♥️Ju♥️

Mid-December had arrived in Seoul, bringing icy mornings, festive lights, and the first hints of snow. While the city embraced the holiday season, you found yourself buried beneath endless deadlines, overtime, and responsibilities. Days blurred together until you could barely remember the last time you'd come home before sunset.

Somewhere along the way, you and Felix had started drifting apart. It wasn't because the love had faded – it was because there never seemed to be enough time. Every promise of "tomorrow" turned into "next week," and every quiet evening together was replaced by late nights at work and unanswered messages.

By the time you unlocked the apartment door that evening, exhaustion weighed on every step. Your shoulders ached, your eyes burned from staring at screens all day, and all you wanted was to collapse into bed.

The warm scent of curry greeted you before you could even take your shoes off.

Your shoulders finally relaxed as the warmth of the apartment wrapped around you. With a quiet sigh, you slipped off your shoes.

Hearing the front door close, Felix peeked his head around the corner. The moment he saw the exhaustion written across your face, his expression softened.

"Long day again?" he asked gently, making his way over before guiding you to the living room. He rested a hand on your back as he helped you sit down on the plush couch.

"Mhm... I'm just tired," you murmured, letting your head fall back against the cushions.

"Dinner will be ready in a couple of minutes," he said softly. "Then I'll run you a bath, okay?"

You gave a small nod in response.

Felix pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head before returning to the kitchen to finish dinner.

As the two of you ate, you switched on the TV, hoping to unwind with a movie. It was the first proper meal you'd had in what felt like forever, and the warm curry slowly eased the tension that had settled into your body over the past few weeks.

Once you'd finished eating, you rested your head against the arm of the couch, your eyelids growing heavier with every passing minute. Before long, you were on the verge of falling asleep.

You were gently pulled from your daze by the feeling of Felix's hands softly massaging your legs, which had found their way onto his lap.

"Do you want to have your bath now?" he asked with a small smile, looking over at you.

"No..." you whined quietly, "...but I probably should."

Felix let out a quiet chuckle. "I'll come get you when it's ready."

He gave your leg a gentle pat before standing up and disappearing down the hallway toward the bathroom.

About ten minutes later, you heard the bathroom door open. You slowly blinked your eyes open to find Felix standing in front of you, the sleeves of his hoodie rolled up to his elbows, revealing the veiny forearms that always seemed to make your heart skip a beat.

"Bath's ready," he said softly, holding his hands out toward you.

You slipped your hands into his, letting him gently pull you to your feet.

Once you reached the bathroom, you began undressing getting ready to step into the warm bath. Felix turned to leave, wanting to give you some privacy, but you reached out and lightly caught the sleeve of his hoodie.

"Can you stay with me... just for a little while?" you asked quietly, a small pout forming on your lips.

Felix's expression immediately softened.

"Yeah," he smiled warmly. "Of course, baby."

By now, the bath had begun to cool just slightly, but you didn't mind.

The two of you chatted quietly about anything and everything while Felix sat on the cold bathroom tiles beside the tub.

After a comfortable silence, you glanced over at him.

"Do you... want to get in?"

His eyes lit up. "Can I?"

You smiled, giving him a small nod. "Mhm."

Felix quickly stood, undressing out of his clothing, before carefully climbing in behind you. You shifted forward to make room, then settled back against his chest with a content sigh.

For a while, neither of you spoke. You simply closed your eyes, letting yourself melt into his embrace.

"Don't fall asleep in the bath," Felix chuckled, pressing a kiss to your temple as his hands absentmindedly massaged your shoulders.

You let out a sleepy hum.

"You're making it really difficult."

He laughed quietly before reaching for your shampoo.

"Come here."

With gentle hands, he worked the shampoo through your hair, carefully massaging your scalp while the conversation drifted from one random topic to another. Once he'd rinsed it out and smoothed conditioner through the ends, the room fell into a peaceful silence, broken only by the sound of the water.

"...I'm sorry," you murmured.

Felix paused for a moment before gently resting his hands on your shoulders, kneading away the tension.

"For what?"

"I've been really... distant lately." You looked down at the water. "I miss spending time with you."

His thumbs continued their slow circles against your shoulders.

"Don't apologize," he said softly. "I know how hard you've been working. I just wish you'd let yourself take a break every now and then... and let me look after you."

"...Like tonight?"

He smiled.

"Exactly like tonight."

You swallowed the lump in your throat.

"I'm sorry..."

Felix leaned forward, resting his forehead lightly against the side of your head.

"Y/N," he said gently, "no more apologizing."

A tiny smile tugged at your lips.

"...Okay."

You paused for a second.

"...Sorry."

Felix couldn't help but laugh, the sound echoing softly around the bathroom.

After the bath, you settled onto the bed while Felix rummaged through the dresser for both of your pajamas. Wrapped in a towel, he wandered around the room with damp hair falling into his eyes, completely unaware that you were watching him.

You couldn't stop smiling. It wasn't just how he looked—it was everything he'd done for you that evening. The dinner he'd cooked, the bath he'd run, the way he'd quietly taken care of you without asking for anything in return.

"Hey," Felix called, turning around with a puzzled smile. "You okay?"

You nodded, taking the pajamas from his hands before setting them beside you.

Gently, you laced your fingers with his and gave his hand a small tug until he sat beside you.

Leaning forward, you pressed a soft kiss to his lips.

He smiled into the kiss, one hand settling naturally at your waist before he pulled away, resting his forehead against yours.

"You should get some sleep," he murmured, brushing a strand of hair behind your ear.

You let out a quiet huff. "I'm not that tired."

Felix laughed softly, the sound warm enough to make you smile too.

You crashed back into his lips, deepening the kiss until Felix broke away again. "You sure?" he whispered.

You nodded breathlessly.

That’s all it took.

In one fluid motion, he kissed down your neck soft at first, then hungry as his hands tugged the towel loose. Every inch of skin met warm lips: shoulders… chest… stomach… thighs…

He lingered on your inner thigh before sucking a hickey there a secret mark meant only for him to know about later. His kisses climbed higher up your thigh in slow torment until they ghosted over where you needed him most...

A single press of lips right there

—and suddenly everything sharpened sensation amplified as Felix finally gave you what you'd been craving without words.

His mouth worked magic; tongue teasing through need while one hand drifted up to circle gently around sensitive flesh above it the perfect balance between soft stimulation and electric pressure that made fingers instinctively knot in dark hair with every moan escaping parted lips.

Felix groaned against wet heat like an answer from some private prayer the vibration sending shocks through trembling limbs as pressure built fast toward climax within seconds now.

Then just as peaks neared? He switched gears effortlessly fingers replacing tongue while mouth sealed over swollen nerves above them both.

The cry ripped out high-pitched when release hit hard around slick digits inside and without missing beat? He withdrew quickly lapping clean each drop left behind like worshipper tasting holy offering...

He came up and started kissing you again leaving flavor shared across joined mouths.

Afterward under dim lighting glow, the room remained silent, except heavy breathing filling the space quietly after the intense moment passed by completely.

Felix smiled, gently shaking his head.

"Do you want me to... you know?" you asked quietly.

Sliding in beside you, he wrapped an arm around your waist as you instinctively curled into his chest.

"No," he murmured. "Tonight was about taking care of you."

He reached for the pajamas resting at the end of the bed and handed you yours before pulling on his own. Once you were both settled, he lifted the blankets and tucked you in with a fond smile.

"Thank you, for looking after me" you whispered, your voice barely above a murmur.

Felix pressed a gentle kiss to the top of your head.

The woods were colder than she remembered: this, she noted, as the tears in her eyes began to freeze.

Olive wasn’t entirely sure how she’d managed to get out of the pack house with nobody noticing, but nevertheless, she’d done it.

The only problem was that now, she had absolutely no where to go.

Around midnight, Olive found herself with a strange sense of déjà vu. She stood, back against a tree, as a large wolf approached her. Only, this time, she knew the wolf. 

The growl it let out was.. patronizing, dehumanizing… Yes, she knew this wolf well, and it wasn’t here to kill her.

It was here to take her.

-

At the pack house, Felix was in shambles. 

As soon as they stepped inside, he was kicking Chan and Hyunjin out of Olive’s room as he yelled.

