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Your phone buzzed in your hand.

soobie :) car’s there

You looked from the message to the car, then back again.

you soobin

His reply came almost instantly.

soobie :) yes?

you what did i say about dramatic or insane

Three dots appeared. Disappeared. Appeared again.

soobie :) it’s just a car there’s no show i promise

You paused.

you why would you say that unprompted

soobie :) because i know you're thinking it

Despite yourself, you smiled. That was the annoying part. You were trying very hard to be normal about this. You had spent the last hour getting ready with the kind of nervous focus that made everything feel more serious than it needed to be. You changed your outfit twice. Then changed back into the first one. Then stood in front of the mirror wondering if you looked like you were trying too hard, only to realize you were literally going on a date with a man who had already admitted to planning something private because he wanted to do it right.

So maybe trying was allowed. Still, you weren’t going to give him the satisfaction of knowing that.

you if i pull up somewhere with cameras i’m leaving

soobie :) no cameras

you if there are staff members clapping i’m leaving

soobie :) no clapping

you if you rented out an entire restaurant i’m leaving

This time, his response took longer.

soobie :) please just get in the car

You stared at the message. Then at the car. Then your eyes went back to the message.

“Oh, he’s guilty,” you muttered to yourself.

You grabbed your bag anyway and made it out of your apartment. The driver was polite, opening the door for you without making a big production of it. The inside of the car smelled faintly expensive, like leather and something clean you couldn’t place. You settled into the backseat and tried not to look like someone who was deeply, embarrassingly curious.

The drive wasn’t long. Which made your curiosity return back to your original suspicion. You watched familiar streets pass by, your brows slowly pulling together as the car turned into a neighborhood you recognized too well.  

No…there was no way.

The car slowed in front of Soobin’s house. For a second, you just sat there. Then you looked down at your phone.

you soobin

The front door opened before he answered. He stepped outside wearing a white button-up with the sleeves rolled to his forearms, hair soft around his face, expression caught somewhere between nervous and proud. The second he saw you through the window, his smile broke through before he could stop it.

You hated how much that smile worked on you.

The driver opened your door, and you stepped out slowly, still looking around like there had to be some hidden trick.

“So,” you said, turning to him. “Your big date plan was making me come to your house?”

Soobin’s smile faltered immediately. “No—well, yes, but not like—” He stopped, inhaled, then tried again. “It’s not just my house.”

You lifted a brow.

“That sounded worse,” he said.

“A little,” you agreed.

“I can explain.”

“You have thirty seconds.” You teased. Even though you both knew you would stay no matter how long he took to explain.

He nodded quickly, then stepped aside and gestured toward the side gate instead of the front door. “Just come see first. And if you hate it, we can leave. Or order takeout. Or I can pretend this never happened.”

“You’re spiraling.”

“I’m not,” he said, then paused. “Okay, maybe a little.”

That made you soften before you meant to. Soobin noticed. Of course he did, but he didn’t reach for you. Didn’t crowd you. He just waited, giving you the choice.

So you walked toward him. “Fine,” you said. “Show me.”

His shoulders relaxed. “Okay,” he said quietly. “Come on.”

He led you through the side gate, and the second you stepped into the backyard, your teasing disappeared. It didn’t look like his house anymore. Granted you were only here once before but you could still see the difference. The patio had been transformed with warm string lights hanging overhead, soft and golden against the evening sky. A small table sat near the garden, dressed simply with candles, flowers, and two place settings. Nothing too grand. Nothing screaming for attention. Just thoughtful and carefully planned out.

There was music playing low from somewhere, barely loud enough to recognize. A private chef stood near an outdoor setup, focused on plating something while pretending very hard not to notice either of you.

No cameras. No crowd. No performance.

Just his curated plan and him. Just like he had promised.

You looked at Soobin. He was watching your face intently as if your reaction mattered more than anything else in the world.

“I know you said no big scene,” he said softly. “So I tried not to make one.”

Your chest tightened. “Soobin…”

“I wanted it to feel like somewhere else,” he continued, quieter now. “But still private. Somewhere you didn’t have to worry about people watching us or someone recognizing me or making it weird.” He swallowed. “And I wanted to do something nice. Not because I’m trying to prove anything. Just because you deserve nice things.”

For once, you didn’t know what to say right away.

He shifted on his feet, nervous again. “Is this okay?”

You looked back at the lights, the table, the private chef working away off to the side. The care tucked into every detail. Then you looked at him. “Yeah,” you said, voice softer than you expected. “It’s okay.”

His smile came slowly this time, relieved and shy.“Good,” he said.

You tried to roll your eyes, but it didn’t quite work.“You’re still insane for sending a car.”

“It was a normal car.”

“It was a suspicious car.” You waved your finger as you teased.

“I’ll take that feedback.”

“You better.”

“I will,” he promised.

And the strange thing was, you believed him. He led you toward the table, but he didn’t pull out your chair immediately. Instead, he stopped a few feet away like he wanted to give you a second to look around without him hovering over your reaction.

That was the part that got you. Not the lights. Not the flowers. Not the private chef pretending not to exist near the outdoor setup.

It was the restraint.

The old Soobin would have wanted your reaction right away. He would have watched your face too closely, needing every flicker of approval, every softened breath, every sign that he had done enough.

This Soobin still wanted it. You could see that much, but he wasn’t reaching for it greedily with both hands. 

“You’re staring,” he said, voice quieter now.

You blinked, realizing you had been looking at him instead of the setup.

“So are you.”

His mouth twitched. “I’m allowed. You’re my date.”

The word date landed between you, warm and terrifying.

Your stomach dipped. Soobin seemed to catch it because his smile softened into something less teasing. “Too much?”

You shook your head. “No.”

“Okay.”

He didn’t ask again. Didn’t make you prove it. He just nodded once and finally stepped forward to pull out your chair. You sat down slowly, smoothing your hands over your lap while he moved around to the other side of the table. For a second, you watched him instead of the candles. The way he adjusted his sleeves. The way he glanced at the chef, then at you, then down at his own place setting like he was trying to remember how normal people behaved on dates.

It made you smile.

“What?” he asked.

“Nothing.”

“That was not a nothing smile.” He raised an eyebrow.

“It was.”

“It was mean.” He pushed out his bottom lip in a pout.

“It was fond.”

His expression changed at that. You regretted the word almost immediately. Not because it wasn’t true, but because it was. Because fond felt dangerously close to admitting how much of you had already softened before the night even began.

Soobin didn’t tease you for it. He only looked down, smiling to himself like he was trying to keep the moment somewhere safe.

“Fond is good,” he said quietly.

You looked away first, pretending to study the table. “Don’t get used to it.”

“I won’t,” he said.

But his smile said he absolutely would.

The private chef introduced the first course with a polite smile, explaining something about roasted vegetables and a sauce you immediately forgot the name of because Soobin was still looking at you like he was waiting for permission to breathe.

You waited until the chef stepped away before narrowing your eyes at him. “You can relax now.”

“I am relaxed.”

“You look like you’re waiting for me to grade you.” You let your expression relax as you watched him.

His mouth opened, then closed.

You pointed your fork at him. “See?”

Soobin laughed under his breath, glancing down at his plate. “I just want you to have a good time.”

“I am having a good time.”

“Already?”

“Yes, already.” You smiled softly.

“That fast?”

“You’re fishing.”

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

He smiled and the tension in his shoulders finally eased a little.

Dinner was easy, that surprised you most. Not because being around Soobin was hard. It used to be easy in a different way. He was loud, reckless, magnetic. The kind of easy that made you forget to check where you were stepping until the ground disappeared beneath you. This version was quieter. He asked about your week and actually listened when you answered. He didn’t interrupt to make a joke when the conversation got too close to something real. He didn’t fill every silence like silence meant failure.

Sometimes, he just let the night sit between you. Warm lights, soft music, the soft clink of silverware. His knee brushing yours beneath the table once before he immediately pulled back, eyes flicking up to yours.

“Sorry.”

You shook your head. “You’re fine.”

He nodded, but he still didn’t move closer again. That was different, not new like your original thoughts tried to tell you. You were starting to understand the distinction. By the time the second course came, you had stopped waiting for the catch.

Soobin noticed that too. “You’re less suspicious now,” he said.

You took a sip of water to hide your smile. “Don’t get cocky.”

“I wouldn’t dare.”

“You absolutely would.”

“Maybe before.” The words landed softly but they still felt loaded.

You looked up. Soobin’s gaze dropped to his plate for a second, like he hadn’t meant to say it that plainly. Then he exhaled, fingers brushing the stem of his glass without lifting it.

“Sorry,” he said. “I didn’t mean to make it weird.”

“You didn’t.”

He looked at you then as you held his gaze. “You can say things like that.”

His expression shifted, careful but open. “I’m trying not to overdo it,” he admitted. “The whole… talking about myself thing.”

“That’s not what I meant when I said I didn’t want to carry everything for you.”

“I know.” His answer came quick. Then he paused, like he realized that too, and tried again. “I’m starting to know,” he corrected softly.

You set your fork down. Soobin watched the movement, but he didn’t panic. Didn’t rush to explain himself before you could react. He just waited. That alone made your chest ache a little.

“I used to think being honest with you meant telling you everything,” he said. “Every bad thought. Every insecurity. Every time I felt like I was falling apart.” His mouth pulled into something that wasn’t quite a smile. “And I told myself that was trust.”

You stayed quiet, not because you had nothing to say. You just knew he wasn't finished.

He exhaled a moment before he continued. “But sometimes I think I was just handing it to you because I didn’t know what else to do with it,” he continued. “Like if I gave it to you, then maybe it wouldn’t be mine anymore.”

Your throat tightened. “Soobin…”

“I know that wasn’t fair,” he said, voice gentle but steady. “And I’m not saying that so you’ll tell me it was okay. I know it wasn’t.”

That stopped you. There had been a time where he would have said it and waited for comfort. Waited for you to soften the guilt for him. Waited for you to tell him he hadn’t hurt you as badly as he thought. He wasn’t doing that now. He was just telling the truth and letting it stay there. Not covering up for himself with excuses.

You looked down at your hands for a second, trying to gather yourself. “I wanted to be there for you,” you said quietly. “I still do.”

“I know.”

“But I didn’t want to feel like if I stepped back, you’d fall apart.”

His jaw tightened, but he nodded. “I know,” he repeated, voice soft.

“I didn’t want to be the only thing keeping you okay.”

“You shouldn’t have been.” The answer came so simply that it hurt more than if he had made excuses.

Soobin looked at you with something raw in his face. Not desperate or pleading, just honest. “I’m sorry I made you feel like that.”

You breathed in slowly. “I know you are.”

His fingers flexed on the table, close to yours but not touching. “I’m getting help with that,” he said after a moment. “Not just saying I will. I’m actually doing it.”

Your eyes lifted to his. He looked nervous, but not ashamed.

“I’ve been talking to someone, you know that.” he continued. “And I’ve been trying to talk to the guys too. Not about you,” he added quickly. “I mean, not in a weird way. Just… letting them know when I’m not okay instead of waiting until I’m impossible to be around.”

He looked down, smiling faintly. “I don’t want you to be my emergency contact for every feeling I don’t know how to handle.”

Something in you went still.

Soobin glanced up again. “I want you to be my person,” he said. “But not my only person.”

For a second, all you could do was stare at him. Because that was it. That was the difference you wanted him to see. Not that he didn’t need you or that he had suddenly become perfectly healed, easy and uncomplicated. You just needed him to see that he wasn’t asking you to disappear inside the need anymore. You reached across the table before you could overthink it. His eyes flicked down as your hand covered his.

He didn’t grab on. He didn’t cling. He just turned his palm up slowly, giving you every chance to pull away. You didn’t. His fingers curled gently around yours.

“I like being there for you,” you said.

His thumb brushed once over your knuckles. “I like when you are,” he admitted.

“But I need to know you can stand even when I’m not holding you up.”

He nodded, eyes shining a little in the candlelight. “I can,” he said. Then, quieter, “I’m learning how to.”

You believed that too. Maybe not blindly or without fear, but enough. Enough to sit across from him under warm lights in the backyard he had turned into somewhere softer. Enough to let his hand hold yours without feeling trapped by it. Enough to think, for the first time in a long time, that maybe safe didn’t have to mean untouched by hurt.

Maybe safe could be this. Someone who had hurt you while learning how to not do that. Someone who had needed too much learning on how to ask for less without loving you less. Someone sitting across from you, hand open, waiting.

Soobin looked at your joined hands, then back at you. “Is this okay?” he asked.

You squeezed his fingers. “Yeah,” you said softly. “This is okay.”

After dinner, the chef packed quietly and left through the side gate with a polite goodbye, taking the last bit of formality with him.

The backyard felt different once it was just the two of you. Quieter, more intimate. The candles were lower now, small flames flickering in the glass holders between empty plates and half-finished drinks. The music still played softly from the speakers, something soft enough that it almost blended into the night.

Soobin stood to clear the table.

You reached for your plate at the same time. “I can help.”

He gave you a look. “Absolutely not.”

“Soobin.”

“No.” He took the plate from your hand before you could argue. “You are on a date.”

“And you are?”

“Also on a date,” he said, carrying the dishes toward the outdoor kitchen. “But I’m trying to be impressive.”

“You already hired a chef.”

“I’m trying to be domestically impressive then.”

You laughed, and he glanced back at you like the sound had caught him off guard. It was subtle. The way his expression softened. The way he looked down right after, as if he didn’t want to get caught wanting too much from something as simple as your laugh.

But you saw it.

You were starting to see him more clearly now that he wasn’t constantly demanding to be seen. When he came back, his hands were empty, but his nerves had returned.

You tilted your head. “What?”

“Nothing.”

“You look suspicious again.” Your eyes narrowed.

“I’m not suspicious.”

“You are extremely suspicious.” You retorted.

He exhaled a laugh, then looked toward the open space beside the table where the lights hung low and golden. “I was going to ask something, but now I feel like you’re going to make fun of me.”

“I’m definitely going to make fun of you.” You teased.

“Great.”

“But you should ask anyway.” Your tone was still light but more serious now.

Soobin looked at you for a moment. Then he held out his hand. “Dance with me?”

Your heart did something stupid in your chest.

It wasn’t a big gesture. No sweeping music change. No sudden spotlight. Just Soobin standing in front of you under string lights, hand extended, asking instead of taking.

You looked at his hand. Then at him. “You planned this too?”

His mouth twitched. “No.”

“Liar.”

“I planned the dinner,” he admitted. “I hoped for this.”

Your chest tightened, but you didn’t run from it. You placed your hand in his. His fingers closed around yours carefully, like he still couldn’t quite believe you had given him permission. He guided you away from the table, slow enough that you could change your mind at any second.

The music wrapped around the two of you as he turned to face you. For a second, neither of you knew where to put your hands. That made you smile, and Soobin huffed out a nervous laugh.

“Don’t laugh.” You gave him a serious look.

“I’m not.” He defended.

“You are.”

“I’m trying to be romantic.” He defended quickly.

“You’re doing okay.” You shrugged, still teasing him.

“Okay?” he repeated, feigning offense.. “Just okay?”

You stepped closer, your hand settling on his shoulder. “Don’t ruin it.”

His teasing faded into something softer.

“I won’t.”

His free hand found your waist, light at first. Barely there. His palm settled over the fabric of your dress like he was afraid of pressing too hard, fingertips barely curving into the soft material. The touch was careful, but it still sent warmth through you, slow and distracting.

You saw the moment he noticed it too. Noticed the way your breath caught. The way your hand tightened on his shoulder. The way you didn’t move away.

His thumb shifted once, almost unconsciously, brushing over the seam at your waist. His eyes flicked down for half a second, then back up to yours, darker than they had been before.

“Sorry,” he murmured.

“You keep apologizing.”

“I keep wanting to touch you more than I should.”

The honesty of it stole whatever teasing response you had ready. For a second, neither of you moved. Then you stepped closer, just enough for his hand to fit more securely against you.

“You’re allowed to want me,” you said softly. “I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

Soobin’s breath caught again and this time, he didn’t apologize. 

For a while, you only moved together. Slowly. Awkwardly at first, then easier. His thumb brushed once against your waist, and your fingers tightened at his shoulder. His eyes flicked down to your mouth before returning to your face so quickly you might have missed it if you hadn’t been watching him just as closely.

“Soobin,” you said softly.

“Yeah?”

“You’re thinking too loud.”

A faint smile touched his mouth. “Sorry.”

“What are you thinking?”

He swallowed. “That I really want to kiss you.”

Everything went still. The music. The lights. The night around you. Or maybe that was just your mind playing tricks.

His hand stayed at your waist, but he didn’t pull you closer. His eyes searched yours, open and careful and painfully restrained.

“But I don’t want to assume,” he said. “And I don’t want to make you feel like you have to because this is going well.”

Your throat tightened.

This was what undid you. Not the dinner. Not the lights. Not the car or the chef or the effort he had folded into every detail of the night.

It was this. It was Soobin wanting you and still leaving room for your answer. You looked at him, at the nervous hope he was trying so hard not to turn into pressure, and something inside you finally gave.

“You can kiss me,” you said.

His expression changed. Not into triumph, it wasn't really relief either. But it was something softer. “Yeah?”

You nodded. “Yeah.”

He leaned in slowly. So slowly it almost hurt. Your eyes fluttered shut just before his mouth touched yours.

The kiss was gentle at first. Almost feeling like a question pressed against your lips. Then your hand slid from his shoulder to the back of his neck, and Soobin made the quietest sound against your mouth, like the last of his restraint had cracked.

The kiss deepened. Not rushed or reckless yet. His arm wrapped more securely around your waist, pulling you closer only after you leaned into him first. Your fingers curled into the ends of his hair, and he kissed you like he had been waiting weeks to do it right. Like every apology, every boundary, every careful step back had led him here.

He knew not to take, not to demand, but to meet you where you were finally willing to stand. You felt it everywhere. In the warmth of his hand at your back. In the way his fingers spread over the soft fabric of your dress, not gripping, not taking, just holding like he was memorizing the shape of you through it. In the way he tilted his head to kiss you deeper and how he still paused, barely, giving you space to breathe.

You kissed him again instead, not wanting to accept the gap between you. The second kiss was less careful. Still gentle, still patient, but there was no pretending anymore. His hand slid a little farther around your waist, fingers flexing once against the material as your body leaned into his before your mind could argue. Soobin accepted the closeness with a quiet breath against your mouth.

