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You felt more than watched Mingyu crouch at your side. His hands hovered but didn’t quite touch the bandage he’d wrapped around your chest. He murmured a curse to Jun and Vernon, the two who dragged you in. “If you ripped open her stitches, we’re going to have a problem.”

Jun averted his gaze, embarrassed, and Vernon’s jaw tightened.

“It’s fine,” you whispered and cursed yourself for how your voice trembled.

It was strange how in one moment, you were brave, strong and full of adrenaline. The you from before would never have jumped in front of an arrow, would never have been quick enough to get there anyway, but the way you were now, you think you’d do it again in a heartbeat. Without it, your Captain wouldn’t be looking down at you now and you couldn’t bear the thought.

Maybe it was better your battalion looked at you with disgust and hurt than in grief and devastation. You think you could take that.

It was Mingyu who had found out first, the battalion’s lead medic. He’d stripped you with the efficiency of a skilled doctor and then flushed to the tips of his toes at the sight of your tits. You’re pretty sure they all got a good look, before Seungkwan had swung into action, ordering privacy with threat of testicle removal.

When you’d cried - in pain from the embedded arrow head in your right side, heartbroken at the truth and terrified of the consequences - Seungkwan had held your hand against his chest. You’d called him “pretty boy” and he’d given you a wet smile.

You almost wished for that Seungkwan now, the one who could actually look at you.

In the end, it was Jeonghan that spoke to you first. “So it’s true, you really are a woman.” He didn’t say it like an insult, like you were something less than, but still you bristled.

“Was it the tits that gave it away?” You snapped. Like old times, like you were allowed that kind of familiarity.

You weren’t, not anymore. Wonwoo tensed, hand flexing around the handle of his sword. Jeonghan though, he just grinned in wryly amusement. “Are you saying that as Hyunjin or the real you?”

Hyunjin. The name you had given yourself to match your male identity, the name your parents would have given you if you were born masculine.

“Can’t it be both,” you challenged.

“What’s your birth name?” Joshua asked. He stood further in the group, looking every bit like the ideal soldier despite the fighting they’d all barely recovered from. You’d resent him for it if he wasn’t so sweet.

You hesitated and then gave your name, the one you hadn’t spoken to yourself or others in 4 months. It felt wrong to say, clumsy on your tongue.

“Pretty,” Chan said, mild and perfunctory, “it suits you.”

You winced. “Please, don’t.” 

The soft words weren’t ones they had ever shared with you but now that your true gender was revealed, it was like talking to a distant suitor. It made your skin crawl and chest ache.

Seungcheol shifted in his chair and eyes snapped to him instinctively. It was a show of how well trained you all were and how respected the captain was.

“Why did you come here?” he asked quietly. He didn’t have to shout for you to know he was angry.

“I was conscripted,” you stated. The same as them all.

Seungcheol’s eyebrows knitted together. “The eldest son was conscripted.”

“And my father has no son, only me,” you pushed. “He... he barely survived the last war and I couldn’t let that happen. Not if I could help.”

“So you became a man,” Jeonghan said.

You sighed. “I became Hyunjin. Hyunjin is me.”

“But he’s not, is he?” Soonyoung interjected, shoulders tense, “Hyunjin is - was, the eldest son, ready to die for his country and you - if you’d died, you’d be someone’s daughter that would be devastated that you died in their place.”

You swallowed. You tried not to think about your mother and father, holding the secret of your disappearance to hide the shame, to stop the punishment that no doubt would come for you. It was illegal for women to fight in the imperial army and it was treason to infiltrate the military. You’d known that at the time you cut your hair short, stole your father’s horse and galloped off to meet the recruiters.

“I’d do it again,” you said, unexpectedly honest. For your father, you’d do anything to keep him safe just as he had your entire life. For your mother, you’d do anything to ensure that the love of her life was always there for her - you remembered how much it had broken her during the first war. And, selfishly, you think you’d do it again for the power you didn’t know you could hold and for them. Each and every one of those soldiers you’d met and cared for. You couldn’t imagine a world where you didn’t know them, even if they would come to regret your presence here.

It was Jihoon who said the quiet part aloud. “You should be executed for this.”

Your heart leaped fearfully in your chest before you could control it. You watched the uneasy shuffle of legs, the eyes that widened and looked away, the slow closing of fists. You watched Jihoon’s expression and how his eyes seemed so sad. You didn’t like him looking at you like this.

Minghao was the first to object. “Hyung, Captain,” he corrected himself, “you can’t-”

“It’s the law,” Jun interjected.

“The emperor would destroy us if he found out,” Seokmin pointed out, the first thing he’d said in your presence since he found out. He still wouldn’t look at you, even now. You’d shared a tent with him, spent the most amount of time with him as they marched in formation, and maybe that was why he was taking it the hardest. To see the usually so happy man like this was painful.

“I didn’t patch her up just for you to end her,” Mingyu said.

“What are we supposed to do?” Soonyoung challenged, “She’s not a pet.”

You looked at Seungcheol, at the man you respected more than you ever thought possible. “I’ll accept your judgment, Captain Choi.”

His lips twisted into a bitter smile. “You haven’t called me that in months.” You didn’t answer. You weren’t sure if you were supposed to. His eyes flickered to Mingyu, “How long is recovery expected?”

“Another three weeks at least for me to feel comfortable,” the medic explained.

Seungcheol looked back at you. “Consider this a debt paid. A life for a life,” he murmured, “Hyunjin will stay with us on the march to the capital until Medic Kim says that you’re well. Then you’ll leave and never come back.”

It was the best scenario and yet the mercy only made disappointment curl in the pit of your stomach. “Yes Captain.”

“We don’t speak of this,” Seungcheol’s eyes landed on each in his battalion, men he trusted more than anything.

The room saluted. “Yes Captain.”

-

On the nights where the negative thoughts become too much, you think living like this might be a bigger punishment than execution. You hadn’t been alone in months and now the sudden absence felt like missing a limb. 

You still had your tent, the same one you’d been assigned to that first day but Seokmin had left it almost as soon as the decision to keep you around had been made - you’d caught him as he left, canvas bag thrown over his shoulder. He’d avoided looking at you as he scurried to Seungkwan and Mingyu’s tent. It shouldn’t have hurt as much as it did, shouldn’t have brought a lump to your throat or had tears burning the corner of your eyes. You didn’t sleep that night, trying desperately not to cry.

The next day, he still came to help you put down the tent after breakfast, preparing for the next day of marching. You murmured your thank you but got no response in turn, just the swing of the rolled up tent onto his broad shoulders.

You still had your meals given to you by Chan but now you were the last one to eat, just on  the outskirts of the warmth of the fire. Your fingers accidentally brushed the younger officers when you took the bowl and he nearly dropped it in the dirt in his eagerness to get away from you.

You couldn’t do basic training. You’d tried but Jihoon had stopped you with a tightness in his expression. “I think it’s best if you ask if Mingyu has something you can do.” Mingyu had given you a list of herbs to organise so it wasn’t that you were bored, but it was another line of separation that highlighted just how little they wanted to do with you.

You hated that it hurt you so much. As the only child of a great family, you were alone a lot of the time, time taken up by ceremonies and responsibilities that were suitable for a daughter. You did them with a smile because you had to. Running about to join the army might have been the first thing you’d actually done for yourself. You hadn’t expected to love it, to love the routine and the power it gave you, to love watching the sun rise and set as you marched through landscapes you never thought you’d see in your lifetime.

And the people. You adored them in a way you didn’t think it was possible to love those who weren’t in your family line.

You missed Seokmin’s laugh, how it shook his whole body and he had to lean on you for support. You missed Seungkwan’s singing at the most inopportune times, especially during the night watch. You missed Soonyoung’s jokes and Jihoon’s tired acceptance of them. 

You missed Vernon’s quiet correction of how you hold your sword and how Jun seemed to know exactly what you were feeling before you could even formulate the words yourself. You missed Jeonghan’s teasing and how Joshua fell into the trap every single time. 

You missed drinking tea in the early morning with Minghao after a long night patrol and joining Chan to hunt whatever animal was available to eat in the mountains. You missed Mingyu getting just a little too drunk on moonshine and spilling one too many secrets of his own secrets. You missed the shy way that Wonwoo smiled when his battalion teased him before cutting them down with the driest comments. You missed the way Seungcheol used to watch over you all, softness in his eyes.

You’d never get that again, you thought, but you couldn’t bring yourself to regret it. No, the pain of what you had lost would just stay with you for the rest of the life your Captain had determined you got to keep. A lifetime of punishment indeed.

-

It’s on the fifth day of your social isolation that the camp was ambushed. You were in your tent when the noises started, familiar enough that they scratched down the back of your mind like a physical wound. You were up, moving instinctively. You grabbed at your sword - you still sharpened it daily, like you’d be taught, even if you weren’t being actively trained anymore - and pushed open the tent flaps to carnage.

Hun. A unit like yours, likely on their way to the battle front as you had been, and now reconvening further into the country. An attack of opportunity because how could anyone resist their enemy so unsuspectedly waiting for them?

Adrenaline thrummed through you and you were taking a step forward, ready to jump in, before you were blocked.

“Stay behind me,” Wonwoo insisted, already using his broad form to shove you where he wanted.

“I can fight,” you reminded, already skirting around, before the firm hand of Joshua pushed you back.

“Stay back,” he ordered firmly. “We can’t let you get hurt again.”

“Hurt saving your sorry arses,” you reminded him. There was something about the way he said it that stunk of ‘man protects woman’ and you wanted to scream. “I’m fine.”

“Would you just listen for once?” Soonyoung complained.

You pushed through again, back into formation. “You would never have let me sit out of a fight.”

“That was before,” Joshua murmured bitterly. His body was already moving to block you again, so you shoved him hard in the right shoulder.

“Your sudden realisation that I have tits does not determine whether I can stab someone,” you snapped. “You guys trained me. Do you have no faith in your skills?”

Wonwoo’s jaw tightened. Soonyoung looked like he wanted to strangle you. Joshua’s gaze danced around your face before sighing in defeat. “Just...stick close, okay?”

You tried not to let the relief thumping through your body show on your face. “Yes sir.”

Soonyoung spluttered. “Are you crazy?”

“She’ll follow us anyway,” Joshua sighed, “At least this way we won’t be distracted.”

“Speak for yourself,” Wonwoo grumbled but you ignored him.

It was strange how, when fighting, you felt more at peace than you had all week. Your side pulled uncomfortably around your stitches and you had no doubt that you might have opened it again but you didn’t care. How could you when you could almost pretend that things were back to normal?

If you dodged, another swung their sword to cut down the enemy. When Soonyoung ducked, you were swinging over his head, a clean cut across the jugular. An axe head clipped you before you could put more distance between you but Wonwoo was already there, delivering a pommel blow to the side of the attacker’s head. Joshua made formation calls and you all slipped into them instinctively, muscle memory.

Around you, you could see the others of your battalion, weapons blurring at the speed they are moving. You watched a Hun soldier kick Jun in the chest and Minghao jump in from the side, diverting attention to himself. You caught Chan using nearby branches as offensive weaponry so Jeonghan could cut at the tendons on the back of a heel.

It was bloody. It was exhausting.

You felt like you could breathe easier.

You didn’t move fast enough.

Oxygen was punched out of your chest by an arm, the owner shoving you until your back slammed against the trunk of a tree. You gripped at his hand, suddenly so aware of how much bigger the Hun were than you, and tried to use your legs to kick out. He took the blow with a wince and pressed down harder.

“A pretty boy,” he breathed, words twisting in an insult, “ever taken Mongolian cock before?”

He tightened his grip enough that you could see spots. Over the fur covered shoulder, you see your captain barrelling closer. “You ever,” you wheezed, “had your throat cut before?”

You could see the confusion flash through his eyes before they were replaced by shock and the sharp end of a blade through the side of his neck. The grip on you tightened and then loosened as he was shoved away, heavy body dropping like lead on the dirt floor. You landed unsteadily on your feet and coughed through sharp inhales.

“What are you doing here?” Seungcheol snapped.

“What I was trained to do, Captain Choi,” you rasped. 

You could see the vein in his forehead pulsing, but he couldn’t comment any further because there was another sword being thrust at him.

The fight continued until Mingyu put an axe head into the back of the last member of the Hun unit. Post-fight silence rose up to surround them and you couldn’t hear anything except your own heartbeat. Your eyes scanned over each of them, taking a mental stock of bruises and cuts and ultimately the fact that each one was still on two feet. A momentary relief, of familiarity, before eyes snapped to you and an irate captain was storming across the bloody ground towards you.

You straightened up instinctively, falling to attention.

“What the fuck were you thinking?” Seungcheol demanded, “you should have stayed inside.”

“And let you fight the Hun without me?” you retorted, “Not a chance of that in hell, captain.”

“Do you have a death wish?”

“My death would bring honour to my family name,” you said firmly.

Seungcheol pinched the bridge of his nose. “And what exactly would happen to my name if I brought home your father’s daughter in a body bag?”

It hurt you to think about them, so you tried not to. “They would know I died for my country.”

Somewhere over his shoulder, you heard Seungkwan’s long groan of “we’re terrible influences.”

The captain clearly heard it too, his lips twitching upward in the corner before he could stop himself. It had been so long since you’d been on the receiving end of such a look and you held on to it greedily. You tried not to tremble at the way Seungcheol’s eyes dragged down you, assessing, heavier than they had been before.

“We should leave you at the next village,” he mused.

You retorted quickly, “You can’t.”

Seungcheol arched an eyebrow. “And why is that?”

“A life for a life,” you whispered. “I have a life debt. I will not be dishonoured.”

Seungcheol looked at you incredulously before laughing, this breathy and full body thing that made you feel warm all over. You hadn’t heard him laugh like that before. “You’re the strangest woman I’ve ever met,” he commented, “to willingly stay in a warzone.”

“It is my honour,” you explained.

“And mine too, I suppose,” Seungcheol sighed and then groaned, rubbing a hand down his face. “This is insane. You’re insane. I’m insane.”

“So we really are going to keep her as a pet,” Soonyoung commented and then yelped when Jihoon elbowed him in the side. “Fuck, hyung, that hurt.”

“Do you have any idea how to talk to women?” Jihoon hissed.

“Only his mother,” Chan teased and let himself get pulled into a headlock by Soonyoung.

Seungcheol was still watching you. He didn’t quite look like your commander any more, expression softened at the edges. It was enough to make you feel breathless. “Don’t think you’re going to get out of clean up duty,” he commented.

“Seokmin is the one who keeps taking the tent roll,” you challenged.

The man in question squeaked, eyes wide as if caught under cannon fire, and a flush crossed the bridge of his nose. “I can’t just let her carry it,” he insisted, “it’s not right.”

“I did before,” you reminded me.

“My father would be so disappointed, I can’t,” Seokmin shook his head.

“Wait until he finds out that you slept next to an unmarried woman for 3 months,” Jeonghan joked. His words were light but the implication was clear.

“Nothing happened!” Seokmin insisted.

“I wouldn’t,” you said at the same time.

Your old tent mate looked offended. “What do you mean, wouldn’t? I’m a handsome guy!”

It was true. In your life before, everything about Seokmin - about any of them really - would have been positive in the list the matchmaker gave you. He’s from a good family, too genes, pretty smile, would treat you right. The thought had occurred to you that if you brought any one of these men home with the promise of grandchildren, your parents might forgive your transgressions that lead to this moment.

You forced your thoughts away from there immediately.  “Do you want me to want to fuck you?”

Seokmin looked like a fish out of water, gapping at you. Mingyu looked a mixture of delighted and disgusted. Jun had pushed his lips together to try not to laugh so obviously.

Seungcheol rubbed his temple. “No one is fucking anyone.”

Minghao booed. Jihoon cuffed the back of his neck.

“You’d be so lucky,” you said and rolled your eyes to the heavens so you didn’t collapse into a ball of embarrassment.

“Mingyu, check her stitches,” Seungcheol ordered, raising his voice in a very pointed change of subject, “and then we’re moving on before another unit tries to corner us. We move in 10.”

“Yes captain.”

-

Even before the truth came out, there was something about you that Mingyu found powerfully attractive. 

It made sense, he thought, that you weren’t who you originally claimed to be. It was in the way that you spoke, your view of the world and those around you. It was how you held everything with such gentleness, except for your sword. It was in how you smiled and he felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest.

Mingyu had known for a long time that he liked pretty things and you just happened to be one of the prettiest in this dark time.

You sat on the edge of his sleeping mat, undershirt tugged up so that he could reexamine your injury. He tried not to touch you too much - he’s never bandaged a woman until you, and there was some rule about decorum shouting at the back of his mind that sounded suspiciously like his old teacher. Seungkwan rested against his own, back to you, taking the privacy as a time to rest before they start their march again - “and to keep you honest,” he had teased, making Wonwoo flush and demand that Mingyu explain himself.

You’d laughed, another pretty thing, at his embarrassment.

Now, adrenaline slipping through your fingers and the confidence you’d had in front of their captain was disappearing, you had only anxious sadness.

“Do you think it’ll go back to normal?” You muttered, a sweet confession that made Mingyu’s chest hurt.

He had been in a unique position of straddling the line between you, the woman they didn’t know, and the others, the men who didn’t know how to handle the lie. He’d had to, being the only medic in the unit and, in all honesty, he thought he liked you too much by then to actually keep his distance. 

You’d not said it but it was easy to tell how the last days had cut at you. When Jihoon had removed you from basic training, you’d come to him, as ordered, and sat in gloomy silence as you organised herb packets and lotions at his request.

Mingyu didn’t want to lie. “Maybe,” he answered, “but I do know what it didn’t feel right until we were fighting with you at our side.”

Seungkwan snorted. “That's so cheesy Gyu.”

Mingyu flushed in embarrassment but you laughed. “I love the cheese,” you promised. Your hand reached for his and squeezed, and he tried not to focus on how much bigger he was compared to you. Looking at you this close, he wondered how many one ever thought you were the eldest son at all.

“Just keep a few ingredients unstocked for me, just in case,” you said. It was hard to tell if you were joking or not but Mingyu answered with all honesty.

“Of course. Always.”

Seongkwan coughed as if that could cover the giggle he let out. The back of Mingyu’s neck warmed. You grinned at him and released your grip. He shouldn’t have missed it as much as he did. “So how’s the stitches looking?”

Mingyu’s eyes flickered down and back again. “In tact but barely.”

You winced. “Sorry to ruin your hard work.”

“It’ll scar if you don’t let it heal properly,” he pointed out.

“You all have scars, I should get a few of my own,” you commented. Mingyu bit down the urge to say it’s different when it’s you, the eldest daughter of a noble family. Instead, he cleaned the weeping edges of the wound and redressed it quietly. You thanked him, said you were going to repack and disappeared beyond the tent flaps.

Across the tent, Seungkwan tied the string on his bag. “You could be less obvious,” he teased.

Mingyu whipped his head around to his old friend with wide eyes. “Do you think she noticed?”

“I think she’s too polite to say anything, but she isn’t stupid,” he commented, “neither is anyone else.”

“Do you think the others,” Mingyu paused, as a thought occurred to him. “wait, do you -”

Seungkwan groaned when he stretched, slipping the drawstring back onto his back. “I think,” he said, choosing his words carefully, “Lady Jin doesn’t realise how much power she has over us. All of us.”

Mingyu thought about your smile again, the way it brightened every facet of your face, and the startling truth that he’d spill blood willingly to keep you happy. He pressed down on his knuckles, working out the cramp rising there. “All of us huh?” He mused.

Seungkwan’s lips stretched into a bashful smile and gave a one armed shrug. “What can I say? That’s a girl worth fighting for.”

Mingyu barked out a laugh. “Now who’s being cheesy?”

-

“Are you sure about this?” Jihoon murmured.

Seungcheol sighed. “What choice do I have? You heard the lady.”

It still felt strange to say. When you had stumbled into the camp, imperial summons in your hand, Soonyoung had thought you did not look like a solider. But then, that’s the problem with conscription - boys with luxuries and those without food in their bellies showed up in equal measure, and it was part of his job as a General to make them war ready. It wasn’t something Soonyoung enjoyed but it was something he was proud of.

Hyunjin had been weak. Makes sense now, he thought, because no noble family would have their eldest daughter doing any activity to build muscle or stamina. You were smart though, he’d recognised, could reroute the unit in a moments notice, and determined. You picked up the sword when you dropped it. You walked on shaking legs. You fell over tree roots and got back up.

Soonyoung respected you.

“That lady shouldn’t be here,” he said, firm.

The Kwon family was one of nobility and as the second son, a career in the military was expected. As a child, he’d grown up with all the rules and expectations and social agreements drilled into him. “Your honour,” his father had said, “is everything.”

Soonyoung had never felt so dishonourable than when you were dragged before them, a wound in the side of your torso and the damning truth that you weren’t Hyunjin after all.

Lady Jin.

We should have protected her, he thought with a tight jaw. He knew he wasn’t the only one who thought so. They had all been dealing with the new truth in some way - the reality that bumped up against their previous understanding, the closeness they had gained, the feeling of betrayal at being lied to by someone who they considered family.

“But she’s here now,” Jihoon reminded. His lips flickered into a fond smile, only recognisable to those who knew him well. “With a life debt.”

“So she stays,” Seungcheol repeated, “until we get to the imperial city and can send her home.”

It was what he wanted and yet it still struck him uncomfortably. Home meant not here, not with them. Soonyoung shook the thought away - he was not ready to follow it to an unfortunate conclusion.

“Lady Jin is Hyunjin to whoever asks,” Seungcheol added, “if someone were to find out…”

“They won’t,” Jihoon was confident, “this unit wouldn’t do anything to put her at risk.”

“How can you be sure?” Soonyoung asked.

The shorter General laughed, his grin stretching wide. “Haven’t you seen how they look at her? Everyone thinks they’re being so sly.”

“Everyone?” Seungcheol arched an eyebrow. He didn’t sound upset, only surprised by the revelation.

“Not me,” Soonyoung was quick to refuse.

Jihoon’s eyes flickered to him and gave a small shrug. “Whatever you say, Soonie.”

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Chapter 2

I.

The walk to school the next morning feels like punishment.

Not dramatic punishment. Not cinematic heartbreak beneath pouring rain or some beautifully tragic collapse. Just a dull, throbbing kind of suffering that settles behind your eyes and refuses to leave. Your head aches with every step against the pavement, sunlight too bright against your skin despite the cloudy morning sky, your stomach still vaguely uneasy from the alcohol you definitely should not have consumed in that quantity.

You pull your hoodie sleeves further over your hands as you walk, exhaling slowly through your nose.

Unfortunately, you remember everything. Every single second from last night exists in humiliating clarity.

Keonho’s face when he saw you.

The fight.

The look in his eyes when he said: I can’t even recognize you anymore.

You squeeze your eyes shut briefly as you stop at a crosswalk, pressing two fingers against your temple.

God.

You feel exhausted in a way sleep hadn’t even remotely fixed. Maybe because you hadn’t actually slept much. You’d laid in bed staring at the ceiling for hours after getting home, still fully dressed, your thoughts looping endlessly until exhaustion finally dragged you under sometime close to morning.

And somehow, the part your brain keeps replaying most isn’t even the fight.

It’s afterward.

The park. The swings. Seonghyeon.

Your chest tightens slightly before you can stop it. You remember the way his arms had wrapped around you carefully, you remember crying so hard your breathing hurt while he just sat there with you beneath the dim orange streetlights, quietly grounding you every time your thoughts spiralled too far.

No pressure, no demands, no anger. Just warmth.

You remember eventually calming enough to actually speak in full sentences again, embarrassed beyond belief the second the emotional fog had eased slightly.

“I’m sorry,” you’d mumbled hoarsely, wiping at your face with your sleeves. “This is so humiliating.”

“It’s really not.”

“It really is.”

A quiet laugh had left him then. Soft enough that you almost missed it beneath the wind moving through the empty playground.

“You know,” he’d said gently, “you say that a lot.”

You’d looked up at him tiredly. “What?”

“Sorry.”

The memory makes your chest ache strangely now.

You step onto campus with another slow exhale, immediately greeted by noise. Conversations overlapping through the courtyard, students lingering near stairwells, the sound of someone skateboarding badly somewhere near the front entrance.

Normal. Everything around you feels painfully normal.

Meanwhile your entire life feels like it’s been cracked open publicly against your will.

Your grip tightens around your bag strap slightly as you move through the halls.

Every interaction feels strange now.

Not because anyone is staring at you, they aren’t. But because you keep wondering.

Who knows?

Who read them? Who heard about them? Who knows what was in those letters?

The thought makes your stomach twist unpleasantly.

You barely survive your first class. Your second only slightly better. By lunchtime, your headache has settled into a steady pulse behind your eyes, though at least the nausea has mostly faded.

You’re halfway through absentmindedly copying notes during third period when another thought suddenly wedges itself into your brain so sharply it makes you pause mid-sentence.

How did the letters even get out?

Your pen stills.

Because seriously. The box had been hidden, buried beneath old things at the back of your closet in your room. Nobody should’ve even known they existed anymore.

You frown slightly at your notebook, but you’re too tired to start spiralling into conspiracy theories now.

The bell rings before your thoughts can go further.

By recess, the noise inside your head has become unbearable.

You need quiet, or at least something resembling it.

That’s how you eventually end up near the football field, climbing the bleachers slowly while students gather in clusters below across the grass. The wind feels cooler here, carrying faint traces of cut grass and sunlight-warmed concrete.

You move automatically toward the higher rows before stopping slightly.

Someone’s already there.

Seonghyeon sits a few rows above you, elbows resting loosely against his knees as he stares toward the field below. A pair of headphones hang around his neck, though no music is playing.

For a second, you consider leaving. Then he notices you.

His expression shifts immediately, not dramatically, just enough to soften slightly in surprise.

“Oh,” he says. “Hey.”

“Hey.”

God. Why does this suddenly feel awkward?

You hover there like an idiot for half a second before he gestures lightly toward the empty space beside him.

“You can sit if you want.”

You do.

The silence afterward isn’t uncomfortable exactly. Just careful.

You glance toward the field. “Nice weather.”

The second the words leave your mouth, you internally want to die.

Seonghyeon blinks once before a quiet laugh escapes him. “That’s what you’re going with?”

You groan immediately, covering your face briefly. “I don’t know why I said that.”

“It’s okay,” he says, amused now. “I appreciate the effort.”

You peek at him through your fingers. “I’m functioning at approximately four percent capacity right now.”

“Hangover?”

“…Maybe.”

Another small laugh, and weirdly, it helps.

The tension eases slightly after that.

“How are your classes?” you ask weakly.

“Boring.”

“Mine too.”

“Tragic.”

You snort softly despite yourself.

Then silence settles again. Not the tense kind, just inevitable. Because both of you know there’s something much larger sitting between you now.

You glance down at your hands. “About last night…”

Immediately, Seonghyeon shakes his head slightly. “You don’t have to-”

“No, I want to.” You exhale slowly. “I just…thank you.”

His expression softens almost immediately.

“You really didn’t have to stay with me like that.”

“I wanted to.”

The wind shifts lightly through the bleachers, and for a few seconds neither of you speaks.

Then quietly, Seonghyeon asks, “Are you okay?”

No one had asked you that since you came back. The question almost makes you laugh. Not because it’s funny, but because you genuinely don’t know how to answer it.

“I think,” you say slowly, “I’m emotionally concussed.”

That earns another soft laugh from him, but his expression remains gentle. “You and Keonho…” he starts carefully before hesitating slightly. “You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but…”

He trails off deliberately, giving you room to refuse. And somehow, that’s exactly why you don’t.

You stare toward the football field below, jaw tightening slightly. “It’s complicated.”

“I figured.”

A weak breath leaves you. “No,” you murmur. “I don’t think anyone really did.”

The words settle heavier than expected. You pull your knees slightly closer to your chest before speaking again, slower this time. “I loved him.”

The words settle between you quietly, carried away almost immediately by the wind moving across the empty bleachers. But even after saying them, they still feel heavy. Not because it’s some shocking revelation anymore. But because it’s the truth. The oldest truth you have.

Seonghyeon doesn’t react beside you. Doesn’t interrupt. Doesn’t look startled.

So you keep going. “It wasn’t sudden either,” you admit quietly. “That’s the worst part.” Your gaze drifts unfocused toward the football field below. “Nothing dramatic happened. There wasn’t one big moment where I suddenly realized I liked him.”

“It was just…Keonho.” Your fingers tighten loosely around the sleeves of your hoodie. “He was my best friend for years, like actual years.” A faint, tired smile flickers across your face. “He knew every stupid thing about me. My habits, my moods, when I was lying, when I was upset even if I pretended I wasn’t.” You glance downward briefly. “We were always together.”

Memories come too easily now. Late-night calls that lasted until one of you fell asleep first. Shared earbuds on bus rides. Him stealing food off your plate while pretending it wasn’t theft. Sitting on your bedroom floor surrounded by homework neither of you wanted to do. Him showing up at your house without warning because he was ‘bored.’

“He was just…woven into my life,” you murmur. “So deeply that I stopped noticing where he ended and I started.”

Beside you, Seonghyeon stays quiet, listening.

“I think I got attached before I realized I was falling in love with him.” You laugh softly under your breath. “Because loving him didn’t feel dramatic. It felt normal.” Your throat tightens slightly. “Like of course I wanted to be around him all the time. Of course he was the first person I looked for in every room. Of course every good thing that happened made me want to tell him first.”

That almost makes you smile despite everything.

“Everything with him felt natural. Easy. Like breathing.” You swallow lightly. The wind brushes lightly through your hair. “And then one day…” you pause briefly. “One day I realized I was getting jealous.”

That part still makes you feel ashamed somehow. You look down at your hands. “And it was horrible because he wasn’t even doing anything wrong.”

Seonghyeon finally speaks then, voice gentle. “Jealous of what?”

You hesitate before answering honestly. “Everyone.” A humourless laugh escapes you. “Anytime he got close to someone else. Anytime he started spending more time with other people. Anytime I saw him laughing with someone and looking happy…” Your jaw tightens slightly. “It felt awful.”

You shake your head slowly. “And I hated myself for feeling that way because it was selfish.” Your voice softens. “He wasn’t mine.”

The words hurt more than expected.

“I couldn’t confess,” you continue quietly. “I was terrified.” Your fingers curl tighter together. “Because if he didn’t feel the same way, I would’ve ruined the most important friendship in my life.”

You stare toward the field again, blinking against the brightness of the sun. “So instead I just…” You exhale shakily. “Stayed quiet and kept wanting things from him anyway.”

That finally makes Seonghyeon glance at you properly.

You laugh weakly, embarrassed now by your own honesty. “I still wanted to be the person he prioritized most,” you admit. “I wanted his attention. His time. I wanted to feel special to him while giving him absolutely no explanation for why I was acting weird every time another girl got close to him.”

Rain flashes suddenly through your memory.

Keonho staring at you in frustration beneath dark clouds, water dripping from his hair as he said:

I’m still here, so what’s the problem? Your chest aches sharply.

“He kept trying to understand what was wrong,” you whisper. “And I couldn’t tell him.”

“Because saying it out loud would make it real,” Seonghyeon says softly.

You look at him immediately. Something about the way he says it, so understanding, so certain, almost undoes you again. You nod slowly. “Yes.”

Silence settles briefly between you. Then Seonghyeon leans back slightly against the bleachers, gaze drifting toward the field again. “For what it’s worth,” he says carefully, “I don’t think Keonho ever thought you stopped being important.”

Your breath catches slightly.

“He talked about you a lot back then,” Seonghyeon continues casually, almost like he isn’t fully aware of what he’s implying. “Even when you guys were fighting.”

“He was angry,” Seonghyeon admits. “Confused too. But…” He pauses briefly, searching for the words. “People don’t usually get that wrecked over someone unless they mattered a lot to them.”

But that’s the problem, isn’t it? He mattered too much.

“I think part of me just wanted to disappear before he realized how pathetic I’d become.”

Immediately, Seonghyeon’s expression changes slightly. “You were not pathetic.”

You shrug weakly. “Felt like it.”

“You were in love with your best friend.”

The simplicity of the statement catches you off guard slightly.

“You used to look at him like he was the only person in the room,” he continues quietly. “It was kind of hard not to notice.”

You look away quickly. “And your letter?” you ask after a moment, voice quieter now. “I never explained that properly.”

“You don’t have to.”

“I want to.”

This time, the silence that follows feels different.

You exhale slowly. “You were…” You pause, trying to find the words. “Safe.”

Seonghyeon finally looks at you fully then.

You continue before you lose the nerve. “When things got bad, you were always just…there.” Your fingers curl slightly against your sleeves. “Not in a loud way. You never forced yourself into things. But somehow every time I was struggling, you noticed anyway.”

Memories surface one after another.

Seonghyeon quietly handing you tissues during exam season when you started stress crying in the library. Walking you home after terrible days without making you explain them. Texting you at two in the morning because he somehow sensed you were awake and spiralling again.

“You always knew how to deal with me when I was falling apart,” you admit softly.

That earns the faintest smile from him. “You make it sound very dramatic.”

“I am dramatic.”

“That’s true.”

A small laugh escapes you both.

But your expression softens again quickly. “There were days where I genuinely thought something was wrong with me,” you continue quietly. “Like…I was too emotional. Too difficult. Too much for people.”

Seonghyeon’s brows pull together slightly at that.

“But every single time I felt like that,” you murmur, “you somehow made me feel manageable again.”

His gaze doesn’t leave your face now.

“You’d sit with me through every breakdown like it wasn’t inconvenient. Like I wasn’t exhausting.” Your throat tightens slightly. “Every problem felt smaller after talking to you.”

The wind moves softly around the two of you.

“And when someone keeps showing up for you like that…” You smile faintly. “You start relying on them before you even realize it’s happening.”

You glance down briefly. “I think part of me started loving you for how gently you handled me.”

The confession hangs there quietly.

“And when someone keeps picking up your broken pieces for long enough…” You smile faintly. “Eventually you start wondering if maybe it means something more.”

Seonghyeon watches you carefully, expression unreadable but soft.

“I cared about you,” you say truthfully. “A lot.”

Your voice grows quieter. “But I don’t know what those feelings are anymore.” You shake your head slightly. “Everything from that time feels tangled together now.”

And there it is. Not certainty, or some dramatic love triangle revelation. Just confusion. Old feelings colliding with present ones until you can’t tell where one ends and another begins.

Seonghyeon absorbs the words quietly before speaking. “That’s okay.”

Your eyes lift toward him slightly.

“You don’t have to figure everything out immediately,” he says gently. “Especially not after getting hit with…” He gestures vaguely. “All this.”

A weak laugh escapes you. “I just feel bad.”

“Why?”

“Because you deserve clarity.”

Something softens in his expression then. “I think,” he says carefully, “being honest about not knowing is still clarity.”

That…You stare at him quietly for a second too long before suddenly another thought cuts sharply through your brain.

The letters. Your expression changes instantly.

Seonghyeon notices immediately. “What?”

You blink rapidly. “Wait.” Your mind starts moving too fast suddenly. “When did you get your letter?”

Seonghyeon’s brows pull together slightly at the abrupt shift. “What?”

“The letter,” you repeat quickly. “When did you get it?”

He thinks for a second. “The day you came back, I think.”

“The twelfth?”

“…Yeah.”

Your heartbeat stutters violently. “Do you still have the envelope?” you ask suddenly.

Now he looks properly confused. “I think so?”

“Can I see it?”

There’s a brief pause before Seonghyeon reaches into his bag beside him, still watching you carefully as he pulls out a slightly folded envelope.

Your hands shake a little when you take it from him.

There it is. The sender’s address written neatly in the corner. Megan’s.

For a second, your entire body goes still. Because suddenly every single thing clicks together all at once with horrible, perfect clarity.

Megan in your room the day you unpack, her insisting you go to the party, her sitting beside you acting shocked while you vented about the letters and the fallout and Keonho and everything else.

Seonghyeon’s brows furrow slightly. “Y/N?”

But you’re barely hearing him now, as anger crashes into you all at once. Hot and sharp and immediate enough to make your pulse pound in your ears. “No way,” you whisper.

Then you see her. Walking near the lower pathway beside the field with a group of girls, laughing loudly about something, completely unaware.

You stand immediately.

“Y/N-”

“Sorry,” you say quickly, already moving. “I just…I’ll explain later.”

And then you’re halfway down the bleachers before he can respond. Your pulse pounds violently in your ears as you cross the field.

Megan notices you almost immediately. “Hey!” she calls casually. “You disappeared after-”

“Did you do it?”

The sharpness in your voice cuts through the entire conversation instantly. The girls around Megan fall silent immediately.

Her smile falters slightly. “What?”

“The letters.” Your breathing is uneven now. “Did you send them?”

Her face changes, and that’s all the confirmation you need.

You stare at her in disbelief. “Oh my god.”

“Megan?” one of the girls says carefully.

“Guys,” Megan says quickly, eyes still fixed on you. “Can you give us a second?”

Nobody argues. Within seconds they scatter awkwardly away from the growing tension. The second they’re gone, you step closer. “You went through my things?”

Megan immediately lifts her hands defensively. “Okay, before you freak out-”

“Before I freak out?” you repeat incredulously. “Are you insane?”

“I was trying to help!”

“By stealing deeply personal letters I wrote YEARS ago and mailing them out to people without my permission?!”

Her expression twists guiltily. “I didn’t think it would blow up this badly-”

“That’s because you weren’t thinking!” Your voice echoes louder than you intended across the mostly empty pathway. A few nearby students glance over automatically now.

You don’t care. Your chest is heaving. “Do you have any idea how violating this is?”

“I know it looks bad-”

“Looks bad?” you cut in sharply. “Megan, you literally dug through private things I never wanted anyone to see!”

“I didn’t read all of them!”

“You read enough!” She flinches hard at that.

“And then what?” you continue, anger shaking through every word now. “You sat there stuffing envelopes like you were starring in some stupid romance movie?”

Megan’s eyes widen slightly. “It wasn’t like that-”

“Then what was it like?”

Silence.

Your laugh comes out sharp and disbelieving. “Oh my god. You actually thought this was romantic.”

“I just thought…” Megan swallows hard. “You wrote all these things you never got to say.”

“That was not YOUR decision to make!”

“I know!”

“No, I really don’t think you do!” Your chest hurts now. Genuine hurt bleeding through the anger.

“Do you know what the last three days have been like for me?” you ask shakily. “Do you know what it feels like having every single unresolved feeling from two years ago dragged back up all at once?”

Megan’s face crumples slightly. “I thought maybe it would help you get closure.”

“Closure?” You laugh again, harsher this time. “Megan, my life has been imploding for three straight days.”

“I know, okay?! I know I messed up!”

“You don’t get it!” Your voice cracks fully now.

“Keonho and I are barely speaking anymore!” you say, frustration spilling out uncontrollably. “We had this huge unresolved mess between us already and now he finds out I loved him through some letter I wrote two years ago because YOU decided to play cupid? Do you know how humiliating that is?”

“I swear I didn’t mean to hurt you.”

“Well, congratulations,” you snap bitterly. “You did.”

Silence crashes heavily between you afterward. Your breathing is uneven. So is hers. Then more quietly, your voice shaking with disbelief more than anger now: “You listened to me talk about all of this yesterday.”

Megan’s eyes immediately flick away.

“You sat there while I cried about the letters and Keonho and everything else,” you continue. “And you acted like you had no idea what happened.”

“I didn’t know how to tell you.”

“You should’ve started with the truth!”

You stare at her, chest aching painfully now. “Did it ever occur to you,” you say quietly, “that maybe those letters were private because I never wanted those feelings exposed?”

Megan’s eyes shine slightly. “I just thought maybe if everyone knew how you really felt-”

“That’s the problem!” you cut in immediately. “Those feelings were mine.”

Not Keonho’s. Not Martin’s. Not James’. Not Seonghyeon’s. Mine.

You step backward once, suddenly exhausted. “I trusted you,” you say quietly.

That hurts her. You see it immediately, but right now, it doesn’t make you feel better. “I can’t even look at you right now.”

“Y/N-”

“No.” Your voice comes out sharp enough to stop her immediately. You turn before she can say anything else.

And then…You see him. Across the football field.

Keonho.

Your steps falter instantly. He’s wearing his practice jersey, the dark fabric clinging slightly to his shoulders from sweat, sleeves pushed up carelessly like he always used to do halfway through practice. Sunlight catches against the sharp line of his jaw as he turns his head laughing at something one of his teammates says, dark hair damp and falling messily into his eyes from the heat.

And God. He looks good. Not in the distant, objective way people casually say someone looks attractive. No, he looks good in the devastatingly familiar way only someone you’ve loved for years can look.

Every tiny thing about him still feels hardwired into you. The shape of his smile. The way he ducks his head when he laughs too hard. Even from this far away, your body recognizes him instantly, painfully, like muscle memory.

And beside him…A girl.

Your stomach twists violently, because you recognize her immediately.

The same girl from two years ago, the one you used to pretend not to feel threatened by. And now she’s standing there smiling while Keonho leans in closer between conversations like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Your chest caves inward so abruptly it almost physically hurts.

No. No, no, no.

The sunlight catches against his smile as he leans closer to hear something she says over the noise of the field. He looks comfortable beside her. Easy, happy.

And suddenly you’re back to where you were two years ago.

Standing across crowded hallways watching them laugh together while pretending it didn’t bother you. Pretending you were not memorizing every interaction between them. Pretending you didn’t go home and cry quietly into your pillow because you felt insane for being jealous over a boy who wasn’t yours.

Your throat tightens painfully.

Because even now, even after leaving, after two years apart, after everything that happened the other night, seeing someone else beside him still feels unbearable.

There he was. Smiling, laughing with another girl like his world didn’t just crack open two nights ago the same way yours did.

A horrible thought twists through you immediately after. Maybe it didn’t. Maybe you were the only one shattered by it.

Keonho laughs again softly at something she says, and your heart breaks all over again.

You turn immediately before he can notice you looking, vision blurring too quickly now. You need to get out of here.

Your footsteps grow faster automatically as you move across campus, breathing uneven again, your thoughts spiralling violently.

He moved on. Of course he did. Why wouldn’t he?

You were the one who disappeared, the one who left. The one who came back carrying old feelings and messy confessions and unresolved heartbreak like time had frozen for you while everyone else kept living.

Maybe that girl had been there all along. Maybe after you left, she just slipped naturally into the empty place beside him.

“I can’t even recognize you anymore.” The memory slams into you again.

Your eyes burn...Because looking at him out there under the sunlight, beautiful and familiar, and laughing with someone else, you realize something awful.

You still recognize him perfectly.

II.

By the time you push through the gym doors, your breathing is shaky enough to hurt. The basketball court sits mostly empty in the afternoon quiet, sunlight stretching lazily across polished wood floors in long gold streaks. The air smells faintly like rubber and varnished wood, familiar in that oddly comforting way school gyms always are. Somewhere overhead, an old ventilation fan hums softly.

You move toward the wall automatically before sinking down against it, knees pulling loosely toward your chest as you press the heels of your palms against your eyes.

This is ridiculous. You’re being ridiculous, yet the tears come anyway. Your head throbs harder now too, emotional exhaustion and lingering alcohol combining into something miserable.

You inhale shakily.

THUMP.

You look up quickly. A basketball bounces away across the court.

“Oh,” a voice says immediately. “Didn’t know anyone was in here.”

James jogs lightly after the ball before stopping when he properly notices your face. “…Oh.” Fantastic.

You wipe quickly at your eyes, sniffling once. “I’m fine.”

“Mm.” He picks the basketball up easily beneath one arm. “That sounded incredibly convincing.”

You let out a weak breath somewhere between a laugh and another sniffle.

James hesitates briefly before walking closer, gaze lingering on your face in a way that’s observant without feeling invasive. “You good?”

“Define good.”

“That bad, huh?”

You lean your head back lightly against the wall. “Something like that.”

For a second, he looks like he might leave you alone. Then, after another glance at your face, he walks over and lowers himself onto the floor nearby with a soft squeak of sneakers against polished wood. The basketball spins lazily against his fingertips. “Want to talk about it?”

You immediately shake your head. Then pause. “…Maybe later.”

“Fair enough.”

Silence settles comfortably enough between you. James bounces the basketball once beside him. The sound echoes sharply through the mostly empty gym.

You glance toward him after a moment. “What are you doing here anyway?”

James bounces the ball once lightly beside him. “Habit.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “I thought you couldn’t play anymore.”

The second the words leave your mouth, something shifts subtly in his expression. “Yeah,” he says after a moment. “Mostly.” He rolls the basketball slowly between his hands, eyes fixed on it instead of you. “Messed my leg up during a match last year.” A small shrug. “Bad timing too. Final season.”

James keeps his tone casual, but you can hear the careful detachment underneath it. Like he’s recited this explanation enough times to sand the edges off it. “Tore it pretty badly landing wrong after a shot.” He snorts softly. “Actually made the basket too, which feels unfair. Like if I was gonna ruin my life, I at least deserved to miss dramatically.”

You smile faintly despite yourself.

“It was one of those huge matches everyone cared about,” he continues. “Scouts there. Coaches. Whole inspirational sports movie setup.” Another bounce of the ball. “And then my knee basically exploded.”

“James-”

“I’m exaggerating,” he says quickly. “Slightly.” But the smile he gives afterward doesn’t fully reach his eyes. The basketball stills briefly in his hands. “So that was kind of it.”

You blink slowly, gaze dropping toward his leg before you can stop yourself.

He notices immediately. “See?” he says lightly. “That face again.”

“What face?”

