#jong2min

The sun is shining, the sky is clear, the seagulls are shrieking, the waves are rolling, the beach bustles with life, and Minho is practically bursting with contentment. He walks side by side with his babes, Jonghyun next to him in the middle and Taemin on the other side of him, his arm crossed over Taemin’s so they can both claim one of Jonghyun's butt pockets, and the three of them joke and grin at each other as they window shop down the shore. 

"Is that a wedding?” Minho stops when Jonghyun stops when Taemin stops, grinding the three of them to a halt on the sandy boardwalk and pointing with his popsicle to the shoreline. Jonghyun leans forward around Taemin to look so Minho leans backward around both of them to do the same. He has to squint a little bit against the glimmers of the waves on this bright sunny day, but he spots the group of people lounging out in the sand around three people standing up straight. Two of them are wearing suits and holding hands, huge smiles visible even at a distance.

“Oh, that's so romantic," Jonghyun sighs. "Why haven't you two married me on the shoreline?" he pouts.

"Illegal," Taemin says. 

"If we tried you would not stop complaining about the sun," Minho adds. He hasn't stopped complaining about the sun already today. Minho isn't going to deal with that on their wedding day.

Jonghyun sighs long and loud through his nose, then changes track and says, "let's go crash it." 

"I don't think–"

"Hell yeah dude!"

The two of them take off, jogging towards the nearest staircase into the sand and dragging Minho behind them. Minho rolls his eyes as he gets his footing. They enable each other too much. But this is at least better than the time they broke into an abandoned building to “explore cool ghost shit" and got attacked by a family of raccoons, so. He guesses he can't complain too much.

Touching down onto the beach proper, they walk casually along the shoreline until they're behind the wedding. Then, just as casually, they sit down in the back and make themselves comfortable. None of the guests seem to object to their presence; actually, a couple of the people at the back with them look like they had the same idea. The closer they get to the front of the audience the more people are dressed in pastel oranges and foresty greens. 

Up at the very front the two grooms are radiant in their similarly colored suits. One is in a peachy pinkish orange suit with shoulder length light brown hair, smile lines and crow's feet prominent as he listens to his soon to be husband recite his vows. The one speaking is in a light leaf green suit. His short black hair is coiffed up, his dimples are adorable, his pretty lips form his words carefully, and his prominent eyebrow scar is accentuated with make– 

"Holy shit," Minho says. Realization hits him abruptly and he sits up straight, scattering sand all over Taemin’s shoes. “We can't crash this wedding." They can fucking not. He knows that eyebrow scar. He knows those dimples. He is very intimately acquainted with those pretty lips. 

“Wah wah wah, goody two shoes," Taemin mumbles dismissively. “We're already here."

“No, I mean – "

"Lighten up, lawful good," Jonghyun teases. He latches onto Minho’s arm and leans against him. "It's fine. We're not even the only people that have crashed it already."

"Listen you fucking gremlins," Minho hisses. He cannot deal with their bullshit right now. He looks around frantically, trying to find an easy way out, and when he finds none, he tries to hide instead. He shields his face with his hands and glares at his babefriends. "We can't be here because I literally fucked that guy in the green a week ago," he whispers. He knows that's him. He’s certain. That's the guy that he hooked up with last weekend, that guy that fucked him within an inch of his life and left him in the club bathroom with a smirk and a wave.

Taemin bursts into hiccups of laughter that he badly muffles into his hands; Jonghyun’s eyes go wide and he sits up straight, studying the grooms with renewed interest and singing, "ooh, drama" under his breath. Minho groans and lies down in the sand. He should've lied. He should've made something up, invented an excuse to get them far, far away from here. Now they're definitely not leaving.

~

As soon as the ceremony is over and everyone is invited to watch the first dance, Taemin makes a beeline for the bar. It's a nice little setup tucked at the very end of the food tables. One guy in a peach and green aloha shirt and sunglasses is manning it and a sign next to it declares it to be open and free to all beachgoers. Taemin double and triple checks the sign to make sure, then smiles his most charming and adorable smile at the bartender. At his new best friend until Jonghyun and Minho drag him away.

He gets a dainty champagne flute in celebration of the newlyweds; then he asks the bartender to make him something neon blue with a little umbrella in it.

~

So. Bad news. Jonghyun has been wandering the beach, mingling with guests, asking about the newlyweds, and he's learned that Jinki and Kibum are completely open in their sexual relationship so no one was cheating and therefore there's no drama for him to slurp up.

