Love Yourself.

✮ author’s note: i was supposed to post guilty pleasures first. but then jeonghan decided to make an appearance at the 09.14 concert and wrecked my whole world. also, the sex scene is obscenely long. i'm sorry. you've been warned. ksksks

✮ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

part ix

Your fingers twitched, hovered over your keyboard, and then settled.

The clock in the corner of your laptop screen read 3 AM on the dot. The room you had set up as a study was so quiet that you could almost hear the static coming from the monitor and laptop cables.

You had rejected the headphones some hours ago, convinced that there was nothing that could help you focus. The third cup of tea of the night sat on your desk, and you drank half-way through. Cold and abandoned.

And the staring contest had been going on for more than thirty minutes now. Words ceased to exist in your mind, coming at you in stale, meaningless sentences. You didn’t want to face it, you didn’t want to admit it. But then you sighed in resignation.

You had writer’s block. Again.

You pushed yourself back, using your hands on the desk to roll out your chair and got up. You left the light on, going down the hallway and into the living room.

The apartment was dark. And it was almost unsettling to walk through its deserted rooms in the middle of the night. The only sound was the one you made when you drew the tall curtains, blocking out the view of the vast, sleepless city.

You turned on the lamp in the living room, and the soft click the switch made was almost too loud. But you were the only one to hear it, and it still made you wince. And then you headed to the kitchen, grabbing the lonely glass of water you had abandoned hours prior and filling it again.

You drank deeply, each large gulp filling your tummy to feel something other than the tight knot of anxiousness trying to eat you alive.

The front door pushed open, the sound causing you to snap from your train of thought. Your first instinct was to run to the front door and receive whoever had just crossed it. But you remained glued to the floor, determined to wait.

Yoon Jeonghan looked like hell.

His face was slightly puffy, his eyes worn and darkened. His hair was messy, ruffled as he had just taken his black beanie off with a sigh, taking a hand to scratch his scalp.

But he came to a sudden stop.

“Hi, baby,” he said, his voice gruff, but he was still gentle when he greeted you. “Why are you still up?” he asked, his tone gentle, coated in worry as he took some steps toward you.

“Hey,” you said dispiritedly, turning to face him.

He wore a black shirt, paired with a black leather jacket, jeans, and sneakers. And when he approached, you noticed a faint smell of tobacco, which made you look for his eyes. He had been smoking lately. Since taking on the role of director of a web television series, he had been stressed and resorting to old habits.  

“Is something wrong?” he asked when he noticed you’d dismissed his previous question.

“Nothing’s wrong,” you muttered, eyeing him up and down swiftly. “You were out late,” you pointed, biting back the need to reproach that he’d been smoking again.

“Yeah, filming was delayed longer than I’d expected,” he said, waving a hand like it was nothing.

“You could’ve texted back,” you said flatly, tilting your glass in the kitchen sink and emptying it before exiting the kitchen.

Jeonghan stood there, watching you turn away from him with a perplexed look on his face. He blinked. “I told you I was coming home late,” you heard him say, falling into step behind you.

“No, you told me that yesterday,” you said with a pained tone, but to your advantage, he didn’t get to see that mirrored on your face. “Guess you forgot to tell me today too.”

There was a silence, and the shuffle of Jeonghan’s feet on the marble floor stuttered, but he kept walking behind you.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he started, his tone gentle, and you could hear the honesty in the crack of his voice. “I-I thought I had told you not to wait for me. It must’ve slipped from my head, I’m so—”

“It’s okay, Hannie,” you sighed as you reached the door to the study, turning around to face him. Once you saw his confused expression, you gave up. “Just… forget it,” you said flatly, turning on your heel to return to your desk.

You sat down on your chair, grabbing your mouse and clicking aimlessly. With a painful jab to your gut, you opened the document you were working on again, finding the empty gap that you couldn’t bring yourself to finish. Hesitant, you brought your fingers to the keyboard, trying to type words and string out sentences.

But the presence standing under the doorway made you incredibly aware of how you couldn’t even pretend to write.

“Are you going to stand there?” you asked quietly.

Jeonghan entered the study with a careful gait, and you didn’t want to turn to see him, but you still did. He stood right next to you, sending one fleeting look to the screen right in front of you, and then back to you. “Come to bed with me,” he said softly. And you were quick to catch the cautious demeanour around him.  

“I’m mad at you,” you replied to him, but your voice waned in deceit.

Jeonghan showed you a smirk, tilting his head to one side. “Take it out on me. Talk to me,” he told you, shrugging slightly as he tucked his hands in the pockets of his jeans. “Yell at me, I don’t know.”

You shook your head, rolling your eyes as you averted your gaze back to your screen. “I have nothing to say.”

“Baby.”

The chiding way he uttered your name made you look back at him once more. “What?” you asked, letting the annoyance you felt ring in your tone.

“Are you truly going to give me this?” he asked, his mouth transforming into a pout. “Come on. Let’s talk.”

You took a deep breath. “You should’ve texted back,” you repeated slowly, feeling your pulse quicken under the sudden rush of anger.

Jeonghan blinked, confusion settling on the features of his face. “I’m sorry about it. I forgot.”

But you weren’t fast enough to hold a rein on your reaction. You winced, and a quiet voice in the back of your mind questioned whether this was a valid motive to have an argument with him. “Exactly. You and Joshua like to forget that I’m here.”

Jeonghan sighed, but you didn’t give yourself the opportunity to see his full reaction. You glued your eyes to your screen, scrolling aimlessly through your unfinished manuscript, finding nothing. The words written there were almost completely polished; you just needed to write one final scene.

Your heart deflated painfully when Jeonghan backed away from you, leaving the study without saying anything else. You were unsure as to what he could say to make it all better, but right now, everything sounded wrong to you.

Your gaze inevitably wandered to the portrait that sat beside your laptop. It was a photo that Jeonghan had taken one night you went out together for a karaoke date. That night you had solidified in your heart that you wanted nothing more but to spend the rest of your days with Jeonghan and Joshua. You missed that night.

After a long moment of staring at your laptop screen, you sighed, turning it off and pushing yourself away from the desk one final time for the night. You sneaked a look towards the bedroom as you passed it by, finding out that Jeonghan was in the walk-in closet, probably changing his clothes into something comfier. You continued walking until you reached the living room, opening the door to the balcony and stepping outside.

The balcony was long and narrow, but spacious enough to fit a couple of chairs and a small table. You ignored them, propping your elbows on the banister and looking down at the streets below.

It was a chilly night. The breeze hitting your face made your eyes water at first, but you brought your hands to your face, burying your nose in the sleeves of your sweater to warm up. You let your eyelids fall close for a moment, and in that, the weight of your exhaustion finally caught up with you.

Back at your old apartment, you would routinely find yourself standing on the rooftop of the building, staring at the city lights. Looking for inspiration. Your heart squeezed at the memory, wishing you had one more night in that place, wishing you could go back.

There was nothing particular about that place in itself. But things seemed simpler. The old apartment wasn’t big enough for three people, but it didn’t make you feel like you were all alone in a mansion.

And now, having moved to a bigger place, you truly felt a punch in the gut whenever Jeonghan and Joshua left. There was still so much of this apartment that didn’t feel lived in yet. Some spots needed furniture, the floors were cold, and the walls were too tall. Something was wrong about it, and you couldn’t quite put your finger on it.

The door slid open behind you, and you didn’t feel like turning around to see who it was. You kept looking over the twinkling city lights, trying to reach back into your mind and tap into that inspiration you were missing out on lately.

As soon as the place beside you was occupied, your heart fluttered. You knew it was Joshua without even having to turn your head. He placed his elbows on the banister and leaned over, mimicking your position.

After some seconds, you gave up. Turning your head slowly, you found his calm face. Eyes directed towards the city, his lips slightly pressed in a shadow of a smile. When he sensed your gaze on him, he leaned sideways towards you.

“Hi, beautiful,” he said sweetly, moving his gaze from the city to your face. “Is it one of those nights again?”

Confusion swept all over you, dismantling your role of indignation. You opened your mouth, stuttering over empty words, “I uh, c-can’t write,” you admitted, eyes shifting from his face for one second, realizing in your head that the main reason why you were angry in the first place was because of your block.

Joshua’s gaze softened. “Is that why you’re in a mood?” he asked, his tone ever so gentle.

You frowned. “I’m not in a mood,” you fought back, thinking that both Joshua and Jeonghan had come home late in the last few days. “You—”

He smiled softly, catching your small misstep. “You were supposed to hand in the final manuscript three days ago,” he said, his tone dropping even lower.

“But that’s not the reason why I’m angry,” you lied. But as soon as you finished blurting the sentence, you wanted to take it back. You bit your tongue, causing tears to brim in your eyes.

“So you are angry?” he asked slowly, raising his eyebrows.

You let out an exasperated sigh, tearing your gaze away from his face. “You haven’t been home,” you said reproachfully.

That brought the conversation to a full stop. Both of you pondered in silence, looking at the city that had fallen silent as the nightlife slowed down.

Joshua let out a heavy sigh. “Baby, we have talked about this before. Jeonghan and I have very demanding schedules. We can’t—”

“I know,” you cut in quietly, blinking in slight annoyance. “It’s not that—I don’t mind that your jobs are demanding, I truly don’t. I just want you two to try to make time for me.”

“And we agreed that we would, remember?” he said.

You shook your head, gnawing at your bottom lip to mask the slight quiver in it. “You still haven’t,” you mumbled, keeping your gaze on your fidgeting fingers.

Joshua paused. But then, he directed a long look at you, sighing softly in resignation. “Is this really the reason why you’re angry?” he asked, and the softness in his tone was still there, but it felt hollow.

“Yes,” you hissed, the tears in your eyes blurring your vision. It made your heart race to feel your tears flow almost instantly. A nasty, sticky feeling took over you, brimming inside you with a boiling sensation at the pit of your tummy.

A sigh tore through you, making you bury your face in your hands. “I don’t know,” you finally said, sniffling against the sleeves of your sweater.

“Come to bed, baby,” he pleaded, his tone waning. And even though you couldn’t see his face, you could picture his sparkling dark eyes perfectly. “You’re tired. You haven’t been sleeping well these past few nights. Please, you need to rest.”

Your mind was split between the present and the memory of you being so happy just a couple of weeks ago. You were happy that Jeonghan had finally moved in with you and Joshua. You were happy to be with them both.

And now…

You nodded, lifting your head from your hands. Joshua stood back from the banister, now facing you. He brought a hand to your nape and the other to your back, pulling you closer to him. Once your chest touched his, he wrapped you in a tight hug.

“Hey,” he mumbled softly when you sobbed against his chest. “Are you alright?” he asked. “Is something else bothering you?”

You could tell from his tone that Joshua was truly worried. And rightly so—having disagreements and arguments with Joshua and Jeonghan wasn’t always smooth sailing. But at least you had learned to navigate through them. But this time, you felt blind. You felt lost.

But before you could tell him just that, you shook your head, your next sob muffled by the soft fabric of Joshua’s light grey hoodie. The woody scent of his cologne filled your senses, giving you an odd sense of peace. You found the smell of his cologne to be strong, almost aggressive at first—it made your tummy twist. But at the same time, it calmed you down.

Joshua slid his hands to hold you by the shoulders, pulling back from you to look into your eyes. “Let’s go to bed, yeah?” he asked, moving his hand to pinch your chin.

“Okay,” you replied in a mere whisper, motioning for the door.

His hands brought you to a clean stop, firmly pulling you from moving further away from him and towards the sliding door. You turned to him, reading his face, a question forming at the tip of your tongue.

His hands moved from your shoulders, cupping your face fully. A gasp spilled from lips when the question couldn’t get out, because Joshua was crushing his mouth against yours. But he kissed you passionately, almost as though trying to snap you out of your despair. You searched his hands, finding his wrists, which you circled with your fingers.

His warm hands against your cheeks were enough to bring you back to life. You had been feeling so lost, so lonely that it was truly incredible how fast you could be saved from your own thoughts with only a touch.

You moaned in his mouth when his lips moved with yours seamlessly. Almost like two lovers dancing with each other. And when your lips pulled apart, creating a soft smacking sound, you let out a gasp, chasing his lips for more.

“You know you can talk to me, right?” Joshua asked. His tone rose, and this was more than worry now. It was as though he was saying, I know there’s something wrong, but I’ll give you time to figure it out.

It crushed your soul to know that not even you could understand the turmoil happening in your head, in your heart.

“Yeah,” you breathed, teeth clattering slightly because of the chills coursing through you. “I know, Josh.”

Joshua pulled away, but not too far, just enough so he could see your face, your eyes. He then brushed the hair from your temple, tucking it behind your ear. Something he saw in your face made his gaze soften, his dark eyes glimmering against the bright city lights. But he said nothing, even if you could read the love written on his face.

Sometimes Joshua didn’t understand you. Sometimes he did. This was one of those times in which he sensed what was wrong with you, but he allowed you the opportunity for you to catch up with him.

And something about it was so reminiscent of the time you were just beginning to fall in love with him.

A sudden rush of overwhelming love came over you—it pushed you into his arms, and you were kissing him again. He mumbled a half word just as your lips collided with his, but you couldn’t make out what he said.

As your lips moved with his, you felt a daze seep into your skin, melting into your bones. The warmth and affection pouring from him made the armour you had put up crumble to the ground. And now, you were reduced to nothing but true exhaustion.

Joshua smiled, making you feel his lips curving against yours. “I take it that you’re not angry anymore?” he asked, his tone sweet, but teasing.

“I’m still angry,” you whispered stubbornly, even though the feeling had already simmered into nothing but a mere tantrum. “But I’m giving you both a pass for tonight.”

“Mmmn, as much as I want to take the pass, we do need to talk about it,” he said.

“Can we talk about it in the morning? I’m getting cold out here,” you said meekly.

“Of course,” he replied, giving you a small but reassuring smile.

Then he took your hand in his, sliding the door open with his other hand and took you inside. He didn’t need to lead you down to the bedroom by the hand, but he still did it anyway. It felt as though he were victorious that he was able to fish you out of the dark turmoil happening inside your mind, and he was not letting you go.

Jeonghan was lying on his side of the bed, his gaze glued to the phone screen. But once he caught sight of you walking in with Joshua, he discarded his phone on the bedside table. He paid attention now, his eyes quickly scanning your face.

He patted the spot beside him on the bed. “Come here,” he said, noticing that the pointless fury had dissipated.

You climbed on the bed, letting out a tired sigh as you tucked yourself under the covers. “I owe you an apology for how I acted,” you mumbled, moving your head on your pillow to lock eyes with him.

“Ah, don’t worry about it, Princess,” he said, blinking briefly at you. He lifted his gaze from you, finding Joshua. “How was work?”

“It was okay,” he said simply as he started to undress. “Was dying to come back,” he confessed with a shy giggle.

You placed your head on Jeonghan’s chest, using him as a pillow to get a better view of Joshua discarding his clothes one by one, placing them neatly on the armchair.

“Mn, I get that feeling,” Jeonghan mumbled, running his fingers through your hair. And by his tone, you knew that he was looking at Joshua with the same intent as you.

Joshua climbed on his side of the bed. And then came the best part of the day for you—Joshua hooked an arm around your waist and pulled, peeling you off Jeonghan’s chest. You giggled merrily as you were dragged from one side to the other like it was nothing, and as soon as your body collided with Joshua’s, he let out a blissful sigh.

He immediately cuddled up to you, sinking the tip of his nose in your hair, breathing in deeply. Jeonghan said nothing this time, just clicked his tongue and scooted closer to you, a curious look on his face. “You’re feeling better now?” he asked cautiously.

You felt Joshua move behind you, and you knew he was trying to get a better look at you. “Yeah,” you said, but your tone felt off.

None of them commented on how obvious your mediocre lie was.

Jeonghan outlined the features of your face with his gaze. “I’ll remember to text you next time,” he said, pouting softly. “I’m sorry, baby.”

“It’s okay,” you said, tearing your gaze away from him, and in that, you allow both of them to communicate silently through a fleeting glance. “I’m probably just exaggerating.”

Joshua placed a hand on your hip. “Don’t say that,” he said.

“No, I know you both have very hectic agendas,” you said, but your tone was still weak, your gaze shifty.

“But we still have to let you know when we’re coming home late,” Jeonghan countered. Then a half smile drew on his face as you looked at him again. “It’s my day off tomorrow, so you’ll have me all for yourself.”

You matched his smile. “I like the sound of that,” you said softly.

“Yeah?” Jeonghan asked, clearly enjoying seeing you regain your smile.

“Mmm-mmph,” you nodded primly.

“I have an early schedule, but I can come back early,” Joshua mumbled sleepily, going back to nuzzle your hair with his face. “So I’ll be all yours tomorrow night too.”

“Okay. Good,” you said with a pleased tone.

Jeonghan grabbed one of your hands to kiss your knuckles, watching you as you blinked slower and slower. Sleep took you in, and you were mildly surprised to have fallen asleep so easily after nights of being wired up in tension.

“Sleep tight, baby,” Jeonghan said.

You were falling.

The level of awareness you had at that moment was very little—blanketed by the tiredness you felt. You were dreaming, hands roving all over your skin, touching and feeling you in places only you would let them and only them touch. You tried to voice it out—ask them to take you, to touch freely.

Joshua and Jeonghan were having you all to themselves yet again, splayed on the table and wholly naked. You were theirs to have fun with, theirs to take. And you would give yourself to them willingly any day, any night.

Joshua’s mouth was making out with your pussy, hands grabbing your thighs and keeping them apart while Jeonghan played with your nipples—fingers pinching and teasing one while his tongue swirled around the other.

And then you blinked, they had switched positions. Joshua kissed your chest, wrapping his lips around one of your nipples to tug at it lightly. Now Jeonghan was between your legs, tongue buried between your pussy lips, licking vigorously.

The dream took you there quickly—and then you were falling. Your body stretched and went taut beneath the sheets, and you felt yourself emit a sound through your mouth, snapping you awake.

“What’s happening?” you muttered, feeling disoriented. You blinked a few times, understanding that you were having a dream where both of your boyfriends were pleasuring you—taking your body however they pleased. And you cummed in real life.

You turned to your side, finding Jeonghan peacefully asleep, his arm resting across your tummy. His eyelids were trembling slightly, his breathing deep and slow. Then you directed another look to your other side, where you found Joshua, wide awake and looking at you.

The orgasm you just had still sizzled beneath your skin, but as Joshua looked at you, you felt it linger. Your body was now ready for more, eager.

Joshua brushed your cheek with the back of his fingers. “Were you having a good dream, baby?” he asked, his voice low and raspy. It made you think that perhaps you had woken him up by accident.

It took you some seconds to resurface from dream to reality. “Yeah,” you sighed, your tone already honeyed, weighted in arousal.

“Mmn,” he hummed, his voice raspy enough that it came out like a purr. The back of his fingers trailed from your cheek to your hair, threading it gently. A knowing smile spread on his lips when you blinked repeatedly as his fingertips caressed your scalp. “Care to share?” he asked softly.

You let out a breath, stretching your limbs beneath the sheets, and the last aftershocks from your orgasm were already leaving your system. “Don’t remember much,” you mumbled quietly, careful not to disturb Jeonghan’s sleep.

But Joshua wasn’t convinced, his smile spreading wider as his fingers slipped down to hold your chin up. “Want me to help you remember?” he asked, his voice dropping to a whisper.

You moved your head in a tight nod. “Please,” you whispered. And then, something came over you, because you lost all your capacity to stay sane. Your mouth lost all filter. “You both had me on the table.”

Joshua giggled lightly as he kissed you again, more passionately. “What were we doing, baby?” he whispered.

Behind you, Jeonghan stirred beneath the bedsheets, eliminating the space between his body and yours by simply outstretching his arm and scooping you from Joshua’s embrace.

“Ah—” Joshua gasped, watching Jeonghan pull you into a hug.

“You two are loud, I’m trying to sleep,” Jeonghan muttered, sounding half-asleep still. But then he did the opposite of sleeping, sinking his nose in your hair to breathe in the sweet smell of your skin.

Joshua’s gaze trailed down as Jeonghan’s hand pinched the fabric of the oversized t-shirt you were wearing, and then with a flick of his wrist, he hiked it upward, parking his hand on your belly.

Your body jolted against Jeonghan. His hand was cold against your skin, but you always welcomed his touch, light and gentle.

Joshua smiled, knowing that Jeonghan was fully awake now, but refused to let you go. “Where were we?” he asked, keeping his tone low. He scooted some inches towards you, closing the space again between his body and yours.

You giggled quietly before Joshua pressed his lips on yours, giving you tender pecks at first. His hand came to cup your cheek, right before diving into a deeper kiss of locked lips and shy touching of his tongue against yours. It brought a low hum out of you, feeling his tongue swiping on your bottom lip before rolling into your mouth expertly.

“Mn?” he pressed. “Are you going to keep telling me, baby? What were Jeonghan and I doing?” Joshua asked, his soft voice waning softly as your hands searched for him, feeling his warm body beneath the bedsheets and covers.

You squeezed your eyelids. “I uh…” You started, but Jeonghan’s hand moved, leaving a trail of tingles with his cold fingertips on your tummy. “You were eating me out,” you said shakily.

“Yeah?” Joshua whispered. “What else?” he stuttered slightly as you caressed his bare chest with your hand, running it down his torso and feeling the hard muscles of his lats.

“I think you were taking turns,” you said, giggling softly. You were now making the dream up with parts of the things you still remembered.

“Yeah? You were cumming, baby,” Joshua mumbled right before capturing your lips with his. He kissed you swiftly, moving his hand from your cheek to your hip, his fingers outlining the band of your panties.

“How do you know?” you asked curiously.

And as Joshua’s hands toyed with the waistband of your boyshort panties, Jeonghan pressed his front against your ass, making you feel his hardening bulge. You let out a broken sigh, pushing your ass further, wedging it slightly so you could make him grow harder. Jeonghan grunted silently behind you, his hand traveling up from your belly to your chest.

“You were moaning,” Joshua replied, his tone waning as your hand also reached the waistband of his boxers.

Jeonghan cupped one of your tits in his hand, flicking your sensitive nipple with the pad of his thumb and drawing an airy moan from you.

“Just like that,” Jeonghan added quietly.

“You heard it too?”  you said, feeling your cheeks get warmer.

“You were moving around more than normal,” Jeonghan mumbled, and you turned over your shoulder, finding his gaze on you. There was a light smile on his face, but just barely. His eyes were still dreamy, shifting from your face to Joshua’s.

“Oh god. That’s embarrassing,” you sighed.

Joshua smirked, pressing a kiss on your temple before getting out of bed. “Not the first time it happens,” he said playfully.

You watched him walk out of the bedroom and into the bathroom. “Do you have to go?” you asked, not even trying to hide the disappointment in your tone.

“Got an early schedule, baby! I will be back at eight, I promise!” he replied from the bathroom as he started the shower.

“Mmph,” you huffed, though not audibly enough for Joshua to hear.

Jeonghan emitted a light laugh, noticing the beginning of your tantrum. “Big baby,” he teased, wrapping you in his arms before kissing your cheek.

“Shuddup, Jeonghan,” you mumbled, feeling hot in the face.

But Jeonghan continued kissing you, from your cheek to your jawline, humming softly when he finally reached your lips. And when he pressed his lips against yours, you were too slow to reciprocate.

Jeonghan started laughing into the kiss. “What’s wrong?” he asked, his tone rising in mockery. “Are you turned off, baby?”

“No,” you said, but your tone felt off. “I just—mmph,” you were cut off by another crushing kiss.

 “Grumpy,” he whispered in between kisses.

“Hannie,” you giggled lightly as he showered you with tender kisses, trailing down to your neck to make you moan. Your skin prickled under his lips, making him smile triumphantly.

He stopped kissing you briefly, propping his elbow on the pillow to have a better angle to look at your face. “Hey,” he said softly, waiting for you to lock eyes with him. “I have some errands to run at Cheol’s bar. But I’ll be back in a few hours.”

You noticed the look he gave you. He was studying your face, waiting for your reaction. He was testing to see how you would take his words. And you couldn’t hide the disappointment flitting across the features of your face.

“Oh, okay. I see,” you said, looking away. “That’s okay.”

“But then I’ll come back and we can do something. Just you and me. How does that sound?” he said, sneaking a hand back under your t-shirt, parking right on top of your belly button.

Your eyelids fluttered at his light touch, you nodded. “I like that,” you told him, turning your gaze back to him again. “I just feel sad that we aren’t spending much time together anymore, you know?” you confessed.

His gaze softened. “I know, baby,” he told you, softer now. “Right now our agendas might be tight, but we’ll make it up to you.”

You smiled at him. “Well, you better,” you said.

Jeonghan matched your smile. “We will, sweetheart,” he said, leaning to press his lips against yours. “We’re in this together.”

At that, you felt at peace.

You circled his neck with your arms, locking your wrists as you kissed him again, deeper this time. “Yeah. We are.” 

Maybe it was stress. Maybe it was your writer’s block telling you to stop looking at the same document forever.

You set your laptop aside, looking at it with scorn. You had gone down your list of things you always did to combat stress and writer’s block. You went to the gym, you went out, you read new books and watched new movies. The last time you went through something similar, Jeonghan was there for you.

A sharp pain pierced your heart, making you wince on the couch. The pain was so real that it left an echo inside you, lingering with each beating of your heart.

With a big sigh, you rose from the couch, now determined to get through this without the help of anyone. Last time you had Jeonghan to help you out with your writer’s block. And way before that, Joshua was also there to give you inspiration.

You opened the drawer you shared with both of your partners. It was neatly arranged, and you had organized it into different sections. There were toys for you, toys for Joshua and Jeonghan, and toys that could be used with someone else, remotely, and such. You had a wide variety of toys—dildos, vibrators, wands, rings, masturbators, you name it.

But there were the effective ones, which you kept always on sight. Clean, charged, and ready.

Throwing a glance back at the door, you smiled to yourself with a hint of mischief. For a moment there, you felt like you were about to be busted by either of your boyfriends, but you were obviously alone.

After setting down a towel on top of the duvet, you lie on the bed. Doing this with the thought of your boyfriends finding you like this was beyond exciting. It had your blood coursing through you with pure ecstasy, heating your body, your face, your fingers.

You got naked, so now you were lying on the very large bed with your knees spread open. It felt almost surreal to be living this experience—to have not only one but two boyfriends and still resort to using your toys for a little pleasure?

But you discarded the thought aside, determined not to let anything bring you down. You pumped a little bit of lube onto your fingers, letting it drip off your fingers and onto your pussy lips. You sucked in a breath through your lips when the cold, runny liquid slid down your folds, and then you acted fast.

You turned on the suction toy by pressing and holding a button. It started vibrating softly in your fist, and you quickly took it to the top of your mound, finding your clit effortlessly. Your body immediately responded to the feeling of the slow, rhythmic vibrations against the very sensitive bud.

Much to your demise, you amped up the mode sooner than you would’ve thought. The feeling was mechanical, steady. You tried to compare it to the feeling you got whenever either Jeonghan or Joshua ate you out. And you were very much deflated when you wished to have that instead.

But a flashing thought came over you. The memory of that dream you had of your boyfriends sharing you made your entire body respond with a shudder. And you let your mind go, imagining Jeonghan and Joshua eating you out at the same time, both of their tongues lapping on your lips. You closed your eyes, biting your bottom lip to stop yourself from moaning loudly.

And you attempted to hold that fleeting scene in your imagination. You needed that to happen, so you started to feed into the fantasy of having both of your boyfriends with you. You tried to remember how their lips felt whenever they wrapped them around your clit as the vibrator suckled at your clit.

“God,” you choked out, pressing the toy against your engorged clit even harder.

But as the seconds went by, and the pressure built up, you realized that you couldn’t cum.

You lost control, pushing the pad of your thumb on the button, amping up the vibrations against your clit. The feeling now was all-consuming, burning into the bundle of nerves relentlessly, almost aggressively. You whined like a wounded animal, trying to relish the pleasure that was attacking your pussy, and even though you liked the feeling, it was still hard to reach your high like this.

Squeezing your eyelids hard, you tried to pretend that your boyfriends were there. You moved the vibrator around your clit, trying to get more of its incessant vibrations. And even though the pleasure was blooming inside you, it wasn’t an orgasm.

“Fuck,” you whispered to yourself, shutting the vibrator off.

You didn’t think twice and got up, going to your drawer to pull a dildo. And then the same thing happened, you tried reaching your climax in different ways. Different positions. You imagined twenty scenarios in your head.

Nothing.

You opened your eyes slowly, pushing yourself to your elbows and thinking of getting another rabbit dildo instead.

Only to find Jeonghan standing in the doorway.

A gasp left your lips at the sight of him. You hadn’t even heard him come in, let alone, you hadn’t even sensed him watching you masturbate.

But that wasn’t the first of your worries.

Your tummy twisted. He looked glorious. He wore a simple pair of white jeans, a black t-shirt and a denim jacket. It was a simple outfit, but it was he who made it look extraordinary. Leaning sideways against the door frame, he stood there with his arms crossed on his chest.

He tilted his head to one side ever so softly. “Having fun, Princess?” he asked, a small smile playing on his pink lips.

You huffed, trying to calm your rapid heartbeat down. “Trying to,” you mumbled flatly. You put on a pout, trying not to let your shame show. “Help me?”

Jeonghan pushed himself off the frame, walking idly towards the foot of the bed. “You can’t cum, baby?” he asked.

You gnawed at your lower lip, shaking your head as you let your head fall onto the pillow.

You heard a soft laugh, and sneaking a look at him, you watched him get rid of the denim jacket. He placed his hands on his hips, assessing the mess you had made of yourself with a big sigh. “You used all of these toys?” he asked, and when you nodded meekly, he just raised his eyebrows. “And you didn’t cum once?”

“I think there’s something wrong with me,” you said with a flat tone, making him laugh out loud.

“I bet there is,” he said playfully, making you smile. And when the white jeans came off, he climbed on the bed with you. You opened your arms to him as he crawled on top of you. Feeling his body against yours brought a blissful shudder to your body, making you sigh as you welcomed in his warmth, his smell—his presence.

“Why can’t you cum?” he mumbled, his tone sweet. He kissed your mouth swiftly but heatedly, then he moved his lips to your cheek, then to your jawline.

“I don’t know, Jeonghan,” you whined reproachfully. “It’s your fault.”

The accusation made him chuckle. “My fault?” he said.

“Has to be somehow,” you said, closing your eyes as he got to work immediately, kissing your chest with open-mouthed kisses, making your skin prickle and your body shudder.

“Mmph,” he hummed in acknowledgement. “Sounds like me,” he smirked against your skin.

“Yeah, it does,” you replied, not really paying attention to where the conversation was headed.

It was quickly proven that your toys were indeed completely and utterly useless.

Jeonghan was giving loving kisses to your body, doing nothing out of the ordinary. But you were already deep in a puddle of pleasure, relishing the feeling of his lips against your breasts, the way he kissed your nipples slowly, thoroughly.

“Hannie,” you called with a honeyed tone, tangling your fingers in his dark mane of hair, following his movements until he reached your mound.

And when he licked you, your entire body came to life. Your back tensed on the mattress, and your legs twitched. He licked the lube along with your juices, humming at the taste of you mixed with blueberry. His tongue lapped against your pussy lips, giving you broad and generous strokes right before he dove into your entrance with the tip of his tongue, having you wail out in pleasure.

He continued eating you out eagerly, giving a couple of playful tugs to your clit to get you all riled up. Waves of pleasure washed over you, slowly building up to something more. Something you had been so raring to finally have.

Jeonghan stopped.

Your head snapped up, looking at him pull back from your legs, using the back of his hand to wipe your arousal off his chin. “Wh-why did you stop?” you asked.

He gave you a full smile that denoted his mischief. Leaning over you, he gave you a crushing but passionate kiss. “So you have something to blame me for now.” 

Your heart squeezed. “Hannie—” you mumbled chidingly. “Keep going,” you said, your tone whiny and soft.

He pretended not to hear you. “What was that?” he teased, kissing below your earlobe.

“Please, keep going?” you asked, subbier now.

“Mmn,” he pretended to ponder. He cupped your cheek with one hand, sliding it down to your chin. “Why don’t you earn it, sweetheart?”

You felt your eyebrows knit. “I thought you were going to help me,” you said with an accusatory tone.

Jeonghan gave you a tiny shrug. “I am, but only if you do what I ask.”

You blinked dumbly. “But—”

“I see you two forgot about me already,” Joshua’s voice came in with a mocking tone.

You gasped, but couldn’t move due to Jeonghan’s body pinning you down to the mattress.

“Behave,” Jeonghan warned you firmly, but still mischievously. He left one final kiss on your cheek before pulling back. “Shuji, you are late. You know what that means,” Jeonghan pointed, sitting back on his knees.

“Late by a few minutes!” Joshua replied with a light laugh.

“But you promised you’d be on time,” Jeonghan quipped back.

Joshua came into your view. Looking at the mess you were in with a mildly surprised look on his face. “What happened here? Did all of your toys run out of battery?” he teased.

“Bunny can’t cum,” Jeonghan smirked.

“Jeonghan—!” you wailed out in shame.

“What?” he laughed. “Isn’t that the truth?”

You gaped at him, but then just huffed. “It is,” you said, blinking bashfully. “I can’t cum.”

“Oh, you sweet thing,” Joshua said with a shockingly beautiful smile. He turned around, starting to take off the plaid shirt he wore over a black wife-pleaser. “If I had known you were in the middle of it, I wouldn’t have interrupted.”

“Actually—” Jeonghan started, winking at you playfully as he climbed off the bed and opened the drawer, “—I was just telling her that if she wants to cum, she has to earn it. And since you were late, you will have to pay for it.”

Joshua raised his eyebrows, halfway through undoing his grommet belt. “Oh,” he uttered, his eyes glinting with understanding. “I think I know where this is going.”

Jeonghan fished out something that wasn’t a toy—not exactly. It was a pair of boyshort panties, but these were specifically to hold a dildo. A harness.

Your mouth fell open.

But before you could even ask, Jeonghan simply went on, “Remember you said you would like to try it?” he asked Joshua, tilting his head to one side curiously. “Is that still on the table?”

Joshua averted his gaze to the floor, pretending to fold his plaid shirt. “Only if Bunny is still up for it,” he mumbled, the tips of his ears turning bright red.

It became hard to read whether Joshua really wanted it or not. But as you studied his movements with your gaze, your heart fluttered. He was shy about it, but only because he really wanted it.

Jeonghan turned to you, a questioning look in his eyes.

There was nothing Jeonghan would dare to do without your consent or Joshua’s. He knew well that Joshua wanted this, so in reality, it was only your say he was waiting on.

But with one look, it became clear to him that you also wanted it. He blinked, and his gaze softened.

“Come here,” Jeonghan ordered, his demeanor instantly changing into one you adored. It was a commanding aura, gentle but firm.

You climbed down the bed, approaching him quietly until you stood in front of him.

“Put these on,” he said, handing you the black boyshort panties. And then he turned to Joshua, motioning with his head. “Get ready.”

Joshua had a playful smirk on his face, but the evident shyness was still painting his ears red. But he still followed Jeonghan’s instruction, heading to the bathroom to prep.

You finished putting on the boyshort panties, and Jeonghan wasted no time, grabbing you by the neck with one hand to crush his lips against yours, giving you a hot kiss. “Do you remember how to do this, baby?” he asked you, and just by the way he breathed, you could tell he was excited.

“I uh—” you looked down at your hips. The boyshort panties were designed to place a dildo right where your mound is, except that Jeonghan hadn’t chosen the dildo yet. “The toy we used was different from this one,” you pointed nervously.

Jeonghan giggled giddily. “Yes, it was,” he said, sliding his hand down from your neck to graze his fingers against the waistband of your panties. “I think this’ll be more comfortable.”

“Hopefully Josh likes it as much as you did that time,” you added meekly, sneaking a glance at his face.

Jeonghan grabbed you by the waist, pulling you closer to the point you felt his black polo shirt against your chest, making your nipples harden. You raised your face to meet his sparkling eyes. “Don’t worry, baby. He will, I know it,” he told you confidently.

You flicked one eyebrow up. “Because you liked it?” you asked meaningfully.

He rolled his eyes, showing you a cheeky smile. “Yeah. But also because you were amazing,” he said with a light chuckle. “And because it feels amazing.”

You shuddered with the memory of it. When you pegged Jeonghan the first time, he was rendered a complete mess—moaning raunchily and babbling nonsense, cumming all over himself like he hadn’t ever before.

And then, he probably knew what you were thinking because he blinked slowly at you, throwing you an endearing look. “I’ll tell you what to do.”

At that, you felt yourself smile. “Okay,” you mumbled right before Jeonghan dipped his head to kiss you softly, almost ghostly.

“Just relax,” he told you in a mere whisper, his voice almost waning in desire.

The sound of Joshua returning to the bedroom made you turn, but not completely, so you still had a chance to look at Jeonghan’s face, the way his eyes seemed to widen slightly at the sight of Joshua.

Joshua was finishing taking his watch off, leaving it on his nightstand. He had kept his clothes on, probably to leave that part for you. Jeonghan immediately slipped into his role, motioning to the bed with one sharp nod of his head. “Take his clothes off,” he told you, patting your side lightly.

Your heart stuttered slightly with excitement at the commanding tone he used with you. But you fell into step behind Joshua, grabbing his hand and turning him towards you. As you met his gaze, the fluttering feeling inside your body intensified so hard that it had you shuddering.

“Hi, handsome,” you said, trying your best to sound sultry.

Joshua smirked softly, catching your act in a second. But he brought two fingers to your chin, pinching it softly. “Hi, beautiful,” he said, his big dark eyes reading you. “Are you ready?”

You laughed lightly. “Shouldn’t I be asking that question to you?” you said pointedly.

He gave you a half shrug. “Why can’t it go both ways?” he asked, raising his eyes to Jeonghan, who was standing right behind you. “Are you just going to watch?”

“I’ll tell Princess what to do,” you turned over your shoulder to see the smirk plastered on his stupidly handsome face. “I’m improvising.”

Joshua rolled his eyes. “Figured,” he mumbled.

“Enough talking,” Jeonghan said, patting your ass again with his hand.

“Okay,” you sighed nervously. Your hands found the hem of Joshua’s black wife-pleaser, slipping them beneath to feel the hard muscle of his abdomen, his warm skin. At the same time, you pushed yourself to your tiptoes, touching his lips with your own tauntingly.

Joshua’s eyelids fluttered closed at your touch, but he still responded to your light kiss, pressing his lips against yours slowly. A ghostly laugh escaped through his lips when you slid your palms up the sides of his torso, fingertips grazing his lats while hiking his wife-pleaser up.

“Relax,” you mumbled into his lips, surprised that your voice sounded like a purr. “I got you,” you told him, more confident now.

“I know, baby,” he responded, his voice also gruff, low. “I just like you very much.”

You could feel Jeonghan standing behind you, watching you undress Joshua slowly, enjoying every step of the process. You removed his wife-pleaser completely, revealing his hard chest, his strong shoulders.

“I like you very much too,” you said, tilting your head to one side to let your gaze wander down his body.

Joshua swallowed hard, his gaze flitting from you to Jeonghan. “All yours,” he whispered.

You showed him a tiny smirk. “I know, baby. All mine,” you said.

Jeonghan’s hand came down firmly on your glute now, and if it weren’t for the boyshort panties you wore, it would’ve stung more. “Get on with it,” he ordered you.

You yelped from both the surprise and the hard pain shooting across your skin. But it got you excited all the same. “Sorry,” you said with a playful giggle. “Got carried away.”

Both men smiled at the sound of your laugh. You heard Jeonghan’s sigh at the same time Joshua showed you an endearing smile.

You took his washed-down jeans off, heartbeat fluttering wildly as you revealed more of his body. He’d been working out more, and the results were crazy fast. His muscles flexed with every movement he made, even when he stepped out of his pants. You gnawed at your bottom lip, reaching out to graze your fingertips on the faint lines of his abdomen, stopping at the band of his boxers, waiting for instruction.

“Go on,” Jeonghan mumbled, his voice fading. He was clearly enjoying this too.

And by the look on Joshua’s face, he did too. He liked being watched. He had always liked it. He loved being admired, and to have the two people he loved the most looking at him like this made him grow hard. So when you pinched the waistband, pushing his boxers down, you weren’t surprised to see his hardened cock.

You sighed out when your hands finally touched him, but this was fleeting. As you reached out to grab him, you were beginning to pump him languidly, enjoying the way he looked at you with lust-lidded eyes.

And then another spank came.

“Get him on the bed, baby,” Jeonghan told you.

“Come on,” you told Joshua, pushing him with your hands on his chest. Joshua sat on the bed, crawling backwards until he could lie his head on the pillows, his dark eyes never leaving you.

You sneaked a look at Jeonghan, who was removing his own polo shirt with one efficient move. “Get him ready for you,” he said meaningfully. “Remember how?”

You nodded, licking your bottom lip before biting down on it.

That time you did this with Jeonghan, it started with playful banter and kisses that turned into sloppy make-out sessions. But you knew this time was different; you had the experience already, but this time you were doing it as a full-blown polycule.

Your gaze left Jeonghan just as he was sitting down on the bed right next to Joshua, his eyes on you while you straddled Joshua. Jeonghan had gotten rid of the rest of his clothes when you weren’t looking. And he’d brought with him a pair of pink fuzzy handcuffs, a pink dildo, and the bottle of lube.

You swallowed hard, excitement making your heart flutter.

Joshua’s gaze wandered from your face to the fuzzy handcuffs, his mouth parting softly as a questioning look took over the features of his face.

You slipped a hand beneath his chin, moving his face towards you. “Eyes on me, baby,” you told him sulkily, but your tone was velvety and honeyed at the same time. Joshua gave you a very light smirk, clearly enjoying the soft, dominant side of you. His pierced eyebrow quirked up, but he obeyed you without any quippy remarks.

And it had your heart pumping hard and fast against your ribcage. More than the arousal, it was the eagerness to make him feel good. So you started attempting to achieve just that, bending over, and planting the tenderest kiss against his plump and wet lips.

“Are you going to behave?” you asked him, mirroring the things he told you whenever you sub for him. Your tone was low and soft. It sounded enticing. But it was the darkened look you threw at him quite effortlessly.

“Depends,” he said, his entire demeanour waning at the sight of your confidence.

You showed him a smirk. “Keep your focus on me,” you said, the words landing firmly despite them being coated with honey.

“Or what?” he breathed, eyelids fluttering wildly when you sat back, pressing your crotch against his growing erection.

You grabbed his hands, placing them on your thighs, indicating to him where you needed him to touch you. “Or I’ll get nasty,” you told him.

Joshua let out a low cackle, his body vibrating below yours. “Tempting,” he said, sneaking another look at Jeonghan. “Don’t you think?”

Jeonghan pressed his lips into the tiniest of smirks. He couldn’t hide his own enjoyment in his glinting eyes either, looking at you and then at Joshua. “Can’t say it isn’t,” he said, then nodded at you. “Keep going, princess.”

You suddenly became too conscious of your own body. The excitement pulsing in your veins, making your skin prickle and hot. The way your limbs moved, graceful but at the same time, you felt in a rush of emotions, making your fingertips twitch and tremble as you ran your hands on Joshua’s torso from his abdomen to his chest.

You bent over again, kissing his lips one more time. “Be good, yeah?” you breathed.

“I’ll be good,” Joshua replied in kind.

You left a kiss on the corner of his lips, feeling his hands explore your body while you kissed his neck, his collarbones. You adored his body, kissing every inch of his skin to show him how badly you wanted him to feel good. And when you reached his chest, he instantly tensed, his hands slipping to grab your thighs, clenching them softly.

Joshua sucked in a breath through his teeth, the hissing sound cutting through the air. “Fuck,” he whispered as you palmed his bulging pecs, brushing one of his nipples with the pad of your thumb while you grazed the other with your teeth, ever so lightly.

“Mmn,” you hummed softly, enjoying his reaction. Now, emboldened, you closed your thumb and pointer fingers around his nipple, pinching it softly as you licked the other.

The grip his hands had on your thighs tightened, but without hurting. You caught sight of the skin on his arms prickling at the sensation of your tongue on his nipple, so you repeated the same motion on the other.

“That feels good,” he sighed blissfully.

His eyes were closed, his red, plump lips were parted, the lower hanging almost in a silly-looking way. Then, as you bent over to run the tip of your wet tongue around his nipple, his eyebrows began knitting. And you wanted to get more of that look.

Slowly, you covered his skin with loving kisses, trailing down to his navel. The tips of your fingers outlined the soft hairs of his happy trail, from below his belly button until you reached his pubic hair, teasing him a little with the lightest of touches.

You sneaked a glance at his face. Joshua swallowed hard when your gaze met his, his hand finding your cheek to cup it with careful fingers. He watched as you grabbed his hard cock with one hand, angling it so you could kiss the tip without tearing your gaze away from his.

Then, testing him, you licked the bulbous head of his cock, which was flushed and oozing precum. Joshua was already tense, so he could only let out a quiet moan as he watched you swirling your tongue around his cockhead. “Fuck,” he gritted, closing his eyes. You were wrapping your lips around him, and then you started blowing him off.

“God, baby. You’re so good at this,” Jeonghan praised, watching you bob your head up and down on Joshua’s cock.

“Fuck, yes she is,” Joshua gasped, his tone strangled as you hollowed out your cheeks, making obscene noises with your mouth wrapped around his cock.

His fist closed around your hair, fingers coiling tightly around your strands of hair and making you whine in a mixture of pleasure and pain.

“Behave,” Jeonghan told Joshua, his tone stern and unquestionable.

You took his cock into your mouth again, gagging softly as his tip kissed your throat, but barely. He was so big that you couldn’t fit him into your mouth completely, so you began stroking him around the base.

“I’m trying,” Joshua gasped.

Jeonghan wasn’t pleased with that answer. A metallic and fuzzy material was slipped into the free hand, and you instantly knew what Jeonghan’s intention was. You grabbed the handcuffs, blindly finding the button that snapped them open, and waited.

One of Joshua’s hands was still firmly attached to your thigh. So it was easy to find his wrist and close one of the handcuffs around it, the metallic click bouncing off the walls.

You raised your head, taking his hand by the handcuff and placing it above his head. “Told you to be good,” you said, hovering on top of him.

Joshua blinked slowly at you, a faint smirk painting his face. “That was me being good,” he told you with a flick of his studded eyebrow. “And you know it.”

You nearly gasped at his words. “Give me your other hand,” you said, trying to exert control. But in reality, you were flustered. And dripping wet.

Joshua obediently offered you his other wrist as you hooked the chain of the handcuffs around the rails of the headboard. And when the other cuff closed around his wrist, you fell into a desperation.

You wanted to ditch the plans of just making him feel good. You wanted to feel good too.

But you pushed your own desires aside.

You positioned yourself between his legs, grabbing the bottle of lube that you had used beforehand. You lathered your fingers first, and then you started teasing him by grabbing his cockhead with your hand, pumping him languidly as your lubed fingers circled his hole.

Joshua sucked in a breath again, clenching his teeth tightly as he watched you play with his patience. “Babe,” he whispered shakily.

“Mmn?” you replied, almost primly.

“Hurry,” he whispered impatiently.

“Relax, let our Bunny do her thing,” Jeonghan said with a light giggle, outlining Joshua’s sharp jawline with two fingers, motioning Joshua’s face towards his. “You said you’d behave.”

You continued spreading lube around his hole before using one finger first, feeling his entire body react to it. “God, that feels good,” Joshua whispered, closing his eyes as you started working him open.

“Yeah, I know,” Jeonghan replied, giving him a slow, passionate kiss.

Joshua moaned into the kiss, his hands twitching uncontrollably in their cuffs as you pushed another finger inside him, scissoring him slowly. You knew Joshua was just as eager as you were because he pulled back from the kiss, giving you a look. “Please, baby, just do it,” he said with a high-pitched whine.

“You’re ready for me, Josh?” you asked slowly, still pushing your fingers inside him.

He nodded with sharp and rapid motions. And that was enough confirmation for Jeonghan, who sat up, grabbed the pink dildo from the bed and placed it in your boyshort panties. He placed a kiss on your shoulder, watching you stroke the dildo up and down, lubing it completely.

And then you scooted your hips closer to his ass, your thighs spread in position as you guided the pink tip of your dildo to his hole, notching it playfully at first. Joshua let out a sharp breath, but didn’t stop you. His eyes were locked on your face, blinking slowly as you started pushing in, and in…

“Fuck,” Jeonghan whispered at the sight.

“Oh, god,” Joshua gritted, sinking the back of his head on the pillow. He sighed deeply, screwing his eyes shut. “Fuck, fuck, baby,” he drawled as you pushed in your toy in and out of him shallowly, testing him.

“Slowly, Princess,” Jeonghan said beside you, his eyes trained on the pink dildo disappearing inside Joshua.

You felt clumsy at first, thrusting the dildo by moving your hips with slow, tiny motions. But as you rolled your hips on him, you caught a rhythm you could keep without tiring out quickly. And it had Joshua moaning out raunchily, clenching around the toy and forcing his wrists against the cuffs.

“Deeper,” Joshua sighed, blinking repeatedly. “Please go deeper, baby,” he pleaded with a raspy tone.

You looked at Jeonghan, asking for permission. He nodded at you, and then you pushed your hips flushed against Joshua’s, slipping your hand on the back of his thigh to angle him for your deep thrusts.

“Good girl,” Jeonghan said beside you.

Joshua gasped, his body arching off the mattress as he moaned. “Fuck, that feels good,” he said. “Don’t stop,” he said, his eyebrows furrowing deeply. “Please, please.”

“Make him cum, baby,” Jeonghan told you, his eyes shining with both awe and adoration for you and Joshua.

And you imagined what you would look like from Joshua’s point of view. Your cheeks were flushed, sweat covering your forehead, but just barely. Joshua couldn’t keep his eyes away from your face as you mirrored his expression of pleasure. His eyes dipped to your chest, to your tits every time they bounced as your thrusts turned faster.

“Fuck, I’m gonna cum,” he gritted, his mouth dropping open as he gasped desperately.

Jeonghan acted fast, lying on his side to kiss Joshua. He wrapped his hand around Joshua’s hard cock, and started stroking fast around its head, just as ropes of white cum started spurting, and just continued leaking, landing all over Joshua’s abdomen, chest and the back of Jeonghan’s hand.

Joshua was breathing hard as Jeonghan pulled back after leaving a soft kiss on Joshua’s bottom lip. “Baby, stop,” Jeonghan told you.

“No—keep going,” Joshua pleaded, his eyes teary in pleasure.

Your hips stuttered, but Jeonghan nodded at you, pushing you to continue thrusting. You planted your hands on Joshua’s hips—just like he does it when he fucks you, and just continued fucking him, deep and fast.

“You’re going to cum again?” Jeonghan asked, not hiding the awe in his tone.

Joshua’s hands balled into fists, a gasp leaving him as he just nodded, his gaze wandering back to you. You were beginning to grow tired, but you didn’t relent. Changing the position of your body, you leaned forward slightly, putting the work on your knees and thus bringing down your hips on Joshua slightly harder.

“Fuck!” Joshua gasped. “Right there, baby,” he whined raunchily.

And then something out of the ordinary for you happened. Because Joshua began letting out a series of lewd sounds, gasps and moans, his cock twitching in the same way it does every time he cums. Joshua was having an orgasm—one that was very evident by the way the air left him, in the way his body was taut and beginning to tremble. 

Joshua blinked slowly, opening his eyes as he went lax and looked around curiously. You slowed down, stopping only when Jeonghan gave you a tight nod with his head.

“What happened?” you asked, your tone rising in slight worry.

Jeonghan smirked just as Joshua lifted his head, looking down at his body. “Shuji had a dry orgasm.”

Joshua sighed, a lazy smile spreading on his lips right before he let his head fall back onto the pillow, giggling slowly. “I didn’t even notice,” he said.

“Was that a first?” you asked, tilting your head to one side.

He nodded, licking his lips. “Felt like a normal orgasm,” he shrugged.

“Are you good?” you continued.

“Yeah, baby,” he said, sighing once more. “Wonderful.”

You looked at Jeonghan again, looking for more instruction. “Take that off,” he told you, motioning to the boyshort panties as he grabbed one towel he had prepared beforehand and started cleaning Joshua’s abdomen. “You did well,” Jeonghan muttered, looking at Joshua’s face dreamily.

You climbed off the bed, discarding the panties and the dildo altogether.

“That was amazing,” Joshua said, following Jeonghan’s gaze as they locked eyes briefly.

But their moment was cut short. You crawled on top of Jeonghan, pushing him down with your hands planted firmly on his chest. He sat back against the headboard, gasping softly as you straddled him and, without any foreplay, any warning, you sank on his cock.

“God,” Jeonghan bit back a moan, both men looking at you now.

You let out a blissful sigh as you bottomed out on him, his hands grabbing your hips to guide you through it, knowing you were tired. But you rolled your hips on his cock as though your life depended on it. Sweet, sweet pleasure was building back inside your body, sizzling beneath your skin as both of your partners held witness to you being so horny that you couldn’t even speak.

