#mingtinysworld

Yunho is almost vibrating with anticipation, from where he’s kneeling on the hardwood floor. His knees are aching but the excitement of what’s to come outweighs the discomfort, making him wait patiently.

Mingi and him discussed something that they wanted to try together, coming to a mutual agreement. It was something that they never thought about before, but recently, Yunho has been interested in…a thing or two.

Two weeks ago, he got himself a taser. He thought that he should have something on him that can protect him, and just make him feel safer overall. When he got the intimidating object, he of course wanted to try it out, see if it’s really as bad as others make it seem.

He put it on the lowest setting, placed it against his upper arm and while closing his eyes clicked the button. The strange shock went through his arm and he jolted in place, staring ahead wide eyed.

“Huh, that was interesting,” He thought to himself.

He surprisingly didn’t dislike the feeling, if anything, he found it thrilling. He went for the adjusting button and went up a notch, just a bit stronger than before. He moved the taser to his arm once more, this time more confidently. He knew to expect the sharp zap, and he welcomed it with a slight smile on his face.

He felt a tightening in his pants and his whole face reddened as he realized what happened. He’s getting fucking hard over a taser.

He stares down in shock, unmoving for a couple seconds. His breathing quickens, a combination of embarrassment and hunger for more. He moves quicker this time, desperately wanting to feel the addicting sting once more. He shocks himself by moaning loudly, making him look around his room as if he’s being watched.

“Fuck that felt good.”

A moment after indulging in his newfound addiction, Mingi walks into the bedroom. He sees Yunho’s state of blushed cheeks and trembling body, while his eyes trail down to his hand which is holding the taser. Mingi’s eyes narrow playfully as he steps closer.

“What are you doing puppy?” He asks a skittish Yunho.

Yunho opens his mouth to speak but nothing comes out. Instead, he shifts from leg to leg nervously. His eyes avoid looking at Mingi’s mischievous face, because he knows that he’ll get harder, or even worse, end up whimpering.

“Hey, baby, don’t be embarrassed,” Mingi’s voice sounds so saccharine that it makes his pulse quicken. “You know I don’t judge.” Compared to his former sentence, Yunho could feel his sincerity. He knows that Mingi would never judge him for even the strangest of things, but the doubt is still there, making him scared to be honest. He makes up his mind to be brave though, knowing that Mingi will be proud of him.

“I-I was just playing around, I didn’t mean to- I mean I tried it and-” Mingi puts a gentle hand on his shoulder, grounding him. “Sorry sorry. So I got this taser and I tried it out just because and turns out I really liked it.” He trails off at the end, still embarrassed to admit it.

Mingi steps closer to Yunho, running his hands down his arms, creating goosebumps. “My love,” he whispers, “we’re gonna have so much fun.”

Now as Yunho stays kneeling, he’s so unbelievably hard that it hurts. His cock is trapped in the thin, white lace underwear, slowly leaking through. His patience is slowly running out, the temptation of disobeying Mingi strong, but he perseveres, trying to focus as best as he can.

After ten minutes, he hears the key in the lock turning, the sound sending excitement through his body. The door swivels open and there Mingi stands in all his glory, looking like his Savior. Yunho feels the need to say something, but the words are stuck, so all he gets out is a pathetic whimper.

“Oh hi puppy,” he squats down to get on Yunhos level, holding his chin gently. “Thank you for waiting so patiently.” He gives his nose one gentle kiss, then goes down on his knees, mirroring Yunho. “I have something for you.” Mingi grabs the bag next to him, reaching inside to pull out an object covered in shimmery tissue paper.

He unwraps it slowly, making Yunho squirm a bit. “I know you’ve been looking forward to this.” Yunho’s breathing quickens, his chest moving up and down, catching Mingi’s hungry eyes that are so unmistakably filled with lust. Finally the tissue paper is gone and in Mingi’s hand is a collar.

The collar is jet black, the surface glossy. The front is covered with short decorative chains, a sleek leash attached to it. On the inside, there’s a square with two prongs, and the sight of it makes Yunho shiver. He releases a shaky breath and Mingi looks delighted at that.

"Pretty baby," Mingi grips Yunho's bare thigh, making him whimper. "Are you feeling nervous?" He asks with a pleased expression. Yunho swallows once and shakes his head, still nonverbal.

