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Cuddling with San usually ends with napping together, curled up in each other's arms, tails interlocked. He’d spoon you the majority of the time; sometimes you’d spoon him; sometimes both of you would be facing each other, tangled together. 

Sometimes when you cuddled, it could get intimate. Whether a conversation turned into some platonic touching or well-needed kisses, it would end up as a quick makeout session, usually never leading to anything further than that. 

The quick makeout session today instantly turned heated with your hands tugging at each other's clothes. It was San who was the ravenous one; you kept grinding against him while on top of him, so it riled him up. 

You were sitting in his lap at first, occupying yourself with your lips on his, slotting together in perfect synchronicity. Then you fell back against the pillows as he sat up, hovering over you. He bit his bottom lip, dark eyes raking over your body as he pulled his shirt off, dropping it onto the bed. Your hands teasingly feathered across his chest and abdomen, his fingers trailing up from your knees to the waistband of your matching silk pajamas, pulling them off.

“We were supposed to be cuddling,” you flirted, purring audibly.

He leaned down, pressing a sweet kiss to your lips. “Change of plans.”

He disappeared between your legs, kissing the clothed bundle of nerves through your panties. You sighed, resting one leg over his shoulder as he licked you through the fabric, soaking it further with his saliva to feel your clit. You began unbuttoning your pajama top, wanting to be free of the constraint. Weakly, you pulled it off, playfully tossing it over San’s head, giggling as it draped over him ghostly.

He let out a huff of air, removing the discarded blouse before giving you a cheeky smile.

“That’s funny to you?” He asked, tilting his head as he toyed with the band of your panties, snapping it lightly against your skin a few times.

“Very.” You teased, propping yourself on your elbows to meet him and peck his beauty mark.

“Mmm,” he hummed, leaning closer, your faces only centimeters apart. “I have something funny too.”

“Oh yeah?” You kissed his soft lips, placing another stray one on his other cheek. “Like?”

“Like…” You saw him bite his bottom lip before he grabbed the material of your panties, ripping them in half and off your legs. “This.”

“San! What the fuck?!” You cursed, hitting his shoulder. Now he was the one laughing.

“See? I told you. Funny.” He kissed your lips in a small apology, just in case you were truly upset about it. “You have plenty more.”

“Yeah, well…” There was no room to argue when he made his way back between your legs, attaching his lips to your clit again. “Good god…”

His chuckle sent a new wave of sensation through you, pulling you closer to him. Your hands tangled in his hair, gripping tightly as you rolled your hips against his tongue; his tongue sliding opposite to your movements. He loved watching you like this—and you always found his star-lit eyes breathtaking whenever his pupils dilated. But San only wanted to taste you for a moment—he really, really, wanted your heat around him.

Removing his mouth from your cunt, he left you begging for more, cooing at you softly. As he got off the bed to remove his boxers, finally revealing his flushed and glossy length, you discarded your bra and scooted closer with your back against the headboard—legs spread, ready and waiting. He stroked himself to full length before crawling between your thighs, noticing how his jet black tail tightly wrapped around his thigh. 

“You taste amazing—I’m just a bit impatient,” he chuckled, lining himself up with you. He hooked your legs over his arms as he steadied himself on his knees. 

“S’okay,” you bit your bottom lip, curling your toes as he slowly pushed into your warmth, careful and deliberate.

He pulled you closer, fitting himself snugly inside as he pressed a kiss to your forehead before dropping your legs around him. Bracing himself, he reached to grip the top of the headboard. “Can I move?”

“Yes~” you whimpered, nails digging into his obliques.

He began with small, shallow thrusts, easing you into it. His pants were soft, admiring how your facial expressions told him exactly which angle felt best. Whenever your mouth would fall agape, he’d aim for that precise spot, in hopes to see it again. And when you let out a prolonged mewl, he sucked in a sharp breath, shuddering as he exhaled. 

“I love this…” he mumbled, hiking your thigh higher with his own as his thrusts deepened. “Best thing in the world.”

He delivered two particularly hard thrusts, making your breasts bounce with the impact, before guiding you down onto the mattress. Your head rested on the pillows, still gripping San’s wrist where it held your waist. He leaned down, leaving two soft kisses on your lips as he rolled his hips into yours, intentionally angling the top of his shaft against your clit. You huffed, whining because you wanted to ride him desperately.

“San, fuck me,” you begged, wrapping your legs tighter around him to pull him deeper.

“I am fucking you,” he whispered against your skin, sheathing himself fully before dragging along your sensitive walls. 

“Faster, harder, something,” you cried. The slow thrusts felt amazing, but they only made you needier.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “What does it take to satisfy you?”

His laugh was cut off when your phone started going off on your bed, the screen facing downward. You pressed the volume button to silence it, assuming it was an annoying telemarketer. San left open-mouth kisses on your neck, his teeth grazing along your scent gland as he continued where he left off, thrusting into you at a slow pace. All you could do was moan helplessly, opening yourself further for him.

But your phone rang again, not even a minute later.

San paused his attack on your neck, glancing at it. “You gonna answer that?”

You bit your lip, trying to coax him to continue, cupping his face. “It’s no one, San, please.”

“It seems kind of urgent…” He mumbled, pecking your palm.

He refused to continue until you answered it, distracting himself by leaving kisses across your chest. Reluctantly, you grabbed your phone to see who could possibly be calling you when you’re so busy. 

“Seonghwa?” you said, perplexed. It’s not like San knew either, shrugging.

“Well, are you?” He questioned again, still hard and buried inside of you. 

“We’re having sex…”

“It’s probably not a long call,” he reassured you, nodding towards your phone. “It won’t ruin the mood, trust me.”

Seeing as it was about to end, you answered it at the last ring, bringing it up to your ear. 

“Hwa?”

“Good afternoon. Y/N! How are you?” Seonghwa asked, all cheerful on the other end.

Considering your predicament, you answered honestly. “I’m doing great, never been better.” 

San couldn’t help but stifle a chuckle at that, causing you to clench around him and draw a low moan from him.

“Is this an appropriate time to call you?”

“Um…” San lifted himself from your chest and shuffled lower, dragging you further down the bed with him. “Yeah, r-right now is fine.”

“Great! So I wanted to talk to you about a couple of fashion show ideas for my fall collection. To tell you a little about it…”

Although you love Seonghwa with all your heart, this couldn’t have been a worse time to call. Any other time would’ve been acceptable; it was also on you for answering.

All this talking gave San an idea; it might’ve been his best one yet. 

He pressed your knees to your stomach, watching your eyes widen as you tried to focus on Seonghwa’s voice. San pulled himself out completely, sliding his tip slowly along your silky folds.

You muted yourself for a moment, lightly kicking San’s chest. “What are you doing?”

He leaned down, hearing Seonghwa’s voice faintly through the speaker, unable to make out any words. “I thought we were having sex…”

“Seonghwa could hear us,” you warned him, gasping when he suddenly pushed back into your heat, fully seated inside of you.

“Then be quiet.”

“What do you think about it, Y/N?”

That was the cue San needed to mess with you, setting a steady rhythm, thrusting into you deliberately. You forgot you were on the phone, throwing your head back with a moan, arching off the bed. San latched onto your nipple as you pressed your chest closer to him, never breaking his pace. 

“Y/n?”

“Fuck,” you breathed, hand loosely in San’s hair while he sucked on your hardened buds. You stifled your mewls as best you could before unmuting yourself. “S-sorry,  Seonghwa, what was that?”

“The theme of the fashion show, for fall, I was thinking something more fairytale-esque. Maybe a modern vampire theme or a haunted feel. Something seasonal and fun. Do you think that’s doing too much, or should I try something else?”

San angled his hips, striking your sweet spot and forcing a small whine from you. You clasped a hand over your mouth, hoping Seonghwa hadn’t heard. Thankfully, the man was oblivious. 

“Y-yeah, I think that’s a—ah~—good idea,” you half-moaned, lightly hitting San’s back with your fist, eyes rolling back when he bit down gently. 

“Wow! You sound like you really like it!” Seonghwa cheered; you could practically hear his innocent smile through the phone.

San released your nipples, hovering just inches from your face as you continued speaking to Seonghwa. He adored your glossy, doe-like eyes and the way you tugged at your lip. “I love it.”

“I should probably write it down,” Seonghwa went quiet momentarily as he scribbled something on his end. That gave you time to mute yourself again, letting out a throaty moan.

“Oh my god, San, don’t stop,” you breathed, pulling the phone from your ear and holding onto the nape of his neck as he dove into your cunt harder. He found this so unbelievably hot; the risk of getting caught while you were on the phone only fueled him.

“You don’t want to tell me that,” he warned softly, eager to fluster you further. 

“I was also thinking about something like a dark, ballroom theme…”

You unmuted yourself, trying to steady your breathing while San refused to ease up. “Mhm… yeah… that sounds great…,” you managed, attempting to sound composed while slick dripped from your sopping heat. 

San’s thrusts grew faster and deeper, making it nearly impossible for you to handle. You withered against the mattress, unable to push him away, forced to take every inch without protest. On top of that, you had your owner’s friend on the phone with you discussing professional plans for his project. The situation made you feel overheated and aroused, yet restrained in the best way. San leaned back on his knees, balancing himself on them while continuing without any sign of slowing down, making you forget you were no longer on mute.

“Fuck, San~” you moaned openly, covering your mouth too late. Even San looked amused, though he was far too lost in your cunt to care. 

“San?” Seonghwa repeated, confused. “What about San?”

“Huh? What?” You asked, completely disoriented. San bent down to kiss you, sucking on the tip of your tongue and nipping your bottom lip. 

“I asked who you think would fit the vampire ballroom theme more: Yeosang or Wooyoung? But then you mentioned San, which confused me.”

You huffed, arching helplessly as pleasure overwhelmed you. “Seonghwa, please just— give me a minute~.”

“No problem!”

You muted yourself again, breathing heavily against San’s shoulder. “This is so fucked.”

“This is so sexy,” San countered, respectfully disagreeing, thoroughly exhilarated.

He withdrew completely, guiding one of your legs over the other so your knees angled toward the door while your torso twisted to keep him in view. You watched him line himself up again with your heat before pushing back in; you buried your face in the pillow to muffle the sounds escaping you.

“He’s waiting for you,” San reminded you, smacking your ass lightly. 

You moaned and picked up the phone, unmuting it. “Mm~ Seonghwa?~”

“Hello, Y/n.”

“I think Yeosang would fit it more,” you locked eyes with San as he tilted his head.

“You’re saying someone else’s name while I’m here?” He whispered playfully, thrusting sharply. 

“He asked me…” You whimpered. 

“Is someone in the room with you?” Seonghwa asked cautiously, beginning to suspect something on the other side of the phone. 

You bit your lip, unable to lie to him. “Yes. San.”

San slowed at the sound of his name, ears poking up on top of his head.

“Ah, one of my babies. May I speak to him?”

You didn’t even try explaining anything to him, simply handing the phone over. San placed it between his shoulder and his ear, talking to Seonghwa.

“Hyung!” He greeted brightly, smoothing his palm over the softness of your skin. 

“How are you?!”

“I’m fine,” he sighed, deciding to pick up the pace again now that he had control over the phone. He could determine if he wanted Seonghwa to hear you or not. You buried your face into your pillow, moaning helplessly.

“What have you been up to?”

“Oh, you know,” he gritted out, snapping his hips into you. “Relaxing, playing with Y/N—wrestling.”

“Might want to be careful around her, I hear she’s pretty strong. She beat Wooyoung during chicken, remember?”

Given that you were currently trembling beneath San, taking every inch of him and begging for more as your cervix repeatedly got abused—he found that hard to believe.

“With all due respect, hyung, I think I’m winning.”

“Well, go easy on her. You boys can be too rough.”

“She likes rough; she can handle it. Isn’t that right, Y/n?”

He angled the phone towards you, delivering a particularly hard thrust to pull a whine from your lips. “Yes, San~.”

As he brought the phone back to his ear, he preened. “See, hyung?”

“Hmm, well, since you’re here, I might as well tell you about my project too…”

And believing San wouldn’t entertain the conversation while teasing you would’ve been naive.

You weren’t even listening anymore, clutching the sheets as you panted. A thin sheen of sweat covered San’s brow and chest. He winked at you, his cute dimples flashing while committing the most sinful acts—how very ‘Jekyll and Hyde’.

“You know what would be a really cool, vampire design, hyung?” San hummed, sliding his hand up your chest, caressing your neck. 

“Tell me! I love ideas.”

“On a blouse, maybe even a suit jacket. You can design something on the left side of the chest…” His hands mirrored his words, cupping your breast while his thumb rolled over your nipple. “Made out of red crystals in all different shapes and sizes, blooming toward the shoulder or dripping down the fabric. To imitate a stake being driven. Into. You.” He punctuated the last three words with three deep thrusts.

You were getting louder, no longer caring if Seonghwa was on the phone or not. You were too close.

San slipped two fingers into your mouth, urging you to hush. You lapped at his fingers with such lust and obedience, eyes fluttering shut.

“You know what, I think that’s a terrific idea. I was thinking of something similar, actually, but yours sounds better. You wouldn’t mind if I used it as inspiration?”

“Not at all,” San muttered darkly, watching your face twist with pleasure while your pussy throbbed around him. “Hyung, we’ll have to call you back…”

“Okay, well, tell Y/N to sen—“

San hurried to hang up, tossing the phone aside as he gripped your waist and began pounding into you without restraint. Your moans shamelessly spilled from your lips, bouncing around your room and straight to San’s cock.

“Please make me cum, Sannie.” You pleaded, your tail wrapping tightly around his arm.

“All over me, angel,” he seductively replied, squeezing your hips.

Your lip felt so raw from biting it so hard, nodding as San threw his head back, wanting nothing more than to stay inside of you. Shoving your face into the pillow, you softly rested your fingertips on San’s lower abdomen, bracing yourself. Shortly after, you came all over his cock—quaking and sensitive.

San didn’t stop until your climax subsided, only then shifting you into an ass-up position. Before he continued, he gave you two slow, affectionate licks to your cunt, humming at your mewls and decadent taste. Eventually, he pushed his length back inside of you, bringing your hair from your face. You looked dazed, rocking yourself back onto him desperately.

“I’m not done yet,” he murmured, sliding your arms behind your back and pinning them there. “You feelin’ alright, sweetheart?”

“Again, Sannie~” You moaned, clenching involuntarily around him. 

San purred, his own tail tightening around his thigh. The sight of slick coating his cock and the way it would squelch with every thrust; he was about to cum himself. 

“You insatiable minx,” he groaned, fisting your hair.

You bucked against him as best as you could, still trembling from your previous orgasm. On top of that, San made sure you felt every inch, withdrawing fully at times only to drive back in. Your legs spread wider, unintentionally waving your tail in his face, he wanted to bite down on it too, but restrained himself.

The way you were moaning was like music to his ear, in tune with your song. “Fuck, where should I cum?… Inside? Mouth? Face?”

Because it wasn’t your heat, and because you really wanted to taste him too, “My mouth.” You breathed.

He chuckled, exhaling softly. “Good choice.”

Letting go of your hair and arms, he eased you up to sit you on his cock till you were ready to move—preventing you from collapsing on the bed. After giving yourself some time to catch your breath, you slid off his length, turning to face him. He was sitting on the bed, propping himself on his palms as his legs were splayed open. His length was twitching, coming down after being edged from leaving your heat.

You crawled between his thighs, lying there as you held the base of his length in your hand. He gathered your hair into a makeshift pony tail while you took him in your mouth, humming at the taste of yourself. He loved how flushed your cheeks and chest were, practically mirroring his. You were already eager to suck his cock, knowing it was one of the easiest ways to get you off. The suction and warmth you had on his cock drove him insane, causing him to lightly buck into your mouth. You wanted him to cum down your throat, so you bobbed vigorously, massaging his balls lightly in your hand.

“Yess~ ah~ yess~” he let out a throaty groan, dropping back in the bed fully, offering himself to you.

His chest heaved aggressively, so close to his orgasm, but he didn’t want this moment to end. He scratched at his skin, then the sheets to ground himself. The more he searched, the more he kept feeling your bed vibrating, curiously looking for the source—which was your phone. He wasn’t exactly able to read the messages due to you deep throating him, but he saw the contact name for Seonghwa; over twelve messages received.

He tossed the phone aside, his cock twitched in your throat as he reached for your head, forcing you down on it. You mewled, wiggling your backside in the air as your tail wrapped back over your thigh—he released his warm, caramel-coated essence all over your tongue. San plopped his body back on the bed, catching his breath, while you purred as you sucked the rest of his essence. His body twitched as you insisted, waiting for you to stop since there was nothing left—sooner or later, you were blowing him just to blow him.

“When do you stop?” He moaned breathlessly, amazed that you kept going.

Popping your mouth off him, you licked your lips as you stroked him, admiring how the precum beaded at the tip. “Whenever I want to.”

“It’s going to fall off if I let you,” San helped you by your hands, leading you to sit on the underside of his cock as you bent down to kiss him. “You might want to check your phone.”

Giving him one last peck, you sat upright on him as you reached for your phone on the side of the bed, thinking nothing of it. That was until your eyes widened, reading all the messages Seonghwa sent to you

“Oh god, he heard us,” you covered your face with your hands, embarrassed as your face instantly heated up. It barely washed over you as you hit San on his chest repeatedly, blaming him. “If you hadn’t told me to answer, we wouldn’t be here.”

“You also didn’t have to pick up,” he stated calmly, clearly still in the mood. “What did he say?”

You peeked through your fingers, reading the next several messages to him:

Fashionist-Hwa✂️: “Wah… Y/N… I’ll forgive you and San this time…”

Fashionist-Hwa✂️: “I believe you meant to hang up. I didn’t mean to listen, I thought both of you were talking to me…”

Fashionist-Hwa✂️: “That was my mistake.”

Fashionist-Hwa✂️: “I hung up to spare you some mercy… Please, hang up if you are busy next time. I prefer to see you as my Princess…”

“So, he heard quite a bit,” San chuckled, guiding you on your knees by your hips while he lowered himself under your heat as you still read Seonghwa’s messages.

“‘The boys heard too, forgive me.’ ‘Please let me know your input on the project.’ ‘Don’t forget to tell San to be responsible and wear a condom.’” You read aloud to him, your face burning up intensely. 

“He’s funny. Too late for that…” 

You kept reading the messages silently, distracted enough that you didn’t acknowledge San positioning himself between your thighs. Your core was a few inches away from him, but because you were too caught up on your phone, he craned his neck to begin eating you out instead. 

“San, not right now. Seonghwa just—”

He removed his mouth from you momentarily, reasoning with you. “He’s already heard us, no?”

“Well, yes—”

“And he knows we’re busy.”

“I suppose so…”

“So come, enjoy yourself. That’s all you have to do now.” San reminded you, gently removing your phone from your hand, resting it back on your bed, and running his hands on the tops of your thighs to get you comfortable again. “Sit, angel.”

You hesitated only briefly, biting your lip and nodding as you lowered yourself onto his tongue again, watching the way it flicked against your folds. The moment his tongue slid inside you, all your worries slipped from your mind.

Yeosang arrived at your job as quickly as he could, telling the car service to wait for him as he hurried through the store doors. Inside, he saw a coworker he’d never met before and your bunny manager—whom he’d met at the club—leaning against the register, writing on her clipboard and looking uninterested.

Jogging up to the counter, he appeared nervous as he looked around for you. “Um, excuse me?!”

She looked up at him, a flirty smile on her face. “Oh, it’s you—‘Superman’ from the other day,” she leaned back from the register, arms crossed. “That was very scary of you. You frightened me, you know.”

He furrowed his eyebrows, confused since she literally bit you without consent. “I’m sorry…? Anyway, do you know where my friend is?”

“Y/n?” She cocked an eyebrow, scoffing. “That girl has so many boyfriends…”

“W-what?!” He was entirely lost, shaking his head as he dismissed the matter. He’d have to talk with you about it later. He didn’t know you were dating anyone. “Is she still here? She sounded like she was in pain on the phone.”

“Last time I checked, she was in the restroom. She’s been in there a while.” Your manager shrugged, grabbing her clipboard.

“Thank you!” He quickly bowed, running toward the back of the store to find the restroom.

“Hey! You can’t go back there!”

Yeosang didn’t care; he was focused on finding you. Considering the store smelled of florals, your pheromones were easy to pick up. But for it to be this potent—enough for him to find you at least two feet from the restroom door—was highly concerning to Yeosang.

He tried the door first, but it was locked, so he knocked. “Y/n?! It’s me.”

After a moment of silence, he heard and saw the doorknob unlock as you weakly pulled it open. Your pheromones instantly hit him like a ton of bricks, knocking the wind out of his lungs. You smelled so…

“Y-yeosang,” you mewled, trying your best to hold yourself up, unable to even stand on your own two feet. “I don’t k-know what’s going on.”

He knelt to meet you, pressing the back of his hand to your neck and forehead, wincing at how hot your body felt. “I think you’re in heat…”

“It c-can’t be, I already had—” A pang hit your stomach, causing you to fall forward, but Yeosang caught you before you hit the ground. “Sangie~”

“We have to get you out of here, come on.” He turned his back toward you, helping you wrap your arms around his neck. He adjusted your legs around his waist as he picked you up and carried you toward the front of the store.

With you on his back, your manager saw you were practically limp, barely holding onto him. Yeosang didn’t bother acknowledging her, having a bad feeling about that woman.

“Dramatic much,” she mumbled under her breath, thinking nothing of it until Yeosang’s ear twitched at her sly comment, making him halt.

He turned slightly, maintaining eye contact with her—to show how truly scary he could get. His distressed pheromones of wilted roses and leather seeped through the store, bothering your nose a bit. You tried to alleviate the irritation by rubbing your nose—not a fan of wilted flowers.

“I don’t know you. I don’t need to. I can tell you’re an unworthy hybrid by the way you carry yourself…” he spat, turning back toward the glass doors to walk out, officially angry.

Although you didn’t see it, your manager’s ears fell straight down, goosebumps scaling her body—she froze in place until both of you got in the car.

Yeosang placed you in the backseat, sitting next to you to hold you up as the driver pulled away. “We need to drop you off at home and tell Yunho. Driver, please head to—”

“No,” you shook your head, pleading. “No, please don’t bring me home.”

“W-why not? You have to go, San and Mingi will—”

“Don’t bring up that name right now,” you said angrily, feeling your heat flare up the more upset you became. “Please, b-bring me to Hwa’s.”

Yeosang’s distressed pheromones faded, switching back to his usual scent. “Y/n, I can’t… let Yunho at least take care of you…”

“Yeosang, I know I’m in heat, and I know what I’m saying. This isn’t the same heat from a year ago,” you gripped the front of his denim vest, pulling him closer. “If you bring me home, not only will I not forgive you, but I will literally fight you. Right. Now. In this car.”

Even if you weren’t that serious, Yeosang still got nervous. “Y/n…”

You let go of his collar, resting your forehead on his shoulder as you wanted to sob. If he took you home, so be it—you’d just spend it with your heat toys and cry in your room. It’s not like you haven’t done it before.

“If I had asked you before, would you have said yes?” you asked, fighting against the pain.

Clenching his fist on his lap, he told you the honest truth. “Yes…”

“If I ask you now, will you say yes?”

“Yes.” He admitted, swallowing hard as his ears lowered.

“Is it something you want to do? Can you help me, Yeosang?” You tried one more time, prepared to accept no if he decided against it.

If he did this, there was no going back. It would be harder to separate his feelings for you as a friend and as a romantic partner. But, according to your manager, San or Mingi was apparently your boyfriend. He didn’t want to cross that boundary.

Yet, the fact that you didn’t want to go home—a place you told him you loved so much—said a lot. He bit the bullet, reassuring himself this was purely to help you through your heat, and that it would be nothing more after.

“Yes, anything you want.” He held you closer, feeling your body relax against him. He allowed you to scent him and adjusted his neck for you.

“Sir, I’m sorry, but I’d like to change the address…”

Changing destinations, you arrived at Seonghwa’s house thirty-five minutes after leaving your job. The whole ride, Yeosang tried his best to comfort you, rubbing the back of your head and pushing out his pheromones. It was definitely a more comfortable change than you were used to—his pheromones were soft, but you could almost taste the earthy coffee undertones beneath.

Thanking the driver, Yeosang carried you on his back again, leading you to the front door. Somehow, he managed to hold you and unlock the door without dropping or tripping. Kicking his shoes off, he helped remove yours before heading upstairs to his room, practically kicking the door open.

It was your turn for his pheromones to hit you like a ton of bricks—completely winded and lightheaded. You didn’t have time to examine his room or process anything, feeling him sit you down on the edge of his bed.

So you sat there, panting as you weakly held yourself up, waiting for something to happen. Meanwhile, Yeosang was silently freaking out, trying his best to keep his distressed pheromones under control. You couldn’t take your own body heat anymore, tearing your shirt off and tossing it across his room. He watched it land on the floor near him, slowly looking up toward your chest.

Thankfully, you had a bra on, but still… This was different from the pool day.

“Let’s, uh… let’s take… this off,” he mumbled, referring to your jeans. He knelt to help unbutton them as you rested back on your palms, letting him pull them off. He couldn’t look at you as he removed them, discarding them with your shirt.

Averting his gaze, he stood up and turned away, scratching the back of his head. “I need to call Yunho…”

“No, Yeosang, please,” you pleaded, hooking a finger in his pants loop, holding on but unable to pull him toward you.

“Don’t worry, I’ll take care of you… I’m just telling him that you’re okay,” he promised, easing your heart.

You whispered a small “thank you” as you waited, ignoring the ache between your legs. He held the phone up to his ear, arms crossed as he tried to compose himself, constantly reassuring himself.

Yunho picked up after two rings. “Afternoon, Sang-ah, how are you?”

“Hyung, it’s about Y/n…” he looked back at you briefly, eyebrows knitted with concern. “I think she’s in heat.”

“What?” Yunho sounded confused, making Yeosang feel even more uneasy. “That can’t be, she already had one earlier this month.”

“Hyung, I don’t know what else it could be. She’s not hurt; her pheromones are potent… and her body heat…”

Yunho had the phone on speaker as he stood in the living room, having arrived early from work twenty minutes ago. He was updating San and Mingi about your new condition just before Yeosang’s call—both boys were listening to the conversation.

“Where did you find her?” Yunho asked, glancing between San and Mingi, focusing on San, who was clearly seething.

“She called me while she was at work… I think she meant to call you,” Yeosang confirmed. “She doesn’t want to come home; I don’t know why, but she’s at our house right now.”

Mingi became furious, and the news pissed him off. No one wanted to speak, so he had to force it out of everyone.

He pulled San closer by his shirt, gritting his teeth. “For the single and last time, before I literally put my hands on you. What? Happened? Between you and Y/n?!”

San forced his hand off his shirt, shoving him back.

“Yah, boys! No fighting!” Yunho yelled at both of them, unable to control anyone lately.

“Get your shoes on. We have to go, now.” San clenched his jaw, heading straight out the door, leaving no room for rebuttal.

Mingi gripped his hair, irritated, but followed anyway, dropping his arms to his sides. At least he could thank him for taking some initiative.

Yeosang heard Yunho sigh on the other end, faintly hearing San and Mingi leaving in the background. “There they go… what is going on with you kids?”

“Yunho-hyung, I wish I knew.” Luckily, Yeosang was too focused on the conversation to notice you pulling him to sit next to you on the bed.

“Why are you ignoring me?” You pouted at him, nudging your head against his arm and placing a gentle kiss on his shoulder.

His ear twitched at that; he whispered to you, “I’m not ignoring you, I’m just telling Yunho what’s going on, okay?” He swallowed thickly, second-guessing whether he should command you. “You should…”

“Hmm?~” You purred curiously, your tail wrapping around your thigh.

Yeosang looked up, bringing his voice away from the phone. “Touch yourself…”

Biting your lip, you nodded and leaned back against his pillows, pressing your knees together. He hadn’t meant to look at you then; however, he noticed how drenched your panties were, completely from your slick.

A hitch caught in his throat; his mind completely blank.

“Yeosang-ah?”

“Y-yes, hyung…” He was distracted by the way you spread your legs for him, exposing yourself, and the way your hand trailed down your body.

“Is everything alright?”

Yeosang gripped his sheets with his hand, unable to take his eyes off you now. He wanted to imitate the way your jaw dropped when you began circling your fingers over your swollen clit, softly panting.

“Yes. If you can, please bring some toys for her—whatever she likes.” He noticed how clumsily you were touching yourself and decided to take some initiative. “You’re doing it wrong…”

“Me?” Yunho questioned on the other end, sounding confused.

Yeosang couldn’t hear him; he was too busy pressing his two fingers atop your, physically showing you how much pressure to apply and proper technique. You immediately felt the difference, letting out a full moan, which shot right through him. 

“There you go…” he praised you, removing his hand from yours as he continued the call with Yunho. “Sorry, hyung, but yes, any toys and clothes she might like. Would you mind telling me what she likes to eat so I can get it for her?”

You were greatly irritated that Yeosang would rather have a full-blown conversation with Yunho than help you with your heat. The only attention he gave was pressing your own fingers against yourself, barely even touching you himself. 

You sat up, your fingers still on your clit as you inched closer to him. “I need you, Sangie~” you purred, slipping your fingers into your panties.

Managing to catch his attention again, he glanced down at your fingers, biting his lip as he listened intently to Yunho. You grabbed his free wrist, catching him off guard as you guided his hand over yours so he could help you again. With your free hand, you held his arm there, pleading with your eyes. 

As he listened to Yunho, Yeosang applied pressure to your clit again and circled your fingers for you.

“Got it… ice cream too…” He tried his best to sound focused until you moaned again, silently praying Yunho didn’t hear you.

It wasn’t until you replaced your hand in your panties with Yeosang’s, pinning it there with both of yours, that he finally circled your clit himself. You were extremely slick against his fingers, admiring the way they slipped along your labia. Hesitantly, he pressed his fingers against your clit and massaged, finally giving in to what you wanted. You practically ground against the pads of his fingers, panting more frequently.

Yeosang had to look away from you again, utterly aroused as he was so close to finishing his call with Yunho.

“Okay, no problem, I’ll let you know when everything subsides.” Yeosang smiled into the call, turning his head back to you and clenching his teeth when you covered his hand with yours this time.

Angling it up with your entrance, you pushed his two fingers into your slick heat, subtly riding his fingers. He could feel how tight you were, mentally savoring what you might taste like.

“Play with me, Yeosang…” You continued to ride his fingers, pressing a kiss to his cheek, then to his temple, before moving down to his neck.

He pressed the side of his head to your crown, eyes closed as he could feel his possessiveness slowly creeping in—his fingers were now steadily pumping into you. 

Whining, you pulled him closer, begging him to do anything. Yeosang’s mind was slipping from reality; he pulled back as he made eye contact with you, beginning to feel a bit hungry…

“Yunho-ssi, I have to go,” he muttered, quickly hanging up the phone and letting it drop onto the bed.

Your arm went around his neck while he fingered you, stilling you by your waist with his free hand. He pressed his forehead against yours, breathing in each other's air as you were both ravenous for each other—unknowing to both of you.

~~

The whole car ride, San went silent after Mingi kept yelling questions at him. At first, San responded, but then he stopped, realizing that arguing would solve nothing. He couldn’t tell anyone yet, but he could definitely set the record straight. He didn’t even feel like parking when he arrived at the store; instead, he double-parked before trudging toward the entrance of your job. Mingi cursed under his breath, running around the front of the car as he trailed behind his friend.

“Bro, wait up at least.” The husky hybrid scowled, shaking his head as San continued to ignore him.

When he entered the store, San was already by the register, his shoulders tense and tail straight. The same distressed pheromones that Mingi smelled earlier resurfaced, suffocating the room.

“I told you that scent doesn’t suit you.” She mocked him, stifling a laugh in front of his face.

“What the hell did you do?!” he hissed, his ears flat against his head as the anger he felt radiated off of him.

“Oh, you know, considering that our little promise didn’t fall through, Y/n had the satisfaction of watching our little video. And she was surely satisfied—she told me herself this afternoon,” she giggled, leaning against the register. “A little bunny spilled the beans.”

“Why the fuck did you do this?! Y/n hasn’t done anything to you—she didn’t deserve to be included. What have I done to you?” he yelled, officially not caring about the establishment. Mingi had never seen San this way, his ears falling slowly onto his head.

“You cost me a fortune! You knew my owner threw me out; you knew how vulnerable I was.” She snapped back, her eyebrow twitching.

“That was when I understood you, before you became unethical and greedy. I wanted to help, but then you started using me.” San’s words ended in a slight whimper, trying his best to stay strong even though he was scared and embarrassed now that Mingi was present.

“Sometimes, you have to get greedy in this terrible world,” now she was upset, thinking San had some nerve to question her. “And poor Y/n just so happened to be my baton; my torch to get back at you. That poor, pitiful girl.”

“Why you—“

“Yo, San… who the fuck is this bitch?!” Mingi decided to direct all his anger toward the main source of the problem, making a face of disgust.

Yes, he was still upset with San because somehow, in some way, he still affected you. However, he wasn’t stupid—he quickly put everything together. This was the manager that you went to the bar with a couple of weeks ago, who also happened to be the antagonist to everyone surrounding the friend group. But why is she so connected to San?

“Be careful who you speak to, mutt,” she spat, snarling at him.

“Funny. I was just about to ask which side of the cage you escaped from.” He growled back, his ears poked up, almost stepping closer to the counter until San stepped in front of him.

“Mingi, don’t…”

“So this is the famed Mingi,” she laughed in his face. “This is who you wanted to protect so badly? Please, he’s a common face; anyone would walk right past him when Hercules is right behind him.”

He didn’t respond. He just smiled—slow and knowing. It quickly faded when he glanced down at San, processing what she said. “How does she know me? What are you protecting us from? What is she talking about?”

“… This is my ex; I protected you all for… hyung’s reputation.” To this day, she will never know his name.

Mingi was rendered speechless; what could he say when it’s this difficult for San to even speak about it? They talk about everything; what’s so hard about his ex?

“Where’s Y/n? Another guy picked her up—handsome, yes, but far more intimidating than either of you.” She preened, savoring the thought of Yeosang. “It was kind of sexy… but she looked a bit limp.”

San’s ears shot up again, remembering why he came in here in the first place. “You forced her into heat.”

She shrugged, nonchalant about it. “Whoopie, she started early.”

Mingi’s eyebrow and ears twitched at hearing that, practically seething at San’s ex; all of this stress caused you to break. “She had one earlier this month. This is her second one in the same month...”

Her smile faltered. Only for a heartbeat was she serious, but she tried to play it off. “W-what? That can’t be. What is she, fragile?”

“Yes, actually. She is.” Mingi’s face became stoic, his distressed pheromones of smoked wood and cut grass rolling off him, sharp in San’s nostrils.

“You, in fact, don’t know a thing about her or what she has been through; all because of some petty breakup. She has been diagnosed with moderate stress, teetering on the line of high stress—you pushed her over the edge…”

She was speechless now, unsure of what to say or how to react.

“What, no sassy quip? ‘Mutt’ got your tongue?” Mingi scoffed, officially dismissing her, completely over the conversation. He glanced back at San, shaking his head as he left. “Let me know when you’re done here…”

San glared back at his ex, cursing her with his eyes. “I hope to never see you again,” he said harshly, walking after Mingi out of the store.

Mingi was waiting against the wall outside the store with his arms crossed over his chest, out of view of the window and car. San dragged his feet up to him, standing in front of him in utter defeat. Mingi could only stare down at him stone-faced, patiently waiting for any explanation—it was either San speaks now, or they just go home.

“… Remember a couple years ago when I was in that deep depressive state? Back when it took Wooyoung a month to get me out of it?” San spoke softly, carefully observing Mingi’s reaction.

Mingi’s arms tightened, silent but immovable, letting San choose his next words.

“She’s the reason why,” he admitted, his eyes turning glassy. “I can’t tell you because… I can’t get myself to say it twice… Y/n has to be there.”

Mingi couldn’t help but notice how tightly San was hugging his waist with his tail, his ears completely flat on his head, picking at his fingers. After carefully assessing the situation, Mingi realized San was just as vulnerable as you are… and he hadn’t been there for his friend like he should have.

“Fuck, San… come here,” Mingi gave in, softening as he pulled San in for a tight hug, comforting the now-crying hybrid. “Let’s talk about this later… we have to get you away from here.”

Mingi let him stay in his arms until San felt ready to leave, letting his pheromones wash over San, rubbing his back and playing with his hair, knowing it always soothed him. Once San was ready to go home, Mingi offered to drive, holding his hand the whole way to help him stay grounded.

~~

You were a moaning mess while Yeosang expertly used his fingers on you. Out of everyone who’d touched you before, something about the way he does it was drastically different—it was as if every movement was deliberate 

Yeosang had a faint blush dusted across his cheeks, almost the same color as his birthmark on the side of his eye. Slick coated his fingers, trailing down the palm and back of his hand; still, he couldn’t stop himself. 

He yearned to hear you, curious about how many different octaves you could reach and which one signaled you were close.

You unzipped his denim vest, lowering it just low enough to fold behind his shoulders. You licked and sucked along the junction of his neck and scent gland, scraping your teeth over it to get a reaction. Although the action turned him on, he felt nothing when you grazed your teeth along it. You left dark love bites in stark contrast to his pale skin, intending to decorate him by the end.

Abruptly, Wooyoung entered the room, worried. “Hyung, W—“ his words were immediately cut off by the sight in front of him.

Your pheromones instantly affected him, making him drool, but he swiftly gathered himself. Yeosang weakly turned his head towards the door, tettering the line of possession and dominance, biting his bottom lip as if you wouldn’t let up on his neck. 

He felt like groaning terribly, biting it back. “Y/N’s in heat…” He strained to say as he felt you turn his face back towards you. That was all Yeosang had to say—Wooyoung got to work.

Wooyoung left the room, heading down to your guest room to gather any necessities you needed. He looked for the essentials: towels, rags, and a change of clothes. There was already soap in Yeosang’s restroom, so he wasn’t too concerned about that. But he definitely needed to grab you some of his clothes to scent.

Seonghwa, who had just come from outside, briefly stopped Wooyoung in place by the staircase. “Youngie? What’s going on with you, Yeosang, and apparently Y/n?”

He has never seen Wooyoung so serious. “Hyung, Y/N’s in heat. I have to go.” He bowed before dismissing himself, heading upstairs to his room.

Because he still wanted to preserve that pure image of you, Seonghwa decided to go for a walk, stepping outside the house. “I wonder what Hongjoong and Jongho are up to…”

Along with the towels, he gathered two shirts, a sweater, and a pair of underwear in case you wanted to cover yourself. Satisfied with everything, he returned to Yeosang’s room, carefully placing each item on its respective side of the room.

You lifted your lips from Yeosang’s chest, finally getting a proper look at Wooyoung and his new hair. The outfit he wore suited him perfectly. “Youngie~”

“Hey, sweet angel,” he pouted at you. Although everything was so hot to him right now, he knew the pain you were in. “I’m just dropping some stuff off so you can spend your heat with Yeosangie; I’ll be out of here soon.”

