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You still care about him and love him, of course. You've been together for a long time, having met in art school where he studied architecture and you focused on painting in Fine Arts. From the beginning, there was a strong bond, and he quickly became your favorite person. You shared many things—chemistry, sex, and a connection that felt like meeting your twin flame. After only six months of dating, you moved in together, but it already felt like you'd been a couple forever. He understood you, loved you in the way you needed, and you supported him in his pursuit of his Master's Degree. He always made time to be present with you.

But lately, he hasn’t been present, as if his attention is elsewhere. The fire you felt at the start of your relationship—the vibrant colors you saw when he was near—has faded into gray over the past year. Mingyu was your inspiration, your muse, and now you’re forced to find it elsewhere. You’ve attempted to reignite those initial feelings by spending time together outside the house or cuddling, but often you were met with responses like “yeah sure, baby, let’s talk about it later” or “not right now.”

The reality is your heart doesn’t beat the way it used to when you think of him, and to be frank, it makes you fucking sad. 

You sit at the table, watching him make breakfast with a soft hum like nothing is wrong, like you don’t feel the way you do, and that you haven’t been trying for months to bring that spark back. Is he that oblivious? Is he happy with your lives now? Can he not see how tired you are of this? Of everything?

“Here you go, babe,” Mingyu announces, setting a plate of eggs and hashbrowns in front of you. “Are you sure you don’t want any more?”

“I’m okay,” you respond with a weak smile. “I’m not very hungry.” 

You mumble thanks while you sip your black coffee with sugar and heavy cream, while Mingyu sits across from you with his usual plate of bacon, eggs, and hashbrowns. He eats as he reads the latest news on his phone, not paying attention to you as you pick at your food and take small bites. The forecast calls for clear skies and high temperatures, yet winds and dark clouds are outside your window. You chuckle at the irony in this, thinking of the storm that has been brewing in your heart for the past several months. Can you two survive this? Should you even keep trying?

Losing your remaining appetite, you quickly drink your coffee and pack up your breakfast, hoping to eat it later. Outside, the wind picks up, clouds darken, and leaves swirl in circles. You look at Mingyu, wishing he would notice you didn’t finish your food, see the sadness on your face, or hear your broken heart.

“Hey, Gyu,” you call out to him. “Can we have some time for you and me when we get home tonight?”

Mingyu meets your eyes briefly, giving you a kind smile before returning to his phone. “Sure, whatever you want.”

You nod, then go into your shared bedroom and get dressed for the day ahead. With a distracted motion, you pull on a flannel shirt and a pair of jeans, tying your hair into a loose ponytail. You work in an art studio, and you plan to go in and work on your piece for your upcoming art show. It’s supposed to be a piece that showcases love and passion, and yet you are drowning in misery. 

The thunder makes itself known, followed by a lightning strike that hits too close to home. You hear his footsteps trodding in the hallway, barging into the bedroom, and shuffling around in the closet. It was like you weren’t even there.

Your alarm goes off at 8:00 am sharp, the horn blaring from your speakers and filling your large bedroom. Turning it off, you wait, as in any second now, like clockwork, Mingyu would come tumbling out of the closet with his shirt buttoned and his suit jacket barely on, and you would go in and save the day, fixing his tie and handing him his briefcase.

“Thanks, babe,” he says, on routine, planting a kiss on your cheek. “I’ll see you later, okay?”

Before you can respond, he is already out of the bedroom, leaving you feeling desolate and cold. The sound of jingling keys echoed down the quiet hallway, a rhythmic clink that grew fainter with each step. You heard the door crank open and shut, confirming that you are once again left alone with your thoughts swirling in your head. There was no love in his exit, nor passion—just a transactional exchange, like has continued to be for several months now. You deserve to feel loved. Valued. Appreciated

And if Mingyu can’t do that, as much as it will hurt, you will leave him.

Mingyu knows you aren’t happy. He saw it in your eyes when he left this morning. The sparkle isn’t there, your glow is gone, and he doesn’t know how to fix it.

He knows that he has been neglectful, distracted by work, and he has let it go on long enough. But he's been on a lucky streak with projects and is on track to get the promotion he has been longing for— to give you the life that you have always wanted. But still, seeing the sadness in your eyes makes him feel like shit. He hopes you can hold out for a little bit longer, and it’ll all be worth it. He loves you too damn much.

“Why do you look like your cat died?”

Mingyu spins in his chair and looks at his best friend Wonwoo, a fellow engineer who leans on your desk. They both work at an architectural firm, overseeing a riverfront project that requires him to be in and out of the field. Mingyu has been unofficially leading the project, drawing up blueprints from his office and visiting the site to make sure everything is up to code and to his clients ’ liking. This has led to more hours spent away from home and less time with you, adding more dullness to your lives.

“No one died, man,” he says, throwing a paper ball at Wonwoo. “It’s just some things going on at home with YN.”

“What do you mean?”

Mingyu sighs, looking up at the ceiling as his heart feels heavy. “I can tell she’s not happy. I haven’t exactly been the best boyfriend and available for her. But you know I have been working my ass off trying to get this promotion.”

Wonwoo doesn’t say anything immediately, letting the words sync in. He has never been a man of many words, always listening and observing, a contrast to Mingyu, who is always talking and philosophizing about everything.

“I love her man, you know that,” Mingyu confesses. “ She’s a part of me, you know? There isn’t anyone in the world who gets me like she does. I feel that getting this promotion can help us move out of our apartment and into the life we’ve always talked about. She deserves the world, and I want to take care of her.”

“Do you want my advice?” He finally says.

“No.”

“Well, you’re going to get it anyway, smartass,” Wonwoo quips, swatting him on his arm. “Does she know all of this? How do you feel about her? Why you’ve been working so much?”

“I mean sorta. But I have been so busy with work that I haven’t talked to her as much.”

Wonwoo raises a brow. “You know she can’t read minds, right? Talk to her before you lose her for good.”

Mingyu doesn’t answer. There was nothing else to say. Wonwoo was absolutely right.

“I know,” Mingyu lets out an exasperated sigh. “She asked me this morning to make some time for her tonight. I’m going to talk to her and show her I love her.”

“Good deal,” Wonwoo nods curtly. “Shit, here comes the boss.”

Mingyu heard his boss before she arrived, the sound of her heels tapping on the marble tile with each step. Chloe Kim was every bit the formidable CEO, barely hitting 5’5”, but was sharp, precise, and not afraid to stand up for herself or the firm. Mingyu and Wonwoo stood up instantly as she walked by with her assistant Anna, and it wasn’t lost on him that Chloe had a twinkle in her eye when she looked at him. Chloe has made subtle advances in the past, under the guise of work, of course, but he has always turned them down, as he has you at home. Plus, he doesn’t shit where he eats.

She made her way to the front of their desks, the only thing behind her being the picture windows that overlooked the city.

“Everyone,” Chloe announces, her throaty voice catching everyone’s attention. “I have an announcement to make.”

Mingyu and Wonwoo exchanged glances, folding their arms at the same time as they waited for the news. The chairs being pushed back and the paper being shuffled could be heard briefly before the sound of silence descended. Chloe’s expression did not indicate whether the news was good or bad, and that made him nervous.

“Great job, everyone, on the Riverfront project,” Chloe breaks into a smile. “I have gotten in contact with the owners of the building and the contractors, and they are willing to extend their contracts with us on other projects. Your hard work and professionalism have been attracting potential investors, and we are moving in the right direction. Also, thank you to Mingyu for leading this project like a fearless leader and keeping everyone satisfied.”

Mingyu bows slightly while everyone breaks into applause, his cheeks slightly turning red from the unexpected praise.

“As a thank you,” Chloe continues, her eyes staying on Mingyu. “I am treating everyone to dinner at the Hana Tori Steakhouse tonight. Reservations will start at 6:30 pm. You aren’t required to come, but it would be appreciated if you did.”

Her assistant Anna types on her phone and presses send, with everyone’s computer buzzing with an incoming email. “I have sent the directions to the steakhouse. I will see you all later.”

Chloe strides to her office, with Anna trailing behind her as she types on her phone, the smell of her honeyed perfume trailing behind her. Mingyu feels elated, knowing that his hard work is finally paying off. That promotion will be his in a matter of time, and he can give you the life you have always craved.

“Good job, bro,” Wonwoo praises, placing a supportive hand on his shoulder. “Do you think YN is going to understand about tonight?”

Shit. Tonight. Mingyu realizes he will not be home early enough, and his heart sinks to his chest. He promised, gave his word this morning, that he would give you the time you wanted, his attention that you deserved. It’s going to be another broken promise to you, and he is terrified of losing you. However, if he does not attend this dinner, it will not look good to the rest of the team. 

Fuck, he curses internally.

“I hope she does,” Mingyu mutters. “I’m going to call her now and let her know. Hopefully, she will not be pissed.”

His stomach is filled with anxiety and dread as he steps onto the balcony on his floor, thumbing through his favorites on his phone until he finds your contact and presses send. It rings a few times, and he holds his breath, hoping he wouldn’t have to hear the sadness in your voice when you reneg on your promise once again.

“Hey, babe,” you answer on the last ring. “Everything all right?”

“Y-yeah,” he stutters, slightly undoing his tie. “We got an extension on some contracts, and the boss said I did a good job leading the team.”