At first, he had tried to curl up in her nest— to keep the scent of her on his skin. But now? He was fucking angry. He was so mad at the world, and at her family, who’d planted those thoughts inside her head.

He’d broken too many things by now: a vase, a glass left on her nightstand, the plate from whatever they’d last eaten. Now, all he could do was sink to his knees and sob again.

And when he looked back at her nest, and right in the middle sat that stuffed bunny— the one she’d loved so much, the one she’d left behind, Felix felt like he was dying.

-

The walls of her family's estate were as crudely colored as they’d ever been— a deep, dark red— a color that her father once said ‘exuded power’.

Her brother dragged her by her wrist to the main room of the house, where her mother sat and her father stood awaiting her arrival.

“Well,” he started, “look who finally decided to come home.” He smiled cruelly in her face. His teeth were yellowed from all the whiskey he drank, and she was sure that the cigar he held wasn’t exactly doing him any good, either.

When she didn’t speak, he continued, “Kang was very disappointed to hear about your.. departure,” he suggested, moving closer to her hauntingly.

Right, she was supposed to be mated.

“So, tell me, my daughter— did you have fun whoring yourself out to that pack,” his expression was vindictive and mocking, “to that omega?” He spit the word out like it was dirty— like Felix was dirty. Her mate was anything but.

“Don’t talk about him like that,” she murmured, eyes beginning to water.

“What was that?” He asked, taking his cigar out of his mouth and moving toward her threateningly. Olive kept her head down, avoiding his eyes at all costs, “you look at me when I talk to you,” he yelled. The force and the volume of his voice physically shook Olive— she should’ve been used to this by now. She should’ve known she’d end up back here, that her peace with Felix and the pack was only temporary.

Olive was fucked up. She had fucked up— with Felix, and with the rest of the boys, too. She’d let them think she would stay, and then she’d run off like a fucking coward. She’d hurt him, and she couldn’t go back now.

So, with all her strength, Olive looked up into her father’s eyes. “I said, don’t you dare talk about my mate like that,” she shouted. 

Suddenly, her face stung, and tears were forming in her eyes. Because her father had slapped her across the face— so hard, in fact, that she had fallen to her knees at the impact. 

He picked her up by the scruff of her neck— his grip wasn’t anywhere close to how Minho’s had been. His scent was sour, unlike Hyunjin’s. And his face— his eyes were brutal, and mean, and rugged. Nothing like her Felix.

Her father pushed her up against the wall, his hand wrapped so harshly around her throat that it would leave an angry bruise later that day.

“Remember your place,” he snarled, his eyes angry and commanding. The dissatisfied frown on his face shook Olive to her bones, because she knew what that meant.

He was going to fucking kill her if she didn’t do what he wanted.

“You are mating Kang in one day. I suggest you get your act together before then— he won’t be so kind,” and then, he was harshly releasing her neck and stomping away as she fell to the floor.

The real kicker, though? The disappointed look her mother gave her as she left the room without a word.

-

Felix sobbed on the floor of the sitting room as Jisung and Hyunjin tried to soothe him.

They’d been trying to ask him questions— all of them. About where Olive had gone, about what had happened. But he was too caught up, too scared, and tired, and completely heartbroken.

He had been entirely inconsolable all day. But around midnight, a different sort of pain struck him. It was coming from the inside; it was coming from the place that his bond with Olive had always hummed. Something was wrong with her. Something had happened to her.

Immediately, he raced down the hall to Chan’s room, and the elder had promptly called a pack meeting, which was how they got where they sat now.

“Lixie, I know you’re scared, baby,” Hyunjin whispered to him, though the rest of the group still heard it, “but if we’re going to find her, we need your help— we need you here with us, okay?” He reached to wipe some tears off of the blond’s face.

“It's her family,” the omega whimpered, “I know it is. They took her,” his face got angrier and redder by the second. 

All he wanted to do was strangle each and every person who’d ever hurt her, and watch the life drain out of their eyes as he smiled at their suffering. 

“Shit,” Changbin grunted, wiping a hand over his face.

“Then let's go there,” Chan suggested. Out of everyone, he had been the most stable during the situation. 

“What do you mean?” Seungmin rasped from the other end of the couch, “we have no idea where her family lives.”

“Except we do,” Minho said, speaking for the first time that night. He hadn’t been able to utter a single word, too heartbroken and horrified, just looking off into the corner.

“Where we found her,” Hyunjin caught on, “we can go back there.”

“It's a two hour walk. It’s one a.m. now, so if we’re going to go, we need to go now,” Minho said, rising from his seat, “we’ll be there by morning time.”

Felix was the first to follow.

-

Olive was officially locked in her room once again. She stood in front of the mirror, lightly dabbing at her cheek where her father’s ring cut her mid slap. It bled neverendingly— just too deep for a plaster to fix it. Too deep to be an easy fix. That seemed like Olive’s motto, at the moment.

For the last half hour since she made the trudge to her room, Olive had been trying to come up with an escape plan— with a way to get back to Felix, and to apologize to him and to love him for the rest of her life.

She kept on coming up empty.

What would she even say to him? What was there to say? She’d been cruel to him, and so, so stupid. He really shouldn’t ever forgive her.

She just had to accept that this was her life, now.

Soon, she’d be the obedient bride of a cruel alpha. 

She probably wouldn’t survive the next year. 

-

The woods were cold that night, and as he and his pack trudged through, Felix was stuck in his own thoughts. 

Had he done something to push her away? Or was she simply so … conditioned? So put down by her own family that she couldn’t even fathom being with another omega— with him.

Either way— if she never wanted him again, or if she wanted him for the rest of her life, Felix was going to save her.

As the pack trudged up to the towering mansion where his love was trapped, Felix could only think one thing.

He was going to get her out of there.

Even if it was the last thing he did.

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Your boyfriend, Felix, you have to say is a LOL fein. He's always playing in his free time during schedules. Grinding for hours on end to move to the next rank.

Today was like one of those days, he was finally free and decided to go back to his dorm to play some games. He didn't even know you were home, he went straight to his bedroom and booted up his PC.

You? Well you had been in his dorm all day waiting for him to get back home, so you could jump his bones.

No really, all day since you had opened your eyes that morning.

Ovulation was a bitch and it hit you hard this cycle. You felt heated from the inside out, libido clawing at you like an animal, and you needed something or someone to help the fantasies stirring in your mind. That person who kept playing in the fantasies was your boyfriend. You could have touched yourself but you knew that wouldn't fulfill you. And right now he is currently playing games.

Not even looking around the house to find you or calling you, or texting you.

Maybe you just needed to get his attention. So you slipped into his room without him even hearing, only because he had his headphones on and probably wouldn't even know if a bomb went off.

You were in only panties and one of his shirts fell to your mid thigh. An outfit to definitely make him look at you and want his hands on you. Right?

So you creeped up behind him and stood behind his gaming chair and slid his headphones off his head until they fell on his shoulders.

He glanced back at you briefly. Not even enough to catch what you were wearing. "Oh hey doll." He acknowledged briefly before looking back at his pc screen that was glowing blue lights on his face. Catching all his features and soft freckles that speckled his skin.

When he didn't give you the immediate attention you were hoping for, you frowned softly and looked at your feet.

"Babe…" You whined, twirling your fingers in his blonde silky strands, messing it up slightly.

He waved you off, not even looking back. "Hold on… I'm… busy." He muttered, voice trailing off as the space filled with the rapid clicking of his keyboard and click of his mouse.

You pouted and sighed, leaning against his chair. "Baby please?" You whined, hands slipping to his shoulders and rubbing the knots that usually lay there.

He didn't even answer you, he just tsked softly. How dare he just wave you off when you were very very horny and practically offering yourself up to him like this?

When you kept poking at his shoulders to get him to look at you and he didn’t look over at you, you started to get annoyed.

You huffed hard and then in one motion spun his gaming chair around and dropped on to his lap.His breathing hitched softly, hands almost immediately dropping to your hips and sliding down to squeeze your thighs.

He finally noticed your choice of clothing and smirked. "Oh… Okay… I see. Is my doll just needy? Why didn't you just say that?" He muttered in your earth, warm breath brushing your ear.