“N-no?!” you protested, mewling when Yeosang momentarily stilled his fingers. “Stay too…”

Wooyoung’s fluffy ears stood up as he glanced between you and Yeosang. “Are you sure you’re okay with that?” Although the question was directed at you, its underlying meaning was for Yeosang—he never wanted to intrude on Yeosang’s feelings for you.

“Yes,” you reassured him, eager to taste Wooyoung. Yeosang had no say in the matter; it was your heat. He did what you wanted.

It also helped push back those feelings, knowing that this was solely about helping a friend…

“Okay,” Wooyoung smiled, instantly transforming into the insatiable minx that he was. He sat on the opposite end of the bed, tapping the middle of it. “Yeosang-ah, why don’t you remove those?”

The two of you made eye contact again, sharing a shy, cute, flirty moment as you giggled at his soft smile—before you realized that you were actually so close to your high. Before lying on your back, you unzipped the rest of his top, revealing the front of his body. 

He might just be a statue; San might be broader, but Yeosang definitely made up for it in definition and chisel.

He removed his fingers from you as he hovered over you, peeling your panties off of you, leaving them at the edge of the bed. He hooked your legs over his kneeled ones, sliding those same fingers down your labia, rubbing the hood of your clit side to side. Your breath hitched, trailing your hand from his chest, to his neck, to his hair, lightly gripping it. 

“Kiss me, plea—“ You were immediately cut off when Yeosang crashed his lips onto yours, desperately waiting for you to ask him. Even Wooyoung was moved, silently rooting for his friend.

He inserted his fingers back into you, angling towards your g-spot as the two of you kissed. Something about his lips, and the way he moved so confidently, yet so romantically made you melt into his kiss. You swore by kissing being more intimate than sex sometimes; it’s ones like this that prove that point. It’s almost yearnful.

You pulled away first, feeling your legs begin to shake against Yeosang. He gave you some space, flashing his prominent canines; they had you suddenly fascinated. You pressed the tip of your finger on them, wanting him to bite your scent gland immediately. Instead, he lightly bit down on your finger, sending you a wink in the process—this was a side of Yeosang you could get used to.

Letting go of your finger, he took the ball of his other palm and pressed down on your lower stomach, pumping his fingers at a consistent pace. Wooyoung moved closer to the both of you, wanting a better view of Yeosang fingering you. You rested on your elbows, eyebrows strewn together as moans poured out of you, your whole body shuddering as this newly added pressure ensured your g-spot was in line of sight. You couldn’t squirm out of his grasp.

You attempted to rock your hips down on his fingers, but there was no point, resting your head against the plush pillows as you arched your back off the bed. 

“They were always complaining about me giving you a kiss on the cheek, when they get to hear this every other month…” Wooyoung flirted, purring as he brushed your hair out of your face. “We’ll take good care of you, I promise~”

“Youngie~ I want to cum…” you moaned, knowing that affected Yeosang, knowing you were close because of him.

Being playful, Wooyoung smirked. “No,” he denied, his tail swaying upright behind him.

“W-what?”

“Wooyoung, not right now.” Yeosang warned him, his focus on you unwavering.

“I just want to play with her,” he pouted, gliding his hand up your body as he teasingly ran his finger under the wire of your bra.

“Then do that after her first day, or at least allow some waves to pass,” he scolded the younger, whispering to you instead. “You can cum, Y/n…”

“S-Sangie~ oh god,” you gasped, twitching every so often. When you stopped panting, tugging on his sheets, your orgasm washed over you, soaking his fingers and the bed.

“Woah!” Wooyoung exclaimed, thrown off by you squirting; neither he nor Yeosang knew this about you. “Kind of glad I got the towel…”

Even if Yeosang was a bit flustered, he was incredibly aroused, helping you come down from your high as he circled your bundle of nerves.

“Good girl…” he praised you, hushing your lilting whimpers.

When he pulled his hand away from you, he noticed how it glistened with your essence. He couldn’t help the curiosity that consumed him, lapping at one of his fingers while maintaining eye contact with you. You were the most edible thing he’d ever tasted; sweeter than most strawberries, richer than most cocoa. He licked his lips, his eyes officially blown out as his possessiveness shadowed him.

He dipped his head down immediately after, deciding the slick on his fingers wasn’t enough. His tongue didn’t cover your entire core like Mingi’s would, but it felt longer to you—the way it wiggled along your walls.

“I want some too…” Wooyoung nudged Yeosang, attempting to lower his head to your heat as well, until he felt a strong, tight grip in his hair.

Yeosang had his free hand in Wooyoung’s freshly bleached, platinum hair, tugging him away from your core as he brought his face a few inches closer to his.

“Ask,” he growled, not letting go of the hybrid’s hair.

Wooyoung whimpered, turned on himself. “Can I taste her, hyung?”

Yeosang dipped his tongue back into your core, gathering some slick on it, before making out with Wooyoung. Although you were in heat, you couldn’t help but admire the scene in front of you; even you hadn’t witnessed San or Mingi make out. They slotted their tongues together in unison, Wooyoung pulling Yeosang closer by his nape, ensuring he tasted all your richness. When he pulled away from Yeosang, he licked his friend's lips before glancing down at you.

“Y/n… I can’t wait to take my time with you,” Wooyoung cheekily flirted while Yeosang got back to work, beginning to eat you out hungrily. “I haven’t seen this side of Yeosang in a while—you really affect him, pretty angel.”

Without removing his lips from you, Yeosang pried Wooyoung’s talkative mouth open with his slick-coated fingers, shoving them in the younger’s mouth. The Maine Coon hybrid gratefully obliged, holding onto Yeosang’s wrist with both hands as he thoroughly cleaned it with his tongue. Unable to take your eyes off them, you subconsciously rolled your hips onto Yeosang’s tongue. He let you, closing his eyes as he licked in the opposite direction of your movements.

“What are you waiting for…?” Wooyoung mumbled towards Yeosang as he came off his fingers with a soft pop.

Wooyoung crept closer to you, gesturing for you to sit up for a second. You did as best as you could, all while Yeosang plunged his tongue deeper inside, sucking at your folds with open-mouthed kisses. Snaking an arm behind you, he unclipped your bra one-handed, gingerly pulling it off before tossing it to the side.

Catching your attention, Wooyoung stared into your eyes as he lapped at your nipple, smirking whenever your chest quivered. He repeated the motion several times, biting the sensitive skin of your breasts and observing the many ways you squirmed because of him and Yeosang. He licked at your bottom lip as your mouth hung open, finally kissing you after teasing you all this time. Unlike Yeosang, Wooyoung’s kisses were very playful, yet delicate. He liked to give a little, take away some, repeat a couple of times before ultimately giving you what you wanted—it kept you on edge.

Tired of his antics, you pulled him to you by his neck to deepen the kiss, feeling him smile against your lips. “Needy?” he chuckled, hooking his hand under your right knee to pin it to your chest. He looked down toward Yeosang, giving him his cue. “She’s all yours…”

Wooyoung bent down to kiss you again as he assisted Yeosang; the older man pulled away to admire your glistening heat, licking his lips at how wet you were. Really into the taste of you, he spat on your clit before sucking quick, focused pulses against it. Your hips wanted to rise off the bed, but Wooyoung and Yeosang had you pinned—you had no choice.

“Fuuuccckk~” you dragged out a long moan into Wooyoung’s lips, practically sobbing as you inched closer to your second orgasm.

Yeosang removed his lips from your core again, deciding he did want to share as he settled for circling your clit with his fingers. “Wooyoung, come.”

The Maine Coon hybrid obeyed Yeosang, licking along your tongue before pulling away officially. He sat next to his hyung as he watched the way his hands rapidly massaged your bundle of nerves.

“She’s so sweet, hyung,” Wooyoung whispered into his ear, only tasting what you had to offer off Yeosang’s tongue. You could only moan while they talked about you.

Yeosang couldn’t answer him, one hair away from telling Wooyoung to get out of his room so he could take care of you for the entire heat. It wasn’t that he didn’t want Wooyoung there—if you wanted him there, then he accepted it. It was his possession over you and, honestly, over Wooyoung too. Even if he was eating you out, the two of you kissing did a number on him; he wanted to break the both of you up so that he’d be the only one for you both to kiss.

His ear twitched, hearing how frequent your moans were as he bit his lip. Seeing your eyes roll back gave him his signal, gripping Wooyoung’s hair again. Wooyoung giggled, missing this dominant side of Yeosang.

The Doberman hybrid forced Wooyoung’s face between your legs, in front of your cunt. “Clean her up.”

“Mhm~” Wooyoung chuckled darkly, hungry for you after tasting the small sample.

He lay flat on his stomach while he finished eating you out on Yeosang’s behalf, using only the tip of his tongue to play with you. Cursing under your breath, you came all over again, this time all over Wooyoung. He hummed contentedly, lightly tapping the sides of your thighs as he drank you in, closing them over his head. Even after you were done, he wouldn’t let up, making you try to push him away with your feet.

“He gets eager at times; forgive him,” Yeosang huffed, pulling the younger off you. “That’s enough, you did great as well.”

Wooyoung parted from you with heavy gasps, his lips and chin wet with your slick and essence. “That’s it? I wanted more…”

Your eyes almost bulged out of your head—clearly, he was trying to kill you. However, they immediately softened when you watched Yeosang lick Wooyoung’s face clean, momentarily licking at his collarbone since some of it landed there. Wooyoung’s eyes were just as dark as Yeosang’s, and he wiggled his eyebrows at you. When Yeosang pulled away from him, he slowly turned his head back to you—you felt incredibly small, almost like prey with both of them staring at you hungrily.

Wooyoung turned Yeosang to face you, helping remove the vest from his body; they both knew Seonghwa was going to be upset with them, but he’d just have to understand. Peering over the older man’s shoulder, you watched as Wooyoung undid his pants for him, putting on a show for you.

“Yeosangie would love to help you first, is that okay?” Wooyoung asked, letting go of his friend as he got off the bed himself.

You locked eyes with Yeosang, who was basically eye-fucking you as he awaited your next command, kneeling right in front of you. You nodded, feeling even more slick escape you—Wooyoung whistled when he saw it for himself. The ache in your stomach made you wince; you needed either of them to have you at this point.

He removed his jeans, feeling confident up until now. Nothing was wrong with him; there was just no going back after this. This was a big deal to him, even if he didn’t make it seem that way; and even though he wouldn’t admit it, he was glad Wooyoung was here. He felt like Wooyoung helped everyone get a bit more comfortable.

Lastly were his boxers, though you couldn’t see him properly—he was mentally preparing himself to please you to the best of his abilities. He dropped them off the bed before giving you his attention, kneeling in front of you.

That’s when you saw him in all his glory; in contrast to his ghostly pale complexion, his cock had a pretty pink hue from straining against his jeans the whole time he ate you out. Based on your experience, his size was definitely bigger than you expected—similar to Yunho’s. The tip was the same shade as a rabbit’s tongue, glossed with his precum, looking ever so delectable under the lights.

He blushed when he saw you lick your lips, tugging at his thighs so he could move even closer to you. He hovered over your right thigh, about to put your other leg over his own until he felt your hand wrap around his cock. Yeosang was completely thrown off, moving your other leg out of the way so he could watch you fist his cock. Wooyoung thought the whole endeavor was sexy, removing his shirt next as he was the only one with clothes on.

“I know… he’s irresistible. But you should let him take care of you, baby girl.” Wooyoung reminded you, unbuttoning his jeans and sliding them down.

Letting go of his cock, you gave him the ‘okay’ to continue, propping the pillow under your head to get a better view. Readjusting your left leg over his own, he held himself up by his fists on either side of you while he lined up with your heat.

“Are you ready?” he gently asked, resting his hand on your knee as he waited.

“I’m ready…” you whispered, anticipating how your heat was going to be spent with both of them.

After being curious for so long about Yeosang and how he deals with his ruts, you finally got to see how he would treat you during your heat.

Holding his breath, the tip of his cock caught on your entrance, slowly pushing himself into you. He threw his head back momentarily, gripping your thigh before he dropped his head again, trying his best not to react. You plopped down on the pillow, shoving your face into it as you moaned when he pulled back for a second, pushing back to inch more of himself into you.

He bent down to plant a peck on your temple, repeating his actions once more before sheathing himself inside you. Finally having you wrapped around him made him relax, letting out the shudder he’d been holding back. 

“Y/n…” he spoke gently, moving your hair out of the way so he could see your side profile. You whined, turning your head to face him; you looked so submissive to him that he felt the need to take care of you in the most romantic way, all while you also cried on his cock, begging for more. “How do you feel?”

“It hurts, Sangie~” you interlocked your fingers with the one he had on your thigh, pleading with your eyes. “You feel amazing…”

He closed his eyes, lolling his head to the side once more as he shuddered again, almost growling. Why couldn’t you be his? He didn’t want to get upset about his own feelings for you, so he repressed them. He sat on his calves, holding your intertwined hand on your thigh as he let out a deep breath.

“Stop me if it becomes too much.” He reassured you, wanting your heat to go well. You nodded again, pressing your face into the plush pillow as he finally started setting a pace.

The first four pumps, he was confident, biting back any groans he had. But you kept twitching around him, and with how tight you already were, he couldn’t even attempt to hold back anymore. He had to pause, leaning against you a little more before continuing his rhythm.

“Y/n~” he groaned deeply, sucking in a deep breath. “Use me however you’d like…”

“Deeper, S-Sangie.” you muffled into the pillowcase, slick coating his length with every thrust—you knew because you could hear it yourself.

Fixing your leg higher over his, he angled himself deeper like you asked; his head was thrown back once more, only this time he stayed like that. Both of you were moaning messes; as you expected, he was on the quieter side, settling for grunts and groans, more because of how deep his voice is.

“God, the two of you are so hot,” Wooyoung flirted, deciding to sit next to Yeosang again, watching the way his length disappeared into you. “And you’re so wet…”

When you removed your face from the pillows, you noticed how Wooyoung’s fluffy black tail wrapped around his leg like a boa scarf; his thigh practically disappeared because of his fur. You caught him drooling onto Yeosang’s length to make you even wetter than you already were. He licked his lips when you made eye contact, winking at you while Yeosang’s thrusts slipped with more impact.

“Baby doll, I want to taste you. Can I eat you out some more after this?” he slyly asked with the most innocent look on his face, scooting closer to you. You eagerly nodded, anticipating that he would keep that promise.

“Kiss me, please~” you mewled, cursing under your breath when Yeosang started thumbing your clit again.

Wooyoung would never shy away from an offer like that, closing the gap between you two as he began to kiss you again. He let you take the lead this time, seeing as he was here to assist you; secretly loving when you were rougher with him because of desperation. He only broke away for a moment to lick his thumb, playing with your left nipple before reconnecting your lips.

Your hand went to the front of Wooyoung’s boxers, cupping his tent to feel his size through it. It fit in your hand perfectly from what you could tell; proving exactly that when you pulled his cock out through his fly. It reminded you of San’s length, both matching with veins prominent on their v-lines. You wanted to lick him just as much as you wanted to kiss him, using more tongue than you thought as you infatuated yourself with the idea.

Yeosang licked at the thumb he was using to rub your clit, wanting to taste your slick as he fucked you, continuing his calculated flicks. Watching you and Wooyoung make out… he had to admit, he enjoyed it more than he thought. He could tell that the more Wooyoung teased you, the more you’d understand why Yeosang calls him a ‘brat’; imagining how dominant you could get. Watching you grab him by his hair, begging him to kiss you properly… knowing Wooyoung is doing it all on purpose. He usually does this to get the other to flip; if anything, it distracts you from your heat.

Because eventually, your heat will be satiated from how needy you’ll get… whether you use Wooyoung or Yeosang.

Yeosang yearns for you to use him; he just doesn’t need to act bratty to do it. Wooyoung, on the other hand, likes to spice it up and is bratty for the hell of the game.

You stroked Wooyoung as best as you could, mentally gone by his kiss and the way Yeosang didn’t stop his relentless thrusts. You noticed he kept inching closer up your right thigh to close the gap, feeling how much deeper and shallower his hips had become. He never let go of your hand, opting to kiss the back of it whenever he felt like it.

“I can feel you’re close… you keep twitching around me,” Yeosang growled, holding back his pace momentarily.

Wooyoung backed off your neck, kissing your scent gland, then your lips, ultimately stopping you from jerking him off. You were confused as he tucked his length back into his boxers, sitting next to you as he waited. Yeosang fixed your legs around his waist, pulling you up to sit in his lap.

“Sorry—I need to kiss you,” Yeosang admitted as he mumbled, brushing his tongue against yours.

You rocked yourself down onto his length, using his knelt thighs as leverage. He let you, securing you upright with his hands on your upper back. He slid them down to your cheeks, guiding you down his shaft as he pulled away from your lips.

“I need you on your knees so Youngie can help you,” he instructed, cooing at your submissive look as you pathetically nodded—you couldn’t do much since he was thrusting you onto his length. “Can you hold yourself up, petal?”

“Yes,” you mewled, shaking in place when he stopped thrusting into you. When you gathered yourself, you slid his length out of you and raised yourself to your hands and knees.

You thought maybe you were going to sit on Wooyoung’s face, anticipating his tongue inside of you, but Yeosang lined himself with your core again and pushed back in. You let out a drawn-out moan, reaching at the pillows above you as you wanted to rip something. Yeosang gave you two thrusts to get comfortable before giving Wooyoung his cue.

Wooyoung lay on his back, wedging himself under you to face your core—where you and Yeosang were connected. He pulled your hips down closer to him as he tongued your clit, eating you out in a 69-position. You held yourself up on his bent knees, sobbing as Yeosang began fucking into you again. He needed you to come, for all of your sakes. Wooyoung suckled on your clit, licking up Yeosang’s length whenever he thrust in and out of you. He would giggle when he noticed you backing onto Yeosang and attempting to grind down against his tongue.

“Mmm~ ah~ I’m coming.” you groaned, scratching at Wooyoung’s thighs as your tail ran down Yeosang’s chest.

Yeosang wrapped your tail around his hand twice, keeping his other on your lower back as he angled his cock to your g-spot. He felt you twitching around him, looking down at you coming on his length. He didn’t halt for a moment, making sure your wave simmered for a while. Wooyoung drank you and all you had to offer, never letting up on your clit.

Yeosang leaned down on your back, propping himself up with his hands on either side of you on the bed, mindful not to crush Wooyoung below you. “You’re doing amazing, petal. I’m almost there…”

“Please, Yeosangie~” you begged, biting on Wooyoung’s knee.

“Ahh, yess~” Yeosang sucked in a breath, pulling you all the way down on his length as he came deep inside you.

Wooyoung moved from under you, licking his lips and wiping the excess essence off his mouth. You had fallen onto the bed as Yeosang pumped everything into you, hissing when he slid his length out of you. He turned you on your back, tugging you closer to him by your thighs. Yeosang was still in the middle of recovering from his orgasm, but he still wanted to take care of you. You had tears seeping out of your eyes, overwhelmed by pleasure.

He can’t admit it, but your crying turned him on more because of the situation—he brought tears to your eyes; it’s not like you were crying out of sadness.

“How are you feeling, beautiful?” Yeosang double-checked, kissing your collarbones and neck.

“Amazing,” you purred, combing his hair behind his ear like he did often. “Thank you...”

The canine in him was jumping for joy, but he sighed deeply, relieved.

“Wooyoung still wants to taste you, will you let him?” Yeosang asked, rubbing your inner thighs.

You peered over at Wooyoung, who was palming himself on the outside of his boxers. His eyes were glued to your glistening cunt underneath Yeosang’s cock, waiting for permission.

“Y-you’re not satisfied?” you stuttered, questioning Wooyoung.

“Baby girl, I can spend all night in between your legs,” Wooyoung clarified, biting his bottom lip.

“I wish he was lying.” Yeosang agreed with the younger, slightly growling at the idea of you sitting on his face. “I don’t blame him either…”

You blushed at their confessions, wanting to hide your face in your hands, but Yeosang placed another kiss on the corner of your lips, then your cheek, before leaving a final one on your lips.

Y-yes, he can,” you nodded, opening your legs wider.

Yeosang hummed, moving from in front of you while Wooyoung took his place, resting on his stomach in front of your core. “Don’t do it… just clean her up.”

“Yes, hyung,” Wooyoung purred, hooking his arms under your thighs like earlier. “It’s her heat after all, we can do it some other time.”

You wondered what they were referring to, curiosity leaving you when Wooyoung lapped at your clit, instantly shuddering at the overstimulation.

“Are you sure you can handle it, pretty? I might not stop.” Wooyoung pecked your vulva, licking your lower stomach.

“Yes.” you moaned, hooking your legs comfortably over his shoulders.

Wooyoung hummed, about to eat you out again until there was a ring downstairs. He frowned, looking up at Yeosang with a pout.

“I’ll answer it…” Yeosang reassured him, searching for the nearest pair of sweatpants and a tank after wiping himself off. “Clean her up well, don’t let anything escape.”

“Of course, hyung.” Wooyoung mumbled, lapping carefully at your cunt; ensuring no cum escaped you as he cleaned any residual essence with his tongue.

Your moans were music to their ears, praying that you’d ask them for assistance more often for your heats. As much as Yeosang would love to sit and watch, the doorbell rang twice, giving him the idea that it was Seonghwa.

“I’ll be back, don’t worry.” He informed you, pecking your forehead before excusing himself to answer the door.

Wooyoung pinned your legs to your stomach, already getting carried away. You jolted when he licked at your rim, instantly covering it with your tail.

He backed away, furrowing his eyebrows. “You don’t like that?”

Completely caught off guard, you were flushed. “I-I’ve never done it…”

“Would you like to? I’ll take my time.” He asked for your permission, not continuing till he got an answer.

You wordlessly shook your head, moving your tail out of the way for him to continue eating you out.

“Sorry, my love.” He blew cool air onto your clit before sucking on the bundle of nerves again with his tongue, wetting it with saliva.

As Yeosang reached downstairs, he could smell how your pheromones captivated the entirety of the house—even downstairs in the living room. Making sure his face was clean, he reached to unlock the door, swinging it open.

Both San and Mingi stood before him, both with exhausted expressions on their faces. Yeosang was taken aback, expecting Yunho maybe, but not his friends.

“Hello…” Yeosang greeted them, suddenly feeling awkward even though he hadn’t done anything wrong.

“Hello, Yeosang.” San couldn’t help but notice all the love bites on his neck and chest. He was 100% confident that Mingi could smell your pheromones radiating off him too.

“Um… should I get her ready? Are you bringing her back home?” Yeosang asked, secretly wishing that wasn’t the case.

Mingi shook his head. “She wanted you to take care of her, so please… make sure she’s okay.” Mingi glanced over at San’s straight face, rolling his eyes because of the situation you were in.

“We are—“ Yeosang was interrupted by a particularly high-pitched whine from you, shamelessly shooting straight to his cock.

Give him some grace; it has barely been five minutes since he finished with you.

San and Mingi tried their best not to react, remembering why they came here in the first place.

“Wooyoung is taking care of her too?” San questioned, ears flat on his head as he thought about it.

“That’s what she wanted.” Yeosang nodded, ears mirroring San’s.

Mingi took note of that. “But is that what you wanted?” He quizzed him, referring to his possession.

Yeosang shrugged. “It doesn’t matter what I want when it’s her heat.”

“Good answer.” Mingi hummed graciously, gesturing to the bag San was holding in his hand. “Yunho sent us a little care package for her; things she likes or may ask for—things that remind her of us.”

Yeosang took it from San’s hold, bowing as he thanked both of them. He couldn’t tell them that you didn’t want to be around them right now, so he’d see what you wanted to do with the items.

“I should probably… get going.” Yeosang said quietly, glancing at them slightly territorially.

Both of them agreed, preparing to head out until San spoke up again.

“Yeosang…”

“Yes, San-ah?”

“Please tell her… that we stopped by. And that we hope she’s alright.” He gave a taut smile, the corners of his lips faltering quickly.

“I will,” Yeosang reassured the younger, easing his nerves. “Thank you for stopping by.”

They bowed before walking away to their car. Yeosang gently closed the front door, locking it. Maybe he was the only one that felt it, but because of the circumstances and what they are, he felt completely awkward and exposed. Like he was doing something he wasn’t supposed to. He was literally fucking his friend’s ‘girlfriend’, who apparently stopped by and just accepted it for what it was. He chalked it up to it potentially being San; especially considering it was the both of you in the middle of conflict.

He headed back up the stairs to his room, hearing your moans progressively getting louder. When he entered, he saw Wooyoung hovered over you, balls deep inside of you.

You were dragged to the corner of the bed by Wooyoung; the Maine coon hybrid pushed the edge of the mattress down so that he could angle himself into your g-spot with ease. His cock was hanging outside of his fly again with your legs hooked uselessly over his arms.

Yeosang bit his bottom lip at the way your legs jiggled because of how hard Wooyoung thrusted into you, resting the bag on the bed beside your head.

Wooyoung glanced up at Yeosang, playfully rolling his eyes back as he moaned. “Hyung, she feels amazing.”

“I know… but talk to her, not me.” Yeosang mumbled, sitting above your head as he eyed where you and his friend were connected.

Wooyoung cooed at you hiccuping, kissing your tears away. “I bet you feel so good, you keep tightening around me.”

You could only cry, trailing your nails down his chest and over his nipple. Wooyoung hissed at that, adjusting your legs on his arms as he pounded deeper into you.

“You’re so pretty when you smile and talk; now hearing you whine and moan… all because of us. Maybe this is the prettiest sound I’ve heard from you yet.” Wooyoung flirted, licking at your nipple before biting down on it.

“She’s always been beautiful.” Yeosang complimented you, admiring how your face contorted.

Wooyoung giggled, “I know…” he bent down to whisper in your ear, making sure Yeosang didn’t hear him. “He’s also saying that because he likes you.”

“S-sangie~” you whimpered his name, arching your back off the bed. When you made eye contact with him, you tugged on the ends of his sweatpants, urging his attention.

Yeosang already knew what you wanted by the way you kept pursing your lips, leaning down to brush his thumb over your lower one. He licked his own, placing two passionate pecks on yours before deepening the kiss. Wooyoung let go of your nipple, savoring how you and Yeosang were making out; ecstatic for the both of you honestly. Raising the corner of the mattress back up, he wrapped your legs around his waist, holding your hips as he rocked into you fluidly.

You broke away from the kiss first, gripping onto Wooyoung’s wrists, thrashing against him.

“Oh my god, Wooyoung, faster, please.” you mewled, voice pitching higher.

Wooyoung grinned, flashing a saucy wink at Yeosang. Instead of speeding up, he thrusted antagonistically slowly, catching signs of your irritation. It was affecting him too, but he was trying to see how long it would take for you to notice.

You whined, shaking your head side to side as your toes curled. “N-no—Harder, something. I want to cum, Youngie~”

Suddenly, his relentless pace became gentle, making him hiss at his own actions.

“Damn, Y/n. You're delectable,” Wooyoung hummed, shaking as he would soon face his own overstimulation. “The boys are going to have to rip me off of you.”

Seeing as he wasn’t doing anything but talking, you caved in, gripping the back of his hair and pulling him closer to your face.

“What the hell are you doing?” you cocked your head to the side, shuddering as he stopped fucking you.

He chuckled darkly; he got you exactly where he wanted.

“Riling you up, is it working?” He tried to bend down to lick your lips, but you held him in place, shaking your head at him.

“It did… maybe you are a ‘brat’.” you hissed at him, causing him to purr. Yeosang knew it wasn’t going to take long for you to notice.

“What are you going to do about it?” He raised an eyebrow, thrusting deeply into you twice, making you throw your head back.

You couldn’t let him win, taking your hand out of his hair. “Lie on your back…”

“Yes, ma’am.”He mewled, dropping your legs from his waist as he pulled out of you.

Eagerly, he yanked his boxers off, admiring how his cock glistened with your slick as it fell against his stomach, still hard. You crawled over him, placing your leg over his lap as you lined yourself up with him; Wooyoung helped you sink down onto his length. He bit his bottom lip, groaning when you reached the base of his shaft. Taking hold of both of his wrists, you pinned them above his head, noticing how he preened at your assertion.

“Hold them there…” you mumbled, not really talking to him.

“What if I—“ he was immediately cut off when your hands were replaced by Yeosang’s stronger ones, leaning his head back to look at his hyung.

“You had it coming,” Yeosang shook his head, looking at you before nodding towards the bag. “Petal, a care package was brought for you; maybe something’s in there to help.”

Intrigued by Yeosang’s response, you reached for the familiar tote bag from your house, searching through it while you sat on Wooyoung. He tried bucking into you, but you just clenched around him—he clearly wasn’t learning his lesson.

The first thing you could see and smell were shirts from both San and Mingi… which would’ve made you happy… but not this time. You were thoroughly enjoying yourself without thinking about them or the situation.

So you ignored them, sifting deeper into the bag.

You pulled out your trusty wand vibrator, mentally thanking them for at least bringing you that. However, you caught note of a scent familiar to you. Pulling it out, a sweet vanilla aroma emitted from a shirt—it was Yunho’s, and it smelled exactly like him. Even if he wasn’t a hybrid, you adored his vanilla scent, wanting it away from San and Mingi’s.

To maintain the scent, you tossed their shirts on the other side of the bed, keeping Yunho’s in the tote; Yeosang mentally acknowledged that, but kept quiet about it. You held your vibrating wand instead, teasingly showing Wooyoung your new toy.

“It seems like you want to be used, Wooyoungie~” You bent down to kiss him, ignoring the slight ache in your stomach just so you could get back at him.

When you parted, he gulped hard, completely aroused. “At your disposal…”

This was a change of pace that you weren’t used to; usually being the submissive one was familiar to you, feeling more comfortable there. However, there were moments somewhere in the back of your mind when the guys would absolutely beg for you during their ruts.

Even if you didn’t want to admit it, the way San’s face would contort, or the way Mingi’s groans would get higher-pitched and airy—your favorite being Yunho, who’d pant more often, only remembering to breathe for air occasionally.

You always wanted to explore that side more.

Biting your bottom lip, you came up with an idea, looking at Yeosang. “Do you want to help keep him quiet?”

Yeosang twitched in his sweatpants at the change in personality, intrigued by your question. “If he doesn’t stop talking, I might.”

“Oh my god, thank you, Y/N.” Wooyoung moaned, amusing you already.

“Youngie… I haven’t done anything yet.” you giggled, slowly feeling a different kind of burn inside of you.

“I-I’ll tell you what I mean after. Please, do something.”

You hummed, resting your wand on the bed just an arm’s distance away from you as you fixed yourself on top of him. Tapping Wooyoung’s thighs, you silently commanded him to prop his knees up to assist you as you rode him. Yeosang fixed both his positioning behind Wooyoung and his grip on his wrists, infatuated by it all.

With your hands on his chest, you raised your hips up, starting off slow just to get into rhythm. Wooyoung let out audible purrs, vibrating heavily from his chest through your arms and into your shoulders—you thought his dilated eyes were gorgeous, noticeably contrasting with his hair and pretty beauty mark.

He attempted to buck into you, but you shook your head, tsking. “Keep them still.”

“You’re moving too slow, pretty.” he pouted, almost doing it again until he stopped himself.

You gave him a sly smirk, cocking an eyebrow. “You take what I give you…”

“I think you should listen to her,” Yeosang added darkly, reminding him that he isn’t in the best position.

Wooyoung gulped, obediently nodding at the both of you. He was indescribably ecstatic—to be used by the both of you; with you in heat and this completely new, dominant version of Yeosang, it was like heaven to him.

So, you continued at your excruciatingly slow pace, even if it slightly hurt you in the process. Watching his face wither before you, listening to the way he responded—how his body responded. The way he was trembling underneath you was your favorite part; you noticed it during times when he would try to delay his orgasm, twitching inside of you. Eventually, you caught your rhythm, pushing his legs flat on the bed, leaning forward to rest some of your weight on him.

Your body had a mind of its own, rocking yourself onto his length as you mewled, still in tune with the burn inside of you. Wooyoung began to whine more, curling his toes as he couldn’t do much, yearning to lick your beautiful breasts. Yeosang removed his sweatpants with his free hand, feeling too confined in them, never loosening his hold.

“Have you always been this bratty, Youngie?~” you purred, hiding behind a mewl as your hips didn’t stop, enveloping all of Wooyoung.

He was too busy moaning to really respond, registering what you said only a minute after. “T-took you long enough to notice.”

“I feel offended that you would act so to me,” you gave him a faux pout, running one hand up to his neck, then back down to his light abs. “I should’ve expected such from you.”

“I’m sorry, pretty.” His eyes glossed over with genuineness.

Too bad you were officially in a mood.

“No you’re not,” you shook your head, landing a particularly hard thrust onto him. Air knocked out of his lungs as he arched his body off the bed momentarily. “I can be just as bratty.”

“I’d like to see that.” Wooyoung panted, winking playfully at you.

You rolled your eyes at him, making Yeosang chuckle; now you get to see what he deals with on a regular basis.

You picked up the pace this time, wincing at the ache in your stomach as more slick pooled out of you and down Wooyoung’s cock.

Yeosang bent down to whisper to Wooyoung, who was shamelessly moaning and admiring your essence in its glory. “I’m starting to get jealous…” he playfully joked, but his canine wasn’t.

“Get a grip,” Wooyoung said through gritted teeth, twitching at a high-pitched whine you let out, accidentally bucking up into you. Thankfully, you didn’t notice.

“I think I have that handled pretty well, actually.” Yeosang lightly squeezed his hand around the younger’s wrists.

Wooyoung attempted to tug against his hands, only to find out he was completely immovable, no matter what force he put into it.

“Fuck, I want to cum so bad.” Wooyoung sucked in a sharp breath, twitching occasionally inside of you.

A smirk appeared on your lips, side-eyeing Yeosang. He caught you looking at him, cocking his head to the side as he could physically see the gears turning in your head. Leaning in, you whispered something only for him to hear, purring when he agreed with what you had in mind.

“I’m sure he’ll like that…” He mumbled, his own tail swaying at the thought.

“Like what?~”Wooyoung asked, softly panting as he neared the edge, arching off the bed. “Beautiful—my goddess—can I please cum?”

You absolutely preened at that nickname, feeling completely divine, allowing him permission. Yeosang released most of his grip on Wooyoung’s wrists, allowing him to pull his arm down towards his chest as he came. Relieving him of his high, you lazily rode him until he stopped shaking, completely dazed out; Yeosang was rubbing his chest to soothe him.

Peering down at him, he hungrily stared back at you, wanting to kiss you.

Only if you let him have it.

“Youngie~” you cooed at him, ensuring he was focused on you. “Are you okay?”

He was breathing steadily, scanning you up and down with furrowed eyebrows. “Damn… is it your heat or mine?” He huffed, licking his lips subconsciously.

You giggled, “Definitely mine.” Joining Yeosang, you ran your hand down Wooyoung’s stomach, resting your weight on him. “Can you handle one more?”

He nodded eagerly, nestling himself back into the mattress. Before Yeosang put his hands back above his head, he called his name.

“Wooyoung,” the younger one tilted his head back to look at his hyung. “Keep your head like that, open your mouth…” Yeosang ordered, sitting up on his knees.

“Is this what you two planned?” Wooyoung quickly put two and two together, biting his lip before doing as instructed.

“Yes, is that okay?” you asked him—Yeosang was kind enough to put a folded pillow under Wooyoung’s neck.

“Absolutely~” He had his tongue out when Yeosang hooked his length over the band of his briefs, lining himself up with his mouth.

Letting go of his wrists, he let Wooyoung do whatever he wanted with them; who eventually chose to wrap them around Yeosang’s thighs as he slipped between his lips. Yeosang’s eyebrows were knitted already, this position was new for him and Wooyoung was already licking against him, trying to make him sink more into his throat.

You contracted around Wooyoung’s length, seeing yourself in him at that moment, always knowing how much you could handle. You watched as Yeosang slowly thrusted to get more comfortable fucking Wooyoung’s throat—unable to help running your finger down the outline of it. Yeosang scooted closer so that his knees were aligned with the sides of Wooyoung’s head, not only to situate himself better, but to get closer to you.

“Are you ready?” you asked Yeosang, leaning closer to him, missing his lips.

Yeosang stilled his hips for a moment, deepening the kiss as best he could without hurting Wooyoung. But when you pulled back, he nodded. “Yes, petal.”

Yes, you planned for Yeosang to fuck Wooyoung’s throat to keep him quiet, but it was for a reason. He wanted to play with you earlier, now you were in a playful mood.

Yeosang picked up his pace again, grabbing the vibrating wand next to Wooyoung as he turned it up to the second level, and pressing it against the base of Wooyoung’s shaft. The younger muffled a cry, accidentally bucking into you as the vibrations were sudden—instead, it led you to jumpstart.

Leaning your palms and weight onto his hip bones, you began riding him again, except your rhythm was faster and harder than before; essentially thrusting yourself down onto him like you wanted him to earlier. This was your idea—hopefully to tame the brat and drain him.

The vibrations from Wooyoung’s throat as he mewled caused Yeosang to groan, dropping his head down. Your moans bounced off the walls and into their ears, along with the squelches of the copious slick seeping out of you. Wooyoung was beyond overstimulated, but he didn’t know the next time he would be this content, so he was enjoying it all.

Wooyoung removed his hands from Yeosang’s thighs to weakly hold your waist, guiding you up and down his length as much as you wanted. Yeosang rested the palm of his free hand on the younger’s chest to balance himself, groaning once more as he cursed under his breath.

“Fuck, Wooyoung~” you bent down to bite around his nipple, but not on it, making him shiver. “Give me a sign if you’re okay.”

He ran his hands to your backside, squeezing the meat of it before spanking it playfully. You mewled at that, accepting it for an answer. His hands stayed on your backside as he helped you slam down on him, already so close to his next orgasm considering it hasn’t been long since his last one.

Your hips started to stutter, feeling like you were about to cum; your dominance was slowly slipping away from you even though you tried so hard to grasp onto it. Yeosang noticed by how frequent you were whining, angling the wand under both your clit and against Wooyoung’s shaft.

You stopped moving, bucking against the toy as you lost control of your body. Wooyoung tapped Yeosang’s thigh frantically, signaling the elder to remove himself; so Yeosang obliged. He took the toy out of Yeosang’s hand, sitting up as he held it for the both of you momentarily. Wooyoung crashed his lips onto yours, tasting a faint bit of coffee on his tongue that you… suddenly craved so much. Since you became distracted by the wand and kissing him, he guided your hand to it instead so he could rock you onto him, unwilling to end the makeout.

Yeosang rested against the headboard, stroking himself languidly. He still wanted to kiss you, but you were too preoccupied with Wooyoung—so long as you were enjoying yourself.

Removing your lips from his, you tightly held onto him as you came all over him once more, officially satiated for the day. Wooyoung jerked against the toy, coming himself and feeling spent for the time being. Becoming exhausted suddenly, he brought you down on the bed with him as you both recovered. The toy fell from your hand, continuously buzzing on the bed until Yeosang reached for it, cutting his own orgasm to turn it off.