He didn’t rush you. That somehow made it worse. Every pause felt intentional. Every brush of his thumb against your side felt like a question he knew how to ask properly now. Your hand moved from his neck so you could wrap your arms around his shoulders and he shivered beneath your touch, the reaction so immediate that your stomach tightened.

“You’re doing that on purpose,” he whispered against your lips.

“Doing what?”

“Making it hard to be good.” He mumbled against your lips.

Your mouth curved faintly. “I thought you were reformed.”

“I’m trying,” he said, voice low. “Very hard.”

The words hung between you, warm and dangerous. Yet he still didn’t take more than you gave him. He only held you there under the lights, hands at your waist like he was reminding himself that wanting you didn’t mean forgetting how to wait.

Soobin’s breath trembled when you pulled back just enough to look at him. His forehead rested against yours, eyes still closed, mouth parted like he was afraid speaking would break whatever fragile thing had just settled between you.

You smiled faintly. “You okay?”

He let out a breathless laugh. “No.”

Your brows lifted. His eyes opened, soft and dark and overwhelmed in the best way.

“But in a good way,” he said quickly.

You laughed, and his hand tightened gently at your waist.

“Don’t make fun of me,” he murmured.

“I’m not.”

“You are.”

“A little.”

His smile came slowly. Then his gaze dropped to your mouth again. This time, he didn’t ask with words. He asked by waiting and you answered by closing the distance yourself.

IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOUR STEP BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND MESSED YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT SUMMER. And, it has also been two weeks since that same step brother caught your just-got-fucked state after his best friend took your virginity. Between those days, you didn't hear anything from anyone. Not even to Beomgyu, who is the one who managed to bring you home after Soobin left you in that room with him.

Which is weird, considering what he just said after the door opened that day. But it is much weirder that you are still thinking about it until now.

Speaking of Soobin, he has been weirdly distancing himself from you. No more morning banters, or late night messages of “are you up?” before walking towards the nearest 24/7 store. Making you feel like you are at fault for hopping on his best friend's dick when clearly your sex life has nothing to do with him. It baffles you at most. Just like that one moment when your whole family is out for dinner and he asks his father to pass the salt when you are still using it.

You didn't know that he could be this petty. To the point that even your parents interrogate you if you have done something to your step brother for him to act like that. Of course, there is no way you could hand them a proper answer—not when you are also left with dozens of questions why he, out of all people, is ignoring you like he is allergic to your presence.

And of course, Beomgyu. The last thing you heard from him is when you overheard Soobin talking to his dad about the league he is playing on the TV. His father asked if he is playing with his friend who is a chatterbox, for which Soobin replied that he and that friend haven't been talking much these days.

Assuming that he is referring to Beomgyu, it made you more confused and left-out. You want to think that this must be the reason why he hasn't contacted you after that party incident. Because it is uncomfortable for him and Soobin that he is dicking you down when you are his step sibling. But then again, it will all come down to what Soobin had said the moment he saw you and Beomgyu sharing a bed together, with hints of sex clinging in the air.

You couldn't wait for me?

It doesn't make sense. His attitude now compared from the way he treated you before doesn't align and it is driving you nuts. Whatever’s going between you and Beomgyu doesn't help either. Hell, even your girly crush on him puts you in a deep state of doubt.

Was it all a one-time thing to him? Does he go into an after sex clarity after you two got caught by his best friend that happens to be your older step brother? It spirals your mind out of control.

Another problem is, being stuck in one place with Soobin makes you feel like you are in a prison. Your parents even feel like they are walking on eggshells whenever you two are around. So, in order to straighten things out, the best solution that they could think of is going on a family retreat.

Which is why you are now under the morning sunlight, arms crossed in your chest as you watch your step father load all the things and baggage in the trunk. You were the one helping him ever since Soobin was nowhere to be found after he was tasked to buy some chips and soda to serve as snacks in the cabin.

Your mom even asked you to text the guy since you are scheduled to leave an hour from now. For which you did, breaking your no-contact streak with him after two weeks. You could never say no to your mother—that is why this whole fiasco started anyway. Still, it would break her heart if their efforts on reconciling their children go to waste.

06:30 | Aa Soobin

mom is looking for you.

get back home.

don’t ruin this for them.

read.

That was twenty-five minutes ago. And until now, your hell-of-a-kind step brother is still missing in action. Your step father just finished packing up, now starting the car while your mother is still trying to reach Soobin. She just hit another dead end when you saw two familiar figures walking towards your garage.

It was step brother, and beside him is a person that you could loathe from afar—Beomgyu, with a stuffed bag pack hanging on his shoulder.

“Oh Soobin, thank heavens!” Your mom exclaimed, walking towards the two men who took turns in giving her a warm hug. “Sorry I took some time, I wanted to bring Gyu along with us.” He announced, not even giving you a single glance like your opinion about the matter is not important.

“Well, I hope you all don't mind. Soobin said that it is an outdoor retreat,” Beomgyu's deep, raspy voice felt unfamiliar yet eerily satisfying to your ears. It might be hard to admit, but his effects on your body haven't moderated, not even one bit. “You all know that’s my speciality.” He grinned, finding it easy to get along with your parents.

You unconsciously roll your eyes, impatiently tapping your fingers in your arms as you watch them share some giggles and adore Beomgyu's chitchats while you all soak in the sun’s early heatwave. It is obvious that they do not mind, they wholly consider that guy as their second son. Finally remembering her daughter, your mom turned to you, her hands still resting on Beomgyu's shoulder.

“You ready to go, dear?” Your mom gently asked, sweetly smiling as she helped Beomgyu put his bag into the trunk. “Sure,” You sounded too airy, clearing your throat after realizing that your voice got wobbly. “I mean, sure. Let's go.”

Silently repenting for being too affected by his presence, you quickly went to grab the car's handle but Soobin suddenly went to the other side. There he goes again. He was really testing your sanity, and you could tell that it was all on purpose. That man knew how much you loved the window seat. And now, you have to talk to the guy you want to thoroughly ignore just to make sure that you would secure the other side.

Which you failed to do so, not when your mom already gestured to you to make space so Beomgyu could enter. Leaving you stuck in between these two men who really sit like you doesn't exist in their perspective.

“All good to go?” Your step father asked, and Beomgyu gave an exaggerated thumbs up. Squirming at your position, you could not help but subtly glare at the guy on your left.

This retreat will surely not end on a good note.

THE RIDE TO YOUR PARENT’S CABIN WAS SUSPICIOUSLY QUIET. Your mom was napping in the front seat, while your step father was listening to the morning radio as he drove calmly. Soobin, who was sitting on your right, also had his eyes closed. Head closely tipping into your shoulder the moment he dozed off.

The peaceful ambiance inside the car also made you dozy, but you couldn't possibly stay still when Beomgyu's fingers kept on brushing on your thigh. He was on his wired earphones, listening to God knows what with his eyes glued in the scenery outside. Yet, it doesn't change the fact that his fingertips glaze on your skin ever since your mom and Soobin went unconscious, giving you goosebumps every single time.

As much as you want to ignore it, your eyes flew in shock when his warm palm fully rested itself on your flesh. Your head instantly swaying to check if Soobin was awake on your other side before you squint your eyes at Beomgyu. The beat of your heart ran fast, thighs instinctively closing themselves shut as you tried to remove his hand on it. Yet, he remained persistent, even grasping on it tighter.

If you were confused before the ride started, you are now deeply and intently mystified. Because why is he touching you under no permission when he clearly disregarded your overall being for the whole two weeks.

Running out of patience, you gently tugged his earphones to catch his attention. “What are you doing?” Beomgyu faced you with a smirk on his lips, casually removing the earphones he was wearing to solely focus on you. “Yes? You are cold?” Your brows creased at his random response, caught off guard with how tender his voice is.

“What? No—”

“It’s okay, you could borrow my jacket.”

A wrinkle formed in your forehead at his out of context replies, watching him take off his jacket while you are still comprehending his words. You knew he was teasing you, pissing you off even. This is one of the oldest tricks he has that you have learned by watching him from afar.

But the question is why? Why is he doing this when he disappeared in your lives for two weeks after that thing happened in the party? Is he really trying to drive you crazy?

Soon, you found his jacket on your lap, covering your lower body that left you utterly puzzled. Cautiously, you observe your surroundings if anyone has seen your whole interaction with Beomgyu but they are still in their previous positions. With Soobin now leaning too closely to rest his head on your shoulder.

Being in a limited space, you decided that you would just confront Beomgyu later on to avoid any drama before the retreat even starts. However, the man on your left can't really keep his hands on himself. Once again feeling his palm roam into your thigh under his jacket.

For then you realized what those replies meant. He is being a sneaky motherfucker.

“Gyu,” You tried to warn him, minimizing your voice as you knew that your step father can still hear your banters. Your hands also crept under the jacket, trying to unlatch his palm into your flesh but his hold on your thigh was way too firm.

“Stop moving,” His low whisper tingles your nerves, anxiety starting to swarm in your chest as you try to maintain calm. “You don't want them to notice us, right?” He then uttered, fingers slowly creeping up your inner thighs. You were about to move away from him when Soobin's sleeping head finally landed on your shoulder, locking you on that spot.

The position the three of you have in the backseat leaves you in deep contradiction. It is not that you didn't miss Beomgyu's touch, or his presence in total. Because even if you deny it or claim that you despise his sudden self-insert in your retreat, you have missed this—him, so much. But, you are also aware that this is not the appropriate place for his needs. Not when you two could be exposed with one harsh break and you have his best friend sleeping directly on your shoulder.

Still, you tried to remove his tempting touch on your body. But before you could even move, his fingers have already found their way to your covered cunt, turning your mind completely blank. You flinched at the contact, immediately checking Soobin to see if his sleep got disturbed at your sudden action. Your lips are in a thin line, compressing the soft sounds trying to escape you as Beomgyu continues to rub his finger on the soft fabrics of your shorts.

You cannot think straight, mind intently focused on your panties are getting damped with how his fingers played with your pussy. The hands that were trying to stop him were now gripping his wrist, nails digging into his skin for support. Beomgyu smugly turned his eyes back on the window, his index finger swiftly swaying enough fabrics of your shorts alongside your panties just to rub your pussy bare.

A soft gasp left you when you felt his rough fingertips glazed into your wet clit, lips trembling when you felt him toyed with your sticky slick. Your eyes went tightly shut when Beomgyu scattered your essence in your pussy lips, hips gradually rocking to meet his every thrust. It almost made the jacket that is covering your lap to slip out, and to your luck, you were still able to catch its hem.

Beomgyu looked at you in panic, yet it doesn't take long when a cunning smile is plastered on his lips. “Careful,” He mumbled in your ear, a finger now poking your aching hole. “They might finally see how dirty you are, sunshine.” His words added more burning sensation into your core, breathing going unstable at the delicate movement of his fingers around your entrance.

Your mind went hazy when you heard the same nickname he gave you before, pussy clenching into nothing. You tugged your lips hard when you felt one of his fingers enter your walls, back arching within the seat. Clutching his jacket tighter, you tried to fight every urge to let any whine escape your throat. Gritting your teeth, you gave Beomgyu a solemn look as a silent plea—but even yourself is not sure if you want him to move his finger away or to beg him to go faster.

“Shit, Gyu…” You breathlessly whispered, feeling your cunt leaking juices into the leather seat at every jerk of his finger. He just gave you a smirk, his finger wiggling inside your walls that made you abruptly moan. In shock, you coughed loudly as a cover up, sweats now gliding on your forehead.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, you had a short eye contact with your step father before he brought his eyes back on the road. “You good with the temperature, kid?” He casually asked, however small whines kept erupting from your throat, especially now that Beomgyu added another finger inside your aching pussy. “Uhm-hmm!” You gave him a quick nod, gulping when you subtly hear a soft squelch from your wetness.

“Not too cold? How ‘bout you, Beomguy?” The older man fixed his mirror before he gave Beomgyu a brief glance. “Never better, sir!” Beomgyu cheerfully replied, both fingers curling deep inside your walls—leaving you restless on your seat with half of your brain barely remembering that you could wake up your step brother who is sleeping soundly on the other side.

Your hips began to chase his fingers, with one of your palms instinctively flying to cover your face. Forcing your head down, you held onto the jacket harder, chest heaving with Beomgyu’s slow and torturing thrust. You are silently cursing him in your mind, because how can he have a decent conversation with your step father while his fingers are deeply seated in your walls like it is nothing?

“Speaking of cold, we’ll stop over in a bit, we need to buy some ice.”

“It would be my pleasure to help, given that I just invited myself here!”

“That's what I love to hear,” The low chuckles of your step dad filled the car, with Beomgyu laughing with him. You could hardly bear the heavy weight hanging on your abdomen, but there is no way you would cum on the backseat and let your essence fill the room's atmosphere.

You tried to conceal every whine to a short cough, but you suddenly choked when his finger hit that spongy spot in your walls. A loud squeal came from you, loud enough for your step father to hit the breaks and for Beomgyu to panic and retreat his fingers. Soobin suddenly sat straight up as his eyes fluttered open, utterly shocked at your shriek.

“Are you okay?” Beomgyu slurry asked, playing it cool while he discreetly wipes his finger into his handkerchief. You glared at him, sighing as you adjusted your position in the backseat. The uncomfortable mess between your thighs made you wince, internally praying that none of them notice anything.

“Yeah, kid. What was that?” Your step father butted in, turning his head to check the situation. The worst part is, you could feel Soobin’s burning looks at your side. So, you pulled Beomgyu’s jacket on your lap to hide any signs of the indecency you were doing while he was asleep.

“Nothing,” Your tone grew small, still unable to gather your breath, “I hit my toe in mom’s seat.”

The man in front huffed as he laughed at your excuse. You felt sorry for lying to your step father, but there is no better excuse for what really happened. Timidly fixing the hem of your shorts under the jacket before giving Beomgyu a short glance, only to see that he was already watching your every move with a cunning smile on his face.

He is really making it hard for you to forget who he is to you.

FLUSHED CHEEKS, SWOLLEN LIPS, AND AN AWARD-WORTHY SWEATING FACE. That is how you looked in front of the mirror. You just finished cleaning up yourself, even shuddering at the sight of your soiled panties with what Beomgyu did to you. He offered his jacket before you went into the cranked-up bathroom of a gas station, which was indeed helpful to hide the big wet patch in the fabrics of your shorts.

Leaning into the sink, you mindlessly washed your hands, still in the moment of what happened in the backseat. This doesn’t answer why he—they choose to ignore you, if ever, it even made you more puzzled on what the hell is going on in their minds. Soobin is still not talking to you, but you have that gut feeling that he is aware of what happened. Beomgyu and his blabbermouth are the worst combinations of all time.

You took a shallow exhale before you opened the door, only to find the man in your thoughts waiting for you outside. Soobin was leaning on the wall, his attention swiftly going from his phone to your stunned figure. His eyes roamed into your body, scoffing to himself when he noticed you were still wearing Beomgyu’s jacket.

“What took you so long?” His tone is laced with annoyance, catching you off-guard. “Sorry?” You replied, not knowing how to act around him. This is the first time in two weeks that you two have interacted with talking included, of course you cannot just treat him with no indifference.

“They are in the convenience store,” Soobin chirped, lazily walking to your back. He placed his large palms on your shoulder, making you violently flinch from how strange it feels. You heard a soft hum behind you, before your step brother began to exert enough force to make you walk. “I was tasked to fetch you.”

The position you two are in probably look dumb, but you couldn't care less. What your mind focuses on is the fact that Soobin was once again acknowledging you, and actually touching you, too. And, you cannot deny that him controlling your body has altered some thoughts in your mind. More so, his hands on your shoulders brought electrifying feelings on your tensed body. Your heart is at rapid beat, shoving away those luscious ideas about last two weeks ago.

It was just Soobin, for Christ's sake.

Beomgyu was laughing with your parents when you two arrived, hands busy with the ice cooler that they probably bought. They were about to head out of the store, making you realize how much time you spent inside the bathroom. Soobin then stood beside you, getting their attention. Beomgyu’s brows creased when he saw you two standing side to side. Clearing his throat before he made a fake smile.

“So, where should I place this bigass cooler?” He spoke, with his eyes still on you and Soobin. Your mother giggled at his use of words, “That's the thing, the trunk is already full.” Her words were followed by silence, but then, the three of them suddenly turned to you. Clueless about what they are trying to imply, you raised both of your hands to surrender.

Your mother gave you a sweet smile, walking towards you before lowering down your arms. “Honey, you don't mind sitting on your brother's lap, right?” Your cheeks heat up at her question, instantly looking up to Soobin who looks completely unbothered about what is happening.

“Don't worry, we will arrive in thirty minutes,” Your step dad backed up, his arms wrapping around your mom’s waist. “We just need a place for the ice cooler.” He continued, which made you take a second look at the thing Beomgyu was carrying. It is indeed big—even wider than your frame.

“Well,” You tried to form an excuse, not wanting to turn this thing between you three more awkward than it is. “Can, I don't know, Beomgyu? Can Beomgyu sit on his best friend’s lap instead?"

Beomgyu obnoxiously chuckled at your suggestion, turning to your parents to offer his. “Or she can sit on my—”

His suggestion was cutted off when Soobin huffed beside you, scratching his brow in annoyance. “No one will hold the ice cooler during the ride,” He reasoned out, now staring at your embarrassed state like he is studying your reaction. “It won’t hurt a fly, come on.” Your head tilted in pure confusion, jaw dropping on the floor as you watched them head on the car one by one without seeking any further solution.

Your step brother left the door open on his side, waiting for you to enter after he assisted Beomgyu in placing the cooler between them. If you could turn the sighs you made this morning alone to cash, you probably earned enough to book a ticket far away from these two. With a grumpy face, you tentatively entered the vehicle, carefully placing yourself on Soobin's lap.

Goosebumps filled your body when you promptly felt his crotch on the plush of your ass, instinctively adjusting your position to sit on his thighs. You turned to make sure if he is still okay, but Soobin already had his eyes on the road. Then, your gaze catched Beomgyu, who was analyzing your position from head to toe with one arm wrapped around the container beside him. His eyes are dark and unreadable, even rolling back at his best friend before plugging back his earphones.

As much as you hate it, you return your attention to Soobin, “Are you comfortable?” You questioned, holding on the headrest of the seat in-front of you to maintain your balance. He replied with a short nod, his whole attention laid on the view outside. Thus, you were taken aback when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close.

“Soobin,” You called his name in shock, frail body melting into his warmth. In a beat, his heavy bulge brushed behind you, making you sit up straight. Truthfully, you are having a hard time squirming above him while he is firmly gripping your body. Soobin hummed as a response, one hand now resting on your thigh.

