#intak

keeho - 기호 

the dorm was loud the way it always was when all six boys were crammed into one room. jiung and jongseob were locked into a video game battle on the tv, their voices overlapping in sharp bursts of trash talk. intak sat cross-legged on the floor with a bag of chips, narrating the chaos like he was some kind of sports commentator. theo hummed under his breath while scrolling tiktok, and soul sat nearby flipping through a notebook.

you were curled against keeho on the couch, half leaning into his side, chin tucked against his shoulder as you watched the game unfold. it wasn’t unusual—in fact, it was your favorite spot, pressed against him while the others did their thing.

but tonight, keeho wasn’t really leaning back into you.

you didn’t notice at first. you laughed when jongseob shouted in victory, you clapped when jiung fumbled his controller, & you shifted closer when the blanket slipped from keeho’s lap. your hand found his sleeve, tugging gently as you whispered, “look, seob’s actually winning this round.”

keeho stiffened. he gave a small, almost invisible shrug like he was trying to shake your hand off. your brows pinched, but you didn’t move. instead, you tucked yourself closer, smiling. “you’re too quiet. what’s going on in that head of yours?”

that was when it happened.

keeho’s sigh was audible, sharp enough that the others glanced over. he pulled back slightly and said, without lowering his voice:

“god, you’re so clingy sometimes.”

the words landed like a slap.

the room went silent. even jongseob’s character died without him noticing, the announcer blaring on screen. you froze, heat rushing to your face so fast it made your ears ring. your hand fell away from keeho’s sleeve as if you’d been burned.

theo was the first to clear his throat. “…yikes.” intak blinked wide-eyed. “uh, hyung…” jongseob shot a glare keeho’s way, muttering, “not cool.”

soul didn’t say anything, but his pencil stopped mid-line. he was staring. jiung frowned, controller dropping into his lap. “dude, seriously? you didn’t have to say it like that.”

you swallowed, forcing a weak laugh that cracked on the edges. “wow. okay. that’s… noted.” you pushed yourself up from the couch, arms wrapping around yourself. you didn’t wait for a response. you slipped past the boys, trying to hold yourself together until you were safely behind a closed door. the sting hit then—humiliation, sharp and hot. not just because keeho had said it, but because he’d said it in front of everyone.

back in the living room, tension hung heavy.

keeho stared at the empty space you’d left, guilt slowly dawning across his face. “…i didn’t-” “bro,” intak cut in, still munching chips but his tone unusually serious, “you can’t say that to y/n. especially not in front of all of us.”

jiung shook his head, brows furrowed. “yeah, that was rough. you embarrassed her man.” theo leaned back, folding his arms. “more than rough. she looked humiliated.” keeho opened his mouth, closed it. he dragged a hand down his face, groaning. “i didn’t mean it like that.”

“doesn’t matter how you meant it,” jongseob muttered. “it’s how it sounded.” even soul piped up, voice quiet but cutting; “she looked like she wanted to disappear.”

keeho’s chest twisted. he knew. he’d seen it in your eyes the second the word left his mouth—that sting, that crumple he’d caused. and now all five of his members were staring at him like he was the villain.

because he was.

“shit,” he muttered, standing abruptly. “i need to fix this.”

you were sitting on the edge of the bathtub, when a soft knock sounded.

“baby?” keeho’s voice, muffled but gentle. you swiped at your eyes quickly, though the redness would give you away. “…busy.”

another pause.

“can i come in?”

“no.”

a beat of silence. then, “please. i messed up. i need to talk to you.”

your chest ached, torn between wanting to slam the door shut forever and the part of you that still craved him, even when he’d hurt you. finally, you exhaled, shaky. “fine.” the door opened slowly, revealing keeho’s guilty face. he stepped in and shut it behind him, leaning back against the wood as if bracing himself.

you didn’t look at him.

keeho crouched in front of you, voice quiet. “i’m sorry.” you pressed your lips together. “in front of everyone, keeho? really?” he winced. “i know. i know. it was the worst way i could’ve handled it.”

“you think?” the bitterness slipped out before you could stop it. tears threatened again, but you forced them down. “you embarrassed me. like i was some annoying… leech or something.” keeho’s face crumpled. “no, no, baby. that’s not what i think. that’s not what i meant at all.”

“then what did you mean?” your voice cracked. “because you looked pretty serious when you said it.”

he dropped his gaze, ashamed. “i was tired. distracted. you were pulling at me and instead of just saying i needed a second, i said… that. and it came out so wrong.” you let out a shaky laugh, humorless. “clingy. that’s what you think of me?”

“i don’t,” he said firmly, lifting his eyes back to yours. “i think you’re loving. i think you make me feel safe and wanted. i think you’re the best part of my day. and i took all of that for granted when i opened my stupid mouth.” something in his tone made your chest wobble. but the sting was still raw.

“you made me feel small,” you whispered.

keeho’s breath hitched. he reached for your hand—slowly, carefully—and when you didn’t pull away, he held it tight.

“i’m so sorry i hurt you. i would never want to make you feel like that. you’re not too much. you’re never too much. if anything, i don’t deserve how much love you give me.”

your throat closed, eyes burning again, but this time from the sincerity in his voice.

keeho shuffled closer, resting his forehead against your knee. “please forgive me. i’ll apologize a thousand more times if that’s what it takes. i love the way you cling to me. i love that you even want to. for a moment, the bathroom was silent except for your uneven breaths. then, finally, you whispered, “…promise?”

he looked up at you, eyes shining. “promise.”

something loosened inside you. you sighed, shoulders slumping as the tension drained. “you’re such an idiot sometimes.” a weak laugh escaped him. “the biggest idiot.”

you slid off the tub edge, into his arms. he wrapped you up immediately, hugging you so tightly it felt like he was trying to fuse your pieces back together. “i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, like a mantra.

this time, you let yourself believe him.

when you both finally re-emerged, the boys were still sprawled in the living room, pretending not to have been eavesdropping. theo raised a brow when he saw your swollen eyes and keeho’s sheepish expression. “everything good now?”

keeho squeezed your hand, answering, “better than good. but i owe all of you an apology too.”

they blinked.

“i embarrassed her in front of you guys,” keeho said firmly, “and that wasn’t fair. it was disrespectful to her, and it put you in a weird spot too. so… i’m sorry.”

intak nodded slowly. “that’s more like it.” jongseob smirked. “took you long enough.” jiung gave you a gentle smile. “we’ve got your back. especially when our idiot leader fucked up with you.”

you felt warmth flood your chest, gratitude swelling as the boys went back to their usual banter, tension easing away. keeho tugged you back down beside him on the couch, this time wrapping his arm snugly around your waist without hesitation. he whispered just for you, “see? not letting you go ever again.”

you smiled faintly, leaning into him despite the sting that still lingered. because you knew—this time, he meant it.

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theo - 테오 

the clock on the studio wall glowed 1:37 a.m.

you shifted in your seat, blinking against the haze of exhaustion. theo sat hunched over his notebook at the desk, headphones crooked on his head, lips pressed into a tight line. he hadn’t spoken in over fifteen minutes, pencil scratching furiously across paper while he rewound the same section of a beat again and again.

your back ached from the stiff couch, but you didn’t complain. being here mattered more than sleep. theo had been practicing nonstop for weeks, buried in choreography and lyrics, and tonight was one of the rare moments you could be by his side. you just wanted to make sure he didn’t drown in it.

“you’ve been staring at that line forever,” you said softly, trying to lighten the mood. “want me to grab you a coffee? or some snacks? you’ll think better if you take a break.” “i can’t,” theo muttered without looking up. you pushed yourself off the couch, padding closer. “just ten minutes, baby. come sit with me. breathe.”

he stiffened when you touched his shoulder. “i said i can’t.” your smile faltered. “theo…” he yanked the headphones down around his neck, finally turning to face you. his expression was sharp, eyes flashing with the frustration that had been simmering all night.

“you don’t get it. i need to finish this.” “i do get it,” you said gently. “but you’ve been at it for hours. you’re burning yourself out, and i just want to help.” he let out a harsh laugh, running a hand through his hair. “help? by hovering over me? you’re being… you’re being so clingy right now. i can’t think.”

the word slammed into you.

you froze, hand still hovering uselessly near his shoulder. “clingy?” theo groaned, turning back to his notebook. “just give me space y/n, okay? please.” your throat tightened, burning with humiliation. you’d stayed up for him, waiting, worrying, just to be dismissed like that. you stepped back quickly, arms wrapping around yourself.

“…right,” you whispered, barely audible. “i’ll give you space.”

before he could respond, you slipped out of the studio, the door clicking softly shut behind you.

theo sat frozen at the desk, pencil slack in his fingers. the silence that followed was deafening, the weight of what he’d just said sinking in with every passing second.

clingy.

his stomach twisted. he hadn’t meant it like that. he hadn’t meant for your face to crumple the way it did, hadn’t meant for you to leave. “shit,” he muttered, shoving back from the desk. his music didn’t matter right now. none of it did.

you sat on the floor just outside the studio, knees pulled tight to your chest. the hall was dim, quiet except for the hum of vending machines down the corridor. you hated that your eyes were stinging, hated that one stupid word had undone you so easily. but you couldn’t stop replaying it. clingy. like you were a nuisance. like your love was suffocating.

the door creaked open, and theo’s footsteps approached.

“baby?” his voice was cautious, almost pleading. you swiped at your cheeks quickly, though your sniffle gave you away. “…don’t, theo. just go finish your song.” he crouched in front of you, eyes wide with guilt. “no. i can’t. not after that. i’m so sorry.” you stared at the floor. “you didn’t seem sorry when you said it.”

“i wasn’t thinking,” he admitted, voice rough. “i was frustrated, and i took it out on you. and that’s… that’s the last thing i should’ve done.” your chest tightened. “so you don’t think i’m clingy?”

theo’s heart cracked at the way you asked it, so small, like you needed him to prove it. he shook his head fiercely. “no. never. i love that you want to be close to me. i love that you care enough to sit in a freezing studio at one in the morning just so i’m not alone. you’re the reason i can even keep going.” his hand hovered before gently brushing against your arm. “baby, you’re not too much. i’m the one who was too much. too caught up in my own head to realize how lucky i am.”

your breath wavered, eyes finally meeting his. “you really hurt me.”

“i know,” theo whispered, throat tight. “and i hate myself for it. but let me make it right. please.”

he slid down to sit on the floor beside you, wrapping his arms around your curled-up frame. at first you resisted, stiff against him. but then his warmth seeped in, his heartbeat steady against your cheek, and you finally let yourself melt into him.

“i’m sorry,” he murmured into your hair again and again, voice trembling with sincerity. “i’ll never call you that again. i swear.” your tears soaked into his hoodie, but you didn’t care. you clung to him now, tighter than before, needing proof that he wouldn’t push you away again.

theo held you just as fiercely. “you’re not clingy. you’re the best thing in my life. don’t ever doubt that.” the hall was quiet, but in his arms, the sting slowly eased.

when he finally pulled back, his eyes were red too. “come back inside with me? i won’t work anymore tonight. i just want to hold you.”

you searched his face, wary but softening. “…promise?”

he cupped your cheek, nodding. “promise.”

back in the studio, the desk lamp still glowed over scattered papers, but theo ignored it. he pulled you onto the couch with him, tucking you against his chest under his hoodie, as if shielding you from every harsh word he’d ever said. you exhaled slowly, the ache in your chest loosening at last.

“don’t ever scare me like that again,” you whispered.

he pressed a kiss to your hair. “never again. you’re my everything. too clingy? more like not close enough.”

for the first time all night, you smiled.

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jiung - 지웅

the dorm door clicked open, and jiung stepped inside, shoulders sagging under the weight of the day. his hoodie was pulled low over his eyes, backpack sliding down one arm like he didn’t even have the energy to hold it.

you were curled on the couch between intak and jongseob, waiting. the second you heard the door, you perked up, smile breaking across your face.

“ji!” you scrambled up, crossing the room to greet him. “you’re back, finally! how was practice? did you eat? do you want me to heat something up?” your arms went around him before he could answer, hugging him tight.

but instead of relaxing into you, jiung stiffened. “baby,” he said, voice low and rough, “not right now.” you pulled back slightly, blinking. “oh—sorry, i just missed you.”

he sighed, scrubbing a hand over his face. “i know. i just… can you not be clingy the second i walk in? i’m exhausted.”

the word landed sharp and cold.

clingy.

your smile faltered. behind you, the members shifted uncomfortably, the tension in the air immediate. intak opened his mouth to say something, but you shook your head quickly, forcing a little laugh.