He took it upon himself to wet the rags for the both of you in his restroom, fixing himself decently before returning. When he left the restroom, Wooyoung hovered over you again, but it was to leave your heat without spilling anything, helping you shuffle closer to the pillows so you could lay down.

Yeosang walked up to him, handing him a rag to clean himself. “Are you okay? Was I too much?”

Wooyoung chuckled, wiping his face. “I’m already planning what to do for our rut,” he said, patting his shoulder as he walked off to clean himself. “Please, check on Y/n…”

When he glanced at you, your tail was still wrapped around your thigh, but looser this time, with your legs closed together. Yeosang sat in front of you, planting a kiss on your knee, which made you smile.

“May I?” he asked softly, humming when you allowed him to clean you up. “I hope we weren’t too much.”

You shook your head, purring involuntarily. “Not at all.”

“I’m glad,” Yeosang said with a slight smile, feeling a sense of reality now that your first wave was satiated. “How do you feel?”

“Like I’m on cloud nine…”

“Me too,” he agreed shyly.

Your legs would jerk here and there when he wiped around very sensitive areas of your body, and you reassured Yeosang whenever he apologized for it, even though nothing was his fault.

“Sangie?”

“Yes, petal?”

“… Thank you for getting me,” you pouted, catching his attention as he momentarily stopped. “And for taking care of me… you could’ve sent me home.”

“Of course, anytime… But you sounded very reluctant to go in the first place. May I ask what happened?” He questioned, hoping for some kind of resolve. Instead, you turned your head away, ears falling on your head; Yeosang’s own mirrored yours. “We can talk about it later.”

When he finished cleaning you, he offered you anything to put on or asked if you were fine as is—you requested a shirt and some briefs. He helped dress you, testing the waters by planting subtle pecks on any exposed skin he came across.

“I hope you don’t mind…” he mumbled, leaving one on your thigh as he raised his briefs over your backside.

“I don’t.” You ran your hand through his hair as he stood up, letting it lightly fall to your lap.

His clothes smelled just like him. You lifted the collar to inhale his pheromones—the coffee and fresh laundry combination was definitely more therapeutic and relaxing than what you got at home; not that Mingi’s and San’s weren’t your favorites. But it felt very homey in a way, close to Yunho’s vanilla.

“Would you want to scent me?” he asked, snapping you out of your thoughts.

You dropped the collar of his shirt down, scooting over to the middle of the bed so that he could rest in his designated spot. Once he was situated, you hooked your leg over his lap, sitting in it while his hands delicately rested on your waist. He tilted his neck for you, giving you a small nod to begin whenever you wanted.

You placed your nose against his scent gland, scenting his pheromones straight from the source—which he amplified for you. The coffee and fresh laundry scent was a refreshing contrast to what you were used to at home. This wasn’t to say San and Mingi’s weren’t your favorite scents, but it was definitely an alluring change. It lured you in so deeply that you didn’t register yourself lapping and nipping at his scent gland.

“Do you like to bite it?” he broke the silence, making your eyes flutter open as you realized what you were doing.

You pulled away, quickly apologizing. “Sorry, Yeosang… I should’ve asked you first.”

“Do you want to bite it?” he asked again, patiently waiting for an answer.

“I-I…” He was unusually calm about the question, but you did want to taste him. “… May I?”

He tilted his head again, giving you silent permission. Holding onto his shoulders, you lapped at his scent gland again, preparing yourself. After feeling comfortable, you positioned your teeth right where you wanted them, biting down on his scent gland.

The moment his pheromones bled onto your tongue, you instantly closed your eyes, breathing softly. The first initial taste was light, as if you were walking into a laundromat and tasting the air. Within seconds, his coffee pheromones seeped through—instead of being bitter, it reminded you of the coffee you usually bought at the shop next to work. It was sweet, but not overbearing, while still maintaining that rich, dark roast aroma you learned to like so much.

However, he wasn’t whining like when you’d bite San and Mingi, causing you to remove your mouth from his neck and lap at the bite. When you pulled back, it was like nothing happened—he was just smiling at you.

“Did you enjoy it?” He tapped his fingers on the curve of your back, noticing how confused you looked.

“Your pheromones are lovely… but why didn’t you react?” You were genuinely curious, never meeting a hybrid who didn’t react to a bite.

Yeosang shrugged. “Unfortunately, I just can’t. Something to do with my breed being the first ones tested on and our hierarchy; I’ve only ever reacted to other Doberman hybrids biting me. I’ve been meaning to ask Hongjoong about it, but I’ve also gone so long without it to really care.”

Your tail swayed behind you now, intrigued by Yeosang. “How did you feel when you were bit?”

He looked up at the ceiling, searching for an answer. “If I have to be completely honest… I don’t remember. I knew it felt amazing at the time, but it’s been a really long time.”

“I feel bad… it’s like you’re missing out.” Your ears dropped on your head, feeling almost sorry for him.

Yeosang chuckled, displaying his canines. “I don’t think I’m missing out on much.”

When he flashed his pointy teeth, you couldn’t help but swipe your thumb against his bottom lip, watching as his lips parted naturally.

“Your teeth…” you mumbled, lightly placing the pad of your index finger against the pointy tips, noticing how he playfully bit down on it like earlier.

“What about them?” he asked, pulling you closer on top of him, feeling suddenly intimate again.

Gulping, you brushed your hair out of the way, leaning in closer to him. “Can you… bite me?”

“Is that what you want?”

“Very much.”

Yeosang was a little hesitant, unsure of how you’d react. “I just want you to know my bite… the effects are on the stronger side—again, something to do with my hierarchy. But I’m sure you’ll feel amazing.”

“Please.” You begged, closing your eyes as you waited.

Yeosang rested his right hand on the slope of your neck, his other on the middle of your back. Mirroring you, he also closed his eyes, licking long stripes against your scent gland. Unlike the others, it already had you shivering, holding onto the sides of his shirt to stabilize yourself. Once he found the perfect spot to bite, you felt his canines first as they sunk into your scent gland.

Instantly, your body felt like it was floating; it buzzed and tingled in a way you’d never experienced before, rising from your legs to your chest and head. After your first time when Mingi accidentally bit you, you technically blacked out. Any time after that, it made you submissive—which is the main purpose. But this bite had your vision going blurry, and you felt the most submissive you ever had. He held your loose body closer to him as you lost grip, lolling your head to the side while your lower half lightly bucked against him.

It had been a while since he bit anyone—not even Wooyoung, although it’s rare. He reveled in how you tasted—sweet, not too bitter like some chocolates, yet exactly like ripened strawberries. Although he would’ve loved to stay clasped to your neck, you kept grinding on him, which slowly started to affect him as he had denied himself an orgasm not too long ago. He lapped at the bite, ensuring it was soothed as you let out soft whines.

Wooyoung had returned—he’d changed into more comfortable clothes—while Yeosang had removed his mouth from your neck, noticing how your body was practically all dead weight while he took care of you. Yeosang rested your head on his chest, placing his chin on top of your crown as he calmed you down.

“It wasn’t too intense, was it?” he whispered to you, checking up on you.

You pushed yourself up as best you could with your hands on his chest, shaking your head at his words. His bite was everything you’d been hoping for, especially his canines that you had wished to feel so desperately.

“Can I kiss you?” you asked, purring against him, still not acknowledging Wooyoung in the room.

Yeosang gave you permission with a gentle smile. “You don’t have to ask that anymore.”

And you appreciated that, enjoying the comfort Yeosang and Wooyoung offered you. You were the one who pulled him into a kiss, feeling his right arm wrap around your waist to hold you. Unbeknownst to you, both of you were satisfying each other’s cravings—you wanted his bite, he wanted to kiss you—everything felt a little… perfect.

Wooyoung decided to leave you two alone for a bit, knowing Yeosang likes you a lot and probably wants to spend some time with you. He also noted that you were probably into Yeosang more than you thought; you just hadn’t acknowledged it yet. Instead, he used this window to prepare food for the three of you, deciding not to risk making something you wouldn’t like; he just had to be quick since he was unsure when your next wave would hit.

He made a couple of small sandwiches, included some electrolyte drinks, and brought some chocolates in case you wanted them. After being satisfied with his choices, he made his way back to Yeosang’s room, where the two of you had finally broken the make-out session. When you pulled away, you caught sight of the delicate look in his eyes, instantly becoming shy as you buried your face in his chest.

“Cute.” He complimented you, turning his head to Wooyoung. “Thank you for bringing food.”

“No problem. The two of you seemed to be enjoying yourselves; I didn’t want to interrupt,” even after everything, he still teased you—but you wouldn’t change it for anything. “Y/n, is another wave on the way? Can you eat?”

Removing your face from Yeosang’s chest, showing off your pink cheeks, you shook your head. “I can eat; I’m pretty satiated for a while.”

“Great,” he rested the tray of items on the nightstand temporarily, making grabby hands at you. “I want to cuddle you now…”

You giggled at how cute he was, patting the spot next to Yeosang as he excitedly sat down. Although you’d love to stay close to Yeosang, you did want to cuddle Wooyoung, loving how his fluffy tail always kept you warm. You gave Yeosang one last peck, rubbing his chest with your hand.

“He’ll get grouchy after a while; we have all the time in the world to catch up,” Yeosang reassured you, unwrapping his arms from your waist.

“N-no I won’t.” Wooyoung attempted to lie…

“That wasn’t convincing,” Yeosang bickered, ignoring the empty threats Wooyoung was whispering in his ear.

You crawled into Wooyoung’s lap, both of your legs crossed over his as you still wanted to look at Yeosang, resting the side of your head on Wooyoung’s chest now. Then you caught a whiff of his pheromones, tilting your head to his scent gland and inhaling lightly.

“Can I bite your scent gland, Youngie?” you asked softly, pressing your nose against it.

“Ooo, beautiful. I would love that, but if you do, you might have to deal with the consequences of your actions,” he chuckled, giving you a kiss on the lips. “Maybe when your next wave comes. I need you to eat.”

“Okay.” You hummed, resting your head back onto his chest.

He brought the plate over, allowing you to take a small sandwich, offering one to Yeosang next before taking one himself. After the three of you had eaten quite a bit and finished your electrolytes, a small question had been lingering in the back of Yeosang’s mind.

“Y/n… can I ask you something?” he turned closer toward you and Wooyoung, careful to watch your facial expressions.

“Of course,” you mumbled, too busy scenting Wooyoung, who was amplifying his pheromones and purring.

“Yunho mentioned something about you having a heat earlier this month… what caused this one?” he asked, confused.

Two heats weren’t a well-known thing, definitely not to him and definitely not to Wooyoung, whose ears perked up at hearing that.

“This is your second?” Wooyoung peered down at you, noticing how your ears went down, then quietly apologized.

You shrugged, not sure yourself. “I was just really infuriated at work—at my… stupid-ass manager. She kind of exposed a lot of things, and next thing I know, my body started experiencing heat symptoms.”

“Maybe it was stress heat…?” Yeosang guessed, unsure himself. “Even so, you’d have to be really stressed for that to happen. Was it because of the club?”

“It was that, among other things,” you rolled your eyes, slowly getting irritated again. “She’s just a terrible person… I’m thankful San warned me about her, at least.”

“What happened?” Wooyoung asked, rubbing your shoulder.

“She doesn’t want to talk about it right now…” Yeosang’s words trailed off when you shook your head, stopping him.

“It’s okay,” you reassured him, feeling comfortable enough to talk about it now. “She’s San’s ex; I didn’t find out until a couple of days ago when he picked me up from work. Before I found out, things she told me about herself weren’t exactly adding up, but then at midnight today… I caught them making out in front of our store. Afterwards, she sent some links to her anonymous camgirl site… turns out the videos were of her and San’s sex tapes.”

“What the hell?! First of all, that’s a lot,” Wooyoung exclaimed, his ears turning down. “But that must’ve been the videos he was rambling about…”

You removed your nose from his scent gland to look up at him. “You talked to San?”

“Well yes, the poor guy sounded so distraught and told me about videos being sent to you, but he never elaborated. He has sex tapes?”

“Apparently,” you shrugged, unable to look him in the eye anymore. “I’m not sure how recent they are, I’m not sure if it’s new at all. All I know is that it’s them and honestly… I believe it. I caught them kissing, so how hard would it be?” You sounded bitter about it, which caught Yeosang’s attention.

“How did you catch them?” Yeosang asked.

“She wrote on our business card for a bouquet I made for him; some weird message on the back with the address circled. It was specifically in his bouquet—no one else’s. Seeing as he wasn’t home, I could only assume.”

“Are you dating San? Your manager said that when I picked you up earlier.”

“No, we aren’t. He actually told her that… to protect me, now that I think about it,” you rolled your eyes, laying your head on Wooyoung’s chest. “I just don’t understand why he went or why he kissed her.”

“Well, your manager is a piece of shit, and I’m going to beat San’s ass next time I see him,” Wooyoung cursed both his friend and your manager. “Him and his drama potentially forced you into heat.”

“I don’t want to say it’s his fault because I don’t know who to blame. Maybe it’s me.”

“It’s not you,” Yeosang shook his head, denying it instantly. “San needs to speak with you and sort it out immediately. Why didn’t he tell you all of this before?”

“I really, really, don’t know. I don’t know what his reasoning could be. I guess I’m just waiting for him to talk to me.”

“Let’s change topic,” Wooyoung waved his hand in the air, dismissing the previous conversation. “How are you feeling? Is anything coming?”

You paused momentarily, checking if you felt anything; instead, it was just the usual dull ache after being satiated. “No, you’ll know though.”

“I have to get some things for you. Yunho sent me a list of things you’d like, to ensure your heat is comfortable,” Yeosang reminded himself, but also let you know.

“Or you could introduce me to new things.” You fluttered your eyelashes at him, making his ear perk up, suddenly flustered by your flirting.

His tail swung like a pendulum. “If that’s what you’d like…”

“I would like it…” you purred, suddenly wanting to bite him again—for him to bite you again. “The both of you introduced me to a couple of new things today.”

Yeosang was blushing, but Wooyoung was pretty normal about it. “It’s natural for us since we help each other a lot, but I hope it didn’t seem like we weren’t paying attention to you. I reveled in your taste, and the sounds you made—to be honest, it’s replaying as I speak to you right now…”

“Oh my god, Wooyoung,” you covered your face with your hands, making him chuckle as he placed loving pecks on the side of your face. “No, everything was perfect. I’m grateful I didn’t have to spend it alone.”

“You were going to?” he asked.

“I might have. I didn’t want to spend it with either San or Mingi because of how upset I was. And Yunho… I love him, but heats are long.”

“Hopefully when you get back, everything will be sorted out,” Yeosang stated, stretching a little and rolling his shoulders.

‘When you get back…’

“I don’t want to go back…” you confessed, catching both of their attention, concerned. “Just yet. I’d like it if I could stay here, for at least two more days.”

“Why not?” Wooyoung shrugged, seeing no issue with the idea—Yeosang was silently thrilled by it.

“Let me at least call Seonghwa to inform him on what’s going on; he’s probably concerned. I’ll start clean—” Yeosang planned on leaving the bed to prepare your official heat with them, only for you to reach for his hand, pulling him back on the bed.

“Where are you going…?” you asked gently, halfway off of Wooyoung.

You may not have noticed it, but Yeosang and Wooyoung glanced at each other, almost as if they were silently exchanging words.

“Yah, you heard the lady. Sit down.” Wooyoung faked a scolding at his hyung, switching plans with Yeosang. “Y/n, you should go back to him; he’s really good at cuddling.”

You were intrigued, giving Wooyoung a sweet kiss on his jawline before you shuffled back over to Yeosang. He welcomed you with open arms, allowing you to get comfortable first—settling for close contact and being near his pheromones. Before he left, Wooyoung quickly leaned in and gave you another kiss on the lips before leaving the room again.

“Hey! Where ar—“

“I’ll be back, sweetheart. I have to call Seonghwa-hyung.” He quickly said, shutting the door behind him.

“Well, he left fast…” you muttered, huffing.

“He’s usually like that,” Yeosang informed you, easily believing it. He looked down when your tail went to wrap around his arm, bringing it over your waist. He got the message, resting it there. “What do you like to do during your downtime?”

“Sleep, cuddle, talk,” you listed, sitting up on his lap as he held you. “Funnily enough… I can’t help it, but I want to…”

His eyes looked down at your lips, then back at your eyes, waiting. “Want to?”

“I want to keep… kissing you.” you confessed, thinking about his lips all over you again.

Yeosang licked his own lips, suppressing his canine as best he could. “I was thinking the same thing…”

You were over at Seonghwa’s for the weekend, observing how he brought his drawing of a dress to life. He had a mannequin torso on a rolling stand in front of you, pinning the pieces of fabric off different patterns together before deciding what embellishments he wanted to add. It was a nice experience, watching and studying over some tea and cake.

Throughout your first couple of hours there, Yeosang was nowhere to be found, which alarmed you. Wooyoung wasn’t too worried, figuring he was probably working out. But hours passed with no sign of him, and that had you concerned. Still, with Wooyoung dragging you everywhere to cuddle, you managed to take too long of a nap.

When you woke up, it was already two in the morning. You only woke because of Wooyoung’s snoring, which startled you awake. Since he was so noisy, you decided it was best to head to your own room.

Rubbing the sleep from your eyes, you quietly left his room, heading downstairs with your eyes half open. It was quiet, yet the television was on for some odd reason—you reminded yourself to turn it off before you went to sleep, maybe Seonghwa came to watch something. Ignoring it, you waddled toward your room door, but stopped when you heard a noise. At first you thought nothing of it, twisting the doorknob, until you heard another sound—something like frustration and desperation.

Slowly turning around, you noticed Yeosang for the first time all day. He was holding himself up on the couch with one hand, pressing the other into a cushion. With the pale light from the TV, the way he was positioned—and the desperate, almost pathetic sounds he was making—froze you where you stood, watching the scene unfold.

“Why now?” he muttered, baring his teeth as he pressed the folded throw pillow into the couch, rocking his clothed tent against the rough material. “Just one.”

Is how many times he needed to cum before convincing himself to take all this to his room. At first, he was just resting on the couch after being stuck in the gym all day, panting as prerut hit him. After a while, he moved, rutting against the pillow beneath him; the friction was enough to set his rut off. He was frustrated and desperate, having been at this for thirty minutes with no release. He’d tossed his sweats aside long ago.

What helped him through was the thought of you—mainly kissing you. He knew you’d said you liked kissing more than sex; he understood now. He gripped the pillow tighter, humping it while trying to keep quiet. He didn’t want to wake anyone.

Except you were already up, watching everything unfold in front of you.

Your tail curled around your thigh, blushing as you realized he’d been trying to get off this whole time. “Yeo…Sangie?”

Yeosang froze, softly panting but stopping his hips. Without turning toward you, he sat up on his calves, ears and tail poking up together as he hesitantly looked your way.

“Hey Y-Y/n,” he stuttered, trying his best to ignore the pain. Of all people, he should be embarrassed, but he was glad it was you who found him.

“Where… were you all day?” you asked, taking a step closer as you watched him clutch the pillow to his body.

Trying to conceal himself, he cleared his throat. “Downstairs. I actually just made it upstairs not too long ago.”

You could smell his pheromones growing stronger as you got closer, already knowing what was going on. “Sangie… I can help you, you know?”

Yeosang mentally cursed, knowing he should’ve gone to his room instead. When you asked, a sharp pain stabbed his abdomen, making him hiss.

“I’m fine, I can handle it.” He tried to dismiss you, planting his feet on the ground to stand.

You reached for him, gliding your hand from his shoulder to his neck. You wrapped your hand around it, tilting his head back so he had to look at you.

“Can I help you?” you asked again, not letting go as you bent down to peck him. You didn’t squeeze, but he liked the idea that you could if you wanted.

Yeosang melted into the kiss instantly, biting his bottom lip, pupils dilating. He nodded, completely whipped. “Yes…”

Moving in front of him, you gently pushed his back flush against the couch. He relaxed into the cushion, eyeing your every move. He covered his tent with the throw pillow, watching you bend down to kiss him briefly, then chase your lips when you pulled away. You knelt in front of Yeosang, looking up with a pleased expression.

“What were you doing?” you asked gently, running your hands along his thighs. You knew, but you wanted to hear him say it.

Pulling the pillow closer, he told you the truth. “Helping myself with the pillow… I didn’t mean for you to catch me.”

“Someone once told me you don’t like asking for help, but I’d love to help you,” you purred, slowly bringing your hands to the corners of the pillow. “Won’t you ask me?”

Yeosang gulped heavily, loosening his grip as you waited for the words. He went shy very quickly. “Y/n… can you help me with my rut?”

“My pleasure.” You hummed, seeing him relax as you settled into the mood.

“You smell like Wooyoung…” His canine wasn’t thrilled, but he’d rather hear you out first.

“I was in his room—just woke up, actually.” You mumbled against his hip bone as you moved the pillow, raising his shirt slightly. “Then I came down and saw you…”

He lifted his hips as you helped pull his boxers to his ankles, watching his cock rest against his stomach. Yeosang blushed, not only from your touch but from his rut. He felt extremely hot, noticing his body temperature as you caressed his thigh.

“We should take this to my room,” you suggested, reaching for his cock to stroke it slowly.

Yeosang bit his lip, shaking his head. “I can’t… I can’t move right now. I’m sorry.”

“Don’t apologize,” you kissed his length, trailing from base to tip. “I’ve always wanted to taste you, Sangie.”

“Don’t talk like that…” Yeosang shook his head, clenching his fists. “I like it too much.”

You purred, swaying your lower half as you gave him long, slow stripes along the underside of his cock. Yeosang’s jaw dropped, shuddering and panting, unsure what to do with his hands.

“Well, I like it when you let loose, and you don’t seem to be doing that.” You teased, kitten-licking the head of his cock.

Yeosang lowered himself on the couch, spreading his legs as he rested his head on the backrest. “Once you get comfortable, I will.”

Now fully awake, you eagerly took Yeosang in your mouth. Dribbling saliva along his tip, you took the soft head in, tasting precum that resembled the coffee you’d grown to love. You loved how he felt in your mouth, loosening your jaw and hollowing your cheeks. Since he was a similar length to Yunho, you knew what you could handle.

Taking more of him, you fluttered your ears, wanting his attention. Through pants, he dragged his fingers across your scalp, moving your hair so he could see you. Your eyes were closed, purring as you bobbed your head, craving more of his touch.

Yeosang’s hips bucked too early, catching you off guard. “I—Wa-wait.” He tried to warn you, but still came too soon, flushed with embarrassment, moaning as quiet as he could. “I was already close earlier, I was already close earlier, I was already close earli—”

You shrugged; having him in your mouth was enough to please you. What made you pause was a loud yawn that froze you both, looking toward the staircase. Yeosang panicked, unsure what to do.

As for you? He was in rut, and he got you in the mood—you didn’t care. He quickly realized that.

“Thirsty~” Seonghwa yawned, mumbling as he waddled to the kitchen.

You heard Seonghwa, but you also felt Yeosang’s cock throbbing in your throat, letting out a muffled moan. Yeosang’s eyes flew open, searching for something to cover you. There was a throw blanket in reach; he prayed Seonghwa wouldn’t come closer as he covered you. The last thing he saw was you pop off his length to stroke him.

“Yeosangie?” His ears shot up, startled by his own name.

Looking behind him, Yeosang saw Seonghwa in the kitchen, closer to the stairs, squinting. “Sangie? Is that you?” He stood there with a glass of water, smacking his lips—maybe he didn’t notice.

“Y-yes hyung?”

Trying not to react, you deepthroated Yeosang under the covers. You wanted to taste more, all while eager to please. So you bobbed your head steadily, tail flickering under the blanket. You could feel his legs tense against you, trying his best not to react with his hyung in the room.

“Why are you up so late?” Seonghwa asked, stepping forward.

“Oh! Uh…” Yeosang’s hand trailed under the blanket, resting on the back of your head, wanting to press you down on his length. “Couldn’t sleep. But I’m heading upstairs soon.”

“Okay. I should check if Y/N’s asleep…” Seonghwa started walking toward the couch, definitely making Yeosang nervous now. You couldn’t hear, lost in your rhythm.

“She’s asleep!” Yeosang practically jumped, making Seonghwa stop a few feet away. “We were watching a movie, but she went to bed early.” He lied, barely holding it together as you took him deeper. Your nose hit his happy trail, your throat bobbing against him.

Seonghwa shrugged, turning to head back upstairs. “Alright, well, don’t be up too late.” Yeosang listened to the soft drag of his slippers disappear, feeling his heart beat soft

“No problem, huh-hyung,” he managed to say, gripping your hair. The moment Seonghwa was gone, he ripped the blanket off, noticing you were still in zen mode. The only thing that changed was you now had all of him in your mouth.

He threw his head back against the couch, groaning shamelessly as he rolled his hips. “I-I don’t know if I want you to stop or to continue, my god.”

You giggled, purring; he’d have to stop you, because you weren’t going to. He enjoyed it for a while, gripping your hair and unknowingly fucking your throat. You let him, practically vibrating from your own purrs. When he started to get sensitive—and when you massaged his balls—he finally pulled you off. His brows were knitted, completely taken aback by how ethereal you looked, blissed out.

“You… do you like it that much?” he asked, catching his breath as he held you. You nodded in his grasp. “I’d love to, but I need to… touch you.”

Placing your hands on his knees, you pushed yourself up to kiss him, slotting your tongues together desperately. As you stood, he loosened his grip, dropping his hand to your wrist before you pulled away.

“Do you want to pull them off of me?” you offered, letting him choose who would undress you.

Yeosang wasted no time, tearing your pajama pants and underwear down your legs, watching you kick them away. Your hips were perfectly in line with his head, and he licked his lips, suddenly pulling you closer. He started with pecks to your lower stomach, then quickly moved to your cunt, eagerly lapping his tongue against your clit and between your slick folds.

“Aah~ but wait, Sangie—”

You stopped him, earning a small growl. “Lay down.”

Slick dripped as you lay on your stomach beside him, placing the throw pillow under your hips for support and access. He seized the opportunity, turning to sit behind you and eat you out better; he held you close by your thighs and hips for stability. You meowed softly into the armrest, bringing your tail down to caress his face and neck. The tip of his tongue focused on your clit while he tongued your entrance, making you ache with want. You gripped the armrest, backing your cunt against his mouth—he had no problem with that, lapping up everything you gave.

“You’re getting too loud—unless you want to get caught, let me know,” Yeosang half-joked, not really wanting to get caught, but secretly liking the idea of your moans in his ear.

So you quieted, curling your tail around your thigh when you couldn’t feel his tongue anymore. You almost whined until you heard shuffling behind you and the blunt tip of his cock pressing against your core.

“I’m a bit impatient, sorry,” Yeosang apologized, sliding his tip along your folds for an easy glide.

Lining up, he slowly pushed into your heat, glancing at the staircase every so often in case someone else came down. Because you’d barely prepped, the stretch was a bit tasteful—a hiss and a light mewl escaping your lips. Yeosang kissed the back of your head, apologizing if he hurt you; it didn’t, it just felt good.

He realized this was the exact position he’d fantasized about earlier, really glad now that you’d found him. He took his time, feeling how your slick coated his length, marking each time you took more of him further. He noticed you were trying to stay quiet, which was cute…

But you’d teased him earlier, and he thought you deserved some teasing back. He enjoyed the long strokes he gave you, rumbling as you let out a throaty moan between whines. He reached down to intertwine your hand, placing it on your hip as he backed up. Yeosang let out a slight growl, circling his hips as your legs kicked behind him, desperate to moan.

He chuckled, groaning as you convulsed around him; you were getting louder. He pulled you up onto your knees, forcing you to hold yourself up. You were deep in subspace without him even trying—the risk of getting caught had turned you on more than you thought. Yeosang shook his head, bringing his hand over your mouth, muffling everything. He was flattered you felt this way, but the risk of getting caught aroused him too.

With one hand over your mouth, he gathered your hair in the other, planting a foot on the ground as he drove his length into you. Your eyes rolled back, feeling his cock hit your cervix and brush your g-spot every time. Yeosang groaned, feeling his possessiveness seep out. He embraced it during his rut, especially after you gave him the green light to let loose.

He noticed you were close, feeling it as you twitched around him. He pulled out, quickly laying on his back between your legs to eat you out through your orgasm. Gripping his hair, you came all over his tongue, covering your mouth with one hand to silence yourself. You looked down to see his eyes closed, drinking you in, circling his head as he tongued your clit.

He couldn’t get enough—you were addictive.

You fell into his lap as he sat up, hooking his arms under you to bring you to your room, kicking the door closed behind him.

He laid you on the bed, twitching as you still came down from your orgasm. Yeosang’s hands went to his shirt collar, eyeing you hungrily. “You can make as much noise as you want; I no longer care.” He huffed, tearing his black tank down the middle.

You rubbed your legs together, removing your shirt too, leaving you both naked. You reached up for him, wanting him, pleading with your eyes. He bent down, kissing you as he scooted you both up the bed—until you suddenly pushed him away.

You licked your lips, eager for more. Tilting your head to the side, you showed your scent gland, wanting him to bite you.

It was easy to persuade him while he was in rut, but he wanted to bite you anyway. He massaged your clit with his cock, licking your scent gland until you shuddered beneath him. When he bit down, he moaned—you tasted even sweeter than usual. Unlike usual, he held on longer, losing control as his possessiveness took over. You liked that it came out naturally, without you having to ask.

When he let go, your eyes were dilated, and you pushed him so he’d lie back against your mattress. He pulled you up to straddle him, softly growling in content. Yeosang bent his knees in case you needed support, running his hands along your body. You planted your feet on the bed, balancing your hands on his chest in a squatting position.

You lined yourself up again, sinking down on his length, mewling every so often. Yeosang kept his hands on your hips, letting you do all the work as he grunted and groaned. Once you reached the bottom of his shaft, you whined, rocking against him. Yeosang sucked in a breath, licking his thumb to circle your clit.

You loved his fingers, and with them on you, you could bounce on him like you wanted. Leaning your weight onto his chest, you rode his cock desperately, your hips slapping flush against him. He gasped at your pace, baring his teeth at you, craving to bite you again.

Smirking, you brought your dominant hand to his neck, finding the right spot before squeezing gently. Yeosang’s eyes were blown, cheeks flushed from both arousal, rut, and the lack of oxygen, his body shuddering beneath you. You didn’t slow your hips, sealing it with a kiss.

His hands roamed your back, deepening the kiss. When you broke away, a new fire ignited inside of him. He pushed your legs down so you were on your knees, pulling you closer by your nape.

Yeosang licked at your scent gland, then at his lips to keep from drooling. “Won’t you be mine for the week, princess?” his canine called for you, hoping you heard.

Yeosang’s teeth were already in your scent gland before you could answer—whatever the question was, the answer would be yes.

“Thank you, please get home safe!” It was a late and cold winter night in January. Snow barely stuck to the ground after weeks of its downfall, allowing easier travels home instead of praying you wouldn’t slip on any black ice. Yunho stayed for ample time in his dance studio, wrapping up his playlist for next week’s classes and ensuring everything was clean for tomorrow's lesson. 

Exhaling, he could see how cold it was from the condensation he released. It just made him wrap the scarf around his neck even tighter, he can't afford to get sick right now. 

‘‘The guys are most likely gonna want hot chocolate as an excuse for the cold,’ he thought.

Luckily, there was a convenience store on the way home from the dance studio, where he could pick up some snacks too. Yunho shoved his hands in his pockets and trudged down the sidewalk. Most places are closed at this time, considering it’s almost 11 pm. The only places that should be open are certain restaurants, clubs, and 24/7 convenience stores. Walking into the store, the clerk automatically greeted him as Yunho became a familiar face around here. Because of that, he’d get discounts if they felt extra nice that day, and if this specific clerk was in today.

“Busy night tonight?” the clerk asked. 

Yunho subtly smiled, “Very. Booked classes for the rest of the week, I’m grateful though that I only have to teach three of them before I’m allowed to rest for a few days”, he stated matter of factly. 

The clerk empathized with him before allowing him to browse around the store. Yunho picked up the guy's favorite hot chocolate with marshmallows, cough drops, tea, limited edition snacks he hadn’t seen before that he felt they would like, and hand warmers. He always thinks about the ‘what if’ possibilities, as he hates getting sick; he detests it. 

Yunho brought everything to the counter and swiftly paid for everything, thanking the store clerk for his hard work and wishing him a safe trip home. “Tell San and Mingi I said hello.” Yunho waved his goodbyes before proceeding his way to his house. 

He’s grateful that where he lives, his dance studio, and everything he needs are near him. One of the benefits of living in a city. He didn't live in the busiest parts of the town, maybe an hour or so away from the main part of it, but it has its perks. He gets to live a quiet life, well, semi-quiet considering he lives with two loud beings, but other than that, it was silent for the most part. 

It was so hushed on the way home that he could hear a pin drop, except what he heard wasn’t exactly a pin. It sort of sounded like a mewl of some kind. He glanced behind him to see if maybe he was just hearing things or a stray animal. Furrowing his brows, he steered towards the alleyway in his direction and looked in it, squinting his eyes. It was dark, hard to make out anything until he heard the mewl again, louder this time.

“Hello?” Yunho investigated, his words ricocheting off the walls. He second-guessed why he even said hello, as if a stray animal could respond, but waited for a reaction or response. 

Yunho tilted his head and almost proceeded to walk off until the mewl he heard this time sounded more painful. Curiosity getting the better of him, Yunho pulled out his phone and turned the flash on in the alleyway. He saw a woman with her head down, looking towards the ground, hair the length of her mid back, and shielding her face, knees facing away from where he stood. Her palms faced upwards on either side of her body, registering that she was breathing slowly. She kept mewling in pain, appearing like she wanted to move but couldn’t. Yunho’s fight or flight activated immediately as he rushed towards her.

“Excuse me, mi—,” something he didn't see from his original position was that this lady had a long tail and cat ears, adorned with black, white, and orange. She’s a hybrid, and from his knowledge, a Calico type. She had bandages wrapped around her chest down to her midsection and her pelvis down to her mid-thigh, her tail wrapped around her arm, and her ears flat on her head. She bored her eyes at the ground towards her legs.

“Are you hurt?” Yunho questioned inquisitively, trying not to alarm the hybrid before him. The nameless hybrid looked up, finally making eye contact with the golden-blonde male. Her lifeless and unreadable countenance gave little away, eyes dull and sunken. She switched from eye to eye, looking back at her lap in defeat. Yunho couldn’t understand why, but was determined to get her to safety as the situation seemed grave. 

“Are you able to speak?” he didn't get a response right away, but she nodded timidly. 

“Do you want to speak to me right now?” She shook her head no, which was more than understandable. 

“It’s cold out here, I can’t have you sitting outside by yourself like this. Do you mind if I bring you home? It's warmer there than out here”. 

She raised her head back up, looking at him wearily. Her eyes were glossy, something clearly must've happened to this hybrid considering how apprehensive she was.

“I know a great doctor that specializes in hybrids, I can get you some help as well as food in your stomach, clothes, and a place to sleep if you allow me to bring you there. I don’t that far away”.

The calico hybrid hesitated again before nodding, giving her approval. Yunho wasted no time pulling up his contacts and calling his very close friend, who’s a doctor. “Hongjoong hyung, it’s an emergency….No, it’s not about San or Mingi, but I need you to come to my house as soon as possible”.

‘Hongjoong, San, Mingi…’, jotting down the names you heard him speak on the phone.

You don’t exactly know why you were so trusting of him, allowing some stranger to take you home, but you had to admit it was freezing. He seemed candid and didn't smell like bad news, which gave you some reason to believe he would help you. Maybe you were desperate. Embarrassed and submitting yourself to him, you evaded your eyes from him as he got off the phone. You were uneasy because of your whole ordeal, currently in a vulnerable state, exposed to about anyone and anything, and this stranger was finally the one person to stumble upon you to see you like this. 

“Are you able to stand?” the stranger asked. You shook your head. Your legs feel dead after walking for so long without rest. You're convinced that your soles were bleeding or bruised. 

Suddenly, warmth surrounded your body. The stranger put his coat over your shoulders, it was long enough to cover your calves if you stood. He also removed the scarf he wore and wrapped it around yours to guarantee you wouldn't get sick. 

The stranger turned his back towards you, still kneeling, “Please hold on to my shoulders, I’ll bring you home”. Considering he’s risking his health for you, you held on with a tenacious grip. 

He carefully wrapped your legs under his arms, alleviating some pain before standing up and walking with you on his back out of the alleyway. As soon as the two of you left the alleyway, a gust of wind hit instantly. You felt terrible, like you were burdening the man with these harsh temperatures. You attempted to wrap his coat over both of you so that he wouldn't get blasted by the cold.

“I’m okay, don’t worry about me. We’re not too far, I promise”, he appreciated you being solicitous about him. You rested your cheek on the nape of his neck, letting yourself be carried to wherever. “Sorry for not introducing myself earlier. My name is Yunho. Hopefully, I can learn yours in time”, he spoke apologetically. Another name to jot down for later.

“....Y/n”, it came out as a whisper from how dry your throat was. Yunho turned his head slightly, eventually looking back in front of him. He was shocked that you spoke earlier than he anticipated. Yunho thought he’d have to wait a while to hear it. He would’ve honestly waited for however long it took for you to get comfortable to speak anyway; his heart warmed up instantly.

“Y/n. What a pretty name”, he complimented you. Yunho couldn't tell, but you feigned a smile. Happiness wasn’t something you could fake, especially in the condition you were in now. But you’ll fake it just this once, still on a thin line of trust with this stranger you just met….well…Yunho.

He, at least, wasn’t lying when he said he didn't live that far. It took him about ten minutes to reach home. The whole time he was walking, it was rather quiet. Probably because he didn’t want to startle you or anything, preferring that it was for the best. Yunho rang the doorbell with his forehead since his arms were preoccupied with you and a bag in his grip. Five seconds passed before the door swung open. 

“Hyung, do you know how late it… Is…”, you heard a male voice at the door, not bothering to look up, loathing at your current state. 

“Yes, San-ah, I’ll get into details soon, but I need you to do me a favor and prepare a glass of water. If there's any soup, please make some. Hongjoong hyung is on his way over soon,” Yunho strolled into his house, and the male who opened the door for him closed it as soon as he brought you in. 

“What smells like spoiled fruit?” You heard another voice emit from somewhere, a more baritone voice. Much deeper than the first voice you heard at the door. Yunho sat you down on the living room couch. You gripped his coat tightly around your body since you were in an unfamiliar setting. 

“I’m not sure what you mean by that. We don't have fruit lying around, and I feel like I would have smelled it.” Yunho placed the bag he was carrying on the table in front of the couch. “Then again, you do have heightened senses, so.” 

Yunho kneeled before you, your eyes laser-focused on him, too scared to look up at the others surrounding you. “I’m gonna get a washcloth to wipe you down a bit. After my Vet friend gets here, I'll make sure you get a real bath”, Yunho reassures you, leaving you in the living room.

“She's the one that smells like spoiled strawberries and sour lemon”, the voice of the first male uttered to the other. Your ears, if possible, flattened even more on your head at his comments, “Oh no, I’m sorry. I was just letting Mingi know where it was coming from.” If Mingi was the one who asked, you could mark off this voice as belonging to San. 

