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“We can both just say you tutored me and then go home, no time wasted!” He really thought you didn’t think of that before. If only it were that simple.

“You do realise they’re going to record your improvements in tests, right? If there aren’t any changes, you and I both are in deep shit” 

“I can always cheat” This idiot. 

“Let’s not take that risk” You turn on your heels, stepping out from the shelves before sitting at a desk where your bag was fixated.

“You look like you’d take a lot of risks” Yunho pulled a chair out from next to you, sitting down with a huff before resting his elbow on the table with his chin in the palm of his hand.

“You look like you take one too many,” You pulled out a booklet from your bag, flipping through the pages before handing it over to Yunho who took it without hesitation “, here, read this and answer those-”.

“You kids know the library is closing, right?” Both your heads snapped back to the librarian throwing a glaring look at you with a prominent frown on her face.

“We were just about to leave” You hurriedly shove the booklet back into your bag after taking it from Yunho’s grasp, zipping your bag as you headed for the exit with Yunho following closely behind.

“And where to?” Yunho jogged up beside you, shoving a hand in the pocket of his leather jacket as the older gripped his bag strapped tightly.

“My house” 

“Your parents won’t mind?” Yunho shot you a questioning look, cocking a brow as he shoved his other hand in his pocket.

“They’re not home” It was a perk to have both parents overly obsessed with their jobs, you’ve grown accustomed to it. 

“Oh, kinky- ow! What was that for?” You threw a warning punch at Yunho’s shoulder, glaring at him as he rubbed the spot you punched.

“We’re just studying, remember?” 

“You could’ve just said that instead of punching me,” You faced the front again, biting down on your lip as you try to hide a grin “, what was that?”.

“What was what?”

“You smiled” Suddenly, Yunho’s face lurched forward right in front of you, literally staring deep into your eyes as you couldn’t help but break out into a laugh as he goggled at you.

“What the hell are you doing?” You pressed a hand against Yunho’s chest, pushing him back to the side as you kept walking.

“It’s nice to see you smile” 

“It’s the last time you’ll see it” 

“I doubt that”

Not a single word was muttered as you walked in the cold, hands fidgeting as throats cleared from time to time. As odd as it sounds, the longer you were with Yunho the more you grew lenient to him. 

“Where are you going?” Yunho walked a little too far ahead of you, not realising you had already stopped in front of your house. 

He turned around in an instant, a clueless look washing over his face as he came to a realisation. You couldn’t help chuckle at the look on his face as he quickly jogged over.

“Why didn’t you say anything until I was all the way over there?” 

“I didn’t want to”

“Cruel” 

You fiddle with the keys before sliding one in, turning it before the door unlocked with a click. It felt relieving to finally be encased in the warmth of your home after walking in the chilly air for a while. Yunho kicked off his shoes to the side, placing it neatly on the rack beside the door. 

As much as you wanted to fall right on to your bed and drift off to sleep, you still had one job. And that was to get all this crap into Yunho’s brain so both of you can be done for the day. 

“Okay, let’s see- oh my god, what the fuck? Fifteen percent?” Your eyes widened at the paper Yunho pulled out, it was his recent test in biology class and you’ve never seen a score so low.

“You were expecting a solid three percent weren’t you?” Yunho smirked, falling on to your bed with his arms stretched back behind his head. 

“No! I thought you got like at least a seventy or something, not this!” It was shocking to see Yunho barely budging at the fact that he had gotten one of the lowest results. 

“Nucleus is the powerhouse of the cell” Jesus fucking christ. 

“Mitochondria, Yunho, the Mitochondria is the powerhouse of the cell...” 

“I was just kidding, I knew that,” Yunho chuckled, sitting up from his position with his hands on the edge of the bed as you sat across from him at your desk “, I just have trouble memorising content, that’s all”. 

“I can’t believe I’m actually going to be productive with you all week” You hang your head back against your chair with a groan as a hand runs through your hair, sighing before turning back to Yunho.

“I can study myself if it’s going to bother you” 

“No, I didn’t mean for it to sound like that. It’s just, I can’t believe I have to actually do work again” 

“Then don’t, let’s take this day off, start another day” 

“Then what do we do now?”

“Let’s do BuzzFeed quizzes”

“What the fuck is that?”

“You’ve seriously never heard of them?” Yunho seriously looked offended at your response, eyes slightly widening as his jaw dropped. 

“No?” 

“Pull up your laptop”

Oh, BuzzFeed, of course. The sight every person stumbles upon to waste their time. You never knew what was so special about it until you saw the selection of quizzes on their page.

“‘Build your dream house and we’ll tell you when you’re getting married’?” Most of these outcomes for these quizzes seemed ridiculous, but you wanted to see.

“Oh wait, here, do this one”

‘Plan your dream holiday and we’ll give you the first initial of your s/o’

“Alright,” You huffed before clicking the link, grabbing your laptop before moving onto the bed “, move over, big guy”.

Yunho shuffled over on your bed, swinging an arm over your shoulder as you laid next to him with your laptop. Most of these questions were so stupid, but yet you were so eager to answer more.

“Vanilla? Really?” It seems like Yunho didn’t like your ice cream preference for dessert at a local restaurant in Tokyo, but that didn’t bother you.

“Yes, really” It was the final question before your results showed up, you were surprised, to say the least.

“S, W, M, Y, H, J” Those were the initials you were given, initials of your ‘significant other’.

“I can’t think of any guys with those initials” Or maybe you were just mind blank. When it came to boys, you were always mind blank.

“Literally, my entire group has those initials. San, Jongho, Wooyoung, Mingi, Yeosang, Hongjoong, Seonghwa- me” Yunho forced a chuckle, awkwardly scratching his head as he narrowed his eyes at the screen.

“I doubt I’ll date any of them” Sure they were good-looking, friendly even. But you didn’t think much about relationships, not for now at least.

“Why?” 

“Boys are a waste of time” Literally. Nothing but a distraction when you want them to be. A poor choice of a distraction.

“But a lot of guys want to date you”

“A lot of guys want to fuck me, there’s a difference” 

“What about both?” Your head snapped to the side, coming face to face with Yunho’s as a small smirk crept onto his face.

“Huh?” A brow cocked as you shot a questioning look over, scoffing as you shut your laptop close.

“What if they want to fuck you and date you?” Yunho’s eyes avoided yours as he looked anywhere but you. It was quite amusing witnessing this sort of behaviour from him, usually, he’d be confident and cocky looking. Now he’s fidgeting and biting the inside of his cheek like he was about to get embarrassed.

“Why? Do you know someone who wants to fuck me and date me?” You smirked, folding your arms across your chest as you turn your body slightly to face him, knees brushing against his legs.

“Maybe” Yunho’s eyes finally met yours as you gazed at him gnawing at his lips before stopping. 

“Who is this ‘maybe’?” Your lips curve into a smirk as you wait for Yunho to respond. He doesn’t.

Instead, he just blatantly gazes at you with his dark eyes, tilting his head to the side as he does so. Yunho’s eyes landed everywhere, from your lips to all sorts of features on your face.

Neither of you muttered anything, waiting for this deafening silence to be broken. You were interested in what he had told you. No one ever had the time or patience to date nowadays, so it surprised you.

“You’re looking right at him” It was a mere husky whisper, but you heard him like it was loud and clear. 

This was something you’ve never expected. The two of you were always so different yet so similar. You couldn’t put a finger on exactly how the two of you were.

In all seriousness, you couldn’t exactly tell if he was joking or not. A part of you wishes he wasn’t. More like all of you. 

“You’re joking, right?” Your words came out just as soft and gentle as his, still gaping at his face frozen in your spot insanely close next to him.

“Does it sound like I’m joking?” It was unclear whether he was smirking at how loud your heart was beating or how you were staring at him droopy-eyed shocked like a newborn.

“Anything that comes out of your mouth could be a lie” 

“Anything could be a lie if you want it to be” You were taken by surprise when Yunho’s arm around your shoulder drew you closer to him, hand caressing your shoulder as his other hand flies up to cup your face.

“Yunho...”

“Tell me, is this a lie?” There it was again, the feeling of your heart threatening to jump right out of your chest and into his hands as you felt his lips press against yours.

It was almost as if he was starved for weeks, kissing you hungrily like he’d finally been given something to eat. Your hands fly up to Yunho’s head like they have a mind of their own, gripping his hair as your lips move back with his in anticipation.

Everything felt so right. As if it had all fallen into place the moment Yunho’s arm hugged your waist, pushing himself on top of you with your legs sliding out to wrap around his torso. There was nothing better than this moment, with Yunho’s body pressed between your legs, lips moving with yours and hands caressing every inch of your body from your thighs to your neck.

His hands, oh god, his hands. They were calloused but yet so soft, it felt like heaven the moment he wrapped his fingers around your throat. You were even shocked at the lewd moan that you made when slight pressure was applied against the sides of your neck.

“You sound so fucking beautiful” Yunho’s lips hovered over your own, forehead resting gently on yours as he kept his fingers wrapped around your throat, waiting for a reply.

“More” If your panties weren’t soaked before, they were now as you grind your hips upwards against Yunho’s crotch, aching from the absence of mere friction against his bulge.

Yunho locked his lips back onto yours, rubbing the side of your neck with his thumb before gliding his lips down your jawline with delicate kisses. His lips only sucked onto your skin harder the moment he reached your neck with his hand now slipped under your shirt, squeezing your waist as your moans filled his ear.

You couldn’t help but run your legs up and down on his, hand falling onto his shoulder as you feel his flexed muscles. It was such a sight to see the outline of his muscles through the thin fabric of his shirt, making your cunt sopping wet as you gush over the slightest touches he made all over your body.

“You like that? You like the way I touch you?” Yunho groaned against your neck, sliding his arms up making the bottom of your shirt scrunch at the top of your breasts. 

“Fuck, give me more, please” You whined in desperation, grinding your throbbing cunt harder against his bulge. 

“Say my name, baby” Yunho’s voice turned husky, deeper, demanding. It made you almost want to push him off to get on your knees and pull his pants down yourself.

“Fuck me, Yunho” It almost hurt from how hard you furrowed your brows, shooting desperate glances at Yunho smirking at you from below.

“You’re driving me insane” It was a near animalistic growl that left Yunho’s lips, eyes clouding in darkness as he pulled off his shirt to the floor.

You were left gawking at Yunho’s well-defined figure, from his abs to his broad shoulders before he had dipped back down to your body again with his sloppy kisses covering your entire chest. He could probably feel how hard your nipples were over your bra as his hand grasped a breast, squeezing it in his hand before taking the edge of your shirt and throwing it over your head.

“Yunho, please” There was no patience left in your body as Yunho continues to admire your body, finger and thumb one pinch away from exposing your hard nipples to the cold air.

“You just look so fucking pretty like this, so so pretty” You gasped as your bra went flying to the floor, nipples hardening even more as the cold air surfaced your breasts. 

Yunho immediately dived back down against your chest, tongue swirling around your hard nipple with his mouth wrapped around your breast, grinding his painfully hard crotch against your needy pussy with your arousal probably already seeping through your tights. 

There was nothing to clench around, making you grow frustrated even more with your fingers gripping Yunho’s hair tightly. A low groan rumbled from Yunho as his veiny hand trickled down your stomach to your lower body, fingers hovering the spot right over your throbbing clit.

It was an instinct to buck your needy cunt on his fingers, you need them. You swear you could cry right at this moment when Yunho pressed the pad of his fingers down on your clit without moving them an inch, just focusing on sucking your breasts like it was his last. 