"Good," Mingi stands from the floor, brushing the dust off the fabric of his pants. "Follow me." He walks past Yunho at a brisk pace, not sparing a glance his way to know that he is following him. Yunho is on his hands and knees, following the trail that Mingi's feet left in the carpet. His knees burn but he doesn't complain, grateful for the pain. He crawls into their bedroom, gulping at the sight of Mingi perched on the edge of the bed, looking at him with eyes of sin.

Yunho sits in front of him prettily, seeming patient but his darting eyes give away his anticipation. "Come closer." Mingi instructs, and Yunho obeys. Mingi grabs the collar and fastens it around Yunho's dainty neck, causing goosebumps to rise along his skin. He shivers gently, making Mingi crave him even more. Then he clips the leash on, letting it go with a click against the metal. He holds up the end of the leather high up, making Yunho crane his neck to look at him.

"Hi puppy," he says again like earlier, but this time Yunho really is like a puppy. "You look gorgeous like this." Yunho's eyes go round at the praise, and he wants nothing more than to burrow his face into Mingi's welcoming thighs.

"Wanna ride me?" Mingi asked in a casual tone. Yunho's eyes widene and he nods 'yes' enthusiastically. He brings one foot onto the carpet to stand himself up when he's harshly yanked down. "Oh puppies don't ride their masters that way baby. I want you to hump against my shoe." Yunho's hole clenches at that, and he's so desperate that he'd even lick his shoes if he asked him to.

He settles himself against Mingi's shoe until he's decently comfortable and begins to grind back and forth. The friction was heavenly. He'd been waiting all day for any kind of release, so he was grateful for this. "Good puppy Yun." Mingi sounded out of breath, as if he was riding his cock instead of his shoe. "Fuck."

Yunho was staring at Mingi's rough, calloused hands, one holding the leash and the other balled up around the shock collar remote against his thigh. It seems that Mingi was holding himself back, and Yunho would have none of that. He's planning on bringing the mean out of Mingi tonight. He amps up the whining, a nasal, high-pitched tone that makes Mingi chuckle.

"You're really loving this, huh?" He moves his shoe the tiniest bit, making Yunho roll his eyes back. But Yunho needs more.

"Please please please Master, I need your cock in me so bad," he's practically drooling. "Fuck me please-" His whining was cut off with one press of Mingi's finger, making Yunho's body seize up as the collar vibrates intensely. His vision goes white for a second, making him see stars. He breathes heavily once most of it wears off and looks up at Mingi in a pleased daze.

"This what you wanted pup?" Mingi asks smugly. "You were asking for it. Begging for it. You gotta work for my cock a little harder though." Yunho nods enthusiastically, prepared to do anything for him. Mingi presses against his cock until the pain makes him cry out. He reaches out a hand to ruffle his hair and whispers a 'good boy' to him.

"Come up on my lap baby." Mingi directs. Yunho climbs up with no time to waste, making Mingi chuckle. "So cute Yun. " He pecks him on the nose and gives a tug on the leash. "Open up puppy." Yunho opens his mouth wide without hesitation to make room for Mingi's fingers. He happily takes in two of his fingers, greedy lips wrapping around them. He grinds his hips against Mingi's hard cock, earning him a delicious groan. "You make me crazy." Yunho mumbles something, but he can't be clearly understood so Mingi takes out his fingers to let him speak.

"What's that baby?" Yunho pants and licks the drop of drool on the corner of his mouth. "Shock me again please, I need it." He has this crazed look in his eyes that Mingi is starting to love, and he grants him his request. He hesitates going up a voltage for a split second, but he goes for it. Yunho almost screams, but Mingi quickly inserts three fingers back into his mouth to quiet him. Only Yunho's muffled cries can be heard now, his hips stuttering. Mingi moves his fingers further down, feeling Yunho's throat swallowing him. "Babyboy you're so good for me."

Yunho whimpers and the tears in his eyes start to fall. "Oh my baby, don't cry, you asked for this." Mingi mocks, a mean smirk on his face. Yunho can only sniffle helplessly, looking pathetically ruined. He yelps as Mingi picks him up effortlessly, throwing him down on the bed. He lands on his tummy with a slight 'oof', and he turns his head to look back but Mingi pushes his head down. "Stay." A warning. Like he's a bad dog unwilling to listen to his commands.

