#chanhee x reader

Sangyeon – Soft Dom / Praise Kink Leader energy mixed with “takes care of everyone” vibes. 100% the type to reward good behavior because he genuinely believes in positive reinforcement.

Jacob – Aftercare Enthusiast / Service Top Sweet to the core, endlessly patient, and the guy who would genuinely check if you drank enough water today. Would see care as part of the whole experience.

Younghoon – Size Kink He knows he’s tall and broad and low-key loves the way people react to it. Definitely the “accidentally” boxes you in just to watch you blush.

Hyunjae – Teasing / Brat Tamer That mischievous grin says it all. Loves a good back-and-forth, but only so he can win and watch you get flustered.

Juyeon – Eye Contact / Power Play Has that slow, intentional way of looking at you that feels like he’s peeling you apart without touching you. Total silent intensity player.

Kevin – Roleplay / Exhibitionism Lite Creative, dramatic, and not afraid to commit to a bit. Would totally turn mundane scenarios into “scenes” just to keep things interesting.

New (Chanhee) – Pet Play (soft) Sharp wit + “I’ll come to you when I feel like it” energy. Equal parts affectionate and sassy — thrives on attention but on his own terms.

Q (Changmin) – Bondage (Playful) That theatrical streak mixed with precise, intentional movement? Yeah, he’s the type to enjoy tying things up neatly… with a dramatic flair.

Juhaknyeon – Food Play Playful, loves comfort, and sees joy in mixing indulgence with intimacy. Probably the type to feed you bites just to watch your reaction.

Sunwoo – Choking (Light / Breath Play) Has that mix of shyness and sudden boldness that makes him dangerous in the best way. Quiet until he decides to flip the switch.

Eric – Overstimulation / Edging High energy, a little chaotic, and thrives on seeing just how far he can push before you break. Loves the thrill of keeping you on edge.

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You love spending the night at your best friend’s dorm, gossiping the night away is your favorite way to end your day. And as you plop down on his couch, Chanhee puts his legs over yours and he whispers, “You won’t believe what I heard~” You grin as you turn your head to listen intently to him. And he tells you about how Eric fumbled a confession earlier, making a big mess of himself. And you both giggle about it. You loved sharing secrets and gossiping with him. It’s one of the things you look forward to the most in life. And you tell him quietly about your work gossip which makes both of you snicker. There’s no one in the world you’d rather tell your secrets to than him. 

You move to his room and onto his plush bed with two pints of ice cream, and an assortment of movies to watch while you both gossip. You dive into your pint of ice cream as he tells you about how he finds one of your shared friends cute. And you gasp, “No way! I didn’t know you found him cute too!” He laughs and snuggles his head into yours, “He’s literally the only dateable guy in our friend group.” And you immediately tell him, “You’re so right.” You both laugh knowing that the rest of them were just as available, but too ‘yucky’ to date. 

You smirk as you tell him a dirty little secret, “I love making him get things off of taller shelves for me.” Chanhee smirks, “Even though it’s well in your range motion, huh~” You nod and he whispers, “He’s like a little puppy, if I ignore him, he’s vying for my attention until I give it.” And you giggle, “You like to watch them beg, huh?” He smirks, “You know I do~” You both giggle at your little antics, knowing you’re both one in the same. 

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It’s not often that Chanhee and you get drunk. You both liked liquor, but it usually put you both into wild moods that would be too much mixed with the rest of your friends. But when it was just you two, it was fine. Because if he was jumping on your bed, you were jumping with him. If you were getting lost and running along the beach, he was running right beside you getting lost too. The two of you giggling at each other’s slurred speech all the way home. Of course, when you both finally figure out which way is home. You two match each other’s energy so well. So, when you order an expensive bottle of champagne with Chanhee coming over. You know it’ll be a laughter filled night. 

But you both know a little bit better than to get too wild when it’s with your group of friends, knowing all of them will worry too much, and try to find you both if you get lost. Which always spoiled your drunken fun and sobered you both up. The exact opposite of what you both wanted. So, you both knew better than to do so around them. Instead, you’re both only one margarita in, and sipping on the next as you watch the rest of your friends get drunk at the club. Laughing at every single one of their antics together. 

You clink your margarita against his and drink a couple of sips before you lean your head on his shoulder and giggle as you start to get tipsy. He rests his head on top of yours and you sigh, feeling fully content leaning against him. 

You watch as Sunwoo ends up spilling a drink all over himself and you look up at Chanhee to see him looking down at you before you both laugh at him. Watching your friends get drunker and messier always makes you both giggle. They were more stable than the two of you when drunk, but it didn’t make watching them any less fun. You both hear Haknyeon belting it out with the karaoke machine, which throws you both into fits of giggles, your gaggle of friends were little nuts. 

That’s when you catch sight of a woman grinding against her friend and your jaw drops as you drink in the sight of how much she’s enjoying herself. Oh, how you wished you could feel that much pleasure right now. And yet, here you were sitting against your best friend. Nowhere near the action, but you knew nothing could properly satisfy you. Hell, you could hardly satisfy yourself, what difference would a stranger or two make. He talks quietly, and you can barely hear him over your thoughts. He waves his fingers in front of you, and you look up. And he says, “Ah, there you are. I was worried I lost you to the scene before us.” You laugh; he nearly did. He asks again, “Do you think anything will happen with them? Or do you think they’ll both embarrassedly forget it by tomorrow?” You watch on and catch the way her friend bites her lip, “Oh they’re so fucking when they get home. It’ll be a night to remember for sure.” He hums in agreement. 

And you whisper, “Wanna know a secret?” His eyes widen, and he leans in, “Always.” You sigh, “I think all my past partners were too vanilla.” He tilts his head and softly asks, “How so?” You lick the salt off the edge of your margarita glass, “It’s not because of the positions… Is no one outside of fiction- into tying someone up and using toys?” He laughs, “I’m sure there are many people into it.” You grumble, licking the last bit of salt off before you put your saltless glass down. Not noticing how intently focused Chanhee was on watching how your tongue licked along the edge, not missing a grain. You roll your eyes, “And don’t you dare say Christian Grey, he’s fictional too.” He laughs, “I wasn’t going to.” You roll your eyes and whine loudly to him, “I just really would like to be tied up but no one ever wants to have full control like that… Or if they do, they want me to tie them up! While that’s hot and all- It’s so unfair!” 

He kisses your temple, trying to calm your growing whines. And that pacifies you enough to whisper, “But don’t tell anyone okay?” He hums, half the club definitely heard that last bit, but he still tells you, “I never have before, and I never will.” You take a sip from his pink margarita before you snuggle into his chest. You were feeling the perfect amount of tipsy, free, comfortable, and relaxed. Like a burden finally fell off of your shoulders because you finally told him. You feel his hand that’s around your waist, keeping you from falling forward, trailing up, tickling your sides which makes you giggle a bit before he rests it against your waist again. 

You watch as he finishes the rest of his tasty pink drink, his adam's apple bobbing up and down does something to your brain. But you can’t quite put your finger on what it is. He catches the line of your stare and he asks, “Can I tell you a secret?” And you grin, always excited to hear what he has to tell you, “Of course.” He smiles softly at you, and he tells you, “Personally, I like using ribbon to tie someone up. It’s like wrapping a pretty little present up for display.” You part your lips at that; there’s no way he just revealed that he likes tying people up. And in ribbon no less. The person you’ve been looking for has been right beside you the whole time. You let out a soft, “Fuck, really?” He nods; the pretty smile he has on his face almost has you begging for him. But he’s your closest friend, your greatest confidant. Could you really throw that all away just to explore your favorite kink? You do your best to ignore the heat rushing to your core. 