“right. sorry. i’ll… give you space.”

you backed away, retreating toward the kitchen even though your chest ached. jiung didn’t look up. he just kicked off his shoes and trudged toward his room, leaving silence behind him.

the kitchen tiles blurred as you stood there, staring at nothing. your arms still tingled from the hug you’d given him, a hug he didn’t want.

clingy.

like you were too much. like your love was inconvenient. intak’s voice broke through softly. “hey… don’t listen to him. he’s tired. you know how jiung gets when he’s wiped.” jongseob nodded. “yeah. he didn’t mean it.” you forced a nod, but the sting was already lodged in your chest. “it’s fine. i get it.” but you didn’t, not really.

jiung collapsed face-first onto his bed, groaning into the pillow. his body was aching, his mind buzzing from hours of practice, but all he could think about was the look on your face when he brushed you off.

god, why had he said that?

he hadn’t meant it—not the way it came out. he just felt suffocated by the day, by the endless schedules and expectations, and when you hugged him, instead of grounding him like it usually did, it tipped him over the edge. but that wasn’t your fault. that was his.

and he’d said it in front of the others. guilt coiled in his stomach, hot and sickening. he sat up abruptly, dragging a hand down his face.

fix it. now.

you were curled on the couch again, knees tucked up, staring blankly at the tv that wasn’t even on. theo and keeho were talking quietly in the corner, casting glances your way, while jongseob scrolled through his phone. when jiung stepped out of his room, the air shifted. everyone looked up. his eyes found you immediately, and the sight twisted the knife in deeper. he crossed the room slowly, kneeling down in front of you.

“baby,” he said softly. you didn’t look at him. “shouldn’t i give you space?” theo muttered something under his breath that sounded like dumbass, but jiung ignored it, shame burning in his ears.

“no. i was wrong. i didn’t mean what i said.”

your arms tightened around your knees. “but you said it.”

“i know.” his voice cracked. “i was exhausted and frustrated, and i took it out on you. i called you clingy because i didn’t have the energy to think, but the truth is— i need your clinginess. i need you.” finally, your eyes lifted to his, glassy with unshed tears. “you really hurt me.”

“i know,” he whispered, throat tight. “and i hate that i did. you’re never too much for me. not ever. i was just… too tired to see what was right in front of me. the person who waits for me, worries about me, loves me no matter how drained i am.” his hand reached up, brushing tentatively over your arm. “i don’t deserve it, but please don’t pull away from me. not when i need you most.”

you stared at him for a long moment, the ache in your chest warring with the sincerity in his eyes. finally, you exhaled shakily. “…you’re such an idiot.” a shaky laugh slipped from him, relief flooding his face. “yeah. i am.”

you let him pull you into his arms then, clinging to him despite your words. he held you tighter, burying his face in your shoulder. “i’m sorry,” he murmured again and again. “you’re not clingy. you’re everything. i love how much you love me.”

“don’t say it if you don’t mean it,” you mumbled against his hoodie. “i mean it,” he swore, pressing a desperate kiss to your hair. “every word.”

keeho cleared his throat pointedly from across the room. “apology accepted—on behalf of all of us who had to watch that train wreck.” intak snorted, jongseob muttered facts, and theo just shook his head. but their teasing softened the tension, and you even laughed weakly into jiung’s chest.

he smiled at the sound, finally breathing again.

that night, he refused to let you out of his arms. curled together on his bed, he traced apologies across your skin with his fingertips, whispered promises into your hair until your breathing evened out.

and when you finally drifted off, he stayed awake just a little longer, holding you like he’d never let go.

“never too much,” he whispered into the dark. “never.”

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intak - 인탁 

the bass rattled the mirrors of the practice room, sweat beading across the boys’ foreheads as they drilled the same eight-count for the tenth time. intak’s jaw was tight, movements sharp but not sharp enough for him. he cursed under his breath when he stumbled on the transition again, shaking his head furiously.

“focus,” theo said gently, but intak just nodded curtly and restarted the track.

you leaned against the doorway, watching quietly. you’d brought snacks and water, hoping to cheer them up after the long session. mostly, you wanted to see intak. he’d been disappearing into practices all week, and you missed him.

“break time, please,” keeho groaned, flopping onto the floor dramatically. jiung laughed and joined him, tugging jongseob down too. “fine,” intak muttered, tossing his cap aside and collapsing against the wall. his chest rose and fell with heavy breaths, sweat darkening his shirt.

you took that as your chance.

“hey, tak,” you said softly, stepping inside. his head snapped up, eyes wide before softening a little. “oh. you’re here.” you grinned and held up the bag. “brought goodies! figured you guys could use fuel.”

cheers erupted from jiung and jongseob as they scrambled over. keeho clapped like you’d just saved his life. you giggled, setting the bag down, then went to sit beside intak. “you okay?” he nodded, eyes fixed on the floor. “just tired.” you reached to wipe some sweat from his temple with your sleeve. “you worked so hard. i’m proud of you.”

his jaw clenched. “don’t.”

you froze. “…don’t what?”

he finally looked at you, eyes sharp. “don’t smother me right now. i can’t breathe.” your chest tightened. “i was just-”

“you’re being clingy,” he snapped, louder this time. “i don’t need it right now.”

the room went dead silent.

keeho’s eyes widened. theo shot him a look. jiung and jongseob exchanged awkward glances, halfway through unwrapping a granola bar. you sat back slowly, heat flooding your cheeks. “…right. sorry.”

you stood abruptly, muttering something about needing air, and slipped out before anyone could stop you.

the practice room was thick with tension after the door shut.

“what the hell was that?” theo demanded, arms crossed. intak groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i didn’t mean-” “you called her clingy,” keeho cut in, voice sharp. “in front of us. when she literally just brought us snacks?”

jiung smacked him lightly on the arm. “not cool.” intak’s chest twisted with guilt, but frustration still buzzed in his veins. “i was stressed. i couldn’t think.”

“well, think now,” jongseob muttered. “because y/n looked she wanted to cry.”

intak’s stomach dropped. without another word, he grabbed his cap and bolted for the door.

you sat on the bench outside the practice room, picking at the hem of your sleeve. your chest still stung, the word echoing in your head. clingy. too much. the door opened, and intak rushed out, breathless.

“baby-”

you stood quickly. “don’t. it’s fine. go back to practice.” “no,” he said firmly, stepping closer. “practice can wait. you can’t.”

your eyes flicked away. “you made it pretty clear i can.” his heart squeezed. he reached for your hands, but you pulled them back.

“i’m sorry,” he blurted. “i didn’t mean it. i was frustrated, and i let it spill out the wrong way. you’re not clingy. god, you’re the opposite— you’re the only one who makes all this bearable.” you frowned, still hurt. “then why’d you say it?”

“because i’m an idiot,” he admitted instantly. “i was mad at myself, at my mistakes, and i lashed out at the one person i should never hurt. i swear, it wasn’t about you. it was about me not being good enough tonight.”

your throat tightened, tears threatening. “you made me feel like… like i was in the way.”

intak’s eyes softened, pained. he gently cupped your face, tilting it so you met his gaze. “you’re never in the way. you’re the reason i even get through days like this. when you wipe my sweat, when you cheer for me, when you just show up— it’s everything. i don’t deserve it, but i need it. i need you.”

you blinked, tears spilling despite yourself. “then don’t push me away.” his voice cracked. “i won’t. not again. i promise.”

you finally let him pull you into his arms, his hoodie damp against your cheek. he held you so tight it almost hurt, murmuring apologies into your hair. “you’re not clingy,” he whispered again and again. “you’re my safe place. i’m sorry i made you doubt that. i’ll make it up to you every day if i have to.”

you clung back, shaky but firm. “you better.”

he let out a soft, relieved laugh, kissing the top of your head. “yeah. i will.”

when you both returned to the practice room, the others tried to act casual, but keeho still shot intak a look.

intak tightened his grip on your hand, tugging you gently closer. “we’re good,” he said firmly, mostly to himself. you squeezed back, finally believing it.

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soul - 白翔太

the dressing room buzzed with energy after the show. staff members hurried around, touching up makeup, collecting mics, tossing bottles of water into eager hands. keeho was joking with jiung, theo stretched his sore shoulders, and jongseob was scrolling through fan posts already.

you slipped through the crowd, eyes searching. finally, you found him.

soul sat off to the side on a folding chair, head bowed, towel draped over his neck. sweat clung to his skin, strands of hair sticking to his forehead. you crossed the room quickly, crouching down in front of him. “hey,” you said softly, offering him a water. “you killed it out there. the fans were so loud for you.”

he didn’t look at you. “thanks.”

you frowned. “are you okay? your shoulder- you looked like you were stretching it too much during the last song. want me to-” he shifted back, jaw tight. “i said i’m fine.”

you hesitated, then reached anyway, dabbing at the sweat on his cheek with a tissue. “you don’t have to pretend with me. i just-” “stop,” he snapped, swatting your hand away.

your chest jolted. “i-”

his eyes finally lifted, sharp and frustrated. “you’re being clingy. can you just give me a minute to breathe?” the room went quiet. a couple staff members froze mid-step. jiung’s head whipped around, eyes wide. theo’s smile faltered.

you felt the sting instantly, your face flushing hot.

clingy.

you pulled back your hand slowly, standing up on shaky legs. “…right. sorry.” you mumbled something about grabbing more tissues and slipped out the door before anyone could stop you.

inside, tension lingered. keeho raised an eyebrow. “seriously, soul?”

soul groaned, dragging both hands through his damp hair. “i didn’t— i didn’t mean it like that.” “sure sounded like you did,” theo muttered.

jiung shook his head, clearly unimpressed. “y/n was just trying to take care of you. you could’ve just said you needed space.” soul’s chest tightened. shame crept in, sour and heavy. he knew they were right. he’d seen the hurt in your eyes before you turned away.

and it was his fault.

you leaned against the cool wall outside, biting the inside of your cheek hard to keep tears at bay. the backstage hallway was quiet except for the faint thrum of fans still screaming outside the venue.

clingy. like you were smothering him. like your love was a burden. you hugged yourself, heart aching. the door opened behind you, and hurried footsteps followed.

“baby.”

you looked up to see soul, hair still damp, panic written all over his face. you turned away. “shouldn’t you be inside celebrating?” he winced. “not without you.”

“you seemed fine without me a minute ago.”

the words cut, and he flinched.

“i didn’t mean it,” he said quickly. “i was overwhelmed. i couldn’t even hear myself think. i lashed out, and i used the worst word i could’ve picked.” your arms tightened around yourself. “you made me feel like i was suffocating you.”

he stepped closer, desperate. “no. you’re the only reason i can breathe on days like this. i swear, you’re not too much. you’re… you’re everything.”

you shook your head, voice small. “then why’d you say it?”

“because i’m an idiot,” he whispered. “because i was mad at myself for messing up a step, for being tired, for not being perfect— and instead of owning that, i pushed you away. i hurt the one person who was only trying to help.”

his voice cracked. “i hate that i did that to you. i hate that i made you doubt how much i need you.” slowly, he reached for your hands. this time, you let him take them. his grip was trembling but steady, grounding. “you’re not clingy,” he said, looking straight into your eyes. “you’re the one person who sees me when all of this—” he gestured vaguely toward the venue “—feels too big. you keep me sane. i’m so, so sorry i made you feel like a burden.”

your throat wobbled, the ache in your chest loosening just slightly. “don’t do it again.” he nodded quickly. “i won’t. never again. if i’m overwhelmed, i’ll tell you. i’ll never push you away like that.”

you searched his face, and all you saw was raw honesty. finally, you let out a shaky breath and leaned into him. he wrapped his arms around you instantly, holding you like he’d never let go. his hoodie was still damp from sweat, but you didn’t care.

“i need you,” he murmured into your hair. “cling to me all you want. i want it. i want you.”

you clung back, relief washing over you at last.

when you both walked back into the dressing room, everyone looked up. soul kept your hand firmly in his, expression set. “we’re okay.” he said quietly. keeho smirked. “better be.” jiung gave a small approving nod.

you squeezed soul’s hand, and this time, he squeezed back without hesitation. that night, when the lights were off and the noise of the day was gone, he whispered into the dark with your head on his chest:

“never too much. never clingy. just mine.”

and you believed him.

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jongseob - 종섭

the dorm was unusually calm for a friday night. the other members were sprawled in the living room—keeho watching a movie, theo half-asleep with his hoodie up, jiung scrolling through his phone.

you were curled up on the end of the couch beside jongseob, legs tucked under you, head resting on his shoulder. he’d been quiet all evening, distracted by whatever track he was mixing on his laptop.

you didn’t mind at first. being near him was enough. you liked the way his warmth felt against your side, how his fingers tapped softly to a rhythm only he could hear.

but after nearly an hour of silence, you started tracing gentle circles on his arm. “you’ve been staring at the same screen for twenty minutes,” you said softly. “you okay?”

he hummed, barely looking up. “yeah.”

you smiled. “want me to get you a snack?”

