#svtsmut

“You look so breath-taking,” he compliments, his fingertips brushing against your elbow. Cherries bloom onto your cheeks as he grips your hands into his, shrinking the distance in-between.

“Thank you,” you stutter out, making a hearty chuckle leave his chest. He doesn’t call out your flustered state, but smugness palettes his raised cheekbones from curved up lips. His finger migrates onto your rosy lips, smudging the lipstick.

“Red is definitely your color, but I do better shading,” he murmurs raunchily, a sleazy intent dripping from his gaze into yours, drowning you in his desires. His suggestion hypnotizes you to lean in for a passionate kiss.

Your brain short-circuits as your fingertips generate electricity through his strands, gripping and ruffling and trailing on to pull at his baby hair nesting at his nape. Their lips part like early morning blooming petals. He savours the moment by dripping saliva onto your tongue, instantly melting into your mouth. Seungcheol presses your chest against his, curving out your body with his slow tantalizing traces.

Their hearts run a mile together as they sync their touches. The fluster from earlier evaporates into blistering spice. Your combing hand pulls him another inch closer to your mouth; his lips balm your soul and stomach.

The invitation of the event lies forgotten on vanity and now canceled as he pushes you onto the mattress. It dips under your hips as he hovers onto your body, his knee divorcing your legs.

Your heart hums faster than his fingertips trail down onto your soul, the left one shielding the back of your head from the head post as his right one grabs whatever comes his grip, squeezing and pinching your skin which makes you sing out siren's melodies. The pearly feathers of pillows soon cushion your head as he speeds up his exploration.

He leaves his crimson shades at the edge of your neck, brushing it into a deeper scarlet to his liking. You arch your back, the delicate curve of your spine a tempting invitation, your skin flushed and sensitive under his gaze.

“Admit it, my shading is better than any bloody lipstick or dress,” he cockily hums into your collarbone, the rapid rise and fall of it stroking his ego. You hold back sweet protest, as your chin dips to witness the artistry of his shading scraped onto your skin. It's brushed with such a deep palette that reminds of the vivid carmine thread knotting your pinkies and crimson associated with seduction.

“That test patch doesn't tell much. I believe I require a more exclusive edition,” you say, nibbling your lip and indulging his wishes.

“As you wish, my lady,” his lips crook up in amusement, quickly onto providing a new; much more colorful experience.

And the rest is the history of shades smudged into your sheets.

Author's Note:

This is Seungcheol's pov of fl:

🫵🏻🤨 this you?

you delulu af I know you were practically like this while reading this lol

Yes, I used a lot of references from recent thirst trap interview 😜

Humming at whatever hell Haerin was babbling Mingyu texted Jungkook letting him know he would be in your room after midnight when Haerin was asleep.  

You decided to call Mingyu and Haerin for a sleepover tonight. The four of you hung out at your place to celebrate your Academic award.  

Haerin did her night skincare and some other skincare stuff you gave. “Gyu are you even listening?” Haerin looked in the mirror sighing when she didn't receive any answer from Mingyu.  

On the other hand, you get ready for bed while Jungkook is on his phone, and you wear black lingerie, it had garter attached to your panties with a chocker attached to the bra leaving nothing for the imagination.  

You stood leaning on the bathroom door slightly whistling, looking up at Jungkook gasping, his phone dropping on the sheets. He walks towards you.  

“Oh my god y/n you look like a goddess, dressed up for me baby?” He whispers his hands smoothly inching towards your waist. 

“Do you like it? Bought it yesterday” you say winking at him and biting your lips surpassing a moan when his hands grope your waist tightly, while his lips leave wet kisses on your neck.  

“Really you look perfect baby” Jungkook growls in your neck “Come baby let’s get on the bed yeah?” He says guiding you to the bed sitting against the headboard and having you in between his legs.  

Your head is thrown back when he palms your breasts over the bra pinching on your nipples occasionally “Kook” you moan his name hand going to clutch on his small wisps of hair on the back.  

His fingers slowly inched towards your core first drawing silly patterns on your clothed pussy and then your clit, you let out a sultry moan gasping and twitching in his hold.  

“Stay calm y/n or I’ll stop” Jungkook’s voice now sounded demanding, you spread your legs more when he slaps your inner thigh still teasing you over your panties never giving you what you want.  

“Kook please need it inside me” you whine holding back from twitching in his hold when he pinches your clit. “Hmm gonna give you now” Just as he says he pushes your panties to the side.  

“So wet baby what got you so worked up huh?” Jungkook chuckled going straight towards your clenching core. “That was the prettiest sound i heard baby moan just like that y/n” He coxes when you moan out his name.  

His fingers were now inside you are thrusting inside you and hitting at your g spot “Kook yeah just like that gonna cum” you whine your head on his shoulder while you inch up to kiss his lips.  

“Yeah, go ahead cum baby,” he says his fingers increasing the speed.  

“Does it feel good y/n?” Jungkook asks while you nod instantly soon wetting his fingers with your slick. That’s when you hear your front door opening.  

Black sweatpants hanged low on Mingyu as he almost gulps looking at the site. You are shocked too “Mingyu what are you doing here? You shouldn’t be here what if Haerin comes here looking for you?” You Panicked while Jungkook Chuckled , sucking on fingers covered with your slick.  

“Calm down y/n nothing will happen she is a heavy sleeper she won’t wake up until tomorrow, let’s concentrate on you yeah?” Mingyu says inching towards your bed, while you sigh getting up from in between Jungkook's grasp.  

“Missed you Gyu” you whisper near his lips slowly pecking his lips. “Yeah, baby I missed you too,” Mingyu says kissing you back. Jungkook gets up from the bed and grabs his elf bar.  

Mingyu then carefully pushes you onto the bed hovering above you while you giggle at his antics, your hands coming up to grab his biceps which are bulged up. He goes right back to kiss your neck just where Jungkook sucked some hickeys a few minutes ago.  

You looked sideways finding Jungkook smiling at you while you made a “come here” motion with your fingers. “Move gyu she wants me too, gonna give her what she wants, she deserves this after all”Jungkook explains while Mingyu moves away.  

While both of them occasionally teased you with their lips Mingyu's slender fingers now inched towards your wet core. While Jungkook removed your bra sucking in your nipples.  

“Mm gyu, kook enough need your cocks now,” you tell Knocking both the boys out of their worlds “Jungkook you go first, I’ll let her have myself in her mouth,” Mingyu says going towards the headboard while Jungkook helps you to get in position.  

You were now on all fours ,your ass swaying while Jungkook got ready to fuck while your mouth left kitten licks on Mingyu’s red tip swiping away his salty precum.  

“Fuck missed your mouth baby” Mingyu curses above you his hands coming up to make a ponytail of your hair, so it doesn’t get in between. Jungkook now eased into your pussy groaning at the tightness while you whine with Mingyu’s heavy cock inside you.  

“Fuck Jungkook” curses left from all of your mouths. Jungkook thrusted faster making you cum first while Mingyu kept pushing your head more on his length soon cumming in your mouth and breathing heavily.  

“Gonna cum y/n,” Jungkook said his grip tighter on your ass cheeks which is gonna leave it red and swollen, you're sure. While you coax his orgasm to release Jungkook soon cums inside you. His hot cum painting your insides white some dripping down on your sheets.  

“Fuck y/n your pussy always leaves me tiring” Jungkook chuckles feeling tired after his release. You laugh getting up to kiss his lips. “Take a shower yeah kook you did a lot today baby,” you say softly peaking his cheeks.  

Humming his foot pads towards your luxurious bathroom. Your attention is now turned on Mingyu, “You ready baby boy? Gonna leave me a dripping mess too?” You tease him getting him excited as fuck.  

“Oh, hell yeah I swear I won’t let you get on your feet tomorrow” Mingyu chuckles getting on top of you his wet cock now kissing your clit “Get in now baby”you plead almost begging.  

Mingyu goes on with a slow thrust then speeds up his pace getting closer and closer to his release “You did so good y/n, you looked really pretty at the ceremony baby you deserve the award, you deserve everything my baby” Mingyu talks about the event while you thank him with giving a kiss on his lips sucking on them a bit more.  

“Fuck Mingyu …. Right there I’m gonna cum” you cry when hits your g spot. Silently crying you cum on his huge cock while he follows right behind you collapsing on top of you and making small thrusts occasionally.  

“Did good baby, sleep yeah?” Mingyu kisses your forehead removing the messy panties and cleaning you up.  

Sleep overcomes you soon with Jungkook smelling of your body wash he hugs you with your face buried in his naked chest while Mingyu kisses your forehead as a good night and exits your room.  

LEASH PART 1

LEASH PT 2

DRABBLE 1

I’m so thankful!! 💞

TAGLIST : @jungk97kwife , @kimmingyuswifee , @httpjeonlicious , @meraofc , @stolasisyourparent , @ane102

2:37

Discord ping echoed from everyone's device

One single, unassuming notification in the #general channel. From the one, the only: Dokyeom.

Team Artois, assemble! Urgent 5-min huddle at 3PM. Trust me, you’re gonna love this (mandatory).

Mandatory.

And yet it had the vibes of an unhinged reality show twist.

Min Ah stared at the message like it was a personal attack. Her fingers paused mid-typing. Her brain? Immediately in crisis.

“What is he up to now,” she muttered, narrowing her eyes.

Eunji rolled over in her chair like a harbinger of doom. “Place your bets. Last time he said ‘you’re gonna love this,’ we ended up doing a week of TikTok content strategy in VR goggles.”

Min Ah groaned. “I still get migraines when I hear the word ‘metaverse.’”