You whined softly and buried your face in the crook of his neck, breathing in that warm scent of his cologne he always wore and the stale practice room air that stuck to his skin. His hands, now rubbing small circles on the inside of your thighs, burned through your skin in blossoms of desire that spread fast everywhere.

It was almost pathetic how fast you got wet. Already soaking through your underwear and leaving a very obvious wet patch.

"Need something? Use your words."

Your nails dug tighter into his arms. "Please… please… I need you please… or  you to touch me… I'm just so needy…" You begged softly, your voice trembling. Your warm breath as you spoke hit the back of his neck and made his hair stand.

"Good girl… and look at me… you already got me all hard beneath you." He rasped into your ear and then planted wet kisses on your neck and biting down hard ever so often to make you gasp loudly.

It left a deep bite that was already starting to bloom purple and he leaned back to admire his work, holding your head back with his hand on your jaw."

Fuck you're always so pretty covered in marks." He noted, thumb brushing over an old mark on your jaw. You couldn't help yourself, you rolled your hips against his, needy for friction. It pulled a soft whimper from you when his hands tightened on your hips.

His finger hooking into your underwear to tug at them harshly. "Lift your hips for me baby." He ordered, and you whined sharply as you obeyed and let the damp fabric slide down your legs.

"So wet for me already hm?" He uttered, thumbs dipping down to collect the wetness that slid down your inner thigh.

Then without breaking eye contact, he dipped his thumb into his mouth and tongue swirled around the pad. He watched your eyes go wide and pupils dilate with desire.

"Mm fucking delicious…" He huffed almost smugly. Your pussy throbbed hard, pulsing and clenching around nothing.

Your hips rolled desperate for any friction you could get but he stopped you with his hands on your hips. "In fact, it's so delicious I want some more…" He muttered against your neck before licking a strip down to your collar bone.

Then he was grabbing you, hauling you up in his arms and you squeaked softly, wrapping your thighs around his waist.

Then he was dropping you on the bed in the room, you bounced a few times as your back hit the cool sheets. It tingled chilly even through your thin shirt.

He stood over you for a few seconds and let you watch as he peeled his shirt off his body. He let your eyes drift over the carved figure of him. That was illuminated by the soft glow of his pc still on.

"Open." He ordered, tapping your ankle and your legs spread open to make room for him as he crawled on the bed to your open legs.

Then his breath was hitting the wetness between your thighs, you shuddered hard and finger clenched in the sheets. He huffed a laugh and eyes flickered to you as you looked down at him.

He took in how your pussy had turned a deep red wine color in desire and if it didn't look like something he could ravish until you fell apart on his tongue.

He didn't waste any time, his tongue was tracing your slit and his fingers digging into your thigh and holding them open for him. You let out a very sharp high moan and your hand immediately dropped to his hair.

Your fingers slipping into the blonde strands and clenching to hold him there. Your breathing came in shaky puffs. You pushed yourself up so your head could rest against the bed frame and you could keep looking at him.

He shifted to the new position immediately. His tongue traced your clit and your lips deliberately licking all the wetness off of you and making you even more needy.

When your thighs started shaking because of how bad you needed him to do something more, he laughed against your clit. "Aw, does my doll want more? Shh… I know what you need…" He mumbled against you, sending sparks flying up your spine to the tips of your fingers.

Then his tongue finally delved into your hole and fucking in and out of you. The tip of his tongue hitting your walls.

The sensation of him fucking you with his tongue exactly how you needed it had you practically screaming, you threw your head back and it hit the back board with a soft thunk.When his lips sucked your clit with just the right amount of pressure, your fingers tightened so hard in his hair that it stung.

Then his tongue found you g-spot deep inside of you and brushed over it and you screamed, eyes clenching shut in pleasure.

You were already embarrassingly close, your thighs already starting to shake around his head. He never stopped once, breathing through his nose and lapping and sucking at your pussy exactly how you needed it.

This kept on for a few minutes until you started to feel the clenching of your stomach as you got closer and closer. Your whole body was now shaking and you eventually started to beg.

"Please… Please… fuu— Jesus Christ… 'm gonna fucking— ah! Please let me…" You babbled helplessly, voice almost a pathetic sob. Your breath stumbled down to shaky exhales.

He took that as a sign to fuck you harder with his tongue. You were right there… so fucking cl—

You screamed so loud it could probably be heard through the whole dorm and your thighs clenched around his head to keep him there as you came on his tongue. White light blurred the edges of your vision and your stomach lurched hard.

He tongue fucked you all the way through your orgasm not even slowing once.

His name on your tongue eventually turns into a soft sob as your thighs unclenched around his head and you gently let go of his hair that you had in a death grip.

Your breathing slowed eventually and then he kissed your clit softly and moved to pull you into a hug. "It's okay doll is got you… Shh… breathe." He mumbled in your hair, pressing soft kisses along your hairline.

You felt his hardness press against your thigh in his pants as he cradled you in his arms. Then you heard a low hiss from his lips when you deliberately shifted to press against it.

"Here let me…" You whispered, voice moving to his pants and then the quiet sound of a button popping and a zipper being tugged down.

You freed him from his boxers and started to stroke him slowly. He pulsed in your hands, already leaking from the tip and dribbling on the sheets. He groaned and dug his fingers into your thigh.

You made sure to stroke him tip to base, trying to give him a hand job and good as he just gave you oral.

Your thumb brushed his tip with every upward stroke and it made his breath hitch every time. Your other hand moved to fondle his balls in your hands.

He was now breathing heavy, his chest heaving and groaning deeply at every stroke of your hand.

His hand moved to grab your jaw and then he was pulling you into a heated kiss. Your taste still on his tongue, he transferred the taste as his tongue over brushed yours.

It was a heated kiss that only broke to get air then right back down every time hungrier than the last.

"Fuck…" He groaned in your mouth when you squeezed him at his base. He pulsed in your hand when you started stroking him faster in a dedication to making him come in your hand.

He grunted and his hips rusted into your hand immediately without thinking. "Baby… fuck… 'M gonna come… shii—" His words jumbled together in a heated mutter against your lips.

Then with a shallow thrust into your fist, he came, white spurts of cum that landed on his chest and on your hands. It dripped off your hand and on the sheets. He groaned out your name and pulled you into a kiss and he moaned into your mouth.

When his heart rate finally fell back to normal rate he was pulling you against his chest and burying his face in your neck. His teeth scraped against your neck as he panted softly.

The room reeked of sweat and sex now. A familiar smell that somehow calmed.

He buried his face in your boobs and then spoke, voice raspy. "Next time when I ignore you… just start ripping off my clothes… I'll get the memo." He whispered, and you felt the smirk against your neck when you huffed a laugh.

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You’d been with Felix long enough to know all his little quirks, his nervous laugh when he tried to hide something, the way his freckles dusted darker in the summer, the habit he had of stealing your hoodies no matter how many times you swore you’d cut him off.

Living together only made it worse. Or better. Depending on the day.

Your apartment was warm with the late-summer heat, the lazy kind of afternoon where you were supposed to be running errands but got caught up scrolling on your phone instead. Felix had been quiet most of the day, claiming he was “working on music,” which wasn’t unusual. He’d holed himself up in the bedroom, door shut, lo-fi humming faintly through the walls.

You’d left him be for hours, figuring he was caught in one of his creative streaks.

But then-

A noise.

Soft, muffled, like a breath caught too roughly in the throat.

It made you pause. At first, you thought he’d just dropped something, or maybe stubbed his toe, but then you heard it again. Low, shaky, like someone trying hard not to make a sound.

Curiosity prickled through you, the kind you couldn’t ignore. You padded down the hall, steps light, heart beating a little too fast for no real reason.

The bedroom door wasn’t locked. It never was. And when you pushed it open just an inch-

What you saw made your stomach flip, heat licking low between your legs before you could even breathe.

Felix was on the bed, sprawled out with one hand wrapped around his cock, pumping slow and deliberate. His head was tilted back, lips parted, chest rising with each shaky inhale. And in his other hand-

Your pink lace panties.

The ones you’d worn yesterday.

Bunched up against his face as if he were inhaling you like oxygen, desperate and unashamed.