“The devastating pity face.”

“I do not have a pity face.”

“You absolutely do.”

You roll your eyes weakly, but your chest still aches for him, because now you understand. The jokes. The detached attitude. Why he acted like nothing really mattered anymore sometimes. Basketball had mattered. A lot.

“It healed weird,” he says after a moment, quieter now. “Physical therapy helped, but not enough.” Another shrug, smaller this time. “Couldn’t move the same afterward. Couldn’t play properly.” The basketball stills briefly in his hands. “And if you can’t play properly at that level…” He exhales softly through his nose. “That’s kinda it.”

The silence afterward stretches heavier than before. “You lost your scholarship,” you say quietly.

James exhales quietly through his nose. “Yep.”

You stare at him for a second, suddenly imagining what that must’ve felt like. Working toward something for years only to have it ripped away in one bad moment. One wrong landing. “That must’ve really hurt.”

James laughs softly, though this one sounds thinner. “Excellent medical terminology. Very professional.”

“I’m serious.”

“I know.” That’s the thing. He does know. That’s what makes it sadder.

You glance toward the hoop across the court. “Do you miss it?”

James looks over automatically too. The answer comes immediately this time. “Every day.” No joke attached to it. No sarcasm.

Something in your chest twists quietly at the sound of his honesty. You recognize that kind of loss. The kind that changes the shape of your life so suddenly you don’t know what to do with yourself afterward.

James notices your expression and immediately groans. “Oh my god,” he says. “You’re doing the face harder now.”

You snort softly despite yourself. “Sorry.”

“Don’t pity me too much. It ruins my mysterious image.”

“You were never mysterious.”

“That’s brutal.”

“You literally flirt with cafeteria workers for extra fries.”

“They like me.”

“They tolerate you.”

James clutches the basketball dramatically against his chest. “Wow. And here I was opening up emotionally.”

That earns a real laugh out of you. Small, but real.

“There we go,” he says immediately, pointing lightly toward you. “Much less concerning.” The warmth in his tone catches you slightly off guard.

James bounces the basketball once again before glancing sideways at you. “So,” he says casually, “I’m assuming whatever’s going on is probably about a guy.”

You groan instantly. “That obvious?”

“You look like you just walked out of an emotionally devastating indie film.”

“That’s horrible.”

“Also accurate.”

You bury your face briefly in your hands. “I don’t even know what I’m doing anymore.”

James watches you quietly for a second, expression softening slightly. Then he says, “Can I be honest?”

“That depends.”

“You’re probably both stupid.”

You blink at him. “…Excuse me?”

“I don’t mean stupid stupid,” he clarifies. “Just emotionally stupid. Which is unfortunately very common.”

You stare. He shrugs lightly. “Sometimes people get so focused on wanting to be understood that they forget they actually have to communicate things.” “And sometimes,” he continues, spinning the basketball once against the floor, “people are idiots who don’t realize how important something was until they’re about to lose it.”

The words land harder than they probably should. Because despite how vague he’s being, it still feels uncomfortably close to home.

James glances toward you briefly. “Human beings are embarrassing.”

“That was weirdly insightful.”

“I’m multifaceted.”

A weak smile tugs at your mouth again before it fades slightly.

James notices immediately. His voice softens a little when he speaks next. “Hey.”

You glance toward him.

“Whatever happened…” He pauses briefly. “Don’t cry yourself into thinking you’re impossible to love, okay?”

Your breath catches slightly, because somehow that sentence cuts straight through you.

James leans his head lightly back against the wall behind him, eyes drifting toward the ceiling. “People screw things up,” he says quietly. “Sometimes really badly. Doesn’t mean the feelings weren’t real.”

The gym suddenly feels too quiet. You look down quickly at your hands.

“Also,” he adds a second later, tone abruptly lighter again, “someone definitely drank way too much last night.”

Your expression freezes. James narrows his eyes at you. “…Oh my god, you’re actually hungover.”

You immediately groan. “Shut up.”

“That explains everything.” He points accusingly with the basketball. “The emotional instability. The tragic posture. The thousand-yard stare.”

“I hate you.”

“No, you don’t.” Unfortunately true.

James snorts softly before continuing, “Drink water. Actual water. Not iced coffee pretending to be water.”

“Yes, mom.”

“And eat real food.” James watches you for a second, expression unreadable for a moment before he says quietly: “You know…back then, I never really noticed you.”

You blink slightly.

He rolls the basketball slowly between his palms. “I mean obviously I knew who you were,” he says. “You were always around.” “But mostly as Keonho’s person.”

Something about hearing it phrased that way hurts more than expected. Because it’s true. For years, so much of your identity had been tied to him so naturally you’d barely even noticed it yourself.

James glances toward you properly then. “Kinda feels stupid now.”

“What does?”

“Missing out on knowing you sooner.”

The words hit softly, not flirtatious or dramatically. James exhales quietly through his nose before continuing. “You’re funny.” He gestures vaguely toward you. “And weirdly easy to talk to. And way less scary than people make you seem.”

You blink. “People think I’m scary?”

“You have a judgmental face.”

“I do not.”

“Girl.”

Another reluctant laugh escapes you. James smiles faintly at the sound before his expression softens again. “I think…” He pauses briefly, searching for the wording. “Back then, everyone kinda saw you as part of Keonho. Like you came together automatically.”

“But now?” He shrugs lightly. “I dunno. Feels like I’m actually getting to know you.”

Something warm and painful twists together inside your ribs. After the last few days, after all the tension and heartbreak and old feelings dragged violently back to the surface, this feels strangely gentle.

James spins the basketball once more before looking at you with a small grin. “I think I’d really like being your friend now.”

Simple words, but something about them settles deeply inside your chest anyway. Not because they’re grand, but because they aren’t. Because after everything lately, there’s something almost healing about someone choosing to know you now. Not as Keonho’s best friend. Not as some old memory. Not because of a letter from two years ago. Just you. Building a personal connection now, not one that’s trapped in the past.

For a second, you simply stare at him. Then slowly, you smile too.

The rest of the school day passes in a blur of irritation. Not sadness anymore, not heartbreak. Just anger.

Every time your phone buzzes against your desk, you already know who it is before even looking.

Megan. The first message is careful. Can we please talk? The second longer. I know you’re mad but please just let me explain... Then another. I genuinely didn’t think it would go this badly.

That one almost makes you laugh out loud from sheer disbelief. You don’t answer a single one.

By lunch, she starts trying in person instead. You catch glimpses of her hovering outside classrooms, searching for you between passing periods, her expression growing more frazzled every time you walk past without acknowledging her.

At one point she actually manages to catch your wrist lightly in the hallway. “Y/N, please-”

You pull your arm back immediately. “What?” you snap quietly. “What exactly are you expecting me to say right now?”

Her expression crumples instantly. “I said I was sorry.”

“You sent out my private letters to multiple people.”

“I know but-”

“You listened to me vent about all this while pretending you weren’t the reason it happened!”

Several nearby students glance over at the sharpness in your voice. Megan notices too and lowers hers immediately. “Can you not yell at me in the middle of the hallway?”

You stare at her in disbelief. “Oh my god.”

“Look, Y/N-”

“No, seriously,” you laugh once harshly. “You do not get to act overwhelmed right now.”

The guilt on her face deepens. For a second, you almost feel bad. Almost. Then you remember Keonho standing in the middle of the street looking at you like you’d ruined him. Your expression hardens again instantly. “I need space from you right now.”

“Y/N-”

You walk away before she can finish.

By the end of the school day, your anger has dulled into something heavier. Not forgiveness, not even close, just exhaustion settling deep into your bones after hours of emotional whiplash. Your final class lets out slowly, students flooding into the hallway in loud groups while you shove your books into your bag with a tired sigh. For one brief, hopeful second, you consider just going home and collapsing face first into your bed for the next twelve hours. Then you remember. Tutoring. Right.

You drag yourself toward the library with the enthusiasm of someone heading toward public execution. Thankfully, the pounding headache from earlier has mostly faded now, thanks to James’ aggressive insistence that you drink actual water. Emotionally, though, you still feel stretched thin.

The library is quieter this late in the afternoon. Sunlight filters softly through the tall windows, painting long golden shapes across the tables while the air smells faintly like old books and coffee from the librarian’s hidden stash behind the desk.

And of course, sitting at the same back table as always, is Juhoon. Already set up, organized and looking painfully academic.

You narrow your eyes at him from across the room. He notices immediately. “…Why are you looking at me like that?”

You drop into the chair across from him with a sigh. “You annoy me.”

“I haven’t spoken yet.”

“Exactly. Your whole presence.”

Juhoon stares at you for a second before calmly sliding a worksheet across the table toward you. “Sit properly.”

“Wow, you really do sound like an exhausting tutor.”

“And you really sound like my student failing mathematics.”

“That’s actually really hurtful.”

Juhoon studies your face for a second longer than usual. “You look tired.”

“Thank you. That’s exactly what every girl wants to hear.”

“You know what I mean.” His tone softens slightly on the last part, and annoyingly, your chest does a tiny stupid thing because of it. You quickly look away while pulling your notebook out. “I’m blaming you for this by the way.”

“For what?”

“For making me do math after the worst week of my life.”

Juhoon gives you a flat look. “You’re on the verge of failing, Y/N.”

“And whose fault is that?”

“Yours.”

“You’re being very unsupportive right now.”

“I’m tutoring you for free.”

“That’s true,” you admit solemnly. “You’re basically a humanitarian.”

A quiet breath escapes him that sounds dangerously close to amusement before he adjusts his glasses slightly and taps the paper in front of you. “Did you at least attempt yesterday’s problems?”

You hesitate.

“Y/N.”

“I opened the document.”

“That’s not the same thing.”

Juhoon sighs, though there’s the faintest trace of amusement pulling at the corner of his mouth now. He shifts his chair slightly closer to yours before tapping the page with his pencil. “Look,” he says. “If this line is parallel to this one, then this angle and this angle have to match. Which means you can solve for x.”

You rest your cheek against your palm, pretending to pay attention while he explains the equation.

Unfortunately, this becomes difficult very quickly. Not because of the math. It’s just… Juhoon is unfairly pretty when he’s focused. His sleeves are rolled up slightly today, his hair falls slightly into his eyes when he leans closer to the page, his voice low and calm while he explains the problem with patient concentration, and suddenly your brain decides that instead of solving equations, it would rather focus entirely on the angle of his jawline.

Seriously. How are you supposed to calculate x when all you can think about is how nice his hands look holding a pencil? This is a hostile learning environment.

“Are you listening to me?”

You blink quickly. “Mhm.”

Juhoon narrows his eyes immediately. “You weren’t.”

Your eyes widen slightly. “How did you know?”

“Because you’re staring at me like the equation personally offended you.”

“…Maybe it did.”

This time he actually looks up properly, expression flat. “The equation is numbers.”

“And yet I still dislike it.”

“You dislike everything involving effort.”

“Uhhh…true.” You groan dramatically and let your forehead hit the table lightly. “I can’t do this.”

“Yes, you can.”

“No, academically I’m actually very delicate.”

“You’re dramatic.”

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.”

Juhoon lightly pushes up his glasses. “It is when you’ve spent ten minutes complaining instead of solving one problem.”

You lift your head just enough to squint at the page again. The numbers blur unpleasantly together almost immediately. “Okay but genuinely,” you mumble, “why does math look fake?”

Juhoon leans back slightly in his chair, watching you struggle for a second before reaching over and turning the paper around toward himself again. “Look,” he says, calmer this time. “You’re overcomplicating it.”

“I’m literally not thinking at all.”

“Exactly.”

You glare at him weakly while he rewrites the equation more simply.

“There,” he says, tapping the page again. “Forget the entire formula for a second. Just focus on this part first.”

You stare down at the simplified version. “Oh.”

“Yeah. Oh.”

“That actually makes sense.”

“I know.”

You narrow your eyes slightly. “You’re being suspiciously patient today.”

Juhoon shrugs once, uncaring. “You learn better when you’re not panicking.”

The words settle unexpectedly softly somewhere in your chest. He remembers the way you get overwhelmed when things stop making sense. The way frustration makes you shut down faster. Two years later and he still adjusts around it automatically without making a big deal out of it.

You quickly look back down at the worksheet before your brain starts doing anything stupid.

“You’re losing focus again.”

“I never had focus.”

“That explains a lot.”

You grin despite yourself. And there it is again. That feeling. Not the heavy complicated emotions that keep swallowing you whole lately. Not grief or guilt or unresolved heartbreak. Just…Easy conversation, dry teasing, and the strange comfort of being understood without trying too hard.

The tutoring session drifts on after that, the sunlight outside gradually softening toward evening gold while Juhoon patiently drags you through formulas you only half cooperate with. By the end of it, your brain feels fried. You slump back dramatically in your chair while Juhoon closes his notebook. “I can’t believe I survived that.”

“You got most of the last section right.”

You lift your head slightly. “Wait really?”

“Mhm.”

Your eyes narrow suspiciously. “Was that…” You gasp softly. “Praise?”

“Don’t make it weird.”

“It is weird. I need a moment.”

Juhoon rolls his eyes, though you catch the tiny smile he’s trying to hide again, and for one strange second, watching it appear so briefly, something warm catches you off guard. Because you remember this version of him. Not just the quiet boy from the letters. Not the awkward distance from the first few days after you returned.

This one. The Juhoon who used to sit beside you after school for hours while pretending your terrible grades caused him personal suffering. The one who always acted annoyed but still stayed. Still helped, still cared.

Usually after tutoring, you walked home with Martin. It had started happening naturally again after you came back.

Neither of you really acknowledged it out loud, but somewhere between awkward reconnections and late afternoon conversations, the old habit had slipped back into place. Martin would finish poetry club, you’d finish tutoring, and the two of you would end up walking the same route home while he complained about pretentious literature students and you pretended not to enjoy listening.

Today, though, the second you and Martin step out of the school building, “Y/N.” You stop immediately.

Megan stands near the bottom of the front steps, clutching the strap of her bag tightly enough that her knuckles have gone pale. She looks like she’s been waiting there for a while. Martin glances between the two of you once before subtly slowing to a stop beside you.

You already feel tired. “Megan,” you say flatly.

“Can we talk?” she asks quickly. “Please. Just for like two minutes.”

“No.” You start walking again.

“Y/N, come on.” Her footsteps hurry after you, frustration bleeding into her voice now. “Can you stop walking away from me for five seconds?”

You stop so abruptly she nearly runs into you. “You went through my private letters,” you say, turning toward her. “What exactly do you want me to say right now?”

“I said I was sorry.”

“And I heard you.”

“Then why are you acting like I murdered someone?” Your stare sharpens instantly.

Megan immediately regrets the wording. “Okay, that came out wrong-”

“Yeah. It did.”

Students move around all three of you in waves, the after-school crowd loud and careless around the tension sitting here. Megan exhales hard through her nose before speaking again, quieter this time. “I know what I did was invasive.”

“Invasive?” You laugh once in disbelief. “Megan, you opened letters I wrote years ago that were never meant for anyone else to see.”

“I know.”

“You mailed them out.”

“I know.”

“You sat there listening to me spiral about it while pretending you had no idea what was happening.”

Guilt flashes across her face so quickly it almost makes you angrier. “I didn’t know how to tell you after,” she says weakly.

“Then maybe you should’ve thought about that before acting like a self-appointed relationship therapist.”

“I was trying to help!”

“You are not helping!”

Your voice comes out louder than intended. A couple students glance over before immediately pretending not to.

“I really thought…” She stopped herself, then tried again. “I thought maybe some things needed to be said.”

“But they were mine to say, Megan!”

Megan’s face fell immediately. “…I wasn’t trying to hurt you.”

“You did.”

“I know that now-”

“No,” you cut in quietly. “You know that because you saw the aftermath. That’s different.”

You can feel Martin standing slightly off to the side, deliberately staying out of it.

You look at Megan for another second before stepping back. “I need space from you right now.”

She looks genuinely panicked at that. “Y/N-”

“I’m serious.”

The firmness in your voice finally made her stop pushing.

For a moment, neither of you said anything. Then, more quietly, almost desperately, she asked, “Are you really going to throw our friendship away over this?”

You exhaled sharply through your nose before stepping back, “I just…I can’t do this right now.”

You turn away before she can say anything else and start walking down the sidewalk. Behind you, you hear Martin shift slightly, probably about to follow.

“M-Martin, wait.” His footsteps pause. You keep walking.

There’s a brief silence behind you before Megan speaks again, quieter now, directed at him. “I really fucked this up, didn’t I?”

Martin shoved his hands into his pockets. “You want the honest answer?”

“I think I deserve it.”

He sighed lightly. “Yeah. You did.”

Megan looked down immediately. “Do you really think I’m some awful person now?”

He exhales softly. “I think,” he says carefully, “what you did was really invasive.”

“I know that part already.”

“No, I don’t think you do.” There’s no cruelty in his voice. If anything, it sounds tired. “You read private letters,” he continues. “That’s not a small mistake, Megan. It was incredibly invasive, and honestly kind of reckless.”

She groaned softly, covering part of her face with her hand. “God.”

“But…” he paused. “I also think you genuinely believed you were helping.”

“I did.”

“That doesn’t automatically make it okay.”

“I know.”

“You can’t just interfere in people’s lives because you think you know what’s best for them.”

“I get it…I just- I didn’t mean to hurt her.”

“You can mean well and still hurt someone badly.”

Megan lets out a frustrated breath, arms folding tightly across her chest. “God, you sound like a poetry book.”

“That’s a horrible insult for someone from the poetry club.”

Despite everything, she snorts quietly. Martin glances toward where you disappeared ahead before looking back at her. Megan notices. “She’s really mad at me, huh?”

“Yes.”

“Helpful. Thanks.”

“You asked.”

Megan looked up at him hopefully for the first time all conversation. “So you don’t think I’m a terrible person?”

“I think you made a terrible decision.”

“…That sounds slightly better.”

“It’s supposed to.”

Then, more quietly: “But…was it completely wrong?” Martin hesitates, which honestly tells her enough already. “She’s talking to all of you again,” Megan says. “You, James, Juhoon, Keonho.”

“Megan,” he says carefully, “something being complicated afterward doesn’t magically make your decision okay.”

“But you can admit it changed things.”

Another pause. “…Yeah,” he admits reluctantly. “It changed things.”

Megan looks at him hopefully for the first time all conversation. “So can you maybe just…” She gestures helplessly. “Explain that to her? Not now, obviously, but eventually?”

Martin studies her for a second. “You really thought you were doing something good for Y/N.” It isn’t quite a question.

Megan laughs weakly. “Yeah. Which somehow feels worse now.”

For the first time all conversation, Martin’s expression softens slightly. “You’re kind of a disaster, you know that?”

She blinks at him. “Excuse me?”

“You created emotional chaos on a near cinematic level.”

“But,” he adds before she can glare properly, “I don’t think you’re malicious.”

Megan looks down at the pavement quietly after that. Martin adjusts the strap of his bag onto his shoulder. “I’ll…see what I can do, okay?”

Her head lifts immediately. “Really?”

“Don’t look so hopeful. I’m not performing miracles.”

A tiny laugh escapes her despite herself. Then Martin gives her one last nod before finally turning and heading down the sidewalk to catch up with you.

And Megan remains standing there alone outside the school building, watching both of you disappear around the corner.

III.

The next morning begins with a mandatory school assembly. Which means hell.

You sit slumped in the auditorium beside Martin while teachers take turns speaking into microphones with the exact same painfully enthusiastic tone that somehow makes everything sound even more exhausting. Upcoming club events, volunteer opportunities, tutoring sign-ups, a fundraiser for debate team renovations that absolutely no one seems invested in. Rows upon rows of students sit half-awake beneath dim auditorium lights, the air filled with occasional coughing, whispered conversations, and the constant rustling of uniforms. Beside you, Martin is doodling flowers onto the corner of the assembly pamphlet.

“This could’ve been an email,” you whisper.

“This is my personal ninth circle of hell,” he whispers back. You snort softly. You’re about three seconds away from dissociating completely when movement near the stage catches your attention.

A girl steps up beside the speaker stand wearing a student council badge clipped neatly onto her blazer, and your stomach drops instantly.

Her. The same girl from the football field. The same girl standing beside Keonho yesterday. The same girl whose smile has already started haunting you for reasons you resent deeply.

Your posture straightens before you can stop it. Martin notices instantly. “What?” You don’t answer.

More students begin filing onto stage behind her now, some wearing matching school jackets embroidered with the swim team logo. A few teachers clap politely, then…Keonho steps into view. Your breath catches so fast it actually annoys you. Because seriously? He has no right looking that good at eight in the morning. His dark hair is still slightly messy, like he towel-dried it too quickly after practice, and the sleeves of his uniform shirt are rolled carelessly up his forearms. He looks relaxed standing under the stage lights, one hand adjusting the microphone stand while one of his teammates says something beside him that makes him laugh softly. And there it is again. That stupid, easy smile that used to undo you without effort. The girl beside him leans closer to whisper something. Keonho tilts his head to hear her properly, smiling again.

Your heart twists painfully. Traitorous organ.

The teacher at the podium begins explaining the upcoming inter-school swim competition, encouraging students to come support the team this weekend since it’s apparently one of the biggest meets of the semester. But you barely absorb any of it, because suddenly your brain is somewhere else entirely.

Two years ago. The school pool after classes. The sharp scent of chlorine lingering in the air while late afternoon sunlight reflected across the water in shifting gold patterns. You’d been sitting cross-legged on the bleachers doing homework you definitely weren’t focusing on while Keonho floated lazily near the edge of the pool during a break between laps, staring up at you.

“You know,” he’d called dramatically, resting both arms against the pool ledge, “real friends bring snacks to practice.”

You didn’t even look up from your notebook. “I did bring snacks.”

“You brought grapes.”

“Those are literally snacks.”

“That’s rabbit food.”

You’d rolled your eyes before tossing one toward him anyway. Keonho completely missed the catch. The grape bounced directly off his forehead before plopping into the water. You laughed so hard your pencil slipped from your hand.

“Oh my god,” he yelled in disbelief, rubbing his forehead. “You assaulted me.”

“You have terrible reflexes!”

“You threw it weird!”

“You literally play sports!”

“And yet somehow defeated by fruit!” You were still laughing when he suddenly splashed water violently toward you in revenge. Ice cold water soaked across your blazer instantly. You shrieked loud enough that the coach turned around from the opposite side of the pool. “KEONHO!” His laugh echoed through the entire natatorium. Bright, warm and completely unguarded, before he looked up at you with that stupid grin, the one that always felt like sunlight directly aimed at your chest. “You should’ve seen your face,” he’d laughed.

“I hate you.”

“Sure you do.” And the worst part was…Back then? You really didn’t.

The memory fades too quickly.

The auditorium floods back in around you all at once. The microphone squeals slightly with feedback. Students whisper somewhere behind you. Someone nearby drops a pen. And up on stage, Keonho is still standing beside her. Still smiling. Just not at you anymore.

Something tightens painfully in your throat. The assembly finally dismisses several minutes later, students immediately rising from their seats as the auditorium dissolves into noise. Conversations overlap everywhere at once, chairs scrape loudly against the floor, and teachers attempt completely unsuccessfully to direct traffic toward the exits. You grab your bag quickly, already wanting distance from your own thoughts before they spiral somewhere unbearable again.

By the time you reach the hallway, your chest still feels tight. You tell yourself it’s stupid. It’s just Keonho. Just a swim competition. Just some girl. But the image of him standing beside her keeps replaying anyway. The easy smile. The way he leaned closer when she spoke. The familiarity between them. You hate how much it affects you.

Your locker swings open harder than intended with a metallic clang. A couple students nearby glance over briefly before continuing past. You start pulling books out distractedly, trying to focus on literally anything else, when something slips loose from between the pages of your history textbook and flutters to the floor. A folded piece of paper. Your brows furrow slightly as you pick it up, then immediately flatten. Megan’s handwriting. For a second, you consider throwing it away unopened. Instead, you unfold it slowly.

The letter is messy in the way only genuine apologies are. Certain sentences are scratched out and rewritten. Ink smudges slightly near the bottom like she pressed her hand against the page before it fully dried. It feels heartfelt enough that you can practically hear her voice while reading it. She admits she crossed a line. Admits she got caught up in the idea of fixing unfinished things without thinking about how badly it could hurt you. Writes that seeing you leave years ago always felt wrong to her. That she hated how everyone drifted apart afterward. That when she found the letters, some stupid part of her genuinely thought maybe honesty would reconnect people instead of breaking them further. There’s even a scribbled line near the bottom: You have every right to hate me right now but I really do love you, idiot.

…

Not enough to erase the anger or suddenly make everything okay. But enough to make the hurt feel heavier instead of sharp.

“…That bad?”

You glance sideways. Martin stands beside the locker next to yours, watching your expression carefully. He must’ve walked over while you were reading. Without saying anything, you hand him the note. He takes it carefully, eyes scanning over the page. You watch his expression shift slightly as he reads, not surprised exactly. More…understanding. When he finishes, he folds the paper properly along the original crease before handing it back to you.

For a second, neither of you says anything. Then Martin leans lightly against the lockers beside you and exhales quietly through his nose. “She sounded pretty wrecked yesterday after you left,” he admits.

You stare down at the note in your hands. “Good.” The answer comes out harsher than you intended.

Martin notices, but he doesn’t call you out on it. “She knows she messed up,” he says carefully.

“She should.”

“Y/N.”

“No, seriously.” You look up at him finally. “You’re talking about her intentions, but intentions don’t magically undo what she did.”

“I know.”

“She read things that were never supposed to leave my room.” Your grip tightens slightly around the paper. “Do you understand how violating that feels?”

Martin nods immediately. “Yeah. I do.”

“And then she mailed them out like she was directing some romance movie.” A humourless laugh escapes you. “I’ve spent the last four days emotionally imploding because of her.” Your voice lowers near the end without meaning to.

Martin’s expression softens. “I’m not saying you should forgive her right now,” he says quietly. “Honestly, if someone did that to me, I’d probably never speak to them again.”

You glance at him. “But…” He hesitates slightly before continuing. “I also don’t think she was trying to hurt you.”

You look away again. If Megan had done it malevolently, maybe it would’ve been easier to hate her cleanly, but she hadn’t. She’d genuinely believed she was helping, which somehow makes the entire thing feel even more complicated. Martin watches you for another second before speaking again. “Yesterday, after you walked away, she asked me if I thought she was a terrible person now.”

Your brows furrow slightly. “And?”

“I told her what she did was invasive and completely out of line.” He pauses. “But I also told her I didn’t think she was malicious.”

Then, quieter now, he says, “She wasn’t entirely wrong about one thing, though.” You already know where this is going.

“You and I are talking again,” he says gently. “And Juhoon. Seonghyeon.”

You exhale slowly. He’s right. That’s the complicated, awful truth sitting underneath all of this. The letters had reopened things you thought were permanently buried. Some painfully. Some beautifully. Some both at once.

Martin studies your expression carefully before adding, “I’m not saying that makes what she did okay. It doesn’t. She took away your choice, and that’s not fair.” You nod once faintly.

“But…” His voice softens slightly. “I’m still glad you came back into our lives.”

The words land quietly somewhere deep in your chest. You look back down at Megan’s letter again, thumb brushing absently over the creased edge of the paper. You’re still angry, still hurt, still not ready to forgive her. But…maybe the anger doesn’t feel quite as sharp as it did yesterday.

By the afternoon, things feel quieter again. Not better exactly, but quieter in the way a storm eventually exhausts itself. Juhoon suggests moving tutoring outside after school because, apparently, “a change in environment might improve your attention span.” You stare at him flatly across the library table. “You sound like an educational podcast.”

“I’ll take that as a compliment.”

“It wasn’t.” And somehow, despite everything, the corner of his mouth twitches slightly before he starts packing up his notes.

So now the two of you are sitting on one of the benches near the sports field, late sunlight warming the concrete paths around campus while students drift past in lazy afterschool clusters. Somewhere nearby, someone’s playing music too loudly from their phone. The football team is practicing in the distance. The entire atmosphere feels soft and golden and distracting. Which is unfortunate, because Juhoon is trying to teach you trigonometry.

“No,” he says patiently for what is probably the fifth time in ten minutes, leaning over your notebook. “You can’t just guess the angle. That’s not math…” Juhoon exhales through his nose, but there’s no actual annoyance behind it. He takes your pencil gently from your hand before rewriting the equation neatly beneath your disaster of working out. “You keep skipping steps,” he says. “Look.”

You try to focus. You really do. Everything just feels unfairly intimate. The way his sleeves are rolled up slightly from the heat. The way he’s focused enough on helping you that he hasn’t even noticed he’s absentmindedly nudging your calculator back every time it drifts too close to the edge of the bench. The quiet concentration in his expression while he explains things like your grades are personally important to him.

“This expression,” Juhoon says suddenly.

You blink. “What expression?”

“The one where you stop listening entirely.”

“I am listening.”

“You’ve been staring at the same number for two minutes.”

“…I process information slowly.”

“You process information theatrically.” That makes you laugh a little despite yourself. You lean sideways against the bench, resting your cheek against your palm while he continues explaining the problem anyway, completely aware you’re only absorbing maybe thirty percent of it. Still, he keeps going. Never rushing you. Never getting genuinely irritated even when you derail every five minutes.

It hits you suddenly that this was always what Juhoon had been like. Quietly patient. Even before you left. Back then, you used to complain dramatically about homework just to hear him explain things again in that calm voice of his while pretending not to notice you were distracting him on purpose. And every single time, without fail, he’d sigh like you were exhausting and then continue helping you anyway. Completely enabling you.

“You’re doing it again,” he says without looking up from the notebook.

“I’m literally looking at the equation.”

“Yeah, the one we moved on from ten minutes ago.”

Oh. “Well, I’m not done absorbing that one yet.”

“That’s not how learning works…”

“You’re very judgmental for someone voluntarily spending his afternoons teaching me.”

Juhoon glances at you briefly. “I ask myself why every day.”

You grin faintly. “You know you like me.”

The words slip out naturally, careless and familiar. The kind of thing you would’ve said to him easily years ago. A faint warmth creeps up your neck as you suddenly become hyperaware of the silence that follows. Juhoon’s fingers still slightly around his own pencil. For the first time since sitting down, he looks caught off guard too. His eyes flick toward you briefly before looking away again. Then, almost unconsciously, he wets his lips nervously with his tongue. “Unfortunately.”

Your stomach flutters stupidly. God. That was barely even flirtatious. So why did it feel like that? You look away quickly before your brain can embarrass you further.

A comfortable silence settles afterward, broken only by the occasional scratch of pencil against paper and distant noise from the sports field nearby. Then movement catches your attention.

Your eyes lift automatically, and immediately, your mood drops. A group of students are walking past near the front gates, bags slung over their shoulders, swim team jackets visible even from here.

Keonho is in the middle of them.

Your heartbeat stumbles instantly. He’s still wearing part of his practice uniform, hair slightly damp. The late sunlight catches against his skin as he turns to look beside him. And there she is again. Walking beside him. Close, too close. The girl says something that makes him grin immediately, and your chest twists so sharply it almost pisses you off.

Because why did he still look like that to you? Why did he still manage to pull every ounce of air from your lungs without even trying? You hate it. You hate the way your eyes keep finding him automatically. The way your stupid heart still reacts before your brain can stop it. And worst of all, you hate how natural they look together. Like they fit.

Your thoughts spiral before you can stop them.

Were they dating? Had they always been this close? Was this why he never noticed what was happening between the two of you back then? Was she the reason everything fell apart?

No, that wasn’t fair. But then why did seeing her beside him feel so awful? Especially after your fight. Especially after the way he looked at you that night, angry and hurt and completely unfamiliar.

“You’ve been holding the pencil in the air for like thirty seconds.” Juhoon’s voice snaps you back instantly.

You blink hard. “What?”

He follows your line of sight automatically toward the sports field and the students near the gate. Toward Keonho and her. Something subtle shifts in his expression then, like quiet understanding. “Oh,” he says softly.

You immediately look back down at your notebook, embarrassed by how obvious you must’ve been. “Don’t.”

“I didn’t say anything.”

“You were about to.”

Juhoon studies you for a moment before closing the notebook between you gently. “Do you want to take a break?” The softness in his voice catches you off guard slightly.

You shake your head too quickly. “No. I’m fine.”

A lie. An obvious one. Your eyes keep drifting back toward the field anyway, traitorous and restless, and you can feel Juhoon noticing every single time, a strange tightness in his expression. Not annoyance. Something quieter, fainter. Like he’s sitting right beside you, but your attention is still somewhere else entirely.

After a moment, you try for casual. “…Do you know her?”

“The girl?” You nod, pretending to reorganize your notes so you don’t have to look at him.

Juhoon glances toward the field again. “A little.”

“She’s in student council,” he continues. “Athletics representative, I think? She helps organize inter-school sports events and athlete scheduling.”

You try to sound normal when you ask, “How do you know that?”

“James.”

That makes you look up.

“Back when he was still on the basketball team,” Juhoon explains. “I used to tutor him sometimes after practice. I saw her around a few times because of that.”

Your stomach twists quietly. So she’d been there the whole time. Around the gym, the teams…Keonho. “Are she and Keonho…” You hesitate, hating how careful your voice suddenly sounds. “Close?”

Juhoon goes quiet for a second, then shrugs lightly. “I don’t know,” he says honestly. “They seem friendly.” His tone stays even, but there’s something slightly restrained underneath it now.

Friendly. You almost laugh. Because that word means absolutely nothing. Friendly could mean classmates. Friendly could mean flirting. Friendly could mean secretly in love for years while everyone else stayed oblivious.

Your grip slightly tightens around the pencil in your hand. The worst part was that nobody could give you a real answer. Just fragments. Little moments your brain kept stitching together against your will. The easy smiles, a hand lingering there, the way Keonho looked at her like being near her was effortless. The same way he used to look at you.

You stare down at the unfinished equation in front of you, numbers blurring slightly together. Then quietly: “What do you do when someone just…moves on without telling you?”

The words leave your mouth and immediately you wince internally. Because isn’t that exactly what you did? You left. You disappeared for two years and cut everyone off because you were scared and hurting and selfish enough to think distance would solve everything. The hypocrisy of the question settles heavily in your chest.

But Juhoon doesn’t point it out, or make you feel guilty for it. Beside you, he goes very still. For a second, you think he’s not going to answer at all. But then he says carefully, “I don’t think people always move on as cleanly as they pretend to.” “Sometimes,” he says slowly, “they just get better at acting like they did. You’d be surprised how long people can carry things quietly.”

Your throat tightens. Suddenly it doesn’t feel like he’s only talking about Keonho anymore. And when you glance at him properly, there’s something unreadable in his expression too.

Something almost sad.

IV.

The next day starts normally enough, which honestly feels offensive considering the state of your internal life. You keep trying to pay attention in class, like your emotional stability isn’t currently hanging by a thread. Students laugh in hallways. Someone nearly trips over a backpack during first period. The cafeteria somehow still serves fries that taste vaguely artificial. Meanwhile, your brain has decided to become deeply, irrationally fixated on one specific person.

Her. You try not to think about it at first. You really do. But then someone in class casually mentions the upcoming swim competition and immediately your mind supplies the image of Keonho standing beside her during assembly. Then during third period, you spot one of the swim team jackets hanging over a chair and suddenly you’re thinking about the football field again. About the way she’d laughed while touching his arm. About the way he’d smiled back without even seeming to notice he was doing it.

It’s irritating. Mostly because you keep trying to convince yourself you don’t actually care. They could just be friends. She worked with the sports teams. Juhoon literally said she was involved in student council athletics stuff. Of course she’d be around Keonho often. He was one of the school’s best swimmers, if not the best. It would honestly be weirder if they didn’t know each other. Logically, everything makes sense. Emotionally, you still hate every second of it.

Because “they work together” doesn’t explain the way he looked at her. And it definitely didn’t explain why every time you saw them together, it felt like someone was slowly pressing against a bruise inside your chest. Maybe that’s the part digging under your skin the most. Not the touching or the closeness. Not even the possibility that they might be dating. It’s the familiarity, the ease. The way she fit beside him naturally, like she’d always been there.

By lunchtime, you’ve managed to annoy yourself so thoroughly with your own thoughts that you end up wandering the administrative hallway mostly to clear your head. Unfortunately, that’s when you notice the giant bulletin board.

MEET YOUR STUDENT COUNCIL.

Your steps slow automatically. Rows of smiling student council photos stare back at you beneath neatly printed names and titles. President. Vice President. Treasurer. Event Planning Committee. And before you can stop yourself, your eyes are already scanning for her.

“You’ve been standing here for a concerning amount of time.” Martin’s voice beside you nearly makes you jump.

“I’m not doing anything,” you say immediately.

“Mm.” He glances at the board. “That’s why you’re staring at student council members like you’re conducting a criminal investigation.” You ignore him, continuing to scan down the poster until finally...There.

‘Han Soojin. Athletics & Events Coordinator.’ Responsible for organizing inter-school sports events, athlete scheduling, team support initiatives, and campus athletics partnerships. There’s a neat little photo beside her name. Perfectly styled hair. Polished smile. Student council badge clipped cleanly against her blazer. Pretty.

Your mood worsens instantly. Martin leans slightly closer to the poster. “That her?”

You cross your arms. “Maybe.”

“That means yes.”

You sigh quietly through your nose. Martin studies your expression for another second before speaking more carefully this time. “You know…you could probably start by admitting to yourself that you care.”

“I don’t care.”

“Y/N.”

“I’m serious.”

“You are currently staring at the student council poster trying to gather background information on another girl.”

“Well, it sounds dramatic when you say it like that.”

“Because it is dramatic.”

You finally look at him. “I’m not stalking her.”

“Can you honestly say you’re not going to try and stalk her on Instagram after this?”

“I’m just curious.”

“About?”

You open your mouth automatically. Then pause. Because honestly? You’re not fully sure. You could say you’re curious about Keonho’s friend, about why they seem so close, about whether there’s actually something going on between them. But that still wouldn’t cover the real question sitting underneath all of it. The one you still haven’t properly admitted to yourself yet. Did he move on?

The thought makes something uncomfortable tighten in your chest. Martin watches your expression shift slightly and immediately softens a little. “Hey.”

You look away quickly.

“I’m not saying you’re crazy for caring,” he says. “I just think maybe pretending you don’t care at all is making you spiral harder.”

You stare back at the poster. At Soojin’s smiling picture. Athletics & Events Coordinator. That’s it. That’s all you’ve managed to find out. A title. A name. Nothing useful. No explanation for why she and Keonho seem attached at the hip lately. No confirmation about whether they’re dating. No actual answers. Just enough information to make your imagination worse.

“I still don’t know anything,” you mutter.

Martin tilts his head slightly. “What exactly are you trying to know?”

You fall silent again. The honest answer sounds humiliating. Were they together? Did he like her? Had he always liked her? Was that why things between you and him had never fully crossed the line back then? Did you lose something before you even properly had it?

Your stomach twists. Finally, you shrug lightly and look away from the board. “…Nothing, I guess.”

Martin gives you a look that says he does not believe you for even a second. Thankfully, he lets it go anyway.

By the end of the school day, the entire campus feels louder than usual. Mostly because nobody is invested in actual academics anymore. Classes are shortened due to the inter-school swim competition, which means students spend the last hour barely pretending to pay attention while making plans for the meet instead. The hallways buzz with excitement by final bell, groups already heading toward the sports complex in clusters of school colours and swim team jackets.

You, meanwhile, are fully prepared to go home.

“Absolutely not,” Martin says immediately when you tell him this while shoving books into your bag.

You look up flatly. “Absolutely yes.”

“You’re coming.”

“No.”

“Yes.”

“I literally do not want to watch Keonho look devastatingly attractive in 4K for two straight hours.”

Martin snorts loudly enough that two people glance over.

“I’m serious,” you mutter.

“You’re being dramatic again.”

“You say that like it’s not my defining personality trait.”

Martin falls into step beside you as you leave the classroom. “Y/N, come on. It’s one swim meet. You don’t even know if he’ll notice you there.”

“That’s somehow worse.”

Martin laughs under his breath while adjusting the strap of his bag. “You’ve spent the entire day obsessing over this girl and whether or not she’s dating him. At this point, staying home won’t magically make you stop thinking about it.”

You glare at him.

“Come on, where’s your school spirit?” he continues anyway, gaining a groan from you.

“Look,” he says more gently after a second. “I just think hiding from it is probably making it worse.”

You exhale quietly, because unfortunately, he’s probably right. And maybe some part of you wants to go anyway, not for the competition or even for Keonho, but just to see. To understand. To finally figure out what the deal is between him and Soojin, which is probably unhealthy. But still.

Twenty minutes later, you find yourself walking beside Martin across campus toward the natatorium anyway. The late afternoon sun hangs low across the sports fields, warm light spilling across concrete pathways crowded with students. The closer you get to the sports complex, the louder everything becomes. Music echoes faintly from inside the building already, mixed with whistles and overlapping conversations.

You shove your hands into your jacket pockets. “I hate that you convinced me.”

Martin looks smug. “I actually feel very accomplished.”

You roll your eyes, but the corner of your mouth twitches anyway.

For a minute, the two of you walk quietly through the crowd. Then Martin says carefully, “You know…you could still talk to him.”

Your stomach tightens instantly, but you keep your eyes ahead. “Martin.”

“I’m serious.”

“There’s nothing to talk about.”

“I’d argue there’s a lot to talk about.”

You sigh quietly through your nose. Martin slows slightly beside you. “If he knew Megan sent the letters-”

“It’s not about the letters.”

The words leave your mouth too quickly, too honestly. He glances sideways at you immediately…and because he’s Martin, he notices everything.

You stare ahead at the sports building entrance while students stream around you. “The letters just…” You struggle briefly for the right wording. “They brought everything back.”

“Back from where?”

You laugh softly once, but there’s no humour in it. “I don’t know. From wherever I shoved it for two years.”

Martin stays quiet. So you keep talking before you can stop yourself. “It would honestly be easier if this was only about Megan sending them.” Your fingers tighten slightly around the strap of your bag. “Because then at least there’d be one thing to blame.”

“But there isn’t.”

You shake your head slowly. Because how do you explain this properly? How do you explain that nothing between you and Keonho had ever fully ended cleanly enough to bury? That leaving had felt easier than staying and dealing with everything you never said? That maybe part of you had always known there were feelings there, but both of you kept dancing around them until it became too late?

You swallow once. “It’s just…” You hesitate. “There’s a lot he doesn’t know.”

Martin watches you carefully now.

“And there’s a lot I never said.”

The noise from the natatorium grows louder as you near the entrance. Students push past excitedly around you while Martin stays quiet beside you for a few seconds. Then gently: “Do you think he didn’t know?”

The question catches you off guard. You frown slightly. “What?”

“That you cared about him.”

Your heartbeat stumbles annoyingly fast, as you look away immediately. “I never said that.”

“You didn’t have to.”

The softness of his voice makes your chest ache unexpectedly. For a second, you don’t answer. Because honestly? You don’t know. You don’t know what Keonho understood back then, if he realized how much that fight had hurt you. You don’t know if he noticed the way you kept waiting afterward. For one conversation, one text, one sign that he still wanted you around despite everything.

But he never knew you were leaving. That’s the part that still twists painfully inside your chest. Because Keonho would’ve said something if he’d known. Maybe he would’ve stopped you or shown up at your house angry and breathless demanding to know why you were disappearing for two whole years.

Or maybe he wouldn’t have. Not knowing feels worse.

By the time you reach the entrance doors, your thoughts feel tangled all over again. Martin nudges your shoulder lightly before pushing the doors open. “Come on,” he says. “Try not to emotionally combust before halftime.”

“It’s swimming,” you mutter automatically. “There is no halftime.”

“See? You’re already participating.”

The natatorium is already loud when you both enter. The huge indoor pool reflects sharp bands of light across the ceiling while students fill the bleachers in noisy clusters. School banners hang from the railings overhead, and somewhere near the front, the announcer’s microphone screeches painfully with feedback.

“Jesus,” Martin mutters. “That sound aged me.”

As you both climb the bleachers searching for seats, movement catches your eye a few rows over. Juhoon sits near the middle section with James sprawled lazily beside him, one leg stretched over the bench in front. James notices you first.

“Well, well,” James says the second he spots you heading toward their row. “Look who came to a sports event without the motivation of secretly gawking at a handsome player this time.”

You nearly choke. Juhoon turns his head slowly, giving James a weird look. “What?”

James freezes too, realization immediately hitting his face a second too late. “Oh.”

Your soul leaves your body. Of course they don’t know they both got a letter. And judging by the way Juhoon is now looking between the two of you with narrowed eyes, he’s figuring that out very quickly.

James coughs awkwardly. “That sounded worse out loud.”

“You think?” you hiss.

Juhoon’s gaze lingers on you for half a second longer than necessary before he leans back slightly in his seat. “Interesting.”

“Nothing about this is interesting.”

“It actually sounds extremely interesting,” he says calmly.

James points at you immediately, “Hey, she did write that she used to attend my games because she thought I looked good in basketball jerseys.”

You bury your face in your hands. “That’s not- I hate both of you.”

James looks delighted now that he’s no longer suffering alone. “No, wait, my favorite part was when she wrote-”

“Finish that sentence and I’ll shove you into the pool.”

“That’s fair.”

Juhoon is very obviously trying not to smile now, which somehow makes it worse. “You wrote letters to everyone?” he asks lightly.

You look up immediately. “Not everyone…! Don’t act curious. Yours was annoying too.”

James blinks. “Wait, he got one too?”

