#seungmo

Your group had just been announced.

The cheers surged through the venue, deafening, but Seungmin barely reacted. His lips pressed into a thin line, something soft flickering in his gaze as you took your position under the spotlight. You looked unreal—glittering outfit, hair perfectly styled, that confident smile you always wore before a performance.

He knew that smile. He knew what it hid sometimes.

The music started.

And just like that, you were gone—lost in the choreography, the rhythm, the precision that made your group one of the best. Seungmin leaned forward slightly, elbows on his knees now, eyes following you like a tether.

You hit every move.

Every turn.

Every note.

But then, something faltered.

It was subtle. So subtle no one else seemed to catch it. A split-second delay. A blink too long. Your hand barely missed its mark before correcting.

Seungmin noticed. Of course he did. His brows furrowed, body tensing.

“Hyung—” he murmured under his breath, not even sure who he was addressing.

Onstage, you pushed through.

You always did.

But your steps grew heavier. Your movements—just a fraction slower. The lights seemed brighter, harsher, swallowing you whole as the chorus built again.

Seungmin’s jaw tightened.

Something’s wrong.

Then it happened.

Mid-spin, your body swayed—too far.

Too much.

And before anyone could process it, you collapsed.

The music kept going for half a second too long. Gasps rippled through the audience. Your members froze, breaking formation as one of them dropped to your side.

Seungmin was already on his feet.

His chair scraped loudly against the floor, drawing attention—but he didn’t care. Didn’t think. Didn’t hesitate.

He was moving before anyone could stop him.

“Seungmin!” someone called after him, maybe one of the members, but it barely registered.

His heart was pounding so loud it drowned everything else out.

Security had already rushed onto the stage, lifting you carefully, quickly. Your head lolled slightly, completely unresponsive, and something inside Seungmin snapped.

“Move—!”

His voice came out sharper than intended as he pushed past staff, past cameras, past anyone in his way.

He didn’t wait for permission.

Didn’t care about protocols or appearances.

All that mattered was you.

By the time he reached backstage, they were already carrying you down the hallway.

“Careful—careful—” a medic was saying, but Seungmin barely heard it.

He rushed forward, slipping past them until he was right there, right beside you.

“Hey,” His voice broke, hands hovering uselessly for a second before gently cradling the side of your face. “I’m here. I’m here.”

No response.

Your skin felt too warm.

“Why is she so warm?” he snapped, panic bleeding through every word as he looked up at the medics. “Did she eat? Did she—what happened?!”

“Sir, please—give us space—”

“No.” It came out immediate. Firm. Unyielding.

He didn’t move.

Couldn’t.

Even as they laid you down on a stretcher, even as they started checking your pulse, your breathing—Seungmin stayed right there, hovering, eyes locked on you like if he looked away, something worse might happen.

“Her pulse is weak—get the oxygen—” One of the medics shouted.

Seungmin’s hands clenched.

“Baby,” he called softly now, voice trembling despite his effort to steady it. His thumb brushed against your cheek, grounding himself more than you. “Hey… this isn’t funny. Open your eyes.”

Nothing.

His chest tightened painfully.

You always answered him.

Always.

“Come on…” he whispered, leaning closer, his forehead nearly touching yours. “You said you’d watch the rest of the show with me after this, remember? Don’t—don’t do this.”

The medics moved around him, efficient but urgent, placing an oxygen mask over your face.

“Sir, we need to take her to the medical room—”

“I’m coming.”

It wasn’t a question.

They didn’t argue.

Seungmin stayed by your side as they wheeled you down the hallway, his hand never leaving yours now, gripping tightly like he was afraid you’d slip away if he let go.

His mind was racing—every possible scenario crashing into him all at once.

You hadn’t been sleeping enough.

You skipped meals when schedules got tight.

You always said you were fine.

And he should’ve noticed sooner.

His grip tightened.

“Just stay with me,” he murmured, barely audible over the noise. “Just… stay.”

For the first time that night, Kim Seungmin didn’t care about the cameras.

Didn’t care about the show.

Didn’t care about anything except the girl lying in front of him and the terrifying silence where your voice should’ve been.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The chaos faded away slowly, dragging out in agonizing seconds that felt like hours.

The frantic footsteps turned into hushed murmurs. The blinding stage lights were replaced by the soft, sterile glow of a medical room. The noise of the award show became distant, muffled behind closed doors.

And you finally stabilized.

Seungmin hadn’t moved.

Not when the doctors came in.

Not when they checked your vitals again and again.

Not when they gently tried to usher him aside.

He stayed right beside you.

“The IV’s working well,” the doctor finally said after what felt like hours, glancing at the monitor before looking at him. “She was severely dehydrated. There’s also a mild fever, likely from exhaustion and stress.”

Seungmin swallowed hard, eyes flickering back to your face.

“She’ll be okay?” he asked, voice quieter now—but still tight.

“Yes,” the doctor reassured. “She just needs proper rest. Fluids, sleep, and no strenuous activity for a while. Her body basically forced her to stop.”