Jeonghan’s hands clutched your hips tighter, swallowing a moan. “Fuck, baby,” he said in pure awe. “You’re so wet. Did you like fucking Joshua?” he said, a smirk spreading on his beautiful lips,

“Mmm-huh,” you nodded, letting out a whiny moan as you grinded your hips down on Jeonghan, feeling his cock reach in so deep that your eyes started to water.

Jeonghan moaned with you, blinking slowly as his own pleasure started to build up. He turned to Joshua, nodding at him meaningfully. And once again, you were too slow or too unaware of their silent communication that you didn’t know what was going on before it happened.

Joshua nodded back, pressing the button of the handcuffs with the pad of his thumb. The handcuffs sprang open, letting him free in an instant. And your dominance was gone with it, too, as you watched Joshua push himself on his knees and right behind you. With one effortless move, he snatched you up from Jeonghan’s body, bending you over for him and slipping his hard dick inside you, all in one go.

“Joshua—!” you gasped, instantly subdued to the merciless snapping of Joshua’s hips against your ass.

You placed your hands on the headboard, bent over Jeonghan as he watched your face, your body, your pretty tits bouncing against his face as Joshua fucked you hard and fast. Jeonghan cupped your tits, softly palming them before taking one of your nipples into his mouth, suckling obscenely loud.

“Fuck,” you gasped lewdly. “I think I’m gonna cum,” you said.

“Let go,” Joshua husked in your ear, his arms still firmly wrapping your body as he pushed himself in and out of your cunt. “Cum for me,” he said.

Your eyes searched Jeonghan’s face as he pulled back, giving you a tiny nod. “Cum on his cock, baby.”

The tight coil inside you finally snapped, making you wail out in pure pleasure. Your eyes rolled back right before your eyelids fluttered closed, letting go of the tears gathering in the corners. Your hands held onto Joshua’s forearms, your fingernails sinking deeply into his skin as you cummed like you haven’t in a while.

“Fuck, you’re making a mess, baby,” Jeonghan sighed, getting all the view of your cum dripping out of your pussy.

Joshua let out a deep moan that reverberated on his chest, vibrating against your back. He pressed his forehead against your nape, his deep thrusts slowing down and now using his arms to sink you back down on his cock, fucking his cum deep into you. “God,” he gritted against your skin, pressing a tiny kiss. “Feel so good.”

And then you thought he would let you go. But instead, he sat you back down on Jeonghan, making you gasp as his cock slipped inside, pushing Joshua’s cum and yours back inside your pussy.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan whispered, moving his hips sloppily at first, trying to fuck his cock into you.

You followed the motion of his hips, moaning at the sight of Jeonghan’s face riddled with pleasure. It gave you another rush of energy, making you plant your hands firmly on Jeonghan’s chest, angling yourself forward right before you started rolling your hips faster.

Jeonghan’s mouth fell open. “Fuck, that’s it, baby,” he drawled lazily, looking at you as you fucked him hard and fast. “That’s it,” he added in a mere whisper.

Joshua slumped down on the bed beside Jeonghan. And now you had them both looking at you, both men completely and utterly lost in you, in your face, in the way you were moving your body.

“Baby, keep going,” Jeonghan said, his tone rising but still gruff. “Fuck, I’m cumming,” he said, and then let out a deep moan. “Fuck, oh fuck—” he gasped, mouth parted as his eyes locked with yours.

A wave of pleasure washed all over you, making your skin prickle. And it pushed you to take your fingers to your mound, stroking your clit with fast swirls. Your entire body shook when Jeonghan’s hands clenched your hips tightly, fingernails digging into your skin. The sudden flash of pain had you tipping over the edge.

“Jeonghan—” you gasped, right before your second orgasm took over you, hot waves of pleasure consuming you quickly. The thought of having both of your partners sharing you like that—cumming inside you—it drove you crazy.

You stopped after a couple of seconds, breathing hard, languid with pleasure and exertion to the point that you felt ready to pass out.

Jeonghan read you well. He grabbed you by the wrist, tugging you towards him. You simply lay your head on his shoulder, facing Joshua, who was lying still, or equally as tired as you were.

“That was… intense,” you said.

Joshua smiled. “That’s one way to put it,” he said.

“That was amazing,” Jeonghan said with a big sigh, pressing his lips against your shoulder. “You were amazing, baby.”

“I agree,” Joshua said, grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles.

“Yeah?” you asked, “Did you like it, Josh?”

“I loved it,” he said, blinking slower and slower.

Aftercare happened like it usually did. You showered, checked if your body needed water or food, and got ready for bed. You tidied the bedroom first, cleaning all of your toys from the bed, along with the evidence of the activity you had with your boyfriends.

You were the first one to lie on the bed. You waited patiently, looking at your boyfriends prepare their things for their next day at work respectively. Jeonghan joined you first, and Joshua was last.

“You’re okay, Bunny?” Joshua asked curiously as he lay on his side.

“Yeah, why?” you frowned.

Joshua’s gaze flitted to Jeonghan in a dash. It was a fleeting glance, but you noticed. “You’re quiet,” he said. “More than usual.”

“I’m tired,” you said. But once again, your tone landed weakly.

“Is there something you want to talk about, baby?” Jeonghan asked, his tone rising slightly.

Your breath caught in your throat. There was so much that you wanted to share. All your concerns, all of your anxieties, gone with one breath. You gaped at Jeonghan briefly, right before tearing your gaze away from his face, directing it to the ceiling.

“I want us to spend more time together.”

The room stilled at your confession. Joshua didn’t move, his gaze fixated on your face, as Jeonghan turned on the bed, now mirroring Joshua.

“What do you mean?” Joshua asked softly, slowly.

“Yeah, you’re barely here,” you said, still avoiding eye contact. You started to fidget with your fingers, twisting around the sheets. “I want us to do more things together—I don’t know. I miss us.”

Your tone fell at the last word uttered. And you felt your words reaching them, even if they said nothing at first.

“Well, what do you want to do, Princess?” Jeonghan asked.

At that, you dared to look up. Jeonghan was calm, but as you locked eyes with him, he immediately started to read the features of your face. But you still went on, determined to let your thoughts out. “I know that it’s… a bit complicated for us three to go out on dates in public.”

“But you’ve thought of something,” he caught on.

You nodded. “Remember that I told you I wanted to go camping?” you asked Jeonghan.

He blinked and then nodded.

“I found the perfect place,” you said, heartbeat going so fast inside your chest that it made your tone quiver. You reached for your phone under your pillow and then quickly pulled out the photos of a camping site you found online. “Maybe we could rent a cabin. Or get a tent, I don’t know. But I would like to go here.”

You showed them the pictures, Jeonghan took the phone from your hand, swiping a finger on the screen to read more about the place. Its location, the details, and prices. Your heart fluttered in excitement.

“It’s a nice place. Off the grid. Might work,” Jeonghan said, locking your phone and leaving it on the nightstand.

You turned to Joshua, and without him even uttering a word, you knew what his answer would be. And your heart deflated completely.

“Baby, I think it’s a nice idea. And I would love to do it someday soon but,” he breathed in deeply, bracing himself to see the disappointment in your face. “I can’t have breaks right now. Not when we’re getting ready for the second leg of the tour and recording music.”

You lowered your gaze, nodding dejectedly. “I get it,” you whispered, trying hard not to choke up.

Joshua pinched your chin, commanding your gaze back to his face. “But that doesn’t mean we can’t have dates, you know?” he said, offering you a hopeful smile.

“Like what?” you replied, swallowing hard.

“Maybe we could do a movie night. Or we could play board games again. Or dinner with wine, I don’t know,” he said, shrugging lightly.

“I’d like that,” you said, sniffling softly. “Can we do all of that soon?” you asked. 

Joshua blinked, his brow furrowing. “Yeah. Of course, baby,” he said.

“Tomorrow?” you asked, your tone tiny.

Jeonghan chuckled. “I have a rehearsal. Let’s do it this Wednesday.”

“In three days?” you asked, looking down at the bedcovers. “Okay.”

There was an exchange of looks between Jeonghan and Joshua. You could sense it in the way the air emptied, in the way there was a tension tightening in the room, but there was nothing voiced out loud.

“Is there something else you want to tell us, baby?” Jeonghan asked in a tone that was low, but sweet. Cautious.

You shook your head on your pillow.

And something hung in the air, deflating your heart with remorse. Something telling you that if you didn’t speak up now, you’d pay for it later. You’d been through this before, and somehow, you just didn’t learn.

Because you never learn. Not until it was too late.

Days went by, and you became more and more convinced that something was wrong. Like maybe you had moved into the wrong place, maybe you had jumped into something too fast, too soon. Now, you were entirely alone in a place that felt like a palace—of shiny floors that almost showed your reflection, cold spaces that felt too empty that you could hear your own echo.

You were alone.

Joshua was out recording music for his next album.

Jeonghan was caught up in long hours of filming.

You balled your hands into fists, trying to swallow your incoming tears. You desperately craved for either one of them to get back to you, to notice that you were in dire need of attention. Oh, because you recognized that you were just mad because both Jeonghan and Joshua had forgotten about the movie night.

They forgot, you thought with a stabbing pain in your gut. They forgot about your plans to spend the night together. It was insulting, really. You had worked really hard to get this afternoon free to spend it with them… and they simply had different plans that would consume the rest of their day and would give no second thought to your efforts.

You stared at your phone screen. The chat you shared with them called Home sat vacant. You hesitated before typing,

Did you guys forget about tonight?

I thought we had agreed to have a date tonight. 

No answer.

I’m done.

With a frenzied feeling reeling inside you, you pushed yourself to your feet from the couch and made your way to your bedroom. There were big tears in the corners of your eyes as you pulled out your duffel bag and emptied it out on the walk-in closet floor. You grabbed your essentials, sleepwear, two changes of clothes and toiletries.

That sane part of you was begging to pull the brakes. Begging you to think this through before you do something really stupid. But that part was growing smaller as the seconds went by, and you felt freer from the shackles of that stupid pain stuck deep inside of you like a thorn.

You were convinced now that you were doing this for yourself. After changing your clothes, you went to your studio to pack your laptop—and then something stopped you.

The photo on your desk, showing both Jeonghan and Joshua smiling with you, caused you to rethink for a split second. With a short sigh, you grabbed a sheet of paper, splitting it in two and wrote two different messages, leaving each on its respective side of the bed.

Your heart thumped in your chest loudly as you made your way down to the elevator, duffel bag on one shoulder, laptop bag on the other. But you didn’t stop, and you didn’t look back.

And then, you left.

Jeonghan felt his pulse strumming on the base of his throat.

As soon as he got the chance to get a moment by himself, he pulled out his phone. It had been vibrating incessantly for a few minutes and then just stopped. He’d thought it would be just usual business in the group chat he shared with you and Joshua, maybe you’d sent something funny, or maybe not that funny and Joshua was teasing you for it.

But as Jeonghan scrolled through his messages, his heart dropped to his stomach.

At the top of his screen, Joshua’s name and phone number appeared. Jeonghan hurriedly pressed the green button, accepting the call.

“Hey, what’s going on?” Jeonghan asked calmly, but his gut feeling was telling him to run.

“I was going to ask the same thing to you,” Joshua said, and by the sound of it, Jeonghan could tell that he was still busy in the recording studio.

“Did we miss the movie night?” Jeonghan raised his wrist in front of him, bringing his smart watch to life. It was Tuesday. He frowned.

“I thought that was happening tomorrow,” Joshua said, also responding to what would’ve been Jeonghan’s next question. “She’s not answering my texts, and she’s not picking up the phone.”

Jeonghan sighed heavily and started to walk towards the parking lot where he’d left his car. “I’m heading back home. You keep trying her phone, okay?”

“Yeah, I will…” Joshua replied, disheartened. “Maybe we just didn’t make sure when we agreed to do it.”

Jeonghan blinked, car keys ready in his hand as he stood in front of his car. “But we didn’t,” he frowned. “Or did we?”

“I don’t know. We could’ve,” Joshua replied, and just by the tone of his voice, Jeonghan could picture the expression on his boyfriend’s face perfectly. The worried look, the slightly knitted brows. “But that doesn’t matter now. Not when she thinks we haven’t really been present with her. And that we’re not making time for her, you know?”

“Yeah, I’m all too familiar with how that goes,” Jeonghan replied shortly, getting into his car and turning the engine on. “I’m heading back home. I’ll text you when I get there.”

“Sure. I’ll try to break free from here soon too. Bye,” Joshua said, hanging up right after.

At that moment, Jeonghan could hear the slight tinge of worry in Joshua’s voice. He knew then that the panic inside him was not misplaced, not entirely.

As he drove there, he kept dialling you through his car’s dashboard, getting more and more anxious each time you rejected his calls. He kept thinking of what to say now that might compensate for this big fuck up—even if it wasn’t truly a fuck up and you got the dates mixed up. There wouldn’t be an easy way to sort this one out, not at first.

“Come on, baby. Just pick up,” Jeonghan whispered to himself.

The elevator ride was excruciatingly slow. It had him tapping his fingertips against the rail outlining the metal box, sighing at each time he felt like his lungs were about to burst.

Jeonghan hated conflict. He hated facing someone he cared about and potentially saying hurtful things to each other, even if those things weren’t necessarily insulting.

He pulled out his phone and opened his chat with Joshua, texting: I just got home. Where are you?

The elevator doors parted as he pocketed his phone, making his way into the apartment. He felt his phone vibrate in the pocket of his jeans, but Jeonghan didn’t have the headspace to pay attention to that—because when he opened the door, his heart instantly deflated.

“Baby?” he called tenderly as he pushed himself through the apartment, finding the living room decorated in a movie night theme.

There was a bowl with popcorn on the coffee table, three clean wine cups and a bottle of red wine were lined neatly around the bowl. You had set the coffee table with your favorite snacks and had also left your favorite board games at hand in case the movie wasn’t entertaining enough.

Jeonghan’s heart squeezed as he looked at the living room and everything you had done for the date. You had readied everything for the perfect date, but not only that—with so little, you showed just how much you had missed hanging out with Joshua and Jeonghan. The details, the preparations—you were excited.  

You missed the homeliness of it. You were eager to have that again with them.

“Bunny?” Jeonghan called your name, louder this time. He made for the bedroom with a hurried step now. “Baby, we’re sorry, we thought—”

He came to a stop.

Your clothes were scattered on the floor, trailing to the walk-in closet, where Jeonghan found more items that belonged to you. The side of the closet that was for your stuff was messy, as though picked apart in a hurry.

Jeonghan’s pulse began to race. His mind was split apart, but somehow he still had the lucidity to think sharply, even though part of it was beginning to reel anxiously. He ran to your studio, knowing now that he wouldn’t find you there—but he would find a definitive answer instead.

Your laptop was gone from the desk.

At that, Jeonghan stopped completely, knowing there was nothing else to be done here.

He returned to the bedroom, feeling lost. His heart was still beating frantically, vibrating through his whole body to the point he felt like he was on the verge of puking.  

However, this time he saw something that he had missed at first. There was a sheet of paper neatly placed beneath his pillow, and an identical one beneath Joshua’s as well. He went around the bed and grabbed his, opening it with trembling fingers.

I left to get some time and space for myself. I’ll be sitting by the lake, looking at the stars.     I love you.

Jeonghan read the brief note written in your handwriting over and over again, walking aimlessly until he stumbled upon the couch. There was so little information on the note, but with that, you were letting him know where you had gone. And Jeonghan knew perfectly well that you wanted to be left alone.  

This fuck up, as Jeonghan had called it, had struck a nerve for you.

But his attention was robbed at the sound of the front door clicking. He raised his head, trying to compose himself as best as he could as Joshua made his way to the living room, taking his jacket off.

“Hey,” Joshua sighed, his face still contorted in a frown. “How bad is it?” he asked, blissfully aloof to the graveness of the situation.

Jeonghan’s shoulders went slack as his entire body went heavy with anxiousness. He breathed in, preparing himself for it. “Joshua—”

“What?” Joshua asked, his face melting into worry.

“She’s not here,” Jeonghan said, folding your note with his fingers. Anxiety built up swiftly, coiling around his throat. He gulped hard. “She packed a bag. Left a note. There’s one for you too.”

Joshua’s mouth parted softly as acknowledgement sank within him. And then he shuddered hard. “She left?” he asked dejectedly, his eyes widening as he hurried to the bedroom.

Jeonghan made no move to follow him and waited, hands holding your note still as he looked around the living room.

The space was so large that even Jeonghan felt small in the white, tall walls of it. And his poor heart was crushed over the thought of you waiting for him and Joshua to come through that door—only to find out that once again, you had been ignored and work was more important.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan sighed, taking his hand to his face and rubbing it hard, trying to ease the pain in his chest.

Joshua came back to the living room, his entire demeanor darkened with misery all over. He was pressing the phone to his ear, but then locked it and threw it somewhere on the couch again. “She took her laptop too,” Joshua said, as though that were the damning evidence of your punishing departure.

A pause.

The room stilled in cold, dead silence. The emptiness permeated the walls of the living room, and somehow, this place felt strange to Jeonghan now that he had your absence to ponder over.

“What do we do now?”

Jeonghan shook his head slowly. “We do nothing,” he said, his tone flat.

Joshua paused, deadpanning to Jeonghan. “Nothing—what do you mean nothing?” he gasped.

Jeonghan made a motion to Joshua’s note that was still neatly folded in half. “What does yours say?”

Joshua unfolded the sheet of paper and handed it to Jeonghan without a word. This note was a bit lengthier, and Jeonghan suspected why.

I’ll come back as soon as I clear my head. I really need this for myself, so please don’t come find me. I’ll be at the camping site I told you about. Please try not to worry about me, I’ll be fine. I’ll be safe. I will come back. I love you.

“So what, we just sit and wait? Shouldn’t we be doing something?” Joshua asked with an anxious edge to his tone. He grabbed onto the end of the headrest of the sofa as he tried to bring himself to a calmer state.

Jeonghan raised both notes in his hands. “This is what she’s asking, Joshua,” he said. “We should at least give her that, don’t you think?”

“But she left because she feels lonely. I get that she doesn’t want us to worry about her, but I don’t want her to think that we’re okay with this—” Joshua gritted. Straightening back again, he started for the door and then turned back around immediately. “At least I’m not okay with this.”

“I’m not happy with this either, but if this is what she needs right now, then I think we should let her have it,” Jeonghan argued, trying to keep himself put together, but in reality, he was brimming with panic too.

Joshua let out a heavy sigh. And with great reluctance, he shook his head and started pacing back and forth in the living room.

“Besides, there is nothing we can do,” Jeonghan added, trying to make Joshua see reason. But part of him felt that he was saying these things for himself as well. “She’s not picking up the phone or replying to any of our texts. We could go to the camping site and look for her, but—”

“She asked us not to,” Joshua finished the sentence with slight disappointment. “Yeah, I know.”

“We messed up, Shuji.”

At that, Joshua turned around. His face was contorted in pain, anger and distress. “You don’t think I know that?” he asked, nostrils flaring angrily. The frown made his eyes look darker, and the corners of his mouth were slightly downturned. “I thought we were past this, I thought—”

Jeonghan shook his head slowly. “This is different,” he asserted, motioning to the notes with a light move of his hands. “This doesn’t feel right.”

Joshua let out a big sigh that denoted his full frustration. He hated this, Jeonghan knew. “Of course it’s not right—she’s fucking gone,” Joshua hissed, turning away and walking towards the bedroom, hands cupping his nape, pulling his own hair.

Jeonghan stared at the two pieces of paper in his hands for a second before diverting his gaze out of the window. The sun had fallen, so now the city lights were at full view against the dark, moonless night. Jeonghan sat in the living room for a long while, contemplating the silence and letting your absence sink in.

This doesn’t feel right, Jeonghan thought, convinced that there was something more to the reason why you left. You tended to run away when things got hard, he knew that as well as Joshua. But you had reached your fill.

This was the result of days and nights feeling lonely and ignored, yes.

But something didn’t fit.

There had to be more to the reason why you left. And Jeonghan needed to find what it was.

In all your years of writing, you had made a little tradition for yourself. Whenever you turned in a final manuscript, you would book a trip somewhere. You would take your mind off things that pertained to work for a little while. Sometimes you would only go for an afternoon, sometimes you’d stay a night and then come back home.

However, this time was different.

You hadn’t turned in your final manuscript of your second book on time. And this was a first for you. And this being the first time, you felt awful. You wanted to blame all the external factors in your life for this—the stress, the writer’s block, the anonymity, your relationship…

But in truth, it was you the reason why the manuscript wasn’t ready. Your head was all over the place, and you recognized that. Your thoughts felt like a meteor shower, except that everything went in a different direction, crashing in the wildest ways imaginable.

You felt exhausted.

The trip had taken longer than you had anticipated. Getting out of the heart of the city at rush hour was the first mistake. You had to sit through hours of traffic dodging calls, planning what the next days would look like.

And your heart was not resting. Your mind was racing with the dozen things you needed to cover before you reached the cabins. Things like food, expenses, the trip back, and most importantly: what you were going to do when you got back.

You were leaving that last thing to the very end of your trip.

A big part of you knew that you had let your impulses win. You felt ignored, lonely.

You let out a sigh. The driver directed a look at you over the rear mirror, but didn’t make any inquisitive expression. And you didn’t make the effort to explain that you were exhaling out of the stress coiling around your heart, and not because of the long time it was taking you to get out of the city.

Your phone vibrated in your fist. And this time, you didn’t even check if it was Jeonghan or Joshua calling. You simply dodged the call by swiping your thumb over the screen.

One of the things that kept you from turning back was the fact that you knew what their apologies would sound like. And that fact also gave you a very odd sense of peace—as though knowing that you weren’t coming back home to a solution also prepared you to not feel disappointment.

You gnawed at your bottom lip, tears at the verge of spilling from your eyes. Your phone began vibrating again, and you swiped your thumb automatically; the name Josh kept appearing incessantly.

And you didn’t wonder more. You didn’t wonder whether they had arrived at the apartment yet, only to find that you weren’t there. You didn’t wonder if they had already found the notes you had written for each of them. And it wasn’t because you didn’t care, but because it even hurt to think.

When you arrived at the cabin you rented, you felt free. All the thoughts that were consuming you bit by bit seemed to ebb away once you lay down on the bed alone. Staring at the ceiling, you took in a big breath, trying to calm your weary heart.

You thought of telling them that you had arrived safely. But each blinking of your eyes took you further away from reality, and into a very deep sleep—the deepest and soundest sleep you had ever experienced in a long while.

Sleeping alone for the first time in what truly felt like ages led you to wake up feeling disoriented. Your heart constricted in your chest as you looked around your surroundings, finding nothing but the four wooden walls that were so different from your home. You breathed in the smell of dust and humidity, trying to take deep breaths to calm yourself down.

You searched on the bed, realizing at a slow step that you had slept in your regular clothes. And when you finally found your phone somewhere beneath the pillow, you turned it on, squeezing your eyes at the bright white light of the screen. You skimmed through an endless number of text messages from each of your boyfriends.

But you pressed the tip of your finger on the Home group chat. It sat empty from the last message you sent the night before. And it felt vexing that the next message after twelve hours read:

I arrived safely.

I’m fine.

It was the first time, maybe in months, that Jeonghan felt empty.

In these past few months, he’s been in a relationship with you, and he’s had ups and downs. In all fairness, it was a really complicated relationship from the start. From the moment he realized he was falling in love with you, he knew that his heart was destined to go through a lot of stress.

And what was to be expected, really? Falling in love with his best friend’s girlfriend was something damned to fail. But lucky for him, it worked out for him. And in that, he was now in the most complicated situation he’d ever been in. But also, the easiest.

Loving you was easy.

So much so that he didn’t find it in his heart to be mad that you left. In fact, he felt sad and disappointed in himself that he didn’t see this coming. Or maybe that he did and still didn’t make any attempts to stop you from leaving.

The first night you were gone broke his heart.

Joshua was lying on his side, hugging your pillow. He had done this instinctively, almost, as though he needed to feel something closer to him to fall asleep. There was no playing around as usual, no fighting to see who would get to cuddle you for the night.

He woke up alone. It made him feel empty.

Jeonghan turned over, reaching for his phone in the nightstand. And as he read his screen, his pulse quickened—you’d texted. It didn’t matter to him that you had done so in the group chat. It was something.

So he took a chance, pressing the call button. His eyes fixated on the ceiling as your phone rang once, twice…

You picked up the phone at the fifth ring.

“Baby?” Jeonghan called softly, heartbeat racing unbearably fast.

“Hi,” you replied quietly, shyly.

Jeonghan sighed, closing his eyes slowly. “How are you?” he asked and then waited for your answer.

You took some seconds to reply, which Jeonghan thought you were just thinking of your answer. “I’m fine,” you said, your voice creaking slightly.

He sat up on the bed. “I’m so sorry,” he mumbled, feeling his heart squeeze.

There was a pause. And Jeonghan hated that he couldn’t see your face, so that way he would know what you were truly thinking. Because he knew you weren’t fine, he could tell by your tone alone.

“Listen, I don’t have a lot of reception here. I just wanted to tell you both that I’m going to come back home in a few days,” you informed him, your voice quivering, but you kept yourself firm.

Jeonghan felt the air leave his lungs. “A few days?” he repeated dumbly. He shook his head slightly. “Baby, please come home. We can talk about this—”

“There’s a small café and convenience store near the camping site where I can charge my phone and get reception. I will visit twice a day, once in the morning, once before sunset,” you continued.

Jeonghan lifted his gaze to the doorway, where Joshua was appearing with a worried look on his face. Jeonghan closed his eyes slowly, bringing two fingers to pinch the bridge of his nose. “Baby, please just listen to me—”

“So if you really want to talk to me, be sure to clear out your agendas every day at eleven in the morning and six in the afternoon,” you said, sighing out in a sign of finality.

Jeonghan breathed out, knowing that he didn’t have any upper hand in this. He had no control over the situation. “Fine,” he gritted.

“Okay,” you whispered, surprised that he had conceded to your plan that easily. “Okay. I’ll go now.”

“Wait,” Jeonghan said, and when the line didn’t go dead, he continued. “I know you’re not really looking for apologies right now. But we’re truly sorry,” he said, opening his eyes to find Joshua’s face.

Joshua sat on the foot of the bed, as though his knees had given out. His eyebrows were knitting in worry, his big brown eyes boring into Jeonghan’s.

You said nothing.

“Please—” Jeonghan mumbled, his voice breaking when he couldn’t keep his nerves down. “—just come home, baby. You don’t need to do this. Please, just talk to us.”

“Maybe I do need to do this, Hannie,” you said, softer this time. “I’ll call again in a few hours, okay?”

“Fuck,” Joshua breathed in defeat.

“Okay,” Jeonghan replied to you, also knowing that it was futile to keep pleading. “We’ll be waiting for your call.”

“I love you,” you mumbled. And as though shy, you added in a lower tone: “I love you both.”

At that, Jeonghan understood that you knew Joshua was also listening to the conversation. He nodded. “We love you too,” he said.

And then you hung up.

Jeonghan sighed, throwing his phone aside with little care as to where it landed. “She’s coming back in a few days,” he informed Joshua. “Didn’t tell me when.”

Joshua shook his head slowly, his gaze lost somewhere on the floor. “You were right,” he said, his voice gruff with emotion. “This doesn’t feel right.”

Jeonghan breathed in deeply in an attempt to get rid of the ugly feeling gnawing at his heart. “Yeah,” he whispered, bringing a hand to Joshua’s shoulder. He squeezed softly, thinking that if he couldn’t ease his pain, he’d try to give some peace to Joshua. “But she’ll come back.”

“I know,” Joshua said, nodding. He lifted his head, locking his gaze with Jeonghan. “I know,” he repeated, more reassuring this time.

The next morning was peaceful.

You woke up feeling released from an invisible weight. Like all of your worries were put on hold, and you were able to finally breathe.

You walked out of the cabin, the wet and cold air receiving you and making you hiss.

The camping site was beautiful, even more so than the pictures you had shown Jeonghan. Your heart squeezed. You had planned to come here with them both, and you would be enjoying this place with them. But now, with the sudden turn of events, you had to do it alone.

Your stomach was empty, but somehow your appetite was nonexistent. The thought of not being with your partners made your stomach feel uneasy, but you knew that you had to get something to eat soon.

The camp was beginning to take life. As you breathed in deeply and then exhaled, you started to feel weightless. You were really here. Alone. You had gone a long way from home.

You palmed your pockets, pulling out your phone. You had three hours to eat, drink coffee and perhaps take a look around.

You arrived at the small café right as a group of old ladies was coming out. They were all embroidered in heavy gossip, each carrying a paper bag and a cup of coffee. You knew that they were staying in the cabin right next to yours; you remember vaguely listening to their voices right as you were falling asleep.

They eyed you curiously as you crossed paths with them, probably wondering what you’d be doing all alone and so far away from anything at all. But you didn’t mind, you kept walking towards the small café, where you got a donut and a coffee. You plugged in your phone and laptop and got to work.

Being freed from all of the anxieties gripping you back in the city was truly the greatest medicine. As you opened your final draft, you found out that the words you were looking for were sitting at the tips of your fingers all along.

And you wrote, and wrote until the clock marked ten minutes to eleven in the morning. You were almost reluctant to stop, but you did, turning your computer off and putting it back in your knitted satchel. You were happy with your progress; you were one step closer to the finish line.

The air outside was still crisp, despite the sun blazing against the very green surroundings. Your teeth clattered slightly, but you pulled out your phone, gnawing at your bottom lip as you debated who to call. But you pressed your thumb against the call button and waited.

“Hi Bunny,” Joshua sighed, almost as though he’d been holding his breath, waiting for your call.

“Hi Josh,” you replied, closing your eyes as the feeling blooming inside you took over your senses with a powerful shudder. It was the sound of his voice, wrapping you like a warm blanket.

“You’re on speaker,” he informed you, and by his tone, you could tell that he wasn’t happy at all. “How are you?”

You knew that you were in deep trouble now. But you didn’t care. You didn’t find it in yourself to care. “I’m okay,” you replied nonchalantly, opening your eyes to fixate on a nicely shaped cloud in the sky.

There was a silence that stretched between you and the other end of the line. You could almost picture them, your boyfriends sitting around the phone, debating what to do, what to say now that you were gone.

“Bunny, we need to talk,” Joshua said.

You breathed in, trying to bring back that weightless feeling you had earlier. “Okay,” you said.

“Do you know when you’re coming back?” Joshua asked, enunciating each word slowly, cautiously.

“No,” you replied, lowering your gaze to your feet, where you kicked a rock with the tip of your boot. “I’m thinking that maybe I’ll come back after I finish my draft.”

You heard a sigh, and you initially imagined that it was Joshua who had done it. But then—

“So if it takes you a week to finish it…” Jeonghan said, his tone tight. And it was then that you knew that by leaving, you had probably caused some tension between Joshua and Jeonghan.

Your heart fell to your stomach.

“Then I’ll be back in a week,” you replied, remorse eating at you.

“Don’t you think that this is too much?” Joshua asked, and you heard Jeonghan mumble something under his breath. You weren’t able to make out what he said, but you knew he was trying to contain Jeonghan. “Baby, we get it—you’re mad at us, we fucked up. But nothing will get solved if you stay away—”

“Joshua,” Jeonghan cut in sternly.

Your heart deflated painfully. “And you think you’re solving things like this?” You asked slowly, trying to keep your feelings in check, something you were failing miserably at.

He stuttered for a beat. “No—I don’t know,” he confessed, his voice cracking halfway through the sentence. “Please just come back. We can’t fix things if you’re away.”

You breathed out, building some courage to get yourself through this. “You made time for me just because I left, Josh. So we can say that leaving did fix something,” you said gently, almost in a motherly tone.

“Right—and we learned our lesson. Happy?” Joshua bit back resentfully.

“No, I’m not happy,” you said. “That’s the whole point!”

“All the more reason to come back and talk with us!” Joshua said, his tone ringing now with exasperation.

“You’re not talking, you’re just yelling!” you replied, your pulse quickening to the point it made you feel nauseous. “If you’re not really going to talk, then I’m hanging up the phone.”

“See? You’re doing this again. You’re running away!”

“Joshua—!” Jeonghan’s voice shot through your ear like a bullet.

Tears brimmed in your eyes before you could even process what you were feeling. Anger, pain, remorse. You sniffled loudly, squeezing your eyes harshly to try to stop the tears from flowing anymore. “I’ll call you later tonight, yes?”

“I’m sorry. I didn’t mean—” Joshua started.

“Wait—” Jeonghan cut in.

But you didn’t give them a chance to say anything else. You cut the line right as they were speaking, without even caring about how childish you were coming across. You hated this. The sticky feeling you always got whenever you had a confrontation.

Joshua was right. You were running away.

You made for the way back to the cabin, one hand gripping the strap of your satchel, the other your phone. The air in your lungs felt tight, and your stomach felt uneasy with anxiety. And as you fought with your feelings, your body started to lose the battle first.

Your steps stuttered, causing you to stumble against a tree, where you held up a hand to steady yourself. Your vision weakened, eyes tearing up, but now from something different. And it was then that anxiety won, pushing your body to a lamentable demise.

“Is something wrong, petal?” a voice called.

You barely had time to look up before you came face to face with one of the women you had seen earlier in the café. You shook your head slowly, your vision blurring just before you vomited your guts out at the roots of the tree that was propping you up.

In seconds, the group of ladies were coming to your aid. And you immediately felt bad, because you were sick due to a condition of your heart, and your own thoughts had betrayed you.

But there you were, vomiting all because you were once again too weak to face hardship.

Jeonghan threw his phone on the table quite heedlessly. “What the fuck, Joshua?”

Joshua was sitting down at the round table, head between his hands, bouncing a knee frenetically. “I’m sorry,” he said, sitting back with a sigh.

“You didn’t need to say that,” Jeonghan said, rising from his seat and pacing around the dining table. “What the fuck were you thinking?”

“I wasn’t,” Joshua said, his gaze piercing a hole into the ceiling. “I lost it. I’m sorry.”

“You have to apologize to her next time. We need her back, Joshua,” Jeonghan said, trying to keep his anger in check.

“But she doesn’t want to come back, she doesn’t want us to go looking for her. What can we do?” Joshua said desperately. “Our hands are tied! We can’t do shit until she decides to come back—”

“She will come back,” Jeonghan repeated for the nth time, tiredly. “And we won’t get her back until she feels that it’s safe to do so. And you’re not helping by pointing out her wrongs.”

“I know,” Joshua said, shaking his head. “I just can’t be okay with this.”

“I get it, but right now we need to think clearly,” Jeonghan said, tension flitting across his face, but he forced himself back to composure. “Right now, we need to concede to her plan.”

The next days were more of the same. If anything, change only came with a decline of things.

The next days felt like living in a haunted house. You were gone, and it was as though everything that was holding them up was lost. While Joshua’s mood had gone off like a bomb from the moment you left, Jeonghan’s slowly withered.

And the longer they were stuck in this standstill, the more erratic they became.

The promise of your return was beginning to look more and more uncertain. Your calls were even shorter. You only called to check in, to tell them that you were alright.

Until one day, you didn’t call.

Joshua pushed the button of the lift, and then, with more desperation, he pressed it again and then sighed shakily. It was the fifth day you were gone, and Jeonghan didn’t want to see it, but he was beginning to lose his mind.

“Come on,” Joshua gritted, pressing the button one final time before the doors of the lift closed up.

Jeonghan pulled out his phone, his stomach twisting in anxiousness. “Maybe she forgot,” he mumbled.

“She couldn’t have,” Joshua replied at once, leaning back against the wall of the lift, placing his hands on the banister and gripping tightly. His gaze was lost on the floor, and Jeonghan knew his boyfriend’s mind was beginning to reel.

“Maybe she didn’t charge her phone,” Jeonghan said now, but he knew the words were empty. His heart deflated, stress coursing with each pump. “Or maybe she finally decided she’s better off like this.”

“She wouldn’t,” Joshua said, annoyance ringing in his tone. “She was happy, she told us just that—” he said, letting out an exasperated sigh. “If you’re not going to say something helpful, then shut up.”

“Don’t tell me to shut up,” Jeonghan bit back, giving Joshua a scornful look. “We need to prepare for the worst. She’s been gone for five days, and not once has she expressed even wanting to come back. We left her alone, we dismissed every single complaint she had, and then we stood her up.”

“We didn’t stand her up!” Joshua gasped, his eyes widening in pure fear. “If you don’t want to go looking for her, then fine, but if she doesn’t call today, I’m going to the camping site.”

The doors parted, letting Joshua out before Jeonghan could reply with anything. But Jeonghan fell into step anyway, heart heavy as they both made their way to the apartment door. Joshua pushed himself in the direction of the kitchen, where they would wait for your phone call.

But Joshua came to a clean stop, noticing something new. Jeonghan sucked in a sharp gasp.

It was a lonely coffee cup, filled with water to the brim. A forgotten and unused tea bag was sitting on the counter. The water looked as though it had been boiled previously, but time went on, and it chilled, leaving specks of water where it once steamed. It was something so simple, and yet, it told both of them everything they needed to know.

Joshua reacted first. “Bunny?” he called out, his voice carried by a hint of hope. “Baby, are you here?” 

They both made it to the living room, where you were lying asleep on the obnoxiously large couch, hugging a blanket.

Jeonghan felt a wave of relief washing over him as he saw your pretty face. And in one second, he knew that every single resentful thought and comment he made all stemmed from fear of losing you. He looked at you and in one second, he forgot about the disappointment he felt when you left.

Jeonghan sighed, casting a look at Joshua, who took two steps towards you. “Let her sleep, Shua,” he mumbled softly.

But it was too late. You jerked awake, opening your eyes before you raised your head.

“Hey there,” Joshua said ever so gently. He was being cautious. “Don’t you want to sleep on the bed?” he asked at first, as though all of the other questions sitting at the tip of his tongue were meaningless.

Jeonghan understood that. But he couldn’t hold his curiosity back with that much efficacy. “When did you get here, princess?” he asked. And then, with slightly more urgency, he added. “Why didn’t you tell us that you were back?”

You pushed yourself up, sitting up slowly. Exhaustion was written all over you, but there was something else, something that was difficult to even hold witness to. With a painful jab to his gut, Jeonghan knew that you had been crying yourself to sleep—he’d seen it before, he was familiar with that look on your face.

And it seemed that Joshua noticed this at the same time, sending a furtive but meaningful glance at Jeonghan.

“Please sit. Both of you,” you croaked, motioning to them over. Your voice was low, but even then, it was still sweet.

Jeonghan moved first, sitting next to you without moving his gaze away from you. Then Joshua followed, sitting to your other side.

“I got here like two hours ago,” you replied to Jeonghan’s question. “I thought you’d be back soon. But I was too tired, and I fell asleep waiting for you.”

“Why did you leave for so long?” Joshua asked, his face showing the worry he had been trying to hold back for days.

You shook your head, gnawing at your lower lip to stop it from quivering. “Please, I’ll answer to everything in a moment,” you told him, your voice lowering to a broken whisper. “Just let me get this out and I’ll tell you everything.”

You stood up from the couch, slowly moving to the armchair where you had left your bag. “I didn’t know why I was feeling so drained, and it scared me that my emotions were so out of control, so I started thinking and then—” your voice got cut off by a sob. But you didn’t stop, reaching inside the bag to pull out a bunch of Ziploc bags. “—I started feeling ill.”

Jeonghan watched the moment happen in front of him as though his mind had left his body. With a deep blow to his chest, he instantly knew what was inside each plastic bag. They were pregnancy tests. Each bag was labelled with the time and date you did each test, the symptoms you were having, and the results. Some were marked as negative, but the majority were positive.

“I’m pregnant,” you said, voice trembling. And your entire demeanor had an explanation for its renounced nature now. You were suffocating in nervousness and panic.

All the things Jeonghan felt in that moment.

“What?” Jeonghan blurted, turning his head to look beside him.

Joshua was equally, or if not, more shocked. His eyes had widened, his mouth hanging slightly. His whole body had gone rigid, to the point that Jeonghan was sure his boyfriend had stopped breathing.

Huge tears spilled from your eyes as you sighed in both exhaustion and something that resembled despair. “I t-took all of these tests. Only two came out negative,” you said, choking back a sob. “I’m pregnant,” you repeated, still quivering.

Jeonghan took the bunch of bags from your hand. “But how is this possible?” he asked despite his shock. Jeonghan didn’t have the headspace to count or to read the things you had scribbled in the notes on each bag. But he could swiftly calculate at least ten of them. 

“I don’t know,” you mumbled shakily.

“Did you stop taking your birth control pills?” Jeonghan asked, the words still spilling out of him before he could think twice about them.

You shook your head, using the back of your hand to wipe your tears. “I’ve been taking them accordingly until I found out about this,” you said, your voice coming out a little congested.

With trembling fingers, Jeonghan skirted through the plastic bags as though he needed to see the eight out of ten positive test results to convince himself. You did all of these tests all on your own, and held to this information for days before mustering the strength and valor to tell Joshua and Jeonghan.

Foolishly, Jeonghan felt his mouth drop open. His eyes skimmed through the notes you had scribbled with Sharpie on the plastic bags. He read through the symptoms you were documenting in each bag. You were sick for days, experiencing nausea, breast tenderness, and headaches.

And he remembered you constantly feeling tired. The lashing out, the crying… And he’d brushed it all off. His heart crushed even harder. “What do you want to do?” Jeonghan asked, slipping into a problem-solving mode.

You shrugged, lower lip trembling slightly. “I’ve already talked to my doctor and scheduled an appointment,” you replied, but the answer felt empty. Like you were hanging on for either Joshua or Jeonghan’s opinion on the matter.

Jeonghan’s gut twisted, realizing that his mind was completely blank.

You watched them both for a long minute, anguish contorting the features of your face as neither of them mustered the reaction you were looking for. You had expected something else, what? You were not sure. But you were disheartened by their impassiveness, by their shock. You had half-expected Jeonghan to be shocked, yes. But you also had expected Joshua to appear at least a bit happier.

Your eyebrows knitted in a bit of despair. “Joshua?” you called softly, taking a tiny step towards him. “Babe, are you listening?”

Joshua snapped to reality. In one movement, he rose from the couch, picking you up from the floor with a big hug, spinning you around in the living room. He was completely silent, his eyes glistening with tears, sobbing loudly as he hid his face in your neck.

You let out a light giggle, wrapping your arms around him. Relief washed over you; it was visible by the way you closed your eyes, sighing through your nose. Joshua put you back on the floor, cupping your face to kiss it repeatedly to hear your laughter again.

You touched his forehead with your own, cupping his face in your hands. “I’m pregnant, Josh,” you repeated. Your voice was now sweeter and so full of love.

And Jeonghan just watched. Aghast, heart beating a mile per second.

You were pregnant.

✮ author’s note: helloooooo!!

this has been sitting in my drafts since july 2024. and it truly is so amazing that we're here now! so uh, ta-da? lmao

thank you guys for reading this far! i has been a while since i had posted such a long chapter and it has been really exciting. this was a roller coaster of emotions. and i loved every minute of it!

i am so excited hehehe

toodles!

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✮ author's note 2: soooo, this one is a little bit long, lol. they take a little while to gdtf ksksks but bear w me, because the sex scene is loooooooooooong. i apologize but at the same time idc, this fic is super indulgent for me hahakjfhf

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part viii

Home.

You woke up with a slightly throbbing headache. As soon as your lucidity kicked in, you were aware of the arm draped on the curve of your waist. You stirred beneath the tangled bedsheets, breathing in deeply.

Jeonghan tightened his arm around your waist, pulling you closer to him before you could wander away from him. “Morning, princess,” he mumbled lazily, his tone low, and there was a slight gruff to it that you only heard when he woke up.

You smiled to yourself, curling back against his body. “Morning,” you mumbled back, creaking one eye open.

Joshua’s side of the bed was empty. And he was nowhere to be seen around the bedroom.

“What time is it?” you asked.

“Dunno. Don’t care,” he breathed, but didn’t attempt to move.

You let out a disgruntled sound, trying to reach your phone on the nightstand, but the grip Jeonghan had on you made it difficult. You turned over, only to catch a sight of his face partially buried on the pillows. “Hannie, let me move,” you whined just as impishly.

He took a deep breath through his nose. “No,” he mumbled, not bothering to open his eyes.

You stared at him in utter disbelief, yet he didn’t even open his eyes. “Jeonghan,” you muttered, kicking your butt back at him but only making him grunt. “Come on, I need to pee.”

He muffled a lazy giggle on the pillow. “Go and then come back here,” he replied sluggishly.

You rolled your eyes, nudging his shoulder with the palm of your hand. “God, you’re so clingy,” you teased, giggling at him.

That drew a smile on his face. He stopped hugging you, pulling his arm from your waist. “Says you,” he mumbled lazily.

You slithered beneath the bedsheets, letting out a tiny yelp when Jeonghan slapped your thigh playfully as you were climbing off the bed.

But you walked to the bathroom through the hallways cluttered with cardboard boxes containing your belongings.

When you came back, the bed was empty and already made. You snorted when you noticed the noise coming from the kitchen. So you made your way there with a quiet gait, following the smell of coffee drifting from the kitchen.

Jeonghan was leaning back against the counter, his arms crossed on his chest. He was giggling about something you weren’t able to hear when you got there. But his eyes were on Joshua, who was busy putting ground coffee into the brewer. His back was turned, but he was saying something, and from the sound of his voice, you could tell he was smiling.

The moment slowed down for you as you witnessed it.

They both were so wrapped up in their conversation that you went completely unnoticed. You watched as Joshua turned to Jeonghan, putting a hand on the counter, right next to Jeonghan’s hip.

Jeonghan raised his face, a nervous look crossing his face as Joshua leaned forward, Jeonghan closed his eyes as they both shared a tender kiss. It was quick, but it left Jeonghan with a smile on his face as Joshua turned to continue his task. Jeonghan watched him briefly, but his eyes were drawn to you as if he might’ve felt your presence.

Joshua followed Jeonghan’s gaze, finding you standing beneath the doorway. “Good morning, bunny,” he said gently.

“Morning,” you replied with a smile, approaching him to plant a small kiss on his cheek, then moving to kiss his mouth.

Jeonghan watched, and you already knew what he would say before he uttered the words: “What about me?”

You panned to him, making him giggle. “Come here, you,” you mumbled, pressing your lips to his. You noticed as you placed your hand on his shoulder that Jeonghan was wearing Joshua’s clothes.

“How did you sleep?” Joshua asked, turning the stove on.

“Fine, but I am kind of hungover,” you admitted with a shy smile.

“Well, you were partying like you’re the rockstar here,” Jeonghan snorted, nodding at you. “Go rest, baby. We’ll take breakfast to you.”

You sat on the couch, legs tucked under you, watching your boyfriends move around each other seamlessly. Like they had a plan they had spoken about before you got there and were just following along without them having to talk.

They looked at each other occasionally. Jeonghan smiled like there was something he was keeping a secret. But you knew there was a shyness to his smile, the way he drove his gaze away and just kept to his task at hand.

But Joshua wasn’t having it—he mumbled something under his breath, making Jeonghan smile and huff. Joshua came closer to Jeonghan, leaning towards him and looking at his face intently.

Jeonghan didn’t skip a beat—he closed the space between his lips and Joshua’s, planting a quick and playful kiss. “You’re going to burn the pancakes,” he reprimanded with a chuckle.

“You keep distracting me,” Joshua mumbled, turning over his shoulder to look at you.

You smiled at him when he noticed your gaze upon them, observing the tender moment they were sharing.

Jeonghan turned around, following Joshua’s gaze. He left the open kitchen, wandering towards you and sat down beside you, his fingers brushing your ankle. “Did you take the drugs I left you on the nightstand?”

“Yeah,” you replied aloofly, looking at his dishevelled form. His black hair was messy on one side and flat on the other, he looked cute despite that. You noticed he was wearing Joshua’s t-shirt, one that he usually wears to sleep.

You reached out, brushing his hair with your fingers. “Thanks for taking care of me, Hannie.”

He pressed his lips into a smile. “Always, princess.”

Joshua came into the living room with a plate of toast and a mug of coffee, which he set down on the coffee table. He had a sleepy smirk on his face, but he looked happy, almost excited, even.

After he set everything on the coffee table, he practically plopped down across both your legs and Jeonghan’s with a dramatic sigh.

You switched your hand from Jeonghan’s hair to Joshua’s, which you noticed now was slightly wet from the shower he took before you woke up. “We’ll have to get a giant couch eventually. One that actually fits the three of us.”

Jeonghan smiled softly, a hand moving to rest on Joshua’s hip. “Yeah, about that,” he mumbled, aiming a knowing look at Joshua.

“What?” you asked, panning from Jeonghan’s face to Joshua’s.

Jeonghan’s fingers fumbled with the hem of Joshua’s t-shirt nervously. “I’m moving in,” he announced, lifting his gaze to look at you. His mouth parted as he studied your face. “I decided to move in with you both.”

The first thing you knew was that Joshua was fully aware of this turn of events. His silence told you that much, and his gaze was focused on you, waiting for your reaction.

What you felt then was an immense sense of relief. This was what you wanted—a home with both of your boyfriends, something that provided you with more stability. Commitment.

“Oh—o-kay,” you whispered, gathering your words. But you were happy beyond belief. You finally smiled. “Oh my god,” you stuttered. “I’m so excited.”

Jeonghan blinked when he heard the emotions making your voice quiver. “Yeah?” he mumbled, his eyes starting to glint.

You nodded happily. “This is going to be great.”

Joshua smiled too as he rose from the couch. “That means you’ll have to start packing up,” he told Jeonghan with a pleased sigh.

“That is the part that doesn’t excite me,” Jeonghan said through gritted teeth, but then he finally smiled. “I think I could hire someone to do that for me.”

You clicked your tongue, reaching to grab a waffle. “Don’t be lazy, Jeongjeong,” you said, taking a large bite. “I could help you with that.”

Jeonghan giggled, slapping your thigh playfully. “I am lazy. Do you know how much shit I have?”

Your eyes widened. “Oh, then we’ll probably have to look at other apartment options,” you said.

Joshua pressed his lips, humming thoughtfully. “I think the apartment you chose is perfect,” he said.

“Yeah, I don’t think we need more space than that,” Jeonghan chimed in, using his hand on your thigh to caress your skin.

“But I do agree with you, bunny. We need a bigger couch,” he smirked, entering the kitchen to grab the two forgotten mugs of coffee and bringing them over to the living room, giving one to Jeonghan.

Jeonghan received his mug, looking at Joshua sitting down next to him. “We need bigger everything,” Jeonghan agreed. “Maybe a bigger bed, even.”

You gave him a pained look. “I like my bed.”

“Yeah, because you don’t sleep with yourself,” Jeonghan chuckled and then explained: “You move around all the time.”

You gaped at him, shocked. “That’s not true.”

“It’s true,” Joshua mumbled under his breath, sipping from his mug quietly.

“Specially when you’ve had too much caffeine throughout the day,” Jeonghan said, now emboldened. “That’s why I hug you through the night, so you stop moving.”

You made a horrified expression. “So you don’t hug me because you love me?” you cried out.

Jeonghan started laughing, tipping his head back. “Of course I do, baby—”

“I thought you both liked cuddling me!” you squealed, trying not to smile at your own ridiculous act.

Joshua raised his palms innocently. “Don’t drag me into this,” he said. “I’m used to you moving around—”

“Oh, so you also hate me.”

Jeonghan squeezed his eyes shut, still laughing. “Princess—”

“You bastards,” you accused falsely, making him laugh even harder.

“You should’ve just kept your mouth shut,” Joshua told Jeonghan, concealing a small smile.

“Baby, you know we love you,” Jeonghan said, wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “But you need to fix your sleeping habits.”

You dropped your act, your shoulders going slack a little. “Yeah, you’re right,” you conceded, sighing through a smile. “Maybe one day I will.”

“Until then, we get a bigger bed,” Jeonghan said, laughing again when you deadpanned at him.

But you couldn’t lie, you were happy.

The morning of the move came. You woke up before your alarm went off, and the sudden rush of excitement kicked in, pushing you out of bed. The realization of how much stuff you had accumulated over the years hit you as you walked from your bedroom to the living room, which was littered with tons of moving boxes.

Around the time the truck came in, you were ready to go. Joshua helped you with moving boxes, and soon the apartment started to empty. Jeonghan arrived some hours later, more to monitor rather than do the heavy-lifting, occasionally taking one box to the truck.

As the space started to feel hollower, you slowed down, appreciating this part of your life you were leaving behind, taking a moment to reflect.

Joshua left the box labelled as notebooks on the kitchen counter with a loud thud. He sighed, walking towards you. “What’s wrong?” he asked, immediately noticing something in your eyes.

The apartment where you had lived for years was now completely empty. Every single corner that you had filled with memories was now stripped, echoing with each footstep you took towards the door.

You had stopped in the kitchen to ponder, watching the space in silence.

“Nothing,” you finally replied, lifting your gaze to find him. “I’m okay,” you said, but your tone was off.

Joshua’s gaze softened. “You sure?” he asked, pouting slightly as his brow furrowed. “You look sad.”