And he whispers, making sure only you can hear him say, “I would love to be the one to do that to you.” You gasp, your cheeks flush from more than just the alcohol coursing through your veins, as he draws in closer, “I’d love to put your pretty little pussy on display just for my eyes to see, and my lips to taste.” You gulp from his words and how instantly you feel yourself throbbing. Your eyes go wide, maybe you wouldn’t be throwing away your friendship… Maybe, you’d be going a step further than either of you had ever imagined. You feel him kiss your ear, “Would you like that, doll? To be all tied up for me to use as I please?” You let out a small whimper, and he nips the shell of your ear, waiting for an answer. “Please, Chanhee…” His hand that isn’t holding your waist, tucks your hair behind your ear, “You sure you can handle me, darling?” You blush, “I’m sure.” He lifts your chin up and places a gentle kiss on your lips. 

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You’ve never viewed his room in this light before. You’ve been in his room at this time of night, of course. But watching him get on his knees to grab a box from under his dresser, that you’ve never seen before, almost has you whining. Maybe it was the alcohol in your veins that was making you want to scream just from his actions alone. But you felt so sensitive already and he hasn’t even done anything yet. 

His fingers gently coast over your exposed skin, before he asks, “You sure you want to do this? I know we’re both a little tipsy, so…” You shake your head ‘yes’, you had sobered up a bit on the walk here. He tsks, “Verbal answer, or no ribbons, baby.” You pout, “That’s unfair.” And his eyebrow raises and you quickly answer, “I want this Chanhee. I trust you.” He smiles and leans down to kiss your lips. When he pulls back, you’re out of breath and you can’t help but want more. But you patiently wait as he strips you both out of your matching outfits. And you whine as you catch the sight of your desires. He smirks, knowing exactly why you’re whining now. But he doesn’t say anything as he sits down on his knees on the plush carpet before you.

And he groans as he finally soaks in the sight of you, “You mean you’ve been keeping this pretty pussy all to yourself, baby?” You blush and you watch as he gets a roll of pink ribbon out of his black satin box. He asks, his breath cascading over where you want him most, “Where do you want me to tie you first?” You think for a moment, before you decide, “My wrists.” He nods and cuts out the perfect length to wrap you all up for him. 

He takes his time wrapping your wrists together, making sure there is adequate space between both, before he makes his way down to your legs, wrapping each one in the silky pink ribbon, making additional knots to ease the tension of the main knots to prevent the wrappings from growing too tight. He inspects each closely before he pulls away to admire you. You looked all pretty wrapped up like a little present just for him. He can’t wait to dive in and unravel you. He places the fabric scissors on the nightstand in both of your lines of sight. He gestures to them, “In case it gets too tight… let me know, I’ll cut you right out, okay?” You nod and he kisses you gently, his lips melding with yours. 

He lets out a dreamy sight as he stands up and looks you over and lets out an appreciative hum, “Do you want to know a secret?” And your eyes instantly catch his, “Yes.” He whispers, “You look prettier than anyone I’ve ever wrapped up in ribbon.” You blush, “Really?” And he nods, “Wayyy prettier, baby.” You grin to yourself and his hands dance along your sides before his hand finds its way back into the satin little box. 

“Are you good with using a vibrator tonight?” You whine, “Fuck, yes, please, Chanhee.” He sighs, “Such dirty words from such a pretty mouth…” You smirk, “But you like that~” And he grins, agreeing, “You know I do.” He turns on the little pink vibrator, and teases it over your tummy, before he brings it lower and lower until he finally places it against your clit and you let out a loud moan and try to move back from the sensation, but the ribbon keeps you in place. Before you let out a dreamy sigh from the vibration as you realize you're finally getting what you want. 

He keeps the speed low at first, letting you get used to the sensation before he starts turning the speed up, circling your clit with it as you start whining louder and louder. He tsks, “Come on, baby, I know you can be louder than that can’t you?” And he turns it to the highest setting, causing you to finally let out a scream as it draws you faster and faster to your first orgasm. He can’t help the little giggle that slips from his lips at the way you scream for him. And he leans in to tell you, “For being so secretive, you certainly are a screamer, baby.” You wish to have a comeback, but he quickly follows up with something you never dreamed of him saying, “Just as I imagined you’d be.” His lips are on yours before you can say anything back. 

You can’t help the small ‘mmhmph’ you let out against his lips as his fingers plunge into your core. Not expecting it, as your eyes fly open taking in the sensation of all three. The vibrator thrumming against your sensitive clit, his lips against yours, and now his long fingers curling inside of you. When he pulls away, you become a mess of words, “Fu-oh my god- fuck.” He looks over you as you start to wiggle and twist, as much as the ribbons will allow. And he asks, “You gonna cum for me, baby?” You nod quickly, and he presses the vibrator harder against your clit causing your orgasm to finally explode in full force. Your thighs shake in your ribbon restraints; the feeling is so overwhelming you have to squeeze your eyes shut as the sensation courses through you. It was unreal the amount of pleasure he just gave you. You feel him turn off the vibrator and toss it somewhere on his sheets as you finally start to calm down. That’s when you hear his soft giggles and your eyes open to find him licking his soiled fingers and how wet his arm looks. 

Your eyes drift lower to see the huge mess you created, “Did I?” He nods with a wild grin playing over his features, “Oh my god- uh… I have uh another secret… that was uh the first time I’ve ever done that.” He moans at that, “Really?” You nod, a little embarrassed, before he says, “It was so hot… That’s probably one of my favorite secrets you’ve ever told me.” His lower half is covered in hundreds of little droplets, and his sheets are totally ruined, but neither of you care about that as he sits down on his knees in front of you again to lick your juices up. He murmurs against your lower lips, sending vibrations up your spine, “Thank you for letting me experience your first.”

He turns his head to lick the droplets off your thighs first. His tongue dances over your exposed skin, slowly drawing closer and closer to where you begin to ache for him again. He licks the last bit up before he kisses over your mound. “So pretty, and all for me… Isn’t that right, doll?” You whine, “All for you… Please, Chanhee, please...” He bites his lip, “Please, what?” You whine again, desperate to get what you want, “Please eat me out…” He licks his lips, “Don’t worry I will.” 

He licks a tentative stripe along your folds, before he lets out a low groan as he finally tastes your juices straight from the source, “Fuck, yeah. You taste so heavenly. Best pussy I’ve ever tasted.” Your already red cheeks would grow redder if they could at that. He takes his time tasting you, slowly licking over your folds and your clit, learning exactly how you like to be eaten out, before he’s driving you mad. Twirling his tongue over your hole, teasing it a few times before harshly sucking on your clit. He holds your ribbon wrapped legs down against the bed as he devours you. 

Your fingers ache to hold him against you and force him to eat you out forever. But with your wrists wrapped up, you just hope he gives you exactly what you want. And he does, wanting you to cum all over his tongue. He eats you out like that’s all he ever dreamed of doing, your thighs beg to clamp around his head as he gets you closer to the edge. Your thighs struggle against his hold and the ribbon keeping you in place, but you’re stuck, unable to do anything. He has full control over you, just as you wanted, but fuck, you also wanted to close your legs due to the overwhelming sensation. You cry out, “Chanhee…” He hums against you, causing vibrations to run up your spine. And you cry, “Fuck… I’m…” He hums again, realizing that simple action was causing your thighs to shake, “Yeah?” He sucks harshly on your clit, and you scream out, “I’m gonna cum.” He hums again and licks over your folds, teasing your hole with his tongue as he eagerly awaits. 

With one more suck on your clit, it causes you to cum all over his tongue and he lets out the loudest moan, “Fuck, baby…” He laps at your folds until you still, having finally come down from your high. He pulls back, placing gentle kisses over your stomach. He gets off his knees, moving his hands from your thighs so you can draw them back up. And asks, “Do you want out of any of the ribbons?” You think for a moment, trying to arrange your thoughts after that intense orgasm he just gave you before you shake your head, “No, I like it… It’s like a comforting hold while you ruin me.” He grins, happy with your answer, “Okay.” He kisses you and gives you a minute or so before his fingers trail over your skin and dip lower to trace over your folds, “Can you go again for me, one more time?” You nod eagerly, feeling yourself start to throb again at the thought. 