Meanwhile, across the office, Hoshi was trying so hard not to look at her that it physically hurt. His jaw was clenched, his cursor blinking on an empty Notion page. The scent of Min Ah’s grapefruit perfume had reached him approximately ten minutes ago and he had not been okay since.

They hadn’t talked about it. Well—okay—they had. Briefly. In the awkward, hungover haze of Sunday morning, followed by the Monday-of-all-Mondays in the office. But everything since then had been... careful. Cautious. Every conversation felt like walking a tightrope over a pool of unresolved sexual tension and emotional confusion.

And Min Ah?

Oh, she was losing it. Quietly. Slowly. Spectacularly.

Because somehow—some how—she had woken up in his bed and not regretted it.

No, scratch that. She regretted the chaos. The lack of memory. The part where she said Yuji Itadori in bed. She would never emotionally recover from that, in like, forever.

But him?

She hadn’t minded waking up next to him.

She’d minded it too little. And that was the problem.

Her phone buzzed with a message from Eunji:

[My Eunjinji]

bets on whether dokyeom’s surprise is a weekend getaway or human sacrifice?

[min ah]

what if it’s both

Dokyeom’s voice snapped them all to attention. “EVERYONE! MEETING TIME!”

He stood near the whiteboard like he was hosting the Hunger Games.

The marketing team trickled in: Min Ah, Eunji, Dahyun, a couple of interns, and Hoshi—who kept a whole extra chair between himself and Min Ah like they were at Catholic school mass.

Manager Kim arrived last, clutching a cold brew and already sighing.

Dokyeom beamed. iPad in hand. Suspicious twinkle in his eye.

“So!” he announced. “We’ve been absolutely crushing it, team. Insane engagement numbers. Client love letters. Even that chaotic Halloween reel went semi-viral—shoutout to Hoshi’s choreography and Min Ah’s wig sacrifice.”

Min Ah visibly flinched. Hoshi stifled a grin.

Dokyeom flipped to a slide titled:

GLAMPING TRIP: TEAM BONDING 2025

The room exploded.

“GLAMPING?!”

“This WEEKEND?!”

“Are there bathrooms??”

“Is this going to be like Squid Game?!”

Dokyeom raised his hands like Moses parting the Red Sea. “It’s all handled! We’re going to a curated glamping site in Gapyeong. Domes. Heaters. Projectors. Mood lighting. And of course—team bonding activities!”

Eunji snorted. “Are you trying to kill us or make us fall in love?”

Dokyeom winked. “Why not both?”

Min Ah choked on air.

“Wait, Gapyeong? Like autumn foliage, fairy lights, romcom energy Gapyeong?” she asked weakly.

Dokyeom nodded. “That’s the one. I already booked the place. Bus leaves Saturday at 7AM sharp.”

A small sound escaped her—half gasp, half soul-leaving-body. She felt Hoshi’s gaze flick toward her. She didn’t look back.

“Teams and tents will be randomly assigned,” Dokyeom added gleefully. “So no one can rig it to bunk with their crush—I’m watching you, Dahyun.”

“Excuse me?!” Dahyun shouted.

Eunji leaned over and stage-whispered to Min Ah, “He’s not wrong though.”

Min Ah wanted to sink into the floor.

“Anyway,” Dokyeom grinned. “Pack warm clothes, snacks, and a winning attitude. Dismissed!”

As the team shuffled back to their desks, Eunji was already complaining about the cold, the bugs, and the possibility of sharing a dome with Manager Kim.

Dahyun wiggled her eyebrows at Min Ah. “So. You, me, campfire horror stories, and thermoses full of wine?”

Min Ah forced a smile. “Only if you promise not to livestream my mental breakdown.”

—

It was too early to be awake, too cold to be cheerful, and much too soon to be making eye contact with Hoshi in broad daylight.

Min Ah pulled her hoodie tighter around her neck as she stood on the sidewalk in front of The Parc lobby, surrounded by a sleepy, semi-conscious gathering of coworkers. The team looked like a very specific breed of hungover penguins—everyone bundled up in mismatched hoodies, sneakers, and the occasional very questionable pajama pant.

Dokyeom, naturally, was wearing sunglasses and fingerless gloves. He raised both arms like Moses parting the Red Sea when the bus arrived. “Children of capitalism! Your carriage awaits!”

The Artois team let out a collective groan.

Min Ah was about to climb up the steps when Eunji nudged her sharply in the ribs. “You’re sitting next to Hoshi.”

“What?” Min Ah blinked, mid-step.

Eunji grinned, whispering like an agent of chaos. “I made sure of it. I told Dahyun I get motion sickness unless I sit in the front, and then I told Jaemin I’d save him a seat in the back. So the middle’s wide open… just for you two.”

“That’s manipulative.”

“You're welcome,” Eunji beamed.

Min Ah turned around, ready to protest, but then—of course—Hoshi appeared behind her. Hoodie, sweats, sneakers, coffee in hand. His hair was still damp from a rushed morning shower, and when their eyes met, he smiled that awkward, too-polite smile that meant I’m still thinking about that thing we’re pretending didn’t happen.

“Morning,” he said.

“Morning,” she replied, clutching her backpack like it might shield her from reality.

The bus door hissed open.

They climbed aboard.

And just like Eunji orchestrated, the only two seats left in the middle were right next to each other. A little too close. A little too fate.

Min Ah slid in first, mumbling something about “window seats” while already feeling her cheeks burn. Hoshi followed, settling next to her with just a hint too much space between their thighs—like he was trying not to touch her, and somehow that made the air even thicker.

The bus roared to life. They lurched forward.

And so began the quietest, most deafening 90 minutes of her life.

Min Ah tried to focus on the trees outside. Hoshi kept sipping his coffee like it was the only thing anchoring him to this realm.

A few rows back, Dokyeom whispered something to Eunji and they both snorted. The guy from finance Jaemin’s obnoxious laugh echoed off the windows. Dahyun was already asleep, earbuds in, neck pillow secured like she was entering hibernation. The vibe on the bus was pure chaos-meets-naptime.

Min Ah stole a glance at Hoshi. His hood was down now, and a soft tuft of dark brown hair stuck out awkwardly at the back. He looked peaceful, if not slightly constipated with anxiety.

Suddenly, a small bump in the road sent them jolting—and his thigh bumped into hers.

She stiffened.

So did he.

“Sorry,” he said quickly, retreating an inch.

“It’s okay,” she replied, voice tighter than her backpack straps.

Silence.

More silence.

Then—

“You brought snacks?” Hoshi asked, eyes flicking to her tote bag like it was the most interesting object in the universe.

“Um. Dried mango,” she said, digging through it. “Also seaweed crisps and those weird lemon gummies from Japan.”

He perked up. “Those slap.”

She handed him one wordlessly.

He took it with a shy grin. “Thanks.”

They chewed in awkward synchrony. The gummies tasted like citrus and tension.

Eventually, the bus quieted. Heads tilted back. Curtains drawn. Someone played a lo-fi playlist from their phone. The mood shifted—soft and sleepy.

Min Ah yawned.

Hoshi leaned his head back against the seat.

Their shoulders barely touched.

She should’ve pulled away. Really, she should’ve.

But it was warm. And comfortable. And… okay, sue her—he smelled good. That familiar faint trace of laundry detergent and aftershave and something distinctly him. Not romantic. Not emotional.

Just… human.

Min Ah’s eyes fluttered closed.

Somewhere between Seoul and Gapyeong, she fell asleep.

—

It started as a soft weight.

Something resting against her head.

Min Ah blinked slowly awake, disoriented.

She’d slumped sideways, and her cheek was now pressed against a solid, warm surface. Her nose brushed against fabric.

Her pillow had abs.

She froze.

Hoshi.

She’d fallen asleep on Hoshi.

Correction: with Hoshi. Because he, too, was completely knocked out—head tilted slightly to the side, lips parted, breathing slow. His face was so close. Too close. His brow furrowed slightly, like he was dreaming of something confusing. Maybe how they ended up like this. Maybe how she ended up like this.

Min Ah was about to move—about to gently slide away—when a loud snap echoed through the bus.

Eunji’s phone camera.

No.

“EUNJI,” Min Ah hissed, too late.

Eunji turned around from two rows back, holding her phone like a prized Pokémon. “Sorry, but I had to. You two look like a couple in a Netflix K-drama promo poster.”

“DELETE IT.”

“Too late. It’s already in the Artois group chat. Dokyeom added emojis.”

Min Ah groaned. She buried her face deeper into Hoshi’s hoodie-covered chest, fully giving up on the idea of dignity.

Hoshi stirred. “Hmm?” he mumbled.

She looked up, flustered. “Sorry—I—uh—you were—sleeping—I—”

He blinked, dazed. “You smell like lemon.”

“What?!”

“I think I drooled on your hair,” he added, half-asleep, totally shameless.

Min Ah stared at him, mortified.

But he just smiled, eyes fluttering shut again.

“Five more minutes,” he whispered. “Then we face the consequences.”

—

By the time the bus rolled into the glamping site, chaos had fully reawakened.

Eunji was telling everyone about the “accidental couple pic.” Dokyeom had changed his KakaoTalk profile photo to a blurry zoom-in of Min Ah curled against Hoshi’s chest. Jaemin made an offhand comment about how “cozy” they looked, waggling his eyebrows until Dahyun smacked him with a pillow.

And Hoshi?

Hoshi just walked beside Min Ah like nothing happened. A calm in the storm. Like he didn’t even know they were slowly becoming the plot of a Tumblr fic.