That hit harder than anything else.

Forced.

Because she wouldn’t.

Seungmin nodded slowly, jaw clenched. “Thank you.”

When the room finally cleared, silence settled in.

Real silence this time.

Just the faint beeping of the monitor. The soft drip of the IV. The steady rise and fall of your chest.

Seungmin exhaled shakily, finally allowing himself to sit properly beside your bed. His hand found yours again instinctively, fingers wrapping around it like second nature.

You were still warm but not burning anymore.

“Unbelievable…” he muttered under his breath, though there was no real bite to it. Just worry. His thumb brushed gently over your knuckles.

“You really had to scare me like that, huh?”

No answer.

But that didn’t stop him.

“You skipped meals again, didn’t you?” he continued softly, eyes never leaving you. “And let me guess—you said you were fine when you weren’t.”

His grip tightened just a little bit, as if he were trying to pull some of your exhaustion into himself.

“I told you so many times… you don’t always have to push through everything alone.”

The words came out quieter and rougher than he intended, sounding much more vulnerable in the empty room.

Time started to pass—minutes stretched into maybe hours, but he didn’t bother to check his phone or the clock on the wall.

He didn’t care about the time.

At some point, he shifted even closer to you, resting his head lightly against the side of the bed near your arm while still holding onto your hand. His other hand absentmindedly brushed stray strands of hair away from your forehead, his touch careful and gentle, as if he were afraid you might break if he pressed too hard.

“I’m right here,” he murmured, almost unconsciously. “I’m not going anywhere.”

And he meant it.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

When you finally woke up, the process was painfully slow and heavy.

Your body felt… wrong. Weak. Like even breathing took effort.

Your fingers twitched first.

And Seungmin noticed immediately.

His head snapped up, his eyes wide and alert, all traces of his own exhaustion vanishing in an instant.

“Hey—hey—” he leaned forward quickly, grip tightening around your hand. “YN?”

Your lashes fluttered. Vision blurry.

“…Seungmin…?”

The sound of your voice, however weak, made relief hit him so hard it almost physically hurt.

“Yeah, yeah—I’m here,” he said quickly, voice softer now but still laced with urgency. His free hand came up to cup your cheek, thumb brushing gently under your eye.

“Don’t try to move too much, okay? Just—just stay like this.”

You blinked slowly, trying to process everything.

“…what… happened…?”

“You fainted,” he answered immediately, the words slipping out before he could soften them. Then his expression shifted, concern overtaking everything again. “On stage. You scared everyone—especially me.”

Your brows knitted faintly, guilt creeping in—but before you could even speak, he cut you off.

“Don’t.”

His tone wasn’t harsh. Just firm.

Protective.

“You’re not apologizing,” he said, leaning closer, his forehead almost touching yours. “Not when you pushed yourself to this point.”

You went quiet.

His thumb continued to trace slow, soothing patterns against your skin.

“You’re dehydrated. Fever. Stress,” he listed softly, eyes scanning your face like he needed constant reassurance you were really awake. “You haven’t been taking care of yourself.”

“…I’m okay now,” you whispered weakly, trying to offer him a reassuring smile that didn't quite reach your eyes.

His expression tightened.

“Yeah,” he murmured, brushing your hair back again. “Because your body literally gave up on you.”

There was no anger.

Just quiet frustration and overwhelming relief.

Then, his hand slid more securely around yours, fingers intertwining.

“Do you have any idea what that felt like?” he asked, voice dropping, barely above a whisper. “Watching you fall and not being able to get to you fast enough?”

Your chest tightened.

“I’m sorry—”

“I said no apologizing.” Softer this time but still firm.

He exhaled slowly, closing his eyes for a brief second before opening them again—this time gentler.

“You just…” his voice wavered slightly, and he huffed out a quiet breath, almost like he was steadying himself. “You have to stay. Okay?”

Your heart skipped a beat at the desperation in his request. His forehead finally came to rest against yours now, his touch careful not to disturb the IV line.

“Stay with me,” he repeated, softer. “That’s all I’m asking.”

You squeezed his hand weakly in response.

“I will…”

That was enough for him. It was more than enough.

Seungmin let out a long, quiet breath, and you could feel his shoulders finally relaxing for the first time since you'd collapsed. His thumb brushed your cheek again, slower now—tender, affectionate, and grounding.

“Good,” he murmured.

Then, after a beat, his tone shifted just slightly, becoming a bit warmer and more like the Seungmin you knew.

“By the way, you’re officially banned from performing until you’re fully okay.”

You blinked.

“Seungmin—”

“I’m serious.”

But there was no real bite to it.

Just care. Overflowing, unmistakable care.

He adjusted your blanket gently, making sure you were comfortable before settling back into his seat—but still close, still within reach.

Still holding your hand.

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

The quiet didn’t last long; it never really did when your groups were involved.

The door burst open with barely a warning, a mix of familiar voices spilling into the room all at once.

