♡ minhyuk ♡

Soft music played out of your speaker as you cleaned up your kitchen and living room. You’d already gotten everything set up and were just waiting for your boyfriends and the food delivery to arrive. You hummed to the song, wiping down your coffee table. The playlist had been made for you by an old friend, and you put it on whenever it felt right.

Your doorbell rang before you hurried over, grabbing the food from the delivery person, mumbling a quick thank you. You opened the bag of food, placing each item where each of your boyfriends and you sat. Once you took a final look at the table, set up with enough plates, chopsticks, spoons, napkins, wine glasses, and finally, the food. You reached for your phone in your pocket, checking the time and seeing if you’d missed any messages.

Mark: We’ll be there in a couple minutes.

You smiled to yourself before checking yourself out in a nearby mirror, making sure you looked lovely. Even though you knew your boyfriends would be wearing sweatpants or gym shorts, you still wanted to look nice for them. It’d been so long since you’ve seen each other at this point and tonight was about all their hard work.

They’d been promoting for their comeback, spending days working on the dance, filming, and appearing on various shows. This comeback was successful, and they’d even won a couple music show awards. They’d worked so hard, and you wanted to congratulate them and help them relax.

A knock was heard on your door, causing you to grin and rush to the door. “Y/N!” Haechan started, quickly pulling you into a hug. He kissed the side of your head before releasing you from his grip, knowing he would be yelled at if he kept it up too much longer.

Each of your boyfriends entered, giving you quick hugs, kisses, and compliments before they took a seat at the set dining table. You’d half expected them to have already started eating by the time your last boyfriend, Jaemin, had walked through the door. However, they were all waiting patiently for you to sit at the table with them.

“Dig in! I don’t want it to get cold,” you stated with a chuckle. They each quickly started eating, likely their first meal in many hours as they’d finished some final meetings before their official break.

Your apartment, initially quiet with the sound of your movements, humming, and the soft music playing in the background, was now booming with sound. Before you took your own seat, you slipped into the kitchen to grab the wine you’d bought for tonight, three bottles of various flavors.

“Don’t forget some wine,” you sang, setting the bottles in the middle of the table.

“You even got us wine? I love you!” Renjun confessed, reaching for a bottle and pouring himself a glass.

“Of course! You worked so hard and I wanted to congratulate you on your wins.” You blushed lightly.

“What did we ever do to deserve you, Y/N?” Jeno asked rhetorically, pouring himself a glass. You grinned, finding your own seat between Jaemin and Mark.

As you started to eat, everyone had some wine in their glass and was just as talkative as before. Usually, the boys would be much quieter as they were exhausted from work, but they were too happy with the food and wine.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

After you’d all finished your food and had a couple glasses of wine, the apartment was quiet again, reminding you that you’d left your music on. Head a little tipsy from the alcohol, you stood up, slowly moving your body with the music. You smiled and blushed but continued anyway.

After about a minute, you turned back to the table and grabbed Renjun’s hand. He got the hint quickly, standing up and joining you with the dance. He kept you close and let you twirl around his finger, following your lead. You could feel the other guys’ eyes on you two as you finished the song with a quick kiss. You couldn’t help but giggle happily before returning to the table for your next victims.

Mark and Haechan had been talking to each other quietly, which immediately called out to you. Reaching down, you grabbed one of each of their hands and pulled them away from the table. You brought them over to where Renjun had already started dancing to the next song, starting to dance between Mark and Haechan. They both quickly joined you, even bringing Renjun closer to your little huddle. Small laughs could be heard over the soft music as you lip-synced.

As the bridge of the song started, you returned to the table one last time. “Jaemin, Jeno, come dance,” you’re voice slurring ever so slightly. The two men looked at each other before following your command, joining the rest of you dancing.

The songs continued their slow pace, allowing you all to calmly move your bodies to the beat. At one point, Renjun even got Mark to do a dip, immediately getting the rest of your attention. You clapped while Jaemin cheered.

As you started to get tired and the alcohol’s effect wore off, you took a seat on the couch with another glass of wine. You sipped on it periodically as you watched your boyfriends dancing and giggling with each other.

But the exhaustion caught up with them quickly from their overworked weeks, and they joined you in the living room, sitting on the couch or floor. You retrieved the rest of the wine and some glasses, returning to the couch and pouring everyone one last glass.

“Did you have fun?” you asked softly, settling between Jeno and Haechan.

Mark and Jaemin nodded, finishing the rest of their glasses. Jaemin rested his head on Mark’s shoulder, closing his eyes. Mark titled his own head, leaning against Jaemin’s.

Renjun, who was seated on the floor by Jeno’s legs, also rested his head on Jeno’s leg, sipping absentmindedly.

The music still continued to play quietly as everyone relaxed and rested. Once you finished your own glass, you stood, deciding to clean everything up. You retrieved the empty wine glasses on the coffee table and set them on the kitchen counter near the sink. To your surprise, Haechan was already at the table, starting to help you clean everything up.

“Haechan, you don’t have to help me. Go rest.”

He simply shook his head, continuing to stack the plates. “I wanna help.” You gave him a weird look, which made him lightly hit your arm. “Don’t look at me like that. Can’t I help my partner clean up?”

You pulled your hands up defensively, laughing softly. “Sorry, just didn’t expect this.” You started grabbing all the chopsticks and spoons.

With Haechan’s help, you’d cleaned up everything a lot faster. He surprised you even further, though, when he helped you do the dishes. You’d remained skeptical of his intentions but let him help you anyway. As he dried the last plate and set it back in the cabinet, he smirked.

“Why are you smirking?” you asked carefully.

“No reason,” he said, kissing you quickly. “I just love you.”

“I love you too.”

He smiled, leading you back out to the living room. Taking a look around, you noticed the rest of them were all sound asleep, leaning on or cuddling each other. Your chest felt heavy as you noticed each of them. “Should we wake them up?” Haechan asked from beside you.

You shook your head, “They seem comfortable. Plus, we won’t all fit in my bed, so now there won’t be any fighting.” Haechan chuckled and watched as you grabbed a few blankets from your bedroom. You covered each of your sleeping boyfriends’ bodies, smiling to yourself. You then turned off the lights before heading back to your bedroom.