“I’m just thinking,” you muttered softly, extending a hand to him.

He took it, slipping an arm across the small of your back, turning you around so he was the one leaning back against the counter, wrapping you with his arms in a hug. “What are you thinking about?” he asked, studying your face.

You placed your hands on his chest, shrugging slightly in his embrace. “After I published my first book, I had enough money to move out and live alone. I moved to this apartment and started building a life, little by little,” you told him, your gaze flitting across the white walls. “Then I met you. I’m just thinking of how crazy life is.”

Joshua tilted his head to one side. “Are you sad that you’re leaving this place behind, then?” he asked curiously, and when you nodded, he smiled slightly. “Well, look at this the other way around—we’ll be taking this huge step, all of us. Together.”

The twinkle in his eye told you everything you needed to know. Joshua was happy. It warmed your heart to see the corners of his eyes lifting in a happy smile. You ran your palms down his chest, holding his gaze.

“I’m only sad I’m leaving this place behind because it holds so many memories,” you said quietly, trying to convey all your emotions with a single glance.

“We’ll make new ones,” Joshua said, still holding you firmly. Something made his smile fade, but whatever he was thinking of, it didn’t tarnish the twinkle in his eyes. “And who knows—” he shrugged slightly, “—maybe being in a bigger place will give us the opportunity to start thinking of the future.”

You blinked dumbly at him. “Like what?” you asked.

He paused briefly, licking his lips as he selected his words carefully. “Yeah, I mean… we’re a family now. You, Jeonghan and I. It would make sense for us to take things further, right?”

“Further as in…” you trailed off.

He gave you a nervous smile, one that was gone in a second. “I know that things are more complex now that we have Hannie, but—” he took a deep breath. “I haven’t given up the idea of making you my wife.”

Your heart stopped for a second, and your mind started reeling. Everything about his demeanor told you he was sure of his words, even if he looked nervous to voice them.

Joshua noticed the shock in your eyes, so he continued: “Don’t panic yet,” he said, a smile spreading on his face. “I just think that we should talk about it. Soon.”

“Yeah, I think we should,” you agreed. “What about Hannie?” you asked, lowering your tone due to the nervousness tightening around your throat.

“Maybe I spoke too soon,” Joshua smiled lightly. “I plan to talk to both of you about it. With us moving in together, I just think that we should consider taking things seriously. All three of us.”

You coughed an awkward chuckle. “Joshua, you’re making no sense,” you said.

But in that moment, Jeonghan stepped into the apartment, looking distracted. His sweet brown eyes fell on you and Joshua, and his shoulders went lax. “Oh, I see you two lovebirds are slacking off,” Jeonghan accused, looking at you reproachfully. “I was beginning to wonder why you guys didn’t come down.”

Joshua released you at once, and you backed away, still distraught. Joshua cleared his throat, facing Jeonghan. “There’s only one box left,” he pointed to the box he had left on the kitchen counter previous to your conversation.

“Okay, then you take it,” Jeonghan ordered with a cheeky look on his face.

Joshua smiled, but it was very obvious that his nervousness hadn’t washed off. Quite the contrary.

Jeonghan extended an arm out to you. “Ready, princess?”

You nodded, breathing in deeply. “I’m ready,” you said, approaching him to take his hand.

Jeonghan laced his fingers with yours as Joshua grabbed the remaining box with your stuff. Then you walked out of the empty apartment, throwing one last look over your shoulder before Jeonghan closed the door for you. And then you, Jeonghan and Joshua stepped out of the building, embarking on a new chapter of your lives.

Together.

Jeonghan sat on the foot of the new bed for a minute, staring at the screen of his phone.

He’d just agreed to direct a huge TV series for a very popular streaming service. And the script he’d been offered wasn’t even half-bad. But it felt unpolished. It had pacing issues, underwritten side characters and too many songs one after another.

He’d mainly been tasked with offering structural feedback before the shooting began—tomorrow, he’d sign the contract. And he already felt the burden of this opportunity sitting on his shoulders.

His phone buzzed inside the pocket of his hoodie. Sighing, he reached for it, pulling it out and glanced at the screen.

It was an email. An invitation passed to him from one of his team’s assistants. The subject read, You’re invited to The Quiet Spring Premiere.

He arched an eyebrow. And almost decided that it was too late in the day to open it.

But the pad of his thumb hovered over the screen.

He clicked the message.

You are cordially invited to the premiere of The Quiet Spring, directed by Daniel Hwang.

He huffed a quiet laugh. They had mailed him a proper invitation to his office. But since he had taken too long to give a reply, the director of the movie had reached out to his assistant to send him the email.

Jeonghan stared at the screen for a long moment.

It wasn’t the first time he’d been invited to one of these events. And he’d attended begrudgingly, only because he wasn’t the social butterfly everyone seemed to think he was. But that isn’t to say he wasn’t popular; he was just a little awkward.

But this one was a big deal. Not some indie screening in a bar. This was the press, red carpet, formal wear, full industry, and the world’s eyes.

He took a screenshot and sent it to Seungkwan, typing, Did you give them my personal email address?

His right-hand man and close friend responded immediately with a, What do you think? I almost gave them your phone number since you’ve taken like a month to respond.

Jeonghan clicked his tongue.

On his screen, he saw three little dots appearing, indicating Seungkwan typing a long message. But at the end of it, Jeonghan thought his friend might’ve changed his mind, because the text only read, Are you going alone?

Jeonghan felt a shudder. As though he’d just swallowed a cube of ice.

But he replied, I have a plus one.

And then he locked his phone, tossing it on the bed as he rose from it and walked out of the bedroom.

The boxes sat on the pristine marble floors of the new apartment. It had been just a few days since you all moved here. Half-eaten takeout boxes were littered on the counter, three sets of chopsticks sticking out like abandoned flags. The apartment was dim, lit only by the soft glow of the lamps on the ceiling.

Jeonghan sighed tiredly, walking down the hallway from the master bedroom to the living room. You were curled up on the massive new couch, legs across Joshua’s lap. He sat next to you with his head leaning back against the headrest, his hand resting on your knee. None of you was really talking; tiredness had consumed you from the eventful day. 

Joshua ran his fingers along your shin, absentmindedly looking at the ceiling, his gaze drifted. “You took long enough,” he said, looking now at Jeonghan.

Jeonghan had just finished a long work call that took the last bit of energy he had. So he plopped down on the couch, next to Joshua and instantly curled against him, resting his head against Joshua’s shoulder. “Thank god it’s over,” he said.

You looked up from your phone screen, a sweet smile spreading on your face once you saw your boyfriends curled up on the big couch. “What was it about?” you asked, not hiding the curiosity in your tone.

Jeonghan drew in a breath, a spark of mischief appearing in his eyes. And fighting the smile that threatened to break the soft features of his face, he said: “Oh, it was just one of my mistresses, honey. Nothing to worry about.”

Joshua clicked his tongue, shrugging Jeonghan’s head off his shoulder. “Like you have the time to get other partners,” he huffed.

Jeonghan grunted as his face bumped against Joshua’s shoulder. “Ah—you little shit!” he said while laughing.

“Who were you talking to?” Joshua pressed, as curious as you were now that Jeonghan was holding back.

“It was a work thing,” he finally explained, rolling his eyes in annoyance.

“Was it about the series you were invited to work on?” Joshua asked at once, as though the memory of Jeonghan telling him about the project had never left his mind.

“Yeah. I was negotiating,” Jeonghan sighed, driving his gaze to the ceiling. “I demanded that my production team get involved, too. That way Seungkwan gets to work with me—”

“And he will take a lot of workload off your hands, got it,” Joshua muttered under his breath.

Jeonghan shot him a dark look, which Joshua just shrugged off.

“Did they agree?” you asked.

Jeonghan nodded, a triumphant smile drawing on his face. “They agreed to all of my terms. Gonna put them in the contract tomorrow.”

“Tomorrow?!” you asked agape.

Joshua also turned to him, eyes opened in surprise. “Hannie, this is huge,” he said, finally smiling. “Congrats. We should celebrate.”

“I agree. Congrats, baby,” you also chimed in.

Jeonghan smiled, hiding his face a little behind his hands. “Thanks,” he mumbled, his voice muffled a little.

Outside, the sky had already deepened into a rich navy, and the windows were glowing faintly from the city lights below. Somewhere in the silence of the apartment, the buzz and the hum of the traffic provided a steady background. You, Jeonghan and Joshua just relished in the silence, too tired to move, but happy.

You sighed loudly. “I’m exhausted. We should go to bed,” you said. “I vote for watching a dumb show tonight.”

Jeonghan patted your thigh lovingly, his cold hand sending tingling down your skin. “Why don’t you go, baby? We’ll be there in a minute.”

You immediately caught on that Jeonghan wanted a minute alone with Joshua. It was pretty obvious, and as you looked at both of them, you almost refused. But you stood up from the massive couch, noticing Joshua’s curious face as he eyed you and then Jeonghan.

“Don’t take too long, you two,” you said, raising a finger at them. “Or I’ll come get you.”

Jeonghan smiled, blinking slowly at you. “Of course, baby,” he replied warmly.

You walked away from the living room with a gentle pace, feeling two pairs of eyes on you as you turned on the corner and down the hallway, disappearing from view.

“What’s up?” Joshua asked, raising his head from Jeonghan’s shoulder too look at him fully.

“We need to talk,” Jeonghan mumbled, peeking from where he sat to the spot you had disappeared mere seconds ago.

“About what?” Joshua replied, following Jeonghan’s gaze. But you were very obviously nowhere to be seen.

Jeonghan hesitated for a second, his lips parting softly right before he released a brief sigh. “I got invited to a film premiere.”

Joshua raised an eyebrow. “For what?” 

Jeonghan sat up straight on the couch. “It’s called The Quiet Summer, or something like that. Daniel Hwang directed it. Big deal, apparently.”

“Daniel Hwang? You haven’t worked with him since—”

“Yeah, I know,” Jeonghan said quickly. “I was surprised, too.”

Jeonghan glanced between the hallway and Joshua’s face, then he continued, more cautiously now. “They’re doing a lot of press around it. And I’m on the guest list… so I am expected to walk the red carpet. Especially now that I’m on this new project, I need to put myself out there.”

Jeonghan could see in his boyfriend’s eyes the pieces of the puzzle coming together. But then there was a sparkle in his eye, Joshua had caught on.

“I’m asking Bunny to come with me,” Jeonghan said softly, his heart beating rapidly against his throat.

Joshua opened his mouth, then closed it. “So we’re doing another ‘official couple’ thing?”

Jeonghan bit his lower lip, nodding once. “Maybe I could pull some strings and get Midnight Haze invited too.”

Joshua took a long moment to reflect. “Why? You two could have your moment without me being there, you know? We avoid unnecessary drama.”

Jeonghan winced at that. “But I want you there too,” he muttered in a lower tone. “I want both of you there with me.”

Joshua gave him an empty smile. “We can’t just show up all of us there. It would defeat the purpose of you and Bunny doing the official couple thing entirely.”

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “You’re obviously not posing for the cameras with me, dummy. But I think you should also be there,” he said, and with a note of nervousness, he added: “I want you to be there.”

Hearing this, Joshua smiled lightly, his gaze softening. “You want me there or Midnight Haze?” he teased.

“I obviously want you there,” Jeonghan pouted. “Look, if you don’t want to be there for me, then fine, I c—”

Joshua laughed, pushing forward to grab Jeonghan, hands cupping his neck. “Shut up, you dumbass,” he said, crushing his mouth against Jeonghan’s. “Of course I’ll be there for you.”

The moment was put to a halt. Jeonghan melted instantly, his shoulders going slack at the same time that a sharp gasp spilled from him. But he gave in, grabbing Joshua by the hem of his t-shirt to pull him closer.

Joshua parted his lips, giving access to Jeonghan’s with a tiny but guttural moan. Jeonghan rolled his tongue inside Joshua’s mouth, now kissing him with abandon, and a hint of anger from his fleeting tantrum.

“Why did you tell Bunny to wait in the bedroom, though?” Joshua asked quietly, pulling away slightly to look a Jeonghan’s face.

“Because she’s planning to part from her anonymity because of you and me,” Jeonghan explained with a more serious tone. “Her career is changing—she’s growing quickly. And I’m going to put her in the limelight as my partner too. I wanted to talk to you about it before you freaked out.”

Joshua’s gaze disconnected as he listened. “It’s ok. I won’t freak out,” he replied quietly.

“Really?” Jeonghan asked. “People will be able to finally put a name on her face. There will be a straight line connecting her to you because of me and all the media perusing in your personal life.”

Joshua blinked, and the anxiousness was evident in the way his breath caught in his throat. “But the media talk surrounding you isn’t nearly as insane as it is with me,” he countered.

“And what if it gets to that point?” Jeonghan ventured, his pulse quickening too.

“Then we’ll deal with it,” Joshua replied, but there was something off about his tone. He breathed in, shifting on the couch slightly in discomfort. “Look, I don’t have a lot of answers right now. But I do know that the way the media will treat her with you won’t be as harsh as it will be with me.”

Jeonghan knew this to be right. Even if it were just a simple theory.

So far, the only talk held by the media and fans surrounding Joshua’s complicated love life is that there was a girl in his life, but people didn’t know who this person even was. No one knew for sure it was you. Blurry photos, and low-quality videos of you walking hand in hand with Joshua were already floating on the internet. What gave Joshua some peace of mind was that no one knew your name or face yet.

“Promise me that whatever happens, we’ll talk about it before you lose control again,” Jeonghan said, his tone shaky but his gaze steady, lingering on Joshua’s face.

Joshua knew this wasn’t something to take lightly. Every promise he’s made with Jeonghan, he’d taken seriously—even those broken by life’s unexpected change of direction.

“I promise,” Joshua mumbled, his tone unwavering.

Jeonghan pulled back, but stuck out his hand, holding up his pinky finger.

“Really?” Joshua chuckled.

“Really,” Jeonghan punctuated, holding his hand an inch higher, insisting.

Joshua’s smile became wider. But he didn’t hesitate, lacing his pinky finger and meeting the pad of his thumb with Jeonghan’s. They stayed like this for longer than they needed to, none of them really wanting to let go—their fingers remained laced, their thumbs touching until they started to feel each other’s pulse.

A second lasted an eternity.

Jeonghan lifted his face, finding Joshua’s gaze set on him. And before neither could speak up, they were closing the space between each other, meeting in a slow, tender kiss. Jeonghan locked his lips with Joshua’s, matching a perfect synchronicity almost instantly.

The kiss was wet, warm, and it had everything that drove Joshua a little crazy. Jeonghan let out a sweet but tiny grunt into Joshua’s mouth, moving his hand to Joshua’s cheek, pulling him closer, telling him to crush him with kisses if needed. Joshua also moved his hand, finding Jeonghan’s waist, gripping it gently.

Jeonghan paused for air, pressing his forehead against Joshua’s for a long moment. And Joshua was too, breathing softly but with a slight hint of desperation. “We should get to Bunny,” he whispered shakily.

“Yeah, we should,” Jeonghan said distractedly. His hand lingered on Joshua’s cheek, his thumb brushing back and forth twice. “Just give me a moment,” he said.

Joshua let out a short sigh, smiling. There was a quippy remark sitting on the tip of his tongue, and Jeonghan could sense it. So he quickly brought his thumb to the center of Joshua’s lips, sealing them for a second, bringing him to a stop.

Jeonghan squeezed his eyelids briefly, armoring himself with enough valor to speak what he hadn’t for days since Joshua kissed him for the first time. He never said these things first, and he wasn’t good at confessions. But this time, he decided to take another route.

“Hey,” Jeonghan whispered, not removing his thumb from Joshua’s lips. He breathed in, feeling himself brimming with so much nervousness that he felt like a kid meeting love for the first time again. “I love you,” he said, a little bit louder now.

Joshua took a quick breath, one that Jeonghan felt due to the proximity he still had to Joshua’s face. But Joshua pursed his lips against Jeonghan’s thumb, grabbing his hand by the wrist and pulling it down. “I love you too,” he replied with a nervous giggle.

Jeonghan released a gentle exhale, slipping his hand below Joshua’s nape, feeling his dark hair through his fingers. Joshua met him halfway with a tender kiss.

“Are you two coming to bed?”

You were standing in the living room right in front of them, wearing nothing but an oversized t-shirt you stole from Jeonghan’s closet. But your pretty face wore a pout, eyebrows knitting softly—well aware that this expression was a weakness to both your boyfriends.

Joshua pulled back, Jeonghan’s hand slipping down his neck, causing a shudder down his spine. “Yes, baby,” he chuckled lightly.

You smiled sweetly, tilting your head to one side. Something about the glint in your eyes captured Jeonghan’s attention.

Jeonghan blinked, getting up from the couch. “You were listening, weren’t you?”

The giggle that escaped you told them all they needed to know, as with that laugh, you gave yourself away. “I didn’t mean to!” you cried, watching as Jeonghan approached you with two efficient steps. “I was coming to get you, but I also didn’t want to interrupt…”

“How much did you listen?” Joshua asked curiously. 

“Enough,” you giggled as Jeonghan clicked his tongue. “It was cute!”

“Come on, you little minx,” Jeonghan quipped, slapping your ass playfully and laughing at the tiny squeal you emitted. “Let’s go to bed,” he said, sneaking a look over his shoulder.

Joshua was rising from the couch, a serene smile painting the beautiful features of his face. He blinked slowly at Jeonghan, as though signalling that everything was fine. There was no need to worry, no need to leave the conversation pending.

And despite the quick beating of Jeonghan’s heart, he knew that he was safe. He was home—with you and Joshua.

“So…” Jeonghan started, trying to drag your attention as you quite practically threw yourself on the bed, sitting right in the middle, like always.

“What?” you asked.

Jeonghan sighed, not knowing where to start. “Will you go to a film premiere with me?”

Your mouth parted in a tiny ‘o’, blinking in surprise. “Oh my god, o-of course, Hannie,” you gasped, a smile forming across your features. “For what movie? When?”

A warm feeling washed all over Jeonghan, the rigidness in his entire body dissolving once he saw your eagerness. “It’ll be soon. But are you sure, baby? There’ll be cameras, and press—”

“I’m sure, babe,” you said, nodding twice. You let out a sigh that denoted a quiet resignation, one that you were more nervous to confront with both Jeonghan and Joshua. “I’ve decided to let go of my anonymity.”

It was something you’d already disclosed to both of them before. But it was never really a conversation held in depth, and so much has changed in the past couple of weeks that you’ve decided to put it aside.

“How would that work?” Jeonghan asked, careful and curious.

The question hung in the air briefly, and Joshua looked at you with the same curiosity written in his eyes.

“I don’t know,” you sighed. “I’ll have to do now in-person interviews, maybe book tours, signing? Yena mentioned that I’d have to be more open now in social media, show my face more.”

“All the things you love,” Joshua commented, sarcasm coating his words.

You lowered your face slightly, fingers fidgeting with the hem of your t-shirt. “I used to think that I wanted to remain hiding behind a pen name the rest of my career. But now… I don’t know, plans change.”

Joshua climbed onto the bed, sitting right next to you. “We’ll protect you where we can,” he said, reaching to grab your hand. “And where we can’t, we’ll stand beside you.”

Your heart fluttered. “Yeah?” you asked softly, lifting your face to lock eyes with him. The optimism in his words felt like armor, soft and strong.

It was still terrifying to think that you would now be standing fully under the limelight. Terrifying, but freeing.

You shrugged slightly. “I guess I will be writing this new chapter with you two,” you smiled softly at them.

Joshua matched your smile, soft but proud. “That’s my girl.”

Jeonghan lay down on the bed next to you, grabbing your hand to place a tender kiss on your knuckles. “Our girl.”

There was an ominous silence in the car. One that you just assumed was born out of the nervousness that Jeonghan was trying to conceal.

He was partially turned to his window, his elbow placed on the windowsill of the car as he rubbed two fingertips on his lips. He did this as a nervous tick, you knew.

You reached out to grab his hand. “Hey,” you said softly. “Are you okay?”

Jeonghan blinked, clearly snapped out of his thoughts. But he turned to you, turning his hand over to squeeze yours. “I’m fine,” he replied with a gentle tone, taking a deep breath. “Just nervous.”

You showed him a smile. “You’re going to do fine,” you asserted.

He pressed his lips in a kind smile, but you could tell he was still nervous. “What if I say something wrong?”

“What could you possibly say?” you shrugged.

“I don’t know. I stutter when I get nervous,” he chuckled, giving your hand another tight squeeze. 

You laughed softly, but then you noticed something in him. Something that wasn’t just connected to tonight’s evening. 

Jeonghan turned slightly on the seat, grabbing both of your hands in his. “Baby,” he breathed, and his sweet brown eyes connected with yours. “I wanted to do this differently, but I guess life has been too crazy lately and we really haven’t slowed down.”

You never saw Jeonghan this nervous, let alone this serious. Your tummy clenched, and your hands instantly started to sweat. “Yes?” you whhispered shakily. 

He closed his eyes, sighing slowly. “I really wanted to do this differently, but now I have no other choice,” he told you solemnly, opening his eyes. “Would you be my girlfriend?” 

You stared, thinking that you might’ve heard wrong. 

But he continued. “I feel sad that we started our thing with the wrong foot. But now I’m about to launch you to the world as my girlfriend without me ever asking you formally.” 

Your heart squeezed. “Hannie—” 

“I know I’m sounding ridiculous,” he chuckled. “But I love you. I want to do things right with you.” 

That instantly warmed you up. You smiled at him. “You know my answer is yes,” you told him, your tone honeyed. “I love you too.” 

Jeonghan smiled as well, leaning to press his forehead on yours. “I love you, baby,” he repeated, softer now. 

The black car rolled to a stop at the curb outside the hotel. Jeonghan let out a labored breath, forcing himself to calm down.

“Ready?” you asked.

He shook his head, his eyes catching sight of the man standing outside the door. “Nope,” he said honestly. “But I’m still doing it.”

Jeonghan’s door opened, camera flashes popping instantly as he stepped out of the car. He fixed his jacket, turning around to extend a hand at you. You grabbed his hand, stepping out of the car too and standing now next to him.

Flashing lights showered over you, and you could immediately tell that they were not solely focused on Jeonghan. People knew your name now. Your true name and not the author’s. The first person calling for you wanted you to turn to their camera lens. And at first, to hear your name being called out loud made your stomach turn.

Jeonghan linked your fingers with his, squeezing your hand tightly. And then you knew what had truly been making him nervous.

You were no longer a mystery. You were now a story. Something for the world to put a name on it, to fully appreciate. 

“Ready?” he murmured, leaning to your side slightly.

You wondered if he’d read the anxiety in your face now. “No,” you said, giggling. “But we’re here. There’s no backing out now.”

He nodded. “No backing out,” he repeated.

You walked hand in hand with him just like you did that same morning. But now it was in full view of the world, the gossip sites, and the media. The first few photos were polite, routinary. Jeonghan was standing stiffly at your side, smiling carefully.

But people started calling his name, trying to get his attention. He turned to give you a look and you nodded at him, stepping back to let him do his thing. The questions started as soon as he approached.

The first few questions were peaceful, aimed to the true purpose of his attendance at that event. “How does it feel to be stepping into this new role?” Was one of the first questions, or “Who are you excited to see tonight?”

But as he continued going down the line of interviewers from magazines, websites and such, smiling and replying to each question politely. And Jeonghan, being who he is, noticed everything. He knew everything was going to be livestreamed and knew that he would soon see his face plastered on social media.

It wasn’t his first rodeo, but it sure was the first being so… personal.

Jeonghan turned to you, grabbing your hand as his face contorted into an expression of true anxiety. He broke into a chuckle once you noticed the very obvious state he was in. “Let’s get inside,” he muttered, nodding to his team.

“You have one more,” one of his coordinators told him, nodding to a male interviewer.

He didn’t have time to let go of your hand when the person was already speaking to him. The man greeted him amicably, to which Jeonghan replied in kind, bowing his head. The guy wasted no time, saying: “You’ve been keeping things under wraps for a while. You’re for sure surprising us and your fans. Should we be asking about the project or the relationship?”

Jeonghan blinked, an anxious feeling gnawing inside him. But he kept himself composed. “We’re here to celebrate the work of our colleagues, nothing more.” 

Unfortunately, that just opened the door for everyone to scream questions at him. Questions that were to some extent, loud enough for you to hear and understand clearly, even though the voices clashed and mixed.

“Is it just the two of you tonight?” one woman quite literally shouted from the back. At the same time, someone asked: “Is this your official debut as a couple?” and one faceless voice from the bunch spoke loudly: “How long have you been keeping it a secret?”

At that, Jeonghan pulled you away from the swarm of microphones, video cameras and lights. And you caught a glimpse of his face as you tried to keep up with his pace, he was not pleased.

“That was insane,” he said under his breath, motioning for you to walk before him.

You wished to have something witty to say, if it weren’t for the anxiety and adrenaline coursing through your veins. “It’s my first time facing this,” you commented, shaking your head lightly as you got to the entrance to the hotel. “It is insane.”

“If it makes you feel better, it’s my first time getting questions like this and not people asking who I am,” he chuckled, but then slowed down to direct a scrutinous look at you. “Are you okay?” he mumbled, softer now.

You walked at his pace, almost coming to a halt. “I am,” you nodded.

He released a shaky breath. “Well, I was terrified,” he admitted shyly.

Your heart stuttered. “I know. I could tell,” you teased gently. “But you handled it well.”

“You think so?” he asked, raising his eyebrows.

“Yeah, of course I do,” you replied with a light smile, bumping his shoulder with yours.

The anxiety on his face was broken by a broad smile. He panned at you from your feet to your head. “You stole a lot of looks tonight,” he said, biting his lower lip as he wrapped an arm across the small of your back, bringing you closer to him.

You huffed, blinking slowly. “It’s the dress,” you said, looking down at your chest. “My boobs look great, though.”

Jeonghan coughed up a laugh. “You’re right about that,” he said under his breath. But then he seemed to compose himself, directing you another look. “You look gorgeous,” he said softly.

“Thank you, Jeongjeong,” you replied, feeling your chest heat up.

You looked around the lounge, which was dimly lit and completely covered in luxury. There were velvet cushions and high-top tables, and just enough distance from the noise of the gala.

“Do you think Joshua is already here?” you asked, anxiously looking for him.

He followed your gaze while gnawing at his bottom lip. “I don’t know, but we shouldn’t look too suspicious.”

You looked at him. “There are no cameras inside this place,” you pointed out. “There’s no harm in just hanging out with him, right?”

Jeonghan tilted his head to one side. “Yeah, I guess so,” he said, hesitantly. Then, he sent a look around too, through the unfamiliar faces. “Where is he?” 

As soon as he got there, Joshua wanted to leave. 

He had slipped into the side lounge quietly, pleased that his presence had gone unnoticed by the media. He had nearly begged his manager to find a way to get into this premiere without having to answer any questions. And he was lucky enough that he didn’t have to do any promotional duties for his band.

Midnight Haze had amassed recognition.

So he walked there with his hands tucked in the pockets of his black pants. His hair was styled in a messy way, strands of hair hanging messily in every direction while the rest of his hair was slicked back.

When he got in there, he noticed a few familiar faces, and he couldn’t quite avoid the attention he got from other famous people.

But then he saw you.

Joshua would never be able to explain what he felt when he saw you. In the room full of people, he heard your voice, instantly plunging him back to the day he saw you for the first time. Even though it happened a long time ago, his reaction was the same—he searched your face, saw your eyes and lips. You were gorgeous, the prettiest girl he’d ever laid eyes on.

His nervousness evaporated when he saw you standing proudly, grabbing Jeonghan’s arm. And that’s when Joshua remembered the whole point of this. You had renounced a big part of your life that you held with secrecy, stepping into the light not only with Joshua’s best friend—but with his new life partner too.

And you both stood out—you always did. A slight feeling of perplexity coursed through Joshua when he noticed just how attractive you both were. You and Jeonghan attracted everyone’s eyes, and you simply had a very special synergy with Jeonghan.

Joshua approached you and Jeonghan with effortless calm, one that he could only get once he saw how happy you looked. You were so wrapped up in a conversation with Jeonghan that you didn’t notice him coming closer.

But Jeonghan did. He raised his gaze, finding Joshua standing right behind you. An easy smile drew on Jeonghan’s face, blinking at him slowly.

“Are they serving any champagne here?” Joshua said.

You winced, caught off guard by his presence. “Oh god,” you muttered, turning around. Your eyes glinted as you searched Joshua’s face. “Hi, babe!” You mumbled sweetly, not even trying to hide the affection brimming from you.

Jeonghan wrapped his arm tighter around your waist. “Easy there,” he muttered beside you.

You giggled bashfully. “Sorry, force of habit,” you said.

Jeonghan slid a flute of the champagne he decided to neglect across the high-top table. “Here. Drink mine,” he said.

Joshua gave him a thankful nod. Drinking the contents from the flute in one go. He directed you and Jeonghan a cheeky look. “You two look very convincing,” he said.

Jeonghan arched one eyebrow. “That’s a compliment, right?”

“Absolutely,” Joshua said with ease. “But I shouldn’t hover for too long. I don’t want this to backfire on our faces.”

You listened intently, keeping your gaze on both of their faces.

“I think you could stay here for two more minutes without drawing unwanted attention,” Jeonghan rolled his eyes slightly. “You’re not that popular,” he teased.

Joshua smiled, giving you an amused look. “Okay. Two minutes.”

You laughed, unsure. “So do you think this is working?”

He scratched his forehead hesitantly. “I guess we’ll have to see,” he pointed at you and Jeonghan. “I’m pretty sure that you’ve convinced at least some people. And I’m pretty sure that the media is already frothing at the mouth about your debut.”

Jeonghan sighed, pressing his lips in a tight line.

You noticed it. “Are you sure you’re okay about this, Joshua?” you insisted.

Joshua tilted his head back a little, looking at the ceiling. “The fewer questions they ask about the three of us, the better.”

“They did ask, though,” Jeonghan said, keeping his tone flat.

But in his eyes, you could see a twinge of deception. He didn’t like this plan. And he didn’t like that Joshua had the urge to keep secrets. You knew this.

“That’s why I have to step back a little. Let you two shine,” Joshua urged, motioning a step back.

But you stepped toward him, Jeonghan’s hand slipping in yours, trying to reel you back to him discreetly. “Seriously, Josh, are you okay?”

If Joshua said no in that moment, you would drop the act. Deep down, you didn’t care about appearances, about what the media or the world thought.

But Joshua looked at you and smiled. It wasn’t a forced smile, but something softer, easier. “I’m fine, baby,” he muttered quietly, but then glanced around to see if anyone was paying attention.

Jeonghan stepped closer to you, placing a possessive hand really low on your hip.

Joshua noticed the subtlety of the action and thanked that Jeonghan shared the same thoughts as him. “As long as we don’t get weird headlines or speculations, I’ll be okay. You two make the cute couple the media can root for and I get to stay in the background where the real stuff happens.”

Jeonghan huffed. But he concealed his reaction by moving his hand from your hip to your lower belly, keeping you close to him. “Very selfless of you.”

Joshua smirked. “Don’t ruin it.”

They shared a look, and you didn’t need to tap into their special connection to know what was happening. Jeonghan was still unsure about this plan, but seeing Joshua relieved that it was working put him at ease.

Joshua cleared his throat, stepping back again. “I’ll go check on the boys,” he said, finally removing his gaze from Jeonghan. “Tell me when you’re ready to go home, yeah?”

“Of course,” Jeonghan replied.

“Just wanted to say that you two are handling this well,” Joshua said, giving you both a gentle smile.

You huffed. “We’re pros,” you rolled your eyes playfully.

He started walking away, but a thought made him stop briefly: “At least... we’re the ones who know what really happens behind closed doors.”

You smirked, a nice warm feeling blooming in your chest. Joshua gave Jeonghan a quick wink, then walked away, leaving you and Jeonghan in the spotlight.

It was well past midnight when you got back home.

The elevator ride was quiet. The kind of quiet that spoke more about your collective tiredness than anything else. Socializing came harder for you than for your boyfriends, and it was a good thing that not much of it was required from you. But you still felt drained.

The apartment was dark. You slipped out of your high heels the minute you crossed the door, fumbling to get the light switch.

Jeonghan beat you to it, turning the lights on with one hand as he slid his jacket off his shoulders. Joshua came in last, slower than usual. He was tired, and even though the night had gone well, you could tell that there was a lot he was leaving unsaid.

He loosened his jacket, following you and Jeonghan to the bedroom and just stood there for a minute, like he didn’t know what to say once the noise was over.

You turned to him as you removed your earrings. “You disappeared after the set.”

He shrugged. “Yeah, I know,” he said, unbuttoning his black dress shirt. “There were a lot of people looking.”

Jeonghan reappeared from the kitchen holding a large glass of water. “You didn’t have to vanish either, you know? You were also a guest.”

“It felt safer,” he replied gently, removing the shirt from his shoulders.

Jeonghan let out a labored sigh. “Well, I’m done with that for tonight,” he said, undoing his shirt as well.

You stepped closer, wrapping your arms around both of them. “I’m glad we’re back home.”

A fraction of a second passed before you felt both Jeonghan and Joshua ease into the hug. You felt one of them loosen up and heard the other one sigh. You lifted your head, sneaking a look at them as Joshua rested his forehead on Jeonghan’s shoulder. “I needed this,” he said.

Jeonghan sighed, slowly leaning over to press a long kiss on Joshua’s head.  “Me too,” he replied softly.

Joshua lifted his head, his face so close to Jeonghan’s that it was easy for him to press his lips against Jeonghan’s. It was a sweet kiss that was immediately reciprocated, making Joshua hum.

Clothes came off first, jackets and shirts tossed over the chair that was pushed to the corner of the bedroom. No one spoke for a while, and you just co-existed with them in silence, letting it settle around you comfortably.

You flopped onto the bed with a groan, crawling to lie down right in the middle, as you usually did. Now the bed was wider and more spacious than your previous one, so there were enough pillows and space to stretch and get comfortable.

Joshua came to your side, curling up next to you. You rested your head against his chest, humming slightly as his fingers started playing with your hair.

“Tomorrow’s the recording session, right?” you asked him.

“Yeah, baby,” he replied, his tone waning in tiredness.

Jeonghan came back to the bedroom, sighing as he lay down on your other side. “What’s happening tomorrow?” he asked.

“I’m having a live session recording with the boys,” Joshua explained, though this was the second time he told Jeonghan this information.

“Ah, yes, that’s right,” Jeonghan said with a tone of acknowledgement.

“Are you nervous, Josh?” you asked softly.

“No,” he told you. “We’ve rehearsed a lot. I could practically do it with my eyes closed now.”

“How humble of you,” you giggled softly.

“What can I say?” Joshua smirked, giving you a quick wink. “We’re pros.”

You smiled in response, enjoying the look of quiet confidence he showed you.

Joshua was nervous.

There were only a few times when he truly felt like his anxiety was eating him alive. The feeling fluttered in his stomach, quick and alarmed, demanding attention. It also made his limbs tremble if he let himself feel it.

But he fought against it. He knew that he felt like this only because he cared so much. This was important, and it was a milestone that he had wanted to achieve ever since he took on the path of being a musician.

The makeup artist took little time with him, focusing more on styling his hair than his face. They adorned his ears with subtle earrings, his neck with a heavy choker made of leather and chain; and lastly and a detail that couldn’t be missed, they changed the stud piece for a black one on his eyebrow.

As he sat in front of the vanity mirror, he rehearsed in his head one more time. He didn’t doubt his ability to get the show done. It was more like a mechanism to fight off the anxiety running around in circles inside of him.

You’ll do amazing, babe. You got this. I love you, read your last text message, which sat at the bottom of the chat. You always had great timing for these types of things, always saving him when he needed it the most.

Joshua stood up from the chair once the makeup artists took a step back and went on to work on his bandmates. He grabbed the leather jacket from the clothing rack that was labelled with his name and put it on with a short sigh, letting out the last bit of his nervousness.

And as he was getting mic’d up, his mind slowly got into a state of unbreakable focus and determination. His body only followed, forgetting about the restlessness caused by his heart.

There were three stationary cameras planted on each side of the studio, where the positions would be filled by Joshua, Jihoon, and Vernon respectively. Their places were marked solely by their equipment, which where carefully and very stylistically placed—Joshua’s vintage guitar was neatly placed in a stand right next to his microphone.

A cameraman was standing behind Joshua. He could sense the air settle as the director gave the signal for the cameras to start rolling, the lights focused on each spot in burning oranges and muted yellows—and the room fell dead quiet.

Through the corner of his eye, Vernon and Jihoon walked into the studio and stepped on the small stage with an easy gait, quickly getting into their positions. That was Joshua’s cue to follow, and he started walking.

The camera moved with him, filming the back of Joshua’s head as he walked to his position, grabbing his guitar by the neck and strap and adjusting it on his shoulder as he regularly would. Stillness still ruled over them, aside from the quiet rustle of fabric, and the soft intakes of breath of his bandmates and him, who were all mic’d up.

Joshua grabbed the lonely pick that you had given him once from the mic stand. He lifted his gaze, directing a look at his bandmates, and with enough confirmation that they were ready, he started strumming his guitar.

The song was a quieter version of one of Midnight Haze’s most popular songs. They had adapted it only for this occasion, as they had with the rest of their setlist. The idea was for Midnight Haze to show their range, and that came with no difficulty for them. The first song was the one they usually played to open their shows, and it flowed quite differently now that it was stripped of the trashing of the drums and the strumming rhythm of the guitars.

But as the setlist went on, just like a regular show would, Joshua closed his eyes to relish the euphoric feeling of playing music—of his fingertips dancing on the neck of the guitar, the gentle sway of his body as he practically swam with the lyrics.

He felt how much he thought of you when he wrote music. Oh, because the lyrics weren’t subtle at all, they have never been. And in his heart, just like always, he felt you there with him on stage.

“You might be the melody I need, The only one that makes my heart complete, But you kiss me like I’m leaving, Even when I say I’ll stay.

Don’t let me go, Take me with you, Don’t let me go, Stay here with me.

I can give you what you want, I can’t give you what you want.”

His eyes remained close through each line, which he sang with a heavy layer of significance, letting them out with a rawness that he felt in his very soul. As if he were still deciding to set his emotions free, or let them choke him out.

But the attempt to keep his emotions to himself was merely futile. Soon, he became a puppet to his own songs, the words resonating in his chest, each chord he struck hitting a particular place in his heart.

And then, he was truly one with his music, as he always intended to be.

Time stopped and lost all importance—he forgot that he was supposed to be looking good for the camera while playing music nonstop. And when he looked at his bandmates, he was lucky to see that he was not alone in that.

The set was coming to an end, and Joshua almost didn’t want to let go. As much as he loved standing on a stage, sharing his music with tens of thousands of unknown faces—he was completely enamoured with a quiet, smaller session like this. It sent him back to the days when his only stage was Seungcheol’s bar, and only twenty people were there to listen.

Now, he knew that hundreds of people would watch this video. But in that moment, he didn’t really think of that. Right at that moment, he let himself feel his music just for the sake of feeling it. This was his dream.

And when the final song ended, the echo of the room captured Joshua’s voice, wrapped in the last chords of his guitar. The sound was beautifully haunting, like water running in a distant dream, fading into the stillness of the night. He stood there, hand wrapped around the neck of his guitar, while the other came to grip the mic as he sighed out the last note.

He blinked slowly, realizing that he hadn’t really engaged with the cameras at all. He had forgotten about them. About the people standing in the room with him.

Because no one moved, it was as though no one would dare to.

But then, someone clapped. One cooed in amazement. Then more joined in, putting their hands together, politely restrained, but there was a clear hint of awe.

From behind the sound console and cameras, the sound engineer nodded. “That was perfect,” she said.

And the director also gave a nod. “That’s it,” he agreed. “In one take.”

Joshua placed his hands on his hips, realizing he was out of breath. “Really?” he asked, shooting a glance to his bandmates, who were equally astounded.

“Yes! Really,” the director laughed.

People started moving again, turning off the spotlights, picking up equipment and such. The spell was broken now, but traces of it still lingered in the air for Joshua, even as he removed his in-ears, coiling the cord around his fingers.

A crew member came up to Joshua as he gathered with his bandmates. “Are you guys coming to the afterparty?”

Joshua blinked. He’d forgotten that was happening. “Ah, yeah. Just… I need a minute.”

He gave the in-ears to the first crew member who offered to take them off his hands. Then he removed the strap of his guitar from his shoulder and tucked the custom pick you gifted him in the pocket of his jeans. The next movement was transactional—the guitar returned to its stand just as Joshua pulled his phone out of the back pocket of his jeans.

He had turned it off to avoid any potential interruptions. So when he turned it back on, he found out with a pleasant feeling that Jeonghan had also left a brief but sweet message right before the cameras started rolling.

You’ll do a great job, Shuji. Come back as soon as you’re off.

Joshua smiled faintly, his thumbs hovering on the keyboard as he thought of what to reply. I’m omw. I’ll change quickly and then we have a party to tend to.  

Jeonghan’s reply came back instantly. A party?

The elevator ride was quiet, but not uncomfortable. This new building had a very ostentatious feel to it. The floors were made of faux marble, the walls slick and gray, and the small monitor to one corner beside the doors displayed the many levels he still had to go.

His new home was spacious, yes. But it accommodated three people perfectly. And although only two weeks had passed, there were still boxes full of stuff in the hallways as he stepped inside the apartment.

As soon as he closed the door, he heard a rustle of fabric, clothed feet running from the bedroom and down the hallway told him that it was you running to receive him.

“Hi, handsome!” you squealed as soon as you laid eyes on him, brimming with so much joy that it showed in your sparkly eyes.

You didn’t give him the opportunity to reply on time, throwing your arms around his neck as he barely caught up, wrapping his arms around your waist.

A gasp escaped him, but he was smiling already. “My love,” he murmured tenderly, sinking his nose into your mane of hair and using his arms to lift you off the floor. “Hi, beautiful.”

When Joshua lifted his head from the crook of your neck, he found Jeonghan—leaning against the wall with his arms crossed, a light smirk displaying on his face as he looked at you with adoration.

Joshua might belong on stage, yes. But his heart was here. With you. With Jeonghan.

“Hi there, Shuji,” Jeonghan said, pushing himself off the wall and approaching slowly.

Joshua returned you to the floor, receiving Jeonghan with a brief kiss on his lips. “Hi there, you,” he replied, smiling softly.

“How did the recording go?” Jeonghan asked.

Joshua pulled his phone out, handing it to Jeonghan. “I recorded some snippets from the monitors, and it came out fine.”

“Honestly, I thought you would take more time to come back,” you said, still smiling softly. You slipped your fingers between Joshua’s, pulling him softly as you started walking in the direction of the bedroom.

“We did it all in one take, baby,” Joshua commented offhandedly, even adding a sigh.

“One take?” Jeonghan huffed. “Then it came out more than fine,” he said, unlocking Joshua’s phone by entering the number combination swiftly.

“I guess all that rehearsing paid off,” Joshua shrugged, starting to remove his jacket when you were all in the bedroom.

Jeonghan watched the phone screen intently, humming in amazement. “Oh, wow. You guys look like pros,” he giggled.

“We are pros, Hannie,” Joshua rolled his eyes, giggling too.

“You know what I mean,” Jeonghan replied without taking his eyes off the phone screen as he sat on the bed.

You climbed on the bed right behind Jeonghan, peeking over his shoulder to watch the video too. “Oh, wow, you look great, Josh,” you immediately said, adding a giggle. “I mean—you all look great. But you’re the most handsome.”

Joshua was undoing the button on one of the sleeves of his shirt when you looked at him. He flashed you a smirk, winking at you cheekily. “I know, baby,”

You smiled shyly, sneaking another look at the screen. “Oh,” you breathed. “Oh—you used the pick I gave you,” you realized, raising your twinkling eyes at him again.

Jeonghan blinked, looking at you and then the screen. “Why don’t you ever gift me things?” he asked, pouting dramatically as he set the phone aside.

You laughed, immediately catching on to his game. “I get you things all the time, silly.”

Joshua smiled at the little quarrel between you and Jeonghan. But as he finished removing his shirt, he saw both of your attention drifting to his chiselled chest.

Taking advantage that both you and Jeonghan were looking at him, he asked: “Are you guys going to get ready? Or are you going to show up in your pjs?”

“Get ready for what?” you asked.

“Didn’t you tell her?” Joshua asked Jeonghan.

Jeonghan sighed, a guilty smile painting his face. “I forgot.”

“There’s an afterparty the studio is throwing. I was thinking of going for a bit,” Joshua shrugged, as though discarding any importance to it.

“Oh, okay,” you said while climbing off the bed. “I’ll get ready.”

Jeonghan placed his hands behind him for support. He was still sitting on the bed, his gaze set on his two lovers as they got undressed in front of him. While Joshua did it methodically, you decided to put on a show, noticing his eyes on you.

Joshua followed you with his gaze too, as you removed your tank top, stripping your torso for their view. It messed your hair, but that brought a giggle out of you as you picked the stray pieces of hair off your face. Then, quite playfully now, you threw your tank top at Jeonghan, who, expecting it, caught it mid-air with a light but impressed chuckle.

“You’re in a mood today,” Jeonghan pointed out, tossing your tank top aside on the bed.

You shrugged, tucking your thumbs beneath the elastic band of your sweats and pushing them down. “I wanna have fun,” you said with a light tone. “I think we need a party.”

Joshua smirked. “Haven’t you been partying a lot lately, princess?”

“Let her have fun,” Jeonghan interceded before you could open your mouth. Then, tilting his head mischievously, he added: “Maybe we could help her with that.”

Joshua’s eyes scanned your frame up and down once, the soft smirk not vanishing from his face as you paced around the room, wholly naked now. “Mmn, what are you suggesting?”

You slowed down, now paying attention to what they were planning. You had grown used to their schemes and also to their playful banter. To the point that sometimes you thought they said things to see if you were actually listening and not in your head too much.

“There’s a toy we haven’t used, remember?” Jeonghan said, still sitting on the bed and looking at you and Joshua like you were both Jeonghan’s personal little strip show.

“There are quite a few we haven’t used yet,” Joshua replied, arching an eyebrow. He stood before Jeonghan, wearing nothing but a pair of washed-down jeans.

Jeonghan lifted his gaze, letting his eyes outline Joshua’s toned body. “The one we could control both with our phones,” he said, smiling once Joshua hummed in acknowledgement. “Yeah. That one. Go get it.”

Joshua’s eyebrows flicked once, noticing the snappy tone that Jeonghan had used. But with a smile on his face, he turned around and pulled a drawer open.

“What are you two doing?” you said, finally catching on to what they were about to do. You were about to put on a little black dress you picked if an occasion like this ever presented itself. It was tight, and it allowed you to go braless without minimizing your figure.

Joshua pulled out a small satin bag, handing it to Jeonghan with a bottle of lube. You were observing them now carefully, so Jeonghan just patted his knee twice, motioning at you. “Come here, baby,” he said.

You panned to Joshua, who stretched out a hand and grabbed yours, pulling you in between Jeonghan’s thighs. Joshua’s large hands slid from your shoulders to your waist, gripping you gently. Standing behind you now, he bowed his head towards your shoulder, pressing his lips to your skin.

You shuddered instantly, skin instantly reacting with goosebumps all over. “What’s happening?”

The bed was high enough for Jeonghan to look at your naked chest directly, noticing your nipples pert and hardened. A tiny smile appeared on his face as he raised his sweet brown eyes to look at you. “You’re going to use this for us tonight,” he said, raising the small satin bag in his hand.

“What’s that?” you said, though you already knew it was a toy. From the moment you saw Joshua pull the first drawer open, you knew.

Jeonghan fished the toy from the bag, discarding the latter somewhere on the bed. The toy was small, egg-shaped, and it hung from a string by Jeonghan’s fingers, it’s pastel pink and blues gave it an innocent presentation it—but you knew better.

“Joshua and I will control it, while you have fun tonight, yeah?” Jeonghan said. He showed you the toy, biting his bottom lip as his eyes surveyed your reaction.

You swallowed. “Will it be very noticeable that I have it in me?” you asked at first, not saying no.

“I don’t know, princess. We haven’t used it yet,” he replied, giving a nod at Joshua. “He bought it for us to play with when he went on tour last time,” he informed you.

“Why haven’t we used it?” you asked, trying to glance at Joshua’s face, but he was still comfortably resting on your shoulder.

Jeonghan shrugged. “We were busy with other things, I guess,” he chuckled. “Like you pegging me.”

Your eyes widened at the memory. “Jeonghan!” you squealed, trying once again to see Joshua’s reaction at those words.

Jeonghan’s laugh filled you with a tingling sensation that sat at the pit of your stomach. “Baby, don’t worry!” he said. “Joshua loved watching the video we made of that time. Why do you think he wanted to try it next?”

“You never told me you wanted to try it,” you mumbled quietly.

Joshua’s grip on your waist tightened slightly. “Some day in the future, baby,” he replied to you as he lifted his head from your shoulder, pressing a kiss on your cheek.

Jeonghan’s anticipation was palpable now. “What do you say, princess?” he said, tugging the toy by its string.

You nodded. “Okay. I’ll use it,” you said, but then paused. “But don’t go crazy with it, okay?”

Jeonghan chuckled. “Princess, that takes the fun out of it,” he said.

You disregarded his comment. “Should I lay down?” you asked curiously.

Jeonghan shook his head. “Just come closer, baby. And place your knee here,” he motioned you closer, patting the bed right next to him and taking the dress from your hands.

You raised your knee, placing it on the edge of the bed, as though you were about to straddle Jeonghan, but not quite so. Joshua pulled your hair back from your shoulder, leaving it bare for him to place more sweet, distracting kisses. You tilted your head to the side, opening your neck for his soft lips.

Jeonghan bent his head forward, meeting your chest with his lips too with a kiss placed on your heart. The contact of both their wet lips against your skin made you shudder, gasping softly as Joshua’s hands held you in place.

Your eyes fell close, relishing the sweet kisses that became needier as they progressed. Joshua continued kissing your shoulder, trailing up the crook of your neck, his hot breath brushing your skin. Meanwhile, Jeonghan kissed your chest, placing his free hand on your hip to bring you impossibly closer. He took one of your nipples into his mouth, tongue swirling around it to make you moan.

They knew that you could practically cum from a little nipple teasing. But this time, you felt like you were craving their touch for so long that it sent you into euphoria to finally feel it. Jeonghan suckled at your nipple—lightly at first, brushing the pebbled bud with the tip of his tongue over and over again. One of Joshua’s hands left your waist, his fingers teasing the nipple that wasn’t in Jeonghan’s mouth. You winced slightly when Joshua pinched you, and Jeonghan grazed his teeth on you in response.

With a low hum, Jeonghan pulled back, his eyes searching your face as his hand travelled from your hip to your crotch, slipping a finger in between your pussy lips. “So fucking wet. We just teased you a little, baby,” he said with a honeyed tone, biting his lower lip as his fingers explored your wet cunt.

Your face grew hot, but you angled your cunt for his fingers by pushing your hips forward. Jeonghan dipped his finger between your folds, finding your pooling entrance. “Hannie…” you sighed, dropping your head back on Joshua’s shoulder.

Joshua sighed, his arms keeping you firmly in place. But he found his own distraction, teasing your nipples relentlessly with the tips of his fingers as Jeonghan started thrusting his lithe fingers in and out of your pussy.

“You’re doing so well, baby,” Joshua mumbled in your ear, making you shudder again.

You nodded aloofly, gnawing at your lower lip as Jeonghan’s fingers fucked you slowly. You were not cumming like this, you were sure of it, but it just felt so good to have them pleasuring you.

But then, Jeonghan inserted the toy inside you, making you snap your eyes open.

“Jeonghan!” you cried out, pouting at him. “Why did you stop?”

“Can’t let you have too much fun before the party even starts,” Jeonghan said, chuckling lightly at the expression on your face.

You clicked your tongue, lowering your leg from the bed. “Can I know how this thing feels like beforehand at least?” you asked, still pouting.

Joshua stepped aside, reaching for his phone on the nightstand. “You might want to lie down or sit,” he said.

You sat down on the foot of the bed, looking at both of your boyfriends expectantly.

Jeonghan stood beside Joshua, who was looking at the screen of his phone intently. “Is it this?” he asked quietly of Jeonghan.

“Yes—the lower mode first,” Jeonghan instructed.

And they both looked at you.

“Is this thing on?” you asked. “I can’t feel—oh!”

The toy became alive with slow, gentle vibrations that teased a particular spot inside you. You instantly sank into a puddle of pleasure, pushing yourself down the soft covers of your bed.

“How is that, baby?” Joshua asked.

“That feels…” You drawled the words with a sigh. “Good. So good.”

Jeonghan giggled playfully, muttering something at Joshua that you were quite too gone to even care. But they were discussing that the toy was very silent, and they wanted to see if it would still be like that in the highest mode.

The intensity of the vibrations increased, shaking inside you in relentless, almost violent patterns. And because of its design, it was lodged in one particular spot inside you that felt so much and very intensely. You cried out loudly, legs tensing and hands curling into fists.