His cock twitches excitedly, but he manages to resist moving for now. Mingi growls and rips the lace underwear, the fabric giving way easily, making Yunho gasp in surprise. His hips are pulled back dangerously close to Mingi's crotch and he can't help but whimper, needing to feel more of him. "M-Mingi~"

"Be quiet pup." He shuts his mouth obediently, burrowing his head in the soft pillow. He hears Mingi moving and a clink of metal, assuming his belt and pants are coming off. He can't help drooling even more, the thought of Mingi's cock inside driving him crazy.

His body cramps as another wave passes through him, the collar sending sparks down his body. He slouches down, completely spent even though they barely started. Mingi swats at his bare cheek, the sting making him howl. "Ass up." The sternness in his voice makes Yunho moan as he readjusts himself, elbows barely holding his weight. He's leaking at this point, making a mess on the half torn material of the underwear.

"Now stay quiet while I fuck you, or i'll just keep shocking you." Mingi lines himself up with his stretched hole, moving the tip up and down, spreading the leaking precum. "Or maybe that's what you'd want anyway." Before Yunho could get a word out, Mingi slams into him. Hard.

Yunho screams, he can't help it. The force that Mingi is plowing into him with is taking his breath away. "Mingi!" The collar lightly vibrates. "What did I say about staying quiet?" He growls out. "I-I'm sor-" Another shock. His body goes limp on the bed while Mingi continues the harsh thrusts. "Fuckin take it." He growls, while reaching out to grab a handful of Yunho's hair. He yanks his head back, making Yunho gasp and his eyes roll back. He hisses in pain as his body is continuously jolted against Mingi, the collar emitting staccato shocks.

The brutal pace is making both of them pant with exertion, and limbs shake from the adrenaline. "Look at you," Mingi rasps, "Tongue out, drooling like a dumb puppy. Can't even speak." Yunho grinds his teeth in retaliation, trying to prove him wrong, but all that comes out of his mouth is a pathetic yelp. Mingi grunts in amusement, somehow speeding up the pace. Yunho makes a choking noise, body convulsing underneath the strong body holding him down, but Mingi doesn't let up.

"Just because you came doesn't mean I'm stopping." Mingi gives another shock with the click of a button, and the eager pup cries out gratefully. "Thank you thank you thank you," Yunho blabbers, reaching a hand out behind him. Mingi takes the hint and lets go of his hair to hold on to his boy. "I love you so fucking much."

Mingi's hips stutter and he grinds deep into Yunho. "I love you too puppy, so much more than you know." He comes deep inside, with furrowed eyebrows and trembling thighs. He collapses on top, careful to not put his full weight down. He lays there against Yunho as he slowly pulses inside him, still holding hands. Yunho looks completely winded, breaths shallow. "Oh my god."

"You knew it didn't mean anything, you knew this!"

You stare at the man standing in front of you, your eyes filling with tears, but you refuse to let them fall. Deep down, you did know this was what was gonna happen in the end. You didn't have his heart, you didn't have his commitment, you didn't have his...love.

"Fuck I- I just, never mind," you take a shaky breath and brave looking into his eyes. "You're right. This was always the plan."

1 month ago~

"Hey new neighbor." You hear a sultry voice from down the hall. You turn a corner and see a handsome man standing in your doorway. Handsome doesn't even begin to describe him though. He's magnificent, he's stunning, he's everything you've ever wanted in a man. 'hold on you're getting ahead of yourself.'

You gather yourself and give him a friendly smile. "Hey there new neighbor?" You end with a question, urging him to introduce himself. He takes one step into your apartment and your heart rate goes up immediately. You silently curse yourself for your easy heart. "I'm just across the hall, 322." You swallow the dryness in your throat away and speak. "Nice to meet you..." you trail off. "Seonghwa." He answers with a self-assured grin. You begin to nod with a shy smile. "I'm Y/n."

"Nice to meet you too." He echoes back, although his eyes are nowhere near your own. They're scanning you from neck down, very slowly, as if assessing if you're good enough for him. It's only fair that you do the same to him you think, so you do.

You take in his raven black hair, nicely trimmed and styled just barely to make him look put together yet also messy. The black tank top he's wearing hugs his torso perfectly. You don't linger on that too much just so you can keep some of your sanity. His blue denim jeans are loose, and cinched in on his tiny waist by a thick black belt adorned with gold hoops.