Your heart heaps abnormally at his small gesture, blinking at him as you continue to fidget on his lap, still unsatisfied with how you are placed between his legs. “Are you really comfortable?” He then shifts his attention to you, deadpanning as if you do not have the rights to question him of some sort. “You gained some weight, but it's alright.” You scoffed at his answer, causing a small tug of smile formed into his lips.

Harsh rebuttal hangs on your lips when the car goes into a hump, making you leap and abruptly drop your whole weight into the man below you. A loud groan came from him, his hold on your flesh getting tighter.

“The hell, dad?” He exclaimed, fixing your position above him to make sure it won't occur again. In this way, you are now perfectly seated on the shape of his length, which made your over-sensitive pussy throb. “Sorry, son. Didn't notice the bump,” The older man said, putting up his sunglasses to get a clear view of the road.

The way you could feel yourself getting riled up by sitting on your step brother's cock shot a straight pang of guilt into your chest. You knew that this must be viewed with no malice—you two are step siblings in the first place. Plus, he was just trying to help the whole family in this situation; nothing more, nothing less.

But still, it is getting impossible for you to just set aside those obscene ideas about Soobin, especially now that he has grown into someone that you could barely recognize. And, no matter how annoying he could be, Beomgyu was right about that day when you were looking for Soobin.

You indeed like your step brother that way.

Maybe that is why you have formed a deep attraction to Beomgyu ever since Soobin introduced him to your family. Because he is the closest available person that resembles what your heart and mind truly yearns for—your step brother.

Falling into deep thought, your body began to move on its own accords. You tugged your lips as you slowly grind your hips on his length, once again praying that no one pays attention to what you were doing. Deep inside of you knew that you shouldn't be doing this, but this might be the last time you could get this close to him.

Soobin shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before you felt his chest leaning on to your back. “Can you stay still?” He sternly whispered in your ear, making your pulse pace rapidly. You glanced at him, heedfully humping on his undeniably huge bulge. His grasp on your waist grew firmer, almost squishing your flesh as you could feel his cock pulsating below you.

“I am not doing anything,” You mumbled, voice barely above whisper to keep the conversation between you. He smirked at your weak defense, his hand on your thigh swiping upwards, separating them by force. “Really?” Your step brother taunts, leaving your whole system to shiver.

The man behind you even rested his chin on your shoulder, bringing his face closer to yours. “I can literally feel how wet you are in my shorts.” He gritted, earning a soft gasp from you as your walls clenched on air. You gave everyone a brief glance before you pressed your ass harder on his bulge.

It is too late to back out now, anyway.

You could feel how his throat grumbles on your shoulder, with his breaths getting heavier. Cautiously, you gave your hips a gentle twist, humping into his thick cock deliciously. Your grip into the seat tightens, lips parted at how his bulge continues to rub your aching pussy.

His hand helped in giving you pleasure, fingers now creeping inside Beomgyu's jacket just to reach your clothed pussy. A light chuckle came from him when he realized how wet your shorts and panties are, smugly looking at you while also checking the other people in the car.

After seeing they are still busy at their own businesses, he leaned in directly to your ear. “Is this what happens when you get ignored for two weeks, hm?” He sneered, one finger now brushing on your panties in up and down motion. “You turn into a slut who's eager for my attention?” The tone of his voice tickles something in your brain, making you mindlessly nod at his words.

Your ears are burning from anxiety while his finger swiftly torture your covered clit, putting you back on the situation you are in almost an hour ago. Him and his best friend—who was still hugging the cooler with his eyes closed—really do think alike. It's no wonder why they flock together.

“Bin—” Soft whimpers came from you when he began to draw small circles on your pussy, head throwing back on his shoulder as the pleasure became unbearable. “Shhh,” Soobin's eyes remained on the surroundings, while his hips also started to rock itself in your back. “Quiet, you do not want to ruin dad's daily radio session, right?” You were stunned at his reminder, swallowing down the delicate moans that kept rumbling on your throat.

The slow, circular movement became frantic, clumsy motions, pushing you into the edge of his lap. One hand even flew to cover your mouth, coughing loudly just to conceal those slip-up whimpers. You could feel the sweet build-up in your pent-up abdomen when the car went into a halt.

“We’re here!”

You momentarily sat up straight, the palm covering your mouth shooing Soobin's sneaky hand to compose yourself. After taking a deep exhale, you gave him a glance. His eyes are sharp and deep, evidently irritated at the interruption his father has made. Your sex thumped at the sight of him, unable to maintain eye contact with how intense his looks are.

Thus, your attention went to the other side—where you saw Beomgyu. Who was once again already staring at you. He was wearing his familiar smug face that you now start to hate, as it makes him look like he knew something he shouldn't and he is thriving because of it.

Baffled at what had happened in the span of two hours, all you could do is ponder on what awaits you in the following days.

“THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR DAD AND I WENT INTO A STARGAZING DATE.”

It has been an hour since you have arrived into the cabin. Your parents decided to give you an hour to adjust and fix your things into your assigned rooms, giving you time to take a quick shower to freshen yourself after that two men bombarded you with their fingers.

Now wearing a yellow summer dress, you could still feel their forbidding touch into your skin. Even if they once again do not talk to you after the ride, treating you like you are just part of the air they breathe.

Not that you mind—well, you actually do, anyway—but one of them literally had their fingers deeply inserted in your walls and the other one humped your ass while you were seated on his lap. So, what the hell are they even on?

After an hour, your parents called the three of you for what they call a cabin tour. Soobin even commented that it sounds too cheesy, but you all have nothing to do in this house anyway. You are all now standing on the patio, silently judging your parents as they take their time reminiscing about their old days in this exact area.

“Okay, we get it,” Beomgyu suddenly voiced out, one arm draped on Soobin’s shoulder while the taller one was staring blankly at the scene. They were standing almost a foot away from you, triggering you at most. “You guys are the perfect couple.” Both of your parents laughed at his sarcastic remark, “Oh, Beomie, of course we are!” Your mother replied, locking arms with your step father beside her.

Soon, they lead you into the kitchen. The cabin was modernly designed, but it still gives that cozy, rural-vibe feeling with the earth-tone bricks and open spaces. “Oh, right, before we forgot,” Your mom faced the three of you with that sickening motherly smile, “We need to drop by the nearby town to buy some supplies, would you three be okay here?”

You have known your mother since birth, and you knew that this trip to town she was saying has an underlying agenda. This overall family retreat even has another specific goal to begin with—to reconcile both of their children. You knew that. And, you also knew that the sweet smile plastered on her face is a trap, because she knew no one would say no to her.

“We could help—” Soobin tried to compromise, but his father stopped him in an instant.

“No, you guys stay here and rest—or talk about anything!” Soobin grumpily sighed at his father's obvious hints, also aware that they are planning something that unbeknownst to the three of you. Beomgyu broke the silence, faking a cackle before he clasps his hands.

“Oh, sure! You guys take your time.” He cheered, nudging Soobin with his shoulder that made the older roll his eyes and defeatedly nod his head. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, raising a brow to your mom that made her smile falter for a bit.

“We won't take long, plus there is still something for you to do! You guys are free to explore the lake behind the cabin if you want to!” Your mom ensues, pulling the man beside her to exit your questioning gaze.

“You kids have fun!” Your step father shouted before the two of them went back to the garage. Another silence stretched into the kitchen. And, in all honesty, you do not know if you want to thank your parents for this set-up and giving you an opportunity to clarify everything or curse them for leaving you alone with these two.

Minutes passed, no one still dared to speak. You being confused in their action is an understatement, you are gone bewildered at this point. Shaking your head in disappointment, you were about to head out the scene when a hand pulled you back.

“Where are you going?” Beomgyu asked, gripping your wrist gently. Your cheeks reddened at his question, your heart palpitating when you saw both of them rigidly staring at you. There they go again, tearing your mind apart by their questionable actions.

“My room?” You answered, having enough of their combined bullshits. Beomgyu smirked at you, before giving Soobin a glance. He then stepped closer, going over your space like he owns it.

“Boo, that's depressing,” He jeered, walking towards your back while both his palms found your shoulder. “Why not join us by the lake?” His low whisper sent shivers on your skin, eyes darted to your step brother who was leaning on the counter with his arms locked together.

“We are actually going?” Soobin questioned, causing the younger to chuckle. “Indeed we are,” He cheered, hands gradually brushing your arms until his palms found your waist. “Right, sunshine?” Beomgyu has always been the best at playing the perfect tease, and your body reacts to it satisfactorily.

As if you are automated, your head turns when you hear his favorite nickname to use. “Uhm…” Your stomach churned when you now noticed that Soobin is looking at you from head to toe, dull eyes watching Beomgyu’s hands on your body. “Yeah?” The guy behind you whispered, causing your throat to dry.

You do not know what lies ahead if you agree to come with them, but you do know that you want to get at the bottom of this mess. This gives you an opportunity, yet of course, these two men are beyond unpredictable. Leaving you conflicted on what you should do.

“You know you want to,” Your step brother suddenly walked up in front of you, fingers finding their way to fix the strayed strands of your hair. “We will just talk.” The beats of your heart are nearly audible in your ear, allured at how he sounded like he meant every word he uttered.

Despite the lingering hesitation, your body had betrayed you. Gesturing a small nod to the gentlemen you are with.

Beomgyu giggled before giving your waist a slight squish, while Soobin started to lead the way into the backdoor. You could almost foresee where this decision would lead you, but still, you gave them the benefit of the doubt.

The sun was already blazing when you arrived at the greenery, warm air brushing into your skin like a gentle warning. Your nose was filled with the tree's wooden musk combined with the lake's musty, grassy scent. From afar, you noticed a flourishing oak, with a picnic mat laying under its shadow.

“Too much for setting us up,” You whispered, mentally reminding yourself that you need to talk to your mother after this. Beomgyu seems to realize the situation a little too late, utterly puzzled why there was a prepared spot for the three of you to talk.

Soobin made his way into the mat, heart-shaped lips in an irritable pout as he removed his slippers. “What are you two waiting for?” He then asked, sitting on the mat while he rested his back on the oak's trunk. The man beside you gave you a light push, urging you to remove your flip-flops and sit from the farthest side of the mat.

Beomgyu soon followed, man-splaining his legs into the mat that took half of the space. They seemed too calm and unbothered, which is a dangerous sign that you must take note. Both of them are looking at gentle swells of the lake, giving each other short glances from time to time.

Realizing that they already did their boys talk, you blew a deep sigh before kneeling on the mat to gather their attention. “I thought we were gonna talk?” Your question made Soobin sit properly, while Beomgyu smirked within himself. There is something about their gaze that you cannot quite comprehend, but it makes you squirm in your place.

“Well,” The brown haired boy scoots over your seat, crawling to reach your figure. His lean frame managed to block out Soobin from your sight, now kneeling in front of you whilst his hand went to cup your cheek. You flinched at his touch, gulping at his unannounced actions. “What is there to talk about, sunshine?”

Your forehead creased at his question, feeling personally invalidated with his approach in this regard. “What do you mean that—”

“What is there to talk about when I could just show you instead?”

The screws of your brain barely understood what he meant when he leaned in for a kiss. Lips instantly swaying on top of yours that caused you to softly whimper. The way they move is rough and clumsy, pressing on yours as if he is inhaling every breath in your lungs. Panic formed into your chest, hands finding his shoulders to pull away yet he is much stronger. He even brought you closer, arms snaking on your waist while his tongue began to find its way in your mouth.

In a daze, you cannot help but dance your lips against his. Beomgyu's hand gradually roamed into the curve of your ass, making you gasp in a strange feeling. For then, he seized that chance to suck your lower lip, a moan casually slipping past your lips. You are in the moment when you feel another pair of hands in your back, spreading sensation in your weakling body.

For then you remembered, you two are not alone. Your step brother was watching throughout the process of your drool exchange with his best friend.

Snapping back to reality, you managed to push Beomgyu with enough force, causing him to abruptly sit on the mat. You took a sharp inhale before turning back to look at Soobin—who is glaring at the man in front of you.

“You really need to work on your patience, Gyu.” The blonde taunts, resting his chin on your shoulder before his arms begin to hug you from behind. “This is not what we have talked about.”

Intently lost at his words and overly flustered at what is happening, you were about to question them when your step brother's hands started to travel on your exposed legs. You tried to clutch his hands but Beomgyu managed to catch yours, hastily gripping it with one hand. There was nothing you could do when Soobin started to pull up the fabrics of your dress, heart pumping frantically in anticipation.

“Look at me,” The man in front of you suddenly spoke, pinching your chin to force your face. “You will let us use you, right?” Beomgyu teased, leaving a peck on your lips before biting your lip once more. You winced at his action, but it soon turned into a pathetic moan when you felt your brother's slender fingers near your cloathed wet cunt.

Soobin chuckled at your sounds, giving your inner thigh a light slap. “Come on, answer him.” A small ouch came from you, jolting at the sting of your skin. You could have sworn that he almost sounded like a different person, and that gave you enough adrenaline rush to nod at his best friend's question.

A wide smile formed in Beomgyu’s lips, even giving you a gentle head pat. “Very good answer, angel,” He mumbled, adoration flooding his brown eyes. His deep voice plus the heavenly nickname made you twitch, clamping your thighs together as you grew uncomfortable with the growing slick of your sex. “Now, give your brother a turn.”

Your heart was nearly escaping your ribcage when you heard his command. Hesitantly, you turned to fully face Soobin, who was now sitting with his legs crossed. You didn't even notice that he already retrieved his hands with your mind being too clouded with Beomgyu's words.

The blonde extended his hand out, wearing an unreadable expression. He looked uninterested, but at the same time, you could see the spark of excitement in his orbs. It made your drenched pussy pulse in delight, biting your swollen lip before slowly accepting his hand and placing yourself on his lap.

Your heart swelled at the sight of him below you. There is no point denying that you have imagined this exact scene many times—and, being able to finally see it just added more heat in your abdomen. His wide palm rested on your hips for support, pupils intently studying your face from your eyes to your lips.

Falling deep into your needs, you went in to kiss his plump lips. Soobin immediately accepted your advances, one hand flying to your nape to deepen the kiss. Muffled sounds came from you, hips mindlessly reacting by subtly grinding itself on his. The delicious friction that came from it made the both of you moan, tongues colliding in sync that almost suffocates you.

“Fuck,” You heard a voice on your side, before you felt a hand on your shoulder, forcefully pulling you out from Soobin's drowning kisses. “I can’t wait,” Beomgyu breathes before his lips once again find their way into yours. A whine escapes your throat, unable to keep up from how torrid he is moving on your lips.

Soobin didn't even bother to scold him, not when he is now busy peeling the straps of your dress. Your mind begins to feel torn at the overwhelming feelings they are giving to your body, brain unable to focus on what you should think about first—Beomgyu's hot tongue swirling past your lips or Soobin's fingers that are on their way of exposing your tits.

The humid air hits your chest the moment your step brother pulls down the built-in pads of your dress, freeing your mounds with your nipples perked up. “Fucking knew these were perfect.”

You moaned between Beomgyu's torrid kiss, giving his wet muscle more access inside your mouth. A choked-up sound left you when he shoved his tongue into you, shared drool slipping past your lips.

You haven't moved on from the feeling of Beomgyu's tongue deep in your throat when you felt Soobin's warm breath near your nipple. A surge of luscious sensation fills your nerves, one hand going to the brunette’s shoulder and rapidly tapping it as a sign that you are running out of air.

Thankfully, he received it well, only for his lips to drop to your jaw. You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck. An airy gasp left you when the man below you began to roll his tongue on your bud, drawing slow circles on it before harshly sucking it. As if they always think alike, Beomgyu did the same thing on your neck, even leaving feathery kisses on the mark he just left.

It just got worse when Soobin started to move his hips below you, tripling the pleasure you are receiving from them. His other hand also went to caress your untouched mound, pinching your nipple before rolling his thumb on it.

“Mhhmpph, w–wait…” One of your hands went to Soobin's blonde locks, overstimulated limbs trying to stay aware of what the two of them were doing to your body. Beomgyu cackled on your pleas, stopping for one second to remove his shirt before getting back on leaving trails of kisses on your shoulder.

“Sorry, sunshine,” He mumbled between his pecks, “Mom and dad will come back soon, we can't have them seeing us like this…” Worry filled your weary insides, cheeks burning at the thoughts of being caught in the act by your own parents. However, those cohesive thoughts began to disperse when Soobin suddenly bit your bud, abruptly screaming out of pain.

Your step brother briefly giggled against your flesh, peppering your boobs with pliant kisses as a silent apology. He then pulled out, for then Beomgyu called his attention.

“Wanna eat her out?” The brunette suggested, talking too casually as if you are not listening in between them. This halted Soobin's hips, obviously considering what his best friend just said. “One of the best I had, believe me.”

The heat of your body amplified at his remarks, getting more and more embarrassingly drenched. The blonde gave you a short glance, eyes as twice as determined the last time you saw it. He gave your lips a peck before guiding your body to hop out his lap.Trying to remember what you did with Beomgyu, you were about to lay down when he suddenly stopped you. Momentarily confused, you blinked at him—only for a devilish smirk to form in his face.

“Sh–Shouldn't I lay—”

“There are other ways to do it,” He explained, eyes darting into your plush chest that are presented in front of him. “Plus, where is the fun if he is the only one who gets his share?”

Soobin huffed at his friend's nuances, fixing his position before laying on his back. Not knowing what to do, your arm tried to cover your breast while giving them confused looks. Beomgyu fetched your hand in your chest, pulling you up so you could kneel.

“Sit on your brother’s face,” Your eyes dilated at his order, heart pounding as you gaze at the blonde who was already ready. Heart pounding, there is nothing you could do when the younger guy assisted you to place yourself in Soobin's face.

The fabrics of your yellow dress covered his head. Your mind was partly worried if your step brother could still properly breathe between your thighs, half of it unable to function anymore by how stimulated you have been for the last couple of minutes. Stings of whine left you when his breath reached your aching cunt, shuddering at the tingling feeling.

Beomgyu still has his hand supporting you, also kneeling in the mat while his hand fumbles on the button of his shorts. You want to keep yourself aware of what he is doing but your eyes inevitably close shut when Soobin's lips begin to leave tiny kisses on your cloathed pussy, nails digging into Beomgyu's palm as you also feel his tongue drenching your ruined undies.