“no, thanks.”

you shifted a little closer, resting your chin on his shoulder to peek at the project. “what’re you working on?” he sighed quietly. “just… something.” your smile faltered. “you’ve been kinda distant lately.”

that made him pause. just for a second—then his jaw tightened. “i’m just tired, y/n.” “i know, but-” you tried to wrap your arm around him, seeking closeness, something to melt the space between you.

but he pulled back a little, the movement small but sharp. “can you not?” you blinked. “not what?” his tone came out clipped, too harsh. “not cling so much. it’s a lot sometimes.”

the sound of it hit you like a slap.

even keeho glanced up from the movie, brows furrowing. theo lifted his head, still half-asleep with eyes flicking between you both. you froze, the air suddenly too heavy. “i was just… trying to be close to you.”

“yeah, well,” jongseob muttered, rubbing his face. “sometimes it’s too much. it's clingy.”

the room went dead silent.

you felt your throat tighten. “okay.” you stood up quickly, forcing a small smile. “i’ll give you space then.”

keeho started to say something, but you were already heading toward the hallway. when the sound of your door shutting echoed down the hall, the silence that followed was deafening.

keeho turned down the volume on the TV. “what was that?” jongseob groaned, dragging his hands down his face. “i don’t know. i just—i snapped.”

“yeah,” theo said flatly. “and you snapped at the wrong person.” jiung leaned forward. “she literally did nothing wrong.”

soul, who had been silent up until then, looked over from his game. “you’re in trouble.” jongseob slumped back against the couch. “i know. god, i know.” keeho sighed. “you’ve been stressed, sure, but that doesn’t give you the right to take it out on her. you better fix it.”

he didn’t even respond—just stood and disappeared down the hall, guilt written all over him. you were sitting on the edge of the bed, hugging a pillow, trying not to cry.

the word clingy kept replaying in your head; like it had weight. like it meant too much. you’d only wanted to help, to be near him. but now all you felt was foolish.

a soft knock interrupted your spiral.

“y/n?” his voice came quietly from the other side of the door.

you didn’t answer.

he waited, then sighed. “can i come in?” after a long pause, you said, “yeah.” he slipped inside, eyes immediately landing on you; small, curled up, and clearly hurt.

his chest twisted. “i’m sorry.”

you didn’t look up. “you made me feel like i was annoying.”

he winced. “i didn’t mean that. i swear.”

“then why’d you say it?”

he hesitated, words fumbling out. “because i was tired, and my brain was loud, and i just… wanted quiet for a second. but i didn’t mean you were too much. i love that you’re close to me. i just-” he ran a hand through his hair, frustrated with himself. “i said it wrong. i hurt you. and i hate that.”

you glanced at him, eyes glassy. “you really did.”

he nodded, walking closer slowly, like he was afraid to scare you off. “i know. i’m so sorry. you’re not clingy. you’re caring. you’re the only person who makes this place feel calm.”

you stayed quiet, chewing your lip.

“sometimes,” he said softly, “i get so lost in my own head that i forget how lucky i am to have someone who wants to be near me at all.” that cracked something open in you. you blinked, tears slipping free.

“come here,” he whispered.

you hesitated—then let him pull you in.

his arms wrapped around you tightly, like he was afraid you’d disappear. he buried his face in your shoulder, voice breaking against your skin. “i’m sorry. i love when you touch me. i love when you care. i love you. i just got stupid.”

your fingers curled into his hoodie, clinging back. “then don’t push me away next time.” “i won’t,” he promised instantly. “you can hold me all you want. forever, if you want.”

you laughed through a sniffle. “that’s a little clingy.”

he smiled, relief flooding his expression. “guess we’re both clingy then.”

when you both rejoined the others in the living room, it was quieter softer somehow.

keeho didn’t say anything, just gave a little nod when he saw your hand in jongseob’s again. theo muttered, “good job,” without looking up. jiung smiled faintly.

you curled up next to him on the couch again, and this time, when you rested your head on his shoulder, he didn’t move away.

instead, his hand found yours under the blanket.

and just before you drifted off, you heard him whisper, barely audible, “cling to me all you want, baby. i’m not going anywhere.”

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a/n : thank you for reading & thank you for 400 followers<3

You'd considered ducking into a random bathroom stall more than once, but the idea of a quick, unsatisfying orgasm wasn't what you craved. You wanted to take your time, to spread out on your bed and really indulge yourself.

But to your dismay, as you walked into the living room, there was something else to already worry about.

You froze the moment the door clicked shut behind you. The living room dark and dead, but faint noises captured the atmosphere. There was a low, rhythmic sound, punctuated by heavy, ragged breathing. Your heart skipped a beat, not from fear, but from recognition.

Intak? He was home? He said he had work today… clearly not.

And he was definitely doing something he shouldn't be doing in your shared living space, or at least, not with his door open…?

Your first instinct was annoyance — you had been counting on having the place to yourself. But as you stood there, listening, that annoyance transformed into something else entirely. The sounds were unmistakable. The wet slap of skin on skin and his breathy gasps followed by low, desperate groans — he was jerking off, and from the sound of it, he was really going at it.

You dropped your bag in the hallway silently, your curiosity warring with the sudden spike of heat that flared in your lower belly. You knew you should go to your room, give him privacy, but the sound was magnetic. It pulled you forward, step by silent step across the hardwood floor, toward the hallway that led to the bedrooms. Your pulse quickened with each movement, your own arousal intensifying as you got closer to the source of those delicious sounds.

You'd heard Intak before, of course. The walls in this apartment were paper-thin, and more than once you'd wake up in the middle of the night to the sound of him pleasuring himself in the next room. Those nights, you'd lie there in the darkness, your hand creeping between your legs, matching your rhythm to his, imagining what he looked like or what he was thinking about. You'd always wondered if he knew you could hear him, if maybe he was doing it on purpose, putting on a show for you through the walls.

As you got closer, the noises became clearer, more distinct. And then, words. "Fuck... yes," He groaned, low and wrecked. But it was his next words that turned your blood to fire. "Just like that pretty girl... please..."

Your pussy clenched, a fresh wave of arousal flooding through you. He was thinking about someone?? Who was he thinking about? Girl from work? An idol? Actress? Your mind raced through the possibilities even as your feet carried you closer to his bedroom door. It was slightly cracked opne, like he didn't have the power in him to shut it all the way. Stupid, careless Intak — so lost in his fantasy that he hadn't even bothered. You pressed yourself against the wall just outside his room, your heart pounding so hard you were sure he'd hear it. Then, slowly and carefully, you leaned forward just enough to peek inside.

The sight that greeted you nearly made you gasp out loud.

He was sitting in his desk chair, head thrown back. His shirt was discarded on the floor, leaving his back and shoulders exposed, muscles shifting as he moved. You could see the flush running down his body, the way his shoulders flexed with each movement of his arm. His hand was moving furiously between his legs, his hips jerking up to meet his strokes. Even from the side, you could see how desperate he was, how completely lost in his pleasure.

"Fuck, so good," He whined, his voice breaking on a sob. “God, just like that YN.”

Your breath caught in your throat. ….

"Please," He continued, his voice ragged and needy.

Holy shit. He was thinking about you. The realization hit you like a physical blow, sending a shockwave of pure lust straight to your core. Intak, your life long friend and now roommate, the one who always left his dishes in the sink and borrowed your shampoo without asking, was jerking himself raw while fantasizing about you and your mouth on his cock.

You should have been angry. You should have slammed the door oprn and confronted him... But instead, you felt a dark, hungry satisfaction curl in your stomach. All those nights you'd spent touching yourself to the sound of him, wondering if he ever thought about you — and here was your answer. He wanted you.

You leaned against the doorframe, crossing your arms, and watched him. Your pussy was throbbing now, your clit so swollen and sensitive you could feel it pulsing with your heartbeat. You pressed your thighs together, trying to get some friction, some relief, but it only made it worse.

He was completely lost in it. His hand moved faster, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. You could see his abs contracting with every thrust of his hips, and the way his whole body was tensing up. By the way his breathing had gone ragged followed by desperate little whimpers escaping his throat, you could tell he was close.

He gasped, his hand speeding up, the slick sounds growing louder, filling the small room. "Just like that.. Fuck… Please.. please.."

The begging did something to you.

Hearing him so desperate, needy, and completely undone by the thought of you — it was intoxicating. It made you feel powerful, desired, and wanted in a way that made your head spin.

Your hand moved almost unconsciously to your breast, squeezing through your shirt, your nipple hard and aching under your palm. You watched as his movements became more frantic while his free hand gripped the armrest of his chair so hard his knuckles were white. His hips were lifting off the seat with each stroke, fucking into his fist like it was your pussy.

You couldn't take it anymore. The throbbing between your legs was demanding attention, and seeing him like this — vulnerable and filthy — was an opportunity you couldn't pass up. You stepped into the room, your socked feet making no sound on the carpet. Your heart was racing, adrenaline and arousal mixing into a heady cocktail that made you feel bold, reckless.

"Intak," You said, your voice low but firm.

He screamed. It was a high-pitched, undignified yelp as he scrambled to cover himself, knocking his gaming microphone off the desk in the process. It clattered to the floor with a crash that seemed deafening in the sudden silence. He spun, eyes wide with terror, his hands frantically trying to pull his sweatpants up over his erection.

But it was useless — his cock was too hard and big as it strained against the fabric. He looked like a guilty puppy, frozen in the headlights of your gaze.

"Holy shit!—I thought you were—" He stammered, his face burning a bright red that rivaled the flush on his chest. His eyes were wild, panicked, darting around the room like he was looking for an escape route.

"Hm," You hummed, cutting him off as you stepped further into the room. You walked toward him slowly, deliberately, watching him shrink back into his chair. "Was that my name I heard?”

His face, already red, somehow managed to go even redder. "No–.”

"Don't lie to me." You shook your head, your voice sharp. You stopped right in front of his chair, close enough that you could feel the heat radiating off his skin. You could smell him — sweat and something disgustingly male. It made your head spin, yet your pussy clenched with need. "I heard you."

He covered his face with his hands, groaning in misery. "I'm sorry. I'm a creep. I'm disgusting. I'll move out, just — please don't hate me. Please."

The desperation in his voice sent a thrill through you. He thought he was in trouble? He thought you were disgusted. He had no idea that you were just as turned on as he was — that your panties were soaked through and that you'd been fantasizing about this exact scenario for months.

You stepped right between his legs now, close enough that your knees were almost touching his thighs. You reached out to grab his wrists and pull his hands away from his face.

He resisted at first, but you were insistent, tugging until he finally let you pull his hands down. He looked up at you, eyes watery and filled with shame, but beneath that, you saw the hunger. He was still hard, you could see the tent in his sweatpants, practically vibrating with need. His cock was straining against the fabric, a wet spot forming where the head was leaking pre-cum.

"Hate you?" You laughed softly, your thumbs stroking over the sensitive skin of his inner wrists. You could feel his pulse racing under your fingers. "I didn't say I hated it."

He blinked, confused. "What?"

"Walls are thin, sweet Intak," You purred, leaning down so you were inches from him. You could see every detail of his face — the way his pupils were blown wide with arousal, and the way his lips were parted and trembling, the sheen of sweat on his forehead. "This isn't the first time I've heard you."

His jaw dropped. "You... what?"

"Mmhmm." You hummed, letting go of one of his wrists to trail your fingers up his bare arm. His skin was hot, almost feverish… goosebumps rising in the wake of your touch. "I've heard you plenty of times. Late at night, when you think I'm asleep. Early in the morning, when you think I've already left for work. You're not as quiet as you think you are."

"I–" He breathed, his eyes squeezing shut. "I'm so sorry. I didn't know. I thought—"

"And I never said anything." You continued, your eyes trailing down his chest to the waistband of his pants. His chest was heaving, his nipples hard little points. "Because sometimes, lying in my bed at night listening to you... it helped me get off, too."

His eyes snapped open, staring at you in disbelief. "You touched yourself thinking about me?"

"All the time." You admitted, your fingernails scratching lightly against his skin. He hissed at the contact, his hips bucking involuntarily. "I'd lie there in the dark, my hand between my legs, listening to you moan and imagining it was me making you feel that good. Imagining your cock inside me, stretching me open, filling me up."