"So," Seonghwa starts, apparently done with eating you with his eyes. "Can I help you with anything? Move any boxes, build a bed, maybe lay in the bed, maybe make out some." You raise your eyebrows at his boldness, but your heart somersaults.

"Do I get to pick only one?" You bat your eyelashes in a way that would've earned a smack from yourself.

"Mmm how about all of the above." It's like his eyes completely changed, still seductive, but with so much hunger behind them. He takes a couple of steps until he's right in front of you. "I think you're just what I was looking for."

His arrangement was for you two to fuck, with no strings attached. You agreed easily because who would be crazy enough not to. He had two rules.

1. No feelings involved

2. No hopes of a future

You agreed. You could definitely do that. Until he broke both of his own set rules.

~

"Y/n come on, don't be like this babe." Your eyes widen in disbelief. "Do not call me that ever again. You don't have the right."

He runs a hand through his hair, looking exasperated. "I never meant to hurt you, I swear. You agreed to the plan, I thought everything was going fine. I'm so sorry." He whispers the last part, but your heart hurts so much that you don't have the capacity to feel bad for him in the slightest.

You turn away from him to hide your fast falling tears. They cascade down your cheeks, leaving a hot, blazing trail, much like your heart, feeling like it's covered in lava. You squeeze your eyes shut, and turn back around. "You know what hurts the most? The fact that I know you fucking love me, you just refuse to admit it. Am I really not worth enough for you to lose your pride?"

He scoffs and shakes his head. "You're making things up. It's sex. My bad i guess. I should've known you would've caught feelings eventually. I should've ended it sooner."

Your breath stutters at his words. You can't breathe, no air in. You don't wanna start hyperventilating now but you can't help it. Your body betrays you. You see the slightest hint of regret in his eyes and he starts to reach out for you but stops himself. You keel over in the hallway, where you two first met, that goddamn cursed day. You wish you never met him, you wish you never got involved with him, you wish he never looked you in the eyes and said... god you look so beautiful.

He's looking at you so tenderly, while entering you hard and fast. His hips are slamming against yours, pushing you back toward the headboard. 'Please don't look into my eyes' you think. Eye contact means something, something that he can't give. But he's still doing it. The pleasure overrides the emotional turmoil however, and you give in, even though you know it'll destroy you in the end.

"Fuck yes, Seonghwa you're so good. Don't stop." He grins his heart stopping grin and kisses your cheek. "Not planning on it."

With some impossible force his thrusts become even more animalistic, the determination in his eyes showing. "You're mine," he growls. "All fucking mine, you hear that?" Your heart breaks a little more at that, but you just nod, discreetly wiping your tears. His hands grip you all over, your thighs, your tummy, your breasts, your face. The contrast between him fucking you and the way he tenderly holds your face gives you whiplash, recently the only feeling you've been experiencing.

"You're gonna come for me." Not a request. He doesn't even have to ask. You're so close on the edge that it's almost painful. You can feel the erratic beating of your heart against your ribcage and you break down.

You come with a sob, arms going around Seonghwa, pulling him in close, and you can tell he came too. He lays down on top of you, chests heaving against each other. He moves a strand of hair away from your eyes and wipes a tear.

“Hey, why are you crying?” He whispers. He knows why you’re crying. He’s hoping that you don’t tell the truth, because the truth hurts too much. But lying hurts you worse. You lie anyways. For his sake. Or maybe for your own selfish sake, to keep this thing going between you two.

“Just overwhelmed that’s all.” You try to convince him with a smile, and he smiles back, but you can see that look in his eyes. The one that says ‘I know I’m hurting you but I can’t stop.’

~

You feel numb. Humiliated. Heartbroken. You’re on the floor of your own apartment letting a man break you down. “The way you looked at me,” you rasp out. “You looked at me like I was your whole world. You can’t fake that.”

He’s quiet. Maybe it’s for the better, so that he doesn’t say something that pierces you even more. “I know you love me Seonghwa. You don’t even have to say anything.” You look at his face for any indication of agreement or something but he’s letting nothing show.

“It’s just too bad that you won’t let anyone into that locked heart of yours. I’m done waiting for you to admit the truth.” You take a shuddering breath and brace yourself for what you’re about to say. “I can’t do this with you anymore. We’re over, whatever we are. I keep hurting myself in hopes something will change but it doesn’t. I’m done.”

