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Hongjoong gets really flustered and almost spends the entire night wanting to bring it up to you. There is a part of him that wants to tease you, watch you blush under his cocky gaze while he presses you about the reason as to why you chose him out of everyone. However, that image of him he has in his mind can't be further than the truth. By the time you are all outside waiting for your taxis, he has made zero attempts of approaching you at all, only looking at you from the other side of the table and calming his nerves with a few more drinks than he'd usually have.

He hesitantly approaches you and stands by your side while you wait for your taxi, making small talk with his hands buried deep inside the pockets of his jacket. You notice the nervous, almost buzzing energy coming from him, and the few times your eyes meet, he looks away with a tense, thin-lipped smile. It is sort of cute, you think. When your taxi arrives and you open the door, you watch as he opens and closes his mouth, swallowing whatever it is he's been trying to tell you for the past few minutes.

"Do you want to share?" you ask him, and you see his eyes widen and lips part in surprise before he nods his head and follows after you.

The drive is completely silent, his hands remain stiff over his knees and eyes fixed on the view outside the window. Once you arrive at your apartment parking lot you get out of the taxi and lean forward to speak to him while he's still sat inside. You find his big eyes blown in a bit of panic, looking for yours.

"Is this goodnight?" you ask, and you can see the gears sifting in his head before he quickly unbuckles his belt and gets out.

He stands as close as he can get without really touching you while you put the password in, his jaded breathing caressing your shoulder and making you shiver. You are embarrassed to admit that the desperation with which he starts humping you from behind as you hang your purse on the hanger it's as cute as it is arousing. The feeling of his half-hard dick against your ass and the erratic way he's breathing against your ear makes you bite down a smile, and you have to wonder if you both will even make it to the bedroom.

Seonghwa gets shy about the attention but can't deny the rush going through his veins when you plant the idea in his mind. He continues to watch you through the whole night, a bit down when he sees you make no further attempt to approach him. At one point he comes and asks if you want water, taking the chance to sit on the empty seat next to you.

"If you are worried about what I said before, don't be. It's just a game"

"Oh? Shame" his eyes are almost feline when he stares down at you, and you don't know what to say when he stretches his arm over the back of your chair "I didn't mind, at all"

He settles his hand on your knee very carefully, giving you ample time to shove his hand away. Still, he needs you to say it:

"Is this okay? If it's uncomfortable, I'll move away. I won't mention it again either"

Everyone at the table is too busy to pay you both any mind, the game and its effect have long been forgotten to notice your deep frown and stiff body minutes later either. It kind of makes you wonder if Seonghwa is used to situations like this, judging by the expertise with which he massgaes the inside of your thighs and over your cotton panties while acting completely normal to anyone else present. There's no trace on his face of anything unusual happening, his composure only breaking when he can feel the fabric dampening and sliding over your folds easily.

"I think you need some air" he says loudly, almost to make sure they all hear him "Come on"

You have never taken Seonghwa for the reckless type, and you have to wonder if you've ever really known him at all when he has his hand pressed against your mouth, keeping you quiet as he fingers you in the back alley of the restaurant. His mouth is open in an almost mocking way, and it stretches into a twisted smile as he watches the way your brows furrow over your needy eyes, moans pathetically echoing against his palm.

"Just a little more, come on"

Yunho kind of was expecting for you to say his name, his ego a bit swollen with the aid of the alcohol running through his veins. He knows the impression he makes, and he knows you let your eyes linger on his frame from time to time, no matter how much he tries to act coy with that friendly smile of his when he catches you staring. That's why he's almost upset when he doesn't see you become bashful at the teasing that comes after your answer.

"Why, why, why?"

"I don't know" you shrug "I just don't want to drink"

At first he thinks it's cute how you are trying to hide from it, but the more the night progresses, the more he starts to suspect you might actually not be affected by the situation at all. He keeps staring at you, expecting you to be looking back at him, only to see you caught in a conversation with someone else. He finishes another beer with his eyes going to you whenever he brings the glass to his mouth, and it starts to bother him how much it's starting to feel like he's the one affected by you.

