#dark sieun

“I didn’t realize how late it got,” you said, already reaching for your bag. “I should head out.” You moved to step past him, but Suho blocked your path with his pool stick, the sharp crack of it hitting the table making you flinch. Your pulse jumped. His voice came next, smooth and eerily measured, like he enjoyed the sound of each word too much. “Do you know Sieun likes you?”

A sharp inhale. “Wait—what?” you asked, your voice barely above a murmur. Suho tilted his head, his expression unreadable in the half-light. “Wait. Are you really so stupid you can’t see how much he likes you?” Each word sank in slow and deep. Goosebumps chased down your arms. “Of course I didn’t know!” you snapped, anger flaring. “And why are you calling me stupid?”

Suho’s smile was tight. He always remembered your favorite drinks. He asked about your day even when you forgot his. He showed up when your heart was breaking over someone else.’ His voice didn’t crack. It didn’t even waver. Each sentence more like a judgment than a memory. Just facts delivered in a tone so smooth it scraped. Resentment didn’t need volume. It was there in the silences, in the way he never looked at you when he spoke. 

You swallowed hard. “That’s… what friends are supposed to do, Suho.” He took a step closer. The space between you felt charged, dangerous. “You should ask him out,” he said, soft but firm. Your stomach twisted. “I don’t like Sieun like that.” Suho’s gaze hardened. “If you know what’s good for you, you should.”

A chill ran down your spine. What the hell? You grabbed the pool stick, shoving it aside with more force than necessary. “I don’t like being threatened,” you hissed. “And for the sake of this friendship, I’m going to forget this ever happened.” You didn’t wait for a response. You walked out, the echo of your footsteps too loud in the empty hall. But as the door swung shut behind you, you couldn’t shake the feeling that Suho wasn’t done.

You didn’t realize you were standing frozen in the middle of the hallway until Sieun’s hand waved in front of your face. “You good?” he asked, his brow furrowing. You opened your mouth to answer but then you felt it. Arms sliding around your shoulders from behind, pulling you back against a solid chest. Your body locked up, breath catching. Suho. “Hey,” his voice was smooth, too close to your ear. “I haven’t seen you in a while.” You turned your head just enough to meet his gaze. His smile was easy, pleasant but his eyes were dark, unreadable. Like he was waiting for something. Like he knew you’d been avoiding him.

You forced a laugh, brittle. “Oh, sorry. Just been busy with school stuff.” Sieun opened his mouth to speak, but Suho cut in, his tone light, almost playful. “Huh. That’s weird.” He tilted his head, feigning thought. “I can’t remember us having any projects or exams lately.” A beat of silence. Your pulse thudded in your throat. “I—I meant, like, after school lessons and stuff,” you stammered. “Oh.” Suho’s fingers flexed against your shoulders, his thumbs pressing in just a little too hard as he massaged the tension there. “That makes sense.”

Sieun’s eyes flicked between you, his expression unreadable. He didn’t say anything, but the way he watched you like he was noticing something off but couldn’t place it. It made your skin prickle. You let out a nervous laugh. “Okay, let’s head to class.” You shrugged Suho’s hands off, stepping forward a little too quickly, putting space between you. Behind you, you heard him sigh long, exaggerated, like he was amused. Like this was all some game. The walk to class was silent. But the moment you sat down, you felt it again the weight of eyes on you. Heavy. Unblinking.

You turned. Suho was already staring. Your breath hitched. His expression was blank, but his gaze sharp, calculating locked onto yours like a predator watching prey. A slow, knowing smirk curled at the corner of his mouth. You whipped your head back around, heart hammering. You hadn’t realized until now just how scary he could be.

Suho’s eyes didn’t stay on you for the whole class and against all logic calmed your nerves. Maybe you’d overreacted. Maybe he was just being a good friend to Sieun, looking out for him. The thought settled in your chest like a weight lifting. See? Nothing to worry about. “Okay, that’s all for today. See you all Monday,” Mrs. Jung said, already halfway out the door.

You slumped in your seat, exhaling. All you wanted was to go home, bury yourself under blankets, and forget the last few days ever happened. But fate had other plans. A tap on your shoulder made you jump. Sieun stood there, grinning sheepishly. “Oh, you’re stuck here too?” You smiled back, relief flickering until movement behind him caught your eye.

Suho. He strode in, broom in one hand, mop in the other, his usual easygoing smirk in place. “Looks like we’re all stuck here,” he said, tossing the broom to you with a lazy flick of his wrist. You caught it on instinct, your fingers tightening around the handle. Suho turned to Sieun. “Let’s move the tables out of the way.” No lingering stares. No loaded comments. Just… normal. You let out a breath you didn’t realize you’d been holding. Maybe things really are okay.

Cleaning duty turned into something almost fun. Sieun started it dunking a chalk-stained eraser into the water bucket and flicking droplets at you. You gasped, feigning outrage, before retaliating with a swipe of your dust rag. Suho laughed, as he shoved a desk aside with exaggerated effort.

“You two are terrible at this.” “Says the guy who’s just pushing chairs around,” you shot back, grinning. He clutched his chest in mock offense. “I’m creating space. It’s essential labor.” Sieun snorted, tossing a wadded-up paper ball at him. Suho dodged, but not fast enough, it bounced off his shoulder. For a moment, it was easy. Just three friends goofing off, the tension from before dissolving like chalk in water. You let yourself relax.

The laughter died down as you finished up. Sieun wiped the last chalkboard clean while you stacked chairs, humming under your breath. You saw movement at the edge of your vision. Suho was watching you again. Your breath hitched. He didn’t look away. Just tilted his head, slow, considering, like he was memorizing the way your fingers gripped the chair legs.

A beat too long passed before Sieun’s voice cut through the silence. “Done!” He clapped his hands together, oblivious. “Let’s get out of here.” Suho blinked and just like that, the moment shattered. You brushed it off, pretending it was just your imagination. He slung an arm around Sieun’s shoulders, grinning. “Yeah. Let’s go.”

Sieun's question should have been innocent. Just another after-school hangout, nothing unusual. "Hey, you guys wanna stop by my place before you head home? My dad's not home." Suho didn't hesitate. "Oh, let's go!" His grin stretched too wide, his teeth just a little too bright under the fluorescent street lights. Eager. Like he'd been waiting for the invitation.

Like he already knew the answer. You swallowed hard, forcing a smile. Just an hour, you told yourself. Then you'll leave. "Nice!" Suho yelled, loud enough that a few strangers on the street turned to stare. Sieun laughed, shaking his head, and you let out a breathless chuckle.

The walk to Sieun’s apartment was too short. The elevator ride up, too quiet. The only sound was the mechanical hum of the lift. You watched the numbers climb on the display *3... 4... 5* your reflection warped in the metal doors. Behind you, Suho leaned against the railing, smiling at you. Sieun unlocked the door, stepping aside to let you both in. The apartment was dim, the curtains half-drawn, slicing the afternoon light into narrow, dusty stripes. You moved toward the couch, your shoes sinking into the floorboard, already calculating how quickly you could leave without seeming rude.

"Ready?" Sieun's voice, low, from behind you. Suho hummed in response. A soft, satisfied sound. Your stomach dropped. Ready for what? You started to turn then a hand clamped over your mouth. Roughly, the palm was warm, the fingers splayed just so the thumb was pressing into the hinge of your jaw, fingers curling behind your ear, holding you in place like you were something fragile. Something to be handled carefully. The cloth came next, pressed against your nose and lips. Damp. Sweet-smelling, like artificial cherries, like children’s cough syrup.

Your lungs burned as you sucked in a startled breath—No!?. You thrashed, elbows jabbing backward, nails scraping at the arm locked around your ribs. But whoever held you—Suho? Sieun?—was stronger than they looked. Their grip tightened, crushing you against their chest like a lover’s embrace. You could feel their heartbeat through your back steady, unhurried. "Shhh," a voice murmured in your ear. Lips brushed the shell of it, the word curling into you like smoke. "Just sleep."

Your vision tunneled. The room tilted. The last thing you saw was the ceiling fan above the couch, its blades turning lazily, casting wobbling shadows over the walls. Somewhere, distantly, you heard laughter. Like this was all a game. Then the darkness swallowed you whole.

Your ears were ringing when your eyes first fluttered open. A dull, static hum filled your skull, your thoughts slow and syrupy. Where am I? The room came into focus in pieces, the white wall, the too-bright overhead light and the scent of lemon disinfectant. And then your eyes found Suho. He sat across from you in a wooden chair, elbows resting on his knees, chin propped in his hands. Watching. A smile curled at the edges of his mouth when he saw your eyes focus. "Suho?" Your voice cracked. "What's going on?" 

“You should’ve done what I told you.” His voice was calm. Like he was talking about something mundane. But beneath that softness was something sharp, waiting to cut. "Do what?" Your mind was still fogged, your tongue thick in your mouth. He didn’t answer right away. Just tilted his head, studying you the way someone might examine a butterfly pinned under glass. "I wasn’t honest with you last time we were alone," he said finally. That caught your attention. "Sieun isn’t the only one who likes you." A pause. "I do too." Your stomach lurched.

"We were trying to figure out our dilemma," he continued, tapping his temple in mock thought. "And then we went—oh!" His eyes lit up, like he'd just remembered something delightful. "We could share you." A cold sweat prickled down your spine. "But you being so dumb couldn’t notice the way we changed acting towards you." He leaned forward, elbows pressing into his knees, close enough now that you could see the flecks of gold in his dark eyes. Close enough that you could smell the mint gum on his breath.

"Suho, whatever you're thinking—let’s not," you begged, your voice thin. "Please." A hum from beside you. Your head snapped to the side and there was Sieun, sitting so close his thigh pressed against yours. You hadn’t even noticed him. His hand settled on your leg, fingers rubbing slow, soothing circles into your jeans. Trying to ease your nerves. It wasn’t working. "Fuck this," you hissed, lurching to your feet. "I’m leaving."