“Way to go, idiot”, the deeper voiced male scowled, causing a huff from San because he made things awkward. He should've just kept his mouth shut. 

A thought came across your head, heightened senses? How did they know what your distressed scent smelled like? You took it upon yourself to finally face the two men, their appearances finally making sense. 

Yunho has two hybrids; one being a black cat hybrid and the other a husky hybrid. The Black cat hybrid dressed in a black shirt that laced up from the bottom up and molded along his burly body, exposing a bit of his chest, and wore black jeans that hugged his thighs beautifully. His hair appeared so silky, almost glinting against the fluorescent lights. A side part exposed some of his forehead and a pronounced beauty mark on his cheek. His ears were just as shiny as his hair and tail, which swayed behind him. 

The husky hybrid was on the taller and broader side, not as much in the shoulders as the cat hybrid, but he was colossal. His hair had a mix of white and black, his ears and tail mimicked those colors. He also had a beauty mark, which was more pronounced in your opinion than the cat hybrid next to him, pinpointed below his eye. His lips were luscious and fleshy, not chapped in the slightest. He settled for a black shirt with a dark denim-washed jacket and baggy black jeans, but he was adorned with jewelry. Chains around his neck, rings on his fingers, and bracelets to match. He appeared like the more flashy type out of the two. Their looks truly humbled you; you probably looked disgusting to them, feeling more distressed, and your eyes glossing over again.

“Hey, hey, don’t be upset. San sometimes doesn't know how to read the room”, Mingi put his palms out, ears flicking as he earned a ‘Yah!’ from San. 

“You pointed it out first, I was just clarifying”, San pouted, his tail swaying low. San forgot the cup in his hand and handed it to you. “Are you able to drink this by yourself? Do you need a straw?”

You shook your head from side to side, gratefully accepting the glass of water. Learning that San and Mingi were hybrids comforted you; the fact that they were well taken care of showed that Yunho is probably as trustworthy as he seems. Downing the glass of water instantly, you smacked your lips a couple of times, exhaling deeply. 

“Another?” San asked, and you timidly nodded. He took the empty glass and refilled it. He decided to bring the pitcher of water in case you needed more. You took the cup from him again, taking smaller sips this time, trying not to come off as desperate. “What’s your name?” San inquired, and he positioned himself on the floor with Mingi following along. They displayed high regard towards you, distancing themselves so you’re not uncomfortable. 

“Y/n..” you announced more confidently this time since your throat isn’t dry and allowing yourself to relax. “Sorry for burdening you with my scent, I know I don’t smell all that great...”

Mingi pursed his bottom lip, “You don’t need to apologize for that. You’re tense, and your stress signals are all over the place. May I ask what happened?” Now it’s Mingi’s turn to look foolish as you look down at the glass. 

“Way to go”, San mocked Mingi, his tail hitting Mingi behind his back. Mingi tried hitting him back with his tail, but it could only reach so far, considering he isn't a cat hybrid, so he settled for just hitting his arm. San almost started bickering until Yunho approached with a bowl of warm water and a washcloth. You finally took in his outfit, he wore a cream-colored top with a buttoned V-neck shirt and black jeans. His sleeves were rolled up, exposing the protruding vein along his forearm and beautifully long fingers. 

“Boys, move away from her. You're probably suffocating y/n,” Yunho scolded them, but not really, imperative that you aren’t. They listened well, moving from their spot on the floor just a few feet farther from you, near the TV, having you still in their sight. Can you blame them? They were curious about you. 

“Sorry about them, they like meeting new hybrids, so if they were bothering you, please let me know.” The blonde male gave you a warm smile. You attempted to give a small one back, but it quickly dropped. “I’m gonna wipe your face first,” he informed you in advance.

The warm washcloth ran across your face, removing any dirt or grime that could have been on it. He made sure to get around your eyes and under your chin. You honestly wanted to purr but fought the feeling. Moving your hair out of the way, he tended to your ears and neck, thoroughly cleaning the area before dipping the cloth back in the water. 

“Do you mind removing the coat so I can wipe down your arms and legs? I won’t do too much since I still plan on running you a bath. It’s just to make sure you feel more comfortable”. Taking the coat off and laying it next to you, Yunho mouthed to Mingi to put it away so he could continue tending to you. Mingi put the coat away swiftly, taking his previous spot back on the ground by San.

San and Mingi noticed you had bandages wrapped around your torso and pelvis, but didn’t pry, rather waiting to find out when you were well acquainted. Yunho ran his cloth over your hands, first noticing the scratches on them, getting in between your fingers and wiping away at any dirt he saw around your arms, chest, and back; whatever exposed skin he could get to. He hummed slightly, in his own world, as he got everything he could. Lastly, were your legs and feet. You had a slight bruise on your knees, most likely due to the concrete. He didn't want to press the matter until Hongjoong arrived since he was not a medical professional. The bottom of your feet was also scratched and slightly swollen. He made sure to wipe off all the debris to remove any chance of infection. Once pleased with his work, he got up to throw the water out and put the washcloth in the hamper. 

You sat on the couch, feeling exposed in front of two hybrids whose tails swayed behind them out of curiosity as they watched you. Your hair covered half of your face, back, and chest. Your hands were in your lap, eyes darting back at the cup and the table fixed in front of you. You weren't sure where to look or what to do anymore without Yunho as a distraction. Ears were in its “airplane” mode, and your tail wrapped tightly around your waist, too nervous and trying to comfort yourself. 

Luckily, the doorbell rang and Mingi shot up to answer it. “Hello, Hongjoong hyung”, he greeted. San waved from where he sat, now looking in the direction of where Mingi and the doctor were.

“Hi, kids”, he said endearingly. San smiled genuinely at the nickname. Cautiously, Hongjoong walked to where you were and pulled a chair by you. “And hello there, miss”, he greeted you with a heartfelt smile. 

You pulled your eyes from the glass in front of you. Was everyone around here handsome? His hair was a lighter blonde than Yunho’s and similar in length to Mingi’s, but the sides were shorter. He sported a black turtleneck and brown slacks with a bracelet or two on each wrist. His ears were decorated with multiple piercings, and he had such a pretty nose. “What’s your name?”

“Y/n.” San answered jovially, making Hongjoong hum. 

“Thank you so much for letting me know.” Yunho returned from the restroom, sighing in relief, seeing that his close friend reached in time.

“You have no idea how grateful I am for you to come and stop by. I saw her outside and couldn't leave her. I know you feel how cold it is out there”, Yunho seemed perturbed about how long you were in the alleyway.

“Of course, no problem. However, considering how late it is, I’m staying the night. Don’t worry, I’ll take this couch and leave in the morning. I just don’t feel like traveling home so late. The trains aren’t coming for the next forty-minute intervals”. Yunho agreed with his friend.

Hongjoong opened his case of medical supplies, reaching for gloves first and putting them on before grabbing a sterile metal pan on the table.

“Now Miss Y/n, I will be examining you and asking you some questions. I know that there are lots of eyes on you right now in the room, would you like them to leave to allow you some privacy?” he queried, placing a liner pad on top of the metal tray as he assembled all the necessary equipment for your check up. 

You scanned around the room, although you didn’t fully know them yet, you weren’t that uncomfortable. So you shook your head, assuring him that you were fine. Yunho had grabbed a chair himself and placed it on the opposite side of Hongjoong, arms crossed as he examined everything Hongjoong was doing.

“First things first, how old are you, miss y/n?”

“23”

“From what I see, you’re a calico hybrid, am I correct?” you confirmed. “How long have you been outside?”

“About…three months, almost four”, you revealed, looking down at your hands.

Hongjoong was visibly perplexed. “You were out in this weather for that long?” Twiddling your thumbs, a small ‘yes’ escaped your lips. “How did you get in this position, Hun?” He has already given you a nickname. How comforting. Honestly, the question itself was hard enough to answer, but you’d rather answer it once than reiterate.

“My previous owner passed away,” you started slowly. “They were going to take me away, but I didn’t want to return to the hybrid center because I wanted to be wherever my owner was. Plus, as you may know, the older a hybrid gets, the less likely they are to be chosen to get a home anyway. I didn’t want to risk that”, looking down at your hands, you closed them and placed them on your knees. “I was naive to the outside world as I was mainly an indoor cat, so I easily trusted others...”

Hongjoong noticed how minuscule your voice got after that, he didn’t want to push anything out of you that you weren’t willing to share. “May I ask why you're wrapped in bandages? Did you get injured while outside?”

“No. My clothes had torn while traveling. I found these bandages after searching for food and had to cover myself somehow. These are a month old now”.

Hearing this broke Yunho’s heart; he couldn’t fathom what it must’ve been like if he were in your shoes. The hybrids wore a saddened expression, ears flat on their heads. You noticed it right away and felt self-conscious. 

Yunho saw how you reacted, “San, is the soup done?”, diverting the attention from you so that Hongjoong could continue with questions. San immediately clocked what Yunho was trying to do, mentally slapping himself for making you feel bad unintentionally. 

“When was the last time you ate a proper meal that wasn’t scraps?” Hongjoong hung the stethoscope around his neck, he was forbearing as he waited for your answer. 

“....About two months now”

‘I see,” Hongjoong jotted everything down. “Considering you don’t want to return to the hybrid center, we’ll figure something out for you. In the meantime, I’m going to do the procedures now and take blood samples, okay?” You hummed, acknowledging him. 

Hongjoong instructed you to plant your feet on the ground and to sit upright so he could wrap the blood pressure kit around your arm, squeezing the pressure ball. You felt it tighten and tighten before he released the pressure. Removing it from your arm, he clamped an oximeter on your finger and brought a thermometer under your tongue. Yunho kept a watchful eye on numbers, having seen this done several times for the boys, and to remind Hongjoong in case he forgot, although he doubted he’d forget. 

He removed tools, wearing the stethoscope, and brought the metal to your chest. “Deep breaths.” 

You did what he asked, watching him move it to different parts of your torso and back. Hongjoong removed it and put it away. 

“You have a slight fever, especially since you've been out in this cold for a while. I’m glad it’s not pneumonia or anything worse so far. Your blood pressure is higher than it should, but I’ll mark it off of you being stressed unless the blood work says otherwise”.

Nodding, you watched as he grabbed a tourniquet and tied it around your arm. Hongjoong wiped the area with an alcohol wipe as your vein slowly protruded before sticking a needle in it. You winced at the prick, but you're confident you've felt worse. He grabbed a couple of vials and collected your blood to sample in his office later. 

After he was done, he covered the needle mark with a Band-Aid. “Before I proceed with this next needle, I must ask, when was your last heat?”

Sheepish, you answered him. “Three months ago”. A shocking revelation to the hybrids behind Hongjoong and Yunho. San had returned a while ago after checking on the soup, he was just naturally discreet. 

“Ah, really? That’s not good.” 

“Why? What will happen?” Yunho expressed concern. 

“Heats are usually every other month. But with her position, stress levels, and possible trauma, her body wasn’t granting her the ability to have one. All this means is that her next heat will be worse than what a hybrid usually experiences, and it will last longer,” Hongjoong frowned, looking at his friend. “We’re going to have to decide what we’re going to do now before I administer this next shot.”

You watched the two blonde males before you, waiting for an explanation. The doctor started, “So, miss y/n and Yunho. I’m going to need consent from both parties, but mainly y/n. Would you allow Yunho to adopt you if the proposition were given to you? If you decline the offer, I can’t help but have to send you to a hybrid clinic, but for older hybrids, so you wouldn’t feel as terrible about getting adopted.”

Your heart started racing a mile a second about having to return to a hybrid clinic, “Yes, I would allow him to adopt me if it wouldn't be too much. Especially since I feel like I’m already invading the privacy of San and Mingi.”

Mingi tried to play it off coolly like he wasn’t delighted to have another potential hybrid friend in the house. “You’re not invading our privacy at all, we’d love you here,” he feigned excitement as if his ears weren’t pointed up and his tail was wagging ridiculously behind him. It hit San several times, but he ignored his cries to relax. You genuinely smiled this time at how silly they were, now San’s tail is swaying faster because he adores your smile.

“Would you be interested in adopting y/n, Yunho?” Hongjoong asked his friend. Yunho didn’t have to think hard about it, reverencing your wishes on not wanting to be put in a clinic. 

But you’d have to be the last hybrid he gets because he doesn’t have enough space after you. 

“Of course”, he respectfully bowed to you, displaying his gentleness for you. You bowed back.

“Great. Then it’s settled. I have the adoption papers in my case for you both to sign, and then I’ll bring them to my office tomorrow to place you in the system.” He halted the last bit of the procedures, removing his gloves to hand you the paper so you could examine the consent form and see if you agreed. You signed after reading it all, giving the paper to Yunho, signing his signature.

“Hyung, we have a new friend,” Mingi exclaimed enthusiastically to San, causing Yunho to shake his head at them and chuckle, wrapping up the signing. 

“Trust me, miss y/n. I’ve known Yunho for a very long time, he’s the kindest spirit around and a gentle giant.” Yunho playfully brushed off Hongjoong’s sappy words. 

“As for those two knuckleheads over there,” earning a ‘hey!’ from Mingi. “You’ll be more than entertained. They love making friends and meeting new hybrids. They have two other hybrid friends that you’ll most likely meet soon. However, I do have to let their owner know to give you some time to adapt before you meet them, because one is known to be a handful and doesn’t know what personal space is. I don't want you to get suffocated by him,” he mentioned candidly. 

Two more hybrids? You wondered what breeds they would be.

“For the last three procedures, I do have to check your urethra and insert an IUD. Urethra to make sure there isn’t any blockage, and IUD, considering I don't know how you’ll plan to handle your heat, but I doubt Yunho would want kittens running around. It’s also mandatory until you are 100 percent sure you want them, then he’d have to accommodate,” Hongjoong stared him dead in the eyes, “you’d have to accommodate her.”

“Hyung, I heard you the first time,” Yunho chuckled. 

“I know, I just like to reiterate. Especially since she’s officially your first female hybrid. I’ll leave a list of heat hotels and prescribe suppressants in the morning to have them sent expedited the same day because we don’t know when her heat will come.”

Hongjoong put on new gloves, grabbing the contraception and an alcohol wipe. He cleaned a spot on your inner forearm and carefully inserted it inside your arm. It hurt, of course, but you handled it like a champ, earning a ‘good girl’ from Hongjoong. Finally, he picked up a needle full of clear liquid, releasing any air bubbles. 

“This is a pheromone enhancer. I wanted to do this last because she’d be more easily persuaded to do things she probably wouldn’t have wanted to do in her normal state. That’s why I asked for her consent for the adoption papers and such,” he educated Yunho, since he never had this done to San and Mingi, as they never needed it. Hongjoong turned to you, “It’s gonna make you more sensitive, but only for a short while. It will wear off in an hour or two. It will relieve any stress you are experiencing and amplify pheromones, but it will make the urethral procedure more comfortable. Do you understand?”

“Yes, I do. But my scent isn’t that great right now, I don’t think San and Mingi want to smell spoiled fruit any longer,” you winced at your own words. 

‘That’s what Mingi meant earlier…’, Yunho mentally noted.

“One, they can live,” Hongjoong said abrasively yet playfully. “Two, it will return your scent to normal instantly, and when it wears off, it will stay normal until your levels of distress are heightened again, so there’s no need to worry, hun.” He smiled at you. You were relieved, giving him an ‘okay’ to administer the shot. He cleaned a spot on the top part of your other arm, injecting it. 

Immediately, your arm felt hot. “Yunho, something I need from you,” you began to purr softly, tail unwrapping from your waist and swaying behind you. Your ears were raised, and your skin felt raw but in a good way.

“Oh…” Mingi’s tail stopped swaying fast and instead lowered a bit, swaying slower. 

San’s tail swayed softly, inhaling the new scent you were releasing. “She…she smells of...” San started.

“Chocolate musk and strawberry.” Mingi finished. You blushed at their reaction, looking at Yunho’s eyes, not bothering to tear them away from him.

“Yes, hyung?”, Yunho stared back for a bit, seeing how your personality changed from one shot. 

“Get those two out of here. I’m not saying they’ll do anything, it's more so that the urethral procedure is more exposing. Bring a towel, run a warm bath for her, and prepare fresh clothes. You’re going to have to buy her clothes, of course, and toiletries like pads and tampons. I know you have an extra guest room, which should be hers, and she’ll need a lock on her door in case there are times she wants to isolate and be by herself. She also just deserves her privacy. Her meal plan for the next week will have to be light soups, noodles, and oatmeal before you give her solids because she is malnourished. And in case her heat comes and she doesn’t want to spend it with anyone, please get her some heat toys. It is safer for her to spend her heat with someone, though”, Hongjoong finished laying down a whole list for Yunho. 

He got to work right away, seeing as your purring became more audible. Your tail wrapped around Hongjoong’s arm, catching his attention. He petted your head, making you lean into his touch. “Boys, head to your room, come on. You’ll see y/n tomorrow”. Mingi and San stood up, wishing you a good night before heading to their rooms. Yunho grabbed a towel for Hongjoong, gaining a ‘thank you’ from the older male. 

He left you alone so Hongjoong could finish the last of the procedures. A warm bath was run for you upstairs, venturing to his room to find clothes small enough for you. He felt bad, wishing he had prepared better, but how would he have known you'd come into his life suddenly? From his closet, he reached for a black long-sleeved shirt, boxers, grey sweatpants, and socks.

He brought the clothes to the bathroom down the hall, placing them on the toilet seat; the hybrids have their bathroom downstairs, but since the guest room is upstairs, you might as well share the bathroom upstairs with him. He provided an extra toothbrush for you. The one thing he was grateful for was that his body wash was vanilla scented. He didn’t like the harsh scents that were considered “overly manly” because they never appealed to him.

Yunho heard his name being called from downstairs, and he marched his way downstairs. Hongjoong took his gloves off and packed his tools away. “Everything’s done, her urethra isn’t blocked luckily. Again, I’ll be here on the couch and plan on leaving early in the morning to give in these samples and hand in the adoption papers. You can take her to bathe now, but make sure she eats after her bath. I don’t want her sleeping with an empty stomach.” Hongjoong pet your head again, “have a good rest, sweetheart.”

“You too,” you replied. The towel Yunho brought downstairs was wrapped around your waist. 

Hongjoong had disposed of your old bandages from your pelvis, but kept your top one on. Raising your arms, you reached for Yunho to carry you since your feet were still out of commission. Yunho gladly picked you up bridal style so the towel wouldn't slip off you. After the two flights of stairs, he sat you on the edge of the bathroom tub and locked the door behind him.

“So…,” he clapped his hands, his ears turned red.

“So…,” you repeated his words, tail still swaying behind you.

“Are you comfortable with me washing you, or would you like to do it yourself? I’ll be right out the door if anything.”

“You technically did earlier, I don’t see why not.” You shrugged, no longer feeling uncomfortable. You’re not wrong, but you get why he’s asking. “I’m fully aware of what’s happening, you know, so don’t feel uncomfortable or feel like you’re taking advantage of me”. 

Yunho eased a bit after that. “Okay. I’m going to remove these bandages now.” He grabbed the end piece of the bandage, unraveling it off your chest until it fully exposed you, chest and all. 

He turned around and discarded the bandage into the garbage. Yunho turned your legs to dip them into the tub, removing the towel from your waist to submerge yourself in the warm water. It reached your chest, making you want to relax deeper into it. You closed your eyes and immersed yourself in this experience that you haven’t felt in a while.

“Don’t fall asleep on me now,” Yunho chuckled. He dipped a washcloth into the water and poured some vanilla body wash on it. 

Feeling him scrub your back felt amazing, it felt like it’s been a millennium since your last wash. Your purrs amplified even more, only because you felt content. You let him run the cloth over the front of your chest and down your torso, almost placing your head on his arm. Yunho grabbed your arm, scrubbing both of them. 

“Am I being too rough?”

“Not at all,” your chest vibrated. “It feels amazing.” Yunho blushed at your words, happy to see you more serene than on edge like earlier. You could see how reluctant he was to go any lower, “I could do it if you don’t want to”, grabbing the cloth out of his hand. 

“Thank you”. Yunho gathered water to pour it over your head, placing a hand over your forehead to shield your face from the water. One thing he forgot to reach for was his shampoo and conditioner. As he got up to grab it, you cleaned your lower half, wanting to react, but didn’t want to startle him. You were still sensitive to the shot given by Hongjoong. 

Yunho carefully washed your scalp, thoroughly getting every inch before grabbing a comb and combing from the bottom up to untangle. He’s never had hair this long, but he’d rather take his time detangling it than ripping it out. 

“Yunho...” you peeped after minutes of silence. 

“Yes, y/n?”

“Thank you for finding me and taking me in. It doesn't feel right for me to invade your home, but you never made it seem like I was a bother, and you’re very gentle, just like Hongjoong had mentioned earlier. I would’ve been fine with the check up from him and put back outside”.

Yunho frowned at that statement, “I wouldn’t have allowed that. Hybrid or not, I still would’ve helped you because that's just human decency. I know people in the world lack it, but it’s something engraved in me since I was small”.

“That’s a beautiful trait to have. We need more of that,” your eyes fluttered, staring at the wall. He could sense something was still wrong, but you’ll open up eventually. Yunho washed the rest of the conditioner out of your hair. “Are you able to stand for me to dry you?”

“Can I be honest?”

“Of course.”

“No. My feet are pretty beat up, I’m so sorry.” You felt pathetic.

“No need to apologize, seriously. I’ll take care of you till you can, and so will the boys.” You’re glad your intuition was right about trusting him and lucky enough to see that he had hybrids himself. He helped you sit on the tub’s edge again, pushing the mat by it to catch the water before swinging your legs over and onto it.

Yunho grabbed a separate towel, briefly squeezing the water out of your hair, and wrapped it around. The other towel he had prepared for you was used to dry you. “I hope you don’t mind the boxers or oversized clothes. This is all I had. We can order some stuff in the morning.” You nodded, you weren’t bothered at all by the clothes. It’s better than bandages in the cold. 

He dressed you quickly, admiring how the sleeves bunched so much around your arms and pants legs. He acknowledged that the pants weren’t hybrid-friendly, but you didn’t seem bothered. Yunho was going to brush your teeth for you, but you wanted to do it yourself since it’s something you can at least do. He settled for blow-drying your hair so you didn’t go to bed with wet hair.

After everything was done, he lifted you bridal style and brought you back downstairs to eat something at least. He knew brushing your teeth before eating was redundant, but you had to eat. Hongjoong was dead asleep on the couch, snoring like some old man. Yunho sat you at the dining table a couple of feet away from the living room area so he could prepare some soup in a bowl for you. 

You admired his house layout; it was a bit bigger than your previous place, but the ceilings were a little higher. Pieces of artwork were displayed throughout the house, and it had a nice backyard with a sliding glass door that was fenced off. The dining table was made of black and white marble, so it looked expensive. You wondered what he did for a living.

Yunho came back with a decently sized portion of soup and noodles. Placing it in front of you, you thanked him and drank some of the broth first with a spoon, indulging in the rich flavor it offered. He took a seat across from you, watching you eat. You seemed so focused on the soup, eating desperately because this was the first home-cooked meal in months.

“I might have to call out of work in the morning to watch over you”, Yunho considered. He didn’t want to leave you immediately without seeing what your first day in a new setting would be like. 

“I wouldn’t want to risk getting income because of me,” Yunho shrugged at your comment.

“I wouldn’t be coming home until later again, and I’d rather hurry and get your necessities. Plus, my other dance teacher will live without me.”

Your ears rose, learning something new about him. “You’re a dance teacher?”. Yunho nodded, which explains why he’s so lean. Tall too, at least an inch taller than Mingi. “That’s interesting. I wouldn’t have imagined.”

Yunho’s ears turned red, “What did you think I was?”.

“An actor,” you deadpanned. “You have such a handsome face, handsome people are usually actors”.

Yunho smiled at the compliment. “Acting was one of my dreams, but dancing was always my passion, and now I get to teach it,” pride swelling his chest.

“Must be lovely to live your dream,” you complimented, finishing half of your soup. 

“Do you have one?” he questioned

“Hmm...” you knew what it was, but it was sort of unrealistic as it wasn’t a common thing. “I did like drawing growing up, but my passion has always been singing. I always wanted to be a singer, but it’s not common amongst hybrids”.

“Why not still do it anyway? You can sing at open mics or karaoke, or write your own music. I have a friend who is a singing teacher, he can help you with anything you need.”

“Do you have friends in every job field?” you chuckled.

“No, but it sure does feel like it sometimes.” Yunho rubbed the back of his neck. “Plus, I don’t have that many friends; I would rather have a small group than a whole group of fake ones.” You respected that, finishing your soup. Yunho noticed the bowl was done. “Would you like another bowl, or are you good for tonight?”

“I’m good for tonight, if there’s more in the morning, I’ll eat some then.” Yunho grabbed the bowl and put it in the sink, washing out every residue before placing it in the dishwasher. Making his way back to you, he lifted you bridal style and led you upstairs to the guest bedroom.

Inside the room was a queen-sized bed with blue sheets, a blanket and pillow set, two nightstands with a lamp on either side, a dresser, a closet, and a push-out window.

“This will be your new room. We’ll get to decorate it how you want it soon, but please, get as comfortable as you like.” Yunho placed you on the soft bed, slightly sinking into the plush mattress. 

It's been a while since you’ve lain on a bed, in a nice room, and in its warmth. It was hard to take in that you’ll no longer be on the streets. 

“If you need me, my room is two doors down, right next to the bathroom. Please do not hesitate to call me, shout even. I will be there”. Yunho had a serious look on his face, he’d risk not only his health but sleep for you if he had to. “Do you need anything before I leave?”

You shook your head, feeling the effects of the shot wearing off. “No, please get some rest, Yunho. You've done more than enough for me,” you said honestly. 

Yunho gave it a second thought, but he petted the top of your head anyway. “Goodnight y/n”. He turned around to walk out the door to save himself from potential embarrassment. 

Before he walked out of the room, you called his name. Yunho turned his head to face you, “Goodnight”. He placed his hand over his heart and bowed before leaving the room.

Ultimately, you were left by yourself in a foreign room that was now considered yours. 

Did you imagine this is a million years? No, not for a million more at least. But you’re more than grateful to have been brought in. You hadn’t called Yunho before he left to tell him goodnight, but you wanted to sleep in his bed with him for comfort. You just couldn’t bring yourself to say it. Although you’ve been reassured many times that you weren’t invading, bothering, or being a burden to anyone, you always felt like that inside. So you planned on handling yourself independently before asking him for comfort, but he’s been nothing but sweet anyway. 

Instead, you’re looking forward to what the next few days, months, and hopefully years will bring for you. You can’t wait to officially meet Mingi and San properly and their other two hybrid friends. You haven’t had this many hybrid friends since….

Well… that’s enough for right now. 

After the confrontation with San’s ex, everything slowly began feeling normal again. 

She brought everything San could recognize, watching her delete every single remnant of their history between them, while of course being accompanied by Yunho. If she didn’t know who Yunho was—and if she wasn’t in the situation that she was—she probably wouldn’t have.

Unfortunately, Yunho could easily get in contact with her owner and file a lawsuit; money she knew her owner and herself couldn’t afford. The only legal work that was filed against her was a restraining order; for everyone involved. She could at least respect that.

As for her job, she was put on temporary leave to seek therapy for her addiction. Your bear hybrid coworker ended up being promoted instead, contacting you separately. He apologized for not doing anything to warn you about her weird antics and not helping you—you reassured him that it wasn’t his fault. 

What you really looked forward to after this whole ducal was home again with everyone.

Later that day, you, San, and Mingi all caught up, slowly being able to nest together like before. San was looking forward to it the most; mainly because of you but also because he’s been wanting to feel comfortably vulnerable around the people he loved again. 

There wasn’t any kissing as the moment didn’t feel right yet, but there were platonic touches and cuddling. San noticed that you were more comfortable with Mingi at the moment, smiling at the pecks he gave you on your cheek, wanting to join in. He knows it’s going to take a bit more time, he’s just going to have to wait.

As for Mingi, it was not only because the two of you were comfortable, but because Mingi’s jealousy and trying to get his emotions under wraps has started to become more difficult to handle. 

He couldn’t get the sight of you in Yeosang’s boxers out of his head, that practically tore his heart out of chest. It felt like he was watching you move on with your life while he couldn’t seem to catch up to you in time. How could he tell you now that he wanted you first? 

You’re going to… fall in love too quickly…

And he wants that for you… genuinely. He told himself that—even if it’s not him—he’d be happy for you. Maybe he was just lying to himself.

You definitely took notice in the way he was lingering onto you in any way he could: around your waist, shoulders, holding onto your legs, touching your hair, and attentive to you during times you weren’t speaking. You’d nuzzle into him, squeezing his hand to respond back to his touches, loving them as of recent. He could tell—he could feel that it was working. Maybe you’ll think of him more…

He was dreading the hours leading up to the next day: your date with Yeosang was approaching and you haven’t exactly expanded on the details. He didn’t expect you to anyway, you just started talking to him and San more. He could at least pretend he was happy for you. 

Again… he was… because he loved seeing you happy. He just wishes he was the reason.

The next morning you woke up bright and early, feeling butterflies in your stomach, unable to fall back asleep. You got ready for the day; showering and freshening up, making yourself a lovely breakfast, before deciding on your outfit. You were in the middle of choosing between four different dresses, completely stumped on what you should do.

You had them laid out on the bed, holding your chin as you pondered, unsure of what the occasion was. He wasn’t exactly up to tell you yet, so you were at least trying to see which one could fit any occasion. At the same time, there was a knock on your door, making your ears spring up.

“Come in.” You called out, glancing at the door expecting Mingi.

And so it was, looking as if he just woke up not too long ago himself. 

Still, he greeted you with a smile, “good morning.”

You loosened up, bringing your arms up to wrap around his neck. “Good morning, Mingi.”

He leaned down in an attempt to kiss you, feeling you kiss his cheek instead. As he held you, he made sure to scent you a little longer than usual, feeling his canine poke at him annoyingly to take claim over the situation. Only when you pulled away did you peck his lips, feeling him deepen it momentarily.

You indulged in it for just this second, not forgetting the task at hand. You pushed him away by his chin, watching him plant a kiss on the web of your thumb.

“Can you help me pick out a dress?” You pulled away, standing the same position as before.

His ear twitched hearing that, but still, he stood next to you also glancing at the dresses. They were all gorgeous, all different—all could suit you so well.

“Literally what is the occasion?” He cocked his head; it's a good thing they were all different options, but they were all drastically different. 

“You know, I have no idea. He hasn’t texted me yet.” You shrugged, sighing. “I’m trying to decide on something that could fit any occasion at this point.”

“Hmm…” Scanning them, one caught his eye; a red, glittery halter short dress. “I’ve never seen that one before.”

“Yeahh~,” you said in an embarrassed tone. “I bought it with Yeosang and Wooyoung when I went to the club with my manager.”

He hummed, understanding why you were slightly embarrassed. “I like it.”

“Thank you—Yeosang chose it.”

Mingi immediately bit his tongue, clearing his throat instead. “What can I say? He has taste.” His canine was annoyed with him, but Mingi also didn’t care right now. “It’s more of a club dress though, I don’t think he’d bring you there for a date.”

So that was one less option, disregarding it. 

“Personally, if it were our first date, I’d want you to wear…” a white dress kept catching his eye, nodding towards it with his head. “That one.”

You grabbed it by the hanger, holding it up to your body and looking at yourself in the mirror. It was cute, but you kept thinking it was probably something too formal.

You kept it pressed against your body, turning to face him, wanting him to convince you. “Why this one?”

He placed his hands in his pockets, giving you one of the most genuine expressions in a while. “Because brides wear white…”

You blushed, folding the dress over itself, secretly in love with how tender those words felt. “Well… aren’t you the sweetest…”

Mingi had so many words to say, so many words left unsaid, but he kept them locked behind his teeth. 

You placed the dress on the bed, disregarding it. “But if it’s giving bride-formal, I don’t think it’s date-formal.”

“That’s fine—it was for our date anyway.” He flirted, making you roll your eyes.

As soon as he was going to continue, your phone buzzed in your pocket. Reaching for it, you instantly lit up, reading Yeosang’s name on the screen.

Sangie🐶🩵 : “Good Morning. Sorry if I kept you waiting, I was up all night…”

Sangie🐶🩵 : “Thinking about today.”

Your tail swayed in content reading his messages coming in hot, slightly purring. Mingi glanced over at you, curious as to what Yeosang was saying—it had to be him, he wasn’t stupid. Instead, he sat at the edge of your bed, playing with his necklace as he silently waited for you to finish.

You: “I’m really looking forward to today with you 🥰. But I have no idea what our plans are, how should I dress?”

Watching his message bubble disappear and reappear had you anticipating the plans he could’ve come up with. 

Sangie🐶🩵: “Something pretty, something formal. Nothing too extravagant. Anything you choose will be beautiful.”

You almost threw your phone, remembering Mingi was still in the room with you. He looked unintentionally unamused, fixing his posture and letting go of his necklace, wagging his tail at you. You rested your phone on your vanity, clearing your throat.

“Um… he said something pretty and formal.” You told Mingi, glancing at your last two options.

“Pretty and formal…” Mingi repeated, clicking his tongue. “Why not this one?”

He held the hanger holding your black off-the-shoulder a-line dress; the wrap of the shoulders crossing over one another over your chest and down to your waist. You took it from him, holding it up to your body as you looked in the mirror. It was definitely elegant and simple; formal for a romantic outing. 

You agreed, resting it on your bed. “Thank you, Mingi. I think I have shoes to match.”

He silently nodded, watching as you put the other dresses back into your closet. Balling his hands up, he placed them in his lap, keeping his ears up as best as he could no matter how much they wanted to lower.

“What time is your date?” He asked, deciding to converse since you were moving all over your room. 

“He said he’ll pick me up at six for our reservations,” you told him, searching for different styles of heels. “Seems like we’re fine dining.”

“Sounds very romantic.” Mingi noted, feeling how you liked the sound of hearing that.

“It is…” you softly purred, indecisively putting some heels back that you had second thoughts about.

Mingi looked at the massive space at the right side of your room, still empty, just the mirror that was looking back at him. “Did you figure out what you’re going to do with this space over here yet? It’s been a while since you last told me the ideas you had for it.”

“I still have no idea, I have to talk to Yunho about it,” you walked out of your closet, holding two pairs of heels in your hands. “Which ones?”

He raised his eyebrow, flicking his tail. “Am I helping you dress for your date?”

You cocked your head to the side, “Well, what else are you going to do? I need advice, especially with jewelry later.”

He did want to spend time with you… but maybe not like this. 

One of the two heels was an intricately detailed black stiletto, coming to a sharp point. The second one was a black block heel with a strap around the ankle, rounding at the front. Both could fit the dress, but one was more practical in his opinion.

“Stiletto if you aren’t walking for too long, block heel if you need more stability,” he shrugged, pushing himself off your bed. “That’s the best advice I can give you for that, I’m not too familiar with heels.”

Considering that you aren’t too confident on the stilettos yet, you choose the block heels, placing the other ones back in their original spot. When you came back from the closet, Mingi was already at your door, reaching for the door knob.

“Oh? You’re… leaving?” You asked him, standing a few feet away from him. This was unlike him, unsure of what to do.

Mingi nodded, ears lowering on his head. “I should leave you to prepare, I can’t distract you when you have to get ready,” he barely glanced back at you, unable to meet your eyes. “I should probably check on San, see how he is doing. I’ll see you later, beautiful.”

“O-okay. See you.” You stood there, ears matching his now, gently holding your heels in your hand.

A part of you felt… sad? Upset? Almost like you were about to lose something yourself. 

He bowed respectfully, silently leaving afterwards. Your heart slightly ached, confused on what to do. 

With the way Mingi is acting… clearly he likes you. You love that he does because…  you… 

You like… him too. 

It hurts because you obviously like Yeosang, thrilled to be going on this date with him. Yeosang opened your eyes to a sense of longing that you’ve been looking for, seeing his different personalities after spending time with him, it was a change you adored.

So yes, you do feel guilty for getting the opportunity to enjoy something domestic like a date to a fancy restaurant. It just so happened to be Yeosang and not Mingi.

He should’ve asked you earlier.

You just got over your feelings with San and his ex, now your heartstrings are getting pulled because of your own feelings for Mingi.

However, even at times when Yeosang makes you feel the most exhilarated, you’d still sometimes think of Mingi…

Out of everyone—you like everything about him. The only thing that would’ve topped him off would’ve been Yeosang’s bite.

Why is it difficult to choose one? Maybe that’s why a part of you hasn’t fully committed yourself. Even when you feel like you’ve found your potential lover?

Sighing again, you placed the heels in front of your nightstand, sitting at your vanity. Your screen lit up, catching your attention as Yeosang’s name popped up. 

Sangie🐶🩵: “Can’t wait to see you today 💛.”

Your heart still fluttered, cheeks warming up to his message while you sent your last one. You still had enough time to prepare, still indecisive on hairstyle and makeup—but at least you had the base of your outfit ready…

Yeosang’s face felt hot, flush with shyness while reading your messages, meanwhile Wooyoung was cooing at how cute the both of you were being.

“Hyung, I’m so jealous, take me with you~” Wooyoung pouted, hanging upside down off of Yeosang’s bed while the older leaned against his dresser.

“It’s our date, you can ask her on a different occasion.” Yeosang placed his phone down, crossing his arms over his chest.

Wooyoung raised his eyebrows. “Is that so?”

Deep down, Yeosang didn’t like the idea. “Yes.”

Wooyoung purred, sitting upright on Yeosang’s bed. “It’s still not fair that I wasn’t called once, hmph. But it confirms my theory…”

“What theory?” The older male asked.

“That she likes you,” Wooyoung rooted for his friend. “And now someone boring like you can actually go on a date with a gorgeous and interesting woman as Y/N.”

“Yah, according to y/n, I’m actually very charming.”

“Wow, the one other person that agrees with you?”

“And the only one whose opinion matters, unlike the one that’s coming from a brat like you.” Yeosang seethed, pushing himself off the dresser.

“Well, as long as she likes you back, that’s all that matters,” Wooyoung sighed, silently wishing that you did call for him at least once… “What are you wearing?”

“I don’t know yet, I was wondering if you could help me.” Yeosang awkwardly chuckled, rubbing his nape. 

Wooyoung gave him a confused look. “You’d think with all the experience we have by now, you could dress yourself a bit.”

“I want to look nice for Y/N,” Yeosang pouted, ears falling on his head. “If you’re not going to help me, leave.”

“And what if I want to watch you get dressed?” Wooyoung wiggled his eyebrows, to which Yeosang rolled his eyes, heading to his closet. “Why not just ask Seonghwa hyung?”

Yeosang scoffed, “he’s going to put me in the most attention-seeking, extravagant suit for a dinner reservation.”

“If you tell him it’s a simple, romantic date with Y/N, he’ll tone it down a bit,” Wooyoung tried to be reasonable, but even he’s familiar with his owner's habits. “The most he’ll do is try to get you to match with Y/N.”