“That’s great, baby,” you cheer through the phone. “I am so proud of you. We have to celebrate tonight!”

“Uh, that’s why I’m calling,” he says slowly, his anxiety picking through him piece by piece. “The boss is treating us to a steak dinner tonight, and it will not look good if I’m not there, so…”

“Oh.”

He waits on bated breath, expecting an explosion of anger and shouting, even though that wasn’t in your nature. The call is silent for a while, and he is sure you have disconnected until he looks at his screen and sees you are still there.

“Fine,” you finally say, letting out a deep sigh. “I’ll see you later then.”

You hang up before he can respond, and he slumps on the chair, leaning his forehead on his phone. He would have preferred that you curse at him, scream, or do something that was deserving. Hearing the deflated joy that left your voice felt like a punch in the gut. Mingyu knows that you have been trying to spend time together for months, and he has just been too busy. He’s a shitty partner; he knows that. But he loves you more than anything, and he hopes he can convey that to you tonight.

It’s a quarter before 8, and Mingyu sits near the end of a long table surrounded by coworkers at the steakhouse who are half a glass too deep into company-sponsored alcohol. He sips his whisky slowly, looking at his phone every few minutes, hoping to see a notification from you, whether it's a text or a phone call. Instead, he just sees his lockscreen of you and him, kissing in front of the Eiffel Tower in Paris. The guilt was building in his chest. 

Wonwoo mouths if he is good from across the table, and he nods solemnly, finishing the last of his whiskey in his cup. 

“Are we done?” Chloe asks smoothly, pointing at your empty cup. “Do you want some more?”

“No, boss, I’m good,” he shook his head. “I still have to get home in one piece.” 

“On a Friday night?” she chuckles, her blouse brushing against his forearm. “Surely you can let loose for a little bit, right?”

“Eh—”

“To the man of the hour,” she raises her glass. “I meant what I said earlier. You carried that project with elegance. And vision.”

“Thank you,” he replies, trying to keep it light. “It was a team effort.”

Chloe smiles, eyes locking on his. “Don’t be modest. You’ve got more than talent, Mingyu. You’ve got presence.”

Mingyu lets out a chuckle, playing with his glass. “My girlfriend at home thinks the same thing.”

He notices her falter, just for a moment, scooting back slightly and knocking back another glass of wine. “Lucky her.” 

“Lucky me, actually,” Mingyu says absentmindedly. 

“You never talk about your girlfriend, Mingyu,” his colleague, Hana, chimes in. “Can we see a picture of her?” 

He reaches into his pocket and pulls out his phone, showing another picture of you before handing it over. It was a picture he took of you last summer when you weren’t looking. You walked barefoot in the sand, walking towards the water towards a hidden cove that he discovered randomly on a work project. You looked relaxed, carefree, and at peace. It’s his favorite version of you.  

“God, Mingyu, she is beautiful,” Hana says, blinking. “How long have you been together?”

Mingyu hesitates, his thumb still on the screen, watching the light of the image flicker in the reflection of his glass. “Almost 10 years. We met in college.”

The number tastes heavier than he expected. He’s shared his life with you for over 10 years. The good, the bad, and sometimes ugly. 

“That’s a long time,” Hana acknowledges, handing the phone back. “It must be nice, having someone in your life for that long.” 

“It’s the best,” Mingyu reminisces. “She is the best.”

He meant every word. You are the best thing that has ever happened to him. Ever since you walked into the Survey of Art History in college, he couldn’t take his eyes off you. He noticed the way you tapped your pencil on your lip when you were lost in thought or the way your nose wiggled when you laughed. He wanted to know you and be in your orbit one way or another. You were mesmerizing to him; the Galatea to his Pygmalion. When he finally worked up the nerve to talk to you and started hanging out more, he even told you that. You didn’t laugh or think he was being silly or melodramatic. Instead, you kissed him heartfeltedly, and told him you felt the connection too. 

You always believed in him, saw him for who he was, and he would be crazy to let you slip away from him. 

Mingyu and Wonwoo exchange a glance, unspoken words from his best friend that only meant one thing: Go home to your girl. 

“I’m going to head out, guys,” Mingyu announces, pushing out his chair and grabbing his coat. “Thank you for treating us, Chloe. And great job, everyone. Have a good weekend.”

There are a few scattered goodbyes as he walks out the door, Chloe not saying anything but watching him with unreadable eyes. Outside, the night air is cool, a light breeze brushing his cheeks as he unlocks his car. He checks the time—8:06 PM. He taps open his messages and sends one to you: 

Dinner rang later than I thought. Be there soon. I love you.

He puts the phone down, starts the car, and pulls away from the glowing steakhouse windows—chasing, for once, the thing that matters most.

It’s after nine, and you finally decide to stop waiting for him, resolving to shower and go to bed. You still cooked his favorite meal, braised ribs, hoping that he would somehow come home early, and you could finally talk. Be centered with one another. Figure out what is going on in that head of his. But once again, you are left alone, having to pick up the pieces of your already fragile relationship.

Where did you go wrong? This isn’t the Mingyu you fell in love with, or the life you both promised to each other. You used to talk to each other, hold hands just because, kiss because he wanted to feel his lips against yours, or touch in the ways you both craved. Did you do something wrong? Are you not pretty enough? Is there someone else who is taking up the space in his heart that was supposed to be yours? You feel the crevice of your heart break at the very thought.

With a resigned breath, you gathered the leftover food, its fragrant steam curling upward as you carefully ladled it into neat containers. You glanced at the empty chair across the table, imagining him there. With gentle hands, you set aside a portion just for him, wrapping it in a colorful napkin, your fingers lingering for a moment over the fabric. Maybe he’ll see your sincerity then, or at least appreciate that you care about him enough to make sure he eats every day.

Mingyu used to cook for you all the time, and you still remember the first meal he prepared for you. You love pasta, and one day, you told him that your favorite meal was something simple: spaghetti and meatballs. You're a hopeless romantic; you’ve seen Lady and the Tramp a thousand times, and as a little girl, you always wanted to experience a love like that. You told Mingyu about it, who thought it was adorable, and you didn’t think much of it. But the next weekend, he invited you over to his place and made your childhood dream come true—a candlelight dinner with spaghetti and meatballs, with the movie playing on the screen for you to watch when you were finished.

You fell in love with him that night.

You wish you could get back to that.

The bathroom light casts a faint glow when you walk into your bedroom, a reminder that you forgot to turn it off earlier when you came home. You look at your bed, spacious and yet empty, mirroring the way you’ve been feeling lately. You let out a low laugh, finding humor in the irony of this situation. As much as you want it to be, this house is not a home.

You turn on the shower, letting it be as hot as you can handle, as you slowly slip out of your clothes. Stepping into the stall, you stand under the water with your eyes closed, letting it hit your skin, allowing it to drown out the loud thoughts in your head and the pounding of your heart in your ears. You were born in the summer, and you have always felt a deep connection to water, especially the ocean. For the first time today, you experienced a sense of peace.

Slowly opening your eyes, you are met with a familiar figure unbuttoning a light blue shirt and letting it fall to the floor. Rubbing your eyes softly, your vision clears, and you confront the source of your heartache.

“Mingyu,” you breathe. “I thought I was expecting you later.”

“I came as soon as I could,” he says, continuing to undress. “The dinner ran longer than I thought it would.”

“That seems to be a recurring theme lately,” you mutter. You grab the soap and start to lather, washing over your body. “I made you dinner anyway. You can take it with you to work tomorrow.”

Mingyu pauses, your icy demeanor catching him off guard as you intended. You turn your back towards him, attempting to finish your shower without breaking down. You hear the door open, and you feel his presence and warmth wrapped around your waist. He kisses your neck, holding on to you like his life were on the line. This is the closet that you've been in together in months, and your walls are tumbling down. You miss it, crave it, and you slowly feel the sadness uncurling from your skin.

“I’m sorry, baby,” he says tenderly. “I’ve been a shitty boyfriend, and you don’t deserve that.”

“You’re awfully perceptive,” you sniff, holding back your tears. “A simple sorry doesn’t fix things. Mingyu. I’m tired.”

“Baby, I know,” he agrees, turning you around to face him. “I’ve been caught up at work, working long hours, trying to get this promotion, and I know I haven’t been here much. But once it happens, I will give you the world and everything you want. I love you.”

“Gyu,” you sigh heavily. “It’s not about wanting things. I have things, I can always get things. I want YOU. Our life back, the connection we used to have.” You place his hand on your heart, hoping he could feel it beating heavily in his hands. “Don’t you miss this? Miss me? This is the most we have spoken to each other in months. That’s not okay.”

You didn’t intend to cry. You wanted to hold it together and give him a piece of your mind, to unleash the hurt and displeasure that you have felt in this relationship for so long. But instead, you sobbed, letting him hold you close as your water gates broke and your chest heaved. He kisses your forehead and holds you close, his hands caressing your back, giving you the comfort you've wanted for so long. It brings you back to the happier times, when you had him unconditionally.

“I want to get back to us,” you sniffle. “The way we used to be. We used to talk all the time, and we were one and the same. I know you’re busy, and I get that this promotion is important to you, but what happened to us? How do we get that back, Gyu?”