“I swear to fucking god, Yunho” You huffed, running a frustrated hand through your hair as Yunho smirked against your skin, eyes rolling up to you as he takes pleasure in your suffering.

“What are you waiting for? Move, baby” Oh jesus fucking christ, the way your pet name rolled off his tongue so smoothly only made you even more dripping wet as your hips slowly start to grind on his fingers, already feeling them dampening from your wetness dripping through your panties to your tights. 

“Mhm fuck” Your head rolled back as your thighs tremble from the way your hips were lifting off the bed to grind on Yunho’s fingers. 

“Look at you, so fucking needy for me,” Yunho groaned, brows furrowing as he admires the way your face scrunches in immense pleasure “, I haven’t even taken off your panties and you’re already so wet I can feel it”.

“Yunho, I-I’m ohmyfuckinggod” Your hands slap onto Yunho’s shoulders as your body moves with a mind of its own, grinding so hard onto Yunho’s fingers as if you were riding your pillow on lonely nights.

“I bet you rub yourself like this every night,” A cocky smirked crawled its way on to Yunho’s face as he stared down at your aching pussy grinding on the entire length of his fingers shamelessly “, wishing you had a big cock filling your perfect little hole, don’t you?”.

“Yes ohmygod fuck yes-” The bed was near squeaking from how fast you were rolling your pussy against Yunho’s fingers, eyes rolling back as your lips part for sharp breaths.

“If only you knew I was waiting for you, you’d hop on my dick in an instant huh?” Yunho leaned up, awing at the sight of your hips convulsing to give you the stimulation you grew addicted to. 

“I would’ve let you fucked me so bad” You weren’t even sure if the words coming out of your mouth actually really meant anything, but who the fuck cares. You’re so close to cumming all over your panties and on Yunho’s hand to give a single shit about what you were saying. 

“Yeah? You want me to fuck that pussy of yours?” His words spewed out of his mouth so aggressively, making your head roll back as your hands slap over Yunho’s forearm, tightly holding it in place for you to get off on his fingers.

“I want you to fuck me so bad ohmygod sososo so bad- nnnghaaYunho!” Your mind just went on a whole rollercoaster when Yunho detached his fingers from your pulsating clit, moving his body to the side before hooking his fingers underneath the waistband of your tights, ripping the material apart to expose your squelching wet pussy to the air as the remainder of your panties and tights discard to the floor.

“Keep going, baby,” Yunho licked his fingers before pushing your knees apart, slapping your inner thigh before planting his fingers onto your clit again “, don’t fucking stop until I say so” Yunho grunted through his gritted teeth, pushing down on your clit harder as your hips roll against them again.

“Oh fuuuuck- Yunhommmhph ohmygod yesyesyes” One hand slammed onto the mattress, gripping the bedsheet with all your might as the other slapped onto Yunho’s shoulder, nails digging into his skin as your eyes shut close.

“That’s right, keep going,” Yunho kept his hand in place steadily as he fumbled with his belt, slinging it off like it was nothing before pushing his jeans down along with his boxers which had a stain from his leaking pre-cum “, I can’t wait to fucking taste you”.

Your clit grew even more sensitive the more Yunho’s fingers touched and rolled against it, causing your vision to frame with murky blindness as your abdomen tensed with each spark of nerve balling into one big firework ready to combust. Breathing was almost difficult as you were growing tired but still concentrated to reach your climax.

“Hhhhhuh- fuck! Mhmmmphhh fuckfuckfuck” The way your body convulsed and your thighs trembled only made Yunho pump himself faster with his smear of pre-cum as nerves exploded left and right, glimmering throughout your entire body.

“Did I say stop?” Yunho growled, pushing your back flat against the bed when you slowed down your grinding before easily digging two of his fingers into your gushing wet pussy. 

“Jesus fuck, Yunho- oh fuck” You lurched forward the moment Yunho palmed your clit while pumping his fingers deep inside you. 

It was the most beautiful thing you’ve ever seen. The way Yunho’s arm flexed and veins bulged prominently with every pump only made a staggering breathy moan fall from your lips.

“You probably fuck yourself with your fingers like this too, huh?” Yunho leaned back down, pushing your hair out of your face before cupping your cheek for a long breath-taking kiss.

“Every night” You whined against his lips, broken bits of moans leaving your mouth every now and then as you weren’t given time to recover from your first orgasm before Yunho’s palm was rubbing on your clit.

“And are your hands as good as mine, baby?,” Yunho crawled between your legs with his fingers still buried deep in you, pushing your legs further apart, earning a lewd moan from you “, I don’t think so”.

“Please, just fuck me, Yunho” 

“I love the way you say my name” Another gasp was taken when Yunho slipped his fingers out of your hole, diving headfirst between your legs before flattening his tongue against your dripping wet pussy and sliding his tongue up to your clit, sucking on it only to make your thighs convulse from the pleasure of his warm breath surfacing your lower region.

“Yunho, I fucking need you” You’ve had enough, lurching forward and slinging an arm around his neck, you kiss him harshly before flipping him onto his back with your lips still on him.

Your wet cunt slides up and down Yunho’s throbbing cock, smearing your release and wetness all over his length before sinking down with a breathy moan. Fuck. He was so big.

“Oh fucking christ” It felt like forever before you finally sunk all the way down, too overwhelmed by his size to even move. That was until Yunho took the liberty too.

“You get needy, I’ll fucking give it to you” Yunho landed a hard spank on both your ass cheeks before cupping them with a squeeze, thrusting his hips up to send you lurching forward with your chest over his face.

“Fuck-” Your face scrunches in absolute pleasure as Yunho groans against your breasts, snapping his hips briskly into you. This was so much more than you ever expected, it felt like a dream. A dream you never wanted to wake up from.

The air was literally getting knocked out of your lungs with each hard thrust. You couldn’t sit straight on his dick any longer, face falling into the crook of Yunho’s neck as your hands grip the headboard with white knuckles. 

Yunho’s hands smoothed over your ass again before landing down another spank, making you whimper as you fill Yunho’s ear with your breathy moans. It was so much to take in, from the way his large hands cherished your body to the power of his hips pounding into you. 

“This is what you get for being so fucking needy, baby” Yunho lands another hard spank on your stinging red ass, kissing your shoulder as you struggle to take control over your body.

“F-Faster” Regret never washed over you so fast in your life.

“As you wish” Yunho grunted loudly against your chest as his thrusts quicken rapidly, making you hug his head to your chest as you were left with your mouth hanging wide open unable to make out any noise from the immense pleasure.

“Oh my god, yes, right there right there” Your moans turn into near squeals as Yunho held onto your waist, slamming his hips into you so fast you could mistake him for a trampoline.

“I want you to cum all over my cock like the bad girl you are” 

The familiar ball in your stomach floats again, this time heavier and denser as Yunho’s cock rolled in and out of your squelching wet cunt. Your moans were inaudible at this point, mouth left gaping as your walls clench tightly around Yunho’s cock, making him release a breathy moan against your chest.

“Ohmyygodd yesyesyes” Your head falls back as your eyes flutter half-opened, hand slamming against either side of Yunho’s head onto the pillow underneath him. 

Wet squelches fill the cold room as the ball in your stomach drops to the pit, breaking into a million pieces of sparking nerves the moment Yunho pulled a hand back up to your neck before flipping both of you over with your back on the mattress. The pressure on the side of your neck was enough to have you gushing out your release in seconds as Yunho cocked out hard thrusts into you.

Your hand flies up over Yunho’s on your neck, tracing over the small details as your lips part for a kiss. Yunho leaned down instantly, kissing you so lazy yet so passionately with his tongue lapping at yours. 

“Oh god, fuck yes-” Yunho harshly groaned against your lips before taking his hand off your throat, grabbing your breast as he leaned back up. You gasped once again at the emptiness when Yunho slide out of you, wrapping his other hand around his cock before milking himself ferally.

A staggered moan came from Yunho as his cum spewed all over your stomach, squeezing your breast before sliding over to your thighs. A faint coat of sweat glistens over Yunho’s forehead as he swiped his hair back with his fingers, jaw hanging as he watches the rest of his cum spill from his twitching cock. 

“Fuck, I’m sorry. I just really wanted to see y-” 

“It’s okay,” You cupped Yunho’s cheek, his face was hot, and so was yours. His eyes definitely softened the moment he took a glance at you “, it’s okay”.

An unspoken silence casts over the two of you as Yunho fell beside you, completely forgetful of the mess he made on your stomach. That was until he took another glance down when you rubbed your leg against his, making him reach for a tissue on your nightstand before wiping your stomach.

“I meant it, you know?” Yunho’s dark honey-glazed eyes cast over yours as he offers a small comforting smile.

“Meant what?”

“I’ve been waiting for you.”

Some of the boys move to interrupt me, but I thrust up a palm, “No, please let me finish. I know I don’t really have the right to make judgements about you guys, but I have seen some misogynistic behavior from your frat. So, I feel like it’s not that far-fetched for me to think that you’re probably playing me.”

“Messy gymnast behavior? What’s that?” Jungkook whispers to Hoseok who just shrugs, looking equally as baffled.

“Misogynistic, Kook, not messy gymnast,” Namjoon pinches his nose in frustration, “It means prejudiced against women.”

Seokjin and Jimin descend into fits of laughter. Hoseok still looks mildly perplexed, and Yoongi takes a large sip of soju from a bottle he procured from god knows where within the last few minutes.

Covering his face, Jungkook dives behind Jin in hopes of further hiding his embarrassment.

“I think I know what she’s talking about.”

The room quiets at Taehyung’s interjection. He reluctantly sits up from his relaxed position on his bed and explains, “When we met at our party last semester, she found out about our old pledge tradition.”

“Oh, damn,” Jimin sighs, “So that’s why you motioned to remove it from the chapter’s history at the last meeting.”

“Yeah,” Tae looks me in the eyes, “We voted removed it, (y/n) ... A little too late though, it seems.”

Jungkook peeks his head out from behind Jin’s shoulder, “We’re sorry, noona.”

Trying not to internally melt in response at the youngest’s display of classic puppy-dog eyes, I slump against the wall and slide into a sitting position on the floor. “Look, I’m not going to say that ‘it’s okay’ because it’s not. But I do appreciate that you removed it.”

The boys hang their heads, looking properly chastised.

“That’s fair,” Namjoon finally says quietly, “We know as a frat we fucked up. We’re not perfect. We make a lot of mistakes. But we’re trying to get back to being respectable and move on from here.”

“We’re trying to get back your respect,” Yoongi rubs the back of his neck, looking at me with wide eyes and more attentiveness than I’ve ever seen from him.

“But that’s the other thing,” I look away, pulling at a random thread fraying off of the sleeve of my sweatshirt, “Why does it matter so much that I respect you? Why are you all so invested in me all of a sudden? In all honesty, I haven’t said more than two words in conversation to half of you.”

“Yeah, that doesn’t really matter,” Namjoon shrugs, shifting to lean casually against the wall.

My eyes narrow, “How can it not matter?”

“Because we date as a group, (y/n)-noona,” Jimin smiles down at me from his perch on Taehyung’s bed, all squishy cheeks and crinkled eyes, “Tae thought we’d all like you, and then Jungkookie and Joon-hyung agreed and—”

Hoseok excitedly chimes in, arms swinging wildly, “And finding someone who we all like hasn’t happened in so long, and I’m so happy!”