But good news: apparently the two of them are a pair of real sluts to the point that Jonghyun has a surprisingly large chance of getting into at least one of their pants this very day. Ever since he picked up those two pieces of information nothing has been hotter to him than the idea of fucking someone on their wedding day. And Jinki is very handsome in his peachy orange suit and long brown hair. 

Jonghyun has, of course, already told him this. Even before he went snooping around for information, he went to congratulate them and flirt a little bit with both just to test their reactions. Kibum took it in warm, confident stride, not rejecting him but not encouraging him either. Jinki, on the other hand, took a little too long to let go of Jonghyun’s hand and his smile was hooked up a little too much to the side. Jonghyun doesn't like to assume, or brag, but he knows when someone is interested in him.

Jinki is interested in him. Jonghyun saw it an hour ago in the way he looked at him and he hears it now in the way Jinki speaks to him.

“You're quite touchy, aren't you?” he's asking, and his voice is so smooth, a smile playing around his lips, crinkling the corners of his eyes. The tiniest tint of accusation in his tone contrasts with the way he leans into Jonghyun’s touch. He lets Jonghyun fix his bowtie up straight and then smooth his hands down the lapels of his jacket. 

“You don't seem to mind,” Jonghyun smiles. 

Is he laying it on too thick with the cheating-not-cheating thing? He's not sure. It's not his usual mode of flirting and he's kind of just winging this. Maybe he should tone it down a little bit. Throw in something like it's fine if--

“I don't mind a lot of things.” Jinki replies with just the same comfortable, suave, caramel smooth voice as before. Paired with his raised eyebrows it almost makes Jonghyun melt. He has to take a second to catch his breath. How the fuck did Jinki do that? What did he even say? He doesn't mind? Where was Jonghyun going with this again?

Focus. He needs to focus. He has a mission to complete. “That's an admirable quality,” he says, playing with the collar of his shirt. He pulls it down enough to give Jinki the tiniest peek of his chest mole. Guys love the chest mole. He glances down, kicking at the sand a little bit, and then looks up through his eyelashes. Guys love when he looks at them through his eyelashes. “I like a chill relaxed guy,” he says.

“So does my husband,” Jinki says. It's a statement, simple and blunt, but it's also more than that. It's not a rejection, but it is, maybe, a warning? But more than that, Jonghyun thinks it might be a dare. A dare to acknowledge and then keep pushing anyway, see what it gets him. A dare that Jonghyun is definitely going to take.

But not right now. Right now, he fakes getting a text on his phone. “He's lucky to have you then,” he says, opening up a text conversation at random and pretending to read it. Smiling, he adds, “my cousin wants me. I'll come talk to you again later?”

And that's his own dare to Jinki, a choice to either deny or invite him to come back. 

Jinki smiles back all crow’s feet and sunshine. “I’ll look forward to it.” 

~

“Hey, so, I just want to let you know,” Taemin says, leaning on the corner of the bar, “before I start to get tipsy so you know I'm for real. I think you're really handsome.” He smiles at the bartender, holding his sparkly fruity drink in one hand and swirling his fingers playfully on the counter with his other. He's definitely already tipsy from the champagne and half a drink but the bartender doesn't need to know that. Taemin has been making perfectly pleasant and believably sober conversation with him this whole time. 

He's also been flirting with him this whole time. Even before he came out with that bold forward line he'd been having the bartender blushing like soft pink powder, biting down smiles, and coming back to him between serving everyone else on the beach. His name is Kai and he’s lifted his sunglasses up to rest on his hair; Taemin is certain that it was to see him better. His brother used to make fun of him for practicing how to flirt but look at him now. He takes a sip of his drink and watches Kai watch his adam's apple bob up and down. 

He's so in. 

~

Good day. Great day. Wonderful day. Incredible day. Blessed day. Perfect day. Ever since he and Jinki kissed to seal the deal, Kibum has been on cloud nine. His stomach has been full of butterflies and his fingertips have been tingling and his face hurts from how hard he's smiling and he doesn't even care. He hasn't wanted to leave JinkI's side for more than a minute.

He has left, though, to keep up appearances. Sure, he loves Jinki with his whole entire heart and he just dedicated the entire rest of his life to him, but he doesn't want people to think he's desperate. So he's been cruising through the shore, hugging friends and family, stopping to chat, munching snacks and sipping drinks, drifting back to Jinki every now and again to touch his arm, hold his hand, smile against his cheek, and remind himself that today is real. 

Taking time away from him does have its perks--he can spy on Jinki from afar, admire his pretty hair, his handsome profile, his snazzy suit. And whenever Jinki catches him coming back, his smile lights up the world. JinkI's smile still, after all this time, takes Kibum’s breath away. It sets off fireworks in his heart. It resets his brain. It stops him in his tracks.

