#danceracha x reader

"Your position is all wrong, loosen up a bit," Hyunjin says from behind, his breath ghosting over your shoulder as he gently pushes your arms above your head. You sneak in a breath; finding it hard to concentrate when he's standing so close.

"All right," you reply, trying to follow where his hands are guiding you, catching both of your reflections in the mirror while doing so. His gaze meets yours briefly before moving down to where your skins touch. "There you go." he hums in approval, "Wasn't hard now, was it?" his eyes focus back on you, the moment feeling a tad too intimate for your liking.

It has been a few weeks since you became part of Stray Kids, and your first performance is upcoming. A few scandals arose from the decision to put a woman in a boy group— people disagreed, and so did you. But what choice were you given when you had already signed the contract unknowingly to some saccharine promise of making it to the next big hit in kpop? If only you had known. Now, you're stuck with having to prove yourself to the public, otherwise, it'll be over for your career.

Hyunjin has been tutoring your dance sessions lately. Sometimes, he would alternate with Minho or Felix. Felix was easy to talk to, but he would get shy at times, which resulted in you feeling the same. Minho was hardest to come by due to his packed schedule, therefore your conversations were rather awkward, making the interactions more difficult than they should have been. Hyunjin really was your last hope. You could tell he was a smooth teacher. Though, you don't know if that was for the better or the worse since the more you spent with him, the more a spark of attraction ignites within you.

You snap away from your gnawing thoughts when he backs away from you, strolling to the other side of the room to sit on the floor. "Go on, show me what you've learned so far." He requests, turning the music back on with a remote as he gestures for you to start.

You nod, closing your eyes to feel the music, and mainly to try to ignore the intensity of his stare as he observes your every movement. You weren't used to the public yet except for the other girls you were a trainee with for the past few years. Every time you danced around him or the other members, it felt awkward and you cursed yourself for it.

Your eyes blink open when the music suddenly stops, confused you turn to look at him. Maybe you expect disappointment, but he has a small smile plastered on his face as if he is considering something.

"You're good, just nervous. Come here," he pats the area next to him, urging you to sit down.

Reluctantly, you shift towards him and crouch down to where he's seated. "You know, you don't have to be so on the edge. Do I make you nervous, yn?" He asks, tilting his head so that you would look at him, not at the script written on the water bottle before you. You turn away, eye contact was the last thing you wanted right now. Especially not when you feel the press of his thigh heavy against yours. You scout away but it only prompts him to get closer.

"How am I supposed to help if you won't speak? Maybe I should talk to Chan about this matter... I don't think you're ready yet—" He goes on and to his surprise, you immediately turn to look at him with a hint of sudden agitation. "No—!" You worked so hard for this, you can't let go of this opportunity just because of your embarrassment. Get a grip, yn.

"I'm sorry. You don't make me nervous," you try to convince, even though it's a lie. Anybody with a pair of eyes can tell how stiff you are at the moment.

He nods at that, "Then... I was thinking. Would you like want a part in Taste?" He asks, taking in your surprise at the proposition. "I told you, you're good. We have a few weeks left, we can still work on your nerves." There's a slight undertone to his words, hinting that he did not buy your confirmation of comfort earlier. You hesitate. It's a good opportunity to showcase your skills, but performing amongst danceracha as a debut would mean giving it your all.

He seems to take in your doubts being written all over your face. Ever since you got in, you've been acting like a frightened animal that it almost makes him pity you. He understands why. The group has also been anxious about what was going to happen next with the company's impulsive decision. Clearly, you were the one taking the most damage from it, with all the expectations put upon you.

His hand reaches to your face, stopping a few inches from your cheek as if he were wondering what he was doing. He goes for your shoulder instead, his palm warm even through the fabric of your shirt. Your breath halts for a second, gaze meeting his own. "You'll do good, I promise. Minho hyung and Yongbok are also there for you. It's all up to you."

He gets up, his touch leaving you, and yet it was as if you could still feel it. "I'll see you later." He finally says, going through the door; leaving you alone in the practice room to stare at your own reflection suddenly empty of his body warmth.

This was going to be a long week.

“I'm dead,” you mumble to yourself in heavy pants, plopping yourself down on the floor to grab your phone to check the time. 10 27pm. It has officially been hours since you've entered the practice room. Hyunjin was busy today, he quickly apologised this morning after dropping you off. Deciding to handle things yourself instead of seeking constant guidance from the others, you might've ended up overworking yourself. Everywhere's aching, “Feels like I'm burning in the pits of hell,” you complain, setting your phone down to lay on the floor, appreciating how cold it was in contrast to your sweaty and sticky skin.

Perhaps it was the music still playing loudly in the background, or how the tiredness resulted in your senses dulling that you could not hear the door opening and closing, nor the footsteps approaching you until you're met with a familiar face from above. Minho.

“Working hard?” He asks, eyeing you in a way that you couldn't deduce if it was observant or sarcasm.

You jump upright, feeling like you were caught lazing around despite the proof towards the opposite running through your sore limbs. “Yes!” you reply, cringing at how forced that sounded, hurrying to stand up on your feet out of respect with him being a few years older.

Minho was the one you avoided the most, not that he was cold or anything of that sort. It's just that he wasn't the easiest to read and that made him intimidating. To you atleast. Being caught in this moment of vulnerability by him especially made the idea of first few impressions worsen.

He notices how your movements are floppy as you stand up. “Hm, thought so. Hyunjin said that he wasn't around today, and you were nowhere to be found elsewhere.” he says, insinuating that he's been looking for you. You gasp in surprise when he suddenly reaches for your arms, feeling the tense muscles in his grip. He was gentle but firm, all of this too hast for you to properly react. “Don't you think that you force movements on your muscles way too much?”

You blink at that, confused. “Huh?”

“You're rigid. Forcing yourself rather than following the flow.” He sighs, grabbing the remote to start the soundtrack all over again.

“Wanna go again? This time follow my moves,” he asks. You nod, despite the soreness of it all, his proposition excites you enough to bring back some of your energy.

He is indeed smooth. His movements flow naturally, clearly toning it down for you to follow within your limit, and yet it still looks effortless on his part. You follow the rhythm with him, and truthfully it hurts way less than before. His instructions are clear and easy to follow, to the point that you felt silly for avoiding him for so long.

“You improve quickly,” He finally says as the music stops. “But,” he trails off, reaching for you and maneuvering your position so that you are facing him directly, body inches away, “For this part, it goes like this.” He says, holding your shoulders down till your knees meet the floor. The position is inappropriate, your face meeting his bottom half. You stare at him wide-eyed, only receiving nonchalance on his end. “Lay down, just like that.” He instructs, gently pushing your shoulders till you're laid half the way down on the floor. One elbow supports you while he urges you to rest the other on your hip. His eyes never leave your figure, taking in every detail of your stance, making your heartbeat quicken. You gulp. Staring at the bright light on the ceiling, anywhere that wasn't him.

“Hey, focus.” He snaps his fingers, using his other hand to rewind the chorus. “Here, you need to thrust up. Are you okay with that?” He asks. You know what part of the song it is, you had been practicing it all over all day. But not in front of someone yet… and you sure weren't expecting Minho to be the first one.

Your embarrassment was evident, squeezing your eyes shut to try to shake it away. “Sure…” you reply. He hums and presses play. You take a deep breath, calming your nerves and follow the beat.

For a first try, it ends up being clumsy, your discomfort speaking volumes above the soundtrack. He sighs, and your heart drops at the possible disappointment he could feel at the moment. You could tell he was being patient, just like the others since you randomly barged into their space. You were grateful for that, but it gave you pressure in regards to their expectations.

“Your expression is too shy, your movements aren't stable.” He crouches down to you, pressing a hand to your stomach. You freeze. “Breathe in,” he requests and you don't even know if that's possible right now. “Yn, breathe. All the way.”

You obey to your own surprise.

“Now out. Slowly.” He watches as you let out the shakiest breath you've been holding, your shoulders slouching and stomach relaxing. “Good girl. You've got it,” he says, his fingers moving to your sides briefly and if you were crazy you'd think he just felt you up. He smiles, standing up, watching you from above.

“Don't view it as sexual, dancing is an art. Just trust your body. Stage presence is one too, you can't show a clumsy expression to the public. Show me your confidence, yn.” He says, your name leaving his mouth in almost a hushed tone as he gestures for you to start again.

Somehow, his words calm you down a token, letting the advice sink in. You would be lying if you said that you didn't know what he meant, considering you watched the live performance a thousand times by now. The next few tries were better than the last. You still have some progress to make, but it's undeniably more respectable.

You both don't notice the time going by until the next thing you know is that it's already midnight.

You were weak to the bone, the fatigue catching up to you once again as he packs up your phone and water bottle for you.

“You good?” He asks, looking at you from where your bag is rested, he picks it up; setting in your belongings.

“If your idea of good is being cramped all over then yes.” You reply in sarcasm, the atmosphere between you two easing by now.

He smirks, finding your response amusing next to your shy demeanor two hours ago. “Let's go, it's already late.”

The ride back to your dorm is quiet except for the soft rumbling of the car engine. You're thankful he came, preferring this over walking back in the middle of the night. Sometimes, you'd feel his eyes on you from the rearview mirror only to shift to the road the moment you look back. Maybe you're hallucinating it, because every hint of eye contact feels more intense than it should've been. It almost felt as if he was trying to decipher each and every thought running in your head.

The following day is when you actually feel the aftermath of overworking yourself.

You groan, even moving the tiniest inch hurts. Bringing the blanket over your head to muffle the sound of your growing alarm. You turned off about three alarms already, it's like they are never ending. Your fault.

Finally, you decide to let go, mostly because of your rumbling stomach. You don't think you had dinner last night, it had been long forgotten when all you could dream about was improving.

Shuffling off your bed, you make your way down to the kitchen half groggy. Your eyes barely open when you register the smell of something sweet, perhaps biscuits?

You hear him before you see him, a little ‘Ah–!’ escaping from him as he registers your presence walking down the hallway. “Yn! You're awake,” Felix says from the kitchen island; gloves holding a tray of freshly baked treats, his voice a pitch higher than usual–– soft and airy at the sight of you. You knacker your way towards him, pulling a chair before plopping down on it. “Morning, Felix.”

You were assigned a dorm with Felix and Seungmin. Seungmin is currently overseas for the week to attend an event. Honestly grateful for that, you couldn't really tell if he liked you or not at all.

“You seem exhausted. Slept well?” He asks, tilting his head at your disheveled state. “You're not being too harsh on yourself, are you now?” Worry radiates off him, he's so sweet all the time, it makes you feel guilty for not being able to match his energy at the moment.

“I'm fine. Thank you for asking,” you return in a lazy mumble, nestling your head against the palm of your hand. “Are those cookies?”

His eyebrows shoot up at your question, as if he himself had forgotten about the tray he just set down. “Oh! Oh yes. I actually made those for err…” He trails off, seeming to shy off just a little.

You eye him up, arching a brow curiously; more awake now, “For?”

“Hyung told me about your hard work, and I've been wanting to give you a welcoming gift for making it to the group. So this is some sort of celebration-cookies?” He explains, a sheepish smile on his face. “Congrats, yn. I'm sure everything you do will pay off!”

You almost tear up at that. His kindness is out of this world, warming up your heart and soothing the ache of your worries. “Thank you, Lix,” you reply, voice wavering. You don't mean to get sentimental over something so trivial, but the stress has been catching up lately. “It means alot—”

“Are you crying? Don't– Oh my. Did I—?!” Felix panics as he sees tears swelling from your eyes but you dismiss his concern with a wave of your hand, using the other to hide your flushed expression and glossy eyes.

“It's okay! Don't worry about it. Just kind of overwhelmed.” You reply, shaking your head and the tears away with a deep inhale. His expression softens at that, as if it was even more possible. He reaches for a tissue, helping you dry your face, holding you oh so tenderly.

“Do you want to take a day off?” He asks, bringing one of the cookies to your mouth. You don't think much of it, simply biting down then grabbing it on your own. The idea of a day off is enticing… but you couldn't possibly. There's still so much to do…

“I know what you're thinking of. Pushing yourself only causes burnout. It'll be fun, believe me. And you'll be full of energy by tomorrow,” he carries on, cutting away any possibility of you working today. “Come on, yn. Please?”

You frown with a sigh, picking up another cookie, “How can I say no to that?” you smile, joking about it. He laughs at that, a deep contrast to his voice during their performances. He has the kind of laugh that makes you briefly forget about everything grey in your life, bringing easy comfort into the atmosphere from how contagious it is.

His idea of a ‘day off’ is lounging on the couch, binge watching movies and occasionally playing random games like UNO. At some point, he brought you to his room to show you his League account. Trying hard to get you into the game despite your initial disapproval due to the infamous reputation of the game.

“It's not that bad! Look,” he had told you.

“You sure sound like an addict,” is what you had told him.

Now, you're back in the common room, both slumped down the couch like sloths clinging to a branch while watching whatever is playing on TV, a few empty takeout boxes you had for lunch scattered across the low table. You yawn, it was maybe around 1 pm? You have no idea, but procrastination is getting to you. It seems to affect Felix too, with the way he lazily leans his head against your shoulder, slowly blinking at the screen in front.

Both of your attention shifts towards the main door as it clicks open, revealing Minho and Hyunjin peeking in at first before walking in. Hyunjin has a box of strawberries that he sets down on the counter.

Felix sits a bit straighter, “Hyung,” he greets them, and you clear your throat, knowing very well that you were well that you were supposed to be at the company working your ass off right now.

“There you are. You didn't tell us you were taking today off,” Minho says as he stalks closer, resting his hands behind you on the back of the couch. “What's the occasion?” He questions, skeptical.

You and Felix share a look, looking for a plausible excuse when Hyunjin slots himself besides you, resulting in you being squished closer to Felix and himself. “I'm sure our dear yn and Yongbok have a reason, right?”

Minho looks at him, giving him a dry laugh. “Don't think I was talking to you,” he says, though, there's no real bite to it. He's simply teasing.

“Well, uhm.” You interrupt. Rubbing the edge of your phone against your finger pad, trying to quickly come up with something when Felix cuts you off.

“Yn is sick! She had a fever this morning… so I asked her to stay home today.” He blatantly lies, right in their face too. Having such an angelic face does work wonders, considering how they seemed to buy whatever he just said. Even if they didn't, they played along.

“Is that so?” Minho asks, leaning down towards you from behind, him being right above your head. “Poor yn.” His voice is saccharine, like always in a way it would seem conceding if you didn't know how he acts by now.

Hyunjin inches closer, his face being barely distanced from your face. Your eyes widen, trying to pull back for some distance but you end up bumping against Felix. They were all suddenly so close, too close. “You feel better now?” Hyunjin asks, tilting his head towards yours as if to examine it.

Your throat runs dry, nodding hastily. “Yes, better…” You say, voice coming out a bit hoarse from being flushed against them on both sides. Your breath hitch when he brings a palm to your forehead, your skin burning against his.

“Are you sure? You're flaming up right now,” he asks, looking up at Minho who is standing behind you. “Check her up, hyung. She is probably still feverish.”

You side eye Felix from that position, your lie backfiring. He seems as shocked as you, but there's a hint of amusement in his expression. Hiding his grin behind his palm as if anything in this situation was close to being funny. You can't feel irritated for long before you know it— Minho is holding your hair from behind; Hyunjin takes the hairband from around your wrist and gives it to Minho to tie your hair up.

You can feel his eyes on you from behind, lowering his face low enough till it was right next to your ear, breath fanning over your neck. “We should get her to bed so that she rests up,” he suggests. The proximity makes you shiver. “She's still got a lot to do once she's fully healed,” he looks at Felix, the blond taking some seconds to take in what the older man is saying.

“Oh. Yeah, you're right–! Rest… she should rest.” Felix replies with a big innocent smile as if he wasn't the one who put you in that situation.

One second you're in the common room, and the second you're manhandled back to your room. They didn't even have to pick you up, they just brought you here somehow. The next thing you know? You're laying on your bed, pretending to be sick with them hovering around you like moths to flame.

“Comfortable?” Hyunjin asks, sitting at the edge of the bed, getting some cushions to put against you and behind your head. Minho left the room about a minute ago to fetch you a glass of water.

Felix still can't contain his laughter, snickering silently in a corner, watching you getting pampered like a sick baby. Suddenly, he didn't feel that sweet enough for you not to want to smack him by the end of all this. You'd rather get scolded for being lazy than… this. At least that's what you want to think. If only they knew the reason why you were burning up was because of them, and not any form of sickness.

By the time Minho comes back, he has you drinking the water from the glass by his hand. All of this feels too domestic for your heart, their attention too sudden to register. Meanwhile, Felix continues to feign innocence, pretending you're actually ill and helping to take care of your form.

Things have settled down by now, and you can't help but notice how Minho's hand rests on Hyunjin's thigh while they speak. Hyunjin playing with Felix's fingers with his own. Hyunjin says something stupid, Minho scoffs and threatens him; looking over your table to find some tissue paper to force into Hyunjin's mouth. They are having fun, it almost makes you jealous enough not to notice the intimate grip the older one has on Hyunjin, and the way he's eyeing him down from where he's standing above them. The way Felix giggles about it, and how Hyunjin's arm ends up pulling him closer as a barrier between him and Minho. How Minho softens when faced with Felix, a knowing smile on his face as if this position would be familiar in a different context.

Their laughter dies out, and soon it's just them looking at each other and breathing a bit harder from moving and playfighting. Holding eye contact before breaking away. You'd be insane not to notice the brief heat between those three. You feel even more insane for thinking that way towards such an innocent act.

Whatever. You thought, turning over so that your back faces them, your eyes closing and finally welcoming the initial wave of sleepiness that was influencing you before their arrival.

You wake up to the feels of physical contact, lots of physical contact. Blinking away the blurriness from your eyesight to meet Felix's arm draped over your stomach, he is fast asleep, lightly snoring. Minho is on your other side, lazily scrolling on his phone. And Hyunjin on the edge of the bed, eating the strawberries he had bought earlier. You couldn't believe they were still here, the sun had already set down outside.

Your squirming brings the attention of those awake as Hyunjin lets out an ‘Oh’.

“You're awake,” He says, turning over to look at you, propping himself up on one elbow. The sight of you waking up next to his other members feels weird, almost welcoming. A feeling he couldn't shake off from your first few interactions together. He's sure they also feel the same, with the way Minho brings a hand to your face to brush away the messy hair from your frame— with how comfortably Felix cuddles into you to sleep like that.

With the action near your face, you realize how scruffy you must look right now. You shake Felix softly, trying to wake him up. He stirs, a frown adorning his once peaceful features. “Need a shower,” you tell him. Yourself, or maybe them? You don't know anymore, only scouting away from their embrace, walking over to the bathroom and locking the door. They watch you the entire time, eyes not leaving you once since you woke up.

Finally alone. It feels like the first breath of fresh air you've had since awhile, ironic considering you were leaning against the bathroom door right now. Your body does miss their touch, their lingering graze, their body warmth— No. Impossible. You were just lonely lately, having been separated from the other girls you were trained to debut with. Therefore welcoming any sort of camaraderie. Nothing less, nothing more.

With a heavy sigh, you undress. Pulling your shirt over your shoulders as it meets the ground, the rest following suit.

The water is cold at first, exactly what you need to bring you back off your delusional cloud, choosing not to go more in depth about how close they are getting within your bubble.

You hear it at first. Well you think you do? It's weird. As if people were kissing, loudly, whining. The walls aren't that thick despite the expensive quality of the dorm. You mistake it for the sound of water running for a few minutes, but then it becomes apparent as you hear a low pitched sound. It's muffled quickly, as if the person had a hand clamped down their mouth. You pause, halfway through washing your body, trying your best to focus on what was happening outside.

It halts briefly. Then you hear it again, lips smacking echoing through the walls. Slowly, you step out of the water, silently walking to the doorframe. You feel guilty for it, but this is your room where it is happening. Pressing your ear to the door, you listen. Mouth drying at the possible situation happening outside. Are you finally losing it? It can't be… you're sure you heard something.