“Haah, Soob—” Your other hand almost went to his hair but the man in front of you caught it. Lost at what happened, your eyes fluttered open—only to see Beomgyu with his thick, erect cock whipped out of his shorts. Mouth gaping at the sight, panic clawed in your throat when he led your hand into the base of his length.

All of those directions he gave you before turned blurry as you cannot seem to focus, especially now that Soobin is constantly licking your slick through your panties. Beomgyu seemed to notice, ragged breaths leaving him as he guided your hand up and down his cock.

“Remember what I taught you, sunshine?” You could feel fire running in your skin with how sultry he sounds, getting more turned on when he spat directly on his tip which also hit your skin. Strained groans came from him the moment you start jerking his cock on your own, fist in a deliberate pace.

Beomgyu hissed when at warmth of his saliva, perfectly coating his girth with the help of your palm. He then stepped two steps backward, giving you enough space to bend your upper body and for your mouth to reach his dick. The way his veins pulsate under the brush of your hand feeds your longing ego, fixing your position above Soobin's face so that you could suck the younger without any hindrance.

Now in all-fours, you could see Beomgyu's dark eyes focused on the curve of your back in your peripheral vision. “Such a good sister,” The brunette snickered, once again giving you a soft pat in the head. “Serving me while letting her brother eat her out.” Your cunt throbbed at his words, and even shortly froze when Soobin swayed enough fabrics of your panties. Letting the humid brush into your trembling pussy lips.

You could feel your juices dripping into your thighs when your step brother starts to suck into your clit, lapping it like it is the sweetest treat he ever tried. Mouth shaping into an O in every moan you voice, Beomgyu quickly turned it into a chance to thrust his cock into your lips.

Heedless with his movement, you failed to accommodate his thick cock in one go, audibly gagging around it. The younger vilely laughed at your state of misery, pulling out his length just to check if you are still able to use your airway.

“Too much? You already got it the first time.” He joked, nastily smudging his precum into your parted lips. There is a part of you that wants to defend yourself, but your mind kept slipping up with the way Soobin is using his tongue to torture your sopping pussy. You were unconsciously grinding your hips to his face, the grip you have on Beomgyu’s cock getting tighter.

Trying to regain yourself, you gaped your lips to take his tip to give it a light kiss. You felt him shudder at your touch, getting more excited to show him more. With your tongue, you gave his cockhead a swirl, slowly taking in the salty taste of his liquid. Your hand once again moved to jerk his length, helplessly breathing through your nose as Soobin’s pace in making out with your poor cunt grew rapidly.

“Bet you kept dreaming about that day, huh?” Beomgyu's tone is laced with cockiness, his hips began to follow the direction of your fist pumping his dick. You were about to push yourself deep into his inches when you uncontrollably yelped at Soobin's wide tongue rigorously swiping into your slit.

Once again failing to take him in, the brunette took charge of forcing you to swallow his entire cock. He impatiently thrust his length midway, grunting at the warmness of your mouth coating him. Even on the verge of choking, you now managed to appropriately suck his cock, tongue wiggling slightly just to add pleasure.

The coil on your abdomen went unbearable with how the both of them are treating your body—especially Soobin, who is poking your feeble bud with the tip of his tongue. Your moans were muffled around Beomgyu's wide girth, sending luscious vibration into the younger who has his head thrown back.

In desperation for more friction, you also began to move your hips to ride your step brother's tongue. However, he firmly gripped your thighs, stopping you from moving your lower region. “Easy, sis,” He gritted below you, so airy and deep that it almost went past your ears. “You can't cum just yet.”

Another set of drools escaped your mouth as you tried to form a reply to Soobin while your mouth was still stuffed with Beomgyu’s dick. You could feel the younger’s eagerness to fit his whole size until he reached the back of your throat but he knew that you were too fragile for him to push further. Thus, he held into your cheeks, barely controlling himself so you wouldn't suffocate while sucking him.

His breaths became uneven, chest heaving as your fist started to twist around his base. “Shit, angel,” He purrs, hips rattling on your face. “Fuck, that is so good. Don't suck it too hard.”

The pace of his hips began to grow faster, not even minding if your teeth are grating into his veins. You could feel his hand travelling into your hair, grasping into your strands with delicate force to keep himself grounded.

With your mouth busy with Beomgyu's cock, you have failed to notice the shift in Soobin's position below you. Slowly adjusting himself to stoop lower and reach your quivering hole. You violently coughed around the dick on your mouth you felt the tip of his tongue prodding it, thighs unhelpfully clamping themselves on your step brother's face.

“You good, baby?” The younger asked, putting finger on your chin and giving it a lift, causing his girth to slip out your lips. You looked thoroughly wrecked under his touch, tears forming into your eyes when you felt Soobin giving your tweaking hole a quick lick. The tense feeling on your abdomen went rigid, wanton moans coming out your lips before riding his wet muscle that is in an up and down direction.

Beomgyu grinned at the sight, bright eyes watching how scandalous you look while you humping your step brother's tongue. This view of you goes beyond every porn and hentai he had binge watched with the guy, even better now that they are both experiencing it first hand.

“Gonna cum on your brother's tongue, sunshine?” He taunts, a proud smile resting on his lips like it is a deserving award that he had turned you into some kind of slut. His smile grew wider when you frantically nodded your head, tongue nearly lollying out like a poor dog with how much of a pleasurable torment Soobin's tongue is giving you.

The feeling of your pussy being lapped by your brother while you prettily sit on his face with his best friend stimulating you with his words is beyond what you had imagined. And, with thought of how good it must be to cum on Soobin's mouth has sent you to the edge, splurging hot, sticky liquids straight into his tongue.

Your frail body has collapsed under the intense surge of uncomfortable slick running down your thighs. Luckily, Beomgyu was there to support your figure, too weak to even remove yourself in the older's face. He guided you to rest on his lap, freeing his best friend between your thighs.

Soobin then sat up, thumb brushing in his bottom lip as traces of your wetness trails down his chin. He offered a sly smile, before sucking in the remaining essence to make sure nothing was wasted.

It made him a hundred times glorious as he already is. And, it is making your nerves hypersensitive with how your pussy began to uncontrollably throb at the mere sight of him.

The subtle twitches of your body didn't go past Beomgyu's eyes, hands snaking into your dress to completely peel off your panties. Goosebumps run through your body when the warm air directly hits your cunt, tweaking into the younger's arms.

“Fuck, Bin, look at this.” He then blurted, both palms forcing your thighs to open wide. “She is hungry, don't you think?”

Intrigued, Soobin followed the direction of this friend. And, being the one you could visibly see, you were at awe with the sudden change in his face. His tempting, dulled pupils went focused and dark, with his jaw tightening alluringly.

Before you could even focus on what Beomgyu is doing on your body, your gaze went down to your step brother's soiled shorts, with his big bulge evidently begging to be freed. To be fair, you have always known that Soobin was big—even bigger than his friend. Aside from catching him watching pornographic anime, you have once seen him jerking himself with his door left ajar.

He has a girth that could stretch your hole wide without filling you with his whole length. Realizing that you are obviously eyeing his crotch, his fingers began to fumble within the garters of his shorts. Your heart was rigorously hammering in excitement, hips moving by itself just to seek for any friction.

As you were sitting on his lap, Beomyu took the chance to rub himself in your leaking clit. The delicious grind felt perfect for your needy cunt, back leaning into his chest while your eyes remained to your step brother who was now slowly fisting his erect cock.

“So wet for us, baby,” The brunette whispered behind you, subtly aligning his cock into your hole. Broken moans left you, chunks of tears sliding in your cheeks as you felt overly sensitive with how his tip teased your beaten pussy. Soobin was about to crawl his way to the both of you when his phone suddenly rang.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, instinctively sitting straight but Beomgyu went to press you closer to his body. The protest you had turned into an audible whine the moment you felt Beomgyu leisurely entering your walls, filling you up while he is looking at his friend who is double thinking if he should answer the call or not.

Soobin, who was turning impatient that the younger was once again taking charge without him, hurriedly answered the call of your mother. A loud scream scratched your throat when Beomgyu pushed you down his entire length without letting your poor pussy adjust, forcing Soobin to drop the call in an instant.

“The fuck was that?” He howled, tightly gripping his phone while glaring at Beomgyu who was smirking at your reaction. His cock was perfectly seated inside you, momentarily twitching when you once again helplessly whined under his touch.

Not minding his pissed off friend on the other side of the mat, his hand flew in both of your hips, wholly supporting your tired body. “This pussy hasn't changed one bit,” Beomgyu growled, strained groans leaving him when your pussy clamped his cock the moment he moved. “But we really need to stay quiet this time, can you do that?” He added, palm diligently travelling to the curve of your mounds to give it a squish.

The phone began to ring again, but now that you are once again under the mercy of Beomgyu's thick and heavy cock, your mind was already shutting down to even care. Soobin let out an irritated huff, carelessly answering the screen while keeping his eyes on the lewd scene in front of him.

“Hello?” He breathes airy, one palm still firm around his cock. Your mom's cheerful tone was barely heard from the other side, making your brother roll his eyes. You cannot deny that this situation has made you fired up, causing your puffy cunt to spill out liquids that made the guy behind you giggle.

“You really like it when we are on the verge of being caught, don't you?” His tone was filled with mockery, hips gradually moving below you that caused his cock to reach deeper. “Does all of this seem familiar, angel?” He grilled, busying his fingers on your nipple. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your moans to avoid getting caught.

“Yeah, the loud scream was hers, she was hanging out with us in the lake,” You watched as Soobin's fist went faster, in awe with how composed he is on the phone. The beat of your heart flourished when your eyes met, with a cunning smile sitting in his lips. “Of course she was having fun.”

The younger soon caught up with your short exchange with Soobin, using his hand on your chest to cup your cheeks and force you to face him. “One cock is not enough for you?” He hissed, before pulling you into an aggressive kiss.

“Hmmpff—” Your whines are muffled while Beomgyu swallows them, “Such a whore for our attention,” He mumbled between the kiss, erratic breaths leaving him now that he is picking up the pace.

Soobin throwed burning daggers at your exposed body enveloped in Beomgyu's arms, “We are good with anything, you two decide.” His tone went bored, poking his inside cheek as tried to remain calm as he played with his tip. This is totally one of your differences, he knows how to handle himself well while you are wholly messed up.

“You are on your way back now?” Your hand flew to cover your mouth when Beomgyu shifted his angle, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl. Despite the fact that Beomgyu is literally devouring your lips, you tried to listen to the conversation Soobin was having with your mom. The mixture of guilt, embarrassment, and neediness reigns on your chest, eyes hot and blurry with tears of pleasure.

“15 minutes? Okay, take care,” That was the last thing you heard before you the younger let go of your face, pulling out from the kiss. A raspy groan left him when he noticed how swollen your lips are, even looking at him with those glassy eyes he adores.

“I might really cum if you continued looking at me like that,” He mumbled, halting his hips before looking at his friend—who was already killing the younger with his eyes.

“Learn how to share, fuckass.” The blonde then proceeds to kneel in front of you. His palms landed on your trembling thighs, only to see how puffy your pussy turned after being filled up by his best friend. Your heart almost stopped beating with the way he touched you, chest heaving as you cannot foresee what his next action would be.

Beomgyu cackled at the older's comment, fingers on your nipple began to give it a gentle twist that made you wince. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” He notoriously asked, chin now resting on your shoulder. Having no clue what they are talking about, you unconsciously clutched your step brother's hand, anxiously gulping when he just gave you a smirk.

“Give her to me,” Soobin then ordered, throwing you into deep confusion. Just like an object they possess, you were passed into one lap to another. Your shaky hands are placed into the blonde's broad shoulders, still searching for an answer in his eyes.

You were still drowned in his intense stare when you felt a tip prodding on your loose hole, shivering with how sensitive you are after being pounded not so long ago. “Still good?” He momentarily assures, and after a half-minded nod, his cock begins to rip you open.

There was something about Soobin that you cannot point out, something that itches your body's needs in the perfect way possible. Your heavenly fused moans are scattered in the greenery, walls tightly hugging his cock as it was easier to take him in after Beomgyu's dick prepped you beautifully.

“Shit, your cunt is suffocating me,” His words are impossibly heard by how strained his voice is. You were no better, worn out throat now only able to create mumble sounds after all the moaning. He was almost fully in when you felt another tip from behind. In instant panic, you turned to Beomgyu, who has been peppering your shoulder with weary kisses.

“W–Wait, I cannot—”

“Shhh, they are coming back soon so we need to hurry.”

Soft sobs left your lips, head nuzzling into your step brother's neck as the younger starts to tear your walls past its limit. Soobin huskily exhaled at the feeling of his friend's cock slowly grinding into his, yet still managed to draw small circles on your thighs as he coos at you.

Which was what you could consider as an act out of character.

“A bit more, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, cock twitching at the sounds of your sniffs. Your hole was burning with how stretched it is, whole senses and nerves working overtime just to accommodate the two huge girth thrusting themselves. Your fists are turned into a ball, nails digging into your palm as you feel helpless in between them.

“Too much—Too full… Please…” Your pleas hurt the soul of one, but feeds the ego of the other. Beomgyu lowly chuckled when your cunt uncontrollably gushed out liquids, overstimulated with the cocks pulsating inside you.

“We'll move slow, yeah?” He then assured, hands on your hips like he is steadying you on what's to come. “Trust us.” His words and their idle heavy girth combined are enough to make you feel the familiar lewd build up in your lower stomach, sweat gliding into your temple with the thoughts of cumming for the second time this day.

You should have known better and not rely on his words, because the moment you nod your head, Soobin's thick cock began to ram his way into the depths of your cunt, earning a wrecked moan from you. Being the jerk he is, Beomgyu didn't back down as his hips snapped in the plush of your ass.

“Fuck, baby, this is the best day of my life,” The younger cheered, his lips going to your neck to leave love bites and marks all over your skin. The burdening pressure on your abdomen left you uneasy, mind almost blacking out with how they started to go at a rapid pace.

“Your pussy is lovely, sis,” Soobin snickered, one palm groping your tits as his hips rocked harder. “Beomgyu was right about you.” He continued, before his other hand on your thigh traveled to play with your swollen folds. The thoughts of him finally confirming that he knew about everything that happened on that day just made you more hazy, your sobs and moan fusing together that became music to their ears.

With the build-up of your release growing faster, you made the tiniest effort to meet their hips halfway. But giving up within seconds as you cannot catch up with how eager their movements are. “Cum… Haaaah—” You didn't manage to complete the word when the knot on your stomach snapped, coating their lengths with those hot, sticky juices.

Your whole body fluttered into Soobin's chest, fat chunks of tears dwelling in your eyes as they didn't stop torturing your poor cunt. Beyond the overwhelming feeling of cumming, you are thoroughly overstimulated with how their cockheads take turns bumping into that sweet spot that made your abused cunt gush out more liquid.

“You did well—Shit… Did well, baby… It's our turn now.”

Ragged breaths are heard on both of their mouths, evidently trying to chase their own high. Despite the pain of oversensitivity, you tried to help them by snugging both of their girth, a woeful whimper leaving you with how the veins of their cock tingles every nerve of your pent-up walls.

“Need to cum—fuck!” Beomgyu's curse filled the air the moment you felt a thick rope of cum pumping deep into your cunt, thighs quivering with how full you felt. The younger’s uneven exhales were fanning your reddening skin, even leaving another set of kisses while he rode down his high.

Soobin shook his head in disappointment, still busy drilling himself to your hole as he chased his own pleasure. “Impatient shit as always,” He grunts, head throwing back as his cock begins to flood your pussy with his own seed.

You rigidly shudder at the feeling of being stuffed with different cums, eyes tightly closed while you wearily gather your breaths. Soobin was the first to pull out, followed by Beomgyu who still has his lips latched on your skin. You hissed at the contact, face contorting into a grimace when you felt the mixture of cum pouring out to the wrinkled picnic mat.

Silence prevailed between the three of you, stuck in the position of nasty three-people sandwich who are drenched with cums and sweat. Soobin sighed as he pushed Beomgyu's head away from your neck, giving you some space to stretch your exhausted limbs.

“They are about to be back,” He announced, using the back of his hand to wipe out the scattered tears and sweat on your face. “We need to get into the lake.”

Confused, you sat up straight with your remaining strength. “Wait, why?” Your voice sounded too raw, throat too dry from everything you have done.“

They both thought that we were hanging out in the lake,” Your step brother kindly explained, yet the small tug in his lips left you restless. “Plus, you didn't think that we are done now, did you?”

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IT HAS BEEN TWO WEEKS SINCE YOUR STEP BROTHER'S BEST FRIEND MESSED YOUR SUPPOSED TO BE PERFECT SUMMER. And, it has also been two weeks since that same step brother caught your just-got-fucked state after his best friend took your virginity. Between those days, you didn't hear anything from anyone. Not even to Beomgyu, who is the one who managed to bring you home after Soobin left you in that room with him.

Which is weird, considering what he just said after the door opened that day. But it is much weirder that you are still thinking about it until now.

Speaking of Soobin, he has been weirdly distancing himself from you. No more morning banters, or late night messages of “are you up?” before walking towards the nearest 24/7 store. Making you feel like you are at fault for hopping on his best friend's dick when clearly your sex life has nothing to do with him. It baffles you at most. Just like that one moment when your whole family is out for dinner and he asks his father to pass the salt when you are still using it.

You didn't know that he could be this petty. To the point that even your parents interrogate you if you have done something to your step brother for him to act like that. Of course, there is no way you could hand them a proper answer—not when you are also left with dozens of questions why he, out of all people, is ignoring you like he is allergic to your presence.

And of course, Beomgyu. The last thing you heard from him is when you overheard Soobin talking to his dad about the league he is playing on the TV. His father asked if he is playing with his friend who is a chatterbox, for which Soobin replied that he and that friend haven't been talking much these days.

Assuming that he is referring to Beomgyu, it made you more confused and left-out. You want to think that this must be the reason why he hasn't contacted you after that party incident. Because it is uncomfortable for him and Soobin that he is dicking you down when you are his step sibling. But then again, it will all come down to what Soobin had said the moment he saw you and Beomgyu sharing a bed together, with hints of sex clinging in the air.

You couldn't wait for me?

It doesn't make sense. His attitude now compared from the way he treated you before doesn't align and it is driving you nuts. Whatever’s going between you and Beomgyu doesn't help either. Hell, even your girly crush on him puts you in a deep state of doubt.

Was it all a one-time thing to him? Does he go into an after sex clarity after you two got caught by his best friend that happens to be your older step brother? It spirals your mind out of control.

