#kaidasdesires

The beat of the music pulsed through your headphones as you pinned your hair back from your face, stray strands stubbornly doing their best to escape your grasp. Tonight's look was far from your usual; winged eyeliner, sharp and dramatic, extended from the corners of your eyes, giving you a cat-like appearance. Across your eyelids, you added a shimmer of purple glitter to catch the light and bring more attention to your eyes. Your outfit was simple, a tight black dress that accentuated your curves. Fishnet stockings, your favorite addition to any outfit, added a hint of angst to the look. You turned around in the mirror as you checked yourself over, looking for any details that needed to be fixed. A satisfied smile gracing your lips - you looked hot, and anyone who thought differently was blind. 

A few days had slipped by since the day of the concert, a memory still fresh in your mind, twisting your stomach anytime you thought about it too much. You hadn't seen the boys since that night, and you hadn’t stopped by their dorms either. Their lives had become a whirlwind of interviews, photo shoots, performances, and other public appearances.  You understood; the demands of their careers left little room for casual hangouts, and you didn’t want to become overbearing when they needed their personal space to relax and rest after their schedules. 

Your phone had stayed quiet too, except for a message from your friend Kei inviting you to come out to the club this evening. It had been a while since you had gone out partying, but you never minded the escape. Some people might not like the loud music and dancing, but you found you quite enjoyed it. The shared energy, the rhythms, and the liberating sense of anonymity– it was a bit cathartic for you, really, an easy way to shed any weight you had been carrying, even if just for a few hours. 

You grabbed a small clutch to put your wallet and phone in, then grabbed some of your favorite perfume and sprayed it on your wrists before dabbing it on your neck and chest. Then you headed out into the hallway, slipping on your black ankle boots and unlocking the door. The club, while not a long ride, was just far enough to warrant a taxi. You opened your phone and used an app to call for a ride. As you waited for the driver to accept your request, the autumn chill nipped at your exposed skin, raising goosebumps along your arms. Moments later, a notification chimed, confirming your ride was on its way. When the taxi arrived, you slid into the back seat, thanking the driver and looking out the window as the city lights blurred into streaks of color as the taxi sped towards your destination.

As you stepped out of the car, the rhythm of the club's bass line was already a faint echo in the night. You headed towards the club door, and you pulled out your phone to text Kei. 

Hey, I’m here! Where are you? Meet you inside. 

Above the entrance, a neon sign flickered, its various hues casting a colorful glow on the pavement: Club Moonstruck. It was a club that you’d been to several times with your friends, known for its lively energy. There weren’t any sort of strict policies to get in, so it attracted a wide variety of people. The dance floor was always a blur of movement, the drinks flowed freely, and for those seeking a more intimate experience, private karaoke rooms were available for rent. The bartenders were friendly, efficient, and always kept the peace, ensuring the good times continued without any disturbances.

You slipped your phone back into your clutch and headed towards the bouncer who was standing at the door, arms crossed in an effort to look tough. You smiled at him, pulling out your wallet to show him your ID. The bouncer's gaze swept over you, a quick assessment after verifying your identity, though his gaze lingered a bit too long on your legs. With a grunt of approval, he stamped your hand and nodded you inside. You mumbled out a quiet thanks before shoving your wallet back into your clutch and walking through the door.

The club was strangely crowded for a weekday, people dancing and drinking to their hearts' content. You checked your phone again and frowned slightly when there was no response from your friend. Although it was annoying that he hadn’t answered yet, you weren’t going to let that stop you from having a good time and finding someone to dance with. 

You walked over to the bar, sitting down in an empty seat, and grabbed a seasonal drink menu pamphlet from in front of you. You looked over the drinks, trying to decide if anything sounded good. After a few moments, the bartender, a man whose easy confidence seemed to radiate from him, leaned over, a charming smile on his lips. "What are we drinking today, beautiful?" he asked, his voice smooth and laced with charisma.

You chuckled. You recognized the well-practiced compliment for what it was—a clever and effective tool of his trade, but you appreciated it anyway.

“Hmm, what would you suggest from this menu?” you said, flipping around the menu to face him. He smiled and put his fingers under his chin in thought.

“I think you’d enjoy this one,” he finally replied, finger pointing to a mixed drink called Sweet Venom. 

“Sounds good, I trust your judgement.” You nodded and pushed the menu back towards him before reaching into your purse for your debit card. However, before you could hand it to him, the bartender waved it away.

"It was taken care of," he stated, his head tilting slightly as he gestured vaguely in the direction of the bustling crowd. He could have been gesturing towards anyone. It struck you as just a little odd, given that he had approached you almost immediately after you had taken your seat. You had barely had time to settle in. You shrugged it off, thanking him and fishing out your phone once more. You sighed, still no answer from your friend.  After a few minutes, the bartender brought over a small orange drink with a sugar rim. You thanked him once again before taking a small sip. The taste was a delightful surprise, sweet and well mixed; you really didn't taste the alcohol at all. Dangerous, you thought. You continued to

drink, letting the warm tingling of the alcohol soothe any social anxiety you were feeling and replacing it with a slight buzz.

A few minutes later, a voice, deep and a little drawn out, cut through the ambient chatter and music of the club. “Hey, pretty,” it said from directly behind you. You turned, a little surprised, to find a man you'd never seen before, smiling down at you. He was tall and undeniably handsome. “I saw you sitting by yourself and was wondering if you wanted to dance with me?” he continued, extending a hand towards you, his fingers long and inviting.

You took another glance at your phone, still no messages, before quickly downing the rest of your drink. The man was good-looking, and you were undeniably here for a good time, so you took his hand and let him walk you out onto the dance floor. When you reached an empty spot on the crowded dance floor, he let go of your hand and turned to face you. 

“What’s your name?” he said, his voice a low rumble that vibrated through you even over the pounding club music, as you both started to slowly move to the rhythm. If you were completely sober, it might be a bit awkward, but thankfully, the buzz of the alcohol took care of that.

“Y/n,” you smiled, and then lifted an eyebrow at the man standing in front of you. “And what about you?” 

“Hmm,” he hummed in response, a playful smirk tugging at his lips as his eyes raked over you slowly. “Whatever you want to call me, baby.”

You rolled your eyes. He was playing hard to get, a classic move coming from guys in the club. After seeing you roll your eyes, he laughed in response before taking your hand and spinning you around. The two of you continued to dance for a while, sharing small talk about this and that. Then he shifted, stepping behind you, his body pressing lightly against your back, and started to grind on you. You didn’t mind this; it was the normal, unspoken progression of dancing in the club with a stranger. 

“Sooo,” he whispered, his voice a little too close to your ear, the warmth of his breath tickling your skin, “What are you doing tonight then?” His hands, which had been resting casually on your waist, found your hips as you swayed to the beat, a possessive grip that felt a little too firm. You shook your head, the forwardness of this stranger, which had initially been a thrill, starting to be a bit of a turn-off.

“Hmm, not sure yet,” you replied, an indication that he was getting the wrong idea, that you weren’t as easy as he seemed to assume. His hands, ignoring your subtle cue, slid forward a bit, almost caressing your stomach, a move that felt less like a dance and more like an invasion.

“Oh, is that so?” he questioned you, his voice suddenly lower, with an edge that made the hair on your neck stand up. You tried to gently push his hands back down to your hips, a silent but clear request for him to back off, but he completely ignored your actions. Instead, with total disregard for your boundaries, he brought his hands further up your stomach, his fingers brushing against your ribs as they moved steadily towards your chest.

You tensed under his touch. You realized that this was a situation you really needed to get out of, and quickly, before it spiraled completely out of hand.

“I think you’ll be doing me tonight, kitten,” he spoke, his voice a low, predatory growl that sent shivers of disgust down your spine. Before you could even attempt to pull away from him, his grip on you tightened, as if he already knew you’d try to pull away. “It’s been a while since I’ve had a piece of meat like you.”

Suddenly, his hands were on your breasts, his grip rough and possessive. He squeezed them with enough force that you let out a sharp gasp. You were shocked that he would do something so intimate in such a public space and so confidently at that.  

“Stop it,” you enunciated, trying to push him off of you, trying to get him to stop, but he only tightened his grip, pulling you back harder against him.

“If you know what's good for you, kitten, you'll stop making a fuss and be a good girl.” He bit out. His touch became more aggressive, fingers digging into your flesh.

“Let go of me!” You replied louder this time, hoping someone would be paying attention enough to step in. You struggled, twisting and pulling against his hold, but he merely scoffed before he hoisted you into his arms, your feet dangling uselessly above the sticky dance floor. 

You kicked and pushed against him, but he was too strong. You didn’t understand why nobody even seemed to notice. Or perhaps, they simply chose not to. Every glance, every curious side eye, he met with a dismissive wave, painting you as nothing more than an unruly, drunken girlfriend he was taking home.

Fuck fuck fuck. The thought hammered in your brain as he moved swiftly, purposefully, towards the less crowded areas of the club – the bathrooms, the karaoke rooms. This isn't good. The further he carried you from the dance floor, the fewer and fewer people remained. This guy was a scum bag; he had done this before and knew exactly what he was doing. He was too strong, and none of your hits were even phasing him. 

He rounded the corner into the hallway before slamming you against the wall without warning. The impact stole your breath, a choked cry escaping your lips as the air was knocked from your lungs. Stars briefly danced before your eyes.

“You think your cries are gonna stop me? I’m gonna put you in your place, you fucking pathetic slut.” The words were a venomous hiss. Then suddenly, he slapped you, the hit causing your skin to sting and your eyes to water. 

“I said stop!” you shouted, pushing against him again, but his hands grabbed your wrists and pinned them against the wall. 

“And I don’t care. You shouldn’t have come in here looking like a piece of fresh meat if you didn’t want this.” He spat back, one hand pinning your arms up while his other slid down your body towards your crotch. A wave of fear washed over you. As his hand crept lower, you clenched your legs together tightly in a last effort to protect yourself, gritting your teeth and squeezing your eyes shut. 

Someone, please, help me. You thought as his hand grabbed the bottom of your dress, a cruel grin splitting his face as he began to pull it upwards. The fabric began to bunch at your thighs; your panties would be visible now if anyone saw you. 

Just as the fabric slid up your hips, a sudden, jarring movement shattered the stillness as you held your breath. There was a loud thud, followed by a grunt of surprise. You felt the man's grip falter, then release entirely. Your eyes, previously squeezed shut, flew open to witness a blur of motion. Another male figure, smaller but radiating fierce determination, landed a second blow to the side of the man's face. Your assailant stumbled, a guttural sound escaping his lips, before collapsing to the ground, unconscious.

“No means no, you fucking asshole,” the younger man mumbled, his voice rough with anger.

Tears, hot and stinging, streamed down your face – tears you hadn't even realized were forming. The unknown man turned, and your gaze met his. It was Jake. His chest heaved, fists still balled at his sides, eyebrows furrowed in anger and disgust. But when he met your eyes and saw the tears fall from your cheeks, he softened before rushing towards you. 

“Y/n.” he breathed, his voice thick with a mixture of relief and alarm, before pulling you into his arms, “What are you doing here? Are you okay? Why are you alone?” He rambled question after question as he held you tightly in his arms. You sank into his embrace, the adrenaline dump making you feel like you could bust into a full-blown meltdown, but you didn’t, feeling grounded by Jake’s touch. He squeezed you, feeling the faint tremors that still wracked your body. Then, he fell silent, simply holding you, allowing you a moment to calm down. He waited for your breath to slow down, till your heart rate calmed. 

After a minute, he pulled back slightly, his eyes dark with worry, searching yours. The intensity of his gaze was almost overwhelming.

“I’m okay, Jake.” You whispered, reassuring him, “Thank you, I don’t know what I would have done if it weren’t for you.” 

He nodded, pulling you back into his chest. You felt him take a deep breath, also coming down from his own adrenaline. 

“I’m always here y/n.” He whispered back, his voice a low, leaving a tender kiss on the top of your head. The scent of his cologne—a subtle blend of cedar and something a little spicy—filled your senses as you pressed your face into his chest. He ran his hand down your back in a gentle, comforting motion, a gesture that sent shivers down your spine before he took your hand in his, his fingers intertwining with yours in a firm, reassuring grip.

“Come with me. Let’s get away from this jerk before he wakes up,” he said, his eyes flicking towards the slumped figure of the man who was still passed out on the ground. He waited for you to nod before he gently pulled you away towards one of the many karaoke rooms. He pulled the door open and led you into the room before leading you to the couch that sat at the back of the small room. 

You sank into the cushions and sighed. “How did you even know I was here? Why are you here, Jake?” You asked, trying to process everything that had just happened. 

Jake chuckled a bit, a soft, almost shy sound, his hand instinctively rubbing the back of his neck. “I’m actually kind of a regular here,” he responded, almost sounding a bit embarrassed, a faint blush creeping up his neck. 

“Oh? I didn’t know you liked clubbing?” you said, more like a question, adjusting your disheveled clothes and pushing your hair back from your face. 

“Eh, it’s complicated.” He replied shortly, his gaze distant, and you could tell from the subtle tightening of his jaw that he didn’t want to go into more detail at the moment. So you left it alone for now. 

When you looked back at him again, he was already staring at you, his eyes burning with an intensity that made your breath hitch. In that moment, truly, for the first time that night, you could finally take him all in. Tonight, he was wearing a worn, dark leather jacket, the sleeves pulled up to reveal his strong forearms, with a plain black t-shirt underneath that subtly showcased the muscular definition of his chest. His ripped jeans clung to his long legs, and his usually neat hair was a mass of dark, curly strands, giving him an almost rebellious, untamed look. And his eyes… his eyes were a mesmerizing golden color you’d never seen before. He looked incredibly, unexpectedly good. You never saw him wearing such casual clothes, and yet, they transformed him, making him appear so edgy, so effortlessly cool, and well… undeniably sexy. 

“Can… Can I hug you again?” He broke the comfortable silence quietly, his voice a little hoarse, his lip caught between his teeth again.

His request caught you off guard; it seemed random, but you nodded, craving his touch and warmth once more.

He reached his hands out to pull you up off the couch. As you rose, he wrapped his arms around your waist, pulling you into a hug. Instinctively, your arms found their way around his neck, your fingers tangling in the soft hair at his nape. He pulled you even tighter against himself, as if he couldn’t get you close enough. 

A comfortable silence fell between you, but it wasn’t awkward per se; you just weren’t used to Jake being so quiet. It was so different from his normal playful and hyper demeanor. 

You felt the gentle weight of his head as he lowered it, settling into the hollow of your neck. Without conscious thought, you instinctively tilted your neck, offering him greater access. A shiver, both of pleasure and surprise, traced its way down your spine as his hot breath ghosted against your skin. Then, you felt the soft press of his nose against your neck. His breath hitched, a faint sound escaping him as he inhaled deeply, pressing his nose against your skin harder.

“Jakey–,” you whispered, your voice barely audible, a blush blooming warmly on your cheeks. “That tickles.” It was funny and endearing in a way, maybe Jake just really liked the smell of your perfume. 

“You just–you smell really good y/n.” He whispered back. His hand, which had been resting on your waist, moved to cup the back of your head, his fingers gently sifting through your hair. He pulled lightly, a soft tug that exposed even more of your neck to him. A tiny gasp escaped your lips at the unexpected sensation. Then, you felt his nose against your bare skin once more, a deliberate and unhurried movement that ignited a warmth deep in your stomach.

“By the way, your eyes are really pretty right now, Jake. I’ve never seen them that color,” you murmured, your own eyes fluttering closed as he continued his tender ministrations. Now, small, open-mouthed kisses were being pressed along the sensitive skin of your neck. You didn’t understand exactly what he was doing, but it felt good, and you enjoyed having him close. 

Jake tensed abruptly, his body stiffening in your arms. Then, with a sudden, panicked movement, he pulled away quickly, taking several steps back from you, as if needing to create a significant distance.

“Jake?” you questioned, your voice laced with confusion. A frown creased your brow at the sudden lack of proximity and warmth.

His eyes darted frantically around the room, and he ran his fingers through his hair.

“Look.. y/n.. I.. you should go home.” He said, his voice sounded strained. “It’s not safe here.” 

Your stomach twisted, and the sudden feeling of rejection made you feel sick. You didn’t understand. You took a step forward toward him. 

“Jake, what do you mean? You’re here. I feel safe with you…. I want to stay with you, Jake.” You said the second part a bit quieter. 

Jake, however, took another step backward, his body language a mirror of his words and he shook his head. "You can’t. Please just listen to me, you need to go home." His plea was urgent, almost desperate, his fists clenching and unclenching by his sides.

Your mind spun, confused by everything that was happening. Had Jungwon been wrong about Jake? Had you been foolish to believe that he had feelings for you? The thought was a sharp stab of pain.

"Jake… I thought you… I thought…" Your voice trailed off, a lump forming in your throat. "I’m sorry, I guess I got the wrong impression." You mumbled, the words heavy with embarrassment as tears welled in your eyes again. Now, it was your turn to take a step back, your chest aching. You never handled rejection well, and this one hurt. 

“Fuck.” Jake cursed under his breath, frustration evident,  “Please just go home. I’m sorry.” His gaze met yours, and in that moment, you saw a whirlwind of emotions in his eyes. The golden color had intensified, burning with intensity. His face was flushed, a deep crimson that spread from his neck to his hairline, and his breathing was heavy. He looked upset, almost apologetic or guilty, before he turned away from you, swung the door open with a shove, and ran.