Min Ah hated how steady he looked.

Because she was not steady.

Her brain was still catching up.

With the night they didn’t talk about.

With the morning they tried to laugh through.

With the fact that she had just spent ninety whole minutes sleeping against someone she had accidentally, emotionally, and physically tangled herself with.

And the worst part?

She hadn’t hated it.

Not even a little bit.

She glanced at Hoshi out of the corner of her eye. He caught her. Smiled, soft.

Her heart did something stupid.

“Welcome to Ga-blemping Heaven!” Dokyeom declared, arms wide as they stood at the edge of the forested site. Rows of beige canvas tents glowed under the early afternoon sun. String lights hung from pine trees. There was a firepit, a grill, a small stage with a karaoke mic already plugged in. Fairy lights twinkled like they were ready for romance and ruin.

“Let the bonding begin,” Eunji said ominously.

Hoshi elbowed Min Ah gently. “Still time to fake an injury and go home.”

Min Ah shook her head. “Nah. I think I want to see where this disaster goes.”

He looked at her a moment longer. “Me too.”

The glamping site was, objectively, disgustingly aesthetic.

Like someone had curated a Pinterest board titled “Autumn Cozy Forest Romance, But Make It Corporate Retreat” and then manifested it with unlimited budget. Rows of cream canvas bell tents lined a gravel path, string lights looped between trees like warm halos, and fairy lights blinked lazily above fire pits and bean bags. There was even an espresso cart. With a barista. Wearing a beanie. In the forest. Capitalism had officially won.

Min Ah looked around with cautious awe, tugging her overnight bag higher on her shoulder. “Why does this feel like an Instagram influencer’s wet dream?”

“Because it is,” Eunji muttered beside her. “I checked the geo-tag. This place is a wedding venue on weekends.”

Dokyeom clapped his hands loudly from the center of the clearing, drawing everyone’s attention. “Alright, Artois troops!” he said with far too much energy for someone wearing socks with Birkenstocks. “Let’s do the rooming assignments!”

A collective groan echoed through the crowd. Everyone knew the horror of room assignments during overnight company events. The drama. The betrayal. The unspoken wars.

“Don’t worry,” Dokyeom said, waving a crumpled paper. “I’ve randomized it. Equal gender distribution, two per tent. Very fair.”

Min Ah narrowed her eyes. That sounded… suspiciously too fair.

One by one, people were called up to receive their tent numbers.

“Eunji with Dahyun.”

“Manager Kim with Senior Seo.”

“Hyunwoo with Hyojin.”

The line moved. Bags dragged. People scattered. Tents filled up.

Min Ah waited, rocking on her heels. Hoshi stood a few paces away, hands in his coat pockets, eyes on the ground. They hadn’t really talked since the bus incident. Since the nap. Since her head accidentally landed on his shoulder and stayed there. Since someone took a photo of it and now it lived in the group chat as everyone’s favorite new meme.

“And that just leaves…” Dokyeom paused, scanning the remaining names. His eyes lit up like a man watching chaos bloom.

“…Hoshi and Min Ah.”

They both froze.

Min Ah blinked. “Wait. That can’t be right.”

Hoshi straightened. “No no, there’s gotta be someone else—”

“Nope,” Dokyeom said cheerfully. “We had an odd number of both guys and girls. Math is math. Tent 9. Enjoy the bonding!”

And just like that, he walked off.

Min Ah stood there, blinking, brain buffering.

Hoshi turned to her slowly. “…I swear I didn’t plan this.”

“Did I say you did?”

“You looked at me like I set the tent trap.”

“Well maybe you did in your sleep while snoring on my shoulder.”

“I do not snore—”

“You absolutely do.”

They stared at each other.

Silence.

A squirrel ran past.

Somewhere, a leaf dramatically fell.

“Okay,” Hoshi said finally, rubbing the back of his neck. “We’re adults. It’s just one night.”

“Right. We shared a bed before and lived to tell the tale.”

He coughed. “Barely.”

She looked away. “Tent 9?”

“Lead the way.”

As they made their way toward Tent 9, Min Ah could feel the looks.

Not in a scandalous way—just the quiet, knowing glances exchanged between coworkers who knew just enough to guess something spicy might be going on. Eunji gave her a grin that said we’ll talk later. Manager Kim looked like he had bet on this pairing and was winning money in a secret Slack channel.

Tent 9 stood at the very edge of the campgrounds. A little more private. A little more removed. A little too romantic for something that was definitely not supposed to be romantic.

Inside, it was deceptively cute.

Two twin fluffy heated mattresses. A little lantern hanging from the ceiling. A woven rug. Even a fake potted plant in the corner like a passive-aggressive decoration from Hoshi’s apartment.

Min Ah dropped her bag with a thud and immediately sat on the left bed. “This one’s mine. No negotiations.”

Hoshi flopped onto the other bed. “Fine. I didn’t want to sleep near the fake ficus anyway.”

She tossed him a look. “You’re weirdly good at this.”

“At what?”

“This. The… acting normal. Like we didn’t—like nothing happened.”

His face twitched, just slightly. “Do you want me to act differently?”

“No,” she said too quickly. “I mean—yes. No. I don’t know.”

He smiled faintly, eyes on the ceiling. “We could always build a wall of pillows.”

“A Berlin Wall of Shame.”

“Exactly. Keep the Cold War vibes alive.”

She snorted, then sighed, sinking back into her mattress. The tent was quiet except for the muffled laughter of their coworkers outside, and the occasional rustle of leaves.

Min Ah glanced sideways.

Hoshi had one arm slung over his eyes. His mouth was tugged in a smile that didn’t reach his cheeks. His other hand rested on his stomach, fingers twitching.

Her heart twisted.

The dream had felt like Jun. The aftermath had felt like grief.

But this?

This just felt like… a beginning she didn’t know how to name yet.

Outside, someone shouted that dinner would be served soon. The crackle of a bonfire started somewhere near the main pit.

“Let’s just get through tonight,” she said softly.

Hoshi peeked over at her. “Survive now, overthink later?”

She nodded.

He smiled again. “Signal received.”

She rolled her eyes.

But her chest felt a little lighter.

Like maybe this wasn’t a mistake.

Maybe it was just… step one.

—

If there was one thing worse than tent-sharing with your very confusing almost-hookup-almost-crush coworker, it was publicly pairing up with said coworker for trust-building exercises led by a man in cargo shorts with an actual whistle.

“Alright, Artois troops!” Dokyeom yelled, hopping onto a tree stump like a deranged camp counselor. “Next up in our magical glamping bonding journey: team activities!”

A collective groan echoed through the trees.

Hoshi muttered, “Why does he sound like a PE teacher on crack?”

Min Ah elbowed him. “Shut up or he’ll assign you to the three-legged race with Manager Kim.”

That shut him up real fast.

The group was herded into a clearing near the edge of the forest, where several suspiciously cute activity stations had been set up. A macramé rope swing. An obstacle course made from string and pool noodles. A stack of hula hoops and—god help them—a blindfolded trust-walk zone.

“Pick a partner!” Dokyeom called out. “We’ll rotate later!”

Everyone scattered like cockroaches.

Dahyun sprinted toward Eunji. Soobin grabbed Jisoo. Even Hyunwoo and Manager Kim had some weird synchronized nod thing going.

Min Ah turned around, scanning—

Only to find Hoshi already standing beside her, hands in his pockets, awkward little smile blooming on his face.

“…Guess it’s us,” he said.

Her heart did that annoying little skip. “Guess so.”

They were assigned to the trust fall first. Classic. Cruel. Criminal.

Hoshi stood behind her, arms out. “Okay. Just lean back. I’ve got you.”

Min Ah eyed him suspiciously. “Promise you won’t let me die?”

“I swear on my glasses collection.”

“…Wow. High stakes.”

She took a breath. Closed her eyes. And fell.

His arms caught her with ridiculous ease—strong, steady, warm.

“See?” he murmured. “Safe.”

Her heart stuttered. Stupid heart. “Yeah.”

She stepped away quickly, cheeks burning. “Your turn.”

He raised an eyebrow. “You gonna catch me?”

“Don’t flatter yourself.”

He smirked. “You’d catch me. You like me.”

“Excuse me—”

But he was already falling back.

She yelped and lunged forward—caught him with a startled oof, his weight slamming into her arms.

“SEE?” he grinned upside down. “You like me.”

“I hate you,” she gasped, laughing. “You’re so heavy—what the hell—are you carrying trauma in your pockets?!”

“I carry my issues everywhere. It’s my gym routine.”

She shoved him away, still laughing, and they moved on to the next station: the hand-tied maze. Basically, their wrists were bound together with a rope, and they had to navigate a path without letting go.

It was a disaster.

Every turn, every tug, every misstep brought them closer. Hoshi cursed under his breath when he almost tripped, dragging Min Ah down with him.

“Stop pulling!”

“You’re the one zigzagging like a drunk pigeon!”

“You smell like glitter and shame!”

“You said I smelled good yesterday!”

“That was before I remembered you put my wig in a microwave!”

They finally stumbled out of the maze—sweaty, breathless, and tangled.

A few claps came from their coworkers, but mostly everyone was just filming for future blackmail.

Min Ah collapsed on the grass, tugging at the knot on her wrist. “Who even designed this? A sadist?”

“Probably Dokyeom,” Hoshi said, panting beside her. “This has his chaotic evil fingerprints all over it.”

She leaned back on her elbows, watching the clouds shift lazily overhead.

Hoshi looked over at her.

She glanced at him, "What?"

“I didn’t hate that.”