Suho moved faster than you expected. One second, he was in the chair the next, he was blocking your path, his body crowding yours. "Nah, babe," he murmured. "Sit back down."

"No, Suho, I’m leaving—"

"You don’t like to listen, do you?"

His hands tangled in your hair yanking you. You screamed, the pain sharp and sudden, your scalp burning as he shoved you backward. You crashed onto the couch, landing half in Sieun’s lap. His arms wrapped around you instantly, pulling you tight against his chest. "Shhh, it’s okay," Sieun whispered into your hair. "It’s okay." He glared at Suho over your head. "I thought we were going to play nice. So she could be comfortable." Suho rolled his shoulders, rubbing the back of his neck like he was the one who’d been wronged. "Well, she doesn’t like to listen."

"I’m sorry," Suho said, ducking his head, suddenly sheepish. The whiplash of it made your head spin. Sieun squeezed you. "See? He said he’s sorry. You should forgive him." "Forgive him?!" You shoved yourself upright, scrambling off Sieun’s lap. "Whatever this shit is, I don’t want any part of it. Let me go home. My mom—" "It’s 6 PM," Sieun interrupted, nodding toward the wall clock. "Your mom won’t be home for another three hours." Your blood turned to ice. "How do you know that?"

"Well, babe," Sieun sighed, his voice dripping with false patience. "We've been friends for over a year. You really think I don't listen when you nag about your mom always coming home late?" The air left your lungs. His smile had vanished. In its place was disappointment, edged with something darker.

"And babe? I don’t like it when you lie." Your mouth opened. Nothing came out. "We just wanted to show you how much we like you," he continued, his voice softening into something almost tender. "How perfect we’d be together." His hand rose, fingers brushing your jaw too gentle for the way your pulse was rabbiting in your throat. Then his grip tightened, tilting your face toward his.

You shoved at his chest. "Don’t—"His other hand snapped to the back of your head, fingers tangling in your hair, yanking. Your lips met his in a hard, bruising kiss. You stayed frozen, your body rigid until you felt hands on your hips, dragging you backward.

Suho. He hauled you into his lap, his breath hot against your ear. "See?" he murmured, his arms locking around your waist like a vise. "This isn’t so bad." Sieun pulled back just far enough to look at you. His thumb swiped over your bottom lip, wiping away the sting of the kiss. "You’ll get used to it."

Your hand cracked against Sieun's wrist, slapping him away with a violence that surprised even you. The room froze. For one suspended second, there was only the sound of your ragged breathing then Sieun's expression darkened, something primal uncoiling behind his eyes. "I was being so sweet with you," he murmured, voice dripping with false calm. "So gentle. Knowing how fragile you are."

His fingers flexed. "But it looks like you like it rough, huh, babe?" The slap came fast a starburst of pain across your cheek, snapping your head to the side. Your lips stung, throbbing where your teeth had cut into them. Behind you, Suho let out a low, delighted laugh, his breath hot against your ear.

"Oooh, you got him mad," he teased, fingers already working at the buttons of your shirt, slow and deliberate, like he was unwrapping something precious. "Now you’re really in for it." You squeezed your eyes shut, but you could still feel Sieun watching you could picture the way his gaze tracked Suho’s hands as they parted the fabric, exposing you inch by inch.

A gift being unveiled just for him. The last button gave way. Suho peeled the shirt from your shoulders with a reverence that made your skin crawl, his lips brushing the curve of your bare shoulder. "See?" he whispered. "Isn’t this better?" You turned your face away, refusing to look at Sieun. Refusing to give him the satisfaction. But he caught your chin anyway, forcing your gaze back to his. His thumb swiped over your bruised lip, smearing the blood. "You’ll look at me." he said softly.

Suho's voice slithered through the charged air, saccharine and sharp as broken glass. "Come on, baby. Stand up for me." You didn't want to be slapped again. Your body moved before your mind could protest, muscles obeying out of sheer animal instinct. You stood on trembling legs, turning deliberately away from them both. The front door swam in your vision ten feet of scratched wood and peeling paint that might as well have been a mile away.

A warm hand slid around your waist from behind, pulling you flush against Suho's chest. His lips found the delicate shell of your ear. "Don't even think about it," he murmured, fingers digging into your hipbone hard enough to bruise. "I'd catch you before you made it two steps." His other hand trailed up your spine. "And then I'd fuck you against that door so hard the neighbors would hear."

Behind you, Sieun let out a soft, approving hum. Your reflection stared back at you from the darkened television screen wide-eyed, disheveled, bracketed between their bodies. A fly caught in honey. Suho's teeth grazed your shoulder. "Be good," he whispered. "You know how much better it feels when you're good." Sieun reached around to unzip your skirt.

The skirt pooled at your ankles like a fallen curtain. Suho crouched behind you, his fingers hooking into the waistband of your panties with deliberate slowness. The elastic stretched taut, then slackened as he inched the fabric downward not ripping, not tearing, but peeling, like he wanted to savor every millimeter of exposed skin. "Look at you," Sieun murmured walking to the front of you, his voice thick with something that made your stomach twist. His hands framed your face, forcing your gaze to stay locked on his. "So pretty like this."

The air was too cold against your bare thighs. Suho’s breath was too hot where it ghosted over the small of your back. "Shhh," he soothed, as if he could feel the tremors wracking your body. His thumbs pressed into the dimples above your hips. "We’ll take care of you." Sieun’s eyes met yours, "You’re ours now," he said, like it was the simplest truth in the world.

Suho had retreated to the couch, his weight making the old leather creak as he settled back to watch. Sieun’s hands guided you down with a gentleness that didn’t match the way your knees hit the hardwood. The sharp jolt of pain wringing a whimper from your throat. The floorboards were cold under your knees.

"Oh, baby," Suho cooed from the couch, his voice syrupy with mock concern. "That sounded like it hurt." You kept your eyes fixed on the floor on the scuff marks in the wood, the dust gathered in the grooves. Anything but them. Then came the click of a belt buckle. The hiss of leather sliding free. Sieun tossed it aside, the sound of it hitting the wall too loud in the quiet room. His fingers found your face again, tilting your chin up with terrifying familiarity.

Your vision filled with him his flushed skin, the way his fist moved over himself, slow and slick. "Come on, baby," he murmured, thumb brushing your lower lip. "Let’s put that mouth to work." "Sieun, I—I don’t know what to—" "Wait!" Suho’s sudden bark made you flinch. He sat forward, eyes alight with something giddy. "You’re a virgin?" A moment. Then your tiny, soft voice "Yes." Suho’s grin split his face. "Woah. You really were made for us." He turned to Sieun, laughing. "Cause this idiot’s a virgin too. Couldn’t stop talking about how he wanted his first time to be with you." His gaze slid back to you, dark. "And now it’s about to happen."

Sieun’s breath hitched with embarrassed or excited, you couldn’t tell. "Wait, I should record this—" Suho lunged for his phone. "No—" "No what?" His voice went sharp. "We need to save this moment forever." He propped the phone against the TV, the red recording light blinking like a predator’s eye. "Back to me," Sieun ordered, fingers tightening in your hair.

Your gaze flicked up just in time to see the hunger in his eyes as he guided himself to your mouth. The first touch of skin to your lips made him whimper. "Oh, god—" Behind you, Suho’s laugh was low, thrilled. "Yeah," he breathed. "This is perfect."

Sieun's inexperience showed in the way his hips stuttered. No rhythm, no control, just the frantic, animal need to take. His fingers twisted tighter in your hair, forcing your head back at an angle that made your jaw ache. "Oh God, I love watching you like this—" His voice was breathless, wrecked. "On your knees for me." Behind you, the couch creaked under Suho's shifting weight. The slick, rhythmic sound of skin on skin filled the spaces between Sieun's choked-off moans. "God… look at you." Suho's words came out in a whimper, high and reedy. "I could watch this all night." Sieun’s thrusts slowed, turned uneven.

"Getting close already?" Suho teased, but his own voice was thick with want. Sieun didn’t answer. Just groaned, his grip on your hair turning vicious. "That feels so fucking good… I can’t hold it—" And then he was coming with a choked-off grunt, hips jerking forward, forcing himself deeper as he spilled into your mouth. "God—yes, I’m coming… fuck—" His fingers tightened, yanking your head back just enough to meet your gaze. "Don’t spill a single drop."

The command slithered down your spine. Across the room, Suho let out a shaky sigh. "Perfect," he whispered. "You’re doing so perfect." The praise felt worse than the violence.

He slipped out of my mouth, you gasped for air only for Sieun to pat your head like a well-trained pet before turning you toward Suho. Suho’s gaze was molten, his jaw tight, his entire body coiled like a predator ready to strike. He looked at you like he wanted to ruin you. "I know I look good like this," he said, voice rough, "but come lay on the couch. I need to work you open." A smirk. "And I doubt Sieun knows how to eat a pussy properly. You’re in for a treat."

Sieun fingers brushed your hip. "Can’t fuck you without getting you wet first. Poor thing would break apart and we don’t want that, right, love?" Like it was the simplest thing in the world. You let yourself be guided onto the couch, thighs pressed together in some last, futile attempt at modesty. Suho tsked, gripping your knee and yanking your legs apart with a single, brutal motion. "None of that."

His gaze raked over you in a hungry and ravenous before his fingers traced your most sensitive skin, feather-light, just enough to make you shiver. "Oh, God," you whimpered. "Barely started, and you’re already falling apart?" He chuckled, dark and low, before pressing a kiss to your inner thigh. Then another, lower. His breath, hot and damp, right there. You looked down. He looked up. Held your gaze as he smirked then licked a slow, deliberate stripe up your clit.

Your breath caught and not just from the contact, but from the way Suho looked up at you while he did it. Like he was studying you. Like he was waiting to see the exact moment you’d break. The moment you’d stop pretending you didn’t want this. Sieun sat beside him now, lounging where Suho had been at the start. One leg crossed over the other, fingers brushing his lower lip, his gaze heavy on your naked skin. Watching. You tried to close your legs. Suho growled, low and dark, his hands tightening around your thighs. “Don’t,” he warned, dragging his mouth back against you, unhurried, deliberate. Tongue slow and cruel. “Don’t even think about it. Keep them open.”