Now it’s Juhoon’s turn to go still. A beat of silence passes.

Then James slowly points between both of you. “Oh, this just became significantly more entertaining.”

“None of this is entertaining,” you mutter.

“It absolutely is,” James says. “For me, specifically.”

Juhoon shakes his head once, though there’s amusement sitting quietly in his expression now. “You’re lucky I’m choosing not to ask follow-up questions.”

“That’s because you respect my privacy,” you say immediately.

Juhoon gives you a look. “I said I was choosing not to ask. Not that I wasn’t curious.”

Your stomach flutters annoyingly for absolutely no reason. Thankfully, James interrupts before your brain can spiral anywhere embarrassing. “Anyway,” he says, gesturing toward the pool, “welcome to the thrilling world of school sports. There’ll be chlorine, screaming, and at least one overly emotional parent in the audience.”

“And one athlete crying dramatically after winning,” Juhoon adds.

James points at him accusingly. “That happened once.”

You laugh before you can stop yourself, the sound coming easier than it had all day.

Juhoon then turns to you, tone perfectly dry. “You must be thrilled about tutoring getting cancelled.”

“It’s the happiest day of my life.”

“I knew you didn’t care about your education.”

James shakes his head solemnly. “Nah, your teaching is unbearable. No compassion or warmth.” He leans back against the bleacher seat with a sigh. “You know what his problem is? He enjoys being correct too much.”

Juhoon just sighs. “That’s because I usually am.”

“You hear this?” James gestures toward Juhoon like he’s presenting evidence in court. “This is why nobody likes gifted students.”

“I like gifted students,” you say absently.

Juhoon glances toward you immediately. You realize what you said about one second too late.

“So,” James says slowly, looking between both of you now, visibly entertained. “Interesting atmosphere here.”

Thankfully, you’re saved as the announcer’s voice echoes through the stadium again, calling swimmers toward the preparation area. Martin, seated several rows lower, glances back toward you and gestures dramatically. “Are you abandoning me for cooler people?”

“You’ll survive,” you call back as you stand, adjusting your bag against your shoulder. “I should go before he starts taking this personally.”

“Looks like he already has,” James says.

Martin flips him off from across the bleachers.

“Charming guy,” James remarks.

“He writes poetry,” you reply.

“That explains everything.”

You laugh again, then glance toward Juhoon briefly. “See you later.”

He nods once, the tips of his ears slightly pink. “See you.”

As you start heading back down the bleachers toward Martin, movement near the aisle catches your eye. Seonghyeon. He’s halfway down the steps already, attention fixed on his phone, clearly searching for somewhere to sit. And before you can really think about why you’re doing it…“Seonghyeon!”

He looks up immediately, visibly surprised. You suddenly feel oddly awkward under the attention. “Uh…you can sit with us if you want?”

For a second, he just blinks at you, like the invitation genuinely caught him off guard. Then he nods slowly. “Oh. Sure, if you don’t mind.”

Martin shifts over slightly as Seonghyeon reaches your row. The two of them exchange the kind of polite half-familiar look people do when they technically know each other from years of sharing classes and hallways without ever properly speaking.

“Hey,” Martin says. “We had literature together last semester, right?”

Seonghyeon nods once as he sits carefully beside him. “Yeah.”

“You did that presentation on Osamu Dazai.”

A faint look of recognition crosses Seonghyeon’s face. “Oh. Right.”

Martin points accusingly. “You set the grading curve way too high, by the way.”

A quiet laugh slips out of Seonghyeon before he can stop it, and something about it feels unexpectedly nice. “Sorry?”

The competition starts in a rush of noise.

The second the first whistle blows, the entire natatorium seems to wake up all at once: water crashing against tile, sneakers squeaking across wet floors, the sharp echo of announcers calling lane assignments through crackling speakers. Students crowd the bleachers in waves of school colours, handmade signs lifted overhead while teammates scream themselves hoarse every time someone from your school even remotely places well in an event.

The atmosphere is ridiculous. Loud, humid, chaotic. Martin gets invested almost immediately. Five minutes into the first relay, he’s already leaning halfway over the railing. “NO, because that turn was suspicious.”

“You do not know swimming rules,” you tell him.

“I know corruption when I see it.”

You laugh despite yourself as the crowd erupts again nearby, another race ending in a frenzy of cheers and splashing water.

For a while, it’s easy to get swept up in the energy of it all. Students chanting school slogans, athletes wrapped in towels rushing past the bleachers, coaches yelling instructions over clipboards. Somewhere behind you, someone spills an entire drink and starts apologizing with the intensity of a war criminal. And then eventually… “Next up,” the announcer says, voice echoing sharply through the stadium, “the boys’ senior individual medley final.”

Something shifts instantly. You feel it before you even fully process why. The noise changes, not quieter, if anything louder, but sharper somehow. More focused. Students start sitting up straighter. A few people near the front stand completely. The swim team gathered by the pool edge suddenly looks intensely alert, teammates crowding toward the railings.

Beside you, Martin glances toward the lanes. “Ah,” he says knowingly. “Golden boy time.”

One by one, swimmers step onto the platforms while their names are announced overhead. And then Keonho walks out. The reaction from the crowd is immediate. Cheers explode across the natatorium so loudly that even the opposing schools start looking irritated.

You hate how instantly your eyes find him.

He looks good. Not in the carefully polished way some people do, not staged or overly aware of himself. Just completely alive in this environment, like every sharp edge of him settles into place the second he steps near the water. His damp hair is pushed messily back from his forehead, swim cap hanging loose around his neck while he rolls one shoulder absentmindedly before adjusting his goggles. The harsh overhead lights catch against the water still clinging to his skin, tracing down the line of his arms and shoulders, the easy strength built from years of training. But more than that, he looks certain. Focused in a way that makes the rest of the room seem blurry around him.

You remember suddenly, painfully, how much he used to love medley races specifically.

Now, standing beneath the stadium lights with his goggles settled into place, he looks exactly like he did back then. Like he belongs here.

The whistle blows. Silence crashes down for one suspended second before the swimmers dive.

The crowd erupts instantly. Keonho hits the water cleanly, barely even splashing before disappearing beneath the surface in one smooth motion. Butterfly first. And immediately, he surges ahead.

The power behind each stroke is almost violent, shoulders cutting through the water while the swimmers beside him struggle to keep pace. Water crashes hard against the lane ropes as the entire pool explodes into motion. Students are screaming already. The swim team is pounding against the railings so hard you’re vaguely concerned they might break something.

Beside you, Martin stands up abruptly. “Oh my god, he’s insane.”

Keonho reaches the wall first and transitions flawlessly. Every movement sharp and practiced like muscle memory carved permanently into his body. You can feel the momentum building through the entire natatorium now: students rising to their feet, teammates shouting themselves hoarse, coaches yelling split times over the chaos.

Lastly, freestyle. His strongest finish. Keonho launches forward like he’s chasing something. Or outrunning it. The final lap becomes absolute madness. Water crashing, whistles shrieking, your school practically shaking the bleachers from sheer noise alone. Someone behind you is screaming his name repeatedly at a volume that genuinely feels medically concerning. Through all of it, he never slows down.

By the final stretch, it’s obvious he’s going to win. You can see it in the confidence of every stroke, in the way the swimmers beside him are already falling behind, in the barely restrained anticipation from his teammates gathered poolside.

Then the buzzer sounds. The scoreboard flashes.

First.

The natatorium explodes.

Students leap to their feet cheering while the swim team practically floods the edge of the pool. Towels get thrown. Someone nearly falls into the water trying to grab Keonho’s shoulder when he surfaces laughing breathlessly, pushing wet hair back from his face while teammates crowd around him yelling over each other. And despite everything….despite the fights, despite the hurt, despite how complicated everything between you has become, you clap too. Because you remember every early morning practice. Every exhausted complaint. Every race he lost before this one. You know how badly he wanted it.

Keonho grins while one of his teammates nearly tackles him sideways into the lane rope again. Then his gaze shifts past them, toward the edge of the pool. Toward her.

Soojin steps closer, laughing as she says something you can’t hear over the noise. Her student council badge still glints against her blazer even here, surrounded by soaked athletes and screaming students. He reaches for the side of the pool while she crouches slightly closer to hear him better, and when she laughs again, he laughs too, wide and unguarded in a way that makes something inside your chest ache sharply.

Your clapping slows before stopping completely. The cheers around you suddenly feel far away.

Martin notices immediately. He glances sideways just in time to catch the way your expression dims, and something softer settles across his face. “You okay?” he asks quietly.

You force your gaze away from Keonho and make your mouth curve into something that probably resembles a smile. “Never been better,” you say.

Martin hums once, unconvinced. “Mm,” he says gently.

Once the noise surrounding Keonho’s win finally began to settle into scattered conversations and excited chatter, Martin nudged your shoulder lightly with his own. “You need to get out of here before you detonate.”

You were still staring vaguely toward the pool deck where swimmers and students crowded together in celebration. “I’m perfectly composed.”

“You’re spiralling.”

You scoffed quietly, though without much energy behind it. Martin studied you for another second before jerking his head toward the exit. “Come on. Diner?”

That finally pulled your attention toward him. “Right now?”

“Yes, right now. We’re getting fries, you’re getting a milkshake, and you’re going to stop staring at Keonho like a Victorian widow watching her husband leave for war.”

You gave Martin a long look. “What the fuck.”

Still, you shook your head, smiling faintly as you grabbed your bag and followed him down the bleachers. The crowd had mostly dissolved now into smaller groups lingering near the exits, students loudly replaying moments from the meet while swimmers moved around wrapped in towels and team jackets.

As you stepped into the aisle near the lower rows, your eyes landed briefly on Seonghyeon a few feet away. He was alone, crouched slightly while zipping up his backpack, looking like he was debating whether to leave or wait for someone. Before you could properly think the impulse through, you called out. “Seonghyeon.”

He looked up immediately. “Oh, hey.”

You adjusted the strap of your bag awkwardly. “We’re going to the diner nearby. Do you…want to come?”

Beside you, Martin’s eyebrows lifted slightly in surprise, though to his credit, he recovered almost instantly. “Yeah,” he added easily. “The more people there are, the less she can dramatically monologue about her life.”

Seonghyeon let out a quiet laugh at that, but he still looked caught off guard by the invitation itself. “You’re…asking me?” The question came out more genuine than teasing, like he truly hadn’t expected it.

“Yeah,” you said, suddenly feeling oddly self-conscious. “I mean. If you want.”

For a second, he actually looked tempted, then his expression shifted slightly, almost apologetic. “I can’t, actually.”

“Oh.” You tried not to sound disappointed by that for some reason. “It’s okay, no pressure or anything-”

“It’s just…There’s this thing after the meet,” he explained, rubbing lightly at the back of his neck. “Student council organized some small afterparty for the swim team.”

Martin glanced between the two of you. “An actual party?”

“More like food and celebration stuff,” Seonghyeon said. “Nothing huge.”

Then, after a brief hesitation: “Keonho asked me to come.”

The moment the name left his mouth, his expression changed faintly, like he realized a second too late how awkward that sounded standing in front of you. Especially tonight.

You forced your face not to react. “Oh,” you said quickly. “Right. Yeah, obviously.”

Seonghyeon looked almost uncomfortable now. “Sorry, I just-”

“No, seriously, it’s fine,” you interrupted. “Go. Have fun.”

He still seemed unsure whether he’d somehow said the wrong thing, but after another small nod goodbye, he headed back toward the pool deck entrance.

The second he disappeared into the crowd again, one awful thought surfaced immediately in your brain.

Student council afterparty...meaning she’d be there too. Brilliant.

The diner was crowded by the time you and Martin got there, the inside glowing warm against the dark evening outside. Neon lights reflected against the windows, old songs hummed faintly through the speakers overhead, and the air smelled overwhelmingly like fries, syrup, and coffee. Every booth seemed packed with loud students still high off the energy of the swim meet.

Martin slid into the booth across from you with a dramatic sigh. “If I don’t consume fried food immediately, I may actually pass away.”

“You say that every single time we come here.”

“And yet it remains true every single time.”

You rolled your eyes, but some of the heaviness in your chest had eased slightly already. Maybe it was the familiarity of the place. Maybe it was just Martin being Martin, talking enough for the both of you until silence became impossible.

By the time your food arrived, he’d fully committed himself to the mission of dragging you out of your own head.

“You know,” he said casually while stealing fries from your plate without permission, “I think your current life philosophy is deeply unhealthy.”

You narrowed your eyes. “Oh? And what exactly is my life philosophy?”

He pointed a fry at you accusingly. “It’s ‘I will stare tragically into the distance over one man until I perish.’”

“That is not my philosophy.”

“It kind of is.”

You snorted despite yourself and reached across the table to smack his wrist before he could steal another fry.

Martin only looked smugger. “Seriously, though. You’re way too hyperfixated on Keonho.”

“I am not hyperfixated.”

“You literally spent an entire lunch break investigating student council posters for a girl he’s hanging out with.”

“That was just curiosity.”

“That was stalking.”

You laughed quietly into your milkshake, shaking your head.

Martin’s expression softened a little after that. “Look, I get it. I’m not saying you can magically stop caring about someone overnight. But you also can’t keep revolving your entire emotional state around one guy.”

Your fingers slowed around the straw.

“I mean…” He shrugged lightly. “There are other people. Other fish in the sea and all that.”

You groaned immediately. “That phrase is horrible.”

“It survives because it’s true.”

“Easy for you to say.”

Martin leaned back against the booth. “You act like Keonho is the only attractive person to ever exist.”

“He’s not.”

“Good. Progress.”

“I didn’t say that.”

“But you thought it.”

You kicked his shin lightly under the table.

Martin grinned. “My point is, you’re acting like your life is permanently over because one guy might maybe possibly have moved on.”

The words settled uncomfortably inside your chest, because maybe that was true. Maybe you had been letting Keonho consume far too much space inside your head for someone who barely even spoke to you properly anymore.

And it wasn’t like you were hopelessly, devastatingly in love with him. …Right?

Your stomach twisted faintly at the thought, immediately betraying you with the memory of yesterday morning. Sitting beside Seonghyeon. Quietly admitting out loud—

You shoved the thought away instantly. No. You were not thinking about that right now.

Instead, you sighed dramatically and slumped further into the booth. “Fine. Maybe spiralling over him twenty-four seven isn’t exactly helping me.”

Martin pointed at you triumphantly. “Growth.”

“Don’t make this worse.”

“I’m proud of you.”

The conversation drifted more easily after that. Martin went on an unnecessarily passionate rant about how mint chocolate ice cream was “criminally underappreciated by society.” You nearly choked laughing. Then you somehow ended up debating whether your cafeteria food legally qualified as food, followed by Martin launching into a genuinely heated complaint about people annotating library books.

“You are not the protagonist of literature,” he declared. “Stop writing in public copies like your thoughts deserve archival preservation.”

“You sound personally victimized.”

“Because I checked out a book last week and someone had written ‘HE JUST LIKE ME FR’ in the margins.”

You burst into laughter so hard your stomach hurt.

For the first time all evening, you actually stopped thinking about Keonho. Or at least mostly.

Hours passed quicker after that. Outside, the sky had gone fully dark by the time Martin absentmindedly unlocked his phone mid-conversation. His thumb paused suddenly against the screen.

“Oh, the student council already uploaded pictures from tonight.”

Your stomach dipped slightly despite yourself. Martin noticed your expression immediately. “Oh, wait, sorry. I was just gonna show you the decorations because they actually made the place look decent for once.”

“It’s fine,” you said, even though it wasn’t entirely.

He hesitated before turning the phone toward you anyway.

The post was mostly harmless at first. Pictures of the pool. Team photos. Students holding up school banners. Someone had apparently thrown confetti at one point because glitter covered half the pictures.

You swiped once. Then again.

And froze.

Keonho. And Soojin. Standing close together in one of the afterparty photos while people crowded around behind them. Both smiling toward the camera.

And his hand rested lightly around her waist.

Your chest tightened so suddenly it almost hurt. Martin saw your expression change instantly and reached for the phone immediately. “Okay, never mind, that was a horrible idea.”

But you’d already seen it.

You handed the phone back calmly enough. “It’s okay.” A lie. Your thoughts had already started spiralling again.

So that was it, then. Maybe he really had moved on. Maybe whatever had existed between the two of you had only mattered to you in the end. And if Keonho was happy now, if he liked someone else enough to stand there with his hand around her like that, then what exactly were you still doing? Still waiting for him? Still revolving around him? Still hurting over him?

By the time you and Martin finally left the diner, the streets outside had gone quieter, the air colder against your skin.

Martin kept talking as you walked, clearly still trying to keep your mind occupied, but you barely heard half of it anymore, your attention kept drifting. Back to the picture. Keonho smiling beside Soojin. His hand around her waist so naturally like it belonged there, how easy he’d looked. Comfortable even, happy.

If there had ever been something between the two of you at all, he’d moved past it now. Past you.

And honestly…what were you even doing anymore?

Martin’s words from earlier replayed suddenly in your head.

You’re way too hyperfixated on Keonho. You also can’t keep revolving your entire emotional state around one guy.

The thought settled heavily inside you. Because he was right.

Maybe you had spent so long circling around Keonho, around old feelings, old fights, old memories, that you’d forgotten how to be anything else.

And if Keonho really liked someone else now…if he was happy with someone else…then why were you still stuck here? Still waiting for something that clearly wasn’t coming back?

Your footsteps slowed slightly.

An idea sparked suddenly in the middle of all that spiralling. Reckless. Impulsive. Possibly the worst decision you’d made all month. Which, considering recent events, was saying a lot.

You almost stopped walking entirely.

Martin noticed immediately. “Why do you look like you’re about to commit arson?”

You blinked. “What?”

“That face,” he said suspiciously. “That’s your terrible idea face.”

“I don’t have a terrible idea face.”

“You absolutely do.”

You rolled your eyes, but your brain was already moving too fast now.

By the time you reached the corner where your routes home split apart, the idea had rooted itself firmly enough that you couldn’t shake it anymore.

Martin pointed down the opposite street. “Alright, I’m heading this way.”

“Yeah,” you said distractedly.

He narrowed his eyes slightly. “You good?”

“Obviously.”

“That answer inspires zero confidence.”

You forced a quick smile anyway. “I’ll text you later.”

Martin still looked unconvinced, but after a second he sighed dramatically. “Fine. Good night.”

“Night, Martin.”

And the second he disappeared around the corner…

You ran.

Not toward your house. Toward his.

Your thoughts pounded louder with every step.

This was insane.

Actually insane.

But the image of Keonho and Soojin together kept replaying in your head anyway, over and over until something hot and reckless twisted sharply in your chest.

Fine.

If Keonho had moved on…maybe it was time you did too.

By the time you reached his house, you were slightly out of breath, lungs aching from sprinting half the neighbourhood in shoes absolutely not designed for running.

Lights glowed softly behind the front windows.

For one brief second, doubt hit you. What exactly were you even planning to say?

Too late now.

You knocked once. Then again, louder this time.

A few seconds later, footsteps approached from inside.

The door opened.

Seonghyeon blinked the second he saw you standing there on his porch.

“…Y/N?” His brows furrowed immediately. “It’s late. What are you doing here?”

You looked straight at him.

“I need your help.”

pairing: ot13 x reader

category: omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics, sports au: volleyball, polyamory

status: completed

total word count: 72.5k

content warnings: omega!reader, fem!reader, this is set entirely in omegaverse so read at your own risk! exploration of secondary gender and pack dynamics, ruts, heats, knots and scenting. angst, fluff and smut. insecurity, the feeling of being lonely, abandoned, hurt, being ‘othered’. jealousy, some hostility. unprotected sex, nsfw, mentions of breeding, mating, knotting, omega subspace, multiple orgasms. there’s love between all subgenders. all members of seventeen are featured: alpha - seungcheol, jeonghan, junhui, soonyoung, wonwoo, seokmin, mingyu, hansol. beta - joshua, chan. omega - jihoon, minghao, seungkwan.

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

☆ prologue (wc: 1.4k)

☆ chapter 1 - (wc: 7.2k)

☆ chapter 2 - (wc: 8.9k)

☆ chapter 3 - (wc: 8.3k)

☆ chapter 4 - (wc: 9k)

☆ chapter 5 - (wc: 8.4k)

☆ chapter 6 - (wc: 9k)

☆ chapter 7 - (wc: 8.6k)

☆ chapter 8 - (wc: 9k)

☆ epilogue - (wc: 2.7k)

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒

☆ seungkwan + vernon-focus (wc: 4.9k)

☆ seungcheol-focus (wc: 3.7k)

pairing: ot13 x reader

category: omegaverse au, a/b/o dynamics, sports au: volleyball, polyamory

status: completed

total word count: 72.5k

content warnings: omega!reader, fem!reader, this is set entirely in omegaverse so read at your own risk! exploration of secondary gender and pack dynamics, ruts, heats, knots and scenting. angst, fluff and smut. insecurity, the feeling of being lonely, abandoned, hurt, being ‘othered’. jealousy, some hostility. unprotected sex, nsfw, mentions of breeding, mating, knotting, omega subspace, multiple orgasms. there’s love between all subgenders. all members of seventeen are featured: alpha - seungcheol, jeonghan, junhui, soonyoung, wonwoo, seokmin, mingyu, hansol. beta - joshua, chan. omega - jihoon, minghao, seungkwan.

𝐈𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐗

☆ prologue (wc: 1.4k)

☆ chapter 1 - (wc: 7.2k)

☆ chapter 2 - (wc: 8.9k)

☆ chapter 3 - (wc: 8.3k)

☆ chapter 4 - (wc: 9k)

☆ chapter 5 - (wc: 8.4k)

☆ chapter 6 - (wc: 9k)

☆ chapter 7 - (wc: 8.6k)

☆ chapter 8 - (wc: 9k)

☆ epilogue - (wc: 2.7k)

𝐁𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐒

☆ seungkwan + vernon-focus (wc: 4.9k)

☆ seungcheol-focus (wc: 3.7k)

Smut warnings: sexual limits, heavy kissing/making out, marking, breast/nipple play, dry humping, clitoral stimulation, degradation, descriptive oral (f!recieving), vaginal fingering, sight deprivation, bulge rubbing, orgasm control, praise, slight begging, cum eating, anal play, oral (m!recieving), restraining (handcuffs), masturbation, slight voyeurisms, double penetration?, squirting, switching positions, multiple orgasms, creampies, insinuated aftercare, cunnulingus, pacification

“Dispatch leaks photos of the Reckless Heiress leaving club Aces at 3am with public figure Soonyoung.” - HYBE News

“Caught with actor, Wen Junhui at the premier of his latest movie, the Reckless Heiress.” - ATTACA Magazine

“The Reckless Heiress seen drinking with top music producer, Woozi at a listening party” - GEFFEN Daily

In all twenty-something years of your life, that was what you were known as. Even though you were a business and marketing degree holder who graduated top 3 of the year and held the position of the Business Development Manager of Rose Quartz Industries.

Now of course you didn’t actually have to join the family business like some cliché coming of age story, but you wanted to prove to your family that you could do it and do it well. Even during your school years and especially your college years, you were carefree and expressive. Caring very little for what people thought about you, never mind your sisters.

“When are you just going to grow up?” Your older sister, Jeanette chides under her breath at dinner one evening.

“So I can be tired like you?” You answer nonchalantly, sipping on your wine. Referring to her never having time or energy for herself anymore especially after the baby. She scoffs.

“You know you’re giving mom and dad a bad name?” Your younger sister, Kaitlyn adds.

“You mean the name that’s not mine?” You respond pointedly.

See, you were the only one who still had your mother’s maiden name didn’t have your fathers (step-father) last name. He married your mother when you were in preschool. Your mom gave birth to Kaitlyn when you were five and giving her her father’s last name. You had made it a point to never change your last-name, it was something you and Jeanette shared until she graduated and got married to her college boyfriend Robert Michaels.

Kaitlyn kept quiet at that, not knowing how or even what to respond. Your mother sighed as she took in how hurt her husband was at the reminder that you didn’t want his name.

“Why don’t we change the subject?” She suggests, and everyone mumbles their agreeance. “Your father and I have important business to discuss.”

Said man clears his throat as he dabs his mouth with a napkin. “There’s a new partnership we’re looking to close.”

“With?” Kaitlyn prompts.

“Carat Corp.”

You perk up, knowing exactly who they were.

“What do they do?” Jeanette asks.

“They are a major investment group. They fund promising businesses and nurture them, earning themselves an abundance of pay-out. They are big on giving back to the community. However, they don’t do business with just anybody with a proposal. They are cutthroat when it comes to it, and nobody has been able to partner up with them ever.”

While your sisters dive deep into questions and details as to why he wanted to partner up with them, you were already planning your next move.

As of right now, you were at the opening of Club Pledis’ L.A branch. Standing by the railing of the indoor balcony that overlooked the rest of the club with a drink in hand, virgin, of course, you needed to keep a clear head tonight. You had caught wind that the heads of Carat Corp would also be attending, so you had your very good friend Soonyoung, or better known as Hoshi, get you an invite and boy did he deliver. Set up with a VIP bracelet, to which you had thanked him with a peck to his hamster cheek and promised to return the favour.

“Champaign miss? It’s complementary.” One of the waiters offered with a polite smile. You took the glass and thanked him. Taking a sip of the slightly bitter drink, it was good, but not your taste.

“Not your taste?” A smooth deep voice reverberates next to you. Coming to face a man that was all too handsome to be real. Dressed in a very expensive button up and slacks, brown hair slicked back in a side part, with a few dangerous strands framing his forehead. A smile that could make anyone swoon and drop to the floor. Eyes that sparkled in the dimly lit VIP section with something like a mischievous glint.

“The Champaign? No. You? Maybe.” You speak with confidence, knowing exactly who he was, but he was none-the-wiser.

It surprises him, refreshingly so, if he were being honest. He chuckles, and you swear he gets even hotter when he says, “Maybe... I think I can turn that into a ‘definitely’. You smirk at this and he decides it’s time he introduces himself politely, “I’m Hong Jisoo, but you-” he pauses to take your free hand in his and presses his soft lips to your knuckles all while holding your gaze, “can call me Joshua.”

This motherfucker- gentlemen and fine for days? You had to will your knees to stay stable. This was not how you get weak. You introduce yourself as well, missing the quirk of his brow as he does a subtle onceover of your figure when you turn to put your glass down on the table next to you.

“So, what brings you to L.A?” He inquires.

“What makes you think I’m not from here?” You quirk you brow.

He smiles, “Darling, you may have that cute bracelet on your wrist,” He explains slowly, leaning down to whisper against your ear, “but I know all the VIP’s.”

Although you were caught, (not that you were doing something wrong) you couldn’t seem to care because the scent of his cologne was clouding your senses. Whatever he was wearing, you wanted to pull him in closer and take it all in.

Clearing your throat when he backs up, you compose yourself quickly and answer the question, “I’m here on business.”

“Oh? And just what kind of business does ‘The Reckless Heiress’ have?” He asks almost mockingly, but he just wanted to rile you up, see if the rumours were true. However, you held your own.

“Wouldn’t you like to know, Jisoo? The youngest of the CEO trio. Tell me, do they even let you speak at the meetings?” You tilt your chin up and cock your head slightly.

Tongue in cheek, your acquaintance nods in defeat, raising his hands in surrender. “Touché.” Taking a closer and inevitably crowding your space, he tilts your chin up to look at him. “Can I be of any help? Perhaps I know who it is that you need to talk to.”

Oh, this wasn’t good. Or maybe it was.

“Actually,-” You begin, loosely wrapping your arms around his shoulders, “-I’d like to make a proposal, to you and your partners.” Joshua has a miniscule look of surprise run across his features that you barely notice it, gauging his reaction as his hands find your waist.

With a thoughtful pout, Joshua pulls away from you and puts his hands in his pockets, “Go sit at the bar, order three shots of tequila and wait for me.”

“Are you going to h-”

“Be a good girl for once and wait. Okay, darling?” Why the hell did the sternness in his voice make you hot?

“Okay.”

With a tight lipped smile, he left and you did as you were told.

The VIP section at the club was quieter, muffled sounds of the rest of the movement and music the only thing heard from outside. Sat on one of the barstools with a line of three shots awaiting prettily in front you. The burn of the strong liquor warmed your entire body. Well, the liquor only slightly contributed to the buzzing heat all around you. The company you held were more of the reason for how intensely your body, specifically between your legs, was heating up as of right now.

“So, you want us to hear your pitch, is that right, sweetheart?” Jeonghan, stood to your right, inquires as he brushes his knuckles down the side of your face, thumb swiping lightly at the liquid that stuck to your bottom lip.

“Yes.” You plant the softest kiss on the pad of his thumb and smirk when he hisses. “I do.”

“Why should we, darling?” Joshua, stood to your left, asks curiously. He reaches for your next shot and hands it to you. You throw it back, handing the empty glass back to the man who gives you a proud smile as he bops under your chin.

“Because I have an offer you can’t refuse.” The confidence in your tone intrigues the men around you, making it even harder to not want to hear you out. “Look, I can make us all so much more money and fast. It’ll also make us all look good in the public eye.”

“Isn’t it you, who would benefit from that, being the renowned Reckless Heiress.” Jeonghan asks with an amused tone.

“Yeah, why would we want to get into business with you?” Joshua teases along with his business partner and lifelong friend.

An exasperated sigh leaves you and the men chuckle at your expense. A hand reaches over your shoulder for the last shot, you watched carefully as it retracted and then you were being spun around in your seat. You wanted to retort but were immediately silenced when you come face to face with the Head CEO of CARAT Corp.

“Don’t be so mean, she might end up in tears. Won’t you, princess?” Seungcheol raises your final shot to you and you gingerly take it from him, holding eye contact as you swallow. He nods approvingly when you hand the empty glass back to him and he passes it over to Jeonghan. “Now, why don’t we make this interesting?”

“I’m all ears.” You respond meekly, breath getting heavier with the way his large hands run up and down your arms as if to soothe you.

 “We’ll all sign.” He states boldly, Joshua is about to interject when he receives a stern look from the eldest. “If you can tell us in detail, how exactly we benefit from the partnership.”

Looking up at him with furrowed brows, your gut tells you it’s not that easy, “What’s the catch, Choi?”

The man in question chuckles darkly, his eyes darkening just the same. He leans closer to your face and your senses are clouded by the scent of him, then he speaks loud enough for only your little group to hear.

“You’ll be stuffed full, princess.”

The rush of nerves along with arousal hidden behind a confident smile goes unnoticed by the three men who now stare back at you from across your kitchen counter. Each of the men wear unreadable expressions that have you finally breaking the tense silence.

“There are rules. Boundaries.” You announce as you dry your hands, having had everyone wash theirs once you arrived. “And you’re all clean?”

“Of course sweetheart. We’re not Neanderthals.” Jeonghan chortles.

“Nor do we just fuck anyone with legs. We’re very busy men, darling.” Joshua adds as a matter of fact.

“What are your limits, princess?” Seungcheol prompts.

A deep breath, a stern delivery and one final breath later, you’ve listed all that are no-go areas in the bedroom. They each nod along and Seungcheol speaks, “Sounds doable. Now, where’s your bedroom? Or would you prefer we defile the place where you eat?”

An unimpressed tilt of your head elicits deep chuckles around the room. “This way.” You lead them through your penthouse and towards the bedroom. You barely have enough time to turn round and face them when you're no longer in contact with the ground but sandwiched between Joshua and Jeonghan on you large bed. The two waste no time, the former claiming your lips with his hand on your thigh pushing up your dress and the latter claiming your neck.

Joshua swallows your startled gasp as he maps out the shape of your lips with impressive fervour, snaking your hands around his neck to keep him close. You get so lost in his kiss and with Jeonghan sucking and nipping along your neck that you almost miss the third man’s voice in the haze.

“Tell me, what exactly is Rose Quartz aim, with this potential partnership?”

With effort, you pull away from Joshua’s tantalizing lips, who finds purchase on the other side of your neck and answer breathlessly, “To expand the client range. Not just, -fuck- investing in smaller businesses but buying shares in larger ones.” You slip up a little when you feel Jeonghan starts to softly grope your breasts.

Seungcheol hums in thought, taking off his watch and placing it on your desk. “Wouldn’t that contradict what we stand for?”

“No.” you answer quickly, “The money we gain from the shares, can be used to -shit- used to invest in not only businesses but individuals who don’t have even the slightest bit of support.”

“Like who?”

“Like the street vendors or the mom and pop bakeries barely staying afloat.”

“You do realize we can’t just throw money at anyone with a business plan, right?”

A sudden jolt of pleasure courses through you when Joshua ruts into you, “I-I know that. But what if we not only supported them financially but skilfully as well?”

By now you were soaking through your panties and needed the intense foreplay to stop, or else you would assume that they were bluffing. A whine of frustration tickles their ears and it’s Joshua who speaks.

“Needy little thing.” Pulling you away from Jeonghan who groans from the loss and guides you higher up your bed. He instantly reclaims your lips just as his large hand cups your clothed heat, dress bunched around your waist and Jeonghan opts to undo the buttons of his dress-shirt.

Quick jolts of pleasure rush through you when the youngest rapidly strokes your hidden bundle of nerves. He swallows all the sounds you make and you don’t realise that the eldest has asked a follow up question until Jeonghan tugs you by the back of your neck and, vengefully, pulling you away from Joshua.

“I don’t think our sweetheart can focus with all the attention.” He teases.

“Oh but she should, being under the spotlight all her life should have made her, indifferent. Right, darling?” Joshua adds, trailing open mouthed kisses along the exposed expanse of your neck.

“Can you repeat the question?” You ignore their attempts to get a rise out of you.

“Skilfully how, princess?” Seungcheol repeats with a devious smirk tugging his thick cherry lips.

It takes you a second, especially with Joshua’s thick fingers teasing you over your panties, to respond to the man who was still fully clothed, seemingly unaffected by your current predicament. He watches the way Jeonghan tosses his shirt on the floor and slaps the youngests’ hand away from your panty clad core and kneels between your spread thighs. Your breath hitches as he trails kisses and softly nips at the plump flesh of your thighs, all the way up to your ruined panties and places one teasing kiss on the wet patch.

“Provide them with mentors, get them back on track, if they even were and if not, educate them the smartest way.” You had to mentally pat yourself on the back for getting through that sentence even as your panties are being slid off your body, a string of arousal linking them to your core. “Majority of the reasons that businesses fail, is from poor management or lack thereof.” Your hands grip your sheets in anticipation.

“True.” The head CEO nods, quirking a brow as he finally undoes his tie albeit slowly. “We have a team that qualify to be mentors and instructors.” He sees the way your eyes shine with hope at that, “Assuming they have the time to.” He was toying with your hope, while his partner toyed with your hole.

“Such a tight cunt for someone who is so very busy.” Jeonghan comments as he dips the pad of his middle finger past your entrance and then he chuckles amusedly, “She’s gripping so hard at the slightest bit of my finger.”

“Are you deprived, little darling?” You scowl at Joshua, who had undone his own shirt and was now slipping it off of his shoulders, chiselled torso on display as he flexes his pecs. “That’s so adorable.” He winks at you before disappearing from your line of sight.

“M’not –oh fuck” you gasp, face contorting in pleasure when Jeonghan pushes his entire digit into you and curls upwards before beginning to slowly thrust, cutting off whatever was on your tongue with the feeling of his lapping around your folds and where his digit was inside you.

“Sensitive are we, princess?” You bite your lip as you look back up at Seungcheol who had taken Joshua’s spot next to you and dangled his undone tie over your face. “I’m considering whether to blindfold, gag or restrain you.” Each option being their preferred methods.

“I can’t pitch –mmh- if I can’t talk, Seungcheol.” You moan out midway when Jeonghan slips in a second digit.

Seungcheol clicks his tongue in mock disappointment, “That’s a shame.” He notes that you haven’t once reached out to touch Jeonghan and he decides that you don’t have a problem with that, but with wanting to see and be aware of everything going on. Wordlessly, he cradles the back of your head and places the tie over your eyes, securing it. Leaning down to your ear in a whisper, he checks in. “Too tight?”

You easily shake your head “No.”. Stomach fluttering at the gesture.

“Perfect.” He collides his lips with yours, seemingly having had enough business talk for now. It took you a moment to really kiss him back, having not been ready for it but you do. He sighs, a memory flickering through his mind as he licks into your mouth, you end up whimpering into it with Jeonghan’s fingers fucking into you so nicely.

Still not moving your hands, he trailed his larger palms over your arms to your hands, guiding them up to his shirt and squeezing. Taking this as a que to unbutton his shirt, you do just that. However there’s a sudden feeling of your thighs being parted even wider. The addition of warm wet pressure on your neglected bundle, flicking movements making your back arch and hips chase the feeling when it pulls away.

A round of low chuckles sound through your bedroom and you nip at Seungcheol’s lip in retaliation.

“Aht aht aht, princess. Focus on me.” Your whine is muffled by the eldest as he reclaims your lips.

“She seems to be easily distracted.” “How is she going to work on this partnership?” Joshua notes as Jeonghan questions and you can feel both their breaths against your sopping core.

Jeonghan continues to fuck his digits into you, twisting and curling them before slowing and you internally panic. Fearing loss of stimulation but he simply adds a third digit to the mix, picking up his pace once more. All while the dizzying sensation of, what you can assume is Joshua’s, tongue laps at your awaiting clit.

The kiss you’re in makes you almost forget about the reason you’re wrapped up like this, almost. With quite a bit of a struggle, you manage to part from Seungcheol’s tantalizing lips, “Don’t you…want...to hear the best part?” You couldn’t fight the underlay of moans caused by the onslaught of pleasure being given to you on your heat.

Seungcheol hums, not really an answer as he shifts his attention to straightening and ridding himself of his shirt and successfully distracting you with making your hands smooth over his flexing muscles. “What did I say before we left the club?” He cocks one of his thick brows questioningly and you could hear the taunting smirk.

You pant, tongue pressed against your top lip in thought. Mind foggy with the feeling of your first release approaching and the feeling of hot, taught flesh beneath your fingertips, all make it difficult to remember. It’s when Jeonghan attacks that patch of nerves inside of you that you choke put your answer.

“I’d be stuffed…” your hands slide lower, one curling beneath the waistband of his slacks as the other trails even lower to feel the bulge and fuck, “… full.”

Seungcheol groans as he places his larger hand atop the one that was on his bulge, urging you to apply pressure. You tighten around Jeonghan’s digits making the man chuckle. You feel him whisper something to the man next to him and just then a vacuum pair of lips suck on your clit, making your heart speed up even more at the pressure.

You so desperately want to run away and get closer all at the same time. Thighs shaking violently at the drops of euphoria just barely in your reach, not needing much more for the waves to crash completely and yet, you want to be good for them.

“I think someone is waiting for our permission to cum, Cheol. Isn’t that right, sweetheart?”

“Yeah seems like she wants to be a good girl now. Not what the tabloids say huh, darling?” Joshua barely separates from your clit to follow Jeonghan’s taunt.

You nod blindly, wishing you could just rip the stupid tie off and use your pretty, teary eyes to convince them to let you do just what your body so badly craves. Instead, you tilt up to where you think Seungcheol’s stupidly pretty face is and you pout, whispering out, “Please, Cheollie. Please –mmh- can I cum for you guys?”

The man in question feels his heart do a thing at the familiar nickname. But he recovers quickly, as he chuckles deeply, sexily, as he cups your face with his free hand, thumb tracing softly along your bottom lip. Obediently, you part your lips and take it into your mouth and suckling softly. “I think she’s been good enough so far…” He pushes his thumb further, “…besides, I want to hear the ‘best part’.” He pulls his thumb out with a soft pop and gives you a chaste kiss, permitting against them, “Cum for us.”

It wasn’t clear, for several reasons, who held you down when your orgasm caused your body to spasm. It was as if you had never cum before, it was all too much and yet not enough. The two men on your cunt didn’t let up even the slightest bit, helping you ride out the incredible high. Tears soaked through the tie and trickled down your cheeks.

“She tastes so good.” You hear but it’s not clear who says it because of the white noise.

“Ple-” You try to speak after having not used your throat.

“Shh, it’s okay.” A voice whispered in your ear, lips kissing your head right after.

You felt a tug and then the makeshift blindfold slipped off. Blinking a few times to adjust to the soft lighting again and trying to get rid of the tears.

“You did well for the first one, sweetheart.” Jeonghan had been the one to bring your sight back, wanting to admire the way you looked up at him through your soaked lashes, it made him twitch in his slacks. “Can you move for us?” he asked sweetly, making you nod and shakily sit back up, letting them rid you of all your clothing as they guide you how they wanted you.

With your head closer to the edge of the bed and your ass up, your dripping cunt on full display as you barely held yourself up on your elbows. Jeonghan stands by the edge, where your head is, only in his briefs with a suffocating bulge. The other two settle behind you on the bed.

“You can stop us at any time, darling.” Joshua reassures from your right.

“But that means forfeiting the proposal.” Jeonghan leans down to be at eyelevel with you with a shit eating grin.

“I’m good.” You gasp feeling slick fingers at your puckered hole, having not been touched there in a very long time.

“Is this okay, princess?” you nod your head shakily, “Words.”

“Yes, Cheollie.” The man smirks at the pet name slipping so comfortably from your lips.

“Alright then.” He pops the lube bottle open and you now realize where Joshua had disappeared to. He was looking for toys, it was clear when you heard the clink of your handcuffs.

“Since Jeonghan is going to gag you with his cock, and Cheol had his fun blindfolding you, I, am going to restrain you. Okay, darling?”

“Yes, Joshie.” Joshua makes an approving sound when you cross your wrists behind your back for him to cuff. He tugs at the restraint twice, silently asking if they’re too tight and you shake your head, adding a firm “They’re fine.”

Right after you speak, you feel a slicked finger prod at your puckered hole, making you clench and whimper at the feeling of warmed up lube.

“Gotta prep you nicely or else we won’t fit, princess.” Seungcheol’s digit pushes past your rim and you gasp at the feeling, falling forward. “Already?” he chuckles. Thrusting the digit shallowly and twisting around to get you used to it.

While he does that, Joshua places a few pillows beneath your chest to keep you propped up for Jeonghan and then gets rid of his pants and underwear at once, resting himself against the headboard and lazily stroking himself as he watches his older partners make a mess of you.

In front of you, Jeonghan rubs his bulge over his briefs and lets out a breathy grunt when you look up at him with pleading eyes, “Wanna taste you, Hannie. Please.”

“Sweetheart wants to return the favour?” he smiles when you nod dumbly. “How could I say no?”

With that he rids himself of the last piece of clothing and when his cock is free, your jaw slacks from how pretty it is. Long, not much girth but that curve and that pink tip. He chuckles darkly at how you drool over his cock as he guides it to your awaiting mouth.

The first taste of precum hits your tongue and you moan, wrapping your lips around him as you swirl your tongue over his slit. You still when you feel more of Seungcheol’s finger inside you, twisting round to loosen you up. You push your hips back in an attempt to get him to do more, because although it was foreign, it felt good.

You practically keen when he adds another lubed finger to the mix, humming around Jeonghan’s cock, making him hiss. “Are you gonna move or just drool all over me, sweetheart?”

“She can’t even suck a dick properly. I wonder if she doesn’t want this partnership as bad as she made it out to be.” The youngest taunts.

You pop off of Jeonghan’s cock at Joshua’s words and glare at him. “I can too, suck a dick properly.”

“Then do it.” Seungcheol’s gruff voice orders and you all pipe down. “Fuck - your tight little ass is going to feel so good around me.” He murmurs lowly.

Jeonghan guides his moist cock back into your mouth and this time you bob your head as best you can in this position. “Just like – fuck – like that.” Jeonghan whines when you take him deeper and swallow round him. The constriction of your throat adding to the pleasure of your warm mouth.

The entire thing makes your pussy clench around nothing, fresh arousal dripping down your thighs, making Seungcheol groan. “You just keep getting wetter and wetter. So adorable.”

Breathing through your nose you attempt to take all of Jeonghan in, but you gag and he quickly pulls out. “It’s alright if you can’t.” He coos tenderly, wiping at your wet chin as he looks into your teary eyes.

“I can.” You nod for him to go again and he does. This time you take deeper breaths, relaxing your throat and finally feel his pelvis against your nose, moving back up and gaining momentum as you suck him like an ice pop.

“Holy shit – look at that, sweetheart.” Jeonghan breaths, throwing his head back and revelling in how good you’re making him feel. You really were returning the favour. “Such a good fucking girl.”

The feeling of a third finger being eased past your rim makes you moan loudly around Jeonghan’s cock, sending him straight into his orgasm as he shoots warm ropes of cum down your throat. Almost choking you with how much he cums, he pulls out to give you breathing room, instead you start a coughing fit as your lungs scream for air.

Seungcheol doesn’t stop, only slowing down his fingers as you take big gulps of air, swallowing down whatever remnants of cum you had in your mouth. “Damn, you’re still cumming?” He asks his partner, who stood breathless, fisting himself through his orgasm as more cum spilled out of him.

It’s Joshua who shifts to check on your state, cupping your face and wiping away the mixture of spit and cum. “You okay, darling? Wanna stop?” He asks softly, clearly for you to hear him. He gets a moan of protest in return and he lifts a brow at you. “You sure?”

“Yes” You rasp, throat raw. “Need you to fuck me, Joshie.” Your plea sends blood straight to his aching cock, having been teasing himself while watching you. “Need to be full. Right, Cheollie?” you crane your neck to peek at him.