“YN—!”

“Are you okay?!”

“Oh my god, you scared us—!”

Your members rushed in first, followed closely by the rest of Stray Kids, all of them crowding toward your bed with wide eyes and relieved smiles. The energy shifted instantly—warm, loud, overwhelming in the best way.

You barely had time to react before the first hug came.

“Hey—careful—”

Seungmin’s hand was already there, gently but firmly catching your member by the arm after a couple of seconds, easing her back.

“She just woke up,” he said, tone calm but unmistakably protective. “Not too tight.”

“I wasn’t even squeezing—!”

“You were about to.”

Another member leaned in, hugging you from the other side.

“Missed you,” she murmured softly.

Seungmin gave it exactly three seconds. Then, he moved again.

“Okay, that’s enough.”

He lightly pulled her back too, positioning himself just slightly closer to you, one hand still holding yours like a constant anchor.

The room erupted in protests.

“Kim Seungmin—!”

“Let her breathe, at least!”

“We’re not going to break her!”

“I know,” he replied simply, unfazed. “But you will tire her out.”

And just like that, he adjusted your blanket again, subtly putting himself between you and the crowd without even realizing it.

He was hovering, guarding you with a quiet, clinging intensity that he didn't even seem to realize he was projecting. You couldn’t help the small, tired smile that tugged at your lips despite the lingering weakness in your limbs.

“I’m okay,” you murmured, voice still soft but clearer now. “Really… I like that they’re here.”

Seungmin’s grip tightened slightly.

“You do?” he asked, glancing at you like he needed confirmation.

You nodded faintly.

“Yeah.”

There was a brief beat of silence. Then the room exploded all over again.

“SEE?” Jisung pointed dramatically. “Even YN wants us here!”

“Blink twice if he’s holding you hostage,” Minho added, crouching slightly to your level with a grin.

You let out a weak laugh, actually blinking twice just to play along.

“Wow,” Changbin snorted. “That’s crazy.”

Seungmin sighed, long-suffering, but his hand didn’t leave yours.

“Very funny,” he muttered. “She’s still on medication. Don’t encourage her.”

“Listen to him,” Hyunjin teased. “He thinks he’s her bodyguard now.”

“I am right now,” he shot back without missing a beat.

That only made it worse.

“Possessive much?”

“Relax Seungmin, we’ll give her back.” One of your members teased.

“Give her—” he frowned, visibly offended now. “She’s not an object.”

“Okay but you’re acting like she’s a limited edition collectible” someone laughed.

Even you couldn’t hold back your smile now.

Through all the teasing, all the noise, Seungmin stayed exactly where he was—right beside you, shoulder brushing the bed, fingers intertwined with yours like he needed that constant reassurance.

Every now and then, he’d gently remind someone,

“Not too loud.”

“Give her space.”

“Don’t lean over her like that.”

It was constant and unwavering. Underneath the banter, everyone in the room could see it that he was just profoundly relieved. They all were. The frantic energy slowly softened after a while, the laughter settling into something quieter and more comfortable.

“You really scared us,” one of your members said softly, brushing your arm.

“Don’t do that again,” another added.

You nodded faintly.

“I’ll try not to.”

“Try harder,” Seungmin muttered under his breath.

That earned him another round of teasing, but it was lighter this time.

Eventually, reality began to creep back in. One by one, they had to start leaving—schedules were calling, and the staff were hovering in the hallway.

“Rest, okay?”

“Message us when you wake up again.”

“We’ll visit tomorrow.”

“Don’t let him stress you out,” someone added with a grin, pointing at Seungmin.

“I’m not the problem here,” he replied flatly.

“You are the problem.”

The door finally closed behind them, leaving a trail of soft laughter echoing in the hallway. And just like that—it was quiet again.

Seungmin exhaled a long, slow breath, the tension in his shoulders finally easing as the room settled back into a peaceful calm. His thumb started brushing over the back of your hand absentmindedly again, a rhythmic motion that seemed to ground him.

Then he looked at you, his eyes soft and searching.

“You’re smiling,” he noted quietly.

“I’m glad they came.”

“I know”

Then he leaned closer, his voice dropping into a whisper that was meant only for you.

His fingers tightened gently around yours.

“But don’t get used to that,” he added under his breath, brushing a strand of hair away from your face. “Next time, I’m locking the door.”

You huffed out a weak laugh.

“Seungmin…”

“I’m serious,” he murmured, though the corner of his lips twitched just slightly. His forehead rested lightly against yours again, careful, protective.

“You scared me enough already.”

His thumb brushed your knuckles again, slower this time.

“I like you here,” he said simply. “Like this. Awake. Safe. With me.”

Your chest tightened a little at the words.

Seungmin let out a small breath, almost like he was letting go of all the fear he’d been holding in since earlier.

Then, softer—almost teasing, but still warm,

“So don’t faint again, okay? I’m not built for that kind of stress.”

A faint smile tugged at your lips.

“I’ll try.”