“Jake!” You shouted after him, immediately also rushing for the door and catching it before it shut. You saw him as he turned the corner, and you chased after him. You bolted past groups of people lost in their dancing and drinking, nearly running into anyone who walked into your path. You kept your eyes on Jake as he burst out the front door of the club. He had never done anything like this before, and it honestly scared you. Jake was always so clingy, so openly affectionate, and you rarely, if ever, saw him this distraught, this openly panicked. You were hurt and worried and still didn’t understand what was going on. 

The bouncer instinctively moved out of your way as you streaked past him, his shouted warning to "watch out!" fading behind you. Jake was significantly ahead, a blur in the dimly lit street, but you could still just make out his retreating form. The dorms were only a few blocks away, but running like this, in the open, was incredibly risky for Jake, especially with the ever-present threat of sasaengs lurking around. He wasn’t even wearing a mask or a hoodie, the usual precautions they always took. Why was he willing to risk everything, his privacy, his safety, his career, just to get away from you in this moment?

Your lungs stung as you ran, and you struggled to keep up the pace considering your outfit and shoes. The night was a bit chilly, and the light from the full moon overhead cast distorted shadows on everything around you. You grew anxious as you ran, fearing that the man from the club would appear out of any alleyway and grab you, and that this time Jake wouldn’t be there to save you.

Jake please. You thought desperately, tears pricking at your eyes again. You didn’t want to be alone again after what had happened at the club, and the sudden rejection from Jake, the way he had abruptly pushed you away, made no sense. Your mind reeled, trying to grasp at an explanation, but there was none. "None of this makes any fucking sense," you muttered, frustrated.

When you finally made it to the dorm, Jake was nowhere in sight. You paused outside the front door for a second, leaning against the surface and catching your breath before you slowly turned the door handle. It was unlocked, which surprised you. You knew the key code, of course, but the door was never left unlocked. Something must be really wrong with Jake. This was not right, any of it.

You pushed open the door, and stepped into both darkness and silence. The lights were off, and it didn’t seem like anyone was actually there. 

“Jake?” Your voice wavered as you called out, stepping into the dorm and letting the door close behind you.  Your hand fumbled for the light switch by the doorway, turning it on and casting a warm glow across the room.

“Jakey, please…What’s wrong? What’s going on?” You called out again. You kicked off your shoes, letting them fall silently to the floor, and slowly, cautiously, stepped into the living room. The silence was unnerving, tension thick in the air as you waited for a response.

Then, a faint sound, a slight shuffle in the darkness, drew your attention. You spun towards the hallway. It was too dark to see him, but his eyes stood out almost as if they were glowing. 

“Stay there y/n. Don’t come any closer.” Jake's voice, strained and unusually deep, cut through the silence. It was a command, not a request. He clung to the shadows of the dark hallway, trying to hide himself from view. 

“Jake, I can’t take this.” You replied, voice pleading, taking another step forward, ignoring his command. 

"No, y/n, you don't understand!" Jake shouted, his voice cracking with a raw pain that made you flinch. The sudden, sharp escalation of his tone was startling; none of the boys had ever raised their voice at you. “You shouldn’t be here. I can’t—,” he hesitated, his voice trailing off.  

“Can’t what Jake?” You pressed, your voice breaking mid-sentence. Your chest hurt from all the strong emotions and rejection you felt. “You’re hurting my feelings, Jake. I like you… I don’t understand why you’re pushing me away like this… have you just been leading me on?” 

From the hallway, you heard a low, frustrated sound, almost an animalistic growl, before Jake finally stepped out into the faint light of the living room. The sight of him stole your breath. He was shirtless, his skin slick with sweat as if he had just run a marathon. His face was still flushed a deep pink, and his eyes were glistening, watery, as though he too had been fighting a losing battle against tears. But as your gaze swept over him, it snagged on something else unexpected, the way his pants tented significantly in the front. Jake was massively hard. A blush, hot and undeniable, crept up your neck and across your cheeks at the sight.

"No, y/n. You just don't understand… It's the opposite," Jake finally managed, his voice still raw. He took another step forward, slowly closing the distance between you. "Every time I see your shirt rise up or your legs when you come out of the shower in just a towel, I can’t help but imagine your bare skin under my fingers. Every time I see you stealing glances at the other boys, I imagine how easy it would be to make you only be able to look at me. Every time you talk, all I can think about is your mouth on mine. But what do you think will happen if I kiss you right now, huh?" His gaze was intense, burning into yours like a wild, barely controlled fire. "You won't be able to handle it, y/n. It is too dangerous. You don’t understand that I'm trying to protect you."

Your head spun; all of this was so confusing.  “Jake… I want you too,” you admitted, taking another step forward. “What are you so scared of? I’m not afraid of any of this, any of you.”

You watched as Jake’s jaw clenched and unclenched, a muscle ticking violently in his cheek. He was fighting, truly fighting, to maintain his composure, his gaze warred between warning and desire.

“One more step and I won’t be able to control any of it, y/n. I don’t want to hurt you.” he stated, his voice low. He stood perfectly still, waiting and watching for you to make your decision. His eyes pleaded with you to leave, to choose safety, but his body was sending you a totally different, far more compelling message.

You knew that Jake would never hurt you. Jungwon had said that none of them would hurt you, a promise that echoed in your mind. And in that moment, standing before him, you wanted Jake just as badly as he obviously wanted you, perhaps even more.

You hesitated, but let yourself take one step, and then another towards him. He stood still, watching you silently, waiting until you were only a few steps in front of him. Then, in one swift and harsh move that stole your breath, he grabbed you by the waist and pushed you against the unforgiving surface of the wall. His fingers pressed harshly into your hips, a possessive grip that left no room for escape, and his mouth, hot and demanding, found your neck, immediately devouring the tender skin there with a hungry kiss.

“You have no idea what you’re getting yourself into,” he mumbled into your ear, his breath hot against your skin, sending shivers down your spine. His words were a warning, but the way his body pressed against yours, the heat radiating from him, was an promise of exactly what you were getting into.

You whined, a soft, involuntary sound escaping your lips as the sensation of his hardened cock pressed against you, combined with the feeling of his mouth on your neck, quickly aroused you. He rutted against you, a slow, deliberate grind that spoke of his own barely controlled desperation and his hands left your hips to roam up your sides. With ease that made your breath hitch, his hands slipped under your thighs as he picked you up. Your legs instinctively wrapped around his waist, your arms securing around his neck, holding on as if your life depended on it. Now, his cock was pressing right against your heat, a scorching friction through the thin fabric of your clothing. Then he kissed you; it was feverish, urgent, and messy. His tongue quickly licked into your mouth as he continued to rut against you. The position had pushed your dress up gathering the fabric on your hips and leaving his cock to only be blocked by your fishnets and panties.

He groaned, a deep, guttural sound that vibrated through your chest. His piercing eyes, dark with a mix of desire and restraint, found yours, locking you in their gaze. “I’m really trying to hold back, y/n,” he said between kisses, his words ragged. His fingers pressed into your thighs, gripping them tightly as he continued humping you against the wall.

“Ahh– fuck– please don’t, Jake. I want you,” you moaned as his cock slid over your clothed clit, causing a jolt of pleasure to flash through you. 

Jake let out another sound that sounded like a growl before he pulled away from the wall and walked you into the empty living room with ease. He lowered you to the ground near the back of the couch before he quickly grabbed your waist and turned you around, pushing you over the back of the couch. 

You gasped, suddenly on your tippy toes and folded over the back of the couch, skirt hiked up around your thighs. The sudden change in position and dynamic caused you to blush as a surprised squeak escaped your lips.  

You felt his large hands run up the back of your thighs, leaving goosebumps as they went.  He pushed your dress up and over your ass, his fingers brushing against your bare skin. He paused for a moment, and you could feel his eyes on you, admiring the view he had created. The air cracked with tension for a moment before you felt him grab your fishnets, and like it was nothing, he ripped them open, giving himself access to your panties. 

“Oh–Jake..,” you said quietly, shocked and aroused by his actions. He was being much more bold than you expected, and you couldn’t help the way your stomach tightened at his actions.

“Gonna make you mine,” Jake responded through gritted teeth. It was like he could barely keep himself composed, letting his fingers trace over your heat through your panties. 

“Jake, we can’t do this in the living room,” you panted, the feeling of his fingers against you causing your legs to tremble. “What if someone gets home?” 

Jake just laughed in response, a sound that sent another shiver through you. It was a laugh that held no humor, only desire and possessiveness. Without another word, he pulled your panties to the side, exposing you completely, and quickly slipped a single finger into you, your wetness giving no resistance to his actions.

You moaned, head dropping forward momentarily, once again surprised by his actions. You never expected him to act like this. One finger was quickly replaced by two, as he began to move them within you, fucking them into you with a rhythm that was both quick and deliberate. You moaned again, the sound louder this time, less surprised and more consumed by pleasure. His long, slender fingers felt so incredibly good, stretching and filling you in a way that left you craving more. And as if he could read your mind, he gave you more, slipping in another finger with ease. 

“Mmm, so wet for me already baby,” Jake said before you heard the soft rustle of fabric behind you, a clear indication that he was shedding the last of his clothes. Your mind was too consumed by the throbbing ache between your legs to turn and look at him. A desperate whine escaped your lips as Jake slowly withdrew his fingers, the sudden emptiness a stark contrast to the fullness that had just been there.

“Don’t worry, pretty puppy, I’m going to fill you up,” he cooed, his hands gliding down the backs of your thighs, “You’re going to take all of me so well, I know it.”  You jumped, a surprised shiver running through you, as his warm breath ghosted against your exposed heat. He was kneeling behind you now, his powerful hands gently spreading you open so he could devour you. His tongue was on you fast, aggressive, and he wasted no time finding your clit. 

“Fuck Jake, “ you moaned, fingers digging into the couch as the sudden pleasure overtook you. Jake hummed in satisfaction behind you at your reaction. He ate you out as if it were his last meal, his tongue sparing no part of your swollen heat, licking and sucking with a relentless hunger that left you breathless. You were dizzy with pleasure as his tongue pushed into you, and then back out to find your clit again.

“You’re… so good at this,” you praised him, your voice a shaky whisper, the coil in your stomach tightening with each movement of his tongue. You could feel Jake smirk behind you as he lapped against your clit over and over again. And like he knew it was coming, as soon as you started to reach the edge, Jake pulled away from you. You let out a desperate whine, not having expected to be edged. 

“Not yet,” was all he said before you heard him stand back up. You began to push yourself up off the edge of the couch, to turn around and return his actions, to make him feel good too, but Jake’s strong hands pressed you firmly back down into the couch. Then you felt him line his cock up, stroking it against your heat. He slowly dragged his cock through your folds, teasing you and collecting your slick. You pushed your ass back towards him, a silent plea for more, and he let out another quiet chuckle. 

“Want me so badly already? I knew it,” he whispered before slowly pushing himself in. “Good girl.” When he bottomed out, you couldn’t help but gasp; he was so much bigger, so much thicker than you had imagined, stretching you in a way that was both overwhelming and incredibly arousing. He didn’t give you a moment to adjust, to acclimate to his size, before he picked up his speed, his fingers digging into your waist, holding you tightly in place as he began to thrust into you.

“Oh fuck,” was all you could manage as he fucked into you, thrusting deeply. The stretch was so good that your mind immediately went fuzzy, overwhelmed by the sudden pleasure that shot through your body. 

“God, you’re so tight. It’s not going to fit.” Jake groaned from behind you, his voice laced with satisfaction. His hands clamped onto your hips, anchoring you against him, intensifying every thrust.

“I– I can– take it.” you gasped between thrusts, each one stealing your breath. You couldn’t help wanting to take everything Jake was going to give you. You wanted to be good for him. To impress him. 

“Oh puppy, I’m going to make you take it. I told you I’m going to make you mine. I plan to keep my word.” He replied, sounding a bit breathless himself. 

You never really expected Jake to be dominant like this, considering his playful, somewhat cutesy nature he normally showcased. He was usually all teasing smiles and lighthearted banter, a contrast to the possessive, almost feral intensity he was showing off now. But the dramatic difference between the two aspects of his personality was incredibly hot.

Jake reached forward, his hand wrapping around your neck, not in aggression, but with a possessive strength that pulled you back flush against his sweat-slicked body. “Surely, you’ve figured out what you’ve signed up for by now, haven’t you?” He whispered against your ear, his warm breath ghosting over your skin. You shook your head, unable to form a coherent thought, much less an answer. Between his harsh, relentless thrusts and the firm grip around your neck, you couldn’t find the words to respond, lost in a haze of sensations.

“Did you not even notice that today was the full moon? Don’t you know wolves like to hunt during the full moon? And I sure am lucky with what I’ve caught this time, aren’t I?” Jake chuckled, the sound vibrating against your back. He punctuated his words with a few lingering kisses against the back of your neck. “Should I show you what it feels like to be in heat? Make you feel the way I feel whenever I think about you too much?” 

Your mind spun, trying to quickly process his words, but not getting very far. The pleasure of Jake’s cock filling you up, stretching you to your limit, was too distracting, too overwhelming. So you didn’t answer, your body responding instinctively by clenching around him even as your mind struggled to catch up.

“Damn, already so fucked out I don’t even have to mark you to make you desperate for me,” he spoke again, a low growl following when you remained silent. “Fine, I won’t, since you’re obviously not in a good headspace to make a decision like that right now. But you’re going to be a good little mutt and take my knot, won’t you, baby?”

“Knot?” you thought, the single word cutting through the haze of pleasure, a sudden jolt of realization. The puzzle pieces were finally clicking into place. Jake was a werewolf. You shuddered subconsciously at the undeniable truth, a mix of fear and exhilarating curiosity coursing through you. You knew a bit about them, of course, from TV and the myriad of stories you had devoured online. (looking at you, reader) 

Jake’s tongue flicked out, tracing a hot, wet line down the back of your neck, following the crevice of your shoulder, lingering precisely where he would have marked you, where you now realized he had been scenting you earlier. He was teasing you, showing you exactly where he would claim you if you let him. You whined, the involuntary sound escaping your lips as his continuous, relentless thrusts kept you dazed and pliant, completely at his mercy.

He eventually let you fall back over the couch, his hands going back to your hips as he fucked into you harder. You couldn’t help the desperate and needy moans that slipped from your mouth over and over as he continued fucking you. 

You were impressed by his stamina, how strong his thrusts were, and how long he had been going already. Your legs shook beneath you, the couch offering more support than they were. 

Eventually, Jake’s thrusts began to slow, softening into a more deliberate, deeper rhythm, his breaths growing more labored. Your mind, once buzzing with the day’s anxieties, was now empty. Worries about anyone coming home, or about the earlier events of the day, had completely evaporated; it was replaced only by how good Jake was making you feel.

“Mmm, gonna fill you up, gonna make you mine,” he hummed from behind you. His fingers tightened possessively on your hips, pulling your body back flush against his over and over again. 

“Fuck– Please Jakey,” You moaned in response, already totally spent.

Despite having read about them, you were still unprepared for the startling sensation of his cock seeming to swell and grow near its base. A sudden, intense stretching enveloped you, pulling you wider, deeper, in a way you hadn't thought possible.

“God– fuck–,” Jake cursed, pushing into you harder and harder with each thrust as he drew closer to his own climax. “Taking my cock like a bitch in heat. Such a good girl, taking me so well. So good for me.” His words tumbled out, rough and possessive. 

His arm came around your hip, and his fingers found your clit as his knot slowly grew. The sudden pleasure, along with the intense stretch, was almost overwhelming; you knew you wouldn’t last long like this, and neither would he. 

“J–Jake,” you stuttered, your voice breathless, pleasure building to an almost unbearable peak with each deliberate thrust and the motion of his fingers.

The stretch was almost becoming too much, and Jake was meeting resistance as he pushed forward into you. He was close. 

“Take it puppy,” he mumbled, his voice tight with effort, gritted teeth revealing the intensity of his struggle for control. “Gonna cum inside… make you so full, you won’t ever think of anyone else but me.” His words were a promise, a claim, that resonated through your entire being.

You whined desperately, a sound that was a complex mixture of emotions: the dizzying pleasure of your own orgasm rapidly approaching, the sharp, almost painful sensation of the intense stretch, and the powerful impact of Jake’s words.

Jake cursed above you again, his thrusts sloppy and uncontrolled, until the resistance became too much. He pushed into you hard, causing you to yelp, but once he was inside, the stretch of feeling so full was like ecstasy. Jake’s fingers continued with more focus as he came inside you, now unable to pull back out, his knot trapped inside you. The feeling of his cum hot inside of you threw you tumbling towards the edge. And when the sensation didn’t stop, filling you up even more than you could imagine, your orgasm hit you like a train.

“Good girl,” Jake groaned, his voice thick with satisfaction, as you convulsed and tightened around him, around his knot. You came so intensely that your vision tunneled, the edges of your world blurring into a single point, your entire body tingling with an almost electric energy. Your head spun wildly, even after Jake’s fingers finally stilled, and your legs trembled harshly. You were totally spent. 

There was a soothing silence, the two of you catching your breath as he rubbed a hand up and down your back in a comforting manner. After a few minutes, you felt Jake’s knot start to soften inside of you. 

“So good Jake.” You said quietly, breaking the silence. 