“Yah, Hobi!” Jin reaches over Jungkook to shove the bouncing boy, “We’re supposed to be playing it cool. We have to woo her.” He winks and blows me a kiss.

Instinctively, I swat it away and then giggle at Seokjin’s indignant gasp.

“I take it back! She’s mean!” Launching into a passionate rant complete with head shaking and wild eyes, Jin continues, “Consider that kiss null and void. I have never been so insulted in my entire life, you know!”

Tears stream down my cheeks as I collapse from laughing alongside the rest of the boys. Namjoon’s dimples are out in full force as he drawls, “Hyung, that’s what you said yesterday when I beat you in Overwatch.”

Seokjin splutters over the now-renewed laughter of his younger brothers, “I thought I told you to never speak of that again!”

Trailing off in mumbles of how he needs new friends and how disrespected he is as an elder, Jin resorts to pouting in the corner.

“You’ll have to excuse Seokjin-hyung, (y/n),” Taehyung smirks at me with raised eyebrows, “He’s skated by solely on his looks up until now.”

Seokjin’s pouting intensifies.

“He is handsome,” I instinctively respond, fully focused on the beauty of Jin’s pouty lips. And when those lips break into a huge grin, I cringe at my lapse in judgement for the thousandth time that night.

“My faith in humanity has been restored!” Jin ambles back to his original spot next to Jungkook and thrusts a paper heart that he apparently had been carrying on his person for quite some time in my direction.

“Hyung,” Hoseok eyes Seokjin with a concerned frown, “Where did you even get that from?”

“That’s one secret I’ll never tell.” Jin barely finishes that sentence before a flurry of pillows, water bottles, and other miscellaneous items are thrown at him from all angles.

“I thought we agreed no more quoting Gossip Girl, Jin-hyung!” Jimin cries as he continues to hit Jin with a pillow from Tae’s bed.

Miraculously still even able to speak under the assault from the other boys, Jin replies with complete sincerity, “XOXO.”

Chaos reigns.

Watching all seven of them in - presumably - their most natural state, I sigh in amusement, “Y’all are too much.”

Somehow the boys hear me, because they all turn to face me once more with various expressions of playfulness and mirth. Jin still lies under the pile of them laughing slightly as they slowly shift off of him.

“Nah, I think we might be just enough for you, noona,” Jungkook pipes up as he plops down on the edge of Taehyung’s bed.

“Yeah? And how do you know that?” A sudden thought occurs to me, “Wait, why do you all even date one person anyway? Don’t you realize like half the campus is in love with each of you?”

“You’re included in that half, right?” Taehyung grins and then shrinks under my withering glare, “I mean, it’s a long story?”

“Oh, hold on,” I check my wrist, which noticeably has no watch, “Mhm, that’s right. It’s story time.”

Jimin snorts and then burrows under the covers in mortification.

“Cute,” Hoseok sighs, staring at me, “I want to keep you.”

And there’s something about having Jung Hoseok’s full attention and adoration that brings me to peak devastation. I pull my hood up over my head and burrow into my sweatshirt.

“Aw!” Various yells rebound around the room. I flip them all off.

“Hobi,” Yoongi teases, “I think she likes you.”

I peek out of the safety of my sweatshirt to eviscerate him with my eyes, but Yoongi just raises one brow coolly and calls me out, “Well, am I wrong, jagi?”

All eyes are on me, and the room is suddenly so quiet that all I can hear is the muffled party downstairs and the beating of my heart.

“... I want my lawyer,” I finally declare, re-emerging from the depths of my sweatshirt and crossing my arms.

“Oh, come on, noona!” Jimin shuffles across the room and kneels in front of me, causing me to descend into a panic, “You like Hoseok-hyung, right? Well, what about me? Do you like me?”

Jimin peers down at me, pink hair tussled and eyes shining. How could I ever say no to that beautiful face? That angelic human?

Must.

Deflect.

“I’ll answer your question if you answer mine. Why do you all date the same person when each of you could have anyone you want?”

Jimin deflates and sits back on his heels, frowning at my non-answer.

“But we do already date everyone we want,” Hoseok cuts in, giggling, “Well, almost.”

They’re already dating people? My mind wracks through all my knowledge of the seven boys sitting before me, but no evidence of them dating anyone pops up. “Wait, I’m confused. Who are you all dating then?”

I can’t help but feel like I’m on the outside of an inside joke as the boys all exchange looks that are all too smug for my liking.

“Seems like we did a good job, boys,” Namjoon chuckles, “People on this campus are pretty oblivious.”

“Nah,” Yoongi shakes his head, “They just choose not to see it. They want us all to be fully available.”

The lightbulb finally flickers on in my mind.

“Oh my sweet baby Jesus,” I whisper, “You’re all dating each other, aren’t you?”

Various nods answer that question. Jin, of course, being Jin, wipes an imaginary tear from his eye as he dramatically laments, “And she’s smart, too? How did we get so lucky, boys?”

“Yoongi,” I say calmly, “Please pass me that soju before I commit murder in this very room.”

Without a word, Yoongi hands me the bottle before settling down in the space next to me against the wall.

Suddenly hyperaware of my positioning, I realize I’m sitting in between Jimin and Yoongi. Jungkook, Taehyung and Hobi now sit together on Tae’s bed, while Jin remains on the floor surrounded by various pillows and debris.

Namjoon is still leaning against the opposite wall, looking way too intimidating and perfect that I’m forced to look away.

That is, until he starts to speak. “(y/n), the seven of us have always been close. We grew up together; and, somehow, we just work as a unit. We work together. It may seem odd or untraditional. Maybe it is. But, it’s who we are. And it’s how we love.”

Namjoon continues, “We don't want to lose what we have together, this dynamic we've spent so long building. But, we’ve been feeling like something has been missing from our relationship lately. We’ve been looking for someone to help complete us.”

“And you think that person is me?” I suck in a jagged breath, “You really want to share me? Do you know how crazy that sounds?”

"There are crazier things," Yoongi shrugs, taking back the bottle of soju from my grasp, "Like how Namjoon has an IQ of 148 but can't seem to live one day without breaking something."

Namjoon, looking affronted, opens and closes his mouth, but ultimately settles on just smiling bashfully. My heart almost explodes at such a display of cuteness.

"It's really not that crazy, (y/n)," Taehyung interrupts my internal fawning, "You seem like a girl who’s intimidated by no one and nothing. We really, really like that. And we figured since you kissed me and Jungkook that you might be interested.”

Embarrassment washes over me. I steal back the soju from Yoongi, who just smirks knowingly.

“Besides, polyamory is actually more common than you think,” Hobi smiles in that pretty heart-shaped way of his.

He has a valid point. Who am I to be the judge of what love looks like? Who am I to criticize these boys who clearly love each other and just want one more person to love? Who am I to deny myself the opportunity to be loved by seven people?

“Can I think about it?" I ask, still fighting the inevitable for whatever reason, "I'm not saying 'no’. I just need a bit of time to think it over."

"Take all the time you need, baby," Namjoon murmurs, looking like I just handed him the keys to the entire world.

"No,” Jimin groans, burrowing his head in the crook of my shoulder, “Please, please, please don't take all the time you need, (y/n)-noona! I can’t wait that long!”

I reach up to stroke my fingers through his pink hair in an attempt to soothe the poor angel.

“Do we have permission to continue to woo you during this ‘thinking’ period?” Jin inquires, casting a look of jealousy at Jimin who is now nestled even further into me.

“Continue?” I ask, “When did you start?”

“Yah!” Seokjin exclaims, “Why does she keep roasting me?”

“I think it’s hot,” Jungkook grins at me with stars in his eyes.

“That’s because you’re a masochist, Kook,” Taehyung cackles from his perch on the bed.

“Ah, hyung!” Jungkook jumps on Taehyung in an effort to silence him, “She doesn’t need to know that yet!”

“I mean, it is pretty obvious,” I pause dramatically, dropping the pitch of my voice, “Baby boy.”

Jungkook yelps and takes off out of the room.

“Shit, was that too much?” I ask, staring at the door thrown open in Jungkook’s wake.

“No,” Tae replies, still laughing, “I think he just needs a second to calm down. I’ll go see where he went.”

Taehyung gets up from the bed and shuffles out the door in search of Jungkook. The open door allows for more sounds from the party to seep into the room.

Namjoon sighs, “I should probably check on what’s happening down there, shouldn’t I?”

“Good luck, man,” Yoongi tears the soju back out of my hand and lifts it up in cheers to Namjoon. Chuckling, Namjoon ambles over to where Yoongi, Jimin and I are crowded together and grabs the soju.

After taking a long sip, he crouches down in front of me and grasps the hand that remains unoccupied by Jimin. Bringing it to his lips, Namjoon places the lightest kiss on my knuckles. “I’m so happy you showed up tonight, baby. I can only hope that my future holds more of you in any way you choose to give me.”

Pressing his lips to my palm this time, Namjoon smiles in that completely devastating way of his and then saunters out of the room. Still gaping, I realize I never even got to say a word to him in response.

“You are so whipped for him already, jagi,” Yoongi says lowly, lips brushing my ear.

I blink. My senses are on overload. Jimin is still curled into my side, with my hand stroking his hair and his lips accidentally grazing the skin of my collarbone every so often. Now, Yoongi is closer than ever. I can feel his breath against my neck and his stare focused on my lips. Meanwhile, Hobi and Jin are slowly but surely shuffling closer to where the three of us are bunched together.

“So what if I am?” I finally answer, “Aren’t you all whipped for him, too?”

“Oh, you have no idea,” Jimin mumbles into my shoulder.

My mind explodes.

“She’s not ready for that yet, Jiminie,” Jin giggles, “I’m pretty sure she’s still half convinced I worship Satan in the basement.”

“Well, I wasn’t before, but now I am,” I jokingly eye Seokjin up and down with an amused smile.

He grins back at me. I melt. And he knows it.

“Can I kiss you?” Jin asks, the slightest smirk curving his lips, a look of hunger burning in his gaze, like he could just eat me up, “Please?”

I swallow and his eyes latch onto the movement of my throat.

Before I can reconsider, I remove myself from my sitting position against the wall, much to Jimin and Yoongi’s dismay, and straddle Jin’s lap, immediately capturing his lips with my own.

The effect is instantaneous. Various groans echo around me as Jin smiles against my mouth. His hands find their way under my sweatshirt and squeeze my hips, dragging my body even closer against his.

The way Jin kisses is life-ruining in its unhurried, yet passionate deliberateness. He kisses me like he’s claiming me, and the possessiveness of his actions send a ripple of excitement through my body. Releasing my mouth, he works his way down the length of my exposed neck, and I gasp in response.

Suddenly, I feel another pair of hands twine around my body from behind as Hobi pleads into my ear, “Can I kiss you, too, (y/n)?”

I nod wordlessly, wondering what I did in my past life to deserve such affection in this one.

“No fair,” I vaguely hear Jimin pouting, “I want to kiss noona.”

“We’ll have our turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi’s voice causes a shudder of anticipation to race down my spine.

“Oh, she likes that idea,” Jin laughs, obviously having felt the tremor that shot though me in response to Yoongi’s suggestion, “Come get a taste.”

“Only if that’s what she really wants,” Yoongi says, meeting my eyes, “Don’t feel pressured to do anything you don’t feel comfortable with, kitten.”

“Kitten?” I growl, eyes narrowed sharply in his direction.

“Yep,” Yoongi’s answering smirk is slow and antagonizing, “All cute and cuddly with a hint of claws.”