You froze in the doorway, pulse hammering, torn between the urge to gasp and the urge to bite your lip and watch.

You didn’t mean to stare. Really, you didn’t.

But the sight of him there - spread out on your sheets, his fist gliding over his length while your lace pressed against his face - rooted you in place. The quietest whimper slipped from his throat, low and desperate, and you felt your knees weaken.

You’d seen him needy before, plenty of times, but never like this. Never caught in the act, trembling with the risk of being found, using something that had clung to your skin just hours ago.

Your panties.

The corner of your mouth curved, heat blooming in your chest. Instead of barging in or clearing your throat, you leaned against the doorframe, folding your arms like you had every right to enjoy the show.

“Felix,” you drawled, letting his name drip with amusement.

His entire body jolted. The panties tumbled from his fingers, landing somewhere on the sheets, and his wide eyes darted to you.

“B-baby-” His voice cracked, freckles blooming red across his cheeks as he scrambled upright, cock still hard in his hand before he tried to cover himself. “I-I wasn’t-fuck, I didn’t know you-”

You arched a brow. “Didn’t know I’d catch you? Or didn’t know how much you wanted me?”

His throat bobbed. He shut his eyes for a second like he could will himself into the mattress.

You stepped into the room, the floor cool under your bare feet, each step deliberate. “Seoul’s noisy enough. Good thing these walls are thick, huh?” Your gaze flicked down his body, landing on the twitch of his cock. “Otherwise, the neighbors might’ve heard how pretty you sound.”

He groaned softly, fingers tightening around the sheets. “Baby, I-I wasn’t trying to-”

“Don’t you dare apologize,” you cut in, your tone sharp enough to make his lashes lift. The flush on his neck deepened. “You were thinking about me, weren’t you? Couldn’t help yourself.”

His lips parted, a helpless nod.

You reached the edge of the bed, your hand brushing the lace where it had fallen. Holding it up between two fingers, you let the delicate fabric dangle in the air. “These? You like the way I smell on them?”

His groan turned into a whimper, his hips jerking minutely against nothing.

“I… fuck, yes,” he admitted, voice barely audible. “I couldn’t stop thinking about it.”

You tilted your head, a smirk tugging at your lips as you climbed onto the bed, straddling his thighs without giving him a chance to retreat. Your panties were still in your hand, the lace brushing across his stomach as you leaned in close.

“Then show me,” you whispered against his ear. “Show me how bad you need it while I watch.”

Felix’s chest rose and fell beneath you, fast and shallow. His hands twitched like he wasn’t sure if he should reach for you or hide himself again. You caught one wrist, pressing it back down against the sheets.

“Don’t,” you murmured, your lips ghosting over his. “Don’t you dare stop now. I want to see you finish what you started.”

He let out a ragged breath, his pupils blown wide, freckles dark against the crimson heat in his cheeks.

Slowly- hesitantly - his hand wrapped back around his cock, precum smearing across his fingers. His eyes stayed locked on yours like he was waiting for you to scold him, waiting for you to tell him this was too much.

Instead, you dragged the lace panties across his jaw, down his neck, circling lazily around his chest. “That’s it,” you praised softly. “Pump your cock for me. Pretend I’m not even here. Just you and the smell of me on these.”

He choked on a groan, hips jerking upward into his own fist.

“God, baby,” you teased, your voice dropping low, husky, “you’re so hard. All from thinking about how wet I get in these little pink things?”

His hand sped up, his thighs tense beneath you. “Y-yeah,” he admitted, shame and arousal tangled in his tone. “Always - fuck- always think about you, how you’d taste, how you’d ride me in them.”

You leaned down, brushing your lips over the shell of his ear. “Say it louder.”

He whimpered, knuckles white where he gripped himself. “Always think about your pussy - how it smells, how it feels around me. Can’t get enough-”

“That’s my boy.” Your free hand slipped to his wrist, guiding his pace, forcing him to slow down when you knew he was close. His cry of frustration made you grin. “Not yet, Lix. You’ll come when I say so. Understand?”

His head fell back against the pillows, a desperate nod. “Yes, fuck, yes.”

You dragged the panties down his chest again, teasing them over the head of his cock. He nearly sobbed at the sensation, his body trembling under you.

“Good boy,” you purred. “Now stroke yourself nice and slow. Let me hear those pretty sounds.”

He obeyed, his moans spilling out shamelessly now, each stroke wringing more out of him. His eyes fluttered shut, mouth open, completely undone beneath you - just the way you liked him.

“Fuck- please,” Felix whimpered, his voice cracking, his cock straining in his fist as you held his wrist steady. His knuckles were wet with precum, each stroke slick and messy now, and you swore you could feel the heat radiating off his skin where you straddled his thighs.

“Please what?” you taunted, tilting your head as you dragged the pink lace across his chest again. His nipples hardened instantly, his whole body jerking at the touch. “You want to come already? Hm? After I just caught you being a filthy little boy in our bed?”

His hips bucked, and his voice came out wrecked. “Yes, fuck, please, I-I was thinking about you, baby, only you-”

“Of course you were.” You pressed the panties harder against his chest, then slid them up over his lips. His eyes widened, but you leaned close, whispering, “Open.”

He obeyed without hesitation, his mouth parting, and you pushed the lace between his lips. He groaned low in his throat, sucking instinctively, the taste of your arousal still faint on the fabric.

“That’s it,” you praised, your own breath catching at the sight. “Suck on them while you stroke your cock. Show me how desperate you are.”

His hand moved faster, his entire body trembling under you. He was trying so hard to stay quiet, but you weren’t about to let him. You grabbed his chin with your free hand, forcing his face up so you could see every twitch, every struggle, the lace still stuffed in his mouth.

“Louder, Lix,” you ordered, your tone sharp enough to cut through his haze. “I want the neighbors to know how good I make you feel. Moan for me.”

His eyes rolled back as he let go, a guttural sound ripping from his throat. His cock throbbed in his fist, precum dribbling down over his fingers, his wrist straining as you held it in rhythm.

“Good boy,” you murmured, pressing your lips to his jaw. “That’s my perfect boy. Look at you—jerking yourself off while I watch, drooling on my panties. You’re so fucking dirty.”

He whimpered around the lace, thighs trembling violently.

“Don’t stop,” you warned, tightening your grip on his wrist when his strokes faltered. “You don’t come until I say so.”

The frustration in his eyes nearly undid you. His brows pinched, his chest heaving, his cock twitching like it was seconds from spilling, but he obeyed. He always obeyed.

“Fuck, baby,” he gasped when you pulled the lace from his mouth, strings of saliva clinging to the fabric. “I-I can’t hold it-“

“You can,” you corrected, pressing the panties against the head of his cock now. He nearly sobbed at the contact, his body arching helplessly off the mattress. “You’re going to hold it because I told you to. You’re going to stroke that pretty cock just the way I want, and you’re not going to come until I tell you.”

“Yes-yes, baby, please, please-”

You bent down, your lips ghosting over his ear, your voice a low growl. “Beg for it.”

His voice cracked again, the sound pitiful and raw. “Please let me come, I need it, I need you so bad-I’ll be good, I swear, I’ll do anything-”

The panties in your hand dragged over his slit, smearing precum across the lace. His back bowed, his strokes erratic now, his thighs shaking violently under you.

“You’re such a mess,” you whispered, biting his earlobe just hard enough to make him shiver. “All over yourself, whining like a slut because you like the way I smell. Tell me-tell me whose cock this is.”

“Yours,” he sobbed instantly, no hesitation, his voice breaking with the force of it. “It’s yours, baby, only yours- fuck-I’m yours.”

“Damn right you are.” You kissed his temple, soft and sweet, before letting your tone turn razor-sharp again. “Now come for me. Right fucking now. Make a mess for me, Lix.”

The command ripped through him like lightning. His hips shot up violently, his hand jerking fast and desperate, and he cried out your name as his orgasm tore through him. Thick spurts of cum painted his stomach, his chest, even streaked up to the hand still clutching the lace panties. His whole body shook with it, his thighs clamping tight around you as he rode the high, moans spilling out unrestrained.