The man in question looks at you darkly, a hint of something else as he watches Joshua swoop in to kiss you and lick into your mouth once again. “That’s right.” With that, he pulls his fingers away and licks his lips at the way your hole gapes from the emptiness. “Josh, on your back.” He orders and the youngest follows, leaving your lips with a wet pop.

“Sit on him, princess. Can you do that for me?” Seungcheol asks softly as he helps you shift up onto your knees. You nod and shuffle over to Joshua, he helps you straddle him, running his tip through your slick folds before slowly guiding you down onto his thick cock. A harmony of moans sound from the two of you; him glad to have you wrapped around him and you happy to be filled.

“Jeonghan, you good?” Seungcheol asks the man who just flops onto the bed on his back. Still breathing heavily, he waves his partner off, closing his eyes for a beat before turning on his side to watch the way you and Joshua struggle to not move, having not been told to do so.

Seungcheol, now as bare as the rest of you, kneels behind you between Joshua’s spread thighs. He squirts more lube onto his hand and strokes his cock, groaning at the feeling. With his free hand, he gently nudges you forward onto Joshua’s chest, so that he could have a clear view of your ass and where Joshua’s cock was sheathed inside you, as the latter rubs soothing circles into your waist.

“This is what’s going to happen,” Seungcheol begins, teasing his tip at your rim. “Once I’m inside you, you’re going to tell us the ‘best part’, before any of us start moving.”

“But I-”

“Oh come on, sweetheart.” Jeonghan cuts you off, “You’ve been so good for us this entire time. Don’t act up now, hm?”

“Okay.” You submit meekly. Cuffs still secure around your wrist and your position made it difficult to adjust yourself, feeling Joshua’s cock shift within your walls makes you whimper. “Please, just…just put it in already, Cheollie.”

Seungcheol abides, having had enough teasing himself and finally pushes into your ass. The tip is the hardest part, swollen from being so worked up but as soon as it settles past your rim, you both heave out breaths you hadn’t even realised you were holding.

“Keep going.” You huff.

“You’re going to tear something if we’re not careful-”

“I can take it!” You shut your eyes tightly, focusing on your breathing as Seungcheol slides in slowly. Burying himself into you as you burry your face into Joshua’s chest. The latter breathing heavily with the way your slick walls gripped him tightly with each inch of his partner pushing into your ass.

Before you knew it, you were, in every sense of the word, full.

“We’re all ears, princess.”

Taking a couple, much needed, deep breaths, something takes over you as you go into detail about the ‘best part’. Joshua stares down at you while you speak, Jeonghan looks on with his head propped up on his palm and Seungcheol stares at the arch in your back. The combined devotion sends waves throughout your body and to your core.

“Yearly income revenue would double what it usually is, for both of us. Neither of you would even have to lift a finger other than to sign the contract, because Rose Quartz will take care of all the heavy lifting.”

“How can we be so sure you won’t screw us over?” Joshua questions with firm squeeze to your waist.

“You can’t, but…” you pant. “That’s why it’s a partnership. Whatever happens to you, will happen to us.” Gasping, you finish the proposal.

Your entire body shakes in heat and tightens all over, eyes rolling back and mouth hanging agape as a dragged out whine filters through. All three men stare at you in awe, having never witnessed such a sight before, individually or collectively.

The room is silent, eerily so. Save for the subtle breaths and the loud pulsing of blood in your ears. From the feeling of two big throbbing cocks stuffed deep inside you, to the intense feeling of all eyes on you, burning holes into your body, you weren’t sure what did it.

Seungcheol, who had the perfect view of the way your slick slipped out and down to Joshua’s balls is the one to timidly ask, “Princess?” You whimper in shame and rest your forehead on Joshua’s taut chest. “Did you... did you just cum?”

Silence.

A soft sigh falls past your quivering lips. Face warm from the slight embarrassment of coming undone so simply. But fuck,

“Feel so full. M’sorry. Too good.”

Jeonghan crawls over to the three of you, cupping the side of your face to coo at you. “No, no, sweetheart. That’s nothing to apologise for.”

“Really?” you sniffle.

“Of course not, darling. That was so fucking hot.”

“Yeah, you got so much tighter.”

“And wetter.”

Both the oldest and the youngest reassure you with gentle caresses and touches. Jeonghan reaches for the lock button on your cuffs and releases you, rubbing your wrists soothingly while Joshua rubs your shoulders.

“Can you please fuck me now?” you pout at them, leaning up on your weak arms once the feeling is back.

They chuckle adoringly, “I don’t see why not.” Seungcheol grunts, testing the waters by shallowly thrusting his hips. The gasped moan you let out is enough for them to know you were indeed ready and adjusted.

With firm grips on your waist, Joshua and Seungcheol work in tandem to elevate you enough so that the former could thrust up into you and the latter could pull back and forth easily. The feeling was like fluid, as they moved in a way that never left you completely empty all at once. The delicious drag of their girths against all your walls, reaching deeper than any toy or other men ever could, you couldn’t control -nor did you care to- hold back the sinful sounds that left your lips.

Jeonghan could only lay down next to Joshua, admiring the way your pretty tits bounced and your body was rocked in a rhythm of waves. As if he was put in a trance, he almost doesn’t hear the way you call out for him.

“Hannie!”

“Hm?”

“Kiss me?” And kiss you he does. Kneeling close to you and melding your lips together in a hungry kiss. You could still taste a hint of yourself on his tongue from earlier and he could taste himself on yours, both moaning and giggling at the realisation. “You taste really good, Hannie.” You whisper against his lips as if it were a secret, feeling the air being knocked out of you when a slightly jealous Seungcheol thrusts a bit harder.

“Oops. Dick must’ve slipped.” He teases and you clench in retaliation making both the men inside you groan out.

“Darling, I’m not going to last long if you keep doing that.” Joshua grits out below you, and bite your lip as you blink down at him innocently all while you repeat your actions. “You little-” his own orgasm cuts him off as he groans and shudders beautifully beneath you intensely. He wasn’t joking. Hot ropes of his seed paint your walls like a Picasso when his hips still, flush against your own.

Jeonghan chuckles at the youngest, “Aww, Shua. Pussy too good?”

“You have -fuck- have no idea.”  The youngest huffs out. “Fucking hell, Cheol. Slow the fuck down for a second.” He grits out exhausted.

The oldest slows down enough for Joshua to slip out of you, your heart sinking at the emptiness. Seungcheol is quick to roll the two of you over so that he was now underneath you with your back pressed to his chest. Leaving space for Jeonghan to hover above you and grin like the Cheshire cat when he slides his hard again cock into your sopping cunt. Joshua’s cum making it an easy slide into you.

In this position, you reach your right hand back to cradle Seungcheol’s face that was buried in your neck and the left holding onto Jeonghan’s shoulder. There’s room for Joshua to nuzzle his face in your neck, large hand sprawled over your stomach. This allows you to stay grounded someway, somehow, even though you’re about to be completely wrecked.

Seungcheol plants his feet into the bed and picks up his pace from before, thrusting up into your ass. Feeling deeper with this new angle and moaning into the skin of your neck as he trails open mouthed kisses all over. Jeonghan doesn’t hesitate to begin an equally intense pace as he snaps his hips into yours, tip of his cock kissing your cervix with every thrust.

You’re a mess of incoherent words and whines that make absolutely no sense but the men keen from it. Egos stroked to the max at the way you’ve become putty in their hands.

With the buzz from both your previous orgasms still lingering, your third doesn’t take that long to creep in. Especially with the way Joshua’s fingers sneaking between your and Jeonghan’s bodies to give your clit some much needed attention.

“Oh my fucking- Keep going Shua.” Jeonghan pants, “She just got so fucking tight.”

“Mmh, such an attention whore. Aren’t you darling?” Joshua taunts in your lowly before lowering his lips to kiss down to your breasts. Taking a nipple into his mouth sucking the little life in that was left, right out of you.

Having all three men at your disposal like this definitely inflated your ego. They for sure wanted a taste of you even way before your proposal came to exist. Why else would their game plan be fucking you stupid? You’d be lying if you said you weren’t just as interested in them as they were in you. No matter what the tabloids say, you don’t just let anyone between your legs. You could only hope that they weren’t just using you to get off and have a laugh only to end up not accepting the proposal.

“What’s going on in that pretty little head, princess?” Seungcheol probes quietly enough for only you to hear, despite how close together you all were. You only tugged on his hair in response getting him to kiss your thoughts away. The feeling of his tongue against your own must have had way more of an effect than either of you could assume, because a spray of arousal soaks the sexy sandwich you were in the middle of.

“Oh- shit –fucking hell” Jeonghan comes undone from how tightly your walls gripped him through your third orgasm. Leaving little to no room for Seungcheol to move with how stiff you both became, he opts to shallowly thrust in order to keep stimulating his cock.

“Not so easy huh, Han?” Joshua teases as lets up on your clit so you could catch your breath. Jeonghan hisses when he pulls out, a combination of arousal trickling out of you following him. Seungcheol waits patiently, kissing along your neck and caressing your waist as Jeonghan moves away from you completely.

Once again, the oldest switches positions, rolling the two of you over so that you laid on your front and he was on top of you. Cock still snug between your ass cheeks, he steadies himself on his forearm and holds your waist secure with his free hand.

“Ready for one more, baby?” Seungcheol checks in softly, though the new pet name caused a different flutter to erupt. Shrugging it off, you nod, face pressed against the pillow and breathe out a,

“Yeah.” He pulls back slowly taking in how red his tip had gotten from being edged multiple times, also taking in the way your body curved and glowed from sweat. Something was bubbling inside of him and he didn’t want to deal with it right now. Though he couldn’t seem to get his body to move until you sought out for him with a push of your ass. “Cheollie?”

“I got you.”

With that promise, he sheathes his entire length into you and picks up a deep stroke. Not wanting to overwhelm your body any more than it already was. The way you throw your ass back to match his thrusts had him groaning your name out weakly. Seeing it bounce on his cock put him in his own trance and something else took over.

His movements were harder, faster, deeper than before; if that were even possible. Your walls clenched around nothing, simultaneously pushing out all the arousal you were stuffed with. You could both feel your orgasms within a strokes reach.

“Cheollie, I-”

“I’m gonna-”

Moaning at each other’s warnings, you reach down to stroke your clit, helping you both reach your high a little faster with the effects. With you squeezing tightly around him from the stimulation, his hips stutter. Thrusting one, two, three more times before stilling and coming apart deep inside. The heat of his seed and the touch on your clit elevates you into your own high. Eyes screwed shut while you scream into the pillows as your body shakes from the pleasure.

Having no feeling or awareness of what’s around you anymore, you whine weakly as Seungcheol pulls out of you. The last thing you could take note of, was Seungcheol kissing your temple and being carried off to the bathroom.

A soft breeze from an open window caresses your face, making you squirm and gently wakes you up from your slumber.

“Good morning, darling.” Joshua wraps his arms around you from behind, tugging you back into his chest.

“G’morning, Joshie.” You snuggle deeper into his arms before a thought jolts you upright. You wince from how sore your body was, curtesy of last night’s proceedings.

“Woah, easy there. You took a lot last night.” He sits up with you, rubbing your bare back soothingly. Making quick observation of your room, you notice the other two CEO’s nowhere in sight. “You okay?”

Nodding, “Yeah. Uhm,” You slide out of the bed in all your glory and head to the bathroom, hollering out from there, “Where are the others?” you inquire, relieving yourself and washing your face as well as brushing your teeth. Seemingly going on about your day like usual.

“Making breakfast.” Joshua leans against the doorframe and does nothing to hide himself from your appreciative stare. Even flaccid this man was big. “Respectfully, darling, I don’t think you could take another round.” You roll your eyes as he walks back out to find his underwear and makes his way out to the kitchen.

You take the moment alone to really take everything in. You just slept with the CEO’s of Carat Corp. All three of them. They made you cum, four times. They took care of you afterwards. Changed your sheets too, noting the soiled ones in the laundry hamper. What the actual fuck? You rinse your mouth and put a silk robe on before making your way out to where the smell of food attacked your nose.

“Stop it. Wait till Cheol brings the waffles over.” Jeonghan scolds Joshua who had been stealing a piece of bacon. The two seated at your table and Seungcheol plating the last waffle, grabbing the syrup along with the powdered sugar as he balances everything on his way to the table. Jeonghan catches sight of you in his peripheral view and beckons you over, “Oh, sweetheart! Come here.” He pulls out the chair closest to him and you shuffle your way over to him, leaving Joshua across from you and Seungcheol in the seat adjacent to yours.

“Gotta be honest, eating breakfast with three men in only their underwear wasn’t what I was expecting.”

“We can go get dressed, if that makes you more comfortable?” Seungcheol makes a move to get back up but you shake your head.

“Oh no, please. I am loving the view.” You wink at him and swipe a berry from the bowl, popping it into your mouth. “So, what’s the verdict?”

“Can we eat first?”

“You, ate enough last night.” You tilt your head and sass Jeonghan, who slumps back in his chair with a sigh.

The three men share quick glances in a silent conversation, seemingly about whether to tell you now or later. They start reaching for different things, coffee, butter, bacon and then Seungcheol speaks.

“We’ll tell you after breakfast, ba- princess.” You both lock gazes for a beat. Last night you thought it was just in the heat of the moment, but what about now? The other two seemed not have noticed the slip of the eldest tongue, pay no mind to the sudden silence. He clears his throat, making you look away with heated skin. “I promise no more delays afterwards. Just…” he pauses, looking at you softly, “eat? You spent a lot of energy last night.”

You nod, fixing a plate for yourself and internally trying to figure out where the big bad alpha leader went, and who this soft teddy bear was. Throughout the meal, you were recalling all the points during last night that were suspicious. From him taking his sweet time, to being careful in penetrating you, to giving you time to adjust well enough under the guise of giving you chance to complete your proposal, even the way he held off his orgasm, including this domestic breakfast and that damn word. ‘Baby, baby, baby.’ Princess was a dig at your reputation, but baby? That felt like it was laced with emotion and tied to a memory you kept hidden. But why?

“Okay, I think the suspense is thick enough.”

“Yeah, Cheol, tell the girl before she starts pouting.” Joshua says as he gets up collecting dishes, Jeonghan following suit and the two leaving you alone at the table.

“We’ve revisited the written proposal that your father sent before and discussed everything you said.” He pauses, and you give him a hopeful look that makes him sigh, your house heart dropping, “We’ve made our decision.”

“This is so predictable of her.” Kaitlynn complains.

“To call for a meeting and be late for it.” Jeanette adds.

You had asked Yunjin, your best friend and personal assistant, to set up the surprise meeting after your trip to L.A. Having called her and your other friend Chaewon as soon as your guests left, needing to share everything from business to that little moment between you and Seungcheol.

“Girls please, give your sister a chance.” Your step father intercedes.

“Well, I can’t afford to be here all morning, I have things to do.” Jeanette retorts just as the door opens and you walk in, pants suit with your blazer hanging on your shoulders.

“T’aww, got to go home and do your laundry?” you faux pout as you stand at the end of the long table.

“Don’t, start please.” Your mother cuts off another response from your older sister, “Why are we here, honey?”

“I’m glad you asked, mother.” You grin widely, speaking over your shoulder a little louder, “You can come inside.”

Your family make expressions of confusion as to who you invited to this impromptu meeting and when you watch their faces as the door opens once more, you can’t help the burst of pride you feel.

Yunjin ushered them to their seats and you had to actively stop yourself from staring at their asses as they walked past you. Jeonghan being the one to whisper into your ear about the way you had summoned them into the room. “Didn’t get enough of our cum inside you, sweetheart?” He takes his seat and acts like he didn’t just say what he just said.

“Well!” You clap your hands together giddily, pointing them towards the side of the room where your family was “You’re probably wondering why all three CEO’s of Carat Corp are seated with us.” Your parents nod and you continue “I’d like to proudly announce, the official partnership, between Rose Quartz and Carat Corp!”

The CEO’s smile bashfully as your father gets up and makes his way over to shake their hands. “This is just wonderful. Thank you all for having faith in us. We are so happy to have you on board, or to be on board. You get me.” The men chuckle and your mother follows suit to shake their hands but your sisters are in shock.

“This doesn’t add up.” Jeanette cuts through the ecstatic atmosphere. “How did this happen?”

“Is she blackmailing you?”

“She threatened you, didn’t she?”

“Leave it to her to risk the company name just to prove a point.” Kaitlynn bounces off of Jeanette’s comments.

The air in the room had gotten awkward and you had gotten pissed off but before you could snap back, you hear Joshua say something to your parents.

“We were pleasantly surprised with her pitch, actually.”

“Yeah, her vision on how we could expand the way we use our resources really opened our minds to what we could have tapped into a long time ago.” Jeonghan adds on and Seungcheol follows,

“We’d not only be investors but advocates of a decrease in poverty and an increase in opportunity.”

Their observations quiet down the doubt that your sisters attempted to impose on your efforts. You felt a smile tug at your lips, appreciating the fact that they were indeed listening and taking in the intention and drive behind your –breathless- pitch.

“Well, we couldn’t have pitched it better than that. Than her.” Your step father looks to you with acknowledgment and thanks you with a smile and a nod. Your mother however, doesn’t hesitate to pull you into winding hug.

“I’m so proud of you.”

“Yeah, okay. You’re wrinkling my suit, mother.” You grit out, not meaning it but you didn’t want to appear soft in front of the men that went hard on you. You didn’t need them forming a new opinion on you, one different from the tabloids. Though it may have been a little too late for that.

“Oh, before we leave, we have one condition before we finalize.” Seungcheol pipes up when they stand to make their exit.

“Tch, of course she didn’t manage without something else.” Jeanette comments under her breath, earning side eyes from your parents and even the CEO’s.

Seungcheol continues, “We would like for her to be the front man… or woman. Which will require her to have an office at our headquarters.”

“That would men she’d spend majority of her time at Carat Corp.”

“She’d still do her duties as Rose Quartz BDM, of course. No need to be concerned about that.” Jeonghan and Joshua add on.

“I don’t think-” Kaitlynn tries to interject but is cut off with a stern look from her father,

“That is absolutely doable. Will that work for you?” He looks at you, seeking confirmation.

With a smile and theatrical shrug, you confirm, “Absolutely.”

 “I still can’t believe you banged the CEO.” Chaewon pipes, taking a sip of her wine. You called the girls over to celebrate and again, to unload everything you were feeling.

“Not just one, Chae, but three. All three. At the same time, too.”

“Okay, I will not be slut shamed for getting dicked down the way I deserve and securing a bag.”

“Honey, no one is slut shaming you.” Yunjin puts a hand on her chest with a smile on her face.

“Yeah, if anything we want to- no need to know your secret.” Chaewon nods her head, doe eyes wide in admiration.

You laugh at their antics, taking a sip from your glass only to find it empty and go to refill it as well as topping up the girls glasses.

“But uhm, what about that whole thing with Choi?”

“Yeah, it sounds like more than just an in the moment thing.” The girls enquire and you sit back down with a sigh.

“I don’t really know. I mean, it’s not like we have major history or anything li-”

“Hold up, did you just say major?” Yunjin cuts you off and you nod guiltily, “So there’s minor history?”

You look down at your wine glass and recount the first time you and Seungcheol had met, before the club opening.

~

It was your final year of college, an event was hosted for an array of business majors from different universities, to visit Carat Corp. The new and booming investment company. When it was the day for your group, you were full of enthusiasm and nerves.

One of the lower ranking employees had been in charge of the tour round the building and answering any questions you all might have had. It was when you had all gone into the boardroom that you had split from the group, getting lost in the vibe and picturing a future where you’d be leading off meetings in rooms just like it.

“Get separated from your group?” A deep voice startled you, though it wasn’t angry nor accusatory. You turned to the doors to see a very handsome, dimpled man leaning against the wall with his arms crossed.

“Oh, uh. Kind-”

“There you are!” Your classmate called out for you. Rushing past the man to scold you for leaving the group. “Dude, come on. You promised you’d stick with me.” You give her a look that says to follow your eyes and when she does the gasp she lets out is anything but short of fangirling. “Thee, Choi Seungcheol?! CEO of Carat Corp? This Carat Corp. Who am I kidding, you are Carat Corp!” She rambles in awe, making him smile and shake his head modestly.

“Everyone in Carat Corp is Carat Corp. Their hard work and determination is what makes the company. Not just me.”

Anyone could have called that a line, a speech he used at press conferences or something, but you could both tell the sincerity in his words. He respected everyone that had a part in making the company great.

He had asked for your names and what university you were from. Eyes bulging when you mention the exact university he himself had attended. Your classmate had geeked out and wanted to ask him so many questions but her phone went off, indicating that the bus was heading back and asked if you were coming but you just shook your head saying that you’d walk home later.

Seungcheol gave you a more exclusive tour, parts of the building that weren’t authorized to the group tour. With a warm hand on the small of your back the entire time, you felt giddy and constantly had to bite your lip to keep from smiling too hard. Mentioning something about being an alumni of your university that gave you the benefit. All the while he had told you more about his experiences in university and what led him to start the company along with two of his friends. You sharing your own university experience with a bittersweet tone, one that he wanted to but didn’t mention, but not wanting to pry so instead opted in taking you to his corner of the building.

“No way is this all your office…”

“What? I’m a big guy with a big brain that needs plenty of space to work.” He chuckled.

“Wonder what else is big.” You mumbled very, very, very quietly under your breath as you looked around.

The sparkle in your eyes was refreshing to see. Seungcheol hadn’t been able to help the fond expression on his face as he watched you take it all in. He saw the enthusiasm, the passion, the hunger and the drive to reach your dreams just like he had.

“Why are you looking at me like that?” You had asked shyly, snapping him out of his trance.

“I just see a lot of myself in you.”

It was funny because you wanted to see him inside you.

“I should get going. I’ve already taken up way too much of your time, Mr. Choi.”

“Please, call me Cheol.” He smiled genuinely and you reciprocated. “Let me drive you home?”

He had driven you home after insisting that it wasn’t any trouble and that he couldn’t let a pretty girl walk home all by herself, successfully causing you to be a flustered mess. Conversation with Seungcheol had been effortless, he made you comfortable, he made you laugh and he made you feel like everything else you were dealing with, -tabloids, university, family and all- didn’t exist.

“Oh come on, Cheollie.”

“I’m serious.” He laughed, feeling giddy at the slip of the pet name.

“You almost fought someone over Melon Loaf?”

“It was the last one.” He defended with an adorable pout.

“You should have just have just pouted like that. I know I would fold.” You said the last bit under your breath but he heard it, peaking at you through the corner of his eye, so tempted to place a hand on your knee but refrained.

You were living in one of the on campus accommodation flats because screw the dormitory and sororities. Even when he parked and he turned off the ignition, you didn’t have it in you to say goodbye. Seungcheol had been having a similar dilemma with himself on when to say goodbye, to walk you to your door and possibly never see you again. He turned to face you only to find that you were already looking at him, well his lips.

“I should, probably head inside now.”

You said and he leaned over slightly.

“Yeah, you probably should.”

As soon as the words left his cherry lips, they were on yours and you couldn’t have been more excited. It was feverish, but it held a softness that made your heart flutter and your knees weak. Thank goodness you were seated. His lips melded against your own in a secure way that didn’t even make sense to him and so, he parted from you.

Baby, I-”

You didn’t listen, only grabbing hold of his strong jaw and kissing him again, wanting to prolong whatever it was that was bubbling up inside you. He responded by cupping your face and nipping your lip earning him a gasp and opportunity to sneak his tongue into your mouth. Fuck, he was a great kisser and there was no way in hell you’d experience this again. You weren’t one to get attached easily but something felt right with Seungcheol.

“We shouldn’t do this, baby.” He finally pulled away.

“Why?” You hated how whiney it sounded but he simply kissed the corner of your lips.

“We barely know each other.”

“Then get to know me.” You pleaded but he shook his head defeated. “Wow. I am so stupid.” You unbuckled your seatbelt. “I’m so sorry. Thank you for the tour and the ride home.”

He called out your name desperately when you opened the door. Boy, was this man confusing, “What?”

“There’s an internship. You should apply.”

You scoff, “Thanks but, I’ve embarrassed myself enough and I sure as hell don’t need a handout.” You quipped, getting out of the car and closing the door. “Goodbye, Mr. Choi.”

He watched you make your way to your building and then drove off with a heavy heart, not that you had ever known.

~

“So, you had a moment with him and he was an asshole about it and thought he could soothe the pain by offering you a non-paying job?” Chaewon asked with a head tilt.

You gulped down the last of your wine and nod your head, “Yup.”

“Wow, you still like him.” You choked on your saliva at Yunjin’s conclusion that was completely, totally and utterly ridiculous and not at all true.

“I don’t know.” Oh, maybe it was a little true. “But it doesn’t matter, because we work together now and I need to be professional.”

“Professional like you were in getting the partnership?”

“What happened to not shaming me?”

“I’m not. I just think you should rethink it.”

“The job?”

“No, the thing between you and Choi. He obviously remembers that moment.”

“Yeah, and he probably still has feelings for you.”

“That would deduce that he had any for me to begin with.” You say, and cut off any room for more assumptions, “We work together. That’s it. No more talk about feelings.” You got up to get more wine in the kitchen leaving the two to give each other a knowing look.

“She definitely likes him.”

“Oh yeah.”

Walking into the lobby of Carat Corp felt somewhat like coming home after a long war. You couldn’t help the memories that flashed from that day in university, a soft smile teasing its way onto your lips.

“Where the heck are we taking these?” Yunjin’s strained voice brings you back to the present.

“Oh uh, sorry. I’m not sure.”

“Okay, well,” she put the box of your desk supplies on the ground with a huff, “I will go inquire at the front desk.” She could tell that being back here was messing with you, but because she was on the clock, she would keep it to herself.

You stood there, just taking looking around when a stupidly handsome man with a matching stupidly beautiful smile approached you alongside Yunjin. “It’s so great to finally meet you. I’m Seokmin.” He outstretched his hand for you to shake and you did so quickly. “I’ve been assigned to show you both to your offices.”

“I have my own office?” Yunjin stutters out.

“Of course. You thought you’d share?” Seokmin says, looking between the two of you as if it were the most absurd idea to exist.

“Not share but maybe… never mind. Where to?” Yunjin answered, reaching fir the box but being gently pulled back by Seokmin who picks it up with ease.

“This way, ladies.”

Quite a few renovations have been made to the building since then. You couldn’t pinpoint everything but that didn’t even matter. It was all gorgeous. You were so entranced with the interior that you didn’t notice the way Yunjin and Seokmin shared playful banter about headstrong bosses.

“I’m telling you, no one has a stick up their ass farther than Mr. Choi.” Seokmin says with a sense of secrecy as he puts the box onto what would be Yunjins desk. She giggles but stops when a deep voice interrupts.

“Is that so, Seok?” You all turn to where you find Seungcheol standing with his hands shoved into the pockets of his slacks, cold stare towards his junior. “Well then I’ll do my best to get it out.” Seokmin does a nervous chuckle and dips his head in apology, mentioning how he’ll now show you to your office. “That’s fine. I’ll take her.” Seokmin does not answer and proceeds showing Yunjin around the rest of where she’ll most likely be needing to do things for you.

Seungcheol steps aside and gestures for you to follow him, which you do. Just like back then, he has a hand on the small of your back as he guides you to where your office is. You both remain quiet and you try your best to ignore the lingering stares from some of the employees, leaning into Seungcheol for safety a little bit, at which he discreetly smiles.

Not much farther away from Yunjins, you round a corner and head down a hall where a total of four doors are. “So, the first door on the right, is Joshua’s office and the one opposite that is Jeonghan’s. The second on the right is mine and that makes the last one, yours.” He turns to face you when he finishes and you mirror him.

“Can I see inside?” you ask.

“Well, yeah. It’s yours.” He answers much like Seokmin had earlier and you’re starting to believe that Seungcheol is a bad influence. He walks to your office door, gesturing for you to use your thumbprint to set the new lock and you follow through. The lock announcing access with a high pitched beep and you push the door open.

Inside you feel like a little girl in a candy store. Spacious and decorated exactly to your liking. Every last detail.

“I asked your assistant how you’d like your set up and got my design investment team get it done for you.” He says, scratching the back of his neck nervously as you run your fingertips across each surface before plopping into your desk chair with a giddy smile. He smiles at how good you look here, in this environment.

“Thank you, Cheollie- I mean,” You gulp, standing up with your hands folded in front of you. “Mr. Choi. Thank you, I really appreciate this.”

A deep sigh leaves his chest, “Can we please just talk?”

“Talk? Talk about what? The first order of business or, I was thinking we could go over the list of small business owners that Rose Quartz pulled through.”

Seungcheol breathed out your name exasperatedly, making you suck in your lips. “I meant about us.”

“There is no ‘us’ Cheol.” You cut him off curtly, pointing a finger at him with your next statement. “You made that clear. ‘We shouldn’t do this.’ Ring a bell?”

“That was before.”

“Before what?” You ask throwing your hands up.

“Before I knew you.” You laugh at this.

“You didn’t want to get to know me.” You step closer, trying to understand what the hell was actually happening because none of what he was saying made any damn sense. You stood right in front of him, letting him explain himself.

“I kept tabs on you after that night. I never stopped thinking about you.”

“Oh right, ‘cause the tabloids have such accurate analysis’ on people they’ve never spoken to once.”

He shook his head, “Not through the tabloids. I, looked past that. I observed you and the people you were interacting with.” You crossed your arms and he continued, “I saw how smart you were, networking with Jihoon. How supportive you were when Jun finally got his first acting gig and you kept supporting him throughout his career. I saw how grateful Soonyoung is towards you, for what I don’t really know but, I do know I’d be just as grateful for anything you do for me. Because you do everything for those you care about with everything you have.” You started to tear up a little but blinked them away. “I see how hard you work at business conferences to get Rose Quartz noticed and acknowledged. In my opinion, Rose Quartz wouldn’t have gotten as far as it did without your persistence, your drive and your creativity. Especially not your daringness.”

“You do realise you sound like a simp right now, right?” You squint at him. He nods quietly. Not really knowing what to say next. You sigh, wrapping your arms around his shoulders and he immediately places his hands on your waist. “I don’t know what you want me to say.”

“Tell me you’ll let me prove it to you.”

“Prove what?”

“That I want you.”

Fine. Looking into his sparkly eyes, you admit, you still felt some type of way about Seungcheol even after all the years. But it was the fact that you felt something towards the other two as well and you had no damn clue how to come to terms with it, if at all. That night stirred so many old emotions and brought alight new ones. Seungcheol left you to think about what he said and you texted Yunjin to help you get settled which went by fairly quickly.

“You okay?” She asked when you seemed too focused on the stapler.

“Yeah. Just, had a talk with Cheol.”

“And?”

“You guys were right.”

“Mr. Yoon and Mr. Hong are here to see you.” Yunjin informed you. You were currently finalizing the list of small business to review at your first official board meeting as partner. The same meeting would be attended by the CEO’s and their respective heads of each department. So the sudden and definitely unexpected visit from the two men caused the furrow of your brows, especially when they were each just a door away.

You told Yunjin to let them in and you double checked your appearance before the door opened again. Jeonghan and Joshua looking as dapper as ever standing near your desk like two boys sent to the principal’s office.

“You can go on break now, Yunjin.”

“You sure you don’t need anyth-”

“Break. Now.” You grit with a sarcastic smile knowing very well she was just trying to stay and snoop. She makes a defeated sound but leaves anyways. “Please take a seat.” You gesture towards the two chairs on the opposite side of your desk. “And to what do I owe the pleasure?”

“Well, we just came to see what your problem is.”

“Excuse me?” You recoil.

“What Jeonghan means to say is… Well we noticed some tension between you and Cheol. And we wanted to know what it was about.”

“Tension?”

“Yes, sweetheart…. Or would you prefer, baby?” A devious grin stretched across Jeonghan’s lips when your eyes snapped to his. Clearly having stricken a nerve with the specific pet name.

“Oh, she thought we didn’t know.” Joshua giggles to his partner.

“Alright look, whatever idea or theory you’ve strung up, I want no parts in.” You stand, pressing your palms flat on your desk as you tower over them. “From here on out, we will be professional. Got it?”

“No.” Joshua doesn’t miss a beat, leaning back and crossing his arms.

“No?”

“No.” Jeonghan follows suit, “You don’t get to act all professional after what went down. You may not want to accept that there was way more than just a sexual thing between us, all of us. But you and Cheol have something more than either of you, for whatever reason that is beyond me, want to confront.”

“We were serious when we said that we don’t just sleep with anybody. Nor have we all caught feelings for the same person.”

Wait a damn minute.

“I’m sorry, you what now?” You ask, heart racing. The each make their way around to stand on either side of you.

Jeonghan held one of your hands, “We like you.”

“Very much.” Joshua held your other hand.

“And we all want you.”

“Well, we can speak for ourselves, Cheol is big boy.” Cheol was a big boy indeed, because he had already said the same three words.

I want you.

The meeting went by smoothly, the other heads present agreeing with the selection but ultimately all deciding to pick a top five to start with and see how it went from there. With your nod, Seungcheol dismissed everyone but four plus Seokmin and Yunjin stayed behind.

“Mr. Lee, would you please show me the blueprints for my office again.”

“Of course, Ms. Huh. After you.”

The two sensing the awkward yet electrified atmosphere had them rushing to get out under any lie at all. Leaving you alone with you three weaknesses.

“I’m heading out.” You announce with your head down as you arrange your papers back into the folder you brought with. Then you hear the doors shut and the lock beeps, making your head snap up.

“We need to talk.” They say in unison.

You sigh, sitting down. All this talking was going to give you a migraine or an anxiety attack. You lean your forehead onto the wooden desk defeated. “I’m listening.”

“Aish, sweetheart. You’re so mean.”

“How?” You mumble.

“Darling, you won’t even look at us, hm.”

“Don’t wanna.”

“Why not, princess?”

You sigh for the umpteenth time. “Because then you’ll confuse me with your stupid pretty faces and smirking.” The chuckle to themselves but you catch it, “So just, say whatever it is.”

They clear their throats and take seats near you, similar to the way you all sat down for breakfast and it’s Seungcheol who speaks up first. “Look, I’m pretty sure you already know how we feel about you.”

“Do I?” You sass lightly, causing him to bite his lip in an attempt to keep calm.

“Yes,” he tugs you up by your shoulders but gently, even with your protests. “you do. Very well actually.”

“And we think it’s only fair if we knew how you felt about us.” Joshua speaks softly.

“Don’t you agree? You owe us at least that if nothing else.” Jeonghan raises a prompting brow when you meekly avoid their gentle gazes, now fiddling with your fingers like a schoolgirl. Seungcheol tucks a finger underneath your chin to get you to look up, which you hesitantly do.

They do have a point. They have the right to know what you’re feeling, if you’re feeling anything at all. Or if you want to forget the entire thing happened and just move on, but you don’t. Of course you feel something for them, you feel so many things. But how would that play out? You’re know to be reckless, so how would dating three guys look? All CEO’s of the same company, all friends? Would you be labelled as something unspeakable? Probably. But that wasn’t what made you hesitate.

You couldn’t bear the thought of the tabloids dragging them.

“Hey, talk to us. What’s going on in that pretty head of yours?” Seungcheol prompts softly when he notices your lip begin to tremble.

You could tell them, voice your worries like a mature, grown, emotionally intelligent woman. But you don’t. So you push up, startling them and you make a run for the door, leaving them utterly confused and broken.

Working at Carat Corp knowing that you had silently rejected all three CEO’s confessions had made it a little difficult to get through the day.

Since that awkward, emotional, boardroom incident that happened a few weeks ago, you hadn’t interacted with them unless about work. The first five small business owners had been selected and had begun the mentoring process with the appropriate teams from the company. So you had put all your energy and focus into that, since it was Rose Quartz baby, you had to make sure it went smoothly.

Yunjin and Seokmin worked together to help you wherever you needed. Although you had a sneaking suspicion that something more was going on between them as they wouldn’t stop whispering and giggling when they thought you weren’t paying attention. You didn’t mind the budding romance, though it did make you feel sour that your own friend had her emotions together and you didn’t.

It was especially difficult to come to terms with at the company dinner party where the new investments were invited as well. You knew it was for work but it seemed as if everyone was boo’d up and you were well, sipping drink after drink and becoming quite unaware of how many you’ve had.

“I need to cut you off.”

“What why?”

“Because you’re going to do or say something you’ll regret.” Yunjin says with a firm grip on your hand that reached out for yet another glass from the tray one of the waiters were carrying.

“’M’fine, Jinnie. See,” you demonstrate standing on one leg and though you thought you had your balance together, you in fact did not and tipped over. “Ah!” You squeak out, bracing yourself to hit the ground but you never do.

“You okay?” Oh no, you know that voice, too well. But your intoxicated brain speaks before you even think.

“Cheollie!” You straighten as best you can in his strong hold and on your weak knees.

“Hey.” He holds you steady by the waist.

“You saved me.” You smile up at him, with glazed over eyes. He chuckles, clearly taking in your drunk and giddy state.

“C’mon, let’s get you home.” He announces and nods towards Yunjin to give him the go ahead to which she says,

“You’re a life saver.” She gave him an appreciative smile and watched as he basically carried you through the crowd and caught the eye of his two partners. They followed suit in saying quick goodbyes before heading down to the parking lot.

“Like the – the tour day, Cheollie.” You hiccup when you make it out of the elevator and he guides you to his car. He buckles you up and makes his way over to the driver’s side, not wasting a second after buckling up to drive off to your apartment.

Jeonghan and Joshua meet you both back at your place as Seungcheol attempts to get you to put in your passcode and hold onto you securely.

“Here, let me. Sweetheart, look at me.” Jeonghan takes your face into his palms gently to get you to focus, to which you blink up at him so cutely. “What’s your passcode?”

“My birth- day – wards.” You hiccup, leaning back into Seungcheol’s hold.

“Her birthday?” Jeonghan asks the others.

“Backwards.” Joshua confirms.

Seungcheol recites it for Joshua to punch in and the lock clicks, he pushes the door open for Seungcheol to carry you inside. Once the door is shut, they set out to run you a bath and make you some food considering you were only drinking and were nowhere near the buffet.

“I got the bath.” Joshua heads towards the bathroom, running the water, adjusting the temperature and adding the bubble bath you had on the edge.

“I’ll make her something to eat.” Jeonghan stations himself in the kitchen, washing his hands and getting into his zone of making you something to help with the killer hangover you’ll have in the morning.

Seungcheol penguin walks you to your bedroom, steadying you so he could take your dress off. As he unzips it, you flirt with a giggle, “Cheollie, you can’t see anything if you’re behind me.”

His heart skips a beat, but that’s not what he’s doing. “Ssh, you need a bath and then we’re gonna eat some food that Hannie made, okay?” He tugs the straps of your dress off your shoulders and down your arms.

You perk up, “Hannie’s here??” Wiggling out of your dress and letting it pool around your ankles.

Seungcheol’s breath hitches at the sight of your bare body. Taking in the fact that you had not been wearing any underwear, considering your dress he understood the decision. Looking up and ahead, he guides you over to the bathroom where Joshua waits, “Yeah, and so is Shua. He’s going to give you a bath and then bring you to the kitchen, okay?” He takes his leave shortly after you say,

“Okay.” You nod, waddling over to Joshua, who just like Seungcheol, has to try to not focus on the fact that you were completely bare. Swallowing once, he takes your hands and guides you as you step into the tub. “That feels perfect.”

Joshua smiles, “Just relax, darling. I’ll take care of you.”

And that he did. He got your makeup wipes and cleansers, ridding your face of the night’s evidence. Also giving your temples a light massage, he gives in and kisses your nose like Spiderman, loving the way it scrunches up. He lathers up your loofa with your body scrub, gently cleaning your body with care and delicacy that you so deeply appreciate even in your hazy state.

“That tickles, Joshie.” You giggle when he washes your feet and soon enough your bath is over, rinsing off with the showerhead and stepping into the giant fluffy towel that Joshua had spread out for you.

He waddles you back to your bedroom to moisturize and simultaneously give you a full body massage. Everything went smoothly until it came to getting dressed. You didn’t want to wear any underwear or pyjamas because,

“’s too hot, Joshie!” Not being able to win, he talked you into wearing your nightgown and tied it securely. Finally making your way to the kitchen, where Jeonghan had just finished plating your food.

Jeonghan guided you over to the living room sofa where he sat down with you in his lap so that he could feed you. You tried to yourself but you burnt your tongue from being too eager and so he took over. Blowing on each spoonful, he fed you while the other two looked on like worried boyfriends.

“Good girl.” Jeonghan praised when you finished your last bite and just like Joshua, couldn’t resist and gave you a kiss on the cheek. You couldn’t deny the butterflies that erupted from everything they were doing for you, which was exactly what made you sober up.

“Darling.” Joshua called to get your attention when you looked as if you had seen a ghost, “hear us out.”

You observe all three men, all still in their outfits from the dinner party and all looking at you like you were the most important thing in the world. Not trusting yourself to speak, you nod, fiddling with Jeonghan’s hand that wasn’t holding onto your waist.

“You’ve been avoiding us.” Seungcheol speaks up, “we don’t know why, but we want you to know that we care and that we’ll wait as long as it takes.”

“I know.” You whisper, not looking up at them. They’re low-key hoping that the liquor in your system will loosen your lips and spill your thoughts. But it’s doing the opposite, seeing you freeze up, or so they thought. “I’m sorry. I just- I’m scared.”

“Scared of what?” The man beneath you probes softly.

“I don’t want you all to be in the tabloids because of me. I don’t want to ruin your reputations just because, I was selfish.” Your voice wavers a little but you carry on. “I have the worst experiences with the media day-in-day-out. I can’t do anything without them being up my ass, a-and I don’t want that to happen to you, any of you.” You finally look up, look each of them in the eye as you continue to pour your heart out. “I care about you all too much to let everything you’ve worked your entire lives for to be ruined. All because I couldn’t keep it together or was too greedy.”

It’s quiet. Eerily so. Too embarrassed to look up anymore you lower yourself into Jeonghan’s hold, hiding your face in his shoulder and making yourself small. You hear some shifting and feel a tight, warm and reassuring embrace followed by a series of soft kisses where reachable.

“We don’t care about what anyone else has to think or say about us.” Joshua speaks into your neck.

“Much less the media.” Jeonghan continues.

“The only thing that matters is that we are all on the same page about each other and are open and honest with each other.” Seungcheol rubs your back softly.

You lift your head up a little, peaking up at Jeonghan first then to his left where Joshua was and then over your shoulder to where Seungcheol was. All three men sporting sincere, certain expressions.

“What if I fuck it up?” You pout and they softly chuckle.

“We’ll work it out together, baby.” Seungcheol kisses your cheek. “I promise.”

“About this baby thing. I don’t appreciate being left out.”

“Yeah me either. We need neutral ground and names.” Joshua and Jeonghan whine, making the two of you giggle.

“We’ll figure it out together.” You peck each of them on the lips. “I promise.”

Waking up in your bed with a sharp pang in your head was extremely unpleasant, but the warm weight surrounding you made you melt.

With Jeonghan on your right and Joshua on your left, that meant that the weight on top of your thighs was none other than,

“Cheollie?”

“Mornin’, baby.” He planted a kiss on your stomach. “You feel okay?”

“Head hurts.” You groan out.

Seungcheol lifts up on his knees to reach over to the nightstand. Grabbing the painkillers and water bottle and handing them to you. “Drink up.”

You did as told, handing the half empty bottle back to him to replace on the nightstand before laying back down on top of your thighs. “Urg, what’s the kill time?”

“A couple minutes. How bad is it, one to ten?” Seungcheol asks.

“Fifty.” He chuckles at your adorable pout, halting when an idea pops into his head.

“You trust me?” You nod at his sudden inquiry. “Okay, just relax.”

Your brows furrow but nonetheless, you attempt to follow instructions. Your breath hitches when you feel him shuffle lower, slotting himself between your thighs so that his face is level with your heat.

“Cheol, I-”

“Someone’s a very naughty girl. Where are your panties, princess?”

“She refused to wear any after her bath.” A groggy Joshua answers, hand blindly trailing up your chest.

“I noticed when I was feeding her.” Jeonghan mumbles as he sits up on an elbow to sleepily frown at the scene. “It’s barely … eight o’clock.” He had paused to check your alarm clock

“M’sorry, Hannie.” You run your fingers through his bed head hair in attempts to soothe him. He pouts, eyes zoned in on where Joshua was teasing your robe open to grip onto one of your breast.

“I forgive you. Carry on Cheol.” Jeonghan dismisses as he lowers himself enough to be level with your free breast, earning a whimper when he suckles the nipple into his warm mouth.

“Good idea, Han.” Joshua says just as he too leans down to suckle on your nipple.

Both satisfied and pacified, Seungcheol kisses the top of your mound, gaining your attention right before he licks a strip through your folds. His warm tongue feels so good, sending your pounding head into numbness from receiving head.

“Fuck, Cheollie. Please” You’re not even sure what you’re asking for but he seems to know, because he flicks at your clit rapidly before wrapping his cherry lips around the nub like he was sucking on a sweet.

“So sweet, princess.” He barely parts from your core to praise you, groaning out at the way more of your arousal drips out at it.

You’re feeling so pampered right now with all their mouths on you like this, how could you ever live without this? Threading each of your hands into Jeonghan’s and Joshua’s hair, you tug gently to let them know they're doing so good. Alternating between sucking and licking and even nibbling because of course, Jeonghan is a biter.

Hips bucking into Seungcheol’s mouth lets him know that you’re enjoying yourself. That, along with the way you moan out for him.