You look at him with wavering eyes and see his face is stone cold. His throat bobs and you think that’s the most you’ll get out of him but then he opens his mouth to speak. “Y/n I-I just, need time.” You look at him disbelievingly. “More time for what?” You question.

He sighs and looks up in frustration. “More time to figure my shit out I don’t know. You’re right, I’m not admitting the truth because I’m fucking scared.”

“Scared of what Seonghwa?” You whisper hoarsely.

“Scared of losing another person I love.” He looks at you with tear filled eyes and the sigh is heartbreaking.

“You’re not gonna lose me Seonghwa,” you stand up. “I’m not going anywhere.”

“You can’t promise that.” It sounds like he’s about to cry, and you’re desperate to reach him. “Don’t. Please. I can’t do this to you anymore. I need to be away and work on my issues. I’m so sorry that I couldn’t stop myself from catching feelings.”

“Seonghwa.” Your voice breaks and he looks so regretful.

“I know baby.” He takes a step forward then changes his mind, turning to the door. “I…I’ll see you later.”

He walks out and gently closes the door behind him. “I love you Seonghwa.” You say to no one around to hear.

Hongjoong

Hongjoong has impeccable manners. He would never let himself into someone else’s room without permission, except this time. It’s really an emergency. He can’t find the batteries for his lamp and he knows you have some stashed into your room. You’re not home but it wouldn’t hurt to look for just a few minutes right?

He twists the knob, walking in slowly as if he’s about to get caught doing something illegal. He goes straight to your desk, where the batteries would most likely be. The top drawer is just a bunch of random things, a combination of post its, hair ties, and nail polish. Second drawer, more random things. Clearly you don’t have a thing for organization.

Third drawer…he opens it and closes it again with an open mouth. He looks around comically as if he’s being watched, and then slowly opens it up again. His eyes fix upon a hot pink dildo. He can’t help but snort out a laugh. Of course you would have a hot pink dildo. Clearly you were in a rush, not even having it put in the package. After another second of staring at it, he smirks as a thought comes to him.

~

You open the door to the apartment, winded from the seemingly thousands of stairs. You immediately head to your room, seeking the calm of a familiar space. As you walk in, you scream in terror, dropping your phone on the floor with a clang.

“WHAT THE FUCK” You yell out, as you see Hongjoong casually lounging on your bed. “WHAT are you doing-” you stop short as you see what’s in his hand. It’s your dildo. Your dildo. What. The. Fuck.

“Hey love, I just saw this in your drawer and I was curious.” Deciding to ignore the fact that he was snooping in your drawer, you walk closer to where he is. “This was an unexpected surprise. Lovely surprise though.”

You’re at a loss for words, like all the air has been sucker punched out of you. He laughs at your incredulous face, beckoning you toward him with a hooked finger. He gets close to your face and makes you shiver with his breath tickling your ear.

“Show me how you use it.”

Seonghwa

“Yes, yes it’s in my room! I can get it.” You and Seonghwa are about to have your weekly game night together, which consists of countless card and board games, which usually end up with some bout of violence due to the competitive spirit that you both possess.

The two of you near your door, and as you enter the room Seonghwa stops right in front of it. “You can come in you know. It’s not forbidden.” You laugh at his hesitant face. He laughs himself and follows you inside. You look through the shelves for monopoly, a favorite of yours. “Aha! There it is.” You explain in triumph. You turn around beaming at Seonghwa, but your smile fades as you follow his line of sight.

He’s staring at your bed, which to your horror, has your vibrator that you forgot to stash away this morning. You let out a yelp of surprise and stumble towards the toy, snatching it off the bed and throwing it haphazardly under the desk. The small burst of energy has you feeling out of breath, and you can feel your face getting redder by the second.

You risk a look at Seonghwa, expecting to find a disgusted expression on his beautiful face. However, he has an easy grin on, looking at you with suppressed laughter. “It’s ok Y/n, don’t be embarrassed. It’s not like it’s illegal.” He says.

“Yeah but-” He interrupts you mid sentence. “Sweetheart, it’s ok, I promise.” You slightly melt at his tone, and your cheeks heat up at him calling you sweetheart. “Alright.” You say while avoiding eye contact.

Yunho

You can hear Yunho with his friends in the living room, yelling at the screen, playing their game intensely. They’ve been going at it for a while, so your privacy and alone time was basically guaranteed, so you took advantage of that to um…take care of your business.

