Humanity is at a crossroads.

The late morning was quite peaceful. The home remained quiet. Birds chirped outside. Sunlight bled through the curtains’ gaps and into the room. You were draped across your boyfriend on the couch, watching videos on his phone. It was perfect.

But you were missing something. Like a missing piece of the puzzle of your serene morning. 

“Hey, do you think Changbin has woken up yet?” you asked. 

“How should I know? I've been here with you the whole time,” Seungmin replied. You rolled your eyes at the snide comment. “Telling by how quiet the house is, I figure the answer is no.”

“It's too quiet,” you said. He hums in agreement. “We should wake him up.”

“That sounds stupid,” he remarked. He put his phone in his pocket. “Let's do it.”

“You stay here. I'll go first,” you declared. 

You peeled yourself off of him and shuffled toward the bedroom. Normally, you would just let him sleep. He stayed awake most of the night producing. However, the two of you were feeling needy and wanted his attention. 

The room was dim. On the bed was a lump beneath a blanket. It rose and fell in sync with the breathing of your boyfriend. You tiptoed toward the bed and crawled onto it. A quiet giggle escapes you when you see him asleep. His hair was fluffy and messy. 

“Bin…” you whispered. You placed a hand on his shoulder and gave him a shake. “Binnie.”

You gave him a few shakes, but to no avail. He just groaned and tossed over to get comfortable. You sighed in defeat and trudged back into the living room. You plopped back onto Seungmin with a pout, your head on his chest. 

“He didn't wake up.”

“Let me try.”

He slipped out from underneath you. You let out an oof when you faceplanted the couch. There was no time to complain because he disappeared into the bedroom. You waited patiently. Hoping luck was on your side. However, that hope died when he came back.

“Nothing?”

“Nope.”

“So… what do we do? How can we wake him?”

“No idea.”

You think for a moment. A light bulb suddenly went off in your head. “What if we both tried at the same time?”

The both of you look at each other in silence. You then exchange a mischievous smile. When you were paired together, you were never up to any good. Always teaming up against your boyfriend in your shenanigans.

One by one, you returned to the bedroom. At the same time, you crawled onto the bed. You start up your plan again. One shook his shoulder, while the other poked his cheek.

“Changbin-hyunggg,” Seungmin exclaimed.

“Wake uppp,” you whined. “We're bored. Come onnn.” 

That must've done him in because you both felt a hand grab your wrists and yank you down.

“I'm trying to sleep,” he grumbled. His eyes were pried open halfway. His voice was deep and slightly gravely from sleep. It was pleasant to the ears.

You went to speak, but Seungmin beat you to it. “We want attention,” he whined. “Wake up. We're boredd.” 

Your pleas seemed to have fallen on deaf ears. Strong arms wrapped around your waists and pulled both of you into him. Any attempt to wriggle free was feeble. The tree trunks he called arms had a tight grip. You gave up and relaxed against him. 

He tutted at both of you. “Needy pups. Behave,” he mumbled. “Just relax.” 

It wasn’t long before he closed his eyes and went back to sleep. You and Seungmin looked at each other. 

“You complaining?” you asked internally. 

“No. You?”

“Nah.”

You just shrugged and melted into his secure hold. The two of you asked for attention. It wasn't what the outcome you intended. However, you ended up in the strong arms of your beefy boyfriend.

Today, you learned something new about your boyfriend.

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Staying the night at his and his roommate's place wasn't originally the plan. You weren't complaining, though. You enjoyed the company of the two boys. They always made you feel welcome.

Upon waking up, you walked into the living room. On the couch sat your boyfriend, watching TV. He's not usually up this early on his days off, but it was nice to see him anyway.

His eyes were focused on whatever he was watching. He was wearing a black tank and black shorts. Typical. His face was bare, while his unstyled hair remained fluffy and curly. It made you feel good seeing him so relaxed.

“Morning,” you said. He tore his eyes away from the TV and looked at you.

“Hi,” Chan replied. 

He had a tired, but cute smile on his face. It made the heart in your chest flutter. His smile was always so contagious. It made you want to smile every time you saw it.

“You're so handsome, you know that?” you asked. “I can't believe how lucky I am.”

He laughed. “Haha hardly. I have no makeup on and bed head.” 

Chan liked to joke, but there was always some truth to his words. You normally brushed it off with words of disagreement, but not this time. Instead, you hunched over him. You placed your hands on the back of the couch to cage him in. You leaned in close.