“That’s not good enough,” he replied immediately, but there was no real bite to it. His hand squeezed yours gently. “Promise me properly.”

You looked at him for a moment, then gave a small nod.

“I promise.”

That seemed to settle something in him.

Seungmin’s shoulders relaxed just a little more, and he leaned in, pressing the lightest kiss to your forehead—careful, lingering just long enough to mean everything he wasn’t saying out loud.

“Good,” he murmured against your skin. Then, pulling back slightly, his usual tone slipped back in just a bit.

“Now sleep. Before I start writing a complaint to your company.”

You let out a quiet laugh, eyes already heavy again.

“You wouldn’t.”

“I absolutely would,” he said without hesitation, still holding your hand. “And I’d win.”

── ⟢ ・⸝⸝

⤷ ゛ TAGLIST ˎˊ˗

Brian:

Brian would always ask and hint at showering together, but when you finally agree he gets very shy. Once he feels your body press against his in the steamy shower he completely relaxes and melts into your touch. He almost forgets that the point of showering together is to wash yourself because he is just so happy holding onto you. He is also a huge sucker for massages, so once you press into his tense shoulders he is putty in your hands. 

Jiho:

No appropriate thoughts through this man’s head. What do you mean he gets to be completely bare with you in such an intimate way? As soon as you offer to shower together he starts stripping right where he stands (Jiho please get to the bathroom first). He really does try to be a gentleman but how can he not control himself when he sees your soft skin wet and soapy. Jiho will insist he wash you but he will just spend a little too much time caressing your chest and thighs to see how you lean into his touch. 

Siyun:

We all know Siyun takes his sweet time in the shower, so when you offer to join him (because you’re tired of waiting for him to finish) he is a little hesitant. He views showering as “me time,” but once you’ve convinced him he will never look back. Turns out he absolutely adores having you so close. He will definitely include you in his shower concerts making you the perfect duet partner. Most times you will finish your shower and let him finish up on his own while you do your skin care. 

Kyrell:

Sweetest boy Kyrell would give you his signature wide smile when you suggest showering together. This angel would remove every article of clothing off of you, run the water to the temperature of your liking, and help you into the shower before he undresses himself. He gets so shy when you compliment his muscles but how can you not? He would take his time washing your hair and gives a mean scalp massage. He is a very genuine and tender lover and he prides himself on taking care of you. 

Mackiah:

Showering with Mackiah will always end up in belly laughs together. He is a very silly guy so best believe he will make even the most intimate moments a giggle fest. Please wash his hair for him he would swoon for you so bad. Aegyomaster5000 over here would pull out all the cuteness to get your attention while you wash your hair. This man knows no personal space so he will be pressed into you the entire time. If you try to push him away he will fake cry until you let him reattach himself to your back. 

Seungmo:

You don’t even knock. Just let yourself in like you always do, hood up, sleeves swallowed in soft cotton, smelling exactly like the boy currently pretending he hasn’t been waiting by the door since you texted.

He’s in the kitchen, back turned, but the way his ears perk up the second the door clicks shut makes you grin.

“Hey,” you say lightly, tugging the hoodie down over your hips. “This thing’s huge on me.”

Seungmin doesn’t look up from the counter, muttering, “Shouldn’t have stolen it, then.”

“You asked me to wear it.”

He grunts, tail flicking behind him. “Yeah, so it’ll smell like you when I steal it back. Don’t get cocky.”

You pad into the kitchen, eyeing the two plates of food he’s carefully portioned, just like you knew he would. “Smells good,” you hum, slipping your arms around his waist from behind, resting your chin on his shoulder. “Almost like someone was hoping I’d come over.”

“I wasn’t-” He stiffens, ears twitching. “I mean, you always show up anyway.”

“Aw,” you coo, “so you missed me.”

He whirls around in your grip. “I didn’t!”

You cut him off by stepping forward, backing him up until he bumps into the counter. His eyes go wide, and he’s staring at your mouth like he can’t decide whether to kiss you or yell at you.

“You’re such a bad liar, Min,” you whisper, hands braced on either side of him now. “You totally missed me.”

He huffs, mouth twisting into a scowl, cheeks lighting up with every second your body stays pressed against his. “You’re annoying.”

You dip your head lower. “You like annoying.”

“I tolerate it.”

You kiss his jaw, featherlight. “Mhm.”

His breath hitches, arms twitching like he doesn’t know what to do with them. And god, he’s so warm beneath you, muscles tight with restraint, eyes flicking down to your lips and back up like he’ll get in trouble for staring too long.

“I hate you,” he mutters, voice cracking.

You giggle, letting your hand trail down his chest until he whimpers softly through his teeth.

“No, puppy,” you murmur against the shell of his ear, “you’re just mad you like me this much and don’t know what to do with yourself.”

“I-” He looks like he wants to deny it, truly, but you see it: the way his tail wags nervously behind him, the way his thighs press together just slightly, like he’s fighting the urge to squirm.