“I’ll show you claws,” I say darkly, getting up, “Stand up.”

Yoongi’s eyebrows raise in surprise, “Why?”

“I won’t ask again,” I move closer to him and Jimin.

Yoongi pulls himself to his feet, acting like it was the most physical activity he’d ever done.

When he’s finally done with the dramatics, I move closer until he’s backed right up against the wall, “Min Yoongi, I’m going to shut you up now.”

His breath stutters as I slowly move my mouth closer to his. “Please do—” I cut him off.

Kissing Yoongi is just as intoxicating as kissing Jin, but in a different way. Yoongi tastes like soju and spearmint. His body melts under my touch, completely fine with letting me lead. An idea springs to mind and I slide my hand into his hair and tug lightly. He jolts with a moan.

Bingo. I smirk before kissing him deeper. My other hand winds around him to scratch my nails down his back. This time, I’m awarded with a small whine.

The fact that I’m wrecking this boy is simultaneously wrecking me. That impact doubles when I feel a small hand begin to wind its way up my calf towards my thigh. Tearing my mouth away from Yoongi, I open my eyes to see Jimin smiling up at me, “Can you kiss me like that, too, (y/n)-noona?”

“Why couldn’t you wait your turn, Jiminie,” Yoongi sulks adorably, sensing that my resolve against any request from Jimin was nonexistent.

“Well, aren’t you supposed to be showing me the perks of dating multiple people?” I joke, “Jin and Hobi just shared. Can’t you two?”

Jimin springs up off the floor faster than anyone I’ve ever seen, “Yes! We can share!”

“Good,” I reply, turning in Yoongi’s arms so that my back is pressed against him. He hisses in a breath. “Come here, Jiminie,” I open my arms to the eager boy who all but leaps into them.

“You’re so beautiful, noona,” Jimin sighs, pupils dilated, tongue darting out to lick his bottom lip.

“So are you, baby,” I sigh, bringing a hand up to brush his cheek fondly, “So are you.”

I kiss Jimin gently, treasuring the feel of his plump lips against my own. I trace the tip of my tongue over his bottom lip and his mouth opens in a silent gasp. I use the chance to slip my tongue inside to twine with his.

Through my thoroughly fucked-out haze, I feel Yoongi’s hands settle onto my hips, grinding me slowly against his crotch. I moan into Jimin as Yoongi’s mouth sucks on the side of my neck, surely for the sole reason of marking me.

“Well, shit, JK,” Taehyung’s voice shatters the bubble of pleasure I had been residing within in the middle of four beautiful men. My eyes flutter open to take in the sight of Taehyung holding a box of pizza and a case of beer, with Jungkook right behind him. “Looks like the party started without us.”

a/n: oops, another slight cliff-hanger? *laughs evilly*

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“Hey! Hey, you can’t sleep here.” A hand shook Eunha’s shoulder. In her intoxicated state, Eunha felt like she was being sloshed around in a washing machine. Her head spun and her vision swam as Eunha opened her eyes a little bit, trying to see who was hovering above her. All she could make out was a silhouette of a woman. “Huh?” Zim mumbled in confusion. “People are waiting in line for the bathroom. C’mon, sweetheart, let’s go get some air.” The voice consoled. Drunkenly, Zim nodded her head and started to raise herself to her feet. The kind stranger wrapped an arm around Zim’s waist to support her, heaving her out of the bathroom and back into the party. Blurred visions of the party around them danced in front of Eunha’s vision as she allowed the stranger to lead her out onto the back balcony. The cool air made Eunha feel a little less nauseous. “Here, let’s sit you down.” The woman suggested. Eunha blinked a few times, trying to focus on her face properly. Something about the woman was so familiar...

“Wait… are you Jessi?” Eunha asked, her eyes wide. The soloist gave a small smile. “You’re Zim, right? From that new rookie group?” Zim looked at Jessi with wide eyes, nodding her head. She would have spoken, but the fact that Jessi knew her name was overwhelming. If she opened her mouth again, she was afraid more vomit would come out. “Yeah, I thought I recognized you.” Jessi sat next to Eunha, wrapping her arms over her knees. “What the hell are you doing here?” Eunha looked across the horizon, just able to make out the point where the city met the sky. 

“Being an idol is harder than I thought. Just needed some fun.” Eunha shrugged, a little bashfully. “Did you come here alone?” Jessi asked, concern lacing every word. “Yeah. It’s not my friend’s scene.” “Shouldn’t be yours either.” Jessi shook her head. “Not to scare you, but you’re lucky I found you and not some pervert. You gotta be careful, even at a party like this.” 

Eunha bowed her head. She’s heard that warning so many times from teachers and parents that they grew to be just that. A warning. Nothing serious, nothing real. Now she realized that the only thing separating her from being a statistic was Jessica Ho. 

“You don’t party much, do you?” The soloist wondered aloud, holding Eunha under an analyzing gaze. “During my trainee days I would drink sometimes, but not a whole lot… Calories, you know?” Eunha chuckled, a slightly sad undertone slipping into her drunken words. Jessi seemed to understand, nodding her head and humming in sad agreement. “Are you okay? Like, I know we just met, but you seem to be going through some shit.” Jessi queried, leaning back on her palms. Eunha hesitated. Even though she was beyond drunk, she still wasn’t sure if Jessi would appreciate the emotional dump she was about to release. She licked her lips, trying to plan out her words before speaking. “Can I tell you something?” Eunha asked, hoping this would preface whatever was going to come out of her mouth next. “Of course.” Jessi nodded.

“Not really. They don’t check papers and tags and backgrounds. We probably won’t even be wearing our collars so no one else will know. You’ve been here for over a month so no one will question whether Taeyong owns you or not.” Ten sets the magazine back on the coffee table. “Honestly, it’s just because we’re Taeyong’s hybrids that we’re posing. If he didn’t have any, they’d rent him one for a couple weeks.”

Eunmi frowns. “That sounds terrible.”

“Yeah. It is. The “renters” get all the money. The hybrids get nothing. It’s honestly pretty disgusting. The hybrids don’t even get to keep things that the models or companies give them. The “renters” take it all.”

“And that’s legal? Like renting human beings is legal?”

Ten shrugs. “The hybrids are supposedly there willingly so it’s similar to an escort service. And I suppose it isn’t the worst life to live. They always have food and a roof over their head. Sometimes that roof is luxurious, other times it’s not. They’re kept healthy so they look nice for photos.”

Shaking her head, Eunmi pulls her knees to her chest. “I couldn’t do it. Not knowing what type of human I’d be rented to. Being rented to humans at all, actually.”

“I couldn’t either. Taeyong is the only human that I trust, even after all these years.”

Eunmi hums. “So what all does this posing involve?”

“They’ll do our hair, our makeup, give us clothes and jewelry to wear, take some photos and that’s it. It’s a lot of chaos, but our part is relatively simple.”

“Me being in the middle of chaos doesn’t seem like the best idea.”

Nodding, Ten slides over to sit next to her, his hand finding her ears and rubbing. “You don’t have to do it. It will be a lot and I don’t want to overwhelm you.”

“I want to do it. I’ve been feeling good lately. I want to try and see what happens.”

“Okay. You can leave the moment that you’re uncomfortable.”

Eunmi nods. “Okay. I’ll keep that in mind.”

That’s how Eunmi finds herself being dolled up by a makeup artist and hairstylist. A stylist was off to the side picking out an outfit for Eunmi to wear out of a rack of clothes that looked more expensive than her life. 

Eunmi fidgets as the makeup artist steps away to grab something.

“Please stop moving,” the hairstylist says, a glare on her face. “This is already hard enough.”

“Sorry,” Eunmi murmurs, sitting as still as possible.

“Go easy on her, Somin. It’s her first photoshoot,” the makeup artist says.

Somin scoffs. “She shouldn’t be here. Neither of these hybrids should.”

“Somin!”

“I’m saying what everyone is thinking. It’s disgusting that the company wants us to deal with these creatures.”

“Speak for yourself! Hybrids are beautiful creatures and deserve just as much attention as human models.”

Somin shoves her brush and hairspray into the makeup artist’s hands. “You do her hair then. I can’t even do anything good because of those stupid ears.”

Eunmi shrinks down in her seat, covering her ears, her cat ones, with her hands. Somin was the type of human she usually avoided but she couldn’t this time because of this stupid photoshoot. 

Seeing movement somewhere above her, Eunmi looks up. The makeup artist is speaking and gesturing to her, but Eunmi can’t hear her. She’s so lost in her own head that the real world has lost all meaning.

She watches, blankly, as the woman steps away, a panicked look her face.

When she returns, she has Taeyong and Ten in tow along with an annoyed looking older man. Ten immediately kneels in front of her, speaking to her, but hse can’t make out anything that he’s saying.

The next thing Eunmi remembers is sitting on the couch in Taeyong and Ten’s apartment.

Looking around, her brows furrow in confusion. How did she get home? And where was-

“Ten!” she exclaims, running up to the other hybrid as he enters the room.

“Eunmi!” He immediately envelops her in a hug. “You’re okay! Taeyong and I were so worried! You weren’t responding and you just looked so blank and Kun said it was okay and that you would come back but it didn’t seem like it and-”

“Kun?” Eunmi questions. “Dr. Qian was here?”

Ten nods. “He said something about disassociating or something?”

“How did I get home, Ten? I don’t remember.”

Ten steps back, looking concerned now with a frown on his face. “Taeyong and I brought you home, Eunmi. You don’t remember?”

Eunmi whines, shaking her head. “I don’t remember any of it, Ten. What’s wrong with me?”

Ten’s arms back around her immediately. “Shh. Relax for me, please. Kun said that you might not remember certain things and that it was normal for what was happening to you.”

“I’m broken,” Eunmi whispers. 

Ten lifts her chin. “You’re not broken, Mi. You’ve dealt with a lot and this sort of stuff is a natural response to the amount of trauma you’ve been through.”

“Did you go through any of this?”

“The disassociating? No. But I had many panic attacks in the beginning.”

Eunmi looks up at him. “How did you overcome it?”

“I still deal with it,” Ten tells her. “I go to a psychiatrist whenever things start to spiral. It’s a lifelong process. You can get better at dealing with it, but it never truly disappears.”

Frowning, Eumni asks, “How do you trust a human with, like, everything?”

Ten smiles. “It was hard. Especially since I couldn’t keep an eye on him at all times. But he’s really nice and he didn’t push. He let me reveal things at my own pace.”

“Do you-” Eunmi considers her question for a moment. “Do you think something like that would be good for me?”

“Yes. I would say so. But when you feel comfortable. Don’t push yourself too much. You have to get outside your comfort zone, but don’t throw yourself into the deep end with no way back to safety.”

Nodding, Eunmi steps back. “Thank you. Not just for that, but for everything. You’ve helped me so much over the past month.”

“It’s what any being with a heart would do.”

“Still. Thank you.”

“You can thank me by getting better.”

Eunmi’s smile is bright. “Definitely.”

Eunmi’s first therapy session was nothing like what she thought it would be. She expected to lay down on a couch as some old man analyzed every word that came out of her mouth. 

Instead, she sat in an extremely comfortable chair across from the psychiatrist named Dr. Kim, though he had told her to call him Dongyoung. 

The first question out of his mouth wasn’t some weird push into her subconscious.

It was simply, “How has your day been?”

From there, things were even weirder.

There were no in-depth questions pushing her to reveal everything. The questions were soft like what her favorite hobbies were, where her favorite places to nap were. Things most people didn’t care about. 