“I don't think I quite got that,” you muttered. “Are you insinuating that you're not handsome?” You grabbed his face in your hand. “You saying I'm wrong, baby?”

He just stared at you with wide eyes. You had a grip on his face and this intense stare. It made his stomach warm and fluttery. He let out a shy giggle in a weak attempt to cut through the tension. You didn't waver, which made him gulp.

“Answer me,” you urged.

“No…” 

“Now say that you're handsome,” you commanded softly. When he didn't answer, you squeezed your hand. “Say it.”

“I'm handsome,” he answered. You smiled in satisfaction.

“Good,” you replied.

You captured his lips in yours. It was soft, but full of passion. You kissed him like you were staking a claim over him. His limbs felt like jelly and his stomach did flips. If he weren’t sitting, his knees would buckle and his legs would give out. 

The tip of your tongue brushed his bottom lip. He let out a quiet sigh. He readily prepared to open his mouth to let you in, but you pulled away. His lips instinctively chased after yours. He pulled himself out of his daze and pried his eyes open. You were smirking.

“I think I've made my point,” you stated. 

“Wha–” he blurted out. 

You stood up straight and smiled brightly. Like the demeanor you put on didn't just happen. Today, you have learned something new about your boyfriend.

His leader personality was a facade. Not only that, but he is into people taking charge over him.

You walked away toward his bedroom, but not before walking past his roommate. “Hey, Jeongin,” you called out in passing.

“Hey…” he replied. 

The thing was, he saw that whole exchange. Most of it, anyway. He looked over his roommate on the couch. He just blinked at where you just stood, dazed. His lips were parted and his ears were burning red. 

A moment of silence went by until it was broken.

“They have you wrapped around their finger,” Jeongin pointed out. “You are beyond help..”

You scrambled out of the salty water and onto the rock. Away from whatever was stalking you within the darkness of the ocean's depths.

You let out labored breaths. Your heart raced in your chest. Your eyes frantically scanned the waves to see exactly what had been circling you on your night swim. Your gaze landed on what looked like a shark fin.

What surfaced, however… was not what you expected.

It was a man… or at what looked like one. He had pale skin with an almost grayish hue. Short, spiky platinum hair adorned the top of his head. Thin, dark brows framed milky white eyes with black pupils in their center. There was a scar over one of them. He had a large, but straight nose and plump lips. His ears, pierced with silver hoops, were pointy and sharp. He had a sharp jawline to match.

This was when his appearance started making even less sense.

On each side of his neck had what looked like… gills? Scars littered his flesh. His chiseled body resembled a statue carved from marble. It disappeared and morphed into what appeared to be the body of a shark. His strong arms transitioned into a darker gray when your eyes reached his forearms. The hands that belonged to them were webbed and his fingers sharp claws.

What the hell was he? Some sort of shark hybrid… thing?

You were terrified, but you would be lying if you said he wasn't beautiful. However, you knew his beauty only added to the aura of danger that loomed wherever he went. He was staring you down, not moving an inch.

Like how a predator would when trying to intimidate its prey.

You felt stuck from where you sat on the rocks. Your heart pounded so hard that it almost hurt. Your breath was shaky. You were shivering, both out of fear and from the chill of the night air torching your wet skin.

He must have known you were afraid. You could tell the fear he invoked amused him. It was clear with the way his mouth twisted into a literal shark grin. His mouth was lined with sharp, pointed teeth. Those cloudy eyes kept you in his sights.

What was he going to do? What was he thinking?

After what felt like ages, he sunk back into the water and swam away. Even with him gone, you still didn't move from your spot on the rocks. It took you twenty minutes after the encounter for you to leave the rocks and run back to where your stuff was on the sand.

You wrapped yourself in a towel, grabbed your stuff, and headed to the car. No time was wasted as you turned off the car and left the beach. It wasn't long before you arrived home, took a shower, brushed your teeth, washed your face, and headed to bed.

One thing was obvious: You definitely were not going to be able to sleep tonight. You kept replaying the encounter in your head. How you could've died that night. However, some part of you thought that he probably didn't want to kill you.

It seemed like he got more enjoyment out of scaring you and making you fear for your life. Another thought appeared in your head: You were going to go back to see if he appeared again.

Was it stupid and reckless? Absolutely. Could it get you killed? Probably, but your curiosity was getting the better of you. They always said the “curiosity killed the cat,” but people always disregard the other half of the saying:

“But satisfaction brought it back.”