He asks, ready and willing to pull one out of the satin box, “Condom, or no?” You hum, “You didn’t fuck anyone since we got our screenings together last week, did you?” He tells you, “No.” And you grin, “Me neither. No condom, I want to feel you.” He groans, his hips canting up at the thought, “You’re killing me.” You lean your head up a bit, “Good.” And he kisses you deeply as he lines himself up with your entrance. His left-hand splays over your ribbon covered thigh, casually trailing over the ribbon as he slips his tip inside of you. You gasp against his lips, “Chani-” causing you to let out a soft groan as he continues to fill you up. 

He slowly works himself inside of you. And when he finally bottoms out, you both let out a sigh and he places gentle kisses over your neck, “You okay?” You sigh, heavenly, “More than.” He smiles as he tells you, “You’re doing so well for me, pretty.” He kisses your lips again. Your lips meld together as he slowly moves out before he pushes in again. He takes his time as you both get used to the new sensation. You sigh, throwing your head back against his pillows, “You stretch me out so well… Fuck.” He groans, “You’re so tight… It feels so good…” Your lips find each other again, lazily making out as he takes his time with you. 

He whispers against your lips as he pulls away, “How am I ever supposed to forget this?” You search his eyes for a moment before you whisper, “I know I never will.” He sighs, “If it must remain a secret, it’ll be my favorite one.” You pout as his thrusts start to grow faster, “I thought me squirting for the first time because of you was your favorite secret?” And he laughs, causing you to laugh too, “I think both will be my favorite since they belong to the same night.” You grin and can’t help but agree. 

He watches your body twitch beneath him and he asks, “I wonder if I can get you to do it again.” You look confused as you ask, “What, again?” He smirks, “Squirt all over me.” Your eyes widen and his hand that was resting on your thigh reaches for the vibrator he carelessly tossed away earlier. And your walls clench around him at the thought of him pressing that to your clit again, causing him to let out a soft moan. “You want me to put this against your pretty little clit, huh?” You nod eagerly, causing him to raise his brow, before you let out a soft, “Please.”

He nods and you watch as he turns it on again, before placing it against your clit, causing you both to moan from the vibrations. His throws his head back, “Fuck that feels good.” Before he looks back down at you. And sees your fingers wiggle a bit, and he catches sight of them and in between your ribbon held hands, he puts his free hand so you can easily hold it. And you let out a sigh of relief, “That’s what you wanted, baby?” You nod and he asks, “Why didn’t you ask before?” You shrug to the best of your ability, “I didn’t know what I wanted until you gave it to me.” He groans and you raise an eyebrow and he tells you, “You worded that too well.” His thrusts grow faster inside of you, finally starting to chase both of your building orgasms. 

He adjusts himself over you, keeping his hand within yours as he does, to hit a better angle and you gasp, “Oh my god-” And he smirks, “Yeah? That’s the spot, baby?” You nod quickly and he makes it his goal to repeatedly hit that spot as his lips trail over your collar, leaving little red marks all along it. He turns the speed on the vibrator up as he starts to circle your clit with it, and you let out a loud moan. “Ch-chanhee…” He hums before his lips trail over your neck and up to your lips, “You gonna cum for me again, pretty?” You nod, “Ye-yeah.” And he groans as your walls clench down around him for the second time. 

He feels you grip his hand tightly as your orgasm washes over you for the third time. Your ribbon-wrapped thighs twitch around his, as you squirt all over him, shaking and crying. You look beautiful as you fall apart beneath him. Your walls clench around him tightly causing him to let out a few loud moans. Every part of your body twitching from the intense orgasm he just gave as he moans, “Oh, fuck, yeah, that’s it…” He groans as he watches you cum beneath him, you looked too pretty for words. Prettier than any outfit that he’s ever styled for you. You successfully soaked him again, and oh, how he wanted to cause you to do that again and again for the rest of his life. His thighs along with yours were soaked, and it was a heavenly sight. He can’t help as his orgasm quickly follows as your walls continue to clench around his cock. His hips stutter against yours as he finally cums inside of you. 

He slowly pulls the vibrator away from your clit. Letting out a sigh of relief, because the vibration was driving him mad too before he fucks you both through your orgasms. And when your thighs finally stop shaking, he slows down, before he slowly pulls out. He watches his cum spill out from your sensitive hole and his eyes quickly dart from your mixed cum to your eyes before they dart back down. And he can’t help the way he instantly drops to his knees to lick it up. He groans at your shared taste as you let out a loud, “Ah! Ah!” from the oversensitive sting. You pout at him as he goes back to kissing your thighs, “I’m sorry, I couldn’t resist.” And you roll your eyes at him, “I don’t think you’re sorry.” He shrugs, “Could you blame me?” You hum before you agree, “No.” 

He licks along your thighs again as his hand holds yours, tasting you until his tongue grows tired and he gets off his knees. He stands over you, keeping his hand still in your grasp as he moves your hair to frame your face so he can kiss your forehead. “You did so good for me.” You lean your head up and he smiles as he kisses you. “Now, let me get you out of these pretty ribbons, okay?” You nod and instead of fuzzing with the knots that he so nicely tied. He reaches over to his nightstand and grabs his scissors before he removes his hand from yours. He puts his finger between each knot and your skin so he wouldn’t risk you getting cut. He snips both of your arms out with ease. Before he gets to the bow at the very end that he had fastened to make you look like a proper present for him. He cuts it off and places the pretty pink bow on his nightstand along with the scissors. So, he can hold your arms in his hands and kiss over the slight marks the ribbons left on your skin. He rubs them as you move your fingers, getting your full range of motion back as he gently cares for you. 

When your arms are fully back to their color, he does the same with your legs, removing them carefully from their confines. Kissing along each red mark and caressing them before finally letting them settle on the slightly damp bed. You look at the ceiling taking it all in, your best friend in the whole entire world, fucked every last sane thought out of you. And oh, how you wanted more. Not just more of this night, but more of him than you ever imagined possible. You wanted him to be yours.

He asks after a few minutes of quiet admiration, “Would you like a pint of ice cream, a bath, to gossip, or?” You grin, looking down at his fluffy hair and into his eyes, coming fully back to your senses, “How about all three?” A smile spreads over his lips, “I like that idea. I’ll be right back.” 

You hear him turn the tub on before he heads to the kitchen. After ten minutes, he returns to you. He places a gentle kiss on your forehead, “You okay?” You smile, “More than.” And he grins as he picks you up from his bed, making a mental note to change the sheets before you both fall asleep on it. He gently sets you in the tub, letting the warm water gently relax you before he follows you in, facing you. He opens one of the pints of ice cream before he hands it over to you with a spoon before doing the same for himself. And the two of you eat for a few minutes before conversation starts flowing between the two of you like usual. 

KEVIN MOON ﾐ 케빈 문

both his hands will be on your waist or hips

he loves yours to be on his chest

just likes to hold you close while kissing you, and breaks for eye contact and giggling in between kisses

also loves to squeeze your hips/waist like juyeon

CHOI CHANHEE ﾐ 최찬희

cups your jaw with one hand, sometimes both

he likes to brush his thumb over your cheek while kissing you and sometimes uses the hand to tilt your head up for a better angle

he loves when your hands are on his waist or shoulders, or even the back of his neck pulling him closer to you 

JI CHANGMIN ﾐ 지창민

his hands are always following yours because he loves to hold them

if you like to hold his cheeks while kissing him, he’ll slip a hand up to cover yours and interlace your fingers together

often ends up with his hand on your shoulder or back, though

often hugs you while kissing as well

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The doorknob creaks slightly, but no one wakes up, only one of the blankets rises up as a body settles beneath it. Changmin takes your hand again and guides you to the right edge of the bed. The sheets are rolled up, the blanket thrown to the side: this is where he has slept. But now he's urging you to lie down there. Comfortable indeed, the mattress holds the remnants of his body heat, the pillowcase the scent of his shampoo.