Yeosang shrugged, pulling out random blouses. “I’d rather take that over anything.”

“I guess,” Wooyoung copied him, following him around his room. “What is Y/N wearing anyway?”

“I have no clue. I should’ve asked.” Yeosang came to that conclusion after staring at different shades of blouses scattered on his bed. 

He didn’t think that part through.

Several hours passed for the both of you, critiquing your own selves for overthinking on certain looks and accessories. Yeosang got the help he needed from Wooyoung, although it was just mainly his friend talking while he held items up. 

You were officially dressed and ready for your date, just in your room doing some finishing touches. You styled your hair into a half up-half down part, curling the ends of it outward. Your dress looked so pretty on you, with your heels complimenting the whole look. You highlighted your features with a bit of makeup, settling for a red berry lip tint and a soft blush. For jewelry, you settled for some simple silver bracelets and earrings, unable to find a necklace that suited your dress. You chose to go without one, packing your little ‘Coach’ purse with your phone and wallet.

Taking one look in the mirror, and photos for memories of your first date, you felt excited and ready for your date. It was already five p.m, meaning Yeosang could be coming any minute.

So, you exited your room, peeking out into the hallway to see if you could spot anyone. There was a voice downstairs, but you couldn’t make out who it was at the moment. You eventually made your way down, spotting San leaning against the dining table. He looked like he was waiting for somebody, still dressed in his inside clothes—he hasn’t noticed you yet, looking down at his phone. What gave you away was your heels hitting each step, making his ears poke up. When he noticed you, he placed his phone in his pocket, unable to remove his eyes from you. 

“Have you seen… Yunho?” he asked you, taking a second to admire your whole look.

“No.” you shook your head, crossing your purse in front of you. You were clearly aware of his endearing gaze, unable to avoid it.

He took a second for his heart to settle. “You look… really beautiful,” San complimented you, giving you a small smile. “I hope you enjoy your date today.”

“Why thank you,” you playfully bowed, giggling when he gave you his best princely bow.

Although he was slightly jealous, he couldn’t dim your light—right now, you were shining, and that’s all he wants for you.

“Why are you looking for Yunho?”

“He wanted to cook dinner tonight to have our own family ‘date’ dinner since you’ll be out. I’m supposed to help cook, but I was taking a nap.” He admitted, yawning to basically confirm his words. 

You both jumped at the sliding backyard door opening, revealing Yunho standing tall with a bag of charcoal in his hands. 

“Well aren’t you the prettiest house cat?!” Yunho exclaimed, resting the bag on the floor against the counter. “I don’t even remember getting you this dress.”

You giggled, warming up. “Silly, you got it for me a couple months ago.”

Yunho knitted his eyebrows, nodding reassuringly. “Oh yeah, I remember.”

Yunho did not remember getting you it, he probably buys you too many clothes.

“When is Sang-ssi coming to scoop you up? Do you need to be driven anywhere?” Yunho asked; he trusts Yeosang enough to protect you, but he still needs to make sure himself that you get to point a and b. 

He was slightly tense about everything that happened a week or two ago.

“Soon, and I don’t think you need to drive us anywhere. I actually don’t know where we’re going.” You informed them, smiling brightly at the surprise.

San raised his eyebrows, pleasantly surprised himself, arms crossed over his chest as he relaxed against the table next to Yunho. He also would’ve made it a surprise date if he took you out. Yunho placed his hands over his heart, cooing at you while playfully hitting San’s shoulder, adoring you. 

“How are you feeling? Do you need Mingi to help regulate before you leave?” Yunho asked, being cautious of your emotions. 

Because earlier, you were slightly hesitant, fully understanding what he may be feeling for you. If Yeosang felt like you were using him for sex to get over San, who is to say Mingi felt like you were just using him for emotional balance to see Yeosang? He already felt some type of way when you asked for fashion advice for your date, but he signed up to support you…

“Yes, where is he anyway?” You questioned since he wasn’t down here with everyone. 

“Oh, he’s starting the grill fire in the backyard,” Yunho pointed to the charcoal bag by the kitchen. “He wanted steak, so I’m making it.”

San purred, “That’s for dinner tonight?” He asked, silently beaming. 

“Yes, but I need you to go handle the seasoning before we all get high blood pressure,” Yunho gave him a task to help with dinner tonight, getting the approval of the younger. “Everything else, we’ll handle it.”

“Yunho-hyung, the fire is on.” The sliding doors opened again, revealing Mingi entering.

“Thank you,” Yunho bowed, rubbing his palms on his pants. “I’m going to get started on washing the rice.”

“Okay,” Mingi moved out the way for his hyung to pass, disappearing toward the kitchen. He didn’t notice that Yunho was blocking you the entire time, standing in place when he spotted you. “Y/n-ssi… you look breathtaking.”

You blushed, knowing that he meant it. “Thank you, couldn’t have done it without your help.”

Mingi waved that statement off, claiming it untrue. “You didn’t need my help, everything beautiful just comes naturally to you.”

“Oh god.” You couldn’t help but cover your face, hearing Mingi chuckle, wagging his tail.

San wasn’t impressed, cringing at the side as his ears and tail lowered. “‘Oh god‘ indeed...”

Mingi ignored his friend; he got you to blush.

“Do you need—“

“Can I scent—“

The both of you spoke, cutting each other off at the same time. Being the gentleman that he is, Mingi gestured for you to speak first.

Slightly embarrassed now, you still wanted to ask. “Can I scent you? Before I leave?”

To scent him before you leave means that some of him will linger on you while you’re out, he liked the sound of that. His tail wagging picked up the speed, ears perched high as he nodded frantically.

“Sure, uh, here?” He tried his best not to sound excited, instead he tried to act nonchalant. 

San thought his friend was being rather pathetic.

“Mhm.” You held your hands out, welcoming him with open arms to begin when he wanted to. 

So, Mingi stepped forward, gently pulling you in by your hands as he closed the space between the both of you. 

He could feel that you were nervous at first about something, noticing how the heaviness of its weight slowly disappeared. It was replaced with what felt like content to him, however there was a lingering sense of mourn and loss poking somewhere in the distance. If he asked you about it, you probably weren’t going to be up front right away. So he continued to scent you, pulling you in for just a bit of comfortability. 

He accidentally licked his lips near your scent gland, not thinking anything of it as he was just trying to wet his lips. However, with you missing the effect of Yeosang’s bite, just the closeness of Mingi’s tongue near your scent gland made goosebumps decorate your skin. Your left hand subconsciously flew to his sleeve, gripping it to give yourself a sense of reality. The sense of loss that he once felt poking in the distance dissolved, being replaced by something he felt before.

It was warm, like an embrace that soothed his whole being, yet with butterflies in the pit of his stomach. He only felt like this when you and him were doing something intimately; scenting could be intimate, but this wasn’t meant to be intimate in his mind. 

He was just doing his job, he thought. 

So, when he pulled away and felt the small sense of loss return to you again, he cocked his head to the side. Even if he knew the answer, he still asked. “Are you okay now?”

You inhaled deeply, sighing. “Yes. Thank you.”

Mingi nodded, putting his hands on his pockets. He took a second to really look at your appearance, thinking everything about you was perfect, however something was missing,

“Hmm…” he hummed, looking at your neckline. “No necklace?”

You didn’t notice that he’d catch that, feeling your neck for nothing. “I didn’t have one that went with the dress, so I chose nothing at all.”

“Why didn’t you ask—“

The loud bell of the gates rang throughout the house, alarming everyone inside. Your heart raced, glancing at the door excited but nervous. Mingi could feel all of that, dropping his ears on his head as he tried not to sulk—San noticed everything, understanding how his friend was feeling, but unable to have an opinion on the matter. 

Instead, San walked towards the house's control system, allowing Yeosang to enter through the side door. 

There was only so little time before he reached the front door, making you go through your mental checklist of things. “Phone, gum, tint…”

Mingi could feel how tense you slightly were, knowing a kiss would probably help your nerves. A part of him couldn’t, it didn’t feel right when you were about to go on your date. His canine called for him to take some initiative, but he ignored it. 

His heart raced too; it felt like a count down until he officially lost you.

“Was that Sangie?” Yunho reappeared from the kitchen, patting his hands dry as he walked towards you and Mingi.

“Yeah, he should be here soon.” San nodded, mirroring Mingi with his hands in his pocket.

Yunho exhaled, giving you a warm expression. “Are you excited?”

“Very.” You kept it short and simple, purring when he gave you a peck on the forehead. 

When he walked away and closer to where San was, you felt Mingi’s hand rub against your upper back, catching your attention.

He scrunched his nose, displaying his toothy grin. “I hope you have an amazing night and a wonderful date, Princess.”

You could smell more of his pheromones in the air; he was pushing them out for you. He must’ve sensed how you were feeling. The other day, you probably wouldn’t have appreciated it, right now, you needed it more than ever. 

You couldn’t help but give him a tight hug, thanking him once more. He gave one back, beginning to accept the reality for what it is. 

Then the doorbell rang; now his canine was full on yelling at him.

He let go, maintaining his joviality as Yeosang was officially at the door, watching you walk closer to where Yunho and San were. His hand subconsciously ran across his left pec, rubbing over where his heart was to soothe the empty ache he felt. A part of him wanted to whine because his canine was calling for you, but Mingi was too busy shutting it out.

San volunteered to open the door, wanting to get everything over with so dinner could start. Swinging it open, at first he was fine, and then he saw the bouquet Yeosang was holding. A reminder of the bouquet ticked San off a bit, but it wasn’t Yeosang’s fault at all—he just hates tiny reminders of his ex.

“Good afternoon, hyung,” San greeted kindly, also pleased with the way Yeosang was dressed tonight.

“Good afternoon, San-ah,” Yeosang bowed, glad to see his friend for the first time in a while.

San moved out of the way for him to walk in, greeting Yunho. “We can get to everything in a bit, I’m sure she’s been waiting a long time for you.”

“Y-yes.” Yeosang nodded, slightly blushing. He was tightly gripping the stems of the bouquet, slightly overwhelmed.

When Yunho moved out of the way, his grip loosened, feeling his tail and ears lighten up when he saw you. 

Yeosang had on an all black three-piece suit, with the tie, shoes, and belt to match. What stood out on the suit was a silver rhinestone flower chain brooch, connecting from the top left of his shoulder to the left collar of his suit jacket. Some stones were sporadically placed around his cuffs, adorned by simple cuff links. It wasn’t doing too much; a lovely, simple suit with accents to accentuate it. One side of his hair was loosely pinned, still having some strands shadow over his birthmark.

Both of you were glad neither of you overdressed for the order, still thinking the other looked elegant.

“Woah.” Was all Yeosang mustered the courage to say, making both San and Mingi mentally face palm themselves—Great first start. 

“I’m gonna go start on dinner.” San coolly dismissed himself, getting a silent approval from Yunho. He was also unable to watch the current events unfold.

It relieved some of the tension off of both your and Yeosang’s shoulders, he couldn’t help but look at you with the most admiration. 

“You’re very lovely, as always,” Yeosang deeply bowed towards you.

You couldn’t help but bow back, “Your handsomeness highlights your suit.”

Yunho couldn’t help but feel so happy for the both of you and the date. “Aren’t you the cutest?”

“Yuyu, please.” You cupped your cheek, blushing.

Mingi watched from the sidelines, how the interactions between you and Yeosang felt natural. Whatever tension you had felt beforehand has completely disappeared and has been replaced by those same butterflies he felt earlier. It didn’t feel as intense as the one he shared with you, but he could feel it. He could feel Yeosang too, how completely excited he was too. 

It must be so nice.

Yeosang glanced over at Mingi, bowing towards him. “Good afternoon, Mingi-ssi.”

“Afternoon, Sangie-hyung.” Mingi greeted in return, giving his friend a warm smile. 

He wasn’t mad at his hyung, he was anything but that. Hell, Yeosang is the only one he can relate to with so many felines around him. He was just jealous. Jealous for not taking the opportunity that Yeosang initiated first. All it showed to Mingi was that Yeosang was better than him and he can acknowledge that. He deserved you. 

Yet his canine still wants you.

He watched as Yeosang gave you the bouquet, seeing you smell it and compliment it, praising the colors and its variations. Yeosang voiced that at first he didn’t want to get them considering the events that unfolded, but Seonghwa convinced him otherwise and to turn it back into the symbol it originally was. 

A gift to be given to your loved ones.

You tightly held onto them, appreciating that they weren’t sent from your job as well. 

Yunho didn’t want to stall any reservations, needing to ask important questions. “So, Sang-ah, do you two need help getting there?”

He shook his head, placing his hands over themselves. “We have a car service for the entire night to get us home; a special request from Seonghwa so that she’s brought back home safe and sound.”

Yunho knew he could feel reassured by Yeosang, relaxing already. “Y/N’s safety and comfortability—“

“Is my number one priority.” Considering what happened at the club, you had complete faith in that statement.

“If anything goes wrong, please contact Seonghwa or I regarding literally any and all issues. I don’t suppose you have a curfew, Y/n doesn’t either as long as I get checkups along your night. But obviously, don't stay out too long.” Yunho gave some instructions to Yeosang, feeling better to have gotten all the most important details out of the way. 

Yeosang nodded, mentally checking off each one. “Trust, I don’t plan to keep her out too long.”

“Alright then. Off you go, kiddos.” Yunho clapping, attempting to get you two out of here for your respective dinner date. 

Turning towards Yunho, you handed him your bouquet. “Can you please put this in the vase on the balcony?”

“Of course my love. I hope you have a great night.” Yunho gave you another peck on your forehead, dismissing himself to bring them to your room.

You and Yeosang made eye contact, ready for your date and time spent with each other. Gently, he held a hand out for you, waiting for you to place your hand in his. Just as you were about to, a voice called out for you, making you turn your head.

“Y/n…” Mingi called out for you, trying to stop himself. He wasn’t trying to do this, but his body was moving on its own. “I have a necklace that will go well with your outfit.”

Tilting your head, you watched as he took off the one he has been wearing since this morning, displaying it for you first. He wanted to see if you liked it first before placing it on you. It was a simple, silver necklace with a small rectangle clear quartz gemstone.

“I like it.” You approved of it, gesturing for him to put it on you. 

Yeosang had already lowered his hand, patiently waiting instead. For some reason, Yeosang’s canine was bothered by Mingi’s gesture, although he couldn’t do much if you were accepting of it. 

Mingi hummed, waiting for you to turn around. He gently brought it around your neck, shortening the necklace by clasping the chain when the necklace laid where he felt it fit. When he finished, you fixed your hair, turning around to face him.

“How does it look?” You asked Mingi, wanting an honest opinion. 

His canine was pleased and so was he. “Better; very fitting.” His canine felt like he claimed you back in a sense, having you wear his necklace on your date with Yeosang.

You bowed again, giving him a small wave before turning back to Yeosang, leaving the taller hybrid by himself. Yeosang held his hand back out for you, taking note of Mingi’s endearing gaze at you as you gently took his hand. He wrapped your arm under and over his bicep, closing the gap for you two to walk arm in arm. 

“Are you ready?” Yeosang quietly asked you, checking in on you. 

“Yes.” You happily replied, walking with him towards the front door before closing the door behind you. 

Mingi was left in the wide, empty space of the dining room, left to deal with his newly found broken heart. He was just unable to express it; even if he wanted to, it’s selfish when you’re happy right now. 

That was it. Everything was great while it lasted. You were everything he had hoped for—set the standard too high for. He’s happy for you.

But then he suddenly felt an uncomfortable presence spreading along his back, almost as if it was going to wallow with jealousy. Some of it was him, yes, but not entirely him. He looked behind him, finding San staring at him, shaking his head. Now that Mingi was an emotional support hybrid, he could definitely understand how San feels.

“It’s time to let her go.” San pressed his lips into a taut line, feeling defeated himself. 

Mingi glanced back at the front door, ultimately turning around to face San. Sighing, he walked towards his friend and closer towards the backyard, seeking Yunho for comfort.

“What do you guys need help with?…” Mingi mumbled, ears flat on his head. 

Even after their conversation about potentially losing you, in the end, you slipped away from the both of them. San could only comfort him so little, rubbing his hand along his friend's back, hoping dinner would calm his nerves.

~~

The car ride with you and Yeosang was very quiet and sweet, respectful of the chauffeur that was escorting you. The two of you talked about how nice both of you looked, sharing how nervous the both of you actually were to be on a date together. But because of the mutual understanding, anything that would’ve been deemed awkward felt natural between you. 

Yeosang wanted to show you a different side of him today; to prove that he is more than just boring, even if you never treated him as such. 

When you arrived at your destination, Yeosang thanked the driver, stepping out of the car before helping you. He took your hand, steadying you as your heels hit the concrete. He ensured that your dress was alright before leading you towards the restaurant with your arm around his again. From the outside, it already looked fancy; guests were lined outside, waiting to get seated. However, instead of heading to the line, Yeosang brought you straight towards the host with a reservation book.

“Hello, Good evening,” Yeosang politely greeted them, “I have a reservation set for seven; under the name of Kang Yeosang.”

The host scanned the booklist with their pen, slowly trailing it down before stopping in the middle of the page. “Reserving for two?”

“Yes.”

Grabbing two menu’s, the host gestured inside of the restaurant. “Please follow me.”

And so, Yeosang confidently led you through, careful to mind your step. The dim light lined up along the dark, brown walls made the scenery feel very intimate, pulling Yeosang’s arm just a little closer to you. However, once you passed through the small hall of the restaurant, you were astounded by the interior. 

The opening to the dining area was massive; the floor was elevated on three sides with the opposite sides being higher than the middle. But what caught your eyes the most was the ocean of flower heads scattered throughout the interior. They were decorated along the individual couple booths, draped from the ceilings off of stems, and vined against the walls. The booths were intimate and pod-like; almost like small fairy homes, with lavenders decorating the exterior and fairy lights dimly shining. You appreciated how the restaurant wasn’t overly fancy, and definitely to your taste.

“Sangie… this is all so… pretty.” You said softly, looking around still. 

Yeosang patted himself on the back, thankful for this restaurant recommendation. “I’m glad you like it.”

Eventually, you were brought to your reserved seating booth, personalized for the both of you. The flowers scattered on your pods were blue and purple azaleas, accented with small yellow dandelions—a personal request from Yeosang. The table already had a small ice bucket containing a bottle of wine, resting it in its designated spot.

The waiter placed the menus down, gesturing for the both of you to sit before excusing themselves as you situated. Yeosang let you enter the booth first, thankful that your dress was long enough to keep you modest, but he was still weary of wandering eyes. Soon after, Yeosang scooted next to you, finally able to relax,

You placed your purse on the right of you, turning to face Yeosang, feeling suddenly shy about how closed off the booth was, shielding you from the rest of the patrons in the restaurant.

“Thank you for bringing me here, seriously,” you couldn’t stop staring at the interior of the pod itself, admiring the details. “How did you even find a place like this?”

He awkwardly chuckled, finding your admiration adorable. “Seonghwa hyung recommended it. Especially since you probably are going to miss handling flowers for a bit. Plus, he said he frequents here sometimes for business meetings.”

Looking around, you couldn’t tell where a business meeting could’ve been held. “Isn’t this pretty intimate for a business dinner?”

Yeosang looked around too, ears flattening on his head in confusion. “Yeah… but I don’t think hyung has too many friends either. Now that you mention it…”

“Hmm?”

Yeosang shrugged, unable to correlate what he wanted to say, dropping his suspicions.

You reached for the bottle of wine in the bucket, closely reading it. It was a white wine, a type of wine you have not tried yet. You were weary of it because of your first experience, but not all wines were the same.

“It came with the package, we don’t have to drink this,” Yeosang leaned in, seeing as you looked like you were contemplating it. “I can request anything else if need be.”

You held the bottle closer to you, furrowing your eyebrows. “I’d like to try some.” You don’t drink often, never really having the opportunity to, and you haven’t seen Yeosang drunk yet. 

Right before you could hand it to him, the waiter returned  with a pen and notepad, patiently waiting for your orders. You still had the bottle in one arm, skimming through the menu. Considering that you had seafood last time you went to a restaurant, you changed it up this time.

“May I please get the lamb chops with rosemary gravy?” You ordered kindly, handing the waiter your menu as Yeosang ordered after. 

“I’d like a fillet minion if you don’t mind—medium please.”

The waiter took the menus, bowing before closing the sheer curtain that blocked you from the rest of the patrons.

Yeosang held his hand out, silently nodding towards the bottle still in your arms. “Allow me.”

Handing it to him, Yeosang carefully unwrapped the seal, reaching for the cork screw to uncork the bottle. He turned it away from you, worried about potentially splashing you. Luckily, both of your clothes were fine, putting the cork screw away to pour the both of you glasses. 

You shuffled closer to him as he poured, watching him slide your glass towards you before his own. He placed the bottle back in the bucket, raising his glass up.

“Do you like wine?” He asked you, seeing as you still toyed with the stem of the wine glass.

“I’ve tried it only once, never again since then.” You informed him, raising your glass too.

He hummed, lightly swirling it. “Hyung says that swirling it and smelling it makes the taste better.”

So you did as he mentioned, swirling your wine before smelling it. It had an aromatic sweet, green grape scent to it with a very, very small tinge of the tartness you remember coming from aged wines. You clunk your glasses, giggling at how cliche it was before taking a sip. He waited for you to drink first to see your reaction, watching the clear liquid slip past your lips, deciding to drink it himself.

It was sweet—whatever you pictured wine to taste like originally, it was this. This was the perfect option for you; a safe wine, and something that felt grown.

“This might be the first wine I actually like.” You told Yeosang, surprising him. Granted, he would’ve known what to get you, but Seonghwa insisted on making the entirety of the dinner plans—he can’t take all the credit.

But he agreed with you, placing his glass down on the table. “Seriously though, you look really beautiful tonight.”

You rested yours down as well, slightly bowing. “Thank you. I never like to do too much make up because… well I don’t know how to. But I hope it didn’t ruin my face too much.”

Yeosang’s mission for tonight was to not touch you and he almost did, fighting the urge to hold your hand. “You didn’t ruin a thing.”

You gave him a quiet ‘thank you’, delighted by how sweet he was. “Thank you for bringing me on my first date.”

His ears settled in airplane mode, unable to believe that. “This is really your first?”

“Well, how can I say?… I never considered the small outings I’ve had with San and Mingi as dates because it was never called one. You actually asked me out on a date.” 

Yeosang was honestly surprised, satisfied that he was your first in a way. “Depending on if this night goes well, I’d love to take you on many more.”

You blushed lightly, “I’d like that.”

“How has it been since um… I last saw you?” Yeosang questioned, rubbing the back of his neck. He was thankful for the curtains as it encased some of your pheromones even though he was right next to you.

Considering the last time he saw you was… when he left that morning after you called him over. Neither he nor Wooyoung knew about any updates after that.

“I’ve been fine personally; things have gotten better with San, Mingi, and I, which I’m really glad for. We managed to get everything for San wiped from his ex, so that’s one less problem we have to deal with. As of right now…”

“Right now?” Yeosang repeated, thinking plans weren’t going well.

“Something else came up… or is coming up. And I’m not sure what to do.”

“Would you like to talk about it?”

You sat back in your seat, looking at your glass, chuckling. “Maybe after another sip.”

And so Yeosang joined you, sipping the wine together. 

After taking your sip, you held it in your lap, staring at the liquid inside. “With Mingi being my emotional support now, he can constantly tell what I’m feeling because he can feel it too.”

Yeosang’s ears poked up, intrigued by how the emotional support aspect works between the two of you.

“The day you left… I wore your boxers because I missed you. He caught me wearing them and it’s not like I could lie, he knew it wasn’t his or San’s. We kind of had a brief conversation—which eventually led us all to finally talking.”

He was flattered to hear that you wore his boxers the same day he left them, however he hummed when he heard you say that, understanding Mingi immediately. 

“How is Mingi as your emotional support?”

You sighed, genuinely speaking from the heart. “I love it, I don’t think I would’ve asked for any other option.”

Hearing that hurt his heart a little, but he knew how you meant it.

“But there are times where I wish everything went back to normal, when he didn’t have to gauge how I was feeling every second.”

Yeosang nodded, crossing his arms over his chest. “Has Mingi ever spoken to you about how we get when we’re possessive or why we do anyway?”

You nodded back. “I know about how it’s hard to leave sometimes because your canine or something wants to stay in that form for as long as it can. As for why? I can’t remember, but I’m sure he told me a long time ago.”

He clenched his fists, resting them on his lap as he wasn’t sure if he should even bother with what he wanted to say.

“Usually, it’s not something that comes out unless you really like the other person. Especially if that person seems far too out of your league and deserves the best, and especially when you think you can’t meet all of their standards. For his reaction to be… what I presume was negative, Mingi must really like you—probably is already possessive with you.”

Which makes sense to him now, he couldn’t help but glance at Mingi’s necklace resting in the middle of your chest, leading back up to your eyes. 

You cocked your head to the side, putting two and two together. “His reaction to your bruise should’ve given it away.”

Yeosang hid behind a sip of wine, “I would think so too.”

“But now that I think about it, you kept mentioning how I kept making something hard for you. I was wondering what it was?” You asked him, giving him your full attention. 

He placed the glass down, clearing his throat as it's been too long since he’s been holding back what he’s wanted to say.

“I think you are a very beautiful person who deserves the world and everything you want. I’m not sure if you could tell but… I do have feelings for you. I really do like you, Y/N…” Yeosang confessed, making sure to find the words to articulate everything he wanted to say to you.

“I didn’t want to fall too deep, because I know I can’t give you everything—if you ask Mingi, he’ll know what I mean,” it took everything in him not to burst into a puddle of embarrassment, but his canine was too busy picking at him to wrap it up. “But I knew it couldn’t hurt to at least try, you know? It’s just... one thing had to be sacrificed that you liked in the process: biting you.”

Your ears went into airplane mode, saddened. “I was wondering why you stopped when you began coming over.”

“If I kept doing it, I think I would’ve sunk into the depths with you.” He said very seriously—you took it seriously too. It’s how you mentioned your body feeling when he bit you, it must feel the same for him, just differently. 

“Because you would’ve liked me too much?”

“It sounds silly…”

“In general, a bit. But given the context, I understand what you mean,” you can’t shame him for protecting his feelings too. “I never saw the problem with it because if it’s a natural reaction that comes out of you, especially if it’s towards people you like, I would want you to indulge in it. Why would you need to hide it?”

“It’s just something we’re taught; possessiveness can come off as scary and I don’t want to—“

“That’s another thing; this whole scary thing,” you didn’t mean to interrupt him, but it was something that bothered you. “I don’t know if you make yourself out to be this big, scary guy, or if people perceive you that way, but you aren’t to me. So if there’s one thing I have to ask of you is to stop thinking that I’m scared of you or that you are.”

He kind of felt like he was getting scolded by Wooyoung, but he knew you meant good, especially that it was coming from you. “I mainly get it from my peers, so I try not to be.”

“Well, I feel more than comfortable with you. I have never not felt safe with you around, and you have been there in more ways than you think to protect me and ensure my safety. You could never be terrifying to me, especially when… I like you too.”

Yeosang glanced up at you, ears poking up as he practically shot to the moon. “You… like me?”

“I do, I think I came to that conclusion a long time ago,” you shyly admitted, reaching out for his hand. “The only problem is… I just got over my feelings with San. I’m not denying you, it’s not that at all…”

“Hey,” Yeosang squeezed your hand; he could reciprocate considering you reached out first. It would’ve been disrespectful of him if he didn’t. “Nothing you say will upset me. Please, speak your mind.”

You pulled his hand into your lap, wanting to touch him for comfort. “I’m sorry.”

“You don’t need to apologize either.”

You took a second to find what you wanted to say, making sure not to come off non-committing. “… For the longest, I’ve always wanted my own partner, whether it be one of you or someone outside. It’s just with everything that happened, I think I need to figure out my emotions first before I decide what I truly want.”

“But I would love to enjoy this date, I don’t want this to ruin anything.” You clarified with Yeosang, silently thanking the alcohol for giving some courage to be honest.

“I can’t see how you could have,” he smiled at you, running his thumb across the back of your hand. “I’m really glad the feelings are mutual at least. You just recovered from a stress heat, you don’t have to explain anything to anyone. I can wait for as long as you need, as long as you’re happy and healthy, that’s all I care about.”

You hummed in agreement, finding his words endearing. “Sangie? What made you like me?”

Your sudden question threw him off guard, “you’re kind of putting me on the spot here.” 

You only giggled at his reaction, still anticipating an answer. 

“Probably… when I first heard you laugh… I just think it became more intense during your birthday last year. I wasn’t thinking much about what I was feeling at the time, but then we started talking more. The more we talked, the more I found out I liked even the littlest things about you; ones that you probably find the most uninteresting. I found myself wanting to be around you more; to find any excuse to see you.”

“You’ve liked me since then?” It’s been a little over a year since you went drinking with everyone for the first time; for him to have held his feelings since then made you soft inside.

“Maybe a little before that day, but yes.” He nodded, unable to feel anymore shy. Although the majority of the weight on his shoulders lifted confessing to you, it still wasn’t everything he wanted to say. 

“Yeosang, I—“

You were interrupted when the waiter returned with the food, greeting themselves again before opening the curtain again, in case you two were busy. They quickly placed the plates down, giving complimentary bread, briefly explaining how everything was made and what was in it. Afterwards, you and Yeosang were left to your devices once more, closed out from everyone else behind sheer curtains.

“What were you saying?” Yeosang quietly asked, refocusing back to you. 

Both of you wished one of you would close the gap, but neither of you would. Yeosang was adamant on completing his mission and you already were going through your own complications on the matter.

“Thank you for being so sweet, all the time, without having to be asked. For also being one of the first people to tell me how they feel about me; your efforts are definitely acknowledged.”

Yeosang almost spoke up to say something, but quickly bit his tongue, hoping you didn’t notice his hesitation. His heart was full of emotions and threatened to seep, but he didn’t want to scare you. 

Taking it easy was the better option, he lightly squeezed your hand. “You are a wonderful woman, you deserve more praise.”

You let go of his hand first, reaching for your glasses again for a small cheer, sharing an intimate moment between the both of you as you sipped. Yeosang gestured for you to dig in; although it was basically both of your first times here, he still wanted you to try everything first. 

However, you caught him, nudging him. “Join me.”

He almost mentally slapped himself, seeing as you caught on. So, he did, cutting a piece of steak for himself as you enjoyed your lamb chops. The food was amazing; seasoned and cooked perfectly to the point that it didn’t even need a sauce from how tender the meat was. The richness of the gravy gave you sort of a home cooked feel, a distant taste that felt almost recognizable to you. Unfortunately, no memories surfaced. 

Yeosang couldn’t help but share, his body moved naturally to cut you a piece of his steak. Unbeknownst to him, you were also cutting a piece of your lamb chop for him, stabbing the small piece. You held your fork first, ears poking up when you noticed he was doing the same for you. 

However, Yeosang covered his face with his hand, shyly turning away from you. “Sorry, you’re just too cute for some reason.”

You whined, tugging him by his sleeve with a full blush on your face, earning a laugh from him. Eventually, he gave in when you pouted, still offering it to him as you were worried the gravy would drip on him. He gratefully took the bite you offered, humming with delight. He held up his fork for you, hovering his hand below it for you as well.

It was a lovely steak—the butteriness of the meat caught your attention first, amazed by how it felt like it just disappeared as you chewed. He thought the way your tail swayed as you focused on the food was an adorable trait from you. In case you wanted more, he cut some more and set them aside for you to grab at whenever you wanted. 

Over dinner, and through the rest of the wine bottle, you and Yeosang talked and talked, watching as patrons that came after you left before you. Sooner than later, Yeosang decided that dinner reservations were over, paying for the meal. 

The wine had you feeling very nice, only lightly tipsy. Yeosang might’ve drank the majority of it accidentally considering he was barely affected by the alcohol. He left the booth first, helping you by your hand out of your seat, standing next to him. You adjusted your dress, flattening it as he grabbed your purse for you, holding it for you until you were ready. 

Instead, you made him hold onto it, deciding you wanted to hold him arm. “I’m not too tipsy… but I do feel just slightly lighter than usual.”

“I’ll get you home as soon as I can.” He pulled out his phone to call you a car service, but you pushed his hand down.

“I don’t want to go home yet, I’m really enjoying tonight.”

Yeosang was surprised himself, showing concern first. “Hey Y/n, are you okay?”

You pouted, “I left the house one time, now a girl can’t stay outside for a little bit longer.”

“Technically, it was twice.”

“Yeosang, please. Not right now.” 

He chuckled at you, confidently leading you towards the exit. “There’s a park nearby if you want to walk along it.”

“I’d like to.” 

The walk was ideally ten minutes away from the restaurant, thinking it looked even prettier at night. You don’t recall ever being to this park, but it was pretty big, accompanied by trees, lots of open space, and a large fountain in the distance. 

Even though it was late at night, there were still families out, some people with their friends and significant others, some vendors selling snacks. The street lamps kept it lively, listening to incoherent conversations from strangers the two of you walked by. In the distance, there was a group of people gathered around someone else who was busking near the fountain. From where the two of you were, you couldn’t fully hear them, but you could see the person was holding a guitar.

And because curiosity always wins, you pulled Yeosang into that direction; he wondered what caught your eye, but trusted where you were leading him. The closer you got, the clearer the singing became, alluring you. You didn’t shove through the crowd, opting for a spot behind people. What caught your eye was the person that was singing.

They were a hybrid somewhere around your age, and the fact that they were a hybrid alone astonished you. This was a dream you yourself want to achieve, but just don’t have the courage within you to pursue. To watch them be so confident and brave, playing music and singing in front of such a small crowd full of people must’ve been hard to overcome. Maybe that was just you projecting—a of you yearns for this reality too, but it seemed just too out of reach for you. You silently wished them the best; to be a prodigy for hybrids that would’ve loved a dream as such. 

Because of how in tune you were to the song, Yeosang loosened his arm from around yours, extending it instead to offer a brief dance. Even though you were shy around him, you weren’t shy to act like yourself around him, playfully giving a princess bow before you took his hand. He pulled you in, leaving a respectful amount of size between the both of you, before lightly resting his hand on the small of your back. 

You swayed to the music behind everybody, in your own little world to enjoy a moment together. Although you couldn’t really dance, Yeosang made sure you never faltered, turning your two left feet into usable ones. You’d grip his shoulder tighter if you felt like you were going to fall, only to relax when he tugged you in closer. Before you knew it, the song was already over and the crowd was applauding the performer. The both of you ended up finishing your dance, also applauding them before they started up their last song. Digging in your purse that Yeosang was still holding, you took out ten dollars and put in the performer's guitar case before deciding to continue walking the park.

“Did you know that song?” You asked Yeosang, swaying your tail behind you as the two of you along the path. 

Yeosang shook his head. “No, but they sounded nice.” It took him a minute for him to realize something; possibly the reason why you were so intrigued. “Didn’t you want to be a singer?”

You looked up at him, almost with starry eyes. “You remembered?”

“You always used to talk to me about your lessons with Jongho-ssi. I always wondered why you stopped.” Yeosang furrowed his eyebrows, asking seriously.

“I just… decided not to anymore, I don’t know.” You shrugged, never really thinking back to it until now. “I also felt bad considering how busy Jongho was, so I just decided to drop it.”

“Will you ever pick it back up?” He asked you, carefully examining your facial expressions for if he made you uncomfortable.

Stopping to look at the singing hybrid behind you, it felt bittersweet, but even you knew the answer. “Maybe as a hobby, just not a career.”

Yeosang hummed, deciding it was appropriate enough to eclipse his hand over the back of yours. If this is considered as him failing the mission, he accepted it—it was only to comfort and soothe you.

“If it makes you feel comfortable, I actually don’t really like modeling.” Yeosang confessed, deciding to share his vulnerability.

You were genuinely surprised. “Really? Why do you do it then?”

“Because of Seonghwa hyung; I love and appreciate him too much to really stop now. I don’t really like all the cameras or the perception of some fans. You weren’t wrong about the “scary” image problem—some fans like it, some fans don’t, but because of that, sometimes interactions outside can be overwhelming. I’m some character in a magazine to them, but I really am just myself at the end of the day. And the constant reminders of the stigmas don’t help either…”

“You should talk to Seonghwa about it.” He never really got to talk to you about things like this, so you took everything he said very seriously.

“The thing is he already has so much on his plate that even I see my dislike for it as trivial, which is why I endure it.”

“What is something you would like to do as a career?”

Yeosang genuinely pondered about it, listening to the dense clicks of your heels on the concrete floor. “Even though I dislike modeling, I’d rather help with something behind the scenes; maybe the camera work or creative direction.”

You really didn’t want it to eat Yeosang up forever, wanting to do something about it. “Can I talk to Seonghwa about it?”

“No, petal. I’m okay, I promise,” he reassured you, stopping the both of you in your tracks as he briefly took out his phone for the time. “As much as I love to keep you out, even bring you home… I think I should drop you off.”

You nodded, pouting. “I’m having so much fun, but I know I’m going to be tired soon; it’s for the best.”

He chuckled, partially because he knew that already. Because some things are still your first experiences; he noticed that you always try to enjoy it to your fullest, even if you try to fight sleep. He noticed it at your birthday last year, the Christmas party, and your housewarming—tonight, you didn’t go overboard or crazy at all, but you still could be tired.

Instead, he carried the car service, walking with you the rest of the way along the park, having small conversations. 

As you two were in the car, you couldn’t help but think how tonight was just… magnificent—Yeosang is magnificent. For him to have the plans already laid out, taking initiative to find a secondary activity, finding a wine that you finally liked, and remembering the little things about you. You don’t know why it feels like the first time anyone’s ever remembered even the smallest details. Maybe it’s not, considering that you’re sure San and Mingi have mentioned small things countless of times, but you don’t think they’ve come out and confessed their liking for you for it to mean much.

Maybe you’re not being considerate enough of the boy’s intentions because saying and doing are two different things. Maybe you wished they did a little bit of both like Yeosang did.

The car ride in itself was also lovely; being able to comfortably talk about anything and almost nothing with him. You rested your head on his shoulder the entire time, feeling him shake against you when you made him laugh. He was always attentive to you; asking if you were cold, smoothening and pulling down your dress for you in the car to make sure you were covered. He even asked if you wanted to call him later on just to talk some more, to which you said yes. And when the car dropped you off, he got out first, helping you out on the other side so you could protect behind you. 

You were quick to wrap your arm around his again, shaking your head at yourself. “Sorry if I’ve been clingy all day.”

“Not at all,” he reassured you once more, fixing your purse on his arm. “Did you enjoy tonight?”

“Very much.”

He couldn’t help but look down at the ground briefly while walking. “I was wondering if it went really well, I could take you out another time. Doesn’t have to be now—you need your space and rightfully so, I’m similar in that way.”

“Oh, please, I’d love to.” You purred softly, swaying your tail softly behind you. 

Yeosang was pleased with himself, having a list of ideas. “Great. What do you like? I was thinking…”

And then he discussed future plans with you, each sounding as thrilling as the last. Sooner than later, you had reached your gate, stopping your tracks by the side door. 