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It was late. Everything quiets down at night. You can relax and not have anyone expect anything from you. Just how you liked it. It's why you stayed up a little later. Scrolling on your phone.

It's even better when you're in the presence of someone you love and care about. For you, the person in question was Seungmin, who currently slept beside you. The sounds of his even breathing filled the room. It was peaceful.

The peace didn't last very long.

Beside you, mumbling could be heard. It was unintelligible, but it sounded almost troubled. You looked over at Seungmin. His brows were furrowed and his face scrunched up like he was in pain. He was shuffling around in his spot.

As time went on, concern filled your chest the more distressed he became. His mumbling became audible. He was tossing and turning. You turned on the bedside lamp and looked at him. It was clear he was having a nightmare.

“Hey… wake up,” you mumbled. You placed a hand on his shoulder and shook him. “Seungmin, wake up. Seungmin…” you shake him harder.

Eventually, he jolted awake and sat up. He just looked around, as if to ground himself. He panted to catch his breath and calm his heart. You gently placed a hand on his back. He flinched and looked at you.

“Hey… you okay?” you asked. He shook his head. “You want to talk about it?” Another shake of the head. You give his back a couple of pats. “That's okay. We can just sit here for a bit.”

Seungmin turned to look at you. His eyes were glassy. He had a look of sadness and vulnerability swirling in his eyes. His chin quivered.

“Please hug me,” he whispered. His voice was quiet and cracked when the last word left his mouth.

Your heart squeezed in your chest. It wasn't often that he was on the verge of tears. He's only ever cried around you once or twice. Being openly vulnerable wasn't a common occurrence for him. It made moments like these hit harder.

You grabbed him and pulled him in close. He draped himself over you the moment he made contact. Your hand rubbed gentle strokes into his back in an attempt to soothe him. His slender arms held onto you tightly like a lifeline. He hid his face in your neck.

Soon after, his shoulders shook. You could feel something wet against the skin of your neck. You just held him, rubbing his back and whispering comforting words in his ear.

You lost track of how long you have been holding him. His shoulders stopped shaking and his sniffles quieted down. You don't let go just yet. That was for him to do first. You wanted to wait until he was ready to end the hug.

When he did let go, you take a look at him. His eyes were wet and red around the rims. Tears stained his cheeks. You reached out and grabbed his face tenderly in your hands. His skin was soft and warm against your palms.

“You don't have to tell me what happened in your nightmare,” you murmured. “Regardless, I'll still be here.” He closed his eyes and leaned into the warm touch. “You look tired. Let's lay back down, hm?” He nodded tiredly.

You let go and laid back down. Seungmin was still where he sat. His eyes were on you. They then darted between your chest and eyes. Like he was silently asking for permission for something he couldn't say out loud.

You grabbed his arm and pulled him down to your level. He pressed up against your side. Still, his head hovered above your chest with an air of hesitation. Your hand held his head and placed it onto your chest. It was only then that he completely relaxed and clung onto you.

He eventually broke the silence. “Thank you.”

“It was nothing,” you replied. “Just try to relax.” He tilted his head to look at you.

“Can you… can you talk to me?” he asked. “About anything. I just want to hear your voice.”

“Of course,” you said. “Whatever you want.”

You started speaking. You tell him about your day. What you did. What you ate. Anything you could think of. To give him some sort of distraction.

It proved to be effective. His eyelids felt heavy. His mind started drifting and became hazy. With every passing second, it was becoming increasingly difficult to stay awake. Your soft voice and your steady heartbeat against his ear lulled him to sleep.

You were going to move on to another topic, but paused. You noticed the lack of movement and evened out breathing. Looking down, a smile traced your lips.

You found a peacefully sleeping Seungmin. Nothing like the distressed one you found twenty minutes ago. You cupped the back of his head and pressed a kiss to the crown.

Felix missed you. The tour started a couple of months ago and wanted nothing more than for you to be here. It never seemed to get any easier with every day that passed by. Sure, you were going to fly over and join him at an upcoming stop, but that day couldn't come any sooner. 

As of right now, it was late at night. He was fresh out of the shower and settled into bed. He wished you were here with him. To enjoy traveling around the world and to see him perform. 

He couldn't get you out of his head. He missed you so much. Your touch. He needed to talk to you. He knew you were awake right now, so he picked up his phone and called you.

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*Back at home*

You were bored out of your mind. You were currently sitting in bed, watching TV, but you stopped paying attention at some point. Your mind wandered to your boyfriend. You missed him so much. 