“Cheollie, Cheollie… you’re going to make me cum soon.” You manage to say in between shallow breaths.

The way he sucks on your clit and moves his head side to side, moaning into your pussy like a thirsty man made your eyes roll to the back of your head. Letting go of your erect clit with a pop, he laps at your hole, drinking up all you had to offer. In search of more, he fucks his tongue into you with precise movements. Caressing your walls with his wet muscle and simultaneously nudging your clit, you squealed when he somehow managed to hot that spot inside you.

“Cumming!”

Was all you could warn before you creamed all over his tongue and he swallowed every last drop. The other two popped of your chest, hissing in pain when you tugged at their roots during your orgasm. Seungcheol licking you through it and rubbing your thighs soothingly.

When you whined and attempted to shut your thighs around his head, Seungcheol knew you were teetering overstimulation and pulled away. He crawled up your body just as you let go of the brutal grip you had on Jeonghan and Joshua.

They all looked a gorgeous mess; lips glossy and swollen, hair unruly, chests heaving and flushed.

As for you, you were practically glowing from not only your orgasm, but from the love you felt from all three of these men. And as you tug each of them down to kiss deeply, you couldn’t be happier or more content.

“How’s your head now?” Seungcheol asked, parting from your kiss.

“Still hurts a little.” You tease.

“Insatiable.”

“Ravening.”

Joshua and Jeonghan chastise. Seungcheol heaving a dramatic sigh, “What are we to do with you, baby?”

Humming in faux thought, you smile triumphantly, “Make me all yours.” And just before the best morning of your life, you hear a unanimous,

“Done.”

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Mingyu ran from a lot of things. He ran from his ex fiancée when she cheated, he ran from new opportunities out of fear of losing what he already had, ran from a cop once as a teenager for streaking near the old folk’s home. Running wasn’t exactly something he’s fond of but, more often than not it’s what his heart tells him to do.

As stated, the last time he ran away was when his fiancée was found in the bed he paid for with her co-worker. That’s when his need to run came in the most handy, having no qualms with giving her the apartment and everything in it. His job allowed him to leave without much of a financial hit, her’s wouldn’t. 

The ring he bought stayed on her finger for some reason, the home he made became one she shared with any man that wasn’t him. It’s okay though, because to him, she can have it. He’s much more comfortable starting over than she would be. So, that’s what he does. 

He has money, he has a good job, and now he has a lovely house of his own on a quaint little street on the other side of town. Far far away from her. 

Starting over is equally as exhausting as it is exciting but, Mingyu keeps his chin up throughout the process. Making an empty house his new home, working his job as if his entire intimate life didn’t just fall apart, and of course, preparing himself to mingle with the new neighbors. 

A month after moving, Mingyu had made platter after platter of food for neighbors as his greeting in an attempt to make friends. Many accepted and returned his dishes washed and unscratched. All are friendly to him but, the majority of people in this neighborhood are middle aged and a bit out of his league. There is one pair of neighbors who appear more around his age though, and interested in actual friendship with him. The pair who brought his dishes back full of their own offer of a decent dinner for him to eat on his own time. 

Despite the majority of people living on this street being polite and fond of him as a newcomer, this specific couple appears to be the only ones without an entire family. Just like Mingyu. No children, free time to go out on the weekends, no minivans or babysitters coming every day during working hours. Naturally, he internally clings to the idea of them being his new friends, because his old group of friends consisted of his ex fiancée and her tight-knit group of pompous women and their boy toys. 

Seungcheol is the husband’s name, and briefly he met you alongside him a few times. He assumes you must have your own interests to cater to, because each time he finds himself on his own front porch with Seungcheol talking and joking around, you rarely come with him. Save for the one or two times you did stay to hang out for a couple of hours.

After a few months, he’s managed to sprout friendship with the man next door who has a pretty wife with a ring on her finger. Mingyu tries not to internalize that he was supposed to be living the way Seungcheol is. Maybe he’s a bit jealous of the happiness in Seungcheol’s eyes when he talks about you, or maybe it makes him feel like he either wasn’t good enough as a partner, or his ex simply just didn’t love him anymore. 

Still, even with the slight jealousy, Mingyu is comfortable around him. He’s never clicked with another man so quickly in terms of friendship, at least not without several shots of hard liquor to get himself comfortable. It’s definitely different with his neighbor. 

The guy is open, kind, and occasionally pretty funny. He comes over a few nights a week with the claim of “man-time”. It’s been at least fifteen times since he officially met Seungcheol and comfort comes alongside him when he sits on this porch and they fuck around about menial things. Hanging out with him is arguably like a breath of fresh air. 

Seungcheol though, he takes note of a lot of things that Mingyu doesn’t quite seem to notice himself. One, any time he mentions his wife, Mingyu’s eyes falter a bit. Two, he is clearly a single man and Seungcheol can’t quite grasp why that is because he’s a handsome dude, with a level personality. Three, there are slight self-deprecating jokes coming from Mingyu at least five times an hour and it’s starting to make him wonder. At first it can be funny, but after a while it kind of stops being a joke. 

So, here they are, joking and having a nice conversation on Mingyu’s porch. It’s a Friday night and Seungcheol assumes they’re close enough by this point to really talk. You’re in the back of his mind, making offers, smirking about the new neighbor, laying down the interest flat out after merely meeting with him a few times. If Mingyu really is a single man, and if he’s as open minded as he seems, perhaps laying down some hints and an invite can help him out of this clear slump that he tries to pretend he’s not in. 

“What about you? Do you have someone in your life?” Seungcheol asks after a solid twenty minutes of gushing about you. Internally knowing what he says about you is true, but also trying to sell the idea of how wonderful and sexy you are. He leans back as he studies Mingyu, noting the way he stiffens at the question. 

Again, it’s clear that Mingyu is a single man with the way he’s always in this house alone before and after work. On the weekends, he’s sitting on his porch waiting for Seungcheol to come join him. Sometimes there’s a doubt though, because looking at him, anyone would believe he is taken. He is down to earth, funny, kind, handsome as hell. Maybe he does see people and Seungcheol just never catches it. 

“Ah, no,” Mingyu avoids eye contact, trying to laugh it off as he confirms Seungcheol’s suspicions. He wants to talk about what happened though. He hasn’t been able to talk about it, and honestly, Seungcheol seems like a trusted friend at this point. “I was with someone for six years, asked her to marry me, and then we broke it off. That’s why I’m here now.”

“Oh yeah? Starting over, huh?” Seungcheol nods politely at him, figuring something like this may have happened. “Can I ask what happened?”

Mingyu shrugs nonchalantly, looking at Seungcheol with a carefree face and a smile.

“She wasn’t the most faithful, you know how it goes with those sorts of things, I guess.” 

Seungcheol studies his face a bit more, seeing straight through that carefree attitude and noting the immense amount of hurt Mingyu must feel. 

“I don’t, actually.” Seungcheol starts, watching Mingyu’s brow rise in confusion. 

“Oh, that’s lucky.” He responds with a defeated shrug, almost wanting to roll his eyes. “You might be the first man I’ve ever met who hasn’t dealt with infidelity at some point. Even just as a teenager.”

“On the contrary,” Seungcheol says with a smirk, leaning towards Mingyu as if he has a secret to tell. “We fuck other people all the time.”

Mingyu stares at him as he processes those words. Unsure of it that means they both are cheating out of spite, or if they’re about to divorce or something. 

“Sometimes in the same bed.” 

Oh. 

“At the same time.”

Seungcheol dead pan stares at Mingyu, searching for a reaction to his words. There have been many times where he and his wife invite someone to their bedroom, and many more times where the person ended up so freaked out that they ghosted the entire situation. Perhaps out of fear that Seungcheol doesn’t know what he’s doing with his wife. Many people can’t seem to fathom that possessiveness, jealousy, and competition aren’t part of the deal. 

You married Seungcheol and he married you long after the two of you started doing this. The trial period was over before it even started. He loved watching you be pleasured, and you loved the way he looked at you as it happened. Of course, not all of the sex involves other people, but it never hurts the marriage when a third shows up. 

“Oh–” Mingyu swallows around his dry throat, mind running in several directions at once. He’s not sure how to respond to that information. “That’s cool, I guess.”

Seungcheol stays silent, smirking a bit at the way Mingyu, so huge and broad, stutters to find the words to say. It’s not like he straight up invited him, not yet at least. 

“I couldn’t imagine doing that, considering I just left my fiancée for fucking someone else.” 

Seungcheol nods both understandingly and apologetically. People do tend to mix up the two. Is it cheating when he watches another man or woman fuck you? To some people, yeah but, monogamy is natural for many people. 

“I assume she didn’t tell you that she would be fucking someone else.” Seungcheol shrugs, leaning back again. “I can imagine that even if she did tell you, you’d not have allowed it, right?”

Mingyu nods. 

“It puts my stomach in knots to think of someone I love wanting to be with someone else.” 

“That’s fair,” Seungcheol starts, glancing away and thinking of how to word what he wants to say. “What if someone else wanted you to fuck the person they love?”

Mingyu freezes again, unsure of if he’s thinking too hard about that question, or not enough. 

“I’m sorry, what?” He asks defensively, looking his neighbor dead in the eye. 

“I’m not saying you have to take up this offer but, I mean, you’re a single guy. I’m a married guy, with a wife who is incredibly curious about you.” 

Mingyu continues to process the words, still overthinking it. 

“Is this a joke?” He asks in a quieter voice, whispering as if the entire neighborhood can hear them. 

“Are you attracted to her?” Seungcheol continues to press, wondering what it’ll take to get a simple yes or no out of him. He notes the way Mingyu’s ear goes red, and can’t tell if it’s because of the offer or because he’s afraid to call another man’s wife attractive.

“Here, let me rephrase,” He starts over, leaning forward again. “My wife thinks you’re, in her own words, ‘beautiful.’ She asks about you every time I come home from hanging out here, and she’s starting to get persistent.”

Mingyu, still at a loss for words, slowly nods. 

“She’s pretty, yeah.” He says, now leaning himself toward Seungcheol and raising a brow in curiosity. 

“As a single man, are you looking for love or are you looking for fun?” Seungcheol continues, prying answers out of him and smiling at the way it seems he was right in believing there is interest here.

“I just got out of a six year relationship, I’m not trying to do all of that again,” Mingyu shakes his head in disappointment. “Not for now, at least.”

“So, do you want to fuck my wife?”

Silence. 

Seungcheol pinches the bridge of his nose momentarily, seemingly frustrated.

“Look, does it help to know that I want to watch you fuck my wife?”

Louder silence. 

“Okay, you clearly need some time to think. Just, if you’re ever interested let me know. I can open the blinds if you want, like a sample or something.”

Seungcheol can see the way his eyes glisten at that offer through his silence. The wavering interest igniting right then and there. Ah, a voyeur, what a perfect addition to this neighborhood of dry vanilla cake. It’s not strange at all to see a monogamous man watching his footing in this situation, but the offer to watch is an entirely different thing from an offer to join right off the bat. Especially since there needs to be boundaries set if he decides he does want to fuck you.

For instance, when did he last get tested? Considering he got duped by his ex, that’s important. Does he like it raw? Does he know the ass belongs to Seungcheol? Etcetera. 

“Can you say something? I’m starting to feel like I’m making you uncomfortable.”

“Ah, sorry. It’s just–” Mingyu leans back with a sigh of relief at the general questioning being over and done with. “Yeah, I need to think about it.”

“Don’t think too hard,” Seungcheol laughs. “It’s getting late so, if you need me I’ll be fucking my wife.”

Mingyu watches him stand on his feet and follows the action. Feeling both closer to him and also in a rut of wondering if their entire friendship will rely on whether he wants to fuck his wife or not. Should he like, hug him goodbye or something?

He stands awkwardly as Seungcheol studies him even more. 

“Just think about it, really. She loves being watched too, if you don’t want to be involved directly.” 

God, he can feel how red his ears and face have become, surely Seungcheol knows by now that the interest outweighs the concerns. And as Seungcheol turns to head down the steps, he calls out to him. 

“Let’s say I’m interested but unsure of how to go about it, what then?”

Seungcheol turns to him and smiles, taking a few steps closer so that he doesn’t have to yell out to him. 

“It’s sex. If you know how to fuck, you fuck.“

“And if I’m not entirely ready to throw myself into your marital bed?” 

“Just let me know, like I said, opening the curtains isn’t the most insane sexual practice.”

Mingyu being the person looking through those curtains though…is it really not as insane as he’s thinking it is?

~

“So…?” You ask as soon as Seungcheol comes through the door, clinging to him with doe-eyes and a smile. 

“He seems interested but,” Your husband slides off his shoes and heads straight for the couch to lay against it in a huff. “I don’t know. Just found out his ex cheated on him after like six years, I think the whole idea spooked him.”

“Ah, damn.” You look to the floor, and then make your way onto the couch with him. “What did you say?”

“I asked him if he wanted to fuck you.”

You narrow your eyes at him before rolling them with a frustrated sigh. 

“Why would you ask him straight up like that? I cannot believe you pride yourself in being the talker of our sex life. It’s no wonder we have trouble finding people to join.”

Seungcheol looks at you with a fond smirk.

“Would you feel better if I told you that he admitted to thinking you’re pretty?”

You smile, warming up next to your husband and feeling entirely safe here. 

“What about if I told you that right before I came back home, he said he was interested and just didn’t know how to go about it?” 

A bigger smile forms on your face as you look up at him, devious eyes glistening in the warm lighting of your living room. 

“I offered that he can just watch instead. If he takes up that offer, it won't be long before he’s banging on our front door ready to show us a good time.”

You reach up to brush some of his fringe out of his face before releasing a dreamy sigh. 

“He’s so big. Like, even from here I can tell he must be packing. I hope you’re right.” You say as Seungcheol rolls his eyes, knowing damn well that Mingyu is your type and you’re probably never gonna shut up about him.  “Can’t believe someone cheated on that.” 

“Alright, alright.” He playfully complains, shoving you back against the couch and practically smothering you with his form as he flops down on you. “He hasn’t accepted yet, save those compliments for if he joins. He seems pretty shy, probably likes to be doted on.”

“Ooh, shy?”

“Oh yeah, for sure. He was actually stuttering when I made the offer, I don’t think he noticed how red his face got.”

You chuckle at the mental image of Mingyu being shy. You only had to meet him a few times to grow interest in him, but on first glance you’d think he would be the dominant type. It’s a welcome change that your husband thinks he’s the opposite.

“Do you think If I joined you next time, he might be more inclined to pull it out or something?”

“Absolutely not. I can imagine he wouldn’t even come out of his house if he saw you on his porch after what I said to him.”

“God, he’s cute.”

Seungcheol nods against you in agreement, finally pulling his weight from you and standing on his feet. 

“Yeah, it’ll be fun to see where this leads. Now if you’ll just follow me to the bedroom, I also told him I’d be fucking you tonight so I’d like to make good on my promise.” 

Fortunately for you, Seungcheol never makes a promise that he can’t keep.

~

For days Mingyu contemplates the things his neighbor said. Over the short time he’s known him, he clicked into friendship so easily and felt like he could trust him. Apparently, Seungcheol felt the same way because spilling all of those intimate details right there during a regular hang out was a bit out of the blue. Then again, he can’t imagine a married man would simply offer for anyone to fuck his wife, so the pros definitely outweigh the cons of this situation.

If it was a joke, he thinks he would know by now. All he’s gotten from Seungcheol since then is pleasant conversation as if the offer was never made to begin with. Which somehow makes it worse because he wants to talk about it. He wants more clarity. 

God, since then, he’s had nothing but intrusive thoughts of fantasies he’s never considered before. He’s so horny out of his mind on a daily basis thinking about it, especially now that he doesn’t have his ex fiancée around. Porn has never been so loved by him until now. Even when he was a teenager, he never jerked off this much just to calm his thoughts. 

The various types of porn he’s viewed within the past five days is insane. The post-nut guilt hit him pretty hard at first, sending him into both a sex crazed and sex starved stupor but, the interest only heightened from there as he would eventually start searching up porn related to the exact thing he’s been offered. 

On the sixth night of contemplation, he peeks through his blinds at the house next door and notes the silence. He knows some wild things must happen in that bedroom and he wants to know what it is. Naturally, he starts searching up some keywords without really knowing what any of it entails. 

He watches cuckold video after cuckold video, feeling his opinions of fucking another man’s wife validated by the amount of people who seem to love it the way he wants to. Then, exhibitionism comes into play. He watches at least ten videos involving said kink, his cock growing so pathetically hard at the fact that this could be a reality if he wants. Then, voyeurism.

Good lord, that’s him. All of these videos, at least in the ten more he watches, he can easily put himself in the shoes of watching. Which only makes it more arousing when he lands on a video that is clearly scripted, but entirely too similar to what his kind neighbors offered. 

There, a man watches through his window, palming himself as a woman gets absolutely railed against her own window. The camera pans to and from both ends of the scenario, for five minutes he watches the woman get fucked from the man’s window view, and then for another five minutes, he watches the man pleasure himself from her view. 

He watches intently, weeping cock twitching each time he closes his eyes and realizes that if he wanted it, that could be him. He could be the stranger in his window watching his neighbors get eachother off, except Mingyu isn’t a stranger. 

He doesn’t even need to watch the video to imagine now. Thousands upon thousands of videos comfort him in the idea that yeah, maybe involving himself in a marriage that isn’t his own is okay. Seungcheol is a handsome guy, and pretty beefed up himself. Then there’s you, such a pretty fucking woman, walking around like you don’t like to get fucked by multiple people as your husband watches.

Goddamn, if there’s any couple he’d want to be involved with, it would be you and your husband. 

Okay, maybe he’s interested and maybe that interest plays out the next day. Or rather, the next evening. Another Friday night, when Seungcheol usually comes over to hang out except this time Mingyu doesn’t respond to his texts until much later. Out of both nervousness and his own mind games hyping himself up. 

If he’s gonna watch, he doesn’t want Seungcheol to see him a mere hour or two before it happens, at least. 

Now though, ten at night, he hyped up his cock the same way he hyped up his mentality. When he’s horny, it’s much easier for him to work up the courage to lay down his own hints, to show his own interest, and to play along with things he’s never delved into. 

Mingyu: Hey um 

Seungcheol: here I was thinking you were ignoring me or something

Mingyu: can i ask about something?

Hell yeah he can. 

Seungcheol: oh? you finally warmed up to the idea? 

Mingyu: i’m just curious. 

Seungcheol peeps out his own window to see Mingyu’s blinds very quickly close.

Seungcheol: why’d you back away from the window? 

Mingyu: i don’t know, i feel like a weirdo

Seungcheol: i invited you to watch me fuck my wife, Mingyu. 

No response.

There’s a few moments of silence on Seungcheol’s end as he turns to you and flicks his head to the window. 

“I’m ninety percent sure he wants me to fuck you in front of that window right now.” 

“Oh?” You perk up in interest, hopping up from the bed and running over to the window beside your husband and peeking out. “Open them up then. If he watches, he watches.”

Seungcheol nods, looking down at the silence of his text messages and smirking. You’re right, if Mingyu wants to watch, he will. 

And so, as you go make yourself up in the bathroom for a good first impression, Seungcheol is quick to work himself up now too. Given, the two of you were about to call it a night and simply sleep since the day was quite exhausting, this is a welcome change of events. After all, Seungcheol knows how you act when you’re both horny and exhausted. He’s sure Mingyu will love it if he works up the courage to just look.

After a few minutes more of silence from Mingyu’s message box, you make your way back into the room and stare at the window. 

“Is his bedroom lined up with ours?” You ask, quirking a brow. 

“I assume so, yeah.” Seungcheol shrugs, still palming against himself lazily to get ready to put on a show.

“Oh, this could be really fun.” You say, now moving toward the window and pulling at the curtains to move them completely from Mingyu’s presumed view. 

Seungcheol follows suit, raising the blinds so fast that the sound is almost laughable.

“Should I go ahead and take off my clothes, or?” You ask now, noting the way Mingyu’s blinds are still very much closed. 

“Put this on, tie it loosely and let it fall open for him.” Seungcheol smiles, handing you the silk robe you only ever wear when a third is joining you. 

“Oooh, perfect. Let him pine for it.” You laugh with a wiggle of your brows, stepping away from the window to completely undress and put on the robe. 

Seungcheol finally texts Mingyu again when you get yourself situated, right there in the view of his dark and silent home. 

Seungcheol: blinds are open, feel free to watch.

Thank god Mingyu has read receipts on, because right as Seungcheol goes to lock his phone and play with you, he notes that it’s been read and instantly glues himself against your back. 

“He read the messages, keep your eyes at his window, see if he watches.” Seungcheol whispers before snaking an arm around you and slipping it under your robe to instantly rub against your clit. 

You do exactly as he says, gluing your eyes to the window directly across from you as you slightly spread your legs and grip the windowsill. Seungcheol is good at this, always great with putting on a show too. You know for a fact that even if Mingyu doesn’t watch, you’re going to be seeing stars whenever your husband deems it appropriate. 

“You think he’s gonna do it?” You ask curiously, trying not to immediately lose yourself to the feeling of his fingers against your clit, or the hand he’s currently slipping through your robe to grope and squeeze your tits. 

“We can only hope, until then, just enjoy it.” Seungcheol smiles against your neck, kissing the back of it before resting his chin on your shoulder, trying to work you up to where you start to slowly lose your sanity like you always do. 

It works out perfectly for him, knowing that whether Mingyu watches or not, he’s going to make damn sure you’re taken care of. His fingers expertly slide up and down the delicate folds of your arousal, and his other hand pinches and rolls your nipple to the point that it’s swollen and sensitive. His kisses against your neck become peppered and gentle as he feels your legs start to shake a bit each time his fingers reach your clit again. 

You try to turn your head to look at him, but he laughs again. 

“No, keep your eyes on the window.” He says in a raspy whisper, pressing his barely clothed cock against your ass. Thankfully, he’s adjusted himself to where just the tip pokes out of his boxers and feeling the coolness of the silk robe offer a delicate sensation, it satiates his needs for now. “Feels good even like this, right?” He asks, sliding his fingers down to tease with your hole. 

You nod against him, breathing in deeply and turning to jelly against him. You love and hate the way he makes your body react. It’s hard to keep your eyes on that window across from you when you’re being offered sheer arousal right behind you. 

“Mm, you always get so wet when you know someone might be watching.” Your husband compliments you, dipping his fingers in before sliding them out again and running them up to swirl around your clit with more pressure than before. “God, you’re really soaking my fingers already babe, he doesn’t know what he’s missing out on–”

You let out a small moan, frustrated that you want Seungcheol to be right. If only Mingyu would take the two of you up on the offer. If only he would actually glimpse even for a moment. You clench at the idea of those blinds opening, grinding harshly against Seungcheol’s hand with a desperate sort of sound. 

Right then, you see movement next door. Seungcheol can tell with the way your pussy grips his fingers tightly when he slides them back into you, and you let out a genuine and desperate moan. He flicks his eyes up, now noting the movement himself. 

The way you writhe your body at the mere confirmation that Mingyu is watching is insanely erotic to your husband. Whether it’s out of curiosity or if it’s out of arousal, it doesn't matter. He loves the way you get so turned on so fast, and with this being the situation, he’s not surprised that you seem more desperate than usual. Plus, the fact that those blinds stay parted shows that Mingyu likes what he’s seeing, and you couldn’t be more aroused by the thought of what he must be doing behind the veil of his own window-blinds. 

Seungcheol chuckles gently in your ear as you continue to lose your mind on his fingers, he can tell that now you’re moving to turn both him and Mingyu on, rather than just him like moments ago. You grind more, you whine more, you get increasingly more wet. 

And as you stare forward to the little space in Mingyu’s window where his eyes sit, you grow more and more frustrated with the way he doesn’t open the blinds up. You want to see him too, you need to see how he likes to touch himself. 

Seungcheol can tell through your frustrated moans that you need more, and like the doting husband he is, he offers a solution fairly quickly. 

“What’s wrong?” He coos, fucking his fingers in again at an angle, deepening them inside of you and holding your waist in place. “He’s not giving you what you want, is he?”

You nod brokenly, finally tearing your eyes from the window and shooting a pleading look to your husband, rolling your eyes back only slightly when his fingertips bump the soft and sensitive spot inside of you. 

“Use my phone, text him.” Seungcheol smiles, holding your waist in place tighter so he can fuck his fingers in at a harsher pace. You tremble in his grasp, unsure if you can even process the idea of texting right now. “Tell him to let you see him.”

You nod, smiling through the sensitivity of your g-spot being repeatedly assaulted, clearly on purpose, surely to have you going fucking feral. Reaching for the phone, your hands are trembling as you unlock it and read over the messages from before with Mingyu. His curiosity is hopefully strong enough to actually stick around for the next however long, because god, you want him to see you fall apart. 

Seungcheol: open your blinds, let me see

Mingyu watches you text as your body jerks with each hidden movement of Seungcheol’s hand under that robe, and when his phone goes off he almost panics. Almost. He drops his length and grabs his phone in one hand while using the other to keep the split of his blinds open enough to keep watching. Fighting the feeling of appearing like a damn stalker, despite his hips rubbing his achingly hard cock against the trim of the window. 

The way Seungcheol stares from behind you, the way you smirk through faces of pleasure at what he’s doing to you, at what he must be saying to you. Mingyu has never felt so fucking aroused watching someone have what he wants. The way you skew your head to listen to what your husband is saying, the way his hands move to places he can’t see. Arguably, you look like the most fuckable person on this planet at the moment and it’s incredibly difficult to not want to fuck something, anything, right now.

Mingyu knows he’s done for if he so much as grips his own cock by now. So quickly the thought of doing this made his pathetic cock weep against his briefs, and now, seeing it happen in real time just across the yard. Yeah, he could come within seconds if he doesn’t try to control it. Upon reading your text though, he finds himself following precise directions and opens the blinds for you to reveal himself. 

His face flushes seeing you in full without the blinds cutting off his peripheral vision. It kind of hits him differently realizing he’s in his own quiet bedroom fucking himself to the image of you propped up against the window for him. It’s embarrassing and he feels entirely pathetic when you look at him like this. Both so far away and so close at the same time. His senses are heightened tenfold the moment he sees you react. 

An accidental moan splills from his lips, the sound breaking the heavy silence of his home and echoing through the walls as if to tell whatever ghosts that live here that he definitely wants to fuck around with the married couple next door. Your attraction to him only heightens the confidence he holds within himself.

You, on the other hand, can feel your arousal drip out of you and onto your husband’s hand at seeing Mingyu coming into full view. Your hand grips at your husband’s, clumsily allowing yourself to feel the sheer force of how his fingers are plunging into you just at the right moment. You roll your head back briefly, basking in the pleasure of being fucked and watched.

“Don’t look away babe,” Seungcheol says, flicking his eyes to Mingyu. “He’s so hard.”

You weakly lift your head again, opening your darkened eyes and looking directly at the man through the window. His hair is a mess, fanning across his forehead, and he’s shirtless, revealing the abs you only assumed he had at first glance. His cock is heavy against his dark gray briefs, stretching the fabric out enough to tell you that, yeah, he is packing. 

You make eye contact with him, staring straight into his eyes as you press your ass back and against Seungcheol, who readily accepts the movement and presses his cock directly against you with a soft sigh of his own. 

“Already?” He whispers to you with an amused chuckle, stilling his fingers and dropping his other hand to toy at the tie of your robe, hopefully so it falls open naturally at a quicker pace now that you appear to be losing it. 

“Right now.” You respond in a desperate voice, hiking one leg up against the table off to the side and feeling your robe instantly fall open. 

Your eyes devour the image of Mingyu’s mouth falling open in what you can only assume is a moan at your naked body being revealed to him. Instantly, you shoot your hand to your chest and start toying with one of your nipples for him. Shooting a hungry gaze straight across the way and making obvious suggestions at him through it. 

Seungcheol from behind you is seemingly in his own little world when he shoves his boxers down and arches your back with his palm so that your ass lifts for him, instantly you can feel his cock between your legs. He takes a step back, pulling you with him and removing your leg from the table to position you in a way that if Mingyu looks hard enough, he can see the way his cock will slide beautifully between your thighs. 

“Not yet babe, let’s play first.” Seungcheol soothes you through the disappointed sigh of your leg being pulled down. You were so ready to start fucking immediately, but of course he wants to make a good first impression. “Hold your legs together.”

You listen perfectly, feeling Seungcheol’s cock slide easily between your thighs. 

“God, fuck–” He moans, feeling the wetness of you drip down onto his length as you squeeze your thighs together as tightly as possible. “He would go insane over you.”

“He already is,” You chuckle weakly, staring at the way Mingyu’s hand snakes under his briefs and tugs against himself. “I want to see it so bad.” 

“Mm, yeah, I bet you do.” Seungcheol responds mindlessly, loving the feeling your thighs offer to his desperate length. “Tell him then.”

Right then, Mingyu can see a mischievous little smile form across your lips as he struggles already not to release against his perfectly cleaned window. The way Seungcheol manhandles you is one thing, with his big hands gripping onto your flesh just to pound his cock between your legs– fuck. But, the way both of you stare straight at him is another. Mingyu might be obsessed with the way the two of you touch each other intentionally to get all three of you off. So badly does he want to be right there in the room, hearing you in his ear, watching Seungcheol kiss across your skin and massage your pretty sensitive pussy. One that he hasn’t entirely even gotten to see yet. 

Then, he jumps as his phone rings. 

From your end, you watch as he jumps out of surprise, glances at his phone, then back at you, shaking his head with a wince as he grips his cock again. 

“He’s not going to pick up.” You comment as the tightened squeeze of your thighs loosen up with disappointment. 

Seungcheol is instantly smiling, letting his cock fall from its place of stimulation and is pulling you back, back, back. Offering a full view of him falling back on the bed, with you falling with him. 

“Show him your pussy.” Seungcheol says, reaching around you to open your thighs as if you’re a grand prize for this little sex game of trying to seduce a broken hearted man.

Seungcheol knows he has an entire list of positions he could do to get Mingyu just as desperate as you get. Usually, presenting his wife’s pussy at another man is enough to have them making decisions they previously doubted. He hopes Mingyu reacts the same, because if he’s being totally honest with himself, saying no to you when you’re spread out like this is a fucking sin.

You stare at Mingyu when your husband spreads your legs, pussy pulsing around nothing more than the stare being directed at it. And there, sitting on Seungcheol’s hips with your back facing him, you easily hold your legs open and slide your fingers down to circle your clit. 

You stay like that for a moment, squinting to see Mingyu’s reaction and noting the way his hand fucks faster under the fabric of his briefs. You want him to go harder, so hard that he needs to take that last remaining bit of clothing off of him so that you can see. Thankfully, Seungcheol’s cock lies right below where your ass is sitting , and it’s easy to grasp it and hold it up against your folds. You grid against it gently before swirling your clit along the length of him, still staring at Mingyu with a smile. As if to tell him, “this could be you.”

The way Mingyu’s hand moves faster is one thing, the way he looks more unashamed now compared to when you first saw him in that window is another. The way his arms flex as he keeps his cock hidden beneath those briefs, jerking himself off desperately as if you can’t tell he’s struggling not to moan loud enough for you to hear even from here, it’s too fucking erotic. 

Never have you and your husband had a neighbor to play with like this. Typically, you’re being watched in the same room, this is something entirely different. This is insanely arousing and you can feel your pussy clench each time you’re reminded of how fucking sweet this deal could be.

“Play with yourself,” Seungcheol continues to instruct through a half-moan, feeling the way you rub his length against you as a form of masturbation. “I’ll call him again.” 

This time, you note how the phone rings once before Mingyu is fumbling to answer. You see the way his hand stills to put his focus on saying “hello?” as if he doesn’t know it’s you and your husband. As if the people calling him aren’t watching him fuck himself. 

Seungcheol starts immediately though, his words driving you insane enough to know Mingyu would have to react in a way that sends him over edge too.

“You wouldn’t believe how wet she is,” Your husband boasts without greeting him back, putting the phone on speaker and lying it next to the two of you. “I bet you would love to bury your tongue in her right now, wouldn’t you?”

Mingyu nearly stutters as he hears the words, staring at the way you hold Seungcheol’s cock right where you want it to grind against. It’s so much to be able to see and hear what’s happening, and it’s like something in his head clicks. He’s so fucking turned on that he feels like he’s going insane, so he puts his normal, level-minded self to rest. No room for embarrassment when his cock is already aching for the couple who seem to want him just as bad. 

“Fuck, yeah,” Mingyu sighs out, lying his own phone down against the window sill and fucking his hips forward into his hand. His briefs now stretched out to the point that they truly are more of an issue than anything else right now. “I would, god, how wet?”

You moan at how desperate his voice sounds, now pressing your clit directly against the head of Seungcheol’s cock and deliberately making yourself moan from pleasure. When he flashes his cock to you though, fuck. Just barely he lowers his briefs, palm teasing himself in such a harsh way. He looks so pretty over there, all alone, watching someone else get to play with you like some kind of pervert. 

“That’s it,” You say, knowing he can hear you. “Let me see you.” 

Mingyu does, shoving his briefs down entirely now, allowing you to imprint the image of how thick and heavy his length is in your brain permanently. 

“I can already imagine how good it would feel to have you stretching me out,” You half-groan, now inching your husband’s cock straight to your hole and preparing to fuck the daylights out of him. “I knew you’d have a cock just as pretty as you.”

Seungcheol chuckles from behind you, entirely aroused by the way you talk to another man, a more shy man. He can tell how desperate you are by now too, especially with the way you toy with his cock as if you picked it up from a store shelf and it’s not attached to him. He loves it. And when he sits up, wrapping his arms around you to also see Mingyu, he smiles. 

Fucking both of you are totally gone. Even from here he can tell Mingyu is losing his mind over you. Thankfully, you deserve nothing less and Seungcheol couldn’t be happier to play off of the way you both seem to want each other terribly. 

“See this?” He says, snaking his hand around you to move his cock and spreading your pussy lips.”Can you not see how wet she is?”

Both of you can hear Mingyu’s muffled groan before you see it, his head falling forward against the window as he stares down at his hand and the way he fucks it. You’re entirely satisfied, because you know what he’s thinking. You can see how badly he wants it, and your husband does nothing but remind him of it. 

“Do you want me to fuck him?” You finally ask, pushing your own agenda and raising up on your knees to situate yourself right above Seungcheol’s length, where he takes over and holds it in place for you. 

Mingyu’s eyes shoot back to the two of you and he nods before breathing out a small “Yeah…”

He doesn’t seem like much of a talker, but it could still be stage fright. Even if he isn’t the one on the damn stage. You can imagine he would get better at this if he accepts the invite of your open blinds on more than one occasion. 

Seungcheol chuckles again at him, the breathy tone of his voice is quite obvious to him. Mingyu is holding out, he doesn’t want to come too soon and end the fun.

“You heard him babe, ride me.” 

Instantly, you’re sinking down and feeling the harsh stretch of Seungcheol’s cock pulsing inside of you. Your drawn out moan rings in Mingyu’s mind as he watches the slow descent. Only now noting how big Seungcheol’s length is, and seeing how well you take it. He twitches in his palm, eyes nearly rolling back to escape the overwhelming arousal that floods his thoughts. 

Mingyu isn’t sure if either of you are aware, but he can hear how wet you are through the phone. When you slide down and start bouncing your ass, all while staring forward at him, he can hear it pour out of you. The slapping of your ass landing against Seungcheol is a beautiful sound, and he does his best not to moan through it and muffle those sounds out. 

He stares straight back at you, thinking hard enough at how he fucks the circle his fingers create. He’s losing his breath when he fucks his fist in time with the way you bounce, tuning into your face and imagining that he’s the one you’re riding. No offense to Seungcheol, it’s nearly like he doesn’t exist right now considering he’s almost entirely hidden by you. 

That doesn’t last too long though, because Seungcheol makes himself well known through his breathy words. Dirty talking in a way that somehow, Mingyu still finds himself shocked by it. The words turn him on, he can only imagine how you feel about. 

“Fuck, babe, you’re so tight. I bet you’d love to be spread out for both of us,” Seungcheol says at first, gripping your thighs and basking in the way you squeeze his length each time Mingyu does something to turn you on. “Don’t you think he would love to feel how you drip from this?”

Mingyu feels so shameless, and for some reason it feels okay. Your husband is dirty talking to you about him and it’s insanely sexy when he hears it. Already stuttering his hips in his palm, especially when he notes that Seungcheol moves his hands to your pussy and spreads it open again for him. Offering him the perfect view of his length sliding in and out of you. 

“Would love to see how this pussy gets filled up, you’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

Unsure of if Seungcheol is talking to you or to him at this point, Mingyu answers without thinking. 

“Fuck, fuck. Yeah–” Mingyu says with a cut-off groan, holding the base of his cock so tight he feels like he can’t breathe. He can’t release yet, he has to keep going. 

You moan loudly at his breathed out answer, nodding your head frantically at the confirmation, answering for yourself shortly after. 

“You’d make me come so fast, Gyu, I know you’d know how to fuck me,” You start, not realizing the shortened version of the name you’d called out.

And then he moans brokenly through the phone which instantly has you leaning yourself back, and lying against Seungcheol’s chest. He falls back with you, holding you and once again and moving his fingers to your clit, his cock still pounding in at the perfect pace. 

“Fuck, she’s there–” Seungcheol grits out, feeling your orgasm wash over you and grip his cock insanely tightly. “Goddamn, feels so good babe, that’s right.”

Mingyu, watching and listening, instantly releases the grip on the base of his cock, staring straight at the way Seungcheol stuffs his length inside of you. The nickname you called him echoes in his head, and then he stutters out a broken sob as he feels his own orgasm wash over him, and just like him, you’re also listening. 

He must hold his breath when he’s close, or maybe he’s just way more shy than he appears to be, considering what he’s doing right now, but you don’t mind as you ride your own high. Ears popping shortly after when Seungcheol continues to chase his own pleasure within your dripping heat. 

Strangely enough, even Seungcheol is shocked at how fast he comes from this. Releasing a mere two seconds after you relaxed around him. You can feel him pulse inside of you as you lie against him, pussy still on full display, cum dripping out of you in a beautiful scene for Mingyu’s eyes to devour.

And devour, they do. Mingyu just stares, head spinning as he ignores the spurts of cum hitting his window and dripping down onto his carpet. His hand is also drenched in his own heat and he makes no attempt to move afterwards. Arguably, he’s still aroused by the image of the way your husband fills you up with his own seed, and the way you’re so full of his cock that it dribbles out and onto your thighs. 

God, he wants to lick you so bad. Even now, fully spent and his sober-mind coming back to him, he wants to taste you. 

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, breaking the silence with an out of breath voice. “You still watching?”

There’s another moment of paused silence.

“Yes– I am.” 

Seungcheol smiles, nuzzling his face against you and your neck as you continue to lean against him out of breath. Slowly, he pulls out of you, once again spreading you open for Mingyu to see, allowing the rest of his cum to drip out of you. 

“Take a good look, because this pussy went fucking insane over you.” 

Mingyu does look. He has been looking. Honestly, it’s almost embarrassing at the way his cock twitches with interest again, so fucking fast after having already been emptied. 

“I’ll be coming over tomorrow to discuss this.” Seungcheol adds nonchalantly, easily going from filth-talk to casual-talk. “Get some rest.” 

“Goodnight, Pretty boy,” You call out with a dazed smile, finally moving yourself off of Seungcheol and adjusting your robe back onto your shoulders. 

And right before Seungcheol hangs up the phone, both of you smile at each other at the way Mingyu lets out, in the tiniest voice for such a big man, a gentle little “Goodnight.” 

~

By morning, Mingyu nearly forgot Seungcheol said he was coming over. It wasn’t until the afternoon when he managed to get the image of you getting off out of his mind that he remembered there’s supposed to be a discussion about it. 

Embarrassment hits him harder than it ever has, thinking about what he was doing for both of you to see. It wasn’t just a show for him, he put one on for the two of you as well. 

When he makes his way back into his bedroom, he tries to ignore the fact that your blinds are still open, and there’s no one in the room. He pauses briefly, once again trapped in the on-going loop of what he saw happening on that very bed just the night before. 

It feels like he’s doomed when Seungcheol comes over. He could just not answer the door but it doesn’t change the fact that he lives right next door and he already came all over his window before your very eyes. Before Seungcheol’s very eyes. He’s already crossed the boundary into someone else’s marriage and despite loving the idea of it, it’s scary. It’s not something he’s ever considered doing before meeting the two of you, and now, he’s kind of just confused as to how all of this works. 

Like, it almost seems too sweet of a deal. You’re a beautiful couple, who is he to be able to watch what you do with your husband? What’s the catch? 

Well, he comes to find out that there isn’t much of a catch at all. Seungcheol shows up with a warm smile and a gift of wine. It felt welcoming but, insanely awkward with the way it’s the first time Mingyu has ever been offered a hug by him.

They hug. Seungcheol fucking hugs him to say hello with that expensive ass bottle of wine as if to say “nice cock, my wife loved it.” 

Seungcheol does pick up on the awkwardness though, stepping through Mingyu’s door and inviting himself in. After all, it’s only appropriate at this point. He keeps his smile though, loving the way you woke up in a good mood all thanks to Mingyu letting his curiosity get the best of him. 

“Don’t be like that,” Seungcheol says, glancing around the house and nodding in approval that it doesn’t appear to be entirely barren. He kind of expected the house to not feel like a home, because that’s usually what single men do. “You can back out anytime you want.”

Mingyu, somehow, feels eased by those words. His heart thumps against his chest at the thought of never doing it again though. Which is kind of weird to him. 

“Sorry, I just don’t really know how to act around you after that.”

Seungcheol offers him a warm smile again, seeing himself to the kitchen and opening the drawers. 

“We can talk about that,” He waves him off, still rummaging through a kitchen that isn’t his own. “You got a corkscrew?” 

Mingyu nods, trying to make his huge frame seem as small as possible by tip-toeing past his neighbor with the huge cock and opening one of the only drawers he didn’t get to. He pulls out the corkscrew and hands it to him, making no attempt to look into his eyes even for a second. 

“Oh my god, loosen up.” Seungcheol rolls his eyes, shoving Mingyu by the shoulder playfully and heading back to the bottle of wine.

Mingyu feels slightly comforted by the fact that maybe he can loosen up with a bit of wine in his system, but getting to that point feels like it’s going to be hell. He’s never felt so embarrassed. 

“Sorry,” He responds in a small voice, grabbing two random cups and following Seungcheol. “I don’t know what I’m supposed to expect out of this whole thing, like,” 

Seungcheol cuts him off with a wave of his hand.

“That’s why I’m here to talk to you about it. Clearly this isn’t something you’ve done before, it’s not like we didn’t want you to get off or anything. You’ll come to learn that we enjoy this kind of thing.”

He pauses as he opens the bottle, shifting it to the side now to grab two cups and look at Mingyu. 

“If you end up not enjoying it, there’s always someone else we can find to take up the offer.”

Mingyu very nearly panics, hoping it doesn’t show plainly on his face as he takes over pouring the wine. Seungcheol picks up on people so easily, watching Mingyu shake his head slightly at the words and pour a suspiciously nervous amount of wine into both cups. 

“That’s the thing though,” Mingyu says, popping the cork back into the bottle and already taking a swig of his wine. “I did enjoy it.”

Seungcheol raises his brow, nodding his head in encouragement and grabbing his own cup before following Mingyu to his living room.

“Good, I’m glad you had fun. Let’s talk about it then.”

Mingyu knows it’s inevitable, and hopefully within the next hour, he won’t feel so cautious in talking about it.

~

“You know, usually I wouldn’t let her come so fast,” Seungcheol shrugs, standing to grab the bottle of wine and bring it into the living room. “I tend to try and get a few out of her but she just wasn’t going to let me. Did you see the way she grabbed it and sat on me? I couldn’t have stopped her even if I wanted to.” 

The way Seungcheol talks loudly and comfortably about it is kind of soothing. Given, this is probably why they’re opting to hang out inside of the house rather than outside. This is a private matter, an intimate one, even. 

“She slept like a rock afterwards, and is now insisting we keep the blinds open at all times to view at your discretion.” 

Mingyu stutters a bit, scooting his cup towards Seungcheol and hoping he pours another generous amount into his cup. Already, since he doesn’t drink too often these days, he can feel the buzz and comfort settles within him as Seungcheol seemingly dotes on him. 

“What I’m trying to say is, our blinds are permanently open unless you’d rather not do this. Alternatively, the door is open too, but,” Seungcheol pauses so he can sip his drink. “You’re going to need to get tested first if you want that thing anywhere near my wife.”

Mingyu shifts slightly, squeezing his legs together uncomfortably as his wine bubbles in his belly. 

“I’ve already been tested. My ex cheated on me with god knows how many people, you think that wasn’t the first thing I did?”

“Smart man,” Seungcheol claps him on the shoulder, now leaning in a bit too close for comfort if Mingyu were still in his embarrassed mind-state. “We get that you’re shy about all of this, but I’ve gotta tell you, her pussy really did grip every single time you moaned.”

Mingyu’s eyes start to shine at the compliment, for some reason feeling like he’s on top of the world hearing that. 

“Felt like I was being strangled, honestly.” Seungcheol laughs before going quiet. “So, what do you think?”

Mingyu pauses, staring at his cup and then at his neighbor. 

“I, um–” He sighs out of frustration, wondering why he can’t articulate a damn sentence with confidence. “I liked watching, I guess. Not sure if I’m ready to just…”

“Come fuck my wife?” Seungcheol says playfully before immediately gripping Mingyu’s shoulder and laughing fondly at him. “Take your time. Like I said, the blinds are open and we have a pretty active sex life. I can imagine you’re going to wonder how I’m not milked dry yet.”