You didn’t stop him. You guided his wrist through every twitch, every spurt, praising him in a low, steady murmur. “That’s it, good boy… let it all out. Look how pretty you are for me.”

When he finally collapsed back onto the pillows, boneless and wrecked, his hand slipped free of his softening cock, his chest heaving as sweat dampened his hairline. His cheeks were flushed scarlet, freckles standing out like constellations across his skin.

And in his trembling fingers, he still clutched the ruined lace panties, soaked in cum and saliva.

You smiled, leaning down to press a kiss to his swollen lips. “Next time,” you whispered, smirking against his mouth, “you ask me to help instead of sneaking off with my underwear.”

His laugh came out hoarse and broken, his arms wrapping around you to pull you down against him. “Y-yeah,” he panted, utterly undone. “Next time.”

-

bangchan.

you were not amused. what cosmic prank was this fucking day?

texted the wrong number. missed your interview. agreed to a lunch date with a stranger. and walked into a hole in the wall in la expecting a local boy with know how and found an aussie with a black card.

you blinked at bangchan, phone still to your ear while he waved eagerly.

yeah no.

you turned on your heel to leave him and this fever dream of a day behind.

"wait ___!" bangchan watched you hesitate, pausing in the doorway. not turning around but not leaving. he would take it. he got up from the table, smiling awkwardly at the few patrons in the place that glared at him and his outburst. he walked over and gently turned you around.

you lowered your phone from your ear and continued blinking.

bangchan had the sense to look contrite. "i'm sorry i didn't tell you who i was but be honest would you even have believed stray kids bangchan was inviting you to lunch?"

you looked at him for a beat more before looking away and crossing your arms. bangchan chewed on his bottom lip. he knew he should feel guilty for his mild deceit, but he just didn't have it in him to be anything other than smitten. you were even more beautiful than he'd imagined. and undeterred by his stardom, seemingly repulsed by it even. which admittedly wasn't great, but he could work with that. as long as you stayed right now, he could fix it. but bangchan feared if he let you leave now, his number would be blocked and deleted faster than he could say a dingo ate my baby.

he couldn't fuck this up.

you met bangchan's eyes again and he bounced on his tippies, "please stay, please."

you sighed and let your arms drop dramatically, "this better be one hell of a date christopher."

bangchan took the win; nodding as he put out his hand, his smile wide. "it will be, promise."

you shook your head and slipped your hand into his. he led you back to the table. his smile was a permanent thing as you two sat across from each other.

"so."

"so." you breathed.

bangchan tapped the table as you two looked at each other and then away. the brief moments when the waiter breezed through to get drinks and then your orders were the only solace.

"okay," bangchan put his hands out palms up. he was not about to let the awkwardness win any longer. "let's play a game."

you rose a brow, glancing down at his fingers. "a game."

"mhm," he nodded with a small smile. "we're gonna hold hands."

you looked at him waiting for him to continue, sighing when he only stared back, wiggling his fingers.

bangchan smiled wider as you place your hands in his. "okay, and now we're gonna say the cringiest facts until someone can't take it anymore and lets go."

"you're serious?"

"mmm." he nodded once, "as a huntsman spider i'm afraid."

you snorted and he grinned. "fine." he was lucky him and that accent were proving irresistible.

"ladies first."

you almost kicked bangchan under the table, cheeky little shit. you groaned, palms sliding over his own. "uhm, okay. i use a squatty potty when i poop."

"that's not cringy thats just good form." you laughed and he smiled so big his eyes crinkled at the corners. man he was down bad. "okay now me. so there was this one time at the pool, i was under the water and..."

by the time the food came you and bangchan had tears in your eyes from laughter. you wheezed out a thank you to the waiter and he shook his head at the two of you muttering something about love birds and finally.

bangchan's laugh was finally dying down too, and he sighed looking at your meals. "well, i guess we'd better eat."

you blinked at him, "go on then."

"what?"

"well," you looked at your hands, sometime during your tales of terror you'd both laced your fingers together. "i'm not letting go first."

you felt the smile bangchan gave you as he spoke in your toes. "i'm not letting go ever."

of course, eventually grumbly stomachs won out but the ice had effectively been broken. bangchan had even slid his chair closer to you so he could help you use your chopsticks.

bangchan placed a hand on your thigh as you rose the noodles to your lips, "that's great ___, you're a natural."

your hand froze and you looked at him.

bangchan's eyes twinkled and his voice had a teasing lilt, he knew what the fuck he was doing. "what's a matta love? no pressure, it's just lunch."

yeah, you swallowed thickly, skin prickling under his touch. it's just lunch, with bang freaking chan of stray fucking kids.

you were so screwed.

minho.

minho lee was hot. in a way that was somehow both subtle and obvious, moreover, altogether undeniable.

this was never more true to you than it was now, as he drove with his left hand atop the wheel while his right hand rested warm on the middle of your thigh. he'd been humming to something on your bluetooth when he glanced at you, as he had been every so often throughout the drive, but this time he caught you looking out the window, watching seoul race by while you chewed on your lip.

"hey," minho reached over to pull your bottom lip free of your teeth. "what's wrong?"

you just looked at him as his hand settled back on your leg; it was not fair for a human to have such a herculean profile.

what was wrong he wanted to know? for one, your lip was still tingling from his brief touch. and for two, you were suddenly just realizing you, a mere mortal, were about to spend the weekend with a member of divinity.

but you weren't gonna let his funky ass know that, minho was cocksure enough as it was.

so instead, "nothing." you sighed dramatically. "just mentally preparing myself for the smells and sounds of rowdy boys, one of whom made it very clear back in the states he was NOT happy to share you."

"aishh." minho laughed, squeezing your thigh. "you're such a hassle."

you pointed to a street sign, "my korean's rusty but i know that says u-turn incase you wanna take me back to the airport."

minho tensed almost imperceptibly, and involuntarily so, because it surprised even him to feel how absolutely adverse his body was to taking you to the airport. he didn't even wanna think about the impending goodbye a few days from now.

but he wasn't gonna tell your cute ass that, you were smug enough already.

so instead, "don't tempt me with a good time."

you gasped and smacked, his arm. "rude."

"behave." minho chastised lowly with a pinch to your inner thigh.

your autonomic sympathetic response was embarrassing, much more of that and he was gonna smell it on you. "whatever." you stuck your tongue out and crossed your arms.

"brat." minho laughed and shook his head. "anyways, you can relax. i'm not taking you to the dorms."

"you're not?" your arms dropped slowly as you looked at him curiously. "then where are we-"

"shilla."

your mouth gaped, "oh min, no. no way. i was just kidding." you grabbed his hand where it still rested on your inner thigh.

that hotel was owned by samsung and well known for its opulence, security, and discretion. and all that did not come at a commoner's rate.

"i don't mind staying at the dorms. hell we can pitch a tent in jypapi's dance practice room, maybe even chan's studio, although God knows we wouldn't have no privacy in that bitch. does he ever fuckin sleep?"

minho was amused as he listened to your ramblings and although your hand squeezing his was not unwelcome, he did want to put you out of your misery. "___ relax." he laughed. "it's done."

"but minnieeee," you whined. your budding relationship was half built on you making fun of him for being rich and him making fun of you for being a sugar cougar. but this was too much. you didn't want him for any of that. lee know and all his perks were impressive, but minho was your heart. "this is just way too much. on top of the flight? i can't ask you to do this."

"you didn't ask noona." minho looked over at you as he pulled up to the hotel valet and put the car in park.

you sighed again, ready to rebuttal but he shook his head, turning to face you and putting a finger over your lips. "mm mm. i know you don't mind sharing me with my members or even the world, and a lot of time you will have to, you will have to share lee know. but this weekend, my schedule's clear, the room is booked, and minho is not interested in sharing you with anyone."

you visibly melted at his words and the sincerity in his gaze. you could see he was pleased with himself. earnestness and cockiness warring within him, God he was sexy.

