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You fumbled with your keys at the door after a long day of work, cursing as you struggled to carry the bag of take-out you picked up while trying to twist the key. You huffed when the door finally unlocked, pushing it open then closing it behind you. You walked into the entrance of your apartment and slipped off your shoes, hung up your bag, and headed to the living room to eat. You could hear the tv, letting you know your roommate, Yunho, was probably playing one of his games.

Your bare-feet made your steps almost silent, sneaking up to the entrance. You lifted your head to look into the room and stopped dead in your tracks, the bag of food in your hand toppling down onto the floor and contents spilling on the wood.

“Oh- oh my god-“ you stuttered, your eyes taking in the scene in front of you. Yunho was on the couch, naked from the waist down, a pair of your dirty panties in his hand that he was using to pump along his -HUGE- cock. The sound of your fallen dinner got his attention, his eyes widening but his hand not stopping. Your eyes locked with his and, without warning, Yunho came with a grunt. His body twitching as spirts of white cum sprayed high onto his t-shirt.

“I’m sorry! Oh my god- I’m.. I’m going to my room!” You screamed and covered your eyes, scrambling away from him and the mess on the floor before he had a chance to recover. When you got to your room you locked it behind you, your face burning with embarrassment.

You stayed in your room until it was pretty late, creaking your door open to peek out and see if the coast was clear. When you found the living room empty, you stepped out with the intention to clean up your wasted groceries, only to find all of the messed cleaned up and salvageable items put away.

Your heart softened and you felt a small sense of pity. Your sweet roommate, although probably mortified, still took the time to tidy the mess. After eating some dinner standing in the kitchen you retreated back to your room for the night. However, you couldn’t sleep. Your mind fixating on the situation from earlier. Yunho. His cock. Your panties.

‘Oh my god, my panties!’ You thought to yourself, the one piece of the puzzle that didn’t make sense to you. You always assumed when you signed up to live with a guy you risked catching him doing something weird or embarrassing. You could move past him jerking off. But, your underwear? It was hard to move past that.

Boys are boys thought, right? It couldn’t be that deep. Maybe it was the risk of using it? Does he like that kind of fabric and just saw it close by? Did he not have any socks? Was it your smell? Was it because it was yours? Did he think about you when he was doing it?

“Fuck, stop it.” You told yourself out loud, trying to shake away the thoughts that gave you butterflies.

You had a schoolgirl-like crush on Yunho since you first met him a year ago when you moved in. He was instantly the sweetest man you’ve ever met. Always kind, a tiny bit messy, but easy to live with. He was also very, very handsome. It was almost unfair he had all of that on top of a giant-

“I’m going the fuck to bed.” You mumbled, pressing your face into your pillow to try and drown out your thoughts and the new pulse that was between your thighs.

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You woke up the next day groggy and wet. Your dream was so vivid, it felt like it had actually happened. So much so, you seemed to had orgasmed in your sleep. You could still feel your muscles contracting down below as you sat up, your underwear sticking uncomfortably to your body. You shrugged off your clothes all-together and decided to go shower, ready to wash off the dirty thoughts from last night.

You hesitantly peaked out your bedroom door to check for Yunho, thankfully finding his keys off the key ring, probably gone at work for the day. Your eyes hovered on the couch: the scene of the crime. You suddenly wondered what the appeal was; masturbating out in the open like that?

Still naked, you walked into the living room and took a seat on the cushion, right where Yunho had sat the day before. You instantly felt a little bit anxious knowing you were completely nude in a shared space. Your eyes fixated on the front door as you spread your legs, heels up on the couch cushions, as if you were actually going to touch yourself. The exposure itself and the taboo of it making you feel yourself tighten a bit between your thighs.

‘A few moments wouldn’t hurt.’ You thought to yourself, unable to listen to the voice in the back of your head telling you to get up and shower. Before you could come to your senses, you brought your hand down between your thighs and slipped two fingers in-between your wet folds, dragging them up to your clit and rubbing slow circles.

“Mmmm..” you moaned to yourself, head laid back against the cushions. You thought about Yunho and his thick cock. How he came so quick when his eyes met yours, your panties he stole in his hand. He took your panties to get himself off in. And it was driving you insane.

Your fingers moved a bit faster, your hips rocking against them for extra stimulation. You were lost in your memory of yesterday, losing track of time. You don’t know how long you had been there playing with yourself but, it was long past the few seconds you originally planned for. You had just wanted a taste. Now, you couldn’t stop.

Suddenly, you heard the jingle of keys outside the door, followed by a key sliding into the lock. Your heart skipped a beat and your mind told you to get up and to run. But your body? Your body felt like it was on fire. The pressure between your thighs building, your arousal coating your fingers and dripping onto the cushions below. You should stop. Needed to stop. But, you didn’t want to.

The door opened and it took a moment for Yunho to look up, your fingers getting faster when he finally did. A pornographic moan leaving your lips when you saw his brown eyes looking at you before widening in shock.

He said nothing, completely frozen. And you didn’t stop. Your fingers now moving from your clit down to your aching hole. Your fingers sliding in effortlessly, not taking any sort of pause before fucking them in and out of your pussy at a desperate pace. Your jaw falling slack, small gasps slipping through your lips.

Yunho leaned against the doorframe, face frozen, but watching. His eyes fixated on your fingers, shifting up only to catch your expression each time your fingers got quicker or when you switched back to focusing on your clit. His cock grew in his pants, fighting against the seam of his jeans. In one swift motion, he unzipped them, pulling his cock out of his boxers. He gripped his thick girth in his fist and slowly started to pump himself up and down, speeding up overtime to meet the speed of your fingers. You noticed this as well, slamming your digits into you harder, wishing it was his cock. Your palm slamming down deliciously against your throbbing clit each time you fucked your fingers into yourself.

Neither of you said a word, the only sounds were your fingers slapping down again your skin and both of your soft gasps and whimpers. Neither of you moved closer to each other, just watched, now looking at each other in the eyes. Finally, the buildup between your thighs released, your climax ripping through your body violently while your eyes fluttered shut right in front of him. He watched as your eyes rolled back in your head, fingers slowly but not stopping as you came around them, arousal dripping down your skin. The sight made him cum, the white liquid pouring down around his knuckles and fingers. His hips twitching and bucking wildly into his fist until he was emptied of every drop.

After steadying your breathing and a tinge of embarrassment creeping up in the back of your head as the reality of what had just happened sat in, you stood up silently and walked to the restroom without a word while he went to grab a napkin to wipe his hand. Finally taking the shower you had postponed, hoping it would wash away the ‘sinful’ shame you suddenly felt. When you were done washing, you came out of the bathroom to an empty living room again. Yunho’s bedroom door was closed and you could hear his bedroom tv playing an episode of a show he had watched multiple times. You fought the urge to knock on his door and won, deciding to hide out in your room as well, worrying about how different things would be from here on out.

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Hours had past and you couldn’t sleep again. You had conflicted feelings about what had happened. Anxious for the next time you’d see Yunho but also burning with anticipation to see what would happen next. You were pacing back and forth across the room, making up possible scenarios in your head of what could happen and what you would do and say. You were on your 5th hypothetical conversation when you heard a light tap at your door. You paused for a moment, collecting yourself, then invited him in.

“Come in.” You said weakly, voice faltering.

The door creaked open and Yunho’s head peaked around it, eyes wide and inviting.

“Hey.” He said, still not fully inside of the door frame.

“Hi.”

“So.. should we talk about it?” He mumbled, leaning against the wooden frame. His eyes dropping to the floor trying to act nonchalant.

“I guess so.” You shrugged, trying to match his energy. However, multiple long moments pass without a single word from both of you.

“So I-“

“I just-“

You both try speaking at once, cutting each other off. You clamped your mouth shut and held your hand out to him to invite him to start the conversation.

“Um- do you- I mean, are you okay?” He said, stuttering.

“Am I okay?”

“Yeah, like, with what happened. Do you feel weird about it?” He huffed out a nervous breath and ran his hands through his hair.

“Oh.” Suddenly every line you rehearsed in your head disappeared, your mind falling blank.

“Oh? Oh god, I’m so sorry.” His hands fell to his hands in remorse, panicking.

“What? No! I mean, I’m okay! Please, don’t do… that.”

“You’re okay?” His head snapped up again. “Are you sure?”

“Yes. I’m okay. I’m just a little confused I guess.” You admitted to him.

“Confused? About what?”

“About all of it, I think. How it happened and why it did.” Just asking the question made your head spin again with different theories.

“Well, why were you fingering yourself on the couch?” He asked and you suddenly felt a little offended. Was he putting the blame on you?

“Excuse me? Why were you jacking off on the couch yesterday?”

“Because I didn’t think you’d be home!” He said, his voice louder and more defensive.

“So you thought to jerk off in the living room with my UNDERWEAR?”

Your words made him stand up straight and run his hand through his hair, at a loss for words. You glared at him, still annoyed from him trying to pin all of this on you. If looks could kill, he would be a goner.

“Okay, fine. I jerk off in your panties.” He huffed and you felt like a fuse popped in your head.

“PantieS? As in plural?”

“Yeah.” He shrugged. “Pretty often.”

“Why?” Your voice sounded horrified but the heat growing between your thighs told the real truth of your curiosity.

“Do you really have to ask that?” He mumbled mainly to himself.

“Yeah, I kinda think that deserves some sort of explanation.” You rolled your eyes, your awkwardness turning into annoyance.

“I uh- kinda have a crush on you?” He cleared his throat nervously and his cheeks turned bright red. “And that’s probably the closest I’ll ever get to having sex with you so-“

“You have a crush on me?” You interrupted him in your state of shock.

“Yes. I’m sorry if it’s weird since I live with you and all. And I promise that I’m not a creep! I mean, this is a creepy thing to do but it’s the only weird thing I’ve done and I’m so sorry-“

“Yunho.. Yunho!” You called his name out multiple times to get him to stop rambling. “Can you chill out for a second?”

He paused and clamped his lips together, forcing himself to stop talking.

“Thank you.” You giggled. “Yunho, you could have said something. I’d totally fuck you.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m sorry I- I just mean, you could have just asked? I’ve had a crush on you for a while.” You admitted and felt good saying it out loud.

“So, that’s all I had to do?” He asked, still bewildered, shaking his head in disbelief. He crossed his arms and stared at you for a moment. His bottom lip pulled between his teeth and his brow furrowed in deep thought.

“Yeah. That’s it.”

He started to walk towards you slowly, his eyes low. His demeanor was different, more intense. He never took his eyes off of you as he got closer and closer.

“So I could have just asked if I could lean down and kiss you?” He asked, bending over you an inching his face closer. “And you would have said yes?”

“Yes.” You told him, your voice hardly louder than a whisper. He reached his hand out to lay his palm against the side of your neck, fingers wrapping around the back. Your heart was beating fast and he could feel your pulse on his fingers.

Yunho pulled you to him softly and pressed his lips against yours. They were soft as pillows and formed to yours perfectly. You leaned into him to kiss him back but, he pulled away all too soon.

“What about if I asked to kiss you with my tongue?” His voice was deeper than before you had kissed him. You didn’t answer verbally, you just nodded your head. “What if I asked to kiss you with my tongue between your thighs?”

“I think you have a few more questions to ask me before we go that far.” You said as a joke but with a hint of seriousness.

“But if I had asked?” He pushed forward, not wanting you to slither out of his questioning.

“I would have let you.” Your voice was barely a whisper, but it was all the confirmation he needed. He pulled you in for another kiss, this time with more fire behind it. It didn’t take long for the kiss to deepen and for Yunho to climb over you in your bed, joining you in your sheets.

Yunho’s body covered yours, engulfing you in his warm arms. His hands tangled in your hair to pull your lips to his with eagerness. Between your thighs, you felt his large erection pressing against your clothed core. You rolled your hips up against him for friction you desperately craved, eliciting a delicious groan from deep within his chest.

“Please fuck me.” You begged him breathlessly, finally pulling away from his lips.

“Not so fast. I’ve been dreaming about this for months.” He chuckled, using one of his hands to pull his shirt off over his head. You ran your hand down his chiseled chest following every bump and crevice of his muscles until you reached his sweatpants, slipping your hand between his waistband of his pants and boxers, cupping his erection in your palm over his underwear. You could feel the wet spot his precum had made in his boxers.

“Let me take these off of you.” You told him.

“Only if I can take yours off too.”

You nodded your head and both of you took time stripping each other naked, piece of clothing by piece of clothing. Your warm bodies meshing together perfectly like puzzle pieces.

Yunho’s hand snaked down between your thighs and cupped your pussy, his palm and fingers engulfing you completely. You rolled your hips into his palm, spreading your arousal across his skin and moaned deeply into your shared kiss. You returned the favor, reaching down to wrap your hand around his throbbing cock that. When he slipped two fingers into your folds and dragged them up to your clit to rub circles you started to move your wrist up and down his shaft, jerking him off as he played with you. Your whimpers only giving him extra pleasure on top of what your warm hand was doing for him.

“You’re so wet for me, baby.” He growled, then dipped the two fingers into your pulsing entrance.

“Ah!” You moaned, throwing your head back erotically when you felt his big fingers spread you open around him. He pushed his fingers up and down into your g-spot, his palm still giving you friction against your clit. You were trying your best to keep your hand steady on his cock but found it harder and harder to stay focused with Yunho’s expert fingers bringing you closer and closer to an orgasm.

“Yunho.. Yunho stop- I’m gonna-“ you tried warning him which only made him laugh.

“Then why would I stop?” He whispered seductively in your ear, rutting his palm even harder into your clit. You let go of his cock and grabbed onto his wrist in some sort of false control, your legs opening up wider for him as your climax continued to build. You looked up at him and met his eyes and found him looking at you intensely, his lips mere inches from yours, brushing against you as your body moved from his fingers thrusting into you.

“Cum on my fingers for me baby.” He whispered against your lips, coaxing you.

“Yunho..”

He placed his lips against your neck and used his teeth to bite down on your sensitive skin, the nip sending you into your climax around his fingers. Your body collapsed around his arm, crunching into a ball as you called out in sexual agony.

“Thaaats it.. that’s my girl.” He praised you, still moving his fingers in but slowing his speed until he finally came to a steady stop and pulling his soaked fingers out of your cunt. You watched, chest heaving from trying to find your breath, as he brought those soaked fingers up to his plump lips and sucked off your juices.

“You’re such a freak.” You giggled shyly.

“You shouldn’t be shocked about that at this point.” He told you, a smile on his face. “Now, let me taste more of you. Sit on my face.”

“Yunho, I just came. Let me make you cum.”

“Don’t worry, that will happen later. I need as much of you as I can get. I’ve waited too fucking long.” He told you, grabbing on to your waist and pulling you with his strength onto of his torso. “Come on, scoot up baby.”

He helped you shift forward until you were hovered over his mouth. When you looked down, you could still see his eyes peering up at you. You stayed there unmoving for a moment, feeling a bit nervous. Sensing your hesitation, Yunho used his arms to wrap around each of your hips and pulled you down close enough for him to stick out his tongue and lick a stripe up your wet folds.

“Fuck!” You moaned, your hand shooting downwards and tangling in the chaos of his messy brown hair. You unintentionally gave it a fierce tug. “I’m sorry- shit.”

“No, don’t stop.” He groaned between your thighs. “Don’t be afraid to use me how you want.”

He pulled you down again, this time further where your pussy settled down nicely against his tongue. Your head rolled back as you felt him roll the tip from your entrance and up to your clit and back down again, over and over. He used his arms to push and pull your hips across his mouth, encouraging you to ride him.

You wrapped your fingers in his hair and allowed your hips to follow his guidance, allowing the pleasure from his tongue to consume you. Down below, he watched you whimper and writhe while he licked up every drop of your arousal. Yunho hummed into your cunt, making the vibrations echo through your core for an extra layer of pleasure.

“Oh my god-“ you gasped. Your hips started to move a little faster as you felt your second climax approaching quickly. Yunho let go of your thighs as you had found your own rhythm and let his hands wander up your torso to your breasts. His fingertips rubbing teasing caresses across your hard nipples. You moaned loudly from the stimulation, pleased he had found one of your most sensitive spots. He was pleased as well.

He used his fingers to pull gently at your nipples, the stimulation being just what you needed to send you screaming to your second climax.

“Fuck! I’m cumming, I’m cumming, I’m cumming-“ you announced, body convulsing above him as you came, almost violently, on his tongue. He hummed in enjoyment as he devoured every drop of your orgasm until you collapsed onto the bed beside him, body still twitching.

Yunho wasted no time climbing on top of you and settling between your thighs. He could see your pussy was still throbbing, pulsing, and he needed to feel it around his leaking cock. He used one arm to hold his weight above you, waiting for you to look at him before speaking.

“Can I fuck you?” He asked, his voice desperate and husky. You had no idea how much more you could take but you still wanted more and more of him. You gave him the consent he needed and felt him line his tip up with your sensitive opening. He used his hand to ease his cock into you slowly, your walls swallowing his thick length with ease. Yunho shuttered and nuzzled his face into your neck, moaning as your wet warmth enclosed around his cock.

Once fully inside of you, he rested, allowing both yourself and him to adjust to the feeling. He rested his forehead against yours to look deep into your eyes. Yunho could feel you throb around him, awakening the side of him he was trying his best to control.

At least for your first time together.

