?”

Minho rolled his eyes and moved out of the doorway to let you in.

Waltzing in, you took to knocking on Q’ door, hearing some groaning coming from the other side. You opened the door, seeing Q laying in his bed still half asleep.

Grabbing his blanket, you puled it off of him.

“Morning sleepy head!”

Q groaned and lifted his head up from his pillow.

“Why are you here now? I thought we were meeting up for coffee.”

“My sweet darling brother, I couldnt just come because I miss you?”

He squinted at you, not buying your story.

“Okay I wanted to seeing if someone was here, but it seems that they didn’t stay the night today.” before he could respond, Kitty walked into the room yawning and seemingly in her pjs.

Your eyes widened and so did hers when she realized you were standing there.

“Kitty!”

“Yn!”

“I promise this isn’t what it looks like-”

You backed out of the room, awkwardly shaking your head.

“It’s fine! I’ll just be out here!”

Closing their bedroom door you heard the most obnoxious laughter behind you. You took a deep breath in, and turned your head to see Minho sitting on their couch with a cup of tea in his hands. You went to go sit down next to him, sighing.

“So it looks like you found out.”

“Were none of you planning on telling me?”

“Of course I wasn’t going to tell you, I’m not your handler.”

“Well of course not, you’re my lover.” you said leaning close to his face, batting your eyelashes at him.

You both stared at each other, and he nudged you away, feeling slightly awkward with you so close to his face. He didn’t want you so close, his heartbeat being slightly faster at your proximity.

“Shut up. That’s not even remotely funny.”

“I never said it was a joke.”

You both started bickering about it, not noticing when Kitty and Q came out of their room.

They both stared at you guys arguing with a small smile on each of their faces. It seemed obvious to everyone except the two of you that you guys were into each other, but if they told you guys they knew both of you would start spiraling.

Q liked seeing his sibling so happy, especially with Chuseok around the corner. Both of you weren’t going anywhere since you guys were expats, but seeing everyone go home always made you more homesick than normal. He remembered when his parents decided to adopt you, saying it would be nice for him to have a sibling that was his age. He was worried that you were going not like him, but you both took to each other fast. Being joined at the hip since your adoption, you always joked that you guys were twins, despite not even having the same birthday. But you made sure no one knew that your birthday wasn’t even the same day, making everyone everywhere address you both as twins.

He cleared his throat which made both you and Minho turn your attention to him & Kitty.

“Are you ready for that coffee?”

—

You had spent more and more time in Q’s dorm now that you knew Kitty was also there. It was refreshing having someone else deal with the guys, even if she did have some drama with Dae.

You weren’t the closest with Dae this year, having distanced yourself with all the drama he was swept up in. You pitied him a bit, being able to clearly tell his relationship with Yuri was a facade. Still, with Chuseok being in two days, you knew that it would be hard for him.

Walking into the living room of your brother’s dorm, you sighed and threw yourself ontop of Q. He groaned when you landed on him, your elbow hitting him in the ribs somehow.

You smiled at the noise he let out, seemingly satisfied.

“Have you seen Dae today?”

“No, he went home already. Something I guess came up? I’m not too sure, he seemed a bit stressed out about it.”

You hummed, a bit sad about it. Dae had left KISS early, and you weren’t able to talk to him.

The front door opened, and Minho walked in, letting out a sigh when he saw you there.

“Oh great, you’re here.”

“Aw Minho, did you miss me?”

“Do you think a dog misses it’s fleas?”

You stuck your tongue out at him, and he reciprocated it.

“Do you two ever get tired of arguing?” Q said, looking up from his phone.

You rolled off of him and went over to Minho, wrapping your arms around him.

Minho tried swatting your arms away, but you squeezed him tighter.

“Aww come on Q, you’re telling me that you don’t think we love each other?”

Minho’s mouth dropped wide open when you said that, never wanting to hear the word love come out of your mouth pertaining to him.

“I could never love you, you’re too annoying.” He grumbled wiggling himself free from your grasp.

You pouted and let out a huff,

“Minnie, you’re being too mean.”

The face that he had made left you satisfied and you went back to the couch with Q.

The silence that encased the three of you wasn’t awkward per say but you could’ve done without it.