He pulls the blanket up to your chin, tucks it under your back to make sure it doesn't slip off, but instead of wrapping you in a full burrito, he snuggles next to you and shares the soft material. Your tail instinctively finds his and simply locks onto it, and Changmin returns the motion, his fluffy squirrel tail feeling as if it was designed for you to find comfort in its weight as it's entwined with yours. Each of his other body parts are also committed to giving you a nice tight hug.

“What did you dream about?”

“I was at the shelter again,” you answer simply, concisely. The images from the nightmare and the feelings they evoke are vividly alive inside you, but you can hide from them somewhat under the blanket, pressed against Changmin's pajamas.

Changmin gives you a sad look. “You don't have to be afraid of that.”

If you are deemed not well-behaved enough for society, you will be taken back. If you show signs of having rabies, they'll take you back. If your owner is not pleased with you, they take you back. 

“They could take me back.”

These thoughts are all complications of the nightmare, and are only strong at night, when the darkness stretches on and the sofa creaks heavily beneath you. None of the possibilities seem close now, since you're safe in Changmin's embrace, able to hear Younghoon's peaceful breathing, but they still exist.

“If they want to take you away, we won't let them. Not Younghoon hyung, not Chanhee hyung, not me. This is your home now, and we are your family.”

You move closer to him, leaning your forehead against his. An old habit. It's how fox hybrids express affection, love and trust in a single gesture. “Thank you.”

“It's only natural,” says Changmin.

Your legs are curled together, arms around each other, your foreheads pressed against one another, with even your noses touching. 

Changmin shudders slightly, then pulls back. “Y/nie?”

“Hmm.”

“Can I kiss you?”

As far as you know, Changmin values physical contact, and you know that he kisses Younghoon, and you've seen him kiss Chanhee more than once. Still, you're surprised he wants to kiss you too. You. You aren't surprised that you, yourself want to kiss him, or at your own response.

“Yes.”

Changmin leans in for your lips. He gives you a soft, gentle, slow kiss, and the remnants of the nightmare dissipate. When he leans away, you smile gratefully at him, and he grins back. This time, he’s the one that presses your foreheads together.

“I hope you'll have nice dreams now,” he whispers.

You hum and close your eyes. You open them again when the body behind you turns and throws a pair of arms around your sides.

“Min…” Younghoon murmurs half asleep.

“It's not me, it's Y/nie,” Changmin whispers back.

“Alright,” says Younghoon, hugging you tighter.

Your owner is holding you in his bed in his sleep. Sparks crackle under your skin.

“Shall I get him off you?” Changmin asks willingly.

“It's fine like this,” you assure him.

Then you steal a kiss from his lips and squirm around to find the perfect, comfortable position. “Good night, Min!”

“Better night to you,” he says.

The nightmare doesn't return.

You adjust the yellow clip on your nose and continue on your way. It's a strange feeling, and a bit uncomfortable to walk around like this, but you wouldn't be able to play hide and seek without it. If you guys had played the first time you'd been to Kevin's house, you wouldn't have had to put it on, because everything had been unfamiliar: the rooms, the hybrids, all those smells. By now, though, you'd easily identify the scents of the players, and you'd quickly find them without the clip blocking your nose.

It's not hard this way either: as you approach Eric, you can hear his tail drumming. 

He's hiding in the cupboard under the tap in the kitchen, upper body curled up next to the water-conduits. When you open the door, he slaps the wall of the cupboard.

“Come o–ow!” During the hasty motion, he bangs his elbow, pouting in exasperation.

You help him out of the tight space and check that his hand is okay.

“You were creative,” you praise him, like Donald Duck's long lost voice provider.

Just a few words and he's in a much happier mood, the grumpy pouting has faded, and he's wagging his tail again. His now dusty blond tail.

“Wait in the living room, okay?”

Eric salutes, then hurries off to said room.

Changmin is hiding between suits in one of the bedrooms. You find him, because he's rattling the bag of pumpkin seeds.

“Oh, you got me!” He grins. “What now?”

“What now?” you ask. You let him snake his hand around your waist. “Should I keep you here?”

The bed groans. Alright, not the bed itself, but the person rolling out from under it, hitting their head on the way. Dusty clothes, a grey and black striped tail - which doesn't clearly show dust - and a disgruntled look. Sunwoo lets go of his head and perches on his elbows. “If you want to start kissing in the middle of the game, don't exclude me!”

You snap your head away from him as your neck begins heating up, and instead help Changmin climb out. “This isn’t the middle. It's the end. Only Juyeon is left,” you explain.

“Only Juyeon? As I said, it's the middle of the game,” Sunwoo hums, dusting off his palm. “Meet you in the living room?”

“In a few minutes, yes.”

Ten minutes later you're still in the same place. Juyeon's nowhere to be found. You have double-checked every room, to no avail. Hesitantly, you wander into the living room to start over in case you’ve missed something.

“Give up?” Sunwoo asks. He's sprawled on the couch, his dusty clothes changed, but his tail hanging untouched from the seat, ready for its usual post-game combing.

“Say you give up and he'll appear like a genie,” Eric nods, comb already in hand.

“Though he won’t grant three wishes,” Changmin adds, tossing another helping of pumpkin seeds into his mouth.

The two other boys' ears - and no doubt yours - turn towards the rattle, but they continue to look at you curiously. 

“Fine, okay,” you plop down next to Changmin and take the clip off your nose. “I give up,” you shout.

And indeed: in less than half a minute, Juyeon appears.

“Where have you been?” Eric asks.

“It's a secret,” he replies.

A secret, like him, you think.

“Are you combing your tails?” Juyeon asks, stepping closer. His tail swings slowly behind him, almost hypnotically.

“Not yet. We've been waiting for you,” Eric replies, and then holds out the comb towards you. “Y/n?”

You happily accept that you can comb. It makes you proud to think that you did it right last time and are therefore allowed to do it again. Or part of it: last time Juyeon didn't play. And the soft, Persian cattail even at a glance requires more care than this simple brush.

“Who's first?” you ask, and cast a tentative glance towards Juyeon, to find that he's gone.

He's sitting on the armrest of the sofa, next to Sunwoo, at the furthest possible point from you, and he's eyeing you shyly. Yes, that's so Juyeon: the distance, the measuring looks, the mysteriousness of cats. Across from him, Changmin is quick to pounce, his huge, fluffy tail flicking you from the side. You're lucky he didn't come out from under the bed, or he'd be blowing a big cloud of dust all around you. 

You smile, then start to comb the brown fur with careful strokes. You move consistently, from top to bottom, then a little to the right, then from the end towards the base again. Meanwhile, you listen to the quiet conversation of the others. They're talking about when Eric plans to go home, and as a related fact, Changmin remarks that you two are going home after Younghoon calls you to tell you that he and Chanhee are done with their date. Then the conversation turns to the university.

You finally get around it, having combed out every part of the tail, and you've got a really fluffy end result.

“Next, please.”

Sunwoo settles in next to you. Eric is going on about his latest exam in great detail, so he doesn't jump at the chance. Sunwoo's tail is much dustier, but less hairy, so you can move faster with him. When you finish and lean away, Sunwoo catches your chin and presses a gentle kiss to your cheek. Then he grins and moves over, making room for Eric. The golden retriever's longer fur is easier to comb than Changmin's. 

That is, it would be easier if Eric didn't wag it frantically every time you approached with the comb.

“This is going to take forever,” Sunwoo concludes.

Eric tilts his head back. “Hey! I can't help it. It's my automatic reaction Y/n.”

You try a little more, but you barely reach a small section with the comb, and the tail moves on. Sunwoo is fed up first, trying to hold down the moving body part. Eric yelps in surprise, then throws himself at Sunwoo. They wrestle from the couch to the carpet. Sunwoo starts to tickle Eric, climbing on top of him. However, Eric is not to be feared, for although he laughs loudly in his agony, he quickly wriggles under Sunwoo's fingers and gets his own hand on Sunwoo's side, he too launching a tickle attack on him. After a minute or so they are out of breath, but instead of getting up and possibly sitting back on the couch, they start kissing.