A low chuckle rumbled from him, a sound that sent a shiver down your spine as his voice deepened, taking on a far darker tone than before. “Good, because I’m not done with you yet.” Then he withdrew his cock, and you felt the warm, slick release of his cum tracing a path down your inner thighs. A blush crept across your face, a flush of both heat and surprise at the sheer volume of cum trickling down your legs. Before you could say anything else, he rushed forward, pushing himself back inside, cock already hard again. You moaned, a mix of pleasure and pain shooting through you.

“Jake…” you tried to interject, your voice a little strained, “it’s too much.”

His movements were fast and relentless, thrusting into you again and keeping your hips firmly in place. “You can take it,” he asserted, his response clipped, unwavering.

“Jake—I can’t…” you pleaded, desperately trying to draw a full breath, the words catching in your throat.

You squeezed your eyes shut, tears threatening to spill as he continued to thrust. It’s not that you wanted to stop; it was just too much, too overwhelming. You were overstimulated, maybe even a bit raw from how hard he had just fucked you and the stretch of his knot. 

“Jake.” A sharp voice sliced through the air; it came from the hallway where Jake had been standing just a little while ago.

His hips faltered for a second, but he didn’t stop. Instead, a growl aimed at the other person who spoke tore from his chest, a sound you hadn't heard from him before. It was aggressive, distinctly territorial—a noise that sent a ripple of unease through you. 

“Jake. Stop it, or I’m going to make you stop.” The voice spoke again, closer this time. You finally managed to pry your eyes open, glancing towards the hallway. There, framed in the doorway, stood Ni-ki. His eyes glowed with an unnerving, bright pinkish hue, and he was wearing a dark hoodie pulled low over his head, paired with loose sweatpants.

You felt Jake’s hips hesitate again, though still not entirely stopping. “Fuck off,” Jake snarled, his voice now entirely devoid of its usual sound, replaced by a harsh, animalistic quality. Another territorial growl ripped from him, a warning, a challenge. This frightened you- Jake was no longer himself. 

Ni-ki's intense gaze locked onto yours, and then his voice, calm yet urgent, resonated directly in your mind. "Close your eyes," the younger boy's command echoed as he pulled the hood of his sweatshirt from his head, revealing his dark, slightly disheveled hair.

You instinctively obeyed, shutting your eyes tightly, bracing yourself. A sense of déjà vu washed over you, a strange comfort in the chaos, as if these surreal events were slowly becoming a familiar part of your life. A sudden crash shattered the silence, followed by the sensation of Jake’s body being violently yanked away from yours. Another guttural snarl, then a sharp yelp of pain, and more furious growling filled the air. Before you could process it, a strong, firm grip took hold of you, pulling you away from the cushions of the couch

When your eyelids fluttered open, Ni-ki was positioned protectively in front of you. He was now shirtless, but otherwise, his appearance remained unchanged. In front of you both, a magnificent, terrifying wolf stood, its size far exceeding that of any ordinary canine. Its eyes were the exact same shade of gold as Jake’s. Its teeth were bared, and its hackles raised. 

“Jake!” Ni-ki’s voice, sharp and commanding, ripped through the tension, a seriousness in his tone you had never heard before. “You don’t want to do this!”

The wolf, which you now realized was indeed Jake, let out another low growl, though this time less aggressive. His massive body shivered, a tremor running through his fur, much like a wet dog shaking off water. He was trying to regain his composure, to shed the surge of adrenaline and aggression that had overtaken him.

“Listen to me,” Ni-ki continued, his voice softer now, laced with a plea. “You’ve already done too much. You were going to hurt her. You were hurting her. She said to stop.” 

A low whine escaped the wolf, a mournful sound that replaced his aggressive demeanor. With a sigh that seemed to deflate his enormous frame, he lay down on the floor, his gaze still fixed on you, but the possessive, territorial edge in his eyes had finally softened. He watched silently, no longer a threat.

Ni-ki turned around to face you, giving you an apologetic and concerned look before he scooped you off the ground and into his arms and towards the bathroom. Once in the bathroom, he gently sat you back on your feet and steadied you while your legs adjusted, still shaky from before. 

“I’ll be right back,” Ni-ki said quietly before leaving the room. The moment he returned, he was holding a neatly folded bundle of clothes. They were clearly his: a large, soft-looking t-shirt and a pair of dark sweatpants.

You let out a small chuckle of disbelief.  "Somehow, we are in this position again," you said, shaking your head slightly. The familiarity of the situation—him tending to you after a dangerous encounter—was both ridiculous and comforting. "Have you been here the whole time?" The question was hesitant, unsure if you truly wanted to know the answer.

Ni-ki simply met your gaze and gave a slow, noncommittal shrug.

The silence that followed was thick, only broken by the soft sound of the fan running in the bathroom. "Do you… need any help?" he finally asked, the question delivered with a surprising lack of awkwardness. He motioned subtly toward the shower stall with a tilt of his head. You felt an immediate, hot rush of color flood your cheeks. The idea of Ni-ki assisting you, of being that vulnerable with him, made a sudden shyness wash over you.

"I think I’m okay," you replied. As you spoke, your eyes betrayed you, flicking down for a quick, involuntary glance of Ni-ki's lean, athletic form.

When you snapped your eyes back up, a distinct, annoyingly smug look had settled on his face, a clear sign that he had caught you checking him out. He didn't comment on it, though. Instead, he simply offered a silent nod, turning towards the door, ready to give you the privacy you had requested.

"Wait–," you spoke up quickly, the word a small, urgent sound in the otherwise quiet room. You acted on instinct, reaching out and grabbing his arm to keep him from leaving, your fingers wrapping around the firm muscle of his arm.

He stopped, turning back to you with a slight, questioning arch to one of his eyebrows, waiting patiently for you to explain.

You dropped your gaze to the floor, unable to meet the intensity of his stare, suddenly feeling even more shy. "It’s... okay if you were here," you mumbled, the confession feeling heavy and significant. "I don’t mind." You quickly added, needing him to understand this wasn't a complaint. "But... how did you know?

He reached forward, his fingers lightly brushing your chin before gently tilting your head up, forcing your eyes to lock with his. His eyes flashed pink again, and his mouth didn’t move, but you heard him anyway. 

“I said that I would protect you. I plan to keep that promise. The only reason Jake found you tonight is because of me. You called for me; he just happened to be closer than I was.” His voice was clear in your mind, “You should just be glad Jungwon doesn’t know about this. At least not yet, that is.” 

You nodded, partly embarrassed and partly flattered. Ni-ki’s words, his commitment to your safety and well-being, made you feel something in your chest. 

"You’ll be safe," Ni-ki continued, this time speaking out loud, his voice back to its normal, low tone, the pink fading from his eyes. "I’m going to take care of the dog in the living room." He pivoted, turning towards the door once more. You weren’t entirely sure what "taking care of the dog" entailed, but you knew enough about their world now to realize that he had likely dealt with creatures like this before. You let the conviction in his voice settle over you, trusting that whatever they did, everything would be fine.

Ni-ki closed the door behind him with a soft click, leaving you alone. You immediately reached for the shower knob, twisting it until a steady stream of hot water began to pour. You peeled off your sticky, ruined clothes, the fabric stiff with sweat and ripped in several places. Your eyes fell on the state of your tights, a tangled mess of torn fabric, and you shook your head at the damage before tossing them straight into the bathroom trash can. You allowed yourself a long wash, letting the scalding water work its magic, soothing the deep ache in your muscles and washing away the last bits of fear and adrenaline that had gripped your nerves. 

“I hope Jake is okay.” You thought, frowning when you remembered the wolf’s sorrowful eyes. You knew he didn’t mean to scare you. He had warned you that he might not be able to control himself, yet you had still poked and prodded and pushed at his defenses.

Once clean, you grabbed the towel and dried off thoroughly before reaching for the clothes Ni-ki had brought. You immediately recognized the familiar scent of his cologne clinging to the fabric. They were, of course, enormous on you. The t-shirt hung down well past your thighs, effectively becoming a comfortable dress, and the sweatpants pooled around your ankles, requiring you to roll the waistband over several times. Despite the slightly comical appearance, the clothes were soft and comfortable. You took a final, deep, calming breath, then reached out and opened the bathroom door.

The apartment had settled into quiet once more, broken only by the faint, muffled sound of a conversation happening somewhere in the dorm—a hushed exchange you couldn't quite make out.

You stepped slowly down the hallway, closer to the conversation. 

“Yes, she's fine, Hyung.” You heard Ni-ki speaking. “I took care of Jake. She… seemed to be having a good time until Jake lost control of himself.” 

There was a pause. Ni-ki was talking on the phone.  

“No, it’s alright. We will see you tomorrow.” 

Silence. 

“I know you’re there y/n.” Ni-ki spoke after a moment. 

You crept out from the hallway shyly and into the living room, where Ni-ki sat on the couch. He smirked when he saw you in his clothes, nodding in approval. 

“Cute.” That was all he said as you sat beside him on the couch. You looked around, but Jake was nowhere to be found. You found yourself frowning again, wishing you could reassure Jake that you were fine and that you weren’t upset with him. 

“He’s in time out for the evening. But he said that he’s sorry and he’ll explain everything to you.” Ni-ki said, noticing you were looking for Jake. 

You nodded, fatigue gripping your muscles. You couldn’t help but yawn. 

“Come on, let’s get you to bed,” Ni-ki said, standing up and walking away with his hands in his pockets. 

You blinked, surprised, as he walked away, but you still got up and followed him. He led you to his room. It was clean, but a bit empty compared to the other boys' rooms. He motioned for you to get into his bed, and so you did. You pulled back the covers and got into the bed. There was a moment where Ni-ki just stood there watching you. You raised an eyebrow at the younger boy. 

“Are you getting in?” You said quietly, patting the bed beside you. 

Even though it was dark, you could see the tint of pink that cast over Ni-ki’s cheeks. 

“Oh.. Yeah.” He said quietly before easing himself into the bed beside you. He lay back, facing the ceiling a bit awkwardly. 

“Ni-ki,” you whispered, “Thank you… for everything really.” 

He said nothing but nodded, still staring at the ceiling.  

The comfort of the bed made you drowsy, and your eyelids started to get heavy. You turned towards him to lie on your side. As you dosed in and out, you felt Ni-ki adjust. You felt him turn towards you and tuck his arm underneath you. He wrapped his arms around you and leaned his chin on the top of your head, and held you close as you slept. To Ni-ki, there was no better feeling than protecting you and keeping you safe. 

☾ author note: thank you for reading! Sorry for the long wait! My health has not been the best recently. Please comment below if you want to be added to the taglist and let me know how you enjoyed this chapter!

chapter five (coming soon)

bzz bzz bzz. 

The insistent buzzing of your phone jolted you awake, its vibrations starkly contrasting to the peaceful slumber you'd been enjoying. Groaning, you blindly reached for the device, your hand fumbling across the cool surface of the bedside table until your fingers closed around its smooth edges. You brought the phone to your face, squinting at the bright screen through sleep-fogged eyes. An unfamiliar number glared back at you.

Fucking spam callers. You thought and with a sigh of resignation, you let your arm fall back onto the mattress, the phone landing beside you with a soft thud. You stared up at the ceiling, the darkness punctuated only by a thin sliver of light peeking through the black-out curtains.

Hold on. Oh my god. Heeseung’s room? It all came rushing back to you like a sudden splash of cold water. Everything that had happened the night before and how you had fallen asleep in the older boy's arms. Heeseung wasn’t with you now, though. You looked around the room. He wasn’t playing on his computer either. The keys of the keyboard slowly pulsating through the colors of the rainbow. 

You pulled the covers to your face, the soft fabric brushing against your nose. You wanted to remember the cedar smell of the night before, and sure enough, his blankets carried a similar scent. The smell sent a warm shiver through your body. However, you couldn’t help but feel a bit sad that he wasn’t here. You had no idea when he had left, and you had no memory of him slipping out of bed while you slept.

You lay there for a while, contemplating what to do next. You picked up your phone and scrolled through your notifications, none of which included a message from Heeseung. Truth be told you were just avoiding going out into the living room. You didn’t know if you were ready for the raised eyebrows and incessant questions from the other boys. They’d be able to tell why you had stayed the night, especially considering the clothes you were currently wearing didn’t belong to you. The thought brought another small pang of loneliness that Heeseung was gone. 

But it’s not like any time would be better than now, so you begrudgingly pulled your body out of the warm bed and took an extra minute to fold the sheets back and make sure it was made for Heeseung whenever he got home. You also grabbed the now empty water glasses to take to the dishwasher. You took a deep breath, mentally preparing yourself once more, before pulling the door open. You stood there momentarily while you listened out into the apartment. It was quiet, the only thing you heard was the sound of the dehumidifier humming in the living room.

Then you slowly walked towards the living room before peeking around the corner and to your surprise, nobody was there. 

A wave of relief washed over you at the realization that the boys might have had a schedule today and that you didn’t have to try to explain yourself right now. You took the glasses to the sink, rolling your eyes when you saw how many dishes had been stacked up. Seriously, why can’t they clean up after themselves, you thought. Since it seemed as though nobody was here you decided to do what you had already done many times before and clean up around the dorm. 

You couldn’t help it as your mind wandered to last night as you rinsed the dishes before putting them in the dishwasher. You couldn’t help the thought’s of Heeseung’s soothing voice and the way he took you on the couch. You couldn’t help it when your mind wandered to the other boys, one by one as dirty scenarios and “what ifs” came tumbling over and over through your thoughts. This became especially prominent as you wandered through the dorm, picking up discarded clothes and throwing them into the hamper to be washed. Each boy's individual colognes sends new pulses of warmth and curiosity through you. Your mind was so active with these thoughts that time flew as you did other chores for them like sweeping and vacuuming the rugs. Eventually needing a break, you flopped onto the couch, laying back and resting for a minute. 

Apparently, you were still a bit tired; you knew it had been longer than you anticipated when you were woken up by the sound of not-so-quiet whispering. If that’s what you would really call it at this point. 

“She stayed the night?” you heard Jake from nearby. 

“What’s it to you?” A defensive response from Heeseung. 

“Everyone shut up and leave her be! She cleaned up after your nasty asses so just let it go.” Jay spoke from above you, scolding the other guys for their bickering. 

You felt your face heating up, the sudden attention on you a bit flustering. You decided to continue to lay there for a minute with your eyes closed, hoping that they would go away. Maybe they would go into their rooms and you could sneak out the door without them seeing you.  Out of the blue, a hand grazes across your forehead, pushing your tousled hair out of your face. You opened your eyes slowly expecting to see Jay or Heeseung. But instead, you were met by your best friend's gentle eyes. Nevermind about sneaking out.

“Won?” You said quietly, admiring the boy's deep brown eyes as he looked back at you. 

“Hi.” He responded with a slight smile. “You fell asleep here?” 

You sat up, scratching your head in embarrassment. “Heh, yeah, I guess so. I didn’t mean to.” You chuckled, embarrassment flushing your skin. 

Jungwon just nodded. “It’s okay, nobody minds! Are you feeling okay though? Oh, and you really don’t have to clean up after us, you know.” 

“I know.” You smiled back at him, “I don’t mind it. It makes me feel better knowing that you all are taken care of.” You never wanted the boys to take on any more stress than they were already dealing with. And you knew a clean home would help even if they didn’t want to admit it. 

He was quiet for a moment, his eyes made it obvious that he was thinking about something. The slight furrow to his brow is an easy giveaway. 

“Well, you’re more than welcome to stay for dinner and hang out if you want.” He said after a minute, slipping his hands into his pockets. 

“Oh? What are you guys having?” You asked, looking over to see if the head chef, Jay, was standing in the kitchen or not. He was, but he was just sitting at the table playing on his phone.

Jungwon chuckled uncomfortably as he rocked back on his heels, his hands still shoved into his pockets. “Uh, I don’t know yet.” 

You snorted and shook your head. They really wouldn’t make it without me huh? 

“Jay, do I need to go to the convenience store for anything?” You called out, turning at the waist and peeking over the back of the couch. 

Jay smiled and looked up from his phone to you. He thought for a moment before answering. “Yeah actually. I need some more vegetables. Coming with me?” 

You nodded, standing up from the couch. You definitely needed some fresh air after your mid-day nap. 

You quickly grabbed your cardigan and put on your shoes along with Jay before he followed you out the door. 

“Hey. Don’t forget.” He called out behind you, a mask in hand.

“Oh, thanks.” You responded, taking the black mask from him and looping the hoops over your ears. 

Jay put his mask on too, and pulled his hood over his head before leading the way to the store that you had stopped at last night to get snacks for Heeseung. 

The walk was quiet. Jay wasn’t much of a talker when it was just the two of you, but his presence was safe and comfortable. You could tell that he kept peeking behind his shoulder to make sure you were still caught up with him. You knew that if you needed something Jay would be there without question. You have always felt the safest with Jay, besides Jungwon of course. 

Once you got to the store, you helped him pick the vegetables, flipping them over in your hands to look for bruising and then you grabbed some soju for the boys to enjoy as well. You would always buy it for them because if they got caught buying soju on their own it could be a bit of a scandal. 

The walk back was quiet as well except for some idle chit-chat about the weather and the schedules they’d had today. Something about recording for their upcoming album and preparing for a world tour. You hated it when they went on tour, it definitely made things a lot lonelier, especially when Jungwon was in a different time zone and couldn’t text as much. 