“God, fuck!” you yelled.

“How about that, princess?”

“T-too much!” you squealed, opening your eyes to see them both looking at you with fascination written on their faces.

“Maybe we should just keep it on the lower modes,” Joshua said quietly, still looking at you dazedly.

You were writhing on the bed now, gasping for air as the toy pulsated inside your walls listlessly. “God… m-make it stop, please,” you pleaded, squeezing your eyes shut.

The toy died at the same time you felt it was just about to tear an orgasm out of you. You took a big gulp of air as soon as it stopped, feeling your body go lip almost as though against its will.

But once it was over, you wanted more.

“Oh… tonight is going to be interesting,” you said with a labored sigh, finding your shaking limbs to sit up.

Joshua and Jeonghan exchanged a meaningful look. You didn’t have to be an expert to recognize that brief gesture. You knew.

“You wanted to have fun…” Joshua shrugged, smirking mischievously.

You stood up from the bed, grabbing your dress from where it had been previously discarded to put it on. And then you grabbed a clean pair of panties. “If you two are going to have control over this thing, don’t you think it would be safe to put some limitations?”

“It’s your decision, princess. Whatever you say goes,” Jeonghan said as he put on some dark denims, which he paired with a black t-shirt and a leather jacket.

You smoothed the fabric of your dress while humming thoughtfully. “I think that as long as you don’t go overboard with it, I’m fine.”

Joshua smiled sweetly at you, approaching you to press a kiss on your forehead. “You got it, baby.”

“Maybe you could give us a signal if you want to stop,” Jeonghan suggested, running a hand through his long, dark hair.

You hummed thoughtfully. “I could squeeze your hand twice, or something,” you nodded.

“Or give me a very passionate kiss in front of everyone,” he said, giggling when you deadpanned at him. “What? It’s a great idea!”

The loft was already buzzing with life when you arrived.

It had an industrial feel to it. High brick walls with barred black windows extended before you on dark gray floors. A mix of blue and red neon lights gave the place a murky feel, like being in a club but exclusive only to friends. The place was already packed, and it surprised you to see some familiar faces, famous people such as actors and musicians.

But the world seemed to stop once Joshua stepped in.

All eyes were centered on him. Everyone stopped to say hi, to wave, and call his name. Your stomach dropped at the sight of people taking out their phones to snap photos of him.

Joshua looked over his shoulder to see you and Jeonghan. There was an air of coolness about him, but the flicker in his eyes told you he was nervous about this—about being so close to the limelight with you and Jeonghan closely behind him. An undercover lover, standing in plain sight.

Someone received him with a glass of whisky, sliding it into his hand while giving him a pat on the back. “There he is! I thought you had pulled a disappearing act!”

And that’s where the avalanche of praise started.

People came closer to Joshua, quickly surrounding him and swallowing him out of their line of vision. Your chest tightened once you couldn’t even get a glimpse of his face.

Jeonghan’s grip tightened. “Come on, let’s find something to drink,” he murmured close to your ear.

You nodded, deciding that maybe one drink wouldn’t hurt.

Slipping between the mass of unknown faces, you slowly became aware that Jeonghan was quite popular as well. People made subtle nods at him as you passed, by patting his back or his shoulder, to which he also responded politely.

But it was Joshua who continued moving through the loft like he belonged there. The smile he wore was intentional; you could tell as you cast a look over your shoulder, spotting him talking with people. He laughed and bowed his head, which made you think that he was being complimented.

Jeonghan tugged your hand, egging you close to him. “Stop gawking, people are already looking at us,” he told you, leaning towards your ear.

“Right, yeah,” you mumbled, turning to the bar in front of you. “Tequila?” you asked him.

Jeonghan raised an eyebrow, pursing his lips cutely. “Mmmn, I think we should switch it up a little, don’t you think?” he flashed you a grin.

“Gin and tonic?” you blinked.

He grimaced. “I hate gin.”

“You what?” you asked, scandalized, even though part of you already knew this bit of information.

He chuckled, tipping his head back. “Strawberry Mojitos?”

“Oh, you want to get drunk fast?”

“I mean, we gotta get through this party somehow,” he rolled his eyes playfully. “Besides—,” he leaned forward, his breath fanning your ear as he said: “—you need to get loose, princess.”

Your entire body became alight. You had forgotten about the toy still lodged inside your walls. “Okay, you may have a point there,” you nodded.

“Always do,” he said, winking at you.

“Pffft,” you huffed, giggling with him.

Jeonghan smiled once he heard your laugh, his eyes outlining your face swiftly. He turned to the bartender, raising two fingers as he gave the order. The very sleek and polite air to which he commanded himself was perfect—almost annoying. It drove you a little crazy.

It was hard to remove your eyes from him, but you still did it, scanning the room once. Twice. Then again.

Then your eyes found him.

Joshua had moved to the balcony. Leaning back against it and facing the loft. He was surrounded by unknown faces, silhouetted by city lights. He barely moved, but somehow, he sensed your gaze on him. Like something magnetic.

His eyes saw you, but he gave you no reaction. His face impassive as he yanked his gaze from you when someone called his attention.

It left you breathless. The empty exchange of glances, as though you were nothing more than his best friend’s girl. The past and present between you are shadowed by the spotlight on him.

Jeonghan circled your waist with his forearm, slipping a cool glass into your hand. He followed your line of sight, just as you were turning. But you saw, Jeonghan’s eyes were on the balcony, his features went rigid—probably encountering Joshua’s coldness too.

“You okay there?” Jeonghan asked you, glancing your way now.

You nodded. “I’m okay,” you said. Raising your glass to him. “It’s all part of the plan, right?”

The corner of his lips curled slightly. “Indeed, princess,” he said, clinking his glass with yours.

You both drank deeply, lowering your glasses once they were empty. Jeonghan sighed heavily, putting his empty glass back on the countertop. “Another?” he asked you.

You shook your head slowly, wiping the corner of your mouth with the pad of your thumb. “Hold your horses, cowboy,” you giggled.

“Right,” he smirked. “Lightweight.”

 “Don’t challenge me,” you quipped, but sheepishly.

Jeonghan didn’t listen to you; instead, he pulled out his phone, opening an app you didn’t recognize. “Are you ready for this?” he asked meaningfully, showing you his screen briefly.

You gaped a little, thankful for having tried it at home first. “Slowly, please, Hannie,” you said.

He gave you a smile in reply, but conceded to your request anyway. And your breath hitched, bracing for it.

The toy vibrating inside you instantly brought a hot wave of shame to your cheeks. You swore you could feel it spreading all over you. Your back instantly tensed up, and you quickly reached out to grip Jeonghan’s arm.

“Good?” he asked, his eyes scanning your face over and over.

You nodded, swallowing hard. “I think I’ll need another drink.”

Jeonghan sighed with a smile on his face. “Your wish is my command,” he said gleefully, turning to order the second drink.

Your fingers were beginning to shake in response to the toy inside you. An idea sparked in your mind—maybe having the toy massaging your walls was making you feel more embarrassed than aroused.

You sent another look over your shoulder. Joshua wasn’t looking your way this time.

Maybe Jeonghan was right. Maybe you needed to loosen up.

Jeonghan handed you the newly filled glass, and you began to drink.

It was difficult to relax with the toy activated inside you. Despite the gentle, unstoppable vibrations inside you, you couldn’t really allow yourself to feel them. Your surroundings were overwhelming, loud, and buzzing.

“Jeonghan!” someone called, probably an actor or someone important, judging just by the appearance alone. He was tall, slender, and beautiful—already approaching. “What are you doing here?”

Jeonghan turned with an easy half-smile that was already fueled by the alcohol you were both quickly consuming. “Oh, you know me, I’m everywhere.”

The other man grinned. “Honestly, that’s not even a lie,” he said, shooting you a quick look, as though noticing you there for the first time.

Jeonghan quickly got to it. “This is my girlfriend,” he said proudly. “Baby, this is Doyoung, a friend from high school.”

You smiled politely, heart beating rapidly in your chest due to the anxiety running in your veins. “Nice to meet you,” you said, bowing your head kindly.

Doyoung seemed appreciative of your demeanour, replying to you with a bow and a smile.

Something inside of you blossomed with a mixture of shame and embarrassment. It excited you to think that no one but you and your partners knew what was going on, the game you were subjecting yourself to with them.

But at the same time, you were expected to play a role in this party. You were here as Jeonghan’s girlfriend, and he was expeditiously introducing you to new people, important people. You couldn’t afford to make a fool of yourself in front of these people.

You squeezed Jeonghan’s arm once, tightening your hand meaningfully.

Jeonghan pulled out his phone mid-sentence, but without stopping the flow of his words as he told a story to his friend. With zero regard for any potential possibility of someone catching sight of his phone screen, he switched the intensity of the vibrator inside you and pocketed his phone elegantly.

You relaxed your grip around his arm. Even though he hadn’t brought the toy to a stop, it was a significant switch.

But you were being edged. And that left a bite that you couldn’t quite fend off for much longer.

You cast another look over your shoulder.

However, this time, the scene you caught was different.

Joshua had moved from the balcony and was now standing closer to you and Jeonghan. He was, as expected, not alone. People surrounded him wherever he went, and even though the crowd was different this time, you recognized one face in particular. It was from a long time ago; however, the experience had left its mark in your memory, otherwise she would be just a face in the crowd. Just another person trying to catch five minutes with the famous Joshua Hong.

Her name was Thea. Your brain clicked with the information immediately. And from that moment on, you found it very difficult to pull back. As if the memory activated a slope in your mind, and your hands were too slippery to stop it.

Seconds. Just mere seconds were the ones you got to see from the scene unfolding before your eyes. Joshua was a few meters away from you, but close enough to discern the words Thea told him.

“Did you miss me, Joshie?”

Her voice was all but low. And with a jab to your heart, you assumed that she had nearly screamed those words to grab your attention. Did she remember you? You did not know. And you hoped she didn’t.

Joshua turned, and for the first time in the night, his shoulders relaxed. He smiled, but much to your painful demise, it wasn’t one of those smiles he used for the cameras. It was a smaller smile. Kinder.

“Thea,” he replied, still wearing that stupid smile. “It has been a while.”

You turned back. You couldn’t watch anymore.

But you heard her laughter. And the words she replied to Joshua were all but a ringing of her voice. Almost like echoes designed to haunt you.

You almost obligated yourself to pay attention to Jeonghan’s conversation with his friend. But they were far too deep in their chat that you couldn’t discern what the topic even was. You forced a smile when they both laughed amicably.

Doyoung excused himself, saying he had to say hi to other friends. He said goodbye to Jeonghan and bowed again to you politely.

Jeonghan wasted no time, pulling you closer to him with his arm around your waist. “He’s handling it. Calm down,” he muttered into your ear.

You winced in alarm, shock washing over you like an iced bath. Was your reaction too obvious? You pulled back, looking at him with a question written all over your face.

Jeonghan blinked, showing you a tender smile. “If anyone knows you well, it’s me, love,” he told you sweetly, a hint of playfulness in his tone.

“But I haven’t said anything,” you countered, frowning slightly.

“You keep gawking at him,” Jeonghan said, his voice low enough for only you to hear. “And he’s talking to his ex, so you’re obviously coming off as interested in the situation.”

You arched an eyebrow. “So you know her too?” you asked.

Jeonghan rolled his pretty eyes. “I don’t like what that tone is insinuating,” he chuckled briefly. “Yes, princess. I know who she is. I met her a couple of times after she and Joshua were done.”

“Oh,” you let out quietly, trying to sneak another glance at Joshua. “So you didn’t meet her when they were…”

Jeonghan shook his head twice. “Nope. But I know that she tried to sleep with him multiple times after they broke up. He said no every single time,” he coughed another chuckle. “So you have nothing to fear, baby. Trust him. He knows what he’s doing.”

Trust Joshua.

You were able to look past Jeonghan’s shoulder, spotting Joshua—still engaged in his conversation with Thea. She was gorgeous as you remembered her. Tall and slender, shiny hair, sparkly make-up, and long eyelashes. The way she leaned towards Joshua and laughed made your stomach churn, evoking a wave that boiled up the blood in your veins, so strongly that you were completely unsure whether it was just jealousy.

Maybe the jealousy was also fueled by the relentless massaging of the toy that was still lodged inside your walls.

You looked down at your shoes. “Am I making a fool of myself?” you asked.

“No, baby. You’re not,” Jeonghan said with a warm tone. He shrugged. “If anything, you’re just reacting naturally. I’d be concerned if you weren’t at least a little bit jealous.”

It was then that it dawned on you. “So you are jealous too?”

Jeonghan slipped his hands on your waist, trailing down until his fingers reached the line of your panties that were well concealed by the little black dress you wore. His smiling eyes looked at you up and down, pulling you closer with his hands nearly reaching your ass. “I don’t let it get to me anymore,” he replied sincerely.

You blinked repeatedly, overwhelmed partly because of his words and also because of his hands pressing on your rear. You placed your hands flat on his chest, trying to find some support there. “Anymore?” you wondered. “Were you ever jealous of me?”

Jeonghan smirked, as though already expecting your question. He bent over, pressing the tip of his nose against your cheekbone, angling your head back for him to kiss your cheek. He pressed his lips against your cheek, then against your ear, then lastly on the shell of your ear.

“No,” he replied to your question. “I liked you from the moment I met you. I wanted to know how your lips tasted, how your kisses felt. I wanted you for myself.”

You laughed. “Stop lying, Jeongjeong,” Your voice rose higher, manipulated by the arousal your body was subjected to, and also from the kisses Jeonghan was leaving below your earlobe.

“You think I’m lying?” he purred in your ear.

“Yeah,” you sighed, almost inaudibly. And it was then you knew the alcohol had poisoned your judgment. “I think you’re full of shit.”

Jeonghan laughed, the sound low and raspy in your ear. “Ready for more, princess?” he asked, pulling out his phone. 

You nodded, circling your arms around his neck to brace yourself. Your knees were beginning to tremble, and you knew that despite not being able to pay attention to the toy vibrating inside your body, it was getting to a point where you couldn’t just ignore it. Jeonghan amped up the mode of vibration, and you squeezed your eyes shut to embrace it.

“Good?” Jeonghan whispered in your ear.

You nodded, unable to talk.

“Just feel it, baby. Don’t worry about it,” he talked you through it, kissing your ear, your cheek and then your lips.

“Okay,” you whispered shakily, not sure that he could hear.

Maybe you were already drunk. Maybe Jeonghan was, too. But as seconds went by, the world surrounding you started to drift away, to lose meaning. Faces became blurry, music louder, and lights too intense.

You slipped your lips between Jeonghan’s, moving passionately, seamlessly. His hands slipped further down, now fully cupping your ass quite shamelessly. You didn’t know if this was for show or to fight back against Joshua. As though reminding him what he’s missing—or what he stands to lose if he lets his diversions go out of hand.

But Jeonghan kissed you deeper, a deep moan vibrating in your mouth when you rolled your tongue inside his mouth, feeling his tongue in the process. You were now fully making out, oblivious to the people around you, not caring whether you were seen or not. 

The vibrations were slowly and very efficiently building their way into getting you to climax soon. Despite the mode of the toy being still on low, the kissing and the groping were not helping in keeping you still.

You hugged Jeonghan tighter, arms still around his long neck. “Jeonghan,” you called out at once when you pulled back from the kiss.

“Still good?” he asked knowingly.

The music was loud, and people were either too drugged or too drunk to even look twice your way. But you still pulled Jeonghan closer. “I think I’m close,” you muttered shyly into his ear.

You could feel him laughing in the way he released air. “Just feel it. No one will notice,” he told you, pressing a kiss on your temple before adding: “I got you, baby. Let go.”

His arms tightened around your waist, keeping you steady as you crashed down against him. This orgasm was like nothing you’ve ever felt before. You were still on your feet, knees shaking, and barely keeping you up. You tried hiding your face on the crook of Jeonghan’s neck—but he was faster, catching you with a kiss before you could even move.

Jeonghan kissing you made your orgasm better—more violent and intense than before. You felt waves of heat expanding inside your body, easing all tension, and leaving you feeling languid, almost depleted of energy. You tried to moan, to writhe, but it was nearly impossible. Pleasure burned inside you like never before, and it was exciting.

You searched his body, finding his arm to squeeze, feeling as if you let the toy keep going, you might need to find a place to hide completely.

But before Jeonghan moved to get his phone, the toy was shut off. At first, you thought that the battery might’ve died, but as Jeonghan frowned at his screen, you realized something.

With little to no control over yourself, you sneaked another glance at Joshua. Where you had previously thought that he was letting the conversation with Thea be his diversion of the night, you were instantly corrected.

Joshua was watching you and Jeonghan. Even as he tried to pretend to be entertaining Thea, his focus was still on you. And he’d watched you cum in the middle of a crowd of strangers.

You saw it. Joshua’s reaction. Barely. His grip tightened around his third glass of whisky. Then he gave you a tiny smirk.

You tilted your head in reply, trying your best to give him the lightest of smiles. A you okay?

His eyes flicked through the crowd, then back. A tiny shrug.

He was surrounded. Untouchable.

You took in a big breath, letting it out with a small hint of frustration. You wanted him to be there with you and Jeonghan. You knew you were being just jealous, possessive. But you also didn’t care.

Joshua saw that from afar, and it was as though he had a direct line to your thoughts because of the slow blink he gave you. As though saying, I know. I see you. I want to touch you too.

Jeonghan’s arms came to hold you against his chest, pulling you closer to rest his chin against your head. “I guess he’s feeling a little bit left out too,” he said, and by the tone of it, you knew he was smiling.

You thought about it for a second.

You were still in a position where you could spot Joshua. Thea told him something that made him turn her way, the pad of his thumb still hovering on his screen. But he listened to her intently, his smiling eyes outlining the perfect features of her face.

It didn’t matter. Whatever good judgment you could muster was nullified by either the alcohol or the jealousy still running in your system. Greed took over you, and you were instantly switched to his position.

Whereas you were jealous of seeing the situation in front of you, Jeonghan was the only one who could have you in the light of the world. Joshua had made it so he couldn’t come close to you like this.

And something sharp twisted in your chest.

Thea giggled. She was gorgeous. Whatever the tone of the conversation was, it had her slipping her hand around Joshua’s wrist, making him act quickly and shut his phone off before her gaze could wander to his screen.

You didn’t wait.

You grabbed Jeonghan by the hand, pulling him through the crowd in the direction towards the first room you could find. Lucky for you, it was a bathroom. You locked the door, switching the light on in quick succession.

And then you pushed Jeonghan against the cold wall of the large bathroom.

A sharp exhale left his body, his eyes widening in surprise. “Someone’s riled up,” he smirked, but welcomed you in his arms, nonetheless.

“Shut up,” you sighed, suddenly feeling thankful that you wore high-heels to this stupid party, because there was no need to stand on your tiptoes. You grabbed his chin, pushing your lips against his almost forcibly, making him hum into the kiss.

“Yes, I am,” you whispered, wasting no time and started fumbling with the buttons of his silk black shirt.

“Wait, wait,” he stammered, trapping your hands with his own. You tore your gaze from his chest, looking at his eyes, still widened. “Right now?” he asked, sending an alarmed look around. As though you were still standing in the middle of the crowd.

You cupped his face with your hands, looking at him intently, from his eyes to his lips. “What, are you scared now?” you asked, lowering your tone to an innocent one. “You’ve been teasing me the whole night. Now you don’t want to?”

Jeonghan responded with a startled look. “I just didn’t think you’d want to do it—” he stuttered when you lowered a hand, undoing one more of his buttons. “—here, you know?” he laughed softly, closing his eyes as you finished unbuttoning his shirt.

“Well, you should’ve thought about that before you put that stupid toy inside me,” you countered.

Jeonghan swallowed hard. Your hand was running down from his chest to his belly button, the tips of your fingers brushing down the soft hairs of his happy trail. “You know, princess, you’ve become even more daring these past few months.”

You hummed. “Try having two insatiable boyfriends at the same time,” you quipped, smiling at him softly.

He was a squirming mess, his fingers shaking as he fumbled with the straps of your dress. “I’m the least insatiable out of the two of us,” he argued, his eyes flitting to the door behind you and your face. “We’re gonna have to do this quick.”

You batted your eyelashes at him. “Why do it quickly when you two have literally edged me all through the night?”

Jeonghan gave you a hollow laugh, successfully removing the straps from your shoulders and zipping it down to let it pool at your feet. His demeanour changed the moment he saw you half naked, the only thing covering you was your lace panties, which literally left nothing to the imagination.

“Because,” he started, his tone so low that you could barely hear it over the loud banging of the music outside. “I want us to come back home and have you all to ourselves, princess.”

His finger trailed from the dip between your collarbones then down to your chest, between your breasts. “We can’t do that in here, don’t you agree, baby?” he purred, his eyes lowering to follow the tip of his finger, pausing before the band of your panties.

“It’s not entirely my fault that we can’t,” you said, trying to shrug to appear uninterested. But the quiver in your tone betrayed you. Your skin tingled where the tip of his finger stood, right before the band of your panties started.

“Mmn,” he sighed, the sound deep and almost raspy. But still, it was sweet. Jeonghan was always so sweet to you. “Baby, you got all riled up with a little teasing, don’t tell me you can’t handle it?” he purred, the tip of his finger finally sliding lower, making it to the crotch of your panties.

Your eyelids fluttered when his finger swiped a line between your pussy lips, feeling the obvious heat and wetness pooling in your panties. “Jeonghan, stop playing.”

“Stop playing?” he asked, pulling back to look at your face. “You’re the one who wanted to have fun.”

You rolled your eyes, but just slightly. A smile betrayed you, too, stretching on your lips before you could command the muscles of your face. “Just shut up and fuck me, Jeonghan,” you said, trying to exert as much confidence as you could.

But he smiled, defeating you instantly. “Talking to me like that won’t get you anything,” he said defiantly. But clearly enjoying this, he bit his lower lip briefly, nodding at your lower half. “Take your panties off.”

You hooked your thumbs beneath the band of your panties, pushing them down your legs and effectively going completely bare in front of him. To the exception of your high heels.

His hands quickly found the button of his pants, undoing it and swiftly moving his boxers down. You saw him as he pulled his cock out, already hard and leaking for you. And suddenly you realized—he’d been playing with you the whole time, making out with you and holding you close as you had an orgasm in the middle of a party.

Jeonghan acted quicker than you. Before you could push him to sit on the nearest surface so you could ride him, he grabbed your hips, turning you over and facing the mirror. You saw your face, already looking fucked out—eyes glazed and dreamy.

“Hold this for me,” you told him, putting your panties in the pocket of his pants.

He sighed, the smile not quite vanishing from his beautiful face. “We’ve created a little monster, it seems,” he mumbled, looking at you as you took the toy our of your pussy. It was slick, covered in all your mess.

“Mm-hmm,” you hummed, biting your lower lip as you reached behind to grab him. You rolled your hand all over his hard cock, feeling the veins in his shaft and the precum leaking from his dark pink tip. Your mouth watered, anticipating the feeling of him stuffing you full.

“I suppose we shouldn’t play with you too far next time,” he said with a low tone, his voice raspy as you guided him inside you, notching his tip in your entrance to taunt him. His hands clenched at your sides, his body tensing beneath you. “You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he sighed, tilting his head back.

You saw his throat bobbing as he swallowed hard. His eyes, which had stopped looking at the door from time to time and were now zeroed on your reflection in the mirror. He saw your face, your tits, the way you arched your back and angled yourself to take him.  

“God, I love you so fucking much,” Jeonghan exhaled blissfully as he bottomed out on you completely. “That’s it, baby, take me. Take all of me,” he whispered, his eyes lost on the reflection of you in the mirror.

And you were also captured by the sight of him. His silk shirt was parted, slipping from his shoulders slightly. You had fumbled with his pants and boxers enough to get them halfway below his hips. But it was his face that you couldn’t look away from—the pieces of his dark hair were messily on his face, lips chapped from kissing you all night, and his eyes were darkened by a lust you were well acquainted with.

Jeonghan was looking solely at you. And you knew why. The muscles of your face had relaxed—whether it was because of the alcohol or the arousal flowing through your veins, you didn’t know for sure. But your eyes were dreamy, glistening slightly as you blinked slowly at him. Your mouth was parted, lips swollen, red and wet.

And your body—wholly naked to the exception of your high heels that you had kept on. Your tits bounced at each thrust Jeonghan gave you, nipples pert and swollen, skin already covered in a light film of sweat.

You were hot. Alluring, even. The near-animalistic way you were letting Jeonghan take your body made you even more aroused, seeing yourself angling your ass for his thrusts, arching your back to take him in deeper—you loved it. You felt obsessed with it.

Jeonghan showed you a fucked out smirk. “Like what you see, baby?” he asked, noticing that you were getting off by looking at yourself in the mirror. The way Jeonghan’s eyes scanned you through the mirror and then switched to looking at the line of your back all the way to your ass made you think that he also liked what he saw.

You nodded, unable to talk back.

Having him inside you satisfied an urge that you had been trying to keep at bay all night. You instantly moaned, unafraid of being heard, and almost careless. Something invaded you. The same need that crawled beneath your skin came back, but ten times harder now that you were bending over for him.

You pushed a hand against the mirror for support, but angling your ass for his relentless thrusts. “Hannie,” you mewled, taken over by the pleasure quickly building back inside you, but stronger now.

He closed his eyes, humming softly under a long, blissful sigh. “Fuck, princess,” he moaned, grabbing you by the hips to keep you in place. “I needed this.”

You knew it was a quick fuck, but god you wanted it to last. You were so needy from being teased for hours that you were almost too overstimmed to enjoy him fully. Especially when you were in a bathroom, a party was going on outside. And Joshua would probably take notice of your absence in the next seconds.

You tightened your jaw, angling your hips on him to search for that spot that never failed to drive you crazy. You moved your body back, but just slightly, ready to take him deeper inside your walls with each thrust.

Jeonghan noticed that you were seeking to satisfy yourself more than him. His eyes quickly scanned your face in the mirror, a smile stretching on his lips. “That’s it, baby,” he whispered, his hands grabbing your ass. A strangled moan spilled from his pretty lips. “Make yourself cum.”

He tipped his head back, his eyes rolling back too as he breathed in deeply. You knew he was trying to resist his orgasm, squeezing his eyes shut and sinking his fingers onto your skin. “Baby—fuck. Princess, I’m not going to last long.”

You whined. “No, please. Just a little more,” you said, not caring how pathetic you sounded. “I’m close too.”

He straightened, moving a hand from you to palm the pocket of his pants. He quickly fished out his phone, opening it and pressing the on button for your toy. You gasped instantly, feeling it vibrate inside your closed hand.

“Give me that,” he ordered, his tone raspy and low. Hearing the urgency in his tone, this ignited something in you.

You obeyed, handing him the toy without question.

Looking at you through the mirror, he pressed the toy against your mound, sending its intense vibrations straight to your clit. You opened your mouth, a strangled cry coming out of it as you practically started slamming down your hips with more urgency.

“Oh, Jeonghan!” you cried loudly, the sound high-pitched and raspy at the same time. “Fuck, Jeonghan! Yes, yes, yes,” you mewled, closing your eyes to welcome the orgasm you’ve been craving to have all night. It came in fiery waves, crashing over you and causing you to writhe and moan desperately.

“Fuck,” he gasped, and the hand that remained clutching your hip tightened.

With clean and perfect synchronicity, you grabbed the toy from his grasp, keeping it on your clit as his hand switched to grip your throat, yanking you back up. You gasped, instantly immobilized by both his hands on you and the quick jackhammering of his hips against your ass.

“God,” he gasped on your ear, and through the mirror, you saw him blinking slowly. “I fucking love this pussy. Feels so good.”

You let out a strangled moan. The sounds from his skin slapping against yours became louder, faster. And the squelching from your dripping pussy also became more noticeable, made you feel ashamed.

“I’m gonna cum,” he told you, directing a look at you through the mirror. “Want me to do it inside?”

You nodded, but barely. His hand still gripping your throat made it impossible for you to move freely.

A cunning smirk lifted only the corner of his mouth. “Course you do,” he whispered, kissing your earlobe. He was panting, trying to keep the pace of his merciless rutting. “Want me to put a baby in you?”

Your eyebrows instantly knitted, and a moan caught in your throat. “Please,” you mewled pathetically. The thought alone made you feral, even though you knew it was nearly impossible—the attempt to get you pregnant was enough to make you orgasm.

He pressed the tip of his nose against your ear, and you felt his breath fanning your skin and making you shudder. “I’m gonna make you a mommy,” he half moaned. “Make you mine forever.”

You were quite practically helpless. The vibrator was still pressed to your clit, but it was what Jeonghan said that sent you to another climax. Your mouth parted, but no sound came out of it, silently cumming hard until your eyes brimmed with tears.

Jeonghan smiled, as though the sight was something he wanted to achieve before he fucked his load inside you. “C-cumming,” he told you.

You opened your eyes, finding his face in the reflection. He looked languid in bliss and pleasure all over—sweating from the neck down, completely disheveled. He gave you a couple of sloppy, deep thrusts until both of your orgasms started to subside. Panting, you pressed your back against his chest, taking the vibrator off and then his arms wrapping you in a languid hug.  

Jeonghan dipped his head to kiss your neck, softly pressing his wet lips against the crook of it, and then trailing down to your shoulder blade. “That was intense,” he admitted with a soft laugh, his breath fanning over your skin.

You laughed, unable to comment on anything about it. You were trying to catch your breath, feeling the loving pecks Jeonghan was leaving on your back, making your skin prickle.

“Be my girlfriend.”

You blinked and turned over your shoulder, thinking that you had misheard. “What did you say?”

Jeonghan had a smile on his face, it was playful and full of joy. “Be my girlfriend,” he repeated.

“I thought I already was,” you replied, arching an eyebrow. You were convinced now that this was another one of his pranks.

He shook his head lightly. “I wanted to ask you again.”

You snorted. “Right here?”

He emitted a laugh, one that was loud and playful. You loved it. “I could ask you every day. Anywhere,” he said.

“We live together now, Hannie,” you teased him, tangling your fingers in his hair lazily.

“Maybe I just want to make extra sure,” he said while still panting softly. He gave you a lazy grin, one that made his eyes glint. “Before we start talking about marriage.”

Your heart slowed down. “You heard that,” you said, your smile fading.

He blinked slowly at you. “Of course I did, baby,” he told you in a slightly lower tone. “And everything that came after.”

“I’m sorry, we shouldn’t have talked about it without you,” you said, your heart squeezing painfully. “It just came up, and the conversation just flowed naturally.”

He tilted his head to one side, searching your eyes. “It’s okay, I get it,” he reassured you. “But I still want us to talk about it.”

You gave him a tiny nod. “Then we should get out of here,” you suggested firmly.

“Agreed,” Jeonghan smirked.

You braced yourself before he pulled out of you, and then you immediately started to clean up. Quickly, you gathered your clothes, putting them on as fast as you could with trembling fingers.

“Do you think we were too loud?” you wondered now that you were coming down from your frenzy.

“Pfffft,” Jeonghan giggled, waiting for you at the door with a hand on the handle. “Of course we were, baby,” he told you shamelessly.

You felt a hot wave wash all over your face, leaving a tingling sensation on your cheeks. “Fuck,” you gritted. “Oh, that’s so embarrassing.”

“Well, you didn’t look one bit embarrassed when you were screaming my name,” he mumbled under a breath when you approached the door.

You looked at him blankly.

Jeonghan giggled again anxiously. “What?” he shrugged, playing innocent.

“Do you think we’ll get in trouble?” you asked, now more nervous to come out of the bathroom.

“With security?” he asked, but then he gaped in acknowledgement. “Oh—with Shua?”

You nodded, unable to speak up.

“Well, obviously,” he arched one eyebrow. “I thought that was what you wanted,” he said. Then he opened the door for you, grabbing you by the waist to pull you in closer to him, and serve as some sort of shield as you walked back into the sea of unknown faces.

Jeonghan pushed his shoulders back, slipping his arm from your waist to grab your hand firmly. When you looked at him, you noticed him holding his chin up, a shadow of a smirk on his face as though telling the world that yes, you were his. His girlfriend.  

The music was still so loud that it brought you an odd sense of calm. As it reverberated against the walls and made your whole body vibrate, you knew that it would’ve been nearly impossible for everyone to hear you and Jeonghan.

But as you saw Joshua still standing in the same spot, you knew that there was no way he didn’t know what you and Jeonghan had been up to when you both disappeared. The quick, dark look he shot at you told you everything you needed to know.

A smirk spread across his lips, and then he blinked away.

Jeonghan squeezed your hand tightly. As though saying, I told you so.

“Can we go home now?” you asked, feeling shame heating up your entire body.

Joshua was still talking with his ex. But the fixed features of his face told you he was nowhere near pleased to be looking at her face.

The music swelled, louder, almost as though trying to expel you out of that place.

“I’ll call a car,” Jeonghan told you, leaning over so you could catch his words. “Let’s tell Shua, okay?”

But before you could protest, he took you with him, pulling you by the hand.

You tried slipping off, but Jeonghan took it as you were still frustrated with Joshua, so he pulled you tighter, making you unable to escape.

So you hid behind Jeonghan, trying to lower your face as much as you could. Jeonghan approached Joshua, leaning to his ear to inform him that you wanted to go back home.

And through the corner of your eye, you caught her looking at you. It was quite impossible to escape it now. Recognition flashed through the features of Thea’s face as she blinked at you. Her mouth parted, and you knew that she remembered you from that very brief moment where you both met a year ago.

It felt like that had happened a lifetime ago.

But Thea still knew you.

Her widened eyes panned from you to Joshua, and you could almost read her mind. The clear, there’s something going on here, was evident all over her face.

Shame coursed through you, but you couldn’t back away now. You knew that there would be different stories forming in her mind, but this is what you had to commit yourself to.

Joshua nodded when Jeonghan finished speaking. And you were irritated that the music was so loud, because you couldn’t tell what Joshua replied, but his demeanor was dry, devoid of all emotion.

But you were relieved when Jeonghan pulled you in the direction of the door.

Casting one final glance over your shoulder, you saw Joshua waving Thea goodbye. Her face was riddled with questions all over, but a hopeful glance lingered over Joshua as he walked away from her, following you and Jeonghan.

But then she looked at you. And a dark smirk painted her face.

You tore your gaze from her, now determined to look down as you stepped into the elevator.

The minute Joshua stood by your side, you knew you were in deep trouble.

He was quiet. Not the kind of quietness he exerted whenever he was tired or sleepy. No, this kind of silence was the kind he kept because he wanted to tell you something once he felt safe to do so. It was the kind of silence he kept before he bent you over to spank you.

It made you feel excited.

Jeonghan slipped an arm on your lower back once you swayed to his side, stumbling slightly, partly because of the high heels and the alcohol intake. “Steady,” he whispered, looking at you fondly.

“Mm, sorry,” you replied, giggling softly. You placed a hand on his chest for support and then leaned your head on his shoulder, using this new angle to direct a look at Joshua.

But he wasn’t even paying attention. He was holding his phone up, looking at the screen intently as though reading something very interesting or amusing.

Joshua was giving you the cold shoulder.

You turned to look at Jeonghan, who gave you a light smirk, lifting his eyebrows slightly. You sighed in response, either too tipsy or too deep into your post-orgasm haze to even muster a bolder reaction.

The car ride was even more off-putting.

Joshua kept his act up, not fading once in his own way to exert his dominance. He only did one thing—ignore you completely. And it worked, because once you were home, you felt the pressure of his silence start to choke you. It left a pulsated feeling inside you.

“Josh,” you called softly as he headed straight to the bedroom.

“Baby, you’re not getting anything out of it right now,” Jeonghan told you as he followed you down the hallway.

But you were stubborn. “Joshua,” you called again, your voice more demanding.

He was beginning to remove his shirt, undoing each button with one hand expertly. “Sit her down,” he commanded, motioning to the armchair placed directly in front of the bed.

Your heart fell to your stomach when you felt Jeonghan’s slender fingers circle your arm, pulling you to the vintage armchair. A huff escaped you in sheer disbelief. “So you flirt with your ex all night, and I get the cold shoulder?” you asked, feeling emboldened somehow.

Joshua had absolutely no reaction to your words. And you hated it. Half-naked now, he turned his back to you, pulling the drawer open and getting a pair of leather wrist cuffs, and with no word at all, he threw them at Jeonghan, who was pushing you to sit down.

Your body started heating up. You sat down on the velvet chair, a short sigh escaping you as you looked up.

Jeonghan knelt before you, looking at you sheepishly through his eyelashes. “Safeword?” he mumbled, testing you.

The word spilled from your lips. However, you held out your hands for him.

Jeonghan paused, the shadow of a smirk appearing on his lips before he grabbed one of your wrists first, strapping it safely to one of the arms of the chair. “Too tight?” he said, testing the buckle carefully.

“It’s fine, Hannie,” you replied to him. And he gave your other wrist the same treatment, strapping it to the other arm of the chair with the same tightness. It was tight enough for you to move your wrists slightly, but not loose enough so you could pull out free easily.

“Good girl,” Jeonghan whispered, a tender look in his eyes as he bent over, grabbing your leg by the back of your knee to place a sweet kiss on the inner side of your knee.

You giggled softly at the feeling of his breath fanning on your skin.

“The sweetest girl,” Jeonghan added, louder this time.

“Put this on her,” Joshua’s voice came like a whip.

Jeonghan obeyed, turning around to receive what Joshua had in his hand. It was another toy. But unlike the one you used at the party, this was supposed to be worn inside the tiny pocket in your panties, tightly pressed to your mound. Jeonghan turned to you again, consent written in his eyes as he motioned to your legs.

You shifted on your seat, tilting your pelvis up, inviting him in.

“So obedient now,” Joshua muttered under his breath, sitting on the edge of the bed to get a better view of Jeonghan sticking a toy inside your panties.

“She always is,” Jeonghan mumbled softly, lifting his face so you could see him wink swiftly.

You smiled in response.

“If that were true, this night would’ve ended differently,” Joshua said.

But Jeonghan didn’t reply at that. He swallowed hard, asking for permission once again with his eyes, and when you nodded wordlessly, he moved forward. His hands slid on your bare thighs, under your dress, pulling the skirt up to uncover your body from the waist down. He moved slowly, as though giving you ample chance to stop if anything wasn’t to your liking.

However, you were more than eager to know what was going to happen. Even more, you closed your eyes to enjoy the melting shudder that shot across your skin, leaving goosebumps all over it. Jeonghan’s touch was light on your thighs, and even more so as his fingers sneaked beneath the crotch of your panties. A sigh escaped through his parted lips when he felt the warmth and the wetness pooling there.

When he stored the toy inside the tiny pocket of your panties, Jeonghan got up, removing his leather jacket in the process.

“Why am I getting punished?” you asked almost innocently.

Jeonghan smiled without looking at you, as though telling you to be careful with your words, but at the same time enjoying seeing you dig your own grave in real time.

Joshua placed his hands behind him, leaning back on the bed as he looked Jeonghan up and down as though you didn’t exist. “Did you have fun, Hannie?” Joshua asked, his tone honeyed.

“I did, Shua,” Jeonghan replied, removing his watch with his lithe fingers. “And you?”

Joshua blinked slowly, shrugging. “It was fun watching you two from afar, even if I couldn’t join for a lot of it.”

“You were busy,” Jeonghan muttered, approaching the foot of the bed and standing right between Joshua’s parted legs.

You just watched, balling your hands into fists as Joshua fidgeted with the small controller that was between his index finger and thumb. “Busy talking with his ex,” you said under a huff.

It was then that Joshua acknowledged you for the first time. A smile spread across his lips, but he didn’t look at you, he didn’t even reply verbally. He raised his hands, placing one on Jeonghan’s hip and the other flat on the abdomen. “Take this off,” he muttered softly.

Jeonghan obeyed again, beginning to unbutton his black shirt with swift fingers. As Jeonghan’s shirt parted, leaving his chest exposed, Joshua leaned closer, placing a trail of kisses from Jeonghan’s sternum all the way down to his belly button. Jeonghan laughed softly at the feeling, and despite you being a mere spectator, you also shuddered, knowing well how Joshua’s lips feel.

The second acknowledgment from Joshua came when you least expected it. He pressed his thumb down on one of the buttons, activating the toy inside your panties. Your thighs tensed up, knees bouncing slightly as you fought and lost against the gasp that came out of your mouth.

Jeonghan turned to look at you, but he was quickly subdued. Joshua grabbed him by the chin with one hand, forcing him to look directly ahead, not at you. “Eyes on me,” Joshua told him sternly. “You’ve had her all night, fucked her for everyone to hear.”

Jeonghan smirked as he slipped the silk shirt off his shoulders. “Well, you didn’t look too bothered by it.”

“What did you expect me to do?” Joshua said, arching his pierced eyebrow. “Walk in there when everyone saw you two go into the bathroom?”

Jeonghan shrugged. “Maybe,” sighed shakily when Joshua started toying with the belt on Jeonghan’s pants. “Would’ve been fun. Very rockstar on your part.”

Joshua smirked bemusedly. “Did you enjoy it? Taking her in that bathroom?” he asked, bending his head to press a soft, wet kiss below Jeonghan’s belly button, right where his happy trail ends.

“Uh-huh,” Jeonghan replied aloofly, tilting his head back as Joshua palmed his growing erection beneath his pants. “She felt so good, Shua,” he drawled lazily. “She was so good for me.” 

“Mmm,” Joshua replied. Raising his eyes to look at Jeonghan’s face, Joshua muttered gently, his tone gruff with arousal. “Yeah, I know. She’s only good for you.”

You gasped, wrestling slightly against the handcuffs. The vibrator was gentle at first, merely distracting and not at all intense enough to bring you to a climax. But you could feel its gentle motions starting to cause a tickling sensation around your groin, making you writhe.

“I’m also good for you, Josh,” you said, trying to make him look your way, to do something to acknowledge you one more time.

But he rose from the bed, now standing face to face with Jeonghan. And then they dove into each other’s lips again. Joshua hummed into the kiss, the sound coming out almost like a purr. The kiss was sloppy, and you could see it progress into something more demanding, more urgent. Jeonghan let out a grunt, slipping a hand below Joshua’s nape to pull him in impossibly close.

But then Joshua pulled back, exerting his control again.  

“Get on your knees.”

With no hesitation, Jeonghan obeyed once again, dropping to his knees as Joshua and you just watched. But Joshua was still ignoring you, knowing that this was the kind of punishment that you absolutely hated.

But he pressed another button on the controller, bringing the vibrations a little higher. You gasped, closing your eyes briefly to get used to the change.

Joshua caressed the side of Jeonghan’s face, sliding a finger down the cut of his jawline. “Are you going to be good for me, Hannie?”

As you blinked again, you caught a glimpse of Jeonghan nodding his head silently, looking up at Joshua.

“Good boy,” Joshua whispered, smiling softly.

Jeonghan didn’t look at you again as per Joshua’s instructions. And jealousy gnawed at your heart when you saw Jeonghan willfully pulling Joshua’s boxers down. Joshua’s cock was fully hard already, veins trailing down his shaft, the pinkish brown tip dripping with precum.

And Jeonghan just didn’t wait a second longer. Circling his fingers around the thick shaft, Jeonghan rolled his tongue around the bulbous head of Joshua’s cock, bringing out an airy moan from him.

“Fuck,” you gritted, squeezing your thighs together, but in that, you just ended up pressing the toy to your mound tighter. You gasped, relaxing your thighs again but it was too late.

Pleasure built up quicker than before, the sight before you so alluring that you felt you could cum just from watching it. Jeonghan took Joshua’s cock into his mouth, bobbing his head back and forth, his mouth creating a wet smacking noise as he pulled away.

“That’s it. You’re perfect,” Joshua praised, his voice waning. He tilted his head back, swallowing hard. “So good for me.”

You whined, and the sound reminded Joshua of your existence in the room, amping up the intensity of the toy still in your panties. A sharp gasp escaped you, but you made no other sound to retaliate.

Joshua tangled his fingers in Jeonghan’s long hair, following the movements of his head. Jeonghan took the veiny shaft further, stroking what he couldn’t take into his mouth, humming softly as he pulled back, picking up a pace.

“Show her how it’s done,” Joshua whispered, a smirk painting his face.

“Josh!” you squealed. “Not fair,” you said through a sigh, squeezing your eyes shut as waves of pleasure barrelled down your spine, tearing an orgasm out of you. A whiny cry escaped you as you let the waves of pleasure take you, making you writhe desperately on the chair.

“Oh god,” Joshua drawled the words out, sounding gruff and languid as his head remained tilted back. You saw his throat bobbing, his breathing shift. “You can stop now, Hannie.” 

Jeonghan pulled back, and without hesitation, he looked your way. It was by sheer impulse, but his eyes locked with yours, filled with lust and expectation. You were coming down from your high, panting and shaking still.

“Get ready,” Joshua told Jeonghan meaningfully.

Jeonghan got to his feet, removing the last pieces of clothing with no hesitation while Joshua opened the drawers to get a condom and a bottle of lube. They both stood naked before you, acting as though you weren’t there at all while they shared a passionate kiss. Jeonghan placed his hands on Joshua’s waist while Joshua grabbed him by the face, deepening the kiss. You saw their tongues brushing as they both hummed into each other’s mouths.

A strangled noise slipped through your gritted teeth. You wanted their attention, you wanted them to turn to you and shower you with kisses instead. But you continued watching, still strapped to the chair, powerless.

“Get on the bed,” Joshua said, his tone raspy, denoting his need.

Jeonghan hesitated for the first time, looking at you swiftly through the corner of his eye.

“Come on,” Joshua said, patting on Jeonghan’s side twice. “Don’t make me handcuff you too.”

“Tsk,” Jeonghan laughed softly, but got on the bed, choosing an angle so that his head was resting on the foot of the bed. You noticed he chose this angle so his eyes could divert towards you.

“Mmm,” Joshua hummed, clearly noticing Jeonghan’s intentions. But he said nothing about this. Instead, he used the controller to bring down the intensity of the toy, letting you rest from its intense vibrations for a while.

“Thank you,” you sighed out unconsciously, feeling languid with pleasure.

Joshua made his first mistake. He lifted his gaze as he climbed on the bed, looking at you with a tender expression written on his face. But the look was fleeting, realizing that he was loosening his dominance with each subby act you made.

“See?” Jeonghan said, blinking at you. “She can be good.”

Joshua giggled softly, clearly caught by the moment. “She’s still not getting away with acting jealous at the party.”

Jeonghan moved his legs so that Joshua could slot himself between them, sitting on his knees as he reached to grab the condom while Jeonghan picked up the bottle of lube, squeezing a good amount of it onto his palm.

“I thought you liked that,” Jeonghan replied, his tone genuine and devoid of snark.

“Maybe I do,” Joshua said, rolling the condom down to his hilt and taking the bottle of lube out of Jeonghan’s hand. He squeezed some lube onto his fingers. “But then she thought it was a good idea of getting you to fuck her in that bathroom.”

“I think you like that too,” Jeonghan said, his tone becoming more strangled as Joshua started spreading the lube around his hole.

“Yeah?” Joshua breathed, tilting his head to one side as he pushed his hand, slipping the first finger inside Jeonghan’s tight hole. “You think so?”

Jeonghan was rendered speechless, but he nodded either way. Slowly, he rolled his hand up and down Joshua’s hard cock, lubing him up.

Joshua started thrusting his finger in and out of Jeonghan slowly, reaching for the forgotten controller to change up the speed on the toy. Your pulse quickened, heart frenzied to know that you weren’t completely invisible.

“I think you like knowing that she drives me as crazy as she drives you,” Jeonghan croaked, getting the sentence out as though he were completely unable to stop himself.

That made Joshua laugh, the sound airy and sweet. It made his abdomen contract slightly—Joshua was glorious, in all the extension of the word. Naked, hair messy and completely hard. And Jeonghan was too, except that his hair was messier and he was already dripping precum onto his own tummy. 

The sight of both of your boyfriends naked on your bed made you choke back a moan. Joshua stopped thrusting his fingers inside Jeonghan, taking his cock on one hand, and guiding it to Jeonghan’s hole. There was an exchange of looks between them, and Joshua proceeded right after Jeonghan gave him a quick nod. Joshua moved Jeonghan’s leg up to his chest, and then started pushing his cock inside Jeonghan, slowly. Very slowly.

You shuddered again, your bound hands balling into fists as you tried to fight off the vibrations against your clit, but it was impossible, you were cumming again on the chair, liquid came gushing out of you as you whined helplessly. “Josh,” you choked back a sob, panting and trying to stop it.

Jeonghan closed his eyes, mouth parting as his eyebrows knitted. You could hear the sound of the air catching on his throat, and Joshua’s moan in response.

“F-fuck,” Jeonghan sighed, shuddering hard but still not opening his eyes. “Joshua,” he moaned.

Joshua mimicked Jeonghan’s expression—brows drawn inward, mouth dropping softly. He moved his hips slowly, shallowly at first. Jeonghan brought a hand to Jeonghan’s tummy, parking it flatly as though to hold him in place.

You shuddered too, trying to hold out as much as possible, but as one orgasm subsided, another one started. “Joshua, please,” you whispered, tears brimming in your eyes, but you couldn’t stop. The pleasure was too intense, too hot.

“Oh, god,” Jeonghan sighed, grabbing Joshua’s hand that was still resting on his lower abdomen. “Please, please, please.”

Joshua smiled softly. “You like that, Hannie?” he asked quietly.

In that moment, you knew how Jeonghan felt—the stretch of Joshua’s cock inside you, the feeling so good, so delicious it consumed you slowly. Unable to talk, you whined again, trying to get his attention.

But Joshua didn’t raise his gaze at you, instead, he pulled his hips back slightly, driving his cock back in with one thrust, letting out a strangled moan. “So tight,” he whispered, blinking slowly.

Jeonghan was reduced to a complete mess—only able to let out mere babbles and long, raunchy moans. His eyes remained closed, his hand placed on top of Joshua’s while the other gripped the covers tightly. 

Carefully and slowly, Joshua bent over Jeonghan, pressing a hot but fleeting kiss on his lips. He put a hand on the bed, pushing Jeonghan’s legs up to his chest as they kissed one more time. And then Joshua resumed his deep thrusting, pulling back to sit on his knees again. 

“God,” Jeonghan exhaled as Joshua started pushing his cock at a steadier pace. Your heart twisted with jealousy again because all you felt was a tingling sensation shooting right at your core, making you squeeze your thighs again. “Fuck, Joshua, don’t stop please… please.”

“Mmm, I might just stop right now,” Joshua taunted. “See what you’ll do without my cock.”

“No, no, please,” Jeonghan whispered, tightening his grip around Joshua’s hand.

“You think—” he uttered, pushing his hips deeply, “—you’re cute? Fucking our Bunny in the bathroom without me—?” he drove in deeper, getting a raunchier moan out of Jeonghan. “—where anyone could hear?”

“Fuck,” Jeonghan sighed, pushing the back of his head against the covers. Ropes of cum spilled from his cock, landing on his skin, on his lower abdomen, and chest and just continued leaking. “Fuck, god, fuck,” he gritted, taking his cock with one hand and started jerking himself off until the last drop of cum dripped out of him.

The sight was just too much for you. You nearly screamed, cumming so hard that you saw stars behind your eyelids. “Fuck-k, Joshua!” you whined, thighs trembling, wrestling against the shackles to no end. You bent over, trying to resist the urge to squirt on the chair again, but it was pointless.

Joshua threw his head back, moaning salaciously as he continued fucking Jeonghan rutting against him desperately—spilling himself into the condom. Jeonghan was rendered languid, panting and sighing as he finally looked at you.

Jeonghan watched you cum for the final time, shaking, sobbing and crying. You were completely overstimmed now.

“Please, Josh,” you whined pathetically.

“Shua,” Jeonghan said. He tapped on the back of Joshua’s hand, snapping him out of his trance.

Joshua grabbed the controller, bringing the toy to a full stop.

“Thank you,” you mumbled, completely out of breath. You were an absolute disaster, shaking, crying, and your thighs were dripping with your mess.

Joshua was panting too, his chest rising and falling dramatically. “You okay?” he asked Jeonghan first.

Jeonghan nodded slowly. “I’m good. Go take care of her,” he urged.

Joshua wasted no time, pulling out of Jeonghan slowly and heading to the bathroom immediately to discard the condom. He came back quicker than you thought, kneeling in front of you to take care of the shackles.

“You’re okay, baby?” Joshua asked, his tone gentle.

You nodded, still feeling trapped in the aftershocks of the never-ending orgasm you just had. “I’m okay, babe,” you said. “I just need a shower.” 

Joshua smiled softly. “Let’s take care of you now, okay?”

Then, without any more preamble, he scooped you up from the chair, taking you to the bathroom where he had already started the shower. He didn’t let you move a finger, removing your dress and panties for you, and guiding you to stand under the shower.

“Good?” he asked, testing the temperature.

You shuddered blissfully. “Perfect,” you told him, giving him a tired smile. “Thank you, babe.”

His gaze softened, but he nodded at you and then headed back to the bedroom.

Some minutes later, Jeonghan stepped into the shower with you, giving you a sheepish look.