Intak let out a shuddering breath, his eyes darkening as the words sank in. "Fuck," he whispered. "Are you serious right now? Because if you're messing with me—"

"But listening isn't enough anymore." You interrupted, your voice dropping to a husky whisper. "I want the real thing. I want to feel you… Want you to fuck me until I can't walk straight."

"Yeah?" He whispered, like he was afraid you'd vanish if he spoke too loud. “Please, if you're joking—“

"Do I look like I'm joking?" You reached down and palmed him through his sweatpants, feeling the solid, heavy heat of him. He was rock hard, his cock thick and hot even through the fabric. He hissed, his head falling back against the chair, his hands gripping the armrests.

"Besides... you’ve stolen my panties, haven’t you?"

He froze, his eyes snapping open to meet yours. There was no point in denying it. You could see the guilt written all over his face, mixed with arousal and fear. "I..."

"Hm." You said, a slow smile spreading across your face. You gave him a firm squeeze that made him whine, a high-pitched sound of need that went straight to your clit. "You don't think I notice when my dirty panties go missing from my laundry? My black lacey ones? Or the pink cotton ones with a little bow? My red thong?"

"I'm sorry." He breathed, looking up at you with those wide, pleading eyes. "I just couldn't help it. You smell so good. I know it's fucked up.”

"It is fucked up," You agreed, your hand moving in slow circles over his cock. You could feel it twitching under your palm, how desperately he needed relief. "But I like it. I like knowing you wanted me so badly you had to steal my panties. What did you do with them, Intak? Did you wrap them around your cock while you jerked off? Did you hold them to your face and breathe me in while you came?"

"Y..yes" He admitted, his voice breaking. "Both. I'm sorry.”

"Don't apologize." You said, sinking to your knees in front of him. The carpet was rough against your knees, but you didn't care. You were eye-level with his crotch now, could see the outline of his cock straining against his sweatpants, could see the wet spot spreading. "I think it's sweet."

He stared at you, mesmerized, as you hooked your fingers into the waistband of his sweatpants. "What are you doing?"

"What does it look like?" You asked, tugging the fabric down. He lifted his hips to help you, and then his cock sprang free, slapping against his stomach.

Fuck. He was way bigger than you'd imagined. Thick and long, the head flushed an angry red and leaking pre-cum. You could see a vein running along the underside, pulsing with his heartbeat. Your mouth watered at the sight.

You wrapped your hand around the base, marveling at the weight of him in your palm. He was hot, almost burning, and so hard you could feel him throbbing.

"I've touched myself to the idea of something like this countless times." You whispered, leaning in to lick a stripe up the underside of his shaft. He cried out, his hands flying to your hair, tangling in the strands. The taste of him exploded on your tongue. "Just hope you live up to the standards in my head."

"I will." He promised, his voice wrecked. "I'll do whatever you want. Please, I... please."

You didn't make him wait any longer. You leaned forward and took him into your mouth, hollowing your cheeks and sucking hard. He hissed your name while his hips jerked up off the chair, forcing his cock deeper into your throat. You relaxed your jaw, letting him fuck your mouth, enjoying the desperate, needy sounds he was making.

"Oh fuck– fuck," He chanted, his fingers tightening in your hair and holding on like you were the only thing keeping him grounded. "Feels so good–"

You hummed around him, the vibrations making him gasp. You took him deeper, until the head of his cock hit the back of your throat. You swallowed around him, fighting your gag reflex, and he nearly came apart.

"Wait, wait, wait–" He gasped, tugging gently on your hair. "I don't want to yet. I want—I need—"

You pulled off with a pop, a string of saliva connecting your lips to the head of his cock. You looked up at him, your hand still working away while your lips were swollen and wet with a smile. "What do you need, Intak?"

"I need to taste you," He said, his voice desperate. “Need to know if you taste as good as I imagine."

Heat flooded through you at his words. "Stand up," You ordered.

He scrambled to obey, nearly tripping over his sweatpants pooled around his ankles. He kicked them off, standing before you completely naked, his cock jutting out proudly. You moved to sit on the edge of the bed, right in front of him. His eyes were locked on you, watching your every move with an intensity that made your skin prickle.

You hooked your thumbs into the waistband of your shorts. Slowly, teasingly, you shimmied them down your hips, along with your panties. You kicked them off to the side, leaving you bare from the waist down. The cool air hit your overheated pussy, making you gasp.

His eyes locked onto your exposed pussy, his mouth falling open slightly. You could see his cock twitching, leaking onto his thigh. "Fuck," He breathed. "You're so wet."

"All day, I’ve been." You admitted, leaning back on your hands and spreading your legs wide, giving him an unobstructed view as he got on his knees.

"Okay, stop staring and put that mouth to use."

Intak didn't hesitate, quickly he surged forward, burying his face in your cunt with a groan that vibrated through your entire body. His tongue was hot and frantic, lapping at your folds like a starving man. You gasped, your head falling back as he found your clit almost immediately, sucking it into his mouth.

"Oh, fuck," You moaned, your hands finding his hair. It was soft, slightly damp with sweat, and you gripped it tightly, holding him against you. "Just like that. Good boy."

He whimpered against your skin, the praise spurring him on. He ate you out with a single-minded intensity, his nose rubbing against your clit as his tongue plunged inside you. He was messy and sloppy – you could feel his saliva mixing with your own arousal as it dripped down your thighs, and it was perfect. He was showing how much he's wanted this, how much he's needed you.

His hands came up to grip your thighs, spreading you wider, holding you open for his mouth. His fingers dug into your flesh, hard enough to leave bruises, but you didn't care. The slight pain only added to the pleasure, making everything more intense.

"That's it," You panted, your hips starting to rock against his face. "Fuck, dont ’stop–."

He moaned against you, the vibrations sending shockwaves through your core. He pulled back just enough to gasp, "I've imagined this every single night."

A moan ripped from your throat as you tugged on his hair. "Show me what you've been dreaming about."

He dove back in with renewed enthusiasm, his tongue working your clit in tight circles. You could feel the orgasm building, that familiar tension coiling in your lower tummmy. But you didn't want to cum yet. You wanted to draw this out, and savor every second of having him on his knees for you.

He pulled back slightly, gasping for air, his chin glistening with your sex. He looked up at you, his eyes glassy and unfocused, completely fucked-out. His lips were swollen and red, his cheeks flushed. He looked absolutely wrecked, and you'd barely even started.

"You're so perfect," You panted, stroking his hair back from his forehead. Your fingers were gentle now, soothing. "Taste good?"

"I love it," He rasped, his voice hoarse. "Love how you taste. Love the sounds you make." He dove back in, his tongue flattening against your clit, licking in long, slow strokes that made your toes curl.

You looked down and noticed his hips moving, bucking forward rhythmically. He was humping the air, seeking friction for his neglected cock, but he didn't stop licking you. He was obsessed, pussy drunk, barely coming up for air as he worked you toward the edge.

"Look at me," You begged, tugging on his hair.

He pulled his mouth away just enough to look up at you, his tongue still darting out to catch your juices. The sight of him He looked like he was worshipping you, like eating your pussy was the greatest privilege he'd ever been given.

"You're doing so well." You praised him, and watched his eyes light up. "Making me feel so good."

He moaned, his eyes fluttering closed for a moment before snapping back open. He didn't want to miss a second of this or stop looking at you. His tongue went back to work, lapping at your entrance, gathering your wetness before moving back up to your clit.

"I'm close," You warned him, your thighs starting to tremble. The tension was building, coiling tighter and tighter. He doubled his efforts, sucking on your clit and sliding two fingers inside you, curling them just right. They slid in easily, your pussy wet and ready for him. He found that perfect spot inside you that made you see stars, and pressed against it.

"NghFuck—“ You cried out, your back arching off the bed.

He kept his fingers right where they were, pumping them in and out while his mouth worked your clit. His other hand was still gripping your thigh, holding you open, and you could feel him trembling with the effort of holding himself back. His cock was probably aching, desperate for attention, but he didn't stop. He was completely focused on you and making you cum.

"Intak,” You gasped, your fingers tightening in his hair.

He groaned against you, the vibrations pushing you over the edge. You cried out, your body shaking as the orgasm tore through you. Your walls clamped down on his fingers, your thighs trying to close around his head, but he held you open, and licked you through it. He lapped up everything you gave him, moaning like it was the best thing he'd ever tasted.

The pleasure seemed to go on forever, wave after wave crashing over you. Your vision went white as your whole body tensed and then released. As you came down, panting heavily, your body still twitching with aftershocks, you pushed him back gently.

He pulled away reluctantly, his fingers sliding out of you. Intak looked dazed, his lips puffy amd face shining with your arousal. He brought his fingers to his mouth, sucking them clean, and the sight made your pussy clench all over again.

"Shit–" You breathed. "That was..."

"Amazing," He finished, his voice rough. "Taste so good. Can I do it again?"

You laughed, breathless. "Later. Right now, I need you inside me."

His eyes widened, cock twitching visibly. "Really?"

You rolled your eyes before you grabbed his shoulders, hauling him up from the floor and onto the bed. He climbed up eagerly, his body covering yours. You could feel his cock, hard and hot, pressing against your thigh.

“Need you so bad.” He let out a breath, his forehead resting against yours. "I've wanted this for so long."

"Prove it." You whispered, reaching between your bodies to wrap your hand around his cock. He gasped at the contact, his hips jerking forward. You guided him to your entrance, rubbing the head of his cock through your folds, coating him in your wetness. He was trembling, his whole body tight with anticipation.

Intak pushed forward, sinking into you inch by inch. You groaned at the stretch, the feeling of fullness overwhelming after so long wanting this. He felt huge, hot and hard and pulsing inside you. Your pussy stretched to accommodate him, the slight burn only adding to the pleasure.

He choked out your name, his eyes squeezing shut. "So tight. Feels better than I ever imagined."

When he was finally buried to the hilt, he stopped, his forehead still resting against yours, his breathing ragged. You could feel him throbbing as you wrapped your legs around his waist, your heels digging into his lower back.

Intak started to thrust, slow and deep at first, savoring the feeling. Each stroke dragged against your walls, hitting spots inside you that made you gasp. Able to feel every ridge, vein, and the way his cock curved just right to hit your special spot.

"So pretty." He panted, his hips moving in a steady rhythm. "So perfect.“

"God, go harder–" You asked, your nails digging into his shoulders.

Something in him snapped and his control completely shattered as he started pounding into you, his hips snapping against yours with wet, slapping sounds. The bed creaked beneath you, the headboard hitting the wall with each thrust. He was whimpering with every thrust, high-pitched sounds of pleasure that went straight to your head.

"Yes, yes, yes!" You chanted, meeting him thrust for thrust. Your bodies were slick with sweat, sliding against each other. You could feel another orgasm building already, the pressure mounting with each stroke of his cock inside you.

"You're so beautiful." He whimpered before you pulled him down for a kiss. Your lips crashed together, messily. You immediately tasted yourself on his tongue, musky and sweet while he moaned into your mouth, his hips still stuttering as he lost his rhythm for a moment.

You reached between your bodies, your fingers finding your clit. You rubbed in tight circles, the added stimulation making you cry out. Your pussy clenched around him, and he groaned, his thrusts becoming more erratic. "So close," You gasped. "Don't stop. Please don't stop."

"I won't," He promised, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "Gonna make you feel so good, promise."

The pressure was building. Your whole body was tense, every muscle coiled tight. Your fingers worked your clit frantically, chasing that peak. "I'm gonna come," He warned you, his voice breaking.

"I can't hold it. You feel too good."

"Not yet," You gasped, your fingers moving faster. You were right on the edge, so close you could taste it. "Wait for me. Just a little longer."

He let out a sob, burying his face in your neck, his hips pounding into you relentlessly. "I'm trying, I'm trying..”

"Almost," You panted, your body starting to shake.

And when you were there, your orgasm slammed into you like a freight train. You cried out, your back arching off the bed as your pussy clamped down around him like a vice. The pleasure was overwhelming, whiting out your vision once again and making your whole body convulse.

Intak pulsed deep inside you as he spilled everything himself. You felt it — hot and thick, filling you completely. Your walls clamped down around him, milking him and drawing out every last drop.

"Fuuuuck." He whimpered against your neck, his hips still moving in shallow thrusts, riding out his orgasm while buried deep inside you. You wrapped your arms around him, holding him close as he came, your legs locked around his waist, keeping him exactly where he was. You didn't want him to pull out, or lose the feeling of him inside you.

He collapsed on top of you, his chest heaving against yours, his cock still buried deep. For a long moment, you both laid there, breathing heavily, your bodies intertwined. You could feel him softening inside you, and the warmth of his release coating your inner walls.