"now," minho put one hand on the side of your neck, the other still firmly planted on your leg, gripping possessively now, and pulled your face closer. "can we please go in there and have a great time?" his eyes never left yours as his thumb caressed your cheeks, "like we always do together."

you nodded dazedly, too scared to use your voice. minho smirked a bit, bringing your lips together. not rushed, you had time. not heated, that could come later, or not. for now, minho was just content to be close to you this way. to have you all to himself. even if he could smell how bad you wanted him and feel the beginning evidence of your need on his fingertips where they creeped higher on your inner thigh. your fingers curled into his hair, breaths mingling together when you pulled apart. minho had yanked you nearly over the center console and now your hip was pressed to the firm confirmation of his need for you.

"oh," you exhaled, voice strained as your eyes flicked down once before meeting his gaze again. "you are a problem lee minho."

minho smiled wider, a smirk in his tone, his hand stroking the damp inside of your thigh.

"you're the solution jagi."

changbin.

"i know you're hustling me you buff bastard." you huffed as you walked back over to the pool table, shots in hand.

changbin stuck his tongue out at you as he continued gathering the balls to rerack. you snorted and shook your head, handing him the triangle.

changbin looked up at you when you didn't let go, "what? gonna hold this hostage now too?"

you both laughed as you let it go. changbin was referring to his playing glove which you had absolutely snatched after his third win. if he was gonna keep embarrassing you, it was gonna be with cold fingers you knew that damn much.

changbin carefully rolled the balls around inside the three sided guide, his tongue poking his cheek and his muscles straining against the black fabric as he worked to get the 8 ball exactly right. if you were honest with yourself, him and his competitiveness had been the highlight of the night. it was so refreshing to see a man so wholly enthralled by something.

since finding out changbin was an idol (and after you'd ghosted him for two weeks because what in the hell) you'd been binge watching any and every stray kids video, well any video he was in. watching him rap and produce and dance (maniac changbin stans riseee) had only made keeping changbin at arm’s length harder. and it was basically impossible when he started encouraging you to work out, to the point that he'd virtually trained you into your first lifting comp. and you hadn't done half bad. that day he'd basically asked to be official and you'd agreed.

funny how after all of that, you were just now having your first official date and is that asshole shooting behind his fucking back?? you pulled yourself out of your changbin glazing haze and glared at the man. "you're such a fucking show off!"

changbin bust out laughing, ignoring your indignation as he refocused. he threaded the stick behind his back, gliding the wood against his fingers into the yellow striped ball in a way that felt too sensual for the setting. the ball dropped into the pocket, and you watched him sink two more before missing.

he hissed and kissed his teeth, "your turn baby."

changbin had been calling you baby damn near since the beginning, but tonight was something different entirely.

you cleared your throat, trying desperately to sound unaffected. "don't you baby me."

changbin grinned. your attempt to appear unaffected was futile. not that it mattered to him, he was utterly affected by you. he couldn't believe his dumb luck that hyunjin had accidentally typed in a number that led to you. his dumb luck that three weeks after you ghosted him they were in the states for the amas. his dumb luck that your flirtatious friendship turned into exclusivity. and his dumb luck that you finally agreed to go on a date with him tonight.

"noona, if you wanna shoot behind your back just say that."

"and just how the hell ima do that bin?" you held up his stolen glove. "this thing got magical powers in it?"

changbin smiled, leaning his stick against the table and walking around to you. "no, but my hands do." before you could respond, changbin's fingers were on your hips and he was lifting you onto the billiards table. changbin stepped into the space between your legs and kept his eyes on you as he grabbed your pool stick. his arms circled your waist as he held it behind you.

he rose a cocky brow in challenge, "grab the stick chubs."

your chest was heaving in the close space. there was no more pretense of acting cool. he was hot, you were hot, everything was fucking hot. changbin stepped closer, his pelvis was pressed half against the table and your low center now, and your legs moved around him to trap him there.

"you done playing around?" changbin was not talking about pool anymore.

you put your arms around his neck, fingers curling into the nape. "changbin."

and he could've come right then from the way his name sounded leaving your lips. breathy, wanton. he never wanted to hear his name another way. with great effort he lifted his gaze from your mouth back to your eyes.

"yes, jagiya?"

hyunjin.

hyunjin had waited all week for your nice try "hyunjin" or for hyunjin as in HWANG hyunjin? but it never came.

since you'd declared your saturday evening outing as a date, you'd been perfectly normal. texting throughout the day as both of your schedules permitted. you knew he wasn't from new york when he'd said he'd be in town for work, but you had no idea he'd been losing sleep with the fourteen hour time difference of seoul. and you never could've guessed he was the hyunjin of stray kids. if you were being honest, when gina had died last year it felt like you'd gone too. you didn't know what groups were hot, what groups were not, what trends were in, or what trends were out.

this showcase was the first time you'd dressed up since the eulogy. and if not for the intrigue of meeting a fellow tortured artist who happened to now have your best friend's old number, you may not have even bothered.

it wasn't difficult for hyunjin to find your painting. it had the most buzz about it, being new and all. but when you'd sent a picture of it, he'd been awestruck. and he would've told you as much if he didn't look up from his phone where he reread the words you'd texted. i'll be the one in burnt orange. 

and the one you were.

standing there in a satin dress pulled in all the most delicious ways. your black purse swinging from your shoulder as you laughed at something someone said to you. your laugh. holy shit. hyunjin was starstruck. breathless. he remembered reading once that when you meet the love of your life, you'd hear bells.

you must've got the feeling someone was watching you. you turned, eyes searching until you were waving unsurely at hyunjin with the kindest smile he'd ever seen. and he recognized it. the kind of smile you only find in the after. when you know how bad it can be, so the good means that much more. he waved back.

you excused yourself from the people admiring your painting and met him halfway. "hyunjin?"

"yes," hyunjin's voice squeaked and he put his fist to his throat, coughing once. "sorry, yes. i'm hyunjin and incredibly underdressed." you smiled again, watching as red rose to the apples of his cheeks. "you look, i mean, wow."

your cheeks already hurt from smiling, a blush rising to them to match his own. "thank you hyunjin. but please don't sell yourself short, you clean up nice." you put your hand out. "___, it's really good to finally meet you."

hyunjin shook your hand and it felt like touching a live wire. did you feel it too?

"yeah, it really is." he was staring, he had to stop. so he cleared his throat again, reluctantly taking his hand back and crossing his arms, angling his body towards your art. "it's beautiful ___, i see why you won."

you stood shoulder to shoulder with him, looking up at your work. "thank you."

"seriously, the way you captured the pain of loss, is just, in the most heartbreaking way, amazing." he looked at your profile, "gina would be so proud...is so proud, i'm sure of it."

you tried to blink away the tears, but when you looked at hyunjin, and he was already looking at you, the first one fell and then the second.

his eyes creased with compassion. "hey, it's okay."

your voice broke, "sorry i'm-" you put a hand over your mouth.

hyunjin stepped closer. "i'm here, okay?"

you nodded gratefully, dabbing at your eyes. "i haven't cried today yet. i think it's just all..."

"overwhelming?" hyunjin finished. you nodded apologetically at him and he cupped your cheeks. "you don't have anything to be sorry for ___."

your face was warm where he touched you, it felt like being held by the sun. did he feel it too?

you looked at him for another weighted moment, sniffling. "you wanna just..get outta here?"

hyunjin's brows furrowed. "but this is your night."

"actually, this is our night, our date. and i believe you owe me a sketchbook."

"our night." hyunjin repeated with a growing smile, he prayed it was only the first of many. his thumbs gently moved back and forth over your cheeks and then he nodded. "yeah, okay. let's get out of here then."

"whew," you gasped, all faux dramatics as your hand went to your forehead. "i was worried you'd say no."

hyunjin laughed, accepting your hand when you held it out to him. "who could say no to you?"

you squeezed his hand as you led him towards the back. "you'd be surprised."

hyunjin squeezed your hand back with a chuckle, "what's so surprising about nobody?"

and when you laughed again, hyunjin could've sworn it was bells pouring from your lips.

jisung.

"dumb."

you smiled wide as you turned your head, arms resting on the railing and the cityscape behind you. you'd confirmed earlier that jisung's gummy smile was even cuter in person, that was still true.

you couldn't help but grin bigger in response. "dumber."

he snorted, shoving his hands in his pockets and rocking on his heels. "thanks for asking to meet."

"thanks for the backstage pass."