You're getting used to someone always kissing. In fact, you’re starting to get used to the fact that you don't only want to kiss Changmin, just as he doesn't only do it with you, Chanhee and Younghoon, but with Younghoon's two friends Sangyeon and Kevin and their hybrids. He collects kisses like other people collect Pokémons. And his kisses are also collected by others. Because with them it's natural, it's commonplace, and you find yourself becoming more and more like them as you get to know, become interested in and attached to them.

Should you call Eric back? Wait until kissing will maybe calm him down? You fidget with the handle of the comb. When the couch dips beside you, you look up. Juyeon has sat down next to you, tail resting calmly next to yours.

He's only been this close to you once before, when you had first met. You were leaving this house, and he came in at the same time, and you bypassed each other in the hallway. You were smitten by his scent, and for a week afterwards, every coffee-related thing reminded you of him. You asked Changmin about him, and you found out his name, learned about his love for reading, and that he's one of the sweetest boys in the world, but he's very shy around strangers, and keeps a great distance from them.

You don't want to be a stranger anymore, and maybe this is your chance.

“Maybe mine—”

“Sure,” you respond immediately.

Juyeon smiles faintly at your undisguised enthusiasm, and you gently stroke his tail across your palm. Your fingers tremble slightly around the warm fur. You don't want to ruin it, you don't want to cause pain, you don't want Juyeon to be away from you again. You get to work in concentration, moving with gentle strokes, the imprint of the comb's branches in the thick fur like a plough mark in the earth.

“Your fur is very soft,” you tell him.

“Your scent is very nice,” he replies.

You pause in your movement and lift your head. Really?, you ask without words.

Juyeon looks away. “It's nice. After you leave, it's everywhere. Still, it's better to have you and your scent than just your scent.”

“That's good to know, because I like it here,” you reply in the most natural way you are able to, while your heart pounds in your throat and forms a lump. “Also, I'm happy when you're home, too,” you add.

You look at each other. Juyeon doesn't avert his gaze this time. Then you plow another trail into his tail, and Juyeon starts purring. The sound vibrates softly through his body, and it doesn't bother you in the least. You bathe in it like a warm bath full of foam bubbles.

“Who's gonna do your tail?” Changmin asks innocently when you're done with Juyeon.

It's a question that piques everyone's interest. Changmin doesn't rattle his pumpkin seeds and the Sunwoo-Eric duo raise their heads.

You were the one who did that last time. You didn't make any excuses, simply brushing it out before the others had a chance to sign up. You had panicked because you've never felt like you wanted to honor anyone with the task before. It's customary for fox hybrids to be allowed to comb their tails only by their parents, themselves or their partners, it's a special favor. Certainly the others don't know this. 

“Doesn't matter.” And so it's a confession that no one understands.

“Are you sure?” Juyeon asks.

So he does understand the significance of it.

“Yes. Whichever one of you wants to.”

You don't panic like you did last time. You trust them.

“May I?” Juyeon reaches for the comb and your breath gets caught in your throat.

He combs your red fur with light, graceful strokes, yet every moment is filled with intimacy, a person combing your tail who knows how significant it is.

Meanwhile, Kevin arrives with two large bags. The others get up to help him, but they make you swear on your souls that you won't move and carry on befriending each other. Changmin even winks.

“Why don't you tell them what this means?” Juyeon asks quietly when the others have left the room.

“I just... I don't say these things out loud. Just like you don't say why you're being so direct with me all of a sudden.”

“Do you want me to tell you?”

You're shaking your head. “I'm not trying to force you to do anything.”

“I asked you to comb my tail. There's no coercion involved. I owe you an explanation.”

You raise your eyebrows.

“It's the same for us as for foxes,” he tells you.

“Oh.”

“I like you.” He looks at the hand holding the comb, which is lost in the fur of your tail. “And unless I've misunderstood, you like me too?”

“You didn't misunderstand anything,” you reassure him.

When the others return, they're treated to a sight they've never seen before. You are lying on the sofa, stretched out comfortably, intoxicated by the scent of Juyeon, who is lying on top of you. His head is tucked under your chin, his arms are loosely at your side, his tail swaying peacefully behind him, purring so loudly you can probably hear it halfway across the world. You want everyone to hear this piece of proof that Juyeon no longer treats you like a stranger.

You are having a picnic, and this is the first time you see everyone at the same place, the owners and their hybrids - although the owners treat you as equals and don't consider you their property, these terms have persisted in public discourse. Sangyeon and Jacob, Jaehyun and Eric respectively. Kevin and Sunwoo, Juyeon, Haknyeon. And of course Younghoon, Chanhee, Changmin and finally you. This doesn't mean that you're all actually with your respective owners, not at all. You mingle as usual and you get a bigger picture of how close they are to each other now that you see not just some, but all of them.

“We're having lovely weather,” Jacob announces. He turns his face to the sun and stretches his black bunny ears. Then he sighs with relief and continues peeling oranges.

“It's really nice,” you agree.

The shady forest path you've been walking along leads into an open clearing, where you've set up camp. Chirping birds fill the branches of the surrounding trees. Butterflies flit among the grass. Wildflowers nod in the breeze and honeybees hover on the outstretched petals. It's a place where you gladly want to spend this spring afternoon. But the location alone wouldn't be enough, it's the fact that you're all here that makes it so magical.

The happy cries of the hybrids chasing each other, the laughter, the hope that maybe today you can be closer to the humans. But for now, you're having a great time with only Jacob on your plaid blanket.

“What would you like to do?” The boy asks, holding out a piece of orange, and as you take it, the concentrated smell of fruit fills your nostrils.

You pop the piece in your mouth. “What do you mean?”

“It's customary that when an owner adopts a new hybrid, they choose the game to play together at the next picnic. When I chose mine, we played a flower-picking contest. Last time we played hide and seek.”

Before you can answer, in the long-stemmed grass, Kevin approaches with a thermostate.

“Bunny, I had to take your carrot juice out,” he says as he squats down next to Jacob. "We need more room in the cooler for little penguin's ice. It would melt too quickly in the other bag. Are you going to drink it now, or should I put it in the shade so that it won’t get too hot?”

Jacob puts the orange peel on the edge of the plate so he can take the bottle. He opens the cap and drinks. Kevin turns his head towards you. 

“What's up, Y/n? Do you know what we're going to play?”

To Kevin, you're still Y/n.

You shrug. “Can I have a little more time to think?”

“Sure, you can. We'll probably be here till sundown. But we could stay for a week, since bunny and bear packed so much food that– Oh yeah, where are the cookies?”

“In the green bag, if Changmin didn't eat them,” says Jacob.

Kevin presses a grateful kiss to the base of Jacob's fluffy ear, then stands up and looks for the bag.

“Shall I hunt down a cookie for you, too?” Jacob asks. “Would that cheer you up?”

You blink in confusion.

“What's wrong?” Jacob continues asking.

“Is it that obvious?”

“I don't know. I usually notice things like that. It doesn't mean it's that obvious to anyone else, even if they're paying attention. So do you want to talk about it?”

You reach out and start peeling an unopened orange. “Humans are complicated.”

You found your place soon among the hybrids. Changmin was very helpful in aiding you to fit in, to understand their dynamics, the romantic bonds that exist between them, and to become part of them. They accepted you and welcomed you into their hearts. 

It took you the longest with Juyeon, but it wasn't as difficult as trying to fit in with the humans.

The other day, Younghoon almost brushed your tail, but backed out at the last minute. Even Chanhee looked puzzled, and he ended up brushing your fur. And then there was the time that you played Uno and had a chance to beat Kevin. But before you could put the card down, he knocked you down and you laughed, and then he almost kissed you, but pulled away before it could happen. And Sangyeon had his own special almosts: when he almost said something while you were hugging Haknyeon together, when he almost touched your ear but pulled away, when he almost gave you a goodnight kiss.

“What do they see in me? A friend or... someone else? It's never clear.”