He already wonders that.

“But I do want to say, if you decide to actually come over and show her a good time, there are rules to that.” 

Mingyu quirks a brow, unsure of if his mind is running in a way that will let him take down mental notes. 

“First of all, she’s protected so as long as you can provide proof of your test you can come in her all you want, she likes that but, you’re not touching her ass.”

Mingyu nods, shrugging nonchalantly and surprised he even responded that way. 

“She likes it rough but she doesn’t know you enough yet. Don’t slap my wife, don’t grab her neck with the intention of choking her, and don’t call her any type of degrading name. Not yet, at least.”

Wow, his brain is actually taking down the mental notes perfectly. Even with these rules, he’s not entirely into hitting the person he wants to be inside of, not unless they ask anyway. 

“That’s it. Those are the rules.” Seungcheol says with a shrug, taking another drink and tapping his foot on the floor. “What about you? For possible future endeavors, what’re your terms?”

There’s a long pause. Mingyu is totally unprepared to make rules for a situation he’s never even been involved with before, but he does his best. 

“Well,” He breathes out, blowing a strand of his fringe up from his forehead in a huff. “I don’t know. Don’t put anything in my ass?”

“That’s no fun,” Seungcheol deadpans, then nods. “But fair, okay. What else?” 

Mingyu continues to let his eyes wander around his living room as he thinks of things he doesn’t like sexually. 

“I really don't know. I’ve mostly just had vanilla sex. I can tell you what I do like?” He admits, knowing that all of this is just in case.

“Alright, go on then.” Seungcheol nods, now topping off their drinks. 

It’s actually hilarious to him, hearing Mingyu list off the most mundane sex acts. He does his best not to chuckle at the mention of “blow jobs, I like those.” Instead, he offers something along with that, interrupting him.

“Ever been deep throated?” Seungcheol asks, watching Mingyu breathe in because it’s like he lost all of his breath trying to list off things he likes. “Like, you know, ever face-fucked?”

Mingyu nods, then shakes his head, then nods. 

“Define both of those. I mean, my ex never really let me hold her head in place, but I tried once. And don’t even get me started on the way she would refuse to continue if she gagged even once.”

Seungcheol shakes his head in pity.

“Man, you’re gonna love my wife.” 

~

Well, to put it lightly, Mingyu might, definitely, insanely, obsessively be in love with you. Not in like the “leave your husband” way but more in like the “i want you so bad and know that i’m allowed to have you if i’d just stop being a little bitch about it” way. 

It’s been another entire week since Seungcheol came over to discuss things with him and even more so now, is Mingyu’s mind in the gutters. He’s thankful he’s good at his job, almost able to do everything needed without much thought behind it because if that weren’t the case, he would probably be fired by now. 

Fired for being too horny at work isn’t something he ever considered would happen to himself, and though it hasn’t and probably won’t, he isn’t too shocked at this point to be learning more and more about these hidden little interests that only came to light when he met you and your husband. 

Those blinds do stay open, and that little bedside lamp in your bedroom has become one of his favorite things. One, because it illuminates the way your body moves when Seungcheol inevitably fucks you, two, because it’s actually a pretty nice lamp and he kind of wants one for his own bedroom. 

And god, his window. His poor fucking window. Four out of the seven nights since Seungcheol came over has he been standing right there, blinds open, getting himself off. He knows he’s a pervert by this point. He embraces it now, knowing for a fact that you’re also embracing it, and even Seungcheol is too. 

The embarrassment that hits him after each time he releases hurts much less than the post-nut guilt of all that porn he was watching before all of this happened. He’s not sure why, but there’s something inside of him that tells him it’s because he’s wanted. He’s being fawned over by an entire married couple and it makes his confidence go through the fucking roof. 

That second time he stood at his window, he was still unsure of it. But now, three more sessions later, he finds himself considering the offer of being in the room. Each time he thinks he should do it. You know, like release his cock mid-jerk off session just to run next door and barge into the room to bury himself inside of you, all while Seungcheol allows it to happen and praises him for manning up to do it. 

He hasn’t yet though, because most of the time he struggles to pull his eyes away from how fucking good the two of you look together. And you know, to him, when he thinks about actually being in that room with the two of you, there’s still some shame left in him about it. 

Something about the idea of joining a married couple despite how much he loves watching them, the idea of them asking him multiple times to work his body on you, the idea of them leaving their blinds open just so he can get off at his own volition. 

It’s such an insane fantasy come to life and the shame he feels about actually following through stays despite it wavering with each time he watches and listens in by calling you himself to hear you moan. 

Again, by now, an entire week later and several sessions of pure voyeurism, he questions that shame and wonders how much it’ll take to ignore it. Next time for sure he’s going to go over there. Next time, he’s going to put that shame to rest like he did the first time with simply watching. 

That next time doesn’t happen though, because you’re not wandering around your room naked for Mingyu to see when his alarm goes off. Because yeah, it’s kind of a ritual now to look out the window and nod a little “good morning” to you and your tits.

When he looks outside near the afternoon, both cars in your driveway are gone and it hits him over how fixated he is on the two of you. It feels almost empty seeing the two of you gone on a weekend, when Seungcheol is usually texting him to see if he wants to hang out. 

By this point for him, yes, come over please. 

Then, relief washes over him when he hears Seungcheol’s car pull into the driveway. The amount of pining within Mingyu at this moment is driving him insane. It’s only four in the afternoon by this point and his mind is reeling. Going miles a minute and honestly, he needs this overwhelming feeling to be eradicated. 

He needs to do it. 

~

Seungcheol is shocked as he sits eating his dinner to the sound of a knock at his door. He’s swift when he stands to his feet and answers it. 

“Oh, was gonna text you to hang out after dinner–” He pauses, realizing this is the first time Mingyu has ever been on his doorstep save for when he greeted them with a meal after he moved in. He eyes him up and down momentarily before smirking. “Well, well, well.” 

Mingyu doesn’t quite make eye contact as he stands there and shoves the proof of his tests into Seungcheol’s chest, already regretting the decision to come over without so much as texting. 

“Showing up looking like this, already hard too?” Seungcheol says snidely, glancing at the results and leaning himself against his door frame. His eyes stare directly at Mingyu’s obvious raging hard-on beneath his pants, then he glances up at his face. 

Mingyu appears to be both ashamed and proud, presenting himself like a damn virgin. 

“Relax, it’s cool. You can come in,” Seungcheol finally says, trying to ease the tension that seems to be festering within his friend. “I’ll call and see if she’s coming home tonight.”

Mingyu is fucking mortified. Of course he’s bad at timing. Of fucking course he shows up ready to fuck and you’re not even here. Now he’s just left standing just inside of the front door with a desperate and pathetic cock that, for some reason, still isn’t even going down. 

“She’s. not. here.” Mingyu says to himself loud enough for Seungcheol to throw a laugh at him, putting the phone up to his ear after pressing the call button.

“She went to see her parents. I bet the second I tell her you’re standing there like that, hot ‘n hard, she’ll be running red lights.” 

Mingyu is flushed. Entirely aroused by this whole situation despite the embarrassment. The last thing he needs to admit to right now though, is getting off on the shameful way he’s acting. He knows he looks desperate, and that…for some reason, makes him feel proud. 

He’s so in his head that he doesn’t even hear Seungcheol talk to you. Completely misses the way he says into the phone “hey babe, guess who is standing in our living room right now? he looks like he might cry.”

Totally misses the brief pause and then Seungcheol’s response of, “yeah, you might wanna rush.”

Luckily for him though, he’s so in his head that time flies as he tries to will his length to go down just a little bit. It’s frustrating, really, to only learn certain things as they happen to him, but like, damn. He really feels like he’s about to burst already, just standing here with a woman’s husband who is knowingly about to let him fuck her. 

“You’re not usually this quiet.” Seungcheol finally says to Mingyu, who is still just standing there in the living room. “Are you nervous?”

Mingyu instantly nods, throwing his hands in front of his hard-on and looking to Seungcheol. 

“This is the worst, actually,” Mingyu starts, shifting from one leg to the other and glancing away. “Fuck you guys for being so enticing.”

Seungcheol shrugs proudly, offering a smile and then nodding his head as if to invite Mingyu to sit on the couch. 

“She’ll be here soon, I’m just going to clean up. Don’t think too hard and take off running, she’s excited.”

Mingyu nods reluctantly, taking a seat on the couch and staring up at the ceiling in defeat. Jumping out a window sounds pretty nice but by this point he assumes every window he will ever touch probably has his cum on it by now. You know, association and stuff. 

Then, he hears a car pull up and he’s practically throwing himself to his feet. His balance turning him into a clumsy mess, totally forgetting how to navigate his large body and entirely losing the ability to know how to navigate this entire situation. 

The good news for him though, is that you practically jump out of your car and sprint for the door. Not even greeting Seungcheol when you rush inside and slip off your shoes. 

All Mingyu knows is that, one second he stands to his feet and gets a head rush, then he hears a door slam, Seungcheol letting out a breathy laugh, and then you slamming into him and practically knocking him back down onto the couch.

“All this time you made me watch? And now you show up when I’m at dinner with my parents.”  You playfully scold him, immediately straddling him and grabbing his face with both hands so that he can look at you. “You’re going to have to tie me up if you don’t want me to be all over you right now.”

Mingyu looks at Seungcheol with a stunned expression, receiving a simple shrug in response. 

“You want her to touch you?” He asks, heading for the bedroom and raising his voice to continue. “If not, I do have rope.”

Mingyu looks at you, still totally stunned by how fucking fast you got on top of him. He’s rendered more speechless than you’ve ever made him, and his cock twitches painfully from the sensitivity of you sitting on top of him. 

He nods politely, dipping his head and looking down. 

“You can touch me.” He whispers, only to be cut off by Seungcheol shouting from the bedroom.

“You guys gonna come into the bedroom, or?” He yells, peeking around the corner and shooting a look at you specifically, as if to remind you to pace yourself considering that Mingyu is entirely new to this and still seems like a deer in the headlights. 

You nod to Seungcheol and then lift Mingyu’s face back up to you again. 

“I can tell your heart is racing,” You say to him in a fond tone, tilting your head playfully. “It’s okay, come on.” You add, pulling yourself off of him and grabbing his hand.

He stares at the way you intertwine your fingers. Feeling like if he thinks hard enough, you’re not married and you’re more into him than just sex. Then again, he doesn’t want to think about that at all. The whole reason he’s so turned on is because this is considered strange to most people he knows. He doesn’t even want to be in love, he doesn’t want to be in a relationship with any single person right now. What he wants is this. What he wants is to watch you through his window, and lust over you, and then get to have you. Time and time again. What he wants is for Seungcheol to always share you with him, because he can barely cross his own boundaries, better yet crossing someone else's. 

At least with him, you’d be safe. Seungcheol wouldn’t have to worry about broken rules or him coming into your home to take full control. This isn’t his relationship, it’s yours, and if the two of you want him involved even with just sex, he’s leaping for the opportunity at this point. 

There, he’s led into the bedroom where Seungcheol looks at him with a fond expression. Mingyu stares for a moment, then looks around the room. It feels like he’s been pining to be in this very room for ages, and knowing he’s standing here right now feels even more overwhelming. 

He glances at the window, looking through it into his own open blinds and the embarrassment hits him twice as hard, which obviously has his cock aching in arousal. He isn’t even ashamed of the little, breathy whimper of defeat he lets out at this moment, rolling his eyes back and furrowing his brows. 

You let go of Mingyu and take your place beside Seungcheol, both of you checking Mingyu out from head to toe before looking at each other and smiling. 

“I don’t even know where to start,” Seungcheol admits, feeling defeated that for the first time in his sex life with you, he doesn’t know how to get the ball rolling. “Why does this feel so intimate compared to usual?”

You laugh, now staring down both of them, wanting nothing more than to fuck and be fucked. The air in this room feels electrifying, and already you have goosebumps rising against your skin. It feels like heaven. 

“Probably because he’s so close to home,” You chuckle, feeling totally in control with two lost men staring at you as if they want to eat you alive. “Isn’t that right, Mingyu?” You say, taking a step towards him and already lifting your shirt off of you.

Just as quickly as Seungcheol loses his ability to be the one in control, he gains it back after seeing how confident you are. He knows for a fact how badly you want to be on Mingyu right now, and he has no qualms with that, but part of the fun is being able to present you until the third in the room is practically drooling. 

“Not too quickly,” Seungcheol warns, pulling you back by the arm and wrapping his arms around you, dipping his head down to kiss your neck and look Mingyu directly in the eye. “Watch him for a bit first.”

Mingyu feels so fucking seen right now, his cock still wildly twitching at each word and glance. He very nearly falls to his knees right then, because in all fairness he’s been rock hard all fucking day and intentionally held off so that he would be so out of his mind, that surely he’d fuck you as good as you need him to. 

“Cheol, I’ve been watching him.” You say, leaning against his warmth and devouring Mingyu with your eyes, “C’mere, Gyu.” You add, giving both men shortened versions of their names to show your adoration for them at this moment. 

Mingyu manages to take a step forward without his knees buckling from under him, his eyes scanning your bare torso and the way your chest is hidden by your bra. He can’t not stare, after all, he’s grown accustomed to it by now. He knows what's under that bra and what’s under those pants, but it still doesn’t change the fact that he’s never seen your body this close. He’s never touched you before. 

“Well?” Seungcheol looks at him as he makes his way across the room a bit too slowly for his liking. “We have all day, technically.”

Mingyu switches his eyes over to Seungcheol, who seems amused by how enamored he is right now with you. His mind is fairly blank right now, outside of thinking about everything he wants to do, everything he wishes he could say, but still, all he can manage to do is stand in front of you, still not reaching out. He looks at the way Seungcheol has you locked in his arms, holding you still against his chest as if to tame a beast from him. 

“You’re so pretty, Mingyu, really.” You say, blinking up at him and tapping Seungcheol to loosen his grip on you. “You can touch me too, you know.”

He’s still reluctant, looking to Seungcheol once again for confirmation and receiving a nod. His hands reach out, touching nothing more than your bare shoulder before sliding down your waist and stepping even closer. 

You can feel the warmth radiating off of them as they sandwich you there between them. Seungcheol and his confident breaths behind you easily contrast to Mingyu’s deeper, nervous breathing. You kind of get now why your husband told you to just watch for a little bit longer. Mingyu is so readable, with the way his eyes can’t find where to land, the way his hands know where they want to go but he clearly holds back from doing too much too soon out of fear that this entire agreement will shatter before his very eyes. 

You hum out happily, leaning your head back against Seungcheol and pressing your hips forward, against Mingyu. Feeling entirely loved, wanted, needed. 

“I missed this feeling,” You sigh out with a pleasured smile, throwing an arm out and over Mingyu’s shoulder, pulling him even closer. “I bet you’ll miss it too. I bet you’ll keep coming back for it.”

Seungcheol hums as well, nodding his head in agreement before blinking over at Mingyu and lifting a brow. He wonders how long they’re going to stand here staring at each other so, rolling his eyes dismissively, he presses on.

“I want to watch you eat her out.” He says, feeling that it’s not too out of the ordinary to make suggestions since Mingyu appears to be totally blinded by your tits right now anyway.

Mingyu nods with empty eyes, shortly before you see him physically break out of his presumed trance and take a step back, very nearly tripping over his own feet.

“Wait, really?” He asks, somehow still unsure that this is a thing that’s actually happening as he regains balance.

“Oh, absolutely.” Seungcheol encourages him, using the emptied up space in front of you to maneuver you over to the bed. 

Mingyu watches as your husband sits you down on the bed, grabs two pillows and places them behind you, then shimmies your pants off of you in a very loving way. He doesn’t know whether to be jealous of Seungcheol for being able to love someone enough to pleasure them using others or to be jealous of you for being loved so blatantly. 

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, tapping your legs to spread them out and taking a step back to make room. “Go on.”

Mingyu’s legs take him there before his brain can think twice. One second he’s looking at you from the angle of the center of the room, the next he’s falling to his knees, staring straight between your legs at the point of his lust for the last however long. Slender fingers gripping your thighs much the same way Seungcheol did the first night he saw the two of you together like this. 

It continues to hit him like a freight train. He’s here. He’s doing this. Not even a year ago he was sleeping in a different place, with a fiancée, making calls to find venues for a fucking wedding, and now he’s here. Between the legs of another man’s wife at his request. 

Why is he so pleased with the drastic change of events? Why is his mouth watering looking at the small damp spot seeping through your panties? Why does he feel like he isn’t even himself at this moment? 

None of it matters, not when you reach out and run your fingers through his hair to urge him forward. He leans into the touch, closing his eyes and breathing out through his nose because it’s been a long time since he felt the loving touch of another person in his hair like this. 

It’s been a long time since he’s felt the warmth of a woman in front of him, and even longer since he last felt this drunk on the atmosphere around him. Your soft fingers scratch against his scalp, and that alone makes his entire body shiver as he nuzzles against your thigh lovingly, leaving his kiss against your skin for the first time. 

Seungcheol watches, not entirely used to a man acting like this with his wife. Usually, they’re already trying to get their cock inside of her, but Mingyu seems to be basking in the touch and feel of it all through each step and in a way, he understands. He was with someone for six years and planned to spend his life with her, he can imagine this is something Mingyu missed doing, despite the bitch not even wanting to gag on him. 

He feels fond watching the two of you, situating himself on the bed and letting you lean up against him. There, he starts to work your bra off of you, matching Mingyu’s slowly paced arousal. 

You, on the other hand, feel like your body is catching fire. That little gentle kiss against your thigh was followed by several more, peppered up to your panty line, down to your knees, and then right back up before he even thinks about leaving a kiss against the seat of your panties. 

Which, he does eventually get to doing. Seungcheol watches your body jolt at the touch. He can tell you’ve been anticipating it since Mingyu got on his knees but knows you’re both pacing yourselves for the sake of him being able to enjoy himself. 

Seungcheol’s hands do remain on your tits through it, massaging and pinching against your nipples until they’re erect and sending jolts of sensations straight to your core. Thankfully, Mingyu appears to be preparing himself to see your arousal up close and personal by this point, keeping his lips right up against it as his fingers toy with the hem of your panties. 

He looks up at you, still searching for confirmation on instinct and can’t help but feel that the green light was given the second he moved into the house next door with the way you both look at him. 

You’re not the only one being loved on right now. He feels entirely taken care of simply for being able to go down on you, and he wants nothing more in this world than to make you feel good. 

So, he does his best. Reaching his arms forward and gripping the sides of your panties before gently pulling them down. He watches as your, by now very wet, panties unstick from your folds as he reveals it to himself and honestly, he doesn’t even care at this point at how he blatantly moans over it. 

And just as you thought he was going to take his time like before, it’s like your entire world is flipped upside down. You take in a sharp and surprised inhale at the way he’s got his tongue on you the second your panties hit the floor. 

Seungcheol laughs at your surprise, internally praising Mingyu for that sudden jolt of confidence he must have gotten to do that after unintentionally teasing you for far too long. He can feel your nipples react to what he’s doing, and through the sound of Mingyu’s tongue, his groans through the taste of you, even he feels like he’s going insane just sitting with you against him like this. 

“Fuck,” You moan out, feeling the way his tongue leaves no part of your pussy unexplored. “Fuck.” You continue, totally speechless and unable to praise him the way you’d very much like to right now. 

  When you run your fingers through his hair again, feeling the way he moves his head beneath them he stiffens his tongue as he slides it up your entire pussy, then lands on your clit and begins to flick his tongue at such a pace that your legs nearly close in on him.

Seungcheol is there though, quickly reaching down to hold your legs open for him. 

“Sensitive?” He gleefully whispers to you, watching the way you grip Mingyu’s hair in your fingers through the obvious struggle. He knows you won’t answer, which is fine, because he loves when you get like this. Though it’s never through a man simply giving you some good head. 

Mingyu continues his assault with his tongue, so drunk on the taste of you that all he can do is keep going. Keep tasting, flicking your clit until it’s swollen before sliding back down again and burying his tongue inside of you as deep as it’ll go. Like he can’t get enough, especially with the way your hips wiggle to get away, with the way your fingers try to weakly tug his head away from you.

He hopes this is exactly what Seungcheol wanted to see, because he couldn’t be happier to fulfill the request. Moaning into you only to breathe nothing but you back in. His cock still neglected from a full day of arousal, tasting you alone is soaking his pants. Never has he felt so desperate for something. Never.

Even when he can feel the bed shift and your legs close around his head again, he continues. 

“Hold her legs open for me,” Seungcheol instructs as he pulls himself off of the bed, now seemingly so aroused that he feels the need to involve himself. He shimmies off his clothing and props himself back up on the bed, directly next to you and easily holding his length to bump against your slacked and moaning mouth. 

You readily accept your husband’s length into your mouth. Instantly taking him as deeply as you can out of sheer arousal. Wanting to do the dirtiest things your brain can come up with solely because of how good everything feels right now. Seungcheol loves it, especially with how greedy you seem as you furrow your brows and will yourself to take more into your mouth. 

“Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, reaching over to tap his hand that’s putting his obvious strength to use against your thighs to get his attention. “Look.”

Mingyu does, after sliding his tongue back up and flicking your clit several more times to get those satisfying shakes of your body in reaction. His eyes trail up as he finally takes a breath of fresh air, only now realizing that you’re both entirely naked. 

“If you keep coming back,” Seungcheol starts, moving his hand to caress your cheek before holding the back of your head in place. “this” he punctuated with a hard thrust into your mouth, gagging you. “is what you have to look forward to.”

Mingyu watches as Seungcheol holds your head there, continuously gagging, and then he glances down to your pussy and goddamn. You’re clenching around nothing each time you gag, and the moans you’re letting out along with your gags sends him over edge. His tongue is immediately back on you, satiating that clench with his tongue as best he can. 

The sound of Seungcheol’s ever expected fond reactions goes unnoticed by Mingyu as he puts his entire fucking soul into eating you out. 

Thankfully, you’re able to breathe shortly after, kind of. Save for the fact that when Mingyu’s isn’t knocking the breath out of you, Seungcheol is stealing it by blocking your airways with his length and moaning all the same.

The entire room sounds so erotic, and everything still feels like it’s on fire. Your sensitivity subsides as your focus falls to pleasing your husband, leading your hips to chase Mingyu’s hungry tongue anywhere it goes. 

It stays like this for a few minutes, all three of you seemingly lost in each other before you feel your husband lean over, allowing you to take care of his length without his help and sliding them straight to where Mingyu’s tongue is.

There, he easily slides in two fingers, and still, Mingyu doesn’t stop. It doesn’t phase him one bit. His tongue continues, working around Seungcheol’s fingers and sometimes even licking around them to taste the arousal that seeps from deep inside of you. By now though, he’s humping up, wanting more, more, more. Your hips chase his tongue and your husband’s fingers the same way his hips chase nothing.

Seungcheol only likes him more by this point. Even the times they have been with curious men, typically they’re not licking your pussy and his fingers. Mingyu is so peculiar about this, and arguably his lack of experience is what’s making this feel so fucking magical. His attention doesn’t appear to be divided between the both of you, nor does it even appear to be solely on you like he thinks it is. 

He’s treating you both as if you’re one person, one soul, and appears to accept anything either of you offer as long as you feel good and Seungcheol is satisfied with how things are going. 

Never has their bedroom been this silent of words either, especially when someone else is involved. There’s always crude words, but at this point all three of you seem to understand that you’re experiencing rather than trying to put on a show. You’re not competing, you’re not rushing for the finish line, you’re just, fucking, existing within pleasure.

“He’s a natural.” Seungcheol compliments, sliding his fingers up and out of you, feeling Mingyu’s tongue graze against the entire length of one of them and moaning loudly at the warmth and taste. “Wonder what else he can do?” 

You smile when you pull off of Seungcheol’s, now leaking, cock and look down at Mingyu. He’s already looking up at you, lips glistening much like his eyes are as he plants more kisses up your body. Solely because Seungcheol practically hides your entire pussy from him as a hint to move his hungry assault elsewhere. 

He does, happily. He’s satisfied even as he kisses up your belly and feels like he doesn’t need to ask to plant those same glistening lips against one of your nipples and fondle it with his tongue just as beautifully as he did with your clit.

He leaves space for Seungcheol’s hand when he moves up, trying to be careful to avoid his hard on brushing against anywhere where it’s not wanted, which doesn’t seem to be much of an issue because Seungcheol pulls his hand back shortly anyway, pulling off of the bed and studying the two of you. 

You hug Mingyu’s head while he worships the chest he’s stared at from his window day after day. Seungcheol can clearly see how shy Mingyu is, but he still seems to be doing everything in a way that makes you both love it. At this point, it wouldn’t even matter what he does, he knows you’d go insane over it, and that’s enough for him to allow it. 

He can’t help himself when he leans over you to kiss you, seemingly so in love with you, careful not to accidentally bump Mingyu’s head from your tit and probably cause some sort of huff or pout out of him. 

“Lay him back.” Seungcheol says to you through his kiss, pinching your chin to keep your lips on his for a few moments longer before letting you go. 

The way your eyes shine, and the way Mingyu’s tongue seems to never tire, you’re almost sad to pull him off of you. But you do, nonetheless, guiding him to stand to his feet and finally running your hands up his torso to urge his shirt off of him. 

You stare at his abdomen, touching and feeling each dip of it. His arms are just as big and toned, and god damn is his cock huge. You could tell from the window, and you can tell here, even while it’s clothed. 

“Off.” You say, tugging him forward by his jeans and sitting yourself up.

He laughs at the movement, looking between the two of you and honestly, damn. You’re both so fucking beautiful right now. He’d be delighted to take these pants off, and he does.

Shortly after, you instruct him to lay back on the bed and he’s only getting more and more comfortable with the situation. Doing exactly as instructed, not even embarrassed by his angry and heavy cock twitching in near pain to be touched. 

“God, look at him.” You comment, now moving yourself on the bed to lean on one elbow and trail your fingers up his abs. 

His entire body twitches at the touch, and he winces just a little bit with a sexually frustrated huff. 

“Should I fuck him?” You ask, looking up at Seungcheol, who was actively already fisting his length shamelessly at all of the ideas he has in his head that you could to do Mingyu, or of what Mingyu could do to you. 

“Do you want that?” Seungcheol asks, looking over to Mingyu and watching the way he straight up nods shamelessly and practically grabs you by the arm to pull you on top of him.

“So eager,” You laugh, throwing your leg over him and instantly seating yourself directly on his cock. Feeling how huge it is, how hard it is. 

Mingyu moans at that alone, hands shooting to your waist and squeezing so hard that you know it’ll leave a painful sensation later. 

“Go on then, fuck him.” Seungcheol says, amused with how badly this man wants it. 

And you do, without much more of a warning. You lift yourself and expertly slide straight down on his pathetic cock. You watch Mingyu as you do it, struggling to breathe through the feeling of your tight walls clenching around his length and attempting to adjust to his size.

Mingyu runs his own fingers through his hair now, trying to keep himself grounded by the feeling he’s missed out on for so fucking long. He lets out a long and drawn out moan, cursing at the feeling and nearly tearing up at how fucking tight you are. 

“Shit-” Mingyu breathes out, holding your waist still as if to keep you from moving, then he’s wrapping you in a hug and pulling you straight down against his chest. 

Seungcheol skews his head, taking a step closer to see how well his friend fits inside of you and damn. Your pussy is clenching every passing second trying to adjust, and Mingyu's entire body is reacting to it. Naturally, Seungcheol has no choice but to grip his cock harder at the scene, biting back his own desperate moan so that he can still appear to be collected about this. 

As you lay in Mingyu’s arms though, with the harsh hold of his arms keeping you in place, you can’t help but groan at the searing stretch inside of you. And he, on the other hand, is being driven crazy by the smell of your hair. Honestly, the scent alone is driving him wild enough that it’s a struggle to keep his own hips from writhing with the need to stretch your pussy out more.

“Keep him still while you make room for me.” Seungcheol finally chokes out. “Don’t let him come yet.”

You breathlessly nod, trying to press yourself up from Mingyu’s heaving chest just to grip onto his shoulders and bounce against his desperate attempts to stop you. He gives in after the second bounce though, going from trying to hold you down on him to loosening up and almost helping you bounce.

“That’s it, that’s exactly what she wants–” Seungcheol compliments, running his fingers up your back and making you shiver. “Right, babe?” 

You try to answer, but you moan out instead with the way Mingyu’s hands keep you bouncing at such a pace that your g-spot is being repeatedly fucked against. And when he moves his hands to your ass, he loses himself to the pleasure as his eyes darken even more, fucking up now, deeper into you when you slide down on him. 

“So deep,” You nearly sob out, hands reaching out for Seungcheol somewhere behind you, and he’s quick to be there for you. 

“Feels good?” He asks, leaning onto the bed to kiss against your face. “You moan so good for him, I know it does.”

Mingyu moans before you can, sinking his head further into the pillows and letting himself get lost in the feeling of you bouncing on him. Seungcheol was right about this before, you do get wet. Fucking soaked. 

“Ready for more?” Seungcheol asks now, seemingly ready to give you more than either of you know you can handle.

Still, you nod, knowing exactly what he’s wanting to do. You adjust the way you bounce, now leaning back onto Mingyu’s chest so that Mingyu’s cock slamming into you is on full display for Seungcheol. 

“Slow down for a second, Gyu,” Seungcheol says, liking the nickname well enough to use it himself. “Let me show you what sharing feels like.”

And holy fuck, Mingyu is not prepared for it. He’s shocked that you’re wanting it, with the way you pant out breathless, pained moans against his collar bone as Seungcheol makes attempts to stretch you out more than you already are. 

Mingyu holds onto those little pants, feeling your hands grip against his body as your husband nudges the head of his cock inside, causing both of you to cry out with a desperate sound. 

Inch by inch, Seungcheol works himself in, holding his breath and soothing your back throughout the process, up until he’s managed to fit about as much as he can into you and thrusting forward just once to test the waters. 

“Goddamn, such a tight fit.” He half-moans through a laugh, pulling out and thrusting in again, harder. 

The reaction is more than Seungcheol could ever have wanted. Both of you, clinging to each other through the overwhelming sensation. Mingyu, probably overly sensitive from the feeling of your pussy gripping him and Seungcheol’s cock massaging the underside of it as he chases his own pleasure. Then there’s you, constantly clenching to adjust, letting out little pleased cries that only get prettier and prettier, especially when they’re mixed in with Mingyus. 

At this point, Seungcheol can barely tell which one of you is moaning, but it’s all the same to him and he begins to do the work for all three of you. Loving the way he’s managed to make his wife and another man fall apart beneath him. 

“God, you both love it.” He says, knowing for a fact that you’re both too gone by now to hear him. Which is good, because he can’t hold his own moans in anymore. 

So, he doesn’t. He grips your hips to hold you in place and continues to thrust, feeling your pussy relax with each thrust until even Mingyu is able to fuck up slightly. And for you, feeling both cocks sliding into you opposite of each other, you really can’t comprehend a single thing outside of pleasure right now. 

You can hardly breathe, so talking isn’t entirely on your agenda, still though. You try. 

“Fuck, fuck–” You breathe out, gripping even tighter onto Mingyu now.

“So fucking wet,” Seungcheol soothes, offering a harsher thrust now that he’s beginning to lose himself to the feeling too.

“So fucking, big–” You say, mostly into Mingyu’s ear despite your husband having a good size as well. “Fuck me open, pretty boy, show my husband how you like to come.”

Seungcheol smirks at your hushed and out-of-breath words, you always get dirty when you’re super turned on. Plus, the way Mingyu follows instructions is insanely sexy too.

In fact, he follows your instructions a little too well. Somehow, Mingyu overpowers both your weight on him and Seungcheol’s harsh thrusts. To the point that he actually has to stop moving his own hips because if he doesn’t, Mingyu will get all three of you off within seconds if he keeps going at this pace.

“Yeah, fuck, yeah,” Seungcheol moans in probably the most erotic voice you’ve ever heard come from him before. Because, never in your life alongside him have you heard him have to cut off his comments with a moan. “he likes it fucking rough.”

And he’s not lying. Part of you wonders if Mingyu has ever been able to fuck this way, because even as you and your husband manage to find room to converse through this, Mingyu is still gone and lost in his own world. Still holding onto you, and still fucking into you so hard that you’re very nearly releasing little yelps each time he bottoms out. 

Seungcheol, on the other hand, knows exactly how your body reacts when you’re getting close. Usually knowing before you do, and he really does his best to keep his composure through this. He does his damndest to hold off, amazed that Mingyu lasted past the first instance of you sinking down on him. 

Shaking hands reach between you and Mingyu, and you’re quick to sit up and lean back against Seungcheol instead to let him have access to your clit. Despite his cock slipping out of you slightly, he can still manage to fuck a few inches in at this angle, and honestly it’s a welcome relief because if he continued any further, he worries your clit would be left long neglected by his brain malfunctioning in a sudden orgasm.

You smile in a daze as you stare down at Mingyu, his eyes droopy and hooded when he opens them, but for the most part remaining closed and focused on fucking you as good as he can. And paired with the sensation of Seungcheol rubbing your clit, you’re rendered useless in announcing that you’re close. 

Thankfully, your lovely, amazing, and doting husband knows you as well as you know yourself. 

“Keep going,” He says, out of breath and reaching his other hand up to hold one of your tits in his hand, lips going to your neck. “She’s close.”

Mingyu lets out a choked moan at the same time you let one out, and instantly Seungcheol pulls out with a pleased and frustrated moan. 

“Let him feel it, babe,” Seungcheol says, now focusing solely on rubbing your clit with one hand and fucking his fist with the other. ”Squeeze him.”

God, you do, coming undone wrapped around his Mingyu’s relentless cock, pulsing and shaking as Seungcheol makes no attempt to ease the orgasm out of you. His fingers only circle your clit harder, and Mingyu only fucks up harder. 

“Fuck, Mingyu,” Seungcheol calls out, watching the man in awe. “How are you holding out right now?”

Mingyu blinks up, his eyes totally lost to arousal and he continues to fuck into you far past your orgasm ending, loving the slide of how much wetter you got through it. He feels like he’s fucking half a year’s worth of himself into you, which is fair. Because he definitely is. 

“Look at him babe, tell him it’s okay.” Seungcheol continues, wanting Mingyu to get off so that he can stop holding off on his own. It’s entirely insane how much self-control this man has.

Not even Seungcheol himself could withstand this without losing a bit of self control, and yet, god. He really is the perfect third. The perfect neighbor. 

This is an indication that Seungcheol is about to go full cuckold and work at himself as you take what you want from Mingyu, and you really do try. 

Your legs shake around him as you continue to try and ride him, leaning down to hover over his lips in a faux first kiss to tell him to rest his hips, and he does, sighing out a little sound of relief as you take back the control.

He’s never been so fucking turned on in his life, and in all honestly, not even he knows how he hasn’t gotten off yet. He’s needed it all day. He’s needed it all his fucking life, it seems. 

Seungcheol studies the way your tired legs work, the pace slowing down minute by minute before he steps in. His control now fully regained as his orgasm fades and he can continue to instruct and enjoy without a wall of pure sex invading his actions. He releases his cock now, stilling your hips and pulling you off of Mingyu.

The sound alone is somehow filthier than any porn he’s ever heard. Sloppy and wet, paired with Mingyu’s frustrated groan at the loss of warmth. 

“Gyu, take the lead.” Seungcheol says, helping you to lay back and rubbing your thighs to soothe them. 

Mingyu, of course, jumps into action immediately. Lifting from his spot and situating himself between your legs with ease. Now being able to see you under him, rather than hovering above him, he feels like he has all the power in the world to treat you right. 

“Anything you want,” He says, already adjusting himself with your pussy and pressing in. “Anything, just tell me.”

You’re entirely endeared by his words and can’t help it when you pull him down in a huff and connect your lips to his for the first time. He melts into it, fucking his hips into you at a slower pace now, deeper, more lazily. 

He’s smelling you and feeling you entirely, every sensation in the world he could ever want is being satiated right now, and he’s not ashamed to whine through it. Pumping himself into you until it hits him. 

So hard does it hit him, each thrust milking him entirely of his cum and not trembling once through it. His cock has been sensitive all day, this new sensitivity is welcome to him as long as you continue to lick into his mouth and scratch against his back like this. 

It’s a given that he was a goner the second he got on top, and when he finally empties the last, impossible amount of cum into you, his ears pop and begin to ring. 

“You guys look so cute–” Seungcheol coos, helping Mingyu out of you on wobbly legs before he leans down to scoop some of the mess out of you. “Now, you lay back too,” he adds, still toying with the cum dripping from you. 

He does, relieved and thankful for the rest after that exhausting experience. He’s out of breath when he flops himself down next to you, turning his head slightly to look at you and how content you seem to be. It makes him feel content too, even without your lips against his. 

There, Seungcheol scoops some of that cum out of you and slathers his fingers with it, shuffling forward onto the bed to place himself between your legs now. Then, his fingers make their way over to Mingyu. 

“Taste it.” He says, wondering if Mingyu will fight the idea of doing it. 

Shockingly, he doesn’t. He opens his mouth with ease and sucks Seungcheol’s fingers into his mouth. You watch, watching the way his adam’s apple bobs as he swallows the taste of himself mixed with you. You groan out, throat dry from the embarrassing amount of moaning before wiggling your hips. 

“Patience, babe,” Seungcheol says, not even glancing at you and keeping his eyes trained on the way Mingyu eagerly licks his fingers clean before releasing his fingers and blinking over to you, and then up at him.

“You’re both going to fucking kill me.” Seungcheol lets out, rolling his eyes before training them on you. “Gonna stuff this mess back into you, yeah?”

You nod obediently.

You’re so content, readily accepting your husband in his rightful place and basking in the familiar feeling of his length pressing inside of you. It’s a feeling you know, and a feeling you love despite having already been fucked open by both of them already. 

At this point, it’s not even just arousal in the air. But like, a weird secret second thing that somehow feels more content than content. 

Seungcheol is in love with the way you look right now though, arguably so for Mingyu too. With his fucked out face looking just as drowsy as yours does despite the sun setting when all of this started. It’s not as late into the night as it seems to feel, which is fine because time seems like it works differently at this moment. 

“Kiss her,” Seungcheol says, with a last gift to Mingyu for fucking you so well. “Thank her.”

He does, because of course he does. He dips in so fast, cradling your face in the same delicate way he touched your thighs from before. Kissing you just as gently, all while Seungcheol takes his time to slide into you with such a fulfilling pace that, honestly, if you will it hard enough, you could probably get off another three times if you wanted to.

But you don’t, putting that filthy side of you to rest as you allow your husband to take what he needs. His pace quickening much like Mingyu’s kisses do, up until you’re bouncing up with each thrust of his hips, and Mingyu is left chasing your lips. Up, down, up, down. 

He chuckles into it, his teeth catching your bottom lip a few times before chasing your lips harder, all for Seungcheol to admire from above. 

And admire it, he does. Loving the way you kiss Mingyu in a playful way compared to himself. There’s passion here, and it makes it all the more easy for him to work himself up to his own orgasm. 

You’re not shocked at Seungcheol’s silence through his own high. Pressing his hips so tightly against yours, trying to bury himself as deeply as he can go to release all of this tension inside of his body. You still feel as full as you did when they both were inside of you, but this is something entirely different. It’s Seungcheol, and it still shows that he’s the one person on this Earth who knows you better than you know yourself.

He knows you love to feel his cock pulse inside of you, know your love when it dribbles down your thighs as you wobble to the bathroom, and now apparently, he knows you seem to love kissing Mingyu through the entire experience. Clenching against his orgasm as if you were already willing to start over from the beginning. 

And just like that, he pulls out and lays on the other side of you, stealing your lips from Mingyu briefly and kissing you. Both out of appreciation and love.

~

The clean up was devastating. Poor fucking Mingyu, never realizing that aftercare is like, a huge important factor to fucking that hard. Which only solidifies it to both you and your husband that he’s clearly never been given the sexual freedom he so needed.

The two of you exchange side eyes at the way Mingyu expects to shower alone and take care of himself, despite walking straight into a wall on wobbly legs with sleepy, mostly closed eyes. 

You help him to the shower, Seungcheol allowing you to join him and clean him up as he sits just outside and waits to ultimately clean himself up this time. After all, Mingyu was the one who fucked you senseless this time, the least he can do is learn how to clean up the mess and soothe your muscles. 

Fortunately, he seems to be pleased to learn and eager to put his new knowledge to use. Standing there under the warm water with a blissed out little smile, hands gently caressing your core as if to soothe your sensitivity. Obviously, it doesn’t work that way but, you still give him credit for it.

By the time you’re done showering, Mingyu is practically dead weight. Literally fucked himself to sleep, it seems, as Seungcheol laughs out and nods to the guest room, which he already made up for him. 

You help him to the room while Seungcheol helps himself to shower, where puddles of water remain on the floor. 

Apparently you and Mingyu both share the trait of not using a towel to step on after a shower. Which is only more of a reason to like him. 

Seungcheol likes taking care of people. 

~

When Mingyu wakes up the next morning, sunlight blaring through closed blinds, his half asleep brain realizes very quickly what happened. 

He’s embarrassed again, but the content feeling in his chest replaced the heavy one he had been holding about the entire situation. He had fun. He liked it. No, he loved it. So much so that for the first time in his life, he’s needed to pass the fuck out immediately after. 

And it’s not long after he wakes up, lying there in thought, that he hears a soft knock at the door.

You’re poking your head in, blinking over at him and admiring his sleep hair. Which isn’t too different compared to his sex hair, and you smile.

“Good morning,” You say, stepping into the room and revealing Seungcheol close behind you. “Wanna go again?”

This isn’t the outcome you were expecting when you couldn’t pick between Joshua or Jeonghan after they both asked you out.  You understand that this is their thing, that they’re boxers, but this is honestly unnecessary. 

You’ve known both boys for a while now and are no stranger to their competitive nature but you didn’t think it would bleed over into their romantic lives as well. You should have known better. Your work for the gym they belong to and even though you’re around their coach and manager more, they’ve both seemed to take an interest in you anyway.

Despite being frequently annoyed by their antics, you actually do like both of them, that’s why you’ve been having a hard time picking between the two of them. Each has their own pros (and their own cons) and you truly don’t know who to pick, so here you are now, about to watch Joshua and Jeonghan box each other to become your boyfriend.

Everything really started a year and a half ago when Jeonghan signed on with Sebong, the gym you work for. You work basically as the assistant of the owner doing all of the work he doesn't want to do. You didn’t know he was joining the gym though, and was surprised to see such a handsome man standing in the lobby of your gym, which is not open to public access.

The first thing he did when he saw you was flirt with you. Soon the gym coach came in and took Jeonghan away, but that has been his lasting first impression ever since. After that, anytime Jeonghan would run into you in the gym, he’d take time out of his training just to flirt with you.

Joshua on the other hand, has been a long time member of the Sebong gym. He’s been around longer than even you have and he’s always been more or less respectful and kind to you, keeping his fair distance. That is, until Jeonghan appeared. The two seemed to be able to turn anything into a competition, and when Joshua realized that Jeonghan had his eyes set on you, he decided to do the same.

At first you thought it was a joke, but then it seemed to progress further and further to the point there was no way the boys were dropping all the money to bring you lunch and flowers whenever they could just for a laugh. So once you started to take them seriously, the competition really picked up. Taking you out on nice (expensive) dates, buying you gifts, showering you in flattery, requesting you route for them in their next match, whatever they could do to get your attention away from the other man and onto them. It was a bit over the top…but you also kind of loved it.

As you slowly got to know each man better, you slowly started to fall for both of them. There’s something so charming about the way you can never expect what Joshua will do next, yet he’ll always be a gentleman about it, and the way Jeonghan can be mischievous but still so caring at the same time. It’s so frustrating having to pick just one.

In terms of boxing, they’re also pretty equally matched. Joshua’s always been one of Sebong’s best boxers and one of the reasons why become so competitive with Jeonghan in the first place was due to the fact Jeonghan was able to sweep in and match his level. 

Sometimes you’ll watch them during practice, going harder than anyone else in the gym, not wanting to quit until the other does. You know Coach loves it though, because they help push each other to be better.

The two are usually the last two out of the gym, forcing you to stay later so you can lock up after they get done. You don’t mind too much, you like watching them practice, and they always offer to help you clean up before leaving. After locking the doors they’ll always walk you to your car like proper gentlemen, and sometimes they’ll even invite you out to eat or something of the likes. You usually say yes.

You think one of your favorite moments with them was when you all went out to a bar together and got drinks and food and spent the whole night out talking. It felt natural, like the competition was set aside and you guys were just enjoying a night together as three friends. 

The only problem is…the more time you spend with them, the harder it is to choose one. You’ve told them such on many occasions but the answer doesn’t seem to satisfy either man. That’s how Mingyu’s (not so) brilliant idea came to fruition.

“You’re both boxers, just fight for her.” It was said as more of a joke, but when you’re dealing with people like Jeonghan and Joshua, nothing is a joke if it can become competition. You were close to strangling Mingyu after he said it, but the other two were already gearing up to start the fight.

Which brings you to where you are now, after hours in the gym, staring at the two black haired men standing in the ring. 

“Nothing will get out of hand, it’s just a friendly fight to determine who is worthy of your love,” Joshua assures you. You huff.

“What if neither of you win?”

Both men turn to you. “What does that mean?”