“Were you gonna hump the couch before I got here?” you ask sweetly. “Or were you gonna rut into a pillow and pretend it was me?”

Seungmin chokes on air.

You laugh, leaning in until your noses brush. “Relax. I’m here now.”

He swallows thickly. You watch his throat bob, eyes wide, lips parted, helpless under your gaze.

And just to twist the knife a little more, you lick once into the corner of his mouth, soft, slow, claiming, and pull back before he can even react.

“Finish dinner, Min,” you say with a wicked smile, turning to walk away. “Unless you want dessert first.”

Behind you, he lets out the quietest, most frustrated groan you’ve ever heard.

God, you love your shy little puppy.

After their last comeback, Chan called for a break, and Jyp sent them to America to rest and to travel to wherever they want.

About a month after the on stage rut incident, they've gotten impossibly closer.

As in, casual kisses on the lips.

It hasn't gone farther than that since his last rut, but every time he gets a kiss, he acts all shy.

Of course, no one but them knows.

They stopped at an Airbnb in California, hoping to rest for a while near the beach before they prepare for the next comeback.

They have a three week grave period, and Changbin made sure Chan was doing nothing but relaxing.

Currently, Seungmin, Jeongin, and Han were out shopping.

"Should we try this?" Jeongin asked, holding up some strange meat with a doubtful expression.

"What even is that?" Han cringed.

Jeongin looked closer, and read it out loud.

"Canned meat?"

Han and Seungmin both said ew simultaneously.

They all paused before laughing softly.

They returned shopping for their dinner, then went back to the rental.

They spoke gently, thinking about different themes for the next comeback.

It was a long conversation, and Han led it. He was very passionate about the subject, and all the maknaes could do was listen with a smile.

When they got back, they dropped the stuff off with Minho in the kitchen.

Minho blinked, unfamiliar with a lot of the ingredients.

Han laughed.

"Just for that, you have to help me," Minho glared at him.

Han whined, but went behind the counter anyway.

That left Seungmin and Jeongin to entertain themselves.

They went to their shared room, and collapsed on the bed.

"Want to watch a movie?" Seungmin asked the younger.

"As long as it's not a horror,"

And with that, a small comedy cartoon was started, and they both snuggled together on the bed, fully immersed.

About forty minutes in, the door creaked open, and a smiling, giddy Chan walked in after closing the door behind him.

Seungmin smiled softly while jeongin raised a brow.

"Watcha guys doing?" He asked, getting in the bed on the other side of Seungmin.

"Movie," Jeongin answered, watching the screen.

"Ah, I see. Mind if I join?"

The Maknaes laughed.

"Well, your already here," Seungmin said sarcastically.

"Psst...guys, guess what?" Chan whispered fifteen minutes later.

They both turned to him.

He smiled shyly, his dimples showing. Then, unexpectedly, reached for his beanie.

He slowly slid it off, revealing silver hair; freshly dyed.

Seungmins eyes widened while Jeongin let out a noise of shock.

"When-" "This morning while you guys were at the store," Chan answered quickly.

Seungmin gulped, feeling a warmth spread through his chest.

No, not now.

"It looks good, hyung," Jeongin said, turning back to the TV.

All Seungmin could do was nod.

Chan raised a brow.

"What? No, 'it makes you look even more old' or some other remark?" Chan questioned.

Seungmin opened his mouth, taking a deep breath before trying to speak. But all that came out was a soft noise.

Chan blinked, and realized what could potentially be happening. Jeongin didnt notice.

"Its okay...say something," Chan said softly, reaching down to grab his hand. He gasped when he felt how warm he was.

Seungmin licked his lips, his eyes becoming glossy as he felt the heat blooming in his chest move to his groin.

"Is it...time?" Chan asked softly, snapping Jeongins attention away from the TV.

"What?" Jeongin asked, sitting up a bit more to get a look at his best friend.

Seungmins face was flushed, mouth open and wet, panting. Chan was holding his limp hand at his side, and his eyes looked unfocused.

"Seung-?" Jeongin asked softly.

Seungmin pulled his hand away, bringing both of them to cover his face.

Why was he feeling shy? After everything he's experienced with his members?

Chan and Jeongin looked at each other, silence speaking more than words. They knew what was going to happen, and they were all for it.

"Hey...puppy?" Chan said softly, gently pulling the youngers hands from his face.

Seungmin shuddered.

"Its okay," Jeongin whispered, both of their attention on the hybrid in front of them.

They could almost imagine Seungmins imaginary ears flat against his head.

"Dont be shy with us, okay? We're going to help you," Chans voice was so gentle it almost made Jeongin want to cry.

Seungmin visibly relaxed.

"Come here," Chan played on his side, pulling seungmin close to him, kissing him softly.

Jeongin took that as his chance to curl up behind seungmin, pressing soft kisses to his neck.

Seungmin made a soft noise of approval, gripping Chans shirt.

A few minutes later, Chan felt his hips start to grind against his own, a needy sound escaping him.