“I guess this is me, though I’d love to be out with you some more.” You shyly admitted, intertwining your fingers.

“You deserve to get some rest, I can see you any other time,” he smiled, resting his hands in his pocket as your purse hung loosely around his wrist. “I don’t think I ever got to ask you what made you like me.”

You sweetly smiled, tilting your head as you examined his face—you already knew what it was; just wanted a second to admire him. “Something about your aura was very calm and inviting, which is why I can never understand how people can say you look ‘scary’.”

That actually… made him feel really appreciated. Aside from maybe Wooyoung, everyone’s first impression of him was that he was some terrifying person. To find out you never thought about him like that had him glowing, almost like no one else’s word mattered. 

“Aside from that, physical attributes would be your teeth and birthmark.” You added on, purring as he smiled with all full teeth after you complimented him.

“I don’t know if you noticed actually but Wooyoung put a bit of makeup on it,” he stepped a little closer to you, leaning down and pointing at his birthmark to show you. “He wanted to make it a heart, but he shaped it sideways. I told him that you probably weren’t going to notice but he insis—“

He was too busy rambling to see that you actually leaned in to give him a peck on his birthmark, feeling rather affectionate with how close he was.

Yeosang blushed, standing back up to look down at you, a soft expression on his face. “… I was trying to avoid kissing you all night…” he confessed, making a wave of heat wash over you. 

“I’ve been waiting all day for one.” You replied back, raising your ears high on your head.

“I just wanted to show you that I am entirely serious about how I feel about you, so PDA wasn’t on my list.” Yeosang said quietly, taking one more step closer to close the gap between the both of you.

When you saw him lean again, you closed your eyes, expecting a chaste peck on the lips. Instead, you felt a sweet kiss on the cheek, lingering only briefly before pulling away. He failed, but you wanted it—how was he going to deny you?

“You have been wonderful tonight, I couldn’t have imagined a better night,” Yeosang said, slightly saddened that the night ended so fast too, but as long as you enjoyed yourself. “Thank you for accompanying me, beautiful.”

A little sentimental yourself, you gave him a soft smile. “And thank you for being exactly what I was hoping for, and so much more.”

Yeosang held back so much, he wanted to grab your face and kiss you terribly. His canine was even pushing him to do it, but Yeosang ignored it, preferring that everything fell into place organically. 

He bowed deeply, standing back up tall. “Have a wonderful night. Call me whenever you’d like.”

You returned one, placing your hand on your chest as you bowed deeply. “Get home safe, please tell Seonghwa that I said good night.”

He gave you a small nod, watching as you turned away to put in the passcode to enter through the side door. You didn’t forget to say goodbye, giving him a small wave before closing the door behind you. 

For the first time in a long time, you were happy, giddily walking along the hedged pathway to your house. This date definitely solidified your liking for Yeosang, a part of you wished it was the next date already, you just can’t get ahead of yourself.

When you walked up to the door, you rang the doorbell, signaling everyone that you were home. You waited patiently, happily humming to yourself as the door was opened by none other than Yunho. 

“At some point, I thought you two got lost,” Yunho greeted you, giving you space to walk in. “Welcome back home, how was it?”

“Spectacular, he was very kind and sweet. Such lovely food too. Oh my goodness, Yunho, I have to tell you about the restaurant!”

“Woah, woah, slow down,” Yunho chuckled, patting your hair flat on your head. “We can talk all about it soon, you should undress. I’m sure you’re tired from walking.”

As soon as he said it, your body finally realized how tired it was. All the adrenaline, excitement, and overall satisfaction from the date kept you going. You nodded eagerly, giving him a small peck on the cheek before undoing your shoes.

“Are San and Mingi asleep?” You asked, curious about their whereabouts.

“San? Definitely. Dinner made him full and so he passed again out on the couch. He’s always sleeping for some reason,” Yunho moved out of your way to show you his face first into the plushness, snoring. “As for Mingi, he went to his room after dinner. Not sure where he is.”

You nodded, carrying your heels in your hand. “I’ll be back, Yuyu~.”

“Yess~” Yunho sang back, heading over to living room to clean up a bit and to wake San up to go to his room.

When you went to head for the stairs, you almost jumped out of your skin, spotting Mingi sitting at the top flight of the stairs. In return, you startled him; he didn’t expect to scare you.

“I didn’t know you were going to be there.” You shook your head, walking up the stairs to meet him at the top flight.

“I was coming to answer the door, but then I saw hyung get to it first.” He shrugged, looking up at you with starry eyes as you looked down at him.

“Well, get off the staircase, handsome,” you patiently waited for the taller male to stand, towering over you with his hands in his pockets. “Would you like to come to my room? I would’ve invited San, but he’s asleep.”

Mingi shrugged, wordlessly nodding. He followed behind you, trying his best not to react—it wasn’t even him that felt this way. Or maybe it is; it was just easier to blame his canine.

So when he went to your room, your pheromones did help ease his wound, but it couldn’t take away the hurt he was enduring from how happy you felt.

He stopped himself in the middle of your room, watching you move about as you finally sighed in relief for finally being home. 

Starting off with your earrings, you slowly took them off as you turned to face Mingi. “I had an amazing night, the restaurant venue was so pretty. I wish I took more pictures, but I just wanted to enjoy everything at the moment.”

Mingi’s canine was too busy scanning you for any marks, seeing as you and Yeosang were out quite a while. Instead, Mingi himself hummed, noticing something was missing.

“Where’s your purse?”

“My purse?” You knitted your eyebrows, ears going in airplane mode. “I thought I… oh goodness, Yeosang has it.”

“Do you want me to call him for you?” Mingi offered.

You shook your head, “I’m sure he’ll come back. Or if he doesn’t, I can just call him on my tablet.”

Call him? Already? That’s nice. 

You didn’t see but Mingi was trying his best to suppress his canine’s calling for you, but it wasn’t working. He was overwhelmed, you were out of his grasp, he’s encased by your pheromones, and you have some of Yeosang’s lingering on you. How could you not feel his yearning for you? But then again, that’s not your job.

His hands were in his pockets to give him the feeling of restraint, not against you, but against his canine from acting out.

However, it was too late. 

You may have looked gorgeous with your hair styled however you liked, but whenever you took your hair back down to its natural state—as you did just now—he’s always reminded of why he fell for you in the first place. You’ve always been beautiful to him, in all styles you choose to be in. 

You turned your back to him, moving your hair out of the way to show him the clasp of his necklace. “Thank you for letting me borrow it. It’s really pretty.”

He furrowed his eyebrows. “You don’t want to keep it?”

“Why would I? It’s your necklace.” You briefly glanced over your shoulder, slightly confused by the question. 

“You usually keep my things.”

You giggled, not thinking much about it. “I know, but I can’t keep this; It’s too pretty.”

Stop.

Mingi silently nodded, his ears flat in his head as he hesitantly reached for his necklace.

Stop.

He was only able to hold onto the clasp, unable to get him to take it off just yet. And then your pheromones hit him deeply.

Stop!

“I miss you…” Mingi was out, his canine took charge. 

He unclasped it as you asked, but he hoped you would hear you. You froze in place—not scared—yet everything just felt familiar.

“I missed you too.” Your ears fell on your head, unable to look at him fully.

“I’m sorry, I just can’t accept it,” Mingi shook his head behind you, unmoving. “Not when we had something…”

“Mingi…” you looked towards your feet, looking at how bare they were outside of your heels. “I went on a lovely date with Yeosang—I’m sorry if you’re acting out now because of it. But you should’ve confessed to me sooner.”

“I did confess to you.” Mingi stated simply, not one falter on his words.

You turned back around to face him, eyebrows furrowed. Mingi’s expression matched yours. Why is this your first time actually acknowledging his small hint of sadness behind his eyes.

“I’m not sure if you remember the day after your first heat… and our conversation.”

You only glanced away to trace back your memories, looking back at him. Seeing how he was acting and thinking back to what Yeosang told you—

“Your possessiveness…”

Mingi nodded, swallowing thickly. “Do you remember what I said… when you asked me if I liked you at the time?”

How could you forget? Although you didn’t remember your first heat that much, you at least remember the conversation. It saddened you to see Mingi crying over feeling sorry about biting you the first time—only to find out it’s because of possessiveness. 

Possessiveness that breaks around the person you like.

“‘You have no idea, sweetheart’…” you repeated for him, showing him that you in fact remembered. 

“It seems like you still don’t,” Mingi half smiled, wanting to whimper. “In return, I was gifted with the knowledge to know exactly how you feel. But there are no emotions to support when you’re happy all the time—and I’m glad you are. It just took me a second to know who has been making you happier.”

You took a step forward, causing Mingi to tense up. That was actually him this time taking control, worried that his canine was about to make him out to be pathetic.

“Mingi…” You placed your hand on his arm, shortly realizing he wasn’t being receptive. 

He noticed how quickly your ears dropped, making his poke up immediately, sensing your mood shift. He immediately had to reassure you, “I didn’t mean to ruin your mood, he’s just not listening to me very well...”

“Who is ‘he’?” You asked, entirely confused.

Mingi wanted to bite his tongue, sighing. “My canine—the whole reason for our possessiveness.”

He felt your brief sadness turn into one of slight irritation, “I want to speak to him. I’m tired of you and Yeosang holding it back.”

“You want to… speak to him?” Mingi questioned you, raising his eyebrows.

“Yes. Now.” You wanted to relax and feel normal again. Yet nothing has felt that way since you returned home. You balled up your fists, staring him straight in the eye.

If you asked, who is Mingi to deny you? He’s always told himself that. He just doesn’t want to fight the internal battle anymore, hoping everything can come to a resolve. 

“I’m sorry about him in advance,” Mingi apologized, watching you nod before he closed his eyes, deeply exhaling. “Please don’t embarrass me…”

You watched as his tense body relaxed, standing up straighter. His ears pricked up, no longer seeming sad; his tail that was almost hidden in between his legs was now swaying almost hypnotically. When he opened his eyes, his facial expression was definitely relaxed, maybe a bit confident. 

One major difference was his eyes; they were dark, but they weren’t filled with lust, but control instead. Almost like Mingi wasn’t there. Half-lidded, yet gone.

“Hello,” Mingi half-bowed, placing his hand on his heart. “It’s nice to formally meet you.”

Although nothing about Mingi physically changed, something about him did. His demeanor felt different, almost matter of fact with reassurance coating his words.

“Hello.” You quietly replied, suddenly allured.

He hummed, feeling the grumbles vibrate in his chest. “You’re more ethereal up close.”

“I-“ the sudden compliment completely came from left field. 

However, Mingi didn’t fail to catch it, even mentioning it. “I see you liked that.”

You were blushing, unable to exactly deny it because he was going to fact check you on it anyway. “Surely you didn’t come here to flirt.”

“I don’t see why not, you should be reminded of your worth.” 

“You keep giving Mingi a hard time, I don’t appreciate it.”

He shook his head, a small smile spreading across his face. “He’s giving us a hard time. I’ve been trying to get him to speak to you—he’s the stubborn one, but your friend is shy.”

Seeing Mingi’s canine speak for him in his place was a new experience, witnessing him basically talk about himself. 

“Well… why is he shy?”

Stop!

Mingi chuckled, “He’s telling me to stop… he doesn’t want me to expose his true feelings.”

That wouldn’t sound too bad, seeing as he’s always trying to gauge you. “Well… if you’re here, I see no problem with it.”

He’ll be here soon!

Mingi subconsciously rubbed over his heart, unable to look away from you. “He doesn’t think he’s good enough for you—that you deserve better—because he knows that he will not be able to fulfill all of your wishes or concerns. All because of one thing…”

“And what is that?” You asked him.

“Biology; his wish to make a future with you.”

“He would like… a litter one day?” Your ears were slowly raising, never once deciding to have kids. But the idea is with someone you love…

“If you would like to,”  Mingi nodded his head. “He belittles himself nonstop, all to stop himself from loving you too hard. He didn’t want to hurt you and himself the day you ever asked or inquired, something that he wouldn't be able to. So he was trying to let you go… but l wasn’t letting him.”

He reached for your hand, holding it in both of his as he placed it on his chest. Even though he was calm on the outside, his heart was pounding against his chest. His canine could feel that Mingi wasn’t even fighting anymore, already exposing too much about him. 

“So he was looking out for me…? And our hearts? Trying to push me away?”

“Precisely,” he confirmed, shaking his head. “When… hyung stepped into the picture, it seemed like everything he was trying to do was for nothing. Because, if hyung could sweep you up so quickly, it just means to me that hyung accepted that reality too; he’s willing to enjoy the experience. Mingi thought he was doing a grand job of protecting you, only to hurt himself and make matters worse for us.”

You couldn’t look him in the eyes right now; at least you know now that Mingi genuinely likes you. But to be hurting himself this whole time over a reality you haven’t even considered yet. Just so he wouldn’t get hurt in the end either.

“… So what about biology? Kids were never on the top of my head, I just wanted to be… loved. Like before everything happened,” you balled your fist over his chest hitting his pec. “Why didn’t you tell me before? We could’ve talked about options or a solution.”

“Regardless, it’s too late for that,” his smile faltered, almost seeming like his expression earlier. “I’m glad I got to speak with you ‘in person’. And although I’ve never personally met my hyung yet, I don’t want to ruin what’s already being made between you two.”

What are you doing?!

“W-what do you mean?” Your eyebrows furrowed, relaxing your clenched fist.

“My body is on fire because of how bright he makes you feel,” Mingi’s canine spoke softly, getting sentimental himself. “Learning how to sense your emotions came in handy. Learning who was making you feel happy drove him crazy—to find out it was hyung out on all people to make you feel that way.”

“Mingi…”

“Doesn’t he make you feel radiant, Y/n?”

“Are you jealous of Yeosang?”

Mingi paused, relaxing his ears as nodded. His canine couldn’t lie to you.

“Yes, but I don’t hate him. Yeosang is the only one we can relate to,” Mingi cleared that out of the way. “However, I am jealous of his courage to accept that reality and just try it with you. I'm jealous that I have no reason to help you when Yeosang is the only thing on your mind, and just that alone can brighten your day—especially when I can feel it now.”

“But I don’t want to dim your shine. I’m sorry that I couldn’t be braver to talk to you, come to a better understanding, and confess to you sooner. I’m sorry for not being as suave or confident as hyung. But I should let you go.”

Your eyes widened, shaking your head. “Let me go? For what?”

“Yeosang is courting you, I don’t disrespect the courtmanship of my fellow canines. Plus, you really like him too, I don’t want to stop you from enjoying yourself and a brewing love. Seeing you, speaking to you, and hearing your voice for the first time was all I needed. I don’t think I’ll give Mingi a hard time anymore.”

Yah, don’t disappear either, bastard.

Mingi’s canine ignored Mingi, it’s not like he can leave Mingi, but he was definitely being dramatic.

“B-but what does that mean for you? Or us?”

Mingi smiled, a tinge of sadness behind his eyes. “Well, for you, I presume eternal happiness with hyung, so you should be fine. As for us… I’m sure Mingi will be okay. Nonetheless, it’s your choice at the end of the day; choose and be with whoever makes you happy.”

You shook your head, suddenly feeling that Mingi was slipping away from you. Someone you’ve come to love and appreciate over your time living with, eating with, and spending time with him. It felt like the moment he was going to leave your room, whatever happened in here would’ve remained history.

“But… I want you too… I want you to stay… I want to be with…”

Mingi’s ears poked up, watching as your words disappeared. Alarms were ringing for both Mingi and his canine, unable to read your emotions from how confused you were right now. Your hands were about to go up to caress Mingi, but he stopped you, holding your wrists.

He placed them palms first on his chest, looking at you with a serious expression. “I’m sure he doesn’t want to fight me anymore and I don’t want to upset you. So… I’ll give you the choice. Please push me away. That way I know that you don’t want me; I can leave Mingi alone. You will be worry free.”

And so he put his hands down to his sides, leaving your hands planted on his chest. He didn’t move, he didn’t budge—he was waiting. You couldn’t bring yourself to push him away, instead, lightly rubbing it to comfort how hard it was beating.

“But I see you don’t want to.” Mingi noted, calming his heart only slightly.

“Why did you do this…?” You mumbled, pressing your forehead against his chest, wanting to hit it again. “I like you too… Why didn’t you say anything? Now… Sangie…”

… I’m sorry, Y/n.

He could feel slight anxiety picking up, making him nervous. He was fucking up, this is why he didn’t want his canine to speak. If he was quiet, you would’ve just gone on with Yeosang and lived happily without him stressing you out. He doesn’t want you to be stuck with having to choose, he never wants to influence you to be with him. It was meant to always be organic.

But then something changed in you, and he noticed. It felt familiar—almost like you were seeking comfort

“Since you know so much about me and what I want, make me feel better…” you muttered, looking down at the ground, pushing yourself away from him instead.

Mingi looked at how small you were, how your tail curled around your waist for comfort—a complete contrast from when you first came home. So yes, he’ll take responsibility for ruining your night.

He took a step forward, gently holding both of your hands and he leaned in close to you. He could feel your anxiety still, with a slight veil of the lightest warmth spreading through you; it just wasn’t enough for him to gauge if you were truly alright or not. 

So he scented you, closing his eyes as he inhaled your pheromones, doing his job as regular. He didn’t want to do too much, still keeping everything respectful between you. You noticed he was still trying to give you space, just like he started acting when he became an emotional support hybrid in the first place. At first, he thought it was working, but then the anxiety started becoming cool with irritation—the warmth wasn’t even penetrating anymore.

Mingi pulled back momentarily to look at your face; you didn’t budge and so didn’t your expression. Cocking his head to the side, he pushed out his pheromones, thinking maybe that would help. When you closed your eyes to inhale it, he thought it would work, but you still felt cold to him. 

“What…what are…” Mingi didn’t even know what he wanted to ask, but he definitely was taken aback by your resilience.

“Figure it out or turn it off.” You gave him the choice now, lightly squeezing his hands to proceed.

You were trying your best to stop Mingi from always trying to read you, but if he was going to, he was going to have to make it up to you. Mingi deeply inhaled, exhaling right after as he went back to scent you, amplifying his pheromones for you, but now rubbing his head along the side of yours. That veil he felt before slowly returned, getting warmer with time. He briefly smelled your hair, the familiar subtle notes of the vanilla you’ve come to love so much because of Yunho’s shampoo. He would get the feeling of lukewarmness when he just rubbed his head against yours, but when he got lower and closer to your face, that’s when it’d feel the most warm. 

So he tested the waters, planting a small peck on your cheek. It felt as if a party snapper was thrown on ground, briefly sparking inside the both of you. When he gave you another one, there was another spark and another. It was until he hovered over your lips that he had to pull away, shaking his head. 

“Y/n… I can’t do that to hyung,” he almost whined, really wanting to, but not wanting to ruin the night you guys just had. “I like you… it’s just…”

No… 

Yeosang wasn’t the first one to confess to you, it was Mingi. 

He said it first, he saw you first, he has every right to you.

All of you.

His canine almost forgot why he came out here, and now that you basically are giving him the green light to kiss you…

“No. That’s just it. I think I love you.” He confessed, feeling not only his heartbeat quicken, but also the inviting warmth he was looking for from you. 

He leaned back down, closing his eyes to press a long kiss to your lips. The snappers that he felt pop one by one were now picking up, slowingly spilling into him as he chased the feeling now. When you let go of his hands, you brought them to your waist, raising yours to his face as you deepened it.

I’m so sorry, hyung,… but she was mine first.

He couldn’t help but pull you closer to him, taking the lead so that he could continue to figure you out.

You pulled him towards the front of your bed, not breaking the kiss until the back of your knees hit the bed frame. You only broke the kiss to pull him down with you, having him hover over you.

“I need to figure out what else you like…” Mingi mumbled to himself, scenting you all over.

Your hands were in his hair, watching him with half lidded eyes as he inhaled your pheromones surrounding you, starting from your stomach and up to the main source. It was difficult for him not to leave kisses on his favorite parts of you, leading up to your neck.

When he ghosted over your scent gland, those butterflies he felt earlier returned, except their wings fluttered aggressively, almost like they were trying to signal him. He didn’t want to bite you yet, it’s still too early in his opinion. But he did indulge.

He left open mouth kisses on your scent gland, lapping at it here and there in between pecks. It may not have affected you like Yeosang’s saliva, but it was Mingi, and he always affected you deeply. He knew you liked it when his teeth scratched along it, so when he did and you reacted, his canine growled in pleasure.

So he did it again: cycling between open mouth kisses, scratches with his teeth, and licking your scent gland. He couldn’t stop when he felt how much you were enjoying it, he too felt warm all over. The way your hands left fiery trails along him made him continue, noticing how your legs bent on either side of him. 

“Mingi~” you whimpered, searching for his lips as he kept his attack on your neck. “Please bite me…”

Mingi growled in response; you couldn’t see him but he clenched his teeth, almost succumbing to your orders. Although Mingi gave his canine permission to talk to you, he didn’t give him permission to do as he pleased, whether you asked or not. So he was actually fighting against himself in response. 

Instead, he went to the other side of your neck, repeating his actions. Mingi wanted to melt into you terribly, just having you under him like this was enough for him. You were reciprocating your touches, exuding equal want for each other. 

Because he wasn’t biting you as you liked, you gave his scent gland attention, making him soft rumbles deep in his chest. He placed his face back in the crook of your neck, feeling your purrs vibrate down your body as you lapped at his gland. 

“I’ll always allow you to bite me…” Mingi mumbled, reassuring you. 

You heard him, but you were in your own little world, opening your mouth to do just that. 

There was a ringing in his ear when you bit down… something that resembled a bell that felt oddly familiar to Mingi, just not his canine. 

You missed this; the way his pheromones faintly ghosted your tongue, the warmth of it, and the weight of him on top of you. You might have been a fan of Yeosang’s bites as of recently, but you always had a special place in your heart for Mingi’s pheromones. Which is probably why when you saw him for the first time since coming back home from your heat, he felt so inviting. Mingi has always been your source of comfort; aside from Yunho, Mingi always felt like your biggest sense of protection. 

Mingi missed it too. He just missed you in general. He too has also felt like things between you have changed every since the incident that took place. But his biggest worry was that you fell out of love for him.

Stop! 

You unhinged your jaw from his neck, listening to his light whimpers as you licked him. Your purring wasn’t helping—it was one of his favorite things about you.

Hyung… Hyung’s!—

Mingi went back to licking your neck, feeling those same butterflies flutter aggressively. However, their wings started filling Mingi’s entire being, being called to it. 

Wait! NO!

Mingi bit down on your scent gland like you’ve been asking, feeling your body fall pliant underneath him. He couldn’t unhinge just yet, his canine hasn’t tasted you before and he was just falling more and more in love. The butterflies were now flying freely within him, no longer feeling constrained.

… Get off of her and go back.

Mingi’s rumble was coated with the tiniest bit of a growl, he was too busy fighting to get back to you. This has officially gone too far. 

I said to get off of her and to go back!

Mingi’s canine quickly unhinged his jaw, unable to enjoy himself fully when Mingi was yelling at him from inside. 

“Go away!” Mingi barked at practically nothing, huffing into the open air. However, he couldn’t help but feel like there were eyes on him.

He glanced at your door, trying to fight Mingi from coming back so quickly. 

What’s funny is that he could’ve sworn he could make out Yeosang’s silhouette standing in your door frame. For some reason, he was still in the suit he picked you up in, with your purse in his hand. 

Purse…?

Several minutes earlier

After you closed the side door, Yeosang literally jumped for joy, feeling absolutely ecstatic about how well tonight went. He had to thank Seonghwa for all the recommendations—for his hyung to be someone who doesn’t really go on dates at all, recommending such a beautiful place and wine. Yeosang was trying not to act surprised either the whole time even though it was his first time being there too. It could’ve been a shared experience but he wanted to act cool for you. 

He just had to share all the details with Wooyoung. 

He took his phone out of his pocket as he walked , dialing his friend as his bright smile just couldn’t be wiped off of his face. After two rings, Wooyoung answered. 

“Yeo-thang~” Wooyoung answered playfully. 

“Young-ah!” 

“Oh no, you sound too happy.”

“Shut up,” Yeosang quickly replied, moving on. “The date was… surreal. You should’ve seen Y/n—she was like nothing I’ve ever seen before. Head to toe, absolutely coated with the essence of beauty itself. The venue was gorgeous, yes, but she made my night so amazing.”

“My god man, pick yourself up,” Wooyoung chuckled, he was happy for his friend. “Did she like your outfit? The venue?”

“She loved the restaurant, and she loved the outfit—she called me handsome.”

“She calls everyone handsome.”

“… She called me handsome,” Yeosang happily repeated himself, finally reaching the car as he entered the back seat to be driven home.

“Please tell me that you took photos.”

“She took all of them, they’re on her phone. You know I don’t like the camera.”

“Aigo, did she at least notice the heart I drew on your birthmark?”

Yeosang shook his head, watching as your house disappeared, slowly heading towards the highway. “No, I had to point it out… but she placed a kiss there.”

“Aww! I’m so jealous; first she gets to call you over to hangout, then you go on a date with her. Maybe you’re not boring, you got her to kiss you on the first date.”

“It wasn’t even a kiss, I made sure not to tonight. I wanted to show her what I could offer her,” Yeosang hummed contently, resting back against the seat. “And you won’t believe what she told me.”

“What? That she likes you?”

“Yes!”

Yeosang had to move the phone from his ear from how loud Wooyoung was yelling into it from excitement. Yeosang’s canine felt like he was on top of the world right now, although it was just the beginning. He couldn’t wait for the day where he’ll get to experience many beginnings with you.

“To be honest, it was a bit hard to believe for a moment.” Wooyoung playfully jabbed at Yeosang, knowing exactly what buttons to push.

“Wooyoung, I’m literally going to grab yo—“

“I’m sorry, I’m sorry,” he cackled on the other end of the line. “What did you say?! What did she say?! Tell me everything.”

“Of course I told her I fell in love with her laugh, you know this.” Yeosang scoffed matter of factly.

“Since day one, you always talk about it.”

“But she told me that… I was comfortable and inviting. She didn’t have any negative thoughts about me from the moment she met me… That’s uncommon to me at least.”

Wooyoung knew not to joke here, knowing that this was actually something serious to Yeosang. “Hyung, I really do think the both of you are going to work out. All I’m hearing is that she’s into you, and clearly the feelings are mutual.”

“I hope so,” Yeosang was going to reply with more until a thought from earlier popped up again. “Hey… I have a question.”

“Shoot.”

“I remember our conversation about Y/N’s type… you mentioned that there was someone else who came to mind. Who was it?”

The call was silent for a little bit, making Yeosang’s ears stand. 

“Does it really matter? I think you secured Y/N, the last thing you need is to worry about that.”

“Have they talked to you about it or something?”

“What if I say it was me…?”

Yeosang was quiet, not sure of whether to believe his friend or not. It’s not hard to believe, considering he’s sure Wooyoung does. 

“… Well is it you—“

“Hyung, no. But if she’s looking, you can send her my way.”

“In your dreams.”

The Maine coone hybrid sighed on the other end of the phone, “do you really want to know my guess?”

“If it’s not too much.” Yeosang shrugged, looking at the gps in the car, seeing how he barely made it to the first exit on the highway. 

“And you’re not going to hate the guy?”

“Wooyoung, it’s just your guess…”

“Mingi.” Wooyoung said sharply, making Yeosang’s heart skip a bit.

Yeosang cocked his head to the side, “it’s funny you say that. I… I don’t know. Before we left, she didn’t have a necklace on and he put the one from around his neck onto her.”

“Really? Why would he do that?”

“I don’t know, but—“

There was a sudden ringing coming from his lap, looking down at it. Why did it take him this long to realize he still had your purse?

“But?” Wooyoung repeated, waiting for Yeosang to finish his sentence.

“Sorry Wooyoung, I have to go. I have Y/N’s purse on me. I have to return it.”

“Wait what? Where were you this whole time then?”

“In a car service heading home, I didn’t notice until now.”

“How do you not notice a purse that doesn’t belong to you on your arm? Yah! Are you a fool?!”

“Bye, Wooyoung. I have to go.”

“Okay! Pleasemakesuretoget—“

Yeosang hung up on his friend, placing his phone back in his pocket. Leaning in, he spoke quietly. “I’m sorry to bother you, but I still have my friend's bag. Can we reroute to her place?”

The driver gave Yeosang a semi hard time, mentioning that they’d have to take the nearest exit and go back around. That was fine by Yeosang, he didn’t want to carry it all the way home when he was still somewhat close.

Eventually, Yeosang made it back to your house, humming to himself as he swung the bag in his hand. Since everything was in your purse, he couldn’t exactly call you, settling for ringing the doorbell, waiting for the side door to buzz. It was only a small wait, hearing the alarms go off as he passed through.

Walking towards the house, he saw Yunho open the door wide, leaning against the door frame. 

“You’re trying to take her again, I see.” Yunho joked, making his friend smile. 

“Only if she wants me to,” he shyly admitted, raising up your purse instead. “She left this with me… or I actually forgot to give it back to her.”

“Come in, you can give it to her,” Yunho moved out of the way for him to enter. “The next time you and Wooyoung come over, I’ll just add your finger prints so you two can visit whenever.”

“Thanks Yunho-ssi. I’ll be quick, I just need to give this to her.” He coolly excused himself, slowly heading up the stairs to your room. 

Luckily, your room was the first door in front of the staircase, that way he can just be in and out. However, when he reached for the door, he expected just you…

Not Mingi on top of you… teeth clenched along your scent gland. 

Your purse was hanging loosely from his grasp. Yeosang couldn’t exactly look away, frozen completely still in place, watching Mingi’s hands creep up your sides.

The bite was short lived as it seemed like Mingi forced himself off you.

“Go away!” Mingi barked at Yeosang, burning his eyes into him as he huffed, slowly knitting his eyebrows. Why did he look so confused?

Then Yeosang looked properly at his friends eyes, noticing how Mingi didn’t even appear to be present right now. He looked gone and even his body language was different to Yeosang; it was very unfamiliar yet familiar to him in a way. The more he kept looking into Mingi’s eyes, the more he realized what was going on with him.

He understands now. Mingi’s canine is out.

He likes you too.

What broke Yeosang’s heart the most was watching your soft hands reach up to Mingi’s face, not even glancing at the door as you turned his head to face you.

“I love you too…” you told Mingi, planting a kiss on his lips as his bite officially activated you. 

And just like that, a simple three words can cause someone’s whole life to crumble down.

Because you kissed him again, he immediately forgot about Yeosang, shielding you from him as you two were about to begin a heated make out session. 

Good things never seem to come easily to Yeosang it seems, not even good things like you. Even the motion you did for Mingi to ground him…

Did you learn how to do it because of Mingi?

He couldn’t watch anymore, deciding to quickly but quietly close your room door. He needed to leave as soon as possible, he couldn’t even enter your room to put your bag down. His canine was absolutely appalled to step into the room, caught off guard by how strong Mingi’s pheromones were. 

Yeosang padded his feet down the stairs, trying his best not to whine as your purse was still in his hand. Yunho stood by the staircase, on his phone until he saw Yeosang come back down with your bag again. 

“Yeosang? Why didn’t you—“

Yeosang dropped the purse into Yunho's open palms, not able to glance his way. “Have a good night.” He muttered bitterly, reaching for the front doorknob to exit the house.

Yunho was too busy standing in the middle of the living room with not only your purse in hand, but also unable to fathom the fact that Yeosang was actually upset about something. He’s never seen his hyung upset about anything before; usually either unreadable or confused. But upset and anger wasn’t one he expected. 

Every step along the pathway towards the gates outside left a trail of fire behind Yeosang. Tonight was supposed to be beautiful and amazing; the two of you were meant to do great things together. Yet, the amount of beauty you exude attracts everyone to you, he should’ve known this fight for you was going to be difficult.

Yeosang couldn’t be mad at Mingi, it wasn’t him who was out and biting you, it was his canine. But for such a strong reaction, for his canine to be fully out, must’ve meant he felt threatened by something or someone. 

His canine whined, hearing you repeat the words ‘I love you’ to Mingi like that. It wasn’t him, and all he could wish for was to be in Mingi’s place. 

Should he have kissed you like you asked? Maybe then would you have gone to him instead.

As Yeosang walked back to the car, he began whimpering and whining out of pure heartache, wishing he had a way to comfort himself. But instead, he was a walking bottle of misery, slowly bubbling up, two seconds away from exploding.

You kept deepening the kiss, happy that Mingi was letting loose ever so slightly, but something about him felt like he was showing even more restraint than before. He broke the kiss again, pressing his forehead into your collarbones

“Go away… go away… g… go away.” Mingi muttered to himself, no longer moving from on top of you. He kept chanting it to himself, seemingly trying to come back to the present.

Your hand ran across his back, bringing your other one to slide into his hair. It seems like he was having a difficult time going back, pulling on the sheets underneath you. 

You decided to help him, petting his hair. “I’m sorry… but I think Mingi wants to come back.”

He didn’t reply, almost growling at the idea of leaving.

“I promise, we’ll meet again soon. I may like Mingi, but you’re still part of him. If you want me to like you too and want you around, then you’re going to have to listen to him.”

Mingi didn’t reply again, but this time his growling stopped. He was silent and immovable for a minute, making the suspense thicken for you. Next thing you know, he fully plopped on you, knocking the air out of your lungs.

Thank god for your soft bed as it bounced the both of you slightly, feeling Mingi’s complete dead weight on top of you. You couldn’t really push him off, settling for just laying there momentarily—this at least felt normal to you as Mingi usually likes to rest the majority of his body weight on you while cuddling and sleeping. 

“Mingi?” You softly called out, watching his ear twitch as your breath fanned across it. 

It was quiet for a minute more, suddenly startled when Mingi shot up, sitting on his knees.

“Hyung! Oh no, Yeosangie hyung...” Mingi’s eyes were darting everywhere around the room, from you to the door to him and the current position you were in. 

Your heart skipped a beat at the mention of Yeosang’s name. “Mingi… He and I aren’t toget—“

“He was here, just now,” Mingi became frantic, officially thinking that Yeosang hated him.

Your eyes widened, glancing at the door then back at Mingi. “He-He was?”

When you tried to reach for Mingi, he backed away from your touch, stepping off of your bed overall. He knew letting him out was a bad idea, Mingi kept messing everything up.

He had to leave your room, overcome with too many emotions while feeling the sudden heaviness of yours weighing down on him. Wordlessly excusing him, he swung your door wide open, revealing Yunho who was in the process of reaching for your doorknob. Mingi couldn’t look him in the eye right now, swiftly passing by Yunho to jog down the stairs. 

You noticed Yunho was standing by your door frame, purse in hand, with the most flabbergasted expression ever. In return, he noticed that you were still dressed too, slightly undone, and your lips had a little blush to them. The same blush he saw on Mingi’s lips that he only saw momentarily. 

Yeosang was here. He did see everything. You also fucked up. 

Yunho stood there in defeat, unsure of what to do anymore. “Y/n… what’s going on with you, sweetheart?”

He sounded so… exasperated, you never heard him like that before. You sat on your bed, terribly sad. “I’m sorry, Yunho… but I can’t help but think I keep messing everything up.”

Yunho exhaled, resting your bag on your nightstand as he walked up to you, watching as your head slowly lifted the closer he came. He offered his hand, listening to your light sniffles as you gently took his, standing on your feet in front of him. 

“You didn’t mess up, anything. You don’t have to speak right now, but we’re going to have to talk soon.” Yunho explained to you once and carefully, watching as you silently nodded, ears in airplane mode. 

He left you alone in the middle of your room as he searched for clothes for you, choosing your outfit for you  before reaching for your hand again. 

“Come. He’s downstairs; I think I heard him go to the backyard.”

And so you dragged your feet behind Yunho, looking down at the ground as he led you to his room, knowing that you liked being in there whenever you felt down. 

When you arrived in his room, you wished you were fully encased by his pheromones, but Yunho was only human. You were only able to catch subtle notes of it, lingering here and there in the room. 

He closed the door, locking the both of you in there. Handing you your clothes, he placed a peck on your forehead, petting your hair. 

“Go wash up, I’ll be waiting for you. We can talk about everything when you’re done.”

Your tail wrapped around your waist, sniffling once more. “Okay, Yunho…” you spoke softly, quietly excusing yourself to his restroom to go shower.

Yunho deeply sighed, sitting down on his bed, rubbing his hands in his face, mumbling to himself. “What do I do? What should I do?”

One thing for certain, there had to be a solution by tomorrow. 

~~

“I can’t believe we are all here right now…” San spoke up first, looking around the room and situation he was currently in. “What the hell happened last night?”

At this moment, Yunho’s living room was filled with everyone; San, Mingi, Yeosang, and Wooyoung including Yunho himself. Only you weren’t home; Yunho set it up that way. 

He had talked to you last night about the mess of emotions you were feeling, how you were seemingly confused about a decision you felt so confident on a couple months ago. He got you to say enough just without pushing you over your limitations. However, he called Seonghwa after you were asleep to take you out today and see if he could get a better understanding of your feelings. As for Yunho, his responsibility was to get these guys under control.

“I think the better question is why four grown adults can’t seem to discuss how they feel about the same person,” Hongjoong sighed deeply, legs crossed. “I love you all to death, but you are not dying. I had plans today, not to host the bachelors.”

Hongjoong was here as moral support, and to give advice as a second opinion and some medical questions. Did he want to be here for a relationship drama? No, but considering it involves you and your recent diagnosis, he doesn’t want you to have to go through any more stress as of now. 

“Hyung, I didn’t do anything for the first time ever. I’m an innocent bystander.” Wooyoung defended himself, hands up in the air. 

Yunho and Hongjoong read the room; it was very telling who was affected the most.

Yeosang and Wooyoung sat next to each other at the dining table with Yeosang in the furthest end. Yeosang was quieter than usual, arms crossed and looking elsewhere. San sat across from the both of them, already settling his peace with you and them. Mingi however was on the farthest end away from all of them, sitting next to Hongjoong and Yunho. 

“Regardless, we’re all here to talk about the same person; Y/N. What the hell is all your obsession with her?” Hongjoong genuinely asked.

San’s ears poked up, a soft blush on his cheeks. “I could start if you want…”

Yeosang and Mingi both glanced at San, both still territorial right now over you. His ears dropped down while Wooyoung shook his head, completely over everyone. 

“I believe it was hypothetical, San-ssi,” Yunho scratched the back of his head, trying to lessen the awkwardness.

He looked around briefly, seemingly unbothered. “I haven’t heard any objections.”

Wooyoung purred, thinking about you. “Well, for starters, she’s really pretty. I think she’s really interesting—her naivety on certain things is very charming.”

The room came to a collective agreement, getting small nods and hums of acknowledgment.

“But I will say, I think because of that naviety… it makes me want to protect her. Maybe that’s what everyone else is feeling.”

San was the only one that nodded; although Yeosang didn’t respond, Wooyoung knew how his friend felt. After finding out what happened after their call, Wooyoung couldn’t help but feel like the night ending the way it did was partially his fault. Mingi also agreed with that sentiment, leaning back in his seat wordlessly. 