Your soul almost jumps out of your body when you hear a ringtone, knocking your head against the wooden frame in the process of getting startled. “Shit,” you curse, rubbing your forehead. The ringtone stops, signaling that the call had been declined on the other side. All noise is canceled when you suddenly hear a knock on the other side of the door.

A throat clearing. “Yn, did you fall down?” someone asks, probably Hyunjin judging from the voice.

You cringe. The idea of being caught eavesdropping makes your heart drop. “It's just my shampoo bottle, no worries,” you reply, your excuse is too obvious but you couldn't care less to save face right now when it's your right to know what is going down in your bedroom.

A moment of silence. Immediately bringing you to care, worry creeping into your throat when he speaks again. “I see. Minho-hyung and I will be going now, just wanted to let you know. Bye,” the way he's speaking only confuses you furthermore. It was awkward, as if he was the one who was caught doing something inappropriate. The lack of comment from Minho also speaks volume. You assume that the phone ringing was probably Han or Changbin calling their roommate back. You run a hand over your face. Just what was going on back there?

It takes you several minutes to leave the bathroom, aiming to recollect your spiraling thoughts and failing miserably at doing so. Felix is still lying against the frame of your bed by the time you come out, a towel draped around your wet hair. He has his phone in hand until you come closer. He hit you with that smile. A smile so naive that is sweet enough to almost make you forget what you heard.

You stand there for some moment, subtly analyzing for any strange behavior with the pretense of drying your hair with your towel before getting on the bed.

His clothes are kept in a way that seems ruffled and hurriedly put back in place during those minutes you took in the bathroom. His cheeks lightly tinted and his hair messy. You could mistake it for the nap earlier, but he looks way different, way too flustered to be from grogginess.

If he notices your skepticism, he ignores it.

Honestly, he hopes you aren't aware of anything, and yet, at the same time— he hopes that you would bring it up. He wants you to, he's dying for you to.

“Who called earlier?” you ask, getting on the mattress, feeling it sink slightly from the pressure.

He takes a second, “You heard.”

You heard. Of course you did. It wasn't a question, rather a realization that holds a deeper meaning. One that is at the tip of your tongue, but you just can't fully grasp it yet.

“It was Binnie, he was asking when Hyunjin would be coming back. Min-hyung went with him since they took the same car,” he explained. You nod, setting yourself down fully.

“That's all?”

He blinks at your question. A quiet ‘Huh–?’ leaving his mouth.

“Nothing else happened…?” You clarify what you meant. He shakes his head, but the way his ears redden at your ponder doesn't escape your attention. You hum in response, not knowing how to continue this as you feel your own heartbeat quicken at the possibilities of his reaction. Is it dirty to think about it? Is it dirty to want to feel included? You know that deep inside, that's one of the main reasons for your curiosity. You couldn't care less about what they did behind closed doors. But with how they've been treating you lately, you can't help the fire that's been ignited inside of you. No matter how much you deny it.

His eyes meet yours, the brown of them reflecting against the light of your lampshade. His lashes flutter, looking at you lying down from the angle. Despite just taking a shower, you can feel your body flame up, as if the temperature were rising. Your skin prickles at the intensity of the air around you, feeling suffocated by the proximity of him.

“Yn,” your name leaves his mouth, voice octaves below from the airy one he usually addresses you with. The shift is immediate with how he leans down, putting his phone on your drawer and giving you his full attention.

You prop yourself up, either to prepare to push away, or to pull him closer in case it happens.

His hands reach your face, cradling you in the kindest way, as if he was cherishing your expression. All of this felt overwhelming, having someone look at you like that. You can't get enough, you wish he would just close the distance already.

It's as if he reads your mind, his thumb brushing against your lower lip for a second before he pulls you in. The way his lips brush against yours is tender, soft– testing the waters. Your arms wrap around his neck, urging him even closer, wanting to deepen the kiss. He gasps when your hand runs through his hair, nails itching against his scalp. Both of you melt into each other. Taking the opportunity of his opened mouth, you push your tongue inside, a fleeting taste of something sweet-and-sour lingering in his mouth.

The flashing image of the strawberries Hyunjin was eating earlier courses through your mind, alas your thoughts are quickly interrupted by his ever-moving hands. They stop by the hem of your shirt, trailing over it before opting under was a better option. He moans into your mouth at the feels of your warm skin, running his fingertips shamelessly over your stomach.

You're pushed against the headboard with how he was moving, almost desperate for your every touch— stuck between a hard place and a rock. The rock being his hardening bulge pressing against your thigh.

“Hmhm,” you mutter against his open mouth, “Lix, slow down—” you ask, trying to catch a breath. He doesn't hear you at first, lost in the moment until you have to pull him back by the grip on his hair. It's not hard, just enough to give you some space.

He looks at you, like really looks at you. His pupils are blown out, heavy pants and cheeks dusty with pink. “Sorry. sorry. Sorry. Didn't mean to, my bad.” He apologizes in a mantra, big doe eyes gazing up at you, almost begging for you to give in already. That the distance was killing him. “I need you, please?”

You can't deny your own needs, core pulsating in coordination with your palpitating heart. “Is this okay—?” you ask, this is messy. It'd be messy to have sex with your band mate, proving every allegation that was put on you the moment your arrival was announced. You worry, having every right to. And he understands, he can feel how hesitant you are with your decisions right now. But he also feels this intense attraction towards you that he just can't get his fingers on.

He takes in a shaky breath, trying to gain composure. To reassure you. He presses his forehead against yours, your stomach fluttering at how romantic his stare is. It's dark, and yet filled with a hint of adoration. “It's not just you. I'll be there, if anything happens.” His hands snake down either of your arms till they reach your own. His fingers intertwine with yours, giving you a comforting squeeze. “They won't have to know. If it gets out, I'll take the blame. It's okay, it'll be okay. Don't deny it, you feel it too. Right? Yn?” His questions and words fill your brain, his tone making you dizzy with feelings that are now starting to rise.

You breathe in, deeply. Closing your eyes, nodding. “Okay. Yes, you're right. I trust you.” You reply, and that's all the confirmation he needs before pressing his lips to your neck. Trailing soft kisses turn messy the further down he goes, his fingers caressing you underneath your shirt, lips pressing against your collarbone; leaving an especially sloppy kiss there.

You whine when his hand reaches the underside of your breast, fondling you through your bra. With how flushed you are, you can practically feel each other's racing heartbeat.

He removes his hands from your shirt, moving them down to grip on your thighs and part them so that he could nestle in properly. His mouth separates from your skin to pamper kisses all over your jawline till he reaches the side of your lips. His knee finds security in between your legs, pressing against your aching core and providing you some tempting friction.

You moan and he immediately swallows it by claiming your mouth once again, pinching his brows when he feels the warmth of you down there. His head spirals with the idea of how wet you are right now. Your hands move to his sides, grip tightening around his shirt, “Take it off,” you ask into his mouth and he compels immediately, pulling back briefly to throw his shirt off. You don't even have time to take him in before yours also leaves you, acting as if he would combust if didn't feel you skin-to-skin right now.

It's not long before his attention deviates to your breast, his finger hooking around the fabric of your bra to pull it down– letting your breasts spill free from its confinements. He whimpers at the sight of you, too good to be true. It's almost funny how needy he was being, but the situation had you too dizzy to make any comment. Not like you were complaining, particularly when his tongue grazes your hardened nipple, suckling on it like a starved man. You wince when he bites down, not rough but hard enough to have you clenching around nothing. He could feel it, you throbbing all over his knee. His hand took your other breast, fondling it and pinching your nipple in between his fingers.

“Perfect, so’ perfect,” he comments while pulling on you with his mouth, releasing your nipple with a ‘pop’. The wet saliva meets the crisp air, making you squirm.

Before you know it, your back hits the mattress with a faint thud. He takes a pillow, snugging it behind your head. Even now being considerate for your comfort. He giggles at your dumbfounded expression at how fast he just handled you, giving you a coy smile and moving down, pressing featherlight kisses all over your exposed skin till he reaches the waistband of your shorts.

His eyes meet yours, seeking validation first. When you don't show any resistance, his fingers hook on the waistband, pulling it down and setting you free from it. The sight is clear, the damp spot on the fabric of your panties standing out. He curses under his breath, feeling his dick throb within the confinement of his pants. It is painful, but all he can think of is you, you and you. The thought of you turning his brain into mush.

He nestles himself in between your thighs, bulge pressing against the mattress, arms wrapped around your thighs, holding you down. You almost feel shy under his stare, tilting your head to look at the ceiling instead.

“No, no. Love, look at me,” he asks you. No, begs you to. What he has been doing for the past minutes. The nickname makes your heart flutter, reluctantly moving your vision back to him when he takes a whiff of your smell, closing his eyes at the scent. You groan his name at that, heat creeping up your neck when he laps a long stroke over your already wet panties, moaning at the taste of you.

He's devouring you over the fabric, not bothering to push it aside yet, tongue probing against your hole, his arm leaves your thigh, snaking down; pressing his thumb against your clit. You squeal, feeling it despite the barrier.

Finally, at your silent pleas, he pulls the fabric to the side, mesmerized by you once again. “Felix, stop doing that.” you complain, embarrassment embracing your tone. Your stomach churning at the way he innocently blinks up at you.

“Doing what?” He asks, looking at you like a sick puppy.

Your lips quiver, trying to find the right words without cringing out. “That…” you trail off, subtly biting into your lower lip.

“That?” He repeats, teasing. It makes you want to swallow the whole world, including yourself into some sort of black hole and never crawl back out.

“That staring stuff you're doing. I can't,” you reply in a hand motion, timidity filling your voice. Ever since you started, he keeps staring at you with lovesick eyes, and it's making you act up. You can't tell what it is about it, it's like a drug. You're addicted.

He laughs, light despite the situation. “You can't?” He asks, pondering with a smile. “I can't either. You're so pretty, how can I not stare?”

There's genuineness in his answer, you can tell. That's why it's got you throbbing, the need for him increasing with each word. You twitch when his mouth makes contact with your pussy, raw. Hips bucking into his mouth while trying to hold eye contact. Quiet moans leaving you from how he is lapping at your mess, the wetness mixing with his saliva, running down his chin. He couldn't care less. Only caring about how cute you sound, and how good you taste.

You let out a particularly loud whine when he encloses his lips around your clit, giving you a harsh suck before easing it with his tongue. His hand moving down your cunt, using his fingers to spread your folds apart, giving him proper access as he trails his wet muscle down to your hole. Tip of his tongue teasing you. Your reactions make him indulge in, deciding not to torture you much, caving in where you've been desiring him to.

Your back arches off the mattress. Him providing you dual simulation with his thumb circling your clit and tongue fucking you. Pushing you over the edge, your hand drawing to his hair, holding him where you need him the most. He moans in response, the sensation of you pulling his hair going straight to his cock. The vibration of his moans onto him is what brings you to the edge, heels digging into the sheets and the coil in your stomach letting go.

He drinks you in, not wasting any drops. So good. So sweet. Just like the rest of you.

He lifts himself back up, meeting your heaving figure. Capturing your pants with his mouth, tasting yourself on him. He had separated from your lips just for a moment, but he kisses you like he had already missed it desperately. You palm his erection through his pants, earning a groan from him.

His hand moves to your wrist, pulling your touch away from his groin. Instead, wrapping your legs around his hips, pushing onto your bare cunt with his boner. The slow humping, sloppily kissing you, gently suckling on your tongue with his lips before pulling away. Drool coating both of your lips, and string running down his chin.

He's breathing heavily, looking at you as if he is still deciding how to have you. He wants to do everything. Anything. “Need you,” he says, “So bad, I'm losing it.” He holds onto your waist, lifting you up and turning you around so that he is the one sitting and you on his lap. The position has you right above where he desires you the most.

You shift on his lap, helping him free his cock from his pants. Now your turn to moan, he really is pretty everywhere.

He doesn't bother to pull his pants all the way down, cannot wait anymore. His grip on your hips giving you motion, cunt rubbing against his hard on, his tip catching your clit deliciously, both of you sharing a whimper.

“Lix, put it in. Don't tease,” you beg, your pussy clenching for him. A shiver runs through him at your plea, the wires in his brain entangling. You heave your hips up, giving him space to align himself.

“oh. Oh.” Felix moans at the feels of your warmth engulfing him, the tightness bringing small tears to his eyes. “So good. Shiiit,” he curses, trying to regain composure and failing to do so. He leans his forehead against your shoulder, panting at a pace to prevent himself from cumming right away.

The burn is delish, stretching you out real good, still sensitive from earlier. Your nails dig into his back as he bottoms out, sure to leave marks the stylist will curse at him for later on. He gives you (himself) a few seconds to adjust before urging you to move. Slowly. Hips grinding down on him, being so full of him.

You start to move on your own, motions that have him seeing blurry. He hugs you close, your tits fully pressed against his chest. His teeth nibbling on the sensitive skin on your neck, kissing down to muffle his noises.

It feels like it is just you, the rest of the world deafening as you get lost in the sensation. His hips thrusting up to meet your bounces, picking up an erratic and needy pace, the dirty sound of it echoing in the room.

His arms are fully envelop around you. Your legs tire out, with your peak approaching, it becomes harder to pick up. He gets it. Sitting up, he pulls out. You can only complain about the emptiness before he has you laying down, thrusting in once again. His elbows propping himself up for leverage, his pace faster than before, messy. He was chasing after it. Yours and himself.

Whines fall out of his mouth, getting louder every second to the point of having to hush him down with a kiss. He's hitting the right spot, you gripping him like a vice from how good it felt. Squirming in place if it wasn't for his body pressing you down. You're on the tip of it, you feel it to your bones. Trying your best to warn him.

“I know— I know baby,” he says, voice cracking. “Me too,” with that, grinding his hips against yours into fast shallow thrusts, his pelvis providing the right simulation on your aching clit. Your back arching into him, eyes tightly shut, seeing white as you come down. Gushing around, and sucking him in.

A pathetic high pitched sound leaves him, having to pull out before he does something he shouldn't. Stroking himself a few times before releasing all over your stomach. The sight of his cum running down to your cunt, the mess he created of you.

You exhale, a big one. The tension of the situation dissipates. Fingers threading through his hair as he rests his face on your chest, trying to catch his breath. A few kisses all over you then to your face, closing his eyes, embracing you.

You don't know whether to feel relieved or worried about your choices of actions. At the moment, it was just you and him. Not about the expectations or career you're expecting to build from this.

“Please don't regret this,” he says, the words speaking volumes next to your thoughts. “I told you, I'll take the blame if anything happens.” He doesn't give you any opportunity to protest or deny him, planting a kiss on your forehead. It's as light as his reassurance, although you can't help but embrace it for the time being.

MINHO (boyfriend)

HYUNJIN (friends with benefits)

FELIX (friends)

His hair was unkempt and dark circles shadowed his eyes - he has done nothing but mourn your absence from his life.

Minho side-eyed him while poking furiously at his chicken.

“Alright, broody. That's enough. Both of you, stop. This isn't doing us any good!” he snapped, and Hyunjin hopped off the window sill, glaring at Minho. 

“You think I’m sulking? She’s getting married - to some random asshole who doesn’t deserve to breathe the same air as her - and you’re over there making soup!”

“It’s a stir-fry,” Minho deadpanned. 

“She’s probably crying herself to sleep, and you’re stir-frying?” Hyunjin hissed. “We should be doing something! Not standing around like idiots while Yeonjun gets to -”

Felix burst into fresh sobs at the name.

“Don’t say his name! Please!” He said, hiccupping through the tears. “He doesn’t deserve her. He doesn't…What if she's moved on? What if -”

Hyunjin whirled around, facing Felix, taking two steps towards him. 

“Don’t you dare.” His voice was low and he sounded so furious, Felix looked terrified. “Don’t you dare question how she feels. She loves us. She’s just… stuck. You know that.”

Minho groaned, tossing his spatula onto the counter.

“Okay, this won't do. Hyunjin, stop scaring him. And Felix, you know her better than anyone.” He said, glaring at both of them. “We’re not sitting around and crying anymore.”

“We’re going to…going to stop the wedding, then?” Hyunjin asked, his eyes moving from Minho to Felix.

Felix sat up straight, brownie crumbs falling down his sweater.

“Ok, so we find out where she’s being kept, get her out of there, and make sure her parents know they can’t control her anymore.” Minho offered, and Felix just looked at Minho and Hyunjin with wide eyes, his mouth falling open. 

“Alright, but we need to be smart about this. Her parents are probably watching her like hawks.” Hyunjin added. 

“Let's do it then.” Felix said, finally putting the plate away and brushing the crumbs off him. 

The car was parked a safe distance from your family manor. Everything was so silent, but the tension inside felt like a blaring alarm.

Hyunjin sat in the driver’s seat, staring at the security guards patrolling your front yard. Felix was watching from the back, and he already looked so discouraged, it was sad. Minho, on the other hand, looked like he was about to start breathing fire.

“This is ridiculous,” Minho spat. “What do they think she’s going to do? Tunnel out of the house with a spoon?”

“M-Maybe they think we’re going to rescue her…” Felix hiccupped, his red-rimmed eyes peeking out from under his sleeve.

Hyunjin gripped the steering wheel so hard, his knuckles turned white.

“We can’t even get close to her,” Felix choked out. “She’s right there, and we can’t do anything! What if she thinks -”

“She’s not going to think anything,” Hyunjin said softly, but there was a shadow of doubt in his voice.

He looked back at the house, the corners of his mouth tightening. Minho, however, wasn’t having any of it. He slammed his fist against the dashboard, startling both of them.

“No. No way. We’re not giving up. If we can’t get her out now, we’ll do it when it matters most.”

“What do you mean?” Felix blinked at him, sniffling. 

“The wedding. If they want to lock her up until she says ‘I do,’ fine. Let them think they’ve won. But when she’s at that venue? She’s ours.” Minho said, his jaw clenching. 

“You’re saying we crash the wedding?” Hyunjin raised an eyebrow, completely invested in this plan. 

“No,” Minho said, a devilish smirk forming on his lips. “We steal the bride. We’ll take her someplace where she can actually be happy.”

---

Back at their apartment, the boys huddled around the coffee table, a hand drawn map of the wedding venue (courtesy Hyunjin) spread out in front of them. Minho was pointing at various parts of the map with a chopstick like a general planning a siege.

“Felix,” Minho began. “Your job is the most important. You’re going to sneak into her dressing room and get her out. I hope you're good at climbing because -”

“I’ll climb whatever you need me to climb!” Felix interrupted, looking determined.

Minho gave him a half-smile.

“Well, you'd climb in through her window for now,” he said. “While you’re doing that, I’ll create a distraction to draw security away from her side of the venue. Fire alarms, and maybe some smoke bombs -”

“Smoke bombs?” Hyunjin cut in, looking suspicious. 

“Don’t ask questions you don’t want answers to,” Minho shot back, smirking. “Anyway, while we’re at it, Hyunjin will have the car ready and waiting.”

“I can handle that.” Hyunjin said, arms crossed and leaning back. “But what about after we get her out? They’ll chase us.” 

“Let them,” Minho said. “She's an adult. She can easily make a police complaint about being kept locked in, and maybe get a restraining order or something.”

Felix bounced in his seat, as he said, “This is gonna work. I know it will! She’ll see us, and she’ll know we’re there for her.”

Hyunjin gave a small smile and said, “She’ll know.”

It was the day of your wedding, and you were sitting in the dressing room, suffocating in the layers of white silk and lace - waiting for your death sentence. The pressure in your chest grew with every passing second. This was so wrong. This whole thing was. 

You stood in front of the mirror, staring at your reflection with terror. The dress was stunning, yes. But it didn’t feel like it belonged to you. Not when you had no say in it. 

Memories of last night surfaced and you felt extremely nauseated. You'd begged Yeonjun to reconsider this insanity. You’d pleaded with him, told him how you didn't want this.

But his response had been one that you'd never forget. 

He'd sneered at you and grabbed your chin so harshly as he said, “You’ll learn to be grateful for this. I’m going to teach you your place. And when I'm done, no one's gonna want you again. Especially those losers you call your friends.”

You felt your stomach churn. You weren’t afraid of him - no, not really - but you couldn’t deny the power he held over you. 