Another problem is, being stuck in one place with Soobin makes you feel like you are in a prison. Your parents even feel like they are walking on eggshells whenever you two are around. So, in order to straighten things out, the best solution that they could think of is going on a family retreat.

Which is why you are now under the morning sunlight, arms crossed in your chest as you watch your step father load all the things and baggage in the trunk. You were the one helping him ever since Soobin was nowhere to be found after he was tasked to buy some chips and soda to serve as snacks in the cabin.

Your mom even asked you to text the guy since you are scheduled to leave an hour from now. For which you did, breaking your no-contact streak with him after two weeks. You could never say no to your mother—that is why this whole fiasco started anyway. Still, it would break her heart if their efforts on reconciling their children go to waste.

06:30 | Aa Soobin

mom is looking for you.

get back home.

don’t ruin this for them.

read.

That was twenty-five minutes ago. And until now, your hell-of-a-kind step brother is still missing in action. Your step father just finished packing up, now starting the car while your mother is still trying to reach Soobin. She just hit another dead end when you saw two familiar figures walking towards your garage.

It was step brother, and beside him is a person that you could loathe from afar—Beomgyu, with a stuffed bag pack hanging on his shoulder.

“Oh Soobin, thank heavens!” Your mom exclaimed, walking towards the two men who took turns in giving her a warm hug. “Sorry I took some time, I wanted to bring Gyu along with us.” He announced, not even giving you a single glance like your opinion about the matter is not important.

“Well, I hope you all don't mind. Soobin said that it is an outdoor retreat,” Beomgyu's deep, raspy voice felt unfamiliar yet eerily satisfying to your ears. It might be hard to admit, but his effects on your body haven't moderated, not even one bit. “You all know that’s my speciality.” He grinned, finding it easy to get along with your parents.

You unconsciously roll your eyes, impatiently tapping your fingers in your arms as you watch them share some giggles and adore Beomgyu's chitchats while you all soak in the sun’s early heatwave. It is obvious that they do not mind, they wholly consider that guy as their second son. Finally remembering her daughter, your mom turned to you, her hands still resting on Beomgyu's shoulder.

“You ready to go, dear?” Your mom gently asked, sweetly smiling as she helped Beomgyu put his bag into the trunk. “Sure,” You sounded too airy, clearing your throat after realizing that your voice got wobbly. “I mean, sure. Let's go.”

Silently repenting for being too affected by his presence, you quickly went to grab the car's handle but Soobin suddenly went to the other side. There he goes again. He was really testing your sanity, and you could tell that it was all on purpose. That man knew how much you loved the window seat. And now, you have to talk to the guy you want to thoroughly ignore just to make sure that you would secure the other side.

Which you failed to do so, not when your mom already gestured to you to make space so Beomgyu could enter. Leaving you stuck in between these two men who really sit like you doesn't exist in their perspective.

“All good to go?” Your step father asked, and Beomgyu gave an exaggerated thumbs up. Squirming at your position, you could not help but subtly glare at the guy on your left.

This retreat will surely not end on a good note.

THE RIDE TO YOUR PARENT’S CABIN WAS SUSPICIOUSLY QUIET. Your mom was napping in the front seat, while your step father was listening to the morning radio as he drove calmly. Soobin, who was sitting on your right, also had his eyes closed. Head closely tipping into your shoulder the moment he dozed off.

The peaceful ambiance inside the car also made you dozy, but you couldn't possibly stay still when Beomgyu's fingers kept on brushing on your thigh. He was on his wired earphones, listening to God knows what with his eyes glued in the scenery outside. Yet, it doesn't change the fact that his fingertips glaze on your skin ever since your mom and Soobin went unconscious, giving you goosebumps every single time.

As much as you want to ignore it, your eyes flew in shock when his warm palm fully rested itself on your flesh. Your head instantly swaying to check if Soobin was awake on your other side before you squint your eyes at Beomgyu. The beat of your heart ran fast, thighs instinctively closing themselves shut as you tried to remove his hand on it. Yet, he remained persistent, even grasping on it tighter.

If you were confused before the ride started, you are now deeply and intently mystified. Because why is he touching you under no permission when he clearly disregarded your overall being for the whole two weeks.

Running out of patience, you gently tugged his earphones to catch his attention. “What are you doing?” Beomgyu faced you with a smirk on his lips, casually removing the earphones he was wearing to solely focus on you. “Yes? You are cold?” Your brows creased at his random response, caught off guard with how tender his voice is.

“What? No—”

“It’s okay, you could borrow my jacket.”

A wrinkle formed in your forehead at his out of context replies, watching him take off his jacket while you are still comprehending his words. You knew he was teasing you, pissing you off even. This is one of the oldest tricks he has that you have learned by watching him from afar.

But the question is why? Why is he doing this when he disappeared in your lives for two weeks after that thing happened in the party? Is he really trying to drive you crazy?

Soon, you found his jacket on your lap, covering your lower body that left you utterly puzzled. Cautiously, you observe your surroundings if anyone has seen your whole interaction with Beomgyu but they are still in their previous positions. With Soobin now leaning too closely to rest his head on your shoulder.

Being in a limited space, you decided that you would just confront Beomgyu later on to avoid any drama before the retreat even starts. However, the man on your left can't really keep his hands on himself. Once again feeling his palm roam into your thigh under his jacket.

For then you realized what those replies meant. He is being a sneaky motherfucker.

“Gyu,” You tried to warn him, minimizing your voice as you knew that your step father can still hear your banters. Your hands also crept under the jacket, trying to unlatch his palm into your flesh but his hold on your thigh was way too firm.

“Stop moving,” His low whisper tingles your nerves, anxiety starting to swarm in your chest as you try to maintain calm. “You don't want them to notice us, right?” He then uttered, fingers slowly creeping up your inner thighs. You were about to move away from him when Soobin's sleeping head finally landed on your shoulder, locking you on that spot.

The position the three of you have in the backseat leaves you in deep contradiction. It is not that you didn't miss Beomgyu's touch, or his presence in total. Because even if you deny it or claim that you despise his sudden self-insert in your retreat, you have missed this—him, so much. But, you are also aware that this is not the appropriate place for his needs. Not when you two could be exposed with one harsh break and you have his best friend sleeping directly on your shoulder.

Still, you tried to remove his tempting touch on your body. But before you could even move, his fingers have already found their way to your covered cunt, turning your mind completely blank. You flinched at the contact, immediately checking Soobin to see if his sleep got disturbed at your sudden action. Your lips are in a thin line, compressing the soft sounds trying to escape you as Beomgyu continues to rub his finger on the soft fabrics of your shorts.

You cannot think straight, mind intently focused on your panties are getting damped with how his fingers played with your pussy. The hands that were trying to stop him were now gripping his wrist, nails digging into his skin for support. Beomgyu smugly turned his eyes back on the window, his index finger swiftly swaying enough fabrics of your shorts alongside your panties just to rub your pussy bare.

A soft gasp left you when you felt his rough fingertips glazed into your wet clit, lips trembling when you felt him toyed with your sticky slick. Your eyes went tightly shut when Beomgyu scattered your essence in your pussy lips, hips gradually rocking to meet his every thrust. It almost made the jacket that is covering your lap to slip out, and to your luck, you were still able to catch its hem.

Beomgyu looked at you in panic, yet it doesn't take long when a cunning smile is plastered on his lips. “Careful,” He mumbled in your ear, a finger now poking your aching hole. “They might finally see how dirty you are, sunshine.” His words added more burning sensation into your core, breathing going unstable at the delicate movement of his fingers around your entrance.

Your mind went hazy when you heard the same nickname he gave you before, pussy clenching into nothing. You tugged your lips hard when you felt one of his fingers enter your walls, back arching within the seat. Clutching his jacket tighter, you tried to fight every urge to let any whine escape your throat. Gritting your teeth, you gave Beomgyu a solemn look as a silent plea—but even yourself is not sure if you want him to move his finger away or to beg him to go faster.

“Shit, Gyu…” You breathlessly whispered, feeling your cunt leaking juices into the leather seat at every jerk of his finger. He just gave you a smirk, his finger wiggling inside your walls that made you abruptly moan. In shock, you coughed loudly as a cover up, sweats now gliding on your forehead.

Glancing at the rearview mirror, you had a short eye contact with your step father before he brought his eyes back on the road. “You good with the temperature, kid?” He casually asked, however small whines kept erupting from your throat, especially now that Beomgyu added another finger inside your aching pussy. “Uhm-hmm!” You gave him a quick nod, gulping when you subtly hear a soft squelch from your wetness.

“Not too cold? How ‘bout you, Beomguy?” The older man fixed his mirror before he gave Beomgyu a brief glance. “Never better, sir!” Beomgyu cheerfully replied, both fingers curling deep inside your walls—leaving you restless on your seat with half of your brain barely remembering that you could wake up your step brother who is sleeping soundly on the other side.

Your hips began to chase his fingers, with one of your palms instinctively flying to cover your face. Forcing your head down, you held onto the jacket harder, chest heaving with Beomgyu’s slow and torturing thrust. You are silently cursing him in your mind, because how can he have a decent conversation with your step father while his fingers are deeply seated in your walls like it is nothing?

“Speaking of cold, we’ll stop over in a bit, we need to buy some ice.”

“It would be my pleasure to help, given that I just invited myself here!”

“That's what I love to hear,” The low chuckles of your step dad filled the car, with Beomgyu laughing with him. You could hardly bear the heavy weight hanging on your abdomen, but there is no way you would cum on the backseat and let your essence fill the room's atmosphere.

You tried to conceal every whine to a short cough, but you suddenly choked when his finger hit that spongy spot in your walls. A loud squeal came from you, loud enough for your step father to hit the breaks and for Beomgyu to panic and retreat his fingers. Soobin suddenly sat straight up as his eyes fluttered open, utterly shocked at your shriek.

“Are you okay?” Beomgyu slurry asked, playing it cool while he discreetly wipes his finger into his handkerchief. You glared at him, sighing as you adjusted your position in the backseat. The uncomfortable mess between your thighs made you wince, internally praying that none of them notice anything.

“Yeah, kid. What was that?” Your step father butted in, turning his head to check the situation. The worst part is, you could feel Soobin’s burning looks at your side. So, you pulled Beomgyu’s jacket on your lap to hide any signs of the indecency you were doing while he was asleep.

“Nothing,” Your tone grew small, still unable to gather your breath, “I hit my toe in mom’s seat.”

The man in front huffed as he laughed at your excuse. You felt sorry for lying to your step father, but there is no better excuse for what really happened. Timidly fixing the hem of your shorts under the jacket before giving Beomgyu a short glance, only to see that he was already watching your every move with a cunning smile on his face.

He is really making it hard for you to forget who he is to you.

FLUSHED CHEEKS, SWOLLEN LIPS, AND AN AWARD-WORTHY SWEATING FACE. That is how you looked in front of the mirror. You just finished cleaning up yourself, even shuddering at the sight of your soiled panties with what Beomgyu did to you. He offered his jacket before you went into the cranked-up bathroom of a gas station, which was indeed helpful to hide the big wet patch in the fabrics of your shorts.

Leaning into the sink, you mindlessly washed your hands, still in the moment of what happened in the backseat. This doesn’t answer why he—they choose to ignore you, if ever, it even made you more puzzled on what the hell is going on in their minds. Soobin is still not talking to you, but you have that gut feeling that he is aware of what happened. Beomgyu and his blabbermouth are the worst combinations of all time.

You took a shallow exhale before you opened the door, only to find the man in your thoughts waiting for you outside. Soobin was leaning on the wall, his attention swiftly going from his phone to your stunned figure. His eyes roamed into your body, scoffing to himself when he noticed you were still wearing Beomgyu’s jacket.

“What took you so long?” His tone is laced with annoyance, catching you off-guard. “Sorry?” You replied, not knowing how to act around him. This is the first time in two weeks that you two have interacted with talking included, of course you cannot just treat him with no indifference.

“They are in the convenience store,” Soobin chirped, lazily walking to your back. He placed his large palms on your shoulder, making you violently flinch from how strange it feels. You heard a soft hum behind you, before your step brother began to exert enough force to make you walk. “I was tasked to fetch you.”

The position you two are in probably look dumb, but you couldn't care less. What your mind focuses on is the fact that Soobin was once again acknowledging you, and actually touching you, too. And, you cannot deny that him controlling your body has altered some thoughts in your mind. More so, his hands on your shoulders brought electrifying feelings on your tensed body. Your heart is at rapid beat, shoving away those luscious ideas about last two weeks ago.

It was just Soobin, for Christ's sake.

Beomgyu was laughing with your parents when you two arrived, hands busy with the ice cooler that they probably bought. They were about to head out of the store, making you realize how much time you spent inside the bathroom. Soobin then stood beside you, getting their attention. Beomgyu’s brows creased when he saw you two standing side to side. Clearing his throat before he made a fake smile.

“So, where should I place this bigass cooler?” He spoke, with his eyes still on you and Soobin. Your mother giggled at his use of words, “That's the thing, the trunk is already full.” Her words were followed by silence, but then, the three of them suddenly turned to you. Clueless about what they are trying to imply, you raised both of your hands to surrender.

Your mother gave you a sweet smile, walking towards you before lowering down your arms. “Honey, you don't mind sitting on your brother's lap, right?” Your cheeks heat up at her question, instantly looking up to Soobin who looks completely unbothered about what is happening.

“Don't worry, we will arrive in thirty minutes,” Your step dad backed up, his arms wrapping around your mom’s waist. “We just need a place for the ice cooler.” He continued, which made you take a second look at the thing Beomgyu was carrying. It is indeed big—even wider than your frame.

“Well,” You tried to form an excuse, not wanting to turn this thing between you three more awkward than it is. “Can, I don't know, Beomgyu? Can Beomgyu sit on his best friend’s lap instead?"

Beomgyu obnoxiously chuckled at your suggestion, turning to your parents to offer his. “Or she can sit on my—”

His suggestion was cutted off when Soobin huffed beside you, scratching his brow in annoyance. “No one will hold the ice cooler during the ride,” He reasoned out, now staring at your embarrassed state like he is studying your reaction. “It won’t hurt a fly, come on.” Your head tilted in pure confusion, jaw dropping on the floor as you watched them head on the car one by one without seeking any further solution.

Your step brother left the door open on his side, waiting for you to enter after he assisted Beomgyu in placing the cooler between them. If you could turn the sighs you made this morning alone to cash, you probably earned enough to book a ticket far away from these two. With a grumpy face, you tentatively entered the vehicle, carefully placing yourself on Soobin's lap.

Goosebumps filled your body when you promptly felt his crotch on the plush of your ass, instinctively adjusting your position to sit on his thighs. You turned to make sure if he is still okay, but Soobin already had his eyes on the road. Then, your gaze catched Beomgyu, who was analyzing your position from head to toe with one arm wrapped around the container beside him. His eyes are dark and unreadable, even rolling back at his best friend before plugging back his earphones.

As much as you hate it, you return your attention to Soobin, “Are you comfortable?” You questioned, holding on the headrest of the seat in-front of you to maintain your balance. He replied with a short nod, his whole attention laid on the view outside. Thus, you were taken aback when his arm wrapped around your waist to pull you close.

“Soobin,” You called his name in shock, frail body melting into his warmth. In a beat, his heavy bulge brushed behind you, making you sit up straight. Truthfully, you are having a hard time squirming above him while he is firmly gripping your body. Soobin hummed as a response, one hand now resting on your thigh.

Your heart heaps abnormally at his small gesture, blinking at him as you continue to fidget on his lap, still unsatisfied with how you are placed between his legs. “Are you really comfortable?” He then shifts his attention to you, deadpanning as if you do not have the rights to question him of some sort. “You gained some weight, but it's alright.” You scoffed at his answer, causing a small tug of smile formed into his lips.

Harsh rebuttal hangs on your lips when the car goes into a hump, making you leap and abruptly drop your whole weight into the man below you. A loud groan came from him, his hold on your flesh getting tighter.

“The hell, dad?” He exclaimed, fixing your position above him to make sure it won't occur again. In this way, you are now perfectly seated on the shape of his length, which made your over-sensitive pussy throb. “Sorry, son. Didn't notice the bump,” The older man said, putting up his sunglasses to get a clear view of the road.

The way you could feel yourself getting riled up by sitting on your step brother's cock shot a straight pang of guilt into your chest. You knew that this must be viewed with no malice—you two are step siblings in the first place. Plus, he was just trying to help the whole family in this situation; nothing more, nothing less.

But still, it is getting impossible for you to just set aside those obscene ideas about Soobin, especially now that he has grown into someone that you could barely recognize. And, no matter how annoying he could be, Beomgyu was right about that day when you were looking for Soobin.

You indeed like your step brother that way.

Maybe that is why you have formed a deep attraction to Beomgyu ever since Soobin introduced him to your family. Because he is the closest available person that resembles what your heart and mind truly yearns for—your step brother.

Falling into deep thought, your body began to move on its own accords. You tugged your lips as you slowly grind your hips on his length, once again praying that no one pays attention to what you were doing. Deep inside of you knew that you shouldn't be doing this, but this might be the last time you could get this close to him.

Soobin shifted in his seat, clearing his throat before you felt his chest leaning on to your back. “Can you stay still?” He sternly whispered in your ear, making your pulse pace rapidly. You glanced at him, heedfully humping on his undeniably huge bulge. His grasp on your waist grew firmer, almost squishing your flesh as you could feel his cock pulsating below you.

“I am not doing anything,” You mumbled, voice barely above whisper to keep the conversation between you. He smirked at your weak defense, his hand on your thigh swiping upwards, separating them by force. “Really?” Your step brother taunts, leaving your whole system to shiver.

The man behind you even rested his chin on your shoulder, bringing his face closer to yours. “I can literally feel how wet you are in my shorts.” He gritted, earning a soft gasp from you as your walls clenched on air. You gave everyone a brief glance before you pressed your ass harder on his bulge.

It is too late to back out now, anyway.

You could feel how his throat grumbles on your shoulder, with his breaths getting heavier. Cautiously, you gave your hips a gentle twist, humping into his thick cock deliciously. Your grip into the seat tightens, lips parted at how his bulge continues to rub your aching pussy.

His hand helped in giving you pleasure, fingers now creeping inside Beomgyu's jacket just to reach your clothed pussy. A light chuckle came from him when he realized how wet your shorts and panties are, smugly looking at you while also checking the other people in the car.