Eventually, he lifted his head to look at you, his eyes glazed and satisfied. "God." he breathed. "That was..."

"Yeah," you agreed, running your fingers down his back. You were a mess, covered in sweat, your hair sticking to your forehead. But you felt amazing, satisfied in a way you hadn't been in months.

And the feeling of him still inside you, even as he softened, was absolutely perfect.

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For as long as you can remember, you’ve always treated yourself with respect. That means never putting yourself down for anyone — especially men.

So why did you travel countless miles for a guy? A guy who makes a living posting his dick online — so you were sure that at least 80% of the reason he wanted to see you was just to add another one to his list.

Anyway, you didn’t object. It’s not like Intak was ugly or boring… You just judged yourself internally for going through the humiliation of leaving your own country purely for sex.

But it’s not like you can turn back now: you’re here, in a stranger’s bedroom, waiting for something to happen. At this point, is stranger even the right term?

And coming from a practically porn star, you expected some attitude. But Intak is nicer and more of a gentleman than you expected. Like, you could have carried your stuff from his car to the front door all by yourself. And you don’t need a pair of hands on your waist to help you walk around his house.

It’s not like you’re desperate to have sex. Fucking wasn’t even one of your priorities while you were staying at Intak’s house. But he won’t shut up. You can’t tell if he’s nervous, happy, excited, or all three. It’s cute — that’s undeniable. He hasn’t stopped smiling since the moment he saw you, chattering away about everywhere he wants to take you.

“We could also go to this café. I swear it's so amazing their coffee is from another worl-”

“Intak,” you finally gathered courage to interrupt him. You raised your eyebrows and shrugged as if it were obvious what you meant. But his confused expression made you roll your eyes.

You force yourself up, propping yourself on your arm as you look at the boy who is still lying there. “Aren't you gonna fuck me?”

Intak's eyes widened so much that, if it weren't for the situation, you'd think someone was standing behind you with a gun pointed at your head. Where had all the attitude from the messages gone?

“Like, now?” was all he said. Men are so stupid, was all you could think.

If you rolled your eyes once more, you could swear they’d get stuck behind your head, so you simply leaned toward him, pressing your lips against his gently — an invitation.

He didn't even give you a chance to pull away before he was already pulling you toward him by your face for another kiss — this time a desperate one — where you could tell he wanted it more than you did.

“I thought you wanted to wait,” he breaks the kiss but doesn't get a millimetre away from you: hands up and down your body while his mouth travels down to your neck. “You smell better than I imagined,”

And suddenly you feel a sudden pain. And then another. And yet another. “Seriously? Hickeys? How old are you?

It was Intak’s turn to roll his eyes and with that damn cocky smirk on his lips. Insufferable.

While he was having fun marking your neck all over, you found out he's a big fan of nape caressing, letting out occasional low moans while you could feel him shivering.

Feeling uncomfortable and with almost no strength in your arm anymore, you find yourself laying on the bed once again, followed by Intak crawling over you.

“‘Wanna see your tits so bad. Got off to that pic you sent me literally every night,” the contrast between your look of shock and his look of pure lust was almost comical. He groped your breasts over your shirt as if he didn’t have full permission to take it off.

“Take it off,” you grab his hands to increase the friction while maintaining eye contact.

“Can I?” His eyes don't even move away from your breasts and how pretty they look when pushed together.

You start to wonder about Intak’s bed skills. He acts way too gentle for someone who sounded far too desperate.

Wanting to satisfy your own desires, you work up enough courage to take off your shirt, tossing it somewhere in the room. Intak’s expression was worth the wait.

“It's the same bra,” his hands quickly worked through your barely covered chest. You couldn't concentrate on the way his fingers lightly caressed your skin when his expression was showing more than lust.

After you let him explore your upper body his own way, Intak finally pulls the straps of your bra down. He doesn't say a word; he just bends down and takes his time basically making out with your nipple — his hand not leaving the other behind. The contrast of the cold room with the warmth of his mouth made you rub your thighs, trying to cool down the heat between your legs.

Your hands went back stroking his hair, taking moans louder than yours from him.

Losing your patience, you pull Intak’s head toward you — his face flushed with desire: his cheeks and ears red, the corners of his lips wet with his own saliva, and that damn passionate look in his eyes.

“Let me ride you,” you take your hand to cup the side of his face, bringing him close to your face once again in a sloppy kiss.

Intak is the one to break the kiss to sit leaning against the headboard. He manages to look even prettier out of breath and hair a mess.

“Condoms,” you look around the room trying to figure out the most probable way for condoms to be, eyes falling onto the nightstand almost immediately.

With the condoms in hand, you position yourself on top of Intak, wasting no time grinding against the outrageously visible bulge in his pants.

He grabs your hips roughly and stares directly at the spot where your still-covered intimacy rubs against his, letting out a few gasping moans.

You don't fall behind, taking the opportunity to rub yourself harder, providing some relief from the pent-up arousal in your clit.

“Please, stop teasing,” he grips your hips even tighter, guiding your movements and, as a result, losing control of his moans.

“‘Gonna cum already?” You laugh to yourself when, in contrast, he closes his eyes shut while trying to distract himself to not cum in his pants.

“Stop- ah- seriously, stop,” you would never say Intak was that sensitive. You decide to stop out of pity, but don't hide your satisfied expression.

Having decided to put an end to the teasing, you sit up just enough to pull his pants and underwear down, being rewarded with the sight of his cock pressing against his lower abdomen.

You feel your breathing failing to the sight of his dick. You wouldn't say it out loud, but it's better than the videos.

It's like an instinct — you grab it, and it feels even better than just looking at it. It's so hot and hard that you can feel your pussy twitching.

You don't lose much time jerking him off, as you are losing patience every minute that passes by. You tear open the condom package and slowly put on his cock, not missing the opportunity of a last tease on his tip.

Without further ado, you don't waste any more seconds and pull your panties aside from under your skirt, rubbing his member against your folds before sliding it inside.

You both moan in unison, throwing your heads back. You feel so full that you have no doubt Intak’s cock was made just for you.

“Fuck,” he looks back at you — or rather, down at you — and pulls your skirt up, trying to get a glimpse of where your bodies are connected. “You feel better than I could’ve ever imagined.”

Swaying your hips and, as a result, creating a pleasurable sensation against your clit, you wonder how many times he actually got off thinking of you. The thought alone made you start moving faster, this time up and down as precisely as you could, ignoring the eventual pain in your lower back and legs.

The vision Intak had was heavenly: your boobs bouncing up and down, your skin red and so hot it almost burned to the touch, the hickies turning into purple marks, and your face completely detached from reality. He didn’t have to do anything; just laying there, giving you pleasure exactly the way you wanted it, was enough for him.

“Slap me,” it came out low, almost like a mumbling. You didn't hear it, too focused on chasing your own orgasm.

To get your attention, he cupped one of your breasts as hard as he could, making you squeak and look down on him.

“Slap me,” he repeated and your eyes widened in surprise. The sensation of having him so devoted to you alone could make you cum. And you did as he asked for: one slap followed by a loud moan. And then enough to make his cheeks the reddest they've ever been.

Intak was already out of this planet. He wasn't even thinking anymore, just feeling his orgasm building up the more you hit him.

“You are indeed a whore — fuck,” feeling confident enough, you grab him by the cheeks and force his mouth open, leaning over to spit in his mouth.

That was enough for him to cum without a warning. Even with the condom, you could feel your insides warmer, which sent shivers down your spine.

While Intak was desperately searching for any trace of oxygen, you quickly pulled him off to lay down on the bed.

“I didn't cum,” you remotely said as you took your panties off and spread your legs, waiting for him to do exactly what you wanted.

And he does. As desperate as he was at the beginning, he lays down with his head between your legs.

Your right hand goes straight to his hair, while the other one tightly grips the sheets.

If he wasn't doing all the work fucking you, he compensates eating you out. Going from sucking your clit like his life depended on it to diving in your pussy, rubbing all of his face against it.

Your moans — or screams — were his fuel. As loud you moaned, the faster he moved his tongue.

“Wait- ah, fuck- Intak,” the grip on his hair tightened so much that he could swear he would go bald.

You desperately looked for your phone to record him before you could cum. He couldn't help but smile against your cunt, confused to decide if he should stare at you or at the lens.

As you felt your orgasm close, you wrapped your legs around his neck and started gridding against his face. The phone is already somewhere on the bed again.

The familiar sensation came and your body felt everything at once. You screamed so loud that it came out silent.

Once your body relaxed, you were finally able to breathe again. Intak fell to your side and hugged your waist, burying his face on the curve of your neck.

“Why did you film me?” the question came out muffled and dragged, as he was rubbing his nose against your skin.

“I'm gonna post it, of course.”

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The question sparked a heat low in your belly, though you were shocked. Slap him?

Before Intak, your sex life had been... fine. A little boring and predictable but alright.

Since being with him, he’d introduced you to a whole new world of pleasure. Nothing too extreme, but far from the vanilla you were used to.

Each new discovery had felt like uncovering a hidden layer within yourself, filled with surprising desires. You never thought you'd be into being the dominant one, but he brought it out of you so easily.

This, though? This was new territory.

You weren't opposed. Not exactly. But nervous? Absolutely. What if you hurt him? What if you did it wrong? What if it killed the mood, shattered this incredible connection you’d been building?

"Intak..." you started, your voice shaky.

He instantly softened, reaching out to gently cup your cheek. "Hey. No pressure. Seriously, none. If it freaks you out, forget I said it. It’s just... a thought." His thumb brushed your skin, his eyes earnest. "You never have to do anything you're uncomfortable with. Ever."

His reassurance, the priority he placed on your comfort over his own desire, quelled some of your fears

You were overcome with a new determination to meet him in this strange, new place. You looked into his warm, expectant eyes and saw the flicker of hope he couldn't quite hide.

"No," you whispered, finding your voice again. "I... I want to try it."

His eyes widened, pure joy flooding his face. His lips curved into a dazzling, almost disbelieving smile that forced one onto your own.

He looked so happy, so utterly grateful, that in that moment, you knew you’d move mountains for him if he wanted you to. You’d never deny him anything that could put that light in his eyes.

He didn't mention the topic again.

But when you were alone, you researched. You watched endless videos, read forums filled with discussions about different techniques and angles and pressure. You were still nervous but now you were buzzing with anticipation, especially at the memory of his happy smile.

A week later, Intak lay sprawled beneath you on the bed, his dark eyes wide and fixed on you with adoration. His cock was buried deep inside you as your hips rolled in slow, deep circles that dragged your clit delicious against his base.

Then you lifted yourself almost entirely off, hovering for a second before sinking back down onto his length with a sharp gasp that mirrored his choked groan. You kept the rhythm, up and down, then grinding again as you used his body for your pleasure.

His mouth hung open, soft whines and breathy whimpers escaping him. His eyes were glued to the hypnotic bounce of your titts above him, hands gripping your waist, fingers digging in slightly with each deep thrust you took.

Then as you arched your back, bringing your chest closer to him, his hands slid upwards, fingers finding your nipple.

The added pleasure had you writhing above him. It wasn't unwelcome exactly, but right now, it felt like a distraction from where you were working his cock. You needed control and complete focus.

Fueled by the dominant energy, you brushed his hand away from your chest.

He whimpered when you thrusted down on him particularly hard—a sound of pure need—and his hand drifted back almost immediately, seeking the heat of your skin again.

Almost on instinct, after hours of research and studying, your left hand that was braced beside his head on the mattress, lifted.

In one swift motion, your palm connected sharply with the curve of his cheekbone and Intak’s head snapped sideways with the force, a gasp tearing from his throat.

Then, slowly, he turned his face back towards you as a slow, dumb smile spread across his lips, wide and blissful and slightly dazed. His eyes, when they met yours, were hazy with euphoria.

The sight of pain and pleasure on his face sent a jolt straight to your pussy as you clenched around his cock, a new wave of intense pleasure washing over you so powerfully it made your thighs tremble, drawing a shudder from your own lips.

He bit his lower lip, his gaze locked onto yours, dark and pleading and so needy. He wanted more.

Drunk on power and his surrender, you wrapped your hand firmly around his throat.

You used the grip as leverage, pulling yourself down onto him harder, fucking yourself onto his cock with a new intensity.

Beneath you, pinned by your hand and your body, Intak looked... transcendent almost. His eyes fluttered shut for a second before reopening, gazing up at you with a look full of worship, a contented sigh escaping his constricted throat.

He looked as if where he was, under your body and at your mercy as you rode him, was the only place in the entire universe he ever wanted to be.