"Do you have another round on you?" he asks as you stand on the side of the road, waiting for a taxi to pass by.

"Not really"

He bites the inside of his cheek when he sees your attention drifting away again, and he decides he might have to be a bit more direct.

"Not at all?" the sudden drop of his voice makes you turn, and the way he's staring down at you leaves no place for misunderstanding. Without looking away from you he signals a taxi that is coming down the street, making it stop right in front of the both of you "Get in"

You are already buzzing with anticipation, but a new type of fire burns its way through you when the only directions Yunho gives the driver are:

"The closest motel is fine"

It makes you sink on your seat in shame, and you are not proud of how that exact shame makes you clasp your thighs together. His hand rests over your leg, his own bouncing up and down the entire ride while he keeps his eyes glued to the window. He only interrupts the silence at a stop light to ask you:

"Are you okay?"

You nod, and when you see the actual worry behind his dark eyes you place a tentative hand over his. His touch relaxes, and he slides his fingers in between the plush flesh of your thighs where they press together. It's sort of scary how composed he is when paying for the room, heat flaring at your cheeks while you wait in the lobby wondering if he does this often.

"Sorry about the place" he finally turns to you when he closes the door behind him, and the way his dark eyes settle on you has you shuddering where he has you trapped between his arms "But I can't fuck you like this in your own bed"

San is already drunk when he hears your answer, and you can't tell if it affects him or not given how flushed his face already is. He looks around when people start teasing him and playfully shoving his shoulders, his hand absentmindedly rubbing at his shoulder with a lost look in his eyes where Wooyoung has delibered a particularly strong punch. You are sure he's not even aware of what's going on when his blown, vacant eyes look your way before he looks around again. You mentally curse at your own reflection when you get to the bathroom, hands under the faucet in an attempt to sober up and regain your composure at the embarrassing answer you've given. You tell yourself everyone has forgotten by now, after all everyone's questions and answers have been way more embarrassing than yours. You dry your hands with a paper towel before discarding it on the bin and opening the bathroom door, only to find San standing there.

His body sways slightly when he sees you, eyes bright and innocent as he takes a step back away from you.

"San?" you look around the small hallway that connects the bathrooms to the rest of the restaurant. You give him a once-over, noticing how lost he seems "The men's right behind you, this is the woman's" you playfully scold with a smile.

"I know" he mutters, words dragging out of his lips with some difficulty.

For a second you just stand there, staring at each other before his eyes fall to the ground.

"Then... what are you doing?"

"I don't know" he admits, voice shaking slightly as he finally looks up at you, and you swear you see his eyes harden before they soften once again and look away.

Your eyes trail down his body, and when he sees you noticing the bulge on his pants he covers it with his hands, body turning away from you. You have no time to wonder about what to say when a voice catches your attention, female, about to turn around the corner of the hallway. The idea of the two of you being found like this, and the mortified expression on San's face has you tugging at his hoodie to bring him inside the women's bathroom to hide both of you in a panic. You have to keep him quiet when you drag him with you inside one of the stalls, and the minutes that pass until the woman finally leaves the bathroom and closes the door behind her are agonizing. When you finally breathe out in relief, you can't ignore the way your heart is beating against your ribcage or the cute way San is desperately trying for his hard-on to not press against you. His face is turned to the side, desperately trying to not look at you. Despite that, he makes no attenot to leave, and it starts to down on him that neither are you. A small choked cry blooms from his throat when you tentatively press your palm against the bulge on his sweats. You hush him softly.

"We are still in the bathroom"

San nods, bringing a hand to his face and pressing it tightly against his lips.

"I'm sorry" he moans, the sound muffled but loud enough for you to hear, especially when you start palming him a bit roughly over the clothes.

"Is this what you wanted? Some help?"

San nods, eyes shut and cheeks impossibly red.