“It means you two are a little too evenly matched. I’ve seen you spar before and it always ends in a tie.”

“Not this time princess. Those are always practice matches, there’s something valuable on the line now,” Joshua says. 

You know you should be annoyed that they're treating you like some prize to win, but if you’re being completely transparent, you find it a little hot. It’s not your fault that you have two hot boxers wanting to literally fight over you. It doesn’t mean you find them any less ridiculous.

“You can’t stop us Y/N-ah,” Jeonghan tells you. “Unless you pick right now.”

“You know I can’t do that. I-”

“Like both of us,” both men recite back to you in tandem. You roll your eyes.

“It’s not my fault you’re both annoyingly charming.” They send you twin grins at this.

“Just sit back and wait, pretty girl. We’ll have your answer for you soon enough,” Joshua says. “No hard feelings toward the other.” You doubt that last part, but you still just sigh and let them continue. It’s clear you’re not going to be able to stop them.

The two take their stance, shifting their weight from foot to foot, watching the other warily. Their elbows are tucked close to their bodies, their gloves up high to protect their face. Whichever one throws first will set the whole tone of the fight. Joshua makes the first move, but not really. It’s a fake out, but Jeonghan is able to see it coming, and doesn’t fall for it.

Instead he goes in for his own jab, connecting his glove into Joshua’s side. That gets Joshua going and he’s on Jeonghan, rapidly punching at his face. Jeonghan has no other choice than to back up, trying to block the hits. Jeonghan swings at Joshua to try and get him away and the two boys latch onto each other. They hit at each other a bit more before letting go and pulling back.

It doesn’t take long for them to go at it again though. This time it’s Jeonghan getting in his rapid fire hits. Joshua shields the punches away from his head, trying to make a few hits of his own as he does. Then in a miraculous turn around Joshua gets the upper hand, slamming his glove into the side of Jeonghan’s head.

It’s clear the hit resonated in Jeonghan, but he doesn’t let it slow him down. The two skirt around the boxing ring, dodging the other’s attacks while trying to make their own. If you weren’t so familiar with the world of boxing, you’d think they look a little ridiculous. 

You do enjoy the sight a bit though.

Jeonghan’s hair is pulled back and exposes his long, pale neck. You can see a thin layer of sweat start to create a sheen there. His face is hardened and focused as he makes his attacks on Joshua. Speaking of Joshua, he looks just as good himself. His bangs hand in his face slightly, sticking to his forehead with sweat. His usual smiley face is replaced with one of determination and fire in his eyes. Both of their bodies are on display, their well defined muscles and hard abs out in the open for you to gaze at. You enjoy the sight of the way their bodies move; the clear image of their muscles working hard to win the fight. 

You’re not sure how long you get distracted staring at the boys’ bodies but when you finally tune back into the actual fight, both boys are clearly starting to get worn out. Just as you predicted, they’re too evenly matched to knock each other out. They do look incredibly sexy though, worn out and sweaty. You discreetly clench your thighs together, a little too into the sight of the boys going at it for your affections.

You smirk at that though as an idea starts to formulate in your mind. Both boys are in their own corner of the ring, panting, when you approach the side.

“Are you boys done yet?” You drawl and their eyes flit over to you, like they almost forget you’re here, even though you’re the reason they’re even fighting in the first place.

“Not yet baby, still haven’t won yet. But don’t worry, I will soon,” Jeonghan says.

Joshua scoffs. “Yeah right. It’s gonna be me who wins, princess.”

The nicknames go straight to your core, further encouraging your idea. You lean against the ropes of the ring and stare at the two boys intently before speaking. “You know, I’ve always said I can’t pick between you two, but what if I don’t want to pick.”

“Y/N…?”

"Have you two ever considered…you can both have me?"

You watch the way Jeonghan’s throat bobs as he swallows and Joshua’s eyes go wide a bit before a smirk overtakes his face.

“Oh? Is that what you want pretty girl?” He asks, slinking towards where you’re standing, Jeonghan following suit. 

You suddenly feel a bit shy under their looming gaze. “M-maybe.” 

“Maybe?” Jeonghan asks, a playful tone to his words. “That won’t do, baby. You gotta tell us exactly what you want.”

You squirm a bit. “I- I want you guys. Both of you.” 

“Want us to do what?” Joshua asks. You look at both boys who have matching smirks on their faces and you’re starting to realize maybe this isn’t your best idea. When the two men aren’t being competitors, they’re being the evil twins, and you think you may have awoken that side in them. That’s not going to stop you now though.

“Want you to touch me. To fuck me. Please Joshie, Hannie, I need it.”

“Good girl,” Joshua mutters before he’s throwing off his gloves and slipping through the ropes of the ring so he can pull you against his body. His skin is still warm from all of the physical exertion earlier and it feels nice against your own skin. It doesn’t feel nearly as nice as his lips pressing against yours though.

Joshua’s grip is firm, yet gentle at the same time. His kiss is searing against your lips and you let yourself get lost in it. One of his hands cups your neck while the other is snaked around your waist. He holds you in place, not that you’d go anywhere if he did let go. His lips are a mix of sweet from his strawberry flavored chapstick and salty from sweating during the boxing match.

You nearly forget about Jeonghan until you feel him slide up behind you, his own arms snaking around your body, trapping you in between both men. Jeonghan’s mouth attaches to your neck and a shudder runs through your body. The feeling of his teeth grazing your skin makes you gasp into Joshua’s mouth, allowing the younger to slip his tongue in.

Jeonghan’s fingers dig into your hip bones and you can feel his own hips grind up against you, his half hard dick nestled right against your ass. In the front you can feel Joshua’s own cock rub against your thigh. Both feelings combined have your head spinning and your panties dampening. 

Jeonghan’s mouth continues to attack your neck before he’s tugging at your shirt collar, trying to reach as much skin as he can. If this was any other situation you may scold the man for stretching out your shirt, but you can’t be bothered right now, wanting his mouth on you as much as possible.

Your attention is pulled away from Jeonghan’s ministrations at the feeling of Joshua’s hands snaking up your shirt. His fingers brush against your bare skin, before fully cupping your tits. He paws at your boobs over your bra for a second before his fingers dip under your bra as well. They brush across your nipples and you moan around Joshua’s tongue still in your mouth. 

For two men who use their fists for a living, they’re also very skilled with their fingers. Jeonghan’s hands travel down your body before they grasp at your thighs. His cock is still pushing up against your ass as he pulls your body back into him even more. He squeezes at your thighs and when one of his knuckles brush up against your clit through your pants you gasp and whine, grinding down to try and gain the friction again.

“Heh,” you hear in your ear, “so fucking needy. It’s so hot baby.” 

“P-please touch me more,” you beg, pulling your mouth back from Joshua.

“Ah, you want me to touch you more? Where? Here?” His fingers brush against your crotch once more and you jerk.

“Yes! There, please! Please Hannie, I need it. Need you.”

“Of course baby, Hannie is gonna take good care of you.” His fingers plunge into your pants and he slides his fingers over your panties and against your clit. He starts to rub it in slow soft circles, causing your legs to go weak in the men’s arms.

“Princess,” Joshua mumbles into your ear. “You don’t know how long I’ve wanted this. Wanted you. So fucking pretty. I’ve liked you since you started here, you know.”

You whimper at his words. If there’s anything that will set you off, it’s having someone want you as desperately as Jeonghan and Joshua do.

Your panties are already soaked through with your arousal and you’re sure that Jeonghan’s fingers are also drenched. You squirm in the men’s grips, wanting more. Thankfully, they seem to get the hint.

“Fuck,” Joshua finally pulls away from you. “Clothes off. All of them.” Jeonghan also pulls away from you, allowing you to quickly shed all of your layers, leaving you bare to the two men staring at you like you’re their next meal. You kind of are.

Both boys also get rid of the rest of their clothing and your mouth goes dry a bit at the sight of the two naked men in front of you. They’re similar in build with fit bodies and taut muscles. They’re not too similar in their other appendages though.

Though both of their cocks are fully hard, and dripping precum, Joshua’s is fat and heavy and on the tanner sider while Jeonghan’s is long and skinny and a pretty pinkish color. The sight of both of them drives you crazy, though.

You’re still in the middle of assessing their bodies when they descend on you. Their bare skin feels even better against yours now that you’re also naked. You’re already a bit breathless as they sandwich you between them again.

“God, you’re even more gorgeous than I imagined, princess,” Joshua whispers in your ear. “And I’ve been imagining it for a while.”

A shiver runs down your back and you press your body into his even more. Something about his voice, the way he said the words, makes your head dizzy. You’ve never denied that Joshua Hong is one of the prettiest people you’ve ever met, but his voice is also incredibly sexy and deserves to be recognized. Especially when it gets all deep and teasing the way it just did.

“What do you want from us baby?” Jeonghan asks. Oh god his voice as well. The light tone turned sultry. You swear they’re both trying to kill you.

“Anything, everything,” you strangle out. “Please just touch me.”

“I think I can do that,” Joshua says with a smirk and then he’s sinking to his knees so his face is level with your crotch. “So pretty down here too.” He lifts his hand up so he can press two fingers against your clit. He plays with you there for a moment as you slump back against Jeonghan, relying on him to keep you standing.

Jeonghan chuckles at this and he snakes his arms around to your front so he can knead at your breasts. He tugs and flicks at your hardened nipples. Your mind is already reeling, your body buzzing in pleasure. You can barely think as Joshua grabs your leg and lifts it over his shoulder so he can dive straight into your dripping cunt. He licks a long strip against your slit before attaching his lips to your clit, sucking harshly on the bud. You cry out and bury your fingers straight into Joshua’s hair. 

“You sound so pretty for us,” Jeonghan tells you. You turn your head so you can capture his lips with yours and he greedily accepts.

Jeonghan’s kiss is less harsher than Joshua’s, but just as eager. Whereas Joshua tastes like artificial strawberries, Jeonghan tastes sweet like sugary candies and cakes. Your free hand reaches up behind you so you can bury your fingers in Jeonghan’s silky soft hair as well.

You’re not sure which boy to focus on, as Joshua starts to prod at your entrance with his fingertips. He teases you there until he finally inserts a finger, slowly pumping it in and out of you. You wiggle in his grip a bit, wanting even more, but Jeonghan holds you still.

“Patience baby. You’ll get what you need soon enough. Let Joshua enjoy his meal for now.” Jeonghan’s hands still play with your tits as he talks to you. “You can be a good girl for us, can’t you?”

You nod. “Y-yes. Wanna be good for you two.”

Below you, Joshua’s now fed you a second finger. His mouth is still sucking at your clit, not letting up. When you look down at him, his eyes are closed in complete pleasure. His free hand has been squeezing your ass as he goes down on you and you can’t help but think about how pretty he looks like this.

You’re sure his cock is leaking all over the floor and the thought has you groaning. You can feel Jeonghan’s cock nestled in the small of your back and you reach around to grasp him. Jeonghan doesn’t seem to be expecting this and he lets out a hiss before thrusting into your fist.

His cock is slender and fits nicely in your grip. You rub your thumb over his slit, collecting his precum and using it to lubricate the rest of his cock so you can pump him in your fist. Jeonghan’s mouth latches onto your shoulder and you can feel him trembling behind you. Your hand is only half working at him, too distracted by the way you can feel your stomach tightening.

“J-josh!” You cry out before you’re clenching down around his fingers, your legs giving out on you. Your body twitches as you orgasm, your body sinking down to the ground. Joshua grabs you, holding you in his arms, gently rubbing at your skin while you grasp onto him, trying to ground yourself.

Joshua presses soft kisses to the corner of your eyes and your cheeks as you try and catch your breath. “Are you okay pretty girl?”

You nod. “I’m okay, just took me by surprise.”

“Can we keep going?” Joshua asks you softly and it sets off a warm feeling in your stomach. You’re not sure how someone who made you cum a minute ago can be so soft with you now, but you’re not complaining. You just cup his face and kiss him quickly.

“Yeah. Here, I wanna suck you off. Can I?” You look up at him with wide eyes and his face goes pink for a second.

“Y-yeah. Yeah, you can.”

“Ehem,” Jeonghan says, reminding you and Joshua he’s still there.

“Ah, Hannie,” you turn to the older man, “you can uh, you can fuck me. If you want.”

Jeonghan curses softly. “You sure baby?”

You nod. “I’m sure. Josh loosened me all up. I need your cock in me so badly, please. I just came and I’m still so needy.”

Your words cause Jeonghan to groan and he gets down on the floor to meet you and Joshua. He pulls you in for a kiss, his fingers sliding down against your wet folds. You’re still sensitive down there and you mewl a bit.

“Fuck, you’re gonna let me fuck you nice and hard baby?”

“Yes, yes please,” you nod frantically.

“Help Joshua out first baby, then I’ll fuck you.”

You turn to the younger of the two men. Joshua is sitting back, his cock resting against his toned stomach. You position yourself between his legs on your knees in front of him. You lean down and gently take his tip in your mouth, sucking at the head. Joshua gasps slightly, encouraging you to do more.

You pop your mouth off of him and lick and kiss down his length to his balls. They sit heavy and drooping and you lick and kiss at them as well. You can hear the small grunts Joshua is letting out and you move up to kiss at his tip again.

His cock is thick and you’re not completely sure you’ll be able to get it all in your mouth, but you wrap your lips around the head again. You’re going to try your best no matter what. You run your tongue around the rim of his tip before flattening your tongue and trying to push yourself down further.

Your tongue presses against the underside of his cock as you try and get all of him in your throat. Your lips are stretched tight and you can feel the strain in your jaw. You pull your mouth back before plunging it back down, trying to get down further as you bob your head up and down his length. You can hear the lewd noises of your mouth fill the room as they mix with Joshua’s moans.

You’re so focused on pleasuring Joshua you jump when you feel Jeonghan grasps your hips. Your ass is pushed into the air and you can feel him drag his cock over your slit. He teases you with a few more swipes before he unceremoniously shoves his cock into you. His slender width allows him to push into you easily, especially with how wet you are from Joshua eating you out. You moan as Jeonghan bottoms out, the vibrations going straight into Joshua’s cock.

Joshua reaches out and grabs your head, shoving you down further on his cock, his blunt tip ramming into the back of your throat. Behind you Jeonghan does the same, his own tip hitting your cervix, the slam of skin echoing throughout the room. Joshua has a tight grip on your hair and he guides you up and down his cock, practically face fucking you.

You can’t do much but moan and allow both men to fuck into you like you’re nothing but their desperate cock sleeve. You don’t mind it at all though. You actually kind of love them using you like this. It’s dirty, the way they just shove their cocks into you with no care, but it has your pussy drenched, no matter how embarrassing it is.

Your throat is burning from the way Joshua is using your mouth and your fingers dig into his thighs. Tears are welling up in your eyes a bit and you can’t tell if it’s from choking on Joshua’s cock or the pleasure Jeonghan is giving you by continuously drilling into you.

“F-fuck, Y/N,” comes Joshua’s choked out sob before he’s spilling his seed right down your throat. You gag as you try and swallow it all down but some of it still drips out of your mouth. “Shit Y/N. You look so hot like that. Dirty little girl, taking my cum down her throat.” Joshua reaches up and swipes the rest of his cum off your chin.

Your throat burns and your voice is raw when you try to speak. “J-josh.”

“You were so good for me.” Joshua reaches up and cups your breasts in your hands, kneading at you softly. “You feel good princess?”

“H-hannie, feels so good. W-want more though.”

“More?”

You nod. “Please Shua, fuck me too. Need to be full.”

“Fuck baby,” Jeonghan mutters from behind you. “You want us both in your needy little hole?” He thrusts up into you roughly to help make his point.

“Yes. Need both of you so badly. Please Josh.”

“Shit princess, that’s so slutty, how could I say no,” Joshua smirks at you. “Lean her back Han.”

Jeonghan does as told, leaning back and taking you with him so your cunt is now more exposed to Joshua. Jeonghan’s cock is already buried in you, but due to its slender size it still leaves room for Joshua to slide in. Well slide in isn't exactly the right words. 

You feel Joshua push his tip up against Jeonghan’s cock at the folds of your pussy. He ruts at your entrance for a second before starting to push in. His cock is thick though, and it stretches your pussy wide, your opening burning as it does. If it wasn’t for all of the arousal lubricating Jeonghan’s cock and your cunt, you’re sure Joshua wouldn’t have even been able to get in an inch.

“God you look so pretty like this,” Jeonghan coos. “Our nasty little slut.” 

You choke out a moan at the name and Jeonghan chuckles. In your front, Joshua is still slowly pushing his cock into you bit by bit. After what feels like forever he’s shoved inside of you and you feel like crying from how desperate you are.

“Please move, I need it, please,” you beg, not caring how pathetic you sound.

“What the princess wants is what she gets,” is Joshua’s response before he pulls out only to slam right back into you. You cry out, your fingers finding purchase on Joshua’s shoulders. “God you feel so tight around my cock.” 

Joshua reaches down and grabs your legs, picking you up. Your legs automatically wrap around Joshua’s waist, pulling him closer to you. His cock moves rapidly in you as he matches Jeonghan’s pace. The older of the two’s cock slams deep into you while the younger’s fills you up, satiating your fervent desires.

Your mind is reeling and you can’t focus on anything other than the sheer pleasure coursing through your body. You can feel Jeonghan and Joshua’s mouths and hands all over your body, feeding your hunger for them.

At some poit you realize that your cheeks are wet, tears freely streaming down your face as both men do their best to abuse your cunt.

You let out a strangled gasp when you feel one of Jeonghan’s hands snake around your neck, his other one grasping harshly at your breasts. His fingers close down around your neck, his hot breath brushing your ear. 

“Gonna let me and Josh cum inside you baby? Let us fill up your needy pussy with our seed?”

You whine, high pitched and needy. “Yes. Yes, please. Cum in me, use me however you want.”

“Hear that Shua? Our baby girl wants us to use her like the cumdump she is.” Jeonghan’s fingers are still tight around your neck, making you light headed in the best way possible. 

Instead of responding Joshua just roughly grabs your chin and pulls you into a kiss. His tongue slips into your mouth once more and nearly shoves it down your throat. You can barely breathe with Joshua’s mouth over yours and Jeonghan’s hand on your throat but you don’t care. It makes your head fuzzy and all of your senses go crazy to the point that there’s nothing other than Joshua Hong and Yoon Jeonghan.

A shudder runs through your whole body and without much warning your body is trembling as you hit your orgasm. Your pussy clenches down on Jeonghan and Joshua’s cocks, holding them in a vice grip. They both let out twin groans as your body goes limp in their grip, your mind completely blank.

You’re not sure who cums first, but before you know it they’re both spilling their seed into you, filling you up to the brim. You’re still shaking when they pull out, some of their cum spilling out and dripping down your legs. Slowly Joshua lowers you to the floor.

“You’re so pretty like this, Y/N-ah,” Jeonghan says in a soft voice. “All fucked out like a cock drunk whore.”

Your body is exhausted and you want nothing more than to rest, but then you feel Jeonghan’s fingers trailing against your puffy folds. You mewl out when you feel his fingers insert into you, shoving his and Joshua’s cum back into you.

“Can’t let it go to waste, can we?” He says with a smirk.

Your whole body is overstimulated and just having his fingers in you sends your twitching. Your fingers grasp at air and you whine.

“Shh, be a good girl for us. Can’t you do that pretty girl?” Joshua asks as he runs his hands up and down your warm skin. He stops at your tits, kneading them softly before flicking your sensitive nipples.

“J-josh, H-hannie!” You cry out. Jeonghan’s fingers are now moving rapidly inside of you, your walls fluttering as your body screams at you. 

Your eyes screw shut and your back arches as you reach your release once more. You can feel the liquid spray out of you, drenching your legs and Jeonghan’s hand. It seems to go on forever before your body is falling limp to the ground once more.

“Oh god princess, that was so hot,” Joshua says, a bit breathless. Jeonghan pulls his fingers from you satisfied with his work.

Your body is completely boneless as you lay on the ground, trying to catch your breath. Your eyes are closed and you think you may never get up ever again.

You’re not sure how long you lay there as Joshua and Jeonghan move around, cleaning up the mess you made and rubbing at your sore body. When you finally get some semblance of feeling human again you open your eyes and sit up.

“Hey baby,” Jeonghan says to you in a soft voice. “How are you feeling?”

“Good,” you sigh, “very good.”

“Sorry we kind of went in hard there at the end,” Joshua says. He caresses your face with his hand. 

“I asked for it. I liked it,” you admit. “Thank you, you two.” 

“You’re thanking us?” Joshua laughs a big incredulously. “That was like a dream for me.”

Now with the ability to think again you glance around and realize you’re still on the floor, of the gym, covered in cum and sweat. 

“Ugh, I feel so gross. This is so gross, these floors are filthy,” you groan.

Jeonghan snorts. “Come on, we can go clean up in the locker room.”

“Round two in the showers?” Joshua shoots you and Jeonghan a mischievous look that Jeonghan sends back. You groan again.

“You two may have the stamina, but I certainly do not,” you state, knowing damn well that you’re going to let them fuck you again in the shower.

The boys are quiet for a moment as you three walk to the shower before Joshua finally pipes up. “So does this mean you choose us both?”

“Yeah,” you smile at them, “I choose you both…if you both still want me.”

“Of course! I’m not going to let him stop me from having you,” Jeonghan says.

“Even if you have to share?” You ask.

“Yeah, I’ll just be the better boyfriend,” Jeonghan proclaims proudly.

“Hey! I’m going to be the best boyfriend Y/Nnie can have!” Joshua shoves the other boxer’s shoulder. This sets off an argument between your two new boyfriends and you roll your eyes before turning on the shower.

The least you can say is that your relationship definitely won’t be a boring one.

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“Hi.”

You coo, smiling widely as your boyfriend’s face pops onto your phone’s screen. Maybe it was the fact that you haven’t seen him in almost a month or maybe it was because you were running low on the lack of his attention but still, he looked breathtaking even after having just woken up with messy blonde tresses covering his forehead, a lazy smile spread across his lips. Or maybe it was because he was Yoon Jeonghan.

That joy only lasted for a few seconds before you were reminded of your ceaseless pain.

The eight cities they were currently touring was getting to you, both mentally and physically. You couldn’t even remember the last time you were touched. Hell, it was stupid of you to even agree to Jeonghan’s bargain – a promise of a huge reward if you could withstand touching yourself or using any toys of some sort for the entire duration of his trip. He insisted it was to improve your sex life.

Yeah, okay, improve my sex life all you want. I wonder if it’d be fun watching Joshua pound me into the mattress instead.

You scoff, annoyed that you were suddenly reminded of your little situation again. You were just about to have a pleasant conversation with one of your boyfriends, but your sexual frustration overpowered your thoughts. They couldn’t be doing stuff without me, right?

“It’s barely even morning and you’re already being a brat?” Jeonghan’s voice croaks, that sexy rasp of his blending with the rustling sounds of the crisp white duvet. He sits up to slouch against the hotel bed frame, holding the phone up at an arm’s length so that you could see his face at its best with all the small blemishes covering his face shown by the bedside lamp at early dusk.

“No,” you protest, “Why the fuck would I be a brat?” Irritation tugs at your voice, “What have you and Josh been doing?” You might’ve sounded a little petty, but he shrugged it off, blaming it on the time zone difference.

“Why?” a corner of his mouth quirks up, “Are you trying to keep tabs on us? Scared we’ll do something without you?”

“No, no. Was just wondering, that’s all.” You force a smile, hands playing with each other hidden from underneath the camera’s view. Of course, you didn’t want Jeonghan to catch onto the fact that one, you were dying of any sort of release and two, you were maybe possibly a little bit jealous that your boyfriends were together.

A full-on mischievous look is now plastered on his handsome face, “Okay, so you wouldn’t mind if Shua and I had a little fun tonight?” He bites his bottom lip, “You know, it’s been ages. It could use as a nice stress relief too after all the hard work we’ve been doing.” He pouts, pretending to think. ‘Isn’t that right, Joshuji?”

No!

Joshua pops his head into the frame, “Y/N, don’t listen to him. Of course, we’re not going to do that.” Your heart swells as he reassures you. God, you missed Joshua, your kind and gentle man who always manages to put a smile on your face even on the darkest of days. Like today when the devil (aka Yoon Jeonghan) wants to play in the depths of fire.

A hand takes hold of Joshua’s waist. Before he could look back, Jeonghan’s already pulled him into the bed with him, pressing his chest into the soft pillows, face cheekily turned to the side with kissy lips, playfully acting like he was about to plant one on Joshua’s high cheekbones when Joshua counters back by lifting up a fist threateningly at him. Now the both of them were bickering on screen while you couldn’t hold back your laughter on the other line of the call.

A little while into the video call, the two had to go, explaining they had to rush for a schedule which you fully understood as you quickly waved them off, blowing a quick kiss before pressing the end call button.

The sinful thoughts of masturbation once again crowd your mind as you internally fight with yourself, knowing that if you surrendered now all the past weeks of hard resistance would’ve gone to waste. But... looking would be considered acceptable, right? After all, you weren’t touching it. You open the second drawer on your nightstand to see a sparkly pink toy roll towards you, its encrusted crystals reflecting off the ceiling light. Your hand goes out to reach for them before you stop and pull back. You know for a fact Jeonghan would easily find out if you had been using it while they were gone. Sighing heavily, you slammed it shut and turned to face the opposite side of your room, mood dampened now that you once again, blue-beaned.

Day 25. Check.

The call disconnects at the same time Jeonghan throws his phone across the duvet; pure joy with a hint of uncertainty expressed across his face after talking with you. He noticed your slight change in mood, but he couldn’t pinpoint why you were acting that way. He figures he would just ask when he came back. Joshua glances over at the love-smitten man, “Are you really not going to tell her we’re coming home tonight?” He queries, refolding a shirt he dropped after hurriedly hearing your voice coming from Jeonghan’s phone when he scrambled over.

“Where’s the fun in giving it away so easily?” Jeonghan falls back onto the pillows, “Now we can really see if she’s the good girl everybody says she is.”

If you thought last night was bad, today felt even worse. The only thought you’ve been envisioning all day was being filled up. You wanted to be filled up so badly, ruined by Jeonghan and Joshua’s long and girthy cocks. All you could feel at work was the empty space in between your legs, throbbing as you sat at your seat which messed up your mentality even more.

Now that you were finally in the safe confines of your own home, you weren’t sure if that was any better than being outside now that it meant you were more prone to being alone with your thoughts. You turn around and fall back into your mattress, the soft memory foam sinking in around you, molding the shape of your body. It sucked that both were gone at the same time. If you had just one of them here with you, it would suffice but then again, you weren’t that keen on leaving one out anyways.

Your head turns to eye the oak bedstand again, specifically the second drawer containing what your mind seems to think of the most at this moment – your most prized possession. It was like you were stuck in a trance, feeling your heart beating rapidly in your chest as the sound reached your ears. It was as if you were a marionette, the cross brace controlling your arms to make your hand latch onto the handle and pull it open. This time, you were successful at taking it out, you run your fingers along the cool surface of the pretty pink glass, reflecting off your dilated pupils.

Fuck it, he won’t know.

You drag your shorts down along with your underwear, hands already reaching in between your legs to finally sense some type of friction in between your folds. You were already wet, slick with arousal from not being satisfied for a while now. You massage at your nub, gathering more and more wetness before slipping a finger into your opening, going as deep as you can while you continue to scissor, eyes shut tight from imagining it was one of the boys’ fingers. Slowly adding another, you pump in and out while your juices start gathering, preparing you for the main event. The crystal-encrusted glass dildo finally makes its appearance when you bring it close to your heat, trailing it up and down your slit as you try and gather as much slick as possible. Like Jeonghan always does, you play with the entrance, teasing yourself with the tip, pretending you’re going to put it in but not quite yet.

“See, I told you she wasn’t what you thought she’d be like.”

Oh god, you were missing them so much, you were even hearing their voices now. It sounded exactly like they were in the same room as you.

Joshua tsks and walks to join Jeonghan at the doorway, “Y/N, I’m so disappointed. I didn’t know you’d be such a bad girl.”

You know I’m only a bad girl for you, Shua.

And that’s when you realize, your hearing wasn’t a depiction of your imagination, you weren’t just visualizing the boys’ help. You were actually hearing them because they were here, right now, in your room, in person.

Panicking, you quickly sit up, dislodging the toy as it drops flat on your cotton sheets right in between your open legs. Everything goes still, you make eye contact with them while they stare back with their arms crossed.

“Uh…welcome back?” You try, mentally wincing at your response and what they just caught you doing. Jeonghan lets out a puff of air, “I don’t know... Shua and I had a big surprise planned for you but...” He sighs again and tilts his head, mocking a frown, “Ah- nevermind.”

Wait- but it doesn’t count, you didn’t insert it in. The panic of a long-awaited orgasm denial burned at your throat, scratching it like swallowing the driest hard-boiled egg without the slightest bit of water to gulp it down. You clenched around nothing; legs still wide open on display as you wanted nothing more than to be fucked brainless now that they’re physically in front of you.

“No!” You shout, scrambling off the bed and falling to the floor onto your knees. You crawl to the person you knew would give in to you without a second thought, “I-I’m sorry.”

“You’re sorry?” Joshua smirks, bending halfway using his forefinger to tilt your chin up, “Aw, look, Hannie, she’s sorry.”

You peer up at him through your lashes, confused and surprised by the big demeanour change. Suddenly, you couldn’t wrap your head around where your sweet and soft-hearted Joshua went and who he got replaced with instead. Was Joshua always like this or was the pent-up energy too much the last month that he’s only had the opportunity to unleash his innermost nature now? Surely, Jeonghan couldn’t have brought it out in him while they were gone. Whatever it was, you were becoming to feel a little more exhilarated at this new side to Joshua. He wasn’t planning on playing nice today, but you had one more trick up your sleeve that you knew he wouldn’t be able to withstand.

You put on your most seductive face, a mix between lust and insolence. Two can play at this game. Licking your lips, you drawl as you emphasize each word “I want your big cock in my pussy. I want you to fill me up and ruin me.”

Upon hearing those filthy words come out of your mouth, blood rushed down his member and pooled around his raging head, the bulge threatening to tear a hole through his trousers.

A hand placed on his thigh while you looked up at him again with your big and round eyes, an innocent smile playing at your lips, “Please?”

Pulling you up by one arm, he drags you to the edge of the bed and forcefully pushes you down. He spreads your legs for room to drag a finger up your slit, testing the waters, glistening and full of juice. Joshua just wants to lick, he wants to taste, he wants to savour your sweet fluid.

A sticky trail follows as he places the finger in his mouth, sucking while he stares at your body, “So wet… just wanna pound that tight little pussy of yours.”

You let out a moan at his blatant words, your whole body heating up from his one movement. His tongue slides out to swipe over his bottom lip before biting hard, looking over his shoulder for a split second to nod at Jeonghan who’s been watching and palming himself through his shorts this whole time.

The effect they both had on you seemed almost staged because to anyone else, it would’ve seemed like it was your first time with them which wasn’t the case at all.

Joshua sits upon his knees, hovering over you while he unbuckles his belt and pulls his pants down, kicking them off as he unbuttons the front of his dress shirt. Your eyes travel with his hands, staring down starting from his toned chest down to the erection pressed firmly against his lower stomach. Joshua pumps himself with one hand to full length, his calloused palms brushing against the tip. Even though all he could think about was how wet and warm you’d feel around his cock, how your muscles would squeeze him tightly and pull him deeper with each brutal stroke of the hips; reward does not come without hard work.

“Suck,” he demands.

You waste no time getting on all fours as your fingers wrap habitually around his girth, hollowing your cheeks. Your lips are parted around his cock, sucking sloppily at a steady rhythm as saliva runs down your chin. When you finally lock eyes with his, you couldn’t help but beam when Joshua throws his head back to let out a low groan, bucking his hips into your mouth while you continue to descend down his length, bobbing up and down, the rest of what you can’t fit replaced by the twisting and turning of your small hands.

Near the door, Jeonghan continues to stare with lustful and lazy eyes, finally pushing himself off the door frame to saunter closer to the both of you. Dragging his hand down your back and taking place behind your back. His hands begin kneading the supple soft skin, rolling his hips up against your ass. One of his hands makes way to your core. The little bundle of nerves reacts to Jeonghan’s circled motions, letting out a muffled moan against Joshua’s cock, causing tiny vibrations to shoot all around it. His other hand leaves to travel up your bare stomach and onto your sensitive breasts, squeezing it and letting out another whine when you feel his thumb and forefinger pinch your nipple.

You were so immersed in having both men touch you when suddenly, his hands leave your body. Your mouth starts pulling off of Joshua when you turn slightly to try and catch a glimpse of what Jeonghan was up to, which you definitely shouldn’t have when Joshua’s hand finds hold on the back of your head and forces you back down, hitting the back of your throat resulting in a series of repeated gagging and watery eyes.

“Good girls should know their place.”

Jeonghan chuckles, “Joshuji, I didn’t know you could be rough.” He pulls off his mint green sweater set, stripping himself out of his boxers, “Don’t think you’re getting off that easily,” he warns you, quickly grabbing hold of his springing cock and aligning it with your entrance before pushing in one go.

“God,” He groans, feeling completely swallowed by your warmth, “You were right, Shua… She’s so wet…so easy to slide into.”

You nearly bite down on Joshua; relief starts washing all over your body when his hips snap into you. You whimper as you lunge forward, hands finding a place around the backs of Joshua’s thighs for support as each thrust drives his cock further down your throat.

“F-fuck!” Joshua lets out while Jeonghan hungrily splits your folds, balls slapping against your swollen clit. Your heat was already starting to clench and you silently cursed your body for being so weak and needy but he was angling his thrusts so well and Joshua’s face looked so pretty thrown back, it was impossible to endure.

“Poor baby wants to cum already? That fast?” Jeonghan pants, pistoning even faster, only giving you one to two more hard thrusts before pulling out completely, denying you of a sweet release. It’s almost like they planned this because, despite his own rising peak, he slides out of your mouth, your lips slick and swollen with a mixture of your saliva and pre-cum.

They give each other a knowing look before Jeonghan gets up so that Joshua can place you on top of him as he lies down. Contrary to his actions, he gives you a sweet smile before lifting you up by the waist, enough for you to line yourself up against him before he drops you down onto his shaft. You let out a hiss of pleasure, his cock disappearing up your ribbed walls while Joshua helps you grind slowly, purposely setting the pace slow since you have no clue as to what’s coming next. It was always unexpected with the two although you never complained, knowing they would never intentionally try to hurt you.

“I bet you can feel how full I am inside of your cunt, huh?” You whimper in response, “I can feel how badly you want to milk me…milk me dry.”

He pushes you forward, making his cock reach deeper inside of you.

“J-Josh, fuck.” He lets his lips brush over your collarbone, kissing you lightly before deepening it. His teeth graze over the same spot, leaving light imprints with his tongue darting out to smooth the marks before latching on and sucking firmly with every intent on showing others who you belonged to.

You didn’t realize Jeonghan left the room until he came back with something hidden in his hand, a bottle of something – which if you guessed correctly would be…. lube?

He sits beside Joshua, hand reaching up to brush away the messy strands covering your face, pushing them behind one ear as he watches your face contort into all sorts of pleasure considering your relentless bouncing on top of his other partner, admiring the features he missed seeing so much, swearing he’s never seen a more beautiful sight than right now. He gets up to take his place behind you again.

Joshua takes the time to relax you, he pulls you flat against his chest, bringing his lips to lock with yours. His plump lips were soft against your own despite how desperate he was to shove his entire tongue into your mouth, mapping and exploring the inside of your mouth. Meanwhile, Jeonghan flips open the cap to squeeze a hefty amount of lube on your other entrance, using his digits to gently oil your opening, adding inch by inch until he can fit his whole finger. His cock twitches at the tightness around his index finger. The ring of muscles was gripping onto him like a rubber band that was tied a little too tightly – not to the point where he was uncomfortable, but to the point where it was still bearable. He could already imagine how orgasmic it would feel on his sensitive sex. He slowly adds another finger, groaning himself when he sees the stretch because he was getting impatient, wishing it was his cock instead.

A moan escapes your lips, “M-more.” You beg, arching your back so that Jeonghan could have more access. As soon as he hears your eagerness, he abruptly jerks his fingers out to massage a generous amount of the oil-based substance onto his cock.

“I’ll give you enough so that everyone who can see through your bedroom window can see us fucking you raw.”

Jeonghan stuffs the head of his cock into your ass, eyebrows furrowing as he stretches you further in, lost in the sensation. It was almost too much, a grunt tumbles out of his lips.

Having waited long enough, Joshua takes this as a sign to start bucking upwards at a brutal pace. Soon enough, Jeonghan joins him, slamming his hips into you with such force that you were sure you were about to split in half. Your hands fly to Joshua’s shoulders, gasping as both of them pummel in and out of you. The height of pleasure increasing three-fold the way Joshua’s cock was rubbing against Jeonghan’s between the thin layer of flesh between your pussy and ass, the sensitivity of both cocks causing your eyes to roll back as they both continue hitting spots you didn’t even know you had inside of you, mascara-lined tears streaming down your face. Jeonghan bends down to sink his teeth into your shoulder.

You start to cry out from oversensitivity, not having expected that you would ever experience this. Joshua breaks character for a moment and frowns slightly when he hears your shaky breaths. He rubs knowingly against your back, mumbling soft and reassuring words to your ear, “It’s okay, baby. We got you. Just a little bit more.”

You can almost hear Jeonghan’s mind going feral behind you. If you knew Jeonghan, you would know that his mind never shuts off. He always knows what to say at the right moments and even at the wrong times, it still turns out to sound somewhat smart but now that he’s in this newfound position, all the information he’s stored in his brain seemed to have been attacked by a virus known as you and how you feel around him – hot and tight, very tight – giving his all to you in concentration. The feeling of your skin on his, the smell of your arousal, everything.

The entire room is only filled with moans and groans from all three of you. Jeonghan grabs at the back of your head, tugging at your hair and using it as a rope to pull you back into him with every pump. The fire in your abdomen burns as Jeonghan’s hips stutter violently, his length pulsing as he shoots string after string of his hot seed inside of you, sliding out of your hole shortly to watch his potential babies flow out.

Joshua only gives him a second to watch before he digs his feet onto the bed, jackhammering into your spongey cervix, “Want me to fill you up? Want to see your pussy drip with my thick, white cum.”

Sweat drips down the side of his face as he stares at the area conjoining you two. His thumb rubs the swollen nub, ultimately making your vision blurry when the tension snaps and your walls flutter around his cock. It was enough to push Joshua to the edge and it hits hard, prompting him to erupt a sticky load – so much of it that it spills from the sides, down your thighs and onto his stomach.

Soft snores escape the man sleeping soundly beside you. It must’ve been a long flight. You knew he always found it difficult to fall asleep on airplanes, your eyes trace the shadows under his eyes and glaze over his tired-looking skin. You pull the covers up higher, tucking it snug just below his chin before you flip on your left side to face the other man.

Jeonghan.

You rest your head on top of his chest, the slow rise and fall from his breathing calm you with every passing minute. His hand reaches to play with your fingers, loosely intertwining them as he rambles on about the tour and how much they missed you – how much he missed you – all the things he saw that reminded him of you, all the tiny trinkets and souvenirs he bought from every stop kept in a little box still in his suitcase. He promises to unpack them tomorrow so you can admire them fully but right now, he just wants to hold you, he wants to make up for all the missed time.

“I’m sorry,” you apologize. Guilt started eating at your gut. All this time you were way too caught up in your own head. While they were thinking about coming home to you, you were thinking about your own desires, filthy desires that made you angry enough to forget about everything else.

Jeonghan falters, hand going up to cup your cheek, raising your chin to look at him, “Why are you sorry? You didn’t do anything wrong.”

Eyes pooling in a whirling circle of sincere apologies and utter regret, he’s confused at the look you were giving him, “I was a bitch last night, wasn’t I?”

He pauses and then laughs, eyes crinkling as he finally understood what you were implying, “Yeah…” he nods in agreement, “Want me to sign you up for anger management?”

Your face drops but before you could fully react, Jeonghan leans in and gives you a short but sweet peck, full of love and emotion, a kiss that doesn’t need words to detect what his response really means, despite the odd way he said it, which was…

“That sounds rough,” you say sympathetically, turning your attention to the beautiful, exhausted man. “What can I do to help?” you ask as you begin to pepper kisses along his jaw, working your way to his pretty lips. “Are you hungry?”

“We ate at the firm,” Jeonghan tells you. “Soonyoung went out and got us all burgers.”

You smile at the mention of your long time friend, he’s one of their errand boys, and it sounds like none of your close acquaintances have had a good night. Sure, a part of you deflates a little- you’d prepared their meals, and the food is still waiting for them in the kitchen, but you suppose that’s easy clean up.

“I guess you two will be wanting to go to bed,” you sigh. “You’ve both got to get up at six, right?”

“I’m sorry,” Joshua matches your exacerbated tone, and he’s frowning while looking down at you. “I know you hate it when we miss dinner.”

“It’s alright,” you assure him, gently smoothing your hands along his broad chest before giving him a small pat and pulling away. “This is part of the job. I’ve got to go put the food away.”

“We should have texted you,” Jeonghan offers, “but it was a mad scramble at the firm.”

“Like I said, it’s alright,” you smile softly. “You’ve had long days, go relax, I’ll meet you in the bedroom when I’m done in the kitchen.”

With a nod, Joshua heads down the hall, but Jeonghan lingers. “I’ll help you clean up,” he tells you after a moment of consideration.

“Thank you.” 

The two of you relocate to the kitchen. It’s late, and like your boyfriends, you’re also moving a little slower than normal. 

It helps to have another set of hands, even if they’re on your hips while Jeonghan presses himself against your back. “Looks like you made a great dinner tonight, gorgeous. I’m extra sorry we missed it.”

“You really don’t have to keep apologizing,” you laugh, carefully putting the food into containers to be put in the fridge. “Besides, you can eat it tomorrow for lunch or something.”

“What would we do without you?” Jeonghan’s lips are on your neck, and the gentle kisses almost tickle, making your smile widen. 

“Eat bad food or starve?” you suggest.

Jeonghan grins against your throat. “Lucky we have you then, hmm?”

“Very lucky,” you agree. 

“Listen, I’m going to go have a shower…” Jeonghan holds you tighter, and you can feel his cock pressing against your ass through his pants. “Want to come join me?”

You push your butt back towards the horny man you call your lover, grinning at his behavior. “What about Joshua?” 

“You know Joshie likes morning showers after the gym. He won’t join us. In fact…” Jeonghan’s nose traces across your throat, his breath hot, “I bet he’s already asleep.”

“You think?”

Jeonghan hums. “He almost passed out in the car ride home. Trust me, we should let him rest.”

“We’ll have to be quiet though,” you point out. “We wouldn’t want to wake him.”

“I can be quiet,” Jeonghan smirks, “can you?” 

You love it when he challenges you like this, and you give a quick nod.

“Good,” he pulls away from your back, giving your ass a light smack. “Meet me in the bathroom, gorgeous.”

You’re just about done in the kitchen, and when you head down the hall to the guest bathroom, Jeonghan already has the shower running. 

The room is filling with steam, and his suit is neatly folded on the sink. Joshua’s forced Jeonghan into the habit of taking care of his clothes, and the sight of your wild boyfriend being neat always makes you giggle.

You’re wearing a cute little ‘housewife dress’ as Jeonghan would call it, and it’s easy enough for you to slip off. The underwear set adorning your body was one you’d chosen with the hope of someone else tearing it off, but you suppose doing it yourself before getting fucked in the shower is a decent compromise. 

Soon, you’re naked and opening the glass door to join Jeonghan in one of his favourite sex locations.

Jeonghan’s always been beautiful, but there’s something almost ethereal about the way he looks when there’s water cascading over his perfect skin. He turns as you enter, eyes scanning over your body as a smile appears on his lips. 

“Hi gorgeous,” he greets you, grabbing your waist to tug you tight to his front, capturing his cock between your bodies.

“I can’t believe you’re already hard,” you giggle, enjoying how easy it is to turn him on.

“I’ve been fighting a stiffy since lunch time when you sent me that picture of the new lingerie Joshua bought you. He might have forgotten about it and gone to sleep, but I’ve been thinking about fucking you all day.” 

“Is that so?” you tease, wrapping your arms around his shoulders while he pulls you half under the spray of warm water. “Is this what you were imagining?”

“I was imagining tag teaming you with Joshua, but when work ran late… this is exactly what I started to have in mind.”

“You like having me all to yourself, don’t you, Hannie?” 

“I’m not gonna lie,” his fingers dig into your hips, “as much as sharing you with Joshie is fun, I do enjoy having you to myself every once in a while.” 

“So now that you have me to yourself, what can I do for you, Mister Yoon?” You press your body forward, applying pressure to his cock. “I know you had such a long, hard day-”

“My day isn’t the only thing that’s long and hard,” Jeonghan smirks at you.

“I’m very aware of that, Mister Yoon. Shall I take care of it for you?” You love playing the part of sexy assistant, and he deserves it after the day he’s had.

Jeonghan lets out a groan. “Have I told you how fucking sexy you are today?”

“No, but I’d love to hear it while I suck you off, Mister Yoon,” you grin, pulling away from him so you can get down onto your knees.

“You always love being praised when you have your mouth full, isn’t that right, gorgeous?” Jeonghan’s eyes are fixed on you as you wrap your fingers around the base of his cock, and his hand moves down to push your hair out of your face.

“Of course, Mister Yoon, love to be praised by you.” 