Which is probably why someone just bumped into him, tried to swerve and duck around him way too late, bumped into a bouquet stand, and sent their painstakingly colorpicked peachy orange gladioluses tumbling into the sand. 

“Oh, jeez. Oh, fuck. Oh, no. Sorry. Here.” The guy that bumped into him is already on his knees, gathering up the flowers with big hands. His long black hair bobs in a ponytail and little wisps frame his face when he looks up. “You oka--fuck.” 

His already big eyes turn huge, his mouth pops open, and his cheeks turn a vibrant red. He's pretty cute, actually. And he's swearing up a storm. 

“Fuck, uh, fuck. I mean, fuck. I mean, uh, I mean, shit. Fuck.” The more he scrambles to fix the flowers the more he drops them all over the sand. Poor lamb. Kibum gets it, though. He would be embarrassed too if he ruined a wedding decoration in front of the groom.

“It’s fine,” he says, and he means it. It's not like he was going to keep this one specific bouquet forever. “Here.” He bends over to help him clean up. The longer he looks this poor blushing man over, the more he's sure that he wasn't invited. Kibum doesn't recognize him at all, for one, and he's pretty sure he would at least know all of Jinki's guests by face. He doesn't match the dress code, either, and for another, all of his blushing and stammering carries an unmistakable aura of guilt. 

But, actually, the longer Kibum looks him over, the more he thinks he does actually recognize him. He just can't figure out from where. It's something about the cheeks, flushed a very attractive crimson, something about the bangs falling messily into his eyes, something about the eyes themselves. Big, round, brown, gorgeous. Blinking up at him from such a steep angle, the poor babe on his knees now, just like--

Just like he was at the fucking club. Kibum understands. He's not blushing because Kibum is the groom. He's blushing because Kibum fucked his throat and pumped his ass full of cum a week ago. 

Small world. “Hey,” he says, pointing. “Aren't you--”

“No!” The babe from the club interrupts loudly. He stumbles to his feet, slapping sand off of his knees, red from his forehead all the way down into the collar of his shirt. “I mean,” he says. “I don't know what you're talking about. I mean, I've never seen you before. I mean, I'm not crashing your wedding. I mean!” Every time he says I mean he gets louder, faster, sweatier. “I mean, goodbye.” and he just turns around and speedwalks away, wobbling in the sand and dodging around guests that were actually invited. “Congratulations!” he calls over his shoulder.

Rolling his eyes, shaking his head, Kibum smiles to himself as he continues his search for his husband. 

~

Taemin pulls his thumb from the bottom of his chin up to the corner of his lips. He sucks the cum off of his skin, swallowing it down with the rest, savoring the slide of it down his throat. It tastes like the same sweet, smug victory he feels looking into the depths of KaI's dark, glazed eyes. Zipping Kai back into his pants, he takes a quick glance around the bar. He doesn't think his new buddy has enough of his brain back yet to be a good lookout.

The coast looks clear enough, everyone else mingling and dancing closer to the stage, so Taemin stands up. He smoothly slides his way up Kai's body until they’re face to face. Kai's harsh breaths puff against him and Taemin can hear him swallow hard. Taemin cups his jaw and kisses him nice and slow so he can taste himself. 

“Gonna need something strong to wash that down with,” he hums against Kai's mouth. 

Still dazed, barely looking, Kai feels around his bar and passes Taemin a full bottle of tequila.

Jackpot. 

~

Jinki is three fingers deep into the slut that's been flirting with him all day when his phone jingles in his pocket. “Ope,” he says. That's his special ringtone. His beloved ringtone. His Kibum ringtone. He unwinds his arm from around the babe’s neck and leans back, giving them some room and some air. They probably need it after being squished against the back wall of the stage this whole time. 

“bro whered u go,” is what his husband has texted him. The babe sucks in deep breaths, wiggling their booty back against his hand. Grinning, pumping his fingers not nearly fast enough, Jinki taps the speech to text button and holds his phone up to his mouth. 

“Sorry honey I'm busy fucking some slut backstage,” he says, and hits the send button.

“That's me!” 

“That's you.” Jinki confirms their cheerful exclamation with a smile against the back of their ear. “You're the needy little slut desperate to get used by someone else's husband.”

“Gosh, yeah,” they whisper, they swallow hard, they whimper a little bit when Jinki twists his hand around to rub on their prostate. “Why’s your voice so hot?” 

“Theatre school,” Jinki replies, watching the little typing bubble on his phone.