After seeing they are still busy at their own businesses, he leaned in directly to your ear. “Is this what happens when you get ignored for two weeks, hm?” He sneered, one finger now brushing on your panties in up and down motion. “You turn into a slut who's eager for my attention?” The tone of his voice tickles something in your brain, making you mindlessly nod at his words.

Your ears are burning from anxiety while his finger swiftly torture your covered clit, putting you back on the situation you are in almost an hour ago. Him and his best friend—who was still hugging the cooler with his eyes closed—really do think alike. It's no wonder why they flock together.

“Bin—” Soft whimpers came from you when he began to draw small circles on your pussy, head throwing back on his shoulder as the pleasure became unbearable. “Shhh,” Soobin's eyes remained on the surroundings, while his hips also started to rock itself in your back. “Quiet, you do not want to ruin dad's daily radio session, right?” You were stunned at his reminder, swallowing down the delicate moans that kept rumbling on your throat.

The slow, circular movement became frantic, clumsy motions, pushing you into the edge of his lap. One hand even flew to cover your mouth, coughing loudly just to conceal those slip-up whimpers. You could feel the sweet build-up in your pent-up abdomen when the car went into a halt.

“We’re here!”

You momentarily sat up straight, the palm covering your mouth shooing Soobin's sneaky hand to compose yourself. After taking a deep exhale, you gave him a glance. His eyes are sharp and deep, evidently irritated at the interruption his father has made. Your sex thumped at the sight of him, unable to maintain eye contact with how intense his looks are.

Thus, your attention went to the other side—where you saw Beomgyu. Who was once again already staring at you. He was wearing his familiar smug face that you now start to hate, as it makes him look like he knew something he shouldn't and he is thriving because of it.

Baffled at what had happened in the span of two hours, all you could do is ponder on what awaits you in the following days.

“THIS IS THE PLACE WHERE YOUR DAD AND I WENT INTO A STARGAZING DATE.”

It has been an hour since you have arrived into the cabin. Your parents decided to give you an hour to adjust and fix your things into your assigned rooms, giving you time to take a quick shower to freshen yourself after that two men bombarded you with their fingers.

Now wearing a yellow summer dress, you could still feel their forbidding touch into your skin. Even if they once again do not talk to you after the ride, treating you like you are just part of the air they breathe.

Not that you mind—well, you actually do, anyway—but one of them literally had their fingers deeply inserted in your walls and the other one humped your ass while you were seated on his lap. So, what the hell are they even on?

After an hour, your parents called the three of you for what they call a cabin tour. Soobin even commented that it sounds too cheesy, but you all have nothing to do in this house anyway. You are all now standing on the patio, silently judging your parents as they take their time reminiscing about their old days in this exact area.

“Okay, we get it,” Beomgyu suddenly voiced out, one arm draped on Soobin’s shoulder while the taller one was staring blankly at the scene. They were standing almost a foot away from you, triggering you at most. “You guys are the perfect couple.” Both of your parents laughed at his sarcastic remark, “Oh, Beomie, of course we are!” Your mother replied, locking arms with your step father beside her.

Soon, they lead you into the kitchen. The cabin was modernly designed, but it still gives that cozy, rural-vibe feeling with the earth-tone bricks and open spaces. “Oh, right, before we forgot,” Your mom faced the three of you with that sickening motherly smile, “We need to drop by the nearby town to buy some supplies, would you three be okay here?”

You have known your mother since birth, and you knew that this trip to town she was saying has an underlying agenda. This overall family retreat even has another specific goal to begin with—to reconcile both of their children. You knew that. And, you also knew that the sweet smile plastered on her face is a trap, because she knew no one would say no to her.

“We could help—” Soobin tried to compromise, but his father stopped him in an instant.

“No, you guys stay here and rest—or talk about anything!” Soobin grumpily sighed at his father's obvious hints, also aware that they are planning something that unbeknownst to the three of you. Beomgyu broke the silence, faking a cackle before he clasps his hands.

“Oh, sure! You guys take your time.” He cheered, nudging Soobin with his shoulder that made the older roll his eyes and defeatedly nod his head. Your arms crossed in front of your chest, raising a brow to your mom that made her smile falter for a bit.

“We won't take long, plus there is still something for you to do! You guys are free to explore the lake behind the cabin if you want to!” Your mom ensues, pulling the man beside her to exit your questioning gaze.

“You kids have fun!” Your step father shouted before the two of them went back to the garage. Another silence stretched into the kitchen. And, in all honesty, you do not know if you want to thank your parents for this set-up and giving you an opportunity to clarify everything or curse them for leaving you alone with these two.

Minutes passed, no one still dared to speak. You being confused in their action is an understatement, you are gone bewildered at this point. Shaking your head in disappointment, you were about to head out the scene when a hand pulled you back.

“Where are you going?” Beomgyu asked, gripping your wrist gently. Your cheeks reddened at his question, your heart palpitating when you saw both of them rigidly staring at you. There they go again, tearing your mind apart by their questionable actions.

“My room?” You answered, having enough of their combined bullshits. Beomgyu smirked at you, before giving Soobin a glance. He then stepped closer, going over your space like he owns it.

“Boo, that's depressing,” He jeered, walking towards your back while both his palms found your shoulder. “Why not join us by the lake?” His low whisper sent shivers on your skin, eyes darted to your step brother who was leaning on the counter with his arms locked together.

“We are actually going?” Soobin questioned, causing the younger to chuckle. “Indeed we are,” He cheered, hands gradually brushing your arms until his palms found your waist. “Right, sunshine?” Beomgyu has always been the best at playing the perfect tease, and your body reacts to it satisfactorily.

As if you are automated, your head turns when you hear his favorite nickname to use. “Uhm…” Your stomach churned when you now noticed that Soobin is looking at you from head to toe, dull eyes watching Beomgyu’s hands on your body. “Yeah?” The guy behind you whispered, causing your throat to dry.

You do not know what lies ahead if you agree to come with them, but you do know that you want to get at the bottom of this mess. This gives you an opportunity, yet of course, these two men are beyond unpredictable. Leaving you conflicted on what you should do.

“You know you want to,” Your step brother suddenly walked up in front of you, fingers finding their way to fix the strayed strands of your hair. “We will just talk.” The beats of your heart are nearly audible in your ear, allured at how he sounded like he meant every word he uttered.

Despite the lingering hesitation, your body had betrayed you. Gesturing a small nod to the gentlemen you are with.

Beomgyu giggled before giving your waist a slight squish, while Soobin started to lead the way into the backdoor. You could almost foresee where this decision would lead you, but still, you gave them the benefit of the doubt.

The sun was already blazing when you arrived at the greenery, warm air brushing into your skin like a gentle warning. Your nose was filled with the tree's wooden musk combined with the lake's musty, grassy scent. From afar, you noticed a flourishing oak, with a picnic mat laying under its shadow.

“Too much for setting us up,” You whispered, mentally reminding yourself that you need to talk to your mother after this. Beomgyu seems to realize the situation a little too late, utterly puzzled why there was a prepared spot for the three of you to talk.

Soobin made his way into the mat, heart-shaped lips in an irritable pout as he removed his slippers. “What are you two waiting for?” He then asked, sitting on the mat while he rested his back on the oak's trunk. The man beside you gave you a light push, urging you to remove your flip-flops and sit from the farthest side of the mat.

Beomgyu soon followed, man-splaining his legs into the mat that took half of the space. They seemed too calm and unbothered, which is a dangerous sign that you must take note. Both of them are looking at gentle swells of the lake, giving each other short glances from time to time.

Realizing that they already did their boys talk, you blew a deep sigh before kneeling on the mat to gather their attention. “I thought we were gonna talk?” Your question made Soobin sit properly, while Beomgyu smirked within himself. There is something about their gaze that you cannot quite comprehend, but it makes you squirm in your place.

“Well,” The brown haired boy scoots over your seat, crawling to reach your figure. His lean frame managed to block out Soobin from your sight, now kneeling in front of you whilst his hand went to cup your cheek. You flinched at his touch, gulping at his unannounced actions. “What is there to talk about, sunshine?”

Your forehead creased at his question, feeling personally invalidated with his approach in this regard. “What do you mean that—”

“What is there to talk about when I could just show you instead?”

The screws of your brain barely understood what he meant when he leaned in for a kiss. Lips instantly swaying on top of yours that caused you to softly whimper. The way they move is rough and clumsy, pressing on yours as if he is inhaling every breath in your lungs. Panic formed into your chest, hands finding his shoulders to pull away yet he is much stronger. He even brought you closer, arms snaking on your waist while his tongue began to find its way in your mouth.

In a daze, you cannot help but dance your lips against his. Beomgyu's hand gradually roamed into the curve of your ass, making you gasp in a strange feeling. For then, he seized that chance to suck your lower lip, a moan casually slipping past your lips. You are in the moment when you feel another pair of hands in your back, spreading sensation in your weakling body.

For then you remembered, you two are not alone. Your step brother was watching throughout the process of your drool exchange with his best friend.

Snapping back to reality, you managed to push Beomgyu with enough force, causing him to abruptly sit on the mat. You took a sharp inhale before turning back to look at Soobin—who is glaring at the man in front of you.

“You really need to work on your patience, Gyu.” The blonde taunts, resting his chin on your shoulder before his arms begin to hug you from behind. “This is not what we have talked about.”

Intently lost at his words and overly flustered at what is happening, you were about to question them when your step brother's hands started to travel on your exposed legs. You tried to clutch his hands but Beomgyu managed to catch yours, hastily gripping it with one hand. There was nothing you could do when Soobin started to pull up the fabrics of your dress, heart pumping frantically in anticipation.

“Look at me,” The man in front of you suddenly spoke, pinching your chin to force your face. “You will let us use you, right?” Beomgyu teased, leaving a peck on your lips before biting your lip once more. You winced at his action, but it soon turned into a pathetic moan when you felt your brother's slender fingers near your cloathed wet cunt.

Soobin chuckled at your sounds, giving your inner thigh a light slap. “Come on, answer him.” A small ouch came from you, jolting at the sting of your skin. You could have sworn that he almost sounded like a different person, and that gave you enough adrenaline rush to nod at his best friend's question.

A wide smile formed in Beomgyu’s lips, even giving you a gentle head pat. “Very good answer, angel,” He mumbled, adoration flooding his brown eyes. His deep voice plus the heavenly nickname made you twitch, clamping your thighs together as you grew uncomfortable with the growing slick of your sex. “Now, give your brother a turn.”

Your heart was nearly escaping your ribcage when you heard his command. Hesitantly, you turned to fully face Soobin, who was now sitting with his legs crossed. You didn't even notice that he already retrieved his hands with your mind being too clouded with Beomgyu's words.

The blonde extended his hand out, wearing an unreadable expression. He looked uninterested, but at the same time, you could see the spark of excitement in his orbs. It made your drenched pussy pulse in delight, biting your swollen lip before slowly accepting his hand and placing yourself on his lap.

Your heart swelled at the sight of him below you. There is no point denying that you have imagined this exact scene many times—and, being able to finally see it just added more heat in your abdomen. His wide palm rested on your hips for support, pupils intently studying your face from your eyes to your lips.

Falling deep into your needs, you went in to kiss his plump lips. Soobin immediately accepted your advances, one hand flying to your nape to deepen the kiss. Muffled sounds came from you, hips mindlessly reacting by subtly grinding itself on his. The delicious friction that came from it made the both of you moan, tongues colliding in sync that almost suffocates you.

“Fuck,” You heard a voice on your side, before you felt a hand on your shoulder, forcefully pulling you out from Soobin's drowning kisses. “I can’t wait,” Beomgyu breathes before his lips once again find their way into yours. A whine escapes your throat, unable to keep up from how torrid he is moving on your lips.

Soobin didn't even bother to scold him, not when he is now busy peeling the straps of your dress. Your mind begins to feel torn at the overwhelming feelings they are giving to your body, brain unable to focus on what you should think about first—Beomgyu's hot tongue swirling past your lips or Soobin's fingers that are on their way of exposing your tits.

The humid air hits your chest the moment your step brother pulls down the built-in pads of your dress, freeing your mounds with your nipples perked up. “Fucking knew these were perfect.”

You moaned between Beomgyu's torrid kiss, giving his wet muscle more access inside your mouth. A choked-up sound left you when he shoved his tongue into you, shared drool slipping past your lips.

You haven't moved on from the feeling of Beomgyu's tongue deep in your throat when you felt Soobin's warm breath near your nipple. A surge of luscious sensation fills your nerves, one hand going to the brunette’s shoulder and rapidly tapping it as a sign that you are running out of air.

Thankfully, he received it well, only for his lips to drop to your jaw. You tilt your head back, giving him more access to your neck. An airy gasp left you when the man below you began to roll his tongue on your bud, drawing slow circles on it before harshly sucking it. As if they always think alike, Beomgyu did the same thing on your neck, even leaving feathery kisses on the mark he just left.

It just got worse when Soobin started to move his hips below you, tripling the pleasure you are receiving from them. His other hand also went to caress your untouched mound, pinching your nipple before rolling his thumb on it.

“Mhhmpph, w–wait…” One of your hands went to Soobin's blonde locks, overstimulated limbs trying to stay aware of what the two of them were doing to your body. Beomgyu cackled on your pleas, stopping for one second to remove his shirt before getting back on leaving trails of kisses on your shoulder.

“Sorry, sunshine,” He mumbled between his pecks, “Mom and dad will come back soon, we can't have them seeing us like this…” Worry filled your weary insides, cheeks burning at the thoughts of being caught in the act by your own parents. However, those cohesive thoughts began to disperse when Soobin suddenly bit your bud, abruptly screaming out of pain.

Your step brother briefly giggled against your flesh, peppering your boobs with pliant kisses as a silent apology. He then pulled out, for then Beomgyu called his attention.

“Wanna eat her out?” The brunette suggested, talking too casually as if you are not listening in between them. This halted Soobin's hips, obviously considering what his best friend just said. “One of the best I had, believe me.”

The heat of your body amplified at his remarks, getting more and more embarrassingly drenched. The blonde gave you a short glance, eyes as twice as determined the last time you saw it. He gave your lips a peck before guiding your body to hop out his lap.Trying to remember what you did with Beomgyu, you were about to lay down when he suddenly stopped you. Momentarily confused, you blinked at him—only for a devilish smirk to form in his face.

“Sh–Shouldn't I lay—”

“There are other ways to do it,” He explained, eyes darting into your plush chest that are presented in front of him. “Plus, where is the fun if he is the only one who gets his share?”

Soobin huffed at his friend's nuances, fixing his position before laying on his back. Not knowing what to do, your arm tried to cover your breast while giving them confused looks. Beomgyu fetched your hand in your chest, pulling you up so you could kneel.

“Sit on your brother’s face,” Your eyes dilated at his order, heart pounding as you gaze at the blonde who was already ready. Heart pounding, there is nothing you could do when the younger guy assisted you to place yourself in Soobin's face.

The fabrics of your yellow dress covered his head. Your mind was partly worried if your step brother could still properly breathe between your thighs, half of it unable to function anymore by how stimulated you have been for the last couple of minutes. Stings of whine left you when his breath reached your aching cunt, shuddering at the tingling feeling.

Beomgyu still has his hand supporting you, also kneeling in the mat while his hand fumbles on the button of his shorts. You want to keep yourself aware of what he is doing but your eyes inevitably close shut when Soobin's lips begin to leave tiny kisses on your cloathed pussy, nails digging into Beomgyu's palm as you also feel his tongue drenching your ruined undies.

“Haah, Soob—” Your other hand almost went to his hair but the man in front of you caught it. Lost at what happened, your eyes fluttered open—only to see Beomgyu with his thick, erect cock whipped out of his shorts. Mouth gaping at the sight, panic clawed in your throat when he led your hand into the base of his length.

All of those directions he gave you before turned blurry as you cannot seem to focus, especially now that Soobin is constantly licking your slick through your panties. Beomgyu seemed to notice, ragged breaths leaving him as he guided your hand up and down his cock.

“Remember what I taught you, sunshine?” You could feel fire running in your skin with how sultry he sounds, getting more turned on when he spat directly on his tip which also hit your skin. Strained groans came from him the moment you start jerking his cock on your own, fist in a deliberate pace.

Beomgyu hissed when at warmth of his saliva, perfectly coating his girth with the help of your palm. He then stepped two steps backward, giving you enough space to bend your upper body and for your mouth to reach his dick. The way his veins pulsate under the brush of your hand feeds your longing ego, fixing your position above Soobin's face so that you could suck the younger without any hindrance.

Now in all-fours, you could see Beomgyu's dark eyes focused on the curve of your back in your peripheral vision. “Such a good sister,” The brunette snickered, once again giving you a soft pat in the head. “Serving me while letting her brother eat her out.” Your cunt throbbed at his words, and even shortly froze when Soobin swayed enough fabrics of your panties. Letting the humid brush into your trembling pussy lips.

You could feel your juices dripping into your thighs when your step brother starts to suck into your clit, lapping it like it is the sweetest treat he ever tried. Mouth shaping into an O in every moan you voice, Beomgyu quickly turned it into a chance to thrust his cock into your lips.

Heedless with his movement, you failed to accommodate his thick cock in one go, audibly gagging around it. The younger vilely laughed at your state of misery, pulling out his length just to check if you are still able to use your airway.

“Too much? You already got it the first time.” He joked, nastily smudging his precum into your parted lips. There is a part of you that wants to defend yourself, but your mind kept slipping up with the way Soobin is using his tongue to torture your sopping pussy. You were unconsciously grinding your hips to his face, the grip you have on Beomgyu’s cock getting tighter.

Trying to regain yourself, you gaped your lips to take his tip to give it a light kiss. You felt him shudder at your touch, getting more excited to show him more. With your tongue, you gave his cockhead a swirl, slowly taking in the salty taste of his liquid. Your hand once again moved to jerk his length, helplessly breathing through your nose as Soobin’s pace in making out with your poor cunt grew rapidly.

“Bet you kept dreaming about that day, huh?” Beomgyu's tone is laced with cockiness, his hips began to follow the direction of your fist pumping his dick. You were about to push yourself deep into his inches when you uncontrollably yelped at Soobin's wide tongue rigorously swiping into your slit.

Once again failing to take him in, the brunette took charge of forcing you to swallow his entire cock. He impatiently thrust his length midway, grunting at the warmness of your mouth coating him. Even on the verge of choking, you now managed to appropriately suck his cock, tongue wiggling slightly just to add pleasure.