“Why aren’t these two talking?” Hongjoong pointed towards Yeosang and Mingi.

“Something happened…” Mingi mumbled, not really to anyone, but if anyone heard, oh well.

“What was that?” Hongjoong asked; he heard him, but he wanted him to outright say how he felt.

Mingi sighed, raising his head up to speak.

“I think… she’s everything I’ve ever wanted,” he said, feeling embarrassed for sharing his feelings, resting his chin on his hand. “The possibility of… losing her wasn’t sitting right with me… or him.”

Yeosang couldn’t help but glance at his friend who was still unable to look at him, his canine disliked the thought of that. Mingi was too busy still feeling sorry about what happened. 

“With ‘him’?” Yunho repeated, confusingly looking around the room. 

“My canine.”

Hongjoong raised his eyebrows, “Did he come out or something?”

Mingi nodded with sad eyes, looking at his hyung for help. “They talked… him and Y/N.”

Hongjoong combed his hand through his hair, “yeah, it’s best that we settle things now.”

“What does that mean?” Yunho asked, confused about the situation entirely. 

“For his canine to come out like that means that he feels very deeply and strongly about Y/N. The reason why we urge possessive therapy is to prevent them from becoming toxic. Say that his canine came out every time he felt threatened by one of you, your dynamics would crumble and relationships would start to feel controlling,” Hongjoong briefly explained to the ones who didn’t understand. “But the better question is what made him feel so threatened?”

Mingi opened his mouth to speak but no words could come out, unsure of how pitiful he’d sound. Right when he was about to, Yeosang jumped in.

“Hyung… about… biology,” Yeosang didn’t know how to word it himself, but he couldn’t be left with an unclear answer anymore. “For hybrids like Mingi and I when it comes to Y/N… the chances of having a litter is…”

“Not possible,” Hongjoong firmly set his answer in place. “So far, the only possibilities have been either of the same species; whether she picked San, Wooyoung, or even Yunho.”

All eyes were on Yunho suddenly, catching the older male off guard. “Yah… don’t get any ideas.”

Wooyoung looked at Yeosang with sorrowful eyes, “is that the reason…?” Yeosang gave his friend a side eye, lightly shrugging as he lowered in his seat.

Mingi couldn’t settle for that answer, it bothered him. It bothered Yeosang too, but he already came to terms with it, he just wanted to hear it from Hongjoong himself. 

“But… it’s not our dominant species, we’re still human in some aspects.” Mingi furrowed his eyebrows.

Hongjoong shrugged, unsure of what to say to comfort him. “Something gets lost in translation with the animal DNA, it never works out. I’m telling you this in case you’re heartbroken for a potential litter not coming to full term.”

Yeosang could only nod his head, sitting back in his seat in an attempt to keep his head held high.

Wooyoung and San were internally relieved that they still had an opportunity with you. Yet Mingi could feel how light they were in comparison to his and Yeosang’s heaviness. 

“However, we are still doing tests for a couple things to help hybrids and humans alike.”

“Like?” San asked

“We’re waiting for the next step in the hybrid's evolution to where you can finally have kids, regardless of species—it just hasn’t come full force yet.”

Suddenly, Yeosang and Mingi had color in their pale faces, tails picking up momentum.

“Bites…” Yeosang whispered to himself, except Wooyoung heard him, taking mental notes.

“As for humans, we’re coming up with a little dissolvable tablet to help mimic ruts in case Y/N needs assistance.”

“I don’t think I need that… Why would anyone need that?” Yunho genuinely voiced, not seeing the appeal but needing an explanation instead. 

“Some hybrids date humans, however many hybrids express how their human counterparts can’t seem to catch up. It’s more of an assist.” 

“… Did you just suggest hyung viagra?” Wooyoung spoke after a moment of silence, ruining the mood.

“Essentially. But it’s not viagra, just a physical enhancement.”

“… You’re really kind for wording it another way.”

“Alright, Wooyoung, thank you,” Hongjoong clapped his hands together, dismissing him. “So it looks like all of you like Y/N… which could be a good or bad thing depending on what she wants but mainly how all of you act.”

“What do you mean?” San’s ears poked up out of curiosity. 

“There’s many factors; she could want to be monogamous, maybe in a trio, maybe all of you. We don’t know but whatever Y/N wants—whether it’s one, two, all, or none of you—you will respect her choices and who she chooses.” 

“Because it seems that San and Mingi know Y/N more since they live with her, I expect for the two of them to be the most involved with her,” Hongjoong weighed out all the possibilities. “But then that means the two of you would need to learn to share with each other or anyone else she could be interested in. The same thing goes for Yeosang and Wooyoung where she could be interested in them way more than you two.”

“Long story short, all of you are going to have to talk to Y/N about how you feel. Same goes for her.” Yunho butted in, watching how everyone was basically sizing each other up.

“And you will talk. If any of you land this poor girl into our clinic one more time, vasectomies, for all of you.” Hongjoong lightly threatened them; it made Wooyoung close his legs, shutting Yeosang’s for him.

San pouted, ears falling on his head. “Hyung, you should’ve been a hybrid. All of this would’ve been easier and more obvious.”

Yunho had a dumbfounded expression. “How come?”

“Yah, don’t even joke like that.” Mingi was being dead serious, knowing that Yunho was his biggest threat overall.

“Am I missing something?” He asked again, not seeming to have gotten an answer.

“Hyung… Y/N likes you. I think she loves you more than any one of us to be quite honest with you.” Wooyoung informed him, being dead serious. 

Yeosang’s ears poked up, glancing around the room. “…Y/n likes Yunho?”

All of his friends looked at him, almost with lost hope. “You don’t know this?” Mingi questioned.

“I—well no. I didn’t know it was obvious.” Yeosang scratched the back of his head, feeling like he was missing out on valuable information.

“I asked her “pick one: Me or Mingi” and she chose Yunho.” San expressed exasperatedly. 

“Taste…” Wooyoung mumbled playfully, getting a light kick from San in front of him. 

“Although he doesn’t have pheromones, she’ll scent the vanilla out of all of his shirts.” Mingi listed out.

“Truthfully, aside from both you and Mingi, I thought of another option being Yunho too.” Wooyoung was unbothered, as long as he had access to you, he was fine.

It was too quiet for any of their liking, having Mingi to be the first one to pick up on it. When they all turned their heads, Yunho was pink in the cheeks, fanning himself.

“… Y-Y/n likes me?”

All of the color drained from Wooyoung’s face, “Wait, why are you so happy about that?”

“I mean, I thought you guys were joking. She clearly has you guys,” he chuckled awkwardly. “I thought she was joking—“

Mingi could feel how much Yunho adored hearing that, making his ears stand in his head. “Hyung, do you like Y/n?”

Waving his hands in front of himself, Yunho felt like he had to clarify. “I mean, sure I do. But unless she voices that herself, I don’t plan on pursuing her when she has four reliable options.”

“Wait but… if she says to you that she likes you, would you have dated Y/n?” San had to question, putting his life on the line it seems. 

“I don’t see why not, as long as you guys don’t mind it.”

A clamour of disgruntled noises came from both Mingi and Wooyoung, completely objecting the idea. They all minded it.

“Yah! This is too good of news, we can’t tell Y/n that Yunho likes her back,” Mingi tried to discuss with the guys, seemingly banding against Yunho. “We can make peace between us, Yunho might just win her over.”

“Do you want that to happen?” Wooyoung was trying to convince Yeosang, shaking him. “Sang-ah, do you understand the severity of this news?”

Yeosang then thought back to your heat, blushing at the memories. “She was wearing your shirt the entire time—she didn’t bother to wear San or Mingi’s because yours was in the bag… Yah, Yunho-ssi! You’re too dangerous.”

“She what?!” San and Mingi stood up from their seats, basically towering over Yeosang. Meanwhile, Yunho’s cheeks and ears were burnt red out of embarrassment and flattery.

Yeosang accidentally revealed the fact that you ignored their shirts that they sent for you to scent. “I—I’m an idiot.”

Wooyoung flicked the back of Yeosang’s head, shaking his own. “Yes, you are.”

Then Yunho put two and two together with the dissolvable tablets that Hongjoong mentioned, looking at the boys. “Is… is that why she stopped asking me to help with her heat?”

That’s a discussion for another time, they were too caught up with Yunho being a liability now. But Hongjoong stepped in, interrupting the whole thing.

“I’m glad you are all bonding now, but I think it’s best for you all, and I guess Yunho now, to discuss how you feel about her. That being said, are you all okay now? Can we be friends again?”

The boys all came to an agreement, quietly apologizing to one another. If they’re all going to like you, they’re going to need to learn to accept the happiness you choose, whether it’s one or none of them.  

Hongjoong sighed, shaking his head. “You are all so weird. But I guess my work here is done, I should head out.” He was about to dismiss himself, standing up from his seat.

“No problem. Seonghwa should be back right about now, maybe you can see him on your way out.” Yunho smiled brightly, waving his friend goodbye.

Hongjoong cleared his throat, sitting back down in his seat. “It wouldn’t be too bad to see a friend.”

Yunho hummed, joining in a conversation with Wooyoung about how he might bite him if he tried to advance with you. Meanwhile Mingi couldn’t help but glance at Hongjoong, zeroing in on his hyung.

Hongjoong’s eyes darted across the room, unable to stay on Mingi’s. “Is… something the matter? Mingi-ah?”

“Hmm… nothing.” He lied, turning his head away before his eyes.

Shortly after, the front door was being unlocked, alerting the hybrids. It was time for everything to be confessed, each one of them more nervous than the other. Seonghwa locked the door behind you so you could walk in. When they saw you, you were still as beautiful as always, but you looked happier in comparison to yesterday.

Seonghwa was behind you, an equally pleased expression on his face. He patted your back, whispering in your ear as he gave you silent words of encouragement. 

You mustered up the courage to stand before so many eyes, all of their endearing gazes had different levels of intensities to them, yet they all felt the same right now.

You exhaled deeply, looking all four of them in the eye one by one, clasping your hands together in front of you for comfort. 

Your time at Seonghwa’s house was truly enjoyable; it might’ve been your favorite of all the times you’ve visited. Perhaps it was because everyone was finally comfortable enough with each other to be more affectionate; Wooyoung was always excessively affectionate regardless. Reminiscent of how you felt after your first heat with San and Mingi, you cherished the subtle touches and pecks exchanged in passing.

Wooyoung’s plush, full tail kept you warm whenever you were close to him; he nuzzled his face against your body as he kissed random parts of your skin—seemingly a natural habit. As long as Yeosang was touching you, he was content, preferring when you sat in his lap. When you did, he knew where you were, you were accessible to scent, and you didn’t question when he, too, gave you lingering kisses. Even if you two don’t work out, this is just as satisfying for him. Meanwhile, they noticed your bruise was still very visible, deciding it wasn’t going to fade anytime soon.

The last two nights, you slept in Wooyoung’s room for a change of scenery and scent; you had never stayed there for your entire visit before. Although you enjoyed cuddling with Yeosang, snuggling with cat hybrids was the most soothing for you, so sleeping with Wooyoung felt natural and domestic. Purring relaxed you the most, both hearing and feeling it as you nestled against them. San would easily fold when it came to cuddling; Wooyoung was more energetic and could stay up, but he would nap and cuddle when you wanted to—Yeosang and Mingi would join for a while before wanting to do something else.

Unknowingly, it helped Yeosang in return; you spending time with Wooyoung over the last two days eased his possessiveness for the time being.

Yet the day arrived for you to go home, and you were gradually looking forward to your bed and Yunho. You woke up before Wooyoung, who was spooning you, the sunlight beaming directly onto your face. You wanted to head back in the morning, thinking that if you left at night, you wouldn’t want to leave Hwa’s place. Since you didn’t want to wake the sleeping hybrid, you attempted to leave quietly. Instead, you were pulled right back to his body, surprising you.

“What?” Wooyoung mumbled sleepily, curling up behind you to get comfortable again. “You were planning to get ready without me?”

“Youngie,” you yawned, turning around to curl into him as well. “I’m tired, but I need to get up.”

“Come back to sleep.” His eyes remained closed as he spoke, trying his best to continue resting before his body fully woke up.

You weren’t opposed, nestling your neck into his scent gland. “Ten more minutes…”

Ten minutes passed, then twenty, before a whole hour went by—somehow, you ended up lying on top of Wooyoung, who was sprawled out on his back in a starfish pose. Shortly after several knocks were heard at his door, you opened your eyes again, weakly pushing yourself up on the bed. It seemed that every time you woke up, so did Wooyoung, quickly getting off the bed when he tried to bring you down to him again.

“Someone’s at the door…” you murmured drowsily, dragging your feet over to it.

“Go away!” he attempted to yell, not really putting much effort in as he simply rolled onto his stomach, peeking through his lashes.

Ignoring him, you unlocked his door, revealing Yeosang standing outside. His ears were flat against his head, displaying his best award-winning smile when, in reality, he wished you would stay.

“Good morning, did I wake you?” he asked, his voice deep yet not a trace of sleep lingered.

“No, I’m up now.” You reached for his hand, pulling him inside Wooyoung’s room and sitting on the edge of the bed as you let go. “How did you sleep?”

“I didn’t, I couldn’t.” he informed you, making your ears twitch.

“Why not?”

He rubbed the back of his neck, shying away from you. “You’re leaving today; I didn’t want to miss any time with you here…” he confessed.

It genuinely made you blush. “Oh… that’s very sweet of you. You shouldn’t have to sacrifice your sleep for me; I’ll visit more often, I promise.”

He withheld some unspoken words, deciding to save them for another time. “Your things are ready; Hyung took care of everything—sorry if it was intrusive.”

“Not at all,” you replied, shaking your head. “Is he expecting me to leave now?”

“What? No.” Yeosang quickly reassured you. “It’s whenever you’re ready. He even suggested you stay one more night so long as you had Yunho’s permission.”

Although you loved the idea, you couldn’t postpone confrontations any longer. You needed closure, and you’re sure San and everyone else do too.

Wooyoung’s arms snaked around your waist, holding himself closer to you for just a little longer. “That’s not a bad idea.”

You softly chuckled, rubbing his forearms. “I have to go home.”

“Has he tried to drag you back down yet?” Yeosang asked, accustomed to Wooyoung’s habits.

“Successfully, once,” you admitted, shrugging. “I’m trying to get up now, but he may persuade me to stay.”

Yeosang raised everything: eyebrows, ears, tail, with a slight head tilt, not exactly stopping Wooyoung from persuading you. It simply meant another day with you.

You rolled your eyes at him. “You’re no help either.”

He chuckled, reaching his hands out to you. “Wooyoung, she has to get ready.”

“Mmm~~” he rumbled, very much against letting you go even though he knew he had to. He’s just stubborn.

Yeosang gently pulled you to your feet anyway, and you thanked him when he helped. Since you were officially up and moving, Wooyoung was, too.

Both of you freshened up for the day, heading downstairs with Yeosang for breakfast. Seonghwa made egg sandwiches and coffee or juice for everyone. Because it was second nature to you, you sat next to Seonghwa, seeking comfort in him as well. He encouraged you to eat as much as you’d like and offered to make more if you wanted. You assured him that you were fine, thoroughly enjoying breakfast. However, once the boys were done eating, he excused them elsewhere so he could talk to you; settling in the living room to give you some privacy.

Turning toward you, Seonghwa held your hand. “How are you feeling?”

“I’m feeling good. I think I’m ready to go home.”

“Now?” He didn’t want you to leave yet either.

“Well… can I stay here until evening? Then I’ll go.”

“We can go whenever you’d like; it doesn’t matter,” he reassured you. “But I wanted to let you know that I’ll be taking you home, not the boys. I’m not sure what’s going on with your friends, but Hongjoong said they should be distanced for now. You don’t want them to unintentionally have issues with each other.”

Although you were saddened that they wouldn’t bring you, Seonghwa’s company seemed like a pleasant change of pace. “Why would they have issues?”

“Well, Hongjoong put it like this: you’re very beautiful, so some of the boys probably want to court you. On top of that, Mingi and Yeosang are quite territorial; if they bring you home and drop you off, who knows how anyone will react. My heart is telling me everything will be fine, but it’s just for precaution.”

The possibility of one of them liking you sounded like a pleasant thought; you wondered who truly had feelings for you. But you wouldn’t want anyone fighting over you either.

“That makes sense, thank you Hwa-ssi,” you sighed, leaning back in your seat. “I’m just a little nervous to go back home.”

Seonghwa pouted, realizing that forcing anything out of any of you was pointless. “Which is why I also wanted to ask: I can call Yunho and tell him that you’d prefer not to get bombarded coming back home. That way you have time to go to your room and settle down. Would Yunho welcoming you home be better than the boys?”

You briefly considered it, unsure of how you’d react seeing San or Mingi now that you thought about it.

You were gone for nearly a week; when you left, you and San were going through your own quarrel, and you lashed out at Mingi, who didn’t deserve it. What would you even say to them? But to spend a lovely heat with Yeosang and Wooyoung, only to come back home a few days later, made you feel a little guilty. The reality is that even though Yeosang was accidentally called, he was able to pick you up and ensure your safety.

You intended to come home to them and Yunho—maybe the guilt is coming from enjoying this heat much more than you expected…

“I would prefer that, yes.” You accepted that you needed some time in your room to reflect.

“Okay, no problem,” he nodded, carefully watching your emotions and ears. Hongjoong had informed him about your stress levels; he was just acting like he wasn’t aware so you could wait for Yunho to tell you. “Would you like a hug?”

You silently nodded, leaning into him as you wrapped your arms around him, sighing for what felt like the nth time today. Seonghwa rubbed your back, glancing at the backs of the boys’ heads, seeing as they were talking amongst themselves.

“I know this is random, but sometimes I wish I had my own pheromones to help you all out,” he spoke freely, deciding that talking about what was on his mind might help you leave yours. “I find it interesting that it helps you all relax and calms your nerves; I could use some scenting.”

“Awe, you’re so cute,” you see why Yeosang and Wooyoung call him pure and innocent; always thinking about how to be considerate in any way—and form he can. “I think sometimes we forget that we’re also supposed to help you and Yunho too; it goes both ways.”

“Tell that to the boys for me. Wooyoung’s affectionate; sometimes it’s just a little painful, but I know he means well. Yeosang could be more affectionate, though.” He chuckled; he loved his boys either way. To him, neither of you had to do anything for him besides stay sweet and pure for him.

“You should go to them. I caught Yeosang outside of Wooyoung’s door all night and this morning, patiently waiting for you two to wake up. I don’t think he slept after I told him to. And then Wooyoung is going to whine my head off about inviting you again, and that I hogged all of my time with you.”

“They’re ridiculous,” you giggled, although you kept a mental note of Yeosang standing outside of Wooyoung’s door all night. Pulling away from Seonghwa, you brought the back of his hand up to plant a gentle kiss. “Even if I’m not a fan of them right now; if you were a hybrid, you would be a bunny—fluffy, white ears, and you would smell like Sweet Peas and something bakery-related; maybe cinnamon rolls or a fruitcake roll.”

Seonghwa blushed, highly favoring the scent choices and breed. “Why thank you; I can picture it perfectly.”

You hummed softly, deciding to part ways and head over to the living room where Yeosang and Wooyoung were. As soon as they sensed you nearby, they perked up in their seats on the couch, looking up at you. Suddenly shy at their gaze, you looked down at the floor.

“I’m leaving some time in the evening; no later than five,” you informed them—that’s about four hours from now. “I was thinking we could all cuddle and scent each other, and if I can bring something home.”

Yeosang’s tail swung side to side heavily while Wooyoung audibly purred, both pleased with the idea.

“Where would you like to cuddle?” Wooyoung asked, eager to start as his fluffy ears flicked occasionally.

“Here, on the floor.” You stood in place, playing with your pajama shirt.

Yeosang got up, excusing himself. “I’m going to get some cushions.” He wasn’t going to scent or cuddle on the floor seats, opting for thick futons and a long body pillow.

Wooyoung held onto your hands while Yeosang searched, sighing deeply. “I’m going to miss you.”

“Oh, stop being dramatic; I might cry,” you giggled, feeling soft. “Please call or video chat; bother me all you want.”

“Prepare to get tired of me then.” He chuckled, displaying his dimples.

You sighed, already feeling slightly better. “If I have to admit, I love Seonghwa, but I think I’m really starting to miss Yunho…”

“Damn, did he bore you that much?”

“What? No,” you giggled again, squeezing his hands. “It’s just that your owner is here; mine isn’t. I hope he won’t be mad at me when I reach home.”

“He won’t be; hyung’s too gentle. Even so, you didn’t do anything wrong in the first place. I’m sure he’ll be glad you’re home safely,” his eyebrows knitted for a moment, suddenly serious. “Call me if anything. I don’t care what it is; if you’re sad and the guys are being stubborn, or need someone to talk to.”

“You guys are making it sound like I’m going to go away forever.” You pouted, almost sentimental.

Yeosang returned with the cushions, setting the floor up nicely while you and Wooyoung finished your conversation.

“It’s going to feel like that. We’ve grown attached to you these past few days, isn’t that right, hyung?” Wooyoung asked Yeosang, but his eyes stayed on you.

Yeosang’s ears stood up at his name, humming in agreement. “Yes. Please call us if you need anything.”

“She said she’s going to call me first.”

“I’m sure she didn’t.” Yeosang ignored his friend's brattiness as he fluffed the pillow; Wooyoung silently chuckled, loving his reactions.

“I will, I promise.” You purred, bending down to give Wooyoung a sweet peck on the lips.

Yeosang finished preparing the small ‘nest’ to scent and cuddle for the little time you had left with them. He turned around to ask for your opinion; right as he was about to speak, you were tiptoeing to give him a peck on his lips too.

“I’ll call.” You reassured him, smiling up at the flustered hybrid.

He was blushing, suddenly breathless. “O-okay.”

Pulling Wooyoung off the couch, you tugged Yeosang down with you on the futon. Sitting in front of them, you held both of their hands, mourning their touch already.

“You better not fall asleep either; I was told you were outside the door the whole night.” You scolded Yeosang, making him suddenly alert.

His ears fell on his fluffy bed of hair, a slight whimper hidden behind his embarrassment. “Hyung could’ve left at part out…”

“You could’ve lied…” Wooyoung side-eyed him, silently judging him.

“Can we begin…?” Yeosang shrank, looking at the floor as he nudged his head into your shoulder.

“You like to act cute whenever you’re embarrassed.” You teased the older male, who turned away from you, inching closer to Wooyoung now.

“So you’ve noticed,” Wooyoung giggled, joining in on the teasing. “I like to think of him as a Maltese during those times.”

Taking a closer look at Yeosang, you agreed, slowly nodding. “I could see it.”

His embarrassment dissolved, changing into displeasure. “Now I’m getting offended…”

Wooyoung nuzzled his face into Yeosang’s neck, purring. “It’s all out of love...”

Yeosang rested the side of his head on top of his friend’s, rubbing against his platinum hair. “Well, be kinder…”

Seeing them comfortably cuddle made you purr as well, wanting to join in as soon as possible. Sitting up on your knees, you quietly joined Wooyoung, scenting the other side of Yeosang’s neck. He opened his eyes slightly as he felt you get closer, easing his body to push out more pheromones. He sat up straight in a crisscrossed position, hands in his lap while you and Wooyoung gently touched him.

“I’d like a shirt each, please…” you mumbled to both of them, practically vibrating from your purrs—they both agreed. Yeosang joined you in ‘purring’, adding his own light grumbles.

Switching up the pace, Yeosang pressed his nose into Wooyoung’s scent gland, making the younger purr, completely overjoyed. You had to crawl over to him, hovering over his leaned back body.

“What?~” He softly giggled, pushing out more of his pheromones as he gave both you and Yeosang a peck on your foreheads.

Teasing him just a little bit, you tugged the collar of Wooyoung’s shirt, pulling him closer to you. “Come closer.”

“Yet I’m rough.” He playfully scoffed, placing another peck on your cheek before going to your scent gland, scenting you next.

Yeosang was silently hiding how eager he was to scent you one last time. Immediately following Wooyoung, he leaned into you, placing a hand behind you to steady himself. Closing your eyes, you basked in the attention of getting scented, forcing your own pheromones out.

The three of you stayed like that for at least an hour and a half, slowly but surely cuddling into each other, lying on or sitting next to one another. Yeosang did end up knocking out for half an hour; exhaustion caught up to him. You sort of just held him, patting his back as you chatted with Wooyoung.

Sooner or later, the time came for you to head home. You had finally finished dressing up, your purse and tote were ready to be brought back home. The guys’ shirts were washed and put in your bag to return, so they didn’t smell like anything besides detergent. The only shirts that did have a scent were the new additions of Yeosang’s and Wooyoung’s shirts, smelling exactly like them.

Looking back at your guest room that you barely stayed in, you deeply sighed for the last time, closing the door behind you. Yeosang and Wooyoung were standing by the staircase waiting for you, while Seonghwa stood idly by the front door.

“When I get back, we can discuss the plans about rescheduling the shoot. The both of you still deserve the rest of the week off,” Seonghwa reassured them, clarifying that he’s not upset. When he saw you, he softened immediately. He was also going to miss your company. “Are you ready to go?”

“Yes, I am,” you tightly held your bag, nodding with a slight smile. Turning towards Yeosang and Wooyoung again, you bowed towards them. “Thank you again, for everything.”

“Anytime,” Wooyoung cooed, pulling you in for a tight goodbye hug. “You can’t leave without a goodbye kiss.”

You giggled, rolling your eyes as you gave him one. “I’ll see you around.”

Turning towards Yeosang, he was already reaching for you by your hands, pulling you in. Opening his mouth, he wanted to say something, but nothing was coming out. You patiently waited, tail swaying behind you in anticipation.

Instead, he relaxed his shoulders, changing what he wanted to say. “I’ll see you again, soon…”

“I’ll be waiting.” You hummed, giving him one last kiss on the lips before letting go. You had to, or else you’d want to stay here. So, you hugged onto Seonghwa’s arm, resting your head on it. “I’m ready now.”

Both you and Seonghwa walked out of the house together, heading down the block to get picked up by car service. Seonghwa cupped his hand over yours, rubbing the back of it as he thought to himself.

“While you were in heat, I bought some things for your room the next time you come over,” he informed you, surprising you. “I’ve never had a girl hybrid before, so he told me a list of things that I should get for you. I know the basics; I have noonas, but it’s different when it comes to you.”

You purred, waiting with him as the car approached. “I appreciate it either way.” Getting in the car with him, he held the door for you as you entered first, settling next to you. “You’ve been talking to Hongjoong a lot recently.”

He had a pink dust to his cheeks, slightly caught off guard. “Well, I have to figure out how to take care of you all somehow...”

“Did you get Yeosang and Wooyoung from Hongjoong too?”

“No, an acquaintance of Jongho recommended hybrids from another place to me months before Hongjoong became head doctor for his clinic. Six months after their adoption is when he got promoted; he’d been working with his clinic three years prior to that. But, he’s their primary doctor now.”

“Wow… that’s five of us…”

“I know, right? He works too much. Now I see what Yunho meant…” He was silently reflecting on when Yunho first got San and Mingi, venting to him about how lonely he was.

He also wasn’t there for his friend like he should’ve been.

“From what I gathered, it’s natural for you to part from your friends growing up. It’s just about whether it feels the same as it did in your youth,” you said, shrugging as you intertwined your fingers with his.

“Yeah…” it was Seonghwa’s turn to sigh, looking out the window. “I think all of us, somehow, need a vacation. To spend time with each other.”

“I’m all for it if you can convince Yunho to stop working.” You hummed, loving the idea of a vacation.

“Only if you can convince Hongjoong and Jongho to come.”

“Deal.”

~~

Within half an hour, you reached your neighborhood, seeing the familiar houses and stores disappear before hundreds of trees flew past you. Due to privacy reasons, Seonghwa set the location a block away, deciding to walk you the rest of the way. One, to give you more time to simmer down; two, he could use the walk himself to clear his own head.

“One of these days, when everything is mended and well, I’d love to have you shoot a magazine for me—of course with your and Yunho’s permission.” Your arm was hooked under his, and he was caressing the back of it mindlessly.

“I’m very interested so you have my permission.” You were excited about the idea, never imagining yourself with these opportunities.

“Probably something with the boys; something soft and domestic. Maybe next spring or something for winter.”

“How do you never run out of ideas?” You were astonished by his willpower to push through projects seasonally.

He chuckled, shaking his head. “I fear if I stop, I'll lose my passion; so, I have to hurry and put it to paper, it’s second nature to me now.”

“Well, you have been doing it for a while.” God, you could barely last two months at your own job—how could he manage for so many years in fashion? He and Yunho were both admirable.

When the gate was in your view, butterflies suddenly appeared in your stomach. Why were you so nervous to be back? Maybe because you blew up on everyone and now you had to compromise. But once you reached the side door of the gate, Seonghwa stopped you, holding both of your hands in his.

“My love, this is it for us here as I don’t have a code to the door,” Seonghwa began his farewells. “Yunho will answer the door; he told me that he would. I’m not sure where the boys are, but he said they won’t be present or at least near you until you want them to.”

“Thank you so much, Hwa-ssi. I’ll miss you.” You gave him one last hug, savoring it before you had to let go. “I apologize for messing up your photoshoot.”

He scoffed, rolling his eyes at the fact that you still apologized for that. “You’re more important than some silly photoshoots. Please, take it easy and take care of yourself.”

“I will. Thank you again.” You politely bowed, turning around to put your fingerprint into the door to pass through the gates.

Man, you haven’t been here in so long; although almost a week being gone isn’t too bad, returning home after such a short heat will probably seem unusual to San or Mingi. As you walked along the path, you could feel eyes burning on you—at least it felt like it. When you looked up, you saw no one, just the exterior of your house. It wasn’t until you reached the door that you almost pulled your keys out, stopping yourself.

You wanted to indirectly let everyone know you’d arrived home; if Seonghwa said Yunho would answer the door, then he would.

And you wanted him to… to come and get you...

Ringing the doorbell, you felt confident until you were met with just silence—subconsciously feeling your ears and tail lower.

Only a minute passed before the door swung open, revealing Yunho—his face that was originally spooked washing into one of relief. He had on a long sleeve shirt and some joggers, looking inviting and homely as ever.

“Hi, Y/n,” he spoke gently as always; you missed the sound of his voice—his face too. “Welcome home.”

Holding tightly onto the straps of your bags, you looked up at him with the most glossy, doe-eyed expression; a small pout forming on your lip.

You let out a sniffle.

Then another two.

Before you fully started crying, sobbing as you couldn’t move.

Yunho stood in place, absolutely flabbergasted. Hongjoong is going to be upset with him. “You just came home, and you’re already crying? What did I do wrong?”

He closed the front door, leaving you both outside for a moment. Not knowing what to do, but unable to stand the sight of you crying as it broke his heart, Yunho held you in his arms—physical contact is better than no contact. He felt you melt into him, wrapping your arms around him as you cried into his chest.

“Y/n, did something happen over there? Hyung didn’t say anything about…”

“I misseddd youuu~” you sobbed, muffled into his shirt, softly shaking. You could feel ridiculous afterwards, but the emotions felt real to you now.

Yunho sighed in relief, thinking about all of the worst possible outcomes. “That’s what you’re crying about? Awe, sweetheart, I’ve missed you too.”

Taking it upon himself to initiate, he lifted your head up by your chin, wiping your tears away with his thumbs. He planted a welcoming kiss on your cheek, trying to soften you up. He unfortunately couldn’t delay the conversation with you any longer, trying his best to follow Hongjoong’s instructions. But for this to be your first reaction out of all the possible ones he rehearsed, you crying because you missed him was not one of them.

“We’re not going in until you calm down, my love,” he reassured you, feeling you pull him closer. “I’m not going anywhere, but we need to talk, okay?” You nodded, trying your best to take a deep breath through your sniffles. “Good job…”

He wiped your tears again, giving you another kiss to your forehead before taking your bags off of your arms. He hooked them over his right shoulder, holding your hands as he was carefully in tune to your emotions—it didn’t take you long to simmer down, but you definitely felt slightly embarrassed for your sudden outburst. Missing Yunho was reasonable; he was your safe haven, an absolute gentle giant, and wouldn’t shame you for expressing yourself.

Once you calmed down, you kept your fingers intertwined, “S-sorry…”

“What are you apologizing for?” He chuckled; you have nothing to apologize for. As long as you were here, that’s all he cared about.

You became shy, gesturing to him to lead with your intertwined hand. “My room or your room?” Yunho asked.

Although his room sounded tempting, it was too close to the boys’ room. “My room, please.”

“Okay.” He said, opening the door again for the both of you.

Entering the main floor again felt a bit lifeless. There was no warmth despite it being summer; you didn’t smell any pheromones, only a bit of dinner that was finished earlier. Leading up to your room is where the pheromones started picking up, yet still very faint. You could smell a bit of cocoa butter in the distance, but not as much by your door.

When you entered your room, it was definitely spruced up, but was relatively how you left it. Your bed was made, the wilted flower petals that would’ve fallen off of the bouquet discarded and outside. Although you now hated that bouquet—the whole thing needs to be thrown out.

Placing your bags on your nightstand, Yunho walked with you as you sat on the edge of your bed, looking down at you. “We need to talk.”

“Do you mind sitting down, please?” you asked softly, ears flat on your head.

“Yes, sorry.” He sat next to you, placing your hands on his knee. “Before I do start, I wanted to ask how you are? How was it at Seonghwa’s house? Your heat ended pretty fast.”

“I’m great actually; sorry for my outburst earlier,” you were flushed with slight embarrassment. “Seonghwa was lovely, Yeosang and Wooyoung were incredible and very attentive—I kind of didn’t want to leave for a little bit. But then I missed you after seeing them interact with Seonghwa.”

He grew soft hearing that. “Then I understand why you reacted that way.” He hummed; although you had them, you had no one to lean on that ‘belonged’ to you.

“As for my heat, I’m not sure why it was so short; then again, the intervals between my waves were also prolonged. I think I had about… five waves in the span of three days?”

After experiencing two heats with you, and having to experience it from San and Mingi, even those numbers were off to him. “That’s very interesting; I’ll make sure to relay the message to Hongjoong.”

“Other than that, I’m fine.” You reassured him, squeezing his hands. “What did you want to tell me?”

“I feel I should’ve had this conversation with you a week prior; it was my fault for forgetting and not taking the time to sit with you.”

“It’s okay, Yuyu.” You shook your head; he did no wrong even though he felt like he did.

“I feel like the easiest news to tell you is that you will not be returning to work until you are ready to. However, the deadline for that position is in two and a half weeks. You have a medical excuse for your absence, meaning that’s enough time for you to choose whether you’d like to stay there or not. But that also means you and the boys need to make up in that time frame as well—I don’t know who it necessarily involves until all of you decide to talk to me, but seeing as it’s San mainly, there needs to be some compromise.”

You let out a huff of air, relieved that there was a slight possibility that you still had a job, but to talk to them so soon... “That sounds fair enough out of respect for you, but what medical reasons?”

Yunho gave you a soft smile, eyes examining your face. “Your stress levels are unfortunately high. Because of everything that was going on, paired with anxiety and fear, it pushed you into a stress heat—something I wanted to try to prevent. By the time Yeosang called me, I realized it was too late.”

It sounded terrible, yet the smallest part of you couldn’t see why it was a big deal.

“If it happens again, we won’t know how to track your heat, then you’d have to go to the clinic so they could observe you,” that was the part he was hesitant to tell you, knowing how much you hated it there. “Two heats happened this month—who is to say that you won’t have one next month?”

“Then I have one next month.” You shrugged, looking down at your hands.

Yunho shook his head. “Y/n, I know you’re upset, but please don’t be stubborn right now.“

This was the first-ish time where Yunho actually scolded you, ears flattening on your head as you listened carefully.

“If you have a heat next month, I’ll have to send you to Hongjoong’s, which is non-negotiable,” he informed you, breaking his heart to see you saddened. “If your heat comes the month after, we’ll monitor the month after that to see if your heat comes or not. What he is trying to prevent is potentially having your heat every month—let alone every day. Because again, two heats in a month is very uncommon.”

“I understand,” you mentally gathered your notes, because at the end of the day, he was right. You personally heading to the clinic, whether you’ve been to Hongjoong’s or not, would’ve made you regret not trying to take your health seriously. “So what, am I on prescription meds? Do I need to change my IUD?”

“It’s too early for that, I think,” Yunho chuckled, shaking his head. “But there is something in mind… however, this was proposed between Hongjoong and me prior to knowing anything about any friend drama.”

You raised your eyebrow, ears slowly poking up. “Yess?~”

“We got you an emotional support hybrid; to sense when your stress levels are high, and just overall emotions—any if not all.”

You were genuinely surprised they decided to get another hybrid personally for you. That would be too many people in the house, but you did have a lot of space; maybe that’s why he moved into a bigger house.

“Don’t you think that’s too much? Another hybrid?”

He shook his head, not seeing the issue apparently. “You personally know him already… very well, actually.”

You could hear your heart beat just a little more slightly, unsure of why you were nervous to hear that. “W-who is it?”

After a short moment of silence, Yunho prayed you didn’t get upset.

“Mingi.” He gave you a small smile, silently knowing already that he’ll do a fantastic job. “To my knowledge, nothing personally happened between the both of you. Seeing him just as frustrated with San is telling me he’s not the issue, so it’s fine to allow him to help, but I wanted to ask for your input first.”

You took a moment to look back to the days leading up to your heat. Mingi was definitely trying his best to talk to you; he’s also not the one with the crazy ex, San is. You only lashed out on him due to frustration; he didn’t deserve any of it.

“… I tugged my arm away from him before I left, I’m sure he was upset. I guess I was just mad at the world that day,” you admitted, feeling guilty. “I suppose I don’t mind him coming to my room to help, but he has to knock first.”

“I’ll make sure to tell him; I’m sure he wants to tell you all about his training,” Yunho chuckled, glad to see that your mood was slightly brightened. “Would you care to see him now? Is it too soon? Do you want some time?”

Seeing as Yunho couldn’t be with you all the time, and now that one of the hard conversations was out of the way, you could begin reconciling with the boys. “I don’t mind seeing him now, but is he upset with me?”

“Oh, honey, no,” Yunho immediately disagreed. “If anything, he was whining—not literally crying, but crying in my ear. You would think he could use some of the lessons he was taught on himself for emotional stress.”

You laughed at that one, imagining poor Yunho having to deal with the possibility of Mingi randomly howling at the break of dawn. “I’m so sorry, Yuyu.”

“Nothing’s your fault,” he clarified, finding it slightly funny now, looking back at it. “I’ll go get him now then.”

“Wait,” you pulled him back down on the bed that he was getting up from, amazed at your strength. “I have some questions.”

“Go ahead.”

“They didn’t talk to you about anything?”

“No one has talked to me about anything other than what’s for dinner, what time I’m getting home, and what day you’re coming home.”

“How has San been?”

“To be honest, he’s okay,” Yunho shrugged. “He’s doing better than at the beginning of last week, but Wooyoung and Mingi have been trying their best to help him out of his own emotional rut. Mingi has been helping the most since Wooyoung was mainly assisting you at hyung’s.”