Minho cleared his throat and both you and Q whipped your heads towards him.

Minho had always thought you guys were sometimes weirdly in sync like that, and it made him second guess if you guys actually were twins.

“So, are you guys going to Kitty’s chuseok dinner?”

You blinked at him, not even knowing that Kitty was hosting a dinner.

Q nudged your arm and you glanced at him with a small frown.

“Yeah, we’re going, are you?”

“No, I have a date with Lulu that day.”

You smiled at the thought of him going on a thought with Lulu, knowing that somehow he would probably mess it up.

“Lulu, huh? Sound’s interesting.”

“We’ve been flirting since her trainee days, it’s going to be amazing.”

“Well it’ll be fun to hear about!”

Q had said something to Minho about it, but you tuned out of the conversation, sending a few texts back and forth with Kitty.

She asked if you were busy, and if you could help her with the grocery shopping for the dinner (you assumed she assumed you were down to go to the dinner).

You told her you could meet her at the entrance of their dorm building and she said she would be over there in a few minutes.

You quickly got up and grabbed you bag, giving Q a quick hug.

“You’re finally leaving?”

“Don’t worry Minnie, I’ll be back soon!” You blew a kiss at him and laughed at his reaction, leaving both boys shocked.

—

Kitty’s chuseok was finally here, and she was running around the dining area, grabbing the last few things for the table.

You had shown up a little earlier than everyone, having promised Kitty you would help set up. You were finishing the table settings, turning around to grab the last of the silverware, when you accidentally ran into someone.

“Sorry! I didn’t see you-”

“Of course not. You tend to not look.”

You made eye contact with Minho, who seemed unamused. You had a slight frown on your face, ignoring his quip.

Sidestepping him you scurried along, finishing your task.

Minho was caught off guard, you never didn’t respond with your own quip, always being a thorn in his side that he seemed to not be able to get rid of.

The rest of the night you ignored his presence, choosing to sit next to Alex and leaving him to sit with Madison. No matter how annoying he thought you were, he did think you were lightyears better than Madison. He felt off somehow, seeing you act so different. Yes you were still laughing and making jokes with everyone else, but he could tell that your smile didn’t fully reach your eyes, and that you seemed to keep your laughter short.

Before he could ask you if anything specific was wrong, his phone buzzed with a text from Lulu. He had been so focused on you ( and also ignoring Madison), that he had forgotten about his date. You had excused yourself from the table before he did, stating that you just weren’t feeling well. Q had given you a worried glance but you shook your head at him and he seemed to get the hint that you wanted to be alone. You had assumed it was the twin telepathy that you both have.

His eyes had followed your retreating figure, and he muttered a goodbye to Kitty who was confused that he was leaving. He mentioned his date with Lulu, and walked towards the exit, hoping he would find you around there before his date.

You sat on the steps of the school, pulling your sweater’s sleeves over your hands, letting the tears flow from your eyes. You were frustrated for feeling so homesick and wanting to act normal like your brother. He seemed to not be as homesick, knowing that sometimes your relatives could be harsh. He also seemed to be doing well this year, having a good group of friends and a loving boyfriend. You knew that even though his friends were also your friends, besides Kitty you sometimes felt that they felt forced to be around you.

Minho had found you sitting on the steps, and he wasn’t really sure what he was supposed to do, or say at this point. He had never expressed any interest in your emotions other than your annoyance, and he also was just horrible at comforting people. Ignoring the vibrating of his phone, he went and sat down next to you, waiting for you to realize he was there.

“Q, I love you but I wanna be alone right now.”

“Well, I’ll pass on the message to him.” you glanced at the owner of the voice you knew so well, not knowing what to say to him.

You sighed and turned your focus on the sky once more.

“Don’t you have a date to be getting ready for?” you had meant for it to come out snarky, but you both could tell it just came out more sad than anything else.

He nodded and hummed.

“Yeah. But you seemed to need someone to talk to. And lucky for you I’m not only incredibly attractive-”

“And humble apparently”

“But I’m also a great listener.”

You turned to meet his gaze, not seeing a hint of a joke in his eyes.

“I’m just homesick.”