The coil on your abdomen went unbearable with how the both of them are treating your body—especially Soobin, who is poking your feeble bud with the tip of his tongue. Your moans were muffled around Beomgyu's wide girth, sending luscious vibration into the younger who has his head thrown back.

In desperation for more friction, you also began to move your hips to ride your step brother's tongue. However, he firmly gripped your thighs, stopping you from moving your lower region. “Easy, sis,” He gritted below you, so airy and deep that it almost went past your ears. “You can't cum just yet.”

Another set of drools escaped your mouth as you tried to form a reply to Soobin while your mouth was still stuffed with Beomgyu’s dick. You could feel the younger’s eagerness to fit his whole size until he reached the back of your throat but he knew that you were too fragile for him to push further. Thus, he held into your cheeks, barely controlling himself so you wouldn't suffocate while sucking him.

His breaths became uneven, chest heaving as your fist started to twist around his base. “Shit, angel,” He purrs, hips rattling on your face. “Fuck, that is so good. Don't suck it too hard.”

The pace of his hips began to grow faster, not even minding if your teeth are grating into his veins. You could feel his hand travelling into your hair, grasping into your strands with delicate force to keep himself grounded.

With your mouth busy with Beomgyu's cock, you have failed to notice the shift in Soobin's position below you. Slowly adjusting himself to stoop lower and reach your quivering hole. You violently coughed around the dick on your mouth you felt the tip of his tongue prodding it, thighs unhelpfully clamping themselves on your step brother's face.

“You good, baby?” The younger asked, putting finger on your chin and giving it a lift, causing his girth to slip out your lips. You looked thoroughly wrecked under his touch, tears forming into your eyes when you felt Soobin giving your tweaking hole a quick lick. The tense feeling on your abdomen went rigid, wanton moans coming out your lips before riding his wet muscle that is in an up and down direction.

Beomgyu grinned at the sight, bright eyes watching how scandalous you look while you humping your step brother's tongue. This view of you goes beyond every porn and hentai he had binge watched with the guy, even better now that they are both experiencing it first hand.

“Gonna cum on your brother's tongue, sunshine?” He taunts, a proud smile resting on his lips like it is a deserving award that he had turned you into some kind of slut. His smile grew wider when you frantically nodded your head, tongue nearly lollying out like a poor dog with how much of a pleasurable torment Soobin's tongue is giving you.

The feeling of your pussy being lapped by your brother while you prettily sit on his face with his best friend stimulating you with his words is beyond what you had imagined. And, with thought of how good it must be to cum on Soobin's mouth has sent you to the edge, splurging hot, sticky liquids straight into his tongue.

Your frail body has collapsed under the intense surge of uncomfortable slick running down your thighs. Luckily, Beomgyu was there to support your figure, too weak to even remove yourself in the older's face. He guided you to rest on his lap, freeing his best friend between your thighs.

Soobin then sat up, thumb brushing in his bottom lip as traces of your wetness trails down his chin. He offered a sly smile, before sucking in the remaining essence to make sure nothing was wasted.

It made him a hundred times glorious as he already is. And, it is making your nerves hypersensitive with how your pussy began to uncontrollably throb at the mere sight of him.

The subtle twitches of your body didn't go past Beomgyu's eyes, hands snaking into your dress to completely peel off your panties. Goosebumps run through your body when the warm air directly hits your cunt, tweaking into the younger's arms.

“Fuck, Bin, look at this.” He then blurted, both palms forcing your thighs to open wide. “She is hungry, don't you think?”

Intrigued, Soobin followed the direction of this friend. And, being the one you could visibly see, you were at awe with the sudden change in his face. His tempting, dulled pupils went focused and dark, with his jaw tightening alluringly.

Before you could even focus on what Beomgyu is doing on your body, your gaze went down to your step brother's soiled shorts, with his big bulge evidently begging to be freed. To be fair, you have always known that Soobin was big—even bigger than his friend. Aside from catching him watching pornographic anime, you have once seen him jerking himself with his door left ajar.

He has a girth that could stretch your hole wide without filling you with his whole length. Realizing that you are obviously eyeing his crotch, his fingers began to fumble within the garters of his shorts. Your heart was rigorously hammering in excitement, hips moving by itself just to seek for any friction.

As you were sitting on his lap, Beomyu took the chance to rub himself in your leaking clit. The delicious grind felt perfect for your needy cunt, back leaning into his chest while your eyes remained to your step brother who was now slowly fisting his erect cock.

“So wet for us, baby,” The brunette whispered behind you, subtly aligning his cock into your hole. Broken moans left you, chunks of tears sliding in your cheeks as you felt overly sensitive with how his tip teased your beaten pussy. Soobin was about to crawl his way to the both of you when his phone suddenly rang.

Your heart dropped in your stomach, instinctively sitting straight but Beomgyu went to press you closer to his body. The protest you had turned into an audible whine the moment you felt Beomgyu leisurely entering your walls, filling you up while he is looking at his friend who is double thinking if he should answer the call or not.

Soobin, who was turning impatient that the younger was once again taking charge without him, hurriedly answered the call of your mother. A loud scream scratched your throat when Beomgyu pushed you down his entire length without letting your poor pussy adjust, forcing Soobin to drop the call in an instant.

“The fuck was that?” He howled, tightly gripping his phone while glaring at Beomgyu who was smirking at your reaction. His cock was perfectly seated inside you, momentarily twitching when you once again helplessly whined under his touch.

Not minding his pissed off friend on the other side of the mat, his hand flew in both of your hips, wholly supporting your tired body. “This pussy hasn't changed one bit,” Beomgyu growled, strained groans leaving him when your pussy clamped his cock the moment he moved. “But we really need to stay quiet this time, can you do that?” He added, palm diligently travelling to the curve of your mounds to give it a squish.

The phone began to ring again, but now that you are once again under the mercy of Beomgyu's thick and heavy cock, your mind was already shutting down to even care. Soobin let out an irritated huff, carelessly answering the screen while keeping his eyes on the lewd scene in front of him.

“Hello?” He breathes airy, one palm still firm around his cock. Your mom's cheerful tone was barely heard from the other side, making your brother roll his eyes. You cannot deny that this situation has made you fired up, causing your puffy cunt to spill out liquids that made the guy behind you giggle.

“You really like it when we are on the verge of being caught, don't you?” His tone was filled with mockery, hips gradually moving below you that caused his cock to reach deeper. “Does all of this seem familiar, angel?” He grilled, busying his fingers on your nipple. You gritted your teeth, trying to keep your moans to avoid getting caught.

“Yeah, the loud scream was hers, she was hanging out with us in the lake,” You watched as Soobin's fist went faster, in awe with how composed he is on the phone. The beat of your heart flourished when your eyes met, with a cunning smile sitting in his lips. “Of course she was having fun.”

The younger soon caught up with your short exchange with Soobin, using his hand on your chest to cup your cheeks and force you to face him. “One cock is not enough for you?” He hissed, before pulling you into an aggressive kiss.

“Hmmpff—” Your whines are muffled while Beomgyu swallows them, “Such a whore for our attention,” He mumbled between the kiss, erratic breaths leaving him now that he is picking up the pace.

Soobin throwed burning daggers at your exposed body enveloped in Beomgyu's arms, “We are good with anything, you two decide.” His tone went bored, poking his inside cheek as tried to remain calm as he played with his tip. This is totally one of your differences, he knows how to handle himself well while you are wholly messed up.

“You are on your way back now?” Your hand flew to cover your mouth when Beomgyu shifted his angle, hitting that spongy spot that made your toes curl. Despite the fact that Beomgyu is literally devouring your lips, you tried to listen to the conversation Soobin was having with your mom. The mixture of guilt, embarrassment, and neediness reigns on your chest, eyes hot and blurry with tears of pleasure.

“15 minutes? Okay, take care,” That was the last thing you heard before you the younger let go of your face, pulling out from the kiss. A raspy groan left him when he noticed how swollen your lips are, even looking at him with those glassy eyes he adores.

“I might really cum if you continued looking at me like that,” He mumbled, halting his hips before looking at his friend—who was already killing the younger with his eyes.

“Learn how to share, fuckass.” The blonde then proceeds to kneel in front of you. His palms landed on your trembling thighs, only to see how puffy your pussy turned after being filled up by his best friend. Your heart almost stopped beating with the way he touched you, chest heaving as you cannot foresee what his next action would be.

Beomgyu cackled at the older's comment, fingers on your nipple began to give it a gentle twist that made you wince. “Are you thinking what I am thinking?” He notoriously asked, chin now resting on your shoulder. Having no clue what they are talking about, you unconsciously clutched your step brother's hand, anxiously gulping when he just gave you a smirk.

“Give her to me,” Soobin then ordered, throwing you into deep confusion. Just like an object they possess, you were passed into one lap to another. Your shaky hands are placed into the blonde's broad shoulders, still searching for an answer in his eyes.

You were still drowned in his intense stare when you felt a tip prodding on your loose hole, shivering with how sensitive you are after being pounded not so long ago. “Still good?” He momentarily assures, and after a half-minded nod, his cock begins to rip you open.

There was something about Soobin that you cannot point out, something that itches your body's needs in the perfect way possible. Your heavenly fused moans are scattered in the greenery, walls tightly hugging his cock as it was easier to take him in after Beomgyu's dick prepped you beautifully.

“Shit, your cunt is suffocating me,” His words are impossibly heard by how strained his voice is. You were no better, worn out throat now only able to create mumble sounds after all the moaning. He was almost fully in when you felt another tip from behind. In instant panic, you turned to Beomgyu, who has been peppering your shoulder with weary kisses.

“W–Wait, I cannot—”

“Shhh, they are coming back soon so we need to hurry.”

Soft sobs left your lips, head nuzzling into your step brother's neck as the younger starts to tear your walls past its limit. Soobin huskily exhaled at the feeling of his friend's cock slowly grinding into his, yet still managed to draw small circles on your thighs as he coos at you.

Which was what you could consider as an act out of character.

“A bit more, yeah?” He whispered into your ear, cock twitching at the sounds of your sniffs. Your hole was burning with how stretched it is, whole senses and nerves working overtime just to accommodate the two huge girth thrusting themselves. Your fists are turned into a ball, nails digging into your palm as you feel helpless in between them.

“Too much—Too full… Please…” Your pleas hurt the soul of one, but feeds the ego of the other. Beomgyu lowly chuckled when your cunt uncontrollably gushed out liquids, overstimulated with the cocks pulsating inside you.

“We'll move slow, yeah?” He then assured, hands on your hips like he is steadying you on what's to come. “Trust us.” His words and their idle heavy girth combined are enough to make you feel the familiar lewd build up in your lower stomach, sweat gliding into your temple with the thoughts of cumming for the second time this day.

You should have known better and not rely on his words, because the moment you nod your head, Soobin's thick cock began to ram his way into the depths of your cunt, earning a wrecked moan from you. Being the jerk he is, Beomgyu didn't back down as his hips snapped in the plush of your ass.

“Fuck, baby, this is the best day of my life,” The younger cheered, his lips going to your neck to leave love bites and marks all over your skin. The burdening pressure on your abdomen left you uneasy, mind almost blacking out with how they started to go at a rapid pace.

“Your pussy is lovely, sis,” Soobin snickered, one palm groping your tits as his hips rocked harder. “Beomgyu was right about you.” He continued, before his other hand on your thigh traveled to play with your swollen folds. The thoughts of him finally confirming that he knew about everything that happened on that day just made you more hazy, your sobs and moan fusing together that became music to their ears.

With the build-up of your release growing faster, you made the tiniest effort to meet their hips halfway. But giving up within seconds as you cannot catch up with how eager their movements are. “Cum… Haaaah—” You didn't manage to complete the word when the knot on your stomach snapped, coating their lengths with those hot, sticky juices.

Your whole body fluttered into Soobin's chest, fat chunks of tears dwelling in your eyes as they didn't stop torturing your poor cunt. Beyond the overwhelming feeling of cumming, you are thoroughly overstimulated with how their cockheads take turns bumping into that sweet spot that made your abused cunt gush out more liquid.

“You did well—Shit… Did well, baby… It's our turn now.”

Ragged breaths are heard on both of their mouths, evidently trying to chase their own high. Despite the pain of oversensitivity, you tried to help them by snugging both of their girth, a woeful whimper leaving you with how the veins of their cock tingles every nerve of your pent-up walls.

“Need to cum—fuck!” Beomgyu's curse filled the air the moment you felt a thick rope of cum pumping deep into your cunt, thighs quivering with how full you felt. The younger’s uneven exhales were fanning your reddening skin, even leaving another set of kisses while he rode down his high.

Soobin shook his head in disappointment, still busy drilling himself to your hole as he chased his own pleasure. “Impatient shit as always,” He grunts, head throwing back as his cock begins to flood your pussy with his own seed.

You rigidly shudder at the feeling of being stuffed with different cums, eyes tightly closed while you wearily gather your breaths. Soobin was the first to pull out, followed by Beomgyu who still has his lips latched on your skin. You hissed at the contact, face contorting into a grimace when you felt the mixture of cum pouring out to the wrinkled picnic mat.

Silence prevailed between the three of you, stuck in the position of nasty three-people sandwich who are drenched with cums and sweat. Soobin sighed as he pushed Beomgyu's head away from your neck, giving you some space to stretch your exhausted limbs.

“They are about to be back,” He announced, using the back of his hand to wipe out the scattered tears and sweat on your face. “We need to get into the lake.”

Confused, you sat up straight with your remaining strength. “Wait, why?” Your voice sounded too raw, throat too dry from everything you have done.“

They both thought that we were hanging out in the lake,” Your step brother kindly explained, yet the small tug in his lips left you restless. “Plus, you didn't think that we are done now, did you?”

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Manager Kim never said it like that. He only asked if you needed more time, if you were sure, if you wanted to talk through options before making anything official.

But you knew that you were just scared.

Not of the job. Never because of this job.

You missed the job so badly it embarrassed you. You missed schedules and fittings and venue calls. You missed knowing what someone needed before they asked. You missed the strange chaos of keeping five grown men alive, fed, clothed, and mostly on time.

You missed them. That was the part you didn’t say out loud.

You missed Kai sending you blurry selfies with captions like do i look alive be honest. You missed Beomgyu complaining just to hear himself talk. You missed Taehyun quietly fixing problems before anyone else noticed them. You missed Yeonjun acting above the chaos while being half the reason for it.

And you missed Soobin.

You missed Soobin in the way you were most ashamed of. Not casually. Not safely. You missed him like a habit you had worked five weeks to break.

Which was why coming back felt so terrifying.

Because missing him had never been the problem. The problem was that you didn’t know which version of him would be waiting for you.

You had no idea if you’d be met with the sweet, flirty and slightly needy version of him. Or if the cruel one who made your boundaries feel like a betrayal was waiting for you.

So when you walked into the company building that morning, your stomach was tight enough to hurt.

Manager Kim met you in the lobby.

“You ready?” he asked.

You adjusted the strap of your bag. “No.”

He almost smiled. “That’s fair.”

“I can still leave.” You said half-joking.

“You can.” He looked at you, not taking your words as a joke.

You looked over at him.

He nodded once, serious now. “At any point. You’re not trapped here.”

That helped more than you wanted to admit.

You took a breath, then followed him upstairs.

The practice room door was already open.

You heard Kai before you saw him. “Is she here?”

Then footsteps, quick ones running in your direction. Then Kai appeared in the doorway, eyes wide, mouth open like he had just witnessed a miracle.

“Oh my god.”

You barely had time to brace before he crossed the hall and wrapped both arms around you.

“You’re back,” he said, squeezing you hard.

You laughed despite yourself. “Kai, I need air.”

“No. You left me with Manager Kim for five weeks.”

From inside the room, Beomgyu shouted, “SHE’S BACK?”

A second later, he was there too, dramatic as ever, clutching his chest. “Do you know what we’ve been through?” Beomgyu exhaled as if he’d been through the trenches.

“You had professional management,” Manager Kim said dryly.

Beomgyu ignored him. “Oppression.”

Taehyun appeared behind him with a relieved smile. “Welcome back.”

Yeonjun leaned against the wall, arms crossed, but his grin gave him away. “Please never leave us with him again.”

Manager Kim sighed. “I’m standing right here.”

“That’s the issue,” Beomgyu said.

You laughed again, and something in your chest loosened.

It didn’t fix everything you were feeling but it loosened the tension that was burning under your skin.

Then your eyes moved past them. Soobin was inside the practice room.

He wasn’t rushing toward you. He wasn’t staring like he was owed something. He wasn’t sulking in the corner either.

He was standing near the mirrors, hands at his sides, watching quietly.

When your eyes met, your body prepared itself.

For guilt, tension. For some unreadable look that would make you feel like you had done something wrong by coming back.

But Soobin only gave you a small nod.

Not cold or wounded. Just careful like he understood that even looking at you too long might be too much. Your throat tightened at the sight. 

Manager Kim cleared his throat. “Alright. Everyone has ten minutes before schedule review.”

The others groaned immediately.

You slipped back into motion almost on instinct, pulling your tablet from your bag. “It’s not that bad, guys.”

Beomgyu pointed at you. “See? That. I missed that.”

“You missed being told what to do?” You raised an eyebrow.

“I missed it being you.” Yeonjun shrugged.

You rolled your eyes, but your smile stayed.

The morning moved easier than you expected.

You should’ve accepted it, moved on and just let it be the way it was. Yet you kept waiting for the catch.

When Kai forgot where he put his in-ears, Soobin didn’t snap. He helped look. When Beomgyu interrupted you three times during schedule review, Soobin didn’t glare until the room went quiet. He only said, “Let her finish.”

He wasn’t cold or mean, just firm.

When you corrected Soobin on a timing issue for one of those pre-recorded interviews, your pulse jumped before you even finished the sentence. Old instinct.

You expected his face to close off.

Expected the shift. Expected that familiar sting of him taking your job personally.

Instead, Soobin looked down at the updated script and nodded.

“You’re right,” he said. “I missed that.”

That was it. No attitude, no punishment disguised as distance. Just acceptance.

You stared for half a second too long. He didn’t call you on it but he noticed.

By lunch, you had seen it enough times to know it wasn’t an accident.

He was trying. No, it was more than trying. He was stopping himself before the damage happened, maybe that was the first time you realized there was a difference.

By the time the day started winding down, you were exhausted in a way you hadn’t expected.

Not from the schedule. From watching.

You kept catching yourself doing it. Watching Soobin when someone interrupted him. Watching him when a staff member corrected something. Watching him when Beomgyu pushed too far with a joke or when Kai forgot something he was supposed to remember.