Haechan followed you, quickly getting comfortable on your bed. You changed out of your clothes and into something more comfortable before joining Haechan in bed. You curled up against him, already feeling like you would fall asleep any minute.

Haechan smiled to himself, “This is why I helped you,” he whispered.

You playfully hit his abdomen, “You sneaky shit.”

You always insisted that you go grocery shopping alone, specifically for this reason. Haechan, who’d been put in charge of pushing the cart, had been threatening to run Jeno over, eventually actually hitting Jeno with the corner of the cart. Jeno strutted up to Haechan, ready to hurt him before you commented, “Can you boys stop?” Jeno glared at Haechan before backing off. You rolled your eyes, going back to your shopping list and finding the ingredients in that aisle.

Haechan still was messing around while pushing the cart, nearly running into the end caps multiple times before you made Jeno take over. You desperately hoped that would solve the issue, but they always found a way to surprise you. As you reached to grab the bag of sugar you wanted, you could hear a cart crash loudly into someone. You quickly moved your head to the sound, hoping it was someone else, but it was your boyfriends making the noise. You wanted to throw the bag of sugar at both of them, but you knew that would just make things worse. You walked swiftly over to the cart, placing the sugar into it and glaring at both of them.

“This is why I go alone. I’ll make you both wait in the car if you keep this up.” You knew you sounded like a parent, but you were tired of the weird looks you got from other customers and just wanted some peace that came with grocery shopping. You turned away from them, walking to the end of the aisle to find your next item. You knew you should’ve just gone here alone or with just one of them at the most. But they both begged to come with you today, both being really clingy to you for some reason. With them both being clingy at the same time, their bickering would never end.

You heard the two arguing with each other in hushed voices as Jeno pushed the cart to follow you, Haechan close beside him. You gave them one final look before they both stopped talking, following you around like puppies with their tails between their legs. Once you finished getting everything you needed, they followed you silently to the cashier, quickly paying for your things before walking back out to your car, arms carrying a couple bags.

Once you were in the car, some music playing in the car, the guys remained silent, each looking out the window, afraid to meet your gaze full of disappointment and frustration.

However, once you made it to your apartment building, they got out of the car, rushing to the trunk and grabbing as many bags as they each could carry, mumbling “I’m going to carry more than you” to each other.

You rolled your eyes and lead them up to your shared apartment, arms empty of any bags as they were so caught up in their little competition. They rushed to the kitchen, setting their respective bags down to start putting all of them away. While they were distracted, you made your way to your bedroom, quickly changing into one of Jeno’s hoodies and a pair of Haechan’s sweatpants. Your head started to pound suddenly, annoying you even more. As if this day could get any worse for you.

Rubbing your eyes with the sleeves of the hoodie, you crept into the living room, dropping onto the couch. Your hands stayed in your lap as you tilted your head back, eyes closing as you tried to relieve yourself of your headache. Haechan peaked out of the kitchen to see you sitting on the couch alone, wearing his and Jeno’s clothes. His heartfelt like it exploded in his chest with so much love until he notices your position. He frowned before turning to Jeno. “I think Y/N has a headache,” he informed quietly. Jeno’s face immediately fell, guilt taking over most of his thoughts.

“We should finish putting the groceries away and then help them,” Jeno suggested, already rushing to unpack the bags. Haechan nodded, following Jeno’s lead. Once they finished, Haechan grabbed a cold water bottle and walked into the living room with Jeno.

“Hey Y/N,” Haechan started, his voice soft and quiet. You hummed in response, not moving from your position, head still tilted back. “I got you some water, do you want some meds?” Nodding slowly, you held your hand out to grab the water, head facing your two boyfriends.

Jeno quickly rushed to the bathroom and returned with some medication that always seemed to work for you. “Two?” He asked, his voice soft like Haechan’s. You nodded slowly, holding your other hand out. Once Jeno placed the pills onto your hand, you tilted your head back as you popped the pills into your mouth and washed them down with the water. “Do you want to cuddle?” his voice less confident than before.

“Yeah,” you replied quietly, closing your eyes again. You felt both of your boyfriends settle into the couch, one on each side of you. Jeno wrapped an arm around your shoulder carefully, your head immediately resting on his shoulder. Haechan plastered himself beside you, resting his head on your shoulder and holding one of your hands with both of his.

Haechan hummed absentmindedly beside you. The song was not recognizable to you, yet it calmed you as the medications slowly started to make its way through your system.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

Before you can drift off to sleep, Jeno starts speaking, “you should sleep in bed. I don’t want your neck to hurt when you wake up.” His fingers brushed away some hair from your face. You groaned softly, nuzzling yourself further into his chest. “Y/N, babe,” he continued before glancing over at Haechan, nodding at him slightly.

Haechan reluctantly pulled himself away from you, knowing it would help Jeno get you into bed. You whined, trying to reach for him to come back. Jeno slipped his free arm under your knees and picked you up carefully. He followed Haechan into your bedroom, softly laying you on the mattress and covering you with a blanket. Both boys removed their shirts to be more comfortable sleeping.

“Who do you wanna sleep beside?” Haechan asked, knowing your hatred for being in the middle while sleeping. On the couch, it was different. Being between both of your boyfriends during the night always caused you to be too hot, sweaty, and unable to sleep. Because of this, your boyfriends would switch who was in the middle depending on your preference. Haechan already had a guess of who you’d prefer today but decided to ask anyway.

“Jeno,” you barely whispered, curling up under the blanket and waiting for Jeno to join you. Jeno nodded, giving a quick look to Haechan, who’d started pouting. He settled himself beside you, allowing you to rest your head on his chest and cuddle close to him.

Haechan crawled on the other side of Jeno, situating himself near him. His legs intertwined with Jeno’s, and he wrapped an arm around his waist with his head near Jeno’s shoulder on the pillow. Jeno trailed one hand up and down your back softly, and he turned his head to kiss the top of Haechan’s head a few times.