It felt like he must've read your mind because your phone started ringing. You smiled when you saw your boyfriend's name and the cute photo you set as a profile picture. You clicked the answer button and put it up to your ear.

“Hey, baby.”

“Hey.

“How has the tour been so far?”

Felix cleared his throat. “It's good. Great, actually.”

“That's good,” you replied. “Isn't it late over there?”

“Yeah, but I miss you,’ he whined. 

You hummed. “Yeah?”

“Yeah…” he breathed out.

Interesting. You decided to press him further.

“How much have you missed me?” you questioned. You could hear him let out a shaky breath on the other end of the phone.

“So much,” he answered.

"Hm... are you calling me just because you miss me…” you paused for a moment. “Or is there something else you're not telling me?"

“I need you.” he mumbled. There it is.

That tone. You have heard it before. When he spoke that way… it was usually because he was horny and desperate.

“Poor thing,” you cooed. “Just aching for my touch, hm?” 

He gulped. “Yes…” 

“It's a good thing I'm here, right?” you said. “Where are you? Alone, I hope.”

He nodded, even though you couldn't see it. “Yeah, I'm alone.” 

“Perfect. Be a dear and take your shirt off for me,” you instructed. The shuffling of fabric could be heard through the speaker. “Good. Now pull your pants down your hips.”

“Okay,” he replied. 

Felix slowly pulled his pajama pants down. Enough to reveal the boxers he wore. It had a tent due to his hard cock straining against the fabric.

“Place your hand on your chest and drag it down,” you explained. “Slowly. Explore yourself.”

He did what he was told, placing a hand on his bare chest. The tips of his fingers traced the warm skin of his toned body. He took his time. To let himself savor the moment, despite his patience waning. Slowly, but surely it made its way down. Lower and lower.

“How do you feel?” you asked. Your voice cut through his laser focus.

“I feel hot all over,” he said. “My skin feels tingly and hot beneath my fingers.”

You hummed. “Good. Keep going.”

His hand continued its path downward. His heart raced within his chest. His stomach prickled with heat. A wave of anticipation washed over him when his fingers touched the elastic band of his boxers. He brushed his hand over his hard-on. He sharply inhaled in response.

“There it is. Good…” you whispered. “Now palm yourself through your underwear.”

Felix took in and let out a deep breath. He pressed down and gave himself an experimental squeeze. He groaned and bucked into his hand. The friction from the fabric sent shocks up his spine. 

He gained a rhythm, grinding against his hand. He was so worked up. Precum leaked from his cock and stained the front of his underwear. He moaned into the phone. The sounds sent heat through you, but you didn't let your focus waver. Your voice broke the silence.

“Stop,” you ordered. 

“Come on,” He groaned in protest. “Please… let me touch myself.” You tutted.

“Shh… patience, my love,” you assured. “If there's lotion or any lubricant nearby, I want you to use it.” 

He looked over the bedside table. On it was a bottle of lotion. Luckily, he had left a bottle of it there earlier. He grabbed it and applied a generous amount into his palm. 

“I've got it.”

“Great. Now…” you muttered in the speaker. “Touch yourself, pretty boy.” He reached into his underwear and pulled his cock out. “Start slow and work from there.”

His hand wrapped around himself and started stroking it. The starting pace was slow, almost torturous. Once he gets it started, he falls into a rhythm. An occasional moan would slip from his parted lips.

“How do you feel?”

“Good. So good,” he panted. 

“Excellent,” you praised. “Go on and pick up the pace for me, why don't you?” You didn’t need to tell him twice.

With ease, he quickened the pace. Pleasure pulsated within his belly. His skin prickled with heat all over. His tan skin was painted with a flush from the tips of his ears down to his chest. 

His bottom lip was red from how bitten up it was. It was getting hard to keep quiet, but it was late in the night. The last thing he wanted was to be too loud in the hotel. He was so focused that he almost didn't hear you speak.

“I can tell you're holding back, sweetheart,” you noted. “There's no need to be so quiet. I want to hear you.” Felix let out a moan of your name slip. “Good boy. That's it.”

Every word of praise you uttered had him throbbing. His hips twitched and his back arched. Praise from you during sex wasn't unheard of. However, the frequency you were hurling it towards him had him reeling. 

His hand made quick work on himself. Occasionally, he alternated between a slower pace and a quicker one. Anything to extend the pleasure he felt. He fucked against his hand in desperation, arching his back. 

Meanwhile, you listened on the other end of the call. Hearing every heavy pant. Every moan and hitch in his breath. You'd be lying if you said it didn't make you all hot and bothered. 