“oh okay lmao not that i like you or anything but i didnt see you for 10 minutes and i got nervous,” Kibum texts. Jinki bites his lip, butterflies in his stomach. His husband cares about him. “the hot one with the pink hair thats been all over you all day?” Kibum texts next.

“Yeah the hot one with the pink hair that crashed during our vows,” Jinki confirms. Said hot one with the pink hair makes a little oop noise, clenching around his fingers not out of pleasure but out of surprise at getting caught. Jinki pushes them hard back up against the wall, just to punish them, just a little bit. People never expect it out of him but he's always watching. He always knows what's going on. He knew from the start that this pink slut wasn't one of Kibum’s cousin’s plus ones. It's not like he minds, but it's not like he's going to miss the opportunity to rough them up a little bit, either, not when they shudder underneath his chest.

“Tell him,” they whisper. They swallow again, clear their throat, and say louder, “tell him I say congratulations.” They look at Jinki over their shoulder, brown eyes dark and glassy, smile shaky, all genuine and earnest. Jinki smiles back. How kind. 

“They say congratulations,” he sends to Kibum, and then, “just hang on like 5 minutes I'll make them nut all over themself and then I'll be back out smiley face blue heart emoji,” he says into his phone. Speech to text doesn't register and insert the emoticon or the emoji; it just types the words out and Jinki sighs shortly. Whatever. Kibum will get it. 

“How are you going to make me nut on myself when my ween is pointing at the ground.” zit's a pout of a sentence, but a smiling pout, a mischievous one, a dare of a sentence. Jinki knows exactly what this babe wants him to do and exactly how smug they're going to be if Jinki acquiesces. 

Brats have always been his biggest weakness.

He remains silent for as long as it takes Kibum to text him back, “take your time i miss you a normal amount.” Then, smiling, shaking his head, he pulls the babe away from the wall. “I guess you have a point,” he says, and then expertly manhandles them onto their back in the sand in 5 seconds flat. He pushes their legs up so they're almost bent in half, their cock pointing right at their own face, using their pants still halfway on to hold them there. “How's this?” he asks.

They blink up at him with wide eyes and an open mouth, to stunned to react. Just like Jinki likes his sluts to be. 

He makes them nut, cleans them up, and gets back to his husband even faster than he promised.

~

Swimmy in his brain. Grumbly in his tummy. Giggly in his throat. Floaty in his body. But also bumpy in his body. Probably because his body is slung over Jonghyun’s shoulders as they walk back home.

“Fighting evil by moonlight… winning love by daylight… never running from a real fight…! She is the one named Sailor Boob.” Taemin cracks himself up, snorting into laughter, grinning into Jonghyun’s elbow. Sailor Boob. Jonghyun is laughing too, his quiet chuckles warm in Taemin’s ears.

“How did you even get this drunk?” A strong hand, Minho’s hand, cups his jaw and wipes away a line of drool that Taemin didn't know was there. He tries to follow and slobber all over Minho but all he gets for his efforts is a pinch on his cheek. Acceptable. “All they had was champagne and watered down little cocktails. You're not that much of a lightweight.”

His giggles ramp up into full laughter, snorting and hiccuping, before he composes himself into his regular poise and dignity. Jonghyun hikes him up into a better position on his back. “I blowjobbed the bartender’s dick and he gave me big boy juice,” he announces proudly. 

“Fuck yeah dude,” Jonghyun announces into the night sky. “That's my little gremlin.”

That's Taemin. He's the little gremlin. He's the little gremlin and Jonghyun is proud of him.

“Taem, you shouldn't have sex with people just to get things from them,” Minho scolds. “You're such a menace.”

That's also Taemin. Taemin is also a menace and Minho is disappointed in him. Warm in his heart. He couldn't be happier.

~

$75 donation to the newlyweds from: Choi Minho

Hello. Congratulations on your marriage. I saw at your wedding the sign stating that all wedding crashers owed you $25. Attached is the donation covering me and my two boyfriends that came with me. I wish for happiness in your future.

ps I'm at that club every other friday 

$50 donation to the newlyweds from: Jonghyun (the babe you fingered behind the stage) uwu

hiiiiii congratulations again :) your wedding was so pretty and i could feel the radiance of your love from up on the boardwalk!! i hope you feel the same warmth you felt looking at each other today for as long as is comfortable for you both!! may your friendship always remain strong!! also here's my number in case you ever want a slut to play with ;) 525-0408

$420.69 donation to the newlyweds from: fucklordsupreme imdrinkhehehe

“Not here either.” Minho sighs as he throws yet another folder on the table.

Jonghyun clicks his tongue.