Haechan was a clingy cuddler, which usually didn’t help comfort you when you were sick or in a bad mood. Jeno was much more chill and allowed you (and Haechan) to pick the positions, usually having Jeno end up being a pillow. Although both of them had gotten used to this arrangement, Haechan couldn’t help but feel a little disappointed when he wasn’t chosen. Today he felt horrible as he thought he was the cause of your headache. He’d been the one to initiate hitting each other with the shopping cart.

“Y/N?” his voice sounded different, almost like it would break like glass any second. You hummed in response, not moving from your comfortable spot on Jeno’s chest. “I’m sorry for making you get a headache,” he mumbled into Jeno’s arm. His own arm tightened on Jeno for some form of security and comfort.

“Hyuck, it’s not your fault,” you said softly, moving your head to look at your boyfriend. He kept his eyes focused on anything but you. “I promise, it’s not your fault,” you pressed, holding his hand.

“I’m sorry for hitting you, Jeno.”

“It’s okay, Haechan. I hit you too, remember?”

“Still,” his voice just as soft and fragile. You glanced up at Jeno, trying to communicate with him about what to do next. Jeno sat up slowly, allowing you to move your head onto the pillow underneath your head rather than his chest and breaking the connection between you and Haechan.

Haechan let out a gentle groan, trying to push Jeno back down to his spot. Jeno just smiled to himself before he crawled over Haechan, spooning him. After watching Jeno’s movements, you followed by scooting closer to Haechan. You brushed some of his hair away from his eyes with your hand before you kissed his forehead. You turned to lay on your other side, pressing your back into Haechan’s chest until he was spooning you.

You could hear the boys loudly talking as they walked down the hallway before they entered your shared apartment. You couldn’t help but grin as you tried to hear what they were talking about while you keep your eyes on the tv playing a new show you’d just gotten into. Once the door opened, their voices were significantly louder, continuing their debate.

“Y/N!” Jungwoo called, running to your spot once he got his shoes off. He tackled you in a tight hug, pushing you onto your side. “I missed you,” he’d comment, kissing the side of your head.

“We missed you too,” Haechan pouted, trying to get involved in the cuddling mess before him.

“Give Y/N some room you two,” Kun commanded from across the room, fixing their shoes and picking up their thrown jackets and bags.

“It’s okay Kun,” you replied, your heart full from seeing your boyfriends for the first time in a couple days. They’d been busy with some meetings to discuss comeback plans and the possibility of a new subunit debuting soon. “Where’s Doyoung?”

“He had to go pick up something quick. He said he’ll be home soon,” Kun replied, finally feeling content with how the entryway looked. He made his way over to you three on the couch, his smile ever-present as he finally took you in. Haechan had finally made Jungwoo move so he could join you at your other side. Both boys did their best to pull you closer to them, each resting their heads on your shoulders.

“He went by himself?” you asked softly, looking towards Kun, who took a seat across from you.

Jungwoo nodded, “he said it was a secret so we couldn’t go with him.” His voice was quiet as he snuggled into the crook of your neck.

“Did you eat yet, Y/N?” Haechan asked, his finger drawing lazy shapes on your thigh.

“Yeah, I got some pizza earlier.” Jungwoo immediately moved his head away from you and pouted. You smiled, “There’s some leftovers in the fridge for you Jungwoo.”

He grinned and rushed to the kitchen to grab a couple of slices. Kun took the chance to kiss your forehead while Jungwoo was distracted. He also ruffled Haechan’s hair, earning a light slap to the wrist from the youngest. You giggled softly as you pet Haechan’s hair, trying to fix it for him. “You’re so cute, Channie,” Kun cooed.

“Y/N, tell Kun to leave me alone,” he mumbled beside you. You just smiled in response, holding one of Kun’s hands in your own.

“Don’t cuddle without me!” Jungwoo yelled, returning from the kitchen, a small piece of sauce still in the corner of his mouth. He jumped onto the couch and returned to his spot beside you.

“You have something on your face,” Kun mentioned, leaning over to clean it off with his hand. Jungwoo instead pulled Kun further, their faces inches from each other. Kun got the hint, licking off the sauce from his lip.

They smiled at each other, “Thank you, Kun.”

“Get a room,” Haechan groaned, making the rest of you laugh.

“Are you jealous, Haechan?” Jungwoo questioned.

“Y/N, make them stop,” he whined from beside you. Before you could say anything, Kun had moved in front of Haechan, his hand cupping the younger’s chin and pulling him in for a short, soft kiss. Haechan seemed shocked after Kun pulled away, becoming silent as his face started turning red.

You glanced up at Kun expectedly, waiting for your turn. Kun just grinned in response, mirroring his previous actions with Haechan now with you. This kiss lasted a lot longer than the one between Haechan and Kun, but it remained soft and innocent and full of love. Kun smiled shyly at you as he pulled away. You smiled back in return before he moved to the couch across from you once again. A light conversation about your days started as you waited for your last boyfriend to return home.

/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\/\

“I’m home,” Doyoung sang as he closed the front door behind him, kicking his shoes off. Three bags hung from his arms, two filled with food and one with his surprise. The surprise that had caused his chest to tighten for most of the day and only just got worse as he walked home from the store.

“Doyoung!” Jungwoo yelled, removing himself from his spot beside you to run-up to the older man like an excited puppy. He reached to grab the bags in his arms, only for them to be pulled away from him.

“I still have a surprise. I don’t want you to ruin it,” Doyoung explained once he saw Jungwoo’s small pout. Jungwoo nodded, trudging back to his spot on the couch. Doyoung followed after setting the non-food bag on the table near the door. “I brought some snacks and drinks.”

“You didn’t have to do that,” you started as he handed you a bottle of your favorite soda.

“But I wanted to,” he continued, passing the other men their respective drinks and snacks.

“Is this your surprise?” Kun questioned, opening his can.

“If this was my surprise, don’t you think I would’ve let you guys come with me?” Doyoung responded with a small smirk. “I’ll go grab the real surprise,” he said, setting his drink on the coffee table.

Once he returned with the bag, he instructed you all to sit on the couch. Kun sat next to Jungwoo while Haechan and Jungwoo sat up more. “Okay, close your eyes. No peaking.”