You tightened your grip just slightly and his cock pulsed inside you, on the edge of release.

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Jiung and Intak, sitting at your sides and across from each other at your small breakfast table, freeze in the middle of their petulant glaring and angry chopstick pointing. 

It hasn’t even been an hour since they stepped into your apartment—you’d invited them to smooth things over since that night only seemed to unravel the tension into something messier. 

The peace had lasted all of ten minutes before the subtle bickering started up again. And now, here you are, in the middle of yet another battle you were unwittingly drafted into. 

They turn to you, their endless ire towards the other slipping away to shock, one flustered and one appalled. 

“I didn’t even get to fuck you,” Intak huffs, dropping his chopsticks with a clatter into his bowl. His round eyes sharpen and snap back to Jiung. “He practically hogged you the whole damn time.”

Jiung’s hand tenses around his chopsticks before he neatly places them down. “You’re just bitter that you lost,” he responds coolly, though the tic in his jaw as he returns Intak’s glare is anything but. 

You sigh to yourself as, like clockwork, they spur on. You were foolish to think you could ease things over with a peaceful dinner and drinks, but the further they get into their bottle of soju, the further they seem to settle in their pettiness. 

“Guys,” you warn. 

“I won, fair and square,” Jiung states, completely ignoring you. 

Intak sputters, hands flying wildly as he attempts to defend himself. “You cheated! What happened—that was—you weren’t supposed to—“

“Nothing happened,” Jiung cuts in, his demeanour of calm a fickle thing in the face of being reminded of the… unforeseen events of that night. 

Jiung refuses to acknowledge what happened between them. He chooses to live in complete denial. You, however…

Flashes come back to you—of an angry kiss, pushing hands, low grunts. None of anything that had any involvement from you.

Your thighs clamp together as a sharp sting of arousal shoots through you at the reminder. The amount of times you’ve had to physically restrain yourself from touching yourself to that memory is a number you’re not willing to admit. 

But now, with them in front of you looking as frustrated and flushed as that night, you can’t help that your body reacts to it. 

If only they would stop fucking fighting. 

“Guys,” you repeat, louder but all the same ignored. 

Intak has a sly grin on his lips now, one that can only mean trouble. “Don’t act like you didn’t like it.”

You could be wrong, but Intak seems to be in the same boat as you. Unless it’s just another one of his tactics—to hold it over Jiung’s head that he might have actually been into what had happened. 

“I just had to do what I had to do,” Jiung snaps, unable to hide the red that starts climbing up his neck to settle at the tips of his ears. “That’s it.”

Intak just preens, feeding off of Jiung’s fluster. “Is that it, hyung? Hm?” The wider his smirk grows, the sharper Jiung’s glare turns and the redder his cheeks go. “I felt you, you know. I could tell how close you were—“

“Intak,” Jiung cuts in, low and warning. 

But in pure Intak fashion, he barrels through. “You don’t want to admit it.” He crosses his arms on the table, his smirk going lazy as his eyes crawl down the slopes of Jiung’s pretty face and rest on his lips. 

Suddenly, you’re not in the room anymore. You might as well be a fly on the wall, just watching the scene unfold right in front of you. 

“But I think you liked it.”

Jiung doesn’t respond, whether to prevent what regrets he might let slip out or simply because he can’t find the words, you don’t know. 

And Intak takes the opportunity to press on. “And I bet,” he murmurs, his eyes traveling further down, “you’re hard under the table right now just thinking about it.”

The pause that follows is thick and nearly tangible with tension in the small space between you three. 

But there is also the chance that Jiung might throw something. To save the peace of your home, you cut in. 

“If you two are going to fuck, can you not do it where I eat?”

All at once the tension breaks—Jiung clicks his tongue as he picks up the empty bowls and rises for the kitchen (he’s not hard), and Intak beams with the satisfaction that he’s won the argument for once. 

Intak turns to throw you a cocky grin. “Dont worry, we wouldn’t leave you out of it.”

You roll your eyes despite the smile tugging on your lips as you rise with your bottle of soju and escape to your couch. 

“Keep dreaming, lover boy,” you tease without commitment as you drop yourself on the cushions. 

Honestly, you wouldn’t want anything more. But you can’t let yourself admit that. Rather, you can’t let them know that—you don’t know just how much more insufferable they can get. You don’t want to know.

As expected, Intak follows you with his complaints. 

“But that’s not fair,” he whines as he drops down beside you with a pout. “I didn’t get a turn.”

“Because Jiung won, fair and square.”

“Oh come on,” he huffs, his warm hand landing on your knee and clamping down pleadingly as he fixes you with those big eyes and that cute smile that he knows you’re weak to. His voice drops to a low purr as he crowds into your space. “I can do so much better than him.”

Your body seems to not want to heed your inhibitions; instead it welcomes his heat in your orbit, subtly seeking it out.

Intak notices the way you falter, and he braves to slide his hand up to settle on your thigh. The heat of his skin is a searing presence through your jeans. 

“Don’t you wanna find out?” He asks, a low whisper as his eyes settle on your lips. The tip of his tongue flicks out in a subconscious tic, one you’ve become familiar with, and leaves his lips looking even more enticing. 

You do want to find out. Your body pulses with a need to. 

So you swallow down the tension in your throat, shifting just a little closer.  

“Don’t fall for it,” comes Jiung’s deep voice as he settles on your other side, another wall of heat encasing you. It sobers you immediately. “He’s all bark and no bite.”

You mentally shake yourself out of your stupor and sigh to yourself, leaning back on your cushions to escape the line of fire. 

“How would you know?” Intak immediately bites, his attention easily pulled from you and fixed on Jiung. Though his hand remains clamped down on your thigh. “See for yourself, and then you can talk shit.”

“I’m not fucking you.”

Intak sputters. “I didn’t mean that!”

“Yeah? Then what did you mean?”

“I just—you—just, go back to the kitchen!”

“Not until you get your dirty paws off of her.”

“Dirty? I’ll show you dirty—“

“Oh my god, are you guys going to just fight or fuck me?” You snap. Two sets of eyes turn to you, bewildered. “Or are you going to actually fuck each other finally? At least let me watch.”

They gape at you like fish, jaws slacked and eyes wide. 

“You—was that a serious offer?” Intak asks, gaze practically glittering at the prospect. 

“Fucking each other?” You raise a brow. “If that’s what you want, go for it, I’ll happily sit back and w—“

“Cut the crap,” Jiung snaps, and you quickly close your mouth. 

Your body grows hot at the tone of his voice, so demanding and so similar to then. He narrows his sharp eyes at you and somehow makes you feel like you should be the one apologizing. 

“Why did you really invite us here tonight?” He asks.

Well. You certainly weren’t fooling yourself.

You let out a sigh, leaning forward to drop your bottle on the coffee table. “Guess there’s no point in pretending.” 

You become hyper aware of their presence, their prying eyes. The air becomes more heated with each passing second that they wait for your answer. 

“I can’t stop thinking about that night,” you admit. 

Your gaze flits between the two of them. Intak just looks hungry, like he’d been waiting to hear that all night. Jiung looks… a little shy. 

He avoids your gaze, looking instead at Intak’s hand fidgeting with the inner seam of your jeans, but he isn’t really looking. 

The thought of making him squirm makes you preen internally. Is this what Intak feels?

“What is it, Jiung?” You coo teasingly. “Don’t tell me you’ve been thinking about it too.”

“How could I not?” He defends weakly, eyes flicking up to you for half a second but they run away, land on Intak, then flit quickly away again like he can’t figure out where he can look without exposing himself. 

It’s cute. Really cute. 

You chance a look at Intak and see that he feels the same, watching Jiung with that same dazed smile you’ve caught him looking at you with. 

And it makes you ponder. 

“Hm…” You lean back, smiling when both pairs of eyes follow you. “Glad I’m not the only one.”

Neither of them respond. They simply wait and watch, like they’re waiting for a cue. Or a demand. 

You bite down on your lip, reaching for Intak’s hand still on you. You lace your fingers through his, his hand twitching in response like he wasn’t expecting the touch. You give it a light tug. 

“C’mere, Intak,” you call quietly, and like a sailor falling for his damnation, he gives to your beckon. 

His lips press to yours slowly at first. Like he’s testing the waters to see what’s safe despite already having been here before. 

You lift your hand to his jaw in quiet encouragement and he takes it well, pressing more insistently against you with a settling sigh. 

You tease your tongue against his lip and he groans like it’s his ruin, his fingers clamping down tighter into your flesh, almost painfully so. 

Magnetized, he parts his lips for you and you lick your way into wet heat, meeting his tongue halfway. There’s something about him that isn’t as eager as that night. He isn’t trying to prove anything to you. It’s like he’s just… giving himself over. 

It makes you dig your hand into his hair and pull, drinking up that pained whimper he lets out into your mouth. 

“You’re so good for me today, Takki,” you whisper with a swipe of your tongue over his parted lips as he heaves. 

He pouts, blinking his hazy eyes into the present like he’d already been floating away with a simple kiss. “‘M always good for you,” he weakly argues, giving with a soft moan when you kiss him again, short but demanding. 

When you pull back, he latches onto your jaw, not quite keen on being separated from you. Your eyes flutter closed for a quick moment when he mouths at the sensitive spot under your ear.

They open again for your vision to clear on Jiung, who watches the scene completely enamoured. His breathing is a little laboured too, like he’s affected just from watching. 

You reach for his thigh, squeezing down onto the thick muscle and he jolts. “Don’t just sit there.”

He swallows, Adam’s apple bobbing as his eyes flicker down to where Intak has attached himself to your neck, leaving biting, wet kisses down the smooth expanse. 

“Come here,” you whisper. 

It doesn’t take more for him to give into your orbit too, crashing his lips to yours in a kiss that’s more fervent than you’re prepared for. 

But you meet his fire with your own. He tries to claim you from the get go, but you don’t allow it. Not this time. 

You push against his seeking tongue with yours, reaching up to grab his collar and pull him further into you. He gives almost immediately, melting under your hands and moaning into the kiss. 

His hand finds your shirt and clutches it in a fist in an attempt to keep it from wandering. But it explores anyway, climbing up before resting just under the swell of your breast, heavy and warm as he lets you drink him in. 

He whimpers when you bite down on his lip, parting his lips like an instinct to welcome your tongue into his mouth. 

You don’t get much time to map him out. Intak, still present and still insistent, starts nipping impatiently at your jaw. 

You pull from Jiung to meet him, but Jiung doesn’t allow it. He grabs your jaw and turns you right back to him, stealing you with a searing kiss. 

Your gasp gets swallowed up as you momentarily lose yourself to his magnetic pull, the one that demands control at all times. 

But Intak doesn’t let it slide, not like last time. 

He bullies his way into the kiss, carving out his own space as he tongues in through the corner of your lips. 

You’re overwhelmed, your body thrums alive and simmers with nerves as they kiss your senses out of you, both in tandem and selfishly. 

It’s a clash of tongues, it’s carnal and dirty and wet and loud and messy. You’re pressed back into the cushions as their bodies mould over you. There’s a hand in your hair, tilting your head back to make more space. There’s a hand on your chest, grabbing and kneading, one at your thigh and dangerously close to your needy heat. 

You don’t know your left from right, your up from down—just that Jiung and Intak have a hunger for you so raw, the need to kiss you so pure, that they don’t even realize they’re kissing each other. 

You pull from them slowly, careful not to startle them away, and watch it unfold. 

Intak parts his lips for Jiung’s searching tongue, accepting it with a choked gasp that Jiung swallows right up. Intak tries to fight back with his own tongue but is immediately tamed when Jiung bites down on his lip. It’s a push and pull; they even kiss angry. 

You’re still not sure if they even realize. But whether or not they do, you can’t look away. 

You don’t know how long it goes for, how long you have to clamp your thighs shut to keep yourself from losing anymore dignity. How long Jiung and Intak try to devour each other whole. 

But the hunger ebbs away as they sober for breath. Your own breaths get caught as their eyes slowly blink open, seeing through their lust driven haze. When the clarity brings them reality of what they’d been doing, they don’t clash like you expect them to. 

Intak’s lips turn up into a lazy half-smile, smug and self assured as he pants his words. “I knew you were into it.”

No, they clash in an entirely different way. 

Jiung is on Intak in a flash, leaping over your lap to claim the space on Intak’s as he smothers his surprised yelp with a kiss that looks more painful than anything. 

“You’re the freak who couldn’t shut up about it,” Jiung spits into Intak’s mouth, digging his teeth into his lip and soaking in the pitiful whine he gets with a low laugh. He’s out of breath and heaving and a little deranged, but he argues anyway. “Don’t act like you haven't been practically begging me with your eyes for it to happen again.”