They’ve already trashed the whole main office looking for the money, — the files Jinki specifically asked him to find and be careful about — but nothing showed up. Probably hidden in a way that was lost to the world. Questioning hadn’t gone well either, the few guys at the base claiming they didn’t know anything even as Taemin’s blade cut through their fingers.

Jonghyun peeks from under his bangs at the two losers in the middle of the room tied to their chairs side by side, eyes shut in fear.

“I think they are underestimating us.” Taemin is examining them, crouched in front of both with a small pout and pained expression on his face “Are you underestimating us?” As powerful as his looks might be, the innocent effect is lost with the knife he has perched on one of the men’s knees and the blood splatters on the side of his neck from the guy he sliced on their way in “I too could go without my nails, maybe that’s why you don’t wanna chat?”

“Just leave them there and come help.” Minho chastises, opening and closing books “The time you waste with torture could be used in searching instead.”

Taemin throws a bland glance back at Jonghyun, who catches on the frustration towards the pacifist and shares it with a roll of his eyes. Typical Minho, ruining the fun.

He complies with the request anyways, albeit grudgingly, shuffling to one side of the large desk and lingering there, a hand stuffed in his pocket and attention on the dust spores on the surface instead of on the actual documents sprawled over it.

“I’m sure I can get it out of them in less than ten minutes.” Taemin breaks the silence, pout back on his tone “Searching won’t help with that. I need my guns.”

“No guns.” Minho frowns down at one paper “We are meant to retrieve their dues. Simple as that. It’s unnecessary to be that messy.”

“What in our job isn’t messy though?” he says wistfully, looking out the window.

“This.” Minho shoots him a look “This isn’t messy. Stop with your tantrum already just because I took your guns away.”

“Ass, by the way.” Taemin bites “Your reasonable method hasn’t even worked for the past hour.”

“Maybe if you helped—”

“Enough.” Jonghyun finally cuts in, shoulders sagged and head thrown back “I’m getting tired of your bullshit. Both of you.” he gives a pointed glare at each man before going back over his set of documents “We have orders, we have instructions and we have work to do. What we don’t have is time to be wasting on this. Just get the job done and then kill each other, for what I care.”

The two glare at the other one last time.

“Brat.” Minho mumbles, shaking his head.

Taemin huffs “Pussy.”

“That’s it—”

“Cut it out!” Jonghyun jumps between the two, arms outstretched and pushed against each lean chest. The first set of narrowed eyes go to Taemin “You. Take care of this.” then turns back to Minho with a calmer expression “You. Let’s check the living room again.”

The tall man doesn’t waste more time. He throws the book he had been perusing over the desk and marches towards the door, all the way pointing two of his fingers from his gaze to Taemin’s while the younger stuck out his tongue.

Jonghyun heaves a sigh.

Being the one in charge of the children when the other two are not present is enough to wear him down. One, he can handle. Minho’s ethical and measured way was easy and efficient and a nice change of pace; Taemin’s underhanded and impatient methods were always fun and got the job done quick.

Together, though...  

He ruffles the back of his head.

Immediately after Minho’s gone, Taemin glances at him expectantly.

Yes.

Yes, right.

Jonghyun drops his own folder along with Minho’s, takes a few steps around the table until he’s face to face with the younger, and leans in to order a hushed “Be silent” against his pierced ear. As he pulls back, the man makes sure to slip Taemin’s favorite on the side of his waistband.

The only reply he gets is this mischievous smile.

A contagious little thing he does when he’s about to work.

And if it weren’t because he has a personal matter he has to take care of for Jinki, Jonghyun would stay and watch him do his magic.

So, he just flicks Taemin’s chin with a curled finger, gives him one last wink and leaves the room with an ominous click of the door.

Taemin’s gaze falls on the two tied up men.

“You’ve spoiled him too much.” Minho grumbles, almost to himself.

Although it’s not, and Jonghyun really wants to sigh again “Yes, I know. I shouldn’t have taught him how to interrogate and torture. The guy gets a little too into it. That is not normal. I might’ve turned him into a psycho. I get it, Minho.”

“I just think it’s not good for him.”

“You just think it’s not good for you that he gets things done quickly in an unethical but professional manner.” He says it rushed and in one breath, trying to end the pointless discussion. “You should drop it. The competition between you two will lead nowhere. Both ways to do things are useful for the family and Jinki won’t change Kibum for anyone.”

Minho gives him a look “Are you sulking?”

Jonghyun rolls his eyes “Yes, Minho. I am sulking I won’t ever be the second most targeted man in the family.”

“You’re already famous enough to be the third, though?”