Doyoung grabbed one box from the bag and quickly opened it, hooking the chain around his neck. His smile was ever-present as he adjusted the necklace. “Hold your hands out please. Do not open your eyes until I say so.” You all nodded at him, each of your patience running out as time moved on. He placed one small box into each of your open palms, noticing how his hands shook from anxiety awaiting your reactions.

“I think I know what this is,” Haechan teased, feeling the box with one of his hands.

“Haechan, I will take your back.” Doyoung replied, just as teasingly but featuring a hint of truth. Haechan stopped, moving both his hands to hold the box like he was initially instructed. “Okay, you can all open your eyes and open your gift.”

Doyoung’s breath hitched in his chest as he observed each of your reactions. You all opened the box at the same time, in sync with each other from years of being together. You gasped as you took in the piece of jewelry, right hand moving to cover your gaping mouth. “Doyoung...” You let slip out quietly. Your other boyfriends had smiles on their faces as they also processed their matching gifts.

“Do you like it?” You nodded quickly, not trusting your voice at the moment. Your right hand moved from your mouth to take the necklace out of its safe box. The necklace had five rings intertwined with each other, each ring alternating between black and white.

“Doyoung, this is so sweet,” Kun spoke first, his eyes sparkling with love.

“How did you get these?” Jungwoo moved to clasp the chain around his own neck after seeing the chain dangling from Doyoung’s own neck.

“I know a guy,” he answered nonchalantly, a giant grin plastered on his face. Kun and Haechan had started clasping their respective chains on their own necks. “Do you want help, Y/N?” Doyoung asked softly, his eyes filled with worry as he watched you nearly freezing up while staring at the rings. You were taken out of your daydream from his voice, only responding with a small nod.

He came up behind the couch, taking the necklace from your hands gently to clasp it around your neck for you. You couldn’t help but lightly touch the rings as they rested below your collarbones. Once it was secured, he leaned down a placed a couple of soft kisses on your head. Haechan and Jungwoo whined at the affection, causing Doyoung to chuckle and place kisses on both of their heads as well.

“I thought you didn’t like couple items,” you finally stated, waiting for Doyoung to return to his spot in front of you all.

He sat on the coffee table, resting his elbows and forearms on his thighs and leaning forward, “I usually don’t. It’s risky to have couple items and getting caught by fans or paparazzi wearing them. But I saw a couple with a similar necklace and I really liked it. It’s very subtle and can be hidden under our shirts or jackets so it’s a little safer. I searched for a place that would custom make us versions with five rings instead of two. It took a while, but they finally finished them today.”

“Aw, Doyoung is a sappy romantic,” Haechan teased, getting up and hugging Doyoung tightly. You giggled along with Jungwoo and Kun, all three of you joining the hug. While you rarely did group hugs like this, the love in the air was palpable.

“I love you guys,” you mumbled, slowly starting to part from the group because of the radiating heat of your boyfriends being so close.

“We love you too,” Kun replied, also pulling away. After a few more seconds, the hug was over, Doyoung finally being free of Haechan’s tight grip.

“And just because it’s subtle doesn’t mean you don’t still need to be careful,” Doyoung started, looking between Jungwoo, Haechan, and Kun. “Remember to keep it hidden when you can. We don’t want to deal with another lecture from staff do we?” He asked rhetorically. The three boys nodded almost automatically.

“I think we can handle it,” Jungwoo commented confidently. Doyoung nearly shot him a glare but stopped himself.

“Better safe than sorry,” he mumbled. “I’m glad you liked them,” his smile returning once again.

“Thank you, Doyoungie,” you started, the rest of the boys following suit with their own thankful messages.

Just as you felt Jungwoo start leaning into you, his first sign of cuddling, you removed yourself from the couch. You could nearly feel Jungwoo’s pout and puppy-like eyes following your every move, but you kept going. Reaching for Kun and Doyoung’s hands, you led them to the other couch across from the one you were just on. You decided to sit on Doyoung’s lap while resting your legs across Kun’s and hugging Doyoung’s waist to keep yourself steady.

“Hey, why are you cuddling with them?” Haechan asked, his arms crossed like a child throwing a tantrum.

“Hyuk, I just cuddled with you and Jungwoo since you came home. I think it’s their turn now, don’t you?” You watched as both Jungwoo and Haechan shake their heads and pout before they decided to cuddle together instead. You thought they may be trying to make you jealous. Still, you were never jealous that easily, especially after being in this polyamorous relationship for so long. You returned your attention to your two oldest boyfriends, one hand playing with Doyoung’s hair and the other holding onto one of Kun’s.

Kun could never sleep with the lights on. Pure darkness was the most comforting for him as he drifted off. That was until he met you. You had a bad habit of sleeping with the TV on or while watching videos on your phone. He adjusted to your habits and preferences quickly as he loved what made you, you. Even if he had to lose sleep for a week, he was content, especially with your body so close to his, radiating a comforting heat in the bitter winter nights.

He got more and more used to your presence in his bed, and he would give up everything to keep you in bed with him. But reality would always remind him that it was impossible at the sound of your alarm early in the mornings. Despite this, Kun always begged you to stay, to call into work to spend the entire day with him. No matter how much he begged, you could somehow resist his whining voice and get ready for work, even though you also wanted nothing more than to spend the day cuddling him and occasionally drifting off into a nap.

/\/\/\/

Kun smiles sadly at the memories. “I can’t sleep without the TV on now because of you.” The wind blew through his hair, chilling his body. “I sleep with the porch light on just in case you come back home.” His voice breaks at the end of the sentence as his eyes sting.

/\/\/\/

When you moved in with Kun, you had fewer clothes than he originally thought. He’d made sure to make as much room in his closet as possible for you. Once you unpacked, however, the closet was almost half empty still. “I thought you had more clothes,” he’d laugh softly, embarrassed for making so much room.

“I decided to donate a lot of my clothes. Plus now I can wear your clothes,” you’d reply playfully, grabbing one of Kun’s older hoodies and slipping it on over your shirt. “Much better than my clothes.”

Kun felt his heart melt as he watched you finish unpacking, his sweatshirt hanging loosely over you. He’d think about how lucky he was to be with you, such a perfect person. “You’re so cute,” he’d comment, giving you a tight back hug.