Intak doesn’t take it lying down. He grabs Jiung’s waist, takes his claiming kiss for another moment, before rolling his hips up in a pointed grind that has Jiung stuttering and throwing his head back. 

“Is that why you’re so hard?” Intak gasps, grinning at the pinched expression that grows on Jiung’s face. “Because you’re not enjoying this?”

When Jiung grinds down, hard, it’s devastating enough that Intak’s expression breaks down to nothing but pure bliss, a loud moan ripping through his throat. 

“I am, actually,” Jiung says, voice gruff as he shoves at Intak’s body to bully him onto his back. 

Thrown into motion, you quickly scamper back to make space, with no power to do anything else. 

“Where’s all that talk now, huh?” Jiung grits as he hastily tugs open Intak’s belt and the buttons of his jeans, scowling a snarky grin down at Intak’s wide, glazed over eyes that can do nothing but watch. 

Jiung is a man of patience. But not in this moment, you surmise, because he just slips his hand in through the layers he couldn’t be bothered to rid Intak of and grabs ahold of his cock. 

Intak wails, body jolting at the sudden pressure as he flails to grab onto Jiung’s thighs. 

“J-Ji—ah!” Intak breaks off with a cry, head thrown back as moans fall freely from his parted, slick mouth. 

You can’t see much from this angle, but you can see enough of Jiung’s arm moving in a rapid, merciless rhythm to know just how undone Intak is getting. 

The lewd, slick sounds of skin on skin fill the air, of Intak’s pleasured little whines and grunts. It takes away all your restraint. 

You clumsily loosen your jeans, pushing your hand in to press against your throbbing heat. It quells some of the ache but it fires up tenfold when Jiung pulls back his hand, spits into it, then uses it to drive Intak into tears and a babbling mess. 

“Ji—mm, m’gonna—“ Intak breaks off with a loud cry when Jiung seemingly twists his fist, his head tilting back as those tears slip through the corners of his eyes. 

“Yeah?” Jiung taunts, slowing his hand down enough for Intak to settle just a bit. He grabs Intak’s jaw to hold his fraying focus, looking down at him with a grin twisted with a sadistic sort of pleasure. Like he gets off on driving Intak insane. “Am I gonna make you cum? Again?”

Intak, the poor thing, can only latch onto Jiung’s forearm with both his hands and nod eagerly, rolling his hips up in mindless little bucks to chase the heat of Jiung’s fist. 

“P-Please,” he sobs, parting his lips when Jiung’s thumb digs into his lower lip. “Need’ta… need you…”

Jiung falters entirely, his expression falling blank for a second that feels like it stretches longer than it is. You hear him curse under his breath before he shoves two fingers into Intak’s mouth to shut him up then starts fisting him again, rapid and unrelenting, a pace that has Intak thrashing and sobbing under him. 

You dig your teeth into your lower lip to hold back your noises as you rub your clit harder in tandem, your thighs clamping down on your hand. 

You can’t remember being this turned on or this wet—what does that say about you? Getting off to being ignored as the two people you want the most have at each other?

Intak’s body grows taut as it starts to bow up off the couch, his eyes rolling to the back of his head. You drive yourself there too, to the same precipice that Jiung pushes Intak to—before it all gets ripped away when Jiung suddenly pulls back. 

Intak comes crashing back down with a cry of Jiung’s name, the call tangled with a pained sob. 

You refrain from shuddering too, trying to hold yourself still as you climb back into your body, your hand going still where it stays pressed against your core. 

“No!” Intak sniffles. “N-No why did—I was so close,” he pants through his tears, blindly reaching for Jiung through the blur, his body quivering with the loss.

Jiung gathers Intak’s wrists and holds them to his stomach, his own breaths laboured as he watches the boy untethered under him, because of him. 

“Because,” he starts, then lifts his gaze to you. You nearly jolt under the intensity of it, forgetting entirely that you yourself were even there. “You wanted to prove you were better, right?” He’s not talking to you, but the words sink into you and pool low in your gut anyway. “Prove it then.”

Intak tilts his head back slightly, blinking like he’s seeing you for the first time. His eyes turn starry at the prospect, watching you intently for your signal. 

If it were anatomically possible, you’d pull Intak to you and fuck him into oblivion.

“You’re so bossy, Ji,” you say instead, slipping your hand out of your jeans and shuffling closer. 

Intak bristles when you get close, squirming to get out from under Jiung but Jiung doesn’t let him go. 

You press your hand to Intak’s cheek, and he immediately turns to nuzzle into your palm. 

“You want to?” You ask him softly, endeared with how he blinks up at you again and nods eagerly. 

“Want it—want you… Please?”

You smile at his big, begging eyes, glancing up to see Jiung watching with his hands idle on Intak’s lap, mindlessly brushing his thumb over the clothed ridge of Intak’s hard on. You meet his eyes and give him a conspiring smile that he meets with one of his own. 

“You can,” you say, having to grab Intak’s shoulders and push him back down when he immediately tries to push Jiung off of him. “If you can make me come before you do.”

He makes a confused noise, one that goes unanswered as you pull back to start shucking off your jeans and your panties. 

“Otherwise, Jiung gets to fuck me while you watch. Again.”

His complaints die on his tongue when you shuffle to kneel over him. As soon as your dripping cunt moves in line of his vision, his brain reroutes. He grabs onto your hips and sits you right on his mouth without another complaint. 

You gasp at the first swipe of his eager tongue, tremors rushing through your body as he immediately starts to tongue at your clit. 

You’ve fantasized this so many times since that night; you don’t think you’ve met anyone as talented with his mouth as Intak. And he proves it now as he starts a mind numbing rhythm of circling your clit and tonguing at your hole like it’s what he was born to do. 

Seeing how quickly affected you are, Jiung gets right to work. It’s a better angle now as you watch him tug Intak’s jeans and boxers down, freeing him fully. 

You bite down on your lip at the sight. Intak is thick and long, curved enticingly and so, so hard that he’s almost purpling at the tip. 

“Poor thing,” you mumble under your breath, gasping when his tongue drags through your folds while he whines against you. 

Jiung seems just as dazed by Intak’s cock as he wraps his hand around it once again. He has big hands, but even they look small in comparison. 

Intak jerks under the pressure as Jiung squeezes down, mouth faltering against your pussy as Jiung slides his fist up in a slow drag. 

You watch, mesmerized as a pearly drop of arousal beads at the tip then trickles down over Jiung’s knuckles. 

You nearly forget where you are as you're barraged with the sudden urge to lean down and lick his fingers clean, then maybe seek out more straight from the source. 

But you’re pulled right back when Intak’s lips wrap around your clit and sucks down hard enough to seize your body tight for a hot, blinding second. 

“Fuck!” You gasp, bracing down on Intak’s stomach before grinding your hips down, dragging your clit right over his tongue. 

It seems to set everything in motion—Intak grinding you down on his face as he mouths helplessly at you, Jiung holding Intak down with a hand on his hip, the other vigorously working Intak’s aching cock, and you clinging desperately onto your last morsel of sanity. 

Maybe you were in way over your head. There’s no way you can last longer than Intak with the image in front of you, Jiung fisting his best friend like his life depends on it and watching as Intak devours you like he wants to devour him whole. 

So you opt to look away, shut your eyes, but that plan gets immediately derailed when Jiung leans down and wraps his lips around Intak. 

Intak falters with a choked moan, his hips driving up to instinctively chase the wet warmth but Jiung immediately pulls off and brings his hand down on his hip with a harsh smack. 

“Stay down,” Jiung grits before he dives back down, taking him in his mouth again. 

Your clit pulses dangerously at the sight. Of Jiung’s lips stretched around the girth of Intak’s cock, of the furrow of concentration between his brows as he tries to sink deeper. He stops before he can even take half of it, but seems satisfied enough with the way Intak is tensed up and just panting under you, his fingers digging harshly into your hips as a way to brace himself. 

You feel Intak’s moan as a hot breath fanning over your cunt as Jiung slides up his cock, gives an experimental suck on the tip, then sinks back down with a breathy grunt.

You nearly cum on the spot when Jiung bobs his head and starts to fuck his mouth on Intak, his hand wrapped around whatever he can’t take, his eyes rolling back as they flutter shut at heady the taste of Intak on his tongue. 

His cheeks are flushed, the sounds are vulgar and obscene, and you can just tell it’s not about the dumb little bet anymore. 

He’s not blowing Intak because he wants to win—he’s doing it because he likes it. Because he fucking wants to. Jiung never does anything he doesn’t want to.

“Fucker,” you hiss. You reach back to clamp your fist into Intak’s hair and hold him still before you rock your cunt back down over his panting tongue. 

You don’t even care anymore, especially not when the tip of Intak’s nose starts to nudge at your hole. You ride his face and chase that burning pleasure right to the end with the sight before you, of Jiung looking drunk on Intak’s thick cock and struggling to take it as Intak starts to clumsily fuck up into the wet heat. 

You snap with a startled cry, the orgasm hitting you so suddenly that you nearly topple over. 

You catch yourself on Intak’s stomach, shuddering as Intak dutifully licks you through the high despite being in near shambles himself. 

When Jiung pulls off of Intak, it’s slow and hesitant, like he doesn’t quite want to stop. There’s a thread of saliva and precum that strings momentarily between his lips and the tip of Intak’s cock, one that you want to reach over and bat away. Jiung’s eyes are nearly glazed over, lips parted as he pants, like he was the one that just got his shit rocked. 

“Pathetic,” you mutter without thought and his wide eyes snap up to you.

He looks clueless as he stares at you. “Huh?”

“You’re fucking pathetic,” you double down, pushing off of Intak, who lays there limp and unresponsive. You grab hold of Jiung’s chin, forcing his eyes to stay on you. “You’ve been wanting to do that for a while, haven’t you?” You prod, and his eyes widen with each word, red climbing up his skin. 

He starts to shake his head but you tighten your grip on him and hold him still. 

“What, did you really need me to mediate? Are you really that much of a coward?”

He grits his teeth. “I don’t know what you’re talking about,” he tries to argue but you push him back against the arm of the couch. He falls against it without fight.

“Hands behind your head,” you order. “You’re going to watch Intak fuck me.”

At the sound of his name, Intak bristles alive and starts to climb out from under you, settling behind you. 

Jiung’s jaw goes slack as he rears up to argue. But one sharp look from you has him snapping his mouth shut, hands rising hesitantly to lock between his head and the couch. 

He parts his legs to give you a little more space to settle in the compact area, but all that does is expose just how hard he is, his cock straining against his dark pants, a damp spot seeping through at the tip. 

But you don’t get much time to grill him for it. 

Because Intak latches himself to your back, completely bare from what you can feel of him. He mouths at your neck as his hands climb up under your shirt, clumsily grinding his still hardened cock against your ass. 

“It hurts,” he whimpers into your ear with a press of his hips against you, before he hastily tugs at your top. 

When you pull it off, one of his hands immediately latches onto your chest, kneading at your tit through your bra. The other presses low on your naval to push you back into him and you hiss softly as his cock brushes right against your sensitive mound, his movements eager and hurried like he can’t quite figure out what to do with himself. 

“Please,” he begs, dropping his face into your shoulder to sniffle into it. “Please lemme fuck you, can’t take it anymore—‘t fucking hurts.”

Your heart tugs at the genuine distress in his voice. You’ve been stringing him long enough, and really, he’s been so good to you that he deserves much better than this. 

You card your hand through his soft hair, urging his head up so you can turn to press your lips to the corner of his. He immediately turns to push his lips into yours in a weak but heartened kiss. 

“C’mon baby,” you urge gently into his lips, arching your back to push your cunt against his throbbing length. “Put it in.”

Intak nearly sobs in relief, wrapping his arm tightly around your waist to hold you still as the other reaches down to guide himself into you. 

His tip drags over the length of your pussy, slow, heavy, hot. You think for a second he might turn it around and tease you, get back at you for putting him through everything. But Intak was never one for patience, not like Jiung. 

So he catches against your hole and pushes, not bothering to ease you around him as he drives himself all the way in despite your body’s resistance at the sudden, nearly unbearable stretch. 

Your mouth falls open in a loud, pained whine at the feeling of being practically split open by his cock. You nearly fall over, your body’s weight giving out, but his strong arm around you keeps you up against him. 

Your walls clamp down on him, resisting against the impossible stretch. He’s big, so much worse than Jiung, especially with barely enough prep. But there’s something mindnumbing about the pain that sears through you. 

Intak is a mess too, gasping into your hair as he gathers his bearings from how tight and warm you are around him. 