“Which part? The falling? The insults? The rope burn?”

He smiled. “Being stuck to you.”

…Silence.

She looked away. “You’re such a flirt.”

“I’m not flirting,” he said, softer now. “Not really.”

She didn’t answer. But her fingers brushed his for just a second. Light. Uncertain. Real.

Then someone called out: “BONFIRE IN FIFTEEN! BRING YOUR CHAOS ENERGY!”

The spell broke.

Min Ah stood up and dusted off her pants. “Better get ready.”

Hoshi stayed seated, looking up at her like she was made of starlight and static.

“Hey,” he said.

She looked back.

He smiled, lopsided. “You’re really pretty when you’re annoyed.”

Her face flushed. “You’re lucky I don’t push you into the lake.”

“Worth it,” he said.

As they walked back toward the tents, side by side, brushing shoulders—

The air between them buzzed with everything unsaid.

And neither of them knew it yet, but the fire that night?

Wasn’t just coming from the bonfire.

—

The stars above were shy tonight, ducking behind the clouds as if even they didn’t want to witness the disaster unfolding below.

The bonfire cracked, sending embers dancing into the crisp night air. Fairy lights strung from tree to tree glowed like twinkling secrets, barely lighting the circle of chaos about to begin.

Dokyeom stood in the center, arms outstretched, ladle in one hand, the glint of evil in his eyes.

“Alright, delinquents!” he shouted. “The time has come. The game that will either bond us for life or completely destroy our dignity: Spill or Kiss!”

A few people groaned.

Soobin whispered, “He’s drunk on power. Someone stop him.”

“Too late,” Dahyun said, popping a marshmallow into her mouth.

The group started forming a loose circle—some sat on plaid picnic blankets, others on camping stools or straight on the gravel, bundled in hoodies and blankets. Hot chocolate steamed in mugs. Someone had brought an acoustic speaker softly playing retro K-pop in the background—Twice’s Signal, of course, as if the universe was in on the joke.

And just like fate had been doing all weekend, it struck again.

Min Ah ended up next to Dahyun.

And Hoshi.

Again.

The universe was not subtle.

“Okay, rules are simple,” Dokyeom beamed, dramatically clicking his pen. “One personal, mildly soul-crushing question. If you don’t answer, you kiss the person to your right. You must do one.”

“Wait—must?” Jisoo frowned.

“Yes,” Dokyeom said. “You cannot escape. This is a legally binding game in the woods.”

“Great,” muttered Min Ah. “This is how we die. Publicly. Emotionally.”

They started clockwise.

The first few rounds were hilarious. Dahyun was asked if she ever stalked her ex on LinkedIn (“obviously,” she said, sipping hot cocoa). Soobin got grilled about the weirdest thing he’s ever Googled drunk. (“How many raccoons can I legally own in South Korea.”)

Manager Kim was asked who in the office he’d fire if he could. He stared at Soobin for a full 10 seconds before leaning over and kissing him on the cheek. “Too dangerous,” he said.

Then it happened.

Eunji turned, oh-so-innocently, toward Min Ah.

“Min Ah,” he said sweetly, as if he wasn’t the human embodiment of chaos. “Your turn.”

Min Ah blinked. “Okay. Hit me.”

Eunji's smile sharpened.

“Did you ever sleep with someone from the office?”

The bonfire might as well have exploded.

Gasps. Laughter. Someone choked on their drink.

Min Ah stared at him, mouth hanging open.

“WHAT?!”

Eunji threw her arms up. “It’s a fair question!”

“THAT’S A MINEFIELD,” Hoshi hissed beside her, already paling.

Min Ah’s brain went into a tailspin. Her hands started sweating. Her soul left her body, hovered above the glamping tent, and said, this is why we don’t go on company retreats, babe.

Her heartbeat pounded in her ears.

She could feel Hoshi freeze next to her.

She looked at Eunji. “I’m not answering that.”

“Rules are rules,” Dokyeom sang. “Kiss the person on your right~”

The world tilted.

Min Ah turned her head slowly. Met Hoshi’s eyes.

The firelight danced across his features—his skin flushed, lips parted slightly, like he couldn’t decide whether to run or pass out.

The rest of the circle leaned in as one.

“Well?” Dahyun whispered, eyes gleaming. “Let’s goooo.”

Min Ah licked her lips. “This is stupid,” she mumbled.

Hoshi gave a breathless little laugh. “Yeah.”

Beat.

“You okay?” she whispered.

He nodded, just once. “Yeah. You?”

Min Ah’s voice was barely there. “I think so.”

She leaned in.

So did he.

And then—

Their lips touched.

Not for long. Not deep. But not nothing.

It was soft. Still.

Like time had slipped out of gear and for one perfect second, everything just... paused.

Her lips trembled against his.

His hand—somehow—found her knee. Gentle. Grounding.

When they pulled back, the air between them shimmered.

And then—chaos.

“AAAAAAAHHHHHHHHHHHHHHHH!”

“DID Y’ALL SEE THAT?!”

“WAIT HOLD UP—THAT WAS NOT A GAME KISS!”

Eunji actually threw her cup in the air.

Dahyun screamed into a pillow.

Soobin clutched Manager Kim’s sleeve and whisper-yelled, “OH MY GOD SHE DID SLEEP WITH SOMEONE IN THE OFFICE.”

Min Ah immediately hid her face in both hands. “I want to die.”

Hoshi choked on his own breath, eyes wide. “That was—no—that’s not—”

“You put your hand on her knee, bro,” Dokyeom said smugly, sipping cider like tea. “It’s over. Just elope now.”

“I’M NEVER PLAYING THIS GAME AGAIN,” Min Ah shrieked.

Eunji pounced on her. “Wait wait wait wait wait—WAS IT HIM?!”

Min Ah yelped. “NO COMMENT—”

“OH MY GOD IT WAS HIM.”

Hoshi made a noise like a dying duck. “I’m deceased. This is my funeral.”

But beneath all the panic and teasing—

Min Ah risked a glance at him.

He was already looking at her.

Their eyes met.

And this time…

They didn’t look away.

He mouthed: You okay?

She gave the smallest nod. You?

He smiled—crooked, nervous, warm. Better than okay.

Her stomach flipped.

Somewhere in the trees, an owl hooted. Somewhere across the fire, Eunji was still interrogating her with aggressive marshmallows. And somewhere in her chest, a feeling that started as chaos…

Was starting to feel like something else.

Something dangerous.

Something real.

—

The fire had died down to coals, and the night had sobered into stillness.

No more cheers. No more music. Just the soft rustle of wind threading through the trees, and the occasional muffled giggle from tents where the Artois crew was still probably sharing ghost stories or meme recaps of the day.

Min Ah lingered at the edge of the firepit like she was stalling time.

Her heart had stopped doing backflips about fifteen minutes ago—but now it was pacing. Cautious. Unsure.

Because she still felt it. That kiss.

Not the pressure of it, or the spark—it hadn’t been some steamy, cinematic, fireworks-exploding kind of kiss. But it had landed—like a small asteroid quietly crashing into the planet she called her emotional stability.

The truth was, it didn’t feel like acting.

And that scared the living hell out of her.

She tightened her cardigan around herself and turned toward their tent—their shared tent, because of course fate would trap her overnight with the same man she’d kissed in front of all their coworkers.

The tent looked cozy from a distance. Soft lantern glow seeping through the canvas, shadows swaying gently inside. A cream bubble of forced intimacy.

Her palms were sweaty.

Min Ah took a breath and unzipped the flap.

“Zrrrp.”

Hoshi was sitting up inside, cross-legged on a rolled-out sleeping mat. He looked up immediately. Like he’d been waiting.

“Oh,” he said. “Hey.”

His hair was still fluffy from the wind, his hoodie half unzipped. He had taken off the cat ears from earlier, but a faint glitter trail still clung to his jaw. The soft light made him look warm. Real.

Too real.

Min Ah stepped in and zipped the flap back up behind her. It was quieter instantly. Just the two of them and the hum of air.

“Hi,” she said.

They both just… stood there.

Or rather—he sat, she stood, awkward like someone caught in a very polite home invasion.

“You can sit,” he said, clearing his throat.

“Oh. Right.”

She eased down across from him, sitting a bit stiffly, pulling her knees up like a protective fortress. The blanket underneath them was soft and smelled like detergent and forest. Their shoulders weren’t quite touching. But her body felt hyperaware. Every shift of his weight. Every exhale.

A minute passed. Maybe two.

“…So,” he said eventually. “That happened.”

Min Ah glanced at him. “You mean the group-wide public workplace HR scandal that was our lips touching for five seconds?”

Hoshi huffed a quiet laugh. “That one, yeah.”

They both went quiet again.

Min Ah reached down and picked at a loose thread on the hem of her pants. “It didn’t… feel like a game.”

Hoshi turned slightly toward her. “No,” he said, voice low. “It didn’t.”

She looked down. “I think that’s what freaks me out the most.”

He nodded. Not pushing. Just listening.

“I thought it was going to be, like—just a dumb dare. Haha, funny, wow, scandalous. But then I kissed you and it felt like my body didn’t get the memo that it was a joke.” She paused. “It felt like my body… already knew yours.”

Her voice faltered at the end, like the truth had snuck up on her mid-sentence.

Hoshi didn’t speak for a moment.

“Yeah,” he said softly. “Same.”

She lifted her head slightly.

“I’ve imagined it before,” he admitted, not meeting her eyes. “Not like in a gross way—okay sometimes in a gross way—but also… like this. Quiet. Real. Like we’re just… here. Talking about it.”

Min Ah’s breath caught.