Jonghyun gives him a blank look and is about to retort when a muffled bang echoes through the basement.

The pair’s heads whip to the closed door of the main office, Minho shooting up from his crouch and ready to jump on the action. Jonghyun blocks his way with an arm, impassive, just as Taemin saunters out of the room — dusting off the lapels, adjusting his collar, fixing his cuffs.

He notices the tall one gaping at him and stops.

“What?”

“Did you just shoot someone?”

A drawn out blink “No?”

Which is obviously a lie.

Mainly because he knows Taemin, but also because the young ass is now smirking like a little shit.

“I can’t fucking believe it.” Minho’s mouth twists with annoyance, a piercing glare directed at the older man “You gave him a gun?”

“Depends.” he turns to the young shooter “Did you get it out of them?”

“Ledger book inside the TV and the bed holds the money.”

They can all smell the pheromones wafting off of Jonghyun; the water he’d drenched over does nothing to mask the heady scent surrounding him: their omega is going into heat. It’s early too - a few weeks early and there is no way they can just stop the concert just because Jonghyun wants to get fucked. But then, they’re professionals, and Jonghyun will control himself. They all will.

Except that’s not how it goes.

As if Jonghyun hears Minho’s thoughts, he finds Taemin and backs up into him, hips moving against Taemin’s. When Taemin tries to pull away, Jonghyun grabs him by the waist to grind their hips more firmly together, expression unreadable. Taemin looks startled, and as soon as Jonghyun’s hands move away, he pulls away completely, hand over his mouth. He’s grinning, but it doesn’t reach his eyes and Jonghyun bites his lip, anticipating. And then he turns and sees Minho and Jinki and goes over to them, not even hiding how needy he is this time. He’s only able to grab Minho’s jacket, but that’s more than enough and he tugs Minho close to push his ass back and Jinki’s just laughing at the display of Minho’s self-restraint. Minho manages to twist himself away so Jonghyun isn’t directly grinding into his dick but Jonghyun follows and his hand slides down the length of MInho’s cock, squeezing just a little before Minho is able to rip himself away. He can already picture how needy Jonghyun will be on the ride home, when they get back to the dorms. The arch of his back and the way his whole body will tremble as he begs with his body and his mouth for Minho to do something, anything.

When Jonghyun passes Jinki, he grabs Jonghyun by the back of his neck; the motion looks innocent but Jinki squeezes and Jonghyun’s lips part as his gaze sobers, just a little. Jinki leans in to whisper something in Jonghyun’s ear and Jonghyun nods before continuing to sing as if nothing had happened. Minho’s eyes fall to the slimness of his waist, only accented by the way Jonghyun had drenched his upper body with water. He wants to feel, wants Jonghyun to be small and pliable beneath him, legs spread wide and back arched. Minho’s teetering on the edge of a decision (to go to Jonghyun and continue his - albeit inappropriate - fanservice or to be responsible and stay put) but then Kibum’s hand is firm on Minho’s shoulder and he’s whispering in Minho’s ear, “Control yourself. Think of our image.”

And Minho stops, because Kibum is right. They’ve always been a rather...unconventional group (two alphas, two betas and one omega) and Jonghyun’s excessive affection, skinship and fanservice painted them as a group with no boundaries and unorthodox relationships. The question is always asked, who is Jonghyun’s alpha, but no one ever answers and their actions never clear up the question. It’s Kibum that starts doing the vanity searches for their ships, barges into their rooms with a new fanart or fanfiction or theories of who is secretly dating who. And then they all start - Taemin and Jonghyun even make (anonymous, obviously) accounts to argue and talk with the fans.

They all know, though, that Jonghyun is Minho’s and Taemin’s. Even Jinki’s and Kibum’s, in the way that he bends to whatever they say without question. They wouldn’t dare lay a hand on him, not like that, not in the way Minho and Taemin want to, but Jonghyun is submissive with them in a way that he isn’t with anyone else.

After the concert, Jonghyun sits pressed between Jinki and Kibum - Minho and Taemin are in the back of the van and it’s like Jonghyun is incapable of sitting still; he’s fidgeting and the pheromones are only strengthening in the close proximity of the van. Taemin’s nostrils flare as he inhales and Minho makes the mistake of reaching out to touch Jonghyun’s shoulder as he speaks.

“Jonghyun, stop moving,” Jonghyun stiffens immediately, a squeak falling from his lips as he sits rigid. Minho can smell how eager he is now and before Jonghyun can speak, “and shut up.”

“Jonghyunnie,” Taemin seems not to care anymore, “do you want to come back here? Minho can switch with you and we can have our own fun, right now. Don’t you want that?”