“I'm sure they like you as much as we do. They just need more incentive, because human courtship is much more methodical than ours. For example, the first time I gave Eric a collar as a gift, he kept showering me with kisses all day. Kevin and I had been on five dates before he kissed me on the cheek. The point is, don't worry, just let them know you're interested in them. And eat more oranges.”

“Thanks, Cobie.”

When you approach the only blanket in the shade, you have two peeled oranges in your hand and a comb under your arm. Younghoon is sitting by the cooler, watching as Juyeon exchanges icy compresses on Chanhee's neck and forehead. The melting water drips down Chanhee's flushed face. Even though it's seventeen degrees and shady, Chanhee's body temperature is like a penguin's, and he experiences the pleasant spring sunshine as a gut-wrenching heat wave. Physically, that's all there is to his hybridity, no wings, beak or bird feet. 

Juyeon takes another wet towel from the ice and gently presses it to the boy's neck, stroking his heated skin. Chanhee's eyebrows furrow and a sigh of pleasure escapes his lips. Juyeon holds the cloth around his neck, caressing it, only removing it when a wet spot forms on Chanhee's shirt.

“Better?” Younghoon asks.

“Slightly.”

Meanwhile, you take a seat next to them. You give one orange to Juyeon and the other to Chanhee.

“What about me?" pouts Younghoon.

You give him the comb. “Jacob wants me to eat this or– Oh.”

He falls silent when he understands. A few moments of quiet follow. You cling to the encouraging looks of Juyeon and Chanhee, and it gives you the courage to speak.

“You can say no.”

Younghoon shakes his head.  “No, no, I’ll do it. Gladly.”

You don't know if the sigh of relief is yours or Juyeon’s and Chanhee’s, but you turn around, and when the comb brushes through your fur, a pleasant tingle runs through your body, as the gesture makes you feel as close to Younghoon as possible. And you don't want to be very far away from him anymore. You want to stay close. As close as Changmin, Eric and the others do. 

He's quietly combing your tail, intimately, and all the while you watch Sangyeon chase Eric, who's wagging his tail, laughing. In the end, it's not Sangyeon who catches him, but Haknyeon, whose golden hoop in his pig-ear glistens in the sun.

“Done,” Younghoon says softly as he pulls the tool away.

You turn around and flash your best smile at him. “Thank you.”

“No, thank you. It means a lot.” Younghoon smiles too. 

You take his hand and squeeze it, and he doesn't let go.

Then you both turn to Chanhee, who sighs in exasperation. He's just getting up to change the ice, looking so helpless that you wish you'd hand-carried the air conditioner from the apartment. Since he has come, you want him to enjoy it somewhat. It'd be nice to distract him from the fact that he's feeling bad.

And then you remember that you get to choose the collective game today.

You form a funnel with your hand and shout out for everyone to hear: “I know what we're going to play!”

Five minutes later, you're all (except Chanhee) walking the paths of the forest, looking for a pebble worthy of Chanhee. 

Penguin hybrids love pebbles as courting gifts, and you had the opportunity to observe Younghoon and Changmin competing to see which one of them would take Chanhee on a date that night, and the winner was the one whose pebble Chanhee thought was prettier. Later, somewhere between the first time Jaehyun walked you home holding your hand and the first time Sunwoo kissed you, you gave your first pebble to Chanhee and he accepted it, and from then on you joined the competition for the dates.

Now you're not competing for a date, and it's not just the three of you, but it's equally exciting.

You find a white, palm-sized pebble. Its surface and color resemble a mineral. You wiggle your fingers and decide on this one. 

Someone falls between two tree trunks and you spin around, startled.

“Stupid roots,” Kevin grumbles in disbelief.

You crouch down and help him up, at least to his knees. Before he stands up, he curiously spreads your fingers.

“Did you find this?” he strokes the surface of the pebble. “Pretty... Not as pretty as you, of course, but still pre—ah, Jesus!”

You pull him up, and his right ankle buckles. Kevin almost falls on you. You manage to hold him, but his forehead still hits yours.

“Sorry!” He pulls away, suddenly and completely, like he has touched fire. He does it so fast that this time he almost falls backwards.

However, today you won't let sudden moves go undiscussed.

“I want you to lean on me like the others,” you admit, and reach out for him, penetrating the distance that has diminished but not ceased in recent months, and caress his cheek, then lean your forehead against his and close your eyes. “I will hold you.”

Kevin sighs. He doesn't pull away. “Then you lean on me too, okay?”

You nod. Kevin rubs the tip of your noses together and you smile again, even more relieved.

A sunny afternoon in nature really is a great incentive to open up and let the unconfident humans get closer to you, or rather to show them, that if they want it too, how close you want them to be.

You take Kevin's hand and put the rock in it, then put yours over it. “I think Chanhee wouldn't mind if we gave it to him together.”

He really doesn't mind. Chanhee's lips are ice cold when he kisses you, but the gratitude radiating from his embrace is warm. He doesn't mind it either when Kevin sits down next to him and rests his feet there. Or that Eric wants to relax in the shade from his game of catch and pebble hunt, resting his head against Chanhee's side and his fluffy ears on his shirt.

You'd love to stay, Eric holding out his palm to you, inviting, with his tail wagging cutely, but you swhake your head and stand up.

“I'll be back,” you promise, and make room for Jaehyun, who has just arrived with his own pebble.

First you have to figure out how to show Sangyeon that you're interested in him too, then you’ll join the hug.

He was the first to return with his pebble. He's currently sitting on a blanket in the sun with a book in his hand. You turn your ear towards him and his voice floats towards you through the clearing. He is definitely reading to Haknyeon and Sunwoo. 

You walk up and settle down with them.

“Y/n!” yells Haknyeon, immediately pulling you into his embrace. 

“Did you find a pretty stone?” he asks, and while you're formulating your answer, Sunwoo steals a kiss from you.

“I thought it was pretty,” you reply, after Sunwoo pulls away.

Your gaze slides to Haknyeon's ear, the new gold hoop on the edge of his pink pig ears. 

“Does it still hurt?” you ask.

The jewel jingles loudly as the boy shakes his head. “It's not even red anymore, see?”

You study it closely, and indeed it’s fine. The swelling is gone, the ear looks healthy.

“Hmm. It healed quickly. I'm glad it doesn't hurt.”

Sangyeon pauses reading while the others greet you and watches the scene with a small smile. 

Platonically? Wistfully? Neither? Somehow both?

The uncertainty that has stretched in you until now is eased when you notice Jacob approaching. His ears are hanging by his cheeks, and a lazy smile spreads across his face. He comes towards you with a bowl of fruit.

“Eat!” he says as he kneels on the blanket, then frowns. “Have you disinfected your hands after the pebbles?”

A yes comes out of Sangyeon's mouth. The rest of you chorus a no, but hungrily feast on the delicious morsels. The disinfectant is far away, the juicy flesh of fruit within arm's reach.

“I'll feed you then,” Jacob nods his head, committed.

Sangyeon lifts the book to his face and continues reading out loud. He is certainly holding some romantic literature, the characters confessing their hearts' secrets at the moment, and then kissing passionately. Passionately, the text says, although Sangyeon reads it in a flat, monotone voice. Haknyeon can no longer take it.

“Please, hyung, read it yourself!” he begs Jacob between bites. 

Sunwoo nods. “Sangyeon hyung reads the kissing parts as if he were reading a recipe book. Like he doesn't know how to kiss.”

Sangyeon says nothing for the moment, just takes the bowl from Jacob and hands him the book. Jacob doesn't start reading immediately, first exploring the page, the characters, so he can tell their monologues in a different tone. In the meantime, Sangyeon drops a piece of tangerine into Haknyeon's open mouth, then puts a piece of apple between Sunwoo's lips and raises his eyebrows.

“Like he doesn't know what it's like to kiss?” he asks calmly, quietly.

“That's the truth,” Sunwoo shrugs, but his gaze is locked on Sangyeon's face, and there isn't a hint of nonchalance. It's curiosity. Defenselessness. And admiration.