“I will be more present,” Mingyu avows, moving your wet hair from your face. “Anything you want to talk about, I’ll be available. If you need me to be anywhere, I’m there. If you need me to hold you, I’m in your arms. I love you so damn much.”

He kisses your lips unexpectedly, deeply, and with a need that makes your knees buckle. But you kissed him back, returning his vigour with all your might, walking him until his back hits the shower walls. His hands ravenously caress your body, finding your derriere and giving it a nice squeeze. You moan in his mouth, your tongue playing with his as it fuels your carnal desire for him even more.

“I need you, Gyu,” you purr, looking into his eyes. “Please, take me.”

“Tell me what you want, baby,” he breathes. “I’ll do whatever you want.”

He slowly bends down, your breath hitching as he becomes face to face with your creamy center. Lifting your leg over his shoulder, he kisses your thighs, trailing his kisses dangerously close to your nectar, aching for it to be touched.

“Do you want me here?” He whispers, placing a wet kiss on your thigh.

“Mmhmm,” you nod fervently, your hands grabbing his hair.

“Use your words, baby,” he coos, licking his lips. “What do you want?”

“Your mouth, baby. I need it.”

You feel him grin against your thigh, giving it a small bite that feels electric. “Now that wasn’t so hard, was it?”

He blessed you with his lips, kissing your clit with a reverence that made your entire body jolt. The sensation is overwhelming, not just because of the way he is touching you, but because of how present he is. How his eyes stay locked on yours, how his hands grip your thighs, his nails slightly digging into your skin like he was afraid you'd disappear if he let go.

Soft moans escape your lips, your fingers curling in his hair, grounding yourself in him — in the warmth, the pressure, the way he moves like he knows every part of you.

Your head tipped back as he gave you more, his tongue lapping your juices with no rush, like he has all the time in the world to unravel you.

“Just like that,” you whimper. “Please don’t stop.”

His voice was low, almost a growl. “Never.”

He slips a finger inside of you, watching your eyes roll to the back of your head when he inserts another, your hips slowly whining with the rhythm he sets. Despite this lewd act, he looks at you with love, those puppy dog eyes telling you he’s sorry more than his words can, and he is going to please you until you believe him.

“You look so fucking angelic,” he murmurs, teasing your clit with his tongue. “I’d do anything for you, you know that, right?”

You bite your lip, unable to form a sentence as he increases the pace, your arousal coating his fingers as you let out broken moans. You’ve entered into a state of delirium, unable to hold back as the pleasure coils tightly in your stomach, winding and winding until it finally snaps. A cry tears from your throat as you fall over the edge, your back arching off the wall, his name mewls from your lips while he eats you with a fervor that leaves you breathless. He doesn’t stop until he’s satisfied, leaving you with one last lick before he slowly lets down your trembling leg.

When he finally rises, his face is flushed, lips glistening, eyes soft with something that almost feels like love— the way he used to look at you.

“I love you,” he whispers against your lips. “I promise to do better. Don’t give up on me.”

You want to believe him, you really do. Because in this moment, wrapped in the warmth of his body and the aftershocks of pleasure, he feels like the Mingyu you first fell in love with. Present. Gentle. All in.

“Are you still up for giving me some time tonight?” You kiss him softly.

“Of course, babe,” Mingyu says, grabbing your soap and the sponge, rewashing you. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”

It was more like you cleaned each other up, the comfort in silence meaning more than any conversation that could have been said. You let yourself hope—just a little, that he actually heard you, and things could change.

He leaves the bathroom before you do, promising to spend some time with you, and you begin your nightly routine, your heart swelling with a little more joy. You keep replaying the moment in the shower, where you connected with him, felt his sincerity, and your love for him deepened. You feel like you finally got your lover back.

It wasn’t even twenty minutes when you finished, coming out of the bathroom expecting him to be sitting up in bed and waiting for you with open arms. But instead, you stare at him with furrowed brows, finding him already asleep, clinging to the pillow that was meant to be yours.

Your heart sinks.

All the hope and ideas that you had for the rest of the night deflate out of you like a balloon. Another promise broken by Mingyu, color you shocked. Shaking your head, you slip into the other side of the bed, the anger you thought you had dissipated earlier rearing its ugly head again, stirring something deep within you. Did he think one fleeting moment where you had to beg to be loved like you wanted was enough to be forgiven and forgotten?

You curl towards the edge of the mattress and press your hands to your ears, trying to drown out the voices in your head, screaming at you to leave. Tonight was supposed to be a turning point, but somehow, it feels like the end.

Part 2

Thank you for reading <3 I would love to know what your thoughts are on this part of the series 🥺

✧･ﾟ: * heeseung

he comes home to find you on the couch, under a blanket, in total silence. the lights are off and the tv, which is normally playing reruns of your favorite dramas, is silent. oh no, he thinks, a sad smile on his face as he gently pulls back the blanket. you rest, asleep, with a line between furrowed brows, headache plaguing you even know. heeseung takes one finger, lightly running it down your forehead to the tip of your nose over and over in slow, soothing strokes until that angry line fades away. heeseung can tell you still hurt, even in your sleep. it leaves a certain pang in his heart. he wishes he could take your pain from you, but since he can't, he settles for what he thinks is next best. heeseung places a warm, tender kiss between your brows. then, he pulls the blanket back up and sits on the other end of the couch, electing to read a book. he stays close, as close as he can, so he can always be there for you.

✧･ﾟ: * jay

when you came home, stumbling through the front door, leaving your stuff in a messy heap to disappear into the room you shared, jay knew what was occurring. he takes the time to stop what he's doing and sort your things–shoes on the rack, bags on the hook, keys in the bowl on the table by the front door. next, he grabs a small glass of cold water and some pain medicine. jay slips into the bedroom, which you've left dark and unlit. he can barely make out your figure curled up on top of the covers. he places his things on the side table and sits beside you on the bed. he rubs his hand up and down your back, and frowns when you whimper. "take these," he whispers, helping you sit up. after you've taken your medicine, jay wraps you in his arms, pulling you both down. he selfishly savors how you feel, snuggling into the crook of his neck. how lucky he is to be able to hold you and help you whenever he can, he thinks, kissing your temple. whatever he can do for you, jay will.

✧･ﾟ: * jake

he knows something is up from the way you squint when you laugh too hard, or take a moment to stare at the food on your plate you merely pushed around. at one point, you’re mid conversation, stumbling you’re way through a story, when jake reaches over and places his hand on top of yours. you don’t need to say anything–his look tells you he cares, and jake watches as you slump your shoulders and sink into your chair. “i thought i could just… think it away.” jake makes sure to laugh softly–he knows noises make it worse. you both stand and he holds you close, hand cradling the back of your head with fingers massaging your scalp. he walks you back to your room, where he dims the lights and turns on the fan. he makes sure the blinds and the curtains are shut before tucking you in safe and secure. “i’m sorry about dinner,” you mumble, already relaxing. “it’s okay,” jake assures, smoothing your hair back out of your face. “let me take care of you.”

✧･ﾟ: * sunghoon

he feels awkward, not knowing whether to hold you or give you space, talk or stay silent. he feels like glass, and sunghoon knows you’re really the one in trouble, but he cares so much and overthinks everything he isn’t sure what to do. he’s so in his head, that when you call out to him from your spot on the couch, encapsulated in the cool darkness, that he jumps. “what’s wrong?” you ask, your voice low and tired. you’ve taken your medicine (he knows, he helped you), but sunghoon can tell you’re still in pain. he kneels beside you on the couch, taking one of your hands in both of his, holding them beneath his chin. “i love you so much, it hurts that i don’t know what to do.” painful honesty, but sunghoon feels relief when you smile, telling him to stay. he crawls onto the couch with you, a tight squeeze, but he feels better–and he’s certain you do too–with you firmly and safely in his arms.

✧･ﾟ: * sunwoo

it’s quiet in the car, aside from the air conditioning, sunoo parked it minutes ago, but you’re finally relaxed in your seat, eyes shut, head tucked onto your shoulder. he knows he needs to move you–don’t need to suffer a neck ache too. but after everything you went through? it warrants a small reprieve. “you don’t have to pretend,” he says, leaning over to move a strand of hair from your face. he kisses your forehead and whispers against your skin. “not with me, not ever.” you over a soft, albeit pained smile, looking up at sunoo through your lashes. his heart swells–you tried your hardest to make it through the evening and everything he had planned, but sunoo’s known you long enough–loved you long enough–to see through any facade you put up, no matter how shiny and pristine. sunoo smiles, kissing your cheek this time. he can feel you smile wider. “let’s get you safe inside, hm? i get to take care of you now.”

✧･ﾟ: * niki

As they got to know each other, he felt himself fall hard and fast. She was perfect. Not in how one thinks when they hear the word, but in how that worked for him. That made their relationship work through the lows as well as the highs. 

I love you slipped out of his mouth five months in. 

If that didn’t explain why he put himself through this boredom, nothing, else would at least not in a way that made sense. His members still sometimes looked at him crazy with how he felt about her and how he could only sometimes find the words to explain it in a coherent way.

“I promise to try not making this too boring for y’all. I can not, however promise it won’t be boring at all. My line of work has to have some pitfalls besides all that paperwork,” YN joked.