When you got back to the dorm you helped Jay by prepping the vegetables as he cooked the meat for dinner. The smell of it cooking slowly brought the other boys out of their rooms. When Heeseung came out you couldn’t help but blush, he looked just as good as he had the night before. He smirked when he saw how red your face got but he left it at that. 

The boys gathered around the table and you popped open a bottle of soju for them. That quickly started the sound of laughing and bickering that you loved so much. 

Once you had finished up cooking and started to plate up the food you noticed that Sunghoon was missing. You turned to Jay who was washing the dishes he had just used and putting them away into the dishwasher. At least someone knows how to clean up after themselves, you thought. 

“Where is Sunghoon?” You asked him. 

“Oh, he’s at the dance studio. He had a solo schedule today so he missed out on dance practice after recording. So he’s there now.” He replied, drying his hands and then taking two plates from you over to the table. 

You frowned, looking down at the steaming bowl of japchae that you and Jay had just cooked. You didn’t love the idea of Sunghoon having to eat packaged snacks and ramen for dinner instead of a real meal. 

You started peeking around in the cabinets until you found what you were looking for - a bento box to put some of the japchae in. You spooned out a healthy portion and closed the box before putting it into a bag that you had gotten from the store. 

“I’m going to take dinner to Sunghoon, you guys can go ahead and eat!” You spoke up, grabbing the bag and quickly heading for the door before you met any resistance. 

Surprisingly, you were met with a chorus of nods and okay’s. The food must have been good enough for the guys to not try to come with you or give you a hard time about going by yourself. But that’s not shocking considering how good of a cook Jay is. 

After once again putting on your shoes and heading out the door you pulled out your phone to check the time. It was already getting kind of late but this meant that the company building should be relatively empty so you should be able to get in with ease. 

The walk to the company building was farther than to the convenience store or your apartment but it still wasn’t too bad. You could have taken the subway and gone one stop over but it probably would have taken you a similar amount of time and you enjoyed the cool evening air anyway. The hum of the city was peaceful for you. 

When you made it to the building you slipped in through the front door with ease. The security guard gave you a friendly smile having seen you enough that he knew that you weren’t a threat. Earlier in the day, the front desk workers or other staff would have been a lot more strict, likely shooing you off or giving you an unnecessarily hard time. But the night-time security guard was always willing to turn a blind eye to your presence and you appreciated him for that. 

When you got to the dance practice rooms, all of them had their lights turned off but one. You listened for a moment to the music as it leaked into the quiet hallway. You followed the sound and the light to the room and you slowly opened the door. Surely enough, Sunghoon was in here practicing by himself. You waited by the door as you watched Sunghoon dance, letting the door quietly click closed behind you. 

The song was slow and honestly a bit sensual. You couldn’t help but watch in awe as the former figure skater danced. His movements were smooth and clean, reminiscent of his time on the ice. 

When the music stopped, Sunghoon closed his eyes and ran his fingers through his hair. While some people may think he was frustrated you could tell he was just a bit tired. You took another step into the room before calling out to Sunghoon. 

“Hoon?” You called quietly, not wanting to startle him. 

He looked up in the mirror, a surprised look on his face when his eyes met yours in the reflection. 

“Y/n?” He said as he turned around and walked towards you, “What are you doing here?” 

He was damp with sweat, and you couldn’t help but let your eyes wander down his figure. He was wearing sweatpants and a tank top which was not something you often saw him wearing. He tended to be a bit more prude whenever you were in the house. His slender waist and toned arms were enunciated by the way his clothes stuck to him slightly and the shimmer of moisture on his skin. He raised an eyebrow when you didn’t respond right away, accidentally distracted by his looks. 

“Oh! I brought you dinner. We made japchae and I didn’t want you to be eating prepackaged snacks or ramen when we had good food at the dorm.” You explained, lifting the bag in your hand. 

Sunghoon smiled, his eyes turning into tiny crescents. “You didn’t have to y/n. But thank you.” 

“Of course!” You responded, leading the way over to the other side of the room as Sunghoon trailed behind you. There was a couch but you sat on the floor so that way you wouldn’t have to hold the bento box and could both just sit comfortably and eat with the floor as your table. 

“Are you staying to eat with me?” He asked as you sat down on the floor. 

“Is that okay? I packed enough for the two of us but if you’re really hungry I can just eat back at the dorm.” You replied as he sat down beside you. 

“No, please stay. I’d love your company.” Sunghoon smiled, his pointy canines greeting you. 

You pulled out the bento box, and to your surprise, there was still a bottle of soju in the bag. You swore you didn’t put that in there. 

Sunghoon's eyebrows quirked up in curiosity at the soju bottle. “Hmm.. trying to relive that night?” He said suddenly, his voice teasing. 

You felt your ears heat up at his question. What is he trying to insinuate? 

“I— I just, I think one of the boys put this in here.” You said, turning the bottle over a few times in your hand and dodging his question. Sunghoon took the bottle from you and took a peek at the flavor. 

“Strawberry.” He stated, twisting the cap open. “Wonder what it tastes like.” 

Sunghoon mumbled the second part and this confused you. Obviously the drink would taste like strawberry. Why would he ask something like that? It’s not like he’s never had strawberry flavored stuff before. 

You shook your head, brushing the thoughts away and dumbing it down to maybe you just misheard him. 

He took a drink of the soju, not even grimacing at the alcoholic aftertaste before he passed it over to you. He motioned for you to drink some too, before moving to open up the bento box and start eating. You hesitated, knowing that this was somewhat of an indirect kiss with him. Obviously you know this isn’t a big deal and a little bit silly to get flustered about, but you couldn’t help but think about what it would be like to actually kiss Sunghoon because of it. 

You took a drink of the soju too, the alcohol sending a slight burn down the back of your throat. It was good, sweet, and very easy to get down. 

“It’s sweet!” You said out loud, setting the bottle down in between the two of you. Sunghoon nodded in between bites and handed you a pair of chopsticks from the bag. You took them from him and quickly dug into the food in front of you. All that cleaning and cooking had worked up quite an appetite. 

“I bet you’re sweet too.” He said quietly, the look in his eyes unreadable, before he took another bite. 

You almost choked on your food, unable to interpret the meaning of his statement. You didn’t want to assume anything. He probably just meant my personality right? 

You didn’t know what to say back, so instead you both sat in a comfortable silence while you ate. Well, comfortable except for not being able to concentrate on anything except what Sunghoon had said and how good he looks right now. 

After a little bit, the soju was working its magic and easily heating up your system. It wasn’t too much, you were still perfectly in your right mind, it just helped relieve any awkwardness you might be feeling with the two of you being alone. Sunghoon’s cheeks were ever so slightly pink, but you weren't sure if it was from the soju or just from him having been dancing and hot. 

When you were both done eating, Sunghoon cleaned up the mess and threw it away in the trash can by the door. 

“There’s still like two more shots in here.” He said, motioning to the soju bottle that still sat on the floor as he came back from the trash can. 

“Let’s share then!” You replied, giving him a cute grin. Sunghoon looked at the bottle for a second, then back at you and you watched as a smirk appeared on his face. 

“Okay.” He said as he took one more sip from the bottle and then handed it to you. 

He watched you intently as you drank the last of the alcohol from the bottle. The way his eyes seemed to drink in the sight of you instead caused a slow tingle up your spine. 

When you put the bottle back down, Sunghoon was still staring at you and for a moment you couldn’t help but stare back. Time seemed to slow down as you admired his features. The way a few strands of black hair had fallen down onto his forehead brushing against his long eyelashes. The small constellation of moles on his cheek and the side of his nose, and the way his thick, well-defined eyebrows and chiseled jawline made him look so intense, in a good way of course.

“Sunghoon?” You asked quietly, his stare intimidating you a bit. “Is everything—,” Your question was abruptly cut off, swallowed by a surprised whimper when, as quick as lightning, Sunghoon was level with you and his lips were on yours. 

After a second, his lips parted from yours, and he pulled back slightly to gaze at your flushed face. The playful smirk remained etched on his features as he leaned in for another kiss.

He crawled forward, pushing your back into the bottom of the couch, causing you to fall back on your palms. 

Heat crept up your neck, staining your cheeks a deep crimson. It was almost as if he had plucked the desire to kiss him directly from your thoughts, leaving you breathless and yearning for more.

His hand reached up, tangled into the soft strands of your hair, and tugged causing you to gasp. Sunghoon took this opportunity to slide his tongue into your mouth. 

His sudden boldness caught you so off guard you couldn’t help but whine again, allowing his tongue to explore your mouth. You kissed him back, desire quickly sparking across your skin. 

But just as quickly as things had started, Sunghoon pulled away, leaving you a tiny bit desperate for more. You watched, a pang of disappointment washing over you as he leaned back, his tongue darting out to wet his lips. His smirk was now replaced by a look of smug satisfaction as if he knew the effect he had on you and reveled in it. 

“I told you, I wondered what it tastes like.” He replied nonchalantly before standing up. You looked up at him, your mouth slightly agape, still frozen in shock with your back up against the couch. 

“I’m going to do one more run-through of the song, you can watch and tell me what you think.” He said as he walked away from you and towards the speaker system across the room. 

What the fuck was that. You thought as you slowly picked yourself up off the ground and flopped onto the couch.

He meant, my lips? He wondered what my lips tasted like???? 

Your mind was racing, and your skin was hot. And a tiny part of you sulked, wondering why he had just stopped there and not kept going. 

Your thoughts were interrupted by the countdown before the song began, and you leaned back into the couch willing yourself to pay attention and focus instead of getting caught up on what had just happened. 

You watched Sunghoon in awe as he performed the song for you. At first, he just seemed to be in his own world, not focusing on anything but the dance. 

Brighter than the sun

That's just me

Monster, even if you call me

I don't even care

You begin to notice the lyrics of the song, and how for a moment when Sunghoon’s eyes catch yours in the mirror he looks a bit sad. You wonder why this song makes him seem like he’s thinking so much. There’s a short pause in the song before suddenly Sunghoon turns around and he faces you as he continues to dance. 

Dance for me forever

Look at me in the broken mirror

And tune it with the feet

This beautiful moment I don't stop

Woah, again, chaconne now

You were sure this wasn’t part of the choreography, especially with the way he was now staring you down. His eyes traveled up and down your body as you were sitting on the couch. 

His eyes?! 

Your breath hitched as you noticed Sunghoon's eyes, their usual dark brown replaced by a chilling crimson. The vibrant red held you captive, a mesmerizing shade of burgundy that seemed to shimmer with an otherworldly intensity. Despite the unsettling change in his eyes, the rest of Sunghoon's features remained unchanged. 

The melody of the song continued, weaving its way around you both. Each note resonated with the tension in the room, the rhythm mirroring the quickened pace of your own breathing. Fear mingled with curiosity, a potent cocktail of emotions that left you both frozen and fascinated.

Dance for mе, like you're drunk and fascinated by mе

I just wanna dance on, can't stop it

This is my world in the dark

Woah, again, chaconne now

The room suddenly spun around you as Sunghoon's strong arms lifted you effortlessly, his touch sending a shiver down your spine. In the blink of an eye, your back met the cool surface of the mirror. Sunghoon's body was a warm, solid presence against yours, caging you in gently but firmly. His breath ghosted across your ear, sending a tingle across the skin. 

The music thrummed through the air, a sensual backdrop to the moment's intimacy. The beat seemed to echo the rapid rhythm of your heart, pounding in your chest as Sunghoon's proximity ignited a fire within you. His closeness was intoxicating, the scent of his cologne mingling with the warmth of his skin, making you dizzy with desire. 

“Honestly Y/n… your lips make me wonder what the rest of you would taste like.” He whispered. 

“I– Sunghoon..,” was all you could manage before he started to kiss along your jawbone and down your neck. His kisses were soft, followed by a quick press of his teeth to your skin before he let out a low groan of desperation. He pulled back to look at you once more. 

“Am I overstepping?” He asked, a bit of worry in his crimson eyes. His jaw clenched as if he was holding back from devouring you all at once. 

“N-no. You’re not. I'm just surprised. I mean, I guess I'm not that surprised since Jungwon told me you all liked me but still.” You responded, placing a reassuring hand on his chest. 

“I'm surprised too, but more so that you haven’t figured out what I am yet.” He said, planting another quick kiss on your neck before leaning back again to look at you. “And, I think it’s important that you know before we continue.” 

You were quiet for a moment, all you felt like you had to go on was that he was particularly fast and his eyes were red. 

“I’m not sure.” You replied, a little embarrassed as you tried to flip through your memories of him but nothing stood out. 

Sunghoon gripped your waist and flipped you around pressing you forward into the mirror. You braced your hands against it, letting out a noise of surprise as the cool surface touched your chest. 

His body was flush against you and your mind raced back and forth between his beautiful red eyes and the way they seemed to hold you captive and the way you could feel he was turned on against you. 

“Let’s think about it shall we?” He said, breath hot against your neck and ear. “I’m faster than the average person, and my eyes are red. When’s the last time you’ve seen me outside in a short-sleeved t-shirt?” 

You quickly dug through this information trying to piece it together before realization hit you like a truck. 

Vampire?!

You looked up only to see him smiling in the mirror, his sharp canines making another appearance. 

Of course. His cute little fangs! How did I not guess sooner? 

“You’re a vampire?” You whispered, a bit surprised, a chill washing over you. 

“Good job princess,” Sunghoon replied, placing another kiss against your neck, your pulse seeming to draw him in. 

The pet name sends a shock wave directly to your abdomen. 

“So, what do you say?” Sunghoon asks with a smirk, his voice laced with need. “Will you let me taste you?” 

Your mind is fogged by lust, making it hard to process exactly what he’s saying. You don’t know much about vampires besides what movies and books have written. How do you know what is true? If he bites you will you turn into a vampire? Will he be able to stop? But again, Jungwon promised none of them would ever hurt you and you really just wanted to feel his lips on yours again. Logic and desire raged war in your mind, but ultimately you decided to trust your best friend's word and let your body lead. 

“Y-yes.” you answer him, your voice quiet, “Please.” 

Sunghoon groans again, hearing you say please. “It will only hurt for a second.” He whispers before reaching around you, grabbing your chin, and tilting your neck to one side to give him better access. 

Your heart starts to pound against your chest, adrenaline soaring through your veins. Your brain is like an alarm system as it warns you of danger yet your feet are traderious against it and keep you firmly planted in place. Fight or flight begs you to run but yet curiosity wins out. 

Sunghoon places one last kiss against your neck and wraps his other arm around your waist, pulling you flush against him. He looks into your eyes in the reflection and bares his teeth against your skin. The sight is incredibly arousing. Then he slowly bites down into the sensitive skin of your neck. You clench your fists and let out a pained whimper as his sharp canines tear through your skin. He squeezes you tight as if you reassure you as he pushes his teeth down. It does hurt, and for a moment you feel dizzy and lightheaded before the pain gives way to pleasure. You can feel Sunghoon sucking against your skin, his eyes closed as he indulges himself. You can’t help but moan as the feeling becomes hot and sends pulsing heat through your body straight to your core. You can feel Sunghoon smile as he continues to suck at your skin. He knows all too well what the effect of his bite is having on your body. You tremble in his tight grip as he drinks, a mix of the adrenaline and overwhelming desire setting your nerves alight. After another moment, he pulls away, you watch him in awe as blood trickles from the corner of his mouth. A thin line of blood seeps from the open wound on your neck. You only worry about that for a second before Sunghoon flips you back around. 

“Taste it.” He urges before abruptly kissing you again. His tongue finds its way into your mouth with ease. You tense up expecting to be grossed out by the coppery metal taste, but instead, you are surprised by a sweet aftertaste. Your blood tastes so good that you wonder briefly if drinking someone else's blood is even better. 

“I knew it would be sweet,” He purrs pressing his forehead against yours, seemingly overcome with ecstasy from drinking your blood. 

You lick your own lips, getting the last of the blood taste off of them. Then you reach your arms around the taller boy's neck, pulling him back down into a heated kiss. Sunghoon gives you control and allows you to lick into his mouth, your tongues clashing but not in a fight for dominance, but simply because neither of you can get enough of each other. 

You find yourself chasing after the sweet taste in his mouth, your mind hazing over with lust and desire. Sunghoon reaches behind your legs, lifting you before walking you over to the couch and setting you down, but your lips never leave one another. 

Sunghoon places a knee between your legs as he leans over you, your mouths still attached in a fury of kisses. You feel him shift to pull your cardigan from your shoulders, exposing your skin to the cool air of the dance studio. You unwrap your arms from his neck to let the cardigan fall off you and Sunghoon pulls it from behind you to place it to the side. 

“You know Princess,” Sunghoon says between kisses, “I could always get you off, right here, right now.” 

You can’t help but whine, the idea of him pleasuring you going straight to your core. You pull away from him and he can see the concern in your eyes. 

“But, the door. What if we get caught?” You reply, despite your overwhelming desire to have him, you don’t want to risk getting him in trouble. 

He just chuckles in response, disappearing only for a second to lock the door. 

Since when do these doors even have locks? 

Then in a matter of seconds, he’s by his phone and the speakers, putting the song on repeat before he’s right back in front of you. 

“There. Nobody can come in now, but they wouldn’t anyway with the music and lights on.” He gives you a reassuring smile. 

Sunghoon kisses your head before he moved down to kneel in front of you. 

