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Request: You and MX are on a short break. There’s a mishap in booking and the member who’s your best friend (and your crush)’s room only has one bed. How would the members react?

Shownu:

You opened the room door, walking into the room and dumping your bag. Shownu flips a switch and the lights flicker on, the giant bed the first thing you both notice.

There’s a moment of total silence. Behind you, you hear Shownu sigh. ‘Obviously.’

You turn your head to look at him. 'Obviously what?’

He’s wearing an exhausted look on his handsome face, as though he’s spent the whole day with six toddlers and they’ve shaved years off his life. 'I’m so dumb. Obviously they’d pull something like this.’ he gestures to the king sized bed sitting like a giant elephant in the middle of the room. 'This is why I’ve got to do everything myself. There are five year olds with more maturity than those assholes.’

You can’t hold your laugh. He looks at you, brows furrowing. 'What’s funny?’

'You.’ you giggle. 'Calm down, big boy. If it flusters you so much, I’ll go and sleep with one of the others.’ you wink as you walk past him, his mouth dropping as you head for the door.

'Hey…’ he calls after you. 'Hey!’

Wonho:

'Where’s the other bed?’ you ask him in a half panic, turning to look for answers on his face as though he’s going to be all 'oh, don’t worry, y/n, there’s a button you can press that makes a foldable bed pop out of the wall.’

'Huh?’ He looks up from his phone, his pale, flawless face illuminated in bright blue light, and you swallow. On second thoughts, it might not be too sensible to look at him right now. Your heart’s already doing backflips at the thought of having to share a bed with him, at the thought of the two of you lying next to each other in pained tension, pleasure only centimetres away and prevented only by whatever the hell it is that stops you from just–

'They’ve made a mistake?’ he walks past you, throwing his duffel bag onto the mattress. His broad shoulders shrug as he says, so nonchalantly, 'No biggie. I’ll phone reception and get it fixed.’

Ugh. Seriously? Is he for real? Why would he do that? It’s the perfect opportunity to–

'Oh… Okay. Sounds good.’ you hear yourself say. You’re such a coward.

Minhyuk:

'Which side do you want?’ he says as he throws his bag down on the floor and looks over at you expectantly.

You flash him an incredulous look. Why is he like this? 'Minhyuk…’

'What? Everyone has a preference on side. Personally, I usually sleep on the left–’

You roll your eyes at him. 'I’ll go down to reception. I’ll see if they’ve got another room available.’

He smirks, crossing his arms. 'Why?’

'Because there’s only one bed, and… and…’

'Do you think I’ll bite?’

'Yes.’

He grins, flashing a perfect set of white teeth, and your skin prickles as he looks you up and down. 'Only a little, I promise.’

Kihyun:

'Where are you going?’ you ask from beneath the crisp white sheets of the huge bed as Kihyun walks past you with an armful of toiletries.

'I… I’ll just go and crash in one of the other rooms.’ he says, pointing to the door. He isn’t looking at you.

'Why?’ you say, sitting up and trying so hard not to let your disappointment seep into your tone. Please don’t go, you want to say, please just stay with me.

'I think it would be better.’ he says, moving towards the door.

'Kihyun.’ you say, more firmly than you intended. He looks over at you and for a moment you’re sure you can see it there, too. That same disappointment. 'Don’t go. It’s not like we’ll end up having sex or anything. Jeez.’

He regards you for a moment, his features pulling into a bemused scrunch. 'Ppffffffffffff.’ he scoffs, his laugh bursting through his lips. 'I’m definitely going, then.’

Hyungwon:

'Oh, Hyungwon, there’s been a mistake…’ you tell him as he stumbles through the door, already half asleep. He rubs his eyes as you tell him: 'There’s only one bed… I’ll have to phone up reception and see if they’ve got anything else…’

A look of total awwwwwww fuck this shit I can’t be assed with this goddamn hassle scrunches his features in response to your words. 'Whatever.’ he groans. 'We’ll fix it in the morning or something.’

He flops down onto the bed, groaning like a ninety year old as he rolls over.

'But what about tonight?’ you say, your heart racing a million miles a second at his dismissive words. Was he admitting that he didn’t care if he had to share a bed with you…? You swallowed. 'There’s only one–’

'Look, y/n, I’m totally wiped. Like, exhausted. What’s the big deal? Do you like me or something? Are you worried you won’t be able to stop yourself coming on to me?’

A jolt goes through you. 'No!’ you shout, a little too urgently.

He smiles softly. 'Then just come to bed.’

Jooheon:

You stood there for about two minutes, staring at the huge bed in total silence. An unspoken tension passed between you that you were sure Jooheon was too awkward and embarrased to break. You were, too.

Finally, he said something. 'Well. That’s no good…’

You looked over at him, and he looked away from you. His rucksack slipped from his shoulder and thudded on the ground. 'You… uh, you can have the bed and I’ll fix myself something on the floor with the extra pillows and sheets.’

You’d never seen him so shy. It almost made you blush.

'No,’ you said, 'You take the bed.’

'No. No way.’ He began walking towards the long wardrobe.

'You’re paying, so you have the bed.’

'I’m treating you, so you have the bed.’ He began tossing pillows onto the floor at your feet.

'I insist, Jooheon.’ you said firmly.

'No.’ he said even more firmly, fixing you with a serious gaze. 'I really insist.’

The way you looked at one another had you both suddenly hot and bothered. He broke eye contact, chuckling nervously. 'Damn. Maybe I should just leave instead.’

I.M:

'Changkyun, just come into the bed.’ you told him as you lay staring up at the hotel ceiling. There was a whole country of bed next to you… it wasn’t like you needed to be all over each other’s personal space.

'No.’ he says, repeating himself for the hundredth time. You roll your head to the side to look at him huddled on the little sofa. He looked ridiculous, not to mention ridiculously uncomfortable.

And you were guilty.

'There’s so much room, though.’ you began, but he cut you off.

'Would you just let me be a fucking gentleman for once?’ he mumbles, and a grin spreads across your lips. 'I’m really trying hard here.’

'Fine…’ you say, rolling off the mattress and laying yourself flat on the carpet. 'I guess neither of us will sleep on the bed, then.’

He whines and kicks his tracksuit clad legs in protest. 'Don’t start with that shit. Just get in the bed and sleep.’

'Only if you will too.’

Fifteen minutes later, you were both asleep in the bed.

softly running my fingers up and down his sides to make his squirm and giggle; testing how sensitive his nipples are and how long it takes for him to get hard if i give all my attention to them; kissing every little inch of his skin and paying attention to which places gets the biggest reaction out of him.

sitting between his legs and scratching his thighs, torturing him by dragging my hands closer and closer to his crotch but not really touching his cock yet; pushing a plug into him myself because i want to watch his reaction and how his face shifts in pleasure.

finally allowing him to feel my touch on his cock, a single finger tracing every vein, under the tip and touching that little slit before finally wrapping my hand around it.

jinhwan:

bobby:

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