You saw something in his eyes shift. The softness becoming more a look of hunger. He sat up onto his knees while still inside of you, gripping onto your hips and pushing them down onto the bed in a butterfly position. You gasped at his sudden manhandling, not in disapproval, but the position of being completely spread for him to take.

He rolled his hips into you once with force, slamming his pelvis into you roughly to test the waters, and was pleased to find you reacted with a delicious groan. He took that as his invitation to continue his rough thrusts, using your hips to pull him into you over and over.

“You feel so. fucking. good.” He grunted between his teeth. You felt like your brain had detached, your mind floating. His thick cock was coaxing the most pornographic sounds from both your lips and your cunt as he fucked into it ruthlessly. Your back arched off of the bed, hands gripping at the sheets as you tried to hold onto whatever inch of reality you were connected to.

Yunho could feel your pussy getting tighter around him. He let go of your hips and used one hand to push down onto your pelvis, just above your pussy, to force you to feel him rub against your swollen g-spot inside even more intensely. His other hand found a spot around your throat, his fingers fitting snug around the side of it, still allowing you to breathe comfortably.

“That’s it baby, take my cock.” He cooed at you, grip getting tighter around your throat as he thrusted more. “Fuck, you’re taking me so well. I’ve wanted this for so long.”

“Yunho-“ you managed to choke out. “Feels.. so good.”

“Yeah? You like taking daddy’s cock? With his hand around your throat? You’re such a good girl for me.” His speed only seemed to get quicker, fucking you so roughly. He couldn’t get enough after waiting so long to finally have his way with you. And you loved every second of how rough he was being. Your wetness was dripping out of you, down his balls, and onto the bed.

“Daddy..” you whimpered mindlessly, the only word you could manage in this moment. He bit his lip and grunted, feeling close to his climax. He knew it wouldn’t be long until he was filling you up. He extended his thumb out and pressed it against your swollen clit and rubbed you in circles, making you scream. He could feel your climax about to erupt.

“Come on baby. Give it to daddy.” He ordered you. “Give. It. To. Me.”

Your orgasm gushed out of you, spraying onto his torso while he fucked your convulsing body. He hardly had enough time to admire the visual of you squirting all over his cock before his own climax erupted as well, filling you up to the brim. He shuttered, moaning loudly as he emptied himself while still feeling you cum around him. Both of you enjoying every second of your final orgasms until you couldn’t take it anymore.

Yunho pulled out of you gently and got a towel to clean both of you up. He helped you wipe both his and your liquids off your skin, being extra careful around the sensitive areas, and then gave you a gentle kiss on the forehead.

“Well..” he said, examining the mess on your bedsheets. “I don’t think you’ll be able to sleep in here tonight.”

“Definitely not.” You giggled. “I normally put a towel down if I think I’m going to do.. that.. so I’m on the couch until I do laundry.”

Yunho looked at you with an appalling glare.

“The couch? What do you take me for?”

“What? I mean, where else would I sleep?” You ask him curiously.

“With me, of course.” He told you. “I even have a shirt and shorts you can wear.”

“Yunho, you don’t have to go out of your way for me just because we hooked up.”

“I want to. And trust me, it’s just the beginning. Now, let’s go to bed. And maybe ruin those sheets too.”

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“Whose turn is it?” Wooyoung asked, his words slurring slightly from his 4th drink. We were all at an AirBNB for his birthday and he was at the point in his evening where he wanted to play truth or dare.

“San! Truth or dare?” Woo asked. San thought for a moment before choosing dare. “Kiss Seonghwa for 30 seconds!”

Normally truth or dare was his excuse to make people kiss.

“What about you? Truth or dare?” He asked. You chose to play it safe this time, not fully as drunk as you should be to do any of the dares he came up with.

“Truth.”

“Oh, come on!” Wooyoung groaned. “Whatever. Okay, a truth.. which one of us do you think would be best in bed and who would be the worst?”

You rolled your eyes at his question.

“I am not answering that.”

“Nope! That’s not how the game works.” Hongjoong protested. “You chose truth so now you have to answer.”

“You guys just want to know who I might want to fuck.” I groaned from the silliness of it.

“Yeah, pretty much.” San confirmed and the other boys all nodded in agreement and laughed.

“Okay, fine.” I took a sip of my drink. “Is this opinion based on who I think would be best in general or who would be best based on my own preferences?”

“Your own preferences.” Jongho said and the others agreed.

You were somebody who liked sex on the rougher side. Spanking, choking, and name-calling were all on your must-have list if you wanted to leave satisfied. Vanilla sex was fine but, usually didn’t do it for you.

You scoped out the room of the 8 candidates and analyzed each part of their personality that could hint at their bedroom behavior. Your best was chosen quite quickly.

“I think San would be the best.” The boys all started to protest, trying to argue their case as to why they would be better.

“Guys, come on! She made her choice.” San laughed and threw his arms up in triumph.

“Okay she still needs to choose who she thinks would suck.” Seonghwa said, reminding you of the second part of the question.

“It’s not who I think sucks.” You emphasize. “It’s who I think would not be a good match for me.”

“Not be able to satisfy you.” Yeosang added.

“Exactly.” Your eyes rested on Yunho. He had been silent most of the game as he babysat his drink. He was overly sweet, gentle, kinda like a puppy dog. Definitely not somebody you could picture throwing you around in bed.

“Yunho..” you looked at him with sad, apologetic eyes. “I’m so sorry.”

“Me?!” He yelled in shock. The room erupted in laughter along with fake sympathy remarks. “Why me?”

“You’re just such a sweetie. You’re gentle and soft. Romantic. And that’s just not what I get off on.” The alcohol seemed to have kicked in a bit. “I’m sorry. It’s just a game!”

Yunho pouted most of the night. You all had to pitch in together to move San and Wooyoung to bed after they has one too many. Once they were tucked in everyone went to their assigned room. Being the only girl on the trip, you got lucky and scored your own room you didn’t have to share.

You stripped down to your pajama’s which was a pair of underwear and an oversized t shirt. You climbed in bed after brushing your teeth and was about to turn off the light when there was a knock at the door.

“Come in?” You called out. The doorknob twisted and the door creaked open slowly.

“Hey.” It was Yunho. He leaned against the doorframe, arms crossed over his chest.

“Hey. What’s up?” You asked, a bit confused.

“You really think I couldn’t satisfy you in bed?” He asked.

“Oh my god, no more of this.” You groaned and threw yourself back onto the pillows. “Can I go to bed please?”

“So what is it that you like?” Yunho ignored your request for sleep. He shut the door behind him and turned to face you. The look in his eyes was something you hadn’t seen before.

“Yunho..? What are you doing-“

“Do you like to get fucked?” His voice was hard and serious, making the shocking words strike you even harder.

“I- I don’t understand-“ you stuttered.

“Answer me.” He demanded. A chill ran down your spine which made you sit up in bed.

“Yes.” You mumbled but felt embarrassed at the confession.

“Do you want to be held down? Choked?” He continued with the intimate questions. His hand turned the lock on my door, the sound of it alerting you of the true intentions of his visit and questions. “Do you like getting fucked into the mattress?”

“Yes.” Your response was shaky, nervous, but your body was responding to the questions he was asking.

“And you don’t think that’s something I’m capable of?” He walked towards the bed slowly, causing your heart rate to speed up.

“I don’t know.” Your voice came out hardly louder than a whisper. “It was just a game Yunho. You know I don’t know anything about that part of you.”

Yunho put his hands on the foot of the bed and leaned forward towards you.

“Exactly, you don’t know. And I want to show you that I’m different than what you think.”

You laughed out loud at what you thought was a joke however, he did not find any humor in your response.

“Why are you laughing at me?” He was serious and his tone confirmed that for you.

“I’m sorry.” You started to stutter. “I mean, you have to be joking right? Yunho we’re friends-“

“Right. We are friends. So why would you embarrass me in front of everyone?” He reached out and grabbed your ankles, he caressed the skin with his thumbs.

“I didn’t mean to. I just don’t think-“

“That’s the issue. You’re thinking way too much.” He interrupted you. “All you have to do is behave and I’ll give you exactly what you want.”

“Behave?” You laughed but you felt yourself start to get turned on by his words. “And what exactly is it that I want?”

“You want to get fucked like a whore.”

You opened your mouth to protest but had no breath to form words. He was right, you did want that. But with him? You couldn’t picture him doing anything more than missionary.

“Am I wrong?” He pushed when you didn’t respond.

“No, you’re not wrong.” You paused for a moment to watch him. He had thought he won a victory but you had plans to push him a bit farther. “But it doesn’t change the fact that I don’t think you have it in you.”

Yunho’s nostrils flared in anger. He gripped on your ankles tightly and dragged you to him. You gasped at the sudden movement.

“Just give me the green light and I’ll make you eat those words.” He was inches from your face, his lips so close to brushing against yours.

‘Fuck it, maybe it will be good.’ You thought to yourself.

Just to be sure he knew exactly the vibe you craved, you continued to push him.

“I thought you said you wanted to fuck me like a whore?” You giggled, teasing. “You ask whores for permission? How soft of you.”

“There’s nothing soft about me baby.” He chuckled darkly. “You’ll see why I wanted your permission once I’m done with you.”

“You don’t scare me.” You reached your hand up to caress his cheek with your hand. “Do your worst.”

Yunho snatched your had off of his face and pulled you off the bed with it, making you yelp. He grabbed your chin in his hand and pulled you to his lips. He kissed you hard and pulled on your bottom lip with his teeth. The kiss made you dizzy and left you gasping for air.

“Last chance to change your mind.” He warned you after breaking the kiss but you shook your head. You were all in. He took a seat on the bed.

“Lay across my lap.” He ordered you and you obeyed, giggling uncontrollably. You couldn’t believe Yunho, of all people, was about to spank you.

Yunho lifted the bottom of your shirt up to expose your clothed behind. He placed his large hand on your ass and started to gently knead and massage the skin, placing very light spanks on your cheeks.

You smirked and rolled your eyes at the amateur attempt of being a dom-type.

“You humiliated me in front of everyone.” He told you, still gently kneading. “Made everyone think I was too soft and too gentle.”

Yunho’s fingers slipped under the waistband of your panties and slowly pulled them down to your knees. His fingers traced their way back up your legs, grazing very close to your core, before finding its place again on your ass.

“You’re going to wish I was gentle after we’re done.” He told you and quickly lifted his hand off of you and bringing it down swiftly on your bare skin. It was sharp and made you gasp. He did it a second time, a third. You started to squirm in his lap, trying to avoid the impacts.

“Stay fucking still.” He growled at you and spanked you again.

He used his hand to move your legs apart, changing your foot placement. His hand ran down your ass and to your core, cupping it with his hand.

“Dont run from me.”

Yunho lifted his hand off you and brought it back down onto your pussy with force. A bolt of pleasure echoed through you in an unexpected way. You moaned loudly and you felt wetness spread through your folds. He continued spanking you between your thighs over and over, each time getting harder, the impact more sharp.

“Fuck-Yunho!” You gasped.

“Wet from getting her cunt spanked. What a good little whore.” Your wetness coated his hand more and more as he continued to spank you. His fingers kept coming back down onto you in just the right spot. The impact always hitting your now throbbing clit. You felt a familiar feeling building between your thighs.

“Oh my god.” You said in shock. “I think- I think I might cum-“

It came out almost as a question as you could hardly believe you were about to climax just from him spanking you.

“I didn’t say you could cum, did I?” Yunho stopped and you felt your climax slip away.

“God, Yunho please.” You panted. “You proved me wrong. Please just let me cum.”

“I’ll make you cum but I’m not near done with you yet.” He plunged two fingers into you, making you gasp in stock. “Now, be a good girl and take my fingers.”

He moved his fingers in and out viciously. The noises he pulled from your body were almost primal, surely alerting everyone in the house of what was going on. His fingers were working you right on your g-spot.

“Fuck!” You screamed as you felt your orgasm gush out of you.

“Look at you squirting for me.” He cooed. “What a filthy slut.”

He continued to push and pull his fingers out. The floor below you was soaked as you continued to convulse on his lap. It took a while until he decided to show kindness to you and remove his fingers.

“Yunho.. holy shit.” You tried to get up but lost your balance in the process, your legs weak from your climax. He caught you in his hands and stabilized you.

“Lay down on the bed.” He told you.

“You’ve proven your point. I can’t cum again I think I’ll die-“

Yunho pinned you back against the mattress, his hand around your neck to hold you in place.

“You wanted to be fucked like a whore and that’s what you’re getting.” His voice was deeper than normal, full of desire. “I get to decide how many times you cum, not you. Your body is mine right now and you’re going to take what I give you. Do you understand?”

“Yes.” You whimpered, the pulse returning to your pussy.

“Are you going to take it like a good little whore?” You felt your eyes roll in the back of your head at these words.

“Yes daddy.” You moaned. Yunho bit down on his lip and groaned.

“Good girl.”

Yunho positioned his face in front of you and used his hands to push your legs back by your chest. You felt your folds being spread open, his hot breath hovered over your greedy core. He placed a gentle kiss on your swollen clit that made you whimper, then dipped his head down into you, his mouth deliciously licking up your slick. He moved his tongue up and down your slit, his tongue dragging over your clit again and again.

“God, you’re eating my pussy so good.” You moan and feel the vibration of a chuckle from Yunho as he confined to eat you. He wrapped his lips around your bundle of nerves and started to suck, making a ‘pop’ sound every time he pulled off. It drove you crazy.

“Shit! Oh my god, dont stop!” You writhed underneath him as he continued to devour your pussy. Your back started to arch off the bed as you neared your breaking point.

“Cum on my tongue baby.” He murmured into you before going back to lapping your clit. It took three swipes of his tongue to bring you to your second orgasm. Your hips jerked as you came, your clit sensitive from the second climax of the night. But, Yunho didn’t let up. Instead, you felt one of his fingers teasing your pulsating entrance.

“Yunho! I can’t-“ you shrieked when you felt him start to push his digit into you.

“You can and you will.” He ordered you. “You’re going to take it.”

He pulled his fingers in and out of you and placed his lips around your clit again. This time flicking the tip of his tongue over it as he sucked on you. Your eyes rolled into the back of your head and your mouth fell agape as a numbing pleasure spread over you.

“Yunho.” You hardly managed to choke out his name. Your body went rigid, a spray of clear liquid leaving your body and splashing onto Yunho’s face and shirt left your body. He moaned in satisfaction, licking up every drop.

“Squirting for me again? You spoil me baby.” He purred into you. You were still twitching from the aftershocks of your orgasm. Yunho dropped his sleeping pants down around his ankles, his hard cock was trying to break free from the boxers that were half-heartedly concealing him. He gripped himself over the fabric, jerking himself off slowly.

“Are you ready for daddy’s cock?” He used his free hand to reach out and spread your folds for him. You recoiled from his touch.

“I’m too sensitive.” You whined, unsure how much else you could take. Yunho made a disproving noise with his mouth.

“You still aren’t listening to me, are you?” He pushed his boxers down off of him, his rock hard cock recoiling as it sprung out of the clothing. His dick was dripping with pre-cum. “You’re going to take what I give you.”

Yunho grabbed your hips and pushed them hard into the bed, holding you down, then pushed his thick cock into you. A string of profanities left your lips as he filled up your overly sensitive cunt.

“I can’t, I can’t, I CANT!” You whined but made no attempt to stop him. You wanted it.

“Take my cock like a good whore.” Yunho told you, reaching to grab you by throat. He started rolling his hips into you, grunting with every thrust. He was ruthless with his pounding, taking exactly what he wanted. You.

“Oh my god!” You screamed. Your hands were frantically trying to grip onto the sheets under you.

“Do you love my cock baby?” He asked you, his pace still ruthless.

“Yes!” You started to get dizzy. “I love your cock Yunho.”

Yunho used his thumb to rub on your used clit, the added sensation sending you into a spiral.

“Cum on my cock. Do it for me.”

You shattered around him, a loud scream leaving your body as you clenched down around him in your final orgasm. Your ears started to ring and you started uncontrollably squirting on Yunho and his cock as he sloppily fucked you out.

“Fuck baby, I’m gonna cum-“ he didn’t even finish his sentence before releasing his load, filling you up. He collapsed on top of you when he was done, enclosing you in his arms. Your body convulsing once in sensitivity when he pulled himself out of you.

“Holy shit.” You were still breathing heavy as you tried to recover. “That was.. that was insane.”

“Good insane?” His dom persona disappearing. He seemed concerned.

“Yes. Insane in a good way.” You giggled.

“You made cum, what? 4 times?”

“5 times.” A smile spread across his face in triumph.

“I’m sorry I doubted you. I was definitely very, very, wrong.” You admitted.

“It’s all good. I had a lot of fun making you eat your words.”

We were both interrupted and startled by the door handle shaking as somebody tried to get in the room. You both covered yourself up in the duvet quickly.

“Um, yeah?” You called out, refusing to open it.

“What the HELL is going on in there?” Wooyoung’s voice carried through the door. Yunho and I glanced at each other and we stifled a laugh.

“We’re just playing truth or dare.”

——————-

"hello baby girl," he murmured.

you looked at him through heavy eyes and tried to blink away the tiredness. "I didn't think you'd be back tonight..."

fuck, you sounded so surprised when you said it. not accusing, not upset, just pleased. his alpha whined a little, unhappy that he'd left his omega alone for so long. "thought the change of scenery would help," he admitted and ran his scent mark over your cheek, "what are you doing on the floor baby?"

you untangled your arms to hold his hand there, fingers warm and claiming as you dipped your head to nuzzle at his pulse point. you yawned. "smells like woo here," you admitted, shy but honest.