/\/\/\/

“I can’t get rid of your clothes. They still smell like you,” Kun admitted, a tear rolling down his cheek. “I can only really sleep while hugging one of your sweaters.” Kun’s voice broke as he sobbed into his hands. He had no idea he had these tears still in him. Especially from all the crying he’d been doing lately.

“Baby, I’m sorry I couldn’t protect you like I promised. I miss you so much.” Kun wiped at stray tears. “Come back and warm me up. It’s so cold without you here.” As if on cue, the wind ripped through Kun’s coat, making the hair on his body stand up straight. His nose ran from the tears and cold, and he messily wiped the snot away.

Kun’s fingers lightly touched at the flowers he’d placed on the ground when he got there. Brand new. But they too would grow old and be replaced next week. Especially with the weather.

“God knows I miss you. I’m sure he told you.” Kun whispered. “If you hear this and you’re sad, let him hold you. Just like you used to hold me.” Kun shivered, holding himself to keep his body heat in.

/\/\/\/

You always knew exactly what he needed no matter what was going on in his life. Whenever he had a bad day at work or just wasn’t feeling well, your touch always calmed him down. You’d have a tight grasp on him as you held him closer to your body. You’d occasionally even sing softly if it was a really bad day. And nothing calmed him down more than you. Even after trying different medications or practices his therapist told him to try. His therapist even warned him not to become too dependent on you, but it was easier said than done. But now that you were gone, ripped away from him, Kun has to figure out how to calm himself down. How to live without you.

/\/\/\/

“I didn’t know if I should bury you with your engagement ring or if I should keep it. It was one of the hardest decisions I’ve had to make.” Kun admitted, his hands shaking from the freezing temperature and the mix of emotions running through his body. “The ring would be in the wrong place if it wasn’t on your finger though,” he started to absentmindedly play with his own ring finger, void of the ring you had been preparing for your wedding day in a few months.

“At the end of the day, you’ve got a diamond and I’ve got a stone,” Kun stared at the dirt in front of him. It wouldn’t be covered by grass for at least a couple more months when spring comes and the weather becomes nicer.

“I’ll be back again next week,” Kun promised after ten minutes of silence. “I’ve got plenty more to say.” He moved the flowers more to the center of the dirt plot before he placed his hand on the top of your gravestone. The stone chilled his hand immediately, but he refused to pull away.

The chilly wind whipped past your thin clothes and chilled your body as you stood outside his apartment. You shivered, checking your phone for the time for the twentieth time, waiting for Ten to return. Despite waiting in the frigid temperature, you knew you wouldn’t be able to turn around and head back home, no matter how long he’d make you wait. This needed to happen for both of you, just like every week.

“Shit, sorry,” He’d mumbled walking past you and leading you into the warm apartment. You didn’t respond, knowing the real feelings behind his words. More of a filler than any actual emotion. His winter jacket swished as he rushed to his apartment. Joo, Ten’s roommate Johnny’s dog, whimpered once you entered. You gave her a quick pat on her head before you took off your jacket and shoes. Ten’s winter coat was on the floor, slippers already on his feet as he shuffled to put the rest of his work stuff to a place where he’d remember it in the morning.

His faded blue-collared shirt taunted you as you watched him. For anyone else, this silence would cause awkward chuckles or fumbled small-talk, but you both remembered the unspoken rules of your relationship. You were distractions for each other. There wasn’t support between you two during this time.

Ten glanced into your eyes before starting to mess with the buttons of his work shirt and heading into his bedroom. You followed behind with your body in autopilot. The soft shut of the door triggered you to remove the t-shirt you had thrown on before leaving the house and your bra. Ten had now unbuttoned his shirt, it hanging open with his chest and stomach exposed as he turned towards you. Your icy hands reached for his toned stomach as the desperate make-out session began. 

Teeth clashed together messily as you moved together. His hands cupped either side of your face, pulling you that much closer to him as your hands worked to unbutton his work pants blindly. You palmed him over his boxers, earning a low moan. You could feel him getting harder in your hand as you continued to make out.

Ten pulled away, a quiet ‘f-fuck’ leaving his mouth, and he quickly removed your pants and panties. He pushed you onto his bed, removing his own pants and boxers before he joined you. 

He kissed down your neck, nipping at multiple spots to leave marks that you’d later have to cover. One of his hands reached between your legs and two fingers entered you. You moaned, grinding down on his fingers. Wanting more. Needing more. Ten continued to tease you with his fingers, a smirk on his face as he watched you desperately trying to get more.

“Ten, please just fuck me already!” you whined, annoyed at the teasing.

“All fours,” he commanded, reaching into his nightstand and retrieving a condom. He rolled it on as you followed his command. He pumped his hard cock a few times before lining himself up with you, his hand strongly grasping your hip. He pushed himself in, you both moaning at the new position. His other hand grabbed your other hip, using your hips to fuck you onto him. Your ass and thighs slapped with his thighs as he sped up his thrusts.

“Shit Y/N, you feel so good wrapped around my cock,” Ten moaned.

“I- I’m close,” you somehow said between moans. 

Ten used one hand to grab your hair and the other to play with your clit. He pulled your hair so you were on your knees, back against his chest as he continued to thrust into you. You let out a throaty moan as he skillfully played with your clit. 

“F-fuck Ten,” you moaned as you came, clenching onto his cock. He kept thrusting into you, helping you ride out your orgasm. He planted more kisses to your neck.

He pulled out when you came down from your high, jerking himself off until he came in the condom. His moaning rang in your ear as you watched his face.

He unrolled the condom and threw it away after recovering from his orgasm. You’d lay down on the bed, watching him again, noticing a dark mark on his ribcage and a small, lighter mark on his hip. Your heart sank, but you couldn’t show any emotion concerning the marks. It wasn’t your business.

Ten threw a pair of shorts on before he left to get a glass of water. Returning to his room, he smiled a little at you before he joined you in the bed.

Ten wrapped an arm around your shoulder as you lay your head on his bare chest and your legs intertwined with his. There was no noise other than the heater above the both of you. The bruises on his ribcage and hip wouldn’t leave your mind, no matter how many times you tried to get yourself to forget it.