“You betrayed me,” you told him, pouting at him.

Jeonghan started laughing, shame painting the tips of his ears red. “I’d say I’m sorry, but,” he shrugged, placing a hand on the back of your head to then press a kiss on your forehead. “I’m not sorry.”

“Mmph,” you smirked. “I know.”

Then Joshua came in, standing right behind you. The shower was big enough now to fit you three, and water rained down on all three of you from ahead. Joshua instantly wrapped his arms around you, pulling you to his chest and pressing a kiss on your hair.

“Baby, you trust me, don’t you?” Joshua asked, sweetly now.

You turned to look at him, his warm chest pressed to your back. “I do, babe,” you blinked. “But I can’t help getting a bit jealous when a girl is all over my man, you know?”

Joshua giggled softly, tilting his head back a bit. He reached for the bottle of shampoo. “I was just playing a role, baby. I couldn’t even pay attention to what she was saying.”

“I think she might’ve recognized me,” you told him, rubbing soap on your legs.

“She absolutely did,” Joshua emphasized with a labored sigh. “Let’s just hope she doesn’t do anything about it.”

“Why?” Jeonghan asked curiously. “I mean, she saw Bunny with me, wasn’t that the point?”

“And you were practically flirting with her all night,” you said through your teeth, pretending to be busy scrubbing your body.

A firm slap was delivered on your ass, the sound wet and loud. You yelped, laughing immediately despite the quick shot of pain. “Josh!”

Jeonghan laughed as well, grabbing you by the arm to keep you steady.

“I wasn’t flirting,” Joshua mumbled quietly, but he diverted his gaze almost shamefully.

“It doesn’t matter if you were flirting, Shua,” Jeonghan pointed out, rolling his eyes swiftly. “We have to keep up appearances,” he told you directly now.

At that, you rested your case. “Yeah, I guess you’re right,” you said.

“But also getting jealous of it is also natural,” Jeonghan added, shrugging lightly. “So you can’t tell her anything about it either, Shua.”

“So you’re the only one winning tonight,” Joshua smirked.

Jeonghan mirrored the smirk. “Yes, indeed,” he said, lifting his chin proudly.

You curled up to Jeonghan on the bed, rubbing your feet together as he rolled on his side, facing you. He slipped a hand beneath your t-shirt, parking it right on the centre of your tummy. “You okay, baby?” he asked softly.

“I’m good,” you replied. “I’m ready to pass out,” you told him.

Jeonghan showed you a tender smile. “You don’t want anything else?” he raised his eyebrows. “Tea? Water?”

You shook your head. “I might be paying the consequences tomorrow morning,” you giggled shyly.

“You shouldn’t have drunk too much,” Joshua reprimanded, but his tone was devoid of seriousness. He climbed on the bed, flopping down next to you with a tired sigh.

“Let her have fun,” Jeonghan repeated, leaning over to press a kiss on your temple, his hand still parked on your tummy.

“Measured fun is also an option,” Joshua pointed out, smirking when you stared at him blankly. “I’m just kidding, baby.”

“I had fun tonight,” you mumbled, closing your eyes briefly.

“Yeah?” Joshua whispered, the weight on the bed shifting beside you as Joshua rolled to his side too. He pinched your chin, making you open your eyes. “I’m glad, baby.”

“I’m happy,” you told them both.

Jeonghan’s gaze softened.

“We’re happy too, baby,” Joshua whispered.

“I know,” you sighed, showing them a light smile. But then your eyes shot open again. “Oh, that reminds me—”

“What?” Jeonghan asked.

You turned slightly to look at Joshua. “Babe, we need to start thinking about the future,” you said promptly, getting a surge of energy out of nowhere.

Joshua frowned. “Right now?” he dragged the question for a few seconds longer than needed.

“Yeah, I mean… we live together now. And in the future, what are we going to call this?” you asked, swiftly sending a look at Jeonghan.

Jeonghan squeezed his eyes shut in secondhand embarrassment. “Baby, this isn’t the best way to talk about it,” he gritted.

“I mean it already has a name, right?” Joshua said, still out of the loop. “It’s a relationship. That’s what it is.”

“She means further down the line,” Jeonghan aided, still looking ashamed because he knew where this conversation stemmed from.

Joshua blinked, then turned more serious. “You told him?” he asked you briefly.

“No, I heard you talking about it,” Jeonghan said.

Joshua sighed briefly, but wasn’t upset. “I only brought it because I’ve always wanted this. I was just making sure we were still on the same page,” he said, shrugging slightly.

“But you didn’t think that I would want that too?” Jeonghan frowned.

“No—I mean, I was going to talk to you about it. I just needed to know she still wanted it first,” Joshua explained, calmer now.

You traced your thumb over Jeonghan’s arm, listening to them while arranging your ideas. “I don’t think people like us fit into wedding registries, you know, babe?” you asked Joshua, your tone kind and low.

Joshua let out a breath. “I know. But there are other ways,” he said thoughtfully. “And I don’t want this with anyone else.”

Jeonghan gave a soft laugh. “Can you imagine that wedding? Would be long as hell,” he joked.

But his joking gave you hope. “Imagine the paperwork,” you added, laughing too.

“Imagine the headlines,” Joshua also jumped in. “Rockstar marries his best friend’s girlfriend… and his best friend,” he said with a mocking tone.

You rolled your eyes, but you couldn’t deny the warmth blooming in your chest. “It’s not that impossible.”

Silence fell, but this time it felt like everyone was considering that future.

Joshua’s voice dropped. “We’ll figure it out when we get there.”

“In the future,” Jeonghan emphasized.

“At least we know now that we all want it,” you said, your tone dropping halfway through your sentence.

“I agree with Hannie, baby,” Joshua spoke now after some seconds of silence. “We should take it slow.”

Jeonghan leaned in, brushing a kiss against your cheek. “Thank you, baby,” he whispered to you.

You nodded at him, turning to kiss Jeonghan back on the lips, then you did the same thing with Joshua.

Then the quiet that followed didn’t feel tense, nor complicated like all the times you’ve had serious conversations in the past. This time, the moment was filled with tenderness, wrapped in trust.

It was the start of a promise. And you’ve never felt more optimistic. 

✮ author's note: hi there!

i took so long to post this chapter. i began drafting it around june 9 and i'm just finishing it.

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part vii

You were awakened by the creaking of the mattress. You had grown accustomed to feeling the warmth of two bodies on either side of you as you slept, so before you opened your eyes, you knew you were alone under the covers.

The faint sunlight was streaming through the thin slits in the curtains, and you knew it was early morning. Then, the second sound was what really pushed you to lucidity and brought you out of your slumber. The dull sound of something akin to pain made you open your eyelids. Pain... and pleasure.

As soon as you opened your eyes, you had to blink a couple of times in the blinding sunlight. But everything became clearer, the half-closed curtains, the unpacked luggage forgotten in a corner of the bedroom... and hands clenching into fists around the sheets at the foot of the bed.

Jeonghan had his eyes closed, his eyelids trembling lightly, and his mouth hanging open. You understood that he had been the one making those sounds, like grunts of pain and pleasure, and you understood why. Joshua was standing behind, his hands on Jeonghan’s hips, holding him steady as he pushed his hips in a slow, but deep motion.

They were both naked. Joshua had his eyes closed too, but his expression was riddled with pleasure, his eyebrows deeply drawn inward, his lips parted. The pleasure in his face was evident, and when he bit his bottom lip, you knew that he was trying not to moan.

What you didn’t know, because you were not there to see was that they had started with playful teasing, and bantering in the living room. They teased each other with kisses, telling each other quippy retorts while trying not to make much noise since they didn’t want to wake you up.

But the playful kisses quickly had turned into something else, something both of them hadn’t been able to stop, they did not want to. It became a game of hushed kisses, and humming noises as both Jeonghan and Joshua became drunk on one another, laughing at themselves when their clothes started hitting the floor of the living room.

“Shh,” Joshua had pulled back slightly, sneaking a quick glance at the bedroom door.

“She won’t hear us,” Jeonghan had said confidently. He ran his fingers through the hair on Joshua’s nape, raking his fingertips on his scalp.

Joshua shuddered so hard he almost choked on his own spit. “God. Don’t do that,” he groaned, pressing his lips on Jeonghan’s.

Jeonghan laughed lightly. “What, this—?” he spread his fingertips on Joshua’s nape, letting his nails slide on Joshua’s scalp.

“Fuck,” Joshua gritted, closing his eyes.

“You’re the one who’s going to wake her up,” Jeonghan chuckled quietly.

Joshua didn’t reply right away. Instead, he pressed his hips down on Jeonghan’s pelvis, knowing that he’d find a growing bulge beneath Jeonghan’s sweats.

It was Jeonghan’s turn to groan, his fingers curling around Joshua’s dark hair, tugging it a little.

“We should do something about these clothes,” Joshua mumbled playfully, there was no smile on his face. He tried to keep his features straight, but there was a slight twinkle in his eyes, showing his eagerness.

“You first,” Jeonghan replied, sticking his hands beneath Joshua’s t-shirt before there was any protest.

Jeonghan slid his hands up Joshua’s back, raking his skin with his fingertips just slightly. The white t-shirt was hiked up Joshua’s torso, as Jeonghan enjoyed the low grunts that the raking of his fingertips created.

And so, they started losing their clothes, each item joining the other on the floor until it was littered with their t-shirts, sweats, and underwear. The living room was quiet, as the morning light kept creeping in between the parted curtains.

Jeonghan’s heartbeat was so loud that he believed you would hear it all the way to your bedroom. His breathing became ragged as he kept kissing Joshua’s lips, each kiss more addictive than the last.

“Do you think she’ll wake up soon?” Jeonghan asked as Joshua planted another kiss.

Joshua brought a hand to cup Jeonghan’s chin. “What, are you regretting this already?” he asked playfully.

“No, I mean—” he gasped dramatically as Joshua’s hand left his chin, and trailed down both their bodies, “I wonder what her face would be if she finds us like this.”

“Go wake her up, then,” Joshua suggested, tucking his hand in the space between their bodies, finding Jeonghan’s hard dick and circling his fingers around it.

“No, no… not yet,” Jeonghan mumbled faintly, closing his eyes as Joshua rolled his hand, jerking Jeonghan off.

A game of sorts had started then—how far could they get before you woke up? And Joshua took the challenge all too wilfully, doing things to bring out more sounds from Jeonghan.

Joshua started by leaving hot kisses on Jeonghan’s neck, greedily sucking up spots on his skin as Jeonghan tried the best he could to keep himself quiet. But he was being driven deliriously mad, he must be living a dream, he kept thinking. His heart was still beating frantically against his chest as Joshua marked up a spot on top of his heart.

Jeonghan’s mind spun, his hand leaving Joshua’s nape as the trail of kisses inched further down his body. Joshua sucked up another red spot on Jeonghan’s lower tummy, bringing out a strangled sound out of him.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan whispered, glancing down at his body. Joshua wrapped his lips around Jeonghan’s swollen cockhead, tasting the precum leaking in his slit.

Joshua had never done something like this before. But he retraced every single thing he liked when he was at the receiving end. So he pulled out his tongue, licking up and down Jeonghan’s length a few times before closing his mouth around the cockhead again and sinking down slowly.

If the loud beating of Jeonghan’s heart won’t wake you up, then the sound of his moans would. His mouth parted, hands flying to clutch at the cushions of the couch. He had to be dreaming, Jeonghan thought. Joshua slid his mouth up and down Jeonghan’s cock, the movements were slow and hesitant, like getting used to it before daring to pick up the pace.

Jeonghan closed his eyes, bringing a hand to the back of Joshua’s head, following the movements of it. Jeonghan exhaled deeply, enjoying the warmth of Joshua’s mouth, the tentative, but steady movement of his tongue every time he pulled his head back, swirling around the cockhead.

“Joshua,” he called in a moan. “Fuck, stop, stop,” he urged with a whisper.

Joshua pulled his head back, a string of saliva connecting his mouth to Jeonghan’s pink cockhead. “Am I doing it wrong?” he asked innocently.

“No, I just…” Jeonghan trailed off, letting his head fall back on the cushions. “Don’t wanna cum just yet.”

It seemed almost crazy to Jeonghan that some nights ago, he felt so far away from the version of himself that was head over heels for Joshua. But now he knew—that version of him never really went away.

He still was crazy for Joshua.

Joshua crawled back on top, using his arms to frame Jeonghan’s head. “Okay,” he replied gently, planting a kiss on Jeonghan’s lips. “Tell me what you want me to do.”

Jeonghan felt like he had just been pushed into a cliff, and he was free-falling. “I…” he croaked, his eyes shifting from Joshua’s dark eyes to his plump and soft lips. “I don’t know what I want.”

Joshua giggled softly. “I’ll take it slowly. Tell me what’s off the table.”

Jeonghan thought about it for a second. He wanted Joshua; he wanted him so badly that it was starting to become annoying and painful. “Kiss me,” he whispered, feeling like it was a good way to retake what they were doing.

Joshua had kissed Jeonghan slowly, but passionately. Their lips fit together so well that the kisses quickly progressed into another make-out session. One thing led to another, and soon Jeonghan would let himself be dragged to your bedroom, where Joshua could get a condom and a bottle of lube.

The scene was brutally alluring to you. Catching them before anyone noticed that you were watching silently as they tried to not wake you up. It quickly got your skin heating up, the way Jeonghan bit down his bottom lip making your thighs press tightly.

But you kept your face covered snugly beneath the bed sheets, watching them without being too obvious about it. You wanted to know how much you could get from the moment without them noticing you. You kept watching the moment unravel before your eyes, wondering what had happened moments before you woke up.

Joshua slid a hand on Jeonghan’s lower back, sliding it down his milky white skin. Both looked like they were dying to voice their pleasure. Joshua kept swallowing his moans while Jeonghan bit harder at his bottom lip.

You dared to uncover your face slightly, just so you could get more from the view in front of you. Jeonghan’s hands were holding onto the bedcovers, you could see his pretty cock, hard, the tip swollen and leaking pre-cum. But he kept himself steady, in place and bending over for Joshua.

A quiet exhale escaped you before you could stop it. Joshua pulled back his hips and then pushed his cock back inside Jeonghan, the motion of his hips deep and calculated. You could tell that it was taking everything in Joshua to keep himself in control—a vein in his neck had started to pop out, and his breathing was turning fitful.

And you ached to join—to share the pleasure that they had so jealously kept to themselves. A tingling sensation made your pussy flutter, noticing that you had started to wet your panties.

Jeonghan opened his eyes, blinking a few times to find you looking at them. His lips curved in a knowing smile, and he had to bite his bottom lip as Joshua kept rutting into Jeonghan’s ass. “Come here, baby,” Jeonghan mumbled, palming the bedspread with one hand.

You realized after some moments that he was talking to you. Being so dazed by the image in front of you, that you slowly drew the bed sheets and covers down, uncovering your body as he palmed the bedspread again.

“Oh, thank fuck,” Joshua sighed upon spotting you—wide awake, and aware of what your boyfriends were up to.

Joshua pulled his hips back, rutting into Jeonghan harder—deeper, eliciting a raw moan from Jeonghan. “Go slowly,” Jeonghan said with a low tone, as though he had already given that instruction a couple of times before. A reminder.

“Yeah, yeah,” Joshua replied shakily, swallowing so hard his throat bobbed.

You crawled to where Jeonghan was motioning you to. “Lay here, princess,” he instructed with a gentle tone, but with a hard edge to it. The expression on his face was taut in pleasure, he was blinking repeatedly, as though his vision were blurry.

You laid back on the bedspread, your eyes flitting from Jeonghan’s to Joshua’s. “Good morning you two,” you mumbled, smiling softly.

They both smiled, as though they had just accomplished an unspoken mission. “Good morning princess,” Joshua exhaled, giving you a lazy smile.

Jeonghan hooked his fingers beneath the band of your panties, pulling and letting it snap your skin, bringing a yelp out of you. “Get these off now,” he instructed with urgency.

You took your panties off, wondering what Jeonghan wanted to do next. His hand slipped between your thighs, motioning you to spread them for him. Both Joshua and Jeonghan watched as you opened your thighs, unapologetically showing them how wet you had gotten.

“Mmn, look how wet she is,” Jeonghan cooed mockingly, pulling his body back so he could turn his head to Joshua.

Joshua smiled softly, meeting Jeonghan’s lips with his own in a swift, open kiss. “You should eat her out,” he mumbled, giving Jeonghan another kiss.

Jeonghan hummed into the kiss, making you feel jealous for an instant. But you didn’t know which kiss you desired more—Jeonghan or Joshua’s.

Joshua pulled out gently, panting softly as Jeonghan positioned one knee on the foot of the bed for support before bending down so his head met your pussy. And without saying anything else, he licked a broad stripe on your pussy, parting your folds with his fingers.

You pushed your knees back, feet dangling off the bedspread as Jeonghan started eating your pussy out, drinking you in. “Fuck, Hannie,” you mewled, bringing a hand to stroke his hair. 

Jeonghan hummed against your pussy, his fingertips parting your lips trailing down to find your entrance, pushing his middle and pointer finger inside you. His tongue made a circular motion around your swollen clit.

You pushed the upper half of your body on your elbow, keeping your other hand on the back of his head. You saw Joshua realigning himself to Jeonghan’s ass, biting his bottom lip as he pushed his cock inside Jeonghan.

“So tight,” Joshua sighed, rutting his hips against Jeonghan’s ass in a steady motion.

Jeonghan moaned on your pussy, the tip of his nose nudging against you right before wrapping his lips around your swollen clit, sucking at it lightly.

“Hannie,” you cried out, your voice pathetic as your body started to ease into pleasure. “Yes, yes, please, just like that.”

Joshua kept fucking Jeonghan’s ass with deep strokes, opening his eyes to find your face. Your features showed the pleasure you were getting from Jeonghan—your eyebrows were drawn inward, your glossy lips parted as you let out the sweetest moans.

You stroke Jeonghan’s head as he ate you out. He hummed with you every time you moaned. He pressed his tongue against your throbbing clit, flicking it from side to side swiftly, expertly. Your eyes glazed over, your mind going blank as you inched closer to the edge.

“Fuck,” Joshua gritted, his thrusts turning sloppy as your moans just pushed him closer to his release. “I’m gonna cum,” he mumbled.

Jeonghan pulled his fingers out of you, taking his hard cock and he started rolling his hand over his cockhead. A muffled and urgent moan came out of him, but he kept eating your pussy out, tugging your clit with his lips as his tongue flicked from side to side, pushing you closer to the edge.

As soon as Joshua saw Jeonghan start stroking himself, he allowed himself to go slightly faster, still fucking him with deep thrusts. Joshua moaned, tilting his head back, trying to keep going despite the growing need to cum.

“Fuck, Hannie, Hannie…” you mewled, mouth opening wide as you sucked in air, and released it with long, sweet moans. You came hard, limbs trembling pathetically as the waves of your orgasm washed over you.

Jeonghan moaned too, the motion of his hand speeding up slightly right before it went sloppy, and slowed down as spurts of cum dripped from his slit, and landed on his fingers.

Joshua came last, his hips buckling slightly before pushing them slowly, deeply. His whole body went taut with pleasure, filling the condom up with tired and raw moans. “Fuck,” he said breathlessly.

Jeonghan pulled his head up from your pussy, he was breathing hard too. He raised his gaze at you, his wet lips stretching in a lazy smile as he sighed. “Good morning, baby.”

Joshua was panting, but that didn’t stop him from smiling broadly. “Sorry for waking you up,” he said.

You rubbed the back of your finger beneath your eye, gathering a tear. “I don’t mind you waking me up like this,” you replied sweetly, sighing a smile too.

“See,” Jeonghan said. “I told you.”

Joshua rolled his eyes, brushing off the confused expression on your face with a motion of his head. “No, you didn’t.”

Jeonghan glanced back at Joshua, exchanging a look before Jeonghan nodded wordlessly. Joshua pulled his hips back, and Jeonghan grunted slightly at the loss.

“I’ll take a shower,” Joshua said tiredly.

“Yeah, you do that,” Jeonghan mumbled, finding a tissue to clean his hand. He looked at you, crawling on the bed to slump down next to you.

“Coming, bunny?” Joshua asked you.

“I think I’ll stay with Hannie for a bit,” you replied, giving him a small smile. Joshua matched your expression, nodding before heading to the bathroom.

You eased back on the bed, turning over on your side to prop your head on your elbow. “How are you, babe?”

Jeonghan was lying face down on the bed, but he rose slightly upon hearing your question. “Tired,” he muttered.

You brought a hand to stroke his back. “Don’t you wanna clean up before resting?”

“I think—” he began, but quickly faded, pressing his face onto the bed in defeat. “I can’t.”

You frowned. “Why?”

“I can’t feel my legs,” he muttered, turning his head slightly so you saw more from the half of his face. And then, with a sigh, he said: “Your boyfriend’s cock is massive.”

“Don’t you mean your boyfriend?” you teased, giggling.

Jeonghan gave you a lazy smile, sighing as he continued hiding the side of his face on the bedcover. “Our boyfriend.”

Your heart fluttered. You leaned in, touching his lips with your own. “Come on, baby,” you whispered sweetly. “Let’s go get cleaned up.”

“No,” Jeonghan hummed, pushing the tip of his nose against yours before pressing a kiss on your lips. “I don’t wanna. Especially if you talk to me that way.”

You chuckled, but eased into his embrace, sighing blissfully as his arms encircled you. Jeonghan kissed you lazily, debating whether he wanted to fall asleep like this. But he eventually gave in. He groaned, his pout easing into a smile when he wasn’t able to keep his act. “Okay. Let’s go clean up, princess,” he replied just as sweetly.  

You pushed yourself up from the bed, Jeonghan following you with a lazy gait as you made it to the bathroom. Joshua was standing beneath the shower stream, water running down his naked body as he pushed his wet hair back.

“Isn’t the space too tight for the three of us?” Jeonghan muttered as you grabbed his hand, pulling him to stand in the shower.

“No, it’s not,” you said.

Joshua giggled, the sound making you lift your gaze to him. His smile was full of joy, his eyes turning into half moons. “We’ll have to look for a place with a bigger shower,” he said with ease, adding a shrug before turning around and exiting the shower.

“Oh, about that,” Jeonghan muttered, his gaze flitting to the end of the bathroom where Joshua was wrapping a towel around his waist.

You glanced at him, confused. “What?” Then your gaze flickered to Joshua, who was suddenly very busy combing his hair with his fingers—despite it being wet.

Joshua cleared his throat. “Can we talk about this over breakfast?” Joshua suggested knowingly. His eyebrows knitted together in that annoyingly cute way that made you almost forget that he wanted to change the subject. “I’m starving.”

“Talk about what?” You narrowed your eyes. “You two really need to stop keeping me out of your conversations.”

Jeonghan giggled at your expression. “You were asleep, dummy,” he teased, yelping when you swatted his shoulder lightly.

Joshua smiled, leaning against the sink. “Should we go to that place you like, baby?” he asked you, clearly wanting to change the subject.

You grinned. “Sure,” you said, drawing out the word, then narrowed your eyes at both of them. “But I will find out what you were talking about.”

“Over breakfast!” Joshua shot back, grinning before he turned away, and walked out of the bathroom.

Jeonghan laughed, but it was off. As you rinsed your hair, you looked at him. There was something in the way he avoided looking at you.

Your amusement faded. “Hey,” you whispered.

“Yes?”

“You’re okay, babe?” you asked, stepping out of the stream so he could finish washing.

“Yeah, I’m fine,” he blinked away, dismissively. “Let’s talk about it over breakfast, yeah?”

“Fine,” you nodded. Breakfast.

The warm sunlight stretched over the terrace tables, the crisp morning air nipping at the back of your neck. The scent of fresh coffee and banana pancakes drifted around you, weaving through the space between you and your boyfriends.

It wasn’t the first time you, Joshua, and Jeonghan had sat here.

You cut a piece of your pancake, lifting it with your fork before taking a bite. The familiar taste melted on your tongue, just as good as always.

“Is it good?” Joshua asked, sipping from his coffee mug, watching you with a knowing smirk.

You nodded, already cutting another piece to offer him. He accepted it without hesitation, humming in approval as he chewed.

Jeonghan was pushing the food on his plate absentmindedly, his eyes flicking between you and Joshua, before finally letting out a sigh.

“So…” Jeonghan started, his eyes shifty. “About the apartment thing.”

Joshua leaned back on the chair, arms crossed. “Yes. The apartment thing,” his smirk softened, tilting his head to one side. “Have you made up your mind about it?”

Jeonghan looked hesitant—just as he did the last time you brought the subject up. His fingers tightened around the ear of his coffee mug.

You reached out for his hand, commanding his sweet brown eyes to you. “Talk to me.”

He sighed. “It’s not that I don’t want to move in together,” he said carefully. “I do. I really do.”

Joshua frowned. “Then what’s the problem?”

Jeonghan shot him a look. “It’s just… isn’t it a little soon?” His tone was soft. “What if it messes things up?”

The confusion on Joshua’s face flickered into something more understanding.

“Jeonghan,” you said gently, your hand tightening around his. “You want this.”

“I do,” he admitted with a frustrated sigh. “But what if we rush it and—”

“Things are changing for the better,” you said. “That doesn’t mean they will fall apart.”

“Look,” Joshua exhaled. “We don’t have to sign a lease today. But we should at least look.” 

Jeonghan hesitated, looking at you and then at Joshua. The tension of his shoulders eased. “Okay,” he said. “We look.”

The elevator ride was quiet, save for the soft hum of the mechanical pull. You glanced at Joshua, and then Jeonghan, your fingers wrapping tightly around the strap of your bag. Out of nervousness, you dropped your gaze to your phone screen, looking at the options you had from the realtor.

Joshua stood beside you, practically buzzing with excitement, his hands shoved into the pockets of his black denim jeans. “I have a good feeling about this one,” he murmured, leaning over you.

You knew why he told you that. Jeonghan was quiet, his eyes fixed on the numbers above the elevator doors. He hadn’t said much since breakfast, only nervously exchanging some words as you arrived.

The doors slid open, revealing a bright, airy apartment with floor-to-ceiling windows. Sunlight spilled across the marble floors, making the space feel impossibly open.

“Oh,” you breathed as you stepped inside first. “I love this.”

Joshua let out a hum as he followed you. “Okay, yeah,” he mumbled. “I see why you like this,” he agreed, turning to Jeonghan. “What do you think?”

Jeonghan was the one to step in last, his gaze sweeping over the empty space. His hands were buried into the pocket of his hoodie, shoulder stiff as he gave you and Joshua a shrug. “It’s nice,” he said carefully.

Your ears perked at the hesitation. “But…?”

He blinked slowly at you. “Let’s look around, okay?”

You nodded, trying to ignore his reluctance and just let him be. You walked around the place, the living room had high ceilings, and faux marble floors that gleamed under the sunlight pouring in from the windows.

The space felt wide, and you started imagining where to put the furniture that you were thinking of buying, the furniture that you also owned. The kitchen was sleek, and functional with sandy brown and marble countertops. A wide island sat in the center, perfect for the mornings or late-night conversations.

Joshua leaned on the wide countertop, looking around with awe. “I like this place,” he mumbled, nodding in approval.

Jeonghan was standing by the window quietly, his gaze fixed on the city beyond.

You moved past them, eager to see the bedrooms. The first was smaller, probably meant for guests, but you imagined it to be your new office. There was a second room, which you imagined could fit a bed in it, maybe your bed, since Jeonghan’s mattress was even larger than yours.

Then came the master bedroom, spacious, with a balcony that overlooked the quiet streets below. It had an en-suite bathroom, which was ad hoc for your plans. A deep soaking tub sat beneath another large window, and a glass-enclosed rainfall shower took up one side of the space. A dual sink vanity that made the space remind you of a hotel room.

“This is perfect,” you murmured, turning to see Joshua leaning against the doorframe, watching you with a knowing smile.

But when you glanced past him at Jeonghan, he wasn’t smiling, he wasn’t seeing the twinkle in your eye. He stood near the hallway, chewing at his bottom lip.

“Hannie, hey,” you approached him, his gaze found yours, as though snapping him from a train of thoughts. “What’s wrong?”

“It’s just happening too fast,” he whispered. “We haven’t even been us for that long.”

Joshua scoffed, shrugging as he crossed his arms over his chest. “This isn’t a marriage proposal, Jeonghan. It’s just an apartment.”

You rolled your eyes, shooting him a look but before you could say anything, Jeonghan replied. “But it’s not just an apartment, is it?” His voice was gentle, but you could see the confusion in his eyes. “It’s a home—for all three of us.”

Your heart stammered. “Do you want that?” you asked gently.

Jeonghan hesitated, then sighed. “Of course I do. I wouldn’t be here if I didn’t.” He looked around the space again, his eyes lingering on the sunlight pouring in through the windows. “I just don’t want to screw this up.”

Joshua’s gaze softened. “We won’t, Hannie,” he said.

You reached out to take his hand. “And if something happens, we’ll figure it out, yes?”

Jeonghan huffed a quiet laugh, rolling his eyes. “Yes. We will.”

Joshua smiled, throwing an arm around Jeonghan’s shoulders as he dragged him across the master bedroom, rambling about taking a look at the balcony where he would be able to smoke freely.

You watched them with a smile, trailing behind and already picturing the whole apartment as something more than just a place to live. Home.

Some days later, you had to start packing. It was especially hard since you were also in the middle of finishing the draft of your book. Juggling both felt nearly impossible—though it became slightly more manageable with Joshua’s help. He had eagerly offered to start packing, but you knew all too well that his definition of packing wasn’t exactly something you could trust.

Cardboard boxes were stacked in piles, pushed against the empty wall of your studio office. You stood still for a moment, letting your gaze sweep over the space that had been your fortress through long days and even longer nights of hard work. A lump formed in your throat as you remembered when this place had been nothing more than a desk, a chair, and your computer.

It had grown with you, evolved alongside you. And now, you were taking a leap into something new.

From the next room, the soft murmur of a familiar voice blended with the lazy strumming of an acoustic guitar. If you listened closely, you could hear Joshua singing—his voice dipping into quiet repetition whenever he fumbled a chord. But to you, even his mistakes sounded perfect. You didn’t even realize you had moved until you found yourself pulled toward the sound, drifting from the studio into the bedroom.

Joshua sat at the foot of the bed, one leg curled beside him, the guitar propped against his thigh. His head tilted downward, strands of hair slipping over his eyes, concealing his face as he concentrated on his fingers. The light caught on the smooth wood of the guitar as his hands worked through the chords again, more sure this time, more fluid.

A small smile tugged at his lips, unseen by you, as he focused on the music.

Leaning against the doorframe, you watched, letting the warmth of the moment settle in your chest. There was something so grounding about having him here, about the way his presence softened the edges of your world.

The guitar’s strings vibrated beneath his fingertips as he hummed through the final words of the verse he had crafted, his voice settling into the quiet. A flicker of realization crossed his face when he landed on the right chord, and his lips parted slightly as if he were savoring the sound.

And then, finally, he lifted his gaze to you. His eyes held that glint you loved—the one that made something deep inside you feel light and steady all at once.

“Hi handsome,” you mumbled, even though you lived together, you felt like you had not spoken to him in some hours while you packed the stuff from the studio.

“Hey beautiful,” he pressed his lips into a sweet smile, one that turned his beautiful eyes into half moons.

“I thought you were packing the kitchen stuff,” you said, moving from the doorframe.

“I finished ages ago,” he emphasized with a light chuckle, leaving the guitar aside as you approached him. “You were too preoccupied in there, so I didn’t interrupt you,” he took your hand when you were within reach.

You smiled in response, looking at the soft features of his face. “What were you doing?” you mumbled as he pressed his lips to your knuckles.

“I was composing something, I think it came out alright,” he replied, turning briefly to hit the stop record button on the screen of his phone.

“I liked the sound of that,” you complimented, liking that his hands found you as soon as you came closer to him.

“Yeah?” he smirked slowly. “Wanna give it a try?”

You matched his smile, but yours had a tint of shyness. “Sure.”

“Come here,” he pulled you to his lap, smoothly turning you over before you sat on the bed, right on the space between his thighs. “I’ll teach you.”

“This is an improper way to teach, Professor Hong,” you giggled, pressing your back against his chest.

“What can I say, you really have a knack for getting the most improper side out of me, Ms. Hong,” he frowned with faux chide, but looked cute at the same time; his eyebrows drawn inward, his mouth pressed into a line.

“Really, because I could say exactly the same of you,” you giggled, tapping the tip of his nose with your finger.

He blinked into a smile that took over his entire face. “Oh that’s not true,” he replied with a light giggle as well. “You were already very indecent when I met you,” he joked, knowing the reaction his comment would bring out of you.

“Indecent?!” you huffed, widening your eyes in indignation.

He laughed, tilting his head back as the sweet sound bubbled out of his mouth. “Yes, very,” he emphasized, pressing his large hands on your tummy to bring you even closer to him. “You are a very naughty girl.”

You rolled your eyes, trying to mask the smile that eventually broke in the features of your face. “Get to work, Professor Hong.”

“Right away, Ms. Hong,” he mumbled happily, grabbing the guitar and placing it on your thigh.

Keeping one hand on the body of the guitar, he guided your hand on the neck. “Place your index finger here,” he commanded with a soft tone, and you followed, pressing your finger down on the first fret, just where he instructed.

You would have paid more attention to his following instructions if it were not for the closeness of his mouth to your ear. When he spoke, his sweet voice made you want to melt into it.

“Now, again, you move your middle finger here,” he continued, simultaneously instructing you to strum the strings as you move your fingers on each fret, slowly piecing the song he composed.

“Like this?” you mumbled faintly, sneaking a swift look at his face.

“Just like that,” he nodded, not really noticing that you were now caught up in him, the features of his face, his beautiful hands guiding you through his song, and the warmth of his body sitting closely behind you.

“Sorry,” you smiled meekly when you accidentally missed one note.

“No, it’s alright,” he quickly put in. “You’re doing great, baby.”

But in fact, you were not doing great. You were clumsy, distracted; and you feared it showed in the movement of your fingers. “I’m terrible at this,” you said.

“No one is good at the first time,” he replied sweetly. “Let’s try one more time, alright?”

“Yeah, okay,” you nodded, biting your lip in concentration to get every note he had taught you. It was merely a ten-second bit from the song you had heard him practice, but difficult enough for you.

“Slowly, that’s right, baby,” he mumbled, and you knew from his tone alone that he was smiling. “See? I told you, you’re great!”

“I think I got it,” you said, pausing to look at him.

“You sure do,” he replied in praise, his eyes glinting again with that emotion you had noticed when you walked into the room.

You could no longer resist it, you closed the space between your mouth and his, pressing a quick kiss and backed away meekly.

“Kissing your professor is quite indecent on your part, miss,” he smirked.

“Sorry, I couldn’t help it,” you sighed.

“Mmm, you just started something that you won’t be able to finish,” he mumbled, bringing a hand to cup your cheek. “Kiss me,” he instructed with the same soft tone, but the firmness of his command was different, it ignited a part deep within you.

You hummed as his lips locked with yours, kissing you hungrily. His tongue outlined your bottom lip as his hand slid from your cheek to your nape, his fingers curling around your hair. “I love you,” he mumbled, breaking the kiss briefly.

“I love you,” you replied, feeling the moment slow down.

Joshua rested his forehead on yours, letting out a soft sigh that caressed your lips. “I think our practice session is over,” he said, grinning as he moved the guitar from your lap and placed it on the floor.

“What are you planning to do?” you grinned as well, knowing that look on his face.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled in between kisses, his tone aloof and his kiss sloppy. “How about we just make out and improvise from there?”

“Yeah, that sounds great,” you replied, equally aloof.

Then, he lay down on the bed, his arms securing you by the waist pulling you on top.  A sigh from his part was muffled in your mouth when he felt your chest pressed to his, he could feel that you wore nothing beneath that zipper hoodie, and that just added to the anticipation building up inside him.

You brought a hand to his cheek, cupping it as you started dominating the kiss. Joshua remained with his eyes closed through it, letting you capture his lips with your own with gentle, but messy movements. The sounds were mixed with his sighs and yours, the wet sounds of your lips in his, and a few tiny moans from you as you deepened the kiss.

His hands roved on your back, trailing down to the small of your back, where they rested momentarily. Another small moan from your part was muffled in his mouth, and that was the only confirmation he needed. He travelled further down, his hands fitting perfectly on your round ass to give it a gentle squeeze.

You moved your knees to each side of his hips, your hands travelling from his face to his broad shoulders, feeling his lean body over his white t-shirt. He swallowed back a tiny moan when you touched his bulging pecs in small motions, up and down while his hands moved from your ass to touch your thighs over your sweats.

Slowly, both your clothes and his became an obstacle between you, since you needed to feel his skin on yours, to see his beautiful body, to explore it inch by inch without his clothes on. But you continued kissing him fervently, sloppily moving your lips on his, enjoying his faint moans muffled by your mouth.

You paused for air, and he also breathed shakily as the tip of your nose bumped with his, drawing a lazy smile from him. Ignoring how flustered you were already, and how hot your face had grown, you reached out for his hands, which were parked on your hips and inching away from his face to look into his eyes, you placed them on your chest. You batted your eyelashes at him sheepishly, moaning sweetly when his hands cupped your tits over your hoodie, his thumbs effortlessly finding your pebbled nipples.

Instinctively, you pressed your crotch against his, grinding your hips with slow motions to relieve the tingling sensation bothering you. A sweet sound came out of you, sparking something in his eyes, as he kneaded your tits, pressing your nipples with his thumbs.

His gaze focused on your hand when you fumbled with the zipper of your hoodie, following it as it came apart, and slowly displayed your naked chest to him. You sat back on him, enjoying the way his big eyes darkened when you slid the hoodie off your shoulders and put it aside.

You leaned forward again, pressing your bare chest on him, making him release a sigh upon feeling your breasts, even if it were over his t-shirt. You grabbed his face, closing the space between his lips and yours with a tender kiss, slow at first, feeling your pulse quicken.

He tensed when you slipped your hands under the white t-shirt he wore, trying to get rid of it. “No, stop,” he murmured, his voice faint but it brought you to a halt in a split-second.

You froze, looking at the features of his face to understand why he was stopping you from undressing. “You want to do it?” you asked, your tone giving away that you were confused.

“Slow down, baby,” he said, showing you a small smile. “There’s no need to rush. Enjoy this.”

“But I want to make you feel good,” you mumbled, stammering over your words as your face burned with shame.

“I know, and I love that about you,” he said, his smile growing into a more reassuring one. “But let me be in charge, alright?”

“Alright,” you conceded, matching his sweet smile.

Then, he smoothly rolled over, taking your body with him, and placing your back against the mattress. You encircled his broad shoulders with your arms, just as he leaned over to kiss your face, pressing his lips on the apple of your cheek with a soft sigh on his part. He made a trail of kisses from there to the shell of your ear, bringing a tiny laugh out of you when his breath fanned over a sensitive area on your skin.

“I love you,” he murmured against your ear, smiling when your body tensed and your skin prickled.

“And I love you, Josh,” you replied sweetly, your eyes glinting with joy and adoration for him when he pulled back to see the tiny bumps in your skin.

“You’re so sensitive,” he said, bending to kiss you on the plain of your chest, his wet lips only making it worse for you because each kiss had you squirming under him.

Before you could even agree with him, his lips reached one of your pebbled nipples, pressing soft kisses that slowly evolved into grazing of teeth, bringing a small moan out of you. You held onto him, one hand on his nape, the other around his bicep, fingers digging into the hard muscle.

Discovering how responsive you were being, he slid the tip of his tongue on your areola, barely caressing it but getting your skin to prickle again. You released a short gasp as your thighs tensed up, and as he switched to do the same on your other nipple, your core was already fluttering, arousal sticking to your panties.

You swallowed hard, trying to keep the sounds to yourself. But then he started suckling on your sensitive nipple, the sounds he was making loud and wet, drool trickling on your skin. You gasped, the tension building up between your legs was irritating. “Joshua,” you called.

“Mm?” he replied, not bothering to lift his head or to stop kissing your tits.

“I need more,” you sighed, sneaking your hands beneath his t-shirt again, but not in an attempt to undress him, this time you just wanted to feel his skin, to give him but a slight taste of what you felt.

Joshua shuddered upon your fingernails grazing his back. “More?” he egged you on, but he made no motion to follow your requests, he just simply moved his kisses to the curve of your neck, where he placed another wet kiss on your sensitive skin.

“Uh-huh,” you mewled, closing your eyes to savor the euphoric feeling of his lips worshiping you. You slid your hands on his back, dragging the white t-shirt along. “Ne-need you.”

He let out a sigh, backing away slightly so you could peel the t-shirt off his torso. His hair got ruffled in the process which you brushed back with both hands as he leaned over you again. Joshua took your hands, lacing your fingers with his and placing them above your head.

“Easy, baby,” he whispered, pressing soft kisses on your bottom lip.

You sighed shakily. He is in charge, you reminded yourself. “Sorry,” you said meekly, letting him retake control, letting him do whatever he wanted to you.

“It’s okay,” he drawled, pressing his chest against yours, smiling when you let out a mewling sound again when your sensitive nipples brushed against his skin. “There’s nothing wrong with being a little needy, right?”

Your eyebrows pinched.

“I’ll take care of you tonight, bunny, don’t worry,” he murmured, his tone sweet but falling into the sultry one he always used in the bedroom. 

“Okay,” you replied, swallowing hard when he showed you a slight smirk.

Then Joshua lowered his hips between your parted legs, pressing your hands down the pillows as he supported himself with his elbows too. He dove for another kiss, his lips locking in yours hungrily, letting out a moan in your mouth and reminding you how much he loved kissing you.

It became asphyxiating: to be under the full weight of his body, the grip of his hands on you, kissing you relentlessly. But you loved every second of it, the taste of his kiss, the smell of the cologne impregnated on his clothes, his skin. You loved everything about him, it drove you crazy.

Thoughtlessly, you pushed your hips up despite the cage he had made with his body. The friction you got from rubbing yourself on the crotch of his jeans was delicious, so you did it again, grinding your hips with small motions.

“Brat,” he whispered reproachfully, but enjoyment flashed on the features of his face as you drew your eyebrows in, mouth parting to let out a whiny moan.

“God, Josh,” you gasped, closing your eyes, delighting over the much-desired friction you got from rubbing yourself on his crotch, slowly feeling his cock stir beneath his jeans.

“Are you gonna come like this, bunny?” he cooed, and you understood from his tone that he was teasing you.

“Uh-huh,” you parted your mouth, letting out a series of moans as pleasure bloomed inside you, finding a pace to roll your hips beneath him to reach your climax. You found his hard cock with your crotch, mewling as you rubbed yourself on him, desperation rising inside you as you rolled your hips harder.

You heard a light chuckle coming from him, and then he did something unexpected. He started grinding his cock on your pussy, rolling his hips expertly against yours in the same motion he always did when he was inside you.

“Fuck, Joshua, yes, yes,” you mewled pathetically, taking in one deep breath before you came undone beneath his hard body.

Just by your moans alone, he could tell that you had reached your release. The sounds coming out of you were sweet and airy, the most angelic moans he had ever heard from anyone, they drove him insane. He swore that the sounds alone were so arousing that he could get hard just from hearing you.

Joshua stared at your face riddled by pleasure as you came down from your high, smiling softly at him when you opened your eyes. “Felt good?” he asked, feeling his own arousal begin to bother him, his cock stirring beneath the hard fabric of his jeans hindering him.

“Yeah,” you let out an airy laugh, thinking of how pathetic you may have sounded, or looked. “I’m sorry?” you raised your eyebrows innocently.  

“Are you going to behave now?” he asked with a sweet tone, releasing his grip from your hands to brush some rebellious strands of hair away from your face.

“Yes,” you replied, nodding your head obediently, but concealing a smile by biting your lower lip.

“Good,” he whispered, leaning to press a kiss on the tip of your nose. He sat back on his haunches, his fingers swiftly releasing the belt buckle and with one motion he pulled the belt from all the loops of his jeans, setting it aside on the bed, next to you. “I’ll use that on you if you don’t.”

A lazy smirk appeared on his face when he saw a fascination flash in your eyes. “I’ll behave,” you cooed sweetly. But you could not help but plan to retaliate somehow.

You jolted slightly when your phone started buzzing on the bedside table, the loud noise from it making you snap your hand to grab it. “Sorry,” you told Joshua, sneaking a look at his face and then at the screen, which was displaying Jeonghan’s name on it.

It was on instinct, almost, you swiped your finger on the green button, pressing the phone to your cheek. “Hi, babe,” you replied, the words flying out of your mouth before you even processed that Joshua was looking at you.

“Hey, princess,” Jeonghan’s voice was loud, you could swear that Joshua heard it too. “Are you busy? I’m on my way to yours, maybe we could-,”

“We’re in the middle of something here,” Joshua’s voice cut through Jeonghan’s and from his tone, you could hear the playfulness in it, but also a slight hint of annoyance.

You saw his hand reaching out to grab the phone and you passed it to him, thinking that he was going to say something else, but instead, he pressed the red button, hanging Jeonghan up and tossed the phone aside, heedlessly.

“So much for behaving,” he said darkly.

“I’m sorry,” you replied shamefully, but giggling when he just gave you a playful eye roll. “I just answered the phone without thinking!”

“Yeah, and now you’re going to pay for it,” the corner of his lips curved slightly.

You watched him sit back on his haunches one more time, but this time it was to get rid of his dark denim jeans. You fought the urge to undress him yourself, but noticing the glint in your eye, his playful smirk grew broader on his face. He climbed down from the bed, getting rid of all his clothes quite unceremoniously, robbing you of the pleasure of both taking his clothes off and enjoying the view of him peeling them item by item.

“Stay there,” he instructed when you made a motion to follow him by sitting up on the bed.

“But I want–,” you sighed in frustration before you could tell him that you wanted to please him. “Fine,” you huffed.

Joshua smiled at your mini tantrum, pressing one knee and then the other on the bed to climb on it. Your eyes followed him, every movement of his body made his toned muscles shift, his strong thighs calling your attention, quite nearly robbing it completely. Your gaze trailed to his legs, then up his body, glorious in his nakedness. And yours completely.

“Like what you see?” he asked playfully, following your gaze down his body. He was growing stronger, and it showed in the bulk of his biceps, his chest bulging. The muscles of his abdomen were soft but well-defined, the same as the ones of his quads.

“Yeah, I do. A lot,” you replied, feeling as you did the first time you saw him naked. Your eyes locked with his, and your heart gave a leap when you saw the endearment showing in his eyes.

He showed you a smirk in response, biting back some playful quip as he grabbed the belt from your side. You had forgotten about it, confusion forming on the features of your face when he took the belt by both ends, straightening it out in front of you.

“Give me your wrists,” he commanded, motioning to your hands resting between your legs.

Before you decided on putting up a fight and making it more difficult for him to dom you, a sigh came out of you—thrilled over the fact that he was giving you something you did not know you missed. You lifted your hands, extending your arms out to him.

“Good girl,” he said, but grabbing your wrists with one large hand. He looped his belt around your wrists, once, twice, coiling the leather until it was firmly binding your hands together. “Lie down.”

You lay down, keeping your eyes on him as he crawled on top of you, taking your bound hands by his belt and forcing them above your head. Joshua slotted his hips between your parted thighs, making you whine slightly when you could not feel him freely because you still had your sweats on.

“You’re going to be good for me now, baby?” he asked, his tone honeyed but he knew just how enticing it was to you. 

“Yeah,” you replied, not hiding the excitement in your demeanor, looking at him with wide eyes, flushing as he smirked at you once again.

Joshua pressed his lips against yours, kissing you tenderly. “We have until Jeonghan gets here to have fun,” he said.

“He’s going to be mad that we’re doing this without him,” you murmured against his lips, squirming slightly when his hand moved to cup your chin, his fingers squeezing your cheeks.

“I don’t care,” he replied, giving you another kiss, this one was harder, hungrier. “Let him be mad all he wants when he gets here. You’re mine for now.”

You emitted a short giggle, the sound sweet and shaky with anticipation. “What are you going to do?”

He looked lost for a second. “I thought of improvising but,” he gasped, moving back so he could take a look at the watch neatly sitting around his wrist. “We have at least some good twenty minutes until Jeonghan gets here.”

“Seems like you know his routine well,” you pointed impishly.

“Just like I know yours, baby,” he shrugged with ease, leaning over you once more, placing his hands above your shoulders. “What’s your point?” he mumbled, sealing his lips with yours with sweet kisses.

“No points, I just think it’s cute,” you replied in kind, laughing then his kisses became more repetitive, quick. He trailed down from your lips to your jawline, making your skin prickle again when he reached your neck.

“Cute, huh?” he breathed, kissing the dent between your collarbones.

“I think you two are cute,” you added, closing your eyes as his lips reached your chest.

Joshua took a moment to let your words sink in. The thing in his heart had settled deeply, making its home there. It was obvious to you that both Jeonghan and Joshua had unspoken feelings for each other. You could see it in their eyes when they looked at each other—when they talked about each other.

The room fell silent. The only noises Joshua could hear were the sweet noises you made when you sighed, and the noises he made when he planted a new kiss on your skin. For a moment, it felt to Joshua that this could be his forever—being with you, loving you and Jeonghan. The idea sent a rush to his brain, making him sigh against your tummy.

Before he could take his time torturing you with kisses, he went crazy, grabbing the waistband of your sweats to pull them down your legs. Loving the way you always looked flustered whenever he undressed you. No matter how many times he’s done it in the past, you always got that look on your face.

The moment seemed to slow down, as he glanced at your eyes and then at your body, smiling because he couldn’t keep the emotions to himself. He was happy and in love.

There was no need to talk—he felt like all he could do was stare lovingly at your body, as he wondered what on earth he did to get you. He leaned over you, placing a kiss on your forehead, then the tip of your nose, making you laugh sweetly. He rushed and kissed your smile too, before he continued with his trail of kisses down your body.

He hooked his fingers around the waistband of the blue boyshorts you were wearing—he loved these ones, how they looked on you. He felt like the more comfortable you were, the cuter you looked. His lips curved in a smile, and you mirrored it knowingly.

“You know I like these,” he mumbled, pulling the boyshorts down your legs.

You nodded wordlessly, pushing your hips up slightly so he could finish taking your clothes off. “Can I keep my socks on?” you asked with a tiny tone, seeing his hand circle your ankle.

Joshua looked back to your face—his heart dropping the moment he saw you looking up innocently at him. He felt like he could melt right there and then. “Of course, baby,” he replied, returning back to the trail of kisses he was marking down your body.

“Josh,” you sighed, hands struggling to grab his head as he kissed your lower tummy.

He smiled against your skin, kissing the spot below your belly button, enjoying the way your skin prickled. You moaned softly as he sucked a lovebite into your skin, tensing up under his body but letting him do more anyway. His lips trailed down, reaching your mound and sucking another red spot there.

Your mouth parted, mind torn between wanting to get more hickeys sucked into your body and also wanting him to just eat you out already. You let out a silent moan, glancing down your body as he sucked your inner thighs, parting them for him with his hands.

“Fuck,” you whispered, closing your eyes again. You moved your bound hands, trying to reach him and hold him there—between your legs.

But Joshua raised his dark eyes, finding out what you were about to do. “Uh-huh,” he mumbled softly, arching his studded eyebrow. “Hands where I left them, princess.”

You swallowed, nodding as you left your hands above your head. You tried to ignore the way that name sounded on his lips, reminding you that Jeonghan was on his way to your apartment.

Joshua leaned down, pressing a kiss on your pussy lips without looking away from your eyes. “Be good,” he whispered, his eyes gathering every detail of your expression.

Then he pulled out his tongue, letting it hang from his lower lip lightly before sliding it against your clit. You tensed up under him, looking at him as his tongue slid on your swollen clit from side to side, slowly rousing every nerve ending.

Joshua stopped, pulling back his head from your pussy and pushing himself on his arms. You whined instantly at the loss of his tongue, pleasuring you, and making him giggle. “Wait a second,” he said with a soft tone.

He reached out to grab the pillow beside yours. Your tummy fluttered, knowing exactly what he would do with the pillow—you raised your knees from the bed, leaving only the soles of your feet planted on the covers.

“Good girl,” he praised as he placed the pillow right below your butt, putting some support for his head. And that’s how you knew, Joshua wanted to take his time eating your pussy out.

Placing his elbows on the pillow, he grabbed your thighs, keeping them parted for him as he bowed his head over your pussy. You watched him pull out his tongue again, dragging it against your parted folds slowly.

The feeling drew out a moan from you, making you close your eyes at the sweet pleasure you got from his tongue swirling around your swollen clit in slow, lazy motions. His eyes raised, finding yours.

Joshua felt a special kind of rush whenever he made eye contact as he ate you out. You looked trapped in a daze like you wanted to speak but never could. Only sweet, gentle moans came out of you, signaling him to keep going. Your body went rigid, as though focusing on not feeling anything else but the motions of his tongue on your pussy.

You could feel the tension coiling, but it happened slowly. Joshua kept his tongue relaxed, only moving it in slow, light motions on your clit—he did this knowing that it would drive you crazy.