The entire room laughs. It’s not the funniest thing in the world, but the way she delivers it and the energy she exudes as a person gets to people. It’s why Jungkook lets out a laugh that’s a little too loud and draws the attention of those around him. And of YN, though she doesn’t look his way to make that clear. He just nose from the way she pauses for a second longer, and her smile widens. 

Embarrassed isn’t even the right word for him at the moment. Part of him wants to flee the room, but he stays in his seat. It helps that anyone who side eyes him switches to being shocked to see him there. Being identified as a member of BTS is what he can handle; being embarrassed is not, despite what his variety show content and the lives over the years might suggest.

To let the feeling pass, he focused on the stage. Well, on YN.

“For those who don’t know me, I’m YN LN, and I've been working at Heights Law for the last six or seven years,. We specialize in fair contracts for indie artists. From things with their label to tours, merchandise, the people they hire, and even contracts between members if it’s a group. About thirty-five percent of those we work with don’t even have a label they’re signed to and don’t want to. And then about twenty percent of our clients are more mainstream artists looking for the same services.

We don’t work with any sort of label because we feel it ties us to worrying too much about keeping on their good side when trying to figure things out. And while we are not on a mission to do anything that would be, for the lack of a better word, line crossing with the people we are trying to get to sign the contracts, our clients come first. That’s made us stand out in a way y’all may have heard about a time or two. I’d like to personally apologize for making you sit through articles about a certain label trying to screw over up and coming artist Minx and all the weird things that were honestly not so weird about her tour rider.”

Again laughter, but with some whispers and grumbles thrown in. That entire situation had everyone in the industry confused as hell, and for the last few months, they thought Minx was trying to be greedy until everything was settled and it was shown that all her asks weren’t as crazy as they’d seemed. Even Jungkook found himself looking at YN like she’d lost it with every new bit of information that was released. He’d asked her about it, but she gave him a look, and he had to wait out the outcome like everyone else. 

“And for this, I think Minx is the perfect situation to discuss. I mean, when else will you see how things can go when a former lawyer turned pop star wants to sign with the label she used to work for but knows all their tricks.”

That was all it took to have people enthralled. After everything settled, everyone still had a million questions about it, but they were still waiting for someone at the firm to answer them. Jungkook had the fortune of dating YN around the time, so he got her to tell him, and Minx had invited them somewhere and told him more. So, he knew everything.

Which meant he could just stare at her. He didn’t think of himself as the type to be much of a creepy person, even if him trying to run into her wasn’t a clear indication of that. That and that looking at her was one of his favorite pastimes. 

YNs cute.

He would and did use a million words to describe her. But the first thought in his brain when he saw her was how cute she was, and he felt his heart triple in size from that alone. Her genuine smile and soft features do a lot to counteract the fact that she’s only an inch shorter than me, which throws people off when they meet her and had only seen her face before.

Those legs of hers, when she wears heels, drive Jungkook absolutely feral. And he has to fight off the thought of them as his mind spirals. He focused instead on the light tint of pink pushing through the brown skin because of all the bright lighting, the way there’s a stray piece of hair not as curly as the rest that she swears isn’t from heat damage, and she can fix, the soft red of her lips, and the way every part of her body seems light and open as she talks about a subject she loves. A look he’s familiar with and is how he knows she looks at him. 

More than anything, Jungkook is sure that YN loves him as much as he loves her, and like a revelation, he knows how much that is. How much space that love takes up in him, to the point that sometimes it feels like it’s overflowing. Right now, it feels like it’s overflowing.

“Questions?”

That one word pulls him out of his head, but he looks at YN with a clarity he didn’t have a few minutes ago, let alone a few hours ago.

Someone clears their throat, but his eyes don’t leave her.

“Why not just go with what the label wanted? I mean, sure, Minx had the background, but that shouldn’t make her any different than any other artist. Should she not be thankful to get into the place twice on different sides of it?”

There was agreement in the crowd, but it died out quickly with everyone else's quietness drop quiet.

Despite the shift in vibes, there’s a smile on YN’s face. 

“Why do you think that? Is it because others don’t have that same knowledge? I can see how that could be seen as unfair because it is. But because she has the background,, she used it to help herself best,, which made it so we could best help her and those in the future. However, I can assure you that they changed their contract language a lot since then. Height and many other firms who deal with them and this kind of thing all saw a shift for the better and for the worst with them. So, while you may wonder why Minx didn’t simply take what she should be lucky to have gotten from them, I hope you’re settled by the fact that unless the rare thing happens. Someone else does the same thing, no one else will be able to give the insight on how to best make the next contract work for the client in the way she did.”

The response is assertive, sarcastic, and professionally annoyed. It doesn’t leave room for anyone to say anything that doesn’t make them look any more like an ass. But the man at the podium opens his mouth a few times to try and figure out what to say. In the end, he walks away from the mic with his head down. Jungkook is sure that if it weren’t for pride, he would walk out of the room altogether.

“Any more questions,” YN said after a moment.

There’s one that Jungkook has. One he needs answered, but he finds himself glued to his seat.

Several people go up and ask their questions, all of them better than the first one, though some of them toe the line. There are also a few that Jungkook would deem flirting, but they don’t bother him. Not with the thoughts swarming around in his head.

Before he knows it, she answers the last question, and everyone is dismissed. A few linger to talk, but with this day being so packed, everyone wants to rush off to the next talk or event happening.

He sits in the seat for about fifteen minutes before she walks up to him, and when she puts her hand on his shoulder, he looks up at her startled, even though he watched her approach him.

“Ready to go?”

Jungkook’s mouth opens and closes as he stares at her. He feels all over the place, but none of it’s uncertainty or doubt.

“I have a question,” he managed.

“Huh?”

“I have a question. I didn’t get the chance to ask it in there. I was… I’m nervous to ask it, and I couldn’t do it in there.”

YN frowned. “You can always ask me anything, my love. No need to be nervous about it. Plus, I’m sure yours is better than some of the bullshit I get asked in general when it comes to work.”

For a moment, Jungkook says nothing. All he can do is stare at her and try to keep his breathing normal. The latter is the hardest part, but YN takes his hand in hers and squeezes it tight.

Taking a breath, he gets to his feet, takes both of her hands in his, and stares into her eyes. He’s more than sure about what he has to say.

“Will you marry me?”

“Yes.”

Question nor answer was said with any hesitation. However, Jungkook could tell that YN was still trying to process what was happening. He was too, but that wasn’t important now.

After a second, Jungkook released one of her hands, and with the other firm in his grasp, he led her out of the room. He hears her ask a question, but it doesn’t fully register in his brain. All his focus is on weaving through the crowd of people and out the door of the convention center. The place isn’t as isolated as some can be, so he walked past the parking lot where his car is and made his way past the hotel they were staying at.

“Where are we going?”

“Jungkook?”

“Jay?”

There’s a loud exhale too, but Jungkook paid it no mind. He’s on a mission. 

“For goodness sake, Kookie.”

YN matches his pace though she’s clearly confused by what the hell is happening. He knew he should say something, but couldn’t find his words just yet, so he kept walking until ten minutes later, they were in front of a popular celebrity-use jewelry store.

A few of the things he bought for himself and others - YN included - were from here, so he had a code that they gave him to get in. The door buzzed them in, and the moment that they walked in, there was a person there and ready to help. Though it might not be obvious to most, it was clear from the knowing smile on the woman’s face she knew what was up. 

Didn’t stop Jungkook from being so flustered, though. 

“Hi. Engagement rings. I mean, we would like to see engagement rings.”

Without a word, she directed them to the back of the store. They followed close behind her, and when they entered the room, she’s taking them to another person is setting down a tray of rings, with others sitting on a cart behind him.

Yeah, she knew.

Once everything is on the table, the man leaves, and they’re directed to sit. The woman who welcomed them stands on the other side of the table.

“This is a collection of all the rings we sell in the store. Though there are others, we can have custom made if what you see in front of you isn’t the right fit or you want a mix of styles. There’s a mix of the traditional sort and the non-traditional. Some are even without diamonds. Please, take your time to look through them and see if something catches your eye.”

Then she’s gone, and all the sound goes with her.

“We’re doing this?”

“You asked me.”

“True.”

Jungkook finally turns and looks at her, and despite all the nerves he’s feeling about if she’ll take it back, there’s a smile on her face. And a lack of anxiety like what’s going through him. Though he can tell, she’s a little thrown off by it all.

“I did. And I want to.”

“Then we better start looking, yeah?”

“Yeah.”

All the tension that was once there leaves the room, and they both turn their attention to the hundreds of rings in front of them. It’s an overwhelming site, but they dive into them. Jungkook tries to get YN to try some on, but she says that she doesn’t want to just yet, so they set them on the empty tray right in front of them. 

Each one feels perfect to Jungkook, but not right. More of the diamond rings that look how he’s used to seeing American engagement rings look like end up on the tray, which isn’t much of a shock with YN’s usual preferences.

A tray marked as morganite is second to last, and Jungkook almost avoids it, but then one ring calls to him. His eyes zone in on it, and he reaches for it just as YN gasps. His neck nearly breaks when he turns to look at her, but the slight pain means nothing as he follows her gaze to the ring he was reaching for.