You weren’t waiting for him to fail. At least, you didn’t think you were. However, you were waiting for the shift.

The old one. The tightening of his jaw. The wounded silence. The way he used to turn small disappointments into proof that everyone was against him.

It never came. Not once. Maybe that was the part that unsettled you most. He wasn’t reaching for you every few seconds anymore. He wasn’t orbiting you like you were the only thing keeping him upright.

That should have made you feel better. Instead, it made you feel strange. Because part of you had prepared for the worst so thoroughly that you didn’t know what to do with better.

You were packing your tablet away when Soobin stopped a few feet from you.

“Do you have a minute?”

Your fingers paused.

The room was almost empty. Yeonjun and Taehyun had already left. Kai was somewhere down the hall bothering a stylist. Beomgyu had disappeared the second he heard food was being ordered.

Still, your first instinct was to say no.

Soobin seemed to notice. He took half a step back. “If not, that’s okay.”

That made you look at him.

Not because it was dramatic but because it wasn’t. There was no pressure in his voice. No wounded edge. No silent punishment waiting behind the words.

Just an option.

You let out a slow breath. “I have a minute.”

He nodded toward the chairs near the wall. “Can we sit?”

You hesitated again then you nodded. The two of you sat with one empty chair between you.

You noticed that too. Soobin didn’t try to close the space.

For a moment, neither of you spoke.

Then he looked down at his hands and said, “Thank you.”

You turned your head slightly. “You said that earlier.”

“I know.” His mouth twitched, but it wasn’t really a smile. “I didn’t say it enough.”

Your chest tightened. “Soobin—”

“I’m not going to make you comfort me,” he said quickly.

You stopped.

He inhaled, slow and careful. “That’s one of the things I’m trying to stop doing.”

The honesty of it made your throat feel tight.

He kept looking at his hands. “When I feel bad, I make it someone else’s responsibility to make me feel better. Usually yours.”

You didn’t say anything because he was right. He was finally admitting his biggest fault.

“And when you don’t,” he continued, “I act like you’re hurting me.” His fingers flexed once against his knee. “I did that when you said no.”

You swallowed.

Soobin finally looked at you.

“I’m sorry.” His voice was quiet.

No desperation. No panic. No flood of texts. No attempt to pull forgiveness out of you before you were ready.

Just sorry.

“I know I already texted it,” he said. “And I know that probably made it worse because I kept texting when you didn’t answer.”

Your eyes dropped.

“I panicked,” he admitted. “But that doesn’t matter. I still shouldn’t have done it.”

You looked back at him. He held your gaze for a second, then looked away first.

“I was angry because you said no, and instead of accepting that, I tried to make you feel guilty. I made it sound like you were ashamed of me. I mocked your job. I said you forgot it was supposed to be a job.” His voice faltered slightly there, but he steadied it. “That was cruel.”

You felt the words settle between you. For five weeks, you had imagined him apologizing.

You had imagined him saying he didn’t mean it. Saying he was hurt. Saying he was scared. Saying anything that would make you feel like you had to understand him before you were allowed to be angry.

This was different. He wasn’t explaining it in a way that made him innocent. He was naming it.

“I hated you a little for that,” you admitted.

Soobin nodded. The lack of protest almost hurt.

“You should have.” He agreed.

You looked over at him, his hair falling into his face.  He gave you a small, sad smile. “I hated me too.”

“That’s not what I meant.”

“I know.” He looked down again. “Sorry.”

Another pause but you’re the one that spoke up this time. “I didn’t want to leave.”

His face changed, not dramatically. But enough.

“I know.”

“No, you don’t.” Your voice stayed quiet, but something in it sharpened. “I love this job. I worked hard to get here, and I felt like I had to walk away because being around you started feeling unsafe.”

Soobin’s throat bobbed. “I know.”

This time, you believed that he did.

“I wasn’t scared you’d hurt me physically,” you said. “I was scared of what version of you I’d get every time I told you no.”

His eyes shut briefly. You kept going before you lost your nerve.

“I was scared that doing my job would make you resent me. I was scared that if I drew a line, you’d punish me for it. And I was scared because part of me still wanted to cross it.”

Soobin opened his eyes but you looked away. You couldn’t look at him even though you so desperately wanted to.

“That’s why I needed to leave.”

The silence after that was heavy, but not angry. 

Soobin’s voice was careful when he spoke again. “Do you still want to?”

You knew what he meant. He wanted to see how you felt about that line now that there was distance.

You stared at the floor. “That’s not a fair question.”

His face fell slightly. Then he nodded. “You’re right. I shouldn’t have asked that.”

No guilt, just acceptance.

You breathed out slowly. “I don’t know what I want,” you said. “But I know what I need.”

Soobin nodded again. “Boundaries.”

“Yes.” You said quickly but firm.

“I can do that.”He corrected himself almost immediately. “I’m learning to do that.”

That felt more honest.

You nodded once. “I need you to not come to me for everything,” you said. “Not emotionally. Not when you’re spiraling. Not when you want me to fix how you feel.”

“I know.”

“And if I say no, I need it to just be no.”

His voice softened. “Okay.”

“No arguing.”

“Okay.”

“No making me explain until you find a reason to be hurt.”

That one landed. You saw it, a shift in his face but he recovered quickly. Only nodding in response.“Okay.”

You studied him for a moment.

“You’re being very agreeable.”

A small breath of laughter left him. “I’m trying not to be annoying.”

“You’re always annoying.”

His mouth twitched. For the first time all day, the air between you almost felt familiar.

Then Soobin looked at you again, more serious. “I’m going to therapy.”

“I know.”

“I don’t want you to think I’m doing it just so you come back.”

You didn’t answer right away.

He continued, “I mean… I wanted you to come back. I still do. Obviously. But I know that can’t be the reason.”

Your fingers tightened around the strap of your bag as he talked.

“My therapist said if I make getting better about earning someone back, then I’ll stop trying the second I don’t get what I want.”

You blinked. That was painfully accurate and reassuring that it wasn’t just a thing you saw about him.

Soobin smiled faintly at your expression. “Yeah. I hated hearing that too.”

Despite yourself, you almost smiled. He looked relieved by even that much.

“She also said there’s a difference between wanting someone and making them your obsession,” he said quietly. His eyes flicked to yours for half a second. “Between caring about someone and needing them to keep you okay.”

You looked down at your hands. “I think I liked it sometimes,” you admitted. “Being the person you looked for first.”

Soobin’s expression softened, but he didn’t move closer.

“But it was too much,” you said.

“I know,” he replied. “I don’t want to need anyone like that anymore.”

He inhaled carefully before speaking again. “I’m doing it because I don’t want to keep being someone people have to recover from.”

Your throat tightened. That sentence hurt more than you anticipated. Because for once, he wasn’t asking you to tell him he wasn’t that bad.

You nodded slowly. “Good.”

He accepted that too. Just good. Nothing more.

The door opened down the hall, voices echoing faintly. The moment was almost over.

You stood first. Soobin stood too, but didn’t move closer.

“I’m glad you came back,” he said.

You looked up at him, his hands finding a place in his pockets as he looked at you. “I’m glad today wasn’t terrible,” you replied.

His smile was small. “High praise.”

“It is for us.”

“Yeah,” he said softly. “It is.”

Before you reached the door, he spoke again. “Y/N?”

You froze where you were.

“I won’t ask you for anything else.”

Your hand rested on the doorframe. You didn’t turn around right away.

Then you glanced back at him. “Good.”

And this time, when you left the room, he let you.

He stood near the entrance for a second too long, looking like he already regretted asking to speak.

You sat on one side of the couch, knees tucked close, hoodie sleeves pulled over your hands. Your phone was face down on the table, the screen finally dark after hours of schedules, updates, and quiet damage control.

“You can sit,” you said, quieter than you meant to.

Soobin nodded and took the spot at the opposite end.

For a while, neither of you said anything. You watched him carefully, refusing to push. Refusing to soften too quickly. He was the one who had texted you. He was the one who had asked for this.

So you waited.

Soobin rubbed both hands over his face, dragging them down until his fingers rested against his mouth. “I don’t know how to start.”

“You’re the one who asked to talk.” You shrugged.

“I know.”

“So start anywhere.”

His eyes flickered to yours, then away. The bus rocked gently beneath you.

“I’ve been awful to you.”

You didn’t answer right away. Soobin swallowed.

“I know I have,” he continued. “And I know everyone keeps saying I’m stressed or tired or whatever, but that doesn’t really excuse it.”

“No,” you said quietly. “It doesn’t.”

He nodded once, like he had expected that. “Yeah.”

Another silence settled between you.

You leaned back against the seat, arms folded loosely over yourself. “Is that what you wanted to say?”

“No.” His voice cracked slightly from exhaustion, and he cleared his throat. “No, I just… I don’t know how to say the rest without sounding pathetic.”

“You won’t sound pathetic to me.”

That almost made him smile. Instead, his face twisted for half a second before he looked down at the ground.

“I’m tired,” he said.

“I know.”

“No, like…” He shook his head. “Not sleepy tired. Not ‘I need a day off’ tired. I mean I wake up and I already feel done. I get on stage and I know I’m supposed to be grateful, and I am, but sometimes I’m standing there and all I can think is, how many more times do I have to be this version of myself?”

Your expression softened despite your best efforts.

Still, you didn’t interrupt him.

Soobin stared at his hands. “And then I come off stage and everyone needs something. Staff, fans, the company, the guys, the internet. I can’t even mess up quietly. If I breathe wrong, it feels like it turns into a headline.”

His jaw tightened. “And then you came in.” He looked up at you finally. “And you were good at it.”

“At what?”

“Handling me.”

Your mouth parted slightly, but you didn’t speak. You weren’t sure how you were supposed to respond.

Soobin let out a small, humorless laugh. “You didn’t cry. You didn’t yell. You didn’t beg me to stop. You didn’t give me the reaction I wanted, and I hated that.”

Your face shifted before you could stop it. “The reaction you wanted?”

He looked ashamed before he even answered. “I wanted you to care.”

“I did care.”

“I know.” His voice dropped. “I knew you cared because you kept fixing everything. You kept showing up. You kept making sure I got from one place to another, making sure nothing got worse, making sure nobody else had to deal with it.”

His eyes were glossy now, but he didn’t cry. “I think I wanted you to stop being professional for one second and just… be mad at me.”

You stared at him, disbelief flickering across your face. “I was mad at you.”

“I know.”

“No, I don’t think you do.” Your voice stayed quiet, but something sharpened underneath it. “I was mad when you posted things you knew you weren’t supposed to. I was mad when you made me clean up messes you created on purpose. I was mad when you talked to me like I was just another person trying to control you.”

Soobin took it without looking away.

“And I was hurt,” you added.

Your words landed harder, making his face fall.

“I know.”

“No,” you said, almost scoffing. “You don’t get to say you know just because you feel guilty now.”

He went still, like he didn’t know where to put himself anymore.

You exhaled slowly, calming yourself down before speaking. “You embarrassed me in front of people I have to work with. You made me feel stupid for trying. And then every time I thought maybe you were done punishing me, you found a new way to prove you weren’t.”

Soobin’s throat bobbed. “I’m sorry.”

You looked at him for a long moment, unsure what to do with those words.

“For what?”

His brows pulled together, like he didn’t understand how the two words weren’t clear enough.

You didn’t soften. “If you’re going to apologize, then apologize. Don’t just say sorry because you don’t like how accountability feels.”

Soobin looked down again, but only for a second.

Then he nodded. “I’m sorry for making my burnout your problem.”

You stayed quiet, waiting.

“I’m sorry for disrespecting you when you were only doing your job. I’m sorry for trying to get a reaction out of you because I didn’t know how to ask if you still cared.”

His voice thinned. “And I’m sorry for making you feel alone when you were already carrying too much.”

Your eyes dropped to the table. It felt too scary to look at him now that he had apologized properly. Not half-hearted or vague. Not just enough to end the conversation.

Soobin noticed, his face crumpling slightly. “I didn’t think about that,” he whispered. “I kept thinking I was the only one drowning.”

You managed a small, humorless smile. “You weren’t.”

“I know that now.”

The bus rolled on through the dark. Neither of you spoke for a minute.

Then Soobin said, barely above a whisper, “I don’t think I’m okay anymore.”

You looked up at him. The confession seemed to terrify him the second it left his mouth, like saying it out loud made it real.

You didn’t reach for him. You didn’t move closer. But your voice changed. “I know.”

His eyes searched yours. “You knew?”

“I had a feeling.”

“Why didn’t you say anything?” He looked almost offended.

“Because you wouldn’t have heard me.” You leaned forward slightly, breaking the space between you.

“Soobin, I can help with schedules. I can help with statements. I can help make sure you get from one city to the next without everything falling apart.” Your voice gentled. “But I can’t make you want help.”

His eyes filled again, tears threatening to spill. “I want help,” he said, voice breaking.

Your face softened completely this time. He had never looked this upset in front of you before. Eyes glossy, lip trembling slightly. Trying so hard not to fall apart.

“Okay,” you said simply.

You didn’t want to make a spectacle of his vulnerability.

He looked like he didn’t believe it could be that simple. “Okay?”

“Okay,” you repeated. “Then tomorrow, we talk to the right people. Quietly. No drama. No headlines. But you don’t get to keep pretending this is just attitude.”

He nodded quickly, almost desperately. “Okay.”

“And you don’t get to take it out on me anymore.”

“I won’t.”

“I mean it.” Your tone sharpened.

“I know.” His voice shook. “I won’t.”

You studied him for another second. Then you sighed, small and exhausted, and slid your phone into your pocket.

“You should try to sleep.”

Soobin looked down. “I don’t want to go back there.”

“To your bunk?” He nodded.

For a moment, he looked younger than he was. Too big for the tiny table. Too tired for the life waiting for him outside the windows.

You hesitated. Then you shifted over on the lounge seat, still leaving ample room beside you.

“You can sit over with me for a little while.” You offered.

Soobin looked at the empty space next to you, then back at you. “Are you sure?”

“Don’t make it weird.”

A tiny, fragile smile pulled at his mouth. “I won’t.”

He moved slowly, like any sudden movement might ruin the moment, and sat beside you. Not touching at first, just close enough that the silence didn’t feel as sharp.

For a while, you both sat there. Taking in the silence and the scent of his intoxicating cologne. You never realized how good he smelled before.

The road stretched endlessly ahead. The desert surrounded the bus on every side. Phoenix was still hours away. The rest of the bus slept behind you, unaware of the fragile truce forming in the front lounge.

Soobin’s shoulders lowered little by little. His breathing evened out. Then it caught again.

“I missed you,” he said suddenly.

Your eyes snapped over to him. “I’ve been right here.”

“No.” He shook his head, eyes fixed on the window. “You’ve been around. That’s different.”

Your chest tightened. “Soobin…”

“I know.” His voice was rough. “I know I don’t get to say that after how I acted.”

“You can say it,” you said quietly. “It just doesn’t make everything disappear.”

“I don’t want it to.” He turned his head toward you. “I just wanted you to know.”

You should have said something practical. Something about boundaries. Something about needing sleep. Something about how tomorrow was going to be hard enough without adding another thing neither of you knew how to handle.

Instead, you looked at him for too long. His eyes met yours.

The space between you shifted before either of you could stop it. Soobin’s eyes dropped to your mouth. Only for a second, but you noticed. And he saw that you noticed.

Neither of you moved. Then the bus hit a slight curve, gentle enough that it barely mattered, but enough for his knee to press against yours. Enough for your bodies to move closer by mere centimeters.

It shouldn’t have been anything. It shouldn't have made your heart stutter the way it did.

Soobin whispered, “Sorry.”

But he didn’t move away and neither did you. Your eyes met, the flashing of highway fluorescents moving over his face in small waves. It felt hard to look away from the sight in front of you.

Maybe that was the mistake. Or maybe that was the choice. Neither of you knew what to call it yet.

He leaned in first, slow at the start, like he was giving you every chance to stop him.

You didn’t. The kiss was soft for half a second. Then it wasn’t. Not rough or desperate in a way either of you could admit. Just sudden. Too much feeling with nowhere else to go. His hand came up to your cheek, hesitant and warm, and you leaned into it before you could think better of it.

The second kiss happened because neither of you pulled away fast enough. That was what you would tell yourself later. That it was exhaustion. That it was two in the morning. That he looked sad and you were tired and the bus was dark and quiet and moving through the middle of nowhere.

That it didn’t mean anything more than what it was.

But his thumb brushed once along your jaw, and your fingers curled into the sleeve of his hoodie, and for a moment, all the anger between you went quiet.

You pulled back first, barely leaving any space between your faces. His breath still ghosting against your lips. Soobin’s eyes opened slowly, unfocused and startled, like he hadn’t meant to do it either.

For a second, neither of you spoke. Then you let go of his sleeve slowly. Soobin's hand dropped from your face at the same reluctant pace. The absence of his warmth felt louder than the kiss.

“I should go to bed,” you said quickly.

Soobin nodded just as fast. “Yeah. Me too.”

Neither of you moved right away. Then you both did at the same time, awkward and quiet, shifting away from each other like distance could undo what had just happened.

Soobin stood slowly, looking toward the bunks instead of at you.

“Tomorrow,” you said, voice carefully even. “We’ll figure out who to talk to.”

“Yeah,” he said. “Tomorrow.”

“And you should actually sleep.”

“I’ll try.”

“Good.”

“Good.” The word sat between you stupidly. The silence filling the space around you.

Then the realization hit all at once. You could still feel his mouth on yours.

You hated it. No... actually hated the way you wanted to feel it again.

Soobin looked toward the bunks like they offered some kind of safety. Like that was the only way he could avoid looking at your lips.

“Goodnight, Soobin,” you said first, finally standing.

“Goodnight, Y/N.”

You walked toward the bunks without looking back, carefully making your way past him.

Behind you, Soobin stayed in the lounge for another moment. You heard the quiet drag of his hand through his hair, the faint exhale he tried to swallow down.

By the time you slipped into your bunk, the bus had gone quiet again. You stared at the dark ceiling, listening to the engine hum beneath you, trying not to think about the warmth of his hand or the press of his mouth.

Minutes later, Soobin passed by your bunk, careful and quiet, like even his footsteps might give him away. You closed your eyes before he could see you were still awake.

The bus kept moving toward Phoenix like nothing had happened at all.

But something had, you could still feel it. And somewhere on the other side of the curtain that was barely closed, you knew he could feel it too.