Hongjoong immediately wanted to lower himself and beg for forgiveness. it was comeback season and it was busy. songs that were supposed to be finished had been sent back with a list of changes. more and more photoshoots and filming schedules were put into their calendars. they'd signed on to do a showcase and that meant extra practice. the days seem to stretch on and on with no end in sight.

they'd apologised, warned you in advance. You'd smiled and promised you understood - "just look after yourself, okay?"

and then in the middle of all that, was you seeking the scent of your pack because you missed them so terribly. god, what a shitty fucking alpha he was.

"woo's bed smells like him too," Hongjoong reminded, "and softer."

you shook your head. "its not the same without him there," you confessed, "none of your rooms are."

his alpha whimpered. Hongjoong might have let it slip out.

"come to bed with me," he said as he urged you to your feet. you followed obediently, let him gather you close and tug your blanket around your shoulders.

"don't you have work?" you asked.

he did but there was no way it was going to get done tonight. not with your words in his head, your scent fresh around him and that hopeful light in your eye. "I was just getting water before I sleep," he lied, "so come with me."

you didn't argue with him, let him lead you across the house - half empty with their pack mates on other sides of the country for work - and into his room. the covers were still messy from the last time he'd slept there and you slid into them as if they were your own.

they were, he supposed, just like he was.

You slept with your face pressed against his scent gland, against the mating mark you'd put there. Hongjoong held you tight, anything to make up for lost time.

-

hongjoong: everyone better get their asses home as quick as possible

hongjoong: our girl needs us

-

jongho had never wanted to get home faster in his life. the message from hongjoong sat in the group chat - the one specifically reserved for work, not pack related things - and any follow up message went unanswered. the flight from jeju to Seoul was only an hour and yet it felt like a lifetime, his alpha pacing and tugging at his control.

he barely held back asking his manager to break the speed limit.

you had been theirs for nearly three years and yet he still felt like it was all so fresh when he thought of you. it was like he was still fumbling, trying to find his place with you and desperately afraid of fucking it up.

jongho looked at the group chat again. estimated arrival times and demands for answers still sat without response. he'd be the first one to arrive, the others on later flights because of their schedules.

of course, his mind jumped to the worst - to hurt and pain and death - and he felt sick. but that couldn't be, right? they were all busy but something like that - Hongjoong would have called. his manager wouldn't be humming songs playing on the radio under his breath. the world wouldn't continue turning.

so he tried to breathe through the initial panic, told himself that he was going to curse the pack alpha out for making him nauseous with worry, and assure himself that you were all in one piece.

he barely said goodbye to his manager, stumbling out of the car with his overnight bag slung over his shoulder, and took the steps up two at a time.

and there you were, on the corner of the sofa. your legs were tucked underneath you, a familiar blanket over your feet and clothes that were definitely Mingi's judging by the size on your body. your messy from sleep and your eyebrows were narrowed in concentration as you read something on your phone.

jongho's chest hurt as it always did at the sight of you.

your face lit up as soon as you saw him. "jjong!"

he dropped to his knees in front of you. his hands slid around, desperately seeking for signs of pain or injury, while his eyes jumped over your face. perfect, unblemished and mildly amused by his wandering limbs. he sniffed but couldn't detect any pain - only your sweet honey mixed with the tinges of delight that he was back in front of you.

your own fingers slid up the plains of his chest, hooking in the chain that hung from his neck. "I thought you weren't going to be back until tonight?"

"hongjoong-hyung said you needed us," jongho said softly, "so I came."

he watched the happy surprise dance across your face before it melted into embarrassment. "I didn't," you murmured, shook your head and ducked it low to hide the flush rising on your cheeks. "it could have waited."

jongho let his fingers smooth the creased the fabric at your waist. "nothing waits with you," he said, patient, honest, "what do you need?"

you ducked your head, the top bumping against the centre of his chest. his alpha rumbled at the contact and he dropped his head to press a kiss to the back of your head instinctively.

"I missed you," you whispered, "nothing smells like you anymore and I'm nesting so I was looking your scent and - did you know that the gym still smells like you and sannie?"

understanding hit him then. the tension he still held in his shoulders let him on the next exhale.

"where's hongjoong?" jongho asked patiently.

you smiled shyly. "getting supplies before pre-heat hits properly," you said.

jongho hummed in understanding. "do you need help making your nest?" he asked, "somewhere not on the gym floor."

the tips of your ears went pink. "help me?"

he kissed the curve of your lips. "yeah gorgeous, whatever you need."

your eyes dancing over his shoulders and jongho didn't even need you to ask. he was already shrugging his coat off his shoulders and tugging the jumper off his body. the way you hugged it close, eyes dilating and the way the tension left your shoulders was answer enough.

"Wait," you hesitated, "you said us? Does that mean the others too?"

you looked so adorably excited.

"will be with you in an hour," he promised.

you scrambled onto your feet. "okay, nest. I gotta get it ready. Ready for you."

it was all omega talk, a blabber about a safe place for your alphas to enter. the usual signs that you were about to start your heat. You never spoke that like that normally, never referred to any of them as your alphas in. normal conversation. still, it made jongho's alpha whine in delight and he watched, fond, utterly in love.

their managers would have a field day about the change of schedules, he was sure, and professionally, jongho knew it would cause more trouble later on. right now though, he didn't care. not with his omega reaching for him, his scent mixing with yours and your fingers interlocked with his.

he pressed a kiss to the back of your hand and nudged his nose along the insight of your wrist. "tell me what you need me to do baby," he murmured, "I got you."

-

jongho: no one is hurt or dying, beautiful is nesting

san: he couldn't have said that???

wooyoung: he made sangie cry

yeosang: you cried too!

seonghwa: why didn't he answer?

jongho: Hongjoong let his phone battery die

mingi: it is acceptable to cuss out our pack alpha?

yunho: he's gonna pay for my medical bills from this HEART ATTACK HE GAVE ME

hongjoong: I was half asleep!

hongjoong: it wasn't supposed to be so dramatic

yeosang: have you forgotten who your pack mates are?

jongho: [1 photo attachment]

jongho: our omega says hurry up

mingi: !!!!!!!

yunho: running

wooyoung: i might cry again

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"Why'd you stop, Baby?" Yunho asks from the sidelines as Mingi slows his thrusts. He can't answer, head falling into your shoulder as he breaths heavily. "Princess?" He asks you instead.

"He's dumb, Daddy. He's gonna cum, can feel it." He stands up, stepping over the wire connected to your laptop and climbing up onto the bed behind Mingi.

The camera is situated to make sure all of your faces are cut off, something all of you had agreed on immediately. But all of the 800 viewers can see you caged under Mingis slumped figure, almost hidden completely as he holds onto you with his big arms. All 817 can see Yunho's big hands sliding up your legs.

A quiet ping rings out, and Yunho looks over to the monitor with his head on Mingis back. "They want to see you fuck her, Minie. Think you can handle that? Or you too close, Baby?"

"Too close, Daddy." He whines into your neck, grabbing your wrist and pinning them down after you decide to tease his nipple. You giggle, and push it by rolling your hips. "F-fuck!"

"Don't be a tease, Princess." Yunhos words make you settle, arm wrapping around the large expanse of Mignis back and rubbing gently in an apology.

"Sorry, Minie. Jus' want to be fucked."

A ping follows immediately, then another. And Yunho laughs lowly. "Yeah, our Princess is needy isn't she?"You whine as Mingis hips leave yours, groaning at the emptiness of your cunt.

"Don't worry," Mingi whispers as he lays down beside you and cuddles up: hard cock pressed against you hip. "Daddy's gonna fuck you good. He's so good to us." He isn't even playing it up for the camera. Yunho is so good to the both of you. His babies.

"You need me to stretch you out more, Princes-" "No, wan' your cock."

He slaps your thigh lightly and it makes you yelp, drowning out the pinging of the computer. "What, Baby?"

"He wants you to say please," Mingi says matter-of-factly, letting his hand settle on your breast and engulfing it completely. You roll your eyes at him and place your hand over his as he begins to knead your flesh and distract you as Yunho spreads your legs further to make room for himself.

"Please, Daddy? I r- I need- ugh! Min, stop!" You grab at his broad shoulder and dig your fingers in as he latches his mouth on your nipple, making sure to keep his face away from the cameras view.

"Come on, Princess. I know you can ask nice... be a good girl."

"Please, fuck me! I need it! Need your cock, please, please!" Mingi sees the tears trickling down your cheek as you beg and, knowing the pain of wanting Yunhos cock so badly you cry, he cups a hand over your cheek and moans into your tit to comfort you.

"I don't know..." Yunhos words make you cry out, grabbing for him.

"Please, Daddy, you know I've been good. We've both been good! Plea-"

"Should I fuck her?" He turns his body to the camera to let everyone know he's talking to them. Both you and Mingi sit up quickly when Yunho curls his fingers in a 'come hither' motion. Mingi steadies you with his hands on your hips as he pushes you infront of him.

"Should I?" He asks again, hand resting on your knee as you kneel on the edge of the bed. Your eyes flick through the fast moving chat, whining as you see the majority of them say for 'Daddy' to keep making 'Min' try and fuck you.

"No, please... wan- please, want Daddy to fuck us." Multiple donations come in and one of them reads 'daddy should fuck her'. Mingi catches you as you nearly fall over to get at the computer and read more. He pulls you back with his hands placed over your chest, and everything picks up pace on the screen.

"Thank you, thank you! You saw that? They said fuck me, so fuck me, Daddy, c'mon!" You yell excitedly, hands grabbing at Mingis hand in happiness and wrapping around one of his fingers. Mingi laughs into the back of your head, and Yunho leans back in laughter at your excitement.

When he fixes his posture, he sees a comment that breaks his brain.'Princess is so tiny! Look at her hands!!' His neck almost snaps at how fast he turns and looks at the two of you.

Mingis large hands are still fixed over your breast, pulling your back to his chest. Your hands look tiny in comparison, especially as you hold onto each of his index fingers: grounding yourself in your excitement.

"Fuck," he whispers as it fully sinks in. He lifts you up slowly and turns your around to face him as you sit in his lap. He takes you in a hot, rough kiss as he sinks you down on his cock.

Mingi comes up behind Yunho, holding your hands as they drape over his shoulders. "Does he feel good? He feels so good?" He wants it just as badly as you do, but he knows to wait his turn- especially when the camera is on."Princess, is it good, tell me, come on," he draws out, wrapping his arms over both you and Yunho, holding your back and digging in with his nails.

"You know it does, Minie... You k... Oh, Daddy!" You scream as he bucks up into you fast, hard. "Daddy, God!"

Mingi smiles as you grab his hands,pulling them back up and weaving your fingers together over Yunhos shoulders. "Fuck, Min, you- ah! You should feel this, so good! Daddy's so good!" 'Daddy' smiles into your chest, bouncing your hips on his big cock as you tell your boyfriend how good he's fucking you.

Pings come one after another with donations, almsot completely drowned out by your loud moans and the slapping of skin. "Min," he groans.

"Yes, Daddy," he answers as he lets one of your hands loose and runs it down his back.

"Read them to me." He does this often, making one or the both of you read them out loud as he's occupied.

"Wants to know if Dadd... if Daddy's huge cock stretch's you out..." the same realization that Yunho had is now dawning on him.

"Yes," you whimper a short response, unoccupied hand wrapping up in the top of Yunhos hair.

"Daddy?"

"Yes, Baby?"

"Wants to know if Princess' little cunt can take your cum."

"Fuck!"

One would expect roaring applause to follow such a statement, but there was none. Everyone sat quietly as the welcome ceremony continued, Headmaster Kim giving the induction speech. You were still partially in awe that you had made it, pinching yourself a bit to make sure this wasn’t a dream.

“You’ve all shown that you have great potential, and now you must prove it. Good luck.”

This wasn’t the welcome speech you had envisioned, but being here was also a first. The Ateez Institute of Arts was incredibly prestigious, typically filled with elite individuals, so you truly felt like a fish out of water. Still, you had to remind yourself you went through the whole audition process just like everyone else, and got here on your own merit. After the ceremony a banquet was held to allow students to mingle, both new and returning. Once again you felt out of place, doing your best to make conversation and hopefully build friendships. You weren’t sure how that went, but afterwards all the new students were asked to proceed to the main hall for their schedules.

When you got there you were met with another surprise. You were given your schedule and a sleeping bag. For all incoming students, their first night at the institution was spent sleeping on the floor of the main hall. It was only at the end of the first day that you’d be assigned a room. Everyone seemed confused, but it really made sure you all started on equal footing. All the other students who attended the institution went through this as well, so it’s a good way to keep things grounded. Either way, complaining wasn’t gonna change anything so you just found a nice spot to lay out your sleeping bag. 

Your belongings were being stored elsewhere, and you got your items for the night. In the morning you could get what you’d need for class, and at the end of the day you could collect everything else. This would be your first time sleeping in such conditions, but you didn’t mind. It was a new experience, and a unique way to start the next chapter of your life. A lot of other students mingled with each other before bed, but you couldn’t really find the courage to talk, so you kept to yourself. That is until another girl set down her sleeping bag near yours. She introduced herself, Misu, and was very excited for her first day. You felt a little less awkward after making a friend. Although you were rather restless at night.

You were excited and nervous for your first day, but you needed to sleep. You kept your eyes closed, trying to count sheep or do anything to get some rest. To your own surprise you actually managed, but come morning your world would be different. A loud horn blared through the main hall at five am sharp, jolting everyone awake. Many were quickly on their feet and looking around in a panic until reality settled in. The doors to the main hall opened up moments later, signalling the start of the day. You could probably go back to sleep as your first class wasn’t until seven, but you weren’t gonna put yourself in a risky situation. Instead you got up and prepared for your day ahead.

Your first class was a dance class with Professor Kang. You had only seen pictures of the staff, but from what you’ve heard that doesn’t do them justice. After your first class you had a half hour grace period before your physical fitness class with Instructor Choi. From what you gathered it seemed your morning was to be very active. Then you’d get an hour for lunch before your next dance class with Professor Choi. You had to double check, but there were two Choi’s in the institution with different titles and professions, so it was best not to confuse them. Once that was done you’d wind down with a language course taught by Professor Park. 

The rest of the day afterwards was up to you until lights out at ten pm. There was an optional dinner served after the last class but a lot of students opted to skip out on it. They’d rather use one of the many practice rooms available. Some were open to share and others were private ones you had to book in advance, although priority went in order of seniority. You also heard there were some private lessons with certain professors, but you had to be invited to those, and only the best of the best participated. All you really wanted out of your first day was for things to go well. So once you were ready you made your way to your first class. Other students were already in the studio, warming up and chatting.

You set your things down along the wall like the others, finding a place to start your warm ups. There were still a couple of minutes before the class started, and you could hear your heart pounding in your chest with anticipation. This wasn’t just your first class, but the beginning of your future. To graduate from this institution would be a great honor. It would open many doors for you and hopefully you could one day stand alongside some of the greatest dancers in history. You got a bit lost in your own head until you heard the door open. Everyone instinctively looked over, and then you all realized this was it.

“Line up.”

For a moment you were stunned as you watched Professor Kang enter the dance studio. You had heard the rumors, but seeing such divine beauty up close, you were mesmerized. Although your frozen demeanor didn’t last long. His voice commanded respect and obedience. So once he spoke all the other dancers in the room scrambled to get in line, ultimately snapping you out of your trance and pushing you to get into position as well. This being the first class of the day for you and those around you, it certainly put you all on edge.

Once lined up, your gaze returned to Professor Kang. One would expect a ballet instructor to be dressed similar to the students, but that wasn’t the case here. Professor Kang was dressed rather elegantly, walking with an umbrella as a cane. He took a seat at the small table against the center of the wall across from you. Since he walked in he hadn’t even glanced at the students. Although he wasn’t alone, another handsome gentleman dressed in black followed behind him, but you had no idea who he was. It seemed they were some kind of guard or escort as they poured Professor Kang a cup of tea.

The silence in the room created this serious and anxiety inducing tension. Sure this was the first class of the semester, but it was a dance class, nothing that had happened so far made sense. Then things got even more confusing. The gentleman in black grabbed a sac near the table, walking over to the line and handing the dancers something. Everyone received a black ski mask. Nobody dared to speak, but the looks shared among each other indicated we all had the same question. Professor Kang didn’t need to see the dancers to know what plagued their minds, and he answered with ease.

“I do not care for your looks. If you cannot dance with elegance and grace, then there’s no need for anyone to know your face.” Professor Kang put down his teacup, standing and gazing at the students for the first time since his arrival. “Put the masks on, and let us begin.”

There was a bit of hesitation among the dancers, but his words were not a request. Everyone put on the ski masks, and then the class seemed to start. Professor Kang wanted to see what everyone could do, having you all step up individually and perform a move before stepping aside. You all did this for what felt like an eternity. The professor did not speak besides informing the class of what he wanted to see next. His gaze merely watched and he stalked around the room like a predator, the umbrella in hand moving with him. There was not a sound in the room, the only noise coming from the steps the dancers took, and those subtly trying to keep their breath steady.

“Alright. I’ve seen what I wanted to see. Now I want you to perform for me, individually. Show me something, and then we can decide who will be staying.”

Those words put everyone on alert. You all glanced at each other, sharing the same confusion. Just like anyone else at this institution, you had applied and were accepted. It was a done deal, yet the professor swiftly destroyed that delusion.