He nodded, knowing how that felt. For him he felt homesick with his mother, spending time with her and getting to see her all the time. His father on the other hand– well he had assumed that a normal father-son relationship boiled down to sending presents when he seemed to remember he had a son.

“I know it’s dumb too, but I feel like I’m just annoying to everyone sometimes, and that everyone except for a few people only see me as Q’s sibling. I just feel out of place sometimes. It’s not always a feeling that’s there, but today it is.”

Minho didn’t realize that you had felt this way. As annoying as you could be, he found that you truly cared for your friendships, and always kept within boundaries. He knew that if he were to ask even your classmates you were well liked, keeping to yourself but willing to help those if needed.

“I know I’m probably the last person you wanna hear this from, but you’re not annoying.”

You gave him a skeptical look and he let out a soft laugh.

“Okay, sometimes you’re annoying. But you’re someone that people really enjoy to be around. I know whatever I say may seem hollow, but you really do mean a lot to people. I don’t think people just see you as Q’s sibling, I believe they see you for you. You’re kind, smart, and witty.”

You stared at him, a little shocked at how he saw you. All this time you thought he actually hated you, but perhaps you were wrong?

A small smile crept onto your lips, and he felt something in him swell at your smile.

“Thank you, Minho.” you whispered, fiddling with your sleeves.

He wasn’t sure what it was, but there seemed to be something between the two of you. Neither one of you said anything, the silence palpable . Both of you failed to realize that you were both leaning closer to each other’s faces, close enough to kiss until his phone started ringing.

The ringing snapped both of you out of whatever trace you were in, and he looked to see who was calling him.

You saw his phone screen light up with Lulu’s name and contact picture, and you immediately felt awkward. He had a date tonight, and whatever almost happened between the two of you was most definitely a bad idea.

Minho seemed torn as to what to do, until your voice reached his ears.

“Answer it.”

He hesitated for a moment longer before getting up from the stairs and answering the call.

Lulu was calling to let him know she was running a few minutes late, traffic being bad for no reason. She told him that she’d be there as fast as she could, and that she was happy to see him.

He nodded along to what she was saying, acutely aware that you were behind him, hearing him agree with what she said on the phone.

He quickly hung up and turned back around to apologize to you, noticing that you were gone.

It was about 2 weeks ago when you and Min Ho, well more so you, started kind of overthinking the things you two would do together. You used to think that it was just regular best friend things you did, like talking about your past lovers and flings, laughing about all of the late nights you both have spent on your own having lame fights on the phone. But then you start thinking about the other nights, sneaking out past curfew and holding onto each other's hands in hopes of not getting caught. Or the way he would treat you the way he would never treat anyone else, allowing you to see his softer side, doing silly things like letting you do his skin care after he knows you’ve been crying in his bathroom about some dude that said “loved you” not knowing how carelessly he’s throwing out the words that mean so much to you. You see yourself doing the regular “best friend duties” like never saying bye to each other because you know you’ll be seeing each other again anyways, but you know it shouldn’t bother you when you see the new transfer student Madison write your best friend’s name in a heart all over her assignment. 

You shook yourself out of your daze and stood up, you knew it was wrong for you to be feeling this way about your best friend and there was no reason for you to start feeling this way now. Looking at your phone’s reflection to fix up your makeup, you took a deep breath and confidently made your way to the venue. Walking in and seeing a bunch of lights and loud music was expected, but tonight your goal was to forget about how you felt and let the universe tell you what to do. 

“Excuse me ma’am who let you out looking so good?” a voice spoke from behind you while tapping you on the shoulder.

You turned around and to your surprise it was one of your other close friends, “Q oh my gosh I haven’t seen you in like a week!” you exclaimed while pulling him into a hug, not failing to notice Florian behind him. Once you pulled away you waved at the other male who signaled to his flask, basically asking you if you wanted a shot. You grinned and suddenly all of your prayers had been answered and your night had begun. 

If you were being honest, you knew you weren’t a light weight. You always thought of yourself as someone who could just drink enough to not be a heavy weight and be at the perfect level of tipsy where you can feel the buzz. This is the point where you had to go out to the dance floor because of how free it made you feel, not a single care or worry in the world. That was until you felt someone tapping on your shoulder. You turned around to see a guy, a random one you have never seen before around KISS. You could admit he was a bit attractive but not as attractive as Min Ho. 