He added quickly, “You don’t have to say anything. I’m not asking for anything. I just— I don’t want you to think it was nothing. Or that I kissed you just because of the game.”

Her throat felt tight.

“I didn’t hate it,” she said quietly.

Their eyes met.

That changed the air.

It got heavier. Not tense, not bad—just charged. Like something was finally stepping into the room between them and refusing to pretend it didn’t exist anymore.

“I don’t know what to do with all this,” Min Ah said honestly. “I’m still kind of in this… grief haze. And the Jun stuff, it’s—God, it’s still there. I haven’t moved on. I don’t even think I’ve really started to. And then I go and do this—sleep with you, kiss you, laugh with you like we’re fine, and I don’t know if it’s real or if I’m just looking for a bandaid.”

Her voice cracked at the edges.

Hoshi listened. Like really listened. Like he wasn’t bracing for rejection, just… letting her be messy.

Min Ah wrapped her arms around her knees. “But I don’t regret it.”

That surprised her even as she said it.

“I thought I would,” she continued. “When I woke up in your bed, I thought I’d want to disappear. But I didn’t. And tonight—I didn’t kiss you because I was pretending. I kissed you because…”

She trailed off. Bit her lip. “Because it felt good. To want someone and not have to hurt for it.”

Hoshi exhaled slowly, like he’d been holding that breath the entire time.

—

They sat in it. The quiet. The admission. The flicker of something that wasn’t quite peace, but wasn’t panic anymore either.

After a moment, Min Ah smiled faintly. “Also, your lips are really soft.”

Hoshi looked scandalized. “Excuse me?”

“Like unnaturally soft. Are you using a gloss? Is it Fenty?”

“I will neither confirm nor deny my allegiance to Rihanna.”

She laughed, head falling to her knees.

He watched her like she was the only light in the room.

Outside, the fire had gone out. The wind picked up, rustling the trees in that way that made it feel like the forest was whispering secrets. Inside the tent, it was quiet—too quiet.

Min Ah shivered.

Just slightly.

But Hoshi noticed. He always noticed.

“You cold?”

She shrugged. “I’m fine.”

Hoshi tilted his head. “You’re visibly trembling.”

“I said I’m fine, Captain Sweatpants.”

“I’m trying to be a gentleman, Min Ah, not a heater.”

“Maybe try harder.”

But her teeth chattered right at the end, betraying her entirely.

Hoshi sighed, then looked toward the two single beds lined up against opposite sides of the tent—perfectly reasonable, perfectly HR-safe. Then he looked back at her, and the universe collectively held its breath.

“…Do you want to come here?” he asked, voice cautious.

She blinked. “Come where?”

He patted the space beside him. His sleeping bag was half-zipped, his body already curled up in a heap of blanket and warmth. His sweatpants peeked out beneath the edge, and for some reason, that made everything feel ten times more dangerous.

Min Ah stared at him.

Then at the other bed.

Then back at him.

She crossed her arms. “This is a trap.”

“It’s literally not.”

“You say that, but then you pull out the lip balm and suddenly I’m compromised.”

“Min Ah.”

“Hoshi.”

Another gust of wind howled outside. The fabric of the tent flapped slightly, and her shoulders curled inward.

She groaned. “If I wake up in your arms again, I’m suing.”

“No comment.”

Slowly—so slowly—she crawled over, dragging her blanket like a defeated ghost. She flopped onto his bed and immediately sighed at the warmth.

“…Don’t make it weird,” she mumbled, pulling the blanket up to her chin.

“Me? Make it weird?” Hoshi said. “Never. I’m the pinnacle of platonic behavior.”

“Uh-huh.”

They lay like that for a moment—awkward, stiff, two human icicles trying to defrost without igniting something irreversible.

Eventually, Min Ah shifted. Her arm brushed his.

Hoshi froze.

Then he shifted, too. Their legs tangled slightly, socks brushing. She kicked him once—lightly.

“Your feet are cold,” she muttered.

“So are yours,” he shot back. “This is a hate cuddle now.”

“You’re lucky I’m too tired to murder you.”

“You’re lucky I’m letting you freeload my body heat.”

“Shut up and hold me.”

That came out before she could think about it.

Hoshi’s breath caught.

And then—he moved. Gently. Tentatively. One arm sliding around her waist, the other adjusting the blanket so it cocooned them both. She nestled into his chest, her face pressed somewhere near the crook of his neck.

His heartbeat was loud.

So was hers.

This was a mistake.

This was a terrible idea.

This was…

…kind of perfect.

“I can’t believe we’re doing this,” she whispered.

“I can,” Hoshi replied, voice low. “I’ve kind of wanted to for a while.”

That made her look up—just slightly. Her eyes met his in the dark.

“You're an idiot,” she sighed.

She could kiss him right now.

He could kiss her.

But they didn’t.

Instead, she pressed her forehead to his collarbone and whispered, “Let’s just sleep.”

And he whispered back, “Okay.”

They lay like that—tangled, warm, too aware—and somewhere between heartbeats, Min Ah’s last thought before sleep found her again was:

You didn’t kiss me like someone pretending.

And maybe…

Jeonghan knocked on the door to the luxurious apartment, waiting after the 3rd knock, his hands fidgeting but quickly stopped when he saw the door open to reveal y/n who wore a confused look for a brief moment.

“Yoon” was all she said.

“We need to talk”

She had thought about it for a moment but gave in and let him walk inside.

“So, What do I owe the displeasure of having you here?” She asked as she guided him to her large living room and motioned him to sit across from her. Something about her tone, the fact that she could care less that THE Yoon Jeonghan, was there to talk to her, made him question his status.

“I wanted to come and…apologize” he was barely able to say that last part.

“Apologize?” She repeated with a hint of amusement, one that Jeonghan noticed.

“Yes…I apologize for my behavior at the photo shoot, I had not intention of offending you” his apology sounded sincere but she shook her head.

“You aren’t sorry” was so cold in her response, it began to send chills down his spine.

“I-i am” his confidence faltering.

“If you are really sorry, come here and beg for my forgiveness” her lips curled to a devilish smirk.

Jeonghan was taken back by her request. In the time he had in this industry, he never once apologized to anyone. The fact she was asking this of him with such assertiveness, he wasn’t sure what to do. A portion of him wanted to tell her off, but the other half was telling him to follow whatever she says.

“Then leave”

“N-no” he got up and walked to her, head down. The distance was short but it felt like an eternity. She looked up at him, her eyes filled with a dark desire. He just stood in front of her, not completely sure how to beg.

“Kneel to me”

“what?” He snapped his head at her

“I didn’t stutter”

He gulped and kneeled down to her, in front of her feet that were adorned by black stiletto heels. For some reason he couldn’t bring himself to look at her again, every time he looked at her, it felt like a trance.

“I’m waiting” she taunted him, she reveled at the sight of Jeonghan, the golden boy of the modeling industry, here at her feet. He had made a piss poor impression on y/n, with being late to their first photoshoot, then trying to use his charm to get away with it, but she quickly proved to be a challenge for him.

Y/n was known for her fierce attitude and commanding presence, one that was not to be crossed with. Unfortunately for Jeonghan, his tardiness had already put him in her bad graces. Things only got worse as Jeonghan attempted to charm the beautiful woman into forgiving him but she was having none of it, dismissing him with a wave of her hand.

Things progressed for the worse for Jeonghan, as during the photo shoot, y/n took charge. She practically barked orders at him and criticized his poses, Jeonghan, used to being the center of attention, practically resented her for putting him in his place. He had offered to take her to dinner as an apology, but y/n rejected it as well. It’s the very reason he’s right here, in front of her, on his knees, he was begging for forgiveness.

“I’m….sorry” he said softly, the confidence from before completely gone. She leaned in and grabbed his collar tight, pulling him in rough, his eyes widened as she brought him in, inches away from her face. “What are you sorry for?”, she teased. Her face was so close he could feel her breath on his lips and her warm vanilla perfume filled his nose, something about it was intoxicating to him.

His eyes finally met hers as his breathing became more shallow, “I-I’m sorry for being late”. Noticing the tension that was building up, y/n decided to take things further.

Y/n pulled his collar back in once more and pushed the man down onto her polished carpet, standing over him as he watched her every move,“and why are you sorry?hm?”

The flustered look on his face, along with the lingering tension was making this more fun for her. As for Jeonghan, he felt his body heat rise, his chest rising and falling quickly as he answered again “because I-I didn’t mean to upset you” she laughed, this was the first time he heard her laugh or have any emotion besides disdain toward him. She put her heel on his chest as she pushed him down while keeping her grin, “do you think I should accept your apology?”, the pressure she applied caused him to let out a groan. Her eyes wandered down his body and noticed not only his breathing but something growing down south.

“Don’t make me ask twice” she pressed down again, harder this time, seeing it had an effect on his body. “Yes! please!” He yelled as he closed his eyes as he let out a breathy moan.

“Please what? Use your words” she asked as she removed the pressure off his chest and slowly brought her heel down south of his body. She had noticed the growing tent between his legs and couldn’t help herself to lightly graze his hard on with her heel. Jeonghan was dazed, his body was reacting on its own but he didn’t even attempt to fight it. The way she commanded him, demanded him to answer her, the pain she was inflicting on him, made his head spin. “Please forgive me!” He whined with his soft voice.

She had stopped rubbing at his crotch which made him whimper for more, “so pathetic” she lifted her skirt, and exposed her lace black panties in front of him making Jeonghan gawk at her, she was so god damn beautiful and the vision of ecstasy. She rolled her thong down and off of her legs, exposing her glistening pussy to him.