“What are you–,” you start to say, trying to close your legs out of habit, but he places a firm hand on your thighs keeping them from closing. 

“I can't wait any longer,” He says before you can finish, “Let me taste more of you.” 

His fingers are sneaking their way up your thighs to the waistband of your leggings. You look down at Sunghoon and you can't help but blush at the way he’s looking at you with a feverish desperation to please. 

You lift your hips from the couch, allowing his slender fingers to pull your leggings down and he helps you out of them. Then he leans up and pulls your legs forward to the edge of the couch. You watch as he licks his lips and leans in to kiss along the inside of your thighs. You spread them apart for him, the alcohol in your system helping you push past the barrier of shyness. He moves up your legs slowly leaving hot kisses in his wake before he looks up at you through thick eyelashes and kisses against your panties. 

You moan, the image in front of you is erotic and only helps fuel your desire to let him please you. He licks against the fabric, causing a shock to race through your body. 

God, fuck. 

Your mind is racing with need, still high from being bitten by him. He kisses and licks a few times through the damp fabric before he slowly slips it to the side. He looks up at you once again giving you the chance to change your mind, before he leans in and licks a stripe from your heat all the way to your clit. 

You gasp, reaching to thread your fingers into his hair. He lets out a noise of contentment as your fingers tug gently against his scalp. Then he is circling his tongue around your clit, pulling whines and whimpers from your mouth with expertise. His hands come up to pull you closer by the back of your hips and you lift your legs to put them over his shoulders giving him better access to you. 

“Sunghoon, fuck,” you moan, as his tongue slides up and down your heat, and it seems like he's never had a meal in his life even though you just had dinner together. 

He continues to eat you out, tongue working like you’ve never felt before as he teases you closer and closer to coming undone. After a few minutes of this, one of his hands releases from behind you and you feel his fingers dragging up and down your slick as he sucks on your clit. He easily slides two fingers into you, and you drop your head back with a moan as his slender fingers pump slowly inside you. You can feel him smirk as he quickens the pace of his fingers before curling them against your walls. He quickly finds the spot he was searching for and his fingers work against it. 

“Oh– Hoon,” is all you can manage to get out as he begins to relentlessly hit that spot over and over again, his tongue still working slow circles on your clit. You can feel your abdomen tightening and you know you won't be able to last long like this. The feeling is overwhelming with the inclusion of his fingers. 

“I’m close…” you whisper out, a little bit embarrassed by how quickly he is going to get you to cum. Sunghoon only responds by speeding up his tongue. Your body begins to tremble as your release quickly approaches and you fist your fingers into his hair and push him deeper against you. He lets out a noise that sounds almost like a growl against your skin and the vibration sends you over the edge. 

You cum hard, your whole body shaking against Sunghoon’s mouth and fingers as he pushes you through your orgasm. You bite your lip to keep quiet despite the music being relatively loud.

After a minute, Sunghoon finally pulls away from you, his hair now messy. You watch him as he licks his lips and then wipes his mouth off on his arm.

“As I expected,” he muses, “you taste just as sweet here too.” 

“Stop it,” you whine, pushing his shoulder. His words make you shy. 

As you come down from your high, Sunghoon stands up and you can’t help but notice his length straining against his pants. This image sends another shock of lust and desire through your body. 

You slide off the couch onto your knees in front of him and you wrap your fingers around his waistband. 

“Let me help you with this.” You say, looking up at him with big eyes. 

“Whatever you want Princess.” He replies with a smile, reaching down to brush your hair back from your face. 

Honestly, you just want him to fuck you. But it's only fair to return the favor considering the way he just made you see stars the way no one else has before.

You pull the waistband of his pants and his boxers down in one swift movement and his cock springs free, slapping against the skin of his stomach. He grimaces at the sudden cold air against his skin. 

Sunghoon’s cock is slender but decent in length with a pretty pink tip. It’s truthfully as beautiful as he is. You can’t help but admire him. 

You grab his length gently before licking the tip and then quickly taking it into your mouth. 

“Fuck,” Sunghoon curses above you as he jolts unexpectedly into you causing you to almost gag. You don’t tease him knowing that he's already been waiting long enough for some attention and you slowly bob your mouth up and down his length. 

Sunghoon rests a hand in your hair as you take him in and out of your mouth. You use your hands to cover what you can’t reach with your mouth. 

“You’re so pretty like this.” Sunghoon praises you from above. His red eyes watch you closely as you sink down on his length. You whine around his cock at the praise and you sink further down. 

Sunghoon groans above you, his fingering tightening in your hair as he shallowly starts to thrust into your mouth. 

You look up at him as he does this, tears brimming your eyes as he thrusts further and further into your mouth. He continues like this for a minute, slowly fucking your mouth with his hand fisted in your hair before he pulls himself out of your mouth. 

“Come here.” He demands, turning around and pulls off his bottoms and his tank top before sitting on the couch. 

You can’t help but stare at Sunghoon now sitting naked in front of you, his hard length leaking precum as he pumps it a few times with one hand. 

This feels a bit unfair. You think, considering the fact that you still have your tank top and panties on. So you decide to slowly pull off your tank top, teasing Sunghoon with a little show. 

“Mmmm… princess.” Sunghoon coos, admiring your figure as you pull the tank top off of your breasts and over your head. You blush at the tone of his voice and the way his hungry eyes watch you carefully. Then you step out of your panties, letting him see you fully before approaching him. 

He reaches a hand out to you and when you take it he pulls you down into his lap, his other hand coming over to grasp the back of your neck and lead into another feverish make out session. 

His cock slides against your heat as you’re sitting in his lap, legs straddling him. 

Sunghoon breaks away from kissing your lips to kiss down your collarbones and towards your breasts. He starts to suck pretty bruises into your skin along that same path. 

“Hoon—,” you whine, the hickeys hurting and bringing small sparks of pleasure at the same time. “Want you.” 

“Take what you want then princess,” he purrs, “I’m all yours.”

His words overwhelm you, the implication of them too much to process when you’re consumed by lust. You wanted nothing more than for him to be inside you. 

You lean back a bit, reaching between your bodies to grasp his length. You lift yourself before slowly sinking down onto his cock. Your mouth falls open in a quiet moan as you let his cock fill you up. 

Sunghoon grasps your hips, his fingers pressing into your skin tightly as he feels your warmth surrounding his length. 

“Fuck—,” he curses, his eyes seemingly darker and hungry. 

His cock slides in and out of you easily, already wet from spit and your cum as you slowly lift up and down on his length. You brace yourself on his shoulders as you pick up your pace and Sunghoon supports you by holding tightly onto your hips. 

“Such a good girl,” He praises as you fuck yourself on his cock. “I didn’t know you wanted me this badly.” 

“Want.. all of you,” you reply, the second part a bit quieter. 

“Mmm, I know princess, and we all want you too.” He responds, leaning down to kiss your neck again, his tongue licking against where he had bitten you earlier. 

You moan, the feeling of his tongue on the sensitive spot causes a tightening in your stomach. You pick up your pace, riding his cock as quickly as your body would allow. 

This continues for a few minutes before Sunghoon suddenly tilts over and lays back on the couch like you would on a bed. The couch is cramped but big enough for you to have space for both knees on either side of him. You’re still straddling him but this position allows you to lean forward over him, so you do. You start to kiss his neck, leading Sunghoon to moan back into your ear. Who knew his neck was just as sensitive as yours? 

Sunghoon reaches back and grabs your ass, pushing you forward against him before he takes over and starts fucking into you. 

The feeling is incredible, the pace so much faster and harder since Sunghoon has taken control. Your legs shake at the pleasure, his cock perfectly hitting that sensitive spot again and again. 

“I’m going to make you cum so hard princess,” He pants out between breaths, his breath hot against your ear. 

“Please, please,” you whine, every thrust heating your body. The desire to come undone again taking over you. 

You feel Sunghoon’s teeth against your skin again, right where he had bitten you before. Hesitation only crosses your mind for a moment. You know how good it will feel after the pain is gone. Surely enough, Sunghoon’s teeth bare down into your skin once more. 

You cry out in pain, it hurts more this time since the place is already sensitive from the first time, but when Sunghoon starts to suck on the open wound the pain is quickly overridden by pure ecstasy. Sunghoon’s pace quickens and you’re so overwhelmed by pleasure that the world seems to spin around you. 

“Hoon, please–,” you gasp, his thrusts bringing moan after moan out of you. He doesn't respond, he’s too busy indulging himself, but you know he’s encouraging you by the way he maintains a quick and harsh pace. You’ve never cum without clitoral stimulation, but you’re about to from his bite and him hitting your gspot over and over again. 

You cry out when you tip over the edge, and Sunghoon sucks extra hard against his bite. Your body shakes and you’re cumming so hard that your vision starts to darken at the edges. Sunghoon fucks you through it, his thrusts becoming unsteady as you tighten around him. He groans, a string of praises coming from his mouth against your ear as he chases his orgasm. He pulls out when he cums, shooting white strings against your ass.

You nuzzle against his face, and he pets the back of your head. 

“Good girl princess,” he praises you, kissing you over and over again. You smile, a safe warmth taking over your body. Your eyes get heavy, and you feel lightheaded. 

“What do you mean she passed out Sunghoon?” you heard Jay’s voice. 

“I may have gotten a little carried away,” Sunghoon responded sheepishly. 

“You bit her?!” Jay asked, his voice raised. 

“Shh! Keep it down.” Sunghoon replied, his voice sharp. 

You started to wake up feeling a bit weak and disoriented. You felt your body being placed down on what you can only assume was the same couch you had fallen asleep on earlier. 

“She’ll be fine,” Sunghoon spoke up again. “I promise I took good care of her.” 

“If Jungwon finds out about this, you’re so dead Sunghoon,” Jay replied and you could hear him pacing around the room in front of you. 

You slowly open your eyes, and you can see Sunghoon standing above you, his arms crossed and Jay still pacing his fingers running through his hair. The latter seemed stressed about the circumstances. But you were fine, just tired. 

“Jay? Hoon?” you called out quietly. “I’m okay.” 

Jay turned around quickly and rushed over to you, kneeling beside the couch. 

“Thank god,” Jay replied, placing a hand on your forehead to see if you were too warm. “You should stay the night here y/n. You’re too weak to go home, it wouldn’t be safe.” 

You nodded in response, too tired to go home anyway. You looked at Sunghoon who was looking down at you smiling sweetly and you couldn’t help but smile back. He had made you feel so incredibly good. 

“What is going on?” you hear from across the room. It was Jungwon. You hear Jay curse above you, but it is so quiet that you’re confident that you were the only one who heard him. 

“Oh Jungwon,” Sunghoon replied, “Y/n wasn’t feeling well after eating so she’s going to stay the night here.” 

You didn’t understand why exactly Sunghoon was lying, but you didn’t have enough energy to speak up about it. 

Jay stood up as Jungwon came over, when he appeared in your view you smiled at him. He looked concerned, worried even. But as he looked over you, you watched as his eyes flicked to anger. 

“Get out.” He said suddenly, his eye contact never breaking from you. 

“Jungwon it’s fine, she’s—,” Jay spoke up, stepping forward, trying to reassure the younger boy. 

“I said GET OUT.” Jungwon interrupted him, voice tense and loud, and the lights in the room flickered. 

Jay cursed again and grabbed Sunghoon by the arm dragging him out of the room. 

The energy in the room was thick and you began to shiver a bit, suddenly a bit cold. 

Jungwon kneeled beside you, his eyebrows furrowed as he looked over you. His eyes caught on what you thought was your chest, but when you looked down you saw a stain of blood down your skin and onto your tank top. 

“Are you okay?” Jungwon spoke, his voice now tender as he continued to look over you. 

“I’m okay, Won, j-just tired and c-cold.” your voice shaking from shivering. 

Jungwon nods, his jaw clenching as he thinks. 

“I want you to sleep with me tonight,” he says suddenly. 

“Oh,” you stutter again, his request catching you off guard, “It’s okay, I’m j-just cold, I can sleep on the couch!” 

“No. I want you to sleep with me, it's… safer,” he replies, hesitating on the last part. 

“Jungwon? Y/n?” Another voice echos through the room and then suddenly Ni-ki comes into view. The younger boy looks over you and his eyebrows furrow the same way Jungwon’s did. 

Jungwon turns to the younger boy and whispers in his ear. Ni-ki nods and leans over to you. His arms easily slide up underneath you and pick you up. 

You’re shocked by the younger boy's strength but you don’t resist, still feeling disoriented and dizzy. Ni-ki takes you to the bathroom and sits you down on the countertop. 

“I’m just going to help clean you up.” He says quietly, walking over to the cabinet to get a washcloth and then running under warm water at the sink.

You can’t help but blush as the younger boy dabs the washcloth on your skin wiping away the dried blood. You’ve never been alone with Ni-ki and you’ve never been this close to him in a situation like this. He’s attractive as hell just like the rest of the boys and you find yourself admiring him up close. 

“Does it hurt?” Ni-ki interrupts your thoughts as he wipes closer to the actual bite. 

“Not really, just sore,” you respond, tilting your neck a bit to give him a better angle. 

Ni-ki stops wiping for a second and then he abruptly looks up, his dark eyes staring into yours. You feel your skin heat up at his intensity. 

“Y/n,” he starts, “Tell me if one of them ever gets too rough. Or if they hurt you…,” There’s a pause in his sentence as if he is thinking about whether or not he should be saying what he's saying before he continues, “I will protect you, y/n.” 

Ni-ki continues to wipe away the crusted blood, being incredibly gentle where Sunghoon bit you. You’re speechless at his comment, but you feel the passion behind his words so you nod. 

After a minute Jungwon comes in with some clothes of his. “Let’s get you into these okay? I’ll wash the clothes you’re wearing.” He says as he places his clothes next to you on the counter. 

“Do you need help?” Ni-ki asks, helping you down from the countertop. Your legs shake beneath you, but you hesitate, being way too shy to get undressed in front of the two younger boys. Ni-ki notices your hesitation and speaks again before you can respond.  “I’ll close my eyes, promise.” 

“I’ll wait for you in my room,” Jungwon replies, closing the door behind him and leaving you and Ni-ki alone. 

Ni-ki closes his eyes and holds out his hands for you to use him to balance. You slowly take off your dirty clothes, face warming up in shyness when you're exposed in front of the younger boy, but he keeps his eyes closed. 

You eye him carefully as you remove your panties, but he still keeps his eyes closed honoring his promise. That is until you get a little too distracted and stumble while trying to put on Jungwon’s sweatpants. 

Ni-ki moves quickly, his eyes shooting open as he catches you against his chest. You’re now face to face, his eyes staring deeply into yours as he keeps you standing upright. His hands are firmly on your waist as he keeps eye contact. Your faces are inches away, if anyone walked in they’d think you were about to kiss. 

He chuckles. “You’re cute when you’re blushing.” He releases his grip and closes his eyes again. 

You mumble out a shy thank you before pulling Jungwon’s sweatpants the rest of the way up. You give Ni-ki the okay to open his eyes and the younger boy helps you to Jungwon’s room. 

When you enter the room, Jungwon is in pajamas. He gets up and takes over for Ni-ki and helps you into his bed. 

Ni-ki smiles and says goodnight before closing the door behind him leaving you and Jungwon alone in his room. 

You sink into Jungwon’s bed, and the smell of your best friend on the sheets sends that warm comfortable feeling over you again. Jungwon lays beside you and he sighs. You look over at him and the tension is still in his jaw and eyebrows. You pull Jungwon’s arm up and roll over into his chest and you lay your head on his chest and listen to his heartbeat. 

“I’m okay, Won,” you whisper out, letting your free arm drape over his stomach. 

He relaxes underneath you, wraps his arms around you, and holds you tightly. You start to doze feeling warm and safe in your best friend's arms. 

“Don’t scare me like that again y/n,” He says quietly above you when he thinks you’ve drifted off to sleep, “I couldn’t handle it if I lost you.” 

You couldn’t understand why Jungwon was so worked up about this situation or why he was so angry at Sunghoon and Jay. Sure, you were a little sore and exhausted but otherwise you were fine. But right now you didn’t have the energy to worry about it and decided you’ll confront him about it later. 

You smile as sleep takes you captive. Today had been so good. You felt so loved and so taken care of. You couldn’t think about Sunghoon for too long otherwise you’d get worked up again so instead you let the love and compassion from your best friend fill your mind as you fell asleep to the sound of his heartbeat. You hoped tomorrow would be even better than today. 

☾ authors note: Thank you for reading and being so patient with me! This chapter turned out to be a bit more graphic than I originally anticipated but its still quite tame compared to the later monsters in this series! I look forward to sharing the rest with you!

Chapter One

Chapter Three

It had been a few weeks since the night you got drunk and Jungwon told you everything. Jungwon had still tried to avoid the conversation when he could so you didn’t get much more information out of him. However, as you predicted, nothing had changed. Even with the confession, all of the boys continued to act the same. Sure maybe a little more handsy or flirty than before but nothing crazy. 

It was late in the evening, you had just gotten out of the shower, the steam clinging to your skin as you reached for your phone. A notification lit up the screen, and your heart skipped a beat as you saw the sender's name: Heeseung.

Hey, are you awake?

You cocked an eyebrow, intrigued. It was unusual for Heeseung to text you in the evening like this. He was usually busy with practice or working on new music.

I’m awake. You okay? 