‘Don’t get involved,’ You reminded yourself.

///

“You should know that I have a girlfriend,” Ten confessed, his voice weak and deep from the activity that had recently ended. Your eyes widened as you processed the words, your finger freezing from where it was drawing on his bare stomach. You’d been nuzzled up against his warm body, legs entwined together, just enjoying each other’s presence after sleeping together for the first time.

“You have a girlfriend?” you asked, questioning if you heard wrong.

“Yeah,” Ten admitted.

You sat up, searching the room for where he’d tossed your shirt and pants. Once you found them, you got out of bed to get dressed.

“Don’t leave,” Ten almost begged.

“You have a girlfriend for fuck sake. Why did you just fuck me?” Your body was hot from embarrassment and frustration as you got fully dressed.

“Long story,” he answered. You couldn’t help but let your heart tug as you saw the sorrow in his face. You decided to stay and listen to his story despite your brain telling you to leave and never look back. This was not something you needed to worry about now, but you just got yourself involved.

“My girlfriend has had a problem with drugs and alcohol for a while now. She’s a completely different person when she uses and she’s terrifying. These bruises are from her after she snorted cocaine and drank. She took out her anger on me.”

“Why are you still with her?” your voice coming out quieter than you intended.

“I can’t be without her. I need her,” he started. “She apologized and they’re healing just fine. She wants to get better. She promised she’s going to get better.”

“But if that’s what’s going on, why cheat on her?”

“I just need an escape.” Ten’s voice became a whisper. “I just need a distraction.”

“Me too.”

///

Ten’s heartbeat and soft breathing were calming and silenced your mind for only a few seconds before the thoughts came back.

‘I thought he said she was clean. Why are there so many bruises again?’

///

“She promised that she was going to get clean. She said she won’t mess it up this time.” Ten stated, trying to convince himself more than you about her empty promise.

“She’s told you that every time,” you reminded. “How do you know this time is it?”

Ten winced slightly at your words. He knew you were right, but that didn’t make it any less painful. “Because she hasn’t hit me in a month.” His eyes were darting to various spots around the room to keep away from your own eyes. There was no way he could keep himself from getting emotional if he was looking directly into your eyes.

You both sat in silence, the long-forgotten music playing through the speaker keeping the room from being deafening. Your mind wandered like it always did around Ten. He confused you more than anyone else, but you didn’t have any right to judge him as you were just as confusing.

Why were you still messing around with a guy in a relationship? Where went all of your morals and self-respect? Can’t you get your own boyfriend? Why do you keep crawling back only to be hurt again?

The answer was simple. You needed Ten as much as he needed you. He served as a distraction from your messy life. You couldn’t get a job, even after applying to over 20 positions. You were barely passing your classes, despite asking for help and getting tutors. Your mental health deteriorating over the past few months to the point you barely were able to get yourself to do much of anything. The only thing that kept you stable was meeting with Ten every Tuesday night after he got off from work.

“This is the longest she’s gone without going back to the drugs,” he mumbled. “I think she means it this time.” You rolled your eyes, having heard the same excuse so many times before.

“Then why am I still here?”

You knew it was uncalled for and shouldn’t have been said but you couldn’t bite your tongue and longer. If his girlfriend wasn’t using or hurting him, what was the point of having you around? Why should you keep coming over only to keep hurting?

“If she’s clean and not hurting you then why am I still here, Ten?”

Ten bit his lip, thinking carefully about how he was going to go about answering this question. “I- I can’t answer that. I don’t know.”

You sat in silence once again before you had enough and went back home to be left with your feelings and racing mind.

///

“Why did she hit you again?” You mumbled despite your best efforts to keep it to yourself.

Ten’s breath hitched at the question, from both the breaking of the silence and the question itself.

“I’m sorry. You don’t have to answer that. I overstepped. I’m sorry.”

“She relapsed,” his voice full of sorrow. You nodded, knowing this was going to happen again.

“I’m sorry, Ten,” your heart ached as you wished you could hug him, comfort him, take his pain away. But you’re just the girl he fucks once a week. You’re not his girlfriend despite the thoughts of becoming his girlfriend. Thoughts of treating him the way he should be treated. “Did you forgive her?”

Ten remained silent, bringing your attention to his face. He was worn out with so much on his plate and mind. No amount of sleep would bring him back to his happy and energetic self. That Ten was gone. He nodded.

“I don’t know how you can keep forgiving her,” you mumbled, frustrated at the girl regardless of never meeting.

“This is the last time.” Ten promised.

You nodded in response, acting like it was really the last time this would happen although you knew better.

“I’m going to sleep, I have work in the morning.” You nodded once again in response.

You tried to find any way of getting some much-needed sleep, but your mind continued to go a thousand miles an hour. Once you noticed he fell asleep, you sat up in bed, moving further away from him. You watched his sleeping form while you tried to calm your thoughts. 

‘Why can’t he fall for me? I would treat him so much better. I would love him more than she ever could. I would never hurt him. Why can’t he give her up already? What would she think of me? What if she found out about this?’

‘Why do I keep coming back? I need to make this time my last. I can’t keep doing this to myself. I have to say goodbye tonight.’

But when you curled back up to his side to fall asleep, you knew you would come back next week. You would keep this going as long as possible because you can’t say goodbye to Ten. He’s the only constant in your life. You both need each other. You can’t say goodbye because you’re waiting for him to finally end things with his girlfriend. You’re waiting for him to fall for you, even though you know he doesn’t love you. He’s just using you. 

“Sicheng, can you grab me a coke while you’re up?”

“Why don’t you get off your fat ass and get it yourself?” the younger retorted, eyes still glued to his phone. 

Kun sighed and shook his head. “Please,” he continued.

“Please get it yourself.”

From the other couch, you watched as Sicheng quickly got on Kun’s nerves. He was so used to being teased by the other WAYV and NCT members, but having to deal with this shit at home just made him more frustrated and annoyed. 

Knowing that this little argument was going to continue for too long, you got up to get the coke yourself. “Here, Kun,” you started as you gave him the much-wanted drink to which he thanked you sincerely.