Without another thought, he picks it up, takes her hand, and slides it into place. Though it’s a little loose, it fits her finger. The oval champagne colored gem is on a white gold band and surrounded on either side with diamonds that fan out, almost like leaves on the stem of a flower. They wrap perfectly around her finger and stop before they reach the palm side. Everything about it is YN. Is them.

“Perfection,” YN whispered.

“Yeah.”

And like the whirlwind that this was, Jungkook was happy to find that they had the same ring, the right size, on the premises, and he paid for it right then and there. It only left YN’s finger so they could clean it, and then it was on again.

They walked out of the room, and both were on a cloud. All those nerves Jungkook felt before were gone, but something else replaced it.

“I guess we have a wedding to plan. I can’t imagine when we’d even have it,” YN said.

“Now.”

Not the least bit startled, she turned to him with a raised brow. 

“Now?”

“I… I don’t know. Maybe?”

Silence sat between them for what felt like forever, and then YN turned her attention back to the jeweler.

Usually, the sight of Hyunjin would be all it took to make you forget about anything that happened, but you figure even he has his limits. All you feel when you see him are tears — it’s like a million different images flash in front of you — of his hands stroking your back, of you crying into his shoulder. Regardless, this is the third time in the week you’ve bothered him with such antics, so you swallow the lump in your throat and approach a focused Hyunjin, reading a book and sitting on the couch.

“Hey love…” You say dully, pulling his attention onto you as you take off your jacket.

“Hey sweetheart!” Hyunjin chimes, his voice trailing off when he notices your expression. You sometimes find yourself marveled by how expressive he is. His eyebrows scrunch ever so slightly, it’s as if he’s compelling his body to fall into a gentle space, a space he seems to understand you require.

“Is everything alright?” Hyunjin asks, keeping the confidence in his voice intact, because he’s well aware of what gets you to open up easily.

Sometimes you wish he wasn’t, because every ounce of energy you’d put into maintaining your façade unravels when you look into his eyes.

Tears roll down your cheeks, and you seem to not notice anything other than everything crashing down on you. Soft sobs echo throughout the room, and you vaguely feel Hyunjin’s hands guiding you to the sofa, engulfing you in his embrace and keeping you there. He combs his fingers through your hair, rocking you back and forth.

Everything he does soothes you, yet you can’t stop crying. 

You wonder how Hyunjin ended up with you. Seeing as to how you end up being the last option for everyone you encounter, it feels surreal to know that a man so kind, graceful, so… out of your league feels such unconditional love towards you.

“Sweetie,” Hyunjin cups your cheeks and makes you look at him when you start hyperventilating, his hands being gentle yet firm enough to force you out of your dizzy state. “Look at me, and breathe — Yes, just like that.” He smiles sadly when you follow his instructions and close your eyes, trying to calm yourself down. But it’s like your body refuses to co-operate, because you end up crying for half an hour straight, snuggling into Hyunjin’s shoulder and letting out everything you’ve been holding back all this while.

You’re pretty sure his sleeve is drenched and that you’ve effectively ruined his favorite sweater, but Hyunjin isn’t even focused on that — it’s like every little sob from you shatters his heart more, and he wishes he could do more than just hold you. He wishes he could change the people who make you want to cry like this.

When your sobs finally die down to little sniffles, Hyunjin pats your hair slowly. Your eyes are puffy and your nose is red, and your breathing still hasn’t evened out.

“Come with me.” Hyunjin says and doesn’t wait for your response before lifting you off the couch. On a bright sunny day, you’d protest — you’d laugh, try to kick yourself out of his embrace, do anything to get him to giggle. But right now, all you can do is let him maneuver his way to the balcony. All the while, you’ve found peace in his shoulder, and never want to lift your head from it and experience this harsh world once again.

He seats you down on a chair and sits down next to you. You want to whine about the loss of his embrace, but he immediately holds your hand, delicately playing with your fingers and running his thumb along the back of it.

Stargazing has always been one of your favorite activities to calm down. Something about the calm view of the sky, and a million stars twinkling about them as though they’re all silently encouraging you to cheer up makes you feel warm and fuzzy on the inside. A soft, barely present smile pulls at your lips, and Hyunjin would’ve definitely missed it if his eyes weren’t on you the whole time.

You’re pretty sure you look like a mess right now, with your eyes all puffy and your hair matted and ruffled, but Hyunjin looks at you like the single most beautiful thing to ever exist. A small part of you feels bad for worrying him so much.

“Do you wanna talk about what happened?” He asks, tightening his grip on your hand reassuringly. You could go on for ages about how gentle Hyunjin was when it comes to you, but right now all you can do is, stare at the night sky and give yourself something to focus on other than the raging emotions inside you.

“I…” You begin reluctantly, and Hyunjin wraps his hands around you, leaning into your embrace, trying everything he can to comfort you. He kisses your cheek and coaxes you to continue. “Hm?”

“I-It’s stupid…”

“Not if it’s affecting you like this, sweetie. What did we discuss before? We don’t downgrade our experiences, right? Whatever you feel is valid. You don’t have to tell me if you don’t want to, but never consider your problems to be stupid.”

You sigh, snuggling into his embrace.

“I don’t know, I guess I’m tired of being everyone’s last choice?”

Hyunjin only hums, running his hand along your arm soothingly.

“It’s like… Even before this job, even before college, I always tried to be friendly, I always tried to fix everything wrong or annoying about me, and yet I’d either get taken advantage of or end up being left alone.” 

You sigh, continuing.

“I just… I guess I’m tired and I don’t know what’s wrong with me, you know? If everyone I’ve met seems to not think of me genuinely, seems to never feel the same amount of attachment I feel for them, then surely I must be wrong with something right? Yet no matter what I do to try and be a better person, it feels like I can’t rid myself off of the ‘last option’ nametag.”

Hyunjin places a soft kiss onto your shoulder at that, humming and allowing you to speak your mind more. He always found a way to get you comfortable — it was just the way his aura worked. You never felt like you’d be judged for saying what was on your mind.

“I know that half of it is just my own anxiety and that most of the people who make me feel this way would disagree, but I could state off multiple instances where half my friends would clearly neglect me once they found someone ‘better’ And I know it’s not their duty to make sure I don’t feel anxious and don’t think that way, but it still hurts.”

“Then that’s no friend, Y/N.” Hyunjin replies. “A good friend, a true friend, would never leave you like this.”

“But every single person?” You ask, feeling the tears roll down your cheeks again.

“Not every single person. Our mind often makes us see only the worst of things when we feel sad or depressed, but there are so many people who cherish you for who you are.” Hyunjin pulls you into his lap and lets you lie on his shoulder, fingers rubbing soft circles on your skin. “Me, for instance. When we were just friends, would you have ever said I made you feel that way?”

“Never.” You answer immediately. Hyunjin had not once made you feel left out when you were friends. You consider Hyunjin’s friend group to be fairly large, and even once your relationship started, he managed to find a way to spend equal time with both his friends and with you.

“Then you have your answer.” Hyunjin smiles at you. You feel your heart flutter at the sight. His eyes hold more stars than the sky above you right now, his expression conveying everything words could never put together. You’ve never felt as loved as you feel right now.

“See, Y/N.” Hyunjin intertwines your fingers together. “The only thing you can truly control in this world is the way you act and the way you carry yourself, at least in a social setting. The way people perceive you, no matter what anyone says, is not something you can control to an extent greater than some basic level.”

You nod, allowing him to continue.

“You could do everything right. You could be the best human being to ever exist, you could do everything good that you possibly can for a person — but if they still choose to perceive you in bad ways? It’s not something you can control, really. They’re just dimwits for letting their jealousy, or their ill conceived notions ruin an amazing friendship.” You feel yourself smile when he kisses your cheek. “And I can say from personal experience, that you are a wonderful person to be friends with.”

You hum, unable to speak anything due to warm feeling in your chest. You hold him tightly, afraid that letting go would somehow dissolve this moment, and take you back to the cold tears of sadness.

“You can’t control the way people think, Y/N, but what you can control is how much you attach yourself to them, and how much you expose yourself to them. I know it isn’t easy when you see each other every single day, but it’s a step you need to take.”

“Mhm,” You hum in understanding. “I get you. It seems like the most logical way, but like you said, it’s… so hard to execute it.”

“Well, then take it slow, sweetie. No one’s forcing you, nor do you have a deadline to meet.” The darkness of the night is comforting, in a way, especially when you have your favorite person speaking the sweetest things to you. 

“One step at a time, yeah? You can start slow by trying to distance yourself from them and then work on not feeling hurt when you see them abandon you like that. Okay?” He asks. 

You take a deep breath, trying to process everything that happened. “Okay, I get you.” 

Perhaps things weren’t so bad after all. 

No matter what happened, you were sure Hyunjin would always be by your side. And that was something to be happy about, even if it felt like the world crumbled around you, because in the end, he’d always be there.

𝗔𝗨𝗧𝗛𝗢𝗥'𝗦 𝗡𝗢𝗧𝗘: Hey guys! It’s been a long time since I’ve written, so please excuse the rusty writing. Also I’m sure the advice Hyunjin gives here could possibly not be the best advice, but I wrote this fic in a time where i was sad and felt everyone around me hated me, but i’ve been working on trying to not feel that way. regardless, if anyone feels this way, know that if you’re worrying about being a bad person, then you probably aren't. We all make mistakes, and we become a better version of ourself every single day. Peace out <3

“I know exactly what you want and how you want it.”