Looking up at the stranger you let out a forced smile, “Hi?” you spoke, but sounded more like a question

“Couldn’t help but notice a pretty girl dancing all by herself, you looking for someone to dance with?” the guy asked as he tried to put his hand on your waist. 

You backed away before you suddenly felt someone behind you put their hand around your waist, “Baby I’ve been looking everywhere for you,” a boy spoke with an accent you could recognize anywhere. Looking up, you let out a soft genuine smile at the sight of your best friend. 

Min Ho cleared his throat and saw the guy was still there, “Hey man I don’t know if you noticed but she’s my girl, so I would appreciate it if you didn’t hit on her,” 

The guy furrowed his brows at Min Ho before quickly realizing who he was, “Oh shit sorry man I didn’t know,” he quickly muttered out

“You’re lucky I didn’t have you kicked out. Now leave us alone, yeah?” Min Ho replied, shooing the other guy away. 

Once the guy was gone, Min Ho held onto your hand and led you to a more secluded area away from the party. He looked at you and caressed your cheek, “You okay Y/N?” he spoke softly

You looked up at your best friend and took in the way he looked at you. The way he looked at you made you feel so delicate, like you were the only person that mattered to him. You broke out of your daze and just nodded at him, “Thank you Min, I think it’s time for me to head out now though,” You spoke

Min Ho frowned, but it looked more like a pout to you, “But I just found you,” he spoke, “and we didn’t even get to dance yet,” 

You took his hand that was on your cheek and held it, “I know, I’m sorry I’m just not in the mood for it anymore,” you replied softly 

After hearing your response, it was like something in Min Ho clicked, causing him to hold your hand again, “Okay, let’s go then,” he spoke like it was no big deal

“Let’s go? What do you mean? Like you’re gonna just ditch your party?” You asked in disbelief

He nodded, “Uh yeah duh? Why would I stay at a party that my best friend doesn’t even want to be at?” 

There was that word again, it just keeps dangling over you and taunting you everytime you think you guys could be something more than just friends. Hearing his response just made you let out a small smile. Him pretending to be your boyfriend just lets you have a glimpse of what you weren’t but what you could be, truly it does break your heart but what can you really do about it.  After that night, he just dropped you off back at your dorms, you didn’t even have the energy to invite him in like how you guys usually do. It did feel awkward just leaving him but you needed this. Your heart needed it. 

You did feel bad for ghosting everyone. It had been a week since the party and you needed to shut down and take time for yourself to really think about what you wanted to do about your feelings for Min Ho. After being by yourself for a week and doing your work online, you felt like you really did learn a lot about yourself, and that in order to get over your feelings for your best friend, you had to accept that you had those feelings in the first place. 

During this week of you ghosting everyone, you weren’t the only one in question about their emotions. Min Ho to say the least has been snappier than ever to everyone. Most times, whenever you were around he would be at his nicest, you were someone who humbled him and brought him back to Earth but without you? He truly was something and someone you did not want to cross. The boy is a mess, he doesn’t know how long ago you guys haven’t talked for this long. Even if it was just a week, it felt like years. One thing Min Ho will do for you but never admit or do for anyone else is giving you space.

If he’s being honest with himself, he tried so incredibly hard not to fall for you or do anything that can potentially jeopardize his relationship with you but the moment he saw you at his party looking the way you did dancing on the dance floor, he knew he was done for. That’s why the whole week he has been so upset with himself for doing what he did that night, for calling you baby, for pretending to be your boyfriend, all of it, because now you weren’t even talking to him. It wasn’t until you texted him asking if he could come over where he finally felt the feeling of anxiousness leave his body.

Min Ho was standing at your door with a bouquet of your favorite flowers, debating on when to knock. That was until you beat him to it and just opened the door after hearing his shuffling from behind the door. Genuinely you were surprised, you didn't expect him to show up so fast, and with your favorite flowers too?