“When did Wooyoung come here?” This was news to you.

“Only yesterday. He came to ask what brand of body wash I use for the vanilla scent, and then checked up on San. He didn’t stay very long; since San could smell your scent on him, apparently he became slightly jealous. Wooyoung didn’t take offense, so he just left afterwards.”

That adds up; he was gone for quite some time that morning before he found you and Yeosang.

“You said Mingi has been helping San?”

“I guess he decided to use him as practice since he was down in the dumps. He said that even after all of this, he’s noticed he can pick up when his emotions are about to change. Other than that, he’s been making him scent him and sleep in his room.”

You were satisfied with all the questions you had to ask, running the pad of your thumb across his knuckle. “If he’s not busy, I’d like to see him.”

“Okay,” he got up from your bed, lingering onto your hands. “Did you eat?”

“I did, Seonghwa cooked us an early dinner; I’m fine for now,” you had one more thing on your mind that you wanted to get off. “… In case I don’t want Mingi to sleep with me—“

“I’ll come, I promise.” He nodded, reassuring you. Watching you relax softly onto your bed, he bowed before leaving you to your thoughts.

Yunho missed you terribly, thinking about you and your condition the whole time you were at Seonghwa’s. He only lingered on because he worried that you'd disappear again…

Standing up, you chose to unpack your belongings to settle back into your room. Walking over to your nightstand where your bags were, you took your phone out of your purse and tossed it on your bed, zipping it up before sliding it over. Reaching into your tote bag, you grabbed your vibrating wand and placed it back in your storage box in its respective place. Wanting to maintain Yeosang and Wooyoung’s scent for a while longer, you removed everyone else’s shirt from your tote bag, placing the tote on the door knob.

You rested all three of them on the surface shortly after deciding that you wanted to dress comfortably, heading to change into some inside clothes. As soon as you were about to walk to your closet, there was a knock at your door. Time seemed to still for a moment, causing you to turn around to face your door. You were standing only a few feet away from it, fidgeting with your fingers.

“You can come in…” you said softly, fingers locked together as you felt small.

The door slowly opened, revealing the tall hybrid—he looked so tired, but you couldn’t help but be relieved to see him. For someone who was tense to see him, your body wanted to pull itself towards him.

“Welcome home, Y/n.” He spoke deeply, ears settled in ‘airplane’ mode as he drowned in his baggy sweats and hoodie.

He was fidgeting with the drawstrings of it, unsure of what to do with himself as he took a step closer, staying a couple feet away from you. He was unknowingly practicing with you, sensing that you weren’t even hostile right now, just a bit off.

“Hi Mingi.” You quietly greeted back; why do you two feel so awkward right now?

Keeping watch of your emotions, he initiated first, taking another step closer. “I’ve, um… been thinking about you.”

“I hope it’s been good things.” You softly smiled, watching as his body shook with a slight chuckle.

“Always.” Taking one more step closer, he was officially about two feet from you. “Can I… hold you?”

You nodded, knitting your eyebrows as you also walked towards him. Bringing your arms around his neck, he pulled you into him, securely holding you, but not as close as he’d like.

You may not have scented their shirts, but to smell Mingi this potent—this close—after a long time… you forgot how therapeutic you thought his pheromones were. Feeling you hold him tighter gave him a signal to also squeeze you tighter, resting his chin on your shoulder with his eyes fluttering shut.

“I missed you so, so much.” Mingi mumbled, feeling that sense of longing for you near him finally leaving him, unable to sense anything off about you right now.

Slightly overwhelmed with his own emotions, his knees buckled on himself, softly falling to them as he rested his forehead on your stomach.

You were startled at first, thinking he hurt himself, but then he nuzzled his face into you. Looking at him act so soft, and to make himself seem so small, made you pout—he didn’t have to do all of this.

“Get up, handsome,” you carded your fingers in his hair, looking down at him with a delicate expression. At least you knew he wasn’t mad at you. “Why are you on the floor? I’m home, aren’t I?”

“I wish I could say it was me doing this,” he softly rubbed his face against your stomach. “I was worried sick about you—you have no idea.”

Gently helping him to his feet, you pulled him back down towards you to scent him, seeing as you took his pheromones for granted.

“I missed you too…” You may not have felt it then, but at this current moment, you missed him just as terribly, briefly scenting his neck to satisfy yourself.

He chuckled, catching the residual notes of both Yeosang and Wooyoung hanging off of you. “You smell like them…”

“I asked them if we could scent before leaving—is it bothering you?” You were a bit wary, especially considering what Seonghwa told you the day before.

“No, not at all.”

“Good.”

“We have time to catch up; should I leave while you change?” Mingi asked, silently jumping on the inside that you’re here. You didn’t let go of him, feeling his hand rub along the small of your back. “Would you like to stay like this for a bit?”

You pulled away, deeply inhaling before letting out a gentle sigh. “You don’t have to leave, I just need to get my clothes first.”

He nodded, starting to slowly feel like everything’s going back to normal. Mingi took a seat on the edge of your bed, resting on his palms as he leaned back, staring at the empty air in front of him. You searched for a comfortable pair of baggy sweatpants, opting for an off-the-shoulder graphic tee before walking out of your closet. You placed the clothes on the edge of the bed opposite Mingi for more space, but also wanting to be near him.

“How have you been?” Mingi decided to strike up a conversation, genuinely interested.

You removed your pants first, tossing them in your laundry bin before grabbing your sweatpants. “Well… I’ve been amazing. My heat went better than I expected, less painful than I thought, but a bit irregular.”

“What do you mean?” He tilted his head, watching as you stood in place, thinking back on it.

“Hmm. My waves came every seven to eight hours instead of the usual five to six; there wasn’t really any pain for the first two and a half waves, the rest were mild to almost none,” you listed at the top of your head, shrugging as you reached for the hem of your shirt, pulling it off. “But Yeosang and Wooyoung were also really sweet and attentive, so I couldn’t really feel it.”

It went a bit quiet after that, thinking nothing of it as you fixed your bra band.

You hadn’t realized it yet, but Mingi was staring dead on at the gigantic bruise on your scent gland, seemingly unable to fathom what he was…

Looking at exactly.

He was in fact still in place; tail resting on the bed, ears pointed, body immovable—yet internally, something brewed.

He can’t be feeling this right now…

“How have you been while I was gone? I hope you guys didn’t drive each other insane, or Yunho.” You chuckled, pulling your shirt over, fixing your hair over it.

“I’ve been okay—Who bit your neck?” he asked directly, suddenly intrigued by what could’ve possibly caused that.

You looked up at him, noticing his head tilt and furrowed eyebrows. He fixed his face too late, involuntarily moving his tail to act nonchalant.

“Do we have to talk about this now?”

Mingi shook his head, nodding towards you. “Everything is completely up to you.”

“It’s nothing crazy…”

“Y/n?”

“Yes?”

He chuckled slightly, shaking his head. “You don’t have to lie; if anything, I can feel it now,” he reminded you, attuned to your emotions. “Based on what I’m sensing… you really enjoyed it.”

You turned your head away, covering your neck with your hair—Yunho did say he can sense almost all emotions now. “It was Yeosang…”

“Y-Yeosangie?” Mingi asked, slightly dumbfounded; he never expected his friend to do so. “Why did he bite you?”

“I asked,” you honestly told him, weaving your fingers together. “Though uh… the reason why it looks so bad is because he accidentally bit me two extra times—not that I’m mad!… Or anything…”

He hummed, trying his best not to get aggravated after hearing his friend’s name and the fact that he was the reason for that bruise. His canine had been silently poking at him since, trying his best to shut it out as best as he could while attempting to focus on you right now. The gears were turning in his head and suddenly, all the lessons he'd learned flew out the window.

All of this because San couldn’t speak up? None of you would be here if he just talked to you.

“Mingi?” You called out to him, seeing as he was completely zoned out. His attention snapped towards you, sitting up on the bed as he gave you his undivided attention. “Are you okay?”

“Sorry, yes,” he apologized, pinching the bridge of his nose. “Sorry, I know it’s not too late, I just think exhaustion is finally catching up to me after helping San this last week. Forgive me.”

“Would you like to cuddle and take a nap?”

His tail thumped against the bed softly, voluntarily moving this time, but he wasn’t ready to go to sleep when he hadn't spoken to you enough yet. “I don’t want to sleep yet, but come, let’s continue talking.”

Before he heard your answer, he could sense that you felt a little off about the suggestion, ears raising and his body softened. “Y/n… it doesn’t bother me, I swear. You seem like you want to talk about it.”

Which you did, but you didn’t want to cross any boundaries with Mingi when you just returned home. “As long as you’re okay with it.”

“I am,” he patted your bed, really missing you. You gave in, meeting him on your mattress as you sat across from him, close but untouching. “He bit you twice accidentally afterwards?”

“Yes,” you blushed, thinking back at the events. Based on how you were feeling, he could sense it too; you weren’t lying, and you didn’t hate it. “The second time was because he was really into it, the third time was because his possessiveness broke and he lost control. But he didn’t hurt me, I promise.”

Mingi’s face almost spoke for him before he did, getting it under control quickly. “His possessiveness broke?”

“Yeah,” you nodded, seeing nothing wrong with it. “I had to encourage him beforehand—he was hesitant to bite or break around me, but I reassured him. I guess I wasn’t worried because… of you. I took the habits I’ve learned from spending heats and ruts with you to help him.”

Mingi wasn’t expecting that answer, to be quite frank. Firstly, you thought about him while helping Yeosang—he’d take it as a win for you thinking about him. Secondly, Yeosang biting you three times and breaking his possessiveness around you only concluded one thing for him.

Yeosang liked you. How do you not know that?

He just found out right now because you told him, but if he had a hard time controlling his possessiveness over you—this was a personal feeling for Yeosang.

When Mingi… liked… you, it was because he couldn’t deal with the reality of his life with you—he wouldn’t want to hurt either of your feelings. So, in return, he tries his best to keep his love for you minimal, even though in terms of minimal, it’s still touchy when it comes to you. He still liked the kisses, the hugs, all the touches and times spent during heats and ruts; in terms of relationships, he doesn’t consider himself an option for you.

But he did appreciate the times where you allowed him to let go; he understands how Yeosang feels.

“How did it feel?” he asked, having heard stories about his bite from Wooyoung.

“Heavenly; I kind of felt like I was in a vast ocean of warmth, just sinking further and further away from the surface.” You purred subconsciously, stopping soon after.

Mingi didn’t know what to be more jealous of: Yeosang or the fact that you purred at the thought of him.

“I managed to come back somewhat to reality when my wave ended, but apparently I was inseparable from everyone for a couple of hours.”

“That’s so cute,” he complimented, preening at you blushing. “I’m hearing so much about Yeosang, yet nothing about Wooyoung. He wasn’t substantial?”

Your eyes shot wide open, remembering everything that happened with Wooyoung. “Oh no, he surprised me every time I was in heat. I feel like if I talked about what Wooyoung did, I might get riled up again.”

Well, at least you were honest.

“They introduced me to a couple of new things.”

“Oh yeah?” Mingi hummed, holding one of your pillows as he rested his chin on the plushness. “Like what?”

You blushed again; his tail hit the bed a little more audibly this time. “Mingi, do you even want to talk about this?”

“I do, why do you ask?”

“Your ears are down, and your tail is making my bed vibrate,” you softly chuckled, noticing how he quickly adjusted. “I’ve known you for a while now—we can talk about something else…”

“I’m okay,” he promised, gesturing for you to continue. “We’re all friends here.”

Your hands slipped in between your legs, sitting on them as you traced back to your memories. “Besides a lot of card games; choking, their strength—Wooyoung surprised me the most with that one.”

“Wooyoungie? Strong?” Mingi scoffed, finding that hard to believe. “I expected that to be the last thing, what did he do?”

“Mingi… I don’t think you even want to hear it.”

His ears poked up, feeling you were being slightly serious, so he dropped it. Again, you were being wary with some information, not wanting to hurt anyone’s feelings.

“Based on what you listed, I have an inkling Yeosang choked you too?”

Your ear flicked, tilting your head. “How did you know?”

“Well, I’ve known him for a long time; I know he can’t feel bites, so he does it to feel lightheaded. Sometimes Wooyoung would talk about their ruts and mention that Yeosang did it occasionally,” he blushed soon after, sharing some new information. “I’ve had a couple of ruts with him in the past; he never bit or choked me so…”

Remembering that there was a time when the boys would also exclusively help each other, you couldn’t imagine Yeosang and Mingi sharing a rut together. Then again…

“How did the both of you go about that?” you asked, genuinely curious.

Mingi became shy, thinking about it suddenly. “I visited hyung’s house one time while he was going through it. He was in the gym room, heavily panting by the mirror. I had to help him to his room; fortunately, ruts are different. So I helped him, and he helped me—mainly just handjobs and frotting… and kissing because I like to kiss.”

“Seeing them kiss was pretty hot,” you admitted, softly giggling; he knew you were telling the truth, feeling how you were in the best mood since coming home. “I didn’t expect Wooyoung to be such a brat—but they coordinated well with each other and I.”

“Wooyoungie.” Mingi reminisced, trying to sift through any memories to relate to with you. “He’s always been a brat… but I’m sure he was entertaining. He’s always known ‘please,’ as I like to say. But I also feel they’re more intimate than San and I. Wooyoung really is the only one Yeosang reaches out to for his rut because he’d rather do it alone, or if Wooyoung volunteers; he doesn’t like asking.”

“I heard about that, I think,” you frowned, making Mingi sit up more, paying close attention to you right now. “People think he’s scary, so I guess maybe that’s why. I wanted to ask—do you feel that same way?”

Mingi was thrown off by the sudden question, taking a moment to really think about it. “Sometimes, but not as much as Yeosang. People associate them with being aggressive and outspoken; he contrasts those allegations completely. The stigmas around me aren’t too bad; they’re annoying, but somewhat true. As for him, I’m sure he’d rather remove himself from the situation than do anything about it.”

And that sounds like something he would do, making you believe Mingi right away.

“I will say though, even if he isn’t as affectionate to me, put San and Wooyoung together and they’re like sticky candy,” Mingi commented, squeezing your pillow tighter.

Then you thought. “Is that why Wooyoung came over here?”

“Most likely, yes. I’m guessing hyung told you?”

“Mhm,” you confirmed. “I heard it didn’t work out that day.”

“Nope.” Mingi shook his head, sighing. “San—well, we smelled you radiating off of him. I have to admit… I was a little upset too, but I missed you too much to really say anything for him to go away. San was enjoying it at first, then he remembered that he and Yeosang were helping you with your heat. He became jealous all over again and told him to leave.”

“That’s a bit rude,” you furrowed your eyebrows, playing with the hem of your shirt.

“It was… but I also wasn’t stopping him,” Mingi looked away, feeling slightly guilty when San told Wooyoung to leave. “San’s very emotional—even if I’m upset with him right now, I kind of have to be there for him.”

“You’re still upset with him? I thought you guys were okay?”

“No.” Mingi said sharply, making your ears and tail stand. “He didn’t want to talk about his ex unless you were here because he can’t get himself to say it twice. It was also hard for him to speak about it because it somehow would’ve affected Yunho and me. So, rightfully until then, I’m mad at him.”

“I see…”

“Y/n,” you looked up at him, ears flat on his head as he was desperate. “What did she send you…?”

You shook your head, shrugging. “Videos… I’m just not confident if they’re real or not.”

For the way everyone seems to be reacting, he highly believes whatever ‘videos’ you’re all talking about to be real.

“What happened while I was gone?” you suddenly asked.

“I had to help him calm down from crying; he cried a little after we confronted your manager. But at home after we dropped off the care package at hyung’s, he was slightly depressed. His distressed pheromones were almost claustrophobic, but I had to stay with him. If anything, it helped me practice my lessons on him—it was working for the most part. And then, Wooyoung came over yesterday.”

“You confronted her?!” Your voice was a little loud this time, slightly spooking Mingi.

He reached out for your hands, thumbing over the back of them. “Yes. We heard the phone call with Yeosang…”

“Oh…”

“So then San stormed out. I followed him, we ended up at your job, and that’s how I found out that she was his ex—that he was trying to protect us this whole time,” Mingi scoffed, thinking back to that day. “I can’t lie, I don’t like your manager. San is nicer than me; I straight up insulted her to her face—forget first impressions.”

“Oh my goodness. Mingi, what did you say?”

“I called her a bitch.”

“No you did not.”

“She called me a ‘mutt’ right after.”

“That’s so rude.”

“I think what I called her was justifiable,” he raised his hands in defense. “She admitted to using you as a way to get to San and even called you pitiful. She didn’t care that you were pushed into stress heat; she might have felt bad only slightly after hearing that this was your second one.”

“Well then… thank you for protecting me… the both of you. But you don’t call women ‘bitches,’ Mingi.” You squeezed his hand, even though you felt like you would’ve said worse.

“My love, when it comes to you, I couldn’t care less about how anyone else could feel. Especially when it has to do with your health.” Mingi said sternly; no amount of unseriousness coated his words. “Should I have said ‘slut’? That’s what I really wanted to say.”

“I think ‘bitch’ is better,” giggling, leaning in to almost give him a kiss to show him appreciation, but you stopped yourself, resting back into your original position. “So what? Am I waiting for San to come and talk to me? How are you feel—“

“Why did you stop?” Mingi noticed, cocking his head. “Did you want to kiss me?”

“I—I did, but I’m not sure if I wanted to go all out, and knowing how you…”

Mingi shook his head, feeling that you were still a bit off. “I don’t know if you think I’m abrasive or something, but I would’ve accepted anything you wanted to offer. You just came back to us; I don’t want to make you uncomfortable.”

“No, it’s not that,” your hands loosely held onto his, unable to look him in the eyes now, slowly panicking. “Before I left, I—I kind of b-blew up on you. I’m s-starting to see that t-hat day, y—“

You were cut off when Mingi tilted his head, leaning down to meet your downcast face, and finding your lips.

“Calm down…” he mumbled, giving you a sweet kiss that led you back to eye level, all without touching you, breaking away shortly after.

He comfortably sat in his original position like nothing happened, holding your pillow tighter while you sat there speechless, staring at him in awe.

“You were saying?” he softly asked, sensing that you liked it. You probably wanted more, but hearing that you didn’t want him to go overboard, he waited until you reacted.

“I, um… I realized that you were probably learning how to deal with my emotions then; when you scented me at the bottom of the staircase,” seeing how he nodded exhaustedly, you knew it was true. “I’m so sorry, Mingi.”

He let out a low chuckle, deeply exhaling. “You are alright, my love. I understand how you felt. Yes, literally too, but actually. I would’ve probably reacted the same way.”

“As for San talking to you, he does want to… but when he heard the doorbell, he said he wasn’t ready to see you yet. He also thought your heat was going to be longer.”

Strangely enough, Mingi felt a sense of relief wash over you, leaving him slightly confused.

“If I have to be honest, I don’t think I’m ready to talk to him either.”

“Is that why hyung told us to stay in our rooms till you came home?”

“Yes. To be honest, I wasn’t planning on talking to you today,” hearing that made Mingi pout, knowing you were telling the truth. “But I realized none of this had anything to do with you, so again, I apologize.”

You bowed towards him suddenly, making him poke his head off the pillow. “Yah. Why are you apologizing? You’re forgiven already, pretty girl.”

The nickname made you warm inside, having not been able to hear it in a while. You leaned back up and gave him a kiss on the lips, feeling him melt into you only before you pulled away, watching him lick his lips.

“I’m really glad you’re home. Please, if you need me, use me.” Mingi offered a friendly smile, but all you could hear and see was Yeosang and Wooyoung when he said that.

Use me… Call me…

They really want to be around you.

And now Mingi…

“What are you thinking about?” he asked, snapping back into focus.

“Nothing.” You reassured him, making him feel at ease. Luckily, you yawned on cue, giving you an excuse to change the topic. “How many naps have you taken with San today? I’m sure it’s been a lot because of his own feelings…”

“Probably like, four times today. You felines sleep too much,” he yawned in return, scratching the back of his head. “But you know what, sometimes I do need an extra hour of rest.”

“See?”

“I guess.” He playfully rolled his eyes, laughing.

Wow, you really missed that laugh.

That smile too—his lips, nose, and eyes, the way they crinkled, making you regret not scenting his shirt. You don’t think you could ever tell them that.

“Mingi?” He looked at you, patiently waiting for you to talk. “Please… you can let loose around me. I’d like for us to feel normal again.”

He defended himself, thinking you were referring to him being a bit agitated earlier. “I’m not doing anything right now.” However, that’s not what you meant.

“I know, I’m just giving you permission, my love.” You smiled at him, seeing his tail genuinely wag for the first time yet. “… I’ve missed you.”

“I’ve missed you too,” he said once more, leaning in to give you another peck, but kept everything respectful still. “I’d like to scent you, if that’s okay. No offense… but you still smell like them.”

You giggled, wanting to lay down as he did so. Resting your head against your pillows, you reached up for him to pull him down. Mingi tossed your pillow to the side, hovering over you as he positioned himself to comfortably lay on top of you, like usual. Without doing too much, he planted a peck on your jaw before deciding to ask.

“I’ve been holding back a bit. I was wondering if I… can cuddle you like I want.”

“I’d like that.” You gave him permission, petting his hair as he scented you.

He wedged his left knee in between your legs, arm wrapped under you as his nose stayed comfortably in your neck. “We can talk more about your heat if you want.”

As he scented you, he couldn’t help but feel… jealous. Hearing you talk so highly about your experience with his friends, talking about how you enjoyed it made his canine desperate to assert himself; to claim you back.

He was one of the first to push his feelings away for you, but now that Yeosang is in the picture… it’s making him have second opinions.

His love and his silent yearning for you never truly disappeared; he was just trying to convince himself otherwise.

But who is to say Yeosang won’t court you?

Now he’s facing a new internal struggle, but will he allow his feelings to get hurt in the process?

“I have a question.”

“Yes?”

“What are you going to do now? About your job,” he asked, fighting the urge to kiss your neck.

You thought about it briefly, but haven’t decided on a solution. “I don’t know. I really like my job, but I hate my manager so much.” Shuffling yourself just a bit lower underneath him, you brought your hand to his hair to distract yourself. “To be frank, I don’t really want to talk about that place right now.”

“I’m sorry.” He quickly apologized, using the kiss on your neck as an excuse for it.

You purred, brushing his bangs out of the way. “You’re fine,” a part of you was craving Mingi the more he cuddled with you. “I want to scent you, but I don’t want to move.”

“I could always put all of my body weight on you,” he mumbled against your neck, unmoving.

“That’s not going to help.”

“Let me help then.” Fixing his arm around you, he rolled onto his back, pulling you on top of him. Your head was against his chest, your front flat against his as your legs were wedged on either side of his left. “Better?”

You nodded, feeling him lazily pull the blanket over the both of you. He was slowly fighting sleep himself, growing used to feeling when San felt tired.

“Thank you for coming home to us,” he mumbled drowsily, rubbing small circles on your lower back as his eyes were closed. “Please, don’t be afraid to talk to us—or me at least.”

You nuzzled your face into his chest, feeling apologetic while your body felt like it was sinking into him; you didn’t even realize he was pushing out his pheromones for you. It relaxed you more than you thought. “I’ll make sure. Sorry for making you worry.”

“It’s okay; at least you’re here now…”

“A-Are you sure this is how you want to do this?” you asked Wooyoung, pressing the back of your hand against his burning forehead. You were worried about the potential pain he’d be in.

Wooyoung had told you a week before that his rut was approaching, and he wondered if you could help him through it. Of course, you agreed, weekend bag already packed and ready for him; what surprised you, though, were his requests.

It turned out he and Yeosang were big fans of restraints—he wanted you to bring a few with you for when the time came. Although you had them just in case, you hadn’t yet had a chance to use your cuffs and eye covers with San or Mingi. You packed your white lace cuffs, joined by a gold chain link, along with a matching eye mask to limit his vision.

When you arrived at their place, it was the day before his rut began; if you thought regular Wooyoung was affectionate, pre-rut Wooyoung barely let you breathe. You spent plenty of time with him: comforting him, cuddling, and plenty of heated make out sessions. On the night his rut started, he woke you by eating you out, deciding he might as well “help himself.”

He didn’t get to make you cum, as you put his rut first since he was in pain, wincing occasionally while trying to ignore it. Currently, you stood behind Wooyoung, kissing his shoulder blades as he purred—feeling you secure the cuffs on his wrists.

“Yes, please~” he hummed, wanting to look back and kiss you, but you weren’t within reach.

After spending your heat together, he couldn’t let go of your dominant side, begging you to use him however you wished. He meant it from the very first time. You worried about the pain he might feel if he wasn’t satisfied, but he reassured you it didn’t bother him much. He wanted you to do as you pleased; to test your fantasies with him.

His cock was flushed and red, precum threatening to spill as it jumped every so often. With the cuffs secure, you ran your hand from his lower back to the front of his slightly toned abdomen. He looked you up and down as if you were his favorite meal, licking his lips and trying to lean down to kiss you.

You leaned back, bringing your hand up to push his chin. “I thought I was in charge.”

He managed to steal a kiss on your palm, warm to the touch as he nodded. “You are, please, mistress…”

Hearing that name for the first time piqued your interest, making your tail stand up behind you. Purring, you leaned in for a quick make out session, tugging him closer as he tried to balance himself.

“One more…” you mumbled, breaking the kiss and bringing the lace eye mask over his eyes, blocking most of his vision. “Can you see anything?”

He glanced around his dimly lit room, then turned back toward your voice. “Very little.”

“Really?” you purred, leaving an open-mouthed kiss on his chest, making his breath hitch. Since you only had your shirt left, you pulled it off by the hem and dropped it to the floor. “Not even me?”

He tried his best to catch a glimpse of you through the lace, managing to see a hint of your form through one of the holes. He saw your bare chest and immediately tried to latch his lips onto your nipple. Even with his arms cuffed behind his back, he was eager to please, humming when you whimpered as he bit you. Gripping his hair, you pulled him back again, watching him lick his lips.

You reached down to stroke his hard length, feeling its heat and anticipating just how desperate he’d get. He started bucking into your hand instantly, closing his eyes behind the blindfold. Keeping his head steady, you left small love bites along his neck and chest, slickly gliding your fingers over his tip.

“If you’re good, and if you listen, I can help you faster than you think,” you whispered, kissing his jawline and feeling the slight resistance as he tried to turn toward you. “Keep your lips to yourself, I’ll help you.”

He almost whimpered, biting his bottom lip as he nodded. You were already naked before him, quickly realizing he’d need help. Walking around him, you hugged him from behind, caressing his exposed chest. Your thumbs played with his nipples, making him shudder. His fluffy tail curled around your thigh, squeezing gently since he couldn’t touch you.

“You’re irresistible, even while submitting,” you whispered in his ear, watching it flick. You trailed your hands down his chest to his cock, holding the shaft. “I like seeing you like this—brattiness doesn’t suit you.”

That was a lie, and he knew it. You adored his bratty side; he understood your meaning, moaning at the thought of being your personal toy. Using both hands, you began stroking his length, twisting your wrists in opposite directions.

He threw his head back on your shoulder, trying to touch you with his fingertips behind him. You tsked, squeezing the base of his cock.

“Keep your fingers to yourself…” you teased, giggling as he whimpered. “I hope I’m not hearing you complain.”

“N-no, mistress, not at all,” he nearly sobbed, bucking into your hand. “Use… use me, please.”

“Trust me, I will.” You pulled him closer, focusing on stroking him from behind.

Your movements sped up, the sound of his thick precum becoming more pronounced, and slick threatened to spill from your core. Wooyoung couldn’t help but buck into your grasp, grateful you let him. Thankfully, Seonghwa was on a business trip for the week; you and Wooyoung could be as loud as you liked.

Easing your strokes, you kissed his back again to distract him as you pulled your hands away. Circling around, you gave him a kiss he’d been craving, letting him indulge.

“Kneel.” You instructed, listening to him purr as he slowly lowered himself to his knees. He settled on his calves, looking up at the sound of your voice.

Gripping his hair, you angled his head up, bringing his lips closer to your cunt. Before you could direct him, he’d already figured it out, sticking his tongue out for you. The moment his lips touched you, he lapped at your syrupy slick, shifting his shoulder so you could hook your right leg over him. In this position, he could eat you out comfortably as you held his head for balance, his tongue working in perfect harmony.

“W-wow, you really enjoy this,” you mewled, hearing him chuckle beneath you before focusing again on your core.

Wooyoung clenched his fists tightly behind him, craving to touch you and deepen his tongue, but unable to. The second time you pulled his head back, he poked his tongue out to enter your entrance, suckling on your clit when he found it. You were grateful Wooyoung was open to most things, letting you try positions you’d been curious about. In a way, you two were the most alike in bed.

His cock ached terribly, but the pain only added to his pleasure, precum sliding down his length as it cooled going down. Wooyoung liked to lick every crease and crevice of your sopping cunt, willing to drool over you. Whenever you tried to pull away, he’d suck harder, making your body tremble above him just so you could run away.

“Delightful.” Wooyoung murmured, his lips brushing your core.

You let out a shaky whine, wanting to stop but craving more. “Tongue. Out.” You hadn’t meant to be so direct, you were just speechless, but it seemed he liked that. 

Instantly, his ears perked up and he extended his tongue for you. You hovered your whole cunt over his tongue like you would with Mingi, grinding against it. Wooyoung lapped at you as best he could, eating you out with carelessly yet calculated. He made it seem as if he didn’t know he was bringing you closer, but he could easily tell by your trembling breath and the sudden quiet whimpers.

He could only imagine what you looked like above him, wondering if you were mimicking his licks. Wooyoung always found it adorable when you copied Yeosang’s open-mouthed look while being fucked. He never understood what the boys complained about, since you tasted this good all the time; he simply couldn’t get enough.

Because he was so skilled with his tongue, you had to pull him away from your heat, watching him lick his lips and pant. Deep down, you wanted him to finish you off while standing; you just felt bad keeping him on his knees for so long.

Helping him back to his feet, he left kisses wherever he could reach, unable to tell exactly where he was pressing his lips. Sooner or later, you’d have to satisfy his rut.

“You’re doing so well, Wooyoungie~” you praised, knowing he probably needed to hear it. You loved seeing him flustered, even though he usually did that to others.

“Just showing you what I could offer you daily—whenever you’d like,” he flirted back, purring.

“Yeah, you’re too addictive.” You giggled, flattering him.

Sliding your hand back down, you took his length and stroked him a few times, guiding it between your slick folds. You didn’t let him in, instead squeezing your thighs around it. Pulling him closer by the hips, you purred, feeling slick dribble down as you kissed up his neck.

“Won’t you cum like this? For me?” You moved his hips, licking his collarbone.

Wooyoung nodded desperately, grateful you were at least keeping him close. He ran his length along your folds, sucking in harsh breaths as the tip passed over your heat. The action brushed your clit, affecting you too as you toyed with his scent gland. He loved when you teased it, enjoying the feeling as your small fangs dragged along his gland.

“Mmm~ Princess—”

“Princess…?”

“Mistress,” he corrected himself, mewling. “Can I put it in, miss?”

Even though Wooyoung was technically a bit older, the new title pleased you. But you denied him, making him whine. “Tell me when you’re close.”

“Yes, baby.” He purred, fighting the urge to kiss you—he didn’t want to cross any boundaries.

Because he learned so well, you relented and kissed him, pulling his hips closer. He took it as permission to thrust faster against your folds, hissing as slick coated his length. You purred, pressing down on the top of his shaft, grinding against him.

Wooyoung huffed, emitting a low growl, pleading. “I’m close, miss~”

You pushed his hips away, stopping him from rocking against your cunt. His cock glistened with your slick, slapping his abdomen as it looked strained.

You turned around, brushing your tail against him to signal he should follow. “Follow me.”

His tail wrapped around yours, letting himself be pulled forward to the bed. You knelt at the foot of his bed, pressing your palms to the mattress as Wooyoung stopped at the edge.

“Think you can do well? If you do, I’ll reward you.”

Wooyoung nodded eagerly, trying to feel for your heat. You purred, watching him fumble helplessly, knowing you could help him. It only took him a moment to find where he needed to be. Wooyoung slowly pushed into you, tugging at the cuffs behind him since he couldn’t touch you. You bit your lip, pushing back to help him and to ease your own need.

Resting your chest flat against the bed, you let him take charge, pushing your hips back just enough to hit your g-spot.

Wooyoung thought the whole idea was perfect; he’d never been restrained like this. It made him work for it, to earn your approval, or see if he fell short. He had a kink for degradation, becoming more flustered when you indulged it. You didn’t do it often—this was your first time attempting to be truly dominant—but it almost felt natural for you.

Maybe it was his rut, but your command to kneel earlier had him head over heels.

“Mistress, your sweetness—what did I do to deserve such a gift?” he whimpered, hips meeting your backside; even if he couldn’t see you, the way you clenched around him made him extra sensitive.

He looked desperate, hyperaware of his need to cum. “By being irresistible,” you teased, aware he wanted to pick up the pace but was hesitant to lose his balance. “Mmm~ Youngie, hold on. Let me help.”

He listened, hissing as you edged him. He pulled out, standing as you sat up on the bed, wrapping your arms around him to uncuff one wrist. You still planned to keep him restrained, bringing his hands to the front and re-cuffing them. Once secure, he double-checked, purring when he couldn’t move.

“Color?”

“Green—so fucking green.” Wooyoung growled hungrily, managing to kiss your jaw in the heat of the moment.

You giggled, giving him what he wanted before lying flat on your back. He lost you for a moment, feeling your legs slip under his cuffed arms and over his shoulders. He gripped your thighs tightly, lining up with your heat again before sliding back into you. A high-pitched moan left your lips, and you caught the smirk on his face. His wrists were bound, but now, with your legs on his shoulders, he could do as he pleased. Starting slow, Wooyoung hissed at the delicious overstimulation, almost as if your were tightening around him. Regret crept in as you realized you’d handed over the dominant role.

Leaning forward, he pulled out before thrusting back in, ears twitching at your soft whimpers. You watched him lick his lips, biting his bottom lip as he focused on you.

“Youngie, deeper, baby,” you mewled, feeling yourself get closer to release.

“Mistress, you’re losing your touch,” he smirked, his sly comment lighting a fire in you both.

Deciding to match his bratty energy, you snarled, “Be useful then, and cum already.”

He knew you weren’t serious, but hearing your sass made Wooyoung fall apart again. His brows furrowed as he picked up the pace, resting his right knee on the mattress for balance.

“I wish I could touch you; see you,” he moaned, thrusts becoming sloppier. “I’m coming, miss.”

He stilled his hips, groaning deeply as he came inside you, squeezing your thighs against his chest. His groans faded to whimpers, overwhelmed as you kept pulsing around him.

You teased, tsking, “I didn’t cum, Wooyoungie~”

He almost protested, “W-well, I can’t touch you—”

“I didn’t know my toy was broken.”

He grumbled, giving you a hard thrust while still inside. “I work perfectly fine.”

You didn’t let him win. “Seems like I’ll have to use my other toy…”

His ears twitched at that, knowing you meant his friend a few doors down. He shook his head frantically—not just out of desperation, but because he gets clingy during his ruts and hated loss of skin contact.

“Then do the one thing you were designed for, won’t you?”

“Yes, Mistress.”

You purred, gently pushing him away. His chest heaved as he stood, exhausted and barely sated. You led him back to the bed, helping him shuffle closer to the pillows, resting there with his cuffed wrists across his chest—his cock hard and slick against his thigh, waiting.

You straddled him, lining yourself up before sinking down on his length. His chest lifted off the bed, knocking the air from his lungs before he settled back, ready for whatever you had planned.

But before you began, you offered a little mercy. “I’ll let you choose one to get rid of,” you said, kissing him. “Eye mask or cuffs?”

He took a moment to answer, seriously considering. “Eye mask.”

You raised your eyebrows. “Even after saying how badly you wanted to touch me?”

“Because I want to see how beautiful you are while riding me—and because I’ll get to touch you all I want after this.”

You purred, untying the eye mask; his eyes were watery, evidence of the lace drying them.

Dropping it on the bed, you brushed his hair aside. “Are you still green?”

He nodded, licking his lips as an idea came to him. “Mistress, may I help you cum?”

You slammed your hips down on him twice as you giggled, granting permission. Sitting up to face you, Wooyoung threw his cuffed arms around your waist as he kneeled, your legs wrapping around him naturally while falling back slightly. He gave you a few thrusts, his overstimulation fading as his rut surged again. He couldn’t resist kissing you, slotting his tongue against yours as he rammed into you. You adored kissing Wooyoung, but desperate Wooyoung in rut had you yearning for his mouth everywhere, pulsing around him.

Your bodies couldn’t be closer, feeling him buried deep inside. Wooyoung noticed your dominance slip away, seeing your face twist into submission. He smirked, cooing at your flush expression as he nuzzled into your neck. So close, you lapped at his scent gland, finding your positioning before biting down. Wooyoung froze, whimpering at the bite as you held on, becoming sensitive all over again as his thrusts grew erratic. You purred, knowing you had him where you wanted.

Releasing his neck, you licked it, being bratty right back. “Look how easy it is for you to be quiet; you’re most attractive when your lips aren’t moving.”

But, in true Wooyoung fashion, he didn’t let you win easily. “But I thought you liked my lips moving—licking all of you. Just like earlier, remember?” You bit your lip, nodding. He hummed at your docileness, ego swelling. “You did well, mistress. We can play again soon.”

He was referring to your dominant role today, noting how it faded as you neared your orgasm. He held you tighter, whispering sweet nothings to encourage you to cum. It may have been his rut, but taking care of you was always his priority. When you finally came, he hushed you, chuckling darkly as your release coated his thigh, eager for more.

Wooyoung kissed you once more after you quieted, releasing his cuffed hands and letting you fall flat against the bed. Dazed, you looked up as he brought the cuffs up, pulling his wrists in opposite directions and snapping the metal in half.

“M-My cuffs…” you huffed, pouting—they were your first time using them.

“We can get new ones, stronger ones too,” he growled, the broken chain links swaying. “I wanted to take care of my baby; to touch you.”

You almost folded, remembering this was about him. “If you want to… we could…”

“We could?” he echoed, a small whine escaping as the ache returned.

Shyly, you looked away, ears flattening. “I was nervous to do it last time… but you’re the only one I trust.”

You could see the gears turning in his head before the realization dawned on him. “I just wanted to see if you liked it; we don’t have to.”

“I-I’d still like to try, if it’s with you,” you admitted, blushing. “You seemed pretty eager last time.”

Now you had him blushing. “We could try; I’ll be gentle,” he reassured, hissing as he bent over you. “Mistress, how would you like to be eaten?”

“I think you’re forgetting—I’m here for you,” you reminded him, kissing his lips twice. “You should lie down and let me handle things, yeah?”

“Yes, mistress.”

You guided him to his back, his body melting into the mattress as you peppered kisses all over, trailing lower. The last thing Wooyoung remembered was your mouth ghosting over his length, reigniting his rut once again.