“You’ve all been accepted here on paper, but you still have to prove you are worthy of remaining at this institution. I am your judge, jury, and executioner today. So who shall go first?”

Nobody moved, everyone still rightfully processing but that wasn’t a luxury you all had. The professor pointed at a student and they nervously stepped forward. The silence now burned everyone with dread and panic. The stench of fear seemed to fill the room, but the professor remained calm and collected, seeming uninterested as he summoned forward one student after the other. When his gaze finally fell to you the world seemed to slow down and come to a halt, yet you moved anyway. You had always enjoyed dancing from a young age, and ballet was just so beautiful and ethereal. Even when you weren’t practicing you loved to dance.

That core desire of yours took over, so your body moved on its own. Everyone else in the room seemed to fade away in your mind, and the world around you grew dim. You basically blacked out when you met Professor Kang’s gaze. Only returning to your senses as you bowed to him and then stepped back to where you started. Your heart was pounding in your chest, becoming the only sound you could pick up on. Somehow your breathing remained even, and you could remain on your feet, but you knew the moment this was all over you’d collapse. Then again, perhaps something else would get to you first.

Your vision was a bit hazy as you watched the rest of your peers perform, not even being able to compare their skills to yours as you didn’t remember what you had done. Although amongst the mess of your mind your attention was immediately snapped to the dancer that had collapsed mid-performance. The silence that fell was suffocating, and you could only imagine the terror that was running through their veins. The first sound heard was that of the umbrella hitting the floor, and it echoed in the room like thunder.

Professor Kang stepped forward, the tip of his umbrella moving under the chin of the fallen dancer, coaxing their gaze to rise. Nobody could read the look on the professor’s face, but he was exuding this calm aura that lured the room into a false sense of security. The umbrella moved to pull the mask off the dancer, revealing a shameful face. They tried to look away only to receive a rather stern tap on their cheek from the umbrella, making them swallow nervously and look up at the professor. They were like a deer in headlights, having yet to move a muscle.

“What a waste. Wooyoung, remove them.”

The other gentleman in the room stepped forward and dragged the dancer out, displaying incredible strength as they did just that despite the screams and begging and attempts to fight back. Once gone, silence fell again. You felt bad for the person who had to perform next, but there were still a few dancers to get through. Around the time when the last dancer finished, the gentlemen from before, Wooyoung, had returned.

“Line up.”

Once again all the dancers lined up, following the professors orders without hesitation, nervously waiting for what came next. Professor Kang walked over to one end of the line. He looked the dancer over and moved on to the next and then the next. That seemed to be all he would do, but then he jabbed the handle of the umbrella into a dancer’s stomach, making them double over, followed by a whack on the head making them collapse to the floor. The professor continued down the line repeating his actions a few more times, no one daring to get back up. You held your breath as the professor approached you, mentally preparing yourself for a possible hit, but he continued down the line. 

You slowly exhaled, keeping your gaze forward until the professor was done with his inspection. The door to the room opened and other men in ski masks came in. They weren’t given any direction, but it was clear they already had their orders. Two men lifted up the fallen dancers, another removing their ski mask and then dragging out the rejected students. Some tried to beg, some tried to fight back, but in the end the only ones left were the ones standing. The professor took a seat once more, grabbing his teacup and taking a sip.

“If you want to walk away with your dignity you may do so now.” A moment of silence, and nobody moved. “Congratulations on passing your first class. You will remain at our institution for the time being, but make no mistake. At any moment you could be dragged out. Dismissed.”

It took a moment before anyone moved, but they did so quietly. Dancers grabbed their things and scurried out, keeping the ski masks on for the time being. You were on your way out when you froze in place.

“Y/n. Stay.”

Hearing the professor call your name made panic run through your body. Anyone who was going to get kicked out today had already been removed, or at least that’s what you thought. You didn’t even think the professor knew your name. Still, you had no choice in the matter. You met the gazes of a few of your peers, seeing pity in their eyes, before you walked over to the professor. You merely stood before them in silence, not daring to speak. Then once the door had closed and you were alone, Wooyoung came over and forced you on your knees, removing your ski mask in the process. The professor set down his teacup, looking down on you with the same unreadable eyes.

“Aren’t you something special.”

“… thank you… Professor Kang…”

“How long have you been dancing?”

“I… uh…”

“Speak up.”

“Yes, professor, sorry.” You took a quick breath. “I’ve enjoyed dancing ever since I was a kid. I couldn’t tell you exactly when I started, but by the age of ten I was taking proper classes.”

“I see. And what do you intend to do with your talent?”

“Uh… well, as long as I can dance on a stage, I think that’d be enough for me.”

Professor Kang chuckled. “Really? You have no greater aspirations than to simply dance? Does the title of Prima not tempt you?”

“I believe there are greater talents here and out there that are better suited for such a title.”

“You will not last in this world if you don’t have higher ambitions. There’s nothing wrong with following your desires.”

Professor Kang set down his tea cup, grabbing a pen and notepad, writing something down then ripping a page out. He folded up the paper and handed it to you.

“Give this to Instructor Choi, and I trust you won’t peek.”

“Yes, professor.”

“Go on now, you don’t want to be late for your second class.”

You took the note and stood, bowing before making your exit. Although once out in the hall you had to stop and let your heart calm down. You were so terrified to speak to Professor Kang one-on-one like that, and it seemed he had taken an interest in you. There was no way to tell if that was a good thing or a bad thing. Once you had steadied yourself, you made your way over to Instructor Choi’s class. As soon as you walked in you could tell things would be different here. There was an indoor track, and a few pieces of gym equipment along the walls. Not to mention the windows were up high and tinted. It wouldn’t be surprising if that was actually some hidden viewing platform.

Just like before, the students already present were stretching and keeping their muscles warm. You set your things down, placing them against the wall alongside the others, then you found a place to stretch. As you waited you got a good look at your surroundings. You knew Instructor Choi was in charge of physical fitness and his classroom reflected that. The only thing you were really curious about now was how he conducted his classes. This surely wouldn’t be anything like gym class back in high school. Seconds before the bell rang the instructor walked in, a black duffle bag in hand. Everyone stopped what they were doing and waited for instructions. The instructor made it to the center of the room and dropped the duffle bag, glancing around at everyone for a quick moment.

“Masks on and line up before me.”

You hadn’t taken your mask off willingly, but a few others had. Once the instructor spoke, everyone, you included, rushed to put their mask on and get into line. You cautiously glanced over, seeing that the instructor was handing out some type of watch. Although he quickly began to explain.

“Once you have a watch, move over to one of the track lanes by the starting line. The watch will monitor your heartbeat and keep track of your time. I control it all remotely so you just have to run. Fifteen laps make a mile, you will be running thirty on my mark.”

This definitely sounded like high school gym class, just way more intense. As you were about to get your watch you realized you still had the note in your pocket that was meant for the instructor. It was best to hand it over now before the class started. Although you were rather nervous to speak to the instructor directly. His beauty was stunning, so you could only hope not to choke on your words.

“Excuse me, Instructor Choi.” You pulled out the note from your pocket and held it out. “Professor Kang asked me to give this to you.”

“Is that so?” The instructor took the note. “Thank you.”

To your surprise the instructor took a look at the note then and there. You couldn’t see anything, nor were you trying to. He smirked before folding up the note and then grabbing a watch. He seemed to fiddle with it for a moment before handing it to you.

“Get in line like the others.”

“Yes, instructor.”

There were only six lanes on the indoor track, and you got behind those on the outermost one. As soon as everyone was ready you noticed the instructor had a tablet in his hand. He didn’t even bother looking up as he spoke.

“On my mark… begin!”

One by one the students began to run, everyone maintaining a proper distance when they weren’t trying to pass each other.

“Your watch will vibrate when you have completed the thirty laps. Until then, keep running.”

Having high stamina was an important aspect of dancing, so it made sense to test that on your first day. Moreso after Professor Kang’s class. Your body was already tired, but technically warmed up. This was more about endurance than anything else. Some of your peers were trying to finish as fast as they could, while others were going at their own pace. You just ran as you always did, focused on making it to thirty laps than anything else. There was no clock in the room, and you didn’t want to look at your watch for the time either. A few students finished before you, and since you weren’t part of the back half you were content.

Once your watch vibrated you glanced down at it, seeing your time and doing the math. You maintained your average. Although you didn’t stop, instead moving towards the center and walking. It wasn’t good to just hard stop after running. You moved your arms around and tried to get your breathing back to normal. Then you heard the common sound of tumbling. Those who were still running glanced over for a second, and those that were done watched the scene unfold. A student had fallen to the ground, and that was the worst thing right now. To get back up and to start again, it would hurt like hell. You watched the student get on their knees as Instructor Choi approached them.

“Don’t bother. We both know you can’t get back up.”

“I can… I can… just-”

Instructor Choi placed their foot over one of the student’s legs. He applied just enough pressure to get a scream out of them. You were starting to get a sense of deja vu as you watched this all unfold. 

“You’re done.”

After doing something on the table the instructor reached down and removed the watch before walking away. The student tried to plead again, but they couldn’t do much but crawl. That is until the door opened. Unsurprisingly more masked individuals came in, dragging out the latest failure. You were relieved to be done, and that you had made it. For a moment you thought it was all over, then you heard a bunch of screaming followed by more thuds. You looked around to see those that were still running fall to the ground, grabbing their arm with the watch on. That’s when you realized the watch around your wrist was probably capable of doing more than monitor your heartbeat and time you.

“Those of you on the ground have taken longer than the average to complete the thirty laps. Either you don’t have the stamina, or you don’t care enough. Regardless, you will not be continuing at this institution.”

The instructor went over to each student writhing in pain, taking back the watch and letting those masked people drag out your former peers. Once those students were removed it fell silent again.

“As for the rest of you, the class isn’t over yet.”

You knew what the instructor was implying given that there were still masked people in the room. Although you noticed there was a familiar face among the, Wooyoung. You had no idea when he had entered, but it seemed that he wouldn’t be leaving anytime soon. For the rest of the class you followed the instructor’s command as he told you to do push-ups, jumping jacks, whatever exercise he deemed fit. A few other students failed to comply and were dragged out. When the bell finally rang to signify the end of class you were startled, and then relieved. You made it through your morning classes.

“The watches are for you to keep.” Instructor Choi said. “They are waterproof, and will not come off unless authorized personnel remove them. If you are caught breaking them, you will be removed from this institution. You’re all dismissed.”

A few of you glanced down at the watch, finding it a bit odd that this was part of your uniform now, but then again, so was the ski mask. You went over to grab your things, and then deja vu hit again.

“Y/n, please see me for a moment.”

You bit your lip and shut your eyes for a moment, wondering what the instructor wanted with you. Once again glances were thrown your way, but you just got your things and went over to the instructor. They were on the tablet, so you just quietly waited in front of them. After a moment they looked up, reaching over to take your mask off. It was clear they were eyeing you, but he made no comment. Then he grabbed something from his pocket.

“Give this to Professor Choi when you see him.” The instructor held out a folded up piece of paper to you. “No peeking.”

“Of course, instructor.”

“Go on now, it’s lunch.”

“Yes, instructor.”

You bowed and made your exit, once again needing a moment to steady your nerves. This was not how you envisioned your first day at all, but it was certainly giving you a taste of what you were in for. That is if you made it to tomorrow, or whatever the hell midterms entailed. At least for the moment you could relax a little as it was lunch. Most first years sat together but in relative silence. Those of you that had made it this far were certainly still processing everything that had happened. The upperclassmen were all chatty and in their own groups, but you did hear a few whispers about you newbies. It was to be expected. Anyone who wasn’t a first year knew exactly what they were going through, and likely very proud to have survived. Your goal right now was to be one of them.

After lunch you made your way to the next class. It was still pretty early, so you were the only one in the room. You set your things down where they wouldn’t be a bother and took it all in. Professor Choi was another dance instructor, so the room had plenty of open space, but also a few instruments present. The one that stood out the most was the piano. You didn’t really understand how this class would go, but you’d find out soon enough. While you waited you walked around the room over and over again, helping the food go down. When you heard the door open you didn’t pay it any attention until you heard a voice.

“You’re early.”

You turned around to see the professor himself walk in. You quickly bowed and apologized for the intrusion. Once again you found yourself rather amazed by the beauty of the educators here. Professor Choi was certainly elegant.

“No need for that. It’s good to show commitment.”

“Yes, of course.” You remembered the note. “Ah, Professor Choi, I was given a note to deliver to you from Instructor Choi.”

You stepped towards the professor, holding out the note. He took it from you with a thanks, examining it before putting it in his pocket.

“Class should begin shortly, you should warm up.”

“Of course, professor.”

You took the advice and did your stretches as other students began trickling in. When the bell rang the professor had you all line up.

“Good afternoon to you all, congratulations on making it this far. Now, I presume you all know the standard routines for ballet. Put your masks on and spread out, then get into starting positions, I’ll lead the music.”

At some point before the start of class another masked individual had come in, settling down on the piano. You all did as the professor said, getting into position. Professor Choi stood by the piano, holding a conductor’s wand. On his mark the piano player began. You immediately recognized the tune and began to dance accordingly. The steps were almost like second nature, but then the music stopped. Everyone looked over at the professor to see why.

“You, you, and you, out.”

The professor’s wand also seemed to double as a laser pointer. You had noticed out of the corner of your eye not every dancer moved, signifying they weren’t familiar with the piece. That was enough to get them kicked out. Although given the fact that Professor Choi wasn’t as aggressive as the others, the message didn’t quite hit. One student even tried to speak up before screaming and collapsing to the floor. You noticed they were grabbing their hand which had the watch on. Then you looked over and realized there was a tablet on the piano. The professor hit a few more buttons on the tablet and the rest of the students he had failed fell to the floor. This was going down just like your last class.

You nervously glanced at the watch on your wrist, terrified of what would happen to you if it ever went off. Just like before masked men came in and grabbed those that would not be staying. They were dragged to the front of the class where the professor took back the watch, then removed from the room entirely. Once that was finished the music continued. When that piece finished you were given a moment of rest before preparing for another one. That was how the rest of the class went, with only a few more students being kicked out. The bell ringing startled you again, but it was a welcomed reminder that you had made it. The professor dismissed the class, and you falsely thought you were free to go.

“Y/n, come see me before you leave.”

“Yes, professor?”

“Take your mask off.”

You did as you were told. “You wanted to see me, professor?”

“Please hand this note to Professor Park, thank you.”

“Of course, professor. Have a good evening.”

“Likewise.”

You felt so weird passing notes between classes like this, especially to your educators. At least now you were done with all the physical stuff. Your final class was a language class with Professor Park, so surely that would be normal. You made it to the classroom, seeing that it looked just as expected. A few other students were seated, and the professor was at his desk in the front. You took a breath and made your way over. With every step you got closer and closer to such an ethereal being. Strangely enough you felt so blessed to have this incredible individual as your professor.

“Professor Park, I was instructed to give you a note from Professor Choi.”

“I see, hand it over.” You did as you were told. “Thank you, have a seat wherever.”

You bowed and picked a desk near the front, settling in. You could see Professor Park looking at the note you handed him, but his face gave nothing away. Once the bell rang the professor got up and spoke to the class.

“Congratulations on making it through your first day. I have no reason to kick any of you out as long as you maintain a high grade in my class. We may have the coming year together, but to teach you all a new language will not be easy. Thus this is an accelerated course and I expect you all to keep up. Now, one by one, come up to collect your books and other class materials so we may begin.”

Textbooks as well as notebooks and writing utensils were all provided. That way every student had the same materials to work with. Professor Park soon began his lecture, telling the class they didn’t need to wear their masks here and introducing the language you’d be learning. He then explained how the class would be broken down. This felt normal, just like an institute of education should be. Time flew by as you listened to the professor, and his voice was really beautiful. When the bell rang it was rather disappointing, but also a huge relief, letting you know the day was officially done.

“Alright. Please get through the first chapter before tomorrow’s class. Since the day is done and you all made it this far, you’re to report to the main hall for your room assignment.” Professor Park explained. “Dismissed. Oh, and miss y/n, please see me after class.”

Of course you didn’t get to just walk away. Although you were curious as to what the professor wanted with you. Like he said, the day was over.

“You wanted to see me, professor?”

“Yes, could you be so kind as to give this note to Professor Jeong.” 

“Uh, I don’t have any more classes, and Professor Jeong isn’t one of my-”

“I’m aware. Professor Jeong is the dean of students, you do know where his office is, yes?”

“I believe so.”

“Good. Please deliver that for me before you go to the main hall. Thank you.”

“Yes, professor, have a good evening.”

“You as well.”

You bowed and made your way out. You honestly couldn’t believe you had actually made it through such a day. It was not at all what you had expected, but there was a sense of pride flowing through you. For now though you had a task to complete. You glanced down at the note in your hand, reminding yourself that you had to deliver this. All day you had been extremely curious as to what these notes were about, but it was ultimately none of your business. This was only the first day, you wanted to make a good impression. Even if it was something so small like this. When you got to the dean’s office you knocked on the door, waiting for a response.

“Come in.”

You cautiously stepped into the office, finding it as luxurious as the rest of the school. Then you saw the dean himself. You swear everyone at this institution was handsome, and so the nerves started creeping in.

“How can I help you?”

“Um… Professor Park had asked me to deliver a note to you…”

“Alright, may I have it?”

“Of course, professor.”

You stepped closer and handed over the note, but the professor was not interested in it. He was actually more interested in you.