"Hi Min," you spoke with a smile before opening your door to let him in, "Come in please, you've been here countless of times so don't get shy on me now,"

He chuckled, taking off his shoes before stepping into your dorm, placing them among your other shoes and then following you to your room. Before sitting down, he handed you the flowers, "Here Y/N, I got you your favorites,"

"What's the occasion Min?" you asked taking the flowers and admiring them before placing them on your lap

"I just missed you that's all," he replied before sitting down next to you

You cleared your throat and started fiddling with your hands, "Min Ho I've been meaning to talk to you about this for a while," you spoke, "But if I'm honest I want to say I'm sorry for ghosting you for a week, I just needed time to figure out what I was feeling,"

Min Ho grabbed onto your hands and held them, preventing you from fiddling with your hands and causing you to look up at him, "It's okay Y/N, you know I would give you all the time in the world," he replied

Staring into his eyes, you knew you had to say it now or else you would never want to say it, "Min Ho, I'm in love with you," you said feeling so much lighter with that confession alone, "I think I always have been, but I wanted to be sure of it before I told you. I don't know when it exactly happened, but at one point the lines between being my best friend and wanting something more with you started to blur. So please tell me now if I'm just overthinking this whole thing and maybe I'm the only one who feels this way but-" you spoke before Min Ho leaned in to kiss you.

Your eyes widened in shock for a second before you closed your eyes finally kissing him back, melting into his touch and putting your hand onto his chest. If you could describe what the best thing that has happened to you, it would be this moment alone. The way your lips moved together in perfect synchronization, like you were both made for each other. Truly it could not compare to anything you've ever felt before.

Once you both pulled away, your forehead rested against Min Ho's, "You drive me crazy Y/N, I never even thought I had a chance with you but I'm so thankful all of our past romances led me here to you," he spoke

You smiled at his response, "So does that mean you love me too?"

"I love you more than words can describe, I mean I can show you in actions too?" He replied with a smirk

"Min Ho!" you gasped, playfully hitting his shoulder

He laughed at your reaction, "I'm kidding! I mean unless you were serious?"

It shouldn’t bother him that much. Not when he knows just how much you love him and how much faith he puts into your relationship, every step of the way, every second spent by your side making his heart grow twice the size it was a minute earlier. 

It shouldn't bother him that much when he knows and trusts his best-friends with his own life, the doubt of having any of them overstepping into his privacy never having crossed his mind as they had  always been nothing but supportive of his relationship. 

It shouldn’t bother him that much, and yet, as he watches you step into the room with nothing but his shirt on, Yunho can’t help but feel unnecessarily concerned. 

Of course, he’s the first person you greet as you walk towards him, leaning forward as he sits on the couch to steal a kiss out of his perfect lips while he tilts his head backwards to get the most of your warmth, some barely mumbled “g’mornin my love” escaping your lips as Yunho mourns your touch seconds later. His eyes are most definitely glued to your thighs and the way his shirt slowly rises every time you bend forward to greet another member, his heartbeat increasing as you do so. There should be a fair part of pride in the way you have chosen to wrap yourself into his own clothes, purposely picking the shirt you had torned apart from him the night before- and while the memories of your heavy panting against his neck as he railed you into the mattress hours before sunrise still remains, Yunho can’t help but nervously crack his knuckles as soon as your attention seems to be caught by someone else. 

Pouting at you like a pleading puppy, Wooyoung inevitably collects a soft brush of your hand along his cheek as you offer to make coffee for everyone, most of them cheering enthusiastically while Wooyoung unexpectedly decides to act all gooey and childish, making Yunho’s blood boil into his veins for no reason- except for the fact you are now palming another man’s cheek while wearing absolutely nothing but a shirt. His shirt. This new suffocating feeling hits him like a truck, stroking him in all the wrong ways as for the very first time ever, Yunho feels like jumping at one of his best friend’s throat to let him know you are most definitely claimed. His brain is in a tumble, asking himself the silliest questions and wondering whether any of the boys can see your tits peeking from the shirt where you have failed to button it up entirely. Because HE can, and it’s making him lose his mind slowly.

Nervously pinching at his own pants, creasing the softness of his sweatpants as he follows your every move, Yunho fails to hear anything Hongjoong is talking about right now, the Captain most definitely focused on their next come-back while his main dancer seems to think of all the dangerous ways he could claim his girlfriend so no one would even pay attention to her ever again. He’s never been the jealous type. Never been the one to overthink. And yet, there he is now, a finger snap away from bending you over the kitchen island to fuck you dumb for everyone to see. 