You whimpered. “Wait—please, I don’t—”

Sieun’s voice cut through like a thread pulled taut. “Aw, are you overwhelmed already? ”

“She’s soaking,” Suho muttered, lips brushing slick skin. “Look at you. Trembling like a whore but pretending to be shy.” You turned your face into the couch cushion, heat flooding through you. Suho’s fingers flexed, lifting your hips like you weighed nothing. “Open.” A pause. “Wider.” His voice dropped, gravel-rough. “You don’t want to make me say it again.” You hesitated, lips parted in a breath you didn’t realize you was holding. Then, slowly you let your thighs fall open, exposing yourself with a tremble that said more than any word ever could.  “Good girl,” Suho said, mock-sweet, a vicious edge behind the praise. “That’s better. I’ll teach you manners next. You’ll be thanking me before I’m done.”

His mouth returned. His pace rougher now, merciless. Tongue circling, pressing, flattening and your body betrayed you. You moaned, broken and high, fingers clawing the cushion like it could ground you. “No,” you gasped. “I don’t want—this isn’t—” But your voice cracked at the end. Suho didn’t stop. He licked deeper, harder, drawing sounds from you you’d never made before.

And still Sieun said nothing. He sat back in the chair, legs spread, hand wrapped around himself, slow and deliberate. He didn’t rush because he didn’t need to. Watching you fall apart under Suho’s mouth was enough. The way your thighs trembled, the way your moans filled the room. His gaze never left your face, even as his fist pumped lazily, thumb grazing the tip every time you whimpered like you weren’t soaked for it. “That’s it,” he murmured, voice low and cruelly soft. “Let him ruin you while you pretend you’re not loving every second.” His smile twisted. “Don’t worry, my love. You’ll scream for me next.” 

You tried to hold onto something, the edge of the couch, the fabric of your own discarded shirt anything to anchor yourself against the rising tide of sensation. You were a virgin, but you recognized the telltale signs: the tightening in your belly, the way your thighs trembled, the dizzying rush of blood between your legs. Suho noticed. Of course he did. "Oh, baby," he murmured against your skin, his lips brushing your inner thigh. "Are you close?" His fingers worked faster, rubbing tight circles over your clit before sliding two fingers inside you, pumping in a relentless rhythm. "Should I slow down? Or speed up?"

Your body arched off the couch, elbows digging into the cushions as you tried to twist away but then Sieun was there, his chest pressing flush against your back, his arms locking around you like steel bands. “Shhh,” he murmured, his breath damp against your ear. One hand slid up your ribcage, but there was no gentleness in his touch just heat. A sharp tug, a vicious sound of tearing fabric, and the front clasp of your bra snapped open under his grip. The cups fell apart like they never stood a chance, fabric splitting as if your body had no right to hide from him. 

His other hand didn't hesitate. Thumb and forefinger closed around your nipple, pinching just shy of pain before rolling it slowly until the ache radiated through your whole chest. “You’re gonna come, and you’re gonna look me in the eyes when you do." Suho coaxed, his voice honey-sweet. Sieun's teeth grazed your earlobe. "Good girl… give it to us. All of it.”  You were trapped between them. Suho’s mouth on you now, his tongue replacing his fingers, licking into you with obscene precision, while Sieun’s hands roamed over your bare chest, his breath hot against your neck 

The pleasure was too much. The wrongness was too much. Your body didn’t care it arched into their touches, betraying you, chasing the climax even as your mind screamed no, no, no—"That’s it," Suho coaxed, his voice muffled against your skin. "Come for us." And you did. Your vision whited out, your back bowing off the couch as the orgasm ripped through you, violent and unwanted. Sieun held you through it, his arms tightening around you, his lips pressed to your temple in something almost like tenderness.

"Good girl," he murmured, lips brushing your temple like a prayer. And then Suho was moving, crawling up your body with slow, predatory ease, his smile sharp, his eyes dark with something hungry. You could feel the heat of him drawing closer, his body climbing over yours like a wave about to break. One hand dragged along your inner thigh, fingers grazing every trembling nerve as though he were mapping your undoing, memorizing the way you shook, the way you breathed, the way you tried and failed to retreat into yourself.

Then he was above you, weight settling over your hips, caging you between the couch cushions and the scent of sweat, leather, and something  that made your skin crawl even as your body arched up to meet it. His smile was different now. There was nothing playful left in it. “Now it’s our turn,” he said, and the words coiled around your ribs like wire. You flinched, almost imperceptibly. But Sieun felt it. His hand slid to your throat a suggestion of the their power over you. “No more pretending,” he murmured against your ear, his tone low, coaxing. Dangerous in its calm. “If that was a protest, sweetheart, you’ve got a funny way of showing it.” You wanted to scream.

 But your voice had gone soft somewhere between Suho’s tongue and Sieun’s brutal mouth fucking and that breaking point you didn’t remember crossing. Suho’s fingers brushed your hipbone, almost reverent now. And somehow. They weren’t in a rush. They never were. Because they already had what they wanted. You. Now they were just taking their time enjoying the aftertaste. 

Suho didn’t rush. He watched you, eyes dark and unreadable, as he settled fully between your thighs. The weight of him was suffocating, his presence impossibly heavy as he nudged your trembling knees apart, exposing the last of you. “You’re still shaking,” he murmured, voice a dark melody against your skin. “Good.” Sieun’s arms tightened around you, his grip unrelenting as he leaned in, whispering at your temple. “You don’t get to hide anymore.”

You tried to twist away one final, a very useless protest but it only made them hold tighter. Sieun's fingers dug into your jaw, turning your face toward him. ““Ah, ah—stay still. I like watching you realize you can’t escape.” he said softly. “Look at you…trying so hard to stay in control. It's adorable. Pathetic, but adorable.” 

You felt it, the pressure of him, deliberate and claiming, as he pushed against your entrance. Your body tensed, a whimper rising in your throat, caught somewhere between fear and some cruel, traitorous need. There was no pretending now. No denying what was happening. He pushed in, slow and relentless, stretching you inch by unforgiving inch. “Fuck,” Suho groaned, head falling forward against your chest as he bottomed out. “So fucking tight…” You cried out, the sound raw and shattering, but Sieun caught it, swallowed it with his mouth against your cheek. “Breathe,” he whispered, voice like silk. “Let him in.”

The broken little noises slipping from your throat. You gasped, fingers scrabbling against the cushions as your body clenched around him, involuntary. It hurt. God, it hurt. A sharp, invasive ache that pulsed with each slow grind of his hips. You’d never done this before your body unpracticed, untouched, painfully tight around the unforgiving stretch of him.

“Shhh…” Suho’s voice was low, soothing in a way that didn’t match the brutal reality of your position. “This stretch... this pain... this is how you know it’s real.” You whimpered, back arching. It felt like too much like you were being split open from the inside. And he knew. You could see it in his eyes, the flicker of something close to reverence as he watched your face contort.

“No more pretending,” Suho growled as he drove into you harder. “Look at your face. You didn’t know you could feel this much, did you?”  Your breath fractured into pieces, each inhale more ragged than the last as Suho began to move in earnest. His thrusts hit deeper now, each one grinding into your tender core with merciless precision, dragging another whimper from your throat even as you tried to bite them back. “There,” Suho hissed, voice thick with pleasure. “Right there. That’s the sound I want.”

You shook your head instinctively, not even knowing what you were denying anymore—his voice, the way your body reacted, the brutal, burning fullness of him inside you. It didn’t matter. He wasn’t asking. He was showing you what it meant to be taken. Sieun’s mouth ghosted over your temple, lips soft in contrast to his grip on your body. “You feel that?” he murmured, hand sliding possessively over your throat, thumb pressing just under your jaw. “That wet little slap? That’s how much you love this, even if you won’t say it.” 

Suho pulled back just enough to thrust again, slower this time but deeper and you felt your muscles spasm around him, raw and unwilling, but yielding. Adjusting. Betraying you in real time. “That’s it,” Suho muttered against your neck, teeth grazing the skin there. “You’re opening up so pretty for me now.” Your hands fisted into the cushions. You weren’t sure if you were trying to push away or hold on.

“It hurts,” you gasped.  Suho’s breath was hot against your ear. ““It’s not pain, baby. It’s your body learning who it belongs to.”  Sieun’s hand tightened on your jaw again, tilting your face toward him. “And you’re paying it so beautifully,” he whispered, eyes gleaming with something dark. “Every cry, every shiver you’re giving us everything.”  Sieun’s free hand drifted down, fingers circling your clit with cruel precision. "“Fuck, look at you—so pretty with him buried deep inside," he whispered. "You're trembling so sweetly." 

Your hips jerked, a broken sound tearing from your throat as pleasure coiled tight beneath his touch, hot and insistent, wrongwrongwrong—Suho groaned, his rhythm stuttering. "Clinging to me already? You’re squeezing like you want to break me." His hips slammed forward one last time, burying himself to the hilt as he came inside you with a low, satisfied growl. Sieun’s fingers worked faster, relentless, until your vision whited out, just from the overwhelm, your body shuddering through a climax that felt like surrender. "There it is," Sieun murmured, watching the tears spill down your cheeks. "That’s our girl."

Suho didn’t pull out. Just stayed seated deep, his breath hot on your shoulder. "Now you know," he said softly. "Now you really know." Suho gave your cheek a soft, almost patronizing pat before slipping out of you. The sudden emptiness made your body jolt, the heat of him still dripping down your thighs, slick and unmistakably his. You barely had a moment to breathe before his hands gripped your waist again and lifted you like you weighed nothing at all.

“Okay, baby,” he murmured, voice low and satisfied. “Time for Sieun to get his cherry popped.” You barely registered the words before you were lowered into another pair of waiting arms. Sieun looked up at you, wide-eyed, pupils blown, lips parted like he couldn’t decide if this was really happening. His hands were hesitant on your hips. Your body was already raw, oversensitive, and trembling but Suho was still there behind you, grounding you, guiding you. He pressed closer, one palm sliding over your lower back, the other curling around your side possessively.