“You’re a first year, correct?”

“Yes, professor.”

“How was your day, if you don’t mind me asking?”

“Not at all. It was good. I’ll work hard in order to be a student worthy of this institution.”

“That’s nice to hear. Have you gotten your room assignment yet?”

“No, not yet. Professor Park asked me to deliver the note first.”

“Job done, you should make your way to the main hall then. The sooner you get your room and settle in the better off you’ll be.”

“Thank you, professor. I’ll be going now. Have a good evening.”

“You too.”

  You bowed and excused yourself. That should be the end of it, so you made your way to the main hall. You got in line like the other students, giving your name when you reached the table, getting your room assignment. You went to collect your things and then headed to find your room. It hadn’t been mentioned but you soon discovered you had two roommates. To your surprise one of them you had met last night, Misu, and the other introduced themselves as Jemma. You help each other out as you moved your things around and unpacked. By the time the lights out bell rang you were practically done and ready for bed. Although given the day you had, it wasn’t easy to fall asleep. So instead you were all lying in bed and chatting.

“I had no idea this place was so harsh.” Misu mumbled. “The amount of students that were just… gone…”

“They have a prestigious image to maintain.” Jemma added. “So it makes sense they’re strict.”

“Yeah, but kicking you out for falling on your butt, or not knowing a practice routine, isn’t that a little too much?”

“I think it’s cause they care a lot.” You said. “They have high standards and want us to be great. If we don’t meet that energy, why bother keeping us here.”

“I guess that makes sense… it’s just scary. Like I’m glad I made it past the first day, but if the rest of the semester is like this, I don’t know how long I’ll last.”

“They’ve set the standard today.” Jemma mentioned. “We just have to maintain it and improve. With their guidance, it shouldn’t be that difficult. Besides, they might ease off a bit on us since they think we’re worth keeping.”

“For now at least.”

“Let’s just try to get some sleep.” You stated. “Tomorrow is likely gonna be just as tough.”

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Hongjoong stared down at the file on his desk, as well as the four blank unfolded pieces of paper. The rest of his members had gathered in his office to discuss the new batch of students. One in particular was brought to his attention.

“So, she delivered all the notes without peeking… what a good girl. Tell me, Yeosang, what did you see in her?”

“She has potential unlike any other student we’ve had before.”

“Quite the first impression then. You were present as well, weren’t you, Wooyoung? What do you think of the girl?”

“She’s certainly more suited to be a dancer than a fighter. Although I suppose that can be rectified if she’s chosen for the role.”

“Hm… what do you have to add, San? You did give her a note of your own.”

“She knows her own body and limits well. If necessary she can be pushed beyond that.”

“Hm, Jongho?”

“She dances well. A few missteps here and there but nothing that can’t be fixed with practice. I’ll certainly be keeping an eye on her.”

“Alright. What about you Seonghwa? She seemed interesting to you as well, no?”

“Well, she wasn’t afraid of her educator. She also seemed very focused and eager to learn. She’s certainly someone to keep tabs on.”

“Noted. Then let’s see what she can do.”

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There was a bit of leeway in class after the first day, so you weren’t worried about getting kicked out anytime soon. For the time being all of you that remained proved to be worthy of continuing your studies here, you just had to keep it that way. As the days went by you began to understand the purpose of each of your classes. Professor Kang focused on form and grace. There was no music in his classroom, so it was all about perfecting the dance moves. Instructor Choi built strength and endurance. As a dancer you’d be performing for hours at a time. If you were to make it through a show with perfection, your body needed to be capable of handling it.

Professor Choi on the other hand was strict on precision and performance. You had to be on beat and moving as the music dictated. Otherwise he’d call you out for missing a step by half a second. It wasn’t normal for an average dance class to be split in such a manner, but the end results would be impressive. Of course Professor Park didn’t teach a dance class, but he wasn’t lying when he said he’d be teaching an accelerated course. You did your homework and paid attention in class. There was no review or slowing down for anyone. Eventually you got used to the pacing of the school and it felt more natural than intense. Then came the mid-semester showcase, something that brought back those initial nerves.

“The mid-semester showcase is something all the first years participate in.” Professor Kang explained. “All your professors and instructors will be present to judge you on their area of expertise. If you pass the showcase then you will remain at this institution.”

At the end of class, instead of being dismissed Professor Kang had some news to share. No one seemed to know of this, and hearing what it entailed put everyone on edge.

“Of course, as first years, you’re not expected to pick your own performance piece, so one has been chosen for you. When I call your name, come collect your envelope, then you’re dismissed.”

The professor began calling names, and one by one your peers got up. It wasn’t all that surprising that you were the last one left. Although the professor didn’t call your name right away, instead he sat at the little table pouring himself a cup of tea. You didn’t want to believe you were in trouble, but you felt nervous being alone with him again, especially since there was no one else this time. You weren’t sure what the professor wanted to talk about this time, but you knew you were too far from him. The idea that came to mind was stupid, but probably the only appropriate way to approach.

You had been sitting on your thighs when class had ended, so now you swallowed the lump in your throat and crawled over to the professor. You kept your head down, feeling somewhat humiliated, but this was ultimately your own action. You didn’t see the content smile that adorned the professors lips for a moment. Once you were close enough you stopped and sat back down, removing your mask. You were certainly acting like you were in trouble, but you still dared to look up. You could see the envelope with your name on the table, so the professor just needed to hand it over. Clearly though, he had something to say beforehand.

“How are the rest of your classes?”

“I believe I am doing well, and will continue to improve.”

“What of your ambition? Is merely dancing on a stage enough for you?”

“At the moment I wish to do well and prove to be a great talent. I don’t feel like I’m at a point with my skills to have ambition.”

“Hm, interesting choice of words.” The professor took a sip of his tea. “Well, with the showcase coming up, I wanted to make a proposition of my own. If you pass, I want you to join my private lesson. Is that something you’d be interested in?”

“I… yes, of course, professor. It would be an honor.”

“My private session takes place after classes. You’d lose some of your free time, is that alright?”

“It’s no problem at all.”

“Good.” The professor held out your envelope. “Now you just have to pass.”

“Thank you, professor, I won’t let you down.”

“We’ll see.”

You took the envelope and managed to keep your composure until you left the room. You were being honest about your lack of ambition stemming from the fact you didn’t feel like you were good enough, but this was such an ego boost. If Professor Kang thought you were worthy of joining his private lesson, then perhaps you were doing better than you thought. Of course you had to pass the mid-semester showcase first. You didn’t want to open the envelope just yet, wanting to make it through the rest of your classes without being distracted. So you waited until the final bell, retreating to your room for some privacy.

When you opened up the envelope you collapsed, feeling immense joy and relief. The piece that had been assigned to you was one you were familiar with, and not just that, it was a favorite of yours. It felt like the universe was on your side. You’d surely pass the showcase and get to join Professor Kang’s private lesson, but for now you had to focus on the task ahead of you. All the first years were focused on the showcase, so after the final bell you’d find yourself and many of your peers practicing. You didn’t care to have privacy given that everyone had something different. It was better to just focus on yourself.

You talked about being nervous and all that with your roommates, but did not mention the professor’s offer to you. It would likely cause drama and you didn’t want that distracting you. When it came time for the showcase you felt ready, but were still terrified. Upperclassmen were given the day off and encouraged to watch the showcase, but it wasn’t mandatory. Many would likely use the day to get in more practice or rest. Either way, it added to your nerves knowing that there would be way more eyes on you than you originally thought. Still, you couldn’t let that get to you. Upon entering the theater you were given a number and sent backstage. There you were to wait until your number was called. So in the meantime you just warmed up.

You felt bad for whoever would go first, as all the pressure was on them. The same could be said for the one who would go last given that they’d have to wait and watch everyone else. Off the top of your head you weren’t sure how many of you there were, but the number you had was forty six. That didn’t seem so bad. You listened as numbers got called, stretching and keeping your muscles warm. As your number approached you started to shake a bit. You were confident in your piece, you felt it was great, but you had to be perfect in the eyes of the judges. When your number was called you felt like the world slowed down. It was like an out of body experience, making your way to the stage and standing under the spotlight.

There was no need for words, so you just got into your starting position. With the lights on you the rest of the theater was dark, so you couldn’t see anyone. That was nice, but you couldn’t just pretend no one was there. You were being watched, judged, and you wanted to make a good impression. When the music began you moved, a familiar sensation taking over. You let the music flow through you, move you, as you danced a favorite piece of yours. Everything else faded away for you on that stage and your body practically moved on its own. You were just a passenger to your own desires and passion, making it through your performance without truly being present yourself.

Your world basically faded back in as you took your bow, keeping your breath steady. You didn’t say anything else, stepping on stage before letting out a shaky breath. Your limbs felt like jello and you made it to a wall so you could sit against it. You did it, you made it through your performance, even though you couldn’t believe it, or recall it. A smile adorned your face, but now the real nerves began. The professor never told you how you’d be informed whether you passed or failed. So all you could do was wait, and from where you sat you could watch the others perform. A whole day passed by, you didn’t eat, you really didn’t even move. For a moment you dozed off, only to hear a loud voice over the speakers.

“If your number is called, step out onto the stage.”

There was no telling if the numbers called were those who passed or failed, so everyone was nervous. The numbers weren’t called out in any order, just randomly, so there was no telling when the last person would be called. When you heard forty six your heart skipped a beat. You got up and made your way on stage, seeing the others, but still unable to see the audience. Your odds here were fifty-fifty. So either you were going home, or you made it past the mid-semester. The disembodied voice continued to announce numbers, and then it ended. This was the moment, and you held your breath.

“Congratulations. Those of you on stage may return to your rooms. Classes will resume tomorrow.”

There was no celebration on stage, or signs of relief. Everyone on stage merely rushed off, and you followed suit. Silence filled the halls and you all returned to your rooms. When you got to yours you collapsed to the floor, all your anxiety and relief overwhelming you at once. You had survived. That prompted you to start laughing, and you sounded hysterical. Moments later the door opened again and you saw Jemma walk in. You hadn’t even noticed her on stage, but she collapsed right next to you.

“Holy fuck, we made it.”

“I’m so fucken glad.”

You both laid on the ground as you came down from this adrenaline rush. Although as time went by you both became aware of one thing. Misu hadn’t come back. Your heart sank at the realization, looking around at all her things. It was unfortunate to lose someone you had grown to consider a friend.

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After the showcase the atmosphere changed again. There were less students in your classes, and some switched rooms to even things out. While you were gone someone had come to clear out Misu’s things from your room, making her absence truly sink in. She was gone. You couldn’t feel bad though, not for long. Now that you had passed the showcase, you had other things to focus on. Just as Professor Kang had mentioned, he told you where he held his private sessions and what time to be there. The main building where classes were held had four floors. Your classes were held depending on what year you were, therefore you were only ever on the first floor. 

It seemed you’d be going up a floor more often as the room number you were given was on the second floor. You had only been up there once before to deliver a note to Professor Jeong. So you were rightfully a bit nervous, but you definitely didn’t want to be late. You went to the class a half hour early, seeing that others were present as well. Once you entered you had a few glances your way but nothing happened. You had honestly been nervous about being the only first year here, but you soon recognized a few faces. It seemed that you weren’t the only one Professor Kang had made the offer to. 

A part of you was upset over that realization, but you quickly told yourself that you shouldn’t think like that. Being here was an honor, and it was better than being completely alone. You stretched and got ready like everyone else. When the professor arrived everyone got into position. There wasn’t much talking here, but you could tell the professor paid more attention to those present. It really did feel like your usual class with Professor Kang, but more intense. He’d call out individuals when their form wasn’t perfect, and would criticize in front of everyone. His words could be harsh, but you figured that was something you had to accept in order to be here. The unexpected benefit was making friends with some upperclassmen.

“Can I ask something…?”

“Sure, what’s up?”

“One my first day here, someone was with Professor Kang, I think his name was Wooyoung… do you know who he is?”

One of your new friends was a third year student, Ally. She was friendly from the start, and welcomed you to Professor Kang’s private lesson. Since she had been here longer than you it seemed best to ask her about some of the things on your mind.

“Oh, that’s Instructor Jung. I believe he works with upperclassmen, but you’ll rarely see him roaming around the halls. I don’t even know where his classroom is.”

“Hm. He seemed very intense.”

“From what I’ve heard, he is. Although I doubt you’d ever cross paths with him.”

“I hope so. What about the dean of students? Professor Jeong? I didn’t know he taught a class.”

“Yeah, he teaches something, but I honestly don’t know what. I think he only deals with fourth years, but who knows. He’s mostly in his office though.”

“You don’t seem to know as much as I thought.”

“Honestly, now that you mention it, yeah, I don’t. I never realized how mysterious some of the professors were.”

“It’s kinda weird though, isn’t it?”

“It is. I know Instructor Jung only really shows his face on the first day of class for first years.”

“Yeah, he drags some students out.”

“I’m lucky to still be here.”

“I hope to make it as far as you.”

“If you’re in Professor Kang’s private lessons, I’m sure you will. Although, you know who’s really mysterious?”

“Who?”

“Headmaster Kim.”

“The headmaster?”

“Yeah. I’ve only ever seen him like three times, and that’s at the welcome ceremony for new students. Other than that, he’s a ghost.”

“Isn’t that to be expected though? He’s not a professor, and he has to do other things to keep this place running.”

“I guess, but it’s just odd to think about. I’ve been here three years and only see him at the same event. He’s not around for anything else.”

“Where’s his office?”

“Fourth floor, but I doubt you ever want to go in there. He seems super scary.”

“I bet he is. The welcome speech was not what I expected.”

“In hindsight it makes sense. Many of the new students don’t make it past the first day. There’s really no need to say much.”

“Yeah, you’re right.”

“Speaking of scary, there’s another professor here who fits that description.”

“Which one?”

“Professor Song.”

“Who’s that?”

“He’s in charge of the finances for the institution. You might see him sometimes heading to speak with Professor Jeong, but he’s very quiet and intimidating.”

“What does he teach?”

“… that’s a good question. Definitely something with fourth years, I think. I guess I’ll finally find out what Professor Jeong and Professor Song teach next year.”

“You let me know then.”

“Will do.”

It took you a few days to get used to the extra class. Your body was way more exhausted than before, but you’d eventually adjust to this new routine. Of course Jemma eventually found out you had an extra class, and thankfully she wasn’t salty about it but instead happy for you. As the end of the semester grew near you knew what was coming up. The mid-semester showcase had been a surprise, and an individual endeavor but for the end of the semester it was going to be a group performance. Every class was divided into two groups and once again a performance piece was chosen for you. 

You’d have to find some time after class to meet up with your group to practice, and you were a bit of a problem since you had an extra class you needed to attend. This was going to be more work on you, but you could manage. The days began to feel longer for you. Not to mention you also had to study for your final exam in Professor Park’s class. This type of stress felt normal, even if this place wasn’t. You did your best to manage your time, not feeling like you were falling behind or missing anything. Your goal was to sleep for a whole day once this was all over, so you had to end things on a good note. Thankfully your final exam was one day, and the next would be the performance.

You wound up staying up late to cram for your final exam, needing to make sure you passed. Even if Professor Park wasn’t kicking out students the first day, failing the exam was probably his chance to make cuts. You weren’t so nervous the day of the test, feeling confident in the materials and getting through it without any issue. Hopefully you weren’t just over confident, but with the actual exam out of the way you could practice for the performance. Your group had been doing well, so you felt ready for the big day. Just like last time, you were given a number and told to wait backstage until your number was called. 

You were glad that the theater was designed in a way so you couldn’t see the audience. You knew your professors and instructors were present, and a few upperclassmen, but you couldn’t see any of them. You all got into your starting positions and waited for your cue. You only focused on the dance, doing your part and wanting to do it well. Even if you had felt immense pressure beforehand, being on stage now and dancing put you at ease. Once it was all over you were just happy, as were the rest of your peers. Although after all the performances were done, no one was called out to the stage, you were just dismissed. Everyone was confused, but you didn’t get answers until the next day. The last day of classes for the semester. 

“I know you’re all wondering what the outcome is of your performance.” Professor Kang stated. “Even though you were placed into groups, you were being graded on your ability to work with others. You will all be informed whether you passed or failed privately. Enjoy your break, and I shall see some of you back for the second semester.”

There was a dreadful silence in the air. Despite the performance being a group effort, you were graded individually. If someone relied more on the others to look good, it probably showed. You think you did well both on your own and as part of the team, but you’d likely have to wait until the end of the day to find out if you’d be staying or not.

“Y/n, a word.”

Even on the last day of the semester you were still being held back after class. You should be used to it, but it always makes you nervous. By now you were certain others in your class were annoyed by you for this. You stayed where you were until everyone else was gone, then you went over to kneel by Professor Kang’s table, taking off your mask.

“Yes, professor?”

“For your information you did pass.”

“I… I did?”

“Yes. It’s always nice to see you on stage.”

“Oh… thank you, professor.”

“The reason I asked you to stay was because I was curious about your plans for winter break.”

“Ah, well, I don’t have anything in mind, so I’ll likely just go home for the holidays.”

“I see. Would you be interested in staying for some one-on-one lessons?”

“One-on-one? You mean with you?”

“Not just me. Professor Choi would be present as well, and I’m sure Instructor Choi would want to see you every other day. There’s nothing wrong with resting, but honing your skills is also important. The choice is yours of course.”

“I would like to stay and learn from you and the others.”