The power your own parents had bestowed upon him. Because they thought it was ok for him to threaten you into submission. 

And that terrified you.

More than anything, the thought that you'd never see Felix, Minho or Hyunjin ever again - that crushed you. There wasn't a night that you didn't cry over how much you missed them. They meant the world to you.

You walked towards the giant window, gazing out while considering climbing out. You wondered if that was actually feasible when suddenly, a face appeared just in front of you.

A very familiar, and very attractive, face.

“Felix?” you gasped, your heart leaping into your throat as you quickly grabbed his arm helping him through the open window.

He was dressed in a white suit that made him look like the literal definition of an angel sent to save you. His eyes were wide, and he looked like he was ready to weep.

“Oh my god, baby…” Felix whispered, and you barely had time to process this before he was pulling you into an hug.

The sob that escaped you was strangled and pained. You wrapped your arms around him, clutching him like he would disappear any minute.

You weren't even sure if you were hallucinating from hunger and exhaustion or if he was actually here. What helped was his scent - he smelled like vanilla and something spicy. And more than anything, he felt like home.

“Oh my god, Lixie, what are you doing here?” you asked breathlessly, tears streaming down your face.

“I’m here to take you home, of course,” he said softly, cupping your cheeks and brushing his lips against your forehead before moving to kiss you full on the lips - deep and slow. This was your first time kissing him, honestly, it sent shivers down your spine. You could feel his heart racing against yours, and his hands slipped down to your waist, holding you tight against him.

Felix was here. And he was taking you away.

He pulled back, his eyes taking in your wedding dress and a soft smile grazed his face as he said, “You’re so beautiful,”

You could see the lust burning in his eyes, a hunger that he was trying so hard to suppress. But there was no time to indulge in it now.

“Come on,” Felix whispered, taking your hand gently and guiding you toward the door. When he opened it, you gasped loudly, because you saw Minho stalking towards you and Felix with a smug grin on his face. 

“Minho!” you said, as your heart pounding in your chest. He was so damn sexy in his suit, his expression a perfect mix of arrogance and affection.

He didn’t even give you a chance to react before he was pulling you into his arms, wrapping his arms tightly around you.

“You're not getting married today, sweetheart,” he whispered, his lips brushing against your ear.

You blinked at him as you tried to take this all in. You were sure your life was over till about five minutes ago. You were scared to even hope, because at this moment, you had a lot of it flowing through you. 

You glanced around, looking for Hyunjin. But you don't have time to ask where he was, because at the exact moment a shrill sound fills the area.

A fire alarm. The wail echoed down the hall, and you could hear a soft hiss of smoke drifting from somewhere in the building. There were people running towards the source of the sound and the smoke filling the area.

“Minho…” you said, your voice almost incredulous, “Did you set off the fire alarm?”

“Would you prefer I hadn’t?” Minho teased, and Felix chuckled softly behind you.

You didn’t have time to process what was happening before Minho was pulling you in for a kiss of his own. And the look he gave you promised you something safe and beautiful you couldn't have dared to dream of until a few minutes ago. 

“We're taking you away from all this,” Minho said, breaking the kiss. “You belong with us.”

As if on cue, you heard the door swing open from the other side, and Yeonjun’s voice cut through the air like a knife.

“What the hell is going on?!” he bellowed, his face twisting in rage. “Where is Y/N?!”

The three of you ran. It was an absolute pain to run in that damn dress (which you thought was why Yeonjun wanted you to wear it in the first place - so you can't run away from him). And those heels - you kicked them off and Felix quickly lifts the front part of your dress a bit so you weren't tripping on it. 

And you ran.

Minho pushed open the door and you could hear Yeonjun’s loud voice even through the fire alarm. And the three of you raced down the steps, and there. 

Leaning against a sleek black car was Hyunjin.

Your heart skipped a beat. He looked even more stunning than usual in his suit. But it wasn’t just his looks that made you shiver - no. 

It was the way he stepped forward, grabbing you by the hand and pulling you into his chest. And again, he stole your breath away (like he always did) by kissing you. 

Hyunjin kissed you right in front of Yeonjun, and the kiss was rough and desperate, like he’d been waiting for this moment forever.

Yeonjun stood frozen for a moment, as the wedding guests and your family surrounded him. Obviously, there wasn't much he could do anymore. His perfect reputation was at risk here.

Hyunjin pulled back, his hand still gripping your waist as he gave Yeonjun a cold glare. And then taking your hand in his, he slipped your engagement ring off your finger, and tossed it towards Yeonjun, who looked like a volcano ready to explode. 

“Not today, you loser,” Hyunjin said with a smirk, watching as the ring tumbled through the air and landed at Yeonjun’s feet with a soft clink. “Not my girl.”

You were frozen, your heart racing as Minho and Felix joined you and Hyunjin, keeping you well shielded from your parents’ glare. But no one said anything.

Not a word.

Felix squeezed your hand, and Minho patted your shoulder as he watched you gaze at your parents who didn't look apologetic at all. Hyunjin pressed a soft kiss on your temple before leading you toward the car. 

And as Hyunjin opened the car door and grinned at you, you knew. It wasn’t just the end of a wedding - it was the beginning of your life, your new life, with your three beautiful boys. It was complicated, yes. But one thing you knew for sure was that they'd never let you shed a tear again.

And hell, you couldn't wait for whatever this was because you were finally with your boys. 

Divider - @saradika-graphics

But it doesn’t really help when there’s a circle of people dancing while waiting outside the stadium for the Stray Kids concert to start. You had never realized how supportive other Stays could be of each other and, although you were uncomfortable around a bunch of strangers with no one accompanying you, the others really welcomed you with open arms.

You were surprised with the amount of Stays that had learned the choreography of their idol’s songs and impressed by the quality of it. You were somewhat shy to admit it, but you weren’t a stranger to some of the dances yourself. In fact, there were a number of songs that you were pretty confident you had down to a T.

You couldn’t help it that Stray Kids songs made you want to move your body subconsciously. “Why don’t you get out there? You definitely seem like you want to dance!” You were startled by the guy next to you whom you had befriended while watching everyone. Apparently, you had been slightly dancing to the songs you knew the choreography to and a massive blush spread across your cheeks.

“Oh no no no. I could never…” You chuckled shyly and the guy smirked at you.

“You know that no one is going to judge you here? And if they do, then fuck them anyway.” You looked down and fidgeted with your fingers. You felt a warm hand gently pat your shoulder. “And you know that I will definitely cheer you on!”

You smiled up at him and then fear crossed your face when someone requested ‘Taste’. Fuck. He smiled brightly at you and nudged you to the center of the circle.

“You got this! Fighting!” 

You kept your head down the whole way to stand with a few others that were eager to dance and you tried to focus just on the music as the opening notes rang out.

You had only learned the choreography of all of the songs you memorized of your ultimate bias. Lee Know.

You could never match the amount of precision and finesse that it took to do his part, but it wouldn’t be much easier learning the other’s parts either. Felix with his powerful moves and flexibility that have jaws dropping. Hyunjin with his intensity and how he flows like water in between moves. It was hopeless no matter what, but you always tried your best.

Your nerves were whisked away into the wind once Lee Know’s part started and you trusted your body to move on its own. It seemed like it took you forever to figure out how to look sexy enough to do those moves while you were learning. You didn’t really feel sexy, but now you knew your body well enough to trust it to move how you wanted it to.

The song whisked you away and you didn’t even think twice about all the eyes watching you and the few other Stays that moved in sync along with you. When the song ended and you were gasping for air with sweat dripping down your neck, you heard a loud applause and you crashed back down to reality. 

Your face was blazing red as you shakily bowed your head and you sprinted back to your newfound friend. “Holy shit that was amazing! Why in the world would you want to hold that back?!” He shouted over the masses of cheers.

You just looked down and covered your face, proud that people liked your performance, but embarrassed that people saw you doing something so provocative. “I… I guess I just don't like being watched…” You meekly smiled up at him and he smiled back.

“Well I hate to break it to you, but you’re too pretty for people not to watch.” He cocked a smirk at you and you blushed with a smile as you turned your attention back to the festivities.

- - - - - - - - - -

By the end of the concert, you were sweaty, tired, and out of breath, but you never wanted it to end.

You had managed to grab a ticket right next to the stage and it was so fucking surreal to see your idols so close. You felt like you were hallucinating any time they made eye contact with you and you were sure you had the most idiotic expression of ‘starstruck fangirl’ planted on your face.

The most eye contact, though, was made by the bright smile of Lee Felix. It legitimately felt like you were being basked in sunlight any time he looked at you and you had to keep reminding yourself to keep it together, woman. You weren’t as loud or as attention-hungry as the Stays around you so you had not a single goddamned clue why his eyes kept drifting back to yours.

When they showed a surprise performance of ‘Taste’ you were done for.

Every two seconds, one of the three dancers would make eye contact with you during the set. You basked in the warmth that was Felix’s wide-eyed gaze, felt your body set ablaze when Hyunjin looked at you with the constant sex eyes he donned while performing, and then you were absolutely chilled to the bone when Lee Know looked down at you like a predator analyzing you.

Needless to say, you were concerned for your health.

During the final ment, your eyes were glued to the astounding god-like beauty of Lee Know and his piercing stare seemed to seek out your own gaze as well. Your body was hot all over and when he looked at you, you had the involuntary reaction to look away. It was as if your body was trying to preserve itself by forcing away the eye contact that made your heart beat out of your chest.

You were surely just imagining things. Seeing what your brain wanted you to see. It would all be over soon anyway and it wouldn’t matter anymore.

Except it did matter.

The concert had ended and you really didn’t want to fight all of the Stays that were filing out of the stadium and then lose your mind with the resulting traffic, so you took it slow and hung back. You sat back down in your seat and decided to scroll through your phone as the masses died down and you were surprised that people had already posted photos and videos of that night.

You smiled at the funny and amazing moments that Stay had captured and you even saw some videos of the activities before the show. As you were scrolling, your thumb froze as you came across a video with ‘Taste’ chiming in the background.

No.

Oh no.

Fuckfuckfuck. There you were. Your vulnerability on full display for the world to see.

NO!

You just sat there with your mouth opening and closing like a damned fish and you practically jumped out of your skin when you heard someone clear their throat in front of you, your phone clattering to the ground as you looked up at the huge, buff, and tall security guard. You must have lost track of time on your phone because when you looked around, the stadium was practically empty.

“O-oh god! I’m so sorry!” You quickly stood up after picking up your phone and collected your things. “I’ll leave right away! Sorry!” You were about to make a move to leave but he stopped you with a gentle hand on your shoulder.

You turned around and probably looked like a frightened bunny as you looked up at the man. However, the warm smile he offered immediately eased your worries. “Actually, ma’am. My name is Tyrone. I’m sorry, but I’m going to have to ask you to come with me.”

All traces of color drained from your face in dread of what you could have possibly done. Had you bumped into the wrong person? Were you too scantily dressed? Were you deemed a threat because you stayed too long? “W-w-wha–?!”

“It will be explained soon, I assure you.” His smile was still warm when he cut off your potential of flurrying questions and he stepped to your side with a gentle touch to your upper back to urge you forward to follow him. For a man that looks like he could kill you in his sleep, he sure is gentle.

You followed him through corridor after corridor and your anxiety only swelled further the longer it took and the deeper you ventured into the bowels of the venue. Just as you were about to question exactly where he was taking you, he stopped in front of a non-descript door. Your curiosity started overtaking your fear as he knocked a couple of times and then slowly opened the door, stepping inside and holding it open for you. You briefly gave him a perplexed look and then stepped inside.

It was just an average lounge room. Completely void of any sign of life and you turned around to see the man still standing at the open door. “Um, can I ask what I did, sir?”

For some reason, he nervously chuckled and it threw you for a loop. “Uhh, heh, well to be honest, I don’t really know. I was just told by the higher-ups to bring you here so they could talk to you. I’m not sure what it’s about, I just do what I’m told. Sorry, little lady.” He shrugged and your shoulders fell in defeat. He pointed to the hallway as he put his hand on the doorknob. “I’ll be right outside if you need me, okay? Make yourself comfortable and someone should be with you soon.”

You shyly nodded your head and he flashed that same warm smile before he turned to go back out.

However, right before he exited, he turned his head back. “Oh yeah! I was supposed to ask what year you were born!” Why the fuck did he need to know that? You looked perplexed but you answered nonetheless. He quickly thanked you as he exited and shut the door behind him. How the fuck were you supposed to make yourself comfortable when you were just basically kidnapped?! I mean, you obviously didn’t feel threatened, but that didn’t mean your anxiety wasn’t skyrocketing!

It felt like you were waiting for ages, pacing back and forth across the windowless room as you kept staring at the door.

After about thirty minutes, you heard a tiny knock at the door and you froze in your overly-frantic tracks. You waited a second and then the door hesitantly opened as a blonde-haired head popped in from around the door.

Oh my god. 

OH MY GOD NO FUCKING WAY.

You couldn’t breathe. You couldn’t blink. You couldn’t even conjure a single coherent thought in your head as LEE FUCKING FELIX just waltzed into the room like your whole fucking world didn’t just change at the sight of him.

The door quietly shut behind him as he walked toward you with a blinding smile. “Hi there! I’m Felix!” DID HE JUST FUCKING INTRODUCE HIMSELF?!?! OF COURSE HE IS FELIX!!! THERE’S NOT A SINGLE GODDAMNED SOUL WHO DOESN’T KNOW WHO HE IS!!! HOW DOES AN AUSTRALIAN ACCENT SOUND EVEN MORE BEAUTIFUL WHEN IT’S COMING FROM HIS MOUTH?!?!

He stood there with his hand outstretched for a handshake and your face was surely still in shock as you blindly reached out for it while you were memorizing every little feature on his angelic face. You were broken out of your trance once his skin touched yours and you looked down at where his hand gently held your own.

He squeezed it gently and you involuntarily let out a shaky chuckle. “Hm?” You looked up to see him tilting his head in question. Whether it was wondering your name or why you giggled, you didn’t know, but you decided to answer the latter first.

You chuckled again. “I… I’m sorry. I guess it’s just funny that you introduced yourself…” His face softened from his puzzled expression and he chuckled softly as well.

“Heh, I guess you’re right. I guess you already know my name, huh?” You giggled and nodded your head. He squeezed your hand once more but still didn’t make any move to release it. “However, I haven’t had the pleasure of getting your name…”

You quickly shook yourself out of your mystified trance and your eyes widened. “Oh! Oh my god, I’m being so rude, I’m sorry!” You frantically introduced yourself and squeezed his hand back, shaking it and bowing your head in greeting.

He chuckled at your panicking and placed his other hand on top of the one already in his grasp, you shut up real quick as you looked at his blinding smile that emitted a beautiful, melodic laugh. “You’re not being rude at all! That is a very beautiful name. It is a pleasure to meet you.”

You nervously chuckled and looked at his hands that encapsulated your own. “I-it’s nice to meet you too…” You shyly smiled and blushed, unable to make eye contact as you bore your eyes into his adorable hands. He surely must be feeling your sweaty palm, why isn’t he pulling away?

“You must be wondering why you’re here, am I right, noona? I can call you noona, yes? You’re a ‘97 girl, right?” Your eyes shot up to meet his own as you tentatively nodded your head. He must have asked Tyrone… He smirked as he finally pulled his hands away. Your hand shot to your clothes to wipe the sweat off your hands and ensure everything looked good. You silently watched as he pulled his phone out of his pocket.

As he did so, you only just then realized that he had changed out of his stage clothes and into a comfy-looking t-shirt and shorts. His hair and makeup were still done up, but he definitely looked at least a little bit more comfortable, and you were grateful for it.

You were knocked out of your trance when Felix held his phone out in front of you. Your stomach dropped out of your ass at the mortifying content on his screen. That same fucking video you saw not even an hour ago was displayed right in front of your humiliated face. “This is you, right?”

Your eyes snapped up to him and your whole face lit on fire as you buried your face into your palms. “Oh god!” You whined pitifully.

You felt a gentle hand on your shoulder and you peered at him through your fingers. “What’s wrong???” He sounded alarmed. “I thought it was amazing!” Your eyes blew wide as your hands slowly dropped from your face.

“Wha-what?” You’re sure you sounded braindead from the disbelief in your tone.

He cocked his eyebrow like it was the most obvious thing in existence. Then his face softened when he deciphered your confusion. “Okay, let me correct that statement. We thought it was amazing.”

“WE?! Who’s we?!” Your shyness was overcome by your bewilderment as you practically yelled the words.

He laughed heartily and, again, you were mesmerized at the sight of him. He looked at you endearingly. “Our dance line of course! Minho-hyung, Hyunjinnie, and I recognize talent when we see it. We were surprised to see you right up front during the concert and it was just plain dumb luck that you happened to still be there when we asked for someone to go look for you.”

OKAY, HOLD THE FUCK UP.

There were so many questions running through your head it almost made you dizzy. First off, how in the world could these trained professionals think you were any type of talented? Next, you realized that you weren’t just imagining things when you caught the three of them looking at you during the concert. And lastly… THEY SPECIFICALLY ASKED SOMEONE TO COME AND TAKE YOU TO MEET THEM?!?!

This was unreal. How were you not dreaming right now? Or passed the fuck out?

He must have sensed your internal mental breakdown because he placed a gentle hand on your shoulder. “I’m sorry that we kind of just forced this on you, but Hyunjin and Minho-hyung would really like to meet you…” 

WHAT THE FUCK?! You made the most unattractive choking noise as you gasped and held your hand to your heart, afraid you were about to have a heart attack.

“But if you are uncomfortable with the whole situation, I can have someone take you ba–”

“NO!” Your hands flew to grab him, but you pulled back before you touched him, instead, putting your hands over your mouth in humiliation of your outburst.

He just laughed heartily and moved to put his other hand on your other shoulder. You were dead. There was no way to survive this. Lee Felix was holding you to face him and you were stunned speechless. “Does that mean you are okay with meeting them?”

You could do nothing but nod your head profusely, almost enough to damage your neck. He kept laughing at you and you couldn’t bring yourself to give two fucks about it. You probably looked pathetic at how much you were panicking…

“Well, then!” He pulled out his phone again and typed out a message, the following *bloop* from his phone indicating he sent a text. “They’re on their way!”

“Oh my gosh…” Your mouth involuntarily let out a sliver of your thoughts and you felt his hands lightly squeeze your shoulders before releasing you.

He offered a meek smile. “They wanted me to come first so you would be more comfortable. I guess I didn’t do a great job, huh?” He rubbed the back of his neck nervously and you waved your hands in front of you in protest.

“No no! You’re doing great! It’s just hard to relax when… well… it’s you! Like, you must know the effect you have on people!” It should be entirely obvious that anyone who would be able to meet them would go certifiably insane.

“Oh? And what effect do I have on you?” He stepped forward slightly with a crooked smile and it was a goddamned miracle you didn’t faint. The way he lowered his voice to negative decibels didn’t help one bit.

Was he…? No. Nope. Nuh uh, you needed to pull your brain out of delulu land RIGHT NOW. It was a simple question, nothing more.

“U-uh… I-I… I…” You couldn’t find the ON switch to your brain and you were panicking again.

And as if it couldn’t get any worse, the two of you turn to the door when you both hear the fidgeting of the doorknob. For some reason, that’s all it was. The knob was twisting and turning and then you and Felix watched as someone slammed into the door and Hyunjin came stumbling in.

He cursed under his breath and then stood up straight with a smile on his face once he saw you. As he came in, Lee Know walked in after him guffawing and pointing at him. He cackled a speedy sentence in Korean and you looked at Felix in confusion.

Felix started laughing too as Hyunjin made a sour face and turned to you. “The door was jammed and he was having a breakdown trying to force it open.” Felix cracked up and Hyunjin punched his arm while angrily murmuring something Korean under his breath.

You felt a tiny bit more at ease as you giggled behind your hand.

However, that was short-lived once the two newly arrived men turned their attention towards you. Your smile morphed into one of trepidation real quick.

Hyunjin and Lee Know bowed their heads in tandem in greeting, and then Hyunjin shook his head, as if coming out of a stupor, and stepped forward to offer his hand. Again, you tentatively grasped his hand and he squeezed it with a light shake, releasing it afterward unlike the life-threatening grasp of Felix.