“You don’t deserve my apology, right?”

“I don’t” he didn’t hesitate to answer. Y/n shoved her lace thong in his mouth as she continued to humiliate him by laughing at him, “learning fast” she praised him, if you can call it that , “I’ll forgive you….if you can make me cum” Jeonghan nodded fast, wanting to be forgiven so bad by her.

She walked back to her spot on the sofa chair, giving Jeonghan the pleasure of seeing the sight of her ass before sitting on the armchair and using her finger to gesture to him to come over. Jeonghan wasted no time but was stopped half way “ah!….come to me on your hands and knees” she demanded. Jeonghan nodded and slowly made his way to y/n, stopping right in front of her feet.

Y/n lifted his face and removed her panties from his mouth, softly grazing his lips with her thumb and getting a good look at his hazy eyes. Jeonghan licked his lips earning another smile from her as she leaned back, getting comfortable, she extended one leg out to him while hoisting the other on the edge of the sofa to expose her seeping core at him. Jeonghan lightly held her extended leg, first kissing the side of the black patent heel, trailing his kisses upwards slowly, letting every single kiss linger, one after the other, earring soft hums from y/n who was taking in the sight of him, the neediness, and the desire he displayed just for her.

His trail of kisses made their way up to her inner thigh till he made his way to her core, where he took a moment to admire how it was soaked, wanting nothing more than just a taste. Using the flat side of his tongue, he gave her cunt a long lick flicking her clit with his tongue, making y/n let out a breathy moan. Jeonghan kissed her clit again before giving it his full attention, licking it and suckin on it, making y/n mule in pleasure. Y/n took her hand and ran it through his hair, which by now was sticking to his face due to his sweat from the heat of it all, gripping it to push him further in forcefully.

Jeonghan was practically suffocating in her soaking pussy, drinking her up desperately, the vibrations of his moans against her made her bite her lip as the waves of pleasure flooded her body. “Fuck!-“ she gripped his hair harder making him cry of pleasure as he continued to ravage her. “Eat me out like the pathetic man you are, ah fuck” this turned Jeonghan on, the way she degraded him, demanding and commanding him to make her climax.

Smothering his face all over her cunt, Jeonghan sucked on her pussy, making no attempt to catch his breath until she came. With every lick and suck y/n arched her back and pushed Jeonghan's face deeper in, feeling her climax close. Jeonghan stuck his tongue right in her and swirled it around her walls, face fully covered in her sweet juices, feeling her legs quiver at the action. Y/n let out a final groan of pleasure, her hips pushed forward to him as she squirted all over his face as her climax washed over her body, riding the ecstasy.

Jeonghan pulled back, face and hair covered in her, completely strung out in pleasure of having her cum all over him.

The sound of a plastic ping-pong ball bouncing click, clack, clonk against the wooden floorboards, and a couple of groans from the living room downstairs escape through the tiny aperture underneath the closed bedroom door. Still, the liveliness of the party downstairs, the rhythmic thumping of the EDM song playing from the speaker, and the screams and shouts of drunk college students envelope his bedroom door like a protective barrier - a natural sound-proofer for the noise coming from inside the bedroom. 

“Fuck you look so good today,” he grunts from above you. 

Even now, in this bedroom, everything in the world arrives in your ears in a muffled manner - muted, with little substance left to decipher. 

Kim Mingyu, who is a little too conventionally handsome for his own good, sits above your face. Thick muscular thighs crush both sides of your head as he leans his upper half over your naked body, planting himself firmly against his mattress, and pushing himself deeper into your mouth.  

“So, so good,” he moans into the open. 

An automatic reply attempts to escape your mouth as your hands fling onto his knees for support, “Thunfk yth.” But he peels your sweaty hands off his knees, plucking them between his thumb and pointer finger, and plops them to the side despite your feeble response. 

Tongue swirls around his round and smooth tip, licking a long stripe down his shaft. You moan, eyes rolling to the back of your head when you feel his veins against your tongue, the minuscule grooves created from veins underneath the soft epidermis, and the salty-musky taste mixed with your saliva. You swallow his taste like the sweet lukewarm soda in a red plastic cup to cut any bit of bitterness that coats your mouth and throat. 

He doesn’t care about you. You know he doesn’t care about you. You’re just a random stranger at a party who is remotely good enough to even be considered a candidate for Mingyu. 

Now, even when you’re sucking his dick from below him, he’s not staring at you. Instead, he stares at his naked torso reflected in the mirror, flexing his biceps - watching them contract and relax - and smiling at how handsome he looks tonight. 

To him, you’re more or less an afterthought. There is nothing in this bedroom that intrigues him more than himself. And when he finally sees you between his thick and glistening thighs, he can only think of one thing to say: “Take me in deeper and I’ll let you be seen near me when we go back downstairs.” 

Incomprehensible is the thought of how you can take him even further down your throat; you somehow open your mouth wider and dig the back of your head further into the mattress. But it’s huge. It’s fucking huge. From the base of his cock to his ego, Kim Mingyu is fucking massive in every aspect of his body. And he assails your throat from above, pushing in, pulling out, angling in, and angling out. 

The fact that you’re gagging against his cock, struggling under his touch actually annoys him severely. He knows that he is Kim Mingyu. And if anything, you’re the one who should be trying to accommodate him. If it weren’t for the fact that he could see the shape of his organ outlined against the inside of your throat, he would already be out the door. And seeing himself move inside your throat only fuels his ego and makes him hornier than ever. 

Purring, he takes time to trace his right finger pointer along the outline of his cock, mumbling about how gorgeous he looks. Lauding his size, he only stops when he feels the pressure against his fingertip. The way his lips stretch thin, eyes open widely, and pearly whites show is diabolical. And he has to stop himself from orgasming when he realizes he can feel his cock through your stretched throat and on the pad of his fingertip. Because the only thing Mingyu loves more than sex is himself. 

This new discovery causes him to twitch in your throat. And moaning in response, your throat vibrates around his cock like an electronic toy. This chain reaction leads him to grab onto your throat, covering his embossed outline. To him, it feels like he’s holding himself in the shower - the warmth and silkiness of your inside like the hot water that cascades over his Adonis. Brazen with the ache between his thighs, he takes matters into his own hands, rubbing and pumping himself along your throat. 

Deep and open moans protrude from him like a beautiful low vibrato note on a double bass. Thighs feeling weak from his arousal, he sits on your face to ease his trembling thighs. The newfound action feels so good that his entire body tightens like a coil ready to spring. High building with each calculated yet languid stroke along your vibrating throat, Mingyu’s eyes squeeze shut as his breath hitches and staggers. 

Salty tears roll down your face, and the feeling of him getting himself off via your throat causes you to scream and tremble as you convulse without his touch. You’re trying your best to accommodate his size and the fact that he is currently facesitting and using your throat to masturbate. Yet your climax comes out of nowhere, forcing him out of your mouth while you finish as you get off on the fact that you’re being used as his toy. He seems to pay you no mind as he quickly pumps himself over your body, hissing as he spills his milky honey over your chest - pumping himself empty while using his other hand to massage his balls. 

Purposely, he taps his throbbing and dripping organ against your forehead as if to tell you he isn’t finished with you. But he isn’t a complete asshole. He sees how you’re struggling to recover, so he lets go of his balls so that he can dip his thumb into the pool on your chest and offer his nectar to your lips. And you suck the salty liquid off his thumb, taking his digit in your mouth and swirling your tongue as if you are searching for sustenance to satiate your thirst. 

He plucks his thumb from your wet lips when he feels like it, gloating at how loudly you whine for him. Vainglorious as he is, he knows a single gesture, the twirling of his pointer finger, would immediately get you to go on your knees. Once his organ casts a shadow over your face, he tells you to suck. This time, he requests you to spell his name as you bob your head. And if you’re good enough, then just maybe, he’ll forgive you for spitting him out while you came.

your father's diagnosis with Chondrosarcoma. The feeling of impending loss loomed over you, lurking in the corner, ready to impose itself on you at any moment.

It had been two days since you lost your appetite, preoccupied with your father's condition and the transition of the company's management. Meanwhile, Noel was away for the summer with Jeonghan and Victor and their son, and your daughter was about to start preschool. Everything seemed to be falling into place, yet the taste of the tea you had just drank still lingered on your tongue.

As you stood there lost in your thoughts, you felt sturdy yet careful footsteps approaching you. The familiar scent of his being, fresh from a pre-bed shower, reached you before his arms wrapped around your waist. His hot breath on your neck sent shivers down your spine as he buried his face in the crook of your neck. His lips left a tingling sensation as they moved to speak.

"Everything will be alright," he whispered, his voice a comforting reassurance in the midst of uncertainty.

You drew in a breath, feeling your chest constricted as your brows scrunched in distress. Despite your efforts to control your voice, it still came out tight. "My father is dying, Won. What could possibly become alright?"

"Y/N," Wonwoo stood straight, pulling you closer to his chest as his hand gently caressed the top of your head, your head now resting against his shoulder. "Don't say that. You know I talked with Doctor Jung, and he's hopeful that there is still a chance. If we go forward with the treatment, then he can…"

"I know that, but at what cost, Wonwoo?" Your voice shook, tears streaming down your face. "He's 70 years old, and he refuses it. He says he'd rather live out his days than lease them in exchange for pain. And I don't understand what's wrong with my mother that she's supporting him in this."

Your knees wobbled, but Wonwoo tightened his grip, carefully sitting down on the floor with his legs crossed and placing your shaking body on his lap. He pressed kisses on top of your head, then nuzzled his forehead against your back, his heart breaking at seeing you like this – his strong wife who always pushed through no matter what hurdles life threw at her.