What could be hotter than hearing your boyfriend, fucking his hand with you on the phone, because he missed you? However, tonight wasn't about you. You were focused only on his pleasure for now.

While he was touching himself, he had brushed his thumb against the tip. Fuck. He whined into the speaker. His hips bucked up into his hand. 

“A-ah!”

“Oh… that's certainly a sound. Sensitive, are we?” you purred. “Whatever has you sounding like that… keep doing it.”

He kept going, only to repeat the motion before. Touching such a sensitive part of his cock had him whimpering. Precum dribbled out the more he did it. It felt like electricity shocked him with every touch. It was overwhelming, but euphoric. 

If you were the one doing it right now, he'd surely be losing it. You would tease him to no end. Purposely pushing his buttons until he was to the point of tears. Until he was overwhelmed and then made him cum so hard he'd be seeing stars. The thought made him feel hot all over.

“You seem lost in thought,” you pointed out. “What's going through that pretty head of yours?”

“You,” he croaked. “Wishing you were here with me right now.”

You sighed softly. “I wish I was there, too. I can only imagine how frustrating it is. I bet you wish it was my hand instead of yours stroking that pretty cock, hm?” Felix lets out a mewl. “Answer me, baby.”

“Y-yes! Oh, yes, I wish it was you touching me right now!” he exclaimed. 

“So good for me, aren't you?” you cooed. “Doing what I asked. Sounding so pretty for me.”

He couldn't help but moan. His hand relentlessly stroked his cock. Every word of praise was like adding coal to the hot furnace of arousal in his abdomen. He wasn't going to last much longer.

"I'm so close..." he parted

"Not yet, handsome. Just hold on a little longer,” you coaxed. “Can you do that for me?” Felix let out a deep groan into the phone. The sound sent a shiver through you.

He shook his head as if you could see him. "I don't know if I can." 

"Just try, okay? I know you can do it.”

He was quiet for a moment until he spoke. “Okay.”

“Good,” You hummed in approval. “You're doing so good, baby. Did you know that? So good.”

It almost felt like you were doing this on purpose. To push his buttons. He was trying so hard not to just blow a load into his hand. It took everything in him not to. You cooing into his ear wasn't helping his case whatsoever. 

You listened to him through the phone. The image it produced was delectable. Your boyfriend, laying in bed shirtless with his pants pulled down. Skin flushed and glistening with a layer of sweat. Panting and moaning as he so desperately fucked his hand, wishing it was yours. You wanted nothing more than to be there. 

 “Fuck, please,” Felix mewled. “I can't hold on much longer.”

The coil tightening in his stomach was threatening to snap. His legs started to shake and his toes curled. His free hand gripped at the bedsheets. He was teetering on the edge of orgasm. So close, but not quite there yet.

“Please…” he gasped. It was hard to deny him when he sounded so pretty whilst begging.

“Go on, then,” you ordered. “Cum for me.

That was all he needed for the coil to snap. Felix cried your name as he toppled over the edge. His orgasm pulsated through him. Streaks of cum painted his hand. Some of it landed on his stomach. 

His body continued to twitch from residual aftershocks. Once the orgasm dissipated, it made way for exhaustion. His once tense body now laid completely lax on the bed. He took a moment to catch his breath. Taking slow, deep breaths to calm his heart. With time, the heart racing in his chest slowed to an even rhythm.

You broke the silence. “You okay?”

“Yeah. I'm okay,” he breathed out. “Thank you…” 

With what little energy he had left, he got himself cleaned up and dressed into his clothes. The second he relaxed again, exhaustion hit him like a freight train. He almost couldn't keep his eyes open.

“It's getting late. You should get some rest. I'll talk to you later.”

“Wait!” he exclaimed. “Can you… stay on the phone with me and talk? Until I fall asleep at least.”

“Yeah… yeah, of course.” 

Felix sighed in relief. “Thank you.”

The two of you talk on the phone. It was mostly one-sided with you doing the talking. You didn't mind it, though. You knew how much hearing your voice soothed him, so you'd do anything to make him feel less homesick. 

Every passing minute, his response time grew slower as his mind started slipping into sleep.. Replies turned into almost inaudible hums of acknowledgement. Eventually, he stopped responding altogether. 

All you could hear now were his even breaths. It was clear that he had fallen asleep. You waited to be sure before you decided to hang up. 

“Good night,” you whispered. “I look forward to seeing you at the next stop.” You ended the call. 

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