"yeah of course," the two of you started walking along the water and he glanced at you, knocking your shoulder. "anything for a fellow pabo."

your head tilted back some as you laughed and jisung's eyes tracked the column of your throat. oh he was fucked.

"what did bangchan say when you told him your accidental text from months ago was coming to the concert?"

"before or after he kicked me out of 3 racha?" you giggled again and jisung knew then he would do absolutely anything required to keep hearing that sound for the rest of his life.

"great show by the way."

"thanks, your first kpop show right?"

you nodded, "yeah didn't really get into kpop till covid so," you shrugged, "no opportunities i guess, none till you anyways." you glanced at him to find he was already looking at you. your face was getting hot. "what?"

how did jisung put into words how much of his life suddenly felt like "none till you anyways." jisung wasn't stupid, well okay he had his moments, but he was very aware of his life and the craziness of it. it wasn't like the opportunities he had been afforded were lost on him. the travelling, the money, the experiences, even the seven boys he got to call family. he knew how lottery lucky he was, and yet looking back it all felt like grey. every single moment until 6 hours ago when he saw his manager walk you into the room. you'd apologized for coming emptyhanded, but you hadn't been. to jisung, you'd come in with a paint brush and coloured his world.

he was spending too much time with hyunjin's soft ass.

"nothing," jisung smiled to himself and then he nodded down towards your hand. "what's that?"

"oh," you laughed a bit and rose the bag in your hand. "i was so annoyed at forgetting this earlier, i had to make sure you got it."

jisung's lips lifted in a confused, crooked smile as he took the gift from you, removing the green glitter tissue and reaching in. "what is-" he started with a chuckle as his hand searched the bottom of the bag, his words ceasing as his fingers curled around something small and familiar.

you giggled at jisung's open mouth, his forearm still lost in the bag. "you don't even know what it is ji." he rolled his eyes very dramatically in response and you laughed harder, " well, okay, at least look at it and be sure before you go getting shocked."

jisung pulled his hand out, dropping the bag between the two of you. in his open palm was a guitar pick in his favourite colour, with the words engraved in your favourite colour.

he read the text aloud, "real life dumb and dumber." you'd even added the infinity symbol. he just looked at the pick, turning it over and over in his hand. then he looked up at you. you smiled at him, his watery eyes reflecting the moonlight.

jisung huffed a laugh and shook his head, looking back at the pick. "this is amazing."

you picked up the bag for something to do with your hands, fearful of how you'd respond to the way he was looking at you. you both started walking again. "i know you've probably got a million picks but i don't know," you shrugged. "it's not much."

"it's everything." jisung's words ran over yours, "you're.."

when he didn't finish his sentence you looked at him, "i'm what?"

jisung just shrugged but you stopped walking, grabbing onto his arm. "no come on, what's on your mind?"

jisung smiled sheepishly, stopping too. "i don't want to sound insane."

you huffed a laugh. you were walking late night in seattle, with han jisung, after seeing stray kids, of which he was a member, perform from backstage, a pass he'd given you, after you'd accidentally texted him months ago. and to add insult to injury jisung had the audacity to come in all black. beanie, round glasses, a leather jacket, and baggy pants looking like the evil harry potter of your dreams. not to mention all the texting, late night calls, facetimes, gifts sent. you'd been reluctant to meet in person because you didn't want to break the spell. to wake up from whatever dream had dropped you inside jisung's world and him in yours. and now that you'd met him, you were finding the spell was not only not breaking but it was reinforcing itself. like a self-fulfilling prophecy.

jisung felt inevitable.

insane didn't begin to cover it.

the space between you was so minimal. he'd backed you against the railing. you could've whispered and he would've heard you still. so you did.

"say it anyways."

jisung exhaled, reaching out with a gentle hand to push your curls behind your ear. his other hand resting on the guardrail, effectively caging you in. "when you asked if i wanted to go on a late night date after the concert i almost said no."

your brows creased, it'd never occurred to you that jisung could decline. so deep in were you already, it didn't even cross your mind to wonder if he was wading the waters beside you.

jisung smiled at you, the action bashful and apologetic. "n-not because i didn't want to, i swear. i mean i know i pushed for you to come see me, but facetiming did not prepare me for how it would feel to see you in person, to hug you. the insane thing i was gonna say is," he inhaled and exhaled purposefully, as if psyching himself up, "you're everything. and that scares me. you scare me ___."

jisung's hand was still in your hair, the heel of his hand resting against your jaw and you leaned into it. "why do i scare you?"

jisung's eyes were as vulnerable as they were honest. "because you could break me, so easily."

you inhaled sharply, "ji."

he smiled sadly, voice wobbly, "and i'd thank you for it."

and when you grabbed the lapels of his jacket and pulled his lips to yours for the first time, his hands finding your waist and dragging you into him, you knew instantly.

he could break you too.

felix.

you smiled as felix hummed along to the anime playing on your tv while he fiddled with whatever trinket he had snagged from the grocery store claw machine.

"sure you don't need help peaches?"

you continued to stir the pots on your stove. "i'm sure fe."

the meal had basically come together, few more minutes simmering and yours and felix's date would officially be in session. though, considering how much time you'd spent together already when five hours ago you were complete strangers, date seemed too inadequate a word. from making brownies at the dorms, to felix meeting you back at yours, to deciding a pan of brownies did not a dinner make, to grocery shopping and now cooking, date definitely didn't cut it.

you'd had year long relationships that didn't compare to this level of intimacy. if you thought about it too long, you knew it would've sent you on an overthinker's spiral. absolutely no reason to be falling this hard this fast for the nation's personal narrator. not that you could blame the brands for using such a uniquely recognizable idol. like a person could only be so strong, his fucking voice my God.

"oh-" you gasped.

felix, or more specifically his body, pulled you from your thoughts. his arms were around you with his hands resting inside your hoodie pocket.

"felix," you giggled, willing your pulse to return to normal. "i said i didn't need help."

"yeah but," felix's chest was snuggled to your back and he rested his chin on your shoulder. "i missed you love."

you breathed out a soft laugh. leaning your head down slightly to press your cheek against his hair. "i missed you too baby."

after finishing your food, you and felix had retired to your living room. felix was laying along the couch, fingers skating over your controller.

"oh come on." he tipped his head back dramatically, long locks splaying over the arm of the couch.

felix heard your giggle come from his lap where you were laid between his legs, your head on his low abdomen. he creased his brows and shot up, leaning over you. you laughed harder at the hair curtained over you, casting a shadow over his annoyed expression. he couldn't help but smile despite his angry façade. felix was finding it impossible to keep a smile off his face around you, still, he couldn't let your sass go unpunished.

"something funny noona? oh that's funny huh? hmm? you're laughing at a time like this? at my misery?" all felix's questions were asked over the rumble of your laughter as he tickled you all over.

"okay okay okay." you pleaded, gasping and giggling. "i yield, please have mercy."

felix was laughing too as he changed his fingers from tickling to gently caressing your hips, "fine, i can grant mercy."

you smiled up at him, your skin on fire where his fingers had slipped under your hoodie, softly rubbing circles into your skin. "i am so grateful oh merciful one."

felix wasn't sure why he'd felt so drawn to you over text. it'd been something like a tether being pulled and before he knew it, he was sending his home address to a complete stranger with nothing but a few messages between you, hardly even a name. and now that same tether was pulling him as you laid on him. he was wound so tight he feared any distance from you and the line would snap, sending him into free fall.

it was not at all logical, and yet nothing had ever made more sense to him.

you put your finger into his hair, twirling a lock as the fingers of your other hand beckoned him closer. his lungs were at a loss for air as he followed your instruction. his head was bent almost parallel over yours now. you pushed up on your forearms and pressed your lips into the underside of his jaw. a small smile formed on felix's face, your mouth still against his skin. you kissed a little higher, his chin, the corner of his lips.

felix was sure if he checked his apple watch it would read his heart rate was in the red zone. "what's all this for peaches?"

you laid back on his stomach then, shrugging. "i missed you love."

felix snorted, his skin turning red, blood rushing everywhere. 

everywhere.

you hadn't kissed him fully yet, though you'd come awfully close several times over the course of your evening together. but felix was finding he could wait, forever if necessary, as long as he was waiting for you. he looked at you and you were already smiling at him, brown eyes sparkling at brown eyes. felix booped your nose.