“I’m glad to hear. Do take some time to rest. I’ll see you in Professor Choi’s room starting next week. You’re dismissed.”

“Thank you, professor.”

The words kept ringing in your head, and you couldn’t believe it. You really didn’t have any plans for winter break, but getting real private lessons from two of your professors, that was insane. You still found it hard to accept that your skills were at the level to receive this type of attention, but you wanted to live up to their expectations. You made it through the rest of your classes with a subtle smile on your face, excited for what was to come.

“Y/n, may I speak with you for a moment.”

As the bell rang, ending Professor Park’s class, he asked to see you. This time you weren’t nervous, having received your final exam from his class and happy to see you had passed. Everything was working out for you right now.

“You wanted to see me, professor?”

“I wanted to congratulate you on your performance, both of them. You are a delight on stage.”

“Thank you very much, professor.”

“I presume Professor Kang already spoke to you about plans for winter break?”

“Yes he did, and I will be staying at the institution for extra lessons.”

“I’m glad to hear. I did want to add something of my own.”

“What do you mean?”

“When the next semester starts up I want you to join my private session.”

“Your… yes, yes, that would be a great honor, Professor Park.”

“Good. Professor Kang does know you won’t be in his private lessons anymore, so no need to inform him. I’ll give you more information when the semester starts, alright?”

“Yes, professor.”

“Very well then, enjoy your break.”

“Thank you, professor.”

Now your head was spinning again. You had been told Professor Park also held private lessons, but to actually be invited, you couldn’t believe it. Today felt like a dream and you pinched yourself to make sure it wasn’t. The semester was over, but you were far from done. You did take some time to rest, having the room to yourself as Jemma went home for the holidays. Then when Monday came around you made your way to Professor Choi’s room after breakfast. These one-on-one lessons would likely be an all day endeavor, and you were prepared to work hard. When you entered you saw Professor Kang sitting atop the piano while Professor Choi played the instrument.

“Good morning, y/n, did you sleep well?” Professor Kang asked.

“I did, and you professor?”

“Likewise. Since the institution is on break, we don’t need to keep the formalities. You may call me Yeosang, and this is Jongho.”

“Ah… I’ll do my best to remember that.”

“Now, you’ve worked hard during the semester, so let me see what Jongho does everyday. You know all the relevant pieces, so let’s start with something simple.”

You set your things down and got into a starting position. Once you were ready you signaled to Yeosang who then told Jongho to begin. To your own surprise Jongho began to play the piano and sing. There was only a moment to appreciate the professor’s talent before you focused on the music and danced. For the first lesson both of them just wanted to see where you were, from there the focus was on your precision and timing. This is what most would expect from dance classes, but this place was different, yet you were lucky to be given such attention. Of course dancing wasn’t the only thing you needed to focus on. If you weren’t practicing your dance then you were training with Instructor Choi. Although to your surprise it wouldn’t just be the two of you.

“Good morning, y/n, it’s nice to see you.” Instructor Choi stated. “I’m glad you chose to stay over break.”

“It’s an honor to train directly under you.” 

“If it’s no trouble, Instructor Jung will be joining us as well.”

“I don’t mind at all.”

“That’s good.” You looked back just as Instructor Jung entered. “We don’t need formalities for now, so just call me Wooyoung.”

“And I’m San.”

“I’ll try, although it’d certainly be weird.”

“That’s alright. Let’s get started with some warm ups.”

When it came to San and Wooyoung, they focused more on strength training and stamina. All that together made you feel like you were receiving private tutoring. Your greatest worry was disappointing them and making them feel like they’ve wasted their time with you, so you always worked hard. They seemed to be happy with your performance, only providing helpful tips on how to improve and giving you compliments. One day out of the week was given to you so you could rest, and they told you to do so. Maybe just do a bit of dancing but not spend all day in the practice room.

“Hold that position.”

“Professor- I mean, Yeosang, may I ask, why practice with real props and not fakes?”

“The real thing holds actual weight. If you learn to dance with those you’ll have more strength in your movements, which will then translate to fluidity when you’re using weightless fakes. Of course that is something we’ll need to work on later.”

“Got it.”

Once Yeosang and Jongho felt you were doing better with your moves they added the props. You’d find yourself dancing with daggers or batons in hand, well aware they were real. It was an interesting approach, and one you understood you’d benefit from. Many times Yeosang would have you pose while holding out the weapon, making your arms grow tired, but you were terrified to move before he said so. While doing that Jongho would continue to sing for you, wanting you to get familiar with some newer pieces. In order to help with that they had compiled a playlist for you, telling you to listen during your free time or even while you slept as your subconscious was good at picking up things without you realizing.

“Keep going! You can give me another set!”

San and Wooyoung had quickly become your personal trainers, encouraging you and working out right alongside you. Their lessons were fun in a different way, and it was certainly nice to see San smile and laugh. Something that’s practically non-existent in his classes. This wasn’t how you originally envisioned your break, but you were grateful for it. When you weren’t dancing or training you’d use the time to rest or continue your language studies. Professor Park had given you all some materials to look over while on break, just to keep your minds active so you wouldn’t forget things easily.

There were a few cozy places around the institution to sit and study, so that’s where you went in your free time. The best places were by a window, so you could stare outside when you needed to give your mind a break. You’d also listen to the music Jongho had provided you, finding it very beautiful and soothing. While studying one evening you realized it had started snowing. You watched the snowfall for a while when you suddenly noticed people outside. It took a moment but you soon identified Wooyoung, and he seemed to be yelling. That’s when you figured out what was going on. He seemed to be in the middle of training, having a handful of masked people running around the grounds.

You knew a few others had also stayed at the institution for break, but you weren’t certain if anyone was partaking in private lessons. It seemed that they were, although the group made it seem more like a proper class than one-on-one. You had been told Wooyoung worked with upperclassmen, so to a degree this made sense. He probably did this during the semester too which is why you hardly see him. Either way, you didn’t want to intrude much so you moved elsewhere to continue your studying. The only real downside to staying here over break was that  you’d be spending the holidays alone. No one else you considered a friend was around, and it didn’t seem that anyone was interested in socializing with you. Although to your surprise that wouldn’t be the case.

“We won’t have any lessons for the next two days in observance of the holidays.” Yeosang informed. “So do use that time to rest.”

“Of course.”

“Also, Hongjoong would like to invite you to dinner tomorrow.”

“Hongjoong?”

“Headmaster Kim.”

“Wait, me? Dinner?”

“He doesn’t want you dining alone, and neither do we.”

“Oh… well, I’d be impolite to refuse.”

“It would be. Dinner will be held at the usual time. Please join us up on the fourth floor in the showcase room.”

“Of course.”

The dinner invitation was completely unexpected, and intimidating. To spend time with the headmaster, and some of the others, you were terrified as to how things would go. Your friend Ally told you one rarely sees the headmaster and here you were spending the holidays with them. Either way, you had to make a good impression. You found a nice outfit and put some effort into looking good. That evening the institution felt eerily quiet, as if you were the only one around. Your footsteps echoed as you went up the stairs and down the hall. You had never been on the fourth floor before and many other first years never will be up here until they’re upperclassmen. So this was quite the privilege.

Thankfully there were signs around that pointed in the direction of the showcase room. You wondered why such a room was up here, but you figured it was for the fourth year students. Surely their finals were something else. As you walked down the hall you could hear some music and some voices. The doors to the showcase room were ajar, so some of the light spilled out, as well as the smell of food. It was a divine scent that made your stomach growl, but you had to compose yourself first. Besides the headmaster you knew a few others who would be there, but no one else. You took a moment to steady your breathing, telling yourself everything was gonna be fine, then you carefully made your way inside.

“There she is, the guest of honor.”

Your eyes went wide as you saw the room was lavishly decorated. The main long table was at the center with lots of food present, eight seats on either side and one at the far end. You recognized everyone present except for one person, but you were polite regardless. As a formality for you everyone introduced themselves and you realized the stranger was Professor Song Mingi.

“It’s a pleasure to spend tonight with you all, my name is y/n, I’m a first year student.”

“I’ve heard a lot about you. Good things, I promise.”

“Thank you, Headmaster-”

“Just Hongjoong tonight. We’re all here as friends. Please, have a seat. I won’t ask you to drink as I’m sure you don’t want to end up intoxicated.”

“Thank you for your consideration.”

“Of course. Since we’re all here, let us eat.”

You wound up sitting at one end of the table with Yeosang to your left, Seonghwa across from you, and Hongjoong to your right. They were all kind as they passed food around and Seonghwa even poured you a glass of non-alcoholic champagne. Some small friendly conversations began, but you certainly found it a bit awkward to speak. That is unless you were spoken too first.

“Your midterm and final performance were very elegant.” Mingi complimented. “You’re quite talented. Yeosang tells me you’ve been dancing since you were a child, what is it about dance that has drawn you in?”

“Well… I suppose it’s hard to articulate. My mother told me I was very active as a child and she tried to get me involved in stuff so I wouldn’t cause trouble. From there music just called to me. The beautiful melodies guiding one’s actions and moving to the beat to tell a story. I know pursuing this career will have its hardships, but I genuinely enjoy dancing and find it fun. It really would be a dream to live the rest of my life this way.”

“How touching. It’s not everyday you meet someone so filled with passion.”

“I hope the others haven’t been pushing you too hard.” Jeong commented.

“No, not at all. They’ve been helping me improve and I greatly appreciate that.”

A few more asked about your upbringing and about your life before coming to the institution. You gave rather short answers since you didn’t want to sound full of yourself, but they didn’t seem to mind, just curious about you. The hours seemed to pass by and before you knew it was dusk. Wooyoung and Yunho excused themselves first and then you politely asked to be excused as well.

“Thank you for the meal and the company, I had a wonderful time.”

“Of course. Thank you for coming.” Hongjoong smiled. “Have a good rest of your day.”

“You as well.”

You stepped out and managed to make it back to your room in one piece, throwing yourself onto the bed. What a night. You were exhausted but still had the strength to undress and clean up before going to sleep. You didn’t need to be anywhere later so it was okay to sleep in. After the holiday was over you were back to your lessons and training until the break was over. You were both excited and nervous for the new semester to start, but you feltore confident in your skills now. Then you remembered that you would be attending Seonghwa’s private lessons and got giddy. It was only the first day back, but you had to keep your composure. Now wasn’t the time to slack off.

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Your schedule this semester was the same but there were a few differences. For starters Yeosang began using props in his class, fake ones of course. Then you had Jongho who was now singing for everyone. Although if he stopped you knew someone had messed up. The only other change of note was that once a week the language spoken in the halls would change. On that day students were required to speak the language they were currently being taught, and only that language. The rule applied to the educators as well, and you were rather surprised to hear them speak fluently in a foreign language. Of course there was something new for you too.

At the end of Seonghwa’s class he had you stay a moment so he could give you the details for his private lessons. It would be replacing your previous lessons with Yeosang, so you didn’t have to adjust your routine drastically. This time you’d be making your way up to the third floor after your normal classes were done. You were pretty nervous about this given that you hadn’t had Seonghwa as your dance professor yet, so you had no idea what his style was like. Not to mention that he had only seen you dance twice, as far as you knew, and that was enough for him to invite you to his private lessons. You had to stay calm though and do well, you were about to meet new people too.

“I think you’re in the wrong room.”

“Uh… pardon?”

“Professor Park doesn’t teach first years, so you must be in the wrong room.”

“Oh… it’s that obvious, huh?”

“Just get out.”

“But this is the right room, I triple checked.”

“And I told you Professor Park doesn’t teach first years, so leave.”

“He… he invited me.”

You had barely set a foot in the room when someone was already calling you out. A bunch of the dancers, mostly female, were glaring at you. When they told you to get out they certainly meant it, but you weren’t sure how to proceed.

“Yeah right.”

“It’s true. Professor Park invited me here and-”

“I seriously recommend you leave before you embarrass yourself more.”

“No.”

“No?”

“I’m supposed to be here, and I’m not leaving until Professor Park kicks me out.”

“You’ve got some guts, I’ll give you that. Do you even know what this class is for?”

“To improve our-”

“Nope! You see, you claim you belong here, but you don’t even know what here is.”

“Then why don’t you enlighten me since you seem to know it all.”

“Sure, I can indulge you for a moment. I presume you are aware that Ateez isn’t just the name of this institute, but the name of the dance company Headmast Kim runs with a few of the other educators.”

“Uh… yes…”

“Hm. Then you’re aware that the company has yet to fill the role of Prima, and Professor Park is Headmaster Kim’s right hand. Therefore this isn’t just some private class to hone our skills, but an audition stage. Only the dancers here have a chance to join Ateez, and one of us girls here will likely be Prima. There’s no way some first year has a chance to hold that title.”

“I see…”

“Then you know you’re way out of your depth.”

“Perhaps… but that doesn’t change the fact Professor Park invited me here.”

“Are you stupid? Cause you’re-”

The door suddenly opened and everyone looked over to see the professor enter. You were going to quickly set your things down and get into position but the girl who had been verbally harassing you placed a hand on your chest to stop you, a sly smirk on her face.

“Professor Park, there’s a girl here who says-”

“We have a new student joining us. She’s a first year, so I hope you all welcome her. Now, everyone in position.”

You scoffed and pushed the girl’s hand off of you, giving her a satisfied look before doing as the professor asked. What you had been told just now certainly changed your expectations of this class, but it wasn’t all the different than Yeosang’s. Just like his, Seonghwa was dancing along with you, teaching you the moves and watching you perform. His criticism was certainly a bit harsher and you could tell he demanded perfection. There was fire in his eyes you wouldn’t see elsewhere, and he really knew his craft. At the end of the lesson you thanked Seonghwa for inviting you, and expressed your eagerness to see him tomorrow. He returned your kindness, and you could see the stunned look on the others faces on your way out. You shouldn’t be making enemies, but you really wanted to stick it to them after the way they treated you.

When you made it back to your dorm you collapsed to the floor, exhausted but feeling fulfilled. The first day of the new semester went well, and you felt good. Although that smile faltered when you realized you were alone. You hadn’t seen Jemma all day, and now you were realizing her things were gone too. She must have failed something last semester and was kicked out. That meant this whole dorm was now yours. You’d certainly miss the company, but you had to be happy about the fact you were still here. You got special dance lessons over break. Not to mention you had no idea what Seonghwa’s private session was truly about yet you were invited.

Potentially joining Ateez, possibly being their first Prima, that idea made you giddy. Honestly everything that had happened to you as of late was all helping to boost your confidence, but you couldn’t let it go to your head. You still needed to work hard and be worthy of all this extra attention. The next day you were glad to find Ally was still around, so you hadn’t lost all your friends. Of course you wound up talking about the break and you did tell her about how you had stayed and got some one-on-one lessons with a few of your educators. You thought she might have been jealous, but she was actually excited for you, and proud.

“They must see a lot in you.”

“I guess they do… although I don’t think I truly see it yet, but I do feel that I’ve gotten better.”

“You definitely have. You wouldn’t still be here and getting all those private lessons if you weren’t. Just be careful, despite everything, this place is dangerous.”

“Yeah, I’m aware.”

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Since you were the only first year in Seonghwa’s private lesson, it made you a target. At first it was just some smack talk before the class began, but soon things started to step out of the practice room. The leader of this little bully group was Lyla. She was a fourth year who felt she was destined to be Ateez’s Prima and you threatened that goal. One way or another she wanted to tear you down.

“Hey, y/n, I have a question for you.” Lyla suddenly called you out in the halls. “You’re here on scholarship, aren’t you?”

“So?”

“That means you likely got accepted here for the institution’s image, you know, a charity case. That would explain a lot.”

“How so?” Yunho’s voice suddenly cut in. “Many students are actually here on scholarship.”

To everyone’s surprise Yunho and Mingi had overheard the conversation, rather curious about it too. The atmosphere quickly changed when they showed up.

“The criteria for being accepted here is merely whether or not one passes the audition. You all got into this institution based on your talent. It has nothing to do with money.”

“Lyla Monroe, correct?”

“Yes, Professor Song.”

“I thought it was you. I do recall your mother coming here unannounced to speak with Professor Jeong and I about you.”

“Huh?”

“She begged and groveled for you to be accepted. She even offered quite the sum of money. Of course we declined, that’s not how things work here.” Mingi explained. “Although it was quite sad to see that your own blood didn’t believe in your talents.”

“I-”

“If you want to start a fight, I recommend you do it in the practice room, or better yet on stage. Anything else is not tolerated.”

Regardless of the truth, this was a little embarrassing. It certainly felt like Yunho and Mingi had come to your rescue, but you were honestly just glad to have someone on your side. Not to mention they just destroyed some of Lyla’s credibility. Whether others believe it or not, the rumors are gonna spread like wildfire. Then again, this little attempt at help would only make things worse.

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Another part about being in Seonghwa’s class was that you were allowed to use the locker room on the third floor. That way you could keep your stuff for his classes closer. It also meant you’d be sharing that space with the other dancers, with Lyla. You ignored her for the most part, but that would only work for so long, and she had a breaking point. One day after Seonghwa’s session she cornered you, pinning you to the wall.

“You know what, I finally figured you out. You’re sleeping with Professor Park, aren’t you?”

“What the fuck are you talking about!?”

“There’s no other way he’d allow some first year in his private session. In all my time here, the lowest he ever invites in is a third year in their second semester.”

“Or maybe I’m just that good and you refuse to acknowledge it.”

“As if.”