“Yeah,” Jeonghan sighs as your tongue teases the head of his cock. “I’m the good one, and Joshua always gets to be the bad one with degradation. Are you sure I can’t call you my wonderful little cockwhore?”

“I think that’s still bordering on praise, Hannie,” you grin, breaking your game of assistant to ‘Mister Yoon’ for a moment to appreciate your boyfriend. Jeonghan can never be that rough with you, and his dirty talk always includes praise, even when he’s trying to be more of an asshole.

“It’s just hard not to compliment you,” he says, groaning when you take him into your mouth. “You always feel so good.”  

With your mouth full, there’s no way to verbally respond, but the moan you let out sends a shiver of pleasure through your lover. 

“Fuck, you feel like magic, gorgeous,” Jeonghan tells you, his voice breathy. “Always so good at sucking me off- who taught you how to be so good at sucking cock?”

Technically, he did. Jeonghan’s never been one to shy away from giving you instructions on what feels best, but to be fair, it’s never taken that much for you to get him to the edge either. 

He likes it when you move your tongue along his shaft, and he goes crazy for the sounds of pleasure you make when Joshua fucks you silly while you suck on him. But Joshua’s not here tonight, so you slip your own hand between your legs, rubbing your wet pussy with eager fingers.

“I guess we’re both horny, huh? I can’t complain. We both know I love watching my gorgeous girl touch herself. I’m not sure where to focus, on your mouth, or your hand.” 

You’re not sure where to focus either. Part of you wants to lean in to blowing Jeonghan, but another part of you feels so good to be touched after so many hours being home alone. It’s clear you’ve both needed this, both needed a release, and you know it won’t be long until both of you are cumming.

“Fuck, keep doing that,” Jeonghan moans when you swirl your tongue around his cock, taking him deeper into your mouth. “Keep doing that for me, good girl, good girl.” 

You whimper at the praise, rubbing circles on your clit that have jitters of pleasure erupting through your body. 

“I’ve been wanting this all day, gorgeous,” Jeonghan tells you, hips rutting forward to push his cock deeper into the back of your throat. “I’m not going to last long, and I don’t want to be in your mouth when I cum.” 

You pull off his cock, free hand stroking his shaft while you continue to rub your pussy. You blink up at Jeonghan. “Are you going to fuck me, Mister Yoon?”

“Of course gorgeous, now stop touching that pretty pussy and stand up for me.” 

You’re on your feet not a moment later, and Jeonghan gently pushes you so your back is against the wall. He kisses you hard, one hand reaching down to hike your thigh onto his hip, spreading you open for the cock that rubs between your pussy lips.

You whimper when his length brushes by your clit, and your boyfriend smiles against your mouth. “Ready for me?” he asks. “You don’t need me to get on my knees and return the favour first?”

“Definitely not,” you say quickly, “just want you inside of me.”

“You got it, gorgeous.” 

With one quick adjustment, the head of his cock is pressing into your entrance and you’re both letting out moans of pleasure, although yours is much louder than Jeonghan’s.  

“Shh!” he reprimands you with a laugh, slapping his hand over your mouth. “Joshie’s sleeping, remember?”

Honestly, part of you had forgotten. You’d been so enraptured in Jeonghan that Joshua hadn’t even been on your mind. 

You can’t help but smile against your boyfriend’s palm, but when he thrusts into you, your eyebrows furrow and another moan slips out of you, this time it’s muffled by Jeonghan.

“Fuck you’re so wet, and I know it’s not just from the shower,” Jeonghan groans. “Who made you this wet?”

His hand makes your response almost unintelligible, but as far as you’re both concerned, it’s a clear ‘you did.’ 

The feeling of Jeonghan’s chest pressing up against your sensitive nipples, the water from the shower making you both slippery- well, it’s absolutely wonderful. You’ve always loved fucking your hotshot lawyer boyfriend in the shower, and you completely lose yourself in the pleasure he provides.

As he fucks you harder, Jeonghan gets tired of muffling your sounds with his hand, and his mouth replaces it on your lips. His tongue invades you, and the whimpers that escape you are eaten up by your boyfriend.

He’s making his own pretty sounds, and they’re music to your ears. You like to know you make Jeonghan feel good, and his moans and groans have always been a huge turn on.

He breaks your kiss much too quickly for your liking, moving his mouth to your throat. “I’m close,” he tells you, teeth dragging by your skin. “Tell me you’re close too-”

“I am,” you confirm, gripping his wet shoulders tighter as you close your eyes and rest your head back against the cold tile. “You fuck me so well, Mister Yoon.”

“Fuck,” Jeonghan moans, rutting into you even faster. “Rub your clit, want you to cum as hard as I’m about to.”

One of your hands slips between your bodies, seeking out the sensitive nub that makes your whole body tingle. “Kiss me!” you beg, needing his mouth to muffle the sounds of pleasure that are definitely going to get louder now-

Jeonghan kisses you and takes your breath away. You completely give in to the feeling of euphoria that builds in your core, and the way you moan into each other’s mouths tells you that you’re both getting closer and closer-

You know Jeonghan well enough now to know the pitch of groan he makes when he cums, and you reach your highs together, lip locked in your shower while Joshua rests in the bedroom down the hall.

Jeonghan fucks you through your orgasm, and when you’re both done, he helps you put your foot back down on the floor, steadying you with two hands. 

“You’re amazing,” he tells you, as the two of you wash your bodily fluids from your skin under the hot water.

“No, you are,” you insist. “You had a long day and you still fucked me, I wasn’t sure if I was going to get laid tonight.” 

“I live to serve,” Jeonghan teases, turning you in his arms so your back is to his chest. His lips press kisses against your shoulder. “The court case will be over soon, even though this was fun, I know you usually like more,” - and by more, he means threesomes with Joshua - “I promise we’ll make it up to you when we’re done with the trial.” 

Jeonghan always keeps his promises.

The two of you dry up and head to the bedroom wrapped in towels. 

Joshua’s laying on the mattress, under the duvet. He’s adorned in a silky sleeping shirt, part of a set you’d got him for his birthday last year. There’s a sleep mask over his eyes too, and you think he must be in dreamland-

But as you and Jeonghan tiptoe to the closet to get dressed for bed, Joshua lets out a sigh, and one word slips past his lips that makes you realize he’s been awake this whole time; “Filthy.”

You feel like a kid on Christmas morning when your boyfriends arrive back from court after the last day of their hearing. Joshua’s visibly more relaxed than he has been in weeks, and his happy expression tells you that they probably won their case, which is good news for you.

He pulls you into an embrace, cupping your face and kissing you. You can practically feel the emotion pouring out of him, his love for you, his need-

And Jeonghan’s just as eager to get a piece of you, pressing his chest up to your back and grabbing at your hips.

There’s something long and hard rubbing against your ass, and you can’t help but pull away from Joshua to drop your favourite lawyer pickup line to the man behind you; “Is that a gavel in your pants? Or are you just happy to see me?” 

“Both,” Jeonghan practically purs, his mouth hot against your neck. “Think you can handle it?” 

Joshua watches your expression, and he lets out a small chuckle at the way your eyes widen. “He’s being serious about the gavel.” It must be obvious you’re in shock. “I told him not to do this-”

“Nah, she’s going to love this,” Jeonghan insists, reaching into his pocket to pull out the little wooden hammerlike tool that judges use to maintain order in the court and make rulings. “I can use it to stretch you open, you know, get you prepped to take something bigger.”

Jeonghan rubs his cock against your ass again and you realize what he’s suggesting. 

You’re not sure how, exactly, the routine ended up being the way it is, but Joshua always ends up monopolizing on your pussy while Jeonghan fucks around with your ass. Although he’s never fucked around with your ass using a wooden gavel.

“Come on, gorgeous,” Jeonghan teases the tool along your arm. “What do you say?”

“First…” you swallow thickly, “I wanna know where you even got that thing.” You grab at the gavel and Jeonghan lets you take it, testing the weight in your hand.

“A judge owed my family a favour,” Jeonghan says simply. 

“Won’t they get in trouble?” 

The man behind you shrugs. “Gavels go missing all the time.”

“I told you she wouldn’t like it,” Joshua smirks knowingly. “We don’t have to use it if you don’t want to.”

As much as Joshua can be a bit of a dickhead in the bedroom, he still classifies himself as a gentleman in his day to day life, and giving you the space to make choices for yourself is part of that.

“It’s okay,” you assure them, taking a shaky breath. “He can use it on me… we all know Jeonghan quickly gets tired of using toys.”

“See?” Jeonghan grins, pressing a kiss to your cheek, “I told you she’d say yes. What did you call her the other night? Filthy? I told you our filthy girl would let me use the gavel on her.” 

Joshua makes a sound of annoyance in the back of his throat. “I’m pretty sure I called you both filthy. Fucking in the shower while I was trying to sleep- I still haven’t gotten either of you back for that.”

“You’re about to get back at us now,” Jeonghan insists.

“Really?” Joshua’s brows raise. “How’s that?”

“You’re about to be balls deep in the best pussy you’ve ever had.”

“And how does that get back at you?” Joshua presses.

The man behind you shrugs, grinding against your bum. “I only get to enjoy her ass.”

The ‘gentleman’ rolls his eyes. “Key word enjoy. We both know you love her ass.” 

“Okay, I do love her ass,” Jeonghan concedes, “and if we keep talking about it instead of letting me fuck it, I’m gonna be pissed, so how about we take this to the bedroom?”

You look at Joshua, waiting for your more controlling lover to decide what comes next. 

With one final sigh, Joshua bends down and throws you over his shoulder, making you squeal and wrap your hand tighter around the gavel. You thank god for how much he’s been going to the gym before work lately- the manhandling he does always makes you wetter beyond belief, and your panties are already sticking to your core.

Jeonghan follows the two of you to the bedroom with a grin, and you find yourself shaking your head at him. “I can’t believe you brought a gavel home.”

“It’s sexy,” he insists.

“Are you sure about that?” You jokingly bring the gavel down on your hand and Jeonghan audibly moans.

“Yes, your honour, absolutely positive.” 

Joshua snickers below you, and you find yourself grinning at Jeonghan. It really doesn’t take much to get him turned on, and you should have known he’d have a thing for you being a naughty judge of sorts.

“Careful, Counsel,” you tut, using more lawyer lingo on him, “or I’ll sentence you to eating me out before you get your dick wet.”

“Sentence me then, I’m guilty, and I need to be punished.” 

You and Jeonghan release giggles, enjoying the playful banter, but Joshua doesn’t seem so impressed. He tosses you onto the bed, looking down at you with an exasperated expression. “Neither of you take law seriously.”

“We’re off the clock, Josh,” Jeonghan grins, patting his friend on the shoulder. “Lighten up a little.”

“I’m never going to be able to look at a gavel the same way again after this,” Joshua sighs.

Jeonghan’s grin only widens. “That’s the point, popping stiffies in the court room is good for your exhibitionism kink. Tell me I’m wrong.”

“You’re wrong.”  

“Joshua,” you lock eyes with the more stoic of your lovers, “I’ve missed you.”

The lawyer visibly relaxes, shoulders falling as he takes a deep breath. “I’ve missed you too,” he confesses, putting a knee onto the bed between your legs, hands finding the mattress on either side of your head while he presses his lips to your own.

He’s always been a fabulous kisser, and you hadn’t realized how much you’ve needed him in the past few weeks. Sure, he’s fucked you a number of times, but part of his head is always somewhere else, somewhere working.

There’s nothing in the world like having Joshua Hong’s full attention, especially when he’s pinning you beneath his large body-

“So I guess I’m just standing here and watching tonight?” Jeonghan’s voice is laced with annoyance, and Joshua matches the sentiment when he pulls his lips from your own, looking over his shoulder at his friend.

“Be patient,” Joshua snaps. “And I thought you were a vouyer, don’t tell me you’re not enjoying this.”

“Fine,” Jeonghan swings the gavel in his hand. “Maybe I’m enjoying this a little, but I’m tired from working too, and we don’t have all night.”

“We do have all night,” Joshua insists. “It’s not my fault you insisted on waking up early to eat out your precious, little miss gorgeous while I got more rest. If you’re tired you can have a nap.”

Jeonghan narrows his eyes at the man still pinning you to the bed. Then he swings the gavel again. “I’m going to go grab the lube.”

“You do that.” Joshua’s lips are back on yours a moment later, and you find yourself smiling into the kiss. 

You’ve always enjoyed their unique dynamic, the push and pull between the men who have captured your heart. If someone asked you which of the two you like better, you’d tell them it’s impossible to choose, and that’s the truth.

With your legs around Joshua’s hips, it’s as easy as ever for him to grind down against you, and you moan at the feeling. Your fingers tangle in his hair, tugging gently to work pretty sounds out of him as well.

“I need you naked,” Joshua tells you, grabbing at the pretty dress you’d worn to celebrate the closing of their high stress case. 

“Then take this off of me,” you suggest, “but please be gentle.”

Your boyfriend smirks. “Only with the dress.” His large hands smooth up your thighs, pushing the fabric up to your hips. “And these cute panties.” His fingers tug gently at the waistband of your thong, letting the material snap back against your skin before he continues lifting the dress from your body. 

Now all that stands between him and you is the set you’d worn, and he takes a moment to appreciate it. A sigh passes from between his lips, and Joshua’s eyes take in your form, hands going to caress your breasts through your bra.

“Look at our pretty little present,” he smiles, pressing a kiss to your collar bone before moving down. “It would be a shame to take this off before Jeonghan sees it.”

As much as the two of your boyfriends bicker, they can still be quite considerate of each other, and it makes your panties even wetter against your core.

“Flavoured lube or regu-” Jeonghan’s returned from where you keep all your sex paraphernalia, and his question cuts off. You can tell he’s as bewitched by your bra and pantie set as Joshua is, and it makes your heart swell with pride. “Fuck, gorgeous, you look…”

“Perfect,” Joshua groans, biting at the lacey detailing of your bra. “How’d we ever get so lucky?”

“Well, I brought her around after a date and you decided you wanted in on the situation,” Jeonghan retorts, making you smile, “that’s how we got lucky.”

“I’m still not going to apologize for it,” Joshua breathes, smiling as he presses more chaste kisses to the swell of your breasts. “It’s not my fault you weren’t satisfying her.”

“Hey!” you and Jeonghan both protest, and with one harsh push at Joshua’s shoulders, he allows you to roll so you’re now on top of him.

“What?” he grins, as if he hadn’t just said anything wrong.

“You know what,” you chastise him, trailing your fingers along his chest before moving to the buttons of his shirt. “Don’t be rude.”

“Sorry, baby, you know I’m only playing.”

“So she gets an apology but I don’t?” Jeonghan tuts, approaching the bed.

“And don’t pretend you’re only playing,” you scold Joshua. “Those were fighting words.”

“Fighting words.” The man beneath you only smiles wider, but he doesn’t try to argue. 

The mattress dips as Jeonghan joins behind you, his lips seeking out your shoulder. “I brought regular lube,” he tells you, going back to the matter at hand. “Unless you want me to get the cherry one and eat your ass.”

When he’d first started saying lines like this one, you’d thought he was joking, then it had seemed something of a threat, but now, you think Jeonghan might actually want to eat your ass, something you’re not particularly interested in tonight.

“Hannie,” you sigh, ditching your task with Joshua’s shirt buttons to reach behind you and thread your fingers through your other lover’s hair. 

“What?” Jeonghan smiles against your shoulder, and you find it almost comical how he and Joshua have so many of the same mannerisms. They’re two sides of the same coin, and you’re so lucky you don’t have to ever choose head or tails.

“Just help me with my bra,” you instruct, grinding down against Joshua and feeling needy beyond belief. 

“You got it, gorgeous.” Jeonghan’s fingers undo the clasp, and the material goes slack. Two sets of hands work to pull it off your body, and then those hands are clashing to get a good grip on your boobs.

Joshua ends up grabbing your left one, and Jeonghan settles for the right. In unison, they go to pinch your nipples, and you throw your head back, releasing a moan of delight. 

“You both feel so good,” you tell them, grinding down on Joshua even harder. 

“Going to feel even better in a minute,” Jeonghan promises, “but we’ve got to get your panties off first.”

You’re in a very difficult position to follow through removing your underwear, as you’re still straddling Joshua, and you go to lift yourself up- only for Jeonghan to reach down and grab onto your thong. 

You begin to tell him off with a “Don’t-” but Jeonghan’s already tearing the flimsy fabric off your body, ruining the panties forever. 

Disappointment floods through you, and Joshua immediately sits up in an attempt to sooth you. 

“You warned me to be gentle with your clothes, but you never warned him,” Joshua reminds you, pressing a kiss to your nipple. “We’ll buy you new ones.”

“Promise?” you pout, steadying your hands on his shoulders.

“Promise,” Jeonghan confirms, reaching around you so he can cup your pussy, fingers teasing past your clit. “You just look so sexy and needy on top of Josh, I didn’t want to make any of us wait any longer.”

“That’s because you’re impatient,” Joshua reprimands him, and it’s a common statement made in your household. 

Jeonghan doesn’t even bother to defend himself, instead slipping two fingers into your wet core. “Ride my hand, gorgeous?”

You let out a frustrated groan, but do as you’re told. 

There’s something so insanely sexy about straddling Joshua while he sucks on your nipples and Jeonghan’s hand presses between your bodies, long fingers buried deep inside of you-

You swivel your hips and moans begin to slip out of you. 

When Jeonghan begins rutting against your ass, aiding you in grinding against his hand, it almost becomes too much, and you whimper loudly.

“Close already? Jeonghan asks, lips ghosting by your throat.

“I’ve missed being between you like this,” you admit, focusing on the pleasure that surges through you at being in the exact position you’ve been deprived of for a little over a week. Their schedules simply haven’t lined up lately, and it feels like heaven to finally be exactly where you’ve always wanted to be; pressed between Joshua and Jeonghan.

“That’s our filthy girl,” Joshua grins, large hand coming up to grope your breast and tease your nipple again. “You look so good like this.”

“Joshie-” you whimper, his praise going straight to your core.

“Love the way you squeeze my fingers when he talks dirty to you like this,” Jeonghan moans, licking at your sweet spot and sending a shiver up your spine. 

“Come on, baby,” Joshua encourages you, “I want you to cum while riding his hand.”

“While he sucks on your perfect nipples,” Jeonghan adds. “I’ve got such a good view.”

You’re so lucky they’re both voyeurs who enjoy watching you get pleased by each other, and you allow yourself to get lost in the feeling. Jeonghan continues to rut against your ass, helping you grind down on his hand while he applies more pressure to your clit with his palm.

More moans of pleasure escape you, and you can feel both men smiling at the sounds. “That’s it,” Joshua breathes, “let go for us, the quicker you cum, the quicker I can be inside you. You want me inside, right?”

“Uh huh,” you whimper, eyes closed as you work your way closer and closer-

“Just like that,” Jeonghan tells you, “you’re so perfect for us-”

It’s the final line of praise that makes the cord in your stomach snap, and you let out a gasp as you find your release. You quiver between your boyfriends, motions faltering, but Jeonghan takes over for you, thrusting his fingers into your core and rubbing at your clit to work you through your high.

All you can do is latch onto Joshua’s shoulders as an anchor and enjoy the feeling of being worshipped, the feeling of being pressed between two men who love you more than almost anything in the world. 

Some part of you is a little bitter that their work still comes first, but this is proof enough that as soon as a case is over, you get to cum too. 

As far as orgasms go, however, this is just an appetizer. Jeonghan’s fingers are great, but they’re nothing compared to having two cocks buried inside of you, and as soon as you’re done cumming, you’re pushing at Joshua’s shoulders for space.

“Lay down,” you tell him, “I need to get your dick out.”

Joshua laughs but does as he’s told, tearing his shirt off before resting back against the bed with a smile. 

“You get his dick out,” Jeonghan says, “and I’m going to lube up the handle of this gavel.”

He can be such a weirdo, but he’s your weirdo, and you love him endlessly.

You’re attention is focused on Joshua, who lifts his hips a little to help you get his pants down, and you let out a moan when his cock slaps up against his abdomen.

You’re not sure what you ever did to deserve two men with such pretty cocks, and it’s almost a shame that in this position you can’t blow him. You promise yourself to give him good head another time soon, for his benefit or your own, you’re not quite sure.

Wrapping your hand around Joshua, you guide him to your wet core. 

Sinking down on him makes you both groan loudly, and as soon as he’s inside, you collapse against his strong chest to press your lips to his.

Joshua grabs your hips, fingers digging into your skin. 

If it was just the two of you, you have no doubt he’d be fucking you already, that he’d be rutting up to meet you and helping you bounce on his cock- but you’re both highly aware of Jeonghan at your rear. 

Any time Jeonghan does butt stuff with you, Joshua settles for cock warming while his friend works you open, and it gives you lots of time to enjoy his pretty lips and the tongue that glides by your own.

“I’ve gotta say it, gorgeous,” Jeonghan sighs, “you’ve got the prettiest ass I’ve ever seen.” 

Coming from an assman like Jeonghan, it’s a huge compliment, and you always appreciate his praise. No man has ever made you feel as proud of your asshole as Jeonghan has, and it’s always a somewhat comical experience, but one you love nonetheless.

“I’m about to ruin this gavel,” the assman at your rear tells you, giving you the space to back out, but you’re much too deep in this to go back now. 

When you respond with a loud moan, still lip locked with Joshua, Jeonghan brings the lubed up tip of the handle to your hole, gently pressing it inside.

You’ve become accustomed to butt stuff while dating these two men, and the feeling is one that you’ve learned to love. Even though it’s just the first inch of the handle, slowly teasing your hole, it feels amazing to have Jeonghan working your ass open while Joshua’s buried balls deep in your pussy.

“Fuck, this looks-” Jeonghan groans, “insane. Joshie, you’re really missing out.”

Joshua only chuckles against your lips, and you wonder if he’s thinking the same thing about Jeonghan missing out on your pussy. 

The handle of the gavel presses deeper into your ass and you feel yourself clench around both of your intrusions. 

Joshua lets out a groan, reaching to cup your bum and spread your cheeks for his friend.

“Shit, yeah, that’s good,” Jeonghan tells you. “This looks-”

“Insane,” Joshua finishes for his friend, pulling away from your mouth to glare over your shoulder, “we know. Hurry up so I can actually start fucking her.”

“I want to play a little more though,” you can hear the pout on Jeonghan’s words. “It’s only two inches deep.”

“Hannie,” you groan. “Please-”

“Just a little more,” Jeonghan insists, pulling the gavel out of your ass only to press it back in. The feeling makes your toes curl, and Joshua lets out a grunt below you when your pussy clenches around him again.

“Fuck,” Joshua cusses, releasing one of your ass cheeks only to bring his hand down on it with a harsh slap. All three of you moan and the flash of pain makes your toes curl again. 

“Joshie-” you whimper, burying your face against his neck.

“Another?” Joshua asks, not bothering for an answer before he’s spanking you again.

Jeonghan moans. “Holy shit-” The gavel is toyed around your ass, and then it’s being removed. “Fine, have it your way.”

You feel the gavel being tossed onto the bed, and then there’s a scuffle of pants and a cap being clicked. You can hear Jeonghan lubing up his cock, and he lets out a hiss at the sensation. “Ready for me, gorgeous?”

“Yes, please,” you whimper, arching your back to make things easier for the assman behind you.

“I’ve said it before, and I’ll say it again,” Joshua groans, spreading your asscheeks with two large, warm hands, “You’re both filthy.” 

“Don’t act as if you don’t love this,” Jeonghan tuts, pressing the head of his cock to your hole. The tip slips into you and you cry out, earning a soothing touch of Jeonghan’s hand over your spine. “Relax, gorgeous, this is going to feel amazing.”

It already does, but you focus on your breathing as Jeonghan slides his lubed cock deeper into your ass.

“Okay, okay,” Jeonghan swallows thickly, “let’s start to move.”

“Thank fuck,” Joshua groans, grabbing onto your hips to anchor you above him for his first real thrust-

They move in unison, and the feeling of being stuffed makes you cry out in pleasure, grabbing onto Joshua’s shoulders. 

You love how you don’t have to do anything. Pressed between Jeonghan and Joshua, you give up all control. Their push pull relationship is never more evident as it is now, and they wordlessly work together in a way that has your toes curling and your eyes clenching shut.

“Fuck, fuck-” you whimper loudly and it only makes your boyfriends laugh.

“Hang in there, gorgeous, we just started,” Jeonghan warns you.

“You’re so tight, baby,” Joshua groans, “such a filthy little whore for being stuffed.”

You kind of love it when he calls you a filthy little whore, and your pussy throbs with pleasure-

“Shit, are you going to cum?” Joshua laughs. “Our filthy little whore is going to cum already?”

“It just feels so good,” you whimper. “Feels so full-”

“That’s the way you like it,” Jeonghan says, and you can hear him smiling. Then his hand comes down on your ass and you let out a yelp, clenching again-

“Fuck-” Joshua groans loudly. “If you keep squeezing me like that, I’m not going to last either-”

“Aw,” Jeonghan teases, “is our stoic little lawyer boy going to cum already?”

“Fuck off,” Joshua growls, fingers digging into your hips while he fucks up into you even faster. 

“It was just a question,” Jeonghan insists, but you can hear his own voice faltering with effort. 

“Unlike you, I’ve been focused on the case,” the man below you argues. “Excuse me for being sensitive after not being in this perfect pussy for three days.”

“You chose sleep over fucking, not my fault,” Jeonghan retorts. 

“Please,” you groan, “stop arguing.” 

“We both know if she cums, we cum,” Joshua continues, disregarding your plea. “Don’t act like you’d be able to stop yourself-”

“Hannie-” You turn your attention to the man in your ass, hoping he’ll see reason and end this bickering, but of course he wants the last word. 

“Be patient, Joshie.” 

“Fuck,” Joshua groans loudly, bucking up into you wildly.

“I’m so close-” you whine, needing to draw their attention to you somehow. Besides, it’s the truth, and you can feel your orgasm rising in your core again-

“Shit,” Jeonghan grabs your ass roughly. “Can you hold it?”

“I don’t think so-” you admit, pressing your lips against Joshua’s throat in an effort to distract yourself.

The man under you shudders, and you know he’s just as close as you are to reaching his end. 

“Please, Hannie,” you moan desperately, “I want to be full, please fill me up, please-”

Jeonghan lets out a shaky breath, and when he speaks, his voice is near a whisper; “Order in the court.” 

“Fuck order,” Joshua says, a major statement coming from him, “cum with me baby, come on, cum with me.” 

That’s all it takes for your orgasm to take over, and you let out a strangled gasp as it slams into you. You feel yourself clamp down on both men, and Joshua moans loudly in your ear as he reaches his own high.

His hips falter ever so slightly, and you can feel him filling you up with his cum while Jeonghan releases cusses behind you, fingers digging into your hips as he’s thrown over the edge too.

Being double stuffed is one thing, but being double filled is another, and it feels like absolute heaven. If there’s ever a night to get noise complaints, it’s going to be tonight, as the sound of three people reaching cloud nine together rings through the room.

The two men fuck you until they can’t anymore, until you’re all breathing heavily and nearly overstimulated. 

You’re already collapsed against Joshua’s chest, and Jeonghan slumps down against your back, breath hot against your neck. 

The three of you lay there for a short while, trying to slow your racing hearts. Then Joshua lets out a sigh. “Did you really say ‘order in the court’ during sex?”

“Did you really say ‘fuck order’?” Jeonghan retorts.

God, you love these men.

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You’d guessed there was a plan brewing when Joshua messaged you around lunch time to let you know he’d forgotten the meal you’d prepped for him. Out of your two boyfriends, Joshua’s not the type to forget things, least of all lunch, and especially not on a day where he’s not completely overwhelmed by a case.

It would be as easy as anything for him to send Soonyoung out to grab him food, so the fact that he’s messaged you to ask you to come down to the office tells you there will be more to your lunchour than just being an errand girl.

You don’t mind taking a trip down to the lawfirm, and you adorn yourself in a cute dress Joshua always loves fucking you in. Your makeup is simple yet pretty, and you’re confident in yourself when you walk into the tall building your boyfriends work at.

It feels nice to get a few appreciative looks as you head through the lobby, and you even run into another attorney your boyfriend’s work with in the elevator. Seungcheol does his best not to look at your chest, but you catch his gaze dipping once or twice while you make simple conversation and explain to him that “Silly Joshie forgot his lunch” which is why you’re here to visit.

Seungcheol is even so nice as to walk you to Joshua’s office, and you can’t help but think it’s an excuse to look at your ass while you walk in front of him, side stepping litigation team members and waving to your acquaintance Vernon at his desk.  

When you reach Joshua’s luxurious corner office, you and Seungcheol are both a little shocked to find both of your boyfriends inside waiting for you. Joshua and Jeonghan look just as surprised to find Cheol as your escort.

“I uh, bumped into her in the elevator,” Seungcheol explains. “Wanted to make sure she found your office alright.”

You’re all aware that you’ve been here before, you know where your boyfriend’s office is, and Joshua cocks a brow at his friend. Instead of questioning Seungcheol’s motives, however, Joshua simply nods. “Thank you for showing her the way. Is that all?”

“Yeah,” Seungcheol coughs nervously, “I’ll see you both in the boardroom in an hour for our case debrief.”

“See you then,” Joshua confirms.

“Bye, Cheol,” Jeonghan lifts a few fingers to wave at his friend as he leaves you, shutting the office door firmly behind him. “Hi, gorgeous.”

“Hi, you two,” you laugh, practically skipping up to Joshua’s desk to set his lunch down and press a kiss to his lips. “Didn’t expect you both to be here.”

“Originally, I was going to try to get you alone,” Joshua admits, smiling down at you before his gaze shifts to Jeonghan. “But when he heard you were coming with lunch, he insisted on staying.”

“We all know you never ‘forget lunch,’ Joshie,” Jeonghan says simply. “I figured if there was a show going on in here, I’d want to see it. For a man who claims we’re the filthy ones, it’s awfully daring of you to invite our girlfriend to the firm to get your dick wet at lunchtime on a Tuesday.”

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The studio lights flickered on, bouncing off the polished floors and large mirrors, casting elongated shadows of the figures standing scattered across the room. Each shadow was cloaked in black cape like robes covering everything, masks hiding faces, making it impossible to tell who was member and who was staff. The boys of Seventeen were about to test Dino and Byeol's "detective skills" in the ultimate hide and seek challenge.

Since it was Dino's turn first, to make it fun, Byeol's decided to join among the "death eaters" gang. Even though it seemed like she's getting an advantage in observing the game first, she didn'r really care and just wanted to mess things up.

She let out a soft hum as she climbed up the stairs to the second floor, skipping nearby the a group of men in cloak and instantly perking up at the sight of s familiar man, who's face was hidden amongst his black colored cloak. Without hesitation, she walked over to him, tugging his cloak slightly.

"Hoshi Oppa," she softly called out.

Hoshi, who was stuck in own thoughts as he watched the second youngest yelling and talking to himself downstairs, swiveled in surprise to look at Byeol, not entirely expecting to get recognized that easily.

"You saw me? How?" He asked out of disbelief, though a soft smile tugged hidden behind his mask. He softly tugged upward the girl's hood, revealing the shining bright eyes behind it.

Byeol grinned cheekily, "I just know." She simply said. Hoshi quietly cooed and pinched the girl's cheeks softly. "Aigoo, our princess knows me very well."

"I thought you're not going to join us?" He asked, glancing back down to see Dino getting the wrong person... again.

Byeol glanced back down as well, leaning against the railing as she adjusted her hood. "Manager-nim, allowed me to join you guys just to fool around." She stated.

Hoshi snorted, "You're going to create trouble for him."

The girl shrugged with a mischievous expression, "That's literally my job,"

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She did exactly what she was made to do. Be the actual distraction. When Dino was about to grab a hold of Woozi, she somehow intercepted him, walking like what Woozi would do and flexing his biceps. At first, Dino got confused and thought it was Woozi but then realized how petite and short the person was.

"Aish, what are you even doing? It's not even your round yet!" Dino whined, trying to move around to find his target.

Byeol's shoulders shook as she tried her best to not laugh as she chased after Dino, blocking his way again and doing the love shot dance move that only Joshua would've done. She could hear laughter coming from some people from the seas of black cloaked men.

Amongst them was Joshua, who was trying his best to hold his laughter. "This kid," he muttered.

After fooling around for a bit, Byeol started hiding again since Dino was seriously getting bad at guessing people, plus she was already getting a bit hungry. She glanced around for a bit, trying to look among the group of cloaked men to see if she knew anyone there. Then her eyes landed on two familiar man talking to each other. Without thinking, her feet started moving towards the two.

The8 leaned towards DK, "He's taking way too long," he stated.

"The8?" DK leaned back in surprised to hear The8's voice.

"Yes,"

"How'd you know it was me?"

"I could tell right away," The8 shrugged. He turned his towards the new comer, who was a bit shorter than the men around them.

"The8 Oppa? DK Oppa?" She asked, hoping that her gut was right.

"Woah, you two are good at guessing," DK gawked at the two, laughing quietly afterwards. He placed a hand on Byeol's head, patting it softly. "It's good to see you Byeol-lie."

Byeol giggled, "It's good to see you too, Oppa. I'm getting a bit hungry."

The8 snorted, poking the girl's sides teasingly, which made him laugh as she started smacking his hands away. "Yah! You're going to lose your position." She playfully hissed at him.

"I don't care," he laughed.

"I am hearing conversation over here. Byeol-ah?" S.Coups suddenly appeared out of nowhere, already tired following Dino around.

"Ne," She said, turning around to face the team's leader. She held onto her camera, slightly showcasing her pouted lips under the cloak

"Do you want snacks? I brought some with me and they're at my bag. Do you want to me to ask the staff to get it?" He said with a soft tone that he would only use on their maknae.

Byeol's eyes sparkled and started nodding immediately. "Yes please, Oppa. Thank you."

Even under the mask, you could tell he was smiling.

"Stay here," he said.  "Don't run around too much."

Byeol nodded obediently, grinning happily to herself that she'll get snacks. The8 smiled, "He's so whipped for you. I swear Byeol, if you wanted some fries, he would definitely buy the whole branch just so you could have it."

"Don't give him suggestions," She whispered. "I'm already trying to stop him from buying me a car. He's seriously thinking of wanting matching ferrari cars with him."

"And you don't want that?" DK said with wide eyes. She gave him a deadpanned expression before her expression changed when Dino started approaching them.

"Oi, I can see you three. Mingyu, Hoshi, and Woozi." Dino laughed, pointing at their way before looking around once more. "Where the heck is Vernon?"

The three glanced at each other with a deadpanned expression. He honestly sucks at the game.

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"Byeol-ah, your oppa wanted to give you your snacks."

Byeol immediately perked up at the sound of her name, her head snapping toward the direction of the voice. One of their managers was approaching her, holding a small stash of snacks in his arms.

Her eyes practically lit up.

"Oh! Kamsahamnida!" she said quickly, bowing as she reached out to take them. She bowed once more out of habit, her smile already breaking through as she clutched the snacks close to her chest like they were treasure.

Without wasting another second, she turned on her heel and skipped toward the stairs, her cloak swaying behind her. The chaos from below faded slightly as she made her way up to the second floor, the noise turning into nothing more than distant echoes.

"WHY IS THIS SO HARD?!" Dino's voice rang out from downstairs. Byeol snorted under her breath but kept walking.

Once she reached the top, she glanced around, scanning for the perfect spot. Her eyes landed on a quiet corner near the railings, just far enough to stay hidden, but close enough to watch everything unfold below.

"Perfect," she murmured.

She carefully settled down on the floor, crossing her legs as her cloak pooled around her. One by one, she laid out her snacks beside her and her camera down. She removed her mask, showcasing her wide smile. She quietly cheered at the camera.

"Finally..." she whispered dramatically, peeling it open like she had been waiting her whole life for this moment.

She took a bite.

Instant satisfaction.

Her shoulders relaxed as she leaned slightly against the wall, chewing contentedly. For a brief moment, she looked completely at peace like she wasn't in the middle of a chaotic filming set.

Then—

"AH! WAIT— STOP MOVING!"

"Oi hurry up and just choose!"

And then afterwards, there was a loud crash. Byeol paused mid-chew.

Slowly, she leaned forward, peeking through the railing. Below, Dino had just run into something... again.

She blinked.

Then quietly giggled, quickly covering her mouth with the back of her hand, careful not to drop her chocolate.

"Aigoo..." she mumbled, shaking her head. "He's really struggling..."

She took another bite, eyes following Dino as he spun in circles, pointing at random people like he was trying to guess correctly through sheer willpower alone.

"Seungcheol!" Dino shouted.

Wrong.

"Joshua!"

Wrong again.

Byeol winced slightly, tilting her head.

"... Not even close," she whispered, amused.

She reached over, grabbing another snack absentmindedly while watching the scene like it was live entertainment. Her legs swung lightly back and forth as she leaned her chin on the railing, completely invested now.

At one point, Dino froze in the middle of the room, hands on his head.

"I'm being played..." he said slowly.

Byeol raised a brow from above. She cupped her hands around her lips, "You just realized that?" she said out loudly before turning around so that he wouldn't see her.

"Yah! Who said that?" She took another bite of her Snickers, humming softly in satisfaction.

Honestly?

This was the life.

Good snacks. Good view at the game.

And Dino suffering in the background.

She shifted slightly, getting more comfortable, pulling her cloak tighter around her as she settled in.

Another shout echoed.

"WHY ARE THERE SO MANY PEOPLE?!"

Byeol burst into quiet laughter again, shoulders shaking.

She wiped the corner of her eye, still smiling.

"He's going to be so mad later," she whispered, clearly not feeling guilty at all.

Still, her gaze softened just a little as she watched him keep trying, running back and forth, refusing to give up.

"But he really is trying," she admitted under her breath.

She popped the last piece of her Snickers into her mouth, chewing thoughtfully. Then, after a short pause, she reached for another snack. Footsteps approached her.

Byeol didn't bother turning around at first. She just assumed it was another staff member passing by. She continued eating, legs lightly swinging as she peeked through the railing again. Then a shadow stopped beside her.

She slowly turned her head, eyes narrowing slightly behind her hood. She looked at the man standing a few feet away from her.

The cloaked figure tilted his head a little, as if studying her. "Byeol?" he asked.

Her eyes widened immediately.

She sat up straighter, pulling her hood back just a little. "Huh? How'd you know??"

The figure crouched down beside her. Then he pointed at the small pile of snacks surrounding her.

"I just know." Vernon stated, smiling.

Byeol blinked. Then looked down at her snacks. Then back at him.

"...Yah," she said, half-offended, half-amused. "So it's because I'm eating?"

A quiet chuckle slipped past the mask.

"Only you would be up here having a full picnic during a game," Vernon replied calmly.

Byeol huffed, crossing her arms for a second before grabbing another snack anyway. "I was hungry."

"Obviously."

She sighed, opening a new pack of chips and pushed it towards his way. "Want some?"

Vernon shook his head in amusement and sat beside her, taking a few chips from her. The two sat in silence, while there were loud chattering down there.

"How long do you think this is going to last?" Vernon asked, she shrugged in reply.

"Very much longer." She said.

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"Hehe it's my turn!" Byeol stated, leaning her head over the railings as they've announced that the first round was done.

"Yah! You took way too long," S.Coups said, punching Dino's arm playfully.

"It was so hard find you all," Dino cried, before looking up and pointing at Byeol.

"You! Were you just there all this time?!" In que, Vernon stood right beside Byeol.

"She was eating her snacks by herself up here," he stated.

"Of course." Dino sighed with a deadpanned expression.

Byeol smiling innocently at all of them as they laughed, "What I was hungry!"

The two went downstairs to meet up with the others, and Byeol continued to share some of her snacks to her members and to the other staff.

"Byeol-ah, it's your turn." Hoshi stated, munching on a bar of snickers.

"I'm sure she'll get it right away. She knows us well." Mingyu stated, crossing his arms together.

"Wait, I'll just throw away my trash." Byeol immediately ran off to throw her trash so that she wouldn't forget to throw them later.

"Aigoo, our responsible maknae." Wonwoo cooed, watching as their kid ran off to throw her trashes away. She returned back to them, smiling widely and laughed as her hoodie was pushed back from the running. She glanced at them, grinning like a child.

"Okay, what do I do?"

Byeol basically spinned twenty times as the team changed their positions. She almost threw up at how fast she spun around. After recollecting her own thoughts, she gently held onto her camera and started roaming around the place.

"My first task is to find Joshua Oppa." She said, narrowing her eyes at the sea of black cloaked men, not noticing someone someone behind her. Without saying a word, the 'guy' started pushing his head down to her back, surprising her completely.

"Oh? Who's this?" She turned around to face the dude that was nudging his head at her, not saying anything. She stood there for a few moments before an idea came up to mind. "S.Coups Oppa?"

The guy kept on pushing his head at her, persistent that it wasn't him. Byeol laughed and shook her head, "I know it's you S.Coups Oppa. Sorry, but I'll find you later. I've got to search for Joshua Oppa."

"Don't go anywhere!" She gave him a small wave before walking away.

She skipped away from him but then stopped as another guy approached her, imitating a more funnier walk like what would Hoshi would do. She bursted out of laughter, "Oh? Who is this impersonating Hoshi Oppa?"

She glanced down at his shoes, narrowing her eyes at before glancing back at the person. "It's you." She said.

The person that was impersonating Hoshi froze for a bit and before he could walk away, Byeol had already grabbed a hold of his arm.

She smiled, "Got you, Joshua Oppa!"

From above, Woozi and The8 were watching the scene. The shorter of the two hummed as they watched Byeol dragged Joshua to the stage.

"She's good." He said, The8 glanced at him and smiled.

"She really knows us well."

"Okay, reveal yourself." Byeol said, shaking her hands in a more magical way.

The guy, removed its cloak, revealing a smiling Joshua Hong behind it. His eyes crinkled like stars as he did the reveal. "Wow Byeol-ah, I wasn't expecting for you to guess me that quickly."

She lowered her hands. The moment she saw his face, her entire expression lit up.

"I knew it!"

She stepped forward and hugged him without thinking.

Joshua chuckled, patting the girl's back. "Okay, okay. Let's celebrate later, you got more people to find."

Byeol sheepishly grinned, stepping away from the hug. "Oh, you're right." She said, adjusting her grip on the camera. She hooked arms with Joshua as he was now able to search the area with his help.

"On to the next!"

After Joshua revealed himself, he did not step away like the others usually would.

Instead, he stayed right beside Byeol, adjusting the sleeves of his outfit as he looked back at the remaining cloaked figures scattered across the room.

"You're not planning to do this alone, right?" he asked, glancing down at her.

Byeol looked up at him, slightly surprised, then smiled. "You're helping me?"

Joshua gave a small shrug. "I already got caught. Might as well make myself useful."

She nodded, clearly pleased. "Okay. But don't make it too obvious."

"I'll try," he said, though the small smile on his face said otherwise.

They stepped off the stage together, the shift already noticeable. Earlier, Byeol had been moving alone, relying only on her instincts. Now, with Joshua beside her, there was a quiet sense of teamwork forming. He did not take the lead, but he watched carefully, occasionally glancing at the same people she was observing.

"Who are you going for next?" he asked.

Byeol scanned the room slowly, her gaze settling on a figure near one of the pillars.

"Vernon Oppa," she said.

Joshua followed her line of sight. "That one?"

She nodded once, her expression focused. The figure stood still, arms tucked in, almost blending into the background. Byeol walked past him first, pretending she had not noticed anything. Then she stopped a few steps ahead, turned around, and walked back toward him with more certainty.

"Vernon Oppa, I know it's you."

The figure did not react. Joshua crossed his arms slightly, watching with interest.

Byeol stepped closer, studying the way he stood, the slight tension in his shoulders. Then she reached out and grabbed his sleeve without hesitation.

"Come on," she said. "You're not as hidden as you think."

The figure let out a quiet sigh before following her. When they reached the stage, Byeol stopped in front of him like she had done earlier. Joshua stayed just behind her this time, watching. His eyes drifted to Byeol's back collar that was not fixed. He absentmindedly fixed it, and brush off her hair just so she wouldn't feel hot.

"I'm scared. I'm not entirely sure if my gut feeling is right but this whole vibe from this person is giving Hansol," Byeol explained, nervously clutching her camera. Byeol lifted both hands and covered her face, though the small smile already forming was hard to hide.

"Okay... reveal."

The mask came off, and it was Vernon.

Byeol dropped her hands immediately, her smile widening. "I knew it."

Vernon shook his head, amused. "You didn't even think about it."

"I didn't need to," she replied. "I just know you all too well."

He stepped to the side, but instead of leaving completely, he lingered. Joshua glanced at him. "You're staying?"

Vernon gave a small shrug. "It's more interesting this way."

Byeol nodded in approval. "Good. You're helping now."

Byeol's eyes followed a figure walking across the room. The movement was calm, almost too natural.

Joshua leaned closer. "That one looks familiar."

Byeol nodded. "I know."

She followed the figure for a few seconds before speaking.

"Wonwoo Oppa."

The figure paused mid step. Vernon let out a small breath, almost like a confirmation. Byeol walked up beside him and lightly grabbed his sleeve.

"You didn't change your pace," she said. "That's how I knew."

And the fact that he did not resist truly showed that it was him. On stage, she repeated the same motion. She stood in front of him, covered her face, and took a small breath.

"Okay reveal!"

Wonwoo removed the mask, a quiet smile already on his face.

Joshua nodded as if impressed and Vernon was amused. "Not bad, not bad at all."