It felt good to talk about mundane things with someone that wasn’t with her every moment of the day. She had ranted about Ten taking arguably the best spot to nap, which was under the window in Taeyong’s room, and Dongyoung had simply chuckled. He didn’t scold her for acting like a child or sneer at her. 

“Um,” Eunmi pauses at the door as she’s about to leave the session. “What exactly was… this?”

Dongyoung smiles. “Trust is important, Eunmi. If I force you to open up, it’ll send you back ten steps. You need to reveal what is troubling you in your own time. Until then, we will talk about the things Ten does to annoy you.”

Her face scrunches. “I thought therapists were supposed to try to get to the root of things quickly.”

“Sometimes. Other times, we have a notion of what’s wrong and simply have to let our patient tell us.”

Eunmi nods. “Okay. So, next week?”

“Next week,” Dongyoung agrees. “Try to have a good week, okay?”

“I’ll try.”

In the month she had been seeing Dongyoung, she had had 2 dissociation episodes, each caused by a rude human in some sort of setting. The latest one had actually been on her way into Dongyoung’s office for her weekly session. She had bumped into a businessman and spilled his coffee which he yelled and ranted about until she just shut down. She didn’t remember going up to Dongyoung’s office or even the first half of the session. When she came to, Dongyoung was scribbling something down in his notes as she cuddled with a stuffed animal.

“Welcome back,” he had said and smiled. “You were just telling me that you loved soft things a lot.”

He hadn’t treated her like she was insane. He had been worried and expressed his concern then talked through the encounter with her, but not once had he made it seem like there was something wrong with her.

Ten and Taeyong tried to be calm about everything, but when she had shut down during a shopping trip, they had immediately called Dongyoung to figure out how to fix her. It had hurt after she came back to hear it being called “fixing” like there was something broken inside her. She didn’t feel broken. She felt happy. 

They had apologized when she had mentioned it and had assured her that that wasn’t what they meant, but there was still a little nugget in the back of her mind saying that that was exactly what they meant.

Apart from all of that, Jisung and Donghyuk had come to visit again. As promised, Eunmi plays hide and attack with Donghyuk with Jisung and Ten joining in. It was chaotic, to say the least.

“Okay so Jisung will be it first,” Donghyuk states, with a grin.

“Why me?” Jisung whines. “I’m always first.”

“Because you’re the youngest,” Ten offers.

Donghyuk scoffs. “We all know it’s because he’s the only dog.”

Rolling his eyes, Ten shoves the younger boy. “You could at least try to be nice.”

“Nice? What is that?”

Eunmi giggles. “I can go first if you want, Jisung-ah.”

Jisung immediately shakes his head. “No. I’ll go first, noona. It’s okay.”

“Suck-up,” Donghyuk says. “Oh well. Let’s shift!”

Within moments, there are three cats and a dog all sitting in the middle of the living room.

“You know,” Johnny says as he comes to sit on the couch. “It’s kind of funny how tiny you cats are.”

Even in cat form, Donghyuk manages a deadly glare. 

While he’s distracted, Ten nudges her and motions to a box on it’s side that Donghyuk had brought with him specifically for the game. It was in shambles, certain parts barely holding on, but that was apparently what made it so good to use.

She and Ten dash over to it and hide inside, peering out the hole on the bottom. 

Donghyuk, noticing them in his box, lets out a loud complaining meow. 

“Should have been quicker, Hyuk-ah,” Johnny teases.

Donghyuk hisses then jumps when Jisung pounces down behind him. Turning abruptly, he swipes at Jisung’s muzzle making the dog back up.

Donghyuk’s tail whipping angrily catches Eunmi’s attention and her eyes zero in on it. Quietly stepping out of the box and around it, Eunmi lowers her body to the ground and prepares to pounce on the wiggling appendage. 

She’s in the air, halfway to the tail, when Donghyuk whips around. He smacks at her with his paw then pounces on her, sending her tumbling backwards. The two begin play fighting, Eunmi getting distracted by Donghyuk’s tail every few moments. 

In a moment where Donghyuk has her pinned, he’s pounced on and lets out a ‘mrow’ sound as he’s taken down. 

Ten holds him down and bites at his ears and neck. 

Sitting up, Eunmi watches as Donghyuk wiggles around before finally turning on his side and knocking Ten off his back. The two then roll around pawing and biting at one another for a while.

Eunmi, bored, stretches out on her stomach and lays her head on her paws.

Jisung plops down beside her and flops his head onto her back. His body curls around her and she ends up wrapped in a very warmth puppy shaped blanket.

Eunmi doesn’t even notice her eyes drooping as she dozes off.

She’s nudged awake what feels like moments later by a cold, wet nose which must be Donghyuk since Ten’s is usually dry.

Opening her eyes, Eunmi is confused at seeing Donghyuk laying on top of her curled up form, staring at her. He meows then snuggles into her, eyes slipping closed as he starts purring.

“You’re lucky that we’re here until Taeyong gets back later,” Eunmi hears Johnny says. 

There’s another meow from somewhere around the pile she’s in that sounds like Ten, but she really doesn’t have the space to look up to check. That dilemma is solved when Ten wriggles his way underneath her head and curls up with the majority of his body laying on Jisung’s flank and back legs.

A camera clicks above them and Eunmi internally huffs but can’t be bothered to express her dislike of the photography.

“Taeyong will love that one,” is the last thing Eunmi hears before she dozes off again.

It’s that weekend that everything implodes.

It was a calm Sunday with all three inhabitants lazing around the apartment. Taeyong was actually relaxing for once, flipping mindlessly through channels on the TV with Ten’s head in his lap. Eunmi, restless, was walking around, straightening things up.

She was dusting off some glass objects on the shelf underneath the TV when it happened.

She sneezed, knocking one of the knick-knacks off the shelf. She watches in horror as it drops onto the floor, shattering into a hundred pieces.

Tears gather in her eyes as she hears shouts. This was it. This was when Taeyong finally stopped pretending. She knew it was too good to be true. 

Unable to sit and wait for the inevitable punishment, Eunmi jumps up and rushes to her room, locking the door before dashing into the closet and hiding in the back of it.

Rocking back and forth, Eunmi tries to stave off the oncoming panic, nearly succeeding before she just goes blank. 

Staring at the blackness around her, she can vaguely hear someone banging on her bedroom door, but feels nothing about it. 

When she comes back up, she’s sitting on her bed, swaddled in a blanket with her arm in the grip of Dr. Qian who is cleaning a wound on her hand.

“What happened?” she murmurs.

Dr. Qian looks up at her and smiles. “Just a little accident.”

“Please.”

He sighs, looking back down at her hand as he continues gently cleaning it off. “You tried picking up the glass from the knick-knack and sliced up your hand. Nothing major, just looks bad because there’s so many cuts.”

Eunmi buries her head in her blanket. “When am I leaving?”

Dr. Qian’s head snaps up. “You’re not leaving, Eunmi. It was an accident. Taeyong knows that. Hell, Ten has broken more of those knick-knacks than I can count.”

“But Ten belongs to him. I don’t. I’m just a stray that they feel sorry for.”

Dr. Qian leans forward and, with his voice almost a whisper, says, “That’s not true, Eunmi-yah. They love you. You are no different from Ten in Taeyong’s eyes.”

Eunmi sniffles. “Those words sound nice, but I know they’re not true.”

“They are very true.”

Eunmi looks over towards the door and sees Taeyong standing there.

“Ten and I planned to do this in a much more special way, but I guess now is good enough,” Taeyong says, walking over. He sits on the bed beside Eunmi and rests a hand on her back. “I want to adopt you, Eunmi. I want you to have a permanent home here with Ten and I.”

Eunmi’s eyes water. “But I-”

“Ten has purposefully broken hundreds of those. It was an accident. An accident that even I could have had.”

“So you’re not mad?”

Taeyong shakes his head. “Not in the slightest.”

Eunmi looks unsure for a moment, her face scrunched up. “You want to keep me?”

“As long as you want to stay.”

A smile blooms on Eunmi’s face as tears roll down her cheeks.

“I want to stay forever.”

Six months into dating Min Yoongi and you were so fucking whipped for him that you might just say the dreaded “L” word.

Was it too soon to know? The majority of your friends sure thought so - Nia being the exception.

(“Wife him up, girl!”)

The majority of your friends also thought that Yoongi never outwardly showed how much he cared for you. But, you knew they just weren’t looking hard enough.

They weren’t looking at the way he linked his pinky with yours just to be connected to you. They weren’t looking at the way he always gave you his full and undivided attention no matter how trivial of a story you told. They weren’t looking at the way he flushed a light shade of pink whenever you complimented his music.

But you were looking. God, you were looking so hard you feared you might just melt under the intensity that was Min Yoongi.

Everything about Yoongi was intense: his aura, his focus, his ambition.

Everything about dating Yoongi was even more intense: his devotion, his affection, his possessive nature.

Everything about him was intense… Everything except one thing.

Sex.

And you were baffled.

Yoongi treated you like a queen, albeit a fragile one. He fucked you like you might break under him. He fucked you softly, sweetly.

You weren’t saying that the sex wasn’t good. He always made sure that you came multiple times with his fingers, his tongue, his cock. But it just wasn’t enough. It was like he was holding part of himself back from you. And you just wanted to know why.

Were you not attractive enough to evoke such fervor? Was he not into it? Oh lord, did he think you sucked at sex? You could pull out some receipts that said otherwise.

And, yet, the absolute worst part of it all was the fact that Yoongi’s reputation for being a dominant lover preceded him. You heard it from your friends, you heard it from the twitter-verse, you heard it from his friends… fuck, you’d even heard it from your damn T.A.

And yet, all Yoongi gave you was sweet, sweet vanilla.

And all you wanted was some damn rocky road.

The tipping point came earlier that night when you had overheard Yoongi and his friends talking about you…

“Aren’t you bored, Yoongi? What do you even do together? Make flashcards?”

That was one fucking time, you had glared accusingly at the wooden door that separated you from where Yoongi and his friends had been congregated in his tiny dorm room. Your ears had strained to catch Yoongi’s muttered response through the cacophony of laughter and had failed miserably.

When you had planned to surprise your boyfriend after your night class had been cancelled, you’d never thought that you would end up being the one caught off guard.

You hadn’t initially meant to eavesdrop on their conversation, but his friends had just been so loud and your curiosity had just gotten the best of you.

“She’s such a goody-goody… I bet she doesn’t let you get rough.”

That time you had heard Yoongi’s answer: “I just don’t know if she could handle it… (y/n) is the best thing that’s ever happened to me, and I don’t want to mess it up if I blow her back out and break her.”

You had heard enough. Turning on your heel, you had marched back down the dimly lit hallway towards the stairwell. 

“Couldn’t handle it. Couldn’t handle it?”

Now, you found yourself still seething hours later. Livid, but not without plans. You had already decided to take this matter into your own hands days earlier, but now your timeline had shifted. Oh, Min Yoongi would rue the day…

You smiled at your reflection in the mirror as you applied your blood red lipstick. Your phone long since silenced lit up for the umpteenth time that evening.

You were ignoring him. Was it petty? Yes. Was it strategic? Fuck yes.

You knew that Yoongi would be going to Seokjin’s birthday party tonight. The older boy had blackmailed Yoongi into going a few weeks ago by threatening to release an old demo that Yoongi had made in his early teens.

Suddenly, you were also going to make an appearance - a complete coincidence, of course.