“Any thoughts? Yunho?” 

Seonghwa’s voice brings him back to Earth as Yunho shakes his head slightly, trying his best to pay attention to his friend while his eyes inevitably drift away to see you try and reach the coffee pot, tiptoeing your ridiculously small figure until you eventually manage, exposing the curve of your bare ass in the process. 

Eyes darting through the room, Yunho is quick to catch a glimpse of every single one of the boys, trying to determine whether they saw anything or just pretending not to. At this point, he’s almost convinced his forehead is coated with nervous sweat, both from having you exposing yourself to his friends and the sudden urge to fuck the audacity out of you.

The rest of the conversation remains a blur for Yunho as he barely hears a word through the hecting, buzzing sound of his brain while you come back with a tray filled with coffee cups and pastries, never missing an opportunity to turn into a caring girlfriend for every single of one these boys you have grown to adore, and while Yunho always finds pride and happiness in the way you seem to always bond with his closest friends and family members, today is just one of those where he wishes you weren’t that kind- let alone while practically naked.

Keeping you close to his chest as you decide to sit on his lap, quietly listening to the conversations going on while drinking your morning coffee, Yunho can’t help but keep one hand tightly tucked between your thighs, pressing his fingers into your skin like he is genuinely trying to dig into your flesh. Still- he remains silent about the many conflicting thoughts running through his mind, his frown growing bigger as soon as he catches San’s eyes accidentally staring directly to your chest.

“You should go get ready, baby, we’re going out for lunch, remember?” 

Sadly an excuse, but he doesn’t seem to come up with a better reason for you to leave the room and escape his members’ unfortunate stares. If you don’t move fast enough, Yunho isn’t even sure about his ability to keep his temper tamed, his entire body already tingling with the aching urge to snap at anyone lingering into your neckline for too long. 

While confused with the unnecessarily ticking clock Yunho seems to put upon your head, you eventually decide to let the boys focus on their early brainstorming, stealing a kiss from your boyfriend as you escape the room, chuckling at the way Wooyoung dramatically mourns your escape by acting childish all over again, his excessive whines definitely not missing Yunho’s attention as he suddenly glares at him. 

You’ve been alone for a minute in the bathroom, washing your face with clear water and getting ready to shower when the door quietly opens, Yunho’s reflection staring back at you in the mirror as he remains with his back against the wall. 

“What was that about?” He asks, frowning slightly. 

“And just to make sure we’re talking about the same thing…?” You smile, arching one of your eyebrows as you try and guess what your boyfriend is even talking about. Most of the time, Yunho is an absolute open book to you, but some days, for no specific reason, you find yourself a little distraught with his sudden mood swings- and today, judging by the way he stares at you like a wolf ready to jump down his prey’s throat, is one of those. 

“Whatever’s going on with Wooyoung?” 

Now he sounds jealous- another first to you. At least to that extent since Yunho always makes sure to be the healthiest, walking green flag when confessing his insecurities. While he had mentioned being jealous before, Yunho remained the furthest thing from a toxic partner, always talking it out before he even dared making a scene. 

Today, though, for some reason, he isn’t that inclined to talk it through. 

“You can’t possibly be jealous of Woo” You can’t help but chuckle at the thought. If anything, Wooyoung is high maintenance to you, coupled with the ultimate attention seeker, always begging and whining to be pampered. The thought of your boyfriend even picturing anything but you trying to make the whining stop is simply hilarious. 

“Baby if you wanna be jealous, you should worry about Seonghwa- now he’s more my type!” You smile through the mirror, unable to miss the frown upon his face a second before he slams himself against your back, framing your body with his arms, palms down against the sink. 

“What are you doing to me here exactly, baby? Uh? first walking around like this–” Yunho interrupts himself to pinch the shirt between two of his fingers, lifting it up slightly as he keeps staring directly into your eyes. 

“I don’t see what’s wrong with that shirt? It’s a pretty shirt. I love that shirt.” You tease, biting the inside of your cheek as you feel his glare intensify, just like the way he presses himself against you, locking you between his chest and the sink, almost making it uncomfortable. 