Jonghyun twists around; his eyes are wide and his lips are parted, spit-shiny and red. “Yes,” his voice is breathy but completely sure and Taemin reaches out to brush his finger across the swell of Jonghyun’s lower lip. Jonghyun’s jaw immediately slackens for Taemin to push two fingers in, to curve them so his cheek is bulging outwards, and when he pulls them from Jonghyun’s mouth with an obscene pop, his fingers are spit-slick and Jonghyun’s eyes are blown, mouth still open wide. Minho’s cock twitches at the implications and Jonghyun’s eyes latch onto the sight when Minho shifts in his seat.

“Please,” his voice is a broken whimper already and it’s a wonder Kibum and Jinki have done nothing to stop this.

Minho decides then that if they won’t stop him, he won’t stop himself either.

As soon as they get back to the dorms, Kibum speaks. “Do not fuck in the van, I am not having this car smell like sex again. And I refuse to clean anything up.” and with that, he opens the door and slips out, slamming the door behind him. Jonghyun is practically trembling and Jinki sighs, tugs gently on his arm.

“Come on, Jonghyunnie. Let’s get you inside, okay?”

“I don’t want to go inside, I want to get fucked!”

“Inside, Jonghyun.” Taemin husks and Jonghyun immediately shivers and nods slowly before following Jinki out.

“I go first this time.”

“You always do-” the smaller alpha backs down when Minho gazes at him, serious and firm, “fine.”

There’s no sign of Jonghyun inside, but that’s to be expected - it always starts like this. Minho follows Taemin to Jonghyun’s room and finds their omega waiting, squirming on the bed, hands twisting in his lap. He lights up when he sees them both and Taemin beckons him to stand, so Jongyhun does - fits himself between Minho and Taemin and leans forward to let Taemin kiss him. His hands fumble behind him to grab Minho, tugging him insistently forwards until Minho snaps his hips forward with a warning growl. It makes Jonghyun lurch forwards into Taemin and they nearly fall over, but just as quickly, Jonghyun is back, hips pulsing forwards and back. Minho noses at Jonghyun’s cheek and Jonghyun twists his head back for an awkward, sloppy kiss that makes his knees buckle and his body tremble. Taemin is immediately sucking marks into the skin of Jonghyun’s neck and Minho knows he wants so badly to bite, but he doesn’t - they never do.

But Jonghyun soon grows tired of the kissing, he’s clearly impatient and Minho and Taemin can both smell how wet he is, how much he wants. It’s Minho that steps away so Taemin can manhandle Jonghyun down to the floor: Jonghyun immediately gets on all fours, arches his back and spreads his legs, and Minho just watches as Taemin pulls Jonghyun’s sweats and boxers down, pushes his shirt up to his armpits and before Jonghyun can catch his breath, Taemin leans in and kisses the curve of Jonghyun’s ass, spreads his legs further and begins to suck and kiss at his hole. Jonghyun lets out a cry that is muffled by his fist, and Minho kneels in front of him, cupping Jonghyun’s face in his hands and locking their gazes. Jonghyun keens, straining forward, eyes on Minho’s lips, so Minho kisses him, licking into Jonghyun’s slack mouth and biting his lips, sucking his tongue, tasting the gum that had been in Taemin’s mouth.

“You’re so pretty, Jonghyunnie. Does Taemin’s tongue feel good inside you?”

Jonghyun’s eyes are glazed but he nods eagerly, lips swollen and shiny. “Want your knot, please fuck me I’ll be good I promise, alpha please, alpha-” he takes a ragged breath and abruptly falls limp, pushing back into Taemin. When Minho looks back, Taemin has four fingers twisted inside Jonghyun and he’s moving them too slowly for Jonghyun to derive any pleasure from it. The sounds his fingers make are obscene and wet, and Minho can just imagine how he’d feel, tight and hot.

“Minho, I want to go first this time.”

Minho waves a dismissive hand and stays where he is, more concerned with watching Jonghyun as Taemin pushes in with one quick stroke - Jonghyun’s mouth drops open and Minho watches with interest as his back arches further. Taemin always fucks like he dances, movements sharp and precise, sensual when he wants them to be but otherwise quick and brutal. And Jonghyun loves it, if the way he’s moaning is any indication.

Kibum (it’s probably Kibum, anyway) bangs on the wall and it only makes Jonghyun moan louder, so Minho kisses him, swallows every noise he can until Taemin yanks Jonghyun up by the hair.