Nia had convinced you that going with her to this party would drive Yoongi crazy, especially since you'd been ignoring him. But she also had an ulterior motive. Nia and Jimin had been hooking up on and off since you and Yoongi had gotten together; and, right now, they were very much in an 'on' phase.

You gave yourself one last glance over in the mirror and shrugged. The little black dress and heeled ankle boots would do. After all, it was really what was underneath that counted.

The new lingerie that you had impulse-ordered a few days ago after brainstorming ideas on how to make Yoongi lose his mind had arrived. The set that you settled on tonight might just achieve that goal - all black lace with garters and thigh highs.

It had put a nice dent in your wallet, but it would be well worth it if your boyfriend finally fucked you into next week.

Speaking of... your phone lit up yet again, this time with an incoming call. You were so tempted to pick up. Yoongi's voice was your favorite - all deep and raspy and teasing.

Your freshly manicured finger sent him to voicemail.

“(Y/n)!” Nia’s voice called from her bedroom adjacent to the bathroom you currently resided in, “Are you ready?”

“Yes, let’s do this.”

Fifteen minutes later, you walked through Jin’s front door. “Whoa,” Nia stopped short, making you bump into her.

“What?” You surveyed the crowded room. Then you spotted him. “Oh my god.”

Jin stood atop the coffee table wearing nothing but a pair of banana-printed shorts and a felt birthday cake hat. He was also dancing rather aggressively to “Birthday Cake” by Rihanna.

“Yah!” His attention suddenly fell on you and Nia, “Wel-come and put your name on it.”

You both gaped at the birthday boy who now was descending into a twerking fit while screaming the word ‘cake’ alongside Rihanna.

“Do you think it’s too late to turn back?” You whispered to Nia.

“He’s already seen us. We’re doomed,” Nia responded, her eyes still glued to Jin’s writhing form.

Laughing, you grabbed Nia’s wrist and tugged her towards the kitchen.

Suddenly, you felt eyes on you, on your body. You knew that Yoongi was here somewhere, and he’d seen you. It would be so easy to just go up to your boyfriend and smother him with kisses and affection like usual; but, that was not on the agenda. And so you forged forth without a backwards glance towards the living room where he must have been.

After fixing a drink and losing Nia quickly to Jimin, you were still steadfastly avoiding going back into the living room. Now, you were in a nice conversation with a boy named Jinyoung about the merits of being in Slytherin.

"Can I talk to you?" Yoongi pushed in between you and Jinyoung, effectively interrupting your rant over how Slytherin ambition can be used for good.

"Can it wait?" You spared your boyfriend a cursory glance before turning back to Jinyoung. Yoongi already looked thoroughly pissed off. Perfect. Suppressing a smile, you tried to reinstate your conversation with Jinyoung and pretend that Yoongi was not even there.

Yoongi let out a low growl before snapping, “No, it can't wait." He grabbed your hand and began to pull you down the narrow hallway. Your feigned protests fell on deaf ears as he continued to tug you along towards Jin's room. You waved in departure at an amused Jinyoung who just raised his glass in your direction.

Opening the door, Yoongi pushed you inside and slammed the door shut behind him. Crossing his arms across his chest, Yoongi pinned you with his stare. “Are you mad at me?" His question came with an accompanying head tilt and eyebrow raise.

“No. What makes you say that?” You reveled in the scoff he made in response.

Yoongi stalked towards where you stood at the foot of Jin’s bed. “You haven’t answered my texts or calls. You haven’t acknowledged me all night. You even walked right by me earlier in the living room, baby. So help me out, because I’m a little confused.”

“Join the club.”

“What was that?” His narrowed eyes spat fire in your direction. The words you had mumbled under your breath were obviously not as subtle as you thought.

“Nothing, baby.” You smiled innocently despite your boyfriend’s growing fury. “I just didn’t see you or your texts earlier.”

Yoongi’s jaw clenched. “Bullshit.”

“Yoongi, drop it.”

“No, I won’t drop it, (y/n)! You’re obviously mad at something I did.”

“I’m not!”

“Oh my god. You’re fucking furious.”

“I’m not mad, okay? God, I am so tired of you parading around like you know every damn thing about me. Well, guess what: you don’t, Min Yoongi!”

Your boyfriend’s eyebrows had practically disappeared under the fringe of his hair during your outburst. His eyes were comically wide as you continued.

“You think I’m so fucking breakable? Newsflash, buddy, I’ve been someone else’s sub before! But you wouldn’t know that, would you? You wouldn’t even know the first thing about what I like in bed. And you know why? Because you’ve never asked!”

Yoongi no longer looked shellshocked. No. Now, he just looked downright agitated. “Baby, calm down.”

This little shit right here…

“Oh no, you don’t get to tell me to calm down! Not when you’ve been going around telling everyone and their mother that you fuck me like I’m fragile. And, meanwhile, I’m over here being bombarded with people ranting and raving about how rough you are in bed! Well, if you’re so rough and ready then why the fuck am I still getting this sweet vanilla shit? Am I not attractive enough for you, is that it?”

“Kitten, I’d really advise you to stop talking.” The new nickname flew right over your head as you spared a glance in his direction and swallowed. His expression was thunderous. Too bad you were too far into your rant to turn back now.

“I must be really fucking boring to you if you won’t even consider spicing things up with me! Am I not pleasing enough for you to want your fucking mark on my body? Is that it? Or are you just tired of me in general?“

“You’re playing a very dangerous game here, (y/n)…” Yoongi cupped your chin in his hand tightly and drew your face up to his. You gulped. You had never seen your boyfriend look so angry, so punishing, so hot. He continued, “I’ve told you before that I’d give you anything if you just asked for it. So, I just want you to think about what you’re asking for here.”

The words were out of your mouth before you could stop them. “I haven’t thought about anything else for fucking weeks! I even considered asking Sehyun for advice!”

“And who’s Sehyun?”

Oh, fuck. Fuck, fuck, fuck. You had not planned to mention your dominant ex-boyfriend as part of this conversation.

“(Y/n), I am going to ask you one more time… Who. Is. Sehyun?”

In your tiniest voice, you replied, “My ex who used to dom me.”

Yoongi hissed a breath in between his teeth. “So, you’re telling me that instead of coming to me with this, you thought about going to your fucking ex? Your old dom?”

This was not good. This was really not good.

“That’s not the point!”

“You’re right.” Yoongi suddenly sits on the edge of the bed and tugged me face down across his lap. “The point is that you’ve been bad. And bad girls get punished.”

It was honestly embarrassing how quickly you got wet after he uttered those words with you splayed out on top of him. Positioned like this, you felt vulnerable, totally at his mercy.

Yoongi rolled up the bottom of your dress. As you felt the cool air of the room brush your lace-covered ass and thighs, Yoongi sucked in a breath. You felt his gaze on you. “Kitten,” His voice came out deeper than you had ever heard it before, "Did you buy these for me?"

You shimmied your hips on his lap, craving any sort of friction. "Yes," you moaned as you felt Yoongi's fingers hook under one of your garters, before pulling and snapping it back onto the skin of your thigh. The accompanying sharp sting of pain only made you even more soaked - a fact that was not lost on Yoongi.

"You like that, don't you?" Yoongi repeats his actions on your other thigh before murmuring lowly, "Don't you, my little slut?"

You let out an involuntary moan at his filthy words, grinding into his dark jeans.

Smack. Yoongi slapped one of your cheeks, startling you with both the sound and the sting.

“I asked you a question.“ Yoongi's hand kneaded your ass, causing the prickling of pain to quickly turn to pleasure.

"I do! I do like it, daddy.” The title slipped out automatically, but judging by the way Yoongi's cock twitched underneath you, he didn't mind.

"Fuck yeah, kitten. Call me daddy.”

Yup, he really didn't mind.

"Now, I want you to count," Yoongi growled, hand squeezing you roughly before sliding your panties and thigh highs off to fully uncover your ass and thighs.

"Yes, daddy.” The anticipation, though brief, made your heart race.

"This is for ignoring my messages.” 

Smack. "One."

“This one is for ignoring me in person.”

Smack. "T-two."

”This is for lying to me."

Smack. "Three."

"This is for thinking you're not attractive enough for me."

Smack. "Four."

"This is for even considering that I might find you boring."

Smack. "F-five."

“Look at you,” Yoongi’s fingers suddenly ceased their kneading and drifted to your drenched pussy, “You’re fucking soaked, and you’re only halfway though your punishment.” His finger slid inside you fleetingly before sliding back out. Your back arched in search of contact - something, anything.

“This is for not saying you wanted my mark sooner."

Smack. “Si-ix.”

“Actually, kitten, I’m going to give you two for that one.”

Smack. “Mm, seven.” The heat from his smacks was spreading from your ass to your pussy, settling low in your belly.

”This is for mentioning that prick Sehyun."

Smack. "You don't even know h-" Smack. Smack.

“E-eight!”

"This is for being a brat and not coming to me with your issues."

Smack. “Nine.”

“This is for fucking dripping all over my jeans despite the fact that this was supposed to be a punishment.”

Smack. “Ten.”

You laid slack in his lap for a bit, pliant under his kneading hands.

“You did so well, kitten.” Yoongi cradled you in his arms, pulling you into an upright position before laying you down on the bed with your legs hanging off the side. “I’m going to fuck you so hard…” He groaned, burying his face against your breasts, lips seeking. “But first, I think you need a little reward after taking that punishment so well.”

You arched, needing his mouth.

“Let’s get these clothes off of you.” He pulled your dress over your head before quickly unhooking your bra from behind your back.

“Goddamn, you really do have the prettiest fucking nipples I’ve ever seen, kitten. I always wonder if I could make you cum just by sucking them. I bet I can…”

Your mind grew hazy when he finally turned his head and took one of your nipples between his lips, dragging his tongue over the sensitive bud. He sucked it into his mouth with a groan, and you couldn’t help but moan, “Yes, daddy!” Your body felt like it was burning; but, still, you wanted more.

He turned to your other nipple and muttered, “You taste so sweet, (y/n)...” Yoongi worshipped your other nipple with his mouth, his tongue, and even the slightest bite of teeth. After finally leaving that one as aching as the other, he pulled back to face you.

“Kitten, you’re so fucking sexy.” He hovered over you, taking his time kissing down your stomach, leaving marks in his wake. Intentionally skipping the place you need him most, Yoongi trailed kisses on the insides of your thighs. Finally, he was poised over the seam of your pussy.

“This,” his breath caressed your slit, “Belongs to me.” You squirmed, anxious with anticipation.

“Say it,” Yoongi growled, slapping your pussy lightly, “Say that this pretty pussy is all mine.”

“It’s yours. God, Yoongi, it’s yours. Please, daddy.” Your pleas burst from your mouth in an embarrassingly whiny tone.

And then it happened in a blink. His mouth was on you. His hot tongue swiped over your clit before drawing it into his mouth and sucking it.

As he devoured you, a growl sounded from his chest; and, the idea of finally, finally inspiring that kind of lust turned you on so fucking much.

“D-daddy, I’m going to c-come!” You were already coming undone with each skilled swipe of his tongue.

Yoongi pulled back. Honestly, you really should have seen that coming.

(Or should have seen yourself not coming for that matter.)

Before you could even attempt to slide your own hand down to where you needed it most, Yoongi pulled you up towards him. Your legs shook as you tried to find your balance, but he was too impatient for that evidently.

Yoongi picked you up, and you instinctively wrapped your legs around his slim waist.