As you waited for his response, you dried your hair, a towel wrapped around your head. Your mind raced, contemplating why he would be texting you like this suddenly and at this hour.

A moment later, your phone buzzed again.

Can you come to the studio? 

A slight pang of nervousness hit you. Heeseung didn’t answer you if he was okay and normally his messages weren’t so short. Your hair was dry enough so you quickly changed into a tank top with a cardigan and leggings. 

I’m on the way. 

You texted him back, a sense of urgency hitting you as you left your house and locked the door behind you. The walk was only about 10 minutes and you quickly stopped by the convenience store to get some snacks and coffee for Heeseung. You knew he would appreciate the gesture, as he often spent long nights in the studio working on his music.

Once you got to the building you rang the doorbell and Heeseung buzzed you in. You headed to the elevator and quickly hit the close door button behind you. As you waited for the elevator to arrive on the right floor you thought briefly about how you could cheer Heeseung up if he was having a hard time. Maybe these snacks would help. 

You headed down the hallway to the studio door and when you knocked Heeseung let you in. 

“Hey!” You said a little bit out of breath from your walk and carrying things. When you sat down on the little couch you noticed that Heeseung was alone in the studio. “Where is everyone? Is everything okay Heeseung?” You asked concern in your voice was evident.

“Yeah, I’m okay. I just wanted you to hear something I was working on before I showed it to the rest of the guys.” He responded, closing the door behind you. 

“Oh!” You nodded before giving him a sweet smile. “It must be something important to you. I’d be honored.” 

He smiled back. His eyes trailed to the bags you brought with you. “What’s this?” He questioned. 

“I brought you some coffee and snacks. I was honestly a little worried Hee, you don’t typically text me this late at night.” You responded, pulling the snacks and a canned coffee drink out of the bag. 

The studio was a bit cramped. A small couch, a desk that held the music mixing equipment and Heeseung’s computer, a swivel chair, and then the mixing booth. Heeseung sat on the swivel chair in front of you. He took the coffee drink, popped the tab with one hand, and took a sip. 

“I’m just fine. Better now that you're here though.” He said. When you met his eyes he was eyeing you up and down before he took another sip. 

You couldn’t help but blush as his eyes trailed down your body. Your tank top was exposing your chest more than normal but you had just grabbed something that wouldn’t stick to your damp post-shower body. 

Heeseung stood up and pulled a lighter out of his desk before using it to light a few candles around the studio. Heeseung preferred it to be dark when he sang or was working on writing something. You remember he had mentioned before that he didn’t care for artificial light either which is why he opted for candles instead. 

“I hope you like it, I wrote it with someone I like in mind,” Heeseung said, a smirk on his face even though he wasn’t looking at you. 

“I don’t think you’ve ever shown me something I don’t like Heeseung.” You complimented him in response. Then you sat back on the couch getting more comfortable while Heeseung went into the booth and put on his headphones. You assumed his comment wasn’t about you. He started the music and your ears were met with a slow sensual beat. You closed your eyes and listened as Heeseung sang. 

My body is burning up because of you

My heart thirsts because of you

Like a fever, fever, fever, fever

His voice was so beautiful that it seeped into your ears like warm honey. The smell from the candles only heightened your senses as you listened. The smell was something like cedar, a comforting woody smell but with a hint of cinnamon. It was a nice smell. You wished that you could smell this sort of scent all the time. 

I want to embracе you

I want to embrace you

Push me away but my firе still burns

Turn to ash but the flame still rises

You opened your eyes to find that Heeseung was looking right at you as if he was singing to you. You blushed, not realizing he had been watching you. A second after your eyes met his you felt your head spin. You leaned forward and clutched onto the couch to help stabilize yourself. You weren’t the type to suddenly get dizzy like this. Maybe the smell from the candles was getting to you. Heeseung continued to sing, the melodic tune washing over you. He was still watching you but he didn’t seem concerned. 

Like a fever, fever, fever

I want to ache for you

I want to ache for you

Your body started feeling hot and tingly. You were worried you were getting sick suddenly, but you didn’t feel bad per se, just a burning sensation against your skin and a bit dizzy. If it wasn’t so sudden you argue that it felt kind of nice in a way. You lifted your head back up, and everything seemed to be moving a little bit slower than before. You looked back to Heeseung, he was still looking at you, watching you. 

Don't stop 

Yes, all day, all day burn me

Please stop 

My sun, stop baby, oh baby

I beg you, do something, anything

His voice was like fire in your veins, every note he sang you felt like an electric pulse through your body. You felt an overwhelming feeling of desire, a craving for touch and closeness. You pulled off your cardigan, the heat becoming too much for you to handle. 

You didn’t notice when Heeseung had stopped singing and exited the booth. You were still trying to understand why you suddenly felt so weird. He sat beside you and gently patted your head. His hand coming down to rest on the back of your neck. 

“It’s okay, you’ll get used to it soon.” He said, once again glancing over your more exposed skin. “It’s not too much is it darling?” he asked looking at the goosebumps raised on your arms. 

“Heeseung– what– what did you do?” you asked, head still spinning. The sudden pet name almost manages to go over your head. You wanted him to be closer, touching you, anything to help ground you. You grabbed onto his sleeve hoping it would help the feeling. 

“I know Jungwon told you about us. But I noticed that nobody has had the guts to make a move on you yet. Unsurprising really.” He replied, insinuating that the other boys were weak or scared. “This is… just part of who I am. But you're okay, don’t be afraid.” 

“You drugged me?” you asked, feeling even hotter now. That was the only thing that made sense in this situation. Or did it? How could he have possibly drugged you when all he did was light candles and sing to you?

Heeseung laughed before he placed a hand on your chin and pulled your face up to look at him. “I would never do that pretty girl. Don’t you remember what I said? I told you not to worry and that none of us would ever hurt you.” He reassured you, the corner of his mouth lifting into a smirk. 

That voice you had heard in your head at first the other night had been him. Now you felt crazy. A little scared and surprised by the way you couldn’t but help want Heeseung to kiss you. He was so close and you wanted more. 

“Come here, you can sit in my lap until I'm done working on this.” He spoke up, obviously aware that you didn’t want to let him go considering you still had a death grip on his sleeve. The older boy pulled your arm gently to get you to let him go before he grabbed both your hands and helped you onto your feet. Your knees threatened to buckle below you as you followed him to the chair.

This wasn’t something you normally would ever do. Of course, you found Heeseung handsome but he was always so calm and mature. You never dared hit on him because all his flirting seemed like just something he’d say to make someone feel good. You were sure he had someone he was seeing or that he wasn’t interested in you. But then again you felt that way about all the boys before Jungwon’s confession. Why would they be interested in you when they could have any girl they wanted? 

Heeseung guided you to the chair with care before he sat down. At first, you went to sit in his lap with your back pressed against his chest but he stopped you. 

“Turn around.” He said, gently turning you by the waist. His tone was somehow soft but firm at the same time. You knew he wouldn’t tolerate any pushback you gave him, so you obliged his demand. Then he guided you to staddle him and sit in his lap. You wrapped your arms around his neck and adjusted your hips which resulted in a quiet grunt from the older boy. You couldn’t help but press your face into the crook of his neck. Normally you wouldn’t be this bold but you just wanted to be touching him. The smell of his cologne only fueled the heat you felt as you breathed against his neck.  

After a minute of listening to Heeseung clicking on his keyboard, he instead opted for filling the room with the sound of his humming. The vibrations against your face and the sound so much closer to you made you want more of him. Why was his singing making you feel this way? 

You felt worked up, and hot. You just wanted him to touch you. It was almost subconscious when you made the slightest shift against Heeseungs hips.

He responded with a quiet “mmm.”, not giving you the response you had hoped for. 

You pressed your lips against his neck, giving him a few small kisses. Maybe that would get him to react.

Again, there was almost no response from the older boy. Instead, he just continued to hum. 

Your pussy was starting to throb. This whole thing confused you. You didn’t understand why you were so ungodly horny. You didn’t understand why your body was reacting this way. You sat there, contemplating between letting the feeling overtake you or maintaining the image Heeseung had always seen you as. At most, the boys had only ever seen you making out with a guy or in your bathing suit, besides the other night, nothing of this level of intimacy had happened between any of you. You were sure they saw you as a bit modest and shy, which wasn't necessarily true, but that's all you ever showed them.

You pushed your forehead into Heeseung’s collarbone in defeat before using your hips to grind into him. 

“Oh, what’s this?” Heeseung teased as he stopped typing and placed his hand on the small of your back, his thumb rubbing small circles on your skin where your tank top had risen on its own. 

You huffed a bit. You were desperate for him to do something at this point, but he wasn’t giving you anything. But you were too stubborn to blatantly give up your still somewhat respectable appearance. You did the same action again, except this time, you could feel that he was getting hard underneath you. 

“Darling, I’m not done yet.” he cooed, trying to act like your actions weren’t getting to him. 

You couldn’t help but let out the smallest little whine. You felt him smile, probably a cocky one. Nonetheless, he continued with his humming and typing while you continued slowly grinding against him. His cock twitched in his sweatpants begging for more friction. You obliged, tightening your arms around his shoulders to get more leverage as you pushed harder against him. 

This earned you another quiet grunt, followed by the sound of Heeseung’s laptop being shut suddenly. The noise caused you to jump. 

“You’re lucky y/n,” he said, his voice much darker than before. “You’re lucky that I'm going to go easy on you since I’m the first.” 

You felt his hand slide up your back and his fingers tangle into your hair before he tugged your head back suddenly. You squeaked, not expecting the sudden action nor the pain tingling across your scalp. 

He looked over your face. It was red, flushed with desire. Your eyes were glossy and round, begging him for more. Mouth slightly parted as you processed his actions. He smirked. 

“Look at you, so pretty and desperate for me already” Heeseung whispered, leaning into your ear “I should make you ride me right here like this.” 

His hot breath tickled against you and sent shivers down your spine. His sudden change in demeanor was intoxicating and his words made you only want more. 

Instead, Heeseung reached both hands under your ass and lifted you and himself from the chair before moving you to the couch. You clung onto him, not wanting to lose the feeling of his body against yours. He kept you on his lap, but this was more comfortable for the both of you than the swivel chair. 

You looked at him, he too looked a little bit flushed and needy, not that he would admit that. 

He reached up to grab the nape of your neck, and he finally gave you the attention you had wanted. He pulled you to him and kissed you. His kiss was much harder than the kiss at the party but it was still slow and drawn out. He kissed you passionately like he was savoring every single movement. 

His hands found your lower back again but slowly started to push up the fabric. Then they roamed over your sides leaving trails of tingling heat behind them. The kiss deepened as Heeseung’s tongue licked its way into your mouth and you started to rut against him again. 

“Fuck,’ He cursed as your clothed pussy rubbed against him. You could tell he was holding back because of the way his fingers pressed deeply into your sides, almost as if he was trying to ground himself. 

You pulled away from him, briefly taking over the lead to reach your fingers under the hem of his shirt and pull it off. You looked over him, his muscles and toned body surprising you. You hadn’t expected his body to be so nice. 

“Your turn.” He said after giving you a second to look him over. He lifted your shirt slowly over your head, keeping eye contact with you the entire time until he threw your shirt onto the floor.

Then his hands roamed the softness of your exposed body fingers gliding over your sides and under your breasts. He pulled you back down into the kiss before slowly kissing along your jawline and onto your neck. He sucked and bit on your neck not hard enough to leave any lasting marks but enough to elicit quiet whimpers from you. You ran your fingers through his hair earning a hum of satisfaction. As he continued to kiss your neck, you felt his hand travel up your back until it reached your bra, and in one smooth motion, he unclasped it. 

Heeseung pulled back from you, still maintaining eye contact with you. “Can I see you, darling?” He asked, not wanting to do anything that you were uncomfortable with. 

You nodded and let the bra fall off your shoulders and into your lap exposing your breasts. Your nipples hardened quickly at the change in temperature earning a smirk from the older boy who was already admiring you. 

“Wow y/n, you’re beautiful.” He whispered, reaching out to knead the soft mounds in his hands. You blushed, suddenly feeling shy and exposed. 

“Such a pretty girl.” He continued with his compliments, now taking your nipples in between his fingers. He played with them for a minute, rubbing them and pinching them causing you to shiver at the feeling. 

He looked over your features once more, and seeing that you maybe felt a little shy or nervous he started to hum again. This time humming quietly while he leaned down to suck on your nipples. The vibrations and the sound cause that dizzying hot feeling to overtake you again. He continued like this for a minute, swapping between his fingers and his mouth before he gently pushed you over to where you were lying back on the couch. 

You watched him as he stood up and pulled down his pants. Leaving him in just his underwear. His cock was hard and his underwear was wet where he had already begun to leak. He didn’t seem embarrassed by this and it only made you more aroused, knowing that he was just as worked up as you were. 

“Please.” The words came out of your mouth before you could stop them. 

“Hmm? Please what darling?” Heeseung replied, leaning down over you and reaching his fingers into the band of your leggings. He kissed down your stomach as he slowly pulled your leggings down. He continued to hum between the kisses, the humming keeping you intoxicated and warm. 

He pulled your leggings off, leaving you exposed except for your panties. You were so hot, but also the tiniest bit cold since his body wasn’t touching yours anymore.

“Have you figured it out yet?” Heeseung asked, stepping away from you momentarily to the other side of the room. 

You couldn’t see where he had gone since he had disappeared behind your line of sight. 

You weren’t sure exactly what he was asking, your mind consumed with just wanting him to fuck you already. “Hee,” you whined, “want you.” The second part came out much quieter than his nickname.

“Oh, I know you do pretty. But you just need to wait a little while longer. There was a pause before he continued.”You know how much I love to make art right?” He asked, voice now coming back closer to you. 

You could only nod in response. 

“Close your eyes.” He demanded gently. You did what he asked, shifting your thighs back and forth to give yourself some sort of friction, the heat and need unbearable between your legs. 

“You’re so breathtaking y/n, that I can’t help but use you as a canvas.” He said, a smirk evident in his voice. 

It was hot. Incredibly hot as it trickled down your chest, in between your breasts, and towards your belly button. You yelped, surprised by the sudden pain that quickly turned into pleasure. 

And again, burning hot down your thighs, trickling over the edges towards the couch. You fidgeted, unable to hold back the surprised squeaks every time the feeling came. 

You opened your eyes to see Heeseung standing over you, the pine and cinnamon candle that he lit earlier in hand. The red wax left hot trails across your body. He tipped the candle again, watching your face as the wax trickled inwards on your thighs towards your heat. He enjoyed watching your face squeeze up in pain followed by a wave of pleasure. 

He continued this for a while, trickling hot wax across sensitive parts of your body while admiring you. By the time he was done, red wax that almost looked like a pattern of lightning or tree branches covered your body. 

“There, now that I’ve painted my beautiful canvas, it is also up to me to ruin it.” He said, voice laced with a darkness that you hadn’t anticipated. 

He placed the candle back on the table before inviting himself between your legs. He was quick to pull off your panties, not giving you a chance to be shy or nervous. It was obvious he couldn’t hold back anymore. 

He admired your pussy. Using one finger to trace between your folds and tease your clit before running back down. 

You gasped, begging him for more without asking. 

He slipped one finger in with no resistance, and then a second. He was lacking the same patience he had had for hours beforehand. His eyes were full of a hungry lust. 

You mewled as his fingers pressed into you, the feeling relieving your aching heat just a little bit. “Ah– Heeseung,” you moaned quietly. 

He curled his fingers as he pumped them in and out of you, reaching for the spot he knew would have you squirming under him. He leaned forward over you, took one hand, and wrapped it around your throat. He didn’t squeeze enough to really choke you, but enough to make sure your attention was solely focused on him. 

“Tell me what you want darling.” He said, speeding up his movements and purposefully hitting the sensitive spot over and over. His dark eyes peered into yours as he waited. 

You moaned as your body tensed up to his touch, both hands coming up to grab onto his arm that was still around your throat. You could barely catch your breath with the way your body was tensing up, hips arching off the couch, but you knew he wouldn’t give you any mercy until you gave him what he wanted. 

“Heeseung–ah– please,” you whined, little gasps coming out between each thrust of his fingers. 

“Ah, so pretty for me honey, but not enough.” he cooed, fingers continuing their assault. 

“Nngh– please Heeseung, please fuck me,” you begged, tears pricking at your eyes. 

He chuckled, slowing his fingers down and watching you as you panted. He released his hand from your neck before pulling his fingers out and sticking them into his mouth to clean them off. 

“Good girl,” he praised, “I thought you'd never ask. All this time you’ve been trying to keep this side of you hidden from me. But look at how good you are, listening to me and doing what I ask. Do any of the other boys know you’re such a slut darling?” 

His words overwhelmed you. Sure you weren’t a virgin, but you’d never done anything with the boys. Gotten off to the idea of fucking them before sure, but that was a secret that you kept to yourself. You never wanted to risk harming them by getting caught or hurting the bond that you had with them. 

You shook your head, giving Heeseung an honest answer. 

“I’m so lucky, getting you all to myself like this, even if it's just for a little while.” Heeseung smiled, the dark glint of desire ever present in his eyes. He pulled away from you again, standing up to take off his underwear. You watched as his cock hit the skin of his stomach. You found yourself surprised once again, his cock was bigger than you anticipated. 

He pumped his length in his hand, running a finger over the head to smear the pre cum along his shaft. He looked so good like this.