“Hi! I’m Hyunjin!” Felix snorted out a half chuckle and you looked down with a shy, amused smile as well, knowing he was thinking the same thing you were about the introduction. “What? What did I say?” You shook your head and offered a small smile.

“Nothing! Nothing!” You bit your lip to hold back your grin. “I… I’m honored to meet you…” You bowed your head to him and then looked to Lee Know to do the same.

You instantly regretted your eye contact with the man behind Hyunjin because his gaze was sharp and piercing and you felt like you were just stabbed in the chest. Your expression faltered and all of the blood in your body rushed to your face.

You could have sworn you saw a smirk cross his features, but he quickly offered a tight-lipped smile and waved at you, making no moves to come closer as the other two had. “Hi, I’m Lee Know.”

You offered a shaky smile and waved back. Damn your trembling arm to hell. “H-hi…” You introduced your name to both of them and then looked down to the ground, unable to bring yourself to make eye contact any longer than you had to.

You heard Minho speak and you raised your head only slightly when he said something in Korean that almost sounded like… cooing? You heard the other two chuckle and then you really looked up, once again, looking to Felix for answers.

He smirked and then mischievously eyed Minho. “Hyung thinks you’re cute~” He said in a sing-songy voice.

“YAH!” Minho angrily stepped forward and Felix ran behind you while laughing, holding you in front of him by your arms as your eyes blew wide and your heart started racing. That’s it. You were dead. No other explanation made sense. 

While Hyunjin doubled over, absolutely howling with laughter, Minho just stared at you with an unreadable expression as your face, once again, turned into a tomato. Surely they are fucking with you. There is no way in hell that this adonis of a man thought you were any type of attractive.

Still, with a completely expressionless face, Minho sighed in tiny English. “Dance for us.”

Your jaw must have completely detached and dropped to the ground like a damned cartoon character because the look on his and Hyunjin’s faces was pure amusement.

Felix quickly walked around to stand in front of you again, attempting to do damage control. “What he means to say…” He rolled his eyes at the elder. “-is that we want to see your performance ourselves. Minho-hyung is our dance leader and he was just about insistent to see if you have any other… skills to show us…” He almost seemed nervous asking the question.

Why was he nervous? If anyone should be nervous, it should be you! You frantically shook your head. “Nononono! I couldn’t possibly… I can’t… I’m not… I-I…” You were terrified that they would even think to ask such a thing. “I am nowhere near as amazing as you guys!” Minho huffed and you looked over to see him roll his eyes and mutter something Korean under his breath. You felt your heart shatter at his disappointment.

You instantly stiffened when you felt an arm wrap around your shoulders from your right. And when you looked over, you stopped breathing. Hyunjin’s face was right fucking next to yours and his smile was stupidly attractive as he looked down at you. “Come on! It’ll be fun!” He lightly squeezed you and you wanted to crawl into a hole and die when a tiny squeak escaped your mouth.

You sucked in your lips and you clenched your eyes shut to hide your horrified expression. You expected teasing, laughing, anything, but all you heard was silence. When you opened your eyes again, you were taken off guard to see that they had gotten closer to you and all three had an expression that looked like they would eat you alive.

Minho stepped up right in front of your face and you felt your bones tremble. He gently grasped your hand in his own and looked deep into your eyes. “Please.” How was it that this man could ask such a vulnerable question, and yet make it sound like a command? He had you ensnared in his gorgeous eyes and there was no chance of escaping.

…but honestly, you couldn’t care less.

“O-okay…” You shakily whispered. An evil sneer morphed onto his face at your meek word of relent. 

“Good.” Your eyes widened from the cocky tone in his voice and your eyes followed him as he released your hand and made his way to the door, exiting casually with a friendly nod to Tyrone whom you could see standing just beyond the threshold.

You looked at the tall man still holding you with confusion written on your features. “Why is he leaving?” You almost wanted to cry due to having such a short time with him.

Hyunjin flashed a gorgeous smile, but Felix was the one to speak up and you turned to him. “We can’t do it here, love. We can’t stay in the building all night.” ALL NIGHT?!?! “We’ll sneak you up to hyung’s room so we won’t be bothered.”

You stopped breathing. He called you love. He said all night. He said Minho’s ROOM.

You almost felt sick from the nerves you were feeling. Why, of all people, did they want you to accompany them? And even further, take you back to their room???... “W-wait… you mean his hotel room?!” There was no holding back the disbelief in your voice and Hyunjin chuckled.

When you turned back to look at him, he was even closer to your face (if that was even possible at this point). “You don’t have to if you don’t want to, pretty girl. We just don’t have any other options. We need to make sure we keep you a secret.” He winked and you could tell he was trying to hypnotize you with those damned sex eyes, but you couldn’t even bring yourself to put up a fight. Especially since you could feel him gently caress your arm with the hand he had wrapped around you.

You had to close your eyes and face the floor to collect your thoughts and learn how to speak again. “O-okay… let’s… let’s go…” You exhaled heavily from the amount of air you were holding back and you felt a small hand on your left grasp onto your own.

You heard a gleeful noise from your right. “I’m so excited! Let’s go!” Hyunjin released you and skipped off out the door and down the hall.

Your face must have shown your thoughts because the man holding your hand decided to poke at the worried crease between your eyebrows. “You doing okay in there?” He had an amused smile but you could still see the concern behind his eyes.

Your heart swelled. He really is the world’s best friend, isn’t he? “I’ll be fine. This is all just… a lot.” You nervously chuckled and he squeezed your hand tighter.

“I’m sure it is pretty stressful. If at any point you feel uncomfortable or overwhelmed, just say the word and we can take you home.” You offered a small smile and he returned it. “Okay, well. Let’s get to it. I’m sure they’re already waiting.” And with that, he walked you down the hall, hand in hand, to get ready to head out.

- - - - - - - - - -

You were pretty upset that the rest of the guys had already headed out and you didn’t get the chance to meet them, but you were already blessed beyond compare to even get this far, so you didn’t share your complaints with the three.

They paid for a cab to take you to their hotel and you entered separately from them to hide suspicion and, before you knew it, you were in the hotel elevator with three of the most drop-dead gorgeous creatures you had ever seen.

That was probably the slowest elevator in existence and yet too quick for your liking. You stood on one side, probably looking like a cornered baby gazelle while three hungry lions stood on the other side dissecting you with their eyes. How you would ever be able to get your body to dance for them, you didn’t know.

When the elevator bell dinged to indicate its arrival, you involuntarily jumped out of your skin. Hyunjin and Felix tried to hold back their chuckle, but Minho just cackled and patted your head as he waltzed out of the elevator as if he wasn’t leading you to your demise.

They didn’t even say a word as Minho nonchalantly unlocked the door and the three of you followed him in. You probably looked pathetic. Your arms were tucked in on yourself and your shoulders were tense. You probably looked super tiny in this unnecessarily large room. Unfortunately plenty of room to dance.

Hyunjin and Minho plopped down on the huge couch in the middle of the room and looked at you expectantly as you idiotically stayed frozen in the corridor and Felix closed and locked the door behind you. “Yah.” Minho exclaimed and then motioned to the large space in front of them. It should seem rude, but the look in his eyes didn’t scream malevolent. He just simply didn’t seem to know how to convey what he wanted.

Felix gave him an exasperated look and then turned back to smile at you. “It’s okay, love. We just want to check out your skills firsthand.”  All you could do was nod your head obediently, words completely evading your comprehension, as you set down your small clutch purse and stepped up in front of them.

“Um, do you need to take my phone or anything? I know you guys are probably worried about secrecy and all of that sooo….” 

Felix offered a fond smile. “Are you planning on telling anyone?” Your eyes popped open and you shook your head profusely. “Then we’re all good! We’ve never really done this before, but we trust you, noona. We are pretty good judges of character.”

Why? Why would they trust a completely random Stay? Of course, you want what’s best for them and they haven’t done anything to make you uncomfortable… well… not in an unwelcome way, but you are afraid of what could happen to them if they trusted the wrong person.

Hyunjin smirked as he stood up and walked to the mini-fridge. His eyes scorched you with their intensity as he returned to the couch with a bottle of wine and a couple of the hotel’s cups, tongue peeking out the corner of his lips as he assessed you. “Do you mind if we drink, angel? We just had a long day and we need to take the edge off.”

“N-no, I don’t mind…” You sounded incredibly small and he flashed his cocky open smile before pouring him and the others a cup.

You watched as the three took a sip, your eyes following the bob of Minho’s Adam's apple as he gulped and you found yourself taking a dry swallow too. Once you finally regained the ability to think about anything other than the dangerous thoughts lurking in your head, you looked up and realized he was boring his eyes into you as he calmly sat down the cup across the coffee table, making a gesture from you to the cup.

You had no clue what he wanted from you. Did he want you to fill it up even more for him? “Huh?” You hated to sound dumb, but you were probably already getting there with the way Minho clicked his tongue in frustration and picked the cup back up. He reluctantly stood from the couch, leaving the other two men to sit and watch your movements like a hawk as he stepped around the table and stood only a foot’s length away from your face.

Without looking away from your frightened eyes, he calmly spoke “Do you want some?” Your eyes widened and you about fainted when Minho flashed a crooked smile of amusement and cocked an eyebrow.

“Wha– I–”

“Hyung knows a lot more English than he likes to let on. He just doesn’t want to have to talk.” Hyunjin rolled his eyes while explaining. “It might help you relax? But you don’t have to if you don’t want any.” You looked down at the cup that Minho was holding up in between your bodies and then back up at his eyes.

He tilted his head with a smile that would normally seem innocent but looked almost teasing on his face. Never straying your eyes from his, you gingerly retrieved the cup from his hand and pulled it to your mouth. He didn’t move a muscle as you tilted back with eyes closed and appreciated the smooth, bittersweet beverage from the cup of the man that had just drank from it.

When you finished your sip and opened your eyes, you were beyond flustered to see that he was looking at your mouth. You couldn’t breathe as you licked the remaining wine off of your lips and watched as he moistened his own as well. When he looked back up to make eye contact, he smirked. “Good girl.”

GOOD GIRL?!?! DID LEE MINHO JUST CALL YOU ‘GOOD GIRL’?!?! You were dead. You could die then and there and be happy.

Unbeknownst to you, that was just the beginning.

Without reclaiming his cup, he stepped back and went to plop back down in his spot on the couch. You just stood there with wide eyes and jaw dropped as you saw them look at you with amusement. “You’re adorable, you know?” Hyunjin leaned forward and propped his elbows up on his knees. He then tilted his head and cutely asked, “Can I keep you?”

Fuck.

“Yah, Jinnie. Stop scaring the poor girl.” Felix grumbled and then turned back to your trembling form. “Ignore him, we just want to see you dance. Maybe even help you out if you’d let us.” He winked at you and you blushed furiously.

Fuck it. You downed the rest of the contents in the cup in one go because you needed all of the liquid courage you could get. When you sat the cup back down in front of Minho, he leaned forward, mimicking Hyunjin’s position, and smiled mischievously at you. You had to force yourself out of the grasp his eyes had you locked in.

“Um… what did you guys want to see me dance to?”

“You know more than one?!” Hyunjin’s eyes blew out and he grasped his heart dramatically. You couldn’t control the giggle from his antics and they all smiled at you, Minho attempting to hide his own grin behind his refilled cup.

“Yeah… I know a lot of them. You can choose one and I’ll see if I know the dance…” The three of them looked at you in amazement and disbelief at your words.

They continued talking for a moment amongst themselves and you, with no knowledge of what they were saying, just stood there looking at your restless feet. “Do you know the choreo for District 9?”

Shit. That was probably the most difficult one!

Still, you did know it…

You nervously chuckled. “Uhhh yeah, but I’ll probably be awful at it. It’s not an easy one.”

Felix and Hyunjin had giddy smiles while Minho looked at you with scrutiny. “Who’s part do you know?” Hyunjin looked at you with wide eyes.

You blushed furiously. Will they know your bias just by your answer? Surely not, right? Still, you were shy to admit it. You looked down as you twiddled your thumbs, unable to look at them as you answered. “Minho– I-I mean Lee Know…” You chanced a look up at him and he looked like he was trying to hide his smile once again.

“I want to see it!” Hyunjin raised his hand excitedly and eagerly looked at his other members. They both nodded as Minho pulled out his phone, his Anya sticker even more unrecognizable than the last time you saw him post a picture with it. He laid it in front of him with the song ready to play and then he held out an open palm to gesture to the floor, seemingly to order you into position.

You quickly complied and got into formation, which you quickly realized was a rather promiscuous position for a female dressed in fishnets and a skirt. Hey, don’t judge! it’s not every day you get to dress up for a concert! It was especially risque when you basically had your crotch aimed right at the ethereal beings in front of you. You tried to sit where you weren’t completely flashing them, but you looked really awkward doing it. You took a long, deep breath as you closed your eyes and then let your body take over once the song started.

Of course, it took an insane amount of concentration and willpower, but the more you got into it, the more confident you became. You knew you could do it as long as you imagined yourself just practicing regularly in your bedroom rather than in front of three of the most gorgeous men in the world that had probably already seen a full view of your panties at some point in the dance.

When the song was over, you stayed in formation until the three of them stood up and started applauding. You were dewy with sweat and your breathing was out of control, but you couldn’t help but feel partly proud of yourself and partly terrified of their critiques.

Hyunjin and Felix came to you on each side and hugged you tightly while slightly lifting you off the ground. You giggled as they hollered at you and Minho had his hands in his pockets in front of you with a smirk.

When they put you down, they kissed both sides of your cheeks in tandem and your soul felt like it had ascended to heaven. You looked at the two, completely gobsmacked, as they stood in front of you with bright smiles.

Hyunjin giggled. “That was amazing!”

“You really are an amazing dancer, noona!” Felix took your hand and squeezed it, which prompted Hyunjin to do the same with your other hand.

And, completely unexpectedly, Felix flashed an evil grin.

“Sooo, based on the video and this dance, I can only assume that Minho-hyung is your favorite among us?” The two in front of you looked back at the unassuming man that had sat back down.

You looked away when you felt all the blood rush to your face. The two cackled and Hyunjin said something in Korean to Minho. “Hey! Don’t tell him!”

“Too late, love. Like we said, he probably already knows what’s being said, anyway” The two boys released your hands and your face was mortified as you looked at Minho.

You were surprised to see that the tips of his ears were tinged in red and he had grabbed the wine bottle to fill up his cup once again. Hyunjin sounded patronizing when he rambled off something to Minho and the tallest received a threatening glare from the dance leader.

When you looked back at Felix, he looked like he was deep in thought. Then abruptly, it looked like a lightbulb went off in his head. “Hey, noona! Since you know hyung’s choreography to ‘Taste’, can Hyunjin and I dance it with you?!” Your heart dropped out of your ass, but by the look of the two boy’s pleading faces, you didn’t have it in you to refuse.

Again, you chuckled nervously. “I-I guess I can give it a shot…” They basically jumped for joy and Minho was already scrolling through his phone for the song. The other two got into position which prompted you to do the same as you calmed down your breathing and tried to not panic.

You heard the opening notes and it was a lot harder to concentrate when you knew they were dancing with you. Still, you did your best to represent the man you were performing for that had concentration written all over his features.

However, a little way into the song, you panicked.

Fuck. Shit. Fuck. Your move was supposed to have you splay your hand out over Hyunjin’s chest and waist but… there was no way in this goddamned universe that you could feel confident enough to touch him like that.

You didn’t want to overstep any boundaries, so you just hovered your hands over the correct areas. When you checked Minho’s expression, he had sat back against the cushions with his arms crossed and a cocked eyebrow.

Shit.

You could tell the others noticed too as the three of you continued to dance with their eyes bored into you.

Once the song ended, you were afraid to meet eyes with any of them. That was until you heard the velvety voice from the couch chime your name.

You snapped your head up to look at him, not expecting him to address you directly, and you realized he was walking right up to you. He spewed off something in Korean to the other two and then he gently grasped your hand. Holy fuck he’s touching me…

He guided you behind the two men that had lined up and you knew exactly what he was up to.

In the same dance formation, he grabbed your hand and wrapped it over the two men as he firmly pressed your full palm to Hyunjin’s chest, doing the same with your other hand on his abdomen. “Okay?” Minho said, still pressing your hands against the other’s chest.

You dumbly nodded and a tiny whimper escaped on your exhale. Your eyes bulged out as they all looked at you with raised eyebrows. “O-oh god, I’m so sorry!” You quickly pulled back your hands and held them over your mouth in humiliation.

“Don’t worry, love! Do you just feel uncomfortable touching us?” Felix said tentatively as if you would run away at the slightest movement. 

“I… I… I just don’t feel like I should be allowed to…” You looked down with a nervous chuckle and clasped your hands together in front of you. Without any words, you saw two lithe hands grasp your own as they detangled them. You looked up to see Hyunjin standing in front of you as he pulled your hands up to his chest.

“You can touch me all you want, pretty girl.” Hyunjin winked seductively and your eyes popped out of their sockets for the umpteenth time that night. “Are you okay with this?” Again, you were completely numb as you nodded your head, all of your focus committed to the feeling of his warm chest through his shirt under your hands.

He hummed lowly as he slowly moved your hands to press against his abs. Your eyes peered back up to see his expression and he was biting his lip with black eyes staring down at you.

You unintentionally moved your hands back up to his chest and balled your fists in his shirt with a gasp when you felt Felix wrap his arm around your waist. “You can touch any of us, really…” You felt like a caged mouse when he propped his chin up on your shoulder and your inner thoughts conjured the lewdest thoughts. “I was wondering… what could Hyunnie and I do to convince you to change your bias?” The thickly accented whisper sent shivers down your spine.

You looked at Hyunjin who had a dangerous smile, and then Minho who looked at you with dark, hungry eyes. It was as if he was giving you a nonverbal warning. You couldn’t help but want to rile him up.

You had NO CLUE how to read this situation, they couldn’t possibly be…? No… not possible, get your damned head out of the gutter.

That assumption was quickly rectified when Hyunjin slowly smoothed his hands over your hips and pulled you flush to him. “What about this?” He whispered mere centimeters from your face. You probably looked terrified, but the way your body involuntarily arched into him made him cockily smirk.

You could feel Felix’s arm tighten around you and he whispered his hot breath in your ear. “Or this?” That was when you felt the warm, wet press of his lips against the back of your neck. You loudly gasped, still in front of Hyunjin’s face, but your eyes closed from the sensation. Felix was still right next to your ear, but his voice sounded worried. “Is this okay, love? We can have someone take you home if you feel uncomfortab–”

“No!” Your arms wrapped around Hyunjin’s neck instinctively and they squeezed you as they softly laughed at your reaction. You had looked around the two to see that Minho had returned to the couch and was watching the three of you with an unreadable expression while sipping his wine.

“Well, in that case, I think I could convince you a bit more, yeah?” Hyunjin displayed that same fucking tongue prodding at his lips while he smiled at your frozen form that was locked in his eye contact. You knew your heart was beating out of your chest when Hyunjin looked down at your moistened lips and started leaning down to your face.

Surely he’s not… is he? No fucking way.

He touched his lips down on yours and if it weren’t for their strong grip on you, you would have melted into the floor. He was kissing you. HWANG FUCKING HYUNJIN WAS KISSING YOU!!!

You were as still as a statue, but he urged you to kiss back. And who were you to deny him?

Your lips started hesitantly gliding against his hungry ones and your arms tightened around his neck. He groped your hips more firmly as he pulled you even tighter against him. You heard a click of a tongue somewhere in the room and when Hyunjin pulled back, his cocky smile landed on Minho who was glaring daggers at him from the couch. 

You had no clue how to read the situation and, honestly, you were done trying to figure out these enigmatic men. Best to just go with the flow, right?

Before Hyunjin turned his attention back to you, your breath was stolen from you when Felix snatched you from his arms. Hyunjin whined and said something pouty in Korean, but Felix paid no attention to him. Instead, he guided you by your hips to sit on the sofa next to Minho.