"i missed you too baby."

seungmin.

"i said," you tossed your phone down on the blanket and jogged over to where seungmin was petting the floofiest goldie. "where is my ice cream?"

"see i was on my way there but then dubu demanded i stop and give him pets." seungmin answered you then immediately turned back to the dog, ruffling dubu's face and dropping his pitch to what could only be described as baby talk. "isn't that right dubuah? isn't it?"

seungmin placed his face next to dubu's and smiled at you. "sorry noona."

you tried to look annoyed but your face split at seungmin imitating dubu's voice, and then you giggled loudly when dubu turned his head and slobbered on seungmin's cheek.

"okay, we're even." you scratched dubu's head affectionately. "all's forgiven dubu."

"ugh." seungmin groaned, scrubbing a hand down his face as you both waved goodbye to dubu and his owner. "speak for yourself."

"awuh my poor pup." you giggled more, fingers lacing with seungmin's as he walked the two of you over to the ice cream cart.

you couldn't help but smile, thinking back on the last couple of hours. seungmin had promised to show you the parts of seoul tourists don't see, and he had delivered. it'd been one fun hideaway after another, and now you were ending the evening with a picnic. as first dates go, he couldn't've done any better.

you looked at seungmin. he was speaking with a kind smile while the ajumma serving up the two of you's ice cream seemed to be teasing him. when the older woman turned away to complete your order seungmin pulled your hand, that he had yet to let go, so that you stepped closer into his side. you smiled and let your body rest against him. your head fell to his shoulder and he turned, lips pressed to your crown.

"have i told how beautiful you look today?"

"only every hour since we met up."

seungmin felt your smile against his neck as you spoke into his skin, his legs felt like wet noodles. he hummed at your response, "so not enough then."

you giggled, picking up your head to look at him. seungmin was as snark and sharp tongued as he appeared in interviews and skz logs and literally everywhere. but the sweet puppym that he showed 20 percent of the time, yeah that was him too. and you loved both sides of him.

whoa, loved? ...who said det?

seungmin, none the wiser to your inner monologue as he was busy having his own, squeezed your hand, kissing your temple as you leaned into him again. he was not a starve touched demon like his best friend felix, but God help him it felt like if his lips weren't on you he would die.

not lustfully, although the way your legs looked in the dress he was not opposed, but just a comfort thing. a month of texting gossip back and forth like good judys and suddenly you were his emotional support human. and if he was honest, he loved it.

whoa, loved? ...now who said det?!

"yeogi joka." the older woman smiled sweetly at the both of you.

"gomabda." seungmin bowed to the woman, engaging in conversation once again as she handed over the ice cream cones.

as an esl teacher you knew enough korean to get by, but your brain was apparently much more interested in ogling seungmin than translating conversational korean. seungmin had been such a gentleman all afternoon, and honestly you wish he'd give it a damn rest already. he was opening all the doors, standing on the street side of the sidewalk, paying (well now that you didn't mind, he was an international superstar after all teehee), asking before holding your hand, complimenting you profusely, kissing you sweetly everywhere but your damn lips (either set would do oh my God), and doing all of it in an all white ensemble looking every bit the angel he was. unfortunately, you wish he'd tap into his inner red light demon and just fucking—

"earth to ___," seungmin's hand was waving in front of your face and when you jerked, trying to hum like you weren't just picturing whips and chains. he smiled at you knowingly, eyes sparkling like he could picture your indecent imagery. "i was saying, i ordered you swirl."

you took the cone from him, cheeks heating at the implication of the chocolate and vanilla treat now in your hands. "how'd you know what i wanted?"

he smirked, boldly leaning forward, even though he held an identical scoop, to swipe a taste of your ice cream with his tongue.

"great minds think alike."

jeongin.

jeongin had had a whole plan for when you two met. you had accused him of manipulating the matrix and little did you know just how right you were.

when damiani had originally reached out to his management, inquiring if jeongin would have any time to attend fashion week, jyp had initially replied a regretful no. stray kids was booming these days. every part of their day was scheduled down to the minute, and with lollapalooza followed by a world tour looming, jyp could hardly spare their maknae on top. but when jeongin heard about your little sister's gap year college trip to europe, the gears in his mind started turning.

so, five hours of begging bangchan to intercede, three meetings, and a signed promise to clean the dorm for a month later, here jeongin was in the city of love. seconds from meeting you in person for the first time. everything had been going to plan but unfortunately for jeongin, as he watched you approach, every remaining piece of his grand gesture evaporated from his noggin.

"jeongin?" you smiled shyly, "hey, how are you?"

fucking hell you were beautiful, how was it possible that in all his planning of this moment, the flight, the meetcute spot, his rico suave introduction, he had not planned for how incredible you would look. jeongin was not prepared. he felt like spongebob with little jeongin's running around on fire screaming, "WE THREW OUT HIS NAME!" he opened his mouth, then closed it, opened it again.

you bit back a giggle at his wide eyed shock. so he was as nervous as you then. good, serves him right. he had sprung this whole thing on you. his reasoning being that he didn't want to get your hopes up until he was sure. because you totally hadn't been refreshing the damiani ig page ever since you'd heard they were sending ambassadors to paris. and you absolutely had not squealed like the cliché 90s romcom millennial you were. and you had not fallen off your hotel bed three days ago when jeongin called asking you on a date to the eiffel tower causing you to jump so frantically your foot tangled in the comforter.

yeah no, none of that. you were totally cool.

"if you keep looking all lost at me like that, someone's gonna walk by and think i'm trying to help you find your mommy."

at that jeongin scoffed and rolled his eyes. your beauty he was not familiar with, but being teased for being young, that he had trademarked responses for. "you're not that damn old ___."

"aht aht," you tsked, "i see the way y'all talk about bangchan. auntie know she old."

jeongin full on laughed at that, "right, i've got your cane right here." you huffed a laugh through your nose as he shook the long loaf of bread. "i told you stop watching interviews."

"well it was the closest i could get to you."

jeongin looked at you for a beat, both of you just smiling, taking each other in. he stood up then, baguette forgotten on the bench. "not anymore."

"no," you exhaled nervously despite yourself. "i guess not."

jeongin's eyes were scattered. from your eyes to your nose to your hair to your ears to your lips, he didn't know where to look first. and then, because you obviously wanted him dead, your tongue slipped out, wetting your mouth. okay so lips, he needed to look first at your lips. his eyes snapped up to yours and he took a careful step closer.

"noona?"

"yes?" you blinked, eyes sweeping over the curve of his jaw and then his adam's apple as he swallowed.

"i'm gonna kiss you now if that's okay, because i'm worried that if i don't, i won't be able to think clearly, or focus on anything else until i do. is that okay?"

your breath caught, and you nodded brokenly, your heart rate ticking up in anticipation.

"words baby." jeongin murmured.

God help you, stay was right about the baby bread to daddy toast pipeline. you nodded again, your eyes flickering to his lips before finding his brown irises again. "yes jeongin, you can kiss me."

jeongin's hands immediately came up to the sides of your face, thumbs soft under your jaw as he tipped your lips up to meet his. "finally." was the last thing he said, so close you felt the air from his words just before the press of his mouth.

you were gone. sighing into the kiss as your hands wrapped to the middle of his back and your foot popped up like the princess diaries moment of your dreams. and with the eiffel tower back drop? you would only be answering to princess of genovia henceforth.

it was only the need for air that made jeongin pull back from you, but just enough to suck in a breath, before leaning back in to peck your lips, your nose, your chin. such was your orbit that it had pulled him in and he had no desire to be free. jeongin knew he was young, but if he'd come with a ring in his pocket he'd be on one fucking knee already.

you giggled as jeongin's lips left butterfly kisses all over your face, your hands moving to the front of him to grip onto his jacket to keep him close. as if he was going anywhere without you ever again.

"are you focused now?" you asked, your lips brushing against jeongin's.

his fingers continued to caress your cheeks, the cool metal of his rings a stark contrast the heat threatening to faint you. jeongin gave you a crooked smile and nodded his head.

"utterly engrossed angel."

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