“Joshua,” you called out, closing your eyes as the tension grew. “Faster, please.”

He didn’t reply, in fact, you knew that there would be nothing you could say to him that would make him stop licking your clit. He just kept going, his tongue moving without applying real pleasure on your clit, only moving it gently.

You whined, gasping for air as the pleasure only built more and more, but it never got you there. “Please, Joshua, give me more,” you said, your breathing so unsteady already that you thought you sounded pathetic.

Joshua was amused, in fact, when you opened your eyes, you could see a ghost of a smile on his face. But he gave you what you wanted—more. The movement of his tongue switched, licking your clit up and down, applying more pressure to it but not enough to make you cum.

You complained again, hips buckling slightly as you moved your knees up. Joshua groaned, using his hands to circle your thighs to keep you steady for him. Then he did something you didn’t expect, he gave you more.

It was as though your bad attitude was rewarded instantly. That never meant anything good. But he slipped two fingers inside you, curling them gently against your walls as he continued licking your pussy up and down.

You moaned lewdly, wanting to melt into the bed. The pleasure was so great that you couldn’t even register that Joshua had smiled, the breath from his sigh caressing your skin lightly. You were too lost—anticipating your release, and loving the way his tongue felt on you.

But it wasn’t enough. You whined again, this time it sounded even more pathetic. “Josh, please,” you said, your breathing so ragged now that it almost sounded like you were sobbing. “Please, make me cum.”

But he didn’t give in, not this time. The massaging of his fingers only made it worse, contributing to the anticipation but not taking you higher.

“Stop edging me, please,” you sobbed now, your hands struggling against their bond. “Please, please, Josh, let me cum.”

Then, he removed his fingers, pulling back from your pussy completely, hands and mouth. You let out a pathetic cry, watching him wipe his chin with the back of his mouth, looking at you as though he had just accomplished a mission.

Riled up, you buckled your hips at him. “Please, Josh,” you said but made no move to free your wrists from his belt.

Joshua laughed, loving the way your face looked as you begged—eyebrows drawn inward, pouty lips and everything. He sat back on his knees, and taking another good look at you, he smiled. “Turn over for me,” he said, patting the pillow below your but. “And put your tummy here,” he indicated.

You did what he said, feeling a rush of warmth invade you, knowing what was about to come. Using your elbows as support, you placed your lower tummy on the pillow, thus leaving your hips lifted.

You wanted to turn to see him, to see what he was about to do. But he was quick, grabbing your hips with his hands, placing you perfectly on the pillow before raising a hand to give you a firm spank. You yelped against the bedcovers and then moaned, relishing the sweet sting of his hand on you.

Then you felt the bed shift, the bed creaking and dipping as Joshua placed each of his knees at your sides. You fought the urge to turn and look at him, but then you were planting your elbows on the bed, giving yourself some support to turn your head over your shoulder.

Joshua had that look in his eyes. A desperate hunger burned in his dark eyes, heavy with lust as his gaze lingered on your body—as though debating what to do with you first.

The hand that was on your waist circled back to grab the side of your butt, while his other hand rolled over his cock as he aligned it with your entrance. You bit your lip and arched your back, using the pillow below you for support.

Joshua smiled lightly, sighing out in delight as the tip of his cock touched your sopping pussy. “That’s it,” he whispered, pushing his hips slowly so his cock slipped inside you. “That’s my good slut.”

You moaned, the sound coming out whiny as Joshua sunk inside your walls so deep your eyes started to water. Pushing your face against the mattress, you muffled out your moans as he dragged his cock out of you, then pushed it back in with full, deep thrusts.

Joshua sighed, the view of his cock disappearing inside you drove him crazy. Letting his head drop back, he started thrusting at a steady pace, trying to keep his self-control. But another look at your body made him moan deeply—the way your ass looked as he pushed inside you, the line of your beautiful back stretching before him.

And those moans. It was all just too much. He leaned over, placing his elbows at your sides and continued fucking you, slowly rolling his hips, pushing his cock inside your throbbing pussy.

“Josh,” you whimpered. The feeling you got from his cock massaging your walls was so good that you had to suppress your cries on your bed covers.

“Like that?” Joshua mumbled, smiling when all you could do was give him small nods. He bowed his head to kiss your shoulder, drawing another muffled cry from you.

Joshua kissed your cheek before his thrusts picked up the pace, fucking you deeply. Turning his head, he spotted Jeonghan standing in the doorway, leaning on one side as he crossed his arms. Joshua showed him a tired smile, triumphant that his plan had worked—and that you had completely forgotten about it.

Your moans became airy until you couldn’t voice out the pleasure consuming you. “God, Joshua…” you called out, still pressing your face on the bedcovers. “It feels so good…”

“Yeah?” he sighed, pushing his cock inside you a little faster. He planted another kiss on your shoulder, deciding to ignore Jeonghan for a little while. “I imagine that this is how I get you pregnant.”

A mewling sound slipped past your lips, buckling your hips up for him. “God, yes, Josh,” you cried. “Please, please…”

“Yeah, you want that?” he gasped, the sound of your cries driving him a little crazy. “Are you cumming for me, baby?”

“No,” you mumbled, struggling against the belt restraining your hands. “Please—not yet,” you whined. 

Joshua noticed, using one hand to undo the belt around your wrists, freeing you. “You can cum, baby. I’m not stopping,” he mumbled sweetly.

You practically obeyed, pleasure blooming inside you in waves, spreading to your every limb, and dancing beneath your skin.

“Just like that,” Joshua muttered, fitful breaths coming out of him as he felt your walls clamping down around his cock. But he kept pushing inside you, reaching so deep that you felt like you could cum again.

“Fuck, you’re so wet, baby,” Joshua sighed, hearing the noises coming out of your dripping pussy. He gritted his teeth, sighing on your neck as his vision blurred. 

Then he slipped a hand beneath your neck, circling it to pull your head up. You gasped and opened your eyes—only to find Jeonghan watching you, his eyes trained on both you and Joshua.

A broken whimper spilled out of you, a rush sizzling on your cheeks as the act of being watched just added more to your pleasure. Jeonghan traced with his eyes every detail, as though he wanted to touch, to feel you and Joshua but settled for just watching. He took in a deep breath, leaning the side of his head on the doorway, but you could tell—he ached to join you and Joshua.

“You’re being such a good girl for me,” Joshua whispered, his breathing becoming more ragged as he felt closer to his release. He glanced at Jeonghan. “Do you want Jeonghan to make you a mommy too?”

A broken squeal came out of you. “Yes, god, yes,” you sighed, closing your eyes as you felt your orgasm subsiding, leaving you with gentle waves. “P-please.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” he planted a kiss on your cheek, his thrusts becoming sloppy as ropes of cum spilled out of him. A half groan escaped him as he closed his eyes, delirious with the idea of getting you pregnant. “We’ll make you a mommy.”

Joshua pushed his hips against your ass with lazy thrusts, finishing inside you with a blissful sigh. Sneaking a glance up at Jeonghan, he smiled upon finding his lust-filled eyes. Joshua kissed the side of your head, panting slightly as you seemed to be dissolved into pure pleasure.

“Are you ready for Hannie, baby?” he asked, watching your face, outlining every feature of it.

“Yeah,” you sighed tiredly but still wanted more.

Joshua smiled at you, placing a ghostly kiss on one corner of your mouth before pulling back. He rolled over on the bed, slumping his body next to you on the mattress just as Jeonghan approached the foot of the bed.

You turned over carefully, discarding the pillow beneath you and watching Jeonghan as he got rid of his long-sleeved t-shirt with one motion, letting it fall onto the floor. “Hi, baby,” he said to you, as though he hadn’t just talked to you over the phone half an hour ago.

“Hi, babe,” you sighed tiredly, stretching your arms out to him.

He giggled. “Wait,” he whispered shyly, throwing a glance at Joshua who was also watching as pieces of clothing hit the floor. “Hi, you.”

Joshua showed him a light smile, his heart fluttering nervously. “Hey,” he whispered, swallowing hard as he watched his best friend—his boyfriend, climbing up the bed, fully naked and ready for you. His pretty cock standing fully hard, and leaking precum.

“Mmn, you kept these on,” Jeonghan pointed, running a finger around the hem of one of your socks.

You smiled, skin prickling as his finger traced a shapeless pattern on your leg. The sight made Jeonghan smile. “Look at you,” he sighed, sending you an endearing look. “So responsive. As if you hadn’t just been fucked.”

You gave him a fucked out smile, which only puzzled Jeonghan because you looked so sweet to him. His fingertips made a trail from your ankle to your knee, before patting it lightly. You knew what he meant by that, and you obliged, parting your legs for him.

“Good girl,” he whispered, pushing his dark hair back with one hand. That was when you noticed that he was wearing one of your scrunchies around his wrist—and nothing else. You sighed embarrassingly loud, looking at his beautiful body, wholly naked in between your thighs.

He stood on his knees before you, looking at you with so much love that your heart felt squeezed. Jeonghan placed his hands on each side of your shoulders, bending over to place a swift kiss on your lips. “Want more, baby?” he cooed, touching the tip of your nose with his. “Hm?”

“Yeah,” you replied breathily, wrapping your arms around his shoulders. “I want you now.”

Jeonghan gave you a sweet smile. “I’ll give you more, baby,” he whispered, pushing his lips against yours in a slow, passionate kiss.

You gasped into his lips, feeling him slot his hips between your parted legs, his thighs touching the back of yours as the tip of his cock nudged your entrance, pushing inside you without any kind of foreplay from his part.

But you loved it. It sent a shudder down your spine to know that you were being shared, used by them—taking turns trying to get you pregnant.

He gave you a couple of sloppy thrusts, groaning slightly when he felt your warmth, and Joshua’s cum dripping out of it. But Jeonghan raised his sweet brown eyes at you, his hand moving to cup your cheek. “You’re so beautiful,” he whispered dreamily.

You would have replied to his compliment, but your heart stammered, making you choke back a whimper. “H-hannie,” you mumbled, caressing his nape with your fingers.

“Yeah?” he panted, his hot breath touching your chin.

Jeonghan smiled when your gaze flitted to his lips, then back to his eyes. Your heart thumping so hard inside your chest that you could only return the smile shyly. “I love you,” you breathed.

He giggled shyly, pressing a kiss on your lips. “And I love you,” he replied, looking at you with so much endearment you forgot where you were.

But then he pulled his body back, grabbing your hips with his hands as he started thrusting his cock inside you at a steady pace. He sent a glance where your bodies joined—only for a moan to spill from his lips upon the sight of his cock disappearing inside you, Joshua’s cum spilling out of you.

The change in position made you moan. Jeonghan’s cock massaged a certain spot inside you that made you a little crazy. You closed your eyes briefly, enjoying the rush of pleasure invading your body again.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan sighed, tilting his head back slightly. “You… you are a dream, princess. You feel so good, I swear.”

Joshua watched you and Jeonghan silently, getting aroused by the sounds, the sweet way you moaned every time Jeonghan pushed his cock inside you. Not only that, but the enjoyment and the pleasure showing on Jeonghan’s face were also so alluring that Joshua felt his mouth parting.

Jeonghan clutched your hips, fingers digging into your skin to keep you steady for his incessant thrusts. Each drag of his cock inside you was so deep and so deliriously good you felt his whole length, filling you up inch by inch.

You moaned, closing your eyes to enjoy the feeling of his cock massaging your walls. “God, Hannie…” you mewled pathetically.

The sound only egged him on. Jeonghan smirked, swallowing hard at the image of you. Your legs spread your fucked out eyes—always so eager for more. “You’re always so good, princess,” he whispered.

Joshua nodded, pushing himself to lay on his side to cup your cheek with his large hand. “Such a good slut, aren’t you baby?”

“Uh-huh,” you mewled, nodding your head with small motions.

Joshua’s lips curved in a tiny smile, leaning to press a long kiss on your lips. Then, he glanced at your eyes before dipping his head down your chest, where he planted small wet kisses around your nipple before teasing it softly with his tongue.

You cried out, unable to remove your gaze from Jeonghan’s face as he watched Joshua tease your nipple, popping it into his mouth with a low hum. Joshua started to suck your nipple with his lips, his tongue pressing on the pebbled bud gently, bringing out more moans from you.

“Fuck, I’m gonna—,” you gasped, your fingers curling around the bedcovers. “I’m gonna—,” You pushed your head back on the soft pillows, mouth dropping open as you let out a mewling cry.

Jeonghan watched you cum, a tired smile appearing on his face as tears spilled from your eyes. The sweet sounds coming from you made his head spin—you calling out his name between moans and fitful breaths, pushed him closer to his release.

But then you did something he wasn’t ready for. “Hannie—,” you mewled, panting with the aftershocks of your release. “Hannie, fill me up, please.”

His pink lips parted, a grunt spilling out of them, his hips buckled, but he kept himself in control. “You want my cum, pretty?” he asked, enjoying the crazed look in your eyes.

“Yes, yes, please,” you gasped, clutching harder at the bedsheets as Joshua pulled his mouth from your tits, laying on his side to resort to playing with them with one hand. He smirked at you, at the needy side of you that he loved so much.

Jeonghan released a tired breath, his thrusts slowing down as his hand returned to your lower tummy, deciding to play your game. “You’ll look even prettier when you’re pregnant,” he drawled, swallowing hard before his thrusts became sloppy, fucking his cum deep inside you.

Joshua sat up, so now he was face to face with Jeonghan. Bringing a hand to cup Jeonghan’s chin, Joshua planted a long kiss on Jeonghan’s lips, and you watched as they both moaned into each other’s mouths, their tongues touching slowly, passionately.

Jeonghan smiled, removing the hand that was parked on your lower tummy to push Joshua’s shoulder. “You idiot,” he chuckled. “We had a dinner reservation an hour ago,” he said, but there was no bite in his words.

“And I’m an idiot because…” Joshua frowned, turning over his phone that he had forgotten on his nightstand. 

“I was on my way to pick you both up,” he sighed tiredly. “But you two decided to have fun without me… again.”

Joshua laughed at the slightly annoyed look on Jeonghan’s face. “We still have time,” he said, but his tone was off. “I think…”

You had no strength to chime into the conversation you felt like you were too gone in your post-sex bliss that you didn’t want to chime in. Jeonghan rolled his eyes when Joshua laughed, and in perfect sync, they looked back at you.

“Come on, princess. Let’s get you cleaned up,” Joshua said after noticing that you were inches away from drifting off to sleep.

“No,” you whined, trying to turn your face onto the pillow.

“No complaints, bunny,” Jeonghan sighed, pulling out of you gently and making you whimper.

“So, where exactly did you say you wanted to go?” you asked Jeonghan curiously, watching him as he looked on the floor for his black t-shirt, his hair dripping wet.

He whisked the t-shirt from the floor, turning it over to put it on, one arm after the other. “I wanted us to get dinner at a steakhouse, then I thought maybe… you could use some fun and relaxation, so I thought of going to a karaoke, us three.”

Joshua snorted loudly as he was putting on a pair of clean grey boxers. “Karaoke?” he glanced at Jeonghan. “It’s been ages since we’ve gone to one.”

You looked at them from where you sat at the foot of your bed, wrapped up in a bathrobe as you towel-dried your hair. You were eager to spend time away from moving boxes and thinking about work. And more eager still, to have fun with Jeonghan and Joshua. “I want to go,” you said meekly.

Jeonghan stopped in his tracks. “We can still go, princess,” he said gently, looking at Joshua. “We could have something quick to eat and then go.”

Joshua placed his hands on his hips, nodding in agreement. “Yeah, that would be fun,” he said, smiling at you. “Let’s go.”

“Okay,” you squealed, jumping to your feet. You removed the bathrobe and started to look for something cute to wear.

Joshua and Jeonghan stood in silent awe at you for one second as you paced in front of them wholly naked. “Maybe we should get her pregnant,” Jeonghan joked, giggling at the flustered look you shot at him.

“Yeah, maybe when we get back,” Joshua followed, also smiling at the way you responded to that.

They both dressed in what you could only describe as a perfect depiction of their personalities. Jeonghan wore a pair of wide-leg khakis that were sprayed with a faux paint pattern, a black t-shirt, and a black leather bomber jacket. While Joshua wore a pair of deep blue jeans, a white t-shirt, and a gray denim jacket.

You decided to wear a casual outfit too, but one that made you feel confident. You had enough just by noticing the stolen glances you got from Jeonghan and Joshua—who were waiting for you in the living room.

“Ready,” you smiled, spreading your hands at your sides.

The karaoke lounge was tucked away in a very lively side of the street, neon signs reflecting on the sides of the buildings as you strolled down an alleyway, with Jeonghan’s hand linked with your own, Joshua walking at your other side, hands deep in his pockets.

Jeonghan led you to a door, which looked ominous from the outside. But inside, the place was buzzing with energy, groups of drunken people laughing, muffled singing seeping through the walls and doors of private rooms, and the faint scent of tobacco filtering in the air.

It was the first time the three of you were visiting there. But for Jeonghan and Joshua, it was certainly not the first, and things had been… different. The lines between their friendship and something more were something that Jeonghan only questioned back then, because the tension was there, but unspoken.

The hostess led you down a dimly lit hallway, stopping in front of a sleek black door. The second you stepped inside, warmth wrapped around you, the glow of the LED lights running along the ceiling, a red U-shaped couch outlining the walls, and a massive screen displaying a song selection menu.

Jeonghan flopped onto the couch, grabbing the remote control. “I call the first song.”

“You always go first,” Joshua said, dropping into the seat beside him and patting the small space between them.

You followed suit, sitting in between them.

“That’s because I have the voice of an angel,” he shot back, chuckling impishly.

“Sure, let’s go with that,” Joshua snorted.

Jeonghan ignored that, letting out a mysterious chuckle when he found a song he was looking for. Then he looked at you, then with a knowing smile looked at Jeonghan before pressing play.

An intro of a cheesy love song filled the room. Joshua was the first to groan. “Oh my god, really?”

Jeonghan grinned mischievously. “I said I picked the song!”

Joshua laughed but grabbed another mic anyway. Jeonghan started singing, completely into the song, belting out every note dramatically while you laughed. Joshua stood from the couch, matching Jeonghan’s dramatic way of singing as he twirled around the small space, fully committed to his performance.

Jeonghan smiled triumphantly. By the second chorus, he chucked another mic in your hand, offering you to sing along, and you did—laughing, off-key, blushing but not caring. When the song ended, Joshua collapsed onto the couch, smiling and panting like he’d just run a marathon.

Jeonghan, who was sipping his drink, raised an eyebrow. “And I’m the smoker, jeez,” he chuckled.

Joshua laughed. “Shut up.”

You nudged at Jeonghan with your elbow. “Sing one song, Hannie,” you said gently.

Jeonghan blinked slowly, a small smile forming on his lips before he sighed dramatically. “Alright,” he muttered, taking the mic again and scrolling through the song list. “I’ll do one. But you’re next, princess.”

You giggled. “Sure.”

The opening notes of a ballad started playing through the speakers. Unlike the prior performance, this song was softer. And Jeonghan’s voice fit perfectly. His voice carried through the space and filled your chest like a warm cup of milk.

Jeonghan stood up, eyes on the screen to avoid feeling nervous. But you couldn’t help yourself, keeping your gaze on him as his voice unravelled through the notes of the song.

Joshua rested his head on your shoulder, noticing the love in your eyes as you watched Jeonghan. “He’s showing off,” Joshua whispered.

You nodded in agreement, watching as Jeonghan danced gently in front of you, fully immersed in the song now. There was something about it, the purple neon lights painting his face as he closed his eyes, extending a hand in front of him as though dedicating the song to you, and Joshua.

But by the time the last note faded, your heart faltered. And Joshua could see it in the way your gaze softened, and he felt a heaviness coil around his own heart.

Jeonghan turned around, a meek smile on his face as he sat down beside you. “Told you I could sing,” he muttered to you.

“Remind me why you’re not a rockstar?” you teased, smiling when Joshua slapped your thigh lightly.

But it was obvious—Jeonghan didn’t need a stage. Even at his job, he remained behind the scenes. He never needed a stage, just the right audience.

Joshua nudged your arm. “Alright, your turn, baby.” 

You exhaled nervously, shaking off the way your heartbeat rushed all the way to your tummy. “Fine,” you said, grabbing the mic.

And the night went on like that, singing, dancing, drinking, and laughing. And by the time you were ready to head out of the karaoke room, you intertwined hands with Jeonghan again, warmth filling your chest when Joshua threw an arm around Jeonghan’s shoulders.

You giggled uncontrollably as you stumbled out of the elevator, slightly—very—tipsy.

Jeonghan snorted, catching your arm before you could sway too far. “Careful, princess.”

Joshua let out a soft sigh, steadying you with a firm hand on your waist. “Alright, let’s get you to bed, baby,” he murmured, his voice laced with fond amusement.

Jeonghan pushed the apartment door open, holding it for Joshua—who, without hesitation, scooped you up effortlessly in his arms. You squealed, your head spinning as he carried you bridal style into the bedroom.

“You can’t hold your liquor, bunny,” Joshua said, easing your body on the mattress.

He took your heels off, one by one and let them drop on the floor. Jeonghan was entering the bedroom, a glass of water in hand and a bottle of ibuprofen in the other, which he left on your nightstand.

Then, Jeonghan started removing his bomber jacket, and leaving it on the armchair in one corner of the bedroom, just as Joshua looked for your set of sleepwear in your drawer.

“I got it,” you sighed, sitting up as you noticed that Joshua was about to help you undress.

You got ready for bed, putting on your pajama shorts and shirt, to then head over to the bathroom to remove your makeup and brush your teeth. As you were coming back, you paused for a second in the doorframe, looking at your boyfriends as they each took a side of your large bed.

Jeonghan was holding his phone, propping it on his tummy with one hand as the other was safely tucked beneath his head. And Joshua was also looking at his phone, except that he was sitting back against the headboard of the bed.

Joshua lowered his phone, noticing you first. “What’s wrong?” he asked gently.

“Nothing,” you replied softly. You approached the bed, climbing up on it to slump down between them, face-first against your pillow. “I’m so happy,” you hummed.

Joshua and Jeonghan exchanged a look, both putting their phones away so they could join you. They snuggled up to your body as you slowly turned over, taking a deep breath.

“We’re glad, baby,” Jeonghan murmured.

You cupped Jeonghan’s cheek, turning to him to place a soft kiss on his lips. He returned the kiss, just as sweetly, his lips lingering on yours for a second before pressing them on yours again. Then, you turned to Joshua, your hand flat on his chest as Joshua met you halfway in a tender kiss.

“Thank you for tonight,” you told them both, blinking sleepily.

“Sleep well, baby,” Jeonghan said as you turned on your side, in the usual position you took, to be cuddled by both of them.

As you slept, Jeonghan placed a light hand on your waist, hearing the soft hum you let out as you nestled blissfully in the warmth, and coziness of being surrounded by them. Joshua smiled at the sight before him, you and Jeonghan.

“I’ve been thinking,” Jeonghan whispered, careful so he wouldn’t break your peace.

“Yes?” Joshua breathed.

Jeonghan was looking at your face, so his gaze was hidden away from Joshua, impossible to read. But everything was in the calm and quiet demeanor he kept, as he gathered his words. “I’ll move in with you.”

Joshua stopped breathing for a second. “Why the sudden change?” he asked curiously, not hiding the rush of excitement he felt.

“I want this—to be with you both,” Jeonghan raised his eyes, locking them with Joshua’s. “I’m just afraid I’ll…”

There was a long moment of silence. Joshua felt his heart pulsating in his ears, making it hard for him to concentrate. He knew that look in Jeonghan’s eye, whenever he struggled with his words it was because he had something important to say. Something very close to his heart.

Jeonghan inhaled deeply, letting his breath through his nose. “I don’t want this to end too soon, and not because we took it too fast,” he said with an air of sadness in it.

“I get it,” Joshua replied. “It’s okay to be scared, I feel it too,” he said quietly. “But if you want this as much as we do, then there is nothing to fear. We’ll work it out. We’ll take it day by day.”

Jeonghan stared at Joshua’s eyes. Finding his answer, he nodded. “That sounds reasonable,” he admitted shyly.

Joshua smiled lightly. His hand found your hip and thus met Jeonghan’s hand on your waist. Jeonghan looked down at his hand parked next to Joshua’s. Slowly, Jeonghan lifted a pinky finger, and Joshua did the same, linking it with Jeonghan’s. As they met each other’s eyes, Jeonghan knew.

This was home. 

✮ author's note: hello everyone!

sorry for taking so long to post this, and thank you to everyone who waited!! this chapter was so fun to write, and i loved every second of it. i'll come back with chapter eight, because this story is far from over. i love my boys so much

anyway,

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✮ warnings: cheesy song lyrics that i had to compose, smut with plot, alcohol consumption, switch joshua, dom jeonghan, switch reader, long threesome scene, mlm action, degradation/praise kink, sloppy handjobs, mutual masturbation, heavy makeouts, blowjobs, face riding, pussy drunk joshua, fingering, cum play, cum eating, cum mixing, multiple orgasms, anal sex. pet names: princess, bunny, baby, good girl, (hers) handsome, babe (joshua & jeonghan)

✮ author's note: heyoooooooo (✿◠‿◠) it's here! it's finally here, i made it, we made it! i made it dkjgh. just as a reminder!! Bunny or Princess are stand ins for the Y/N nomenclature hehe. bye!

✮ acknowledgements: to @onlymingyus, @wonustars, @okiedokrie, thank you for keeping me up through this process, and for cheering me up when i had no hopes to get this fic out. thanks for staying w me and reading my fic 🥹🩵

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part vi

Three years before.

Joshua Hong was unattainable.

That is how Jeonghan saw him. He strode between the seas of people, waving, saying hi, smiling, and even pausing for a chat. Joshua was a rockstar. Even if he did not have a studio album, or was not signed to a label yet.

In his years of being in the theatre industry, getting to know so many people, so many divas, personas, alter egos, and so on and so forth, he had never met a natural, not like Joshua. He did not put up an act. He just shone wherever he went, and people gravitated towards him naturally.

It was his birthday, turning twenty-seven. Jeonghan threw him a surprise party under the excuse that it was a New Year’s Eve getaway. The party turned out to be a success, though he was the only one in the group of people gathered there who was having a bad time.

A girl happened to be sticking to Joshua’s side, she was pretty, fun, and lively. And also has had her eye on Joshua for a long time. Jeonghan did not need telepathy to know that Joshua would take her to his room upstairs. He could see it in his entire demeanor.

Jeonghan rented a nice house on the outskirts of the city. The open space gave him the chance to have a smoke. He sat on a bench near the bonfire. People resorted to either going to the jacuzzi, staying indoors, or on the terrace, keeping warm by the heaters.

Absentmindedly, his fingers trailed on the edges of the scar that was etched on the skin of his elbow, remembering the time Joshua painted a smiley face over it. Or the times he called early in the morning to ask how his recovery process was going.

Through the corner of his eye, he caught sight of the girl throwing her arms around Joshua’s neck, being reciprocated with his large hands on her waist. Joshua smiled, looking at her eyes, a slow smirk showing on his lips before he dipped his head, capturing her lips with his in a passionate, slow kiss.

Jeonghan’s insides twisted, yanking his gaze away from the intimate moment he had been prying on. But he could not help but sneak a look again, getting a glimpse of Joshua moving a hand from the chick’s waist to her chin, his lips kissing her bottom lip hungrily.

Misery swept all over Jeonghan. He should have known better. Before deciding to throw Joshua a party, he should have confronted the idea, or fact, that Joshua would have gotten a partner through the night.

Joshua then said something to the girl, seemingly excusing himself, turning towards the bench that was occupied by only one person.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan sighed, sticking the vape pen to his mouth to draw in a deep intake of the green apple flavor. As soon as he exhaled, he downed a generous gulp of gin and tonic. “Blegh.”

“If you hate gin and tonic so much, why have you downed three of these?” Joshua’s long fingers took the solo cup from Jeonghan’s grip, a smirk dancing on his plump lips as he took one sip from it.

To gather some courage. “It’s what gets me drunk faster,” Jeonghan said, clearing out space for Joshua to sit. He had been alone, looking at the partygoers without much care to strike up a conversation with anyone.

“Why are you getting drunk tonight?” Joshua let out a raspy sigh as he sat down beside him. “Mm?”

Jeonghan’s eyes widened, raising his eyebrows at his best friend. “I… don’t know yet,” he replied, removing his gaze from Joshua’s face with a tight feeling twisting his heart.

There was a clicking noise coming from Joshua’s mouth. “You know, I’m usually bad at communicating things,” Joshua spoke to the night sky, his dark eyes glimmering under the moonlight.

Shit. Jeonghan thought. There was no way out of this now.

“But…?” Jeonghan prompted. 

“But you’re usually not,” Joshua replied, lowering his gaze to meet Jeonghan’s. “What’s going on with you?”

“Tsk,” Jeonghan smirked. “Ah, it’s really nothing Joshuji. I want you to enjoy your party. I threw it for you,” he remarked.

“And I’m grateful,” he nodded, a shy but solemn smile drawn on his face. “You know, when I moved here, I didn’t know anyone. I was entirely alone and even though I made friends, I never thought I would be finding someone like you.”

“Like-like me?” Jeonghan breathed, his heart pounding nervously upon hearing his best friend’s words.

“Yeah, we understand each other, we have so much in common, and on top of that… you were kind to me. No one else was but you.”

“Aay,” Jeonghan smiled, shaking his head dismissively.

“I’m just being honest, Hannie,” he said, his voice turning echoey as he tipped the solo cup in his lips, taking in a gulp of Jeonghan’s drink. “So, are you going to tell me what’s wrong with you?”

“Nothing is wrong with me.”

Joshua sucked in a breath pensively. “I am really bad at noticing things, but one thing I’m good at is noticing when something is bothering you.”

Jeonghan cursed this wavelength he shared with Joshua for a flashing thought. He could not hide from him, even when he wanted to.

“Why don’t you go back to that girl? We can talk about this later,” Jeonghan said, mustering up a light smile.

“I will if you come with me. She actually said she would be up for it,” Joshua arched the eyebrow adorned by a piercing, biting his smile.

The invitation was not rare to Jeonghan. Joshua and he had shared a partner a couple of times before. It was all fun and consensual sex, but Jeonghan thought that it was the worst idea he could ever agree to that night.

“Then don’t go,” Jeonghan whispered, hating that he did not have the guts to raise his voice any higher. “It’s true. Something’s changed.”

Joshua dropped his act, quitting the mission of uplifting Jeonghan’s mood at once. “Oh. What is it?”

“I think I…” Jeonghan’s shoulders went slack when he let out a big sigh. “Joshua, I like you.”

Joshua Hong froze, but there was an understanding in his eyes. “Mm,” he nodded, looking at the bonfire in front of them. “Since when?”

“Since that stupid Halloween party,” Jeonghan admitted with a hollow laugh, cursing at himself under his breath. He dropped his head forward, cradling it with his hands. “At first I thought it was nothing, that I was going crazy, but I can’t keep it anymore from you. I’m sorry.”

That Halloween party. Joshua thought it was the most fun he had experienced in one night. Jeonghan, ever the chaotic guy, burst into Joshua’s apartment, holding two perfectly identical black suits, a white button-up shirt, and dark sunglasses. ‘Wanna be the K to my J?’ And Joshua, ever the loyal friend, said yes without a second thought.

That night, Jeonghan knew for sure, he was falling in love with his best friend.

But, as the logs cracked in the bonfire, Joshua remained quiet. He has experienced this before with other people, friends that have grown feelings for him. He has turned so many people down that he lost count a long time ago. But this time… it deflated him painfully.

He watched his best friend lift his gaze, looking at the stars as if they held an answer for him. “I need you to tell me that nothing will ever happen between us, Joshua.”

Joshua knew that having a friend who had feelings for you counted as half a friendship. And Jeonghan knew that too, so it was better to face rejection now and walk away with his heart intact.

“Nothing will ever happen between us, Jeonghan,” he said, and it felt like a blow to his chest.

Jeonghan nodded, dropping his gaze to his own hands clasped tightly together. He had dreaded this answer. Granted, he did not expect to hear the opposite. But it still hurt. “That’s okay. I’ll move on. Take this as a goodbye party for us.”

There was a heavy silence between them that for the first time in months of knowing each other, they did not communicate. One heart was burdened with the weight of rejection. The other had a choice to make.

“But I still want us to be friends.”

Jeonghan raised his eyebrows, turning his head to study his friend’s face. There, he found worry, his dark expressive eyes already glistening with loss.

“I mean, if-if you want to,” Joshua put quickly, shaking his head with a quick motion. “If you feel like you can’t be friends with me anymore, it’s okay. I will understand.”

Then Joshua dropped his gaze too, a detached manner surrounding his every move. It hurt, it hurt so bad. Joshua had just admitted how much he valued Jeonghan as a friend, and just like that, he was losing him in a moment.

Losing this friendship is what had been driving Jeonghan insane night after night after that Halloween party. The impossible choice that pushed him to lose his best friend forever, or continue living with the exhaustion of being unreciprocated.

“I think I’ll need some space to get over this,” Jeonghan said, his voice strangled by the painful feeling twisting his heart. Getting over Joshua would not be easy.

Jeonghan has had many partners throughout his life, but no heartbreak; he always kept himself guarded and everyone else at arm's length. Everyone except Joshua.

“I’ll give you whatever you need,” he promised at once, raising his gaze to match Jeonghan’s. “Tell me what you need, I’ll do it.”

At that moment, Jeonghan knew he had to renounce everything he felt for Joshua Hong. Whether it was attraction, a crush, or love, he would have to walk away from it. Jeonghan did not want to lose his best friend.

“I just need time,” Jeonghan tried to blink his pain away slowly. “I’ll forget about this, just give me time.”

Joshua nodded, full of certainty this time. He held out his pinky finger, raising his eyebrows once again. “You promise?”

Jeonghan looked at Joshua’s finger for one long second, then he looked at his eyes, lacing his pinky finger. “I promise,” he said, touching the pad of his thumb with Joshua’s in their secret way of sealing promises to each other.  

That night, Jeonghan made a promise not only to Joshua, but to himself as well. He would keep his heart well guarded until the right time came.

Now.

“You have one chance,” Jeonghan muttered pointedly, putting a hand on Joshua’s chest to help himself create some inches of distance. “Decide if this is what you truly want. Decide it now.”

Joshua frowned; firmly cupping the back of Jeonghan’s head still, not letting him go. “Wait,” he breathed, sucking in a breath as his brain started to swim. “I d-don’t know what I’m doing. I– I…”

“Then I think that we should stop. Right now,” Jeonghan replied, applying some pressure on his chest, but to no effect.

Joshua dared to open his eyes, shaking with a mixture of excitement and relief inside that it was hard for him to speak. “I don’t think I want to,” he blurted. “I- I don’t want to stop,” he decided, breathing raggedly still.

“You can’t do this, Joshua,” Jeonghan gritted, a part of him wanted to burst into a rageful bout again at him. “I can’t do this…” and then in a resigned way, he pleaded: “Don’t play with me.”

Joshua’s hand fidgeted on the back of Jeonghan’s head, slowly letting go of the hem of his hoodie. “I know—I know this is sudden,” Joshua whispered, licking his lips in nervousness. “Give me the chance to explain, please. I’ll tell you everything.”

At that Jeonghan desisted, ceasing to try and create some distance. While the fluttering sensation kept kicking inside him, the gears in his brain had started turning too. Joshua was his best friend; even if Jeonghan loved him, he could not let himself be the object of his exploration. If this failed…

“Is this what you truly want, Joshua?” Jeonghan reiterated with more urgency, his tone dropping to a mere whisper as well.

Joshua’s heart stilled for one second. In truth, the kiss had left him dizzy with overjoy and relief to find out the answer to the question he had been asking himself for weeks and maybe even, months. “It is,” he nodded, but then his brow furrowed. “Do you want to do this, Jeonghan? Do- do you still… Do you want me?”

Jeonghan mirrored him, placing a hand on Joshua’s nape as a sharp gasp left him. This time, they sealed their lips with an eager kiss, moving to explore each other. Jeonghan lifted his other hand, cupping his cheek to kiss him harder in euphoric fruition, eliciting a strangled moan from Joshua.

Kissing Jeonghan was sweet, even gentler than Joshua had ever dared to imagine all those nights as he watched and rewatched him with you in all those videos, and in real life. Joshua discovered that Jeonghan’s lips were soft, slotting between his perfectly, his tongue touching his in perfect sync.

“Should I take that as a yes?” Joshua exhaled softly raising his eyebrows in question.

“We have a lot to catch up with,” Jeonghan agreed with a tiny nod of his head. “But yes. The answer is yes.”

Jeonghan was nervous, his fingers trembling a little when he slid his hand from Joshua’s cheek to the nape, cupping the back of his head with both hands to then press a gentle kiss on his lips. Both of them were still solidifying their decision, giving each other shy, tentative kisses.

“I need to talk to Bunny,” Joshua blurted, pausing for air.  

“Don’t you mean we?” Jeonghan teased, smiling with the corners of his eyes.

“We need to talk to her,” he backed away reluctantly, still brimming with relief.

“Let’s go do that now,” Jeonghan motioned to the door, darting a look at his features to reaffirm that he was right. With a knowing smirk, he continued approaching the door, holding it open for Joshua.

“Yeah, okay,” Joshua gave one step to the door, then another, feeling lightheaded.

“We could take the elevator,” Jeonghan suggested, noticing the hesitant sway in Joshua’s movements.

As the doors slid close, Jeonghan crossed his arms, snorting out a laugh.

“Stop it,” Joshua warned.

“You really are full of surprises, Joshuji,” he teased, biting a cheeky grin.

Joshua slapped his best friend’s shoulder. “I told you to stop,” the tips of his ears were red.

“Alright, alright,” he stepped out of the elevator, calmly walking towards the apartment door.

There is no turning back now, Joshua thought, following Jeonghan down the hall, filling his tummy with one large gulp of air. Jeonghan was waiting for him, one hand on the handle ready to go in.

“Before we do this,” Jeonghan muttered, meeting his gaze. “Is there anything else you need to say to me?”

Biting his lip, he shook his head no. “Not right now,” he replied with another weary sigh. “Let’s do this.”

They exchanged a meaningful look, one that told years of knowing each other so well, that they were the extension of one another. This time, though, much like the last time they discussed their feelings, there was a gap between them. Joshua did not know what it was.

To Jeonghan, this was a fragile point in his friendship with Joshua. Granted, there were many times when he thought that the friendship would wane and come to an end. Ever since he found out about his feelings for you, a wall stood before him and Joshua, one that he would look over, or see through. But still, it was there.

But now, Joshua was finally tearing through that wall.

The moment was cut short when Jeonghan turned the handle, pushing the door open. Joshua’s expectations were quickly overturned when he found you standing on the kitchen floor, a hand flying to your chest.

“You startled me,” you gasped.

“Sorry, baby,” Jeonghan said with ease, casting an obvious look towards Joshua.  

Though not obvious to you. “I, uh… Listen, Josh,” you started promptly, looking at both your boyfriends with some shame showing in your features. “I owe you an apology.”

Joshua gaped at you as though he had forgotten how to speak. “What? No, baby, I should apologize. I shouldn’t have spoken to you like that. I shouldn’t have said those things to you.”

Your shoulders went slack. “Oh, so you’re not thinking of quitting the band anymore?” you glanced at Jeonghan, who only looked suspiciously shifty.

“No,” Joshua exhaled. “Baby, why don’t you take a seat? So we can talk. All of us.”

You looked at both men in utter confusion, they looked different somehow. And the weight of the tension between them startled you. “What’s going on?” you asked with caution. “Can’t you tell me right here?”

“Let’s sit down,” Jeonghan urged, and the nervousness about him did nothing to calm yours.

You skirted between them to take a seat on the armchair, bringing your knees up to hug them as a coping mechanism to keep yourself together. Then waited quietly, heart beating faster upon having the realization that there was more than both your boyfriends were letting on.

“What’s going on?” you repeated, following them with your gaze as they took a seat next to each other on the couch. When they did not reply right away, your tummy started twisting with worry: “Wha-what is happening? Jeonghan?”

You had grown used to their wordless exchanges of communication but could never know what they were planning. That still irritated you.

Joshua opened his mouth, holding his breath as he formulated in his head how to say what had happened on the rooftop moments before. His eyebrows drew in, flashing a worried look at Jeonghan.

“You’re so fucking bad at this, Joshua,” Jeonghan reproached, locking his sweet brown eyes with yours. “Baby, listen calmly–,”

“Wait,” Joshua placed a hand on Jeonghan’s knee, commanding him to a halt at once. “Be gentle. Don’t do this how I think you’ll do it.”

“She can take it,” Jeonghan argued back, throwing an annoyed look at him.

Joshua rolled his eyes swiftly. “I know she can, but I know you’ll be blunt and–,”

“We actually have talked about this before–,”

Your mouth was hanging open at the quick exchange between them. “I’m confused,” you quickly cut in. “Talked about what? Why are you being weird? Both of you.”  

Joshua let out a sharp exhale in utter frustration. “I kissed Jeonghan. We kissed.”

A numb feeling came over your face, barely able to feel your eyebrows lifting. It took you more than two seconds to fully grasp what Joshua had said. It became clearer to you as the seconds rolled on, there was no explanation needed. But it was still hard to come up with an answer with so little information.

Jeonghan noticed first that you were looking for more than a one-sentence explanation. “Baby, there is no better way to tell you this, we were talking, and it just happened…”

Your mind was reeling, blood pulsing in your ears that it was hard to hear what Jeonghan was trying to explain to you. Light-headed, your eyes swam to Joshua, then to Jeonghan as he continued speaking. Worry flashed across Joshua’s features, he moved his hand from Jeonghan’s thigh and then to his shoulder.

“Just happened? You-you’re t-telling me that…”

“Baby,” Joshua cut in. “Jeonghan, wait–,”

“What does this mean?” you asked an ecstatic rush of blood making you shudder in your seat.

“We haven’t talked about it yet,” Joshua sent Jeonghan a short look and he nodded. “We came straight to you so we could talk about it.”

“Well, what do you want to do?” you asked both of them.

They went still as they exchanged another one of those long looks. “Listen,” Jeonghan started with a soothing tone, turning to Joshua. “You need to think if this is all part of your exploration. Because I’d hate to be used as part of your self-discovery if you decide down the line that this isn’t for you.”

Joshua’s shoulders went slack, exhaling softly through his nose. You knew it was hard for him to voice what he felt, but it became more difficult for you to follow what was happening since they just communicated with one meaningful look that took over one long and silent moment.

Then you saw it, the long look progressing between them, and whatever they communicated seemed to dawn on Jeonghan, his eyes widened, his bottom lip parting slightly in awe.

“Since when?” Jeonghan asked meaningfully, his tone was low and for a moment, you knew it was hard for him to even utter the sentence.

“I wish I knew,” Joshua blinked slowly, raising his eyebrows in a sign of frustration. “I want to say that since the night of the first threesome. But I’m not entirely sure that it wasn’t since before that.”

“Is this why you were confused all this time?” Jeonghan frowned slightly, you had never heard him use that voice. It was similar to the one he used whenever he had a serious conversation with you. But this time it sounded slightly thicker, as if he were choking with some emotion that you could not quite place.

Joshua only nodded, pressing his lips together in a tight line. His throat bobbed as he seemed to be trying to gulp down the same emotion as Jeonghan.

“And you’re sure this is not just part of what you are trying to explore?” he asked, drawing out the last word in a way that was meaningful between them. “Because if it is… I don’t think I can take it.”

“Hold on,” you intervened, leaning forward to try and capture their expressions, to read them both at the same time. “Please, explain to me what’s happening. I’m lost.”

“Listen, both of you,” Joshua straightened on the seat, pushing himself to the border of the couch, trying to direct himself at you and Jeonghan at the same time. “I am not sure when it started, but I know that I feel attracted to you both. I think I felt confused because it’s the first time something like this has happened.”

“So you never felt jealous of Jeonghan and I?” you inquired, tilting your head to one side.

“I did, I don’t know,” Joshua let out a giggle in utter shame, rubbing a hand on his flushed face. “I think I was, but at the same time I never did anything to really put a stop to it.”

“That was confusing to me too,” Jeonghan muttered between his teeth, turning his gaze away, and planting his elbows on his knees. “Remember I told you?”

Joshua nodded. “I think I would’ve gone insane if you had told me that you wanted a threesome with someone else,” he told you as though he could not stop himself. “And when I asked you if you had feelings for Jeonghan, I understood. I was jealous, yes, but I was also annoyed that Jeonghan could do that to me.”

At that, Jeonghan started laughing. Nothing was funny, but tears brimmed in the corners of his eyes.

Joshua gave him a worried look. “It took me some time to understand that.”

Jeonghan sighed, gathering an invisible tear with one lithe finger. You ignored him, given that you were either too bewildered to reproach him for his attitude or even to understand why he was laughing. “How did you? I mean, how did you understand that you also had an attraction to him?”

“Well…” Joshua drew in a breath slowly, gathering his words. “I went away, and you guys started sending me the videos…”

Then you understood the reason for Jeonghan’s crazed laughter. The man chuckled lightly again, shaking his head.

“Don’t make me whack you,” Joshua gritted at Jeonghan, but you could see a light spark of amusement in his eyes.

“Alright,” Jeonghan raised his hands in surrender. “But it is kind of funny,” he coughed, and Joshua clicked his tongue.  

Your gaze fixated on them, feeling obfuscated still. “Are you saying you realized how you truly felt because of the videos?”

“Part of it, yes. I think the other part, the most predominant one, was also being with you both,” Joshua said tentatively, tilting his head to one shoulder. “I couldn’t explain why I wanted to see Jeonghan with you. I used to think that I enjoyed watching you two together but now I know. I like being with you both.”

A part of you was thoroughly convinced that this was bound to happen. You did not know why, but this was not totally unexpected. Joshua was very vague with his reasoning when he told you he wanted Jeonghan to be included in your relationship.

But hearing him say it was totally different. It made you feel elated, as though there was nothing that could make your relationship better.

“And what do you want, Jeonghan?” you asked, shifting your gaze to him.

Your heart dropped upon remembering what Jeonghan told you some days before Joshua came back: he had to renounce his feelings for Joshua. You understood how Jeonghan must have felt when hearing Joshua’s confession; he did not want to be played with.

Jeonghan fidgeted, brushing his knuckles against each other. His eyes were fixed on the floor. “I think I want this, but I don’t want to lie, Joshua, I am a little weary of the sudden change. Because it feels very sudden to me,” he took one breath, mustering up strength. “I mean, how are we going to do this? Are you going to be able to manage this?”

There was a shared understanding of what he meant. Joshua had been struggling to keep the relationship away from the media’s following and the perusing from his fans.

“From my perspective, it makes things easier for me,” Joshua shrugged slightly, pushing his bottom lip outward in a pout. “It gives me the chance to really allow myself to express what I feel.”

“So, do you want to keep it a secret too?” Jeonghan asked, and you understood what his inner conflict was.

“I want to keep both of you away from the public’s attention as much as possible,” Joshua explained, keeping a soothing tone.

Jeonghan eased back into the couch, nodding slightly with his head. “Okay, then,” he whispered to Joshua, then turned his gaze back to you. “Are you okay with this, princess?”

There it was, the reason why you loved them both. They could be a chaotic mess, but they would always agree on prioritizing how you felt.

“Of course I am,” you showed them a small smile, pushing yourself to your feet to approach them, standing in between them. They raised their gazes to look at you in an almost perfect sync. “There is nothing I would love more than the two of you figuring out your feelings for each other.”

“Are you sure, baby?” Joshua asked, gently grabbing your hand to kiss your knuckles, keeping his dark eyes on you. “We want you to feel comfortable with this.”

“I’m sure,” you nodded. “I want what’s best for us. I’m happy as long as we’re all on the same page.”

A small smile drew on Jeonghan’s face. Despite the initial nervousness he showed you, he looked pleased with your reaction. You ran a hand through the dark hairs of his long fringe, making him blink repeatedly.

“Is that settled then?” you asked meekly.

Jeonghan turned his head to look at Joshua, whose tired eyes turned remorseful. He squeezed his hand before he bent to give your knuckles another kiss. “I’m sorry for what happened earlier. I should’ve never spoken to you like that.”

“It’s okay,” you replied, returning the squeeze to his hand. “I pushed you to talk about it. It’s–,”

“It’s not okay,” he quickly cut in, but he was sweet about it. His tone was honeyed, and his eyes glistened as he glanced at you and Jeonghan. “I’m just too stressed, I feel like I can’t breathe sometimes.”

“We need to think of something, Joshua. You can’t just let your feelings bottle up,” Jeonghan said, but then, he coughed up a laugh. “Well, both of you.”

“Me?” you asked with a high-pitched giggle, making them smile at you. “I agree,” you said with a more serious tone. “I am trying to not do that anymore, you know?”

“We know, princess,” Jeonghan replied sweetly to you.

“I’m trying too,” Joshua said, then sighed.

“Have you heard of something called therapy?” Jeonghan joked, emitting a low chuckle when Joshua deadpanned at him, threatening to use his other hand to whack him. “Ah—Okay, I’ll stop! Don’t need to get violent!”

“I don’t get it, why not put the suitcase on the bed? It makes things easier!” Jeonghan said with a smile, sitting down on the pillows of the bed, leaning back against the headboard, phone in his hand, but his eyes were on you.

“Suitcase dirty, bed clean,” you replied, bringing a hand to your mouth to suppress a yawn.

“Oh, are you feeling sleepy, princess?” he noticed, a smile stretching on his lips. “I told you to pack everything earlier, you could be taking a nap.”

“I had that thing with Yena and then you guys surprised me…” you shrugged, folding things on your lap before putting them in the carry-on. “I’m almost done,” you gasped, making Jeonghan shoot you a glance. “I forgot that you asked me to trim your hair!”

Jeonghan’s shoulders relaxed. “Ah, princess, forget it,” he said. “I’ll just wait until we get back.”

You shook your head, shaking your palm frantically too. “No, no, no, let me finish packing and I can do it,” you said, folding your clothes a bit faster.

“It’s okay,” he insisted, discarding his phone on the bedside. “I need to go back to mine to pack a bag too.”

“So you’re not staying tonight?” you asked, wide-eyed in disappointment.

“I don’t want to drive all the way there and back,” he drew his eyebrows inward when you pouted at him. “What? Why are you making that face?”

“I thought you were staying the night with us,” you reproached, keeping your pout until your eyes started to water, completing a full sulky act. “Please stay.”

“But I have to pack my things too!” he replied, now chuckling at your childishness.

“Joshua can lend you clothes!”

At that moment, Joshua was returning to the bedroom, pocketing his phone in the pocket of his baggy jeans. “What’s up?” he asked, eyeing you and Jeonghan curiously.

You pointed at Jeonghan with one finger. “He’s not staying the night!” you said impishly, making Jeonghan laugh out loud.

“I need to pack my shit!” he argued back, keeping the light chuckle on.

“You don’t need it!” you said, trying not to laugh at yourself. “Joshua can lend you things.”

“I need my passport, princess,” Jeonghan said before Joshua could agree to your idea, which he was getting ready to do.

“Ah, that’s right,” you conceded with a sigh. You got up from the floor, reminding yourself to pocket your passport too. One of the drawers from your closet was the designated place for things that did not belong anywhere else entirely. That is where you keep your passport. “I made space in one of the drawers for you ages ago, Hannie.”

You sneaked a look at the man still lounging on the pillows of your bed. He looked panicked for a second, his mouth forming a syllable that he could not voice out. “I, uh, I forget to bring stuff in.”

Joshua noticed the same thing you did on Jeonghan’s face, a knowing look crossing his features. “You could leave some things here. It would save you the trips back to your apartment.”

Jeonghan gaped at Joshua for a second, but you were quicker. “Or you could move in,” you threw in abruptly, the words bouncing off your tongue so unexpectedly that you almost clamp a hand over your mouth.

Joshua glanced at you curiously. “True,” he said, keeping a loose demeanour as he walked over to the closet and pretended to fish out a clean t-shirt for himself. “You know, we’re in the brink of being booted out of here. We could start looking at options.”

A light frown appeared on Jeonghan’s perfect face, his eyes deadpanning from you to Joshua. You could hear the gears of his brain turning from the corner of the bedroom you were standing on. You fidgeted with the sleeves of your sweater, dropping your gaze to the floor before muttering: “I’m already looking at options.”

At that, Joshua could no longer keep his act, he blinked slowly, letting out a characteristic airy chuckle. “For us three?”

“Yeah,” you admitted bashfully. “I was thinking…”

Joshua stopped pretending to busy himself arranging things from his drawer and turned around so he could look at you and Jeonghan, who remained frozen, his face painted in pure bewilderment. “Go on?”

You sighed, dropping your fidgeting hands to your sides. You paced to the bed, crawling on it with your hands and knees cutely. “Well,” you sat back on your hunches, next to Jeonghan. “You spend a lot of time here already, Hannie. And Josh will finish his tour in a week and will be spending more time home,” you shrugged coyly. “I want it to be us three, you know?”