“Now you’re making Y/N get your drink. Unbelievable.” Sicheng continued, exasperated. Kun ignored the comment, focusing his energy on watching the TV and sipping his coke. This, however, just motivated Sicheng to continue his antics. “Y/N, do you need any help reaching for something?”

“What?” you questioned although you knew it was only to further piss Kun off.

“You’re only 2 cm taller than me,” Kun commented, the annoyance dripping in his voice.

“But size matters, right Y/N?” he responded with a playful wink in your direction.

Kun quickly got up from his seat and pushed Sicheng up against the wall. Sicheng only grinned in response, content with himself for riling his boyfriend up so easily. Kun’s hand found its way to Sicheng’s neck, choking him. “Do you really think I’m going to let a brat like you get away with all this shit you’re saying?” His voice was lower as he took control. When Sicheng didn’t answer right away, Kun pushed him harder against the wall. “Answer me.”

“N-no,” Sicheng barely squeaked out from the pressure on his neck.

“I think it’s time to teach you a lesson, brat.” Kun could feel Sicheng’s hard swallow at the words, causing him to smirk. 

You stared at the scene in front of you, confused and mildly turned-on at Kun’s dominance, but no matter how horny you were, you knew better than to get involved in their arguments and teasing. There would be a time for you, and until it was that time, you were going to try to entertain yourself by playing on your phone and listen to your boyfriends have their fun.

“Let’s put that naughty mouth to good use,” Kun started, his thumb running across Sicheng’s bottom lip. “Get on your knees, slut.”

Sicheng obliged hesitantly, not sure if he wanted to make his boyfriend even angrier, but deciding to just follow the rules, at least for now. Kun pulled down his sweatpants, showing his hardening cock to Sicheng. 

Sicheng tentatively licked the head of Kun’s dick, only to be interrupted by Kun slapping his dick against his cheek. “Open your fucking mouth.”

Sicheng again listened, opening his mouth to which Kun acted on immediately. His dick quickly entering his boyfriend’s mouth. Sicheng groaned quietly at the invasion before Kun began thrusting himself in-and-out of his mouth. From your spot on the couch, you could hear the lewd noises from both of them, Sicheng’s occasional gag and groan and Kun’s deep moans and taunts.

“Look at what a little slut you are, drooling all over yourself,” Kun teased, continuing to fuck Sicheng’s mouth. From that comment, your attention quickly moved to the two boys, seeing Sicheng drool onto his self while Kun pleasured himself. He picked up his pace as his moans increased in number and volume. “Because you’ve been such a brat, you’re going to swallow all of my cum.” Kun once again sped up to chase his high, more moaning releasing from his throat. Sicheng groaned, trying to shake his head.

“You should’ve thought about that before you were pissing me off. You’re such a slut, I’m sure you’ll like it.” Kun teased, once again speeding up. “F-fuck!” he groaned, releasing into Sicheng’s fucked-out mouth.

Sicheng did his best to swallow as it entered his mouth, not wanting to make Kun madder. Kun rode out his high with softer thrusts into Sicheng’s mouth. He fully pulled out only to grab Sicheng’s hair to force him to look into his eyes. “How did my cum taste, dirty whore?”

Sicheng swallowed before responding, “Delicious, Kun.”

Kun lightly slapped Sicheng’s cheek with his free hand, “Dirty whores like you don’t get to use my name,” he demanded, his domination not nearly over, despite the degrading act that had just taken place.

“Delicious, Sir,” he corrected.

Kun smirked and released his hair. “Go into the bedroom, I’ll be there in a minute. Undress but don’t touch yourself. Brats don’t get to touch themselves.” Sicheng nodded before standing up from his kneeling position and quickly escaping into your shared bedroom.

You’re eyes following Sicheng until he was out of view. You moved your attention to Kun only to see him walking towards you, his eyes dark with lust and his smirk never faltering. “Hey baby,” he said softly, a complete 180 from the tone that was used just seconds before. He kissed you deeply, releasing a quiet gasp from you. “Would you like to join me in the bedroom?” his voice quiet, likely to keep from Sicheng overhearing your conversation. “I need some help in teaching Sicheng a lesson.”

“Y-yeah,” You barely whispered, already so turned on without knowing any of his plans. Dominant Kun, although rare, always turned you on so much. The scene that had just happened didn’t help you either.

He kissed your cheek gently, “I need to set some things up quickly, but I’ll come to get you when I’m ready.” You nodded, obediently following his lead. He smiled sweetly at you before heading to the dining room and grabbing a chair and going into the bedroom. 

You heard some muffled talking from the bedroom between your two boyfriends and after waiting a few minutes, Kun returned, fully naked. 

“Are you ready, baby girl?” You nodded quickly, standing up before his lips were back on yours. “Jump,” he whispered, breaking the kiss. You jumped up, wrapping your legs around his waist as his hands caught your ass. Without wasting any more time, he carried you into the bedroom, sloppily kissing your neck, occasionally biting at the sensitive skin. He set you on the bed before peeling off your top and removing your bra.

From the other side of the room, you heard a muffled groan. Your head turned at the sound only to discover what Kun’s real plan was. Sicheng sat on the dining room chair, completely naked and his hands tied behind his back and his legs tied to the chair. He had an unfamiliar ball gag in his mouth, which was muffling his moaning and groaning. One of them must have bought it recently and finally got the chance to use it. His dick impossibly hard and bright red even from where you were sitting.

Kun chuckled against your ear. “I’m gonna make love to you right in front of him. He won’t even be able to touch himself. So be a good girl and put on a show for him,” you could hear his smirk in his voice. You nodded, feeling yourself getting wetter. None of you had ever done anything like this before and the whole thing made all of you so horny and Kun’s dominance more intense.

Kun kissed down your neck to your chest and breasts. He played with one nipple while he sucked on the other. His free hand traveled further down and slipped into your underwear. He rubbed your clit teasingly, groaning deeply, “You’re so wet for me, baby,” Kun said loudly enough for Sicheng to hear. He switched to sucking the other nipple. You let a few soft moans escape, leading Kun to whisper, “Speak up, let Sicheng hear how good I make you feel.”

You obeyed, not wanting to face the same punishment as Sicheng. “Kun, please fuck me,” you moaned, feeling Kun’s smug smile against your skin.