Chan pulled away, leaving both of them breathless.

"More?" Chan raised a brow.

Seungmin nodded with a whine.

Jeongin smirked against his neck, and reached around to grab Chans hand. Chan said nothing, letting the youngest tell him what to do.

Jeongin pushed his hand past Seungmins waistband, and at last, Chans hand firmly gripped his cock, making him jolt between them.

The needy noise he made almost made Chan cum in his pants.

His strokes were gentle, but quick.

At this point, seungmin was thrusting his hips into the hand in front of him, causing him to rock back into Jeongins hard on.

Jeongin bit his lip, fighting the groan.

After a while of sloppy kissing and a slow handjob, Jeongin had had enough. He needed to hear more of Seungmins noises.

He sucked his fingers, making sure they were well lubricated. Then, he pushed down Seungmins sweats, and circled his rim, making Seungmin moan loudly.

Chan knew what he was doing, and pulled his mouth from his, letting him breathe incase there was any pain.

Slowly pushing a finger in, Jeongin let out a deep breath, feeling his walls tighten at the intrusion.

Seungmin groaned, tensing before relaxing again.

Jeongin couldn't see Seungmins face, but Chan could.

And god was it a sight.

Seungmins eyes roll back before closing, his mouth open in a soft moan before he pulls his lip between his teeth. His face red and slightly wet, lips glistening from their kiss.

How did Chan get this lucky?

Once Jeongin started moving, Seungmin slowly got louder, gripping Chan like a lifeline as he rocked his hips.

Chan resumed the movements of his hand.

"Nngh... ah!" Seungmin turn to bury his face in the pillow to muffle his sounds, but Chan grabbed his chin, gently guiding him out.

Chan was sure the rest of the members could hear him through the walls, and it made his cock throb.

"M-more-" Seungmin whimpered, and Chan kissed him deeply, forcing his tongue into his mouth, gripping his cock harder.

Seungmins hips bucked, a whine escaping his throat.

Jeongin added another finger, lingering his neck with love bites.

With Seungmin sandwiched between them, he could hardly move, and he felt suffocated in the best way.

Without much thought, his hand trailed down Chans clothed body, meeting his bulge.

Chan growled against his mouth, and that sound did something to Jeongin.

He removed his fingers, making Seungmin pull away, about to beg him to keep going.

But Chan knew what was going on, and kept his hand on Seungmins chin, keeping him from turning around.

Seungmin pouted, and Chan smirked.

Seungmin felt something at his hole again, but it most definitely wasnt a finger, and a deep moan escapes from him in anticipation.

His rut didnt let him think properly, which meant he couldn't tell his friends that he was a virgin.

He tucked his head into Chans neck, sucking roughly before Jeongin slowly pushes in.

All three of them hiss at once, Chan from the rough onslaught against his neck, Jeongin from how tight his hyung was, and seungmin from being penetrated for the first time.

Jeongin wasnt thick; he was on the longer side.

"Holy, fuck!" Jeongin gasped, stilling his hips.

All three of them panting, soft whines coming from the man in the middle.

"Chan...hes so tight," Jeongins eyes were shut tight, trying not to cum.

Chan grinned.

"Move, Ayen...he needs it," Chan said darkly, rubbing Seungmins bare hip.

Jeongin groaned, slowly pulling out before thrusting back in harshly, making the elders back arch.

Chan groaned at Seungmins expression as Jeongin starts picking up his pace.

Soon, Jeongin was at full speed, half sitting up to get more leverage.

Seungmin at this point was a babbling, moaning mess, eyes crossed, focused on nothing but pleasure.

Chan started messing with his nipples, sucking and flicking them.

Seungmins eyes filled with tears as he whines loudly, addicted to the feelings he was receiving.

One hand tugs at Chans silver hair while the other goes down to stroke his cock.

Seungmin could barely breathe, especially when Jeongin found his prostate.

Jeongin was a sweating mess, but when he felt his hole clench, and the noise he made, he knew he was close.

He bent down, biting his neck, leaving more Mark's as he pounded harder.

Chan was stroking his cock for a while now, close.

"Such a good boy, Minnie..." he whispered, his eyes dark as he stares into the youngers eyes.

Seungmin cried out, both at the praise, and a particularly hard thrust.

"C-channie....can't-" he cried, his cock twitching.

"Cum." Chan commanded deeply, not entirely meaning to.

But he was glad he did, because the face Seungmin made as he shot his load was so angelic, he wanted to tattoo it into his brain.

With a few more thrusts, Jeongin pulled out, his own load finding purchase on Seungmins back.

Chan had came right after Jeongin, but he opted to shoot it into his shirt, tossing it to the side.

"Hey..." Chan said softly, pulling both of them to his sides.

"You guys okay?"

Both Maknaes nod, tired. Seungmin was nearly asleep.

Jeongin and Chan smile softly.

The both cleaned up before coming to clean the sleeping boy, and tucked him in.