There was a silence, one that Joshua did not dare interrupt, but Jeonghan was silently agape. The frown on his face told Joshua that Jeonghan might have not been ready for a proposition like yours.

“Why don’t we leave this conversation for when I get back from touring?” he asked, keeping his tone cool. “We could go apartment hunting together.”

You caught the misdirect, nodding your head dumbly. “I’d like that,” you replied, sending a swift glance at Jeonghan, who still lay motionless beside you.

Joshua concealed a smile by turning his back on both you and Jeonghan, continuing to gather the things he intended to pack and those that needed a wash before packing them up too. He was unaware of Jeonghan stretching an arm, reaching out to give you a gentle caress on your thigh, snapping you from a trance.

“Help me trim my hair?” Jeonghan asked softly, drawing invisible lines with the pads of his fingers on your skin.

You looked at his pouty mouth and showed him a smile. “Of course, Hannie.”

“Are you okay with this, baby?” Jeonghan asked, following you inside the bathroom.

“I am, Hannie,” you said, motioning to the bathtub. “Sit.”

“Here. I grabbed them from your desk,” Jeonghan said, handing you a pair of scissors as he sat on the rim of the bathtub.

You grabbed them, giggling at how determined he looked. “This won’t do, Jeonghan,” you told him softly, putting the scissors on the sink’s countertop. “We have proper shears,” you said as you opened the mirror cabinet, taking the shears, a hand towel, and a comb.

“Ah, silly me,” he muttered, but you noticed his eyes were trained on every movement you made, wandering from your hands to your face.

“Yeah, silly you,” you replied with a soft smile. “I told you to get an appointment with the hairdresser.”

“I know you did. I forgot,” he said, his gaze trailing to the rest of your body. His teeth sunk on his bottom lip, that was how you knew he was trying to conceal a smirk.

“Did you?” you arched a brow, smiling with him when he could no longer hold it in.

“I trust you more with this,” he said with ease, even adding a small shrug.

“Please don’t get your hopes high. I’ve only ever done this once and it was to myself,” you sighed, running the comb through his hair. “Hannie, look down,” you said, giggling when you nearly poked his eyes with the teeth of the comb.

“Right,” he cleared his throat, tearing his gaze from you.

“Here I go,” you whispered, starting to trim down the edges of his hair.

The blades of the shears made a nice metallic sound, pairing with Jeonghan’s breathing. He sat still for you, his hands resting on his thighs.

“Are you sure you’re okay with this, baby?” Jeonghan asked, speaking quieter than before. His eyes were still lowered, but you could tell that he wanted to glance at the expression on your face.

You paused halfway through, but without removing the shears so he had no chance to move. You understood then that he did not intend on trimming his hair. This was what he had wanted to achieve from the beginning, to get you two alone to talk about the recent turn of events.

“Why wouldn’t I be, Hannie?” you asked softly at first, resuming to trim his fringe.

“I don’t know,” he mumbled quietly. “All I’m thinking is that if this is sudden to me, I can’t imagine what it’s like for you.”

“It’s also sudden to me,” you conceded with a hushed tone, worried that Joshua might hear from the bedroom. “But I think this is best for us.”

“Really?” he asked, but you knew this was the kind of questions he made to keep you talking before he got to the point.

“Yes, really,” you replied sweetly, ruffling the hairs of his fringe.

“Do you really think that?” he pressed, but there was no concern in his tone. He sounded almost surprised.

“I think that perhaps you both wanted this since before I came to the picture, you know?” you mumbled, focusing on trimming his fringe evenly.

“Even when I told you I didn’t have feelings for Joshua anymore?”

You paused. When you told Jeonghan about your argument with Joshua, his immediate response was to do whatever was within his ability to fix it, to make it all better for him. You did not know how their conversation happened, but you knew that Jeonghan would have done anything to break Joshua out of his anxious mind.

“Jeonghan, I know you’re sure about your feelings and I don’t want to question that…” you smiled to yourself, a distant feeling of déjà vu creeping in the back of your mind. “But I’ve seen the way you look at him. There are some things you can’t lie about.”

You lowered your hands to your sides, finally allowing him to raise his gaze to meet your eyes. He smiled softly. “Oh yeah? And how is that exactly?” he teased.

“You know how,” you shrugged meekly, trying to make the conversation end there. But he kept looking at you, expecting a real answer. “Sometimes you give him the same looks you give me,” you finished with a smile.

“Well, I just have one pair of eyes!” he said, chuckling playfully. “What can I do? I can’t give him different looks-,”

“I mean, you’ve told me that you think he’s sexy. You admitted that you liked him years ago. And you share a bed with him and me. Maybe those feelings never left, maybe…” you giggled nervously when he had to bite his smile to keep himself from laughing with you. “Maybe those feelings just went dormant for a time.”

“Oh, you really are an expert, huh?” he quipped, his gaze followed you as you covered your face in shame, laughing with him.

“I’m just saying that I don’t think it’s bad that you have always felt a certain way for him. It’s okay,” you reassured.

“So you’re really okay with this?” he asked, lowering his tone to a more serious one.

You nodded quietly, brushing his long hair with your fingers. “This will be good for us.”

Jeonghan raised a hand to find the curve of your waist, pulling you carefully to plant a kiss on your tummy over your clothes. “Thank you, princess,” he muttered, still locking eyes with you. “I never imagined this would happen. So I guess I should thank you for being so supportive.”

“Don’t thank me, Jeonghan,” you smiled. “This might be sudden but I’m sure we’ll work it out. I know you are on the fence on this still. But maybe just give him the opportunity to show you. You know how hard it is for him too.”

“Yeah, I guess you’re right,” Jeonghan mumbled, staring off at the distance.

“That is the truth,” you said matter-of-factly, smiling sweetly at him before booping his nose with the tip of your finger.

“What is?” he asked dumbly, finding your eyes again.

“I am always right.”

Jeonghan grabbed his phone from your bedside table and his car keys, glancing your way curiously. He clicked his tongue, smiling when he realized you were still sulking. “Don’t look at me like that,” he said with a flat tone.

“I’m not looking,” you replied meekly, turning away to pace back to the living room, knowing he would be tagging along behind you.

“Tsk,” without looking, you knew the smile on his face was wider as he said: “You’ll see me tomorrow first thing in the morning.”

“I know,” you rolled your eyes as you got to the living room.

“Then why are you sulking? What did I do now?” Jeonghan asked behind you.

Joshua lifted his head when he heard you approach. He was sitting on the couch, his acoustic guitar sitting on his thigh.

You crossed your arms, shrugging. “Nothing,” you mumbled, but stood some steps before him as he grabbed the handle to the front door with one hand.

Jeonghan straightened up. “Well then, I’m gonna go now, and if you don’t tell me what is upsetting you right now, then you’re going to have to wait until the morning.”

“What, you don’t do phone calls now?” you retorted.

“Nope. I’m not picking up the phone tonight, I need my beauty sleep,” he joked, but when you did not even show him the tiniest of smiles, he turned the door handle. “I’ll be going now, in three… two…”

Joshua smiled from where he sat, watching the whole exchange while knowing Jeonghan was just playing with you, and that you would fall right into the game.

Jeonghan twisted the handle and cracked the door open just a bit, the mischief in his eyes shining more when you dropped your hands on your sides exasperatedly.

“Fine!” you snapped. “I’ll tell you, just–close the door, okay?” you stammered.

The door was closed quietly and Jeonghan dropped his hand, turning to face you with a grin on his face. “I’m listening,” he cooed triumphantly.

You gaped at him for a long second, then deadpanned over to Joshua, who bit his lip to avoid smiling one more time. He knew you well, probably better than Jeonghan, so he knew that you had been letting some thoughts sit in your mind for a time. Those thoughts begin to bother you over time, showing in your every action.

Joshua shrugged slightly, figuratively stepping aside, and pushing you to speak from the heart, although he suspecting what was bothering you already. And Jeonghan started to suspect too.

You sighed in resignation, shying away slightly by pretending to scratch and invisible itch on your forehead. “You haven’t brought clothes yet,” you mumbled.

Joshua snorted quietly.

“Shut up,” you hissed, sending him a bashful look. He showed you his palms in truce, setting his guitar on its stand, and deciding to keep being witness to your conversation with Jeonghan.

“I’ve forgotten to do it,” Jeonghan replied, furrowing his brow a little. “You’re mad because I haven’t brought a change of clothes yet?”

“I emptied a drawer for you weeks ago,” you extended an arm, pointing to the direction of the bedroom.

Jeonghan’s mouth fell open a little, then he chuckled lightly. “Princess don’t tell me this is the reason why you’ve been pouting at me.”

“What if it is?” you lifted your chin a little in indignation.

“I told you I’d bring some clothes, but I forget,” he said, sending a meaningful look at Joshua.

“I’m not helping you on this one,” Joshua replied.

Jeonghan clicked his tongue once again. “Really?” he chuckled, shaking his head. “Alright, I’ll bring in some clothes with me next time. Happy?”

“We’ll see,” you huffed, but your features broke into a meek smile. “I just wanted you to stay the night,” you admitted.

“I know,” Jeonghan said, rolling his eyes. “But it’s been a chaotic day, and I haven’t packed my things yet. I really need to go now.”

“Alright,” you conceded at last and reached out to wrap your arms around Jeonghan’s torso.

Joshua giggled softly, watching from where he sat the way you tilted your head back to receive a small kiss from Jeonghan. His stomach twisted slightly as he watched Jeonghan make a trail of pecks from your forehead to your nose, finishing with a kiss on your lips. It seemed for a second that this was something of a routine for you.

Jeonghan cupped your face with his hands, looking at you for a short moment. “Love you,” he muttered softly.

At that, Joshua blinked away, wondering why he felt like intruding in the moment. “I love you too,” he heard you reply in a small tone, almost as if shy.

Nervously, Joshua looked up again, finding Jeonghan’s eyes flitting on his direction. Neither of them said anything, they just exchanged glances, trying to communicate something that still escaped both of their understanding.

The moment reverted Joshua to that night in front of the campfire, when Jeonghan first confessed his feelings for the first time. That night, they were both on very different pages when it came to their feelings. And now it no longer felt the same, but there was a lot to reconcile.

Joshua understood, and gave a tiny nod, which Jeonghan reciprocated with a tight smile, he opened the door and stepped out of the apartment, closing the door behind him.

You turned around, a confused look in your face. “Do you think he’s okay?” you asked innocently, shuffling towards the couch.

“Let him be,” Joshua said, reaching out for your hand as you came closer. “He’s okay.”

“Mmm,” you hummed thoughtfully, letting Joshua tug your hand, motioning to sit on his lap. “Was I hasty in inviting him to live with us?”

Joshua wrapped his arms around your body as you snuggled up to his. “A little,” he said softly, giggling at the worried expression on your face. “He knows that you were thinking about it way before we kissed. But I think that he and I need to work some things out before he decides on moving in with us, baby.”

“Yeah,” you said deflatingly, looking away. “Maybe I rushed again,” you brought your hands to your face, covering it in utter shame.

Joshua giggled sweetly, lacing his fingers as he hugged your body tightly to his. “Just give him some time, he’ll say yes.”

“You don’t know that for sure,” you mumbled, parting your fingers to sneak a look at him.

“No, but I know that he needs some time to warm up to the idea,” he said, and finding your expression cute he smiled, wrinkling his nose slightly.

“Ugh, I feel bad now,” you sighed, dropping your hands from your face.

“Don’t worry. He’s probably playing hard to get,” he added, expecting you to smile, but you started biting your lip, eyes lost on the distance. “Hey,” Joshua mumbled softly.

“Yeah?” you replied, looking back to him.

“Don’t overthink it, baby,” he said, squeezing your body gently with his arms. “He’ll say yes.”

You nodded, bringing a hand to cup his cheek, running the pad of your thumb on his skin lovingly. “How are you Josh?” you asked meaningfully, reading his face.

“I’m okay,” he replied with a sweet tone, knowing that you were looking to have a deeper conversation with him. “I’m truly sorry about the way I spoke to you earlier.”

“I know. Don’t worry about it,” you mumbled, taking your fingers to thread his brown hair. “Are you feeling better now?”

He blinked a couple of times when your fingernails scratched his scalp softly. “I feel less stressed, baby,” he conceded, but then he looked away, gathering his thoughts before adding: “I think I need to put more limits between my life and my career.”

“Why?” you asked, your tone low but sweet. You looked at him carefully, admiring the quiet calm in his entire demeanour. “What’s happening, Josh?”

He sighed, his gaze returning to your features. “I just feel like life is slipping away too fast and I am too slow to catch it.”

You hummed, weighing in his words while looking at his face. “What if what’s happening is not for you to catch it but just watch it pass by, savoring what’s really important?”

His features were taken over by a smile, one that you loved seeing on his face. It was fond and full of sweet love for you. He brought a hand to your face, pinching your nose gently. “You’re right, bunny.”

You sighed. “I always am.”

You woke up some minutes before your alarm went off.

Joshua had an arm draped over your waist, the other was tucked under your head, his bicep forming a dull pillow for you. Unaware of how long you had been laying like this, you tried turning over, facing your boyfriend who slept soundly. He decided to go to bed without a shirt on, so you were now face to face his bare chest, his pecs bulging some inches from your nose.

Without much thinking, you closed the distance, pressing a kiss on his chest, where his heart was. You nuzzled his chest with your face, breathing in the smell of his skin, enjoying the warmth he radiated. Slowly, you felt him stir back to life, waking up to your small acts of affection.

“Mmn,” he began, his hands searching your body to hug you closer. “What time is it?”

“Morning sleepy head,” you cooed softly, pressing another kiss on his chest. “It’s nearly five AM.”

“We gotta go?” he mumbled.

“Yeah, we gotta go,” you tilted your head back to look at his face. “We have meet with Hannie in thirty minutes.”

“Five more minutes,” he whispered, blindly finding your face with his lips, pressing them on your forehead.

“Okay,” you breathed, but you knew it would be more difficult for you to slip back into your dreams. That was something you would envy from Joshua, his ability to sleep whenever and wherever. But now, you just enjoyed watching him sleep, his soft breathing sounds the way his eyelashes seemed to tremble slightly as he slept.

Your fingers itched to reach out and caress his face, to outline the beautiful curve of his lips. For a moment, the love you felt for him brimmed so abundantly that you ached to grab his face and kiss it, interrupting his sleep again. But you stopped yourself, knowing that the alarm would go off soon, and he would get to lay in the peaceful bundle of warmth with you.

You thought of everything that went down last night, the conversations, Jeonghan, everything from the moment you met him. Part of you wondered if Joshua was as amazed as you were at the recent turn of events. Deep down, you knew something like this was bound to happen ever since the proposition of starting a polycule was presented by Joshua, but the fact that it had actually come to pass was a bit astonishing to you.

But you were happy that Jeonghan and Joshua had found an opportunity to air their feelings out. Somehow, you found it funny that they seemed to always find a way to fall together.

The alarm finally went off, and you turned over to reach for your phone on the nightstand to turn it off and turned again to face him. “Five more minutes?” he asked, letting out an airy giggle. “I don’t want to get up,” he mumbled, closing his arms around you tightly, pushing your face to his chest.

“I know, babe, but we have to, or we’ll miss our plane,” you muttered against the tight crevice between his pecs.

Joshua laughed at the muffled sound of your voice. “Why did we have to get the tickets this early in the morning?” he whined, but sounded more awake now.

“To avoid being seen? And also, we need to accommodate in the room, have lunch and you need to rehearse before your show tonight,” you reminded him, trying to create some inches between his chest and your face to take a fresh gulp of air. “Babe, come on, let’s go.”

“Okay, alright,” he smiled, shocking you with the way he was beaming some minutes after waking up.

“You’re in a chirpy mood,” you pointed as he let you go from his tight embrace. Rolling out of bed, you heard him click his tongue. “I mean it, you’re never this energetic as soon as you wake up.”

“I’m just happy to be finishing the tour already,” he sighed, jumping out of bed too.

“Mmm-huh,” you teased as you removed your sleep-wear.

“I’m serious,” he sighed happily. “The sooner I am done with this tour, the sooner I am back home.”

“Okay, yes, but are you sure you’re not also happy because of a certain someone?” you sneaked a look as you clasped a clean bra behind your back.

Joshua wrinkled his nose as he fixed the bedsheets and covers on the bed. “No,” he replied but the smile on his face betrayed him. “Well, maybe.”

“God, you two,” you clicked your tongue, shaking your head lightly as you changed your pants.

Joshua paced to where you stood, right before the wardrobe as you finished putting on your clothes. He circled an arm over your lower back, pulling you closer. “Are you sure you’re okay with all of this?” he mumbled, his morning voice sweet and low, but slightly raspy.

“Mmm, I have to admit it’s slightly surprising but, you know what?” you tilted your head back to see him. “I’m happy you guys are trying this out,” you said, wrapping your arms around his bare torso. “I think it’ll work out.”

“Yeah, me too,” he smiled softly, leaning his face so he could press a loving kiss on your forehead. “Me too, baby.”

The hotel room that Jeonghan had booked for you was so spacious that it did not seem intended for two people alone. “Why are there rose petals on the bed?” you asked upon arriving to the room and immediately deciding to explore it.

“I told the front desk we’re newly married,” Jeonghan said with a low chuckle.

“Why?” you asked slowly.

“For funsies,” he shrugged, pushing his sunglasses up to the crown of his head. “They gave us the bigger room, with a jacuzzi in it.”

“A what?” you blurted, looking at Jeonghan as he opened the double doors that you had suspected lead to the bathroom, which was spacious enough to host a jacuzzi, which was also adorned with two swan-shaped towels sitting on the brim.

“Pffft,” Jeonghan laughed at the towel swans, which were forming a heart as well.

“This is going overboard, Hannie,” you crossed your arms, sending a look at him when he smiled mischievously.

“You said no to jacuzzi sex, right?” he asked, trying to keep his expression blank, but broke into a laugh when you just glared at him. “Alright, alright, what do you want me to do? They gave us the bigger bed because I said we’re married!”

You conceded with a smile of your own. “I’ll tell you what you could do,” you shifted on your feet, walking away from the large bathroom and returned to the suite. “Buy me a ring next time, since you two love to rave about marriage.”

“What?” you heard him tagging along behind you. “You’re telling me Joshua has done this too?”

“Mm-huh,” you sighed, opening your bag to retrieve your laptop, placing it on the desk that was pushed to the corner of the suite and sat down.

“Really?” he sighed, and you tried to bite back a smile.

There was a knock on the door that made Jeonghan straighten his back, already knowing who it was. Joshua had been busy in rehearsals, and the flight over had been so short that Jeonghan had little opportunity to actually see and talk to him.

With visible hesitation, Jeonghan shuffled towards the door, opening it and turning his back right away. You looked at him through the corner of your eye, sinking your teeth on your bottom lip a bit harder upon seeing his blank face.

“Hi, handsome,” you chirped, looking at him cross the door of the suite with a confused look on his face.

“Hi, beautiful,” he replied, matching your tone. He glanced Jeonghan’s way once before approaching you. “Why did we get the luxury suite?” he asked, leaning down to place a kiss on your cheek.

“Ask Jeonghan,” you smiled at him.

Joshua frowned lightly and nodded. “Got work?” he motioned to the laptop, which you rarely used since you preferred working on your PC at home.

“Yeah, I have to review my draft before handing it over,” you sighed. After your chat with Yena, you agreed that you would turn in your first draft for the second book. You were submitting it on time, although there were some things you were not thoroughly content with, you could work them out later in the second revision.

“Okay,” he whispered, giving you a reassuring smile before lifting his gaze to find Jeonghan.

Jeonghan had opened the sliding doors to the balcony, where he perched his elbows on the banister, leaning over it to look at the city below him.

“Go talk to him,” you encouraged Joshua with a soft tone, seeing the reluctance in his eyes.  

“Yeah, I…” he breathed in, fixing his clothes awkwardly before stepping out on the balcony with Jeonghan, closing the door to give you some privacy to work and for them to talk. “Hey,” he muttered softly.

Jeonghan eyed him curiously. “Hi,” he mumbled.

There was a long pause, longer than Joshua would have liked, since he did not do well with deep conversations, especially those that required him to talk about what he felt first. But something had been bothering him ever since he sat with you and Jeonghan to talk about where the polycule would head, now that he had taken the decision to articulate his feelings for Jeonghan.

Seeing that this would be one of those moments, Jeonghan waited, redirecting his gaze to the city before them. They had a view to the ocean, so vast and mirroring the darkness of the heavy clouds above that announced an upcoming rain. The cold breeze also told him that much, brushing his hair back, blowing the flaps of Joshua’s plaid shirt.

“I uh…” Joshua looked back, seeing you focused on your work. He remembered the night when he realized he was falling in love with you, the pressure in his chest threatening to burst. Then he looked back at Jeonghan, and it felt differently. Like a calm ebb and flow that had been there for as long as he could remember. It was the familiarity he felt looking into those sweet brown eyes, the reassurance.

So he took a deep breath, knowing that his heart was safe, as long as he spoke truly. “Jeonghan, I know that you’re still weary of all this, of the suddenness of it,” he smiled despite himself, his nerves were making his voice quiver. “But I like you, I don’t know for how long I have, but I just wanted to tell you this to offer you some reassurance.”

Jeonghan narrowed his eyes, focusing on Joshua’s face for a moment before he turned to look at the wild waves lapping against the shore below. He nodded his head, weighing in Joshua’s words in silence.

“I want to see where this goes, not as a form of exploration, I don’t think I need to explore anything…” Joshua breathed in, turning so he could lean his back against the banister. He saw you back inside the hotel suite, and like a work of magic, your eyes found him too.

A meek smile drew on your face, and you scurried back onto your work. Joshua found himself smiling too.

“I’m ready for this,” he muttered softly, turning his head so he could get a glimpse of Jeonghan, who remained leaning on the banister, his elbows safely planted on it. His fingertips were tracing shapeless patterns on the scar in his elbow.

Slowly, Jeonghan stood up straight, his hands grabbing the banister firmly, as though that served as some kind of anchor. He thought what he wanted to say, what his heart felt ever since Joshua kissed him. There was a strange feeling running amok in his mind, one that he had only felt once in his life; the only other time he felt like this was the first time he kissed you. 

Jeonghan sent his gaze over the horizon, knowing that he only felt this way because this mattered to him. Joshua was his best friend, and upon looking into his doe eyes, Jeonghan saw the certainty in them, the quiet reassurance.

“If you say you’re ready, then I am too,” Jeonghan said, hating the fact that it did not take too long for him to yield, just one look at Joshua’s doe eyes and it was game over for him. So he had to do what he knew best, be a tease. He pointed one finger at Joshua’s face. “But if you screw this over, I will kill you.”

Joshua tilted his head back, releasing a sweet giggle that drove your gaze back to the balcony. “It won’t come to that,” Joshua said, his eyes turning into half moons.

“Well, consider yourself warned, so don’t even think about it,” Jeonghan joked, chuckling too. But his gaze fell upon Joshua’s dashing smile, the half-moon eyes, the tips of his ears growing red. The laughter died down, and he could no longer hear his own thoughts, just the ebb and flow of the ocean in the distance.

“Can I kiss you?” Joshua asked ever so softly.

Jeonghan would have died if Joshua had not asked that. He nodded eagerly, despite having nearly thrown a tantrum mere seconds ago. He leaned towards Joshua, meeting halfway through with a small kiss of pressing lips.

Both of them wondered if you were being witness to this, but the thought simply dissipated upon meeting their lips once again. Joshua hummed softly into the kiss, lifting one hand to cradle the back of Jeonghan’s head, pulling him for a deeper kiss.

Truth was, you had not stopped watching since you heard Joshua laughing. You kept a discreet eye on them as they talked, just as you always did, you liked watching them move in perfect synchronicity, the way they seemed to anticipate what the other said, their eyes never quite leaving each other. They spoke and moved with one mind.

So seeing them sharing a kiss ignited a part in you that you did not know existed. As the kiss deepened, they searched each other with their hands, Jeonghan grabbed Joshua’s wrist, his thumb swiping a line on the interior of his wrist, caressing softly. Joshua tangled his fingers in the dark mane of hair, both exchanging sweet hums as they tasted each other’s mouths.

“I always wondered,” Jeonghan whispered, his lip curling a little in a shy smile.

“What?” Joshua asked.

 “How your lips would feel.”

Joshua smiled into the kiss, robbing him of air when Jeonghan rolled his tongue into his mouth expertly, drawing out a moan from him. “Same. I wondered too,” he rasped.

“Is that why you were looking at me funny the other day?” he inquired, but then a chuckle came out of him when he knew the answer. “Oh, you idiot.”

“What?” Joshua giggled. “Would you have preferred me to kiss you then?”

Jeonghan thought about it for a long second. “No, I don’t think so,” he replied. “I panicked when you first kissed me. I don’t think I would’ve reacted the same way if Bunny had been there.”

“True,” Joshua agreed. “I think that’s why I didn’t do it either.”

“Tsk, idiot,” Jeonghan whispered.

Joshua just smiled. “I have to get going. Show is starting in two hours,” he said.

“Get going, then,” Jeonghan replied, motioning to the door. “Bunny and I will be there shortly.”

Joshua sneaked a look back at you, finding that you had been snooping all along.

Jeonghan followed the line of vision to you. “Did she see…?”

“Everything, she saw everything,” Joshua smiled, patting Jeonghan on the shoulder once. “Come on.”

Jeonghan followed to the suite, where you pretended to be focused on your screen, reading your manuscript. “Ah, princess, didn’t you say it was urgent that you submitted your draft?” Jeonghan teased.

“It is urgent,” you nodded, but you looked away quickly, biting your bottom lip.

“Why are you blushing, bunny?” Joshua joined, laughing at the meek expression on your face, trying to hide yourself with your hands.

“You look distracted, baby,” Jeonghan leaned over where you sat, looking at you with a knowing expression.

“Stop it,” you deadpanned, but you looked so flustered that it brought a laugh from both of them. “God, you two are a nightmare,” you mumbled, trying to form a wall with your hands on the sides of your face, focusing back on your laptop screen.

The air was buzzing with excitement in the theater as the audience waited the start of the show, their whispers and anticipation merging into a palpable energy that seemed to vibrate through the walls. You watched from your spot the seats filling in slowly, growing more and more impressed at the quantity of people around you.

Your seats were atop of the side of the stage, so you could clearly get a view of the staff coming and going, testing the electric guitars, getting a stand with drumsticks to place it beside Jihoon’s red drum kit. The stage lights came on briefly, startling the crowd for a second, making everyone think that the show was starting already.

Jeonghan came up to you, hugging your body from behind. “What are you looking at, princess?” he muttered, pressing a loving kiss on your temple.

“Just perusing from afar,” you replied, leaning against his touch. “It’s interesting to see what happens backstage.”

“Mm, remind me one day to take you to my job on opening night,” he hummed, laughing softly. “You’ll change your mind really quick.”

“You must have a little more faith in me,” you showed him a smile. “You forget I like a little chaos.”

Jeonghan paused, but then a smile spread on his lips. “You’re right about that,” he muttered. “You are a little bit chaotic yourself.”

You dropped your mouth in a faux aghast expression. “No, I’m not,” you chuckled.

His sweet brown eyes read the features of your face, and you saw them brighten with some mischievous idea. “Were you one of those haughty girls when you were in school?” he asked, laughing at your expression.

“What is that supposed to mean?” you asked, arching one eyebrow.

“Were you the kind that reminded the teacher to check the assignments?” he chuckled when you moved to push his shoulder.

You gave him an exasperated look. “I mean, I was the only one doing those assignments, and all for the professor to forget about them?!”

“Oof, I would’ve hated you in high school,” he asserted with a low chuckle.

“So you were one of those kids that slacked off in class?” you quipped back.

“Hey, I might have been a slacker, but I was still top of the class,” he asserted, blinking at you proudly.

“Shut up,” you giggled. “I would’ve hated you in high school.”

Jeonghan chuckled, encircling his arms around you to pull you tightly to his chest. “Good thing we didn’t meet in school,” he muttered, right before dipping to meet your lips with his own. “Although I think I would’ve had a crush on you.”

“Now you’re spewing nonsense, Mr. Yoon,” you said with a sweet giggle that sent chills down Jeonghan’s spine. “I was your typical nerd in high school.”

“What, like you’re not a typical nerd now?” he laughed when you just whined at him, pressing his lips against yours one more time. “I would’ve crushed on you so hard, no matter how much you got in my nerves.”

“Now that you mention it, you would’ve got in my nerves constantly,” you said with a smile. “But I do admit that I am a sucker for that.”

His eyes widened in shock. “Ooh, let me act surprised,” he joked. “Thanks for the confirmation, though.”

The crowd went alive with a loud roar as the lights of the stage and the theatre went out. Even with the lights out, you could still make out Jeonghan’s face, the smile on it as he looked at you. It warmed your heart to see that Jeonghan was happy, and in love.

“Show’s starting,” you pressed a kiss on his lips and turned around to face the stage that was covered by a thick layer of smoke.

The overhead lights lit up in warm orange and yellow colors, casting sharp shadows and building excitement across the crowd. Then one by one, the members of Midnight Haze started to show up, Jihoon making it to his drums without making it a show, sitting down on the stool, and grabbing his drumsticks. Then Vernon joined the stage with a gentle gait, grabbing the neon green bass guitar on the stand where his spot on the stage was and crossing the strap on his shoulder.

The crowd went crazy with a load uproar when the stage lights changed position, focusing on the center of the stage as Joshua stepped in, waving at the crowd with a charming smile on his face. He took his white guitar, throwing the strap on his shoulder with ease and grabbed the mic on the stand.

“Goodnight everyone!” Joshua’s voice boomed from the stage and through the whole theatre. The big screens showed him and his bandmates, all excited to perform their last show of the tour. “Ready to have fun?” he smirked, his fingers grabbing a pick from the stand and picking the first chords of his guitar.

Jihoon lifted his drumsticks in the air, bringing them down with a splashing sound to join the ruckus of the noise. The first song they played was one of the singles of his album. It was loud and fun and represented Midnight Haze perfectly. It was a rebellious song, that called for everyone to dance along.

And you could tell that the boys loved playing this song, it had them dancing on their feet or bobbing their heads to it. It was a song that you could tell they wrote with the sole intention of making the crowd loosen up and gear up for the show. And as Joshua sang the lyrics, he smiled against the mic, the camera capturing his perfectly beautiful face.

Woke up late, got my shoes on tight,Feeling good, and I'm ready for the night,Turn it up, turn it up, feel the fire,Living life on the edge, we’ll take it higher,All night long, we’re gonna shout it out,Come on, baby, let’s get loud!

The stage lit up in white lights, dancing on the floor and to the beat of the music, which resounded inside you, making you dance to it. Jeonghan was dancing along to it as well, rocking his head side to side, his long dark hair shaking as he did so.

The performance took off, showing the Midnight Haze boys’ skills as they played song after song, barely taking any rest. They only paused for water and for wiping off the sweat off their faces. Joshua looked tired after one and a half hours into the show, but the energy that he exhibited created an allure to him. Every time he was shown on the big screens, the crowd went crazy, and he smiled shyly at the uproar of the masses.

“How are you guys doing?” he spoke into the mic with big breaths, his hands set on his hips as the guitar hung on his shoulder. The crowd screamed and applauded, creating a loud buzzing noise that you imagined could be heard from miles away.

Joshua smiled only, looking at the sea of people with glimmering eyes. “This next song is called Euphoria. I hope you enjoy,” he said, and turned around to give his bandmates a signal by bowing his head.

Jihoon nodded, clashing his drumsticks once, twice, and then started playing a steady beat, to which Vernon followed with the bass and then Joshua joined in with a melodic riff of his guitar. Joshua danced with a soft sway as he came closer to his spot, and once the beat of the music prepared for the first verse, he lifted his lips to the mic.

She’s got a smile that could tear me apart,Like a haunting melody played on my heart,I reach for her, but she slips through my hands,A faded dream that leaves me weak.But until then, I’ll live with the fire,Chasing her shadow, longing for the desireShe leaves me hanging on every word,Every promise she’s ever made has blurred.

It was a steadier song, unlike the rest. A ballad that still invited you to dance, but mostly to listen to Joshua’s soft voice swimming over the crowd. Jeonghan’s arms returned to wrap around your body, hugging you from behind so he could rest his head on your shoulder. You welcomed his embrace, snuggling up to it without removing your eyes from the stage.

“I wonder who this song is about,” Jeonghan said in your ear, and you could feel his lips curving in a smile.

Your heart gave a jolt against your chest, but you said nothing, instead, you just sang along the lyrics, knowing that in fact, Joshua wrote this song with you in mind; it told of the time when you and Joshua had not solidified a relationship yet, and you were giving him mixed signals, driving him and yourself crazy.

She’s the danger I can’t leave behind,I chase her shadow, but I can’t make her mine,Her smile’s a puzzle, a riddle untold,Her lips like fire, but her heart stays cold,Her love’s a fire, but it burns so slow,Like a ghost in the dark, she’s all I know,I’m caught in the spell, don’t wanna break the ties,I’m lost in the shadow of her eyes.

As you were watching him sing, you saw the raw emotion on his face, he frowned as he sing, closing his eyes, his chest swelling with each intake of breath. Then it hit you. Joshua could feel every emotion so intensely in his heart, that it was difficult for him to let it show, only being able to scream what he felt through music.

You knew that Joshua would never walk away from this, because as much as he loved being with you in the quiet, peaceful home you built with him, he also belonged on stage. You wondered then, what you would have do to protect that the same way he wanted to protect your privacy from the media and the world. You wondered, how would you do it now that Jeonghan was also your partner and Joshua’s too.

Jeonghan swayed his body, dragging you along with the gentle dance as he wrapped you in his arms. You turned your head at the same time he did the same, your eyes meeting with his for a long moment. Everything you had to go through to get to this moment crashed against your heart, robbing you of air. Jeonghan had to go through different challenged to get here, to be your partner. It seemed understandable that he would present himself a bit reluctant to agreed to Joshua’s proposition, and yours.

Jeonghan had put what mattered most to him to be with you, and now that Joshua was finally coming to terms with the turmoil in his heart, Jeonghan had to face that too, and although you did not know what was going on in his mind, you understood his reluctance. And would give him the time he needed to come to his resolve.

He smiled at you when your gaze swam all over the features of his face, leaning to give you a long, loving kiss.

Despite the exhaustion from the flight, the concert, interviews and such, Joshua looked at ease. Upon returning to the hotel room, he emptied his pockets on the small desk pushed to the wall of the room, and sat down on one of the chairs with a pleased sigh.

Jeonghan snorted, taking off his plaid shirt to discard it on the other chair, and sitting down on it. There was no need to say that Joshua was feeling more relaxed with himself now that he had taken one thing out of the way when he confessed his feelings to Jeonghan. Even the air felt different between you and them.

“I’m hungry. Shall we order room service?” Jeonghan asked as he removed his boots.

You were also taking off your jacket, neatly moving it on a hook to put it inside the small closet space. The question drew your curiosity, eyeing your two boyfriends sitting on each chair. Jeonghan had his knees spread, leaning his back in a relaxed position. Joshua had just taken his black converse off, sending a look at Jeonghan.

“Uh, right now?” Joshua asked, glancing your way and then back to Jeonghan.

Jeonghan raised his eyebrows. “Are you not hungry?” he asked, but the brightened look in his eyes told you he was trying not to smile.

“Yeah, but I was thinking of taking a shower,” Joshua replied, his tone cautious, much as if he were not disclosing part of his small plan.

“You can shower while we wait for food,” Jeonghan shrugged, his mouth kept in a pout, and that was how you knew for sure, Jeonghan was teasing Joshua.

“We can shower,” you cut in, knowing what Joshua had been trying to get at. “And later when we’re done, we can order food,” you said, throwing a look at Jeonghan. “Stop teasing him.”

“Who, me?” Jeonghan blinked, raising a finger to point at himself.

“Yeah, you. Stop it,” you giggled at him, but walked to Joshua, nonetheless, grabbing his hand. “Let’s go.”

“I’m not invited?” Jeonghan rose to his feet as well, following you and Joshua to the bathroom door.

“You’re invited to watch if you promise to behave,” you conditioned impishly.

“I can’t make promises like that,” Jeonghan said, raising his palms at you. “But I’ll try.”

“Do try,” Joshua punctuated, smiling softly at the childish exchange.

“Ah, I’m just playing with you, Shuji,” Jeonghan said.  

“We know,” you and Joshua replied in unison.

You started the shower, wasting no time and moving to push Joshua’s flannel shirt off his shoulders. You were glad for a moment that Jeonghan had taken your warning seriously, because he stood by the doorway to the bathroom, leaning against the frame with his arms crossed as he watched you get rid of Joshua’s clothes piece by piece.

“You were amazing tonight. I liked the show a lot,” you mumbled, sneaking a look up to his face as he watched you undo his belt, pulling it from the belt loops and letting it fall on the floor.

“Thank you,” he replied in kind but lifting a hand to pinch your chin gently. “Did you dance a lot?”

You nodded, undoing the button of his washed denim pants. “With Hannie,” you replied to his question. “We had fun.”

“I’m glad, baby,” he said with a sweet tone, starting to take your clothes off as well.

Once you were both standing under the stream of warm water, Joshua pulled you in for a hug. As soon as your bodies came into contact with each other, your pulse quickened too. The shower was spacious, its walls were made of crystal, so Jeonghan got a view of Joshua’s hands running all over your naked body, caressing the line of your back with his fingers.

Jeonghan could not remove his eyes from the image before him, he had never felt so attracted to two people at once. It was the best he could ever ask for, being so in love with you and at the same time, being able to finally express what he felt for Joshua aloud.

And Joshua was, for lack of a better word alluring to Jeonghan. Everything about him was attractive, his eyes, his lips, the way the muscles of his abdomen and legs shifted with every move. Jeonghan had been thinking about it ever since he saw Joshua performing on stage earlier.

You closed your eyes, lacing your fingers behind his nape to pull him into a kiss. “You looked so hot on stage,” you blurted on Joshua’s lips, ignoring the sound of your own voice, breathy and sweet.

“Really?” he smiled into the kiss, pressing his lips on yours softly.

“Yeah,” you sighed, as his hands travelled farther down your back, parking on your ass and giving it a squeeze. You giggled nervously, sending a quick look at Jeonghan, who remained watching everything from afar obediently.

Joshua followed your eyes, his beautifully chapped lips curling in a shy smile when he found Jeonghan staring from the doorway. “Are you eager for tonight, princess?” Joshua asked, pressing his hands against your ass to bring your body against his tightly.

“Eh?” you turned, looking at him in confusion. It had been ages since Joshua called you that. And you mostly just expected Jeonghan to use that name on you.

Joshua smiled with his eyes knowingly, bringing a hand to cup your cheek so he could hold you in place as he gave you a gentle kiss. “Jeonghan and I will fuck tonight,” he whispered against your lips, smiling when you sighed a moan. “Are you okay with that, baby?”

“Of course I am,” you replied, your tone sugary and breathy at the same time, showing how aroused you were already.

“That’s my girl,” he said, pressing another kiss on your lips.

A shudder invaded you, making your blood dance beneath your skin upon the thought of watching your boyfriends fuck. “Let’s wash you up,” you breathed, making him laugh at your eagerness.

“Okay,” Joshua replied, letting your hands wash every inch of his skin as thoroughly as possible, covering his beautifully tanned skin with soap bubbles.

Once you finished washing up, you covered your body with a bathrobe as Joshua dried his brown hair as best as he could with a towel. Jeonghan was waiting on the bed, you imagined he sat down at first, but as time went on he leaned back, propping his body with his elbows. But he stood up when he saw you coming back to the bedroom, and you noticed he was nervous.

You sat on the edge of the mattress, smoothing your hands over the creamy white duvet. “Can I watch?” you asked shyly, looking at both of your boyfriends standing before the bed.

Jeonghan tilted his head slightly to one side. “What do you want us to do, princess?”

This was a new part of the relationship that you were nervous about, nearly afraid to explore. But also, so eager. Seeing Jeonghan’s reaction back in the shower had given you the idea of simply watching your two boyfriends exploring each other, loving each other freely.

So you just shrugged. “Whatever you both are comfortable with doing,” you replied, mostly looking at Joshua.

You were about to be reminded that neither of your boyfriends lacked daring. Sure, they often needed a little push, but you just had given them what they needed. Joshua did not lose time, grabbing Jeonghan by the back of his neck and giving a firm tug. Jeonghan met Joshua halfway in a brief kiss. The first kiss looked featherlight, as if they were being careful, meeting each other again.

But you could see how quickly that cautiousness dissipated once they got a taste of each other’s mouths. Diving for another kiss, one of them grunted and it was hard for you to know who it was who made the breathy sound. They were at each other’s lips, a light dance of exploration, tasting and revelling themselves at the touch.

Jeonghan lifted his hands, blindly searching Joshua’s chest, caressing with his fingers until he stopped his touch at the hips, pulling forward. Their bodies touched, and Joshua responded with a muffled moan, sinking his fingers in Jeonghan’s dark hair, and forcing his lips into a harder kiss, which Jeonghan reciprocated at once.

You were completely mesmerized. The sight was too alluring, too irresistible to even blink. You were not only caught up in the need to feel them on your lips, to feel their touch, but you knew what each of their kisses felt like. You knew how it felt to be touched by Jeonghan, you knew how it felt to be kissed by Joshua.

You leaned back on your elbows, looking at your boyfriends kissing each other, exploring their bodies with satisfied moans. Joshua started ripping every piece of clothing on Jeonghan’s body with no shame, starting by stripping him off the white t-shirt, and then the baggy blue jeans.

Once they got rid of everything putting a barrier between their skins, Jeonghan moved a hand under Joshua’s jaw, holding it with ginger fingers as he kissed the apple of Joshua’s cheek, who opened his eyes slowly, his plump lips parting slightly in desire as his gaze found you. “Are you enjoying this, baby?” 

You nodded silently, biting your lower lip to mask your smile. Your gaze dropped to their bodies, pressed together, Jeonghan’s hands cradling Joshua’s face moved down on to grab his ass, his lips making a trail of kisses on Joshua’s neck. “Hannie don’t bite me,” Joshua giggled airily.

Jeonghan detached his mouth from Joshua’s skin, both moving simultaneously to find each other’s lips with a brief kiss, their wet lips creating a soft smacking sound that had your blood sizzling beneath your skin. Joshua leaned his forehead against Jeonghan’s, licking his own lips right before his hands travelled down Jeonghan’s back, circling to grip him by the hips and tug him closer.

You shuddered at the sight of them moving at the same time, neither asking for permission nor stopping to test each other. Their hands explored each other, Joshua leaned to trap Jeonghan’s lips in a long, wet kiss as his hand circled Jeonghan’s dick by his pretty length, pumping him a few times, just as Jeonghan grabbed Joshua’s veiny shaft with equally languid strokes.

At that, you could no longer resist yourself, sneaking a hand between your legs, parting the flaps of your bathrobe. The tip of your finger glided between your slick folds, making you moan at the much-desired contact as you watched your boyfriends moan in each other’s mouths, stroking each other languidly. 

They stopped kissing, sharing one long look as their hands moved on each other’s dick at the same pace. Jeonghan sent you one glance and smiled, making Joshua do the same, his gaze finding you on the bed, legs parted, stroking your clit, circling it with your fingertip, rubbing your arousal all over your cunt.

“I think Baby likes this,” Jeonghan said, turning his face to Joshua’s.

“Fuck,” Joshua breathed, swallowing back a moan.

“Mmn,” Jeonghan hummed, diving for another open kiss on Joshua’s neck that ended up with a light grazing of his teeth against his skin.

“Fuck, you–,” Joshua gritted in pleasure as his body tensed visibly.

Jeonghan laughed, stumbling back when Joshua used his hands to push him to the bed, he sat before he let his body lean back, his happy eyes finding you. “What do you say, princess, should we punish Josh for being so damn emotionally constipated, or do you want him to take the lead tonight?”

Joshua stopped, just as he was making a move to climb on top of Jeonghan’s body on the bed, his knee hiked on the edge of the mattress. “What?” he blurted. “What did I do now?”

“I’m asking her, not you,” Jeonghan bit back.

You liked your lips, burning in utter desire. “I think we should use him,” you nodded, smiling at the glint in Jeonghan’s eyes.

“Mmn,” Jeonghan pretended to ponder for a second, raising a hand to pinch your chin. “How do you want to use him, princess? Do you want to fuck yourself on his cock?”

A smile played on your lips. “Can I keep watching, Hannie?” you asked, batting your eyelashes.

Jeonghan mirrored the smile, but his was slow and triumphant. “Of course, baby,” he cooed, running the pad of his thumb on your bottom lip, which you nibbled at softly. “Get him on the bed.”

You gathered yourself on the bed, crawling on your hands and knees to the foot, where you sat back on your heels. You had to raise your gaze to find Joshua’s, darkened by wanton need, his pouty lips parted slightly.

“Are you there, Josh?” you asked with a honeyed tone.

The pout turned into a smile slowly. “You’re turning on me,” he accused, but there was nothing in his tone to indicate that he was displeased with the idea of Jeonghan being in control for the night.

“I’ll make up for it, babe,” you replied, keeping the sweet tone on him. “I promise.”

Joshua smirked, bringing a hand to cradle your cheek. “I expect nothing less,” he mumbled, locking his lips with yours in a featherlight kiss that had you emitting a low moan at once. The thought of Joshua’s lips meeting yours after making out with Jeonghan gave you a different lure.

You reached for his hand, taking it on your own, his long fingers warm and calloused from playing the guitar for hours. “Come here, big boy,” you whispered, pulling him softly to the bed, where he was already pressing a knee on, so he just followed you, obediently lying down between Jeonghan and you.

“Take your robes off, princess.”  

Sending a quick glance at Jeonghan, you nodded at him. “Okay,” you mumbled.

You did as he said, looking at Joshua’s long and toned body lying on the bed, his skin adorned with droplets of water here and there, his hand resting below his sternum. He did not shy away from your staring, smiling softly at you when your gaze lowered to his hard cock, stirring proudly on his lower abdomen, and leaking in precum.

Jeonghan was lying on his side, propping himself up on his elbow, equally as alluring. His damp hair dripped on the covers as he leaned his head to one side, his gaze gliding over Joshua’s body, unable to focus on one part of him. They looked at each other for a second that stretched out, only breaking when Jeonghan inched closer to Joshua.

You watched as they met in a slow, wet kiss, neither of them paused before it, like joined by a magnetic force. Jeonghan’s lips trapped Joshua’s lower, outlining it with his tongue. The response your body got from watching them kiss was like no other, you could not believe you could feel so intensely from just looking.

Joshua raised a hand to cup Jeonghan’s nape, forcing a hungry kiss. You saw a glimpse of Joshua’s tongue, licking Jeonghan’s bottom lip before their tongues met briefly, continuing to kiss each other with abandon and a hunger that only incited your own.

Jeonghan moved his body on top of Joshua’s neither breaking the hard kiss, their hands roving on each other’s skin freely, as though they were aching to touch each other like this for years. Joshua’s hand circled Jeonghan’s waist gripping him with gentle fingers as Jeonghan lowered his body on top of Joshua’s, meeting each other wholly, skin on skin.

One hand had remained on Jeonghan’s nape, and you saw Joshua’s fingers curl around the dark mane of hair, pulling softly, but demanding more. “Behave,” Jeonghan stilled, his lips lingering on Joshua’s, moving sensually with each word: “Or I’ll use your belt to restrain your hands.”

Joshua smirked briefly before pressing a kiss on Jeonghan’s lips. “That sounds fun,” he replied with his honeyed tone. “But I’ll behave. Just for tonight.”

“Brat,” Jeonghan spat.

“Are you surprised?” Joshua bit back, arching his pierced eyebrow.

“Don’t make me consider using the belt,” Jeonghan grunted, but his commanding tone fainted as he dipped his head on Joshua’s neck, pressing quick kisses on the curve of his shoulder.

“What if I want it?” Joshua giggled, having his fun by challenging Jeonghan.

“I don’t want to do that the first time I fuck you,” he said slowly. “Besides, I want Princess to have her fun too,” he muttered against Joshua’s neck.

“Fuck,” Joshua tensed, squeezing his eyes tightly. “But you never bite Bunny like this,” he complained, his tone waning too.

“Because she bruises like a peach,” Jeonghan giggled, sending you a look. “Do you still have that bruise, baby?”

You bit your lip, nodding. “Yes, Hannie,” you raised one knee toward the ceiling, revealing a glimpse of your inner thigh, very close to your pussy. There was a bruise, small but still visible and greenish.

“So that’s what it was,” Joshua smirked, his eyelids fluttering when his throat was grazed by Jeonghan’s teeth, making him moan.

“Do you like that, Josh?” you asked as Jeonghan made a trail of lovebites on Joshua’s neck and collarbones. You enjoyed Joshua’s eyes glazing over, his mouth parted as he nodded with his head dumbly.

“Yeah. Feels good,” he muttered faintly as Jeonghan placed an open-mouthed kiss on one of Joshua’s pecs. In fact, Joshua was over the moon. His heart going a mile per hour as he looked at your face flushed in expectation, while Jeonghan littered his chest with kisses.

You saw Jeonghan placing a wet kiss on Joshua’s pec, stopping to lick a circle around Joshua’s nipple right before grazing at it with his teeth. You had to press your thighs together upon feeling a slight jolt of nervousness that shot straight to your core.

Joshua groaned quietly in pleasure, a slight frown appearing on his face. “Are you enjoying this, baby?” he asked, opening his eyes.

“Yeah,” you breathed, and Joshua smiled at you briefly, right before Jeonghan sank down, placing a wet kiss on his hipbone.

“Don’t you want to touch yourself?” he mumbled, his tone waning as his hand found Jeonghan’s head, threading his fingers in his hair.

“Stroke your clit, princess,” Jeonghan muttered, raising his gaze to find your blushing face. And you realized that they had noticed your body tensing.

Before you did as he told you, you lied back on the covers beside Joshua, keeping your gaze trained in his hands, gripping the base of Joshua’s cock, jerking him off a few times again, his lip curling upon hearing the raunchy and short moans that spilled from Joshua’s parted lips.

You planted your feet on the mattress, parting your legs slightly to sneak a hand in, rubbing the pads of your pointer and middle finger on your swollen bud. A moan escaped you at once upon finding your cunt swollen and sopping wet, but all focus was on Jeonghan’s hand, jerking Joshua’s cock with a playful look on his face.

Then Jeonghan leaned over to wrap his mouth around Joshua’s swollen cockhead, dragging a deep moan from him. You moaned with Joshua, the sight alone might have sent you into your climax, watching Jeonghan slid his pretty mouth up and sinking down Joshua’s big cock was out of the ordinary alluring for you.

“Fuck,” Joshua gritted out, his eyes focused on Jeonghan alone, watching his cock disappearing in Jeonghan’s mouth.

Drool gathered on the corners of Jeonghan’s lips as he took Joshua’s cock farther, the tip hitting the back of his throat, feeling every vein of his shaft as he pulled his mouth up, swirling his tongue around the bulbous head.

Jeonghan’s eyes flitted to you, as you fingered yourself to the pace of the bobbing of his head, which he pulled up, his lips wrapping around Joshua’s cockhead made a wet sound as he detached his mouth from it. “Sit on his face, baby,” Jeonghan muttered softly at you, motioning with the tip of his nose at Joshua’s face.

You bit your lip, and nodded, clumsily gathering your limbs on the bed to crawl to the head of the bed until you stopped right before the pillows and Joshua’s shoulders. “I’ve never sat on your face,” you realized with a nervous giggle.

“Really?” Jeonghan clicked his tongue, repeatedly. “You’ve never let our baby sit on your face? Bad boy.”  

Joshua showed you a smirk, blinking slowly at you. He extended one arm at you. “Come here, baby,” he said, and you stood on your knees, placing each one on the pillows at each side of Joshua’s head. “Sit,” he commanded, grabbing you by your hips with his large hands and bringing you down, forcing you to sit your cunt on his face.

“God,” you muttered nervously as his mouth started to work on your pussy lips, licking a fat stripe on your folds to lave at your arousal. “Oh god,” you parroted. Now you were face to face with Jeonghan, getting another angle of him pleasuring Joshua’s cock.

Joshua added a little bit of pressure with his hands on your ass, forcing you to move your hips slightly as he made out with your pussy, giving it broad strokes with his tongue. You moaned, trying not to close your eyes as Jeonghan bobbed his head up and down, sinking his pretty mouth on Joshua’s cock, you noticed that his own cock was hard, and leaking with precum.

Jeonghan lifted his eyes to you as he continued sucking Joshua’s cock, who repeated the motion of his hands on your hips, forcing you to move. Jeonghan pulled his mouth free smiling as he said, “He’s telling you to move, princess.”

“Eh?” you asked dumbly, lifting your hips from Joshua’s face, looking down at him. “Am I hurting you, Josh?”

Joshua giggled, the sound sweet and slightly muffled. “Not at all, baby,” he said. “Just grind on me a little, it’ll feel good.”

“How?” you frowned.