"How can they be so selfish? Why didn't they think of me? Doesn't what I want matter?"

"Your points are valid, Y/N, and I know that," Wonwoo began, gently removing your hand from your face to look at you, providing reassurance. Mascara ran down your eyes, leaving a trace in its wake, and your lipstick was slightly smudged. The sight made him hate himself for being unable to take away your pain.

With downcast eyes, you spoke, your voice filled with childlike innocence that left no doubt that even though your daughter took after him, she inherited all her mannerisms from you. "But I need my father. I'll always need my father. I can't fathom the day where I pick up my phone and dial his number, and he won't be there to pick up after the second ring and tell me, 'Don't worry, I'll take care of it,' Wonwoo. I hate to think about it. Even a thought like that makes me feel like someone has taken the roof off my head and left me in a room surrounded by walls."

Wonwoo could feel a lump arising in his throat as well. He reached out to kiss your tears, but you moved your head and buried your face in the crook of his neck, circling your arms tightly around him. He shut his eyes and did the same.

"Why do I have to be the one always losing people around me? Why can't I–"

"Please don't finish that sentence, please, Y/N," his voice wobbled as he tightened his embrace.

You let your emotions take over, and the sobs soon turned into silent tears. During that time, your husband silently rocked you, rubbing your back and planting kisses periodically. You didn't know how long you both sat there, but the night had surely grown darker, and his hair was dry.

When his voice hushed, "There will be times when life makes us realize that our mortality is the ultimate and unescapable fact. Thus, it makes it necessary for us to live it while we can. Instead of crying, fighting, and complaining, I think you should spend time with your father and make the most out of it so that you don't have any regrets again about the things unsaid and the opportunity to make new memories with him and our kids."

You shook your head in understanding. "Okay."

"Okay."

You wiped your face with the back of your hand and moved away from his neck, his eyes trained on you with the same gaze as the night in London where he proposed to you.

"Since when did you become so philosophical?" you gave him a small smile.

Catching on to your attempt to lighten the mood, he said, "Just ever since I married this woman. You may know her very well. Or Maybe it's a girl-dad effect."

You rolled your eyes, shaking your head at his antics, a small smile gracing both of your lips. You leaned in and planted a kiss at the corner of his lips, pulling back as both of your foreheads rested against each other.

"Have faith, my love. Let's try and talk with him about the treatment together, hmm?"

"Hmm."

You took a breath as you were about to move off and go change your dress. The pitter-patter of small feet and four paws slowly rushed down the hall.

"You didn't put her to bed?" you asked, your eyes still closed. "I did," both of your heads still connected.

"Hush, Denny, you're making too much noise. You're gonna wake papa and mama up," the voice was now coming from the other side of the kitchen island as both of you were hidden from plain sight. "I am going to grab the chair and get the ice-cream, but don't bark, okay?"

"How is she going to move the chair?" you whispered to your husband.

"That's what I also want to know."

There was a little screech from the dragging on the floor, then a little huff resounded. "This is heavy," the cute voice concluded. There was silence for a few seconds when the patter against the floor resumed.

You both exchanged looks when Iris opened the pantry and brought out the kitchen step stool. With a look of triumph written across her face, she made her way to the other side of the kitchen where the fridge, as well as the two of you, were sitting, with Denny wagging his tail, giving the telltale sign that this was not the first time they were doing this and he was well aware of what was about to come.

"We wouldn't need this if Oppa were here," she said, looking at Denny, when you said, "Is that right?" making her startled and drop the tool. "Hello Iris, fancy seeing you here way past your bedtime."

Your daughter looked at you, then at her father, eyes widened. "Mama, Papa."

You raised your brows in acknowledgement, Wonwoo's failed suppressed chuckle slipping past. "What are you doing with that, baby girl?" he said.

She moved away from the tool and approached where both of you were sitting and said, "Papa, Denny woke me up and he wanted ice cream."

Wonwoo looked at you and then at Denny before amusing his daughter, "Is that right, Denny?" Denny, none the wiser, gave a bark.

"Well, if Denny wants it, then we can give it to him. You can go to bed."

"Noo," she yelped, then looked down and pouted. "So did I."

You and Wonwoo exchanged amused looks as he said, "Hmm, ice cream does sound like a good idea. What do you say, Mama?"

You couldn't help but chuckle as both of you got up. You wiped your face with the kitchen towel and reached out for the ice cream bowls.

When Iris asked, "What were you guys doing on the floor?"

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You smirk against Jun’s throat, the smell of sweet alcohol on your breath when you pull away to look up at your boyfriend smiling at him sweetly. His eyes meet yours with interest before roaming over your body and Jun’s. “Are you having fun, darling? What about you Junhui?” 

Jun starts to slide away from you, but Seungcheol shakes his head reaching for your hand gesturing towards the stairs. “Join us, clearly it’s what she wants. Right?” Your playful giggle causes Jun’s Adam's apple to bob in his throat dramatically while he gets to his feet taking the spot next to you. 

“Are we really going to play Cheol?” Your eyes meet Seungcheol who simply gives you a wolfish grin leading you and Jun up the stairs towards one of the empty bedrooms. “Sure we are, princess…” Letting you lean into him, Seungcheol shakes his head causing you to miss his raised brow when he unlaces his fingers with yours. 

His eyes follow you while you make your way back towards Jun when the man walks into the room. Your hands are already tugging at the soft satin button up that feels like butter under your teasing fingers. “Did I say you could touch?” Jun watches your bottom lip jut out at Seungcheol’s words. Your head shaking, you smile still and glance over your shoulder letting your hip pop to one side trying to tease both of them. 

“No, but he’s so soft. You said we were going to play and you want me to play with you don’t you Junnie?” When your eyes meet Jun’s once again you find him meeting your gaze with a raised brow. His hand reaching into his pocket he takes out his cellphone reading the latest text message from Seungcheol, a small chuckle falling from his lips when he nods glancing over your shoulder at his friend. 

“Course I do.” Your brows furrow as you watch the smirk cross his lips, his fingers reaching up to tug on a loose strand of your hair. “Shame you had to be such a bratty little whore all night long.” Jun’s words hit you right in your stomach running down to your core causing you to clench. 

Seungcheol runs his thumb along his bottom lip watching confusion cross your face when Jun leans to kiss the side of your lips. Your hands falling to your sides when the man winks at you before leaving the room and leaves you wanting. “What’s the matter, princess? Did your toy leave you high and dry?” 

When you turn, a whine on your lips, your feet practically stomping on the floor like a child, Seungcheol raises his brows. A laugh slipping from his lips, he rolls his eyes leaning against one of the bedposts watching you sulking. “You two are mean. I didn’t do anything wrong…Cheol, I am so horny.” 

Nodding, Seungcheol watches you while he gives you a faux pout to his own lips showing you some concern, reaching out a hand to you in order to get you to walk towards him. When you are in reach of him, his hands around your hips, Seungcheol jerks your body flush with his, causing you to gasp into a moan. His hand slides along your body, up to your throat before his thumb tilts your head back slightly. 

“Is that so? Are you dripping? Did Jun get you that riled up? His innocent act? My dumb little angel was so quick to fall for it. You were rubbing your thighs together the moment I told him to let you grind on him like a bitch in heat.” Your cheeks burn in embarrassment, anger, and arousal while Seungcheol’s fingers spread along your throat, his eyes looking down at you even slightly. 

“That’s not fair…” Your words make Seungcheol scoff, his free hand moving from your hip to tug up your tight dress over your thighs and ass so he can have access to your skin. You hiss out a moan at the first slap to your skin causing him to smirk at you when he knows how much you like the punishment. “It’s plenty fair. Flirting with one of my best friends in front of me? If you had asked like a good girl this night might be going much differently. You might be getting all your needy little holes filled up. I would have asked him to stay.” 

Seungcheol listens to you whine, he knew how much you wanted that. He knew how much you wanted to fuck Jun but that wasn’t happening anytime soon now. “Why are you whining? Because you know things aren’t going to go as simple as you want them to tonight my little puppy?” 

When you nod, Seungchol gives you that faux pouting concern look again before his hand grips your chin firmly making you look him in the eyes closely. “Please Cheollie…I can be good. I won’t be so bratty anymore.” Watching you smile, Seungcheol smirks tilting his head examining you. His tongue darts between his lips as his eyes move along your face, the way your eyes really do resemble a puppy begging for a bone, your lashes batting like the cutest thing he’s ever seen. 

“Please? Mmm, fuck…please?” Seungcheol’s hand on your ass grips tightly causing you to moan when you beg, his eyes finally falling on your mouth when he grins and shakes his head. His hand falling on your skin is hard enough to make you yelp until he rubs the spot making you moan quickly after, your head going fuzzy with arousal. 

“You just need something to keep your bratty mouth entertained, clearly. It’s been running enough all night long. Pushing my buttons, riling me up. Did you really think you’d get your way so easily? Bat your lashes and give me that smile and I’d fold like a high schooler with my dick in my hand?” 

Seungcheol holds your chin tightly making you shake your head no as you verbally say it, a smile still playing at the corner of your lips. His hand on your ass moves to his dress pants, the sound of his belt hitting the floor is your only indication that his pants were off before he steps closer and tilts your head down towards his waiting cock. 

“It’s not in my hand sweetheart, but you better get it in your sweet little whore mouth.” You moan softly at his words letting Seungcheol manhandle you into place, his hand gripping your hair tightly as he brings your head to his hips. Seungcheol watches you start to lift your hand to grab him at his base before he lets out a disapproving sound. “I said your mouth.” 