Stumbling, you both crashed into the wall. His hips pressed firmly into yours, wanting you to feel him.

He rested his forehead against yours, and, breathing heavily, he said, "I can't believe you thought for one second that I didn't find you attractive." His hips ground into yours. You felt his hardness, his heat, his desire for you. "Does this feel like I'm not attracted to you, kitten? Can’t you tell how hard I am for you? Fuck, you just had me on my knees, facedown in your pussy... Don’t you know that you fucking own me?"

"Y-yoongi," You gasped for air, breathless from his admissions and his actions, "I know it now. You fucking own me, too."

His lips turned up at the corners before slamming down onto yours, kissing you as if you would disappear if he stopped. Your hand twined around his neck, lacing your fingers through the short strands of his hair and kissing him back with equal vigor.

He tasted so fucking good, like soju and strawberries. You sucked on his tongue, and he groaned. Yoongi’s fingers dug even deeper into the sensitive flesh of your upper thighs.

“Need to fuck you now,” He muttered into your mouth.

"You're gonna have to strip for that to happen, daddy,” You said, smirking as he set you down.

Smack. “I should have known you were a fucking brat,” he laughed.

You pouted in response as you watched your hot-as-sin boyfriend make quick work of his clothes. Your eyes drifted over the lean muscles of his body before settling on the hard length of his cock. What you wouldn’t give to take him in your mouth right now…

“No time for that,” Yoongi chuckled, noticing your attention and catching onto your train of thought, “Now be a good girl and bend over the bed.”

Well, since he asked so nicely.

You complied, bending over with a mix of excitement and arousal bubbling in your stomach. You could feel Yoongi standing over you. He snaked one hand around your body to thumb one of your nipples. His other hand ventured lower, and one of his fingers pumped inside your pussy.

He pinched your nipple. “Fuck, kitten, you’re so fucking wet for me.”

“Please, daddy. Please fuck me.” You groaned, arching into his finger as he pumped it in and out of you. “I need your cock.”

“Yeah? You want daddy’s cock?” Yoongi’s finger disappeared. In its place, you felt the crown of his cock slowly stroking your folds. “Then, you’ll get it.”

He slid into you with a deep groan, his hand twining into your hair.  He was so hard; his arousal only made you needier. He slowly began to slide in and out.You moved your hips to match his, wanting to feel his full-length reach deep inside you with every stroke.

His thrusts became faster and harder. “Good girl.” You could feel his gaze fixed between your legs. “I see you taking me.”

Still gripping your hair,  Yoongi pulled out and slammed back in, giving everything into each thrust and rocking you against the bed.

You buried your head into the duvet to muffle your moans. It took every muscle in you not to come.

"Fuck, (y/n),“ He groaned as he plunged into you. You backed up into him, trying to get him even deeper inside you. He lifted you onto all fours and the resulting angle was divine.

Your body started shaking. Subconsciously, one of your hands shimmied down your body to touch your clit, needing that final push.

Apparently, not on Yoongi’s watch.

He pulled one hand away from its grip on your hip and set it back down with a smack. Your right ass cheek stung fiercely. “I didn’t give you permission to touch yourself, kitten,” Yoongi growled, “That’s my job.”

And, with that, Yoongi pinched your clit and slammed into you. That was all it took to push you over the edge. “Ah, Yoongi!” You screamed into the comforter of the bed in hopes that it might muffle your exclamation.

“That’s right, kitten, milk daddy’s cock. Fuck yes,” Yoongi continued to pound into you through your own orgasm. His moans got louder as his thrusts grew sloppier until his hot cum poured into you.

Breathing heavily, he collapsed on top of you briefly before pulling out and falling to your side. You both continued to pant in your collapsed positions on the bed. You could hardly move.

You turned your head to the side to look at your boyfriend. His eyes were hooded, his hair a mess. “Round two?” You suggested with a smile.

Yoongi’s gummy smile made a brief appearance, “You’re going to kill me, (y/n).”

“No,” Jin’s voice came from the doorway, “I’m going to kill you both.”

You and Yoongi screamed as you scrambled to pull the comforter over your naked bodies.

“I can’t believe this,” the birthday boy continued, “You fucked in my room? In my bed? On my birthday? And I didn’t even get an invite?” His eyes were twitching murderously. “I’m the one who’s supposed to have birthday sex! Me, you peasants, me!”

You shot Yoongi a speculative look as Jin continued to rant.

“Really?” Your boyfriend groaned at your unspoken question, “Right now?”

“It’s his birthday!” You hissed, “Besides, I did show up without a present…”

Yoongi pondered it, “Fine, but I am so punishing you for this later. Fucking hell, how many more kinks do you have that I don’t know about?”

As Yoongi trailed off, muttering about masochism and threesomes, you stood. Clutching the blanket to your body, you walked over to where Jin had finally quieted down.

The boy eyed you suspiciously, “What?”

“You said you wanted an invite, Kim.” You dropped the blanket, “Consider the invitation sent.”

a/n: big yikes on how this turned out skskskss hope you liked it anyway despite the chaotic-ness that is this fic

Almost half of all hospitals had the equipment and resources produced by San’s father in use day and night. Fortunately enough, the company had decided to pair with your parent’s medical research and company. 

“Funny enough, I don’t see your face around often” 

“It’s pointless to just show my face at a party where I don’t have fun” San shoved his hands in the pockets of his pants, shuffling a bit in his spot before finally turning his face towards you. 

Now you could clearly see everything, and my, he was indeed a masterpiece. You were amazed at how he managed to slick back his hair without the look of heavy hair products glistening under the light. 

“So what made you show up to this one?” If there was any way possible that excused you from attending these parties, you’d take it in a heartbeat. 

“To see what the hype was all about, my father’s tried setting me up with many girls when I don’t go. So I figured if I showed up just once, he’d finally leave me alone” 

“And did he?”

“Why do you think I’m out here?” San smirked as he ran his hand through his hair, staring down at your cigarette.

“Sounds pitiful” You bring your hand up, holding the slow killer against your lips before puffing one out into the air.

“May I?” San nodded towards the cigarette, eyes drooping at the sight of it between your lips.

“You don’t spike me as a smoker” You handed the stick over to him, watching him take a drag before smoke escapes pass his lips. 

“You’d be surprised about other things” San grimaced at the cigarette before handing it back to you and looking out into the city.

“Like what?” Now you were genuinely curious.

A smirk crawled up San’s face as he faced you again, eyeing you with curious eyes before licking his teeth. You could tell he was trying to avoid your question, but it just worked your curiosity even more.

“What are you doing out here?” You scoffed at San’s diversion, turning around to rest your forearms against the rails. 

“For a smoke obviously, and my feet hurt from walking around” You shook off the ash from the cigarette, hesitantly bringing the nearly finished stick up to your lips once again.

“You always smoke at parties?”  

“Only when I have to”

“What made you tonight?” 

“Look at that and tell me you don’t want to get out of there” San didn’t have to look to know what you were referring to. In fact, he felt exactly the same.

“You know, I have something better than this,” San plucked the cigarette out from your lips and threw it off the balcony before reaching in his jacket, pulling out a small clear bag of what seemed to look like chopped up parsley “, that would relax you”.

“What the fuck?” Your eyes widen as you finally realise what was in front of you. This guy really just stored weed in his jacket like it was nothing. 

“What? Have you never tried?” You shook your head, eyeing the green flakes sitting in its little ziplock bag. 

“I never knew where to get it-”

“Wow, look at that!” You could’ve sworn your head was about to rip right off your neck from how fast you swerved behind.

Silhouettes of guests fill the floor as a few flooded out into the balcony, making your heart race as you assured San to put the bag back in his jacket. Thankfully, the two of you were around the corner which let you dodge a bullet from noisy guests.

“Shit” As much as you wanted to smoke whatever San offered, it was too risky out here even behind the unlit corner of your balcony.

“I know a place where we can-”

“No, I can’t leave the building, they won’t let me” Your parents have had enough of you to strict you from leaving the party, mainly to keep a close eye on you and prevent anything that would blacken their name.

“Does your bathroom have a big window?” San fixed his jacket before stepping aside, walking around the corner with you following behind.

“Yeah, but it’ll look suspicious if we go upstairs together” You immediately spot your parents the moment you stepped back inside, no surprise they were buttering up more guests.

“The more you think about it, the more it’ll look suspicious” Technically, it wasn’t that hard staying out of your parent’s vision as they chattered away with more people and sipping on their champagne. 

San stayed behind you as you quickly trod up the stairs to the second level, quietness flushing over you as the party stayed below. San appeared not long after, inspecting the new surrounding as you opened the door to your bathroom. 

The marble glistened the moment you flicked on the lights, most of which doesn’t seem to phase San one bit. The door locked behind you as you unlatched the window, letting the cold air in as well as making it an escape for your smoke.

“What kind of shower is that?” San snickered. You honestly have no clue either.

“I don’t know, we don’t use this bathroom” You always questioned why your mother had such a desire for homes with more than enough rooms, it was pointless really.

“So your family’s like that too huh?” San pulled out the little bag again, placing it on to the marble counter before reaching for something else. 

“Like what?” You stared at yourself in the mirror, fixing your hair as you patted smudged mascara underneath your eyes.

“Money this, money that?” Your eyes turned down to San, packing the green flakes into a thin piece of paper. 

“It’s sickening” You were just glad you managed to escape the trap of falling into the mindset of materialistic wealth and whatnot.

“It’s surprising to finally find someone like me” 

“Like you? So you’re telling me all those campaigns and charities are bullshit too?” San’s father always loved taking every chance he got to host events beneficial to his company.

“Blatant lie, every single one of them” San sounded embarrassed, ashamed of his family’s immoral choices.

You almost feel sorry for him, but yet again, your family was exactly like that too. You couldn’t judge him one bit, not that you would anyways. Nowadays, you were always met with rich privileged dickheads boasting about which Rolex they bought with their ‘daddy’s’ black card.

“Lick” San brought the rolled stick up to your lips as you sat on the counter, waiting for you to the seal it up for him.

His eyes locked onto yours as he stood in front of you. Without taking yours off his, you stick your tongue out, swiping across the thin paper before letting San close off the stick.

“Where’d you buy it?” If you didn’t have eyes watching you 24/7, you’d be at some random back alley buying as much devil lettuce as you want and possibly smoking it at some random back alley. 

San, without a doubt, would have security with him all the time. The fact that he managed to obtain weed was questioning.

“A friend of mine sells it from his gym” San tapped your lip with the stick before flicking the lid off of his Zippo lighter, letting the flame spark as it flickered close to the end of the stick.

“Smart” The paper burnt black as it shrivelled from the flame. San set the lighter down onto the counter, packing away the contents of your little construction before taking off his suit jacket. You could’ve sworn his shirt was about to unbutton, not that you were complaining.

“If you ever need, look for Jongho down at the gym besides the 7/11 parking lot, call for Wooyoung if he isn’t there” 

“There’s a lot of 7/11′s” You took a hit of the stick, head instantly feeling lighter as your eyes drooped a bit.

“There’s only one 7/11 with a parking lot downtown with a gym next to it” 

Your feet dangled off the ground, heels clanking against the counter as you let your sore feet take a break from walking on tiptoes all night. San hung his jacket on the hook by the door, rolling up his sleeves up to his forearms as he nodded towards the stick. Boy, those arms were nice.

The hit did a lot more than expected, it was worth the wait, and the risk. You take the stick from your lips, pressing it against San’s as you take the strap on your thigh off with the cigarette case on it.