You find it hard to keep your eyes focused on San as he squeezes and kneads your ass, long tongue curling deep inside of you. Seonghwa’s voice rattled about in your head as he crept up behind you, fingers curled around your throat, claws grazing against the skin ever so slightly. The lingerie that you wore for them is nearly ruined, only some wayward pieces covering one of your nipples, your panties moved aside carelessly as San ate you out. You open your mouth to challenge Seonghwa, but all that falls out is a moan, your thick thighs nearly closing around San’s head, had he not have had a firm grip on them, keeping them spread.

“Oh no, Honey. Don’t close them. Let’s see everything.” Seonghwa pressed himself against your back, the heat of his body sending a pleasured chill down yours as you feel his cock settled against your ass. You arch your back, eager to feel more of him, heart thumping at the size and weight settled subtly against you. Seonghwa chuckled and lightly tightened his grip on your neck, pushing two fingers into your mouth at the small gasp you let out.

“Look at that, you’re practically drooling, baby. I figured I’d give you something to fill that mouth.” Seonghwa hummed, smiling in approval at the way your tongue twisted and curled around the long digits.

You couldn’t move your own arms, since they had been secured behind your back with leather straps that kept them bound at your forearms. Your breath hitches as San’s tongue curls again and you buck upwards, only to jolt as two sharp cracks snapped in the air. Pain bloomed against your thighs and Seonghwa smiled as your tongue pushed against his fingers.

You looked down, finding their spade-tipped tails caressing the spots they struck previously, the stinging sensation making you clench around San’s tongue more.

“Ah ah. I told you to keep your hips still, didn’t I, darling?” Seonghwa pouted, pushing his fingers in and out of your mouth as San moved his hand, rubbing your clit as he drug his claws down your ass, leaving marks in his wake before he planted a hard slap to it. You look back at Seonghwa, eyes pleading.

A devilish smirk fills his face, the horns on his head a deep magenta color to match his eyes. He leans forward, kissing your stuffed and parted lips.

“I-It’s hard to keep still when he-fuck!” You arch up, clenching around San and pulling at the restraints as he curled his tongue. Your eyes rolled ever so slightly, thighs twitching so slightly, but not closing fully. San’s eyes twinkled, crimson and full of mischief, ready to strike your thighs again if you didn’t catch yourself. You did, ignoring the teasing disappointed purr that vibrated against your core as Seonghwa picked you up unceremoniously.

You and San both let out sounds of disapproval, and you felt yourself aching for more, but Seonghwa only pressed a kiss to your head, motioning for San to get up. He licked his lips, tongue elongated and pierced right in the center. You follow the motion with your eyes and then realize Seonghwa is still holding you, your legs spread wide as he held you under the crook of your knees.

Despite previously sitting on San’s face, you feel embarrassment and a sense of shyness flood over you as San approaches.

“Put me d-down. I’m heavy.” You mumble, unable to hide your face away from San’s gaze. Both incubi chuckle and Seonghwa responds by casually handing you over to San, kneeling before the both of you.

“Honey, we’re strong. You think that bothers us?” He tilted his head, dragging his tongue between your folds. He ripped what was left of your lingerie off, growling subtly the moment he tasted you on his tongue. You feel your fingers twitch, the phantom urge to run your fingers in his hair and hold him flush against your pussy strong. Seonghwa must have noticed, grinning seductively, his fangs prominent as he moved his head away from your lower lips, dragging them along the soft skin of your thigh.

“Fuck!” You swear as a wet slap sounds off in the room. Seonghwa’s teeth latched onto your thigh, biting firmly, but not enough to break the skin as he took turns teasing your pussy with long circular motions to your clit before planting a slap across it, chuckling at the way you bucked and squirmed in San’s arms.

“Hyung she smells delicious.” San purred, nose buried into the crook of your neck, his own teeth grazing against your pulse. Seonghwa smiles, watching the way you trembled, a thin bead of precum dribbling out of you as you clenched and unclenched.

“Because she’s waiting for something. I think we’ve teased our darling enough, right? Do you want more?” Seonghwa inquired, looking up at you. You don’t meet his eyes, shyness, and lust flooding your senses at the treatment and being held so openly. Seonghwa sighs and lifts his hand.

‘Smack’

“AH! S-Seonghwa!”

“I said, I think we’ve teased our darling enough. Do you want more?”

“Yes! Yes, fuck, please, I want more, please -”

He smiled and reached below you, stroking San, purring.

“Lift her higher San.” He instructed, smiling at the flustered noise that left your throat as San effortlessly rose your body higher, cock thick and rigid as Seonghwa angled him just right. The head of his cock pressed against your entrance and slowly, San lowered you onto his dick, kissing your pulse as you let your head roll back onto his shoulder.

Where Seonghwa was the lengthier of the two incubi, San was the girthier, his cock stretching you just right.

“Can’t even close your mouth, princess? Does he feel that good?” Seonghwa hummed, long tongue running out to lap at San’s balls, unperturbed as San began thrusting up into you, his own eyes closed as he finally felt enveloped in your clenching heat.

“Y-Yes, Sannie you feel-fuck-” you can barely finish the sentence as Seonghwa licks up from San’s balls, past the base of his cock, to latch onto your clit. His hands tighten on your thighs, growling in your ear about how much of a perfect fit you were for him, all while Seonghwa rolled his tongue along the bud.

“Don’t close your eyes, baby. Watch every second of it.” Seonghwa purrs from beneath the two of you, one clawed hand drawing shapes in the air before you noticed he’d summoned a mirror across from you.

You feel your breath catch as you watch your own reflection, legs spread wide as San held you, and you realized, more than you usually do, how small you were. The veins along San’s arms bulged as he rocked in and out of you, smiling over your shoulder as he kissed your temple.

“Look at that. Look at how beautiful you are.”

You whimper, eyes fluttering as the head of his cock just barely brushed against your g spot, Seonghwa’s tongue alternating between persistent sucks and slow, teasing licks that he treated both you and San to. The occasional growl and curse from San made you look away from yourself on the reflection and look downwards, watching as Seonghwa fondled San’s balls with one hand, the other pressing two fingers teasingly against San’s rim.

San’s hips stutter as he feels the intrusion, but it is in no way unwelcome, if the way he reaffirmed his grip on your thighs was anything to go by, his tempo changing to a slower one. The two of them were really trying to be your undoing, it seemed, bringing you right to the edge before pulling you right back.

“M-My arms. Let me-” You plead weakly through your moans, but both men hear you loud and clear. A wave of Seonghwa’s tail and the straps are gone. You bring them around and reach down, holding Seonghwa’s head against your pussy like you’d wanted to do since he’d placed himself between your legs. He purred and pressed his tongue in alongside San’s cock, magenta eyes boring into yours as you arched up.

“Fuck-” San grits behind you, clenching around Seonghwa’s fingers as he thrust faster, fangs sinking into your shoulder to muffle his own desperate groans. The twist and curl of the older incubi’s long tongue mixed with your gripping heat and the fingers stretching him methodically.

“Seonghwa! D-don’t stop please, yes yes yes~ San!” You barely have the time to be flustered at your own voice as San’s hips never slow. You pull Seonghwa’s hair a lot harder than intended, your thighs flexing at the pleasure before you feel the coil in the pit of your stomach snap. You cum with a loud cry, whimpering as you feel Seonghwa pull his tongue out. You keep his head close, hoping to urge him to keep his tongue inside when you feel heat rush inside of you. A shudder makes you shake as you feel San’s cum fill you.

Seonghwa smirks and looks away from your face, watching the way San’s cock worked itself in and out of you, now covered in telltale milky white.

San’s hips didn’t slow for another minute or so, and then he finally let your shoulder go, a mark definitely going to be left in his wake. He panted, lips pressing against it as he took a moment to let you catch your breath.

“Are you okay, my love?” he hummed, not even slightly winded. It made you feel a bit self-conscious, but it was to be expected. He was an incubi, after all.

“I..I’m okay.” you nod and turn around, kissing San slowly before you look down at Seonghwa, unthreading your fingers from his hair. Seonghwa looked up, head slowly tilting as if he were thinking before a devilish smile spread across his face, accompanied by his tongue dragging across his fangs.

“So, you’re ready for me, yes?”

You clench without realizing it and San chuckles, setting you down on the bed. There’s a shuffle and you’re being maneuvered around again, a pillow placed underneath your hips as Seonghwa appeared in your view from the other side of the bed.

You two hold each other’s gaze as Seonghwa crawls up, shoulders shifting with every move. Just like San, it makes you feel small as Seonghwa kisses up from your ankle all the way up to your pussy, now leaking with both San and your cum. Seonghwa sits up on his knees, making sure the pillow is settled comfortably underneath you. You smile at the sentiment, watching San crawl over to him to lube him up.

It was a shameless excuse to stroke Seonghwa’s cock, and every single one of you knew it. They could create their own aphrodisiac-like lube at will, there was no need for it, but you weren’t complaining, watching and listening to the lewd sound of San’s hand working up and down Seonghwa’s dick.