Sieun lined himself up to your entrance, breath ragged. His length nudged at your slick entrance, the hesitation in his eyes making your pulse stutter. “Come on,” Suho whispered against your ear, voice like velvet. “Let him in.” And then he was guiding you down, slow, steady and cruel. Sieun gasped, head falling back against the couch as you sank onto him inch by inch. He was overwhelmed every breath he took sounded like it might shatter him. His nails dug lightly into your hips, unsure whether to pull you down or hold you still.

You whimpered, the stretch making you tremble again. It wasn’t just physical. It was the way Sieun looked at you like you were something angelic. Sieun’s voice broke on a breathless moan. “I—I can’t…” “You can,” Suho said behind you, voice low and firm. “She’ll take all of you. Won’t you, baby?”

You didn’t answer but your body responded, trembling around him, clenching involuntarily as Sieun slowly slid deeper. Every inch dragged a gasp from his lips, and a broken, whispered plea from yours. The stretch burned, not just from being filled again, but from way he was how careful and clumsy all at once.

Sieun was breathing like he’d run miles, his chest rising and falling against yours as his arms tightened, unsure whether to anchor himself or anchor you. His eyes were locked on your face, like he needed permission, reassurance, something to ground him. But you couldn’t give it. You weren’t grounded. You were floating in the space between pain and pleasure and the lines between your body and theirs blurring by the second.

Suho’s voice seeped into you, slow and thick like warm honey laced with poison. “He’s shaking, sweetheart,” he murmured, brushing your hair off your damp forehead. “You’re too much for him already.” Sieun whimpered beneath you, the sound quiet and overwhelmed. “She’s… so warm… so tight… I can’t—” “You’re already inside her, Sieun.” Suho cut in. “Too late to hesitate.”

You could feel the tremor in Sieun’s thighs, the twitch in his fingers as he tried not to move, not to finish before it had even begun. He throbbed deep inside you, pulsing with restraint he clearly didn’t have the experience to manage. And still, Suho didn’t let up. “Move,” he ordered, his hand pressing firmly on your lower back again, forcing you to rock barely an inch, but enough.

You cried out, hips jerking reflexively as the motion sent sparks across every nerve. Sieun moaned helplessly, biting his lip so hard it went white. “Good,” Suho praised, “Just like that. Make him feel what it’s like to be inside something that’s already been broken open for him.” That did something to Sieun his hips bucked upward instinctively, and you gasped, fingers clawing at his shoulders, trying to stay upright as the sensation knocked the air from your lungs. He was too close. You could feel it.

Something had shifted. Gone was the wide-eyed hesitation. In its place, raw instinct. The kind that took over when thought vanished and only feeling remained. He sat up suddenly, arms locking tight around your back. Before you could process it, he was rising, lifting you with him in one swift, shaky movement. You let out a startled cry as your legs wrapped reflexively around his waist, his hands slipping beneath your thighs to hold you in place.

The air hit your skin as he stood fully upright, your back pressed against the nearby shelf cool wood against flushed flesh. His breath came in ragged bursts, face buried in your neck as he began to move. He was rough now, uncontrolled. His hips snapping up into you, his grip bruising but desperate. The way he held you, thrust into you, didn’t feel like inexperience anymore. It felt like hunger. Like he’d been holding back and now couldn’t stop.

Each movement drove you up the shelf an inch before gravity pulled you back down, onto him again. Over and over. The sound of skin on skin echoed through the room wet, sharp, unrelenting. Suho stood nearby, watching. A proud, dangerous gleam in his eye. “That’s it,” he murmured, almost to himself. “Take what you want, Sieun. She can give it. All of it.” And Sieun did.

He buried his face against your shoulder, muffling a broken moan as his rhythm faltered hips stuttering, thrusts going sloppy. “Fuck… you feel so good,” he gasped, voice cracking. “I can’t—I’m gonna—” You could feel the build in his body. Every muscle straining.

Every breath breaking apart against your skin as he pushed deeper, chasing the edge like he’d drown without it. “Taking me so deep,” he whimpered, helpless now. “It’s too much—too fucking good—” with one final, shaking thrust. He gasped your name like a prayer and came. You felt it. The sudden heat spilling inside you, thick and hot pulsing as he emptied himself, moaning brokenly into your neck.

You heard clapping. The sound echoed through the room like it didn’t belong there. It sliced through the haze in your head like a cold blade. You turned your face toward it. Suho was standing now, walking toward you both with that grin that infuriating, knowing grin stretched across his face like he’d already won. “See?” he said, clapping again, louder this time. “See how good we are together?” He gestured between himself and Sieun, then toward you. “You can never get rid of us. We’re in you now.”

Sieun was still beside you, fingers ghosting up your spine in a slow, possessive stroke. You didn’t know when he’d moved. You didn’t even feel your body shift but somehow, his hand was at the nape of your neck now, anchoring you in place like you were something dangerous. Suho stepped in front of you, grin softening into something colder. His gaze slid up your body like it belonged there… you didn’t move.

“You can’t get rid of us,” he whispered, voice slick with triumph. “Now you belong to us and no matter how hard you try, you’ll never get rid of us.” Sieun’s voice rasped hot against your ear, the words more like a threat than a promise.

“You get that, don’t you?” before you could respond, Suho was in front of you too close. His thumb dragged across your bottom lip, slowly. Like he had all the time in the world to remind you who you belonged to. “Smile for me,” he said. And when you didn’t.

His hand snapped up, gripping your jaw hard enough to make your breath catch. His fingers dug in, forcing your face toward his, his voice dropping to a low, razor-edged growl. “I said—smile.” This time, you did. Lips trembling, teeth clenched. And when you did, he smiled too. The kind of smile that told you this wasn’t over. The kind of smile that said next time?

You’d better not hesitate. 

Time passed by, both of you goes to different high schools. As much as you like sieun, it feels good finally getting to spend time without him. You feel kinda bad for thinking that but it's true, you'd hate to say it to his face but he had always thrown fit whenever you'd try to make new friends. But he's not here anymore, he can't do anything. He's the reason you have no girl friend. You're excited to make new friends here. On the other hand, sieun is depressed. He's sad to be far away from you. His stupid parents are making him to go to this school. You must be sad as well sieun thought to himself. He wishes both of you could be in same school, but it's unfortunate.

Sieun hates it. He feels like you have changed. Whenever he texts you to meet him. You texted him back saying 'you're at after school . It hurts sieun so much. He's putting so much efforts into keeping friendship together and you're always making excuses. You're such a bitch he thought to himself. By any chance you have made new friend and they have influenced you in wrong way by any chance. Therefore, tonight he decided to wait outside your after school academy. He dialed your phone. After few ringing, he heard your voice"Hello, sieun what is it? I'm bus-" Before you could even finish your sentence he cut you off. "I'm outside. Can you come out for a sec?" You're surprised. He didn't text you beforehand that he's coming to meet you. Still you went out to meet your bestfriend.

Sieun is standing there, in his grey hoodie and sweatpants. He couldn't help staring at you—how long has it been since he last saw you? You look tired maybe from all the studying. Sieun know you're not good at studying, you should have come to him. Instead of joining this stupid academy. "Hi sieun what brings you here?" You smiled at him despite the fact you're worried about your maths test tomorrow. "Why? Can't I come to here to see you?" His voice is low and deep. His eyes sparkle when you look at into his eyes, his eyes have always spoke louder than his mouth. "No sieun. This is not what i meant." You laughed nervously seeing he didn't laugh back. Why did he look so serious? Have you done something wrong? "Sieun.." You touched bicep, it spread heat to his gut. Sieun can feel butterflies in his stomach. "Is everything okay?" Sieun looks away from your worried expression. You should have known better than this. You have been ignoring him for whole week. Refusing to meet him in person. Now you have the audacity to ask him 'what's wrong sieun' really. Sieun wishes to put you in your place right then and there. "I've been trying to meet you for week and you keep making excuses. Now you have audacity to ask me what's wrong y/n." Sieun spoke as if he's spitting venom, with haterd written in his eyes and words. "Sieun I'm sorry." Sieun chucked at your poor attempt of making it up just by saying sorry. "Oh? Are you? But you don't look so sorry, y/n. Now I get it. You definitely have made new friends. That's why you are not spending time with me anymore." You gulped down if you didn't expect sieun to figure it out so quickly. He's smart so you're not surprised. "Sieun..look." You stated carefully at visibly hurted boy,his eyes glassy with tears by now. "Now we're in different schools. I think you should make new friends as well. Wouldn't it be-" "I don't want new friends. I only want you." With that he left without saying another word. Now you kind of feel guilty for making new friends. Your heart aches because you have been ignoring sieun for a week, when he's your closest friend.

[♡]

You definitely hurted your bestfriend's feelings for so long without even realizing it. You owe him one now. That's why right now you're waiting outside his school. You saw hordes of boys poured out of the school as you wait for familiar face to appear. Sieun couldn't believe his eyes upon seeing you standing outside his school, waiting for him. But he remembers he's still angry on you. He tried to walking past you but unfortunately stopped in his tracks when you called out his name. Fuck he can't just ignore you. "Hey sieun." You smiled widely up at him. He looked around before he grabbed your arm harshly getting 'Ow' from you and bringing you to an isolated area. "Why are you here?" His tone low. "Sieun why would you grab my arm like this? It hurts." You complained ignoring his question completely. It made him roll his eyes. "What's going on here?" A guy appear asks in playful tone. "Go away it's none of your business." Sieun angrily said to the other guy. "Why? Want to spend alone time with your girlfriend? Leaving your friends alone?" "I'm not his girlfriend. "Sieun kind of feel hurted how offensive you got upon assumption of sieun being your bf. "And you're sieun's friend?" You drawled carefully looking between both boys, sieun glared at suho and suho smirked at him. "Of course I'm his friend. I'm suho." Suho bought out his hand to shake your hand. "I'm y/n. I'm sieun's childhood friend. "You shake suho's hand. "Sieun why didn't you tell me about suho?" You turn back to look at sieun who refuse to look up at you. "What? He didn't tell you about me?" Suho dramatically put his hand on his chest. "Hey asshole this is what I get for stopping you from throwing desk at the guy-" "WHAT?" Your eyes widen upon hearing those words. Sieun has been picking up fight at school. No that can't be happening. "Sieun you have been fighting at school??"