"Thank you" he almost sobs "Thank you, thank you--"

Yeosang doesn't do anything that night, really. He gets a bit flustered and straightens on his seat when you answer, the alcohol making him comically bow to you from the other side of the table. You do notice how he circles around you the next few times you see each other though, making small talk more often than usual. It's a late-night hang-out when he sits next to you, taking your attention away from the conversation you were having with the small group sitting close by.

"So..." he starts enthusiastically, fingers drumming against the glass in his hand "are you seeing anyone lately?"

It's strange hearing Yeosang bring up such a topic, but you tell yourself it really isn't that unusual.

"Not really"

He nods, looking down to his drink for a moment.

"Me neither" you don't know how to respond to that, so a silence stretches between the two of you until he speaks again "I haven't seen anyone casually, either"

"Oh" by now you can't deny there is something going on that you have yet to catch onto "It doesn't really suit you, so I didn't know that was even an option for you"

"Ah, yeah. It's okay to try new things sometimes, though"

"You should find someone then"

Yeosang's gaze lingers on you a beat too long before he blinks and looks away. He tries to sound really casual when he speaks again.

"It's hard to meet people these days, though..."

You take a moment to think, heart shrinking and weighing heavily on your chest when you realize what might be going on.

"Is this... is this about the game from the other night?" His first instinct is to deny it, but then why did he push through this embarrassing conversation for? So he lets his silence speak for him "I-- didn't expect you to take it seriously"

"Ah, so you didn't mean it. That's okay, I'm so sorry"

He's ready to get up from his seat and walk away with what remains of his dignity when you grab at his arm.

"I didn't say that"

The air around you both as you make your way back and into your apartment can only be described as extremely polite, and you wonder how even are you both asupposed to start anything remotely sexual at all once inside your room. The air is tense as he follows you around the apartment, watching you place your belongings around the house and politely declining the glass of water you offer him. You are about to tell him he's free to change his mind when he takes a step towards you and lands a sweet kiss to your lips. You can tell he's just as nervous and desperate to break through awkwardness as you are. His lips are a bit stiff, softening as the kiss deepens and your hands find their way around each other's bodies.

"Couch, or bed?" he asks with a kiss to your ear while he lets his hand squeeze your ass over your jeans, the gesture still a bit timid.

"Which one do you prefer?"

"It doesn't matter. We can do it on the floor if you ask me to"

Mingi's eyes do widen when he hears you give his name as an answer. Truth be told, he hadn't really been paying that much attention, only slightly amused by the random, embarrassing questions that were being asked left and right. Your answer seems to sober him up before the alcohol comes rushing up again, somehow making him feel even more drunk. At least that's what he assumes is the reason his face feels like it's suddenly burning up.

"Me?" He asks in surprise, too fast for him to try and play it cool "Why?"

"That wasn't the question. Next"

The game continues, spirits high and tension going in crescendo when it's your turn again. You are sure Seonghwa is about to ask something when Mingi's voice cuts through the noise.

"Why did you say my name?"

The table is full of snickering and poorly hidden laughter, especially because of the seriousness in which Mingi has asked the question. All eyes are on you, and you purse your lips, a bit overwhelmed.

"Because you are nice to me? I don't know" you chuckle before taking a sip of your drink.

Someone pats Mingi's back and everyone moves onto the next person. You try not to look at him through the rest of the night, managing to ignore him until he catches you as you are putting on your coat to leave with everyone else.

"I'm sorry for asking you that before" he apologizes right away, catching you off guard.

You grant him a small smile. After all, you know how sweet Mingi really is.

"It's okay, really. I'm sorry if you were bothered by me saying your name"

"No, it's fine. I was confused. Because do you like me?"

The question makes you freeze in place, the handle of your purse never making it to your shoulder. You chuckle nervously when you don't see him falter at all, eyes intently staring down at you.

"That wasn't the question" you lilt.

"We are not playing anymore"

Your smile dwindles and your throat becomes dry. Just when did Mingi get this big? Now standing in front of you, all of his boyish charm abandoned, he suddenly feels imposing. Maybe he can see it in your face, maybe it is the unconscious step back you take, but his expression seems to soften again.