“You should quit while you can” San muffled, blowing the smoke towards the window as he leaned against the counter with his hands either side of you, still keeping a distance between his body and yours. You honestly wish he was closer though.

“I already know it’s going to be hard” You almost instantly regretted buying your first pack of cigarettes, if you knew what withdrawals were at the time, you would’ve never had pressed that toxic stick against your lips.

“It’s better than ending up black lungs” San raised his brows, letting you take the stick from his lips for another hit.

“I’m gonna need more of these if I start quitting” 

“You can keep the ones I brought tonight” You gulped at the closing distance between you and San, the dangling chain around his neck hitting against his chest every time he moved wasn’t making it any easier to stay reserved.

“I’ll pay you back”

“Don’t bother. Consider it a gift” 

“A gift for what?”

“Being decent I guess” You were so tempted to blow this smoke into his face.

“You’re decent too I guess” More than decent actually, but you were too scared to say that. After all, you only met him ten minutes ago. 

Your head felt lighter than the clouds, it was everything better than your average smoke. Now you were definitely going to attempt quitting.

“How is it?” San smiled softly, droopy-eyed as he slumped forward towards you with arms caging you in.

“This shit is amazing” You almost choke while pulling the stick from your lips, making San chuckle in such a deep but mesmerising voice, faintly showing off his dimple you didn’t know he had.

“This is probably the most fun I’ve had at these parties” San chuckled, tilting his head to the side as you press the stick back onto his soft lips once again.

“I have you to thank for that” Your heart was on the verge of jumping out of your chest as you stared at San’s devilish smirk. There was that hint of cockiness in him that had attracted you to grown to like him.

“I guess you could call it fate” San flickered back and forth between your eyes, blowing smoke out from the side of his mouth before giving the stick back to you.

“You know what would be more fun?” You couldn’t really stop yourself from saying anything further. But, you really wanted to just pop that button on his shirt that’s been on the brink of slipping out of its hold.

“Don’t say you have more drugs up your dress”

“Kiss me” You said nice and slowly enough for San to comprehend, you couldn’t help but bite down on your lip at your sudden boost of confidence, giggling at San’s bewildered face.

“You know, that would be fun” San smirked, grabbing a quick hit before locking his lips onto yours, smoke plummeting into your mouth as your fingers tangle in his hair with his body pushing between your legs.

“Oh yeah, this is so much better” Your arms slung around his neck as you inched yourself closer to the edge of the counter, pressing your cunt against the bulge in his pants as your legs cage him against you with his arms doing the same to you.

“I’ve wanted to do this since I saw you outside” San moaned against your lips as he subconsciously pushed his hips forward, grinding against your sopping wet cunt.

“Then why didn’t you?” Your forehead rests against San’s with a hand tangled his hair as the other slides down his chest, hooking your finger onto his chain.

“I thought you were one of those bimbos who say ‘daddy’ too much” It was quite insulting to know you’d given off those vibes, but who could blame you for wanting to look your best?

“I would’ve figured those were your type of girls” Your lips brush over San’s once again before softly biting it.

“Guess we’re both wrong” San’s hands cupped the bottom of your thighs, smoothing over your skin as he plants a wet kiss on your lips before trailing them down your jaw, making you throw your head back as his lips graze over your sensitive skin, plastering rough kisses all over as you squirmed in pleasure against his hold.

You pushed your hips further, almost falling off the counter if it wasn’t for San’s body pushing against you and his hard crotch grinding against your soaked pussy. San’s hand slid up and down your leg before hiking under your dress, scrunching the satin material up to your waist as you squeezed his forearm.

You could feel your arousal soaking every inch of your panties as San’s hand runs across the skin of your waist, thumb rubbing the bottom of your bralette as you pushed his head closer to yours for another sopping kiss. A low groan from the back of his throat only made your head lighter in lust as you slowly pop the buttons off his shirt.

Looking back, you never thought you’d end up in the bathroom making out high with a semi-stranger. But, it was better than floating in a pool of rich narcissistic fucks. 

San’s chest frees as you rip open his shirt, letting him drop it to the ground as your fingers trace over the lining of his defined abs. Your nipples harden as San’s fingers slip under your bralette, cupping your breast in one hand as your nipple rolls between his fingers.

A wet stain was probably evident against San’s crotch area from your subconscious grinding. It was nothing a blow dryer couldn’t fix.

You could feel his cock throbbing under his pants against your pussy. A hand glides down from his abs and down to the belt of his pants, fumbling with it before scrunching his pants down to his thighs along with his boxers, freeing his pulsating cock against your thigh. 

San’s tongue swiped across your bottom lip as he drove his hand down your thigh, inching his thumb towards your clothed clit and rubbing it slowly as your wetness soaked through your panties. Your fingers remain tangled in his hair as the other hand grasped his cock firmly, thumb swiping over his slit before pumping slowly.

“Fuck” San groaned against your lips, cock twitching in your hold as you smear his precum over his reddened tip. 

You clenched around nothing as San dragged your panties down to the ground, letting your bare ass sit on the cold marble counter as his thumb circled at your clit. Your legs ache from staying in the air with nowhere to rest upon other than San’s waist. 

“Oh my god” A breathy moan escapes from your lips as San presses his fingers against your folds, coating them in your juices as he slides them up and down before pushing them into your hole.

“I want you so bad- fuck” San pumped two fingers in and out of you with your juices glistening on his fingers. 

“Nothing’s stopping you” You cupped his face, shooting an assuring look before planting a sloppy wet kiss on his lips before he kissed down your neck again, moving much faster down to your collarbone and just the top of your breasts before lowering his body.

San’s fingers were still buried deep in you, pumping steadily as his face reached down to your thighs, smothering the inside with his soft kisses before moving over to your clit. It throbbed intensely as San let his tongue press flat against it before circling it around.

You gripped San’s hair tightly, legs quivering on San’s shoulders as he lapped at your pussy, dragging his fingers in and out of your tight hole. Thankfully, the chatter down below was loud enough for your sinful doings to be covered up. 

“Right there- oh fuck” San’s tongue flicked rapidly against your clit before sliding it up and down your slit with his thumb now circling around your clit and hands flat against your stomach, holding your dress up.

“Mhm” It was a soft moan against your core that got you going crazy. You needed more than just his tongue, you needed him.

You cupped the side of San’s head with both hands before pulling him back up to your lips, letting the tip of his cock twitch at your entrance, slipping with your juices and his precum. San hooked an arm around your back, hugging your close as he kissed you hungrily, tongue lapping everywhere with yours.

“Look in that drawer” San pulled back, tilting his head to see which one you were talking about before gripping the knob and pulling it out.

“I thought you said no one uses this bathroom” A pack of condoms appeared from below as San rips the box open, pulling one out and ripping it with his teeth before spitting the foil to the side. 

“That’s exactly why I stored them there” You grabbed latex, rolling it down his cock as he threw his head back with a groan.

“Mhmmfuck” Your mouth hanged wide at the stretch of San’s dick sliding into you, taking a few breaths before letting him move. 

“Fucking christ, so tight” San groaned against your neck before pecking it, slowly thrusting his hips into you as your legs lazily wrap around his waist.

You weren’t sure if you were able to keep your moans to a minimum when San was breathing down your neck like this and hips rolling into you smoothly. God hope the commotion below was loud enough to save you.

San rolled his hips, burying his cock deep in you as he moved slowly. Your head pounded like crazy his hands roamed every inch of your body, squeezing everywhere he could, literally, get his hands on.

The pleasure immediately flooded your head as San quickened his pace, pumping waves of pleasure throughout your body with each thrust. Your forehead rests against his as your lips hover over San’s, brushing ever so lightly as they part.

“Ohmygod yesyes” The sound of skin slapping against skin bounced off the walls as San grunted loudly, tensing his abs with each hard thrust.

Your moans were almost high-pitched as San knocked the air out of your lungs, gripping on to your thighs for dear life as your hands travelled up and down from his chest to his toned abs.

“You like that? Hm?” A smirk crawled its way onto his face as he gazed at you with hooded eyes, still fucking the daylights out of you as your breasts bounced in their place.

“Yes, oh my god- fuck yesnnghaa” You absolutely love the way San’s hips rolled against yours, it was like riding a rollercoaster to heaven and you weren’t even riding anything.

“You like the way I fuck this perfect little cunt of yours?” San grunted through a clenched jaw, slamming his hips against yours, making you gasp wildly for air.

“Fuckfuckyes- yes!” Your hand slapped behind San’s neck as he rutted into you like no tomorrow, sending your head to a cloud of nothingness except lust and pleasure. 

“Mhmffuck you’re so perfect” San’s lips attacked yours once again, you could care less about the slobbering mess, it was actually kind of hot. 

San held hugged you close as your legs gave him no chance of withdrawal as his dick continuously hits the spot of limitless pleasure, sending your breath straight out the window. A whine falls from your parted lips as your face scrunches in pleasure with brows furrowed deeply as your foreheads touch.

“S-So close- mmphh” Your legs quivered with every passing second, skin becoming sensitive with every touch as San cherished your body against his.

San quicked his thrusts, literally knocking you back further as he plunges his hips harder against yours. A bundle of pleasure in the pit of your stomach starts to go wild, seizing with every thrust made to reach the spot inside you that you could never reach. 

Your walls clench tightly around his cock like you were holding on for dear life, slamming your lips against San’s to muffle your sickly moans as he rammed into you. It was like floating in a utopia filled with nothing but euphoric bliss as your vision went blurry with San’s grunting against your ear.

“Oh fuck! Yes ohmygodddnngghh yesyes-” You gasped sharply, legs starting to quiver as your abdomen tensed from the sudden burst of pleasure ricocheting all around your body to flooding your brain. You could’ve sworn you went cross-eyed for a bit. 

“A little bit moremmph fuckk” It was only a matter of seconds before San rutted hard into you one last time before spewing his release into the latex, moaning wildly against your lips as he hugged you closer than before.

Your body subconsciously spazzed subtly as San slowly slid himself out from your hole, letting his cock twitch against your thigh as his forehead rests against yours. It was a comfortable silence that washed over the two of you, there was nothing but the sound of your desperate pants of deprived breath. 

It felt like everything had frozen at that moment when San’s eyes met yours, it was like you had just seen a thousand stars pooling in his eyes when he pecked your lip. 

You pulled back to get a better look, still accumulating your clear vision as San rolled off the latex without looking down, discarding it in the trash can beside you. A small bead of sweat lined the side of his face, making you pat it away with a tissue you pulled from the box behind you. 

“Your makeup’s ruined” San pulled up his boxers along with his pants, letting it hang at his hips as he leaned forward with his hands rested against the edge of the counter. 

“Not like I’m going anywhere afterwards” You gently dabbed San’s sweat away before throwing the tissue into the trash, leaning back on your arms with San still inches away from your face.

“I can try to sneak you out” San whispered, gazing deeply into your eyes as you did the same.

“Now why would you want to do that?” 

“To have proper fun” San pushed himself off the counter, reaching down for your panties that had been plastered onto the floor just ages ago before carefully sliding them back up your leg and holding your ass in the process, caressing it gently.

“We just had our fun” You wrap your arms around his neck, pressing your chest against his naked one as you hopped off the counter.

“I have a feeling we’ll be seeing each other quite often” 

“I’m actually counting on it” You traced your finger along the outline of his pecks before landing a soft kiss on his lips one last time.

“Music to my ears”

“Hm?”

“Party’s over, sweetheart”

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