Hours later when he woke up, he found all of his members on the floor in from of the bed, playing super smash brothers as quietly as they could.

Which wasnt very quiet.

Felix, Han, Chan, and Changbin were currently playing, with Felix losing majorly.

Seungmin stayed quiet, silently watching from above with a smile.

A few minutes pass before Han stretches, looking up. He nearly jumps out of his skin, a loud screech escaping him.

Domino effect style, everyone jumped, turning towards Seungmin.

"Gah! You scared me!" Han yelled, hand placed over his heart dramatically.

Seungmin laughed.

Everyone softened at the sight.

"You look like your glowing, Seungmin," Felix says with a bright smile.

He shrugged, smiling shyly.

Chan smiled, but Jeongin spoke up.

"I wasnt too rough, was i?" He asked, a frown on his face.

Jeongins eyes trailed down Seungmins neck, seeing the dark, purple bruises there.

"No...I liked it I'm okay," Seungmin reassured, moving to sit next to him.

Jeongin softened, grabbing his hand.

"Was that your first time?" Lee Know asked suddenly, knowing eyes.

Everyone froze. No one even thought about that. Jeongin especially seemed tense.

Seungmin nodded.

"Wait, what?" Jeongins eyes raised.

All of a sudden, Hyunjin bursted out laughing, pointing at Han and Felix.

"$20 each!"

Everyone's eyes widened.

"You bet on his virginity?" Changbin yelled with his down turned smile.

Turned out, everyone but Lee Know, Chan, and Changbin were all in on the bet.

Seungmin laughed, making the situation lighter.

"Me next!" Hyunjin yelled playfully, making Seungmin scoff with a grin, and a small flush.

"You wish,"

He shouldn't be so nervous. You've already confessed, been on a few dates, and started feeling more confident about actually admitting that you're dating. He knew this moment would come, and he's had weeks to prepare.

But kissing feels… new. Not scary in an unwanted way, but terrifying because it's something he's never done before. Seungmo is nineteen already, but he still hasn't had his first kiss. In terms of dating experience, he's as fresh as you can get.

He's still too embarrassed to admit he's been saving his first kiss for you all these years. Ever since you were in high school and he started secretly crushing on you, he's promised himself that you would be the first girl he would kiss. He's had years to dream about this exact moment, but now that it's happening, he can hardly process it.

You're moving too fast, yet not fast enough at the same time. A million thoughts rush through his head. He's scared he won't be a good kisser. He's scared you won't like it. But he's also excited. The past few weeks have been a countdown to this; building anticipation to something that will surely last in his memory forever.

The moment, in actuality, is over quite fast. You don't linger long against his lips. You stand on your tiptoes to reach him, cupping his face gently and brushing against him tenderly. Sparks fly, and Seungmo finally understands what it feels like to be the main character in a first love romance.

But as quickly as it starts, it's over.

You pull back with a shy smile on your face and the tips of your ears tinging pink. Seungmo thinks he's in love, but that isn't new. He also thinks he's forgotten how to breathe—that is new, but not important enough to spare any of his attention for.

Not when you look so adorable, so sweet, so perfect. You're unable to look away from him, even though you're fidgeting with your fingers and bouncing a little on your heels—a nervous habit of yours that he adores.

"Was that… okay?" you ask nervously. Seungmo has his head in the clouds. "Seungmo?"

"Huh? Oh, I… yeah. I… really liked it," he whispers.

You grin. "You're such a dork."

"You like this dork," he laughs, grabbing your arm when you try to turn away.

"I do not!" you insist and try to wriggle your way out of his hold. Of course, he easily overpowers you, and your attempt to escape only ends with you pressed against his chest.

"You just kissed this dork," he reminds you seriously. You shake your head. Your jaw is starting to ache from smiling.

"You're denying it?" Seungmo brow raises in surprise, but his lips quickly jump to grin at you. "There were witnesses, Y/n."

You giggle. "What witnesses?"

"For starters, me."

"You're the victim, not a witness. It doesn't count!"

"A victim? So you're saying that kissing me was you committing a crime?"

You flush and hide your face in his chest.

"Do you think you'd risk becoming a repeat offender?" Seungmo whispers against your ear.

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It’s been three years now since Seungmin and YN have been together. Their relationship built itself slowly, away from prying eyes, and it has remained their little well-kept secret. Despite all the agitation around them, the tours, the projects, and Seungmin’s public life, nothing has ever managed to shake their balance. They’ve never been caught, never “busted,” because they learned how to protect themselves, how to keep their precious moments far from cameras and rumors.

For them, it was never a constraint: on the contrary, their private bubble became a refuge. Every moment shared, even the simplest, takes on a special value because they know it belongs only to them. Three years later, their bond is intact, their relationship is solid, and they never needed public validation to be happy together.

Absolutely everything is going well for them. Of course, there are some arguments like every couple, but I think nobody would believe it if the two of them ever dared to break up one day.

Because they are made for each other. They are soulmates, both emotionally and physically.

And I can assure you that on the physical level, they get along perfectly.