You were shocked to see that he was almost as flustered as you were at the unexpected action, but you couldn’t look at him for long before Felix propped his knee up next to your leg and leaned over you to capture your lips. The kiss was a lot more sweet and gentle than Hyunjin’s had been.

That was until Felix made the first plunge to try and deepen the kiss with his tongue running over your lips. After you welcomed the intrusion, that sweet persona was nowhere to be found and you were blessed to see Lee Yongbok in his carnal form. His hands were cupping your jaw and he pressed your lips against his firmly with gnashing teeth and tongues.

When you finally remembered that there were two other people watching you, your lips froze. Felix pulled back to assess you, but then instantly wore a cocky smirk when he saw your blush and your wandering eyes over at the other two with your head hung low.

“What is it, love? Don’t like an audience, or do you not like any of this?” Felix tried to move to catch your eyes and catch them he did. You stared up at the man towering over you and you could see stars in his eyes. How could you say no to such a man? Well… men…

“I… I like this…” You couldn’t look him in the eye to admit it, instead, turning your head to look at the empty cups on the table. You knew your face was burning up and your attention was redirected as Hyunjin scrambled onto the other side of the couch to lean across Minho. 

“Felix, it’s not fair for you to steal her like that!” Hyunjin basically completely ignored Minho’s protests when he scrambled across the elder’s lap to try and steal another kiss. Just as his lips touched down on your cheek, the man stumbled to the floor. “Ow! Hyuuung!” He whined.

Minho sat next to you, seemingly very proud of himself for thwarting Hyunjin’s advances, as he caught you staring at him. Your face burned and you bit your lip while looking down at your hands again. Felix stopped hovering over you so he could try and get the limp, overdramatic man off the ground.

When you looked up, you saw that Minho was still looking at you with an ‘I will murder you in your sleep’ type of expression and your eyes widened in fear and anticipation. Before the other boys had returned their attention to you, Minho deftly moved closer to your trembling body.

You could swear you were hyperventilating when the man leaned in close to tower over you as you slid down to cower against the cushions. His expression was ravenous and yet there was a hint of apprehension to it. It wasn’t long before you had backed all the way up to the arm of the couch and his arms caged your head in against the cushions you had fallen back onto.

However, before he actually even touched you, his eyes searched yours. His breath stuttered momentarily before he breathed out in a low voice. “Is this okay?” 

Your breath hitched and you couldn’t think about anything but the man over you. His eyes were beautiful and lustful and his tongue peeked out to moisten his plump lips. He was so motherfucking beautiful you wanted to cry. What had you done to be blessed with such close proximity to a specimen such as him? Hell, even this whole situation in general was too good to be true!

You numbly nodded and then stupidly asked, “Is it okay with you?” 

You wanted to slap yourself silly once he giggled down at you, but you quickly got over it when his strong hand reached up to your face and tucked your hair behind your ear. He pushed the hair off your neck when he lowered his face down to your ear. “Yes, jagiya.”

That’s it, you were done. How the hell was he not committing manslaughter by saying shit like that? Your breathing alone could kill you, not to mention your heart!

When you felt the warm, wet press of lips to your jaw, a completely inhuman noise came from your mouth. The universe was both against you and in your favor simultaneously. You heard a chuckle and the lips against your skin grinned at the embarrassing noise, and when Minho looked up at you, you decided that your embarrassment was worth it.

He looked like he wanted to eat you. But as he leaned in to finally press his lips to yours, Hyunjin tackled him, shoving the elder off of your melted body before you could even get a whisper of a touch of the eldest’s lips. Felix quickly swooped in and stole you from their wrestling.

He gently stood you up and dragged you away from them, taking your hand and leading you to the giant bed in the center of the room. He sat down on the plush duvet with your hand in his small ones as you stood in front of him. He bit his lip and almost looked shy for a half second, but soon a bright smile spread across his face and he let your hand go. Instead, he wrapped his arms around your waist to pull you between his parted legs.

While still sitting in front of you, he pressed up against you and nuzzled his face right up in your goddamned pubic bone. 

At that point, you knew your panties were fucked. 

He looked up at you when a shaky breath escaped your lips. His smile was blinding. “Do you mind if we play with you tonight, love?” He emphasized the word ‘play’ to let you know that he didn’t just mean any fucking Monopoly game or some shit. They wanted you.

His voice was sickly sweet and you gasped as you felt a pair of hands, seemingly Hyunjin’s hands, come in behind you to start rubbing up your abdomen to your bra line as he kissed his way down your neck to the collar of your sheer blouse, teasing the material with his teeth. They weren’t necessarily crossing any lines, not by any of your own standards anyway, but they made sure to not overwhelm you.

I mean, yeah, you were definitely overwhelmed, but in the best of ways. You were pretty sure they could fucking curbstomp you and you would thank them and ask for seconds. 

“I…” God, why were you so timid? “I… I like playing…” You said before biting your lip and looking away with a cherry-red face.

When you turned away, you could have sworn you caught a glimpse of Minho ‘adjusting’ himself off to the side. Maybe you weren’t the only one desperate for touch…

The boys caging you in ended up regaining your attention when you felt the hands on your abdomen move to unbutton your shirt. You whimpered when you felt Hyunjin’s hands finally graze up your bare stomach and eventually cresting the curve of your breasts to grope over the material of your bra, his hot breath continuing to fan over the sensitive skin of your neck all the while.

Your upper body unintentionally leaned back into him as he continued his assault on your neck. However, Felix wouldn’t let you get far as he, too, had a strong grip on your hips, and your arms gravitated to rest on top of the blonde’s shoulders. You could feel his hands reach around to grope your ass and you just about went limp from their firm holds on you. You could just lay there all day and let them do whatever the fuck they wanted to.

You mewled when Felix lowered his head again, this time completely burying his face in between your legs as he nuzzled over your clothed core. That, plus Hyunjins rock hard dick pressing into your ass made you whine pathetically. You heard a chuckle from the couch and saw Minho leaning back on it again.

He laughed at your obvious desperation and you whined again. The boys that were torturing you maintained their stance, not moving any further and Minho bit his lip. You could definitely confirm he was palming himself now as he walked up to you and grabbed your chin with one hand.

“Yongbok-ah?” He murmured while never straying his eyes from yours. You felt the movement on your core stop and Minho, very slowly and deeply with his velvety voice said another sentence you couldn’t understand. 

Felix spoke up with a chuckle and Minho kept his eyes locked on yours while the younger one translated. “Hyung said that Jinnie and I could try all we want, but he won’t let the night end until he has convinced you that you belong to only him.”

Your breath was shaky and you squealed when he moved in and you finally got to taste those beautiful, plump lips. His tongue tasted sweet from the wine and you groaned in ecstasy. You were in heaven and you refused to ever come down.

You were ripped from your brief bliss when Hyunjin took matters into his own hands and dragged you away by your waist. Before you knew it, Hyunjin had lifted you onto the bed and your head was laid comfortably on the plush pillows.

Hyunjin had the devil’s laugh on his face as he crawled up to hover over you. “Just relax, angel. I’ll show you who you really want.” Hyunjin’s playful smile was replaced with hunger and he tentatively grasped the remaining unbuttoned part of your shirt, hinting at a question. You immediately sat up and took it the rest of the way off.

Once you were back down, his lips eagerly attacked the swell of your breast as his hands fumbled behind you to remove your mesh bra. When he finally deciphered the way to unlatch it, you moaned when he latched his mouth onto your nipple, lithe fingers playing with the other.

While he had his head down, you saw Felix walk over from where he and Minho had moved to stand at the foot of the bed. His eyes were glued to your breasts and the man devouring them until he reached the head of the bed where you were looking up at him with heavy lids and a lustful moan on the tip of your tongue. 

He caressed your cheek and smiled at you when you whined from his thumb running over your bottom lip. “So sweet…” He propped his hand up by your head as he bent over to lazily kiss you, the action getting more and more needy with each passing second. You felt Felix’s small hand replace Hyunjin’s on the breast that he wasn’t sucking the life out of and he squeezed it in earnest.

You cried out when Felix moved down as well and then you had a pair of lips on both of your breasts. You scrunched your eyes from the intense arousal you were feeling, and when you opened them again, Minho was looking straight into your eyes with crossed arms and a raised brow that almost seemed like he was challenging you.

God, you were so gone.

You gasped when you felt a hand glide up your inner thigh and under your skirt to cup over your clothed mound and start palming it, bringing sweet pressure to where you were aching profusely. Hyunjin then raised his head to yours and breathed against your lips when he brought his hand back up and thumbed at the waistband of your skirt. “Is this okay, noona?”

You nodded your head frantically, breath obviously picking up, and he quickly followed through, hastily sliding his slim fingers under the waistband of the offending clothing and shucking them, your fishnet tights, and your lace panties off of you. You felt red all over from the fact that you were stripped down completely naked for these three men that hadn’t even removed a shred of clothing.

Feeling a bit self-conscious, especially because Felix also relented his attack and they all three were gawking at you, you squeezed your legs shut and involuntarily crossed an arm over your breasts and the other over your stomach. You wanted to keep going, you just wished they wouldn’t just stand there and stare.

“Hey, hey, I’m sorry, noona.” The ray of sunshine noticed your discomfort and gently caressed your bare thigh. “You are just so beautiful, we can’t help but stare. Are you still alright?” It warmed your heart that Felix was still focused on your comfort after all of this and you gave him a shy smile when you nodded. He had to bite back his giddy grin and he quickly removed his shirt, Hyunjin received the hint and did the same right after.

And holy hell. It was just so unfair to be that insanely gorgeous.

Hyunjin lowered himself back down over you with a cocky grin. “Now who’s staring?”

Your face burst into flames and you looked away with a small “S-sorry”. He just chuckled and grabbed your chin to look back at him. “I didn’t say I minded. You can look all you want.” He licked his lips hungrily. “You can touch too…” He said as he grabbed your hand to glide over his naked abdomen. His voice turned to a whisper in your ear. “...anywhere you want…” His hand dragged your own down the length of his stomach and then splayed your palm out over the crotch of his pants to feel his prominent bulge.

OH. MY. GOD.

“You did this to me, noona…” He whispered again, pressing your palm against his tumescence more firmly to reiterate. You gasped in response and kept your hand there when he slowly released you. “Do you want to help me take care of it?” His low voice, his hooded eyes, his everything was dripping in the personification of sex and you tentatively pressed your palm against him again and he groaned into your neck. “Fuck… that’s it…”

His hand landed on your upper thigh and you started hyperventilating. That was until Felix captured your mouth again in another powerful kiss and distracted you from your obvious panic. However, your mouth gaped open against his as you emitted a loud moan when Hyunjin’s fingers found your clit.

“Oh fuck, noona… You’re so wet for us, baby…” You could hear Hyunjin’s voice drift down your body as you continued to tangle tongues with the youngest of the three. This boy has been working on his English dirty talk, hasn’t he? However, you unintentionally unlatched yourself and threw your head back with a loud moan when you felt Hyunjin’s warm mouth close around your clit and start sucking.

Felix elected to focus his efforts elsewhere as well and he properly climbed onto the bed next to you as he returned his mouth to your nipples. You were whining and writhing beneath the ministrations of the both of them and they both firmly gripped your hips still. 

You quickly realized that your eyes had fluttered shut in the heat of the moment and you snapped them open again, not wanting to miss a single moment of this batshit crazy experience.

However, when you opened your eyes, you immediately latched them onto the man at the end of the bed. Minho had the most predatory glare on his face and he didn’t even try to hide the fact that he was palming himself while looking at you. You bit your lip and whimpered when he finally dipped his hand under the waistband of his sweatpants and let his jaw slightly fall open as he worked himself up.

Abruptly, without warning, you half groaned, half whined when you felt Hyunjin’s long, lithe finger slip into you and you couldn’t control it when your hips bucked up into his face. He chuckled against your core and then raised his smiling and slick wet face to look at you. “Does that feel good, baby?” 

You couldn’t speak, you just nodded your head frantically.

You shrieked when Felix nipped your swollen nipple and soothed it with his tongue when he looked back up at you. “Jinnie asked you a question, love. Be a good girl and answer him, yeah?”

“Yes! Oh my god, yes…” Your voice was wistful and fucked out as your hips kept moving on their own accord.

“These fingers are nothing compared to what I have in store for you…” Hyunjin looked at your body with hungry eyes as he wet his lips. “But, first, I wanna see how much I can make you fall apart…”

And without further ado, he plunged down into your cunt again with vigor as Felix reattached himself to your lips and his hands gained purchase on your breasts. His tongue snaked its way into your mouth while Hyunjin’s sneaked its way into your folds. Your breathing was erratic, and your kiss with Felix turned into more of a breathy moan against his lips.

Eventually, Felix’s kisses moved their way down to your neck and then back to your nipples. He apparently was really fixated on them that night. You looked back up to see that all the while Minho was unabashedly getting closer, having his hand moving at a slow, steady pace inside his pants.

One of your lifeless hands was suddenly being gently maneuvered by Felix to press your palm against the tent in his sweats and you gasped at the heat that emitted from his bulge. A random bout of courage was pulled out of your lust-ridden brain and you used both hands to clumsily untie his waistband, resulting in the man sitting up to stare at you in wonder. You looked up at him with pleading eyes in a silent request for their removal, pulling at both his pants and his underwear.

All he responded with was a blinding smile and chaste kiss to your lips before scrambling off the bed to remove said items. And, man, that lean boy did not disappoint…

However, in the process of doing that, Hyunjin advanced his efforts tenfold and you started to feel your core start to snap. One of your hands flew to tangle in his soft locks as you pulled him ever closer to you in an attempt to chase your high. He definitely knew what he was doing. One last flick of his tongue and a particularly delicious press of his fingers against your g-spot had you seeing stars as you came all over Hwang Hyunjin’s face.

Your head was thrown back in a silent cry (no pun intended) as he led you through your orgasm with lazy pumps of his fingers and when he retreated and you came back to reality, you wanted to crawl in a hole and die from embarrassment.

All three men were breathing heavily with blown-out eyes as they stared at you in awe of your orgasm. You didn’t have much time to soothe the reddening of your face because Felix abruptly jumped on top of you and devoured your lips. The fact that this gorgeous creature was completely butt-ass-naked on top of you with his leaking cock pressed up against your hip was making you dizzy and your hands moved on their own when you realized that you wanted nothing more than to feel him.

His mouth groaned against yours when you pressed your cupped palm over his erection and you whimpered at the feeling. You took the plunge and gently wrapped your fingers around him and started pumping your fist. Felix detached himself from your lips and slumped his forehead against yours as his heavy breathing stuttered.

“Fuck, love. You’re doing so good for us…” He choked out and pecked your cheek as he leaned in to whisper against your ear. “How would you like to feel us inside of you?” You felt the sinful words seep into your skin and mingle with every nerve ending in your body. The shiver of your body was beyond involuntary and a shuttered breath escaped your lips.

He sat up to look you in the eyes directly, taking the hand that you had wrapped around his dick, and started moving it for you when it unintentionally froze from the proposition. “I-I… Y-you…” Felix cut off your rambling with another chaste kiss to your lips.

“If you would rather stop here, we can…” He sounded a bit sullen with each word, and it warmed your heart that he wanted to make sure you were still comfortable.

Just as he started to pull away, you wrapped your free arm around his neck and pulled him into a bruising kiss, your other hand continuing to jerk him off slowly. “G-god, Felix. This is a fucking dream…” You mumbled against his lips.

You could feel the bright smile of his against your lips and he broke away to inquire again. “Is that a yes?” He said with a hopeful smile.

Your eyes surely had stars in them as you looked up at his glowing features. You meekly nodded and your voice sounded more like a whine when you quietly whimpered a short, “Please…”

With that said, he jovially leaped off of you and you grumbled your disappointment and sat up to watch the three men hover around a duffle bag. You shouldn’t have been surprised to see the three of them turn back to you with a condom in each of their hands, all of them looking at you as if they were famished and you were their buffet. 

“Um… Felix?”

Said boy tilted his head in query. “What is it, love?”

You could feel the heat rise in your cheeks as you shyly looked down at the sheets clenched between your fingers. “I don’t know if this changes anything for you, but…” You chanced a glance up at his beautiful face that had confusion written all over his features. “I… I have a birth control implant… and I’m clean… so you don’t really need…” You fixed your eyes on the prophylactic in his hand. “...you know…” You were suddenly too shy to say it outright.

Said item was instantly dropped to the floor as he stared at you in shock. The other two looked panicked and stepped up to him, immediately questioning what your words meant. After he numbly translated, the other two men’s faces comically morphed to match their Australian member’s expression.

You panicked. “But I don’t mind either way! I totally understand if you still want to use precautions and all–” Before you could mutter another syllable, he was on you in an instant, silencing you with his lips.

“Fuck, love. There’s no way we deserve you.” He kissed you again and sat up to cup your cheeks and intensely look you in the eyes. “Are you absolutely sure about this?” Relieved, you smiled at the beautiful man.

“Absolutely.” And with that, Hyunjin joined Felix as he, too, pounced on you like a predator.

Minho, who still had all of his clothes on, just continued to watch as the other two caged you in. “How do you want to do this, baby? Who do you want first? Or do you want both?” Hyunjin had a mischievous smile as he slowly removed his pants and boxers as well and gave your body a sinful once-over. Your eyes bulged out of your head at the sight of him.

You suddenly felt incredibly small under their gaze and beautiful naked bodies. “U-um… I don’t mind either way… I just want to be here for all of you. You can have me however you want…” Your words were bold but your voice was meek and their hungry gazes went gentle.

“Such a sweet baby…” Hyunjin said as they hovered over you and slowly kissed their way down from your jaw to your neck on each side. You wanted to touch them so badly. 

With a sudden bout of courage, you tentatively took their cocks in each hand from where they hovered at your sides and put in all of your effort to try and please them. They let out a surprise groan and Hyunjin muttered something to Felix in Korean, immediately scooting over so Felix could position himself between your legs.

Hyunjin stepped back, relinquishing your grasp on his dick and you quivered at the man on top of you that was staring into your soul. Felix had already replaced your hand on his cock and you arched your back when he ran the tip through your folds and over your clit. 

You had achieved a core memory from the feeling of his burning hot touch.

“You sure about this, love?” He searched your eyes once more and you had decided your patience had run out. You grabbed the back of his head and crushed his lips to your own, followed by a breathy whisper against his lips.

“Please, Felix… I want you so bad…” Your whimpered words earned a grin on the boy’s angelic face and you slowly felt him stretch you open as he entered you. 

Your jaw dropped as you groaned against his lips and he kissed you again, minutely stifling the noises that were so very desperate to escape your mouth from the feeling of his slow intrusion. It had been so long since you’d had sex that you forgot how overwhelming the first push was.

Once he was fully sheathed inside you, he pulled back to look at your face only to find a slack jaw and scrunched-up eyes. You felt the presence of Hyunjin on your right, slowly shushing your whimpers as he tried to distract you with wet kisses along your jaw and neck. “Shhh, you’re doing great, baby girl. Taking our Yongbokkie so well.” He briefly turned to Felix. “How does she feel, Lixie-ah?”

Felix groaned and dropped his forehead to meet yours and you finally pried your eyes back open so you could take in the proximity of his angelic face. “She feels amazing Jinnie…” Felix moaned loudly when you clenched around him and he used the hand that he wasn’t using to hold himself above you to reach down and lift your left leg higher, letting himself push deeper. “I’m not sure how long I’ll last.”

You watched as Felix lifted his head to watch Hyunjin reach down and play with your clit, and they both locked eyes with you when you whined at the sensitivity. Hyunjin smirked playfully and looked back at Felix. The freckled man’s face, which was once holding burning embers, was now looking up at Hyunjin with heart eyes as he towered over the both of you. 

“You gonna get her all wet and ready for me Lix?” Hyunjin asked the younger boy with a smoldering grin, never relenting in the slow torture of his fingers on your clit. Felix nodded frantically and, just like that, he turned back to you with a cocky grin.

“Does it hurt? Can I move, sweet thing?” He lowered his lips back down to your jaw and placed a chaste kiss there while waiting for your answer.

“God, please.” You sighed wistfully.