Haknyeon leans his head against your shoulder, watching what happens next. Jacob glances up from behind the book, too, his gaze darting between Sunwoo and Sangyeon. And then he settles on you.

“Are you suggesting that Sangyeon is out of practice?” he asks, dropping the book in his lap.

“Perhaps,” Sunwoo replies boldly, but he continues to study Sangyeon like some god descended to earth. He wants a kiss, it's quite obvious, because he tends to look at you like that. 

The man, if he takes the cue, reaches for a strawberry instead of Sunwoo's face and turns to you. You happily let him place the fruit between your lips and chew the sweet bite with relish. The process of chewing stops when Sangyeon's fingertip brushes your lips; he wipes some of the strawberry juice off, and you know at that moment that you are looking at him exactly as Sunwoo had just done. 

The message is just as clear.

“Y/n…” Your name sounds so vague, like a path that is easy to get lost on in the woods, where there are no signposts, only the unknown.

“Maybe you should practice,” you recommend. Your face heats up from the fact you said it out loud, but you don’t stop yet. “If Jacob isn't here, you'll have to read the text in a way that won't bore your audience.”

But Sangyeon hesitates. “Are you sure?”

“I'm sure you need to practice. And I'm also sure I want you to practice with me. But I don't just want you to practice with me, I want you to do everything the others do. I want to go on dates and make your coffee and be with you. I'm sure of that, too,” you admit, and it's a big help to have Jacob here with you, Haknyeon stroking your waist, and Sangyeon looking at you with interest, not judgment. “And you? What do you want?”

“The same,” says Sangyeon, finally leaning towards you.

His mouth is soft and the kiss sweet and strawberry-flavoured. You stroke his cheekbone with your thumb. The moral of the story is that Sangyeon doesn't seem to be out of practice, but you don't plan to tell him that. Maybe not until after he's kissed everyone on the blanket at least once. 

When you settle back on your heels, it's like you've woken up from a magical dream. A dream you can relive if you want to.

“And what about us?" asks Haknyeon. If he had a dogtail, he'd be wagging it wildly right now, but his tiny, curled pigtail is also doing some kind of cute, wagging motion.

Sangyeon glances at Jacob. The rabbit hybrid nods, and Sangyeon smiles in disbelief. “If you insist.”

And the picnic can be better. You bask in the sunshine, in the kisses and hugs of others, and wish this afternoon would never end. Maybe it won't end, because from now on you'll take the feeling that you're home with them, and that you belong to each other with you, everywhere you go.

Date planner. Your favorite Excel spreadsheet. Probably everyone's favorite. Still, it's quite complicated to maintain, to record all the dates, locations, people, and to figure out a way the occasions won't clash.

This month, Sangyeon, Jaehyun and you are in charge. You gather on Sangyeon's bed because it's more comfortable and personal than his study. He's on the edge of the bed with his laptop on his lap. You are next to him, and Jaehyun is leaning on your shoulder. You're trying to figure out where Kevin could take Sunwoo after his shift. On the one hand, what's open, and on the other hand, which places are inclusive of hybrids, or don't exclude humans the way some stores do. Their only comment was that they didn't want to go to a confecionery, otherwise they left it all up to you, the organisers.

Sangyeon hums and brings the cursor to the right field. The cursor winks curiously, and you wonder what has come to his mind.

“How about bowling? Sunwoo has wanted to go bowling ever since he didn't go with Juyeon and Younghoon.”

“Right,” you nod. “He brings it up a lot. And Kevin's been on a lot of restaurant dates lately, I think he could use a change. Bowling sounds like a good idea.”

“Jaehyun?”

Jaehyun doesn't hum, doesn't nod, doesn't answer. Jaehyun is snoozing because he fell asleep leaning against your arm.

“Don't wake the sleeping bear!” you whisper with a smile and adjust his head on your shoulder.

He mutters something and hugs your arm to his chest, rubbing his head against your shoulder, his fluffy ears tickling your neck.

“Do you want to continue?” Sangyeon asks.

You answer yes. After a few minutes, your head falls on his shoulder.

“Are you tired?”

“I can continue.”

To prove it, you speed up the pace of your slow blinking, but it slows again, and your eyelids are heavy as trying to avoid the logical pitfalls of date planning.

“Go to sleep. I'll finish this. All that's left is our date.”

Then you don't even want to look at the screen. You told him to surprise you.

Sangyeon kisses you and your eyelids flutter and close permanently. It's warm under the blanket, and it's good to use him as a pillow. It's safe to lean on him, safe with Jaehyun's weight, safe with Sangyeon tapping away on the keyboard, but still looking out for you, because he's always looking out for all of you, and you just know that nightmares won't find you here.

Two more minutes for the tea bags to soak in the mugs. Will the debate be over by then? It's a difficult question, as Kevin is taking part in the debate now. Normally he avoids controversy, but he has added to this topic, and it has led to him, Jaehyun and Haknyeon trying to come to an agreement at the kitchen table.

“Pack?”

“We are not a pack,” Jaehyun counters.

“We can treat Sangyeon as a wolf,” shrugs Kevin. “He's pack leader material.”

“But still not a wolf.”

No. They won't necessarily finish in two minutes. There are lots of different names for different communities that they can compare.

You sigh, leaning against the kitchen counter, and watch the numbers scroll on the timer. As soon as your phone beeps, you roll the filters onto a small spoon, squeeze out the water, throw it away, then carry the mugs to the table one by one, along with the sugar and lemon juice. You start putting their mugs in front of them and they quiet down, but not because they've finished.

“What do you think?” Haknyeon asks, tilting his head to the side in interest. “What can we call our relationship? The whole thing?”

If you answer correctly, maybe you can end this discussion.

You lean against the table and think. You search for a good answer, and the warmth of the imagined answer suggests that it is also the right answer.

“I think we're in love. We feel at home with each other, safe. Loved. Isn't that enough? I think that expresses our relationship much better than a herd, nesting community, or whatever,” you reply. “It's not what we call it, it's how we can sustain it that matters.”

“You're right, little fox,” Kevin smiles as he reaches for the sugar bowl.

“And even your tea is fantastic,” Jaehyun sips with a smile.

“We love you,” adds Haknyeon.

“I know,” you press a kiss to his cheek.

You know, when you talk to Jaehyun half asleep at dawn. When Sangyeon is looking for his glasses and pats your shoulder or your cheek on the way. When Chanhee lets you watch him until he averts his gaze, flustered. When Juyeon asks you about your day as he lazily lies on your stomach and purrs slowly. When Younghoon bombards you with messages, asking if everything's okay and ending every conversation with the biggest heart emojis known to mankind. When Jacob listens to you, even though you don't even know there's something weighing on your soul until you open your mouth and his warm gaze is on you. When Eric shares everything with you and wants you to borrow his favorite t-shirts, his video games, his collars, his heart - and you don't have to give any of it back. When Haknyeon takes your hand and traces all the lines on your palm, first with his finger, then with his mouth. When Sunwoo showers you with gifts and then pretends it wasn't him. When Kevin helps you with something, and you thank him, and he says it was nothing. When Changmin's face relaxes because you assure him you no longer have nightmares.

You know when you're with them and even when you're not.