After a very pleasurable hour and a half, you stand up to put away your toys. Right at that moment, there’s a knock at your door. You panic and shuffle around frantically while shouting out. “Yeah??”

“Can I come in?” You hear the voice of Yunho, muffled from the noises outside. Amidst your panic, it’s almost like you can’t control what comes out of your mouth. “Yeah!” You yell, and then quickly realize what you said before yelling once more, but saying no this time. However, it’s too late, and Yunho is already entering your room and he stops in his tracks when he sees you.

You, standing in the middle of the room, one hand holding a dildo and the other a vibrator. He chokes on his own saliva, coughing, while his eyes are as big as saucers. You’re still frozen like a statue, unmoving. Clearly, your fight or flight is broken.

You giggle nervously, and fling the toys onto the bed behind you, standing in front to cover the view. Yunho has turned so red, all the way to the tips of his ears. He looks so flustered that you kind of feel bad.

“I-I’m sorry Yunho I didn’t mean to- I mean oh god I’m sorry. This is so incredibly humiliating.” You ramble. He laughs breathily, almost like sighing. “It’s ok! I shouldn’t have come in, it’s fine it’s fine. I’ll leave you to…whatever…I- ok yes goodbye!” He leaves just as fast as he came in, while you stare in mortification.

Yeosang

Yeosang left practice as a sweaty mess, he just couldn’t wait to get in the shower and rinse off all the exhaustion. As soon as he got home, he went to the bathroom and locked it behind himself, stripping his clothes and putting them in a neat pile. He pulls the shower curtain aside and almost falls backwards.

Sticking to the wall, is a dildo.

Yeosang is so taken aback that his mouth is just wide open in shock, unsure what to do. He realizes there’s not much he can do, he just has to deal with it and take his much needed shower. He gets in, and tries his best to ignore the very obvious erection hanging on the wall. As he lathers up his hair, he can’t help but sneak wary glances down to the object as if it’s going to attack him.

After a tense fifteen minutes of showering, Yeosang leaves the bathroom with his new change of clothes. You and him make eye contact as he comes into the living room and he looks so incredibly nervous. You’re reading your rom com on the couch and he takes a seat, turning on a random tv show.

While you’re reading, you look at him from the corner of your eyes, and you notice how twitchy and nervous he is, but you choose to ignore it. It’s probably just typical Yeosang. You turn to the next page when you hear Yeosang blurt out a bunch of words.

“Youhaveyourdildohangingontheshowerwallstill” he says in a rush, while avoiding looking at you completely. The blood drains from your face at the realization that you left your toy in there, and you physically facepalm yourself.

“Oh my god, Yeosang I’m SO sorry.” You apologize earnestly.

“It’s ok!” He squeaks out, ears turning red.

San

“San!” You call out for him. It doesn’t even take him more than a minute before he’s there.

“Hey what’s up?” His face looks kind and open and you melt a little inside.

“I really need your help. I need to save this file but I can’t for the life of me figure it out.” You say, letting out a frustrated grumble. He chuckles, and asks you to move aside. He quickly saves the file and looks at you triumphantly. “Easy as a cupcake.”

You can’t help but laugh. “That’s not a saying.” He just shrugs and keeps smiling. “Anyways, are you up for doing a puzzle?” You ask him.

“Oh hell yeah let’s do it.” He opens your drawer, thinking that’s where the puzzle is, but instead opens the drawer. You flinch and slam it shut, but it’s too late. He already saw it.

He smirks at you and you want to wipe it off his face immediately. “You know ~ I could help you with something else.” He steps toward you and you take a step back, the back of your knees hitting the bed. You sharply inhale, speechless. What got into him?

“Cat got your tongue?” He drags a hand down your waist, pulling you against him. “This will be way more fun than a puzzle, I promise. Much more…stimulating.” He says with a glint in his eye.

Mingi

Mingi looks at the clock hanging on the living room wall, showing that it’s nearing 9am. Your classes start at 10 and he hasn’t heard a peep from you. You’re always on top of things, never late, so he can’t help but worry a bit. He waits ten more minutes, until he can’t anymore. He walks to your room, trying to listen for any signs of you being awake.

He knocks on the door, and no response. He knocks again, this time calling out your name. You must still be asleep. He gently cracks open the door, seeing your soft sleeping form. You’re spread out comfortably, looking content. He eyes you fondly, thinking of how adorable you look, but then he sees your nightstand, and what’s on it.