That was all the incentive he needed to pull all the way back to the tip, and then slam all the way back to your cervix with full force. You cried out in pleasure and he set a brutal pace, Hyunjin’s fingers finally leaving your swollen bundle of nerves to start playing with your nipples and return his lips to your neck. There was no doubt going to be a mess of hickeys all over your body and you trembled at the thought.

With the boys attacking both sides of your neck, you were, again, faced with the man at the end of the bed. He tilted his head and raised his eyebrow at you again to challenge or mock you, you weren’t quite sure which… maybe both. However, with the way he palmed his bulge over his pants, and seeing how the tips of his ears were bright red, he was definitely excited for more.

You were so gone for these men that you wanted to really chalk it up for them. With Felix still pounding into you, you slowly rolled your tongue over your bottom lip before biting down on it and throwing your eyes and head back with the most pornographic moan you could muster.

When you raised your head again, all three men were staring down at you with shock written on their faces. You couldn’t let the embarrassment sink in long, however, because your action brought Felix to his climax.

The sight of Lee Felix’s face during orgasm was like being shot in the heart with a poison that spread heat throughout your every nerve ending. There was no describing it. You could feel the force of his cum shoot deep inside you and you felt dizzy as he rode himself through it.

“Holy hell, love…” He dropped down to kiss you messily. “You’re a goddamned dream…” He leaned back and looked at your sweating and panting form and offered the sweetest of smiles. However, Hyunjin interjected with a slap on Felix’s ass and everyone breathily chuckled at the yelp that escaped his mouth. “Yah!”

“Don’t be a hog, Lixie-ah!” He looked back at you while still talking to Felix. “I’ve been dying to rearrange her insides…” He poked that damned tongue out the side of his mouth and ran his eyes up and down your frame, making you shiver from the intensity.

You winced when Felix’s softening cock was pulled out of you and he retreated from between your legs but gasped when Hyunjin took his place and grabbed both of your ankles. He smiled sinfully at you and propped your legs up on his shoulders as he lined up with you.

Hyunjin was definitely longer than Felix because as he breached your entrance and your breathing picked up again from the delicious feeling of him sliding through your walls, pushing Felix’s seed even deeper inside you, you choked on air when he kept pushing further against your cervix until you felt honest-to-god tears run down your cheeks. He froze just before he was completely flush with you and he looked panicked.

“W-wha– did I– are you o-okay?” He momentarily struggled with his English as he stuttered the words and you quickly wrapped your arms and legs around him when you felt him try to pull out.

“N-no! I’m okay! Gwenchana! Gwenchana!” You put your hand over your mouth at your outburst and giggled at yourself, thankfully making the other men relax as well. “I-I think you might just be too… ahem…” Why were you so shy?

He sweetly smiled and leaned down to kiss you, seemingly understanding your meek words. “Do you want to lead then?”

You really didn’t know what you wanted, but if he kept going at that rate, he might really rearrange your insides. Your shy nod brought an endeared smile to his face and, before you could even prepare yourself, he quickly pulled out and tumbled backward to lay on his back, pulling you on top of him to face the foot of the bed. You gasped and briefly saw Felix and Minho mumbling something off to the side with Minho responding with a cute giggle.

You looked down at Hyunjin who was devouring you with his eyes and running his hands up and down your hips and thighs. “I like seeing you on top of me, baby.” You bit your lip and sprung into action, lifting your hips and grabbing his cock to line him up. Your eyes were glued to his gorgeous face when you slowly lowered yourself down on him and saw his long lashes flutter in euphoria.

There was no getting over how unreal this was. You felt dizzy as every inch of him dragged across your sensitive walls and you slightly jerked your hips up when his tip pushed against your bruised cervix. His face screwed shut as he seemed to try and hold back from fucking up into you.

Honestly, some twisted part of you wanted him to.

When you wiggled your hips back down, you took deep breaths and ground against him until the pleasure started to weigh out the pain. When his hips accidentally twitched up into you, you let out a strangled cry and Hyunjin reached up to cup your face in his hands.

“I’m sorry baby. You just feel so good…”

You naturally leaned down until your lips collided again and all you could respond with was a small ‘more’ mumbled against his lips. His eyes flew open and you planted your hands on each of his pecs, silently pleading with your eyes as you continued to grind against him.

That was when his eyes turned dark and his fingers dug into your hips and ass with bruising force. The powerful thrust that followed had you seeing stars.

He had planted his feet onto the bed and started fucking up into you at a brutal pace, muttering both English and Korean expletives under his breath as his hands moved their grasp to fondle your bouncing breasts. That was when you felt Felix’s presence return and start kissing down your neck to meet one of the nipples that Hyunjin’s fingers were teasing.

You whined loudly and threw your head back when Hyunjin harshly pinched the nipple to allow Felix’s tongue to suck and flick the sensitive bud. You returned your hooded eyes to the men when you felt your breasts being released. The following sight made you want to scream.

Hyunjin had grabbed Felix’s jaw and they stared directly into each other’s eyes when Hyunjin forced two of his fingers into Felix’s mouth. The younger man fluttered his eyes and moaned around the digits, sucking and licking around them enthusiastically.

When Hyunjin finally pulled his fingers away, he and Felix continued to stare at each other for a moment, seemingly frozen in time. You whined when Hyunjin slowed down his hips, and that seemed to knock them out of their trance.

Hyunjin regained his cocky demeanor and lowered his spit-slick fingers down to your clit. One particular thrust sprung tears to your eyes, and you cried out when his fingers started circling around your bliss button. You were far too close to climax and both of the men knew it.

After some strangled mumbling from Hyunjin’s mouth, words completely foreign to you, Felix swiftly stood up on the bed and stood his legs on each side of Hyunjin’s torso. His newly awakened erection stood proud in front of your face and you wasted no time wrapping your lips around it and humming at the taste of your own lingering juices on his skin.

The beautiful man sighed in pleasure and tangled his fingers in your hair, his practiced muscles keeping him balanced as Hyunjin continued to pound into you. You worked your mouth and tongue with gusto and once you wrapped your hands around his length as well, you knew you could get him to cum in no time.

“F-fuck… how are you so fucking *ngh* good at this?” Felix muttered in the deepest voice you’ve ever heard and it made you tighten your pussy around Hyunjin’s cock, earning a beautiful moan from his plump lips. “S-shit, love– I’m cummin’...” Felix tried to pull away, but you just wrapped your arms around him to grab his perky ass and pull him further into the tight ring of your esophagus.

You looked up as you felt the first spurts of cum hit your throat, and you were once again blessed with the beautiful sight of Lee Felix’s face of ecstasy. He heaved for a moment once he was done riding out his high and pulled out of your abused mouth. He looked like he was in a trance when he looked down at you and cupped your jaw. However, when you took a big gulp of the cum swimming around in your mouth, his whole demeanor changed.

Felix lowered himself back down to you as he sat to the side of Hyunjin again, a dangerous smile forming on his angelic face as he closed in on your ear, lightly grazing his teeth over the shell of it. “Tell us what you want, love. I know there is something going on in that pretty head of yours…”

He continued kissing and sucking his way down your neck as he waited for a response. There was no way in hell you would be able to voice what you had been fantasizing about.

However, the longer that you were silent, the more aggressive Felix became. 

Almost as if it was planned, Felix harshly bit your shoulder as Hyunjin grabbed your hips and slammed you down on his cock. The few tears that you were holding back sprang from your eyes now and Hyunjin growled at you. “Felix asked you a question, baby girl. I think you’d better answer it.”

You looked up to Minho with pleading eyes, and all he did was raise an eyebrow at you condescendingly. You whimpered in defeat and lowered your head, not being able to look at any of them in the eyes as the words left your mouth.

“Lixie…?” Said man leaned back to await your response. “C-can you…” Gosh, you were so embarrassed, how would you be able to get the words out?

Your body naturally ground down on Hyunjin due to loss of stimulation, and he landed a powerful slap on your ass because of it, immediately returning his hands to their vice grip on your hips to keep them still.

You whined pathetically and looked between the two boys whose hands were currently rubbing and groping your body simultaneously. You returned your vision to your own hands which were fidgeting against Hyunjin’s chest and took a deep breath.

“Can you… like… kiss Hyunjin’s neck or something?”

You started getting anxious when you didn’t hear a response and you looked up to gauge their reactions. You saw their shocked faces for half a second until Felix grabbed your face and kissed your lips passionately.

“God, you’re a fucking dream.” Felix whispered against your lips and then he immediately turned around to bury his face in the other man’s neck.

Hyunjin immediately groaned while exposing his neck for further access for the Australian boy, and you whimpered a quiet ‘yesss’ when Hyunjin slammed you down on his cock as far as you could go, repeating the action with dizzying force.

Felix did everything you could’ve hoped for and more. He devoured the other man’s slim neck, while running his hands up and down the length of his torso, ending the journey of his fingers on one of the older man’s nipples. 

Hyunjin grunted and built up his pace again, meeting you halfway as you bounced up and down on his throbbing cock. The three of you had a thick sheen of sweat on you and your eyes were glued to the two beautiful men under you.

You just about started to protest when Felix pulled his head away from the patch of skin he was attacking, but what he did next made all the words instantly die on your tongue.

He grabbed Hyunjin’s face with both hands and immediately locked their lips together, tongues soon intertwining in a practiced dance. Your eyes were glued to them so intently, that you didn’t even notice Minho climbing on the bed to press up against your back.

You gasped when you felt him against you with his rock-hard cock pressing between your ass cheeks through his pants. The ghosting of his breath against your neck leading up to your ear made you shiver. “What a dirty girl you are.” You felt him smile against your jaw and instead of kissing the patch of skin as you had anticipated, you felt his hands wrap around you and pinch your nipples hard. 

That is what sent you over the edge and your climax came crashing down like waves rolling over you. The two men separated when they heard you scream out in pleasure from your lingering high so they could watch as you worked through your orgasm. You could feel Hyunjin’s legs shake beneath you as he pistoned up into you violently and you knew he was close as well. 

Hyunjin growled something you couldn’t translate and his hips stuttered with shallow thrusts as he emptied inside you. The wet lips of the eldest that ran up and down your neck and shoulder kept prolonging your orgasm and you twisted your head around so you could curl your fingers in his hair and pull him in for a sloppy kiss. You could hear a low growl in the back of his throat and it kept you clenching around Hyunjin’s spent dick.

Hyunjin’s whole body went limp after a few more thrusts and you detached your lips from Minho to pull yourself off of Hyunjin’s twitching dick to collapse between him and Felix. The men smiled at you fondly as they gently ran their fingers up and down the smooth skin of your abdomen and a wave of exhaustion crashed over you. Your eyes were closed and you were panting heavily, trying to get ahold of your bearings.

You took a moment to collect yourself behind your closed lids, however, your eyes flew open when you felt a gentle hand nudge your arm.

What the fuck?

You found yourself tucked snugly underneath the fluffy comforter of the huge bed with only a single light on in the corner of the otherwise dark room. You shifted slightly and realized you were still naked, but you could tell they had cleaned you up before tucking you in. Your eyes followed up to the owner of the gentle hand on your shoulder to be met with a shy-looking Lee Know offering you a bottle of much-needed water. You looked around the rest of the room and found that Felix and Hyunjin were nowhere to be found.

How the fuck did I fall asleep so fast?

You shimmied your way up into a sitting position against the headboard, nodding your head with a small “thank you” in Korean as you gratefully accepted his offering. You guzzled down the water as if you had never tasted anything so delectable in your entire life. Once you finished, he took the empty container from you. “More?” He asked with an adorable head tilt.

You internally swooned and you were sure you looked as dazed as you felt as you looked at the ethereal man. “Please…” You mumbled, eyes completely lost within his own.

He smirked (because of course he knew the effect he had on you) and stood to go retrieve another bottle from the mini-fridge.

Once you had repeated your assault on the second bottle and rejected his offer for another, he sat down next to you on the bed and hesitantly took your hand in his. “How are you feeling?” He shyly asked as he played with your fingers.

As if you weren’t already gone enough for the man, this small considerate question had you even more hopeless than before.

You knew he knew basic English, so you decided to reply simply. “Good, thank you…” You couldn’t stop the bashful smile that bloomed on your face and the crooked smile he gave in return was too much for your eyes (and heart) to handle.

“Hyunjin-ah and Yongbokkie went to bed… um…” He looked up in thought as if he was trying to think of how to say what he wanted in English. “They said they will, um, see you… in morning-time?” He stated the words like a question as if he wasn’t sure if he was conveying the words correctly, you just nodded in understanding. “Are you okay to stay with me tonight?”

You felt electricity shoot up your spine. Who in their right mind would ever deny that kind of invitation? You probably seemed a bit too over-eager as you nodded your head profusely with an immediate “yes!”

He let out the cutest of giggles and hesitantly brought his hand up to brush some of your (surely sex-crazed) hair out of your face. He let his hand linger there as his eyes flickered between both of your own. He muttered a small “cute” in Korean (an easy enough word to translate) and moved to cup your rosy cheek.

“Minho?” He looked startled as you suddenly addressed him by name. You at least knew enough Korean to mutter a small question. “Will you kiss me?” He was definitely caught off guard by your question. His face flushed momentarily, but then he quickly crashed his lips into yours, moving his hands to pull you in by the back of your neck.

You sighed into the kiss and he hummed in response. His tongue tentatively snaked into your mouth and you couldn’t help but think of the duality from his earlier demeanor to the gentle and careful man you were swapping spit with now.

However, that thought was short-lived as his kisses got more and more hungry, his hands gravitating down your back and hips to firmly grope your ass. There was no way you could control the small moan that escaped your mouth as you felt him spread your bare ass cheeks just to release them so they would bounce back to their original place where you were sitting.

You felt the edges of his lips tilt upwards and your body naturally gravitated up on your knees so you could get even closer to him. He then took it upon himself to lift your bare body up by your ass to straddle his seated form. 

Your whole body was sore and you were pretty sure you were cramping from your abused cervix, but you had absolutely zero complaints as you pressed up against the man you had longed for for the longest time. Never did you imagine that you would ever be blessed enough to meet this man, let alone to be in this position on top of him.

You pulled away from the kiss so you could, once again, take in the sight of the god-like-looking man beneath you. His two blown-out orbs stared back at you and you ran your fingers through his silky locks. Your breath hitched in your throat before your raspy voice spoke the words. “I want you, Minho…”

He could barely contain his smile when he quirked his brow. “Oh yeah? Then who do you belong to?” Your eyes widened at his confident English and you bit your lip, eyes drifting up and down his gorgeous body.

“Y-you…” You could feel your rosy cheeks burn furiously.

The hands he was groping your ass with pulled you suffocatingly closer. “Anyone else?” You saw the possessiveness in his eyes and you couldn’t help but feel a bit prideful from it.

“Only you, Minho. Always you…” Before you could even take your next breath, the man had flipped you over to lay your back against the silky sheets once again, his predatory face inches from your own.

You expected him to be harsh and rough you up a bit, but he surprised you. He looked into your eyes with wonder written on his features. “You’re so beautiful, noona…” He said as he stared you down. You felt a shutter wrack your body, but your mind was lost in his eyes.

You could only respond with a wistful sigh and he eventually lowered his head to bury in the crook of your neck. The wet heat of his lips against your pulse made you melt into the sheets and you moaned when he fixed himself between your legs, pressing his clothed erection against your wet clit.

His hands gently grabbed your arms and slowly raised them above your head, his fingers gliding up your skin to eventually grasp your hands as he ground against you. His lips trailed down your chest to your breast so he could suck one of your abused nipples into his mouth.

When you mewled, he propped himself up on his knees so he could rid himself of his shirt and your eyes widened as your hands moved unbidden to glide over the toned skin of his abdomen. He studied your face as your fingers explored his chest, gliding all the way down to the waistband of his sweatpants. You licked your lips at the delectable sight of his raging boner and your fingers played with the edge of the fabric, your gaze drifting back up to meet his smoldering eyes. 

He took it upon himself to stand and remove both his pants and boxers and holy shit… how was his dick drop-dead gorgeous too?! The man eagerly returned to his spot between your legs only, this time, it was his face hovering over your cunt. He gently raised his hands to lightly flick your nipples, making you squeak and then moved his feather-light touch down your body to finally gain purchase on the back of your knees.

Your breathing started to pick up when he hoisted your thighs over his shoulders so you could feel his hot breath fan over your sensitive labia. His eyes, which had been fixated on yours the entire time, finally drifted down to stare at your glistening folds and he closed his eyes in bliss when he finally sucked them into his mouth and moved his tongue through them to find your throbbing clit.

You wanted to cry it felt so good. You didn’t know if he was just a god at eating pussy or if it was just the fact that it was him doing it that brought you to the edge so quickly, but the sensation overwhelmed you too much to think about it. You cried his name over and over again and when he finally snaked his tongue inside you, you grabbed his hair and wailed.

“Oh my god, Minho! Yes! Fuck– holy sh– ngh! Yesyesyes right there! Fff–” You looked down at the gorgeous face in between your legs and you could see a smile in his eyes as you came all over his face. “Ah– Ahhhhh!” You had never had an orgasm so intense and you wanted to reward him for it.

When you finally came down from your high, you pulled him off of you and moved him to stand. He looked confused as you maneuvered him, but quickly changed his demeanor when you took his cock in your hand and swallowed him in one go, making him choke on his own breath. “H-holy fuck–” He gasped.

He was too big to deep throat, but you used all the tricks in the book to give him the best head he has ever had and by the way he was responding, you assumed you were succeeding. He was groaning and kept switching from throwing his head back in ecstasy and looking down at you with fire in his eyes. His jaw was clenched and he was definitely holding back from just full-on fucking your face.

Part of you wanted him to. You wanted him to absolutely wreck your throat until you couldn’t speak anymore, but your aching pussy overpowered that desire. You needed him buried inside you right fucking now.

He puffed out a huge breath that he had apparently been holding when you pulled off of him with a *pop* and crawled backward to spread your legs invitingly. He wasted no time in pouncing on top of you to assault your lips and you whimpered against his mouth when you felt him tease the tip of his penis between your folds.

You whined against his lips. “M-Minho… p-please I need you so badly… please…” He smiled devilishly.

“Fuck, jagiya. You’re perfect…” He used the hand that wasn’t being used to hold himself above you and grabbed you by the jaw to look straight into his hooded eyes. Your pupils were surely blown out and your eyes were gaping as he slowly pushed his way inside you. The stretch was somewhat painful with how thick he was, but the pleasure weighed out the pain once he reached your beaten-up cervix.

“F-fuck, Min…” Your hands scrambled to hold onto something to keep you grounded and one ended up digging into his back and the other grabbed onto his hair, making him groan.

“Gwenchana?” His eyes had squeezed shut in euphoria and you’re sure he didn’t even realize he had switched back to Korean.

You whispered back against his lips, unable to speak any louder. “Gwenchana…” You reassured.

He opened his eyes and for the first time that night, you saw him smile at you with the fondest grin you had ever seen from the man. The drag against your walls was delicious as he pulled back and the both of you cried out into each other’s mouths when he thrust back into you.

A single tear fell from your eye from the overwhelming pleasure and he sweetly ran his thumb over it to wipe it away. He gave you one last gentle kiss before he pulled back out to the tip again and then slammed into you full force. You threw your head back as you cried out and his lips latched onto your neck as he changed his pace to pummel into you at a dizzying rate.

Your body bounced back and forth against the soft sheets and his name fell from your mouth in a non-stop mantra. He, once again, took one of your legs and folded it to throw over his shoulder so he could bury himself even deeper into your cunt, if that was even possible.

Everything about him was perfect and you couldn’t stop the tears that ran down the sides of your face from the amount of pure euphoria you felt in that moment. His lips covered every inch of your clavicle in dark marks and you surprisingly found his possessiveness as a turn-on.

You whimpered, moaned, and cried out your ecstasy and he bored his eyes into your own all the while. “Fuck, noona… you feel so good… so tight and wet for me…” He leaned down to groan against your lips. 

You whined in response, once again surprised by his confident English. “For you, Lino. All for you…” That statement made something inside him snap and he growled right before he pistoned into you full force and dropped his forehead to rest on your shoulder, moving a strong hand to furiously rub your clit all the while.