Even if at the beginning of their relationship, sex was a little timid, as the days passed, the two of them discovered more and more things that worked for them.

And trust me, they tried a lot of things.

There was that period when the two of them were in an open relationship. The kind where they could sleep with other people under certain conditions. But they stopped once both of them realized it wasn’t so appealing anymore.

There was also that time with another person. YN’s former best friend. But they never did it again after Seungmin confessed he had felt uncomfortable making another girl come in front of her.

In the end, the two of them are enough for each other, so why go looking elsewhere?

Today, it’s one of Seungmin’s days off. And with all the other members and their partners, they had planned to go out to a restaurant and bowling.

Seungmin is lying on his bed on his phone, waiting for someone to call him to tell him to come out.

He had spent last night alone with YN. Felix had gone to sleep over at Changbin and Hyunjin’s.

I’ll let you guess what happened during half the night…

At that moment, YN finally comes out of the shower. Seungmin lifts his gaze toward her before sighing, pretending to be bothered. “You dressed like me on purpose. Don’t tell me you… have a crush on me..?”

YN laughs, placing one knee on the bed, cupping Seungmin’s face with both hands. “I’m so in love with you, Minnie Baby.” She says in a baby voice, knowing he hates it.

Seungmin pulls away from her, pretending to be disgusted, but she simply laughs, lying down with her back against his chest while looking at her phone.

“What are you doing?” she asks, watching him go into his gallery. He wraps his arm around her waist to pull her a little closer, resting his chin on her head.

“I’m watching our videos,” he says simply, and YN understands right away.

Since they’ve been together, I can tell you they’ve made plenty of videos while having sex.

Seungmin taps on the first video they ever made together, a few months after they started dating.

In the video, you can see Seungmin look up at YN when he notices the flash on his face. “You’re filming?” he asks softly. YN bites her lip with a light sigh. “Yes. Is that ok?” He just shrugs, showing how little it bothers him, before diving his head back between her legs.

The video continues with YN’s little moans, and Seungmin’s concentrated face between her thighs.

Against Seungmin, YN giggles lightly when she sees the video. “Yeah, I remember this day. The sex was so good.” Seungmin frowns, pulling his face back. “Because sex has ever been bad?”

“You know what I mean. Sex is always good with you, babe.” He just hums in response, already putting on another video.

He smiles slightly as he recognizes it almost immediately.

It was a day when they were both incredibly horny, but Felix was at the dorm.

YN is on all fours, her head buried in the pillow to muffle her moans as much as possible, while Seungmin pounds her from behind, trying not to let their skin clap too loudly, while the sheets ripple under his thrusts.

“The worst part is that day, he still knew what we were doing. You’re not discreet,” Seungmin says, teasing her. “Says the one who was pounding into me like it was a matter of life or death.”

He just tightens his grip on her in response before putting on another video.

The videos of them keep playing, one after another. Videos where she is the one giving him oral. Or videos where they have to be discreet because they’re not supposed to be doing it there.

This time, they stumble on a video YN had made for Seungmin while he was away on tour.

A video of her, still wearing a sweater, but her pants had disappeared. Her panties were pushed to the side while she bit her lip to avoid moaning too loudly, so her parents wouldn’t hear her.

In that video, you can see her fingering herself energetically, the wet sounds of her walls echoing because of how soaked she was.

She throws her head back several times as the pleasure overwhelms her.

Seungmin feels shivers down his spine watching that video, which always has the same effect on him. He even feels himself hardening slightly as his hand starts moving up along YN’s body.

“Remember this video. I came so hard on it the night after…” he whispers almost. YN smiles, pressing closer to him as she feels his length against her.

The next video is of her riding him. You can hear her giggling when she notices her boyfriend filming, but she doesn’t stop, her breasts bouncing with each of her movements.

Seungmin’s hand slides up along her breast, still covered by her clothes, while he begins kissing the back of her head.

“You’re getting horny, Pup,” YN murmurs to him. But he doesn’t answer, and instead unlocks his phone, grabbing her to pull her onto his lap.

“What did you wear under this outfit?” he asks, his eyes looking at her with urgency. “A bodysuit…”

Seungmin throws his head back. “Yeah. Of course.” But he´s still about to pull her sweater off.

However, that was the plan before his phone rang, Han’s contact flashing on the screen. “Please, no…”

He groans, throwing his head back again, hiding his face.

YN laughs, grabbing her boyfriend’s phone, and answers right away. Seungmin quickly realizes from the conversation that Han is waiting downstairs with Lee Know in the car.

“Let’s cancel, baby. Let me fuck you all day,” YN smiles, getting off him and fixing her hair. “Come on. They’re waiting for us.”

He gets up, turning toward her, pressing several quick kisses on her lips. “I’ll let you fuck me again tonight. In your favorite position. I can wear my lingerie for you if you can wait…”

She whispers it in a tone that turns him on even more. She gives him one last peck before forcing him to get up, which he does reluctantly.