“Anything for my baby girl,” Kun removed your panties and shorts quickly. Sicheng could be heard groaning and trying to move to no avail. Kun lay on the bed, his head closest to Sicheng. “Ride me, Y/N.” He said. You immediately responded, straddling him and lining yourself up with his once again hard cock. You sat down, moaning from the full feeling. You paused for a few seconds to get used to his dick before you began bouncing on his dick. 

You couldn’t help but keep your eyes on Sicheng, watching him try to free himself from the bondage and his hips jerk up to get any form of friction. Kun’s hands grabbed your hips, helping to lead you. “Oh, Kun... fuck you make me feel so good!” You vocalized, grinding down harder. Kun’s hand once again found your clit and began rubbing it, eliciting more moans from you. Your hands went to your own tits, playing with your nipples and causing a loud moan from Sicheng’s whose eyes hadn’t left your body since you got entered the room.  “I’m gonna-” you started.

“Cum for me baby girl,” Kun interrupted. Within seconds you let yourself reach your climax, riding it out on Kun’s hard cock with both boyfriends’ eyes on you.

Kun moaned as you clenched down on him. As you came down from your high, you slowed down your grinding, bending over and kissing Kun passionately.

Kun’s hands returned to your hips, helping you off his dick. He got up himself, kneeling behind you on all fours. He lightly spanked you a couple of times before rubbing his dick from your clit to your hole and back a few times, teasing your sensitive cunt. You groaned, prompting him to plunge himself into you, only pausing once he bottomed-out in you. He began thrusting himself into you, not unlike he’d done to Sicheng earlier. He kept a pretty steady pace, only speeding up every minute or so. 

You both had let out moans and groans, further teasing your tied-up boyfriend, which you both were now facing. You watched Sicheng’s dick again as he continued to find any form of friction. You’d even seen it twitch a few times as he watched you getting fucked by your shared boyfriend. You loved seeing Sicheng so helpless, you couldn’t help but moan out Kun’s name to continue teasing him.

“Fuck Y/N, you feel so good,” Kun vocalized with a growly moan. You felt yourself reaching your own high quickly.

“Kun, I’m close.”

“I know, baby, me too.” 

He picked up the pace and reached down to play with your clit one more time, helping you reach your high. “Kun!” You moaned loudly as you came again. As you clenched around him again, Kun climaxed, cum filling you up. He rode out both of your highs before pulling out of you slowly. His cum slowly dripping from your pussy. You lay down on your stomach, feeling your entire body weaken. Kun kissed the top of your head.

“You did great, baby girl.” You hummed in response. “I’ll clean you up after I take care of the brat,” he promises while heading over to Sicheng. You couldn’t help but watch the scene in front of you, wondering what Kun had planned for Sicheng now.

Kun smirked as he removed the ball gag from Sicheng’s mouth, watching as strings of saliva were stretched as he pulled it away, setting it on a nearby surface. 

Sicheng, finally free from the gag, started begging. “Please, Sir let me cum. Please. It hurts.”

Kun chuckled in response, one hand teasingly moving up a thigh. “I don’t know. I don’t think you’ve learned your lesson yet.” Sicheng let out a loud groan while throwing his head back. Continuing with his teasing, Kun’s thumb softly ran over the head of his boyfriend’s bright red cock, earning an even louder moan.

“Please, Sir. I’ve learned my lesson.” He pleaded, trying his best to look Kun in the eyes.

Kun shook his head and lightly wrapped his hand around his cock. “What did you learn slut?” Sicheng could barely breathe or focus on anything except for the lightest touch after the hour of teasing. “Answer me,” Kun demanded sternly, squeezing his dick tightly.

“F-fuck,” he mumbled. “I’m a brat and a slut- fuck please-” his words cut off by his own moaning and grunting.

Kun completely removed his hand from Sicheng only to grab his chin and force him to look directly at him. “Don’t make me wait.” Kun’s normally sweet voice completely gone as his voice turned into a deep, guttural growl.

“I’m a brat and I need to watch my mouth, Sir.” He barely got out before Kun’s hand returned to his throbbing, twitching dick.

“Are you going to insult me again?”

“No- No, Sir.” Kun’s hand sped up, giving Sicheng the long-awaited friction and attention he’d craved. “Can I cum, Sir? Can I please cum, Sir?” he pleaded again.

“Cum for me dirty whore,” Kun commanded, watching Sicheng’s face carefully. Once he reached his climax, Kun removed his hand suddenly, ruining his orgasm. Sicheng nearly screamed as he moaned, his hips bucking to find any friction. His cum landing on his stomach, thighs and the chair beneath him.

Kun chuckled, watching him frustratingly come undone before him. Once he began catching his breath, Kun started to untie Sicheng from the chair. Sicheng could barely move, his body sore and still trying to recover from the past hour. Kun’s regular sweet self immediately returned, “Are you alright, Sicheng?” He smoothed out his now messy hair.

“Y-yeah,” he barely mumbled out. Kun picked up Sicheng and carefully placed him on the bed beside you. You cuddled up to Sicheng quickly, hearing his still racing heartbeat as you lay your head on his chest.

“I’ll be right back,” Kun promised before heading to the bathroom. You held one of Sicheng’s hands in your own, kissing the marks from the rope on his wrist. Kun returned with a couple of towels, some wet and some dry. He began to clean both of you up, removing the dripping cum from your sensitive pussy and the cum on Sicheng’s stomach and thighs. He was gentle, trying not to hurt either of you in the process, almost treating you like fragile glass. “You both did great, thank you,” He placed multiple kisses to both of your heads. “Are you both doing okay? Anything you need from me?”  

You smiled and mumbled a quick ‘no thanks.’

Sicheng’s hoarse voice was barely audible as he responded, “Thanks, babe.”

Kun smiled softly, covering you both in a soft blanket, “I’m gonna do a quick clean up and make some food. You two sleep. You deserve it. I love you both.” He said, planting soft, sweet kisses to each of your lips.

You and Sicheng mumbled at the same time, “Love you too.” Kun continued to smile before turning and leaving the room after grabbing the dining chair from the corner.