You basically screamed out his name as your orgasm reached its full peak and your walls squeezed him impossibly tight. His teeth clamped down onto your shoulder to muffle his cry of pleasure and he came so hard you could almost taste it.

He pumped both of you through your orgasms as his mouth moved to mesh with your own, sucking, biting, and licking each other's lips lazily. Once he slowly halted to a stop and relinquished his assault on your mouth, he stood up and languidly walked to the bathroom. You heard running water and then saw the naked Adonis return with a suppressed smile.

He held out a hand and, without question or hesitation, you took it. You yelped when you were suddenly lifted into his arms and carried to the source of the running water, soon after, being lowered into a luxurious bathtub with the scent of essential oils washing over your senses. He quickly climbed in behind you and the feeling of yourself laid back against the naked body of Lee Minho in the blissful heat of a five-star bathtub soothing your aching muscles was almost orgasmic.

“How do you feel?” Minho wrapped his arms around you and whispered against your ear right before he started peppering kisses along your neck.

You turned your head to capture his lips with your own. “I feel like I’m in heaven.” You responded with a smile against his lips. He returned your smile and slightly pulled back to look into your eyes.

“I’m excited for you to meet the other members tomorrow.” His eyes shined brightly, proud of his confident English, but you could still detect the danger in them. “But remember…” He squeezed you with the arms he had wrapped around your midriff. “You’re mine.”

You giggled and pressed another kiss to his lips. “Hmmm…” A sly remark passed through your head. “I think I might need some more convincing.” You said teasingly.

“Oh really?” You saw an evil glint gloss over his eyes and you jumped when you felt the man pinch your clit. “Want more?” You could already feel him sporting a semi against your ass and you were amazed by his stamina.

You quickly turned around to straddle the man and he held you by your hips as you wrapped your arms around him. “Absolutely.”

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Lee “Know” Minho

- He is the first one to tease people so he isn't fazed when you flirt with him. He might threaten you with a smirk but he handles it well. He will not hesitate to flirt back teasingly or simply ignore you. At times, though, you might catch him off guard. Either way, a slight blush will be noticeable near his ears.

Lee Know was peacefully watching a movie when a scientist came on scene.

It was a rather quiet evening, nothing out of the ordinary.

As the scientist on the screen went on to do… whatever a scientist did… you chipped in with a wink: “Minho, I am no scientist but even I understand the chemistry between us!”.

He simply looked back, staring into your eyes without blinking.

It was as if he had started a short staring battle.

His glare was penetrating, focused on you, the movie forgotten in the background. Then, suddenly, he smirked: “More like physics. I’m a magnet and you're naturally attracted to me, you see?”.

Without letting you answer he turned back to the tv, with a cocky expression on his face.

However, if only you had looked at him closely, his ears were quite red.

suggestive - If you express your pervy side, be ready to have him tease you with a slightly mean strike. He will act as if he isn't bothered but he won't let you down: be ready to get lucky if you try to rile him up with your naughtier side.

Hwang Hyunjin

- He will blush and gush about it with you. He'll come up with a compliment in return, a princely smile on his lips. Probably the most romantic flirt of all. He won't hesitate to be as cheesy as he can be.

Hyunjin was sketching without a care in the world when he saw you enter the room.

“Hey love” he smiled, as you greeted him with a hug from behind, sneaking a glance at his canva.

“What are you painting?” You asked “ ‘Cause I picture me and you kissing”.

Hyunjin simply chuckled and turned to you with a smile: “I'm afraid nothing I sketch will ever capture your beauty”.

As his eyes fixated on yours, he stole a kiss.

“Your beauty is just otherworldly” he added, with a serious tone.

suggestive - The moment the words leave your lips he is all over you. Whenever he sees your pervy side he can't help but wish to show you just how ravishing you are in his eyes. He will worship every inch of your body if you let him: how could you be complimenting him when you were that beautiful?

Lee Felix Yongbok

- The moment you flirt with him he is giggling before coming up with another topic to distract you from his red face. He'll act as if he didn't understand you but his blush gives him away. He will be lightheaded for a while afterwards, still giddy for that one remark.

Felix came up to the kitchen table with a batch of freshly made brownies, offering you a bite.

“Is it good?” He asked, his lovely eyes wide open and eagerly waiting for your answer.

“Aw, they're so sweet!” You answered after tasting them.

As he smiled, giddy, you couldn't help but tease him and add: “You're sweeter, though!”

Felix simply turned crimson: “Huh?”.

As if he hadn't changed skin colour he just took a brownies and asked once more, trying to change the topic: “Oh, so uhm did I put too much sugar?”.

Before you could answer or flirt with him any further he made what he thought was the best call: he stuffed his face with the brownies.

You weren't going to say anything more, if you risked having him choke on the dessert… Right?

“Do not forget the instructions,” a voice comes from the speaker, the volume a whisper in the dead of the night—low enough for a single person to hear.

The alleyway is dark except for the dim lighting, nobody would be able to notice the person engulfed by its shadows. “—What if they find out? Isn’t that a bit risky, Ma’am…”

There’s a sound of teeth clicking, most likely from biting one’s nail. “I’ll pay you twice the deal. Don’t you need the money?” she taunts, enticing.

There’s a lingering smell of cigarettes, despite it all—a heavy breath is taken. Shaky. Unsure. Tongue swiping over dry lips, wetting them in contemplation. “All right. I’ll do it.”

“Great. I’m looking forward to working with you,” the smirk is evident in her tone, the call ending shortly after with a loud beep.

However, it is deaf to the ears of passersbys, muffled with the soundtracks seeping from the company’s practice rooms.

—

You have a private rehearsal today. A debut showcase serving as your first actual public appearance, though cameras are off limits. You’re nervous, picking at the skin next to your nail.

The group is with you, currently waiting for the company’s van to drop by and pick them up. 

Felix is standing by you, his presence practically glued to you since the past few days. He’s chatting about something and you’re replying. Though, your mind is barely there. An itching feeling crawls at your back, stomach churning uncomfortably. What if you mess up?

“Yn-nie, yn!” he tugs at you, snapping you back in a blink. “You’re not listening, just nodding blankly.”

“Oh. Apologies, Lix.” you reply, wetting your crisp lips. He sighs, fingers threading through yours, grounding.

“Stressed?” he asks, softer as he studies your face. You nod, a hum thrumming out of your throat.

“I’m stressed as hell,” your voice is tight, knees oscillating back and forth. “What will I do? What should I do—”

“You’ll do great,” he assures, confident in how he smiles. “We practiced, you practiced. All that hard work, don’t think much about it. I know it’s hard the first few times.”

You don’t reply and he nudges you, trying a different approach. “Listen… even if you did mess this up, practically no one would know. No one outside of the venue, no cameras allowed. Remember?”

You grunt, side glancing at him. “You’re not helping,” you reply, though there’s truth to his words. It’s not like any clip of you failing is going to end up plastered on billboards. He chuckles when he notices a tinge of relief dyeing your features when you realize the cohesiveness of his reasoning. The van arrives shortly after, the members tugging their bags from the floor.

“Come on, let’s go.” he urges, using his hold on you to pull your unwilling body towards the vehicle.

—

You were with Felix. You were supposed to sit with Felix. But somehow, for whatever reason—you’re stuck in between a sleeping Jeongin and Han. Han Jisung who was acting like a shy boy. Jeongin is tired from last night, he spent the entire evening training his high notes for today’s performance. Finally grasping the opportunity to take a nap. Han had waved at you earlier, locked on his conversation with Minho when they both suspiciously glanced at you. You noticed it, eyes narrowing at them but Minho didn’t budge, instead shifted back to his conversation a few seconds after. Whereas Han, God-bless Han grinned the second your eyes met, waving at you before scratching his neck coyly when you returned the gesture skeptically.

Then Hyunjin totally stole Felix from you, snatched the blond away without much time to protest. He’s a row behind you, seated with Hyunjin and Minho. You looked back in betrayal earlier, squinting at the three of them with a click of tongue. Felix only smiled in defeat, Hyunjin too engrossed in his conversation to even bother—but Minho? He’s been acting weird, smiling smugly when you took in his expression.  He’s doing it on purpose, you’re sure of it—sure that he’s the one who ordered Hyunjin to steal your pillar of comfort. Since they are his little minions.

Choosing to ignore them and their annoyingly loud conversation. Minho laughs too deliberately, his ‘ha ha ha’ echoing in your ears. “Yah, Yongbokkie! Didn’t know that you were so funny?” he exclaims, Hyunjin clapping his hands in his cackles. You wonder how Jeongin is sleeping through that.

You grumble, slumping in your seat in irritation. Felix that traitor. He was just whining about not wanting to lose you the other day, now he’s playing in their plan at getting on your nerves. You turn to Han, opting to start a conversation with him instead when you feel a sudden kick at your back. Not hard. A thud, just enough to have you facing back.

None of them look at you, each feigning their innocence. Though, a smile threatens to crack on Hyunjin’s face, his shoulders attempting desperately to still themselves. The domino effects travel to Felix who is in the middle, his eyes plastered on his laps as his lips quiver up, pursuing them—clearing his throat. Minho’s poker face is unbeatable, and you don’t even bother to try and find the imperfections in his act. Deeply sighing, turning back to your original position. The second your voice hitch to talk to Han—it happens again.

This time clocking them, “Can you stop?”

“Stop what? What did we do?” Minho asks, quirking his brows up. You scowl.

Felix nearly melts at your scowl, inching forward, alas, he’s yanked back by Hyunjin. A detail one wouldn’t notice at first glance. He feels a tad bad for acting this way towards you, but your reactions are priceless.

“Kicking my cushion, stop it.” you reply, frown deepening.

“Are we now?" Hyunjin trails, tone still carrying that fake naivety. “You’re the one ignoring us, yn-nie. We are merely trying to get your attention.”

The scoff that leaves you is one of disbelief, unable to grasp their sense of logic. “You’re the ones who left me!” you whisper-shout, the words registering after they’ve already left your mouth. Too late to take it back. Assuming that they left you.

What are we? Is the real question.

Your lips press before they reply, the van abruptly hitting the brakes in traffic—getting thrown back onto Han. A surprised noise flying past your lips when his hands find you, steadying. “You good—?” he asks, his voice hitching when he takes in how close you are pressed to each other. You lift yourself up, palm resting on his thigh to aid your movements. “Yes, sorry…” you mutter, embarrassed.

If a stare could punch holes onto somebody’s skull. Minho’s would. He doesn’t say much, locked on yours and Han’s reaction to proximity, his mouth curving sideways in an annoyed habit. “Sungie,” he calls, catching the boy’s attention. His reaction is confused at first, unknowing of why Minho called for him, but he quickly catches on when he realizes he’s still handling you.

You’re unaware of what sort of conversation was shared between the two of them after whatever happened with you three, but Han’s reaction is immediate. Quickly scooting his attention to his phone; window; the leather of the seat before him instead of you. Anything but you.

“Okay,” you mumble, grimacing at the strange display of dominance. Just what is going on in this group? Bizarre now that you’re entangled in this mess. Though, you’re starting to get used to it. Maybe, it’s not too bad.

—

The venue is considerably big, meeting the requirements for a high energy event. There’s some people already waiting by the auditorium, checking their phones or chatting. Their attention drifts to the rest of you as you make it past the walkway to the private rooms in order to settle your belongings down. The group waves—a display of smiles and politeness, and the reactions from the public are immediate as they cheer on, urging forward frantically. The sole obstacles are the shield of security guards and the metallic barricade.

You’re not sure what to do when Hyunjin nudges you, leaning up close. “Say hi,” he whispers, grabbing your wrist; puppeting you to wave back at them. You smile. Awkward at that. The reactions are different from each individual, certain that you’ve received a good amount of dirty eyes from his public skinship with you. Snatching your wrist back, holding your arm close to your bag strap. Some do smile at you, and it’s enough to stab some hope through your never-ending overthinking.

You’re brought to the green room, the others warming up and stretching when you feel a pat on your shoulder. Turning to the side to meet a lady, probably in her forties staring right at you. There’s something in her gaze that you can’t quite catch on, though, there’s a hint of hostility you recognise.

“Do you need anything…?” you question when she doesn’t speak, eyes narrowing to the others.

She nods, offering you a smile that appears too sterile to be real. Too fake to escape your attention. “I am your official stylist. Come with me, please”

You’re uneasy. Nothing seems right.

However, she takes a hold on you before you can react—propping you inside a lone room. Away from everybody else. You’re blown off at how fast this happened and how nobody cared to ask for your opinion first.

“Wait—” you halt when she takes your bag from you, setting it down somewhere on a couch. “Isn’t this a rehearsal? I thought we had to perform in casual clothes.”

“I’ve already spoken to your manager,” she hushes you. “We need your proper measurements for the event. You need to stand out, miss.”

You swallow, still fishy about this but you relent. Letting her have her way with you as she takes out a dress. Your skin prickles, swallowing tensely as you take the dress from her. Walking off to the dressing stall. Her eyes don't leave you once the whole time, drawing out that sensation of discomfort from your body.

You hiss the curtain shut, watching her disappear from your eyesight. God, she’s creepy.

Her intentions aren’t clear in your mind, however you comply in fear of creating an unfavourable image towards the manager’s wish. Your shirt comes off, pants following suite as they drop on the floor. Pulling the dress over your head with struggle. It rucks at your chest, awfully tight. Too tight. You can’t breathe. It’s not even zipped.

You pivot before the mirror, angling your arm backwards in an endeavour at fastening the zipper. To no avail. You fail.

Exhaling heavily from your trials, beginning to give up and switch back to your casual clothing when the curtains are blown open. Your brows shoot, mouth hanging in shock in a rush to cover yourself despite being clothed. A sight of surprised vulnerability when you’re met with the woman. “Huh—”

“Time is limited,” she comments, stepping towards you. Closing the gap. “What’s the issue?”

Your lips press, nails digging in the fabric. “I don’t think the measurements are right,” you reply. Small.

She frowns, looking you up and down. “Have you gained weight?”

What?

You blink, unsure of what that could entail. The measurements are wrong. The possibility of your body being the issue hasn’t crossed your mind, and you’re quite certain that it isn’t the problem to address but the fact that she’s grabbing onto your shoulders, swiftly forcing you to turn on your heels.

A broken gasp leaves your throat when she pauses. Painfully aware of the marks painting the flesh of your back. The red and purple that has been itching to fade with the passing days. Shame sinks in. Oh.

She takes in a breath, searing panic rigids your limbs, anticipating the accusations that might escape her. The assumptions, blame, perhaps lash out and cause a scene. Yet, she says nothing. Fingers finding the sides of the fabric, squeezing them together to push the zipper upwards. Your muscles twitch anxiously under her touch, kicking the air from your lungs with how strained the threads enrobe your chest. “I can’t,” you strangle, the oxygen input limited.

“Beauty comes with a price,” she retorts, dusting your sleeves. “Endure it for now.”

—

Your steps are ragged, the clock on your phone edging closer to the start of the concert. Twisting the doorknob to be met with the members warming up. Felix is sitting by the door when you creak it open, his focus shifts on you, the rustle catching his hearing. “There you are—Oh.” he says, his attention immediately landing on your attire. “I didn’t know we were dressing up.”

You slump, shoulders defeated. “I know…” mumbling off to sit next to him.

“They should’ve told us, we could have worn matching stage fits.” he comments and you sigh. “They didn’t tell me either.”

Hyunjin passes you a water bottle, the plastic crumpling against your cheek when he nudges you with it. “It’s fine, you look great.” he says, crouching down.

You refuse the water, pushing it back into his hands. “That’s not the problem. I don’t think I’ll be able to drink water in this.”

“Why?”

“Tight. Can’t you see it’s too tight?” you bark, unwillingly snapping at him. He hums, “Tight you say,” repeating your words as he scans over your attire. You can sense Felix’s too, growing hot under their sudden gaze.

“Okay. Okay, stop.” you grumble, flicking both of their heads away. “No more staring.”

“Nothing we haven’t seen—owh, owh!” Hyunjin is cut off by a hand raking through his hair, yanking him backwards in a tug.

“No more talking,” Minho perks, his pupils shifting from Hyunjin to you. “Regardless of your outfit choice, we need to get on stage real soon. Are you all right? Can you move?”

“Barely,” you reply, shrugging. “I can manage, I guess.”

He quirks a brow, tsking. “Guessing won’t do. You’ve got to be sure.” He leans forward, his face hovering above yours. Too much proximity “Are you sure, yn? Will you be able to handle the pressure with everyone’s attention right on you?” his fingers trail up your jaw, fixing an earpiece inside your ear. You hadn’t even noticed he had one in hand. The skin burns where the contact is prominent. “Answer me.”

“Stop scaring her, Hyung. I’m getting chills,” Felix blurs in, earning an amused scoff from Minho.

“Hm, just making sure that she realizes every possible outcome for today,” he states, backing off. Your chest heaves shallowly, ribs straining against the fabric. A negligible breath. Chan announces something in the background, a buzz through Minho’s echoing words—signaling for the group to get ready.

Felix takes your hand, fingers curling around yours in a reassuring squeeze. Hoping to bring you back from your punching anxiety. “You got this,” he whispers, thumb brushing over your palm, lips tight in a gentle smile.

It’s time to go.

—

Their eyes are plastered on you. Fixed. Unmoving. Judging you the second you walked out there. The music hasn’t started yet, and it’s like the entire auditorium goes deaf. Not a sound except for your ragged, short breathing.

Nervous? You are.

This sensation of being out of place hits you. Your clothes, position—you’re center— and the fact that you’re the sole woman here. Ants crawl on your skin where a breeze flashes through the gaps, standing tightly for the music to hum in. To escape the ringing in your ears, and follow the guidelines of the beats.

Finally. Finally it begins.

You had underestimated how loud it’d be. Nothing resembling the echo of the practice room. The thumps bounce off the floor, struggling to get the first few steps in your panicking stance. Too stiff to flow along. Hyunjin brushes past you, hand clasping over his mic. “Easy, trust yourself—follow the beats.”

You’re trying. That was your starting goal.

Though, you find it when you’re drawn to the back of the choreo, analyzing the way they move, mimicking their steps until you get it right. As if you were still rehearsing, picturing the whole world out—just you and the mirror of the company waving your mind.

You get it.

Lining forward, you pray to seem confident even through your insecure movements. The act is strong, spiking when the crowd grows reactive. Cheering you on.

They are cheering you on.

A tug pulls at your lips, quirking up when the praises ring through despite the blasting in your earpiece. Glancing sideways to meet Minho’s gaze on you, his grin matching yours when you make eye contact, encouraging you. Gaining validation you hadn’t known you were seeking.

You almost forget the embrace of the fabric on your abdomen. Almost.

Almost forget all of your worries when it suddenly snaps. The fabric tearing is harsh, somehow harsher than any pitching scream. Feeling it before you see it. Before they can fully see it. An inaudible gasp flows out, cold air hitting your exposed skin, arms flying across your chest where the straps gave out. The zipper immediately rolls down, your exposed back meeting the venue’s atmosphere. Before you realize, you’re pushed behind. The members move to the front, continuing the performance where you’re shielded by Changbin’s body. Pretending that it was part of the play. Skimming amongst the infinite faces plaguing your vision. They haven’t noticed.

You mirror them the best you can, holding onto the thin threads. You’re getting passed around like a pivot, constantly hidden by someone else, amazed at how quick they clocked the malfunction. Setting a cruel distance of experience. Expecting the worst when the dance break arrives. You’re supposed to twist. You can’t. The suctions on your back are clear and visible on your skin. A silent thud collapses when Hyunjin’s back meets yours at the exact moment, putting himself as a shield to the public’s eye—improvising. “Go backstage,” he whispers, throwing his head back onto your shoulder. His knuckles brushes on your hips, steadying you before pushing you backstage.

You bolt there, being met with a few agitated staff as they rush towards you. Hyunjin follows, jogging his step inside, instantly striding closer. Pocketing something out. Pins. “I got it,” he tells the staff, watching them step away. Clicking his tongue. “That’s why you always need to bring pins.” he comments, holding up your straps, his tired pants puffing on your nape.

“How would I know…” you question, turning into a light whine when his thumb brushes over the coloured skin. He tuts, applying pressure just to tease you.