"Sorry" he mutters, voice still hoarse, "I just need to know"

"Why?"

"Because I liked it"

No one says anything when Mingi walks into your taxi holding onto your hand, which he doesn't let go of through the entire ride home. He sits close to you, legs crossed in your direction and fingers playing with yours while you try to ignore the butterflies wrecking havoc inside your stomach. He doesn't wait until you are both at your apartment, only until the elevator doors have shut down to cup your face in his large hands and bend down to kiss you. It surprises you how gentle he is, even if you can taste the want deep underneath it in the way his chest rises up and down with a heavy sigh when your lips finally meet.

That self-restraint he seems to be putting on himself continues after you both come inside. His hips roll against yours in a tantalizing slow rhythm that has you squirming underneath him and holding onto his forearms every time his cock buries itself all the way in. His movements are slow and measured in the way he thrusts into you, brows knit in concentration and lips shaking every time he feels you suck him in again.

Wooyoung makes a fuss about it, yelling and throwing hearts your way. He spends the rest of the night running that high, drunk on the way he's convinced himself your are into him. He leans back on his chair, passes his hands through his hair and lets his tongue poke through his lips a few times, almost like giving you a show. That's why he's annoyed when every time he turns to check on you, he sees you engrossed in conversation with someone else.

"You okay?"

Usually you wouldn't think anything of Wooyoung's battery running low by now, but all through the night he's made it clear he wants you to ask him about whatever is bothering him. Sulking on his seat, eyes focused on you until you look his way and he takes a beat before looking away. It's childish, really.

"Did you even mean what you said?" his tone is already annoyed, like he's been having this argument in his head all night "Why are you talking to everyone but me?"

You blink at him, definitely not the answer you were expecting.

"It's a game" you state, blankly "You started it. You asked the question"

He bites the inside of his cheek before nodding at you and simply giving back a dry:

"Whatever"

You scoff, amused albeit a bit annoyed at him.

"What, do you like me now or something?"

That seems to irk him, his head turning towards you so fast a few strands of hair fall over his eyes.

"I don't!" he holds your gaze before it falls down at your lips "But I don't need to like you to fuck you good, don't I?"

It's embarrassing to admit, but it takes only five minutes once he's inside your apartment for him to have you on your knees on the couch, pressing your head against the soft cushions as his hips slap against yours so hard the sound reverberates through the walls of your living room.

"Say my name again" he orders "I know you want to"

Jongho's name is about to slip past your lips when he grabs the full glass of soju and starts downing all of it with big gulps, surrounded by the excited cheering of everyone at the table. You watch his face twist as the bitter, burning taste settles in his tongue. He clears his throat, and without even looking at you he lets the glass down on the table.

"You shouldn't ask a woman such things"

He simply sits down again on his seat without sparing you a glance, and you feel the alcohol heating up your cheeks. After the party has died down, and after spending all night stealing glances at him you approach Jongho when he's about to leave.

"Thank you about before"

"You don't have to thank me" he lifts a hand to you with a small shake of his head, and you balance yourself on your toes before you add "Just for the record... and I'm not saying this because you did that for me, but I was about to say your name"

Curiosity flashed behind Jongho's eyes, and the faintest smile cruves at his lips.

"Ah... really?"

The way he says it sounds almost mocking, and it makes you want to run away.

"I know you don't care, but I just wanted to tell you"

You turn on your heels with haste, wanting to run away from his teasing eyes when you feel a strong grip around your arm. When you turn, Jongho seems bothered by the way he's grabbing you and so he lets you go with a quiet "sorry" before saying:

"I might care a bit" his eyes search your face, taking a step closer when his fingers gently grace yours "I can care as much as you want me to"

It's unexpected, the possesive way he hovers over you, arms caging you underneath him like he's worried you might run aeay. He expertly rolls his hips against yours with each blunt, almost painful thrust.