You just always know how much they love you, that you’re so, so loved by them.

with a pensive look and a nostalgic smile, thinking back on the past that brought you to this point, you watch the stars and the moon decorate the sky on this last cold december night. tomorrow will be the first day of a new year, and you wanted more than anything for it to be as successful as the last. swirling your alcohol in the champagne glass you held between your fingers, you looked away to scan the room around you : many of your colleagues were rambling here and there, laughing and chatting away from the stresses of everyday life, under the purple and blue lights of the penthouse the company had rented for the party.

but despite everything, your eyes fell on a person who had the gift of making your heart both crazy and light at the same time. chanhee stood in one of the corner of the room, a glass of champagne in hand, with the other one tucked neatly into the trouser pocket of the black suit he was wearing this evening, which by the way, fit him like a glove. his ebony hair fell over his forehead, with a few strands cutting off the sight of his eyes at the precise moment he nodded in response to what someone had just said to him — but, in all honesty, nothing could affect the immaculate beauty of his face.

no wonder why everyone looks to him for perfect beauty and fashion sense, chanhee never leaves anything to chance and that makes everyone crazy about him. including you. you knew you wanted choi chanhee in your life in one way or another, the day your teacher gave you a catalog of all his most iconic looks as a gift for your university entrance. you were so impressed by his choice of clothes, colors and assembly, not to mention his flawless skin and incomparable beauty — you had barely begun your fashion design studies when you were already crazy about him. then the years went by, and miraculously, your internship application was accepted by his company. you thought it was a bad joke at first, ready to throw yourself off a building to make 100% sure it was all real, but the phone call from his secretary ji changmin, announcing that you were starting the following monday, brought you back down to earth.

since that day, you've been promised a job as a stylist in the company, and chanhee has kept his word. you have one of the highest positions, and the privilege of working and learning alongside him every day — nothing could have made you happier.

or so you thought.

lost once again in your thoughts, you didn't see the delicate gait of a certain dark-haired boy approaching you. with a smile, chanhee gently clinked his glass against yours, the action drawing your attention, until your eyes finally meet his. “why does a pretty thing like you stay here all alone?” he asked, leaning slightly towards your ear so as not to have to shout too much over the music, allowing time for its fragrance to invade your nostrils, “are you bored?”

shaking your head negatively as you met his soft gaze once more, you couldn't help feeling a certain shyness come over you. “no, not at all. i just wanted to get some fresh air and look at the stars.” you explained, pointing a finger at the sky and pivoting so as to position your forearms against the barrier previously behind you. chanhee imitated your movements, placing himself next to you, close, with his gaze fixed on the sky and the softness of the fabric of his black suit brushing against your skin. trying to ignore the happy mess in your stomach and the all-too-fast beating of your heart, you concentrated on the beauty of the starry sky and the bright glow of the full moon on a winter's night. “it's pretty, isn't it?” you whispered, breathlessly, without noticing chanhee's gaze resting on the beauty of your face drowned in the moonlight.

let's face it, chanhee has always had a soft spot for you. from the day his eyes landed on you, he knew you had some impact on his life. he can't tell if it's seeing you running around trying to make it in life, with that determined look on your face, or the way your eyes light up when you compose outfits and the smile that paints your lips when you're satisfied with your work, but something about the way you exist made his heart skip a beat. it would be an exaggeration to say that he saw you grow up — but he's been there for you every step of the way as a stylist, and he's very proud of how far you've come. you're his little trophy, and he's more than honored to have you by his side. for nothing in the world would he replace you.

“yea. really pretty..” he whispered, his eyes focused on everything (you) but the sky and his chin caught in the palm of his hand. you showed nothing, but you could feel his gaze focused on you, the action turning your cheekbones red with shyness. you opened your mouth to speak again, but just as a few words were about to leave your lips, your colleagues and other affiliations began to shout out the countdown to the last seconds of the year.

pivoting on yourself to join the others and celebrate the new year with them, a delicate grip slipped around your wrist — warm, long fingers blending perfectly into your skin. your eyes finally met your boss's gaze, the dark color of his pupils piercing yours, and suddenly, time froze, your breathing stopped, the world fell silent. your body was caught between the balcony rail and his body, the expensive material of his suit brushing against your skin like a summer breeze, sending a shiver down your bare spine.

and without a second to spare, when the counter reached zero and displayed the beginning of the new year, when all the glasses clinked and the good years were shouted, a pair of perfectly shaped lips placed the most festive of kisses on yours. your heart was probably beating too fast in your chest, defying the speed of sound — it was painful, but a good kind of pain, a pleasant and agreeable pain.

your brain stopped working, and you simply decided to blame your next actions on the alcohol coursing through your veins. your free hand, the one not holding your crystal glass, slipped onto chanhee's shoulder, seeking a minimum of stability given the trembling of your legs. his hand slipped around your hip, still respectfully — but you could feel that he was holding back from pulling you further into his arms. chanhee tasted like champagne — well, it was more his lips, which matched his chic personality, expensive aura and immaculate style. it made him even more desirable, and you even more addicted.

but as you wanted more, chasing his lips when he broke the heated kiss you both shared, a smirk appeared on his lips. “happy new year, miss y/l/n.” he muttered, his warm, alcoholic breath deliciously caressing your lipstick-free mouth, “i'm looking forward to this new year with you.”

“Head out of the clouds, dumbass,” said the man, breaking you out of your trance, “Gosh, I wonder how you got chosen when a child has a better attention span than you.”

Ah right, you forgot that you were breaking into some billionaire’s mansion right now, trying to decode this fancy air vent door without notifying the whole world that ‘Hey! Two agents are trying to break in a house right now to steal some important documents!”

“Well it seems that this dumbass got chosen because unlike someone, they got the highest mark in the agent training program.”

You could practically sense his eye roll as you concentrated on opening the lock.

“Well hurry up, we don’t have all night—”

Click.

The sound of the vent door unlocking seemed to shut him up as you both put aside your dislike of each other to focus on completing the mission unharmed.

At the very least, you both knew when to stop spiting each other when the mission truly starts getting a bit life-threatening.? (worst thing that could happen was death, no biggie!)

I was silent as you both crawled inside the vents, and it was silent too when you both lowered yourself down inside the designated room.

Man, was this place screaming money. The room was huge—you think it could be the size of a hockey rink. It was supposedly a ‘guest room’ so it had beds and everything, but obviously, not everything is as it seems. This room contained many important documents (in hiding) and they had approximately 20 minutes to find it before security finishes their break shift.

Immediately, you both were against time to search this place.

It probably took around fifteen minutes before you saw a sealed envelope inside a hidden cabinet under the bed. You reached for it and smiled when you saw a red stamp. Yep, this was it.

“Got it, let’s go.” you said, turning to Chanhee. He nodded, tidying up both your traces.

However, just before you could open the vent door for your escape, the sound of footsteps could be heard. Both your heads turned to each other in alarm.

“In here,” Chanhee whisper-shouted, opening the wardrobe. Both of you immediately went in and shut it cautiously.

The door opens and you both hold your breaths. Thankfully, you didn’t leave anything suspicious. It only took a minute before the noise of a door closing could be heard, and the footsteps left alongside it.

You take out a breath of relief, before turning to Chanhee—

Oh, wait.

Only now did you realize your positions.

The wardrobe was SMALL. Like—XXS Bella Hadid small. (😏) Chanhee was under you, his legs shut together. His legs were long, though, so you could feel his knees pressing against your back as you were on your knees, both legs on either side of him. With no space between, you realize his hands made itself comfortable on your waist as yours did beside his head. You were so close to him—so so close that in fact, when you looked at him, you were only wee centimeters away from his face. You felt hot, and it surely wasn’t because of the temperature.

“Staring’s a bad habit, babe,” the said man whispered, a smirk on his face. You could feel your face flush as annoyance bubbled up your throat, but you forced everything down as you bit back your hand which was incredibly close to landing itself towards Chanhee’s face.

“So is being delusional if you think anyone in their right mind would find you attractive,” you spited, before opening the wardrobe slowly.

The road back towards the roof was quiet, as neither wanted to alert anything and risk themself to be caught.

Finally, you thought as you reached the escape van parked a few miles away from the mansion, I should enjoy a hot tub after this—

The alarms blared.

Ah, spoke too soon.

You hurried into the shotgun, same did Chanhee in the driver’s seat as he accelerated quickly. You could hear screams, security noticing you and starting to chase after you. Gunshots could be heard, as well as screams. You unload your gun to start shooting at them back as well. On top of all the chaos, the man still decided that he needed to get the last word.

“I’m not delusional, and you know it too!” He exclaimed in psychopathic glee as he swerved right sharply, “If we survive this, we will be talking about it.”

You could’ve just ignored him as usual, but why did you start shooting more precisely?

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