“Am I the only one you give this attitude to? So sweet to Felix, and quiet to hyung…” he mumbles. You huff, sucking in when he pulls on the material, trying his best to pin them together. “These are barely the right length. Did they have a child in mind when making this?”

See? You weren’t the problem.

“Enlighten me about it,” you rasp, a shudder coursing through when he takes his time to roll the zipper in place, fingers twitching. “Hyunjin… not now,” it comes off as weak, looking over at the staffs who seemed to have returned to their initial positions.

You need to rush back before people start talking. Show face, but he’s taking his sweet time to, fingertips lining your arms. “I love admiring the beauty of you. Can’t help it,” he purrs and you have to swat him off, your heartbeat picking at his nonsense. He smiles lovingly even with the heat painting his face. Heaving his hoodie off him, rolling it over your head instead. Snugging it on you without paying much mind to your complaints. “Keep it on.”

“But—” you interject but his finger finds your lips in a hush, shutting off any groans you might voice out. “People will see.”

“Let them. I’m only helping a member out,” he replies, taking in your wrist. “Solidarity.”

—

The rest of the performance goes by in a blur and the ride to the company is done in silence. For you, at least. You haven’t spoken once the moment you stepped in. Swapping seats with Han, you’re sitting by the window. Head bumping the edge every now and then. Dreading whether your brain was playing mind-games on you, and that people in fact noticed. Wearing Hyunjin’s hoodie publicly. You can only picture the ruckus waiting for you online. After all, people don’t care about the context. Sighing into your palms, utterly defeated. To say that it was going so well. Still in that dress, you were frantic to leave the venue—straight up scurried to the van before anyone could catch sight and interact with you. Talking about first impressions, completely butchered it up. You’ll change at the company, hand back the dress while cursing at the people who made it in your head. In your head. Right. Wishing in a world where you could do it outloud.

The others try talking to you, lift you up but you just aren’t in the mood for it. Nodding nonsensically to whatever they are sputtering, steps leading you upstairs without much thoughts except to free yourself from this suffocating space. Felix urges after you. You’re aware that he’s trailing your steps like a lost puppy, worried sick since this morning’s stunt. However, your nerves won’t let you rest and assure him that you’re okay. Because in fact—you aren’t, and it is written cohesively on your face.

Reaching for the green room, you snap it shut on everyone’s nose. Not sure if there was anyone behind you with how quick your pace was. You rub your palms from your temples to your cheeks, breathing a tad easier with the pins hanging the dress loosely. Throwing Hyunjin’s hoodie off, reaching for any sense of coolness to calm you down. There’s goosebumps on your skin, fingers easing the rising hair. Are you overreacting?

No. This is a plausible reaction.

Reaching for the back to undo the zipper, somehow still tight in a way that restrains your movements. Groaning when you can’t quite find the glinting metals either, he pinned them to your cloth on your back. There’s a knock at the door that nearly makes you jump, a deep contrast to how that lady lacked the tact to ask first before entering. The bare minimum.

“Yn?” the sound is muffled, repeating the syllables of your name with more assertiveness on the second try. Minho. Definitely Minho.

The soft-airy tone of his voice is unmistakable.

You debate answering, biting onto the inside of your cheeks. Eyes darting to your reflection shining off the mirror. Help is required, fully realising that. But…

“Are you changing?” he asks, hovering there for a moment. “I’ll come later then.”

Your brows pinch, hesitation churning your stomach, legs betraying you as they close the distance from the door. Fist enclosing around the doorknob. Not now. You think, twisting the cold metal ever-so-slightly. “Not now…”

A part of you wishes that he already disappeared by the time you open the door, though, a truer part of you knows that he wouldn’t have. Of course, he wouldn’t when you’re met with him face-to-face, all obstacles left snapping open. He seems unbothered, his casual expression adorning him until his eyes meet yours, pupils dilating insignificantly. It could have escaped your notice—if only you weren’t so entranced by him. Snapping you from your daze when he inches forward, making you stumble on your feet.

“Careful,” he says, holding onto your arm. Fingers digging in your flesh, and yet it doesn’t hurt. It burns. Overly conscious of how fast you just folded by his presence alone. “I thought you wanted out of this stupid dress?” he asks, not once looking away from your face, but it feels like he did. Heat travels across your body. Casual. He’s being casual and here you are having these reactions. Almost clocking the smirk that threatens to etch on his lips, a hint of smugness flashing in his eyes.

“I can’t take it off,” you mutter, coming off as weaker than intended. “—It’s tied too low… he tied it too low.”

He hums, kicking the door shut with a soft thud, his shoes screeching against the cold tiles. “He did?” He hints of Hyunjin, making you falter backwards till you’re hit with the couch. A small, inaudible noise squeezes out of your throat. “Let me help.” His forehead is awfully near yours, his own warmth seeping through the air, beads of sweat wetting your palms. He gives you a brief distance—a pretense of being considerate—moving over to the couch, making himself comfortable on the cushions with a light groan. Spreading his legs wide. Inviting. “Come here,” he instructs, index rolling in your direction. You obey. Heavens, you do without wavering. Gulping dry saliva when he pats his thighs. “Sit.”

Knees find themselves curling over his thighs, snug and comfortable despite your tense limbs. Trembling hands clasping on his shoulders, hovering your hips above his groin, not actually sitting. His knuckles brush your cheek, cradling your jaw in a caress. “Are you embarrassed?” he asks, coaxing the nod out of you. “About? Today or…” his fingertips dances, twitching further towards the pins on your back. “This?”

The relief that hits you as he undoes them is out of this world, shoulders slumping, breathing a period easier. “Today…” it’s shaky, light as a feather. His other arm envelopes your waist, encouraging you to rest properly.

“Don’t be,” he replies, deft digits dwelling on the metallic clasp, the edge digging into his thumb. “You did good. Better than you thank yourself for.” His focus is drawn to your lips, pressed so tightly in a thin line. A drop of hesitation remains. It’s your nature.

He likes it.

You don’t believe him, but his words unclench something in you. Letting go as the fabric drops. Revealing your shoulders to him, straps dropping from the released tension. “Minho…” your voice trips—however he swallows it before it stumbles completely—catching your mouth in his. His lips are soft on yours, slow and controlled. Much different to your quivering ones, the built up tension from today escalates into the kiss as you push onto him, fixing his spine straight to the cushions. He normally wouldn’t allow you, perhaps put a distance and have you beg for it. Though, he feels kind enough tonight. You need it. He needs you to need it. Him. Even with others in the picture—you’re melting for him right now.

He notices when the door creaks open. You don’t. Completely oblivious to it locking behind the approaching figures. Not bothering to pull his mouth away from yours, instead diving his tongue deep in your throat, regaining control of the kiss. His eyes are ajar when he meets the other pairs of eyes, unmatching your shut ones. It doesn’t last long when you take in a voice that isn't the one you’re swallowing.

“We’re doing this in here? Here we thought you were upset,” someone speaks, forcing your lids open. “We even brought you cake, for what? Hm?” Hyunjin grins from above, looking straight into your rounded pupils. You try to stand, to set a quick and careful distance—alas Minho is stronger than you, anchoring you back on him—exactly where he deems you belong.

“You’re interrupting,” he barks and Hyunjin perks a brow, lips jerking into a silly chuckle.

“As if you don’t like it,” he replies, playing with your loose hair. “Quit the act, hyung. Yongbok was missing Yn, isn’t that right?”

You hadn’t even taken the fact that Felix was sitting on the couch’s armrest, a growing shame setting in at being caught in the act. By the both of them. Nose nudges Minho’s shoulder as you bury yourself in his neck in an attempt to escape the humiliation. You’ll never get used to this. A fist buries in your hair, the grip cotton even while pushing your head back, “Why’d you stop? Continue, angel.” The low contrast of their tones has your chest shrinking and expanding, pulse endlessly thumping in your ears.

Minho finds you again, lips pressing close to yours, fingers dipping in your cheeks. Breaking the seam of your lips. “Don’t shy out now, you were confident just a second ago.” He says, “We’re all here for you, do you want that?” He asks, eyes searching for yours in any signs of discomfort. There’s a plea in them, but he needs you coherent and verbal. “Do you want it?” Hyunjin hovers behind, palms resting flimsily on your hips, anchoring you to earth. Or quite the opposite. You have never felt dizzier. You seek Felix, seeking any validation in his expression but he seems as eager as them. As you. His anticipating eyes twitching, wide and staring, as if he was holding back the best he can.

“I—yes,” you give out. Not like there was much fight to begin with. “I want it…want you.” it’s more of a breathless whine, a strangle to the nervous lump in your throat. “All three, want all three of you—”

Felix’s thumb brushes your cheek, a beat longer than he should, a linger that only his heart allows. “Only if you’re sure, yn-ie.”

“I am,” you voice out, leaning into his graze and he melts, growing molten from the simple act. “I’m sure, please.”

A kiss lands on your exposed back. Then a second time in smooth smooches, driving up your nape to your earlobe. Cold sweat breaks your skin. “Already begging. We haven’t done anything yet, muse.”

A faint whimper echoes when he bites on the sensitive flesh, rolling the chewy meat with his tongue. “Shh, people constantly walk around here.”

This shouldn’t turn you on the way it did. The rationality left in you screams that it’s a horrible idea—especially after today. You never know who’s lurking. Any sense of caution crumbling into dust when lips seal themselves around yours once again, Minho’s tongue licking at your opened mouth. There's a grip on your face, swiftly pushing your head facing the other side to collide with someone else's mouth, a faint taste of adoration and gums coating the plushness of him. You lap at him, obsessed with how sweet he is on your tastebud. Minho's teeth nip at your exposed neck and you have to thread your fingers through his hair, begging for him to show enough mercy and not leave his imprints behind. “No marks–” you heave out, muffled by the smacking of Felix's lips against yours.

Minho hums, his eyes meeting Hyunjin's behind you, a silent agreement passing through as they share a hidden grin. Soon, firm palms dig onto your hips, holding you off Minho's lap. Dizzy with how fast you end up on the floor, propped up by Hyunjin's chest, gifting you with leverage. You're flushed against him when he slips your dress off entirely. Absently throwing the ruined fabric in a corner. Heavy stares land on your figure, eating you from the inside, legs curling up instinctively but Felix holds you open on one side. “No hiding,” he whispers, tilting your chin upwards to shove his tongue inside your pink warmth yet again. “Need to see all of you.”

The breath you suck in is sinful, stomach contracting under Minho's caress on your skin. Hyunjin swiftly unclasps the metal of your bra, the material hanging loosely as Hyunjin doesn't bother to take it off before attaching his affection back on you; kissing the curve of your neck to your spine, licking at the sweat bead that rolls down your back in a hot long stripe. Unlike Hyunjin, Minho is focused on getting rid of the hindrance, fingers curling onto the straps, urging your arms up to get it off. The cool air hits your nipples, hardening the nubs, inviting to the lips that wrap around them.

You can barely keep up. They are everywhere.

Polished nails graze your flesh, raking lightly on their path trailing to the edge of your panties, unnoticing till they’re rolled down. Hyunjin subtly lifts your lips; Minho manoeuvres your legs up to take them off completely before returning his misery onto your chest, teeth nipping just below your ribs. Felix gives your mouth rest, smothering pecks down your body. Your face is hunched to the side, Hyunjin’s lips replacing the kiss. Breathless—not given any chance of catching a whiff of oxygen. He’s slower—sensual, licking at the seam of your mouth, thumb brushing and guiding your jaw to relax. “Open,” he mumbles against you, parting the soft tissues for his wet muscle to prod in. His eyes half-lidded the whole time, taking in your closed ones in tender infatuation.

His bulge presses to the curve of your ass, safely nested underneath each of your involuntary grinds. Offering you each of his inaudible moans.

Felix lowers on the floor, his palms glued to the suppleness of your thighs, keeping them open for him to find comfort between. Hips twitching in reflex when his breath ghosts over your folds, the bulb’s light scorching hot on your nerves. Fully naked next to their clothed bodies. Vulnerable. You let it—especially when he kisses the inside of your thighs like he missed it. Missed having you like this. Missed you. “Lix—” you whine out but he hushes you with a gentle squeeze. “Baby, shh. Keep quiet f’me,” he says with a stupid-dumbfounded smile painted across his face, smiling too brightly. As if he was in love with you. He might be—finally getting a stripe of your slick, blazing mouth wrapping around your clit.

Head jerking back on Hyunjin’s shoulder. His hand clasping over your mouth when a guttural moan threatens escape, muffling your pleas of pleasure. Lashes blinking open, meeting the waves in his. Endless thoughts drift whenever he sees you like this—flushed, broken gasps in your battle at keeping awake—splatters of colours painting the pleasure designing your features. Something beautiful on the brink of getting ruined.

Felix’s assault returns in a flash as his tongue inches down. You’re soaked. Slick pooling at his chin whenever he takes a slurp. Eyelids shutting in contentment, he’s never been happier. The tip of his muscle prodding at your hole with Minho’s helping digits parting your folds. Legs tipping close if it wasn’t for Felix’s hold on your legs pinning you to the harsh floor. Tongue gathering your fluids, pushing inside with a shaky exhale at your taste. His pupils almost roll back with how he won’t ever get used to how addictive you are. Fighting the urge not to moan out merely from the sensation of your walls clamping down on him.

“Good?” Minho whispers, and you’re not certain if he’s talking to you or Felix with the look of euphoria scrunching his brows. Either way—Minho’s thumb finds your sensitive nub, tapping it gently, knuckles brushing on the hood. Teasing. Hands squirming on your sides, unbeknownst of where to touch, what to grab. Later finding solace in Minho’s silky strands as he tweaks your nipples with his free hand. His thumb rubs circles on your clit along with Felix’s unrelenting devotion, drawing you embarrassingly closer to the edge. Throat contracting in a choke when he trails downwards, flicking his fingertip right above Felix’s tongue. His smirk touches your neck in a kiss, tickling just below your ear. “Don’t get us in trouble,” he warns, Felix catching the hint and separating from you briefly in a silent whine. Minho replaces the tongue with his fingers, thrusting in without much head-ons.

The sound that squelches out of you is obscene, the noise colliding onto the room’s corners. “Hear how wet you are for us? Such a greedy girl,” he coos, voice soft in a woo compared to the mean pace of his fingers. Your hips jerks violently, teeth stabbing onto your lower lips, certain that it might draw blood. Nose crunching in a beg of kindness when he spreads your hole open with a scissor of his fingers, making space for Felix’s returning ministrations. The back of your hand colliding on your mouth when Hyunjin takes hold of your jaw, forcing you to keep your eyes on Felix the whole time.

Your orgasm hits you like a tide, heels clamping against the tiles, head shaking as you bite onto your skin—milking Minho’s fingers with your creamy release. Riding it out on Felix’s overworking tongue, drinking all of you in with profound eagerness till you’re shaking from overstimulation, thighs violently trying to close the distance; whimpering soft ‘no’s under your breath. “Enough, Felix.” Minho says, lifting Felix’s head from your warmth. The pink of him is peeking out of his mouth, matching the rosiness of his cheeks. “Mhm, sorry…” he grins, his voice hoarse, chin glistening in you. He kisses you. Light. Barely there, just a peck.

“Turn her over,” Minho instructs, grips flying to your limbs nearly instantly. Hyunjin pushes you forward, moving you to your knees, tracing each of your curves amorously. “So pretty,” he mutters, shifting to your front where you lay on your palms. Minho is behind you, his hard on pressing dangerously to the crescent of your rear. Hyunjin brushes the messy strands of hair sticking to your skin, slow in his movement, eyes glued to yours. You whine, growing mellow under his heavy gaze. “Hyune…” you hitch, vision tracing his body till it lands on the heavy strain in his pants. His grin tilts, perking into a smirk as he follows your attention, hand leaving your face to palm himself in a tentative squeeze. “You want it?”

You nod feverishly and he lets out a light chuckle, guiding your head to him with a hold on your hair. He mushes your face to the erection, uncaring of your tiny whimper. “Make a mess on my pants,” he rasps, biting his lip when you tip your tongue on the tent’s outline. Saliva drooling on him. “Fuck... Who knew you were such a dirty girl?” His grin is smug despite the twitch in his frown, fighting for self-control. His words have you hot, bothered. A flutter coiling in a tight knot. An emotion of coyness would have washed over if it wasn’t with Minho’s hips grinding on your cunt. “Oh…” you rag, the blunt press of his clothed erection nudging your clit. “Please,” you mutter, a blabber.

But he picks on. He always does. “Please what?” Minho asks, surging forward with a roll on your cunt. “Please you want cock?” he taunts, his tone broken in tight airflow. Your head moves, nodding without much thought. “Where? Your mouth… or this pussy?” his thumb runs past your labia, coating his pad with your wetness, earning a failure of a gasp when he teases inside. Hyunjin’s own thumb swipes over the plush of your lower lip, barely tipping inside. “Answer him, love. Where do you want it?”

“Both,” it’s small. Meek. If you weren’t in such a risky position, they’d have you screaming it out. However, the inappropriateness of it only adds to their satisfaction. “What about Yongbok—Felix? You’re going to leave him out?” Hyunjin pities and you blink at Felix who's sitting right by you on the floor, propping himself on his palms. You shake your head, not in the right state of mind. Poor Felix. Your poor Felix. “No… Never.”

Not again. At least.

“Aww, she likes you.” Hyunjin shifts to Felix, bringing him to his knees. “Then… you’re going to have him first, right yn?” he’s behind the blond, arms snaking around his waist, putting on a show by unbuckling his belt. “He’s been so good to you, yn.” he coos, reaching for his zipper. Slipping his pants off. “Just look. Look at how hard you’ve made him, he’s leaking all over his underwear.”

Felix whines, out of breath, when Hyunjin rubs on his head through his boxers, smearing the precum coating the fabric. “Hyung…”

Hyunjin soothes him in a hush, tugging at the edge of his boxers. “Come on, tell yn to suck you off,” he says right by his ear, the hair on Felix’s nape coming to life in a goosebump. “You heard her—she’d never leave you out.”

“Wah, Hwang Hyunjin. Where’d you learn this from?” Minho scoffs from behind, his cock fattening impossibly at the act before him. Hyunjin nearly rolls his eyes, clicking his tongue. “I wonder.”

This is absurd. The entirety of it, but you still fixate on Felix. Waiting for the words to give out of him. His ears burning red, freckles coating your vision like stars in the night sky. Minho urges him. You? The both of you by tilting your face towards his bulge, encouraging. He swallows, “Blow me off, please— Need your mouth,” relenting, watching the relief washing on your features. As if you’ve been dying for him to ask you that.

You were.

Fumbling fingers find the edge of Felix's boxers, hooking them off in a rush. Met face-to-face with his aching cock, the tip flushes crimson, beads of precum falling at the tip. Mouth watering at the sight. “Open,” Minho asserts from behind, your mouth parting as an answer. Felix's tip rises to your lips, coating them in him, a soft groan escaping his throat when you envelop the crown in your wet warmth. “Shit, shit. So good. Feels so—” he blurts but is cut off by Hyunjin's fingers pushing inside his mouth. Shutting him off completely. Humping Felix's ass in a hope of relief. A groan of your own vibrates onto his cock when Minho presses against your entrance. Heavy cock tapping onto your clit before driving back, lubing himself. He pushes you onto Felix's cock, stuffing your mouth full of him when he suddenly rams into you—knocking the oxygen out of your lungs. Waterline filling, vision blurring at the abruptness of it. Nails scratching the floor in a screech. Minho curses, stilling inside for a second. Catching himself.

Felix bites onto Hyunjin's fingers, eyes rolling back when you gag on him, throat squeezing him tight. Low voice echoing on the lengthy digits as drool pools down his chin. Hyunjin hums behind him, his grinding growing persistent, resulting in Felix shallowly thrusting into your mouth.

Minho's on the verge of pulling out when the doorknob twists. The sound thrumps in your eardrums. Booming.

It twists. Once. Twice.

The four of you freeze. There's a shuffle on the other side, then a knock. “Is anyone inside? Hello?” the voice recognizable.

Chan.

It's fucking Chan on the other side.