“Just grind your pussy on his tongue, baby,” Jeonghan added right before he took Joshua’s cock in his mouth, smirking as Joshua moaned loudly.

“Fuck, baby, do it now,” Joshua growled, using his hands once again to bring your ass down to his face.

“Oh god, okay,” you blurted, placing your hands on the mattress for support and started swaying your hips gently back and forth, rubbing your pussy on Joshua’s tongue. “Oh god,” you moaned once you felt the pleasure building up fast.

It grew quiet for a second, the silence interrupted only by your moans and Joshua’s as you started grinding your pussy on his mouth at a faster pace, and Jeonghan bobbed his head, matching your pace too.

Joshua moaned loudly against your pussy, the sound lewd and sweet and so telling that he was close. But the warning did little for Jeonghan, who was pulling his mouth from Joshua’s cockhead as ropes of cum spurted from the reddened tip, disappearing once Jeonghan ran his tongue all over the mess, picking up the cum from Joshua’s cockhead and shaft, cleaning him off with soft hums of pleasure.

Seeing Joshua come on Jeonghan’s mouth inched you closer to your own orgasm, and Jeonghan read it on your face, heard it in your moans. He leaned over Joshua’s body, trapping your chin with his hand to plant an open kiss on your mouth, making you taste Joshua’s cum too.

The motions of your hips became fast and short, rubbing your pussy on Joshua as you reached your climax. You moaned loudly, shaking on his mouth as your orgasm shot up your body, sizzling beneath your skin from your cunt to your face.

“That’s it, baby,” Jeonghan cooed softly, enjoying the face you made when you came. Your jaw went slack, eyes rolling back as you closed your eyes, savoring every second of your high as you finished grinding your pussy on Joshua’s tongue.

The covers were soft on your skin once you slumped and rolled over on the large bed. You sighed a moan, as Jeonghan caressed Joshua’s thighs. He was breathing hard as well, his pretty doe eyes closed but he smiled and then said, “That was amazing,” he rasped.

You turned your head on the pillows to look at him. He was equally fucked out as you were, panting hard, his eyes dreamy as they found yours. “Yeah,” you sighed. “Are you ready for more, babe?” you asked.

Joshua nodded, and for one moment, Jeonghan was thrown back to the day he met Joshua, realizing he had hosted an attraction ever since, letting it grow but ever so slowly. He leaned over, pressing his bare chest against Joshua’s to plant a kiss on his lips.

“What do you want?” Jeonghan asked slowly, and you saw the brief pause, the tip of his nose bumping with Joshua’s before he met his lips with his own.

“Fuck me,” Joshua breathed, bringing his hands to cup Jeonghan’s head, his fingers tangling in the mane of dark hair. “Fuck me like you’ve always dreamed of,” he said, his words rising in a tone of desperation, as though he had been holding back the thought of it for days, weeks.

“Umn, what makes you think I’d ever dreamed of fucking you?” Jeonghan teased, propping one kiss on Joshua’s lips with a playful manner, just like he always did with you.

“Please,” Joshua breathed, closing his eyes slowly and swallowing hard. “I want this—I want you,” he said, the words tumbling out of his mouth before he could stop them.  

“How do you want me?” Jeonghan asked, and you quickly understood what game he was playing. Teasing Joshua with swift, fleeting kisses on his skin, asking questions that would lead him to beg for Jeonghan to fuck him.

Joshua parted his mouth, craning his neck for Jeonghan to leave a love bite on his throat. “I want you inside me,” he drawled out without shame, closing his eyes to enjoy the torturous kisses that Jeonghan left on his skin.

“Mmn,” Jeonghan pursed his lips in a mocking expression. “You could take my cock in your mouth, is that what you want?”

Joshua rolled his eyes in a near exasperated look. “You know what I mean, Jeonghan.”

“Do I?” he tilted his head ever so slightly.

You snorted.

“What?” Jeonghan asked, turning to see you.

“Don’t act like you don’t want this, Hannie,” you smirked.

Jeonghan shrugged lightly. “Got me,” he said with a matching smirk. “I just wanted to hear him beg a little.”

“Can’t you leave that for another night?” you raised your brows.

“Please,” Joshua sighed, and then laughed.

“Alright, alright,” Jeonghan laughed as well, crushing his mouth on Joshua’s. “Only because Bunny’s right and I do want this just as bad as you do.”

“Then get on with it,” Joshua muttered against Jeonghan’s lips.

“God you two are the same. So fucking needy,” Jeonghan complained, chuckling lightly. “Put one of your knees up.”

Jeonghan sat back on his haunches, reaching to grab the bottle of lube he had placed on the nightstand. He rubbed the slick liquid on his fingers on one hand as he supported himself with the other. Then, he leaned to kiss Joshua, and they kissed deeply, both moaning into the kiss as Jeonghan took his lubed fingers and stopped before Joshua’s balls.

Jeonghan paused, detaching his lips from Joshua’s to look at him in the eyes, then his fingers inched further down, the pointer finger caressing Joshua’s entrance, circling it with the tip of his lubed finger. Jeonghan bit his bottom lip, looking at Joshua’s facial features dissolve and change into pleasure.

A shudder went through your body. You knew how it felt like, to have Jeonghan’s fingers in you, stretching you out for his cock slowly, testing what made you go off, what made you beg for his cock. You licked your lips in anticipation, fixating your gaze on Joshua’s fac.

“Tickles,” Joshua laughed lightly, shaking with some nervousness and anticipation.

“Is it cold?” Jeonghan asked, like he was having a normal conversation with his best friend. But in fact, he was nervous too.

“A bit, yeah,” Joshua replied. “But it’s okay.”

“Okay,” Jeonghan nodded, pressing the tip of his finger on Joshua’s entrance, and sinking an inch further.

Joshua’s mouth parted, letting out a silent groan. “Oh,” he frowned slightly.

“Good?” Jeonghan stilled.

Joshua nodded. “Keep going.”

“Okay,” Jeonghan pushed in another finger on Joshua’s entrance, lifting his head to look at you. “Touch yourself, baby.”

Jeonghan kept going, adding a third finger, cautious of his touch so he kept it gentle, focused on Joshua’s face to see any signs of discomfort.

But Joshua could have melted into a puddle of pleasure and anticipation for more, he wanted more, and more, more. “Please,” he whispered. “More,” he said, understanding the situations where you had been in his place, revelling at the fact that he was living one of the fantasies that he had lived through you.

You cradled Joshua’s cheek with one hand, commanding his doe eyes to yours before you gave him a sweet kiss. “You’re doing good, Josh,” you muttered with a light tone.

“Princess,” Jeonghan commanded your eyes to him, motioning to the condoms on the nightstand. And you understood perfectly without him saying it. So you sat on your knees, reaching to grab the condom and ripped the package with your fingers, and carefully grabbed the condom, rolling it on Jeonghan’s hard cock to his hilt.

“Thank you, baby,” he whispered, receiving your soft kiss on his lips. Then he pushed a fourth finger in, having Joshua’s thighs tensing in both pain and pleasure, making Jeonghan stroke his own cock with his hand, lubing himself up.

Jeonghan pressed one hand on the mattress for support, as the other guided his cock to Joshua’s entrance. You looked at Joshua tensing up slightly, but diffusing his own nervousness as he took in one deep breath. They shared one look right before Jeonghan pressed the tip of his cock against Joshua’s entrance, and started sinking in, inch by inch, slowly.

Their mouths parted at the same time, but ever so slightly. “Fuck,” Joshua breathed, closing his eyes.

Jeonghan cursed under his breath too, retreating his hips one inch, then sinking back inside Joshua. “Good?” he breathed, looking at Joshua expectantly.

“Great,” Joshua replied in kind, lifting his other knee to his chest, opening himself more for Jeonghan’s pretty cock.

Jeonghan started rutting his hips against Joshua’s ass, pushing his cock further with each stroke. You knew how it felt, to have him inside you, to be stuffed full of his cock. You could no longer take the pleasure brimming inside you, and tarted stroking your clit with your fingers, dipping them inside you to rub your slick all over your clit, and started swirling your fingers around it, unable to drag your gaze away.

“G-god,” Jeonghan closed his eyes, pushing his hips at a gentle pace, the pressure building inside him showed on his face, on the vein popping on his forehead and neck. It felt so good, so tight, he was becoming addicted to it quickly, starting to thrust with more abandon.

“Fuck,” Joshua gritted again, his hands grabbing onto the bundles of bedcovers, trying to anchor himself to something before he lost all self-control. “J-jeonghan…” he moaned, his voice breaking in uncontrolled need for more, and more.

You saw as Jeonghan’s muscles contracted and went lax with each stroke of his hips, his face contorted in pure, sweet pleasure, matching Joshua’s expression too, who tried to keep himself angled for Jeonghan’s cock. The dancing of their bodies was too seducing, too enticing. Pressure burst inside you, blooming in every part of your body, its tingling lingering on your skin.

You moaned lewdly, unable to look away as Jeonghan fucked Joshua slowly, his eyes flitted to your face and smiled. “Princess,” he whispered, as you trembled in the gentle waves of the orgasm that consumed you.

“Mmn?” you replied, breathing heavily.

“T-touch him,” he commanded with an urgency that you understood well, pushing his hips against Joshua desperately.

You rolled on the bed on your side, lifting your body with one elbow to take Joshua’s cock with your hand, rubbing the slick on your fingers all over his shaft. Joshua moaned, blinking repeatedly as his eyes focused on your face.

“You close?” you muttered lightly, and Joshua nodded with sharp motions. You rolled your hand on his cock faster, your eyes wandering to where Jeonghan met his hips with Joshua’s ass, thrusting his cock faster.

“Fuck,” Jeonghan moaned loudly, louder than you had ever heard him before, he closed his eyes in pure pleasure and breathed raggedly. “I’m there.”

Both looked at each other before they started making the rawest, sweetest moans as they came undone at the same time, ropes of cum spilling onto the back of your hand as Jeonghan pushed thrusted sloppily against Joshua, spilling himself into the condom with raunchy moans that made you want to moan with them too.

Jeonghan lifted a hand, caressing Joshua’s tummy as he gave a few sloppy thrusts, finishing inside him as he breathed tiredly, just as Joshua was, biting his bottom lip without tearing his eyes off Jeonghan. They looked at each other for a long moment, and you wanted once again to share their mind, to listen in on their channel they so jealously kept to themselves.

You leaned against Joshua’s face, pushing the tip of your nose on his cheek before pressing a kiss on the shell of his ear. “You did so good, babe,” you whispered.

Jeonghan climbed down the bed and disappeared behind the bathroom door, leaving you with a very exhausted Joshua, still lying on the bed. He was breathing hard, his face so relaxed that for a second you believed him to be asleep.

You got up, going around the bed to reach for the pack of wet tissues on the nightstand, and started cleaning off the cum on the back of your hand, and the few beads on Joshua’s lower tummy. You discarded the tissues and went back to lie down beside him on the bed. “How are you, babe?” you asked softly, running a palm over his chest, feeling the vibrations of his heartbeat.

“Amazing,” he sighed, grabbing your hand and kissing your knuckles. “You?” he raised his eyebrows.

“I’m good,” you muttered with a sheepish smile.

“You didn’t get to come again,” he realized, shifting his hand to grab you by the waist, turning slightly on the bed. “Come here,” he whispered.

“Joshua, I’m fine,” you said with a short giggle. “You should rest, you came pretty hard.”

“I said come here,” he said playfully, tightening the grip on your waist, pulling you to his body.

“Okay,” you conceded, letting him pull your body closer to his on the bed. You were still lying side to side, so it was easy for him to sneak a hand between your legs to run the pads of his pointer and middle finger on your folds.

“You’re so wet,” he muttered, his eyes glinting with desire again. “Just from watching us, baby,” he said in a tone that resembled praise. “Why couldn’t you come again?”

“I grew sensitive,” you mumbled, shuddering when his fingers glided on your folds a couple of times again, dipping slightly in your entrance. “It was really fun watching you.”

“Yeah, baby?” he cooed, smirking at you when you responded with a quiet nod. “Want me to touch you?”

“Yes, please,” you sighed, closing your eyes blissfully as his middle and ring fingers slipped inside your pussy. “God, Josh…”

“That’s right, baby,” he praised when you automatically started rocking your hips with short motions, fucking yourself on his hand. “Use me,” Joshua whispered.

Your breath hitched embarrassingly loud when a new set of hands encircled your waist, making you turn over your shoulder. “Hannie,” you sighed lewdly, a warmth creeping beneath your cheeks. 

Jeonghan occupied the empty side of the bed, lying behind you, his chest pressed against your back. His hands gripped you by the hips, helping you to move them on Joshua’s hand. “Mmn, princess you’re making a mess on Joshua’s fingers.”

The squelching noises became louder when Jeonghan started helping you rock your hips, littering the back of your shoulder with kisses.

Joshua curled his fingers inside you, nibbling your lower lip with his teeth. “Make a mess, baby,” Joshua said, his lips lingering on yours, pressing soft kisses on them. “Did you like watching Hannie fuck me?”

“Uh-huh,” you moaned, shuddering at the crude language your boyfriend used.

But he enjoyed it more, “I get now why you like his cock so much,” Joshua taunted, pulling back so he could look at your face. “You always behave like a slut when he fucks you.”

Your mouth fell open, giving way to a strangled moan. You nodded dumbly, and that only made Joshua’s grin grow on his face.

“That’s what you are, a good slut for us, right?” Jeonghan whispered in your ear, leaving small kisses on the shell. “Are you gonna come on Joshua’s fingers?”

You rocked your hips faster, enjoying that Joshua had started to move his hand too, pressing his fingers on your walls harder to make you shudder in pleasure. The tight feeling pooling in your lower belly became even more intense as your orgasm inched closer and closer.

Jeonghan’s hand moved from your hips, circling over to find your chest, where he started playing with your tits. His fingers fiddled with one of your nipples, pinching it gently and massaging your breast with his palm.

“Answer him, baby,” Joshua rasped, leaving a small kiss on your bottom lip. 

“Yeah, Hannie,” you swallowed a moan. “Oh fuck. Yes, yes, yes…” over and over again. The tension finally snapped, shaking you hard on the bed. Your jaw went slack, letting out a series of lewd moans that only allured both of your boyfriends. They watched you come undone, thrashing, and crying out in between them.

“That’s it, baby,” Jeonghan praised, kissing your shoulder softly.

“Good girl,” Joshua said too, leaving light kisses on your face.

You panted, holding onto Joshua’s shoulder for support as you came down from your high. “God,” you sighed, still with your eyes closed, feeling their bodies so close to you, relishing their warmth.

Joshua pulled his fingers out of your used hole carefully, and lifted his hand to your view and drew it closer to Jeonghan’s face, who opened his mouth, taking Joshua’s fingers in, sucking off your arousal with a pleased moan. Joshua’s lips curved into a smile, reminding you of the time he did the same with Jeonghan’s fingers.

You sighed, humming softly as you eased into the aftershocks of your nth orgasm. Jeonghan stroke your arm with the tips of his fingers, just as Joshua nudged the tip of your nose with his before pressing a gentle kiss on your lips. 

“I love you both so much,” you drawled.

“And we love you, princess,” Joshua replied with a small chuckle.

“So much,” Jeonghan emphasized, propping another kiss on your shoulder.

“Can we order room service now?” you sighed, nuzzling on their warmth, not even bothering to open your eyes.

“Why don’t you order for us, baby? I need to take care of Shua,” Jeonghan prompted, patting your ass lovingly.

“Sure,” you cooed, sitting up on the bed with a surge of energy you got from thinking about food. “What should I order?”

“Surprise us,” Joshua pressed his lips into a smile, watching you walk over to the desk where the telephone was, dialling the room service.

Jeonghan turned his gaze to Joshua. “You’re alright?” he asked softly, reaching out to tug Joshua’s ear by its shell, softly toying with his set of piercings.

Joshua raised his doe eyes from you to Jeonghan, nodding his head. “Yeah,” he replied, feeling something flutter inside him. “You?”

The next day, you were back home. Jeonghan kept his word and spent the night over at yours, being so that he had everything he needed in his duffel bag. When you arrived, you were too tired, and so happy to do anything but snuggle in your bedcovers with both Joshua and Jeonghan, who were happy to please.

You fell asleep quickly, hugging Jeonghan’s frame tightly to your body, using his chest as a pillow. The sight was too cozy and warm to Joshua that he could not resist but following suit, falling asleep too, clinging onto you.

But then Joshua woke with a sharp jolt, his breathing becoming erratic as he dully came to grips with reality. For a small moment, he felt himself falling in his dream, and then he had to breathe in slowly to calm himself and gain lucidity. 

First, he made sure that he had not woken you up with his brusque move. But he found you huddled beneath the covers, as his eyes adjusted, he noticed that your arm was draped over a pillow, and Jeonghan was nowhere to be found.

That was until he heard a short smoker’s cough in the distance. Slowly, Joshua slid beneath the sheets and out of the bed completely, curiously stepping out of the bedroom, spotting the faint blue light coming from the phone in Jeonghan’s hand.

Jeonghan was lying on the couch, his back resting on the armrest, and his legs stretched out along the seat of the couch. He was so immersed in what he was looking on the screen to notice Joshua coming to the living room until he sat down on the armchair. Jeonghan lowered the phone to his tummy, blinking at Joshua with a light frown on his face.

“Can’t sleep?” Joshua asked with a hushed tone.

“You snore,” Jeonghan accused with an equally low tone, but his sounded full of reproach. He raised his phone to his gaze again, trying to appeal uninterested.

Joshua laughed airily, making Jeonghan’s eyes flick from the screen to where the sweet sound came from. “I don’t snore.”

“Yes, you do,” Jeonghan countered.

“Ah, okay, okay. I’m sorry,” Joshua said. “What are you doing in there?” he nodded to the phone in Jeonghan’s hands. 

Jeonghan locked the phone, discarding it on the coffee table with a tired sigh. “Nothing,” he mumbled, crossing his arms over his tummy. He chewed on his bottom lip before deciding to just let it out. “They want me to direct a mini-series for a streaming platform. The former director stepped out and someone slipped in my name as an option.”

“That’s a good opportunity,” Joshua said, frowning at the reluctance in Jeonghan’s demeanor. “Are you turning it down?”

“I don’t know. I haven’t worked on directing for television before. I’d need to learn a few things,” Jeonghan sucked in a breath pensively. “I’d need to make some preparations, clear my schedule for the next four months, maybe. I don’t know.” 

“You don’t want to do it because of the amount of work that it implies, or you just don’t feel attracted to the idea?” Joshua asked, tilting his head to one side a bit to study Jeonghan with his gaze.

A thing that Jeonghan felt, the weight of Joshua’s scrutiny only added to the awkwardness he felt around the whole situation. “I just don’t think I am the person to do it, you know?”

“Why not?” Joshua pressed, a tiny smile sneaking on his face. “You’re talented and have experience directing for years. The person who recommended you must see that too, right?”

“Ah, now you’re intriguing me,” Jeonghan chuckled lightly, playing with his own fingers to ease his nerves. “You’re only nice when you want something from me, so spit it out,” he said, sneaking a glance at Joshua, only to find his doe eyes, glinting in an emotion that Jeonghan saw only whenever Joshua looked at you.

“I have everything I want,” Joshua mumbled, his sweet tone matching the smile on his face.

Jeonghan fixed his gaze on his hands once again, trying to keep it away from Joshua as best as he could. “Do you, really?” he continued aimlessly.

The room fell silent for a long second, it was a silence that allow for many things to fall in place too. Joshua noticed once again the heavy reluctance in his best friend, and he was now determined to get to the bottom of it. The avoidant eyes, the plain tone; Jeonghan was as clear as water, so clear to Joshua that in fact he could interpret the way that he blinked. Jeonghan was tired, but refused to go to bed.

“Have you thought about Bunny’s proposition?” Joshua asked softly, breaking through the silence seamlessly.

“About going apartment hunting with her?” Jeonghan nodded, sniffling dryly, rubbing the tip of his nose with the back of his hand. “Yeah, I promised I would take a look at it. So far all of the options she’s looking at are nice. Good neighborhoods.”

“But are you considering what she said? About moving in with us?” Joshua pressed, but trying to keep his tone under control.

“I uh…” Jeonghan sighed, a smile breaking on the features of his face. “Isn’t it too soon? I mean, I get that you guys did it before you even knew each other’s last names, but I need to warm up a little before I decide on doing something like that,” he said, spitting out the words in a swift manner that only made more evident that he was nervous.

“That’s not true, we already knew each other’s last names,” Joshua giggled lightly, amused at knowing what was making Jeonghan so awkward.

Jeonghan rolled his eyes. “My thoughts remain the same,” he said. “It’s a bit too soon, isn’t it? And now with… the newer developments, I don’t know,” he shifted on his seat.

“Newer developments, huh?” Joshua clicked his tongue mockingly. “You’re just looking for excuses, Jeonghan.”

“I’m not, Joshua,” he sulked.

“You’re here all the time, you spend most nights here. You only go back to yours so you can change your clothes, tell me if that’s not stupid,” Joshua refuted with an accusatory pout.

“I do sleep back at my place, sometimes. I only come back here to visit our girlfriend,” he retorted, rolling his eyes but he knew his argument was weak. “I don’t think you considered how I’d feel with all this,” he finally let out, turning his gaze to the wall behind the sofa. He crossed one leg over the other at the same time he shifted his crossed arms over his chest, walling himself off completely.

“Well, how do you feel?” Joshua egged, knowing his best friend well enough to know he was playing hard to get.

The Yoon Jeonghan letting himself go down easy? Even if he admitted his feelings for Joshua, it took him months to get over it. Joshua was the only person in history to reject him, and now he wants him all of a sudden.

“I don’t know, confused?” he mumbled shyly, a tiny smile spreading on his thin lips. “I think it’s going to take a little bit of time for me to digest this.”

Then, Jeonghan raised his gaze, finding Joshua across the living room. The window behind him showed the sun rising through the thin curtains, painting a soft halo around his head, the chocolate brown hair shining richly under the incipient sunlight. Maybe you were right, Jeonghan thought. Joshua’s dark but sweet gaze glided over the features of Jeonghan’s face, already knowing what the root of the problem was. Maybe you were right, and those feelings never went away. And maybe, those feelings kindly went to sleep, waiting for either of them to realize.

Joshua stood up, just as Jeonghan moved his feet on the sofa to make space on it. “Well, while you digest this, can I have some fun?” Joshua asked with an ease in his tone that nearly sounded sultry to Jeonghan’s ears.

Jeonghan raised his eyebrows in mild bewilderment. “Have fun?” he parroted.

Joshua placed his hands on the armrest of the couch, a knee between Jeonghan’s legs and leaned over him, nodding his head with light motions. “Yeah, I’ll have fun while you think about it,” he said with a slightly mocking tone. “What do you say?” he asked in a lower tone as he guided his lips to meet Jeonghan’s in a shallow kiss.

“What if I wanna take my time to think about it?” Jeonghan retorted, tensing on the couch but reciprocating the light kiss with another.

“I’ll give you until Bunny wakes up to do it,” Joshua husked, locking his lips with Jeonghan in a slow kiss of smacking sounds and low hums on both parts.

Jeonghan raised his hands, finding Joshua’s hips, grabbing the waistband of the grey sweats to pull him in, so now Joshua’s crotch was pressed to his own. “I’m lost, what am I thinking about again?” he asked aloofly.

“See, you weren’t even serious about it,” Joshua giggled, lifting a hand from the armrest to meet Jeonghan’s cheek, to then sink his fingers into the dark mane of hair. “You like playing hard to get.”

“I’m not the one that’s hard right now,” Jeonghan quipped sharing another kiss, releasing a quiet grunt upon feeling Joshua’s tongue rolling into his mouth with ease, as though he had kissed Jeonghan’s mouth countless times before.

“You sure about that?” Joshua asked, his sweet tone falling into a sultry one, mirrored in his lust-lidded eyes.

Jeonghan slipped his hands beneath Joshua’s t-shirt, enjoying the way the touch of his cold hands elicited a quick shudder. “What kind of fun are we talking about?”

“The kind of fun that requires you to be quiet so that we don’t wake our girlfriend up,” Joshua smirked, lowering his hips more so he could press his growing erection against Jeonghan’s crotch.

“You two are going to be the death of me,” Jeonghan realized with a low chuckle, letting his hands roam on the line of Joshua’s back.

Joshua smiled in triumph. “Are you going to think about it, then? About moving in with us?”

“It depends,” Jeonghan replied, moving a hand to cup Joshua’s nape, bringing him for another swift kiss.

“On what?” Joshua asked.

Jeonghan smiled. “On how well you fuck me.”

✮ author's note: who would've thought that hannieween could actually write a slow burn for jihan ksjdhgdj

one thing that i wasn't aware of until i wrote this chapter is that i have written too many shower scenes like ... is this my joshushushu side speaking? is this what joshua would've wanted? to have a shower nearly every fucking chapter? lol

also, can you guys believe this is the first chapter in hannieween history that doesn't have p in v sex? o_o

on a side note: i am in a pretty tough spot right now and was asking for help. thank you everyone who has helped me!!

anyway, toodles!

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✮ warnings: anxiety attacks, dark-ish themes, mentions of hard drugs. smut with plot, toxic joshua is back, mlm action uwu, consensual recordings of sex, jeonghan and joshua are into cucking, dom jeonghan, dom joshua, subby reader, dirty talk, corruption kink, pegging, sort of somnophiliac activities, praise and degradation kink, a long ass threesome, use of the word slut (lovingly), car sex, cum play, cum eating, rimming, slight sadism: face slaps, spanking. masturbation, blowjobs, anal sex, double penetration, cumming on skin, edging. pet names: baby, bunny, princess, filthy girl, good girl, sweetheart (hers) baby, babe, good boy (jihan) ✮ author's note: hi hi hi hi there everyone! just here with the usual note to indicate that instances where the words Bunny, Princess, or Baby are capitalized, are meant to signify Y/N, ok? ok. ty Baby (●'◡'●) ✮ author's note pt. 2: this is not proofread. i apologize in advance. ✮ disclaimer: minors dni this post is intended for 18+ readers. please have your age stated in your description and try not to look like a bot please 🙂.

part v

The elevator doors parted with a soft ding. Joshua stepped out, walking down the hallway on the floor he used to live in long ago. He stopped in front of your apartment door, breathing in slowly to calm the tightness in his chest. Bringing a hand up, he knocked three times and waited.

In his hand, he held a bottle of red wine. Joshua did not even know if the dinner went along with it. He preferred whisky. But he would let it slide, for tonight.

The door opened. “Ah, Joshuji! Welcome back!” his best friend chanted, instantly bringing him to a hug. “What’s this?” Jeonghan grabbed the bottle of wine, pretending to read the label. “I don’t know anything about wines.”

“Me neither,” Joshua replied dryly, looking at the interior space. Everything was tidied, his noise amplifiers had been removed and, in their place, stood a bookshelf with your first books displayed. He noticed; that those looked like the books you wrote before you met him.

“Wait here, let me go get her. I think she was taking a nap but, she’s so excited,” Jeonghan said briefly, settling the bottle of wine on the table and turning to the bedroom. “Baby! Wake up, there’s a surprise for you!”

The bookshelf also hosted a pair of pictures of you, one where Jeonghan was kissing your cheek. Before he could see the other one, his best friend came back, the thing in his chest hugged his heart even harder. You were striding close behind Jeonghan, your hand wrapped in his.

“Hi, Joshua,” you meekly stuck your hand out to him. “Jeonghan has told me about you,” a smile painted your pretty face. “Nice to meet you.”

The thing in his chest burst, making him freeze right there and then. Before he could control his body, his hand was reaching yours, in a handshake. The softness of your fingers. It felt right, it was you. You. His Bunny.

“Nice to meet you too,” he forced out.

A sharp intake of breath snapped him back to life. Sitting up in the bed, his senses were catching up. His hand palmed the bed, the spot beside him.

Only to find it vacant. You were not there; this was not your bed. He sat alone in a hotel room.

Joshua let out a breath, bringing his hands to rub his face, trying to calm himself down. He sniffed quietly, trying to hold back the pain throbbing inside his chest.

He searched for his phone in the dark, squinting at the light coming from the screen as he searched for your name. The last text message from you read, Going to bed. I love you! It was sent two hours ago. There was no reply from him.

His thumb trembled slightly before he pressed on the call button. But he held in his breath and pressed the phone to his ear. He still felt hazy, with the last slivers of his nightmare clawing into the back of his head.

“Hello?” he mumbled as soon as he noticed you picked up his call.

“Hi baby,” you replied sluggishly.

“I’m sorry,” he dropped his head slightly. “I’m waking you up.”

“What’s going on?” you asked, your voice went up slightly.

“I just wanted to hear your voice,” he replied, the thing in his chest stammered painfully.

“Is everything okay, Josh? You sound off,” you pointed, and he could almost picture the frown in your face.

“Yeah, baby, everything’s okay,” he replied, a low rasp from the feeling coiling in his throat made his tone sound unsure. “I just miss you terribly.”

You could tell that those last words made his voice thicker. “I miss you too, baby,” you replied sweetly. “I can’t wait to see you.”

“Next week, baby, I promise,” he whispered, rubbing the tips of his fingers on the corners of his eyes. “I’ll let you sleep now, okay?”

You paused. “Sure you’re okay, babe?”

The worry he heard in your voice soothed a part of the nasty feeling pulsating in his chest. “Yes, baby, don’t worry,” he mumbled with all of the assertiveness he could muster. “You can go back to sleep now, I’m sorry.”

“Okay,” you whispered. “I’ll go back to sleep, but call me tomorrow as soon as you can, please.”

“I’ll do that,” he smiled to himself, trying to picture your sleepy eyes. “I love you.”

“And I love you, Joshua,” you mumbled sweetly. “Sleep well.”

“You too, baby.”

The line went dead, and you lay your head on your fluffy pillows. After returning your phone to the nightstand, you sighed.

A hand quickly came to park on your tummy. “What’s wrong?” Jeonghan mumbled with a sleepy drawl.

“It was Joshua,” you explained faintly. “He had a nightmare.”

“Mmn, again?” Jeonghan asked, rubbing slow circles on your skin.

“He didn’t say it, but that’s what I assume.”

“But is he okay?”

“I don’t think so. He didn’t sound like it,” you whispered glumly. “I’ve been trying to get him to talk these past few days, but he swears he doesn’t remember anything.”

“We’ll go see him in a few days,” he shushed, caressing your hair to uncover your face to his eyes. “Don’t worry about him right now, baby. We can’t help him from here.”

“I just don’t want him to go into hiding again,” you mumbled faintly, nuzzling your face on the crook of his neck.

Jeonghan shivered slightly upon the gentle caress of your breath on his skin. “I’ll break him out of it if that’s what it takes,” he replied with certainty. “Now sleep, baby. Got a big day ahead tomorrow. We got to work.”

“Yeah…” you breathed against his neck, placing a small kiss. “Sleep.”

Joshua crafted a routine for himself. While on tour he had to learn one thing: he needed to have order. There was no room for worry, so he would not let his anxieties grow. So, he would call you everyday, although sometimes he could not get to your text messages on time, he made a rule to call you at least once a day.

He would hit the gym every chance he could get, and if there was no gym, he would go out for a run late at night, or before sunrise. Then of course, he would go to work: whether it was at a concert, or interviews, events, photoshoots…

However, there was something else happening within that routine too.

He woke up with a start, snapping his eyes open and sighed with frustration at the loud alarm vibrating beneath his pillow. He shut the high-pitched sound at once, letting his face sink onto the white fluffy pillows with a tired groan.

As he stretched out his limbs underneath the bed sheets, he turned over rubbing his eyes with the back of his knuckles.

Another sigh, he unlocked his phone, checking his schedule for the day, verifying he had three hours until his first activity. Then he moved onto checking the messages he had not attended to, discarding mentally those that seemed unimportant and pressing a thumb over your name.

Call me as soon as you can, please. I love you. Your message read. It was sent a couple of minutes after the phone call last night. If he called you right now, he would wake you up again. He could call you later.

The pad of his thumb slid up, swiftly finding the app where you shared a folder with him, and with Jeonghan. His heart banged against his chest. Is it normal to be this excited so early in the morning?

There were new files added to the secret folder that Jeonghan created a little less than a month ago. Lately, he had been getting a new video more regularly. Joshua wondered why the first few weeks of him going away he did not get anything.

But now, it seemed to him that you and Jeonghan had found a way to keep him updated… and busy. This was his routine. Wake up, check for new messages, watch your videos, work, come back to the hotel, call you, rewatch videos, sleep.

Now, he never considered himself a person that would watch porn. Not regularly, not even by mistake. Not because he did not like it. But because if he wanted to get his hands dirty, he would do so with someone who would have him. He was not interested in watching porn when he could do the real thing with someone.

But watching you like this changed his view in so many ways. He found out that he was wrong for thinking porn was not for people like him.

When he asked Jeonghan and you to keep him updated, he did it purely because he did not want to be left out. He knew he would miss seeing this side of you, so that was one of his conditions.

Joshua also found out, how well Jeonghan knew him.

He always begun his morning by watching one video Jeonghan recorded of you. The angle was perfect, it captured your body lying on the bed, so he could see perfectly from your hips to your face. Jeonghan’s hand pressed a toy to your wet pussy, pleasuring you without letting you stop for air.

“Jeonghan, please,” you whined, teary eyed, hands clutching the towel beneath your body.

“Please, what?” he asked, his voice low and almost aloof, much as if he were also caught up by the faces you made, and the sounds escaping your glossy lips.

“F-fuck me, just fuck me,” you cried out, your face scrunching as you moaned lewdly, thighs shaking uncontrollably. “Please…”

“Why should I?” he retorted. “Aren’t you enjoying this, baby? You’ve came five… how many times already?”

“Se-seven,” you mumbled shamefully, twitching on the bed.

Jeonghan pressed his finger on one of the tiny buttons of the vibrator he was holding against your clit. “Eight makes a nice number, don’t you think?” he asked.

Joshua hated that he knew by the tone alone that Jeonghan was wearing a smirk behind the camera. He knew his best friend so well that he had learned all his gimmicks. The vibrator went faster, teasing your engorged clit mercilessly.

“G-god, Hannie,” you gritted your teeth, closing your eyes tightly. “I’m coming, fuck, fuck, I’m g-gonna come.”

You stirred your back on the bed, sinking the back of your head on the pillow as you came, moaning loudly and so very lewdly. “Fuck, you’re squirting again, baby,” Jeonghan sighed, capturing your climax on camera.

“Please, no more,” you whined, teary eyed and panting. “I just need you, please, please.”

“Alright,” Jeonghan muttered, turning off the vibrator and tossing it aside.

But the video did not stop there. Jeonghan moved the phone closer between your legs, making sure Joshua saw your puffy clit, slick in your arousal, Jeonghan’s fingers slid between your folds, a string of arousal stretching between them.

Joshua’s cock stirred beneath his boxers, and he begun palming himself upon the sight of your messy cunt, the arousal dripping down the wet towel beneath you. The fingers spread your folds open, as you clenched around nothing with the aftershocks of the orgasm that forced through you.

The next video was one of his favorites.

It seemed to him that you barely had the chance to set up your phone camera pointing to you. You and Jeonghan were both sitting on the small couch of your office, you were facing the camera, your back pressed to Jeonghan’s chest.

Joshua liked to think that you chose this position so he could see your face. And it was probably the case. He stroked his cock with one hand, blood rushing to the tip as he spread his own precum all over it.

On this video, you were sitting on Jeonghan, riding him fast. You leaned back slightly so the camera perfectly captured you bouncing up and down Jeonghan’s dick. Your moans are quiet... until they were not when Jeonghan’s fingers came to the view, slipping between your pussy lips, rubbing your clit with fast swirls.

You came on top of him, clutching your thighs with your hands. Writhing, but you continued riding him, a moan escaping Joshua when Jeonghan’s cum dripped down his dick, as you continue fucking yourself on him.

Joshua swipes a finger onto the next video, where you are on all fours while Jeonghan fucks you from behind. He pumped himself faster, watching you come on Jeonghan’s cock over and over as he comes in his own hand.

Jeonghan fucks you as though he were having fun, when he fucks you, he does so playfully. There is a smile on his face as he grabs your ass, fucking you down his cock. The features of his beautiful face are riddled by bliss and pleasure, his throat bobs as he moans.

Every time Joshua watches this, he wishes he were in Jeonghan’s place; feeling you squeeze around him, your warmth wrapping him. But sometimes, if he dared to admit it, he enjoys watching his best friend’s face as he comes with you.

Joshua sent a glance down his lower abdomen, a few beads of cum splayed on his skin. But he ignored it, swiping again on the screen to take a look at the new video Jeonghan uploaded.

“Oh, you gotta be fucking kidding me,” Joshua muttered under his breath.

The video was inside Jeonghan’s car. The phone was mounted on the dashboard, capturing both Jeonghan at the wheel, and you on the passenger seat. Jeonghan was stroking your hair as you were leaning over to him, taking his cock in your mouth.

Jeonghan let out a breath through his teeth. “Fuck,” he gritted, letting his head fall back on the headrest of his seat.

You bobbed your head slowly on him, probably on his command so he did not come too fast.

Something you did with your mouth made Jeonghan laugh. “Fuck, baby, stop doing that or I might come too soon. We’re almost there.”

The lighting inside the car changed, quickly surrounding yourselves by an enclosed space that Joshua quickly assumed was an underground parking lot.

Jeonghan gripped the steering wheel tighter, biting his lower lip as he managed to park the car in a spot, shutting the engine off swiftly.

You lifted your head from his crotch, darting a shy glance around you before clicking your seat belt off. “Move your seat back,” you urged, palming his thigh suggestively.

Joshua was surprised to see you take the light slap Jeonghan gave you on one cheek. “Don’t boss me around,” he used the same hand to cup your chin, squeezing your cheeks to then kiss you chastely.

But he did what you asked anyway, pushing his seat back as you shifted onto your knees on his sides. You moved your hair to one shoulder, uncovering your face to the camera as you leaned over to continue sucking his dick.

Joshua continued watching, languidly playing with his cock as the blood rushed again to the head, growing harder and harder. He encircled his shaft with his fist, pumping himself to full hardness, groaning under his breath as Jeonghan brought a hand down on your ass, spanking you firmly.

Jeonghan drew in a breath, stretching his back in an attempt to resist the pleasure building up inside him. “Fuck, you’re so good at this, baby,” he groaned, squeezing his eyes tightly.

Joshua rolled his hand on his own cock, pumping fast as he remembered how good your pretty mouth feels when you pleasure him; he imagined he was there instead of Jeonghan. You whimpered on Jeonghan’s cock, making him moan as he gathered your hair with his hands, following the movements of your head on him.

“Why don’t we show Joshuji what you’re wearing, baby?” Jeonghan asked, his voice was already turning raspy in wanton.

Joshua’s heart stammered upon hearing his own name being voiced by Jeonghan on the video. This occurred with frequency, and he knew this was Jeonghan's way to taunt him, even through videos.

You paused, pulling off his cock to nod with your head. “Yes, Hannie,” you replied sweetly, but leaned down to continue blowing him off.

“You’re so fucking needy you couldn’t wait till we got home to show him,” Jeonghan rasped, keeping a hand on your hair as he used the other to hike your black mini skirt up, revealing an equally black string thong and stockings.

Joshua shifted his gaze from the side of your face to Jeonghan’s hand caressing your ass gently, pausing to give you a playful spank to make you moan.

Jeonghan sighed, closing his eyes in enjoyment. “Fuck, baby. I need you now,” he urged, releasing your hair.

You stopped sucking him off, pushing yourself from your seat and crawling onto Jeonghan’s lap, clumsily straddling him on his seat. Jeonghan reclined the seat back, making you giggle shyly in the heat of the rushed moment. 

Joshua felt disappointed now that he could not get a view on your face. But the feeling was quickly replaced when Jeonghan hiked your skirt up again, uncovering your ass to the camera. Then he understood why he had not seen that thong on you before; it was one of those that left your pussy uncovered completely.

Joshua got a clear view of your hand guiding Jeonghan’s cockhead to your entrance, hearing your whimpers as you sank down on his cock, moving your pretty ass slowly, as though adjusting yourself on him.

“God,” you whimpered, dropping your head on his shoulder as you bounced on Jeonghan gently at first.

Joshua moaned deeply. All focus was on the sight of Jeonghan’s cock disappearing inside your pussy. You were picking up the pace, cupping one of his cheeks to bring him into a kiss to muffle your sweet moans.

“Are you enjoying this?” Jeonghan asked longingly looking at the features of your face.

“Yes Hannie,” you nodded dazedly.

“You’re so fucking wet, baby,” he murmured, a light smirk painting his face. “You should’ve told me you wanted to fuck in my car sooner.”

It was the first time you had sex in a car, and it was even more exciting than when you first brought it up to Jeonghan. You and Jeonghan had been playing a game of chasing new first times, together.

Ever since he took you in a dressing room of a clothing store, an idea sparked in your head. And now, you were there, in his car, grinding on him.

“Fuck, I’m close,” Jeonghan sighed in pure pleasure, his hands gripping your waist over your skirt. “I need you to come now, princess.”

“I-,” you choked out, and Joshua could hear the shyness in your tone. “I can’t, Hannie. I’m a little sensitive.”

“But you were begging to have my cock last night,” he rasped, a lazy smile drawing on his face.

“Hannie,” you gasped aghast, but Joshua noticed how your hips stuttered.

“What? Don’t you want Josh to know? How you couldn’t stop bouncing this little pussy on me last night?” he asked, but his tone sounded even more gruff and airy. Joshua knew by the tone alone that he was closer.

“Hannie,” you cried reproachful.

“Your pretty pussy needs to be filled everyday, right baby?” he looked at you languidly. “Come, baby,” he rasped. “Be a good slut for me.” 

It seemed to Joshua that in his time away, his best friend had just discovered how much you liked to be talked filth. You nodded frantically, riding him faster.

“G-god, just like that,” Jeonghan grunted blissfully, gripping your waist tighter, hiking the skirt up your back, so Joshua could see the recoil of your ass on Jeonghan’s thighs every time you sank down on him.

Joshua moaned, unable to yank his gaze from the screen. You were riding him faster, eagerly. Jeonghan smiled playfully at you, sighing in pure pleasure.

“Jeonghan,” you whimpered, rolling your hips on his dick with full desperation. “Hannie, I’m close. God, I’m so close.”

“Yes, c-come on my cock, baby,” Jeonghan replied, evidently enjoying how pathetic you were being. His arms encircled your waist hugging you as you hid your face flush on his shoulder. “God, god, princess.”

“Hannie…” you cried out lewdly on his neck, your hands holding onto his shirt for dear life. His arms held you tighter, sighing out a strangled moan as he came with you.

“You’re so good for me,” Jeonghan muttered gruffly, clearly spent. “So good.”

You stopped riding him languidly, his hands now moving on your sides to push your hips up, spreading your pussy lips with his hands as his cum started dripping out of your entrance.

Joshua clenched his jaw, groaning deeply as ropes of cum landed on his fist, closing his eyes so tightly he saw stars. The video was cut there, and he stared at it as he panted, trying to recover and process how much he had liked seeing Jeonghan’s cum dripping out of your used hole.

He threw his phone aside, languidly letting his arms rest for some seconds before he rose from the bed, going directly to start the shower. Standing under the warm shower stream, a thought crossed his mind.

It had seemed as though you and Jeonghan were cruising some kind of honeymoon stage. As much as he hated to admit it to himself, you looked in love. And he knew his best friend for long enough to know that he was head over heels for you too.

The only thing he hated though, was that he was not as present in your life.

He came back to the bedroom to find his phone vibrating on the mattress, and he picked it up after reading your name on the screen. As he took the phone to his ear, he stopped at in surprise at the sight of your face, understanding it was a video call.

“Hi, handsome,” you smiled, clearly noticing that he had thought you were phone calling him. You were still in bed, bundled up in blankets, an arm tucked under your head.

“Oh, hi beautiful,” he replied in kind, his hair dripping wet on his shoulders.

“Did I catch you in a wrong time?” you asked, looking at his naked collarbones covered in droplets of water.

“No, baby. It’s fine, I was about to get ready for my day,” he shrugged lightly and looked for a place to prop his phone so he could get dressed.

“Hannie is here,” you mentioned as Joshua placed his phone against the lamp on the bedside table.

Jeonghan lifted his head from the pillow beside yours. “Hi, Joshuji,” he chanted groggily.

“Hi, Jeonghannie,” he replied with a light smile on his face. The image of you and Jeonghan in bed was not strange to him, as that also formed part of his routine sometimes. “Did you guys just wake up?” he asked, turning to fish a pair of clean boxers from his bag.

“Yeah, like two minutes ago,” Jeonghan groaned with clear annoyance that you were already on your phone video calling Joshua.

You giggled meekly. “Don’t get grumpy,” you teased as the man shifted from his pillow to your chest, getting comfortable on top of your body.

“You don’t let me sleep, so you’ll suffer my grumpiness,” Jeonghan muttered, closing his eyes. “How are you doing, Joshuji? You look tired.”

“I am tired,” he said.

“You have bags under your eyes,” Jeonghan added with a slight mischievous smirk.

“Shut up,” he hissed, feeling his own lips stretching into a smile as well. “You look pale and wrinkly.”

“Are you sure you’re not sick?” his best friend retorted. “Maybe you should take some days off.”

“Stop it, you two,” you huffed, and Joshua giggled bemusedly at your annoyed face.

“Did you watch the videos?” Jeonghan lifted his head only to blurt out that question, you rolled your eyes at him.

“I did,” Joshua coughed out a dry chuckle. “You two have been really busy.”

He stared squarely at the screen of his phone for a second before unwrapping the towel from his waist, trying to ignore that both you and Jeonghan would see him putting on his boxers.

“Ah, a little warning next time!” Jeonghan grumbled, turning his head on your chest as you chuckled.

Chewing on your lower lip to avoid smiling wider you placed a hand on the back of Jeonghan’s head. “Are you busy today, Josh?” you asked sweetly.

Joshua could not help but smiling at the sight of you being soft with both him and Jeonghan at the same time. A warm feeling bloomed inside him. “Yeah,” he replied to your question with a sigh, fetching a t-shirt as he put it on. “I have a packed schedule today. We have to shoot a couple of interviews back-to-back. But then I’ll have a whole day to myself.”

Your fingers started playing with Jeonghan’s long dark hair. “Mmn, you should come straight back here,” you murmured softly.

“I’d love that, baby,” he replied in kind, pouting at you before giving you a smile. “I guess I could grab the earliest flight after I’m done,” he said, following your game.

You knew this was nearly impossible. Not only did Joshua had a ton of activities to do to promote his new album, but you knew how much money it was put towards transportation. Flights were expensive.

But Jeonghan turned his head over, sneaking a look back on the screen. “Our flight is in six days; we could do something.”

Joshua saw in his eyes that he had started to plan but looked at you and then back at him. “Yeah, probably. I’ll check,” Joshua said with a dismissive air, but kept looking at his best friend.

“Yeah, yeah, sure, you do that,” Jeonghan replied, but sent him a meaningful look.

“Right,” he sighed. “I gotta go, baby. I’ll call you later tonight,” he paused. “Bye, Jeonghannie.”

“Bye, Josh,” you mumbled sweetly, giving him a sad smile. “Love you.”

“I love you,” he replied.

“Love you, Shujiii,” Jeonghan chanted mockingly, grabbing the phone from your hand and ended the call.

“This color suits you.”

Joshua looked at the woman in front of him. She was young, the bright glimmer in her eyes told him that much. Her long dark hair was draped on her shoulders, covered with a nice pink blouse that was just adorned with a microphone.

“Thank you,” he replied, mustering up a kind smile.

“Where are the others?” she asked, looking around him.

“They’re getting their makeup done. They’ll be here in a couple of minutes,” he looked at his watch.

“Oh, cool. That gives me time to reread my questions,” she showed him a smirk, looking up and down her cards and then back to his eyes.

If Joshua meant to read that smirk, he kept himself from doing so. Nodding at her politely, he just stepped back. “Okay. I’ll tell them to get ready,” he lied just to excuse himself, turning back to the dressing room.

He pulled out his phone, unlocking it to find a series of texts messages from you. You usually updated him throughout the day, whenever you felt like the chat you had together was running dry.

So he found a series of photo. First it was a photo of you coming out of bed, holding a fist at the camera in sign of motivation. Have a nice day, Joshie! Your text read. The next photo was the breakfast you made for two, though obviously one plate was for Jeonghan, Joshua found himself smiling. You had made French toast, and that alone reminded you of Joshua.

The last picture was your favorite mug, broken in pieces on the floor, coffee splashed all around it. Jeonghan scared me and I dropped my mug (┬┬﹏┬┬), the text read.

But before Joshua could reply, a member of the staff working on the production of the big company they were being interviewed by called them. They had their go.

“Come on, let’s go! Let’s go, let’s go,” Jihoon chanted over and over, more to himself than to the other two members of Midnight Haze.

“Let’s go,” Vernon replied dryly, but in his own enthusiastic way. 

Joshua just nodded and went along with his two bandmates, walking through the tight space of the long hallway. He grew more and more restless as he reached the end of the hall and then the double doors.

The studio was small, and it looked even more cramped by the sound and lighting equipment, the sets of cameras surrounding the set, and the people tracking every single thing that happened during the filming of the interview.

This was not the first time Midnight Haze was interviewed. But it was certainly the first time with such a big production team. This was going to be aired on TV.

And he did not know what to expect.

A very smart PR company was going with Midnight Haze since they started touring again. But not everything was under their control, and as they grew more and more famous, people would naturally start picking them apart, piece by piece.

Needless to say, Joshua was nervous. Fidgeting with the watch on his wrist. He pushed his sleeves once more to his elbows, though pointlessly since they were rolled tight.

One man indicated each member of the band where to sit. And it was not a surprise that Joshua was told to sit diagonally to the interviewer.

Anxiety hugged his chest tightly, but he tried to push it down, swallowing hard and resting his palms on his lap.

“Going on five… four… three…” the man motioned with his fingers, two, one. Go.

All the cameras blinked with a red light, rolling. Joshua Looked at Jihoon and Vernon sitting beside him, looking alive in excitement and nervousness.

“And we are back, and we have a new guest in the studio, Midnight Haze!” the interviewer said, Maddy, Joshua reminded himself, her name is Maddy. She went on to giving a brief introduction to the viewers.

Midnight Haze was an independent band that grew rapidly to success. Or dubbed in the media as, Overnight Success, which Joshua thought was a dumb way to call their years of hard work, years of making music, framing their style, doing their best to put themselves out there.

But the media loves crafting stories. That is their job.

“So tell us more about your album,” Maddy prompted, looking expectantly at the three men sitting in the nice velvety red couch.

Naturally, Joshua had taken the position to answer to these questions, since he was considered the leader of the band, being the eldest, and the frontman. So he just replied. “It’s our first studio album. We worked really really hard to make it, and it means a lot for us to get this opportunity to share it with the world.

The following question was about the production of the album, which Jihoon replied to, taking the opportunity to speak as well, since he was the one who was the most well-versed in talking about songwriting and production.

Vernon took the next question was about touring, and visiting new places, getting to know new things and try new foods.

And lastly, the interview took a turn, diving into questions that sounded more personal. At first, Joshua thought nothing of it since it was a natural thing for media to put them in a tight spot. It was like an experiment, dropping a bomb of a question and see how they would react, make a viral video out of it.

But then, Joshua felt that he was being mocked at.

“Joshua, you had recently gained a reputation of yourself. You’re a bit of a ladies’ man. Want to talk to us about it?” she read her cards, lowering them to her lap with some nervousness. Then eyeing the text on her card and then back to his face, she added. “The people want to know, is there a certain someone in your life?”

Joshua felt as though a hand had squeezed the air out of his lungs. “Uh, no, no there isn’t,” he replied, adding a cough to clear his throat. Then realizing how he was acting, he put in quickly. “I am a free man.”

Joshua Hong, you idiot. He gritted his teeth, throwing a forced smile at the interviewer.

“Free as the wind,” Jihoon added awkwardly, making Vernon squeeze his face into a grimace, chuckling.

“Well that is all the questions I have for you today. Thank you for coming here!” Maddy clasped her hands together, flashing them a corporate smile.

“Thank you for having us,” Joshua replied. The staff member signaled them that the recording was over, and the crew swept in, getting ready to call it a day.

Joshua jumped from the couch, wanting to rip the microphone from his clothes, but someone got to it first, removing it with care before he did something reckless.

He needed a drink.

He undid one button of his white shirt, sighing in frustration and deciding to head back to the van and wait for the guys there.

“Hey, can I talk to you?”

Joshua turned to see Maddy approaching him. He made sure that the mic was nowhere to be seen, but he still felt weary as he nodded.

“I’m sorry about the last question, if it felt invasive,” she muttered awkwardly, looking around her before blurting: “I didn’t write it in, I didn’t want to ask it, but the team insisted.”

“Don’t worry,” he said, though he tried to sound as understanding as possible, there was an edge to his words. “I’ll better get used to you lot and your questions, right?”

Before he could take in the hurt expression of her face, Joshua turned his back on her, heading to the van.