With a sudden wave of desire and determination to earn more praise you sat up and replaced Heeseungs hands with your own. You stroked him a few times before leaning over and kitten-licking the top. You didn’t hear any reaction from Heeseung, so you decided to push it further. You took a deep breath before taking him into your mouth. When you sunk down on him you finally looked up at him through your eyelashes. 

“Fuck–ah fuck,” Heeseung groaned as you took him into your mouth. You had caught him off guard and were rewarded by his surprised reaction. It took him a second to compose himself, his eyes opening to meet yours. He watched you for a moment as you bobbed up and down on his cock slowly. You could tell he was savoring the view and the feeling of your mouth on him.

Then he reached forward to run his fingers through your hair, an affectionate action before his fingers tightened around the strands and pushed you farther down onto his length. 

“You’re so pretty like this y/n,” Heeseung cooed as he held you down on his cock, far enough down that you felt your throat starting to spasm around him.

You tried your best to not gag as he held you down. Tears welled in your eyes as you looked up at him. His words were gentle, but his actions were stern and dominant. 

“You’re so good darling, showing me how badly you want to please me. But,” he paused before pushing you all the way down onto his length till your nose hit his stomach, “I don’t think you could handle it.” He whispered, before releasing you completely. 

You choked as you pulled off of him, followed by a gasp for air and a few tears running across your cheeks. You hadn't been prepared to deep-throat him like that, but the action turned you on tremendously. How his words were so sweet but his actions only made you want to egg him on. To see how rough he would get with you. 

Heeseung interrupted your thoughts as he leaned over to kiss your forehead before laying you back on the couch. He got on top of you and your heat clenched around nothing as you felt his cock slide against you. 

“I’ve been wanting this for a long time y/n,’ Heeseung whispered into your neck as you felt him reach down. He ran his cock up and down your folds, sliding easily because of how wet you were. 

You gasped at the feelings before reaching up to grab onto his shoulders. 

He teased you like this for a moment, watching you carefully in between leaving kisses on your neck and jaw. 

“Tell me you want me darling,” Heeseung urged, pushing the tip against your entrance. 

“God– please Heeseung, I want you… so bad Hee,” you begged, raising your hips in an effort to coax him into you. 

With your consent, the older boy groaned, slowly pushing himself into you. He rested a hand on your cheek as he did so, watching carefully for any indication of pain. 

You leaned your head back, mouth parted in a silent moan as he bottomed out before slowly pulling back out and repeating. 

He continued to fuck you slowly, leaning down to kiss you passionately as he thrust into you. Your fingers entangled into his hair, tugging gently which earned you a moan from Heeseung between kisses. Your tongues fought for dominance, and occasionally Heeseung took your bottom lip in between his teeth. 

After a minute of this, Heeseung dipped his head back into your neck before speeding up his thrusts. He fucked into you faster and harder and you wrapped your arms around his shoulders. His thrusts brought out continuous strings of lewd moans from you. 

You opened your eyes in surprise when you felt Heeseungs hand press over your mouth. “Your noises are so beautiful darling, and I so badly want to hear them. In fact, I wish all the boys could hear you moaning for me baby. I wish everyone in this building knew who you belonged to tonight,” he paused, taking a moment to peer into your eyes. “But I can’t have you letting the whole building know what we are doing in here hmm? That might get me in a bit of trouble.” He finished his thought with a quick raise of his eyebrow. 

You could only nod in response as he continued his motions, a spring of tension coiling in your stomach with every thrust. 

With his hand still over your mouth, you could only listen to the sound of his panting and quiet grunts. His voice was still beautiful even in this situation. 

“Oh, by the way,” Heeseung spoke again suddenly, “I’m a siren.” 

He removed his hand from your mouth and instead moved to pull your legs up to your chest so he could get a deeper angle. Gasps and whines left you in quick succession, this position only tightening the coil in your stomach further. 

You were having trouble processing what Heeseung had just said to you and of course it was hard to believe any of what Jungwon had said was real but the new information gave you clarity on what made you feel so aroused tonight. Heeseung’s voice. It intoxicated you and consumed you and it was all at Heeseung’s will. 

You moaned quietly at the idea of this. How he could get you so worked up with just his voice. 

After a moment, Heeseung reached down in between the two of you and his fingers found your clit. He rubbed small circles as he continued to fuck into you harshly. 

You dug your nails into his back and began to tremble from the overwhelming stimulation. You knew it wouldn’t take you that long to cum considering how worked up you had been. Heeseung knew this too. 

“You know what that means?” He asked, sweat causing his hair to stick to his forehead slightly. 

You shook your head, giving him a curious look in response. 

“It means,” He smirked. “From now on, every time you hear my voice. You’ll be reminded of this moment. You’ll be reminded of how good I made you feel, and how desperate you were for me. How you trembled underneath my fingers darling.” 

The idea of this sent you into a spiral of arousal, you heard Heeseung singing all the time. He practically never stopped singing. How would you ever be able to sit in on any of their practices or concerts? Heat rushed to your core at the images and scenarios in your head. You whimpered, a small pathetic noise of desperation. 

“Heeseung,” you moaned as his fingers and thrusts continued. You felt his cock twitch inside of you, the sound of you calling his name obviously getting to him. 

You couldn’t hold back much longer and you knew he couldn’t either. His thrusts were becoming a bit sloppy and rushed. 

His eyes met yours again, neither of you saying anything for a moment before you spoke up. Your orgasm was approaching quickly now. 

“Heeseung, please, please don’t stop.” You begged, your head rolling back again as you allowed yourself to be consumed by the feeling of him fucking you. 

He picked up speed with determination and he leaned down once more kissing the side of your jaw and then your ear. 

“You’re so pretty y/n, I know you want to cum for me.” He said, his voice though not singing, sent that dizzy wave of overwhelming arousal over you again. 

“Hee—hee, please.” You cried as you were thrown desperately toward the edge, the coil so tight you could barely breathe. 

“Cum for me. Cum nice and hard for me darling. Show me how good you feel.” He all but commanded into your ear, his thrusts and fingers maintaining a slower but consistent speed and motion. 

And you did. Unsure if it was from his voice or at your own will but you came hard. You came so hard that no sound escaped your lips, you were breathless, air stolen by the waves of pleasure as they cascaded over you. Heeseung fucked you through your orgasm and kept fucking you until you shook from overstimulation. Once he finally pulled his hand away from between you he was able to focus on his own climax. 

His pace quickened, and your body still clenched around him, overstimulation causing tears to brim at your eyes. 

“Heeseung,” you moaned, and it was lewd. You sounded almost straight from a porno and that was all he needed. 

“Fuck—,” he cursed, surprised by what you had just done. His thrusts became uneven and frantic before he pulled out and came over your stomach. His quiet groans alone were almost enough to get you fired up again. 

Your head was floaty as you watched him come down from his own high. He ran his fingers through his hair and sighed happily. Then his eyes met yours and he looked so much different than before. He looked at you endearingly and lovingly, any sadistic dominance gone from his eyes. 

He was quick to get up, grab tissues, and wipe you off. You looked down and saw the wax that still covered your body. That was going to be a pain to clean up but it was so worth it. 

Heeseung helped you back into your clothes before he got back into his own clothes and settled back onto the couch sitting beside you. 

There was now somewhat of an awkward silence as you didn’t know what to expect next. You honestly just anticipated that you would go home from here and it would be just like a one-night stand of sorts. 

You fiddled with your fingers in your lap, a slight twinge of disappointment at the ideas your head was creating. 

Heeseung grabbed your hand and laced his fingers in between yours. 

“Y/n, I’m sorry. For being so quiet that is.” He said, obviously having sensed your anxiety. “I’m just honestly speechless. You’re so beautiful and I feel lucky to know you and get to experience and share a friendship and… this…with you.” His other hand motioned vaguely not sure what to consider your relationship at this moment in time. 

You couldn’t help but smile at his words and nod in agreement. 

The older boy took your hand and pulled you up. He grabbed your cardigan and helped you slip it on before leading you to the door and turning off the lights. 

“Let’s go.” He said, hand still entangled in yours. 

He grabbed a sweatshirt from a hook by the door and slipped it on pulling up the hood over his head. Then he pulled out two black masks from the pocket and handed one to you before putting on the other one. He looked over to you, his eyes showing a big smile.

“Where are we going?” You asked, having enough comprehension skills to realize that he was taking you somewhere and that’s why you both needed to have your identities covered a bit. 

“Home of course,” Heeseung replied, pulling you out the door and closing it behind him. He led you towards the elevator. 

“Oh—, Home?” You questioned. It wasn’t often that you went over to the dorms so late at night. Did he mean back to your place? The boys never came over to your place either and it definitely wasn’t in good shape for any guests.

“Mhmm.” He replied as the elevator doors closed. He was still holding your hand tightly, almost as if he was worried you might not want to come with him. 

Truth be told, you were still feeling the post orgasm high and you didn’t really care where you went right now as long as it was with him.

He continued leading you outside of the building and when you made it outside he turned to head towards the dorms. 

“The dorms?” You questioned. Obviously, you knew this was the likely answer but it somehow still surprised you. 

“Yep!” Heeseung replied, not giving you anything more than short answers that way you couldn’t argue or try to change his mind. 

“But Heeseung, uhm… why?” You asked. It was late, and coming over just to hang out wasn’t really the best idea. You’d need to leave soon before you got too sleepy. 

He chuckled, his fingers squeezing yours for a moment. “I’m not going to just let you go home after that y/n. I’m not a fuck boy.” 

“Well, I didn’t say that.” You replied, whacking him on the shoulder with your free hand. He laughed again and you wished you could see his smile instead of the mask. 

The rest of the short walk was quiet except for the various sounds of isolated cars or chit-chat of other people walking around. The city truly never slept around here. 

Heeseung unlocked the door when you arrived, finally releasing your hand before pushing open the door. The dorm was quiet except for the TV in the living room which was playing some sort of anime. You slipped off your shoes and cardigan welcoming the comforting warmth of the dorm. 

Heeseung went into the kitchen to grab you both some water. As you waited you noticed that Jake had fallen asleep on the couch. You smiled and walked over to turn off the lamp that was shining in his face. 

When you turned back around you jumped, surprised to be somewhat face to face with Jungwon. He was wearing a tank top and sweatpants. His muscular arms caught you a bit off guard as he normally never wore exposing clothes like that. 

“J-Jungwon!” You whispered, trying not to wake up Jake. 

“What are you doing here so late?” Jungwon asked, his brows furrowed a bit. 

“Oh- I was just-,” you stammered.

Obviously, you weren’t going to tell Jungwon what you had been doing. But coming up with something else was impossible, your brain wasn’t awake enough to come up with anything quick enough. 

“She came with me,” Heeseung spoke suddenly from behind you once again causing you to jump. 

Jungwon looked at Heeseung, and then to you, and then back to Heeseung. Then Jungwon looked back at you and your skin prickled as you watched him eye you from top to bottom. The look in his eyes changed, but to what you couldn’t tell. His eyes stopped on your chest briefly before he nodded and his facial expression went back to normal. You flushed, Jungwon didn’t normally steal glances at you so obviously like that. 

“Ah,” he paused his tone unreadable, “That’s good. I was worried about you y/n, showing up late like this.” 

“Don’t worry,” Heeseung replied, “She’s safe with me Jungwon.” 

Jungwon nodded again before walking away and into the kitchen himself. Heeseung handed you a glass of water before he took your hand again and pulled to towards his bedroom. 

You were surprised, however, when Heeseung stopped and pulled you into the bathroom. 

“I’ll grab you some clothes of mine you can wear to sleep in. I can shower with you if you want, or you can shower by yourself if you’d be more comfortable,” he said before turning to head towards his bedroom, “Oh, and use whatever shampoo or body wash you want, everyone has different tastes so there’s a few to choose from.” 

You nodded and closed the door behind him. Processing everything that was going on was overwhelming but the idea of staying in the dorm made you feel a little giddy inside. You took a few sips from the glass of water before sitting it down on the counter. 

Heeseung’s knock brought you out of your thoughts as he slowly opened the door. In his hand were some sweatpants and a T-shirt. He smiled at you before setting them down on the counter beside the glass of water.

“Do you want me to shower with you?” He asked. Heeseung’s eyes also trailed your bare skin. “You might need some help getting all that off.” He continued pointing to your chest. 

You looked down and suddenly your face started to burn. How the fuck did you forget the wax! It’s not that Jungwon was looking at your tits but instead, he was looking at the wax that covered your chest and cleavage in tiny trails. 

You looked back at Heeseung, the mischievous look on his face told you that he knew exactly what you were thinking about right now. But it was too late now, there was nothing you could do about it. 

“I think that would be nice actually. Thank you, Hee.” You replied. 

Heeseung was happy to help. He helped you undress and got the water going for you so you could get in and enjoy it for a moment while he brushed his teeth and undressed himself. 

You let the warm water trail down your body washing away any other stress and anxiety you had about the situation. 

When Heeseung joined you couldn’t help but admire him once more. The way his bronze skin glistened in the water as it cascaded over him. The older boy took your hand and placed it on his chest.

“Don’t be afraid.” He said quietly. You tilted your head confused but when you looked up and met his eyes you saw they were now bright blue with small slits in them. The blue color was so bright it reminded you of glaciers as they floated in the ocean. His skin twitched under your fingertips as small silvery blue scales pushed through his skin in various places the water was hitting. 

“Oh—wow.” You responded, shocked by what you were seeing. 

You looked up again and saw small spikey fins that had grown out from the tips his ears. Everything else about him stayed the same. 

“Heeseung. You’re stunning.” You said, blown away by what you were seeing. When he released your hand you noticed that his fingers had become webbed too, obviously to help him swim if he was in the water. 

He smiled. “You’re not scared right?” 

“No not at all just… do you... have a tail fin?” You questioned, giving him an innocent but curious look. 

The older boy laughed. “Of course I do. I can just control it better than my scales and fins. It would be quite awkward if I just grew a tail and fell over right now wouldn’t it?” He responded, chuckling again at the image he had created in his head. 

You laughed with him at the scenario. 

Then he helped you wash and made sure to get all of the wax off your body before also helping you wash your hair. You allowed yourself to be pampered by him even just briefly. You wondered if you’d ever get to see his tail and watch him swim. 

After you both finished washing, Heeseung helped you towel dry your hair and get into his clothes before he took you along into his bedroom.

You chuckled as you watched the older boy flop onto the bed and tuck himself under the covers. 

“Well,  come here darling.” He said, patting the bed beside him and holding up the covers for you to get in. 

You got into the bed with him and he opened his arms for you to get comfortable and lay on his chest. You were surprised by how quickly his siren features disappeared after getting out of the water and drying off. It was silent for a moment besides the sound of his heartbeat in your ear

“Are you sure this is okay?” You said, breaking the silence. 

“What? Cuddling with me?” He questioned you. 

“Well, just all of it.” You replied anxiously. 

His arms tightened around you. 

“Don’t worry to much y/n. Do what makes you happiest and we will all be happy. You should know that I will— well, we all will do everything in our power to keep you happy.” He replied, his tone a lot more serious now. You could tell he was being genuine. 

You nodded, before leaning up to give Heeseung a kiss. Even though it was dark you could tell he was blushing by your sudden action. 

When you laid back on his chest, he began to hum once again. Except this time, instead of arousal you just felt warm and fuzzy. His humming enveloped you in a soft blanket of safety and comfort. You felt loved and appreciated and beautiful in his arms, and you weren’t sure you’d ever want to leave them. 

The warm cozy feeling Heeseung was creating for you was quick to whisk you to sleep but before you drifted off you wondered briefly how you had gotten so lucky to be sought after by this group of boys. You wondered if this was a dream and if you’d wake up soon. You wondered if you’d figure out what monsters the other boys were, and secretly you hoped you’d find out just like you did with Heeseung tonight. 

☾ author note: thank you for reading! this chapter is arguably the tamest out of them all so please look forward to whats to come next! can you guess who is what monster?

chapter two

It was a bit chaotic at times, being the only girl in a friend group of boys. The smell of mixed drinks and greasy food swirled around the room and loud laughter rang through your ears. That’s kinda how you ended up drinking with 7 other boys that is. Your journey to this peculiar situation had been a gradual one, thanks to your best friend, Jungwon. Through countless outings and shared experiences, he had inadvertently introduced you to his bandmates, and they had gradually embraced you as one of their own. Initially, you had felt like an outsider, a solitary island in a sea of masculinity. But over time, you had discovered that beneath their rough exteriors, these boys possessed hearts of gold. They had welcomed you with open arms, never treating you differently because of your gender.

You see, Jungwon was the leader of a kpop group, and these friends were his bandmates. Jungwon had always been passionate about becoming an idol and you knew he could do it so you always supported him. You were there through it all, driving him to countless auditions, offering encouragement when self-doubt crept in, and keeping his spirits high even when rejections seemed to pile up. Your unwavering support became a beacon of hope for Jungwon, reminding him that he was not alone on this journey.

So there you sat, lounging on the couch while the boys did their thing, a glass of some sort of mixed drink with soju in your hand. This was a bit of an unusual affair. Everyone was home and they had no schedule tomorrow so what better thing to do than to drink, play games and fuck around. 

It had been this way for a few years now. Jungwon would invite you over to hang out and as time went on you became closer and closer with each of the boys. They often asked you to cook for them or help them with mundane tasks. You didn’t mind, something about helping them out with things while they worked so hard made you feel good. 