“You’re playing with fire here, love…”

“Then why don’t you do something about it?” 

This is his last straw. As soon as Yunho catches a glimpse of your tongue poking into your cheek in the reflection, staring in the most provocative way, it takes him barely a second to spin you around, one of his hand reaching for your throat, keeping you still as he leans towards your lips, wasting no time with any sort of softness while his tongue seems to be on a mission to collect the wildest groan out of your mouth. 

You feel him push down his sweatpants while never breaking the kiss, most definitely ready to have him take you here and then, almost clenching at the thought when he unexpectedly spins you around again, your lips still throbbing with the brutality of his kiss. 

He’s awfully quiet, definitely in a rush as you watch him spit a fair amount of saliva into his palm while aligning himself with your entrance. The whole thing is extremely raw, quite the opposite of a typical intimate moment with your boyfriend but still, you love every second of it. You love the way Yunho bends you forward, lifting his shirt up all the way to your hips, never missing a chance to look into your eyes as he rubs himself, coating his length until he feels ready to slam himself into you in one rough thrust. 

“Look at you baby, isn’t it exactly what you wanted?” Yunho finally dares to speak, pulling at your hair just enough for you to face your reflection in the mirror. Everything about it is just obscene, the way he simply hammers himself into you, his bottom lip tucked between his teeth as a single strand of thick black hair falls in front of his eyes, making him look like a dream even though the hectic pace of his hips are definitely coming straight from Hell. Keeping your hair tightly wrapped into his fist, Yunho uses his other hand to keep you down, pushing your lower back further into the sink as you already think of the way your skin is gonna bruise under the assaults of the marble against your stomach. 

“Lost your tongue, baby?” Yunho asks again, the slapping sound of his hips against your ass as the only sound breaking the silence of the room between each of his heavy panting. Looking up, you flash him a worried glance, forcing a chuckle out of his beautiful lips.

“Let them hear you– let them know who you belong to” Yunho adds, increasing his pace as he finally lets go of your hair to grab a solid hold of your hips, slamming himself deeper and harder until you start whining out loud, calling his name. 

By the time you’re reaching climax, one of your hand is gliding along the mirror for support, the sound of your skin slipping against the glass definitely adding to the perversity of your act, only now realizing the bathroom door cannot be locked properly, increasing your chance to be caught by any of the guys while being severely railed into the sink. 

“Fuck– baby— come over here—” 

While Yunho’s strength is no surprise to you, the way he flips you over once again to make you sit on the very edge of the sink is mindblowing, like you’re nothing but a feather into his arms. Leaning forward, he catches your lips while pounding into you, slowly guiding you through your peak as he starts rubbing your clit with his thumb, knowing exactly what you need to get there. It’s not long until you start spamming around him, keeping him tucked into your gaping core for a while, your lips only breaking the kiss when you hear him growl against your tongue as he reaches his own limits too. 

Not a word comes out of him except from a couple grunts and whimpers as he pulls out, pumping himself a couple times until he eventually releases the inevitable aftermath of your unfortunate teasing all over your shirt. His shirt. 

Crashing against you with his cheek resting upon your shoulder, out of breath and coated with sweat, Yunho wraps your entire figure into his arms, his lips dropping butterfly kisses all over your neck until you break the silence with a quiet laugh. 

“What’s so funny, my love?” Yunho smiles against your neck, licking it softly. 

“You really HAD to ruin that shirt…” You simply chuckle, looking down at the absolute mess between your bodies, the fabric turning a darker shade of blue and sticking to your skin now.

You’re at the dorms with Yunho and the rest of the boys, playing games like spin the bottle and truth or dare. While you’re playing truth or dare, you find some of the dares to be… questionable. Like how Wooyoung dares Mingi to kiss him. But it’s all fun and games.

That is, until it’s your turn. You don’t wanna be a pussy. So you pick dare. San looks at you with sharp eyes, like he’s ready to make your life miserable. You can’t help but look at Yunho, your safe space, for comfort. You have a feeling this is gonna be bad. “Kiss Yunho,” San says with confidence.