“I want to hear you when I come,” he growls out, fingers pressing bruises into Jonghyun’s slim waist. Jonghyun’s chest is heaving and his face is blotchy red but he’s still fucking his hips back, but eventually his movements turn jerky and then he stills as Taemin pushes his knot in and comes. A low moan comes from Jonghyun’s throat as Taemin comes and his eyes flutter shut, and Minho thinks he looks absolutely gorgeous.

Minho grabs the blankets and pillow from Jonghyun’s bed and places them on the floor, watching amused as Taemin and Jonghyun struggle into a more comfortable position. And then he settles down too, holding Jonghyun’s hand as he drifts off without meaning to - but not half an hour later, Jonghyun is in his lip, hips pulsing and lips parted.

“Need you, want you inside me so badly, please, haven’t I been good?”

“You have been, such a good boy,” Minho breathes, “wanna ride me?”

Jonghyun nods - he’s already taken Minho’s pants off and he fists Minho’s cock just twice before sliding it inside himself; they both groan at the sensation and then there’s another hand sliding over the hard planes of Minho’s stomach: Taemin. Jonghyun sinks down all the way and whines when he bottoms out, immediately beginning to bounce up and down as Taemin sucks and licks at one of Minho’s nipples, his free hand thumbing and pinching the other. It feels good, so fucking good, and Minho’s eyes squeeze shut as he gives in to the feeling.

“Open your eyes, look how pretty our Jonghyunnie is.”

So Minho is - sees how Jonghyun’s cheeks are pink and his bangs are matted to his forehead and his lips are so swollen and red, and he moans. Jonghyun’s blush has spread to his chest and Minho can’t help staring at the slimness of his waist, how angry red his cock is as he fucks himself on Minho’s cock.

“Do I look nice?” his voice is broken, barely there but Minho nods immediately.

“So fucking gorgeous.”

A sweet smile and then Jonghyun begins to grind his hips in small, tight circles - he clenches his muscles at the same time and he gets that much tighter, still wet from Taemin’s come.

“Want your knot so bad,” Jonghyun pleads, “Minho, alpha, please.”

“You want me to breed you?”

And Jonghyun gasps, body lurching forward as he shudders. They’ve never talked about this before, but Jonghyun appears to like it - he nods eagerly and Minho can’t help smirking. “Be a good boy and make me come then.”

So Jonghyun does - keeps rolling his hips while Taemin watches, occasionally offering praise and smoothing his hands up and down the length of their chests. When he leans up to kiss Minho, Jonghyun’s hips stop and he bends down as well to join in, making them share a three-way kiss that is sloppy and more tongue and teeth than actual kiss, the kind that Minho loves best.

“Come on, baby. Come for me,” Minho murmurs against Jonghyun’s lips, and Jonghyun’s body lurches forward when Taemin slaps his ass hard. The sound is quickly followed by Jonghyun’s gasp, which leads into a shuddering moan and Minho can only guess what Taemin is doing now.

“Think he could fit me too?” Taemin asks, “think you could take both of us, Jonghyunnie?”

Jonghyun gasps again and the grind of his hips speed up as he nods, eyes wet from unshed tears. Already, Minho can feel his knot growing and he grabs onto Jonghyun’s hips, pulling him down harder. “Please-”

“You think you could take both of our knots?”

Another shuddering moan and Jonghyun nods, nails digging into Minho’s arms as his fingers tighten spasmodically. Taemin just laughs and continues, “You’d be fucking drenched in our come, so stretched that none of it would stay inside. Unless we plugged you up, hm? Or should I suck you clean? I don’t think Minho likes sloppy seconds much.” Jonghyun whines and Minho feels his knot just barely slip in, slide back out when Jonghyun rises again.

Taemin’s finger brushes against Minho’s cock then, and two slip in and Jonghyun stiffens, clenching his muscles and the sudden tightness pushes Minho over, makes him push his hips up just as Jonghyun comes down and he’s coming just as suddenly, Jonghyun following soon after.

His smile is tired and Taemin brushes away the tears that have begun to fall, kisses each cheek and grins when Minho shifts, uncomfortable. “We need to shower after this.”

“Yeah, and Jonghyunnie can blow me in the shower.”

“I like that idea,” Jonghyun breaths, probably already imagining it, “I could do you too, Minho.”

“Yeah?”

Jonghyun nods again, already breathless and Taemin rubs a hand up his back, just to make him shiver.

“You’re always so good for us, Jonghyunnie.”

“Yeah?” Now Jonghyun’s dazed smile is pleased, and Taemin nods again.

“Always. Love you.”

“Ah,” he’s flustered now, and Minho kisses his hand just to make him giggle even more, “love you too, both of you.”