“I have every right to be in Seonghwa’s private session!”

“Did you just-?”

“I meant Professor-”

Your words were cut short with a sharp slap to the face. The sound echoed in the room, and you remained frozen for a moment. Your cheek began to burn and you reached up to touch your injury in disbelief. Your gaze met Lyla’s, and you began to feel this rage boiling up inside you. This was crossing a line, and you weren’t just gonna stand there and take it. You intend to hit her back when a loud voice startled you, startled everyone.

“That is enough!” All eyes turned to Seonghwa who had stepped into the locker room undetected. “You fight in the practice room, not here!”

“Professor Park, this is just some friendly competition. It’s nothing to-”

As Lyla spoke to defend herself Seonghwa suddenly stalked over, grabbing her and slamming her against the lockers. No one dared to move or speak. The impact had certainly caused her to hit her head, and afterwards Seonghwa let her go. Lyla slid to the floor, holding her head, but he wasn’t done with her. To everyone’s disbelief Seonghwa suddenly brought down his foot over her ankle, causing her to scream. He did it a few more times and you swear you heard something crack. Still, nobody did anything, and Seonghwa continued. After breaking her ankle he grabbed a fist full of her hair and dragged her out of the locker room.

By then Lyla was begging for mercy through painful mumbles, limping as she was brought out for the public to see. At this hour there weren’t many students around, but just enough to know that come morning the whole building would be aware of this. You and the others in the locker room stepped out a moment after Seonghwa, carefully following behind until he came to the stairs. You only had a second to process what would happen next before it came to pass. Seonghwa tossed Lyla down the steps, watching as she screamed and tumbled to the cold floor below. Everyone watching was in shock, but Seonghwa had all their attention too.

“You are all equal in these halls! In the practice room and on stage, that is where you are enemies! There you fight with your talent and skills, not your fists or your words.” Seonghwa took a moment to fix himself up, staring down at the girl silently crying. “What a waste.”

You weren’t sure what would happen next, but when Seonghwa’s gaze met yours you took a half step back. He made his way towards you, making you all the more nervous. Without saying a word he took your hand and led you down the hall to an empty classroom locking the door behind him.

“Are you alright?”

Seonghwa gently cupped your cheek, trying to see if there would be any lingering marks. You were still shaken up, unable to speak.

“I understand friendly competition is normal, but there’s no need for such aggression. I do apologize as I was aware of such tensions since day one.” Seonghwa explained. “I just did not foresee it escalating in such a manner. Just focus on your dance, alright?”

“… yes… yes, professor.”

“No need for titles when it’s just us.”

“Yes, Seonghwa.”

“Put some ice on your cheek to prevent any swelling.”

“I will.”

“Good. I’ll see you again tomorrow.”

Seonghwa excused himself first, leaving you to ponder over everything. In a matter of moments he had destroyed a girl’s career, embarrassed her, and made an example of her. All without hesitation or a sliver of emotion. It was terrifying to see. From the beginning you knew this place was strict and one was held to high standards, but this type of behavior you couldn’t imagine. The same hands that had thrown someone down a flight of stairs had caressed your cheek with concern. This place truly was dangerous in a way you hadn’t realized until now.

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Of course things settled down after that incident. Everyone understood that no type of bullying was tolerated and the consequences would be dire. You did feel a bit of awkwardness in the air around you. All the rumors did say a first year was the cause of it all, and some had already figured out it was you. Still, you held your head up high and continued on as if nothing happened. The institution waits for no one and you still had a lot of hard work to do in order to make it to graduation.

“Oh, y/n, may I speak with you for a moment.”

At the end of the day you were surprised to find Wooyoung waiting around for you. By now you had only ever seen him a handful of times, and for him to come seek you out was curious. Still, you wouldn’t deny his request.”

“Of course. What can I do for you?”

“I wanted to ask if you were up for some one-on-one lessons this weekend with me and Yunho.”

“Oh, yeah, sure. What would they entail?”

“Weapons training.”

“What?”

“With props of course. I figured you’d want a little extra help preparing for the year end show.”

“The year end show? What about the midterm performance?”

“There isn’t one in the second semester.”

“Oh, good to know.”

“Then I’ll see you this weekend.”

“Yeah.”

Wooyoung gave you the time and place to meet, which was actually a place outside the main building and dorms. You had always wondered what those other buildings were for, and now you could get some answers. It also made sense Wooyoung taught outside the main building since he’s never seen otherwise. When the weekend arrived you were up early to get breakfast and then made your way over. You thought you could just walk in but the door was locked. It was a bit awkward to knock, but you did so anyway and a moment later Yunho opened the door.

“Glad you could make it. Come in.”

Once you were inside you realized how clean and bland this place was. It wasn’t like the main building or dorms, but a step down. It was darker too given that all the windows were tinted and didn’t let in a lot of light. Still, you followed Yunho as he led you down some stairs and to a much bigger area. Now this made more sense. There was open space and mats on the floor. Although there were no mirrors on the wall, there were some what you’d assume to be very realistic props.

“Yeosang and Jongho let us know what pieces of music you had been working with, and provided them for this.”

“That’s good.”

“Let’s get ready.”

A bit to your surprise Yunho had grabbed some props to hand over, and then got some for himself. That’s when you noticed he was dressed in similar attire to yourself, meaning he intended to practice with you. It made sense, given that the props implied a performance partner, and previously Yeosang and Jongho were focused on you learning your parts. Now you get to put that into effect and improve from there. You had always been told dancing was like fighting, and with Yunho and Wooyoung teaching you, it certainly felt that way. You learned a few basic combat moves, and from there you focused on the dance. This was a new form of practice for you, one you found very fun. So it was easy for time to just fly by.

“You’re a natural.” Wooyoung complimented. “Do you think you’re down to do this every weekend?”

“I think I could manage.”

“Do let us know if you need to rest.” Yunho added. “You don’t need to push yourself.”

“I know, but I don’t feel exhausted. I’ll let you know if I need a break.”

“Good. We’ll see you tomorrow then.”

“Yup.”

It was good to keep active every day. Even if you weren’t in a class you used your own free time to practice. Now those personal practices were turning into private ones. Even if you were being pushed to your limits no one was forcing you beyond them. It was a slow progression but there were improvements. The only thing you didn’t foresee were the nightmares. You weren’t just dancing in your dreams, but practically fighting for your life. You’d jolt awake in a cold sweat, your heart pounding in your chest and your breathing jagged. For your own sake you started sleeping with the lights on, needing to be able to quickly identify where you were after one of those intense dreams.

“I think you’re majorly stressed out.”

Despite the trouble sleeping, you were alright, to a degree. You didn’t see any decline in your dancing, and none of your educators mentioned it either. On the outside you were fine, but something else was going on with you. To at least get it off your chest you shared your troubles with Ally, hoping for some advice.

“I’m managing everything just fine.”

“Yeah, but you’re also spending a lot of alone time with your professors and instructors. They’re already pretty intense in their classes, so I can only imagine what they’re like one-on-one. Maybe you don’t realize it consciously, but subconsciously you know how stressful that is.”

“I suppose I just need to relax. All this work is to better my own skills and maybe… maybe be Prima one day.”

“Oh, is that something you want?”

“It’s the highest title there is for someone like me. It would show the world that I’m one of the greatest. Honestly, I never wanted to do anything but dance, yet being here and learning under all the others… I think I have a real shot at it.”

“If your mentality has changed to this, it might explain the dreams.”

“You think so?”

“To achieve the title of Prima, it’s basically a battlefield. You’re gonna have to fight others for that position, and it could get messy.”

“Hm, I suppose you’re right.”

“Just take it easy on yourself. Having a goal is good, but don’t let it consume you.”

Ally’s words did provide you with some peace of mine. In a matter of months you had truly developed your ambition, and it was to reach the stars. Given all you’ve been through and seen here, saying this would be a battle felt like selling it short. To a degree it could be life or death, and you were willing to step into such an arena. Although an explanation for the dreams did nothing to help you understand the cuts and bruises you’d randomly find on your body. Shortly after the nightmares had started you noticed the markings. You couldn’t recall off the top of your head what you could have done, but they weren’t severe, so you were thankful for that.

“Y/n, it’s good to see you.”

You were heading up to Seonghwa’s private lesson when you bumped into Mingi. He really did have a stone cold demeanor, but when he smiled he seemed like a ray of sunshine.

“Likewise, Professor Song.”

“How have you been lately? Training hard I presume.”

“Of course. I have many of the others helping me, and I’m only improving.”

“Good. I’m looking forward to your end of the year show.”

“I promise I won’t disappoint.”

“I doubt you could.”

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Nothing major happened during the midterm. Besides Seonghwa’s exam. The rest of your classes just continued as usual. For spring break you stayed on campus once more, following your previous routine from last break except your weekend practices were added to the mix. You were given a day to yourself which you used to rest and recover. Then it was back to normal.

“I know you’re all curious about the end of the year show since there was no midterm performance.” Yeosang explained. “Once again you will be performing a solo, and a piece has been chosen for you. More is expected of you this time, so best of luck. When I call your name, come collect your envelope and then you’re dismissed.”

You didn’t expect to hear your name called anytime soon so you merely gathered your things. Once all the other students had left you kneeled down before Yeosang, taking your mask off and waiting.

“You’ll be doing a private show for the headmaster as your end of the year performance.”

“What…? How come?”

“Hongjoong wants to have you perform for him and no one else.”

“Will he be grading me then?”

“I’ll still be there and a few of the others, so don’t worry about that.”

“Oh, I see.”

“Here’s your piece.” Yeosang handed you your envelope. “I look forward to your show.”

“Thank you, Yeosang.”

Just like before, you didn’t dare to look inside until the end of the day. You were fortunate enough to get a piece you were familiar with and had been practicing over break. You couldn’t believe the end of the semester, of your first year, was just around the corner. You were super nervous, yet excited and freaking out on the inside. Although you reminded yourself that there would be time for that later. Now you needed to prepare. When you weren’t in one of your private lessons you were in the practice room. You were fortunate that the piece you had been given was one Jongho had introduced you to between semesters, so you had his lovely voice to guide you. Then just as Yeosang mentioned, more was expected this time, which meant it was best you danced with props.

Of course you didn’t have your own to use and just put something together to make an imitation. Surely you’d be provided with what you needed, and if not you had your own to use. When you weren’t practicing you were studying for Seonghwa’s final as that needed to be dealt with before your show. You felt confident when exam day came around, hoping your academic abilities wouldn’t be your downfall. Then came the big day. All the other students would be performing first, and you’d be the last one to do so in the fourth floor showcase room. You could watch the others beforehand, but you felt that seeing anyone else dance might make you anxious, so you opted to spend your time keeping limber and working on the last minute details.

Once it was time you made the treacherous journey to the fourth floor. To a degree you felt numb, like you were on autopilot, blinking and finding yourself somewhere else along your journey. As you stood outside the entrance to the showcase room you steadied your breathing, telling yourself to remain calm and that you were going to do great. You had worked so hard, had so much guidance, and all your efforts were gonna pay off. You put a little smile on and walked in, greeted by a new sight. The room was no longer decorated, but appearing more appropriate for the occasion and what this area was meant to be.

You hadn’t really noticed it before, but on the opposite side of the room there was an elevated platform, like a balcony, with two sets of stairs on either side leading up. That’s where you saw Hongjoong and the others, seated at a table, halting their conversation as you entered. They all stood up, which you felt was unnecessary, and greeted you. In return you offered a bow, deciding to treat this like any solo performance and not a special one. So you gave your name, and also mentioned the piece you would be performing. You had your own props and asked if it was alright to use them as you saw no alternatives. Hongjoong agreed, matching your composure. They all soon took a seat and you noticed a record player at one end of the table.

You got into position and waited for your cue. Then the music started. A melody that you had grown very familiar with began to fill the air, and you let it consume you. It just took a few steps before your body took over, following what you had learned and practiced. Nothing else mattered, nothing else existed in the moment except for you and the music. So you just danced with elegance and graze, feeling proud of all your work. If this was where you stood as a first year, you could only fantasize as to where you’d be next year and the year after that. A smile decorated your face as you danced, focused on the music and keeping up with it. You felt as light as a feather in your movements, moving so swiftly and precisely. Then in an instant it all came crashing down.

You were startled out of your performance by laughter. Coming to a sudden halt and taking a moment for yourself to return to reality. You glanced up at the balcony to find the source of your interrupting, and the answer was very clear. Hongjoong was on his feet, laughing maniacally and clapping. The others remained seated, but all appeared to have satisfied grins on their faces. To a degree it was a good sight, but you didn’t understand why given that you hadn’t actually finished your performance. Although you couldn’t dwell on it too long as Hongjoon’s laughter was drawing all your attention. Then he spoke and everything changed once more.

“There she is, my beautiful, perfect, Prima!”

You didn’t really understand what he meant. His words were confusing and your gaze finally shifted away from the balcony. That’s when you began to realize the truth. The props in your hands weren’t the ones you had made and brought along. You were now holding two very real blades, and they were covered in blood. Since you were looking down you finally took notice of the floor. Of all the bodies and blood that was scattered around you. In fact you were covered in blood as well. Seeing this all you screamed, dropping the blades and falling to the floor. You were paralyzed in fear and confusion, looking back to the balcony for answers.

“Relax, my dear, this is all part of your training.”

“… what… I… I don’t… I don’t understand…”

“It’s all quite simple, really.” Seonghwa began. “On your first day here Yeosang noticed how you lost yourself in your performance and moved as if possessed. Such a thing made us wonder if your actions could be guided in a different manner when you were in your little self-induced trance.”

“Of course we first had to make sure your actual talents were up to our standards.” Jongho added. “We did help you along the way, but you did not disappoint.”

“Then we really had to test the waters.” Yeosang continued. “So the extra lessons during break let us put our theory to the test. The results were quite promising.”

“I did love watching all the footage.” Hongjoong commented. “Seeing the progress, seeing you become my perfect Prima! My perfect weapon for Ateez.”

“… no… no… this can’t be real… this can’t be happening…”

You stared down at your bloody hands, not waiting to believe anything you were being told. Yet as their words rang in your head you started to get flashes of images. Your weekend sessions weren’t for dance, but your own mind made you believe so. Hiding the reality of you being trained to fight. Those basic moves you were taught weren’t for the sake of your dancing abilities. You always thought it was just the three of you, but that wasn’t the case. In your fragmented memories you found yourself sparring with masked individuals and wielding real weapons. You moved well, seeming to pick up on things fast, but your eyes were so cold and lifeless. Even as you stood over a body, covered in blood, it didn’t bother you at all.

Although things weren’t even that simple. Among the images you saw a familiar face. During one of your matches your opponent was rather aggressive, and while fighting you ended up removing their mask, seeing your old roommate Misu. She appeared thinner, a metal collar around her neck, and her eyes were full of rage. Of course in the moment you gave no response, no sign of recognition, and that only upset her more. In the end you took her down, but being aware of this all now, you couldn’t help but feel sick. So you threw up on the floor, slowly backing away afterwards and screaming when you bumped into a body. You jumped away and noticed this person had their mask cut up, and you saw Lyla’s dead eyes staring at the ceiling.

“… what… what did you do to her!?” You screamed. “What are you doing to the students!? What even is this place!?”

“It’s exactly what you believe it to be.” Yunho assured. “Ateez is an institute for the arts. We have many talents come through these halls, and Ateez is a real company as well. Although not all who make it here are talented enough, but they can be useful elsewhere.”

“… that’s not… not right…”

“We know how to make good use of the rejects.” Wooyoung added. “No need to worry about them or pity them.”

“… you’re… you’re all… monsters…”

“You’ve seen it first hand, y/n.” Mingi stated. “Not everyone is meant to be a star. Only those who are truly great will stand in the spotlight.”

“And you’re certainly one of a kind.” San remarked. “Incredible.”

They all spoke so nonchalantly about this, as if they had done nothing wrong. You were still shaking, still processing, but there was a slight shift in your demeanor. Even with pieces of your training at the forefront of your mind, your body still knew how to fight. You were starting to feel anger take hold. Anger over what had been done to you, and so many others. In the corner of your eye you saw the blades. You couldn’t just stay here and do nothing, you had to act, and so you did. You swiftly grabbed a blade and threw it up towards the balcony. Just barely missing Hongjoong’s head and seeing the blade wind up embedded in the wall. 

So you quickly grabbed the other and made your way up the balcony, running straight for Hongjoong and pinning him back down in his seat. You held the blade to his throat, pressing down without breaking skin, but all it would take was a little more force. Through all of this Hongjoong had been laughing that same demonic laugh. Even now he met your gaze, unwavering and unafraid. In fact he seemed pleased with you. Meanwhile the rest were assessing the situation and sharing glances. Out of the corner of your eye you noticed one reaching for a tablet, but you quickly shut that idea down.

“I wouldn’t do that if I were you. The watch is on the arm that’s currently holding a blade to the headmaster’s throat. Any sudden move will end up killing him.”

Hongjoong couldn’t help but chuckle. “My sweet, sweet girl, you can’t hurt your masters.”

“Says the one with a knife to his throat!”

“And why is that? If you were truly going to kill me you should have done it by now, but you haven’t, because you can’t.”

“Shut up!”

“It’s true. We’ve trained you to be an excellent marksman, do you think you simply missed the first time? No, no, no, you hit your target perfectly. It’s just never going to be me. Even now, you may think you have me at your mercy, but you don’t. If you can prove me wrong, go on then, why not just draw a little blood to show me you’re in control.”