You recalled a few memories while you sipped from your drink. Once you came over to find a worn-out Heeseung on the couch who had fallen asleep. You covered him with a blanket and turned off the lights so he could get some much-needed rest. One time you found yourself cooking soup and running to the pharmacy to get medicine for Jake after he had gotten sick while abroad. Once, you even found Ni-ki his eyes filled with unshed tears as he sat alone in the dorm. Despite his efforts to maintain his cool demeanor, he quietly broke down into tears when you approached him. You wrapped your arms around him, offering comfort and understanding. That moment was shared only between the two of you, and you made a silent promise to keep it a secret for Ni-ki's sake.

Honestly, you regularly came over when they were away at schedules to make sure there was food in the fridge and their dorm was clean and comfortable. You admired them a lot and in return for your support and friendship, the boys gave you just the same. 

There was the time that Sunghoon held your hands and taught you how to skate while the other boys flew around the rink their laughter echoing through the air. Or the time Jay carried you home on his back after you had gotten a little too drunk at the club. The cool breeze on your face and his warmth comforting you on the long walk. And once when Sunoo helped you do your makeup for a date… and then sat by your side and helped you take it off when you cried after the date went horribly. 

You smiled to yourself, reminiscing these moments from the past before you felt the cushion sink beside you on the couch. An arm wrapped around your shoulder and you turned to find a very tipsy Jungwon leaning into you a little too close. 

“y/n~,” he said, his dimples teasing at the sides of his smile. “Come play with us.~” 

“Mmm. What are you playing?” You responded to the younger boy, leaning back from his closeness ever so slightly. 

“You know! Hmm, probably truth or dare, maybe spin the bottle.~” he responded, wiggling his eyebrows. 

You couldn’t help but let out a chuckle at how ridiculous he was being but honestly, the alcohol was helping you stay relaxed and with how drunk the boys were you knew the likelihood of them remembering anything tomorrow was low anyway. 

“Fine.” You obliged, letting Jungwon grab your hand and pull you to the circle where the rest of the boys had decided to sit. 

“Wooohoooo! Now it’s a real game!” Jake said, fist-pumping when you sat down in the circle.  

You rolled your eyes. They definitely wouldn't remember anything tomorrow. 

“What are we playing again?” Heeseung asked, already spinning a soju bottle around on the floor. 

“Let’s play the raise your hand game!” Sunoo spoke up. 

“Thank god,” you thought. At least this game wouldn’t lead to you having to get locked in a closet with one of your best friend's roommates. Not that you truly disliked that idea, they were all incredibly handsome but that could lead to some tension that you weren’t sure would benefit your friendships. 

You waited as the boys bickered back and forth before playing rock paper scissors to see who would go first. Sunghoon won. 

“Okay!” He said while the circle quieted down in anticipation. “Raise your hand.. if you’ve ever worn someone else's underwear!” 

You made a small noise of amusement, tickled by the fact that both Jay and Jake raised their hands. You too also raised your hand. Sunghoon looked at you with a raised eyebrow which prompted you to tell the story of how you had worn a pair of Jungwon’s boxers before because you had slipped and fallen in a puddle on the way to the dorm and your best friend had given you some dry clothes to wear while he washed your wet ones. 

A few more rounds went by before you had a chance to ask a question. You decided to ask something a little more interesting, “Okay… Raise your hand if you’ve kissed someone else in this circle.” 

You smirked briefly feeling smug, but to your surprise, you were the only one who didn’t raise their hand. The boys looked at you almost in unison which only caused your face to heat up at the sudden attention. 

“You seem surprised by this y/n,” Heeseung noted. “You shouldn’t be shocked that this sort of thing could happen when you live together and spend every waking moment with each other.” 

“Well, I just… didn’t anticipate that you had all kissed someone else here… I didn’t think you were all that… casual?” you replied, fidgeting with the hem of your shirt. 

There was sort of a shift in the air as the game went on. A tension that even laughter and silly questions couldn’t quite get rid of. You quickly drank the rest of your drink needing to take some of the edge off. 

At some point, the game had shifted into some sort of drunken truth or dare. Thankfully the alcohol had relaxed you enough that watching Jay and Sunghoon have to take off their shirts didn’t bother you too much. You know, besides the fact that your eyes kept wandering. 

“y/n.” Jungwon spoke up. “Since you're the only one here who hasn’t…”, there was a sudden flash of mischief in his eyes, “I dare you to let everyone here kiss you!” 

“Jungwon!” Sunoo chided, slapping him on the leg. Jungwon could only smirk in response. 

You didn’t know how to respond. Your brain and your body had two different reactions to Jungwon’s request. Your body was hot, your ears burning. Your brain was embarrassed and shy but curious. 

“I–.” you hesitated, quickly looking around the circle and meeting all the eyes looking back at you before the liquid courage spoke for you. “okay.” 

There was a moment of debate on what order and how they should do this but you honestly weren't listening. Your mind was racing. Thoughts of worry over what this would do to your friendships. 

“Don’t worry, none of us will ever hurt you.”

A voice? In your head? You were convinced you were incredibly drunk. 

Heeseung approached you first, his smile gentle and reassuring. He sat next to you before turning your head to face him. He didn’t give you much time to think before he leaned in and placed a soft kiss on your lips. It wasn’t a peck, but it was still a short kiss. He smiled when he pulled away. 

“You're cute.” The voice spoke, but you didn’t see his mouth move. Heeseung? 

Next, Sunoo slid in next to you. He gave you an adorable eye smile before giving you a quick peck. Considering that Sunoo had scolded Jungwon for the suggestion you’re sure that Sunoo just wanted to make sure he wasn't overstepping your boundaries. You were grateful for Sunoo, he was always so kind and thoughtful. 

There was another round of arguing before Jay spoke up, “God, you guys are annoying.” he said out loud while scooting over for his turn. “I wanted to go last but for fucks sake y’all take forever!” 

You couldn’t help but laugh. Even though Jay seemed angry he smiled kindly once your eyes met. What caught you by surprise was when Jay’s hand found rest at the back of your head. He leaned in and kissed you with more pressure than the others, and his fingers gently tangled into your hair causing a prickling sensation on your scalp. It wasn’t enough to elicit a noise from you, but enough to cause you to have a look of bewilderment on your face when he pulled away.

Jay chuckled at your reaction. “I know, I’m a better kisser than those two,” he said confidently before standing up and moving away to the couch to watch. 

Jake was suddenly in front of you, eyes glimmering like he had just won a prize at the fair. You watched as he subconsciously licked his lips. A habit of his that you had come to find quite attractive. Jake came forward into your space causing you to fall back to where you were supporting yourself with your hands on the ground behind you. He kissed your cheek once before kissing you on the lips. His kiss was passionate, and a bit aggressive. He kissed you more than once, enough to leave wetness on your lips as he pulled away. He didn’t say anything, just bit his own lip before falling back to his original seat. 

“Damn Jake. Save a piece for the rest of us why don't you?” Sunghoon spoke up. 

Jake shrugged in response.

This time, Sunghoon motioned for you to come to him. This sudden change in dynamic caught you off guard, but you listened, slowly crawling over to him. Once you were sitting in front of him he placed his hand on your cheek and pulled you into a kiss. It was slow and dizzying.

Sunghoon was unapologetically trying to make out with you right then and there. His tongue licked gently across your lips earning him a small squeak before he let you go. He smirked, satisfied that he had gotten a reaction from you. You moved back to your spot while the boys questioned Sunghoon as to what he did to get you to make that noise. Now you understood why he asked you to come to him, from his spot none of the members could see what he had done from that angle. 

While the boys were pestering Sunghoon about what happened Ni-ki took the opportunity to have his turn. There was a darkness, a hunger almost, in his eyes that you hadn’t seen from the younger boy before. 

“Are you feeling shy?” he said quietly, as he came closer to you. You shook your head. “Mmm,” Ni-ki responded, “Maybe later.” 

Before you could question what he meant, he kissed you. He gave you a few passionate kisses before he kissed your cheek, then your jaw, then your neck before pulling away. Somehow, the only person who even noticed Ni-ki had taken his turn was Jungwon. 

“Your turn Hyung,” Ni-ki said as he sat back, running a hand through his hair contently.

The other boys then realized they hadn’t been paying attention and started to quiet down, waiting to watch the one who had suggested this all in the first place. 

Jungwon stared at you, the look in his eyes unreadable. He looked hesitant. You felt a pang of rejection in your chest, which surprised you as you had never felt anything like that before with him. He looked around the room for a second, before he stood up. He walked over to you and reached out for your hand. You took his hand and he helped you up. 

Jake whistled at this, obviously expecting some sort of show. Sunghoon whacked him across the back of the head. 

“I’ve wanted to do this for a long time.”

Another voice in your head. Jungwon? You thought in response to the voice. The younger boy only smiled slightly in response before grabbing you by the waist and pulling you up against himself. He leaned in to kiss you but hesitated again just before your lips touched.

The lights began to flicker. The sound of electricity buzzing around the room. You swore you heard “Hyung!” which must have been Ni-ki but it sounded far away. The lights went out and you felt Jungwon’s lips press against yours. He kissed you with a passion that could only be described as desperate. As if he really had wanted to kiss you for a long time. Everything felt like it was spinning as Jungwon kissed you. His grip on your waist tightened, his hand holding onto the back of your neck to deepen the kiss. Images and sounds started flowing through your head that you didn’t put there. 

Crimson and gold-colored eyes. Dismembered Voices. Fangs. Howling. The Moon. Talons. Humming. Creatures. Wolves. Whispering.

Blood. Blood. Blood. 

You started to panic. You couldn’t get these images and sounds out, you couldn’t even feel Jungwon anymore. Suddenly you felt alone. Swirling around in a dark sea of horrifying images. You were scared. What was happening? 

Though you were sure your eyes were closed, you felt someone cover them with their hands as if to block you from seeing. 

“That's enough.”

Then darkness and silence, followed by an overwhelming sense of fatigue. You couldn’t keep yourself awake. So you fell asleep. You knew deep down no matter what, they wouldn’t let anything hurt you. 

“She’ll be fine, Jungwon. You just need to be more careful next time.” You heard a voice say as you began to wake back up. 

“I didn’t mean to…” Jungwon responded. 

The next few sentences were fuzzy as you drifted in and out of waking up. 

Once you started opening your eyes, you could see Jungwon slowly pacing around the room. You were lying in his bed, covered by a fuzzy blanket he had bought specifically for you whenever you accidentally spent the night on the couch. He ran his hands through his hair, he seemed anxious. 

“Wonnie?” you called out quietly. 

“Y/n!” He responded in surprise. Jungwon ran over to you before kneeling down next to the bed. He went to brush your hair out of your face, once again a slight hesitation before he pushed it back. The feeling of his touch sends a comforting warmth through your body. “Are you okay?” the younger boy asked, scanning your face for discomfort or pain. 

“Yes, I’m okay…” you replied. Jungwon breathed a sigh of relief. “But..” you continued causing Jungwon to look at you with concern. “What is going on Jungwon?" 

You watched as Jungwon clenched his jaw—a habit he had to control his face. 

“What do you mean y/n, you just fainted. Maybe the alcohol didn’t agree with you.” He lied. You knew he was lying. 

“Jungwon,” you said firmly before pushing yourself up into a sitting position. “I know you’re lying to me. Just be honest please.” 

He was quiet. He was contemplating what he should do next. He wasn't a very good liar, especially to you. You didn’t rush him, just gave him a moment to think. He sighed, once again running his hands through his hair. 

“y/n… if I try to explain this, it might scare you. It might worry you. Fuck it might even push you away from us, away from me. You might not want anything to do with me anymore y/n.” He said finally, genuine worry in his voice. 

You contemplated his words for a moment, trying to understand what he was trying to say. You honestly had no idea what he was trying to say but you knew in your heart that there wasn’t much that would want to make you stop being friends with Jungwon. 

“Just tell me Won. I promise I won't leave you behind. You can tell me anything, you know this.” you reassured him. 

Jungwon stood up and shoved his hands into his pockets, his anxiety was almost palatable. You heard him mumble a few curses and watched as he dropped his head back with his eyes squeezed shut. This was a big deal to him and you could tell he was truly struggling with it.

“Promise me,” he said suddenly turning to you, “Promise me you won't leave. Even if it's scary I promise you that I... that we… won't hurt you.” He sat next to you on the bed. “But I need you to understand that I also can’t tell you everything, but I will tell you as much as I can.” 

You mulled over his words, you still didn’t understand what he was trying to say but you knew he wouldn’t let anything happen to you. You held out a pinky to him. “I promise Jungwon.” 

He intertwined his pinky with yours before taking another deep breath. 

“I know that this is going to sound crazy but I promise you it's true. My bandmates and I, we… ah.. how do I say this…” He paused, “We... aren’t human y/n.” 

“Not human?” you questioned, trying to get Jungwon to explain more before you reacted. 

“All of us, we are different. I can’t tell you who’s what, but not a single one of us is human. That's why you saw all the things you saw when we kissed. It’s difficult to explain, but essentially, our consciousness was intertwined momentarily because of… mmm, heightened emotions.” 

“That’s also why the lights flickered and went out right?” you responded, trying to connect the dots. Jungwon only nodded in response. Your mind was bouncing all over the place trying to process this information but truly you didn’t feel scared. While this information was overwhelming if this has never caused an issue before then why would it cause a problem in the future? It would take you time to process and understand but it wouldn't push you away.

“Okay, that's okay. I’m curious to understand more but I believe you Won,” you spoke up after a moment of silence. Jungwon seemed surprised and relieved. He suddenly leaned in to hug you. He hugged you tightly and you hugged him back, patting his back trying to reassure him some more. You sat like this for a moment just enjoying the physical contact with him. 

“Y/n, there's… one more thing I need to tell you,” he said with his arms around you still. You nodded and waited for him to continue, “All of us, have feelings for you. It’s not a contest, you should feel free to see and have relations with whoever you want but you shouldn’t be surprised if and when the boys start pursuing you. There’s no worry about our friendships, this is something we’ve discussed for a long time but… you need to be careful still, some creatures can be, mmmm a bit possessive.” 

You blushed, this sudden confession catching you completely off guard. Jungwon pulled away and you could see that he was blushing too. 

Suddenly the door opened, it was Sunghoon. 

“Oh, y/n! I’m so glad you’re feeling better. You guys should come eat, Jay made food for everyone.” Sunghoon said, motioning for the two of you to get up. 

Jungwon got up first, obviously running away from the conversation. You followed not really wanting to be alone anyway. You'd have plenty of time to get more information out of him later.

When you went into the kitchen everything seemed normal. Sunoo came up behind you and hugged you. This was normal but now considering what Jungwon had just told you, you wondered if there was a different intention behind his actions.

“I’m so glad you’re feeling better y/n,” Sunoo said nuzzling his cheek into the side of your head. 

“I’m okay Sunoo,” you replied, patting his arms that were around your shoulders. 

“Let her sit Sunoo,” Heeseung spoke up, motioning for you to take his chair. You smiled at him and took his seat. 

Everything was the same as it always had been. Comfortable and safe. But still, as you looked around the room at the boys eating you couldn’t help but wonder what “non-human creatures” these young men were. Even while looking at them through a different mental lens they seemed the same. You couldn’t pinpoint any details that you hadn’t already seen before, and nothing pointed to any creature in particular. 

You decided it was best not to dwell for now and just let it go for the time being. After a little while you decided it was time to go home. The boys said their goodbyes and Jungwon walked you to the door. You didn’t live far away so the walk wasn't a problem and you always let him know when you got home anyway. 

The walk home was quiet, your mind still sifting through all the new information. As soon as you got home, you made your way to the bedroom, changed into pajamas, texted Jungwon, and then went to sleep. You were so exhausted from everything that had happened you just needed some good rest. 

“So you told her,” Heeseung asked, looking down into his glass of water. 

“I had to,” Jungwon responded, fiddling with the sleeves of his sweater. Heeseung nodded in understanding. 

“Well, what now?” Jake asked, glancing around at the other guys. 

“We should just carry on as normal,” Jay replied, washing the now dirty dishes with the help of Sunghoon. 

“I told her not just about me, but all of you liking her. I thought it was only fair. I know we’ve discussed it before and it's ultimately up to her.” Jungwon continued. 

There was a moment of silence as the boys thought to themselves. 

“Some of us get possessive Jungwon, you know this,” Jake said. “Is that something you’re able to handle?” 

“Who knows,” Jungwon shrugged, “Maybe it will just depend on whose possessiveness sticks. Maybe her feelings will override your ‘tricks’.” 

“Is that a challenge Hyung?” Ni-ki finally spoke up, pulling his hood off of his head and shaking his hair out. 

Jungwon looked at the younger boy. Ni-ki could see a tiny bit of curiosity in his eyes. Jungwon was much too confident and loved a good challenge. Ni-ki also knew this fact about Jungwon and had seen an opportunity that he couldn’t help but take. 

“Maybe it is,” Jungwon said matter of fact. 

There was suddenly a thick tension in the air. No more words were spoken. Jungwon could sense the various pheromones from his bandmates. He could see the temperatures on them rising. The glint in their eyes changed, a sign that Jungwon had given them permission to pursue and be their true selves. Perhaps Jungwon had made a mistake letting his ego get the best of him but Jungwon had known you the longest and he was confident he could win you over in the end. 

chapter one