You glance up at him, feeling slightly embarrassed again when you have to turn your head and use your face to lift his heavy length very slightly before taking him into your mouth from this angle. Tilting his head Seungcheol smirks, a groan escaping from his lips when you hollow your cheeks around him. “Mmm there we go…is this why you’ve been such a brat? Just missing my cock so bad?” 

Feeling you moan around him, Seungcheol gives you a cocky smirk, his hand still gripping your hair tightly. “Fuck, you should see yourself. Your mouth stretched around me like a slut.” His words cause you to clench around nothing, his precum and your spit dripping down your chin. Seungcheol groans out a laugh, his hand lifting to his lips to rub them when you glance up at him giving him those wide lust filled eyes. 

“What? What is that look for? Huh?” He knows you can’t answer, his cock halfway down your throat but he is asking anyway listening to you whine around him. Seungcheol’s hips buck towards your lips once making you gag and he coos in faux concern pulling your head back by your hair only to make you look up at him. His eyes follow your tongue across your lips while you catch your breath, your fingers digging into the comforter under your hands. 

His hand moves to wrap around your throat, using his body to push yours back onto the bed all while you smirk up at him. Your hand moving to wrap around his forearm, Seungcheol looks down at you moving his knee between your legs. When you roll your hips over his thigh a smirk crosses his lips, a small grunt escaping his lips when Seungcheol feels how wet you are even through his pants. 

“My pretty little cumslut…just a hole begging to be filled. Am I right?” You whine at his words pushing up at his hand around your throat that isn’t providing near the amount of pressure you would want. Seungcheol laughs watching you, tilting his head in almost fascination watching how quickly you were reduced to this under him. “Speak when you are spoken to, darling.” 

You nod first but then quickly whine out a yes and a please when you feel Seungcheol pull his leg back from your warm center. “No, no please? I answered you.” Your begs of desperation cause Seungcheol to groan, his thumb caressing your neck before he leans back to look at you. Tears threaten your eyes from frustration wanting him to touch you, fuck you, do anything but instead he just takes a step back while you thighs tremble. 

“Desperate…that’s adorable. Take your clothes off, Y/N. They are just in my way.” Seungcheol watches closely, his own hands working slowly to remove his own as you sit up a pout on your lips when you tug your dress over your head. Hearing your boyfriend laugh you glance at him lifting your hips pushing your panties down your legs. “What? Why are you laughing at me, Seungcheol?” 

Your eyes travel over his body, his hand stroking his length while he tilts his head watching you drop the soiled lace onto the floor next to the bed leaving you bare in front of him. “Because you are still pouting even when you know you are going to get fucked.” 

He was right, even as he walked towards you a pout still rested on your lips right up to the moment when Seungcheol grabbed your chin and tilted your head back once again. His eyes boring down at you, observing you while a smirk forms on his lips. You watch him lean towards you thinking he is going to kiss you only for him to push you back on the bed causing you to gasp out a moan. “God, please Cheol? I don’t want to play anymore.”

You listen to him laugh, his hand sliding along your neck, across your chest where he squeezes each of your breasts teasing you. “You don’t? That was all you wanted before, princess, to play…” You whine before a loud moan takes its place when Seungcheol pinches your right nipple letting go suddenly. 

He watches you take a few deep breaths, your eyes almost glaring up at him but he can see the want behind that fire even more. You arch to the feeling of his hand sliding along your stomach and finally towards the middle of your legs when Seungcheol moves to tug at both of your legs pulling you down in the bed. Your legs spreading on either side of his, the feeling of his thumbs pressing against your inner thighs eliciting a soft moan of his name under your breath. 

Seungcheol knew that you would use your safe word if you needed it, just as much as he knew how much you enjoyed it when he was rough with you. You arch your back rolling your hips towards his touch only to gasp when you feel a sharp slap to your inner thigh causing you to look back at Seungcheol. His raised brows make you pout once again even when he moves to lay between your legs. 

Your moan causes Seungcheol to scoff, the feeling of his warm breath fanning over your wet folds and thighs. “What if I just left you here untouched?” The whines falling from your mouth cause Seungcheol to laugh, his arm wrapping around your hip to pull you closer. “Mm, just a dumb little cumslut too desperate for her own good.” You wanted to argue with him but when Seungcheol’s tongue dives between your folds for the first time tonight. 

His own brows furrow at how good you taste, the fact that he has to stop himself from rutting into the mattress immediately. He wanted to lose himself in you so quickly and you made it far too easy. The sounds of pleasure begin to echo off the walls along with the sounds of Seungcheol’s mouth latching on to your pussy as he all but makes out with it knowing he is getting you closer and closer to falling over that edge. 

Seungcheol knew the tell-tale signs of your orgasm almost better than you did so when your thighs begin to shake around his head you feel his lips turn up against your skin. A soft cry of no falls from your own lips, your hands reaching for him when Seungcheol pulls back denying you your first orgasm. “Fuck! No…Seungcheol I was right there.” 

You watch as he sits up running the back of his hand across his lips, a chuckle slipping from behind his hand while he nods. “You act like I don’t know. You think you get to cum that quickly and easily? I’m still playing a game with my little toy.” The feeling of his fingers sliding between your wet folds causes your legs to jerk and a gasp from your lips while you look up at him almost defeated. 

“Is that all it takes? Just one?” He knew it was more than just one stolen orgasm. You were throbbing for him, aching, your brain was fuzzy and there was no way he was going to give in to you if you weren’t completely submissive. “I’m sorry, please?” Your voice is so meek that Seungcheol has to lean forward, his cock dragging across your already swollen folds making you whimper. “Speak up.” His breath is hot against your neck, his tongue running along your skin up to your ear when you say please again louder until he bites at your skin lightly making you yelp. 

“So pretty, keep fucking begging slut.” His hand slides between the two of you lifting your leg to his hip so you can feel the head of his thigh cock line up with you giving you no time to think or adjust when Seungcheol bottoms out into you. The breath knocked from your lungs you try to beg but can’t find the words or thoughts only moans which seem to be enough for the moment. 

Seungcheol’s hand moves back to throat, the pressure he applies this time is delicious and intoxicating. The drag of his cock, the feeling of his head piercing against your spot with each hard thrust that sends you towards the headboard. You moan Seungcheol’s name like a prayer until you are unable to, the feeling of pleasure too overwhelming, between his hand around your throat and his cock buried so deep inside of you. 

Watching your face closely, Seungcheol groans, his own climax building impossibly to a point he isn’t sure he can hold back for much longer. “Cum for me little whore, take a breath.” At his words, his grasp around your throat loosens allowing your lungs to fill with a deep breath sending your brain into a frenzy. Even if he hadn’t given you permission you weren’t sure in that exact moment you could have stopped your orgasm as it rips through you. 

A low growling groan is muffled next to your ear as Seungcheol buries his face against your neck, one last thrust sending him over the edge as he follows you. Thick white ropes mixing with your own cum that he keeps inside of you for the moment listening to you whimper. 

Seungcheol relishes in the feeling of your nails scratching along his side and back while you come down from your orgasm. His lips brush along your neck, his hand sliding from your throat giving him space to kiss over any marks his teeth had left when his hips start to move in you slowly fucking his cum into you. “Oh god...too much.” 

Another laugh escapes Seuncheol’s lips at your words, your legs trembling even when he pulls back to watch his cock being coated in cum before pulling out. “Is it too much? I think you could give me more angel. Look at all this cum you are wasting.” 

You knew it was a rhetorical question and there was no way you were going to be able to watch what he was doing, your body exhausted you could only react when you felt his finger push into you. Seungcheol’s cock even softening twitches to the moan that you let out when he adds a second finger working his cum back into you reaching for your g-spot until your body jerks and he knows he’s found it. “Give me one more, I deserve it.” 

Your face burns slightly at the sounds coming from your body while his fingers enter you over and over, wet and lewd. When you lift your hand to cover your face Seungcheol stops you, his hand grabbing your wrist pulling your hand back down to your side. “Don’t ever hide from me. Not when you look so fucking beautiful falling apart for me.” With his words, the coil snaps inside of you for a second time and you cum around Seungcheol’s fingers. His eyes watch you almost darkly, possessively as you orgasm, your hips rolling over his hand until finally you calm down. 

Even with heavy eyes you watch Seungcheol bring his fingers to his lips and hear the sound of his groan when he tastes the mixture of cum on his tongue. “So fucking good, look at you now. So well behaved.” A smile and a scoff cross your lips making Seungcheol laugh, his fingers running through your folds causing your legs to jerk. Your lips part when his fingers press against them letting you lick them clean tasting the same mixture of cum he had just a moment before. 

“Just like candy, don’t you think sweetheart?” You laugh, your tongue running along your lips before you nod muttering out a tired yes. “You did well, if you want I will invite Jun back for next time. Just…ask first Y/N. That’s all I have ever asked from you, but I know you get into a mood and you like to push my buttons.” 

Your body has started to melt into Seungcheol only for you to whine out a sorry and a no when he slides off the bed going towards the bathroom where you hear the tub beginning to fill. “I have to get you cleaned up before we can fall asleep baby. You can even sleep in the tub if you want but…” 

By the time Seungcheol makes it back to the bed a small sigh escapes his lips, his fingers push your hair from your serene face as you let out a slow steady breath in your sleep. You barely stir when he picks you up in his arms and carries you into the bathroom, lowering you into the tub with him promising to take care of you, reminding you how well you did.

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