The two of them kissed fiercely, a bead of precum rolling from Seonghwa’s cock before it mixed with the lube in San’s fist. You feel yourself ache at the sight, feeling self-conscious as a thick bead of San’s cum slowly rolls out of you, rolling between your folds and disappearing between your cheeks.

Both of them turn their gazes to you, crimson and magenta eyes watching the sight before San lets Seonghwa go. Both of their lips were kiss swollen and puffy as Seonghwa scooted forward, purring as San guided his cock to your entrance.

“You’re making a mess, Y/n.”

“You s-say that like there won't be a bigger mess later.”

Both of them seem pleased with the retort, and your eyes flutter ever so slightly as you feel Seonghwa fill you. Your lips part, a small moan leaving them as Seonghwa slowly rolled his hips, watching every inch of your body with an affectionate gaze.

Bathed in neon red from your led lights, but Seonghwa still took time to trace and thumb the stretch marks on your hips. San kisses up the soft expanse of your stomach, catching your hands when you try to self consciously pull him up. A deep crimson gaze meets yours as San continues kissing up your body.

He stops at your nipples, pinching and rolling one, lightly toying with the piercing as he curled his tongue around the other. Another moan falls from your lips as you feel your eyes flutter closed, back arching up.

Everywhere the two of them touched and kiss felt like a pleasurable fire, and part of you wanted to pull San up by the hair, but you resisted the urge, enjoying the feeling as he teased your nipples.

The slap of Seonghwa’s hips against your ass and thighs got more rhythmic and loud as he found a steadier tempo, rubbing your clit with his thumb as he admired the lewd sight below both of you.

“San really did make a mess of you, didn’t he, Y/n? I can still feel a considerable amount of his cum inside of you, from the way you’re clenching…are you trying to milk me too?”

Your eyes crack open and you can barely recognize your own voice at this point as Seonghwa chuckles, meeting your gaze with an amused one of his own. You feel San purring against your chest, popping off of your nipple with a small, wet sound, looking down at you.

“Feeding us incubi well, hm?”

You swat at him in embarrassment, missing after you feel Seonghwa lightly pinch your clit, hips snapping down at just the right moment.

“Ah!” A sharp cry escapes your throat and you watch San lift himself off the bed as Seonghwa keeps the pace, smiling as San gently cupped and caressed your throat.

You look upside down, almost going cross-eyed as San’s cock, still covered in both you and his cum, stood before you. He ran his thumb over your throat before tapping twice, and without anything needing to be said, you open your mouth, moaning quietly as he slid himself into it.

“Such a good little cock sleeve, you didn’t even need to be told.”

You swallow sharply, clenching in excitement at the deep rumble from San. the move earns you another pleasurable pinch and roll from Seonghwa, his thrusts rocking your body from the power behind it. You arch higher, and Seonghwa wraps an arm around you, holding you still as San slowly fucked your mouth.

Inch by inch, slowly San pressed deeper until he was fully down your throat, keeping you there as he leaned over your body to kiss Seonghwa. Drool runs out of your lips as you hear them sloppily kissing above you, hands running along your body, caressing and clawing at you as they kept you pinned.

San occasionally pulls out of your throat to let you breathe, chuckling and looking down with a faux pout at the tears that rolled down your cheeks from the stretch. You look blissed-out, even tilting your chin up with your mouth open to urge him to slide back inside, to fill you again.

Seonghwa pauses at one point, ignoring your disappointed whimper as he pulls out. Before you can complain, ask him why he stopped, he flips you over, sinking back into you and grabbing hold of your hips.

“I just wanted to help out, since our sloppy little slut is drooling all over herself.” He hums, his pace much less like his own and more like San’s jackrabbit fucking from earlier. Your eyes widen and you tug at the sheets, throwing your head back as Seonghwa fucks you. San’s cock brushes against your cheek as he tilts your chin up.

You press kisses and kitten licks to it, the pleasure nearly overwhelming as San watches you.

“Look at her, about to cry. Does it feel that good? Hm?” he cups your jaw and your mouth falling open to welcome him back into your mouth. San is careful not to hurt you, but he’s certainly not as slow with his thrusts as before, fucking your mouth and throat and watching your face closely as he held your chin in his hand.

Tears well up in your eyes, your tongue out and curled. You can taste his precum, feel him twitching hard on your tongue as you pressed it against the thick vein at the underside of San’s cock.

Seonghwa’s normal purrs and casual teasing had melted into pleasured sighs and groans. With a glance to the left, you can see your reflections in the mirror.

San’s dark gaze on your face, his balls slapping against your chin as he fucked your throat, one hand cupping the back of your head while the other held your chin and jaw in place. Seonghwa’s hard grip on your hips, claws digging into your skin ever so slightly as beads of sweat rolled down his body. His spade-tipped tail wrapped around one of your large thighs while he groaned loud, head tilting back.

He was close. Honestly, so were you.

Gleaming tattoos had appeared on both of their bodies the closer they got to their orgasms, pulsing crimson and magenta in the neon red lighting of your room.

“Like looking at your reflection, baby? Should we make a mess out of you so you can see yourself like that too?” San growled. You turn your gaze up to him and nod, tear tracks staining your cheeks as you swallow as much as you can around him.

“F-fuck-”

His hips stutter, unable to look away from your eyes as he held you still, thrusting faster. You gag, brows twitching ever so slightly, but the feeling is wonderful as San growls out your name, cumming hard. He seems to remember partway through that he promised a mess, so he pulled out before finishing, thick ropes of cum landing over your nose, lips, and your tongue as you panted, looking up at him in a pleasured daze.

Seonghwa doesn't give him time to admire his work, however, hooking your arms in his and pulling you upwards onto your knees, growling as he rocked up into you. A scream of ecstasy tears from your used throat and you let your head rest on Seonghwa’s shoulder, body jiggling as he groaned behind you.

“Y-Y/n~ Fuck, just like that, keep clenching-” a deep purr rumbled in your ear as Seonghwa cums, grinding deeply, milking himself as you clench tighter, cumming with a scream. His grip on your arms tightens as you nearly fall forward, body shaking from the force of the second orgasm.

You sob, overstimulated and vision blurring as Seonghwa slowly lets you go. San catches you so you don't fall forward fully and Seonghwa chuckles, caressing your ass as you panted.

“Uh oh, I think we lost her.” San snickers, gently licking your cheek of some of his cum.

Seonghwa looks down at the mess you both made on his cock as he pulled out, humming and picking you up and setting you in his lap. He set his head on your shoulder, looking over at the mirror as he caressed your shaking and trembling thighs.

“Look.”

You look over, blushing as you see the lewd image looking back at you, your chest rising and falling hard as San’s cum still sat across most of your face. You look down at your body, whimpering at the telltale thick white pearls of cum that kept running out of your lips. You jolt slightly as Seonghwa rubs your lips before spreading them lewdly, giving you an even better look.

“Catch your breath, you did well.” Seonghwa praises, chuckling at the sleepy way you blink at him in your reflection. San waves a hand, the neon red LEDs turning back to their usual white color as he disappeared from the room. In the distance, you can hear water running and mumble in protest.

“I hope you don’t expect me to walk after that.”

“No, no.” Seonghwa chuckles and kisses the apple of your cheek. “Just relax. We’ll take care of the rest. You did so well for us.” He reaffirms, pushing his messy fingers into his own mouth. You watch him for a moment before closing your eyes.

“...thank you.”

Seonghwa chuckles and picks you up as San pokes his head back in the room.

“No, thank you.”

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“Alright, Chris. Move Suri into her enclosure and then you can switch off with Hoseok and take your lunch break.”

Chan nodded, laughing to himself as he noticed the pregnant wombat in question lazily lounging on her favorite rock. She noticed him approaching and slowly rose to her feet, heading in the complete opposite direction. 

“No, no. Over here, girl.” He stood in front of her, gently nudging and corralling her towards her enclosure. He could feel his phone blowing up in his back pocket, but he let it be for the time being, making sure Suri followed his guidance.

Once she was secured away in her enclosure, he nodded to his leader, washing his hands before he began walking to go clock out. 

Chan popped his headphones in, checking his messages and arching a brow when he saw three separate chats with notifications. One from each of his lovers, and one from the group chat the three of you share. 

“What on earth…?” He trailed off and opened the one that came from you first, nearly tripping over himself as sound flooded into his headphones. 

Vibrations, buzzing rather loudly, to be honest, but not nearly as loud as the moans falling from your lips as you held the wand between your legs. Chan scrambled to press his back against a wall to ensure no one was behind him while he watched with wide eyes. 

He could see the pair of panties he considered to be his favorite on you hanging onto your calf as you spread your legs. Your other lover’s button-up and tie just barely covered your breasts as it lay open, shifting with every move you made. 

The video was short, it ended before Chan got to see if you finished or not, but he could see now why his phone had gone off. He checked the single message he’d gotten from your lover, Sangyeon, and laughed. 

‘DID SHE SEND YOU A VIDEO TOO?!’

“Oh, so it’s that type of day, huh?” 

He checked the groupchat and saw the rest of the messages. 

There were some nudes left by you, some more artistic than others. 

Every day, Chan thanked your photography interests more and more. 

Across town, Sangyeon sat at his desk, leg bouncing a mile a minute as he glanced back and forth at the clock. 