“I…”

You tried, my gosh did you try. All you had to do was put a little more pressure, break skin and make him bleed, but you couldn’t. You were putting in all the effort mentally, but your body refused to move an inch. As if you were merely a passenger in your own body. Your lack of inaction caused Hongjoong to laugh once more.

“See. You can’t hurt me even if you so desperately wanted to. Do you know why? Because you belong to me!” Hongjoong broke out into a fit of laughter and suddenly grabbed your arm with the weapon in hand. “You want to know something else?”

“…”

“Music is part of your performance, meaning sound can also put you into a trance. So it’s not too difficult to make you into an obedient girl simply by the sound of one’s voice. Isn’t that right, Jongho? You were so kind as to provide our Prima here with her music for her training sessions.”

“It was my pleasure.” Jongho stepped closer to you, coming into your field of view and holding his hand out. “Would you hand over the weapon, please.”

“I…”

Jongho’s words were suddenly very soothing and you felt yourself relax. Hongjoong released your arm and then you mindlessly handed Jongho the blade. You couldn’t believe your own actions, yet you could do nothing to stop yourself.

“Good girl. Thank you.”

Just then Hongjoong grabbed your face, forcing you to meet his gaze. Things were a bit hazy at the moment, but you were still aware enough to understand the satisfied look in his eyes.

“You still have a lot of training ahead of you, but tonight proves our theory. You should be rewarded for doing so well, and yet punished for your silly little actions just now. Tell me, do you have any ideas in mind?”

“I would refrain from such activities.” Seonghwa commented. “She doesn’t need to be trained with a reward and punishment system. Besides, in her current state you might break her fragile little mind.”

“Hm. I suppose you’re right. I wouldn’t want anything to happen to my beautiful diamond.”

The one word seemed to echo in your mind, and you suddenly felt yourself slipping away. Panic took hold for a moment and you grabbed Hongjoong’s arm, but that was all you could do. Something was dragging you under. A fog rolling into your mind and causing you to lose yourself.

“… what…”

“Sh, sh, sh, just close your eyes and rest my dear. There’s no need to worry. You passed with flying colors, and we’ll continue your training when you wake.”

Despite your best efforts you ultimately sunk into the void, your body going limp and Hongjoong laying you down on the table. He quietly admired you for a moment, his fingers gliding over your body. Not at all bothered by the blood.

“She’ll be a great Prima. So perfect, so beautiful.”

“We should probably clean her up.” 

“Indeed. San, Mingi, take her and give her a nice bath. She should be in pristine condition. Go along with Jongho, just in case she wakes up early.”

The three did as they were told, Mingi picking up your body and carrying you out as the two others followed behind. Hongjoong stared out at the masterpiece displayed before him in the room. Such a beautiful night.

"Young enough to be my daughter," he groans, loud enough for you to hear in your current position; face smooshed into the pillows by his rough hand, hips in the air with your back arched as he fucks you deep and fast. "Little pervert, I bet that makes you excited." He runs his hand down the slope of your back, moaning at the feel of your soft, dewy skin. "Doesn't it?"

You can hardly catch your breath enough to yelp out through your screaming moans, "yes, Daddy!" He has you near brain dead, pussy and mind both pliable and bending to his will as he plows into you. "F-uck, Daddy, fuck!"

"Watch your mouth, little girl," he says with a smack to your ass, making you wail and clench around him. Apologies fly from your quivering lips, hands spread out on the sheets and gripping them tightly as he flattens you on the bed, pining your legs together with his own before slipping back into your twitching hole.

"Holy s-" You scream, bringing a hand over your mouth just in time to save you from another spank. He's stretching you out perfectly, getting so deep you swear he's in your literal guts. "Daddy, Daddy!" Is the only word you seem to know other than the off limits curse words flying in your mind.

"Are you about to cum? Hm?" He groans with effort as he slips a hand between you and the bed and presses above your pussy, making you feel it a hundred times more. "Are you going to cum, Princess? While I fuck you like a bitch?"

"Yes, ple-please!" And when he slips his fingertips just a bit lower, grazing your swollen clit; you know that it's permission to cum for him. It washes over you like a hot wave, tingling your entire body as you shake and shiver below him. The way your body twitches and clenches around him makes him follow, slamming balls deep and making you scream as he unloads his cum into you.

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"Shhh," he coos softly as he pulls out a few minutes later, kissing the back of your head gently. "Breathe in for me, nice and slow- there you go~ That's my good girl," he rolls you over with all the tenderness his can manage, treating you like a porcelain doll.

He grunts low in his throat as you koala hug onto him, trapping him close with your shaky arms and legs. "Thank you, Daddy."

"No," he rubs your back softly, melting into you as you kiss his smile lines, "thank you, Princess. So good for your old man~"

Freshly fucked out of your own head, your panting fills the living room along with two others.

Your overworked legs tremble while you slump against Hongjoong, your head finding its way to his shoulder as the remnants of your orgasm rake through your body. His soft shushing is hardly heard over Seonghwa's panting and occasional sniffling on the floor by his leg.

What a fucking time it's been — getting fucked stupid by Hongjoong, letting him wreck you and Seonghwa simultaneously. The both of you are spent; sweaty and tired and clinging to any piece of him you can.

And his dick is still hard inside of you. Twitching every so often as his hands rub up and down your back soothingly. Begging to fuck into you more than he already has.

But Hongjoong is a disciplined dom. And he knows what you need, when you need it — both of you. So he ignores his aching length and reaches a hand down to Seonghwa's head, reveling in the way he leans into it immediately. He knows he's going to have his cum in one of you soon enough, so why rush it?

Especially when you're both so soft and breakable at the moment, why would he rush it? That would only push him further away from his goal.

His goal, same as it always is, is to have you both beyond compliant. Under his strict thumb and doing whatever he says without a hint of hesitation.

Giving you what you need will always get you there faster than just doing whatever he wants. And he doesn't mind in the slightest; letting you cling to him until your arms drop of your own accord, and your legs quit shaking.

All of your breaths evened out in the grounded silence, he finally speaks up, "feeling good?"

You and Seonghwa both chime together, voices laced with pleasure so thick it's obscuring your minds, "yes, Sir."

"Good," he hums, a smirk pulling on his lips as he guides you up, "back where you belong now, baby." Back on the ground with Seonghwa, pouting up at the man before he says, "wipe that look off your face, now, slut."

You're back to bating your lashes and biting your lip, pout nowhere to be seen. A picture of accepting submission; ready to take whatever he chooses to give without complaint.

"Better." He turns his attention to Seonghwa now, petting his head a few soft times before sitting back on the couch completely and spreading his legs. "Place."

And you and Hwa are scrambling the short distance to set yourselves where he wants. One of you on either of his legs; straddling with your knees pressed against the itchy carpet, hands behind your backs and cheeks on his thighs.

"Seonghwa." He says, and the man's eyes dart up to his after admiring your mirrored state.

"Yes, Sir?"

"Where do you belong?"

"Right here, Sir."

"And why is that?"

Seonghwa's cock is already hard again. And Hongjoong can feel it against his leg, explaining the way he seems to short circuit on the answer he's drilled into your minds. He tuts his tongues, shoving his face back into his thigh and turning his attention on you. "Do you know?"

"Yes, Sir." You hum obediently while he traces his finger tips on your hair line, cheek still smooshed to his thigh.

"Then, what is it? Why do you belong on your knees?"

"Because you say so, Joongie." The way his cock visibly twitches in the air pleases something deep in your mind, a fucked-out, proud smile on your lips as you catch it in your peripherals — never daring to look away from his eyes as he speaks to you.

"Good girl," he coos, and Seonghwa whines beside you, nuzzling his face into his leg. And Hongjoong ignores him completely, instead asking, "what do I say exactly?"

"That we're just two dumb puppies who need to sit pretty until you use us?"

"Very good girl~" He smiles, petting your cheek with his knuckles softly, watching you beam from the simple praise.

Eyes lit up, smile of your own, cheek pressed against his thigh dutifully all while Seonghwa nuzzles against him for attention.

Seonghwa is being a bad puppy — so he doesn't get what he wants. You, however?

"Do you want a treat, slutty puppy?"

"Please, Sir."

He slaps your cheek, however lightly, "I asked a puppy a question. Can puppies talk? Can puppies talk, Hwa?"

"No, Sir." He says quickly, watching you blink up at the man before doing the same. Trying to correct his own behavior.

"No, that's right." And he's rewarded whenever Hongjoong reaches and cards his fingers through his hair, making him bite back a moan. "So I'll ask again. Do you want a treat?" He emphasizes every word, pinching your cheek lightly.

When you let out a small, chipper little bark, he snaps into action; pulling Seonghwa away from his leg by his collar, knocking you off balance so you land between them.

"Behind her now, boy." And Hwa is quick, pressing right up against you and placing his hands on Hongjoong's knees; trapping you in as you sit up straight again. "Ah." He instructs you; your jaw dropping immediately and tongue rolling out of your mouth in a lewd action.

"Good job," he taps the tip of his cock on your tongue a few times before sitting back again. "Do I have to tell you what to do?"

"No, Sir," Seonghwa speaks for you both, pushing your head down on Hongjoong's cock quickly.

It's been like this more times than you can count. Hongjoong using his absolute dominance to make you guide each other while he sits back and watches with a scrutinizing, loving gaze. So eager to please him that you'll take false control over one another almost smoothly.

Seonghwa doesn't start slow, because neither does Hongjoong — and of course that's who he tries to mimic and please first and foremost. One thing he can never do though, is talk dirty like he can. He just can't think up all of the dirty, mean words.

So that leaves him choking you on cock until spit bubbles at your lips and your gags fill the air; all while talking sweet in your ear to keep you compliant for the man you're both longing to satisfy.

"Taking his cock like such a good girl," he says as he holds you down, with Hongjoong's length balls deep in your throat, making you whimper ever so softly. "So lucky, you get a treat," you can almost hear the pout in his voice, and you can most certainly hear Hongjoong's chuckle at it.

"You know what," Hongjoong hums deeply, thrusting deeper into your throat to make you gag as he speaks casually, "even though you were a bit of a stupid brat, why don't you have a treat too? I feel like spoiling my puppies today. You can fuck her in the ass."

You let out an involuntary whine, gagging yourself and sputtering around him until Seonghwa pulls you up; his eyes never leaving Hongjoong's, bright and hopeful. "Really?"

"No," you protest in a dragging whine before Hongjoong slaps you. Quick and stinging, but nowhere near as hard as he's hit before. He really is in a mood to spoil.

"Fuck did you say, slut? Fix that tone or you're only getting it in your ass for weeks."

"I'm sorry, Sir," you flutter your lashes as you look up at him, hands resting in your lap. "I meant... Can it please be my pussy, Sir? I've been a good girl..."

He seems to consider it before giving you another light slap as your answer, and then one to Seonghwa — who takes it with pride. "And don't you think about being tempted, either. She's nice and ready, she's had that plug in for long enough. Give her the real deal."

"Yes, Sir. Thank you, Sir," he repeats giddily; yanking you back a bit so your ass is poked out, steadying yourself with your hands on the floor as you look up at Hongjoong.

"I can't let you get too spoiled, now can I, baby? Besides, you already came. Can you give me another while Hwa uses your little ass?"

You think for a long moment, longer than it should have taken because Seonghwa has his tongue licking up all of the wetness that's dribbled down to your ass. "I don't know, Sir."

"Okay," he shuffles forward to sit on the edge of the couch, his leaky, twitchy member just a whisper away from your face. "Do you still want your treat after Hwa has his?"

That one comes a lot easier. "Yes, please, Sir."

"That's the whore I know and love~" His words make you smile through biting your lip; eyes flicking across every inch of his expression while Seonghwa pulls the cock-shaped plug from your smaller hole — leaving it gaped ever so slightly and clenching around nothing.

Nothing isn't nothing for long. Hongjoong leans over your bent body after grabbing the same bottle of lube he'd used to coax the toy into you — he had this planned all along, didn't he? — pouring some of the cold, gooey liquid directly on Seonghwa's cock.

He knows he likes the sensation already, but his loud groan and the way he grips your hips is a dead giveaway if he didn't. But you'd rather avoid it; so he spreads the lube along his cock by jerking him off slowly.

His free hand comes from petting your back and loops a finger into the leash clip on Seonghwa's collar, yanking him into a heated kiss as you stay still with practiced patience.

When the lube is warm, and Seonghwa is getting needier by the second — fucking into his palm, Hongjoong pulls away. His eyes are still blissfully closed whenever he spits on his face, rubbing it in with his lube covered hand. Leaving his face shimmering with spit and lube, he finally sits back and says, "go."

Hongjoong watches closely as Seonghwa's eyes snap open, landing right on your waiting hole. Then, his eyes drift to you as he pushes his tip inside. He can tell you're biting back your whines. The toy he'd picked out to stuff you with would get you just ready enough for your fellow subs large cock. He can tell it hurts a bit. He can tell you like it.

"Does that feel good, hm? You like that big dick in your little whore ass?" He laughs, a fond and mocking chuckle as you nod quickly. He grabs hold of your collar, the one that matches Seonghwa's, and cranes you up to look at him. "Speak."

"Y-Yes, Sir," you choke from the added tightness of his fingers in between your throat and collar, struggling to continue after he raises a brow, too distracted by the deviously delicious pain as Hwa bottoms out with a needy moan. "I like that- I like that big dick in-" You're just as much a mess, brain sufficiently scrambled as he starts thrusting slowly.

"You do~? Where at, puppy? Where is our Hwa fucking you?"

Doesn't really matter to you actually. You can hardly tell the difference in the blissful, fuzzy state you're in. All you know is that it feels fucking fantastic.

He can tell you're slipping further and further, a grin on his lips as he lets go of your collar to let you breathe properly again; giving your cheek a love tap. "Speak." He says again, plain and simple.

"In my ass, Sir," you manage to moan, staring up at him dumbly as Seonghwa does the same; glossed over eyes scanning between you, hips moving ever faster as your tight hole grips him — practically begging him not to go.

"All together now." He strokes himself once, twice, giving himself just enough pleasure to not snap from the tension as he watches Seonghwa lose what little composure he had because of the words he speaks, and the ones he coaxes from you. "Let him know how good it feels. Moan like a good little bitch."

And so moan you do, falling into a complete arch with your chest on the floor as you babble, "oh, I love it! Feels so good, baby, so good! I lo-love your big dick in my ass... so much... fuck, fuck!" You're almost dry-sobbing, crying with no tears as he pushes you down flat on the floor; the carpet burning against your knees.

You reach and grab onto Hongjoongs ankles tightly, face planted on the floor as Seonghwa ravishes your ass. "Please!"

"Are you close, Hwa?" He ignores you, letting you whimper for mercy because even still he never hears your safe word, and he knows the screams of pleasure all too well.

He looks up from where he's buried his head in your shoulder and nods frantically, unable to think of the words over the sticky plaps of your skin colliding. You always grip him perfectly, but he can't help but enjoy your ass even more. It's so lewd. So taboo. Very much everything your sexual relationship thrives on.

"Filthy fucking whore," Hongjoong laughs as his words make the man fuck into you harder, his arms tight around your shoulders. "I bet you'd stick your dick in anything if it felt good enough. Fuck yourself on any piece of us to get off, is that how pathetic you are, baby?"

"Yes, y-yes, Sir," he moans shakily, cock pistoning inside of you so roughly that it has you seeing stars as you cling to the floor now; fingers griping the carpet tightly.

"You're a fucking pervert, you know that?" He grips his chin in his fingers and says sternly, "this is what's going to happen. Cum in her ass like the horny little puppy you are, and then get back to work until I cum in her throat."

He hardly has time to start saying he understands before he's cumming deep in your ass, making you shake below him with a spark of your own ecstasy washing through you. "Fffffuck," he whimpers, pulling his twitching length out in one smooth motion when Hongjoong cocks his head.

Your head spins as you're pulled back to your knees, the world along with it as you blink up at him dizzily, only hardly aware of the sensation of the warm cum trickling down your thighs. "Ah." He hums like before, and like before; your mouth falls open wide.

His cock is in your mouth, breaching your throat, before you even realize you've changed positions and are no longer being fucked.

Seonghwa has his hand splayed on the back of your head, fingers gripping your hair to pull you up and down as you moan and go lax between them; letting your throat be used as you lay your arms on Hongjoongs thighs.

Still gagging, still dizzy, you're making an absolute mess of spit on his cock. You don't have the mind about you to even try and swallow all of the spit — completely gone in a land of fuzziness until he puts a hand over Hwa's and holds your head against him.

You almost choke for real as he cums down your throat, slapping at his hips before he pinches your nose closed. "Swallow." He commands through his moans.

Thank fuck for Hongjoong knowing you're too stupid to even swallow on your own, forcing you into doing it by cutting off your air until you have no other choice. Your throat constricting and bobbing around him only prolongs his orgasm, each little move earning you more cum until he finally yanks you away.

Falling back into Seonghwa, you're panting even harder than before. Ass and throat sore, lungs abused, face messy with spit and cum, collar snug on your heaving throat.

Just how you like it.

"You okay, baby?" Hongjoong asks softly through his heavy breaths, one hand on your cheek, the other on Seonghwa's, "you okay?"

"Yes, Sir," Seonghwa moans, holding you close as he leans into Hongjoong's touch.

"Yes, Sir," you say the same, voice hoarse and saccharine sweet, "thank you for the treat, Sir."

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