Your mouth opens. That’s it? That’s all he comes up with? You laugh, “Sure thing, buddy.” You turn to Yunho and grab a hold of his sharp jaw, pulling his close and put a nice smooch right of his soft lips. Easy, you think. Obviously you weren’t planning on making out in front of the boys or anything, so a regular kiss will suffice.

“My turn!” Wooyoung smirks, looking directly at you. “Hey you just went!” Seonghwa complains. But it’s too late, Wooyoung already preparing to make you suffer, probably way worse than San. “Y/n… tell us. How big is Yunho’s dick?” Your mouth fell agape. Is he really asking this right now? “W-well, I don’t.. I don’t think we should be… you know…” you try curving the conversation.

“Wow Yunho, are you not even that big that you’re girlfriend can confidently answer?” San laughs. Jongho starts giggling as well, gums showing and hand covering his face. They’re setting you up! That’s not even what you meant. But before you could even try explaining without stuttering over your words, the boys all start teasing Yunho, saying he probably can’t even pleasure you.

You can’t help but feel bad, but you’re too shy and dumbfounded to speak up and say what you’re really thinking. He’s fucking huge. But when Yunho looks over to you, seething through his teeth, you know you’ve fucked up. “You know what? Fuck you guys.” Yunho grumbles. He gets up, pulling you with him, and drags you to his bedroom.

You’ve really done it this time.

He slams the door shut, locking it. You look at him in surprise, shocked he’s this mad. “Yunho, I’m so sor-” “Shut up,” he demands. Yunho pushes you back against the bed, crawling on top of you. He grabs your hands, pulling them up and over your head. His hips grind against yours.

“You feel that? My big, hard fucking cock? You forget how big it is? Hm? You forget how good it feels when my huge cock slides into that tight fucking pussy?” he teases his clothed cock against your core. “No, Sir, I didn’t.” He puts his soft lips up against your ear. You shiver when he slightly blows cool air against it.

“Really? Because it seemed like you forgot out there. Letting me get humiliated in front of my friends.” His lips travel down from the top of your neck to your collarbone. No kissing or biting, just dragging his lips down, the feeling tickling you. “Let me remind you how big I am,” he smirks at you, as he pulls his body back from you.

His starts taking off his pants, his his shirt, then his boxers. His cock springs free, bouncing up and hitting his stomach. Fuck he’s huge. Yunho climbs back on top of you, but only to put his face to your pussy. “Mm baby, so wet for me. What a slut for my cock.”

His fingers plunge into you so fast you don’t even have time to prepare yourself for the feeling. He starts going at it like crazy, pounding his fingers into you. He loves how tight your cunt is, no matter how much he stretches it out. He starts lapping at your clit as well, bringing you closer and closer to your high.

You feel it coming, so you start to warn him, but before you can even say anything he pulls out. “Nuh uh baby, no cumming unless it’s on my cock.” You let out a sigh of annoyance, letting him know how disappointed you are. But you won’t be for long, as he gets back up and lines up his cock. Yunho pumps it a few times, spreading his precum all over.

Once he pushes in, you know you’re done for. There’s no way the boys won’t be able to hear you. It’s so fucking good, the way he immediately starts slamming his hips into yours, setting off at a fast pace. Your moans immediately fill the room. Yunho’s hand goes to your breasts, tweaking your nipple as his other hand pulls your leg up and throws it over your shoulder. This angle is so much deeper, making your eyes roll to the back of your head.

“Oh fuck Sir, please plea-ease p-please. It’s so good, please l-let me cum!!” You yell out to him. There’s no way the boys don’t hear the skin slapping and moaning. But honestly, you couldn’t care less. And Yunho, well he wanted them to hear, just to prove them wrong. You grab the back of his hair, pulling his lips closer, wanting to hold him. You always do this when your high is coming up.

So he goes harder and harder, fingers at your nipples coming down and rubbing your clit. Pushing you closer and closer to your orgasm. And when you finally cum, he cums as well. In you. You rarely do it, but in the moment you couldn’t care less. His hot seed inside you feels so good. Yunho watches as it drips out of you. He pushes it right back in with his fingers.

Once he cleans you up, he kisses you on your forehead and you walk back to the living room where all the boys are still sitting. Except, the one thing you notice as soon as you walk in is the hard on that every single one of them has. Yunho laughs, and says “Guess I proved you wrong.”