You barely get the chance to recover before he’s pushing into you with shallow, uncontrolled thrusts that send a flare of stinging pain through you with each one. 

“Fuck, Intak, s-slow d—ah!” You cut off with a yell at a particularly harsh thrust, one that has him nearly kissing your cervix. 

“Can’t,” he pants, his hands sliding down to claw onto your hips. He holds you tightly before he pulls back and punches into you with a hard thrust that has you falling forward and grabbing onto Jiung’s thighs to brace yourself. 

You choke down the pained yelp that rises in your throat. Intak plasters himself to your back, wrapping his thick arms around you again and holding you down as he starts to fuck you with fervour. 

“I can’t I can’t I can’t,” he pants into your neck, his hand lifting to grab onto your chest once again. His hips slam into you, rocking your body with his, his cock piercing in and carving out space inside you, brushing against your walls in spots you didn’t even know were possible. “Can’t—fuck—can’t hold back, need to cum—“ He turns to dig his face into your hair as his hand tugs your bra down so he can paw at your bare tits. “Needed this—needed you for so long…”

All you can do is take it, take it as Intak pounds into you like a man possessed by his carnal desires, ones that he’s been caging inside and letting fester for who knows how long. Of course he can’t hold back anymore. 

“Yeah?” You ask, gasping when he brushes against that gummy spot inside of you. The pain isn’t so much pain anymore as it is fire and bliss. You turn to press your lips to his ear, letting your breathy moans spill right into it as you speak. “Take whatever you need baby… m’all yours.”

Intak falters, his weight dropping on you as his cock pulses inside you. 

Then he rises up, the heat of him against your back ripping away and leaving you cold. He grabs your hips and lifts them, arching your back before he pulls out until his tip catches against your hole, the swollen head stretching the tight ring of muscle. 

Then he slams into you, once, twice, then again and again, with unrestrained, unyielding thrusts. 

You cry out as he starts to insistently piston against your g-spot with the tip of his cock, the precision almost terrifying in his state of carnal chase. 

“Intak!” You yell, your cries muffled when Intak’s hand lands on the back of your head and pushes you down. 

You’re helpless to him and his brutal cock, forced to just lay there with your ass up and take the barrage of pleasure laced with remnant pain. It clouds your head with a fog so thick that you don’t even realize you’re pressed into Jiung’s lap, not until he bucks his hips up in an attempt to press his boner to your lips. 

You blink up through the fog, your vision clearing on Jiung’s pinched expression, his brows furrowed and jaw tight over clenched teeth. His hands are still caught behind his head, though his restraint seems to be hanging on by a thread. His chest rises and falls rapidly as he watches Intak pummel into you and babble mindlessly about how you feel so good, how he’s gonna fill you up, and never gonna pull out.

Jiung’s hips buck up again, more insistently this time that his clothed cock bumps against your nose. You dig your fingers into his thighs in retaliation and he hisses, eyes snapping down to you in a weak glare. 

You manage a weak smile, smug and teasing, before it wipes away with a brutal snap of Intak’s cock against your cervix. 

“Fuck!” You scream, your pussy clamping down on his pulsing girth. He’s close. You’re not sure how he’s lasted so long. 

He drops onto your back again, arms tightening around you as he grinds his cock into you with deep, uncoordinated thrusts. 

“Gonna cum,” he warns with a gritted whimper, his dick kicking inside you as he pushes in and seats himself deep. 

But he doesn’t finish just yet; he reaches down for your clit and presses his thick fingers into it, flicking against the aching nub with quick movements. 

Your body thrashes under the sensation, your walls fluttering around him as you get drawn up to another orgasm. 

“I-Intak…” You gasp, squirming under him. 

He only speeds up, holding you tighter, rapidly rubbing at your clit. “Come on,” he pleads, rocking inside you once. “Come for me first.”

And then he pinches your clit, pushing you right over. You come with a cry of his name, pulsing violently around him as you cream over his cock. 

It drives him over too. He groans and shoves his cock into you once, twice, three times before he spills inside you with a choked grunt, his entire body trembling as he shoots into you and fills you with his hot seed. 

He whines like he’s pained as he releases into you, before dropping his entire weight on you after the wave passes and trapping your body between his and the couch. 

…his and Jiung’s lap, you realize after a moment of coming back into your body. 

You blink your eyes fully open to see Intak’s head settled on Jiung’s other hip, his eyes already open and fixed on the raging hard on right in the small space between your faces. 

You nearly laugh. Until you see the fucked look on Intak’s face. 

Jiung squirms under you, as if trying to shift away. 

“If you two are done,” he starts with his voice low and gruff, like he’d been the one exerting himself. “Can you get off?”

Intak’s eyes meet yours and you know then that that won’t be an option. The idea pulls a tired grin on your lips. 

“I dunno,” you hum, shifting a little under Intak. You shudder as Intak, still buried inside you, twitches anew. You sigh as you turn your face, nuzzling into the side of Jiung’s boner, your eyes flicking up to see him desperately trying to hold in his reactions. “It’s pretty comfy here. Isn’t it, Takki?”

Intak hums in agreement, shifting in to bump the tip of his nose against the hard ridge. 

Jiung gasps a sharp breath then, his hips twitching up in reflex. “Don’t fucking play,” he seethes, though he doesn’t move, nor does he move either of you. His hands remain right where you told him to keep them.

You just giggle, letting the vibration of your voice tease him through the dampening fabric. You’re sure it’s painful with just how much he’s seeped through his jeans. 

“When do I ever?” You taunt, leaning forward to end a bit of his suffering. 

But Intak beats you to it. He presses over your shoulder and runs the flat of his tongue against the rough fabric, leaving a damp trail up until he reaches the tip of Jiung’s cock and latches down. 

Jiung’s hand flies into Intak’s hair, letting out a choked grunt as he pushes his head down and grinds his crotch up into Intak’s face. 

“Fuck,” he hisses, grinding up again when Intak lets out a startled whimper. 

It only spurs Intak on as he starts tonguing over the bulge, trailing his lips tightly down the length before settling at his base. 

“Shit,” you mutter, watching with your jaw slack and another nagging pull at your gut. “I should’ve just made you guys fuck. Would’ve fixed—“

“Shut the fuck up,” Jiung snaps, grabbing your hair with his free hand and pushing your face into his lap. 

You go down easily, lips landing on and wrapping around his base, but not without digging your nails into his thighs in retaliation. 

But he doesn’t respond to that, too occupied with both your mouth and Intak’s on him. The denim of his pants dampens under your tongue as you suckle on him, Intak still mouthing over his heated length. 

“Talk too fuckin’ much,” Jiung pants as he lets you both go, only to tug open his belt.

Intak immediately reaches over you to help him pull himself free with single minded focus, tugging his pants and boxers down to let his cock spring free, hard and leaking with need. 

It’s embarrassing how quickly your arguments die on your tongue, the space too occupied with your drool. 

You don’t bother with your hands, reaching instead with your mouth to swallow his tip in. 

You hum as the salt and musk bursts on your tongue, giving it a firm suck to milk more out of him. It’s nice, the heavy, velvety taste of him. 

Jiung groans, his hand landing in your hair once again, not to push but just to have something to hold onto. 

You can hear the wet sounds of Intak’s mouth sucking and tonguing at Jiung’s base, and you drag down the generous, ridged length to meet him there. 

You don’t even care how obscene it is, the fact that you’re both mouthing at Jiung’s cock like filthy whores while Intak is still buried balls-deep inside you, where you can feel him hardening up again.

All you can focus on is the sounds Jiung is making, the ones Intak makes as he and you lap at Jiung’s cock in tandem, practically making out with it and each other. 

You don't think you’ve done something so dirty, ever felt so dirty yourself. You don’t think you can have it any other way now. 

“Look at you two,” Jiung breathes, his fingers carding through both your and Intak’s hair, fingers scratching down both affectionately and condescendingly somehow. 

You moan against him just as Intak does, dragging your mouth up to swallow him in again, tonguing at the gummy tip. 

Jiung lets go of your hair and takes your chin instead, digging his thumb into your hallowed cheek. “You sound better with my cock in your mouth.”

You let out an offended whine, sucking down hard to watch him hiss and jerk. 

“Brat,” he grits, grunting when Intak starts prodding at the corner of your lips with his tongue in a silent ask. 

You hum, popping off to let Intak in, but you don’t move away. You both tongue at the swollen tip, mouths tangling together as you practically make out with each other on Jiung’s cock. 

You swirl your tongue over the tip and give it a suck before dipping into Intak’s mouth, sharing the salty taste, letting him do the same before he dips into your mouth and sucks at your tongue. 

It’s brainless, completely devoid of any direction, any thought—just pure, animalistic instinct. 

Jiung curses under the barrage, pushed to his limits. He holds you both down with fists in your hair and starts to fuck up into the space between your mouths, poking into your tongue and Intak’s in a mindless alternation. 

Intak’s eyes roll back at the heady feeling, his body spurring to life to start halfheartedly fucking his cock into you, fully hard again.

You just lay there and take it, let the drags of his cock ease the burning that flares up between your hips again. 

You let Jiung chase his orgasm between the messy press of your mouth and tongue against Intak’s—it’s frantic, lewd, head spinning. 

And it’s completely over for you when Jiung starts whining. 

“Gonna cum,” he whimpers, hands tightening down on your and Intak’s heads. Intak grunts at the pressure but he opens his mouth like you do, just letting Jiung rut against your tongues and faces like a bitch in heat. “Fuck, y’r gonna make me… nngh, fuck fuck fuck—”

He breaks off with a choked yell, forcing you both off of him before he takes his cock and frantically fists himself to completion. 

He cums with another yell, head thrown back as he gasps through it, hot ropes of his cum landing on your faces. You try to catch them with your tongue but it’s far too messy and uncoordinated. 

So you turn to Intak’s blissed out, cum splattered face and start lapping it up from him instead, your brain reduced to nothing but a filthy caricature. Intak seems to share that same mind, licking off whatever he can from your chin and cheek before he forces his tongue into your mouth and tries to take from there. 

You moan against him, sharing the taste of Jiung between what you suppose is a kiss, but you can’t really tell anymore. 

It’s when he cums inside of you again that you realize Intak was still fucking into you with rocky, noncommittal thrusts. It’s much less intense than the one before, but the feeling of him spilling into you again does you in, coaxing out a similarly languid orgasm out of you. 

You settle with a shudder, dropping down on Jiung’s stomach, the cotton of his shirt a soft reprieve against your heated skin. 

It’s a quiet moment of hard breaths and slow realization, with Jiung dead against the couch’s arm above you and Intak laid on your back and panting into your shoulder. 

You don’t move. Don’t think you even can.

The first bit of motion after a handful of moments is Jiung’s voice over you, low and gruff and a little fucked up. 

“What the fuck was that?”

It pulls out a startled laugh out of you. You shift, nudging at Intak’s weight to let you free. 

He whines against you but obliges, though hesitant, slowly sliding out of your cunt with a hiss before he rolls down onto the floor, splaying onto his back and staring up at the ceiling. 

“Heaven,” he says, all too serious as he blinks his starry eyes slowly, a giddy grin climbing onto his swollen lips. 

He looks all cute and boyish with that dimpled smile, his bangs fanning over his eyes. Like he hadn’t just blown the guy he’d been fighting with over a girl, while fucking said girl. 

You snort, shuffling down the couch to settle at the other end while Jiung pulls up his pants and tucks himself away with syrupy movements. Of course he’s the only one clothed while you and Intak remain almost completely bare. 

You tug your bra back in place as you curl back into the cushions. “Needed is what it was. To get you dickheads to finally stop fighting.”

Intak giggles from the ground. “He’s too stubborn to stop.”

“Hm. You’re right.”

Jiung glares at you, still boneless where he lays. “I’m right here.”

Intak’s head pokes up from the ground, looking at Jiung with an impish grin. “So? Can you admit it now?”

“Admit what?” Jiung grumbles, refusing to look at him and opting for the ceiling instead.

But Intak, annoying as he is, shuffles closer to rest his head against the arm of the couch, his face right below Jiung’s. “That you wanted it,” he says, waiting with that smile still plastered on his lips. There’s an honest anticipation behind that gaze though, one that seems to be waiting for a particular answer. “Did you?”

Jiung is silent. You watch his throat bob, his eyes flicker down, his jaw work around his teeth.

“No.”

Intak’s smile pulls wider and only then do you see the corner of Jiung’s lips twitch up.

“In that case,” you start, finding yourself grinning too. The heat pooling low in your gut is starting to feel something like a permanent fixture. “Same time next week?”

Turns out, your games weren’t all for nothing. 

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