He accidentally lets out a snort, trying to muffle his laughter the best he can. Your vibrator is in plain sight and even though it’s nothing crazy, Mingi and his little boy brain can’t help but be immature. He doesn’t know why it’s so funny but it is. And he decides that this is the perfect opportunity to tease you.

He practically yells, “Good morning Sunshine!!” You jolt from your deep sleep at his loud voice, hand holding your heart in fright. “Mingi oh my god.” You say, breathing heavily as if you ran a marathon.

“You were gonna be late to class, you’re welcome.” He says with a smug smile. Then his eyebrows raise. “I see you were a little preoccupied last night.” Your face is confused, wondering what he means by that. Then your head whips to your left, seeing what you left out on the nightstand.

You scramble out of bed and run towards Mingi, ushering him out of your room in a panic. “Get out get out get out.” He lets you push him out while he laughs deep from his belly. Your face is reddening as you think of what he saw and groan loudly.

“I’m never talking to you ever again.” You say, while he laughs even harder.

Wooyoung

The doorbell rings and Wooyoung jumps to his feet, opening the door. There’s a delivery man, who looks exhausted from the heat.

“Delivery for Y/n L/n.” He says.

“That’s my roommate, thank you!” Wooyoung says, grabbing the small box from the man. He closes the door and heads back to the couch. Ever since you two have become roommates, you’ve been a mystery to him. He knows practically nothing about you, and you’re not the social type in the slightest. He’s so curious about everything about you, so he feels the obligation to open your package, just for research purposes of course. He shouldn’t, but he’s going to anyways.

He rips the cardboard apart, and what emerges from the box surprises him. In the best way possible. It’s a vibrator. A very fancy vibrator mind you. He smiles in victory, as if he’s uncovered your greatest secret. He takes out the package from the box and waits for you to get home.

~

You get home from work and walk into the apartment, no signs of life whatsoever. The light is off, the air undisturbed. You shrug your coat off and walk to the bathroom to freshen up. You look at your tired face, wincing at the dark circles underneath your eyes. You splash some cold water onto you and turn to leave. You open the door and yelp in surprise.

Wooyoung is blocking your way out of the bathroom, leaning on the wood frame, almost seductively. His hand is hidden behind his back, and he brings it up slowly, revealing your package that you were waiting for.

“Wooyoung, w-what are you doing with that? How did you…” you trail off, shocked. Why on earth would he open your package? You’re so embarrassed and can’t help but think of the many ways that you could run away right now.

“Oh don’t be embarrassed princess. I just wanted to get to know more about you.” He speaks casually, so relaxed that it unnerves you. “Would you like my help?” He asks with a glint in his eye.

“Uh um what d-do you mean?” You ask uncertainly.

He steps closer, caging you in with his arms. “You know exactly what I mean.” He whispers.

Jongho

Jongho was in charge of making dinner tonight. He doesn’t consider himself the best chef but he can make a pretty damn good steak, and that’s what he was making. You could smell the enticing scent of the meat in your room, making your mouth water. You’re determined to finish this essay however, before going to dinner. You hear two brief knocks at your door, and Jongho comes in.

“Hey roomie, dinner’s ready!” He announces. He comes over to stand next to you at your desk, looking at your screen. You groan and stretch out your back. “Come on, you’re working too hard. You deserve a break.” He says, gently lifting your hands from the keyboard. You take a look at him and then at the computer and sigh. “Alright.” He gives you a big smile and stands you up.

As the two of you start heading out, you pass by your bed, where you see the dildo that you accidentally left out. Your eyes widen and you’re filled with panic and try to distract and steer Jongho as far away from your bed as possible. You find his eyes and mentally will him to only look at you. But luck isn’t with you today.

Jongho sees what’s on your bed and you look at him with eyes full of fear, awaiting his reaction. But his face doesn’t show even a single twitch. He’s completely unaffected. You can’t help a nervous laugh escaping you and slap a hand over your mouth.

“Oh god this is humiliating.” You groan into your hand.

Jongho simply shrugs, moving to walk out of the room. “Eh it’s fine.” You’re baffled by his nonchalance, but are relieved.

As you both sit down for dinner, you notice his ears, turning a shade of bright pink. He tried to put on an air of indifference but his ears betrayed him. You smirk to yourself and just keep eating.