"He didn't tell you this either." Suho seemed amused. Sieun refused to meet your eyes again. "Don't worry those guys picked fight with him first. If I haven't stopped him, I'm sure they all would end up in hospital. " Sieun is that true?" You looked at sieun. Instead of answering you, he grabbed your wrist dragging you along with him.

Three of you sat at the cafe, waiting for your drinks to come. Now it's your turn to get angry at sieun. First,last night he got angry at you for making new friends but didn't bother telling you he has made new friend as well. Second he's been picking fights at school, you never expected sieun to be guy who likes to get into fights. But suho said those guys were basically asking for it. He definitely fought back to his bullies then . Still you want your best friend to tell you everything. Suho looked at you and sieun carefully, as you have been glaring at poor boy for last five minutes. Sieun don't know how should he tell you about suho? Sieun never asked suho to become his friend officially but he stood up for sieun when no one did. He made sieun's lonely days at school bearable. Maybe he can call suho his friend...but still he felt jealous when he found out you have made friends other than sieun. Its selfish of sieun to think like that, but he just can't help it. He's been like this even since childhood.

"I'm sorry for last night, y/n." Sieun finally decided to break awkward silence. "Its fine, sieun." You know how can he be. He sometimes don't know how to express himself. "So how you and suho met?" You teased sieun. "I stopped him from killing the kid in front of the class." Suho raised his arms dramatically, nearly knocking drinks from waitress's hands. Suho bowed down in apology,as she placed your drink on table. you and sieun couldn't control your laughter. "I'm so embarrassed." Suho mumbles hiding his face with one hand. "Well you could have killed waitress with your story telling way." You joked, laughing. Your heart warmed upon hearing sieuns deep chuckle, you realized you haven't heard him laughing like this in a while. It felt good finally getting to spending time with him.

"Do you really have to go?" Suho pouted, as you walk out of cafe. "Yeah. Otherwise my mom would kill me." You laughed. Sieun wasn't saying anything. Because he didn't want you to go, he was so happy to spend time with his two favourite people. He feels like he's overreacting but his heart is really aching. "Are you also nerd like sieun?" Suho wrapped his arm around sieun's shoulder, sieun didn't react he keep walking like soulless body. "I wish I was. He's smart. That's a good thing." You smiled. Getting small praises from you make sieun happy. He loves how you're defending him in front of suho. "Please don't talk about study anymore. It's making me sick." Suho groaned in frustration. Sieun rolled his eyes at suho's words. "Its my bus stop." Sieun hate hearing those words. " It was nice meeting you, suho. Let's meet again. Bye guys." You waved to him. Suho waved back to you enthusiastically while siuen on the other lazily waved to you.

[♡]

Suho turns out to be funniest guy you have ever met. Sieun made sure you always spend more time with them instead of your friends at school. Over the time, friendship between three of you grew even closer. If it was some other guy, sieun would have beaten him to death. But he has realized he doesn't get jealous when suho gets close to you. If your hand accidentally grazed against suho's, siuen doesn't get jealous. Well it's because it's suho, his best friend. He's trusted him with his life. He loves him as much as he loves you but not the way he loves you.

"Please, just this once," Suho begged.

You hesitated, torn between heading to the tutoring center or tagging along to play billiards with them. The problem? You had absolutely no idea how to play.

"I don’t even know how to play," you admitted.

"I’ll teach you," Suho said with a grin. Sieun smiled widely when you agreed to come along with them.

You leaned down over the billiard table, unsure of how to even hold the cue, let alone take a shot. "What do I do next?" You glanced up at Suho, finding both boys staring intently at your position—their minds undoubtedly flooding with dirty thoughts. Can you take them both at the same time? They exchange knowing look.

You knew exactly what you were doing. They thought to themselves.

And Suho knew it too. She definitely knows. he thought, his jaw tightening. Bending over in that short school skirt in front of two horny guys who have feelings for you? Not a good idea.

"Suho." Your voice snapped them both out of their daze.

"Now…" Suho stepped behind you, his presence overwhelming. You hadn’t expected him to bend over you like this, his chest nearly pressed against your back. Your body stiffened at the sudden closeness, every nerve alight with tension. His hands guided yours along the pool stick, his grip firm, his breath hot against your ear.

"That’s how you hit the ball," he murmured, his voice low and rough. With his guidance, the cue struck the ball sharply, sending it rolling across the table.

You nodded awkwardly, expecting him to pull away immediately—but he didn’t. The seconds dragged on, his body still caging yours, your heart pounding in a mix of fear and something else entirely.

Sieun watched from the side, his jaw clenched as he admired the scene before him. Damn He wished it were him behind you, guiding your movements, feeling you tense under his touch. The way you melted under Suho’s control only made his own arousal worse—so much worse that he didn’t even realize how hard he’d gotten until it was unbearable.

Without a word, he excused himself, heading straight for the bathroom to relieve the tension coiling tight in his gut. Suho wanted to laugh at sieun at poor attempt of sieun trying to hide his bulge—it was hilarious.

"Its hard. I shouldn't have come here." You leaned back on billiard board as you saw suho hitting ball successfully.

"I can teach you more if you want." This made you uncomfortable for some reasons or maybe you're thinking too much. But the way he looks up at though gap between his lashes has your heart thudding. You laugh weakly "no it's fine."

Just then sieun came back, "took you long enough." Suho commented, knowing the reason why was he in bathroom for so long? "Dude can't believe you got hard over this?" Suho quietly whispers into his ear. Sieun glared at him, avoiding him sieun goes up to you. You're sitting on sofa as if you're not enjoying this anymore. You were excited upon coming here eariler but you're not anymore..

"Let's play together, y/n." Sieun suggested innocently as he hasn't came back from bathroom Jerking off to memory of you to bending over. "Looks like y/n doesn't like this game." Suho chuckles from behind. "Please y/n you haven't played with me even once." Sieun made those puppy eyes. He always do this when things don't go his ways.

Sieun enjoyed playing billiard with you more than he thought. He'd purposely told you that you're standing in wrong position, he just wants to manhandle you just however he wants without you realizing. Suho loved it—sieun is more evil than him. His innocent face is what has been saving him for so long he guess. Otherwise he's total sicko.

It was suho's idea to get ice cream. Three of you sat on bench.Suho did it on purpose. He only wants to see his friend's reaction. He loved how sieun tried his not look at you when you're talking. The way you give little licks to vanilla ice cream has him short circuiting. He wishes his cock could take ice creams place.

No not again sieun thought to himself upon noticing slight bulge in his pants. "Oh no you got some here." Suho wiped some leftover vanilla Ice cream left on corner of your lips. When sieun looked at scene in front of him, he could feel his precum dripping in his boxers. He cursed to himself, as his hand tightened around his cone nearly crushing it.

"Are you okay, sieun?" You asked slightly touching his shoulder, upon hearing deep breathes coming from his side. Suho only smirked in joy as he enjoyed his sweet treat. Sieun got up and ran to use public restroom to hide his shame.

[♡]

Your mother pulled you out of tutoring center, after hearing you have been skipping it often. You were scolded by your mother. She worked day and night for you to get good education. And you have audacity to skip tutoring center for which she's paying large amount of money. She's kind of right. But it took you long to realize it. You always wasted your time playing billiard which you don't even like and eating out with suho and sieun. Ugh damn those two. They'd always appear at your bus stop—begging you to come with them, practically dragging you along with them. Peer pressure at its finest. Now your mother refused to pay for your tuition center anymore if you're not gonna attend it regularly. Well,She has a point. Your grades are dropping as well.

Who's gonna help you?

Well there's one person, yeon sieun. He's straight A+ student. Even he fooled around with you and suho. He still manages to maintained his grades. Isn't he fucking a genius? You should definitely ask him for help. He'd agree to tutor you right? You dialed sieun's number. He picked it up so quickly as if he was waiting for you to call him. "Hello sieun."

"Yeah. Is everything okay, y/n?" His voice made you feel relaxed. Its deep and low.

"I have something to ask..can you do me a favour?" Sieun is surprise to hear that. You want favour from him.

"What is it?" He hummed.

"Can you please tutor me? My mom has refused to paid for my after school . I don't know what to do. So can you...?" Sieun smiled widely on the other side of phone. It was his dream to tutor you. Now you're willingly asking him to become his tutor him is making him blush hard."Hello? Sieun? Are you there?"

"Yeah sure, y/n. Why don't you come to my house tomorrow? I'll tutor you here." Sieun finally spoke.

"Thank you so much sieun. You're a life saver." 'Of course I am sieun' thought to himself. Tomorrow you'd be sitting in sieun's room. Sieun smiled to himself as he couldn't imagine you sitting in his bedroom. The thought of being alone with you in his house was enough to spread heat throughout his body. He leaned back on chair and opened folder where he keep your pictures.

He clicked on selfie, three of took few days ago. You stood between suho and sieun, suho clicked selfie and seiun was standing behind you. He knew he should be looking at camera lens, but instead he looked at you, how close you're standing next to him, your back nearly pressed against his back. You on the other hand was smiling towards camera, unaware of sieun's predatory gaze on you. Suho observed that but chose to ignore that. Sieun zoomed on your lips, you wore different lip gloss on that day. No wonder he couldn't stop looking you that day. Your lips look so kissable that day, he wishes to smash his lips against yours. But he has that terrifying feeling that you wouldn't like him back.

But the truth is you should like him back, no other guy in this world could love you as much as sieun can. But he has that gut feeling you'd say you don't want to ruin your friendship kind of shit. And he's too much of coward to confess. If he ever confessed to you, you'd reject him. He doesn't have enough courage to let go you.

[♡]

Suho observed sieun with squinting eyes, the gloomy boy looks little too happy today. Suho titled his head to side thinking what got him smiling like that? Even while writing notes, small smile on sieun face is evident. He looked like as if he's imagining something. Bell rang for recess, suho slammed his hand on sieun's desk "why do you so happy today?" Blush appeared on sieun's cheek making suho chuckle. "What? Did you lose your virginity?" Suho drawled looking at sieun with hooded eyes." To y/n.." Sieun shook his head in denial.

"I knew it. You could never." Suho made fun of him. "So what is it? Tell me? You have been smiling since morning like some love sick guy." Suho leaned on sieun's desk, sieun looks up at suho. Should he tell him about tutoring session hes gonna have with you today? He can even come with better idea too..

"Y/n asked me to tutor her.." Sieun smiled, suho looks at sieun with shocked look on his face. "You're so desperate, sieun. You're acting like this just over some tutoring session with her. So...what are you gonna get in return." Suho eyed sieun with hint of evil glint in his eyes. Suho knew exactly what he's doing here. He's pushing his friend to his limits, he wants to see how far his friend can go to fullfill his darkest desires.

"Nothing. We're friends. "Sieun shrugged off a little frown appear on his face. "Whatever you're so boring. Let's go eat." Suho rolled his eyes and began to walk out of classroom. Sieun following him behind now feeling little down. Suho take pride in making his friend feel like this. Suho did nothing wrong. All he ask was what's sieun getting in return. If sieun is getting nothing in return, then its unfair to his friend. Maybe sieun has realized this as well.

"So where are you gonna tutor her?" Suho asks, as he took mouthful of rice. "Uhm at my house." Sieun is back to his usual self. Suho nodded thoughtfully upon hearing his words. Sieun's parents are divorced, he lives with his dad who doesn't stay at house most of the time. "Can I join you guys as well?" Sieun's ears perked up at that. Suho is not the type of guy who would like to study for grades. He doesn't like to study at all. Sieun can tell he's asking to join them for ulterior motives nonetheless he nods his head"sure."

"Sieun have you ever drink?" Sieun can tell Where's suho is going with this.

"Yeah I tried once. It tasted bad." Sieun admitted. Suho was surprised quiet guy like sieun getting taste of alcohol. "Why did you ask?" Sieun questioned.

"Can I sneak in drinks im your house tonight? I know your dads come home late." Suho suggested. Sieun took a deep breathe, he's right some days his dad doesn't even come home. "Yeah sure." Suho smirked upon hearing those words.

"By the way.." sieun drawled looking suho in eyes, "would y/n be okay with this?" Sieun still had audacity to feigned innocence. He's getting everything served to him on silver platter.

Suho laughed at this. "You're a funny guy."

"What?" Sieun blinked at him. Of course still acting like a innocent guy on purpose. He was waiting for suho's mask to crack. Suho has played good guy role better than him, everyone want to befriend him, girls texts to go on with them and overall a good guy persona. But deep down he's as fucked up as sieun. Sieun wanted to hear those words from suho's mouth.

"You still don't get it. Of course you're a book worm. We'll get y/n drunk until she passes out then we'll have our own fun with her." Suho whispered to sieun. Sieun kept poker face look om his face. Suho got scared for a second, thinking maybe sieun would change his mind. "Great idea." Sieun smiled at him. Suho finally let out breath of relief.

[♡]

"Hope I'm not late." You said, taking off your shoes at front door. You're still in your school uniform. This means you came straight here from school sieun thought to himself. "No. You're good." Sieun assured you, as you trailed behind him.

"Should we study here?" You said, gesturing to the living room.

"I don't think so. All my important study stuff are in my room. So we should study there." It wasn't complete lie. You didn't comply and follow him blindly, your socked foot padding softly on wooden floor.

When he opened his bedroom door, your were surprised to see suho there. "Hi y/n." He sweetly smiled at you. You wanted to beat sieun for not informing that suho is gonna be here as well. How are you gonna study if three of you are together? When suho the biggest study hater is here." Hi what are you doing here?" You said, walking towards him.

"I'm here first. I should ask you this." He snorted, throwing himself back on sieun's bed.

"He's here to study as well." Sieun answered on his behalf. "I don't think he's here to study." You crossed your arms. "He's doing everything except studying." You said, under your breathe.

"Ignore him, y/n. He'll study. When he'll like to." Sieun dragged extra chair beside his study chair for you. You sat beside him, as opened his notes.

"Wow your handwriting is still so pretty. Look at your notes. They are so neat." You took his notebook from his hand, admiring his handwriting. Before sieun could even start telling you about problem given on book, you heard loud music blasting from suho's mobile.

"Can you turn it down? We're trying to study here." You hissed at him.

"Sure." Suho rolled his eyes but lowered the sound anyways.

"Why would you tell him we're studying together?" You shake your head at sieun, who only shrugged his shoulder saying "Suho wants to get better grades too." It was laughable. Doesn't look like that you thought to yourself glancing back at suho.

After studying for hour, your muscle were feeling stiffened from sitting in one position. Before you could even ask sieun for break.

"Wanna take break?" Sieun suggested little too excitedly.

"Yeah. I was about to ask you the same thing." You chuckle, standing up. The whole time suho has been just sitting on sieun's bed scrolling on his cellphone, doing nothing. Maybe he just wanted to join two of you and didn't want to study at all. You rolled your eyes at him. All he care about is his Instagram account. He sure have lot of followers for high schooler. Maybe it's because he's a handsome guy. But you don't find yourself being attracted to him maybe it's because he's your friend.

"Wow suho you have studied a lot." You mocked looking at him. "Who wants to study? But here look at this. I've got so many likes after uploading this selfie of us. A lot of guys are commenting how pretty your are." Suho gushed as he shoved his mobile's screen on to your. "Oh I'm flattered." You said,flatly. "Oh look at this." Suho drawled. "Is she your girlfriend?" This got sieun's attention. Sieun is in picture as well. But people are assuming you're suho's girlfriend. Why? "Shut up. And why would you upload our picture anyways." You whined. You are slightly grossed and awkward upon seeing people are assuming such thing.

"I'm famous, y/n. People loves to know about my personal life." Suho smirked.

"You're hopeless." You shake your head in disbelief.

"Where's bathroom, sieun?" Sieun looked so out of it. You haven't been at his house for so long. You don't remember where the bathroom is. You called his name again and ask same thing.

"Just down the hall, on the left." Sieun murmured. As soon you excused yourself from sieun's room. Suho puts his mobile down and looks at sieun.

"Is everything good, dude?" Suho placed his hand on sieun's shoulder. Sieuns pushes his hands off of himself and stood up from chair.

"Why would you upload that selfie?" Sieun glared up at suho.

"Its not a big deal sieun." Suho's eyebrows furrowed together. He doesn't think of it as a big deal. It's not a big deal. And lot of people are assuming of you being his girlfriend. It's giving him boast. He doesn't care about horny guys in comments when you only belong to them. But looks like sieun cares about that a lot.

"No. I don't want anyone else to stare at her. Delete that right now." Sieun pressed.

"Nah dude. It's getting ton of likes. I don't think so I can." Before sieun could argue anymore. You entered room. Sieun is even angrier at you for not telling suho to delete that photo. Maybe you want every guy to look at you. Sieun wants to gouge out every eye who looks at you with wrong intentions.

But maybe you like it. If you hated it, you would have immediately told suho to delete that selfie. That photo was only meant for sieun's eyes only, to bless his eye every morning and night. Now sieun don't even feel slightly bad for you, for what they are gonna do to you. Whatever is coming to you, you totally deserve it.

"Guys come here. I have a surprise." Suho grinned as he gestured sieun and you to sit on bed. You were hesitatant but curious at the same time—what his surprises could be?

Suho and sieun are already seated on bed. And you slowly walked to the bed and sit besides sieun. You watched as suho pulled out bottle of soju out of his bag. Your eyes widened upon seeing it. "Where did you get that from?" You gasped loudly.

"You asked so many questions. " suho looked at with pointed look. You turned to look at sieun, who looked at bottle with awe. Sieun didn't like it at all but he'd like to watch you drink and choke on it.

"Instead of this, you should have asked me.."Suho put his finger under his chin in thoughtful manner. "When are we gonna drink this?"

"I'm not drinking this." You stated firmly.

"You're such a party killer." Suho commented. "Just one sip." Suho hummed. Sieun looked at you hopeful eyes, hoping you'd agree on your own. But if course you have to be stubborn like always.

"No. I can't. My mom would smell it on me. Have you guys lost it?" Suho opened the cap of bottle.

"Just one sip won't hurt you." Sieun pressured you as well. You shook your head again. "I have already told you guys. I'm not gonna drink. Its not like skipping school or staying out late. Its different than that." You snapped at them.

"Open up. Open your mouth." Suho ordered. They are genuinely scaring you right now. Why do they think its normal. If your mom found out, you have drink. She'd kick you out of house. They are acting real strange. You feel real scared for first time.

"What the hell is wrong with both of you? I'm going home. If you didn't want to tutor me, you should have told me." You tried to stand up but sieun grabbed both of your shoulder to keep stay in one place.

"Let go of me." Your heart thudded loudly in your chest as if it wanted to escape your chest. You tried to act brave but deep down you're scared. You didn't even know sieun has that much strength in him until now.

"One sip that's all we ask for, Y/n." Sieun looked at you crazes look in his eyes. Your winded glassy eyes stared back at him with fear. "Sieun please i- I can't-" Before you could even finish your sentence.

Suho grabbed your jaw, holding your mouth open as he forced bottle into your mouth and tugged your hair with other hand. Unfamiliar Liquor burnt your throat as tears filled your eyes. "Oh that's it. Drink it like a good girl." Suho praised as he isn't forcing bottle down your throat. He finally let go of you when he felt satisfied. You coughed out as much as you could. He chuckled upon seeing that "feeling dizzy yet." That psycho has audacity to forced alcohol down your throat. Your scalp burns and tears blurred your vision. You have came to realization that guys you thought you are or were friends with are actually psychopaths. Sieun is not holding you anymore neither is suho.

So you make run for door, you dash out of bedroom. You heard 'Fuck' from one of them as you ran out of door. You don’t dare look him. Your nerves are filled with adrenaline. Front door is in your reach. You can get out here just in time without getting more hurt. You can feel tears of happiness coming. Your hand wrapped around door knob. When you're lifted from your waist from behind, he covered your mouth with other hand. You tried to scream and flail your legs in air. But it's useless when whoever is holding you is lot stronger than you.

"Stop it alreay." He groaned in frustration. It's suho.

You're again met with sieun's room. Suho throw you on bed roughly as you cried out in frustration. Why on the earth are they doing this to you? What has happened to them? As soon as suho threw you on bed, sieun closed the door hurriedly. Fearing you'd try to run away again.

Sieun shuffled closer to your curled up form on his bed, he has always imagined this day. Sieun gulped upon seeing your bare legs and your skirts have ridden up too. He can your white panties as well. You feel bed dip beside you, seeing sieun sitting there. You quickly sat and back up to the headboard.

"Don't touch me." You shrieked at him. Sieun's eye winded at that. "We're not gonna hurt you, y/n." Sieun tried to pacify you. As what they did few minutes ago wasn't hurting you. "Just let me go home." You looked at sieun.

"Sieun let's just tell her." Suho stepped forward causing to back even further. Suho is scary. The way he wrapped his fingers around jaw and hair forcing you to drink—it was truly scary.

"Y/n.."Sieun stated carefully as he roughly pulled down your ankle earning gasp from you. You landed on your back. "Suho and I both love you.. "He rubbed circle around ankles. This made you shook. Were you that blind to realize they both love? But you don't feel the same, to you, they are just your friends. You could have never predicted that your quiet childhood friend could turn out to be like this.

"What..?" You said in surprise.

"Don't tell me you couldn't feel it.." Suho chuckled lowly. You shook your head quickly refusing to meet his eyes.

"You're lying. Don't tell me you couldn't feel sieun's boner everytime we hang out together." You close your eyes in disgust upon hearing his disgusting words.

"Suho. Don't be gross." Sieun turn around to look at suho.

"You're such pervert, sieun. He even took pictures of you without you even knowing." Suho reveals. You slowly turn to look at sieun, he grinned at you as if he has done nothing so far. You gave him disgusted look you could give.

"I love you so much, y/n." With that sieun roughly smashed his lips against yours. You refused to open your mouth. Sieun pinched your nose until your couldn't breathe anymore causing you to open your mouth. He shoved his tongue instantly. He moans at the feeling of your warm mouth. He dry humps himself against your clothed core. He licks and suck your tongues in urgency.

"Don't get too greedy too." Suho commented from behind.

"Let me prepare her for you." Suho suggested as sieun refused to let go of you. You squirm underneath him, pushing at sieun's chest. But sieun is a hungry beast who has kept eyes at you for years and can't wait any longer.

"Sieun." Suho tapped on sieun's shoulder finally getting his attention. Sieun wiped off his mouth and get off of you hesitantly.

You tried to get sit up but suho pushes you back and straddle you. "Get off of me, you asshole!" You scream at him. "You're such a stubborn bitch." With that suho backhanded, pain bloom acroos your cheek. Fight died inside you after getting one slap. You sobbed quietly.

He began to take button of your shirt, it was taking too much of his time. He just torn open front of your school shirt, as buttons went flying in air. Only left in your bra, "fuck you are so hot. I've been waiting so long to see you like this." Suho groaned as he palmed your breast through your bra. You could only cry silently. Next he flipped up skirt and dragged your underwear down.

His callous finger made contact with your core send jolt through your body. "Hmm you're sensitive." Sieun is observing in awe. He saw how suho's fingers disappeared into your tight hole. He rubbed circles around clit and you feel weird sensations in your stomach. Sieun took off your bra shyly and began to pinch your nipples. His eyes lit up when he saw you reacting to his touches. His harshly pinches your nipples just to hear your whines.

"Stop it." You arched you back as it feels like too much. Your pussy kept getting wetter from suho's constant rubbing. Sieuns got tired of pinching your nipples and began to suck your tits. He wrapped his pink tongue around his nipples and sucking. You couldn't control whines and moans coming out of your mouth.

You saw white for a second as you cum hard. Your breathing is hard, each breathe rough and uneven. You thought they are done with you until you heard suho's unbuckling his belt. "Wait—" but before you can get those words out of your mouth. He's entering inside of you. Your mouth is left open in silent scream.

He's so big and thick. You feel full. You have never felt so full. His pace is fast and rough. Your breast jiggles with every thrust as sieun looked in delight. He spreads your legs open for him. You have to hold his shoulder for your own life. You're thankful when you feel his pace slowing down. Finally you thought to yourself.

"Pull out." You hit his shoulder. He's about to cum and your wall are too warm. He feels like it's best place to cum on.

Your pleas fell deaf on his ears as he fill your pussy to brim with his cum. He curses as he pulls himself out of you.

Now it's sieun turn. "Sieun please don't. I don't think so. I can do it anymore." You close your legs, already feeling sore from suho's abuse. You don't think you can take sieun as well.

Suho grabbed your throat, not choking you just keeping you there as "You would do what we tell you to do okay." His threat is there floating above. Just as his hand rest on your neck, he can choke you too. But for now on he's just keeping it threaten you. You nod your quickly.

Sieun carefully spread your legs, you let out whine. His cock is already out hard and angry. Hes thankful for suho's Cum inside you. Its serving as lube for him. He spread your wetness and suho's cum around your pussy before he pushes himself inside of you.

Sieun basked in warm feeling of your tight wall around his cock. He rutted into you like dog in heat. Desperate and needy. He buries his neck into croak of your neck and kept chanting 'I love you'. Even sieun has already orgasmed. He can't stop overestimulating himself. Even it hurts sieun it felt euphoric at the same time. He doesn't care how weakly claws and tries to pushes him away.

When you thought it couldn't go any worse, you feel yourself getting blinded by flashlight. As suho began to record sieun fucking into you with desparation. At this point, his bed has began to creak as well. "Yeah that's it take it good little slut." Suho commented making you cry even harder. Suho tugged at his cock dragging towards your mouth. You tried shook your head. He raised his eyebrow questioning as if you have any choice.

"Open up. Now put your mouth to use."

The move was your parents’ idea. A fresh start, closer to their oldest friends. You remembered the Sieuns vaguely from childhood; a single, blurry memory of a quiet, serious-eyed boy who’d hidden behind his mother’s legs. You hadn't thought of him in years.

Now, your mothers were determined to bridge the decade-long gap.

“Sieun-ah, Y/N is like a daughter to me. You look after her at school, understand?” his mother said that first morning, her voice sweet but firm. “Don’t let anything happen to her.”

So you walked to school together in suffocating silence, two islands of introversion adrift in a sea of awkwardness. Sieun didn’t look at you, his hands shoved deep in his pockets, his gaze fixed on the pavement. You matched his pace, the weight of his mother’s request hanging between you.

Then, a whirlwind of energy shattered the quiet.

“Yah! Yeon Sieun! Since when do you walk to school with a girl?”

Suho appeared, slinging a familiar arm around Sieun’s shoulders, but his bright, disarming grin was aimed entirely at you. “Who’s this? Hey, I’m Ahn Suho. Sieun’s best friend.” His friendliness was overwhelming, instantly painting you as his new discovery.

Before Sieun could muster a grunt in reply, another boy approached—softer, shyer. Beomseok. His eyes met yours for a second before darting away, a deep blush creeping up his neck. “Hi,” he mumbled, his voice barely a whisper, shoving Suho playfully in a nervous gesture.

Sieun’s jaw tightened imperceptibly. He saw it all. The way Suho’s smile was a little too possessive for a first meeting. The way Beomseok couldn’t meet your eyes, his shyness radiating a different, more intense kind of interest. A hot, coiling possessiveness ignited in his gut. You were his. His to walk with. His responsibility. His.

“She’s my neighbor,” Sieun said, his voice flat and final, cutting through Suho’s easy chatter. “Let’s go. We’re late.” He didn’t wait for them, starting to walk again, forcing you to follow in his wake.

That was how it began. The four of you became an unlikely, inseparable group. But beneath the surface of shared lunches and study sessions, a silent war was brewing.

Sieun saw every interaction as a threat. When Beomseok, gathering his courage for a week, finally brought you a strawberry milk, his hands trembling slightly—“I just… thought you might like it…”—Sieun’s pen stilled on his homework. He didn’t say a word, but the air around him turned to ice. Later, he “accidentally” knocked the unopened bottle into the trash.

When Suho, ever the physical touch enthusiast, slung his arm around your shoulders after you made a joke, pulling you into his side with a loud laugh, Sieun’s stare was sharp enough to cut glass. He found a reason to need your help with a problem immediately, physically inserting himself between you, his body a barrier.

And when Sieun himself stayed behind after school to help you with a math concept you couldn’t grasp, his patience uncharacteristically endless, his fingers lingering a second too long as he pointed to an equation in your textbook, both Suho and Beomseok watched from the hallway, their expressions a mirror of the same frustrated jealousy.

The competition was unsustainable. They were tripping over each other, their rivalries threatening to scare you away. They needed a new strategy.

The pact was formed in hushed tones behind the school, away from your ever-watchful, unknowing eyes.

“This is stupid,” Suho finally muttered, kicking a pebble. “We’re all going to lose her like this.”

“She’s not a prize to be won,” Beomseok added quietly, though his clenched fists betrayed his calm tone.

Sieun was silent, his dark eyes watching 6them. Finally, he spoke, his voice low and decisive. “No. She’s not a prize. She’s… ours.”

The word hung in the air, radical and inevitable. Ours. It wasn’t about winning individually anymore. It was about claiming you, together.

The plan was Beomseok’s idea. His parents were going overseas for a week. The house would be empty. Perfect.

The invitation was extended casually. A study session. Just the four of you. No distractions.

You agreed easily, innocently. You saw the three most important people in your new life.

You didn’t see the three predators who had just agreed to share their favorite meal.

The click of the door closing was a sound that would echo in your nightmares forever.

Beomseok’s house was enormous, a palace of quiet wealth that felt more like a gilded cage. “Wow, your house is so big.” You breathed, genuinely impressed.You were so distracted, so excited to see his home, that you barely noticed yourself shrugging off your school bag and letting it drop carelessly onto the polished floor of the entryway. A small, forgotten heap of trust and normalcy.

Beosmeok flinched, a faint blush on his cheeks. His mind was a whirlwind of the filthy, obsessive thoughts he'd harbored since you'd become Sieun's neighbor and their group's sole object of affection. “I get that a lot.” He mumbled sheepishly.

“Where are we gonna study?” you asked, still looking around in awe.

“Uhm..how about my room?” Beomseok suggested, his voice a little too high.

Sieun and suho exchanged a glance— a quick, silent communication of predatory intent. They sighed in audible relief. When you blissfully unaware followed them upstairs.

The moment you crossed the threshold into Beomseok’s bedroom, suho turned and clicked the lock on the door. The sound was final. You were making it easy for them, sitting on the edge of the large fluffy bed bouncing slightly. “Wow you got such a big bed.”

But then you felt it. The atmosphere shifted, growing thick and charged. You looked at them— Sieun's dark intense stare, suho's cocky grin that didn't reach his cold eyes, beomseok's nervous excited fidgeting. Your heart began to race. “I think…I should go home.”

You tried to stand up but a hand shoved you back onto the mattress. It was sieun.

“Sieun..?” you asked, shock rendering you immobile for a second. “What are you doing?”

He didn’t answer with words. He answered you by pouncing on you, his body crushing yours, his mouth attaching to your neck in a wet, claiming kiss that was sure to bruise.

“Sieun, what's wrong with you? Get off of me!” You screamed, pushing at his shoulder your pleas turning to pure panic. You looked desperately at suho and Beomseok. “Help me!”

Suho's grin winded. “Oh y/n.” He purred  climbing onto the bed with deliberate grace of a predator.” You don't know how much we love you.” He easily captured you flailing wrists in one strong hand, pinning them above your head. “Now hold still.”

“Suho please I'm your friend!”

“Shh..” He cooed, his other hand groping your breast over your shirt. “This is how friends show they care.”

Beomseok watched from the foot of the bed, his eyes wide, his breathing shallow. He was mesmerized, one hand subtly moving to adjust himself through his pants.

“I love you so much.” sieun murmured against your skin, his voice low and terrifyingly sincere as he unbuttoned your shirt with practiced ease. He tore your bra off, exposing you to the cool air and their hungry gazes.

“Fuck they are even sexier than I thought.” suho groaned, rolling your nipple between his thumb and forefinger, pinching just enough to make you cry. He held your wrists tighter. 

“Look at her, beomseok. Isn't she pretty?” Beomseok could only nod, swallowing thickly.

You kicked out wildly as sieun shoved your skirt up and ripped your panties off. He shoved two thick fingers inside you without warning, the sqeulening sound obscene in the quiet room. You clenched around him, a traitorous wetness spreading despite your terror.

“Open up.” Suho commanded, tapping your jaw.

You clenched your teeth, turning your head away. He grabbed a fistful of your hair, wreching your head back. “I'm asking you nicely. Now c'mon open up.”

Your mouth fell open in a gasp as sieun suddenly replaced his fingers with his cock, sheathing himself inside you in one brutal thrust. Taking the opportunity, suho shoved his length into your mouth, hitting the back of your mouth.

“I swear if I feel your teeth,” he groaned, his hip beginning a shallow rhythm. “I'll knock every one of them out.” 

This was the cue beomseok needed. The mattress dipped as he joined, his eyes zeroing in on your breasts. “So perfect.” He whispered, before leaning down and taking a nipple into his mouth, sucking and laving it with his tongue like a man starved. He moaned against your skin, his own free hand fumbling to undo his pants. He was painfully hard. He grabbed your limp, free hand and wrapped it around his cock, forcing you to jerk him off with clumsy, unwilling strokes.

Sieun was relentless above you, his thrusts deep and punishing. “You feel so good.” He praised, his voice a husky whisper in your ear. His words were a grotesque contrast to his actions. “You were made for me. For us. Taking me so well.” His praise was as much a violation as the act itself.

When he came, spilling inside you with guttural groans,he didn't pull out immediately. He stayed buried within you, as if savoring his claim. 

Suho was already impatient “My turn.” He declared,  pushing a dazed sieun off of you. He positioned himself between your sore, trembling legs.

“No suho please I can't–!” You begged, fresh tears streaming down your face.

“Don't be like that, sweetheart.” He tutted, slapping your inner thigh. The sting made you yelp. “You took sieun just fine. You think you're too good for me?” He didn't wait for an answer. He drove into you, the stretch burning. You cried out, a mix of pain and unwanted pleasure making your head spin. 

“Look at her.” suho laughed, his thrusts brutal and degrading. “Getting wet for it. You're a natural little slut. Aren't you? Just needed us to show you.”

“Shhh it's okay.” Beomseok cooed from beside you, still forcing your hand on his cock. “You're doing so good for us.” His kindness was the most sickening part. He leaned over and littered your chest with kisses and bites, marking you as his own as suho pounded into you.

“Fuck I'm gonna fill you up!” suho grunted, his pace becoming erratic “gonna make sure you remember who you belong to.” He came with a roar, collapsing his weight on you before rolling off, leaving you feeling empty and used.

“Get off of her suho. It's my turn now.” beomseok didn't wait. He simply pushed suho's leg aside and positioned himself. You were so sore, so stretched, you could barely move. 

“Beomseok just stop please–I'm begging you!” you sobbed, hoping for a shred of mercy.

“Why?” he scoffed, his usual shyness gone, replaced by entitled leer. “You took both of them. You think I'm not good enough?” he didn't give you a chance to answer. He pushed inside and you whined, the sensation overwhelming. He was not as rough as suho but his thrusts were eager, desperate. He moaned your name like a prayer, his eyes glued to where your bodies joined.

“Open up.” Sieun was back, his renewed erection tapping against your lips. You looked at him, the boy you'd known since your childhood and fresh tears fell. You shook your head. 

“I said open your fucking mouth.” He snarled, fisting your hair. You obeyed and he shoved himself inside, fucking your mouth with the same possessive intensity as before. “Fuck your mouth feels so good.” He groaned. “So warm. Made for me.”

You were trapped between them–beomseok pounding into you from below, sieun claiming your mouth and suho watching from a chair, stroking himslef, urging them on.

Beomseok came first with a broken cry, spilling inside you. Your own body betrayed you with a second, shuddering orgasm that left you feeling hollow. Sieun followed, his release coating your throat some of it dripping from your lips as he pulled out with a satisfied sigh.

For a moment, there was only the sound of heavy breathing. You lay there, covered in their sweat and spend. A single tear traced path through the mess on your cheek.

You slowly sat up, your entire body screaming in protest. The sight that greeted you was suho, still seated, watching you with a dark, satisfied smile. You tried to stand but your legs gave away and you crumpled to the floor.

Sieun was there instantly, his hands on you  trying to help you. “Don't touch me!” You screamed, your voice raw and broken. 

He flinched as if you'd struck him.” Here sit..I'll.. I'll fix your dress.” He said, his voice soft again, that twisted parody of care returning. He led you back to the bed. His touch burned as he redid your bra and buttoned your shirt. When he tried to pull your panties up  you winced in agony. 

“Sieun ah do you really think she can wear those?”  suho drawled from his chair.” It'll definitely hurt her.”

Sieun hesitated then slowly pulled them down, holding the torn fabric. 

“I'll keep those.” Beomseok said, softly, his voice back to its shy murmur but request was perverse.

Sieun tossed them to him without a word. “You sick bastard.” Suho chuckled, but it was a sound of approval.

Sieun fetched a towel and began to clean between your legs, his movements clinical, like he was mopping up a spill. It was humiliating, a sloppy attempt to erase the evidence of their crime.

“Can you walk now?” sieun asked, his eyes searching yours for something –forgiveness, understanding, love.

You just stared through him.

“Looks like she's too fucked out to even to talk to us.” suho said, standing and walking over. He slapped your cheek lightly.” Hey, answer him. He's talking to you.”

“Is she okay?” beomseok asked, genuine worry in his tone. It was disgusting. 

“Totally fine.” suho answered for you. “Guesz she's just…happy.”

With herculean effort, you stood and walked over toward the door on shaking legs. “Wait y/n!” Sieun's voice was panicked behind you.

He caught up to you easily. “Let's go home together.”

“After what you did to me? No. Never. “

He followed you out, down the stairs and out the front door, a lost puppy. “Let me get your bag.” You ignored him. “Lets take a taxi. You can't walk.”

He was right. You were limping and the walk of shame was compounded by the aching emptiness between your legs. He hailed a cab and bundled you inside, his presence a suffocating shadow.

The ride was silent. When your street came into view, you practically fell out of the car. He was right behind you.

“Get out of my way! You piece of shit!” you spat, all your fury and pain boiling over.

He looked genuinely wounded. “Y/n, i–no, we love you. Don't you see it?”

The words were the final straw. “You're all sick. I hate you. I hate all of you. Don't ever talk to me again.” You shoved past him and stumbled into your house, slamming the door shut on his devastated face.

Sieun stood there frozen. ‘I hate you’ the words echoed, each one knife to his heart. No no you couldn't. You don't understand. They loved you. They'd show you how much they love you. You are theirs. This wasn't rejection, he'd accept. This was a temporary setback.

He loves you, and he would never, ever let you go.