‘Y/n, I’m at WORK, baby. What did we say about being naughty like this?’-SY

‘I don’t seem to recall…Hm. Did you not like it? Should I just send it to Chan next time?’-Y/N

Sangueon felt his brow twitch ever so slightly, putting his phone away when he noticed a coworker walking by. He sent them a friendly smile before he brought his phone up, fingers flying over the keyboard. 

‘You know damn well that’s not what I meant-’-SY

‘I’ll be sure to thank you for the gift when I get home, kitten’-CH

Sangyeon’s lips quirked, eyes moving over to the desk calendar he had beside his monitor, it was Friday. Both he and Chan had the weekend off and if his memory served, you’d requested this weekend off as well to head to an art exhibit on Saturday and eat out for dinner on Sunday.

If things kept going this way, Sangyeon wasn’t sure you three would even make it to dinner. 

As soon as the thought crossed his mind, another message blipped into the chat. Thankfully, he didn’t have to scramble to mute it like the first, since it was a GIF. Sangyeon was still grateful for having the hindsight to turn his brightness down the moment he’d opened the first message from you, since the GIF was also porn. 

It was intimate, a POV shot of a woman deepthroating her partner while making eye contact with him just out of frame, her lips stretched around his shaft in a way that made Sangyeon stir in his suit slacks. 

It had been a while since you three had done something intimate since you were all busy with work and exhausted, using most of your time together at home to make dinners or cuddle. 

He’d be lying if he said his mind wasn’t already wandering, wishing he could close his eyes and be home, cupping the back of your head and praising you just the way you liked while Chan leaned over the back of the chair, accent intoxicating as he unbuttoned his shirt, nails dragging down his chest-

Uh oh. Almost forgot where he was. 

Sangyeon cleared his throat and straightened up. 

‘I want us to do this.’-Y/N

‘We can talk more about what we’re going to do ALL WEEKEND to thank you for the lovely gifts after we get off. Chan and I still have 3 hours left.’-SY

Sangyeon watched the little three typing dots pop up and disappear multiple times, but the longer it went without a response, the more he knew the two of them were in danger. As if reading his mind, Chan sent his own message after minute three of the dots popping up. 

‘Uh oh.’CH

As if waiting for one of you to respond, the message came through seconds after Chan’s. It was a video different from the first, with you in front of the mirror, working a toy they’d both gotten you for your last birthday in and out of yourself. Sangyeon’s grip was white-knuckled on the phone as he stared, watching the toy glisten from both the lube and your juices. He couldn’t hear anything since he’d turned the volume down after accidentally opening the first video, but Chan’s message confirmed what he’d thought. 

‘Babe the sound- That’s just unfair-’CH

‘I hope you like the gifts, see you when you get home~’ Y/N

The videos and pictures were just enough to keep both Chan and Sangyeon’s minds running, with you being merciful enough to leave them with just those for the time being. Sangyeon got off of work first, politely avoiding conversations from his coworkers as he headed straight down to the parking garage. Once he’d gotten into his car, he’d loosened his tie, jaw tight as he’d called you. 

The phone rang a few times, his foot tapping before it ended, your cheerful voice sounding off from the other side of the receiver. 

“Hello~ Are you on your way home~?”

“I have to pick up Chris first. Once I do, we’ll figure out what to do with you for your ‘gifts’.” 

You laugh to yourself, crossing your legs as you looked up at the ceiling. 

“Could you hurry?”

Before Sangyeon could respond, there was a telltale click. His lips twitched for a moment and he contemplated calling you right back before he set his phone in the dock, starting the car, and headed out of the garage to pick up Chan, mind quietly working on all of the things he’d plan for the weekend.

Once outside of the zoo, Sangyeon sent Chan a message alerting him of his arrival, unable to help himself and scrolling back up to the videos you’d sent earlier. He was aware it was a bit irresponsible to be looking at something so inappropriate while he was technically in public, but he’d banished the thought as soon as it arose the moment he heard your sweet voice drift into his ears. 

That’s where Chan found him minutes later, his hand over his mouth to hide the small, pleased smile on his face and his cock undeniably hard in his slacks. He laughed as he got into the car, startling Sangyeon for a moment before he sent him a smile and greeted him with a kiss. 

“What’s so funny?” The eldest huffed half-heartedly, waiting for Chan to buckle up. Chan’s lips quirked, waiting for Sangyeon to pull off and begin driving before he spoke. 

“You looked ready to jump through the screen. It’s as arousing as it is amusing, Hyung.” he teased. Sangyeon let out a small laugh, unable to deny the statement. Chan himself glanced at his bulge before he leaned over the center console. 

“Did she get you that worked up? You look like you’re ready to burst out of your pants.” He hummed, reaching to palm his cock. Sangyeon growled quietly and Chan smiled to himself, squeezing and stroking him through his pants. 

“Are you going to be a brat like our kitten, too?”

“Me? Never. I just want to talk about how we’re going to fold her in half, Hyung. You look real pent up right now. Your jaw is all tight and everything. What’s on your mind? Thinking of her in the spreader bars, her favorite tail plug in while she shakes her hips for us, trying to get us to fuck her? Or did you want to get the blindfold tonight? Make our little brat guess which one of us has her bent over the arm of the couch from the shape of our cock alone?” 

Sangyeon’s grip on the wheel tightened even more, glancing at Chan out of the corner of his eye as he drove. His partner smiled back at him, squeezing the base of his cock as he tilted his head. 

With his eyes back on the road, Sangyeon spoke, his voice strained as he resisted the urge to press up into his hand. 

“Maybe I want to tease her as much as she’s been teasing us. The last time we used it on her, how many orgasms did we deny her? Our sweet girl was practically sobbing by the time we finally gave her what we wanted. We have the weekend off, there’s no reason we shouldn’t pull out all the stops. It's not often Y/n decides to be bratty like this, so we should reward her accordingly.” 

Chan hummed, unzipping his pants to continue his teasing unobstructed, dipping a slightly rough hand into Sangyeon’s boxers. 

“I don’t know who’s worse, you or her. Are both of you really so impatient?” 

They both knew his scolding was half-hearted. Chan could tell from the way his cock twitched and jumped in his hand as he stroked him. 

“If I say yes, will you drive a bit faster? We’re only a few blocks from home and I know I’m not the only one excited about this evening and how it’ll go.” He sent him a wink and Sangyeon ran one hand through his hair. 

“Maybe I should train both of you more since you’re both misbehaving.” 

Chan only smiled in response, his hand working up and down on Sangyeon’s cock for the remainder of their drive. Once the car pulled into the driveway, the Australian let out a small pouty sigh, licking the precum off of his thumb after tucking Sangyeon back into his slacks. 

Sangyeon took a moment to calm his breathing before he stepped out, waving innocently at a neighbor before he made his way to the front door, tunnel vision strong for both of them. 

Chan fumbled with the keys a bit before opening the door, toeing his shoes off before he slid his house slippers on. 

“Y/N~ We’re home!”

Both of them immediately notice the calm jazz music drifting through the home. The lights were off, the setting sun streaming in and bathing the living room in an orange glow as the men noticed petals scattered along the floor. They exchanged a look before heading to the bedroom, nearly matching each other’s pace. 

“Y/n-”

Sangyeon opened the door and paused, seeing an array of toys scattered along the bed. The new wax candles Chan had bought a few months ago that hadn’t been put to use, a pair of ropes for the shibari Sangyeon had been practicing on both you and Chan, the custom made collar with ‘Sangyeon and Chan’s kitten’ engraved on it in your favorite color, settled amongst some other pet play items…

And a distinct lack of you. 

“Y/n?” Chan’s brows furrowed, making his way to the bathroom in confusion and mild panic while Sangyeon plucked his phone out of his pocket. Before he could bring up his contact list, a new notification appeared in the groupchat between the three of you. 

‘I hope you both like my presents~ I’ll be home soon, I suddenly (and conveniently) remembered I wanted to get some new lingerie. Good things come to those who wait, right? Mwah love you~’-Y/N

Sangyeon stared at the message for a long time before he let out an incredulous laugh. 

So that’s the game today, huh? A waiting game? 

“Hyung she’s-what’s wrong?” Chan had come back into the room, nearly sliding out of the doorframe in a panic as he began speaking before he noticed the small chuckle leaving Sangyeon’s chest. Chan tilted his head in confusion, looking at his own phone as Sangyeon began unbuttoning his shirt, leaving it on, but open as he slowly picked out the toys he intended on using tonight. 

“Oh, I get it.” Chan checked the clock before looking at the older man. 

“How long do you think she’s gonna keep teasing?” 

“Doesn’t matter. When she comes back, I’ll be sure to thank her.” was the response as Sangyeon grabbed the strongest wand the three of you owned. He clicked it on to make sure it was sufficiently charged, the sound of a loud buzzing flooding the room for a few seconds before he made a noise of approval, setting it along with the pile of other toys he was gathering. 

Chan stared at his back for a moment before he laughed quietly, peeling his shirt up and over his head. 

“Alright then, I’ll go ahead and take a shower since we’re waiting. I’ll get the aloe vera too. Something tells me we’ll need it for later.” 

Sangyeon’s lips